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The Purity of Tickling
It's been a long time since I've written anything new, and it was about time that I got back to it. So here is a little something I threw together rather quickly. Hopefully it will just be the start of another ration of stories from yours truly. Enjoy
Laughter
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Purity blinked her eyes awake and smiled brightly. She sprang from the bed and stretched luxuriously, enjoying the way the early morning sunlight streamed through the open window and warmed the nakedness of her flesh like the caress of a gentle lover. On the sill, two songbirds greeted her with a gay little tune. Purity curtseyed to them and blew them a kiss in thanks, giggling as she did so. With a spring in her step and a song on her lips, she skipped lightly to the bath to begin this day as she did all others. She bathed her golden, unblemished skin from tip to toe with the unhurried patience of one who takes pleasure in the simplest of tasks. When she was done, her skin glowed with a freshness and cleanliness that left her almost impossibly radiant. Beaming at the wholesome reflection grinning back at her, Purity brushed her long, baby-soft blonde tresses with the same infinite patience, until every strand of hair fell into place just so, as if each been given the most individual of attention.
Next she flitted to the wardrobe lightly on bare feet. A sea of white, sleeveless dresses, the only garments she owned, hung waiting for her choice of selection. They varied only in length. Purity selected one that ended just past her knees and billowed nicely around her legs. This was her favorite kind, as it flowed wonderfully behind her when she skipped, and she was quite fond of skipping.
Slipping into the innocent-looking-but-highly-revealing garment, Purity spun about on tiptoe to admire herself from all angles. She raised her arms up like a ballerina and twirled about a few more times, enjoying the way the bottom of her dress and her hair tried in vain to keep up with the rest of her. She felt as heavenly as she looked, and she knew she was now ready to meet the glorious day awaiting her.
The little cabin where Purity lived was the only structure in a valley protected by mountain ranges on all sides. The valley was as expansive as it was almost completely secret. Endless fields of natural growing flowers abounded everywhere, separated only by gentle rolling hills covered in thick, luscious grass. In a few spots there were small wooded areas where deer thrived, the absence of predators allowing them to multiply and grow healthy and strong. Purity played with the deer often, neither showing any fear for the other.
As Purity rushed on tiptoe from the cabin's door out into the fields of wildflowers, a few deer spotted her and looked up from their grazing. Two pranced over to her so she could kiss them on the nose and they could nuzzle her in return. A few birds saw the activity and, getting jealous, circled Purity repeatedly until she extended arms for them to land on. Purity sang and laughed freely all along, as this was typical in her world. Though she was only 19, she had not seen another human being since she was a little girl, and these woodland creatures were the only companions could ever remember knowing.
She skipped lightly across the fields of flowers, stopped momentarily only to place a few in her hair. The entourage of creatures followed close behind her, growing in number. Purity sang as she pranced, her song full of a joyfulness and happiness most of us will never experience. It poured from her lungs and past her lips without guilt or remorse, as Purity knew nothing of these concepts. She was at peace with the world, and it was at peace with her.
Suddenly, from the small outcropping of trees just ahead, Purity heard a sound, a sound she did not recognize. The animals in her wake heard it too, and they froze in fear. It sounded like voices, but voices quite unlike Purity's own. Unlike hers, which was full of sweetness and light, these voices were deeper, lower, gruffer, and with an edge. The animals did not care to find out who owned these voices, their natural instincts told them to run, which they did. But Purity did not possess such an instinct, and unaware that her woodland friends had abandoned her, dashed forward to find the cause of these voices. Her curiosity had her giddy with excitement.
Purity sprang past the first few trees into a clearing, where two men sat in a state of shock at her sudden arrival. People! People like her! Purity could not remember ever being so excited. Although they were definitely people, they couldn't have looked more different than she. They were dirty and unshaven. Their clothes were thick and rough looking. They did not smile, but instead looked suspicious and swarthy. They jumped to their feet after the initial shock had passed, and one reached for something which Purity did not recognize as a weapon.
