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GENTLEMAN TICKLER PT001 - THE KAPU

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THE GENTLEMAN TICKLER’S CHRONICLES
PT001 - THE KAPU


“Are you aware, Leilani, that you have broken a kapu,” asked the priestess,
looking deeply into the girl’s brown eyes, “and that the deities could be
angry with you?”

“Yes, priestess,” she responded, lowering her eyes toward the ground, “I
know that.”

“Are you also aware, Leilani,” the priestess went on, again looking into her
eyes, “that, because of you, these other girls, your friends, Valerie and
Kaila, have also broken a kapu simply by dancing with you?

“Yes, priestess,” she responded, speaking softly, again looking down to the
ground, “but it was an innocent little thing and I didn’t know. The kapus
haven’t been enforced for two hundred years.”

“Two hundred years, Leilani,” the priestess replied, “two hundred years
since the kapus have been enforced. Is that what you think? Do you really
think that the goddesses Pele, Ha’iaka and Laka have not been watching
over these islands? Do you really think that Laka herself, the goddess of the
hula, is not angry with you?”

“No, priestess,” said Leilani, “that is perhaps why I have been having bad
luck and sometimes not feeling good.”

“Realize that, Leilani,” said the priestess, “and perhaps we can placate the
deities and you can be forgiven.”

“Yes, priestess,” she replied, looking down.

“You should be very thankful, Leilani,” the priestess went on, “that the
deities have sent this man to you, a foreigner who understands Hawaiian
and Polynesian culture, to view your wrongdoing and to bring you here to
this heiau, and to myself, so that you can earn forgiveness.”

“Yes, priestess,” she replied, still looking down.

“And the two of you, Valerie, Kaila,” she asked the other girls, “were you
not aware that Leilani was violating a very ancient kapu and you, by
dancing with her, not only condoned but abetted her in her violation?”

“No, priestess,” the girls replied.

“Did you not see that Leilani was dancing the hula, the most spiritual dance
imaginable, the very spirit of Hawaii and its deities, with nail polish on her
toes? Have you ever seen another hula dancer who did that?”

“No, priestess,” the girls replied.

“In the Merry Monarch festival in Hilo, a dancer would be disqualified at
once for that.”

“Yes, priestess,” they responded, looking down.

“Have you not noticed a change in your lives, in your luck and your
opportunities, in your health and well-being,” said the priestess, “since you
started dancing with Leilani?”

“Yes, priestess,” said the girls.

“That is because of the wrath of the deities,” she said, “even if you did not
know, ignorance of the kapu is not a valid excuse. You must now earn the
forgiveness of the goddesses, Laka, the goddess of the hula, and her sisters,
Pele and Hi’iaka, both patrons of the hula, through the traditional
punishment of Hawaiian women, the punishment brought down from
ancient times, from countless tribes, islands and nations.”

“Yes, priestess,” they responded, tears welling up in their eyes.

The three girls, Leilani, Valerie and Kaila, were all hula dancers working in
a major Hawaiian store, both as greeters and dancers. Leilani, the youngest,
was only nineteen years of age, while Kaila and Valerie were twenty-four
and twenty-six, respectively. All three were beautiful Hawaiian girls,
standing about five feet four inches in height, two with long black hair and
deep brown eyes, one with lighter brown hair and deep brown eyes.

One day, at the store, Kaila was the greeter at the entrance where she would
place a shell lei around the neck of every visitor as they came in. There was
one man who bent over so that she could kiss his cheek after she put the lei
around his neck. That, of course, was the traditional aloha of earlier years
but, somehow, she felt that she had to kiss his cheek. There was something
unusual about him.

“Are you a hula dancer,” he had asked her.

“Yes, sir, I am,” she had told him.

“Will you dance for me today,” he then asked.

“Our last hula show was at two thirty,” she told him, “and it is now four
o’clock.”

“I see,” he said, looking into her eyes, “if I sing a song to you, will you
dance it for me?”

“I don’t know, sir,” she said, taken aback somewhat, “perhaps I’ll see.”

While in the store, Hiro befriended a number of the all-female staff,
establishing rapport almost immediately with his incredible charm and by
addressing each one in her own language, be it Japanese, Filipino or
English.

A Japanese girl, Miyoko, was working at a coffee counter where she would
offer two different Kona coffees, one pure coffee and one blended with
macadamia nuts and chocolate, as well as various chocolates, cookies and
candies that were sold in the store.

