Jason Marx sat in his car. Across the street was a highrise office building. In the window near the top, in what was undoubtedly a luxury office, he watched the silhouette of the woman who had ruined his life.
Jason was a smuggler, a bounty hunter, a wrestler and a spy. He was a jack of all trades really. His slightly muscular but slender build, and boyish features betrayed none of those professions, but that often worked to his advantage, made people underestimate him. But this time, he had underestimated someone else.
But that was before... before "she" ruined everything!
It all started a week ago when a client offered him the chance of a lifetime. Half a million in cash, an all expenses paid trip to South America, and a get out of jail free card of he were caught. And all for retrieving a single item.
He had never heard of the little village, nor of the civilization that once existed outside of it, but the villagers had all told him stories of it and its former inhabitants. And they all used the same term to describe it....
Cursed.
"Good" he had thought. "The only thing close to authorities and they're all afraid of the place".
He had convinced one of the villagers to take him to the edge of the ruins, but he would go no further, and on the way, the villager had tried again and again to talk him out of going. He had called it "the land of a thousand feathers". Jason could only think that the name referred to the unusually large birds he had noticed. They could be seen flying here and there and he had noticed their massive feathers everywhere.
It wasn't an easy journey to reach his destination. He had to move through scores of heavy brush and twice he got stuck in quicksand. Fortunately the trees were so numerous that he was never without something to grab onto and pull him self free when he started to sink. The only nuisance was that his shoes came loose when he pulled him self out. At first he was nervous about sticks or thorns on the ground, but he never encountered any, the whole surface of the forrest had a "fuzzy" character and actually felt nice on his bare feet. the trees them selves were strange. The tremendous heat had convinced him to remove his shirt and whenever his bare skin made contact with the tree leaves or branches, they felt like fingers gently caressing him. When he would have expected them to feel like thorns. The gentile sensation of he trees was a welcome realization and it made his already easy journey that much easier. The only thing he could say about the density and feel of the trees was that he was glad he wasn't ticklish!
When he reached it he could hardly believe what he saw.
A giant pyramid in the middle of nowhere. It was easy enough to scale and he found a convent hole in one of the sections that allowed access to the interior. From there he had to crawl through a tight narrow crawlspace to the burial chamber. At first he felt a little claustrophobic but he pushed the feeling aside. Jason did not allow fear or weakness to get the better of him. It made him the best at what he did in all of his many professions.
It was a long crawl to the chamber, but once he reached it he realized just how massive it was. All around, the room was adorned with feathers, the same giant feathers he had seen in the village. Suddenly he saw it, the medallion. It was much smaller than he had imagined. "Two million for this?" he thought, and when he picked it up, he was shocked at what he felt. It was clearly made of solid gold, but it felt like an actual feather! Mabey the odd nature of the medallion had something to do with its value.
He put on he medallion and headed back toward the crawlspace where he had come In, but on his way he caught a glimpse of a large black box in the middle of the chamber, it looked lime a sarcophagus. He couldn't read the writing on it, but he could clearly see the immage on the top. It was a person laying on his back with his arms up over his head and his feet apart. Little creatures were depicted scratching around his stomach, sides, armpits and feet, they poked his ribs and his belly button and pinched his nipples... Wait, they weren't scratching, they were tickling!
He wanted to scoff and laugh at such a lame torture, but instead a sense of dread started to come over him, and the more he stared at it, the more he became aware of a lump forming in his throat. He let out a nervous *gulp*.
"wait", he thought "you're being ridiculous!" Jason had a high tolerance for pain and was absolutely not ticklish! His brothers and sisters even used to get mad at him for tickling them because it wasn't for that they couldn't get him back.
But the more he stared at the immage, the more dreadful he started to find it.
After a few minutes, he thought the wisest thing to do was move on.
He lifted him self up to the crawl space, but was shocked to find it full of little creatures skittering all throughout it. Were those insects? No, upon closer examination they were tiny little furry creatures. He had never seen or heard of anything like them. A squirrel was the closest think he could linen them to.
He shrugged "oh well" he thought, "maybe I stirred up a nest on my way in or something." He willed him self forward to start his long crawl.
For the first while, he only felt the occasional creature on his skin, but when he did, it was one of the furriest, fuzziest sensations he had ever felt. By the time he was a quarter of the way through he could feel at least two dozen of them crawling up and down his back, his legs and his....... His feet!
