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it is continues at the writing.com, so if you like the way it is going, feel free to add to it
Chapter 20: The fun continues
You laugh helplessly as the orc continues to bathe your bared foot with her tongue. "What size are these beauties?", the orc inquires as you bang your fists into the ground. "Go to hell!", you reply, trying to muster up some degree of dignity. "Fine! I'll just tickle it out of you!", the orc said and immediately began licking the undersides of your toes with her tongue. This got you laughing really hard. Your toes spread out and wriggled wildly before curling up and causing the wrinkles in your sole to become much more pronounced again. This seemed to please the orc, who then held your toes curled over and set about directly treating your wrinkled sole with her tongue again. Finally, inbetween howls of laughter, you cried "eleven! they're size elevens!".
"Ha! *slurp* I knew it!", the orc said inbetween licks, "I knew they had to be a size eleven at the very least! *slurp*".
Soon, your entire foot became covered by the orc's saliva and you were on the border of passing out when...
Chapter 21: The orc drags you inside her hideout.
Suddenly the lickling stops. You can feel her get off you and then you feel yourself being lifted up. She throws you over her shoulder and starts walking. Soon you can hear the door slammed shut and you realize you're inside the hut. She takes another step and then you hit the floor. You feel the orc grab your damaged boot and brace yourself, but the tickling doesn't come, although she is definitely doing something to your boot. After a minute or so, your blindfold is removed. You survey your surroundings, but there's not much to see: no furniture of any kind except for one chair and a blanket in the corner.. Also in the middle of the room, on the floor, there is a heavy looking wooden hatch, leading under ground, obviously. All over the walls are grim trophies, pairs female shoes, saome completely solelles, others with soles still attached to them by the heel, like your boot. Also there are many ripped socks and stockings. Some are open at the toes, while others, much like your own sock, are just ripped along the sole. Suddenly your ankles are freed of their restraints and your hands are soon to follow. Quickly you jump up and turn around to face your tormentor, but she just stands still in the door frame smiling at you. Your boot has been taped around your foot using some kind of strong tape, so that the sole is holding in place, for now, even though a strong shake of your foot, reveals your toes under the flapping boot-sole. It was obviously fixed just enough to serve her current intentions, but can be easily re-opened at any time. You decide not to even think about that, as you wiggle your still dump toes inside your boot.
Then she speaks: "How do you like my collection", she asks, waving her hand at the walls. "I've had many, guests", she utters that last word with an evil smile on her lips. "Most, I had to go a long way away, to invite and few of them came to my doorstep, as you did. Some of them have some big and delicious tootsies, but it's been a long time, since I had a pair, quite like yours. I must admit. I'm looking forward to having my way with yours. But since I'm a good sport, I'll give you one chance to escape", she says. "If you can make it through this door, I'll give you one hour before I come after you, but if you can't...", she looks down at your boots and slowly licks her lips. Mere sight of that tongue, makes you shiver. She is certain that you can't defeat her, or evade her for too long, even if you manage to, somehow, get passed her. Based on your experience so far, she is probably right, you decide. You need to come up with a plan and you need it soon. "Come on now, you can't stand there forever, come and get some more coochie choochie coos", she starts teasingly wriggling her long fingers. Those fingers end in nails, perfect for extracting laughter from ticklish women, you think to yourself. Several feet left of the door, there is an open window, the only one on the hut. You have two options, either go at her and pray for the best, or try to jump out the window and make a run for it. As you are thinking about each option, she starts moving very slowly towards you.
Chapter 22: No use running, she is faster, you have to fight
Considering that your boot has seen better days and that she outran you not half an hour ago, while both of your boots were whole, you decided that it's pointless to try and run, before you've dealt with her. She is obviously stronger then you, but she is also so confident in her victory, that she is probably underestimating you. You are no easy pray and now that you know what her intentions are, you have all the motivation in this world not to lose this fight. You charge at her and try to throw a few punches, but she blocks them all. You can see however, that she is not smiling anymore. Another flurry of swings and again, neither of them connects with the target, but her face is even more serious. Good, even without a good hit, you managed to wipe that self-confident smirk off her face. You go at her again, but after two unsuccessful punches, you mix it up with a powerful and precise kick towards her torso
Chapter 23: That was a pretty stupid move.