“Konnichiwa, Miyoko-san,” he said, noting her name tag, greeting her in
perfect Japanese, “Ikanga desu-ka?”

“Genki-des,” she said, “which coffee would you like to try?”

“Kona kafe, kudasai,” he responded, thanking her as she gave it to him,
“arigato gozaimas, Miyoko-san.”

This interaction had attracted the attention of the store manager who
happened to be nearby and who was also immediately taken with him.

“Is there anything I can do for you,” asked the manager, a lady named
Roxanne, “as he was picking out some of the items he wanted to purchase.”

“I don’t rightly know if I should even ask,” he said, “but I have been in
Hawaii for ten days now and I haven’t even seen a hula dance yet, but your
girls told me their last show was more than an hour ago.”

“That I can take care of quite easily,” said the manager, as the three hula
dancers were walking by, telling them “girls, I would like you to do another
performance for this gentleman please, he is dying to see a hula.”

“But we’re going on our break right now,” said one of the girls.

“That’s fine,” said Roxanne, “when you finish your break, I want you to
perform. Can you wait fifteen minutes, sir?”

“Of course,” he said, “thankyou for your kindness.”

After the three girls finished their break, they called Hiro and told him they
were going to dance. It was quite a nice hula performance with both single
dancer and multiple dancer pieces totalling seven different songs. He was
quite suprised that the songs they danced to were more spiritual and
less-known Hawaiian songs than the normal hula numbers at hotels and
luaus. He noticed almost immediately, though, that Leilani, the youngest of
the three dancers, had nail polish on her toes.

“How was the dance,” asked Roxanne after the show.

“They are very good,” he told her, “but one of your dancers has broken a
kapu, she has nail polish on her toes.”

“Yes, I see that,” said Roxanne, “she is only part-time, though.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Hiro, “she might offend the deities.”

“You know, she has had some really bad luck lately,” said Roxanne, “I
wonder if that’s the reason.”

“I know a Hawaiian priestess she could talk to if that’s the case,” he said,
“perhaps I’ll speak with her.”

After the show, Roxanne and Hiro spoke with the three girls privately and
they all felt that they had been having some bad luck lately. They agreed to
meet with the priestess if he could arrange it, realizing that they may have
broken a kapu they were not aware of, as long as all three of them could go
together and Roxanne could come along.

Hiro drove to the heiau where he had met the priestess and spoken with
about Hawaiian culture the day before. He explained that the hula dancer
had broken a kapu by wearing nail polish while dancing a spiritual hula and
she was having a great deal of bad luck lately. The priestess agreed that this
could be the case and that he should bring the girls to the heiau the
following evening, after closing, if that could be arranged. The next day, he
drove up in his rented Jeep Commander with Roxanne seated in the front
and the three hula dancers, Leilani, Valerie and Kaila in the back. The
priestess, Akiki De Luma, which literally means the old one, was already
chanting as she awaited their arrival.

“Two hundred years,” said the priestess to the girls, “this very week, only
two days ago, that King Kamehameha I and his warriors left from this very
heiau, their human sacrifices on the altar, to conquer and to unify the
Hawaiian islands. Two hundred years since the apparent enforcement of the
ancient kapus under which the islanders lived and were punished according
to the old ways.”

“How coincidental, in this week of great celebration, that I now see before
me, standing before me in shame, three hula dancers, the spiritual heart of
the Hawaiian islands, for the breaking of a kapu. To dance the intensely
beautiful, sensual and spiritual hula, and then to tell me that you didn’t even
know of the kapu, is terribly offensive to me and to the deities.”

“It can be forgiven, the goddesses can be placated and good fortune can be
restored if all three of you accept responsibility for the breaking of the kapu,
and all three of you are punished in the old way, according to the old
customs. You will then return home tonight with forgiveness.”

“Yes, priestess, we understand,” said Valerie, the oldest of the three.

“If that is acceptable to all of you,” she said, “you may go to the dressing
room below the hill and put on the dancing costumes, green grass skirts and
white blouses, flower leis and most importantly, the leafy green wrist and
ankle bands, and return to me.”

The girls left for the dressing room and while changing into their traditional
dancing costumes wondered what the punishment would be.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” said Leilani, “but maybe I didn’t know that
Laka and Pele would be angry.”