"Hello hello! I'm so happy to meet you! I'm Purity! Have you come to play with me?!"
Slow understanding began to show in their eyes. They had never imagined seeing another human being in this hidden valley in which they had come to hunt, and now they realized that Purity lived somewhere about here. It was obvious that she was as childlike as she was beautiful, and far too naive to recognize the danger standing directly in front of her. The smarter of the two motioned for his friend to put down the weapon and began to formulate a plan.
He attempted to sound charming, but anyone else would have seen right through him. He stared at Purity's cleavage. "Why yes, yes we have. We've come to play with you. Haven't we Stretch?" He broke his stare long enough to quickly wink at his friend.
Stretch started to get it. He too had been staring at her chest, and broke his spell long enough to answer. "Ummm, yeah. Sure we did, Turk. We came to play wid her."
Purity screamed, "YAY!!!!" and clapped her hands. She bounced happily on her tiny bare feet, giving the two men a generous eye full of her thighs and jiggling breasts as her flowing dress flopped about. "What shall we play?!"
Stretch was ready to pounce on her, but Turk motioned him to keep still with his hands. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up having more than a little fun. Besides, there was something he wanted to find out about Purity. "Ever play...ummm...Helpless Maiden?"
Purity scrunched up her perfect brow. Helpless Maiden? Nope, she couldn't remember ever playing that one, but boy did it sound like fun! "Nope, how do we play?" Stretch clapped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Purity made no note of this.
Turk continued to work his plan. "Well, you come stand here against this tree." Purity raced to do as she was instructed. The men almost felt bad for her...but not quite. "Now, you cross your wrists, and Stretch here will wrap a little rope around them."
"Okay," Purity said without hesitation. "Then what?"
Stretch wasted no time in tying Purity's slender wrists together. He made sure to tie them only tight enough to keep her from escaping, but not tight enough to injure her.
"Now Stretch will wrap that rope up over that high branch up there, and you'll be the Helpless Maiden!"
Purity's heart leapt with excitement. She got to be the Helpless Maiden in her first game! "Oh thank you!" she cried.
Stretch, being a good foot taller than Purity, reached up with his long arms and tied the rope from her wrists to the branch above her head, well out of her reach. Purity had accommodated him by stepping on her tiptoes to help him out, and soon she was just barely able to touch the ground with her bare toes. She hung happily in her bonds, grinning hugely at the two men standing before her.
"Okay, now what happens?!"
Again, Stretch moved to pounce, and again, Turk held him back. "Now, now we find out if the Helpless Maiden is ticklish!"
Ticklish? Purity searched her memory for that word, and an image, one long forgotten with the passing years, slowly formed in her mind. It was from when she was very, very young, back when her parents were still with her. She had a fuzzy image of the three of them on the ground, and the two of them touching her lightly, and her rolling happily back and forth, and them saying "tickle tickle tickle", and all of them laughing freely. It was a wonderful image, a wonderful memory, one of the few she could still recall of her parents. She bounced excitedly on her tiptoes. "Oh what fun!" she cried.
Stretch looked at his friend oddly. Turk gave him a look that said he knew what he was going, and Stretch shrugged and questioned no further. When it came to important matters, like hunting and capturing pretty girls, Turk's leadership was not to be questioned.
Turk stepped up very close to Purity; this giggling, wiggling gorgeous creature who knew nothing of the real world. Her hair was like silk. Her body was magnificent. Her scent was intoxicating. He felt the same sexual urges that Stretch did, but he was also dying to tickle this young beauty. Reaching up with his short, blackened fingernails, he lightly tickled the smooth hollows of Purity's underarms.
Purity burst out giggling. The sensations emanating from her underarms felt like a swarm of ants crawling on her skin. It was both horrible and pleasurable at the same time. The rope holding her wrists didn't allow her to lower her arms, which she found herself desperately trying to do. A melody of girlish giggles poured forth in an uninterrupted stream. "Teeeheeeheeeheeheeehee!"