They scurried up and down the soles of his feet and around his toes, for a little while it merely felt strange but an unusual feeling was starting to accompany the creatures movements along his feet. A few feet more and the sensation had turned into a tingling sensation, a sensation that was starting to annoy him!
At the half way point the tingling was downright intense, the scurrying little fluffballs brushed up and down against his poor soles, the balls of his bare feet and finally, back and forth against the undersides of his toes.
That was the last straw!
He tensed up and took a deep breath to shout in anger at the little creatures....
What came out was....
"kkkkkkhehehehehehehehehehe"
One of the reasons that he had always been grateful not to be ticklish was his laugh. It was an un dignified giggle and right now, he couldn't hold it back!
Suddenly he became aware of two things. First, he was midway through this crawl space, the only way out was through.
The second made him start to panic. He became aware that he was in a sea of these little creatures all rung back and forth. There were hundreds of them now, and as they stampeded around him, they brushed up and down his armpits, along his sides and ribs, along his belly and even his belly button. They skittered up and down his back and neck, up and down his legs, behind his knees, all over his feet and along his toes and they had even gotten into his shorts and were scurrying around his thighs and where his thighs met his groin. And the feeling that they were causing all over his body was beginning to get to him.
His body was naturally hairless which meant direct contact between his skin and the brushy little creatures.
He felt the tingling become something more annoying, and then something slightly unbearable. And as he crawled, the unbearableness only got worse and worse.
With about a quarter of the way to go, he finally admitted to him self his feet, legs, stomach, sides, ribs, armpits, back and neck were being tickled to the point where he could hardly stand it, and he let out another undignified:
"KHHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAPIT!"
He couldn't believe it, he was actually begging, and to make matters worse, the creatures he was begging didn't even know or care that their efforts were now torturing him! The tickling sensations finally overcame him and he tried curling up in a ball.
"KEEHEHEHEHEHEEH STOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEHEHESE!"
He pulled his arms down and hugged him self, brought his knees in and tried to cover one foot with the other, but this only made the one covering the other helpless so he went back and forth covering one and then the other.
He managed to protect him self from the tickling to a certain degree, but not enough to stop his giggles. He had to get out of this, and the only way out was through.
Summoning up all his willpower, he plowed forward toward the literal light at the end of the tunnel.
He hated the whole experience.
In order to crawl he had to reach forward, rendering his armpits helpless, which meant that moving forward forced him to subject his armpits to tickle torture; one, after the other and then the other all the way out of the space.
Meanwhile, his feet had to push forward, leaving his souls and arches stretched out and vulnerable with every step. The maddening tickle torture inspired him to crawl quickly so as not to leave a tickle spot helpless for more than an instant. All the while he giggled and begged.
"Kehehehehehe no! no! getoffmy fehehehet! Ahhh! Not my pits! noahahahah!"
This went on for a painfully long time until finally he was out.
He ran a little distance away from the space, and as soon as he was sure there were no more around, he collapsed into giggle fits on the ground.
He brushed the remaining little creatures off of his armpits and belly as best he could. He shook them off his back and his neck, and as a final relief, he brushed them off of his feet!
Tickle exhausted, Jason laid there breathing heavily and completely perplexed.
How was he ticklish all of a sudden?
"It's this place!" he thought. "It's the curse that the villagers talked about!"
the thought both made him panic and gave him hope. The jungle was full of tickling instruments, he remembered; but it wasn't far to the village. He could make it, and then he would be safe!
He got up and ran. He ran as fast as he could toward the edge of the forest.
As he made his way full speed, he realized that he was giggling.
He stopped.
"hehehehe, what's hapahahahnihihihihihg?"
And then he remembered; the fuzzy surface of the jungle.
"Oh god" he said out loud. "oh man, I don't know if my feet can take it, but I HAVE to escape!"
he toughened up and continued running. the tickling sensation was milder than the furry creatures and so he decided he would just giggle all the way back, which he did, until the fuzzy sensation turned into a weird sloshing.
"Oh no! No! Please no!"
He looked down and saw that he was sinking in the quicksand.
He was sinking fast too, in a rush he looked for a branch to grab onto and immediately found one. He was about to reach out for it when he saw what was around it, a string of low hanging branches with leaves all around. Some of them branched off into twigs that looked like fingers, and they blew back and forth in the breeze.
"Nooooooo!" he whined, realizing that, in order to grab the branch and pull him self to safety, he would have to subject his armpits and sides to the tickling of the branches around him!