“But I do believe now that the reason for all our bad luck, like my car
accident last week and you losing your school paper the other day might be
actions by Pele or her sisters,” said Valerie.

“Do you two really believe in goddessess you can’t even see,” said Kaila, as
a sudden stomach cramp hit her.

“You see,” said Valerie, “that’s them!”

“What kind of punishment is she talking about anyway,” asked Kaila.

“Maybe she’ll make us dance all evening,” said Leilani, “until we drop from
exhaustion.”

“Or maybe she’ll whip us,” said Kaila, “to beat the bad things out of us.”

“I don’t think so,” said Valerie, “it seems to me that men were punished in
the ancient times with torture and death but women were tickled. Unless, of
course, they could escape and reach a city of refuge.”

“No, she’s not going to tickle us, is she,” said Kaila, “I can’t stand that!”

“I hope not,” said Valerie, “but whatever it is, we should get back up there.”

When the girls returned to the others, the priestess began to chant before the
gate of the heiau. She then stepped forward, with the three girls
side-by-side behind her, and Roxanne and Hiro behind the girls. As they
entered the heiau, a sacred place, the girls immediately saw the stone altar
on which human sacrifices had been made hundreds of years ago. Even so,
they followed the priestess as they had been instructed.

The priestess stopped before the altar. She turned to them, looking intently
into their eyes, addressing them in the order of their ages, from the oldest to
the youngest.

“Valerie, the hula dancer; Kaila, the hula dancer; Leilani, the hula dancer,”
she started, “you stand before me for the violation of the ancient kapu
forbidding adornments other than leis and flowers while dancing the
spiritual hula. The deities are angry, especially with you, Leilani, for
dancing the hula with nail polish on your toes, but also with you, Valerie
and Kaila for dancing with her while she did so. Do you accept your guilt
in this matter, the breaking of the kapu?”

“Yes, priestess,” the three girls answered.

“Then the punishment will begin,” she said, pointing to Hiro, “you come
forward.”

“Yes, priestess,” he said.

“Lift Valerie into your arms,” she said, “and place her upon the altar for it is
not permitted that she should ascend onto the altar by her own power.”

“Yes, priestess, as you wish,” he said, as he picked up twenty-six year old
Valerie and laid her down on the altar.

Valerie trembled as the felt the cold, hard stone of the altar beneath her,
knowing that people had once been sacrificed there. She saw the flames of
the torches flickering nearby, at both ends of the altar, and the brightness of
the stars in the sky above her.

“It is not permitted to tie anyone to the altar by another kapu,” she said,
“and the other two dancers must hold her wrists over her head and keep
holding them so that she cannot resist her punishment. The leafy rings on
her wrists and ankles represent the ties that would have been used in
settings outside of a heiau. Feel these, Valerie, as your punishment is
given.”

Valerie raised her head and looked at the priestess with fear and trepidation
as she brought forth a wooden case. When she opened the case, she took
out several large, colorful feathers, giving two each to Roxanne and Hiro.

“Madame Pele, Hi’iaka, Laka, sweet goddess of the hula, please accept this
sacrifice of laughter from Valerie and forgive her for the sin of allowing her
friend, Leilani, to break the ancient kapu.”

As she signalled, Roxanne and Hiro each took hold of one of Valerie’s
ankles and began to stroke the soles of her feet with their feathers.

“Aaaah, noooo,” cried Valerie, “pleeheeheese, prieheeheestes, not my
feeheeheet!”

Valerie squirmed and struggled, rolling from side to side on the stone slab
of the altar, laughing, crying and screaming, as the tickling of her feet
continued. The priestess indicated that the feathers should find the spaces
between and beneath her toes as well as the tops of her feet along with the
soles.

“Ooohoo, Peheeheele, I dihihidn’t knohohow,” she cried to the dark sky of
the night, “pleeheeheese stohohop!”

After half an hour of the intense feather tickling of Valerie’s feet, the
priestess raised her hand to stop them, and said, “Valerie, your error is
forgiven, your sin is wiped away and the kapu is again unbroken for you.”

“Lift her from the altar,” she told Hiro, “and present Kaila on the altar for
her punishment.”

Hiro did as the priestess directed, carefully lifting Valerie from the stone
slab of the altar and gently lowering her to the ground. He then picked up
Kaila, who tried to resist slightly, and placed her upon the altar.