Turk was delighted. She was indeed ticklish, and her skin felt so smooth against his rough fingertips. She bounced wonderfully on her tiptoes, unable to avoid his wiggling fingers, and seemed to be loving this play as much as he was.
He could see every tooth in her smile, and her giggling was contagious.
Whatever bad or evil things Turk was, one thing he was not was selfish. "Hey Stretch, c'mon over and help me tickle the Helpless Maiden," he chortled. Purity nodded vigorously in agreement while she giggled endlessly; she wanted Stretch to be a part of this wonderful game too.
Stretch stopped trying to figure this out and ambled closer. After all, it did look like they were having fun. He meandered around the other side of the tree and reached around with his long arms to add his ten fingers to her underarms. Turk saw this and switched the target of his tickling fingers to her Purity's tiny waist. No sense in them sparing any part of this delicious little creature.
The tickling sensations doubled in Purity's brain. Now, in addition to fruitlessly trying to lower her arms to protect her sensitive underarms, she found herself swaying from side to side trying to avoid Turk's attack on her hips. There was no place to turn, no place to hide. Her giggling intensified to full blown laughter. Purity laughed all time, but it was never like this. This was exhilarating. She was loving this game, though it never occurred to her to ask what the objective was or how it ended. She only knew that her new friends were loads of fun, and that being tickled was every bit as wonderful as she remember from her childhood. There was only one thing missing.
"Say it! Say it!" she screeched between screams of laughter.
The men looked puzzled. They slowed the pace of their tickling long enough for Turk to ask, "Say what?"
"You know....'tickle tickle tickle'!" Purity managed to blurt out during her brief respite. Her smile never lessened or wavered.
"Sure thing!" Turk cried, and both men fell to their task of tickling her rapidly again, only now both added in heaping spoonfuls of 'tickle tickle tickle' to their titillating touches.
Purity nearly leapt out of her skin. The added verbal taunting she had demanded most definitely heightened her sensitivity to their fingertips. She was now bouncing and thrashing about as much as the ropes holding her arms over her head would allow, but there was no escape to be had. The men were relentless; their fingers flew over the skin of her underarms and threatened to dig right through the thin fabric of her dress. By far, this was the best game she had ever played.
The tickling sensations soon became too much for Purity to bear. "Okay!" she screamed. "Stop! Stop!" This game was great, but it could almost be more than a girl could bear!
The men chuckled, and Purity noticed there was something not quite right about the smile on Turk's face, but as before, failed to recognize this as anything significant. The men must not have heard her, which was understandable considering all the racket she was making, because they continued to tickle her even though she had asked them to stop.
"STOP!!!" she managed to scream with one good lungful of air. But they only chuckled again and continued to tickle her without refrain. The first inkling that something wasn't right about this game crept into her head, but Purity did not have the lifetime of experiences that most of us have to put two and two together. Confusion was all she could come up with.
And then the men did stop. "You want us to stop, Helpless Maiden?" Turk asked, but something in his voice didn't sound right. Had Purity known better, the word 'insincere' would have come immediately to mind. But of course, she took his question at face value.
"Oh yes, please!" Purity panted. It was a good thing they had stopped when they did, because she had almost started to panic. But of course this game was new to her, so she shouldn't have been surprised at not knowing all the rules. Her smile, the smile of trust, returned to her face almost at once. "You two sure are good at this game!" she said with complete conviction.
Turk chuckled and Stretch came around to the front of the tree. For once he didn't need to be led by the hand in this encounter. "Game's not over yet. Gotta find out where else ya ticklish!"
"Okay!" Purity returned happily. She guessed the worst of it was over, and of course they'd know this time to stop when she cried stop. There was no reason to feel fear; just anticipation of more fun tickles.
The men looked at each other and laughed. The depth of her innocence was truly remarkable. Reaching down, they both came back upright, each one now holding one of her tiny ankles in the tight grip of their meaty paws. Purity hung limply by her wrists now, and noted that there was a bit of pain involved with this. But if this was how the game was played, then this was how the game was played.