Well, that wasn't a very good idea. The orc woman simply grabs your leg by the ankle as you attempt to kick her in the stomach. Her self-confident smirk returns as she rips the taped on sole back off of your boot. Your eyes widen and you wriggle your red painted toes in the cool breeze. This serves to only tempt the orc's fetish even further as she promptly wriggles her fingers in the middle of your bare sole. You immediately burst out into a combination of giggles and snorts, barely managing to stand on one leg.
"Geez, you sure are dumb. Feet this big and ticklish shouldn't be trying to kick people", the orc woman taunted. However, you were in no position to retort since you were currently laughing uncontrollably. You began to pull upon your leg in an effort to free it from the orc woman's grasp. Much to your misfortune, she legs go of your ankle as you pull...causing you to fall flat onto your back.
Chapter 24: The orc pins both your ankles.
Quickly you try to get up as she jumps towards you, but even as you turn to the side and get on your all four, in one smooth move, you feel her weight press against your lower back and soon you are back, flat on the floor, face down. More alarming though is, the fact that your soles (both bare and booted one) are upturned and that she is facing them. Struggle as you might, you can't get up, she is too strong and heavy.
Then you feel, what you've been dreading all the time, she grabs the ankle of your soleless boot and pulls it towards her. Her grip is strong, you can't pull your foot free. As you brace yourself for the inevitable, you feel a soft breeze on your toes, as she blows on them. Even that feels tickly and you wiggle your toes in anticipation. You hear her amused giggle and curse yourself for being so weak. It's just tickling you try to tell yourself, but it doesn't help much, panic is setting in.
"Usually I have to search far and wide, to get myself a prize like you. Your heel is just begging to be touched, those wiggling toes are made to draw attention and tease, especially with that sexy toenail color, but the wrinkly sole just make my mouth water. I'm gonna enjoy our time together, so very much." Obviously she has a huge fetish and nothing you can say can make her leave your feet alone. Still you are trying hard to find some way to reason with her. Promise her wealth, promise her glory, promise to find other women to take your place. That las one might actually work, but before you can develop that idea, she speaks again: "you fought well, even if not too long", she says, "you are a good warrior. My victory over you is a glorious one. All great victories deserve great feasts. Fortunately these huge delicious soles of yours, are going to provide a feast to remember".
With those words she grips your bare soled foot even more tightly and pulls is slightly more towards herself then stops. Though nothing is happening, you can't stand the anticipation any more, all thoughts and plans vanish from your mind, as the memory of your recent foot treatment returns to you. You start giggling preemptively and once more desperately try to pull your exposed foot free. Then, obviously waiting for your nerves to betray you, she begins, as you feel hot wet tongue land on your heel, covering it almost whole, and start its agonizingly slow ascent up your bare sole. As it travels toward your arch, the skin of your sole becomes taught behind the tongue, while the wrinkles are pushed and bunch up in front of it, until the tongue reaches the ball of your sole and wrinkles are passed over and released to return and spread out all over the arch and sole Mean while the tongue licks hard at your toes, then the process is repeated again, slowly, thoroughly, lovingly. Fortunately for you, you're not able to see entranced look in her eyes and concentration on your arch, or you'd know she's not stopping any time soon.
Whenever her tongue reaches your arch, your laughter goes up a notch, only to go back down as she gets to the toes. She seems to like this and starts concentrating on that area more, mixing in quick licks with the tip of her tongue, between slow long ones. This keeps you unable to even slightly adjust to the feelings invading the bottom of your foot and makes your laugh even harder. Soon you are becoming exhausted from all the laughter and what's left of your sanity is welcoming the possibility of passing out with the lack of oxygen. She, however, seems to sense this and changes tactics. Now she is sticking her tongue between the helpless toes and stimulating sensitive nerve endings, or licking and kissing the heel with occasional lick of the center of your sole, just to keep you laughing hard, when your laughter begins to die down a bit. She seems to be in the mood for a long day of foot fun
Chapter 25: No rest for the weary
After ten more minutes of relentless foot licking, she pauses. You still giggle helplessly for a few minutes before tickly feeling leave your foot and you're finally able to be quiet.She is still sitting on your lower back staring at your wrinkly sole, but what is she thinking about, you wonder. Several minutes pass and you begin to relax, hoping that the session is over and that she'll leave you alone, at least for the time being.