“Madame Pele, Hi’iaka, Laka, sweet goddess of the hula, please accept this
sacrifice of laughter from Kaila, daughter of these islands, and forgive her
for the sin of allowing her friend, Leilani, to break the ancient kapu.”

“Ohohooo, pleeheeheese,” started Kaila, “my feeheeheet are too
tihihicklish.”

Kaila tried to hold her feet still without flexing her toes as Roxanne and
Hiro stroked the feathers across the soles of her feet, sometimes lengthwise
but mostly crosswise. She had seen that Valerie was tickled on the soles of
her feet and then, when she flexed her toes, on the tops of her feet and
between her toes. No matter how Valerie had struggled and rolled about,
her arms being almost impossible to hold, she had suffered greatly with the
tickling.

“Aaaahaaahaaa,” Kaila laughed, finally flexing her toes and squirming
against the tickling as the grip of the hands holding her remained firm on
her wrists, “I dihihidn’t knohohohow! Iolahahahana, let me gohoho, you
know whahahat this is lihihihike! Pleeheeheese. Aaaaaahaaaaahaaa,
Gohohod, nohohoho!”

After half an hour of the intense feather tickling of Kaila’s feet, the same as
Valerie had suffered, the priestess raised her hand to stop them, and said,
“Kaila, your error is forgiven, your sin is wiped away and the kapu is again
unbroken for you.”

“Lift her from the altar,” she told Hiro, “and present Leilani on the altar for
her punishment.”

Hiro did as the priestess directed, carefully lifting Kaila from the stone slab
of the altar and gently lowering her to the ground. He then picked up
Leilani, shaking with the knowledge of that which was to come, and lifted
her onto the altar.

“Was that fun,” Valerie asked softly when Kaila returned.

“That’s so awful,” she said, “I never want to go through that again!”

“I know,” said Valerie, “me neither!”

A group of eight Hawaiian girls silently entered the compound of the heiau
and approached the priestess, kneeling before her.

“These eight girls are my neophytes,” explained the priestess, presenting the
colorful feathers to each of them, “they will carry out the punishment of
Leilani who has so badly insulted the deities.”

“No, no,” cried Leilani, “what about Roxanne and the gentleman?”

“Your sin, your violation of the kapu, was greater than that of the others,”
she told Leilani, who trembled and bit her lip, “and therefore your
punishment also must be greater.”

“Madame Pele, Hi’iaka, Laka, sweet goddess of the hula, please accept this
sacrifice of laughter from Leilani,” the priestess chanted, “and forgive her
for the sin of wearing adornments that are taboo and breaking the ancient
kapu.”

Two of the girls stationed themselves by each of Leilani’s feet and by each
of her hands. They held her wrists and ankles tightly. Leilani turned her
head and bit into her arm knowing what was going to happen any moment.

“Aaaaaah, nohohohoooo, Gohohohoood,” she laughed and cried, throwing
back her head, as the tickling began. With two girls at each foot, the
feathers were all over her feet simultaneously. One would tickle the sole of
her foot while the other tickled the top, sometimes meeting in the spaces
between her toes, which caused her to scream and struggle with all of her
might. The two girls at each arm began tickling her armpits at the same
time, with as many as three feathers tickling each armpit simultanously.

“Prieheeheeheestes, forgihihive meheehee,” she cried almost insanely,
“Lahaahaaka, Peheeheelee, Hi’iakahahahaaaa, pleeheeheese let them
stohohop! Aaaahaahaaaahaahaa!”

The tickling torture went on for a full hour with the screaming, squirming,
struggling, straining, sweating nineteen-year old Leilani in absolute tickle
hell, but it did come to a stop at long, long last. She was exhausted as Hiro
lifted her from the altar, wiping away the tears from her sweat-drenched
face as he picked her up.

The priestess had raised her hand to stop them and nodded to Hiro to lift her
from the altar, and said, “Leilani, your error is forgiven, your sin is wiped
away and the kapu is again unbroken for you.”

“Thankyou for coming to me, sir,” she told Hiro, accepting an envelope
containing cash, “the punishments are now completed. Their kapu is no
longer broken.”

“Thankyou, priestess,” he said, “but do you not think that the manager of
the store these girls work for, in which the kapu was broken, at least shares
in the responsibility of the broken kapu?”

Roxanne, a twenty-eight year old Hawaiian beauty, a single mother of two,
five feet five inches tall, with the same long black hair and deep brown eyes
as the hula dancers, slowly backed away shaking her head negatively as he
spoke to the priestess. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She
looked fabulous in her pink t-shirt, blue jeans, white socks and running
shoes.