The men couldn't help themselves. They raised her legs until her dress fell back further and further up her thighs, and they bent over to peek at the virginal womanhood now revealed between her legs. Purity had no idea what they were looking for, as she had nothing hidden under her dress. Turk and Stretch moved further apart and spread her legs widely, giving them a full look at her sex. Purity looked at them questioningly, wondering why they seemed fascinated with her legs. All knew for sure was that her wrists were starting to hurt and there was no tickling going on.
"Okay I'm ready!" she cried. "Find out where else I'm ticklish!" Again, the men almost felt bad...but not quite.
Each looked down at the creamy foot they held captive in their clutches. Despite her constantly being barefoot and out and about in nature, the soles of Purity's feet were surprisingly clean and tender looking. Almost in unison, the two men began to scrabble their nails along these soft, vulnerable surfaces, but this time only Stretch remembered to utter, "tickle tickle tickle".
Purity had been certain the tickling of her hips and underarms would be the worst of it, but she found she was wrong about that. The bottoms of her little feet were excruciatingly ticklish, and the sensations rocketing up her legs were immediately unbearable. She screamed at their initial touch, and immediately began crying for them to stop even before she became overwhelmed with laughter. Her slender legs pumped like pistons, trying to pull her ankles from their grasps, but she had no leverage and lacked the strength she would have needed anyway.
"Stopstopstopstopstop!!!" she cried between laughs, but Turk and Stretch acted like they didn't hear her. The were far too busy tickling her feet, tweaking her toes, and leering up her dress to pay any attention to the protests coming out of her mouth. If these were the rules, Purity didn't think she liked being the Helpless Maiden after all.
Stretch like watching the way her hips writhed against the tree as they tickled her. His mouth was watering at the prospect of what he would do to her soon. He just hoped Turk wouldn't make him wait too long for his seconds.
Turk was turned on in more ways than one. Tickling this beauty had his fires stoked to unbelievable heights. She was perfect in every regard. Ticklish beyond belief. Sexy in every way. Trusting to the end. He could tell her taking her virginity was all part of the game, and she would believe him. But that would come soon enough. For now, he was having too much fun digging his stubby fingers into the impossibly tight spaces between her short toes and torturing the defenseless flesh found within. He could have listened to her screech and beg and laugh forever.
Suddenly a herd of angry looking deer charged into the clearing, heading straight for the two men. They dropped the ankles of their young victim and reached for their weapons, only to find they were well out of reach. The first of the deer lowered it's antlers and bowled Turk over. Another reared on it's hind legs, kicking Stretch in the facial area with it's front hooves. Both men did what they could to protect their faces, which the deer seemed intent on attacking but there were too many of them to fend off and they were far too aggressive for passive animals. After a lengthy beating by a number of hooves and antlers, the men managed to regain their footing and run. A few of the deer ran in pursuit, and Stretch was knocked to the ground again. He stumbled to his feet and raced after the sprinting Turk, and the two disappeared from the clearing.
Purity watched the scene in shock. She'd never seen her woodland friends do anything like that, and didn't know what to think. On the one hand, they had stopped the men from tickling her, on the other, they had just chased off her two new friends. Purity didn't have time to ponder this long though, as she suddenly realized she was still tied to the tree!
Luckily, a number of birds and squirrels set about nibbling and pecking at the rope binding her arms over head. Eventually they worked they way through it, and Purity thankfully lowered her arms for the first time in quite some time. One of the deer immediately started nibbling at the ropes around her wrists, and she gladly let it. She was too tired from playing Helpless Maiden to free herself just yet.
When she was free, she forgave her woodland friends for scaring off the two men. After all, they were simple animals, and didn't know any better. She returned to her little cabin, singing once again and at peace with the world. The day was getting late, and who knew what tomorrow would bring?