Then she gets up, but she does not let go of your leg. Her grip is strong as steel and you, in your exhausted state, abandon any thought of escape. Moments later you feel her removing your boots, lying on the floor, on her left side with her left hand propping her head and your bare feet crossed at the ankles and held in a leg lock between her muscular thighs. You try to pull your legs free, but she is way to strong. Agonizing seconds pass, but nothing happens. You've recovered slightly from the earlier ordeal, but knowing what's coming next, and that you're helpless to stop it, you once again become nervous with anticipation, and just wish she'd get it over with.
Meanwhile, she is just lying there taking in the sight of two beautiful big sensitive soles in front her, trying to hold herself from touching them as long as possible, to both tease you and her own lust. She has tickled hundreds of women over the years, some with long narrow feet and long toes, some with tiny feet, some with wide meaty soles and short pudgy toes, but rarely has she seen a pair of such big feet with perfectly proportioned toes, and toenails painted in such a sexy way.
After several more long tense moments, finally she begins, poking the center of your right foot with a single finger nail.
Chapter 26: Real tickling begins
Her fingernail feels sharp, but gentle against your skin, just sharp enough to tickle maddeningly, but just gentle enough not to damage your skin. She obviously takes good care of her fingernails, to make them the brutally efficiently tickle tools. As the tickling begins, you scrunch your toes and wrinkle your sole again and she uses the opportunity to trace the wrinkles, lovingly. Again, a steady stream of giggles erupts from you, with an occasional squeal, when she touches an especially sweet spot. Your wrinkled soles and helpless giggles, turn her on even more and she goes in with all five fingers, unable to resist her urges any longer. Her fingers wriggle on your heel then go upwards over the arch, where they stay until you stretch out your foot, making the skin taught an inviting her to continue over the ball of your foot and towards the toes. When her fingers reach your toes and start attacking their undersides you scrunch your foot again, and she uses the chance to once again enjoy exploring the wrinkles on her way down towards the heel. Your laughter grows and turns into screams every time your arch is targeted, but soon you are sapped of all your energy again and your laughter slowly dies down and turns into silent guffaws. Any attempt to wriggle your foot away is met by a steel grip of her legs.
After about fifteen minutes of this treatment you fall limp as a rag doll and your foot movement turns into occasional twitches. Disappointed that the wrinkles are hidden from her and not wanting you to pass out just yet, she decides to give you a little time to recover, while she takes you down into her basement. What horrors await in there, you're about to find out as she stands up and starts to lift you and put you over her shoulder.
Chapter 27: A chance presents itself
She starts walking towards the trap door with you thrown over her shoulder, like a sack, your upper body hanging over her back. But then you catch a lucky break: as she playfully pokes the sole of your foot, you bend your knee reflexively and your heel connects with her chin. She tumbles down, face first and you find yourself lying with your back to the floor. Her head is on your stomach, but she is not moving. Slowly and carefully you pull yourself away from her and up on your feet. She is still lying motionless, so you decide to make a run for it. You pull your boots on and fix the ripped boot sole with a tape that she used earlier and run out of the cabin as fast as your legs will carry you.
You determine the direction you need to take to get back to the coast and you run, run like the crazy she orc tickler with a huge foot fetish and lust for your ticklish wrinkly soles, is after you. After some time and few short pauses to catch your breath, you make it to the coast and to your camp. Rather then to wait for the orc to come after you, you decide to pack your things, everything you can carry, but that won't slow you down and go through the grasslands. The orc has clear advantage in the woods, and maybe she knows grasslands as well, but it's your only hope of trying to evade her. You leave your mangled boots behind and put on those you wore aboard the ship and start on your way. You had to leave your tent and much of the supplies, but your sleeping bag, some food and water are all you dare take, knowing that your pursuer is not gonna give up the chase easily and that your best hope is speed.
After several hours of walking through the tall grass, that makes you impossible to spot from just a few feet away darkness comes and you reluctantly decide to stop. You are aware of the danger you're in, but you are physically exhausted from all the walking and running, not to mention the tickling. You have to sleep for a few hours, even if an army of tickler orcs is on your heels.