“Yes, of course,” said the priestess, “and there is no need to leave yet.”

Roxanne spun around and ran for the gate of the heiau. Within seconds,
though, the eight girls had caught her, picked her up and brough her back to
the altar.

“No, please no, priestess,” she pleaded, as she was lowered onto the altar, “I
haven’t done anything.”

Four of the girls held her in a sitting position and, as she fought them,
removed her t-shirt revealing a lacy, pink bra. The other four held her legs
as the priestess asked Hiro to take off her shoes and her socks. One of the
girls gave Hiro four leafy green wrist and ankle rings similar to the ones the
girls were wearing.

“Please don’t let them do this,” she pleaded with him, tears flowing down
her cheeks, as he slipped the leafy green ankle rings over her feet, “I was so
kind to you. If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t even have danced for you.”

“I know, Roxanne,” he said, slipping the leafy green wrist rings over her
hands, “but you are so pretty, and you have such lovely little feet, I really
want to tickle you. Unfortunately, for both of us, I won’t get the chance
personally but these girls do a fabulous tickling torture.”

“You have done something,” said the priestess, “by allowing this kapu to be
broken in your place of business, under your management and, ultimately,
your responsibility.”

“Priestess,” said Hiro, “is it not true that the spirit of a person starts within
and, perhaps, because of that, her stomach should receive the same
punishment so that her inner spirit will remember.”

“Yes, of course,” she said, “and I have two more girls who can attend to her
stomach while the others see to her feet and underarms.”

“No, help, please, I’ll die,” screamed the struggling woman wearing her
blue jeans and lacy pink bra, barefoot and sweating, held down on the cold
stone slab of the ancient altar.

“Aaaaah, nooohohohooo, not meeeheeehee,” she laughed and screamed as
the girls tickled her armpits, her belly and her feet. She squirmed and
struggled, arching her back, trying desperately to get away from the
relentless torture of the sixteen feathers tickling her, all at the same time.

“Aaaah, shihihihiiiit,” she laughed, “oh, my Gohohohoood!”

“Are you really going to let them tickle Roxanne,” Valerie asked Hiro, “it’s
so awful.”

“She tickled your feet,” he responded, “don’t you remember?”

“Yes,” she said, “but you made her do it.”

“She enjoyed it,” he said, “because she thought it was only going to be the
three of you.”

“Wasn’t that the plan, though,” she pointed out.

“It was,” he told her, “until I saw the way she looked in those jeans here in
the torchlight and I started imagining what her feet might look like out of
her shoes.”

“You’re evil,” said Kaila.

“Hihihirohoho, pleaheeheese mahahake them stohohohop,” she cried,
“prieheeheestess, I’m gohohoing to dihie.”

After the tickling finished, an hour later, during which Roxanne had wet
herself, the four girls were exhausted as Hiro drove them home. Nothing
much was said during the drive. They hated him. He knew, though, that he
wanted to tickle each one of them again. One by one, alone with him.
 
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Here are the four girls I thought of in the story - Leilani, Kaila, Valerie and Roxanne.
 
I love the attention to detail. Some might not appreciate the long setup or the research that you did considering that the tickle scenes were short, if exciting. But I went to Maui a number of years ago, and as I read, you genuinely reminded me of the people and places that I saw. Despite the touristy shopping and kitchy wares, there is still cultural significance and pride in the people of Hawaii. And I could almost imagine some little cave by the base of the Iao needle for just such an occasion as the one you described.

I have my own preferences for tickle scenes and styles, but what you wrote worked very well in this context as is.

Very much appreciated, thank you. :)
 
Thankyou so much ladies - I try to deeply consider the feelings and reactions of the young women in my stories and I treasure female feedback more than anything. As I read this story over myself, I agree that the tickling scenes are too short and I am rewriting the entire story to develop better tickling scenes in it. Probably in a week I will post a new version. I like this story a lot and, with Hawaii Five-O coming to air this fall, I will be developing an entire series based in Hawaii, one of my favorite places in the world. Any suggestions you have are always welcome and much appreciated.
 
Is the beginning of this story too long? I quite like it! Please give me an idea.
 
I actually like a good build up to a story. Its more personal for me when I get to know the characters a little bit. Good job by the way!
 
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