The End
It's been a long time since I've written anything new, and it was about time that I got back to it. So here is a little something I threw together rather quickly. Hopefully it will just be the start of another ration of stories from yours truly. Enjoy
Laughter
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Purity blinked her eyes awake and smiled brightly. She sprang from the bed and stretched luxuriously, enjoying the way the early morning sunlight streamed through the open window and warmed the nakedness of her flesh like the caress of a gentle lover. On the sill, two songbirds greeted her with a gay little tune. Purity curtseyed to them and blew them a kiss in thanks, giggling as she did so. With a spring in her step and a song on her lips, she skipped lightly to the bath to begin this day as she did all others. She bathed her golden, unblemished skin from tip to toe with the unhurried patience of one who takes pleasure in the simplest of tasks. When she was done, her skin glowed with a freshness and cleanliness that left her almost impossibly radiant. Beaming at the wholesome reflection grinning back at her, Purity brushed her long, baby-soft blonde tresses with the same infinite patience, until every strand of hair fell into place just so, as if each been given the most individual of attention.
Next she flitted to the wardrobe lightly on bare feet. A sea of white, sleeveless dresses, the only garments she owned, hung waiting for her choice of selection. They varied only in length. Purity selected one that ended just past her knees and billowed nicely around her legs. This was her favorite kind, as it flowed wonderfully behind her when she skipped, and she was quite fond of skipping.
Slipping into the innocent-looking-but-highly-revealing garment, Purity spun about on tiptoe to admire herself from all angles. She raised her arms up like a ballerina and twirled about a few more times, enjoying the way the bottom of her dress and her hair tried in vain to keep up with the rest of her. She felt as heavenly as she looked, and she knew she was now ready to meet the glorious day awaiting her.
The little cabin where Purity lived was the only structure in a valley protected by mountain ranges on all sides. The valley was as expansive as it was almost completely secret. Endless fields of natural growing flowers abounded everywhere, separated only by gentle rolling hills covered in thick, luscious grass. In a few spots there were small wooded areas where deer thrived, the absence of predators allowing them to multiply and grow healthy and strong. Purity played with the deer often, neither showing any fear for the other.
As Purity rushed on tiptoe from the cabin's door out into the fields of wildflowers, a few deer spotted her and looked up from their grazing. Two pranced over to her so she could kiss them on the nose and they could nuzzle her in return. A few birds saw the activity and, getting jealous, circled Purity repeatedly until she extended arms for them to land on. Purity sang and laughed freely all along, as this was typical in her world. Though she was only 19, she had not seen another human being since she was a little girl, and these woodland creatures were the only companions could ever remember knowing.
She skipped lightly across the fields of flowers, stopped momentarily only to place a few in her hair. The entourage of creatures followed close behind her, growing in number. Purity sang as she pranced, her song full of a joyfulness and happiness most of us will never experience. It poured from her lungs and past her lips without guilt or remorse, as Purity knew nothing of these concepts. She was at peace with the world, and it was at peace with her.
Suddenly, from the small outcropping of trees just ahead, Purity heard a sound, a sound she did not recognize. The animals in her wake heard it too, and they froze in fear. It sounded like voices, but voices quite unlike Purity's own. Unlike hers, which was full of sweetness and light, these voices were deeper, lower, gruffer, and with an edge. The animals did not care to find out who owned these voices, their natural instincts told them to run, which they did. But Purity did not possess such an instinct, and unaware that her woodland friends had abandoned her, dashed forward to find the cause of these voices. Her curiosity had her giddy with excitement.
Purity sprang past the first few trees into a clearing, where two men sat in a state of shock at her sudden arrival. People! People like her! Purity could not remember ever being so excited. Although they were definitely people, they couldn't have looked more different than she. They were dirty and unshaven. Their clothes were thick and rough looking. They did not smile, but instead looked suspicious and swarthy. They jumped to their feet after the initial shock had passed, and one reached for something which Purity did not recognize as a weapon.