Chapter 28: You get a visitor
Just moments after crawling into your sleeping bag, you fall into a deep asleep. As your breading becomes deeper, a shadow steps out of the grass near by. It waits for a minute to see if you're really asleep and then approaches you slowly and soundlessly.
Chapter 29: So much about trying to escape
The she-orc approaches your sleeping form with a wicked smile on her face. She kneels next to your head and presses a rag, soaked into something, to your face. After a few seconds of breathing in the chemical, you fall even deeper into the sleep. She goes down to the foot of your sleeping bag and opens the zipper from that side. Her smile broadens as she sees your booted feet. Apparently you are so much afraid of tickling that, that you decided, you're going to sleep with your shoes on.
In a matter of seconds, your boots are removed and your pale defenseless soles are bared for her once more. She pulls out a stiff feather, out of her bag of supplies and sits in front of your soft feet. Slowly the feather kisses your left arch and starts moving along the sole towards the toes. Your foot flinches, but stays within the reach of your tormentor. She gets bolder and begins heavy merciless tickle torture of both of your soles, one wit the feather, the other with her fingers. Your feet move around a bit and you giggle in your sleep, but you don't wake up. An hour passes, then another one. Finally after three hours of relentless tickles she licks both of your delicious soles one last time, puts your boots back on and closes your sleeping bag before disappearing back into the grass. She's gonna grab an hour or two of sleep, before she continues her chase. And what a fun chase it will be.
Soon you wake up, feeling somewhat refreshed, but with tingling sensation in your feet. All night you dreamed of being tickled, by a giant spider girl, whose cave you tried to rob, before she wrapped you in a silk cocoon, hung you upside down before tickling your feet and by some goblins who chased you down the streets of some strange city, threw some green stuff on you, which enveloped you and then ripped open your shoe and tickled your foot. And many other strange creatures, all fixated on your feet and all tickling you in various ways. Your mind is obviously so scared of the orc, that your sub-consciousness sees tickling everywhere, you conclude wisely.
After a quick meal, you decide to head out.
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Chapter 20: The fun continues
You laugh helplessly as the orc continues to bathe your bared foot with her tongue. "What size are these beauties?", the orc inquires as you bang your fists into the ground. "Go to hell!", you reply, trying to muster up some degree of dignity. "Fine! I'll just tickle it out of you!", the orc said and immediately began licking the undersides of your toes with her tongue. This got you laughing really hard. Your toes spread out and wriggled wildly before curling up and causing the wrinkles in your sole to become much more pronounced again. This seemed to please the orc, who then held your toes curled over and set about directly treating your wrinkled sole with her tongue again. Finally, inbetween howls of laughter, you cried "eleven! they're size elevens!".
"Ha! *slurp* I knew it!", the orc said inbetween licks, "I knew they had to be a size eleven at the very least! *slurp*".
Soon, your entire foot became covered by the orc's saliva and you were on the border of passing out when...
Chapter 21: The orc drags you inside her hideout.
Suddenly the lickling stops. You can feel her get off you and then you feel yourself being lifted up. She throws you over her shoulder and starts walking. Soon you can hear the door slammed shut and you realize you're inside the hut. She takes another step and then you hit the floor. You feel the orc grab your damaged boot and brace yourself, but the tickling doesn't come, although she is definitely doing something to your boot. After a minute or so, your blindfold is removed. You survey your surroundings, but there's not much to see: no furniture of any kind except for one chair and a blanket in the corner.. Also in the middle of the room, on the floor, there is a heavy looking wooden hatch, leading under ground, obviously. All over the walls are grim trophies, pairs female shoes, saome completely solelles, others with soles still attached to them by the heel, like your boot. Also there are many ripped socks and stockings. Some are open at the toes, while others, much like your own sock, are just ripped along the sole. Suddenly your ankles are freed of their restraints and your hands are soon to follow. Quickly you jump up and turn around to face your tormentor, but she just stands still in the door frame smiling at you. Your boot has been taped around your foot using some kind of strong tape, so that the sole is holding in place, for now, even though a strong shake of your foot, reveals your toes under the flapping boot-sole. It was obviously fixed just enough to serve her current intentions, but can be easily re-opened at any time. You decide not to even think about that, as you wiggle your still dump toes inside your boot.
Then she speaks: "How do you like my collection", she asks, waving her hand at the walls. "I've had many, guests", she utters that last word with an evil smile on her lips. "Most, I had to go a long way away, to invite and few of them came to my doorstep, as you did. Some of them have some big and delicious tootsies, but it's been a long time, since I had a pair, quite like yours. I must admit. I'm looking forward to having my way with yours. But since I'm a good sport, I'll give you one chance to escape", she says. "If you can make it through this door, I'll give you one hour before I come after you, but if you can't...", she looks down at your boots and slowly licks her lips. Mere sight of that tongue, makes you shiver. She is certain that you can't defeat her, or evade her for too long, even if you manage to, somehow, get passed her. Based on your experience so far, she is probably right, you decide. You need to come up with a plan and you need it soon. "Come on now, you can't stand there forever, come and get some more coochie choochie coos", she starts teasingly wriggling her long fingers. Those fingers end in nails, perfect for extracting laughter from ticklish women, you think to yourself. Several feet left of the door, there is an open window, the only one on the hut. You have two options, either go at her and pray for the best, or try to jump out the window and make a run for it. As you are thinking about each option, she starts moving very slowly towards you.
Chapter 22: No use running, she is faster, you have to fight
Considering that your boot has seen better days and that she outran you not half an hour ago, while both of your boots were whole, you decided that it's pointless to try and run, before you've dealt with her. She is obviously stronger then you, but she is also so confident in her victory, that she is probably underestimating you. You are no easy pray and now that you know what her intentions are, you have all the motivation in this world not to lose this fight. You charge at her and try to throw a few punches, but she blocks them all. You can see however, that she is not smiling anymore. Another flurry of swings and again, neither of them connects with the target, but her face is even more serious. Good, even without a good hit, you managed to wipe that self-confident smirk off her face. You go at her again, but after two unsuccessful punches, you mix it up with a powerful and precise kick towards her torso
Chapter 23: That was a pretty stupid move.
Well, that wasn't a very good idea. The orc woman simply grabs your leg by the ankle as you attempt to kick her in the stomach. Her self-confident smirk returns as she rips the taped on sole back off of your boot. Your eyes widen and you wriggle your red painted toes in the cool breeze. This serves to only tempt the orc's fetish even further as she promptly wriggles her fingers in the middle of your bare sole. You immediately burst out into a combination of giggles and snorts, barely managing to stand on one leg.
"Geez, you sure are dumb. Feet this big and ticklish shouldn't be trying to kick people", the orc woman taunted. However, you were in no position to retort since you were currently laughing uncontrollably. You began to pull upon your leg in an effort to free it from the orc woman's grasp. Much to your misfortune, she legs go of your ankle as you pull...causing you to fall flat onto your back.
Chapter 24: The orc pins both your ankles.
Quickly you try to get up as she jumps towards you, but even as you turn to the side and get on your all four, in one smooth move, you feel her weight press against your lower back and soon you are back, flat on the floor, face down. More alarming though is, the fact that your soles (both bare and booted one) are upturned and that she is facing them. Struggle as you might, you can't get up, she is too strong and heavy.
Then you feel, what you've been dreading all the time, she grabs the ankle of your soleless boot and pulls it towards her. Her grip is strong, you can't pull your foot free. As you brace yourself for the inevitable, you feel a soft breeze on your toes, as she blows on them. Even that feels tickly and you wiggle your toes in anticipation. You hear her amused giggle and curse yourself for being so weak. It's just tickling you try to tell yourself, but it doesn't help much, panic is setting in.
"Usually I have to search far and wide, to get myself a prize like you. Your heel is just begging to be touched, those wiggling toes are made to draw attention and tease, especially with that sexy toenail color, but the wrinkly sole just make my mouth water. I'm gonna enjoy our time together, so very much." Obviously she has a huge fetish and nothing you can say can make her leave your feet alone. Still you are trying hard to find some way to reason with her. Promise her wealth, promise her glory, promise to find other women to take your place. That las one might actually work, but before you can develop that idea, she speaks again: "you fought well, even if not too long", she says, "you are a good warrior. My victory over you is a glorious one. All great victories deserve great feasts. Fortunately these huge delicious soles of yours, are going to provide a feast to remember".