"Hello hello! I'm so happy to meet you! I'm Purity! Have you come to play with me?!"
Slow understanding began to show in their eyes. They had never imagined seeing another human being in this hidden valley in which they had come to hunt, and now they realized that Purity lived somewhere about here. It was obvious that she was as childlike as she was beautiful, and far too naive to recognize the danger standing directly in front of her. The smarter of the two motioned for his friend to put down the weapon and began to formulate a plan.
He attempted to sound charming, but anyone else would have seen right through him. He stared at Purity's cleavage. "Why yes, yes we have. We've come to play with you. Haven't we Stretch?" He broke his stare long enough to quickly wink at his friend.
Stretch started to get it. He too had been staring at her chest, and broke his spell long enough to answer. "Ummm, yeah. Sure we did, Turk. We came to play wid her."
Purity screamed, "YAY!!!!" and clapped her hands. She bounced happily on her tiny bare feet, giving the two men a generous eye full of her thighs and jiggling breasts as her flowing dress flopped about. "What shall we play?!"
Stretch was ready to pounce on her, but Turk motioned him to keep still with his hands. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up having more than a little fun. Besides, there was something he wanted to find out about Purity. "Ever play...ummm...Helpless Maiden?"
Purity scrunched up her perfect brow. Helpless Maiden? Nope, she couldn't remember ever playing that one, but boy did it sound like fun! "Nope, how do we play?" Stretch clapped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Purity made no note of this.
Turk continued to work his plan. "Well, you come stand here against this tree." Purity raced to do as she was instructed. The men almost felt bad for her...but not quite. "Now, you cross your wrists, and Stretch here will wrap a little rope around them."
"Okay," Purity said without hesitation. "Then what?"
Stretch wasted no time in tying Purity's slender wrists together. He made sure to tie them only tight enough to keep her from escaping, but not tight enough to injure her.
"Now Stretch will wrap that rope up over that high branch up there, and you'll be the Helpless Maiden!"
Purity's heart leapt with excitement. She got to be the Helpless Maiden in her first game! "Oh thank you!" she cried.
Stretch, being a good foot taller than Purity, reached up with his long arms and tied the rope from her wrists to the branch above her head, well out of her reach. Purity had accommodated him by stepping on her tiptoes to help him out, and soon she was just barely able to touch the ground with her bare toes. She hung happily in her bonds, grinning hugely at the two men standing before her.
"Okay, now what happens?!"
Again, Stretch moved to pounce, and again, Turk held him back. "Now, now we find out if the Helpless Maiden is ticklish!"
Ticklish? Purity searched her memory for that word, and an image, one long forgotten with the passing years, slowly formed in her mind. It was from when she was very, very young, back when her parents were still with her. She had a fuzzy image of the three of them on the ground, and the two of them touching her lightly, and her rolling happily back and forth, and them saying "tickle tickle tickle", and all of them laughing freely. It was a wonderful image, a wonderful memory, one of the few she could still recall of her parents. She bounced excitedly on her tiptoes. "Oh what fun!" she cried.
Stretch looked at his friend oddly. Turk gave him a look that said he knew what he was going, and Stretch shrugged and questioned no further. When it came to important matters, like hunting and capturing pretty girls, Turk's leadership was not to be questioned.
Turk stepped up very close to Purity; this giggling, wiggling gorgeous creature who knew nothing of the real world. Her hair was like silk. Her body was magnificent. Her scent was intoxicating. He felt the same sexual urges that Stretch did, but he was also dying to tickle this young beauty. Reaching up with his short, blackened fingernails, he lightly tickled the smooth hollows of Purity's underarms.
Purity burst out giggling. The sensations emanating from her underarms felt like a swarm of ants crawling on her skin. It was both horrible and pleasurable at the same time. The rope holding her wrists didn't allow her to lower her arms, which she found herself desperately trying to do. A melody of girlish giggles poured forth in an uninterrupted stream. "Teeeheeeheeeheeheeehee!"
Turk was delighted. She was indeed ticklish, and her skin felt so smooth against his rough fingertips. She bounced wonderfully on her tiptoes, unable to avoid his wiggling fingers, and seemed to be loving this play as much as he was.
He could see every tooth in her smile, and her giggling was contagious.
Whatever bad or evil things Turk was, one thing he was not was selfish. "Hey Stretch, c'mon over and help me tickle the Helpless Maiden," he chortled. Purity nodded vigorously in agreement while she giggled endlessly; she wanted Stretch to be a part of this wonderful game too.
Stretch stopped trying to figure this out and ambled closer. After all, it did look like they were having fun. He meandered around the other side of the tree and reached around with his long arms to add his ten fingers to her underarms. Turk saw this and switched the target of his tickling fingers to her Purity's tiny waist. No sense in them sparing any part of this delicious little creature.
The tickling sensations doubled in Purity's brain. Now, in addition to fruitlessly trying to lower her arms to protect her sensitive underarms, she found herself swaying from side to side trying to avoid Turk's attack on her hips. There was no place to turn, no place to hide. Her giggling intensified to full blown laughter. Purity laughed all time, but it was never like this. This was exhilarating. She was loving this game, though it never occurred to her to ask what the objective was or how it ended. She only knew that her new friends were loads of fun, and that being tickled was every bit as wonderful as she remember from her childhood. There was only one thing missing.
"Say it! Say it!" she screeched between screams of laughter.
The men looked puzzled. They slowed the pace of their tickling long enough for Turk to ask, "Say what?"
"You know....'tickle tickle tickle'!" Purity managed to blurt out during her brief respite. Her smile never lessened or wavered.
"Sure thing!" Turk cried, and both men fell to their task of tickling her rapidly again, only now both added in heaping spoonfuls of 'tickle tickle tickle' to their titillating touches.
Purity nearly leapt out of her skin. The added verbal taunting she had demanded most definitely heightened her sensitivity to their fingertips. She was now bouncing and thrashing about as much as the ropes holding her arms over her head would allow, but there was no escape to be had. The men were relentless; their fingers flew over the skin of her underarms and threatened to dig right through the thin fabric of her dress. By far, this was the best game she had ever played.
The tickling sensations soon became too much for Purity to bear. "Okay!" she screamed. "Stop! Stop!" This game was great, but it could almost be more than a girl could bear!
The men chuckled, and Purity noticed there was something not quite right about the smile on Turk's face, but as before, failed to recognize this as anything significant. The men must not have heard her, which was understandable considering all the racket she was making, because they continued to tickle her even though she had asked them to stop.
"STOP!!!" she managed to scream with one good lungful of air. But they only chuckled again and continued to tickle her without refrain. The first inkling that something wasn't right about this game crept into her head, but Purity did not have the lifetime of experiences that most of us have to put two and two together. Confusion was all she could come up with.
And then the men did stop. "You want us to stop, Helpless Maiden?" Turk asked, but something in his voice didn't sound right. Had Purity known better, the word 'insincere' would have come immediately to mind. But of course, she took his question at face value.
"Oh yes, please!" Purity panted. It was a good thing they had stopped when they did, because she had almost started to panic. But of course this game was new to her, so she shouldn't have been surprised at not knowing all the rules. Her smile, the smile of trust, returned to her face almost at once. "You two sure are good at this game!" she said with complete conviction.
Turk chuckled and Stretch came around to the front of the tree. For once he didn't need to be led by the hand in this encounter. "Game's not over yet. Gotta find out where else ya ticklish!"
"Okay!" Purity returned happily. She guessed the worst of it was over, and of course they'd know this time to stop when she cried stop. There was no reason to feel fear; just anticipation of more fun tickles.
The men looked at each other and laughed. The depth of her innocence was truly remarkable. Reaching down, they both came back upright, each one now holding one of her tiny ankles in the tight grip of their meaty paws. Purity hung limply by her wrists now, and noted that there was a bit of pain involved with this. But if this was how the game was played, then this was how the game was played.