With those words she grips your bare soled foot even more tightly and pulls is slightly more towards herself then stops. Though nothing is happening, you can't stand the anticipation any more, all thoughts and plans vanish from your mind, as the memory of your recent foot treatment returns to you. You start giggling preemptively and once more desperately try to pull your exposed foot free. Then, obviously waiting for your nerves to betray you, she begins, as you feel hot wet tongue land on your heel, covering it almost whole, and start its agonizingly slow ascent up your bare sole. As it travels toward your arch, the skin of your sole becomes taught behind the tongue, while the wrinkles are pushed and bunch up in front of it, until the tongue reaches the ball of your sole and wrinkles are passed over and released to return and spread out all over the arch and sole Mean while the tongue licks hard at your toes, then the process is repeated again, slowly, thoroughly, lovingly. Fortunately for you, you're not able to see entranced look in her eyes and concentration on your arch, or you'd know she's not stopping any time soon.
Whenever her tongue reaches your arch, your laughter goes up a notch, only to go back down as she gets to the toes. She seems to like this and starts concentrating on that area more, mixing in quick licks with the tip of her tongue, between slow long ones. This keeps you unable to even slightly adjust to the feelings invading the bottom of your foot and makes your laugh even harder. Soon you are becoming exhausted from all the laughter and what's left of your sanity is welcoming the possibility of passing out with the lack of oxygen. She, however, seems to sense this and changes tactics. Now she is sticking her tongue between the helpless toes and stimulating sensitive nerve endings, or licking and kissing the heel with occasional lick of the center of your sole, just to keep you laughing hard, when your laughter begins to die down a bit. She seems to be in the mood for a long day of foot fun
Chapter 25: No rest for the weary
After ten more minutes of relentless foot licking, she pauses. You still giggle helplessly for a few minutes before tickly feeling leave your foot and you're finally able to be quiet.She is still sitting on your lower back staring at your wrinkly sole, but what is she thinking about, you wonder. Several minutes pass and you begin to relax, hoping that the session is over and that she'll leave you alone, at least for the time being.
Then she gets up, but she does not let go of your leg. Her grip is strong as steel and you, in your exhausted state, abandon any thought of escape. Moments later you feel her removing your boots, lying on the floor, on her left side with her left hand propping her head and your bare feet crossed at the ankles and held in a leg lock between her muscular thighs. You try to pull your legs free, but she is way to strong. Agonizing seconds pass, but nothing happens. You've recovered slightly from the earlier ordeal, but knowing what's coming next, and that you're helpless to stop it, you once again become nervous with anticipation, and just wish she'd get it over with.
Meanwhile, she is just lying there taking in the sight of two beautiful big sensitive soles in front her, trying to hold herself from touching them as long as possible, to both tease you and her own lust. She has tickled hundreds of women over the years, some with long narrow feet and long toes, some with tiny feet, some with wide meaty soles and short pudgy toes, but rarely has she seen a pair of such big feet with perfectly proportioned toes, and toenails painted in such a sexy way.
After several more long tense moments, finally she begins, poking the center of your right foot with a single finger nail.
Chapter 26: Real tickling begins
Her fingernail feels sharp, but gentle against your skin, just sharp enough to tickle maddeningly, but just gentle enough not to damage your skin. She obviously takes good care of her fingernails, to make them the brutally efficiently tickle tools. As the tickling begins, you scrunch your toes and wrinkle your sole again and she uses the opportunity to trace the wrinkles, lovingly. Again, a steady stream of giggles erupts from you, with an occasional squeal, when she touches an especially sweet spot. Your wrinkled soles and helpless giggles, turn her on even more and she goes in with all five fingers, unable to resist her urges any longer. Her fingers wriggle on your heel then go upwards over the arch, where they stay until you stretch out your foot, making the skin taught an inviting her to continue over the ball of your foot and towards the toes. When her fingers reach your toes and start attacking their undersides you scrunch your foot again, and she uses the chance to once again enjoy exploring the wrinkles on her way down towards the heel. Your laughter grows and turns into screams every time your arch is targeted, but soon you are sapped of all your energy again and your laughter slowly dies down and turns into silent guffaws. Any attempt to wriggle your foot away is met by a steel grip of her legs.