The men couldn't help themselves. They raised her legs until her dress fell back further and further up her thighs, and they bent over to peek at the virginal womanhood now revealed between her legs. Purity had no idea what they were looking for, as she had nothing hidden under her dress. Turk and Stretch moved further apart and spread her legs widely, giving them a full look at her sex. Purity looked at them questioningly, wondering why they seemed fascinated with her legs. All knew for sure was that her wrists were starting to hurt and there was no tickling going on.
"Okay I'm ready!" she cried. "Find out where else I'm ticklish!" Again, the men almost felt bad...but not quite.
Each looked down at the creamy foot they held captive in their clutches. Despite her constantly being barefoot and out and about in nature, the soles of Purity's feet were surprisingly clean and tender looking. Almost in unison, the two men began to scrabble their nails along these soft, vulnerable surfaces, but this time only Stretch remembered to utter, "tickle tickle tickle".
Purity had been certain the tickling of her hips and underarms would be the worst of it, but she found she was wrong about that. The bottoms of her little feet were excruciatingly ticklish, and the sensations rocketing up her legs were immediately unbearable. She screamed at their initial touch, and immediately began crying for them to stop even before she became overwhelmed with laughter. Her slender legs pumped like pistons, trying to pull her ankles from their grasps, but she had no leverage and lacked the strength she would have needed anyway.
"Stopstopstopstopstop!!!" she cried between laughs, but Turk and Stretch acted like they didn't hear her. The were far too busy tickling her feet, tweaking her toes, and leering up her dress to pay any attention to the protests coming out of her mouth. If these were the rules, Purity didn't think she liked being the Helpless Maiden after all.
Stretch like watching the way her hips writhed against the tree as they tickled her. His mouth was watering at the prospect of what he would do to her soon. He just hoped Turk wouldn't make him wait too long for his seconds.
Turk was turned on in more ways than one. Tickling this beauty had his fires stoked to unbelievable heights. She was perfect in every regard. Ticklish beyond belief. Sexy in every way. Trusting to the end. He could tell her taking her virginity was all part of the game, and she would believe him. But that would come soon enough. For now, he was having too much fun digging his stubby fingers into the impossibly tight spaces between her short toes and torturing the defenseless flesh found within. He could have listened to her screech and beg and laugh forever.
Suddenly a herd of angry looking deer charged into the clearing, heading straight for the two men. They dropped the ankles of their young victim and reached for their weapons, only to find they were well out of reach. The first of the deer lowered it's antlers and bowled Turk over. Another reared on it's hind legs, kicking Stretch in the facial area with it's front hooves. Both men did what they could to protect their faces, which the deer seemed intent on attacking but there were too many of them to fend off and they were far too aggressive for passive animals. After a lengthy beating by a number of hooves and antlers, the men managed to regain their footing and run. A few of the deer ran in pursuit, and Stretch was knocked to the ground again. He stumbled to his feet and raced after the sprinting Turk, and the two disappeared from the clearing.
Purity watched the scene in shock. She'd never seen her woodland friends do anything like that, and didn't know what to think. On the one hand, they had stopped the men from tickling her, on the other, they had just chased off her two new friends. Purity didn't have time to ponder this long though, as she suddenly realized she was still tied to the tree!
Luckily, a number of birds and squirrels set about nibbling and pecking at the rope binding her arms over head. Eventually they worked they way through it, and Purity thankfully lowered her arms for the first time in quite some time. One of the deer immediately started nibbling at the ropes around her wrists, and she gladly let it. She was too tired from playing Helpless Maiden to free herself just yet.
When she was free, she forgave her woodland friends for scaring off the two men. After all, they were simple animals, and didn't know any better. She returned to her little cabin, singing once again and at peace with the world. The day was getting late, and who knew what tomorrow would bring?
The End
but wanted to post a thank you before doing my slow, relish-every-detail reread.