After about fifteen minutes of this treatment you fall limp as a rag doll and your foot movement turns into occasional twitches. Disappointed that the wrinkles are hidden from her and not wanting you to pass out just yet, she decides to give you a little time to recover, while she takes you down into her basement. What horrors await in there, you're about to find out as she stands up and starts to lift you and put you over her shoulder.
Chapter 27: A chance presents itself
She starts walking towards the trap door with you thrown over her shoulder, like a sack, your upper body hanging over her back. But then you catch a lucky break: as she playfully pokes the sole of your foot, you bend your knee reflexively and your heel connects with her chin. She tumbles down, face first and you find yourself lying with your back to the floor. Her head is on your stomach, but she is not moving. Slowly and carefully you pull yourself away from her and up on your feet. She is still lying motionless, so you decide to make a run for it. You pull your boots on and fix the ripped boot sole with a tape that she used earlier and run out of the cabin as fast as your legs will carry you.
You determine the direction you need to take to get back to the coast and you run, run like the crazy she orc tickler with a huge foot fetish and lust for your ticklish wrinkly soles, is after you. After some time and few short pauses to catch your breath, you make it to the coast and to your camp. Rather then to wait for the orc to come after you, you decide to pack your things, everything you can carry, but that won't slow you down and go through the grasslands. The orc has clear advantage in the woods, and maybe she knows grasslands as well, but it's your only hope of trying to evade her. You leave your mangled boots behind and put on those you wore aboard the ship and start on your way. You had to leave your tent and much of the supplies, but your sleeping bag, some food and water are all you dare take, knowing that your pursuer is not gonna give up the chase easily and that your best hope is speed.
After several hours of walking through the tall grass, that makes you impossible to spot from just a few feet away darkness comes and you reluctantly decide to stop. You are aware of the danger you're in, but you are physically exhausted from all the walking and running, not to mention the tickling. You have to sleep for a few hours, even if an army of tickler orcs is on your heels.
Chapter 28: You get a visitor
Just moments after crawling into your sleeping bag, you fall into a deep asleep. As your breading becomes deeper, a shadow steps out of the grass near by. It waits for a minute to see if you're really asleep and then approaches you slowly and soundlessly.
Chapter 29: So much about trying to escape
The she-orc approaches your sleeping form with a wicked smile on her face. She kneels next to your head and presses a rag, soaked into something, to your face. After a few seconds of breathing in the chemical, you fall even deeper into the sleep. She goes down to the foot of your sleeping bag and opens the zipper from that side. Her smile broadens as she sees your booted feet. Apparently you are so much afraid of tickling that, that you decided, you're going to sleep with your shoes on.
In a matter of seconds, your boots are removed and your pale defenseless soles are bared for her once more. She pulls out a stiff feather, out of her bag of supplies and sits in front of your soft feet. Slowly the feather kisses your left arch and starts moving along the sole towards the toes. Your foot flinches, but stays within the reach of your tormentor. She gets bolder and begins heavy merciless tickle torture of both of your soles, one wit the feather, the other with her fingers. Your feet move around a bit and you giggle in your sleep, but you don't wake up. An hour passes, then another one. Finally after three hours of relentless tickles she licks both of your delicious soles one last time, puts your boots back on and closes your sleeping bag before disappearing back into the grass. She's gonna grab an hour or two of sleep, before she continues her chase. And what a fun chase it will be.
Soon you wake up, feeling somewhat refreshed, but with tingling sensation in your feet. All night you dreamed of being tickled, by a giant spider girl, whose cave you tried to rob, before she wrapped you in a silk cocoon, hung you upside down before tickling your feet and by some goblins who chased you down the streets of some strange city, threw some green stuff on you, which enveloped you and then ripped open your shoe and tickled your foot. And many other strange creatures, all fixated on your feet and all tickling you in various ways. Your mind is obviously so scared of the orc, that your sub-consciousness sees tickling everywhere, you conclude wisely.
After a quick meal, you decide to head out.