Carefully, he tried to inch forward so as to grab the branch without stretching his arms out. He thought he might be able to, given enough time, but the all his hopes were dashed...
Something grabbed onto his ankles from under the quicksand and started playing with his feet!
"GEEEEEEEH! STAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAP!!!!!!" He screamed!
It was worse than any tickling he'd ever felt! Whatever it was pinched and poked his soles, wiggled his toes and started sliding in between them!
He shrieked like a little girl
"NAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAA, NOPLEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Without any hesitation he reached out to the branch in front of him, opening up his upper torso to the cruel branches blowing in the breeze.
They lightly scratched against his stretched out pits, and along his ribs ad sides.
"NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!" He whined out in a tortured groan!
The tickling on his feet was the worst, it was driving him crazy, the slithering up and down the soles to the balls of his feet down to his heels, the poking and pinching of the balls of his feet and each toe one by one, and the feeling in between his toes was worse than any torture he had experienced before. He couldn't take another second of it. He was in silent laughter and couldn't catch his breath, if he didn't escape soon, he knew he would pass out, and he did not want to wake up to whatever was under the quicksand.
With the little branches lightly scraping along his pits and sides, he pulled with more strength than he thought he had, it was the strength that only desperation an give you, and after what felt like an eternity of tickle all over his feet, sides and armpits, he crawled out.
He laid there, hyperventilating. he couldn't think about the rest of the journey, right now, he was free of tickle torture, and he wanted to stay that way for as long as he could, before he finished what now seemed to him to be a very long journey back to the village.
(Don't miss the exciting continuation in Chapter 2!)
Jason was a smuggler, a bounty hunter, a wrestler and a spy. He was a jack of all trades really. His slightly muscular but slender build, and boyish features betrayed none of those professions, but that often worked to his advantage, made people underestimate him. But this time, he had underestimated someone else.
But that was before... before "she" ruined everything!
It all started a week ago when a client offered him the chance of a lifetime. Half a million in cash, an all expenses paid trip to South America, and a get out of jail free card of he were caught. And all for retrieving a single item.
He had never heard of the little village, nor of the civilization that once existed outside of it, but the villagers had all told him stories of it and its former inhabitants. And they all used the same term to describe it....
Cursed.
"Good" he had thought. "The only thing close to authorities and they're all afraid of the place".
He had convinced one of the villagers to take him to the edge of the ruins, but he would go no further, and on the way, the villager had tried again and again to talk him out of going. He had called it "the land of a thousand feathers". Jason could only think that the name referred to the unusually large birds he had noticed. They could be seen flying here and there and he had noticed their massive feathers everywhere.
It wasn't an easy journey to reach his destination. He had to move through scores of heavy brush and twice he got stuck in quicksand. Fortunately the trees were so numerous that he was never without something to grab onto and pull him self free when he started to sink. The only nuisance was that his shoes came loose when he pulled him self out. At first he was nervous about sticks or thorns on the ground, but he never encountered any, the whole surface of the forrest had a "fuzzy" character and actually felt nice on his bare feet. the trees them selves were strange. The tremendous heat had convinced him to remove his shirt and whenever his bare skin made contact with the tree leaves or branches, they felt like fingers gently caressing him. When he would have expected them to feel like thorns. The gentile sensation of he trees was a welcome realization and it made his already easy journey that much easier. The only thing he could say about the density and feel of the trees was that he was glad he wasn't ticklish!
When he reached it he could hardly believe what he saw.
A giant pyramid in the middle of nowhere. It was easy enough to scale and he found a convent hole in one of the sections that allowed access to the interior. From there he had to crawl through a tight narrow crawlspace to the burial chamber. At first he felt a little claustrophobic but he pushed the feeling aside. Jason did not allow fear or weakness to get the better of him. It made him the best at what he did in all of his many professions.
It was a long crawl to the chamber, but once he reached it he realized just how massive it was. All around, the room was adorned with feathers, the same giant feathers he had seen in the village. Suddenly he saw it, the medallion. It was much smaller than he had imagined. "Two million for this?" he thought, and when he picked it up, he was shocked at what he felt. It was clearly made of solid gold, but it felt like an actual feather! Mabey the odd nature of the medallion had something to do with its value.
He put on he medallion and headed back toward the crawlspace where he had come In, but on his way he caught a glimpse of a large black box in the middle of the chamber, it looked lime a sarcophagus. He couldn't read the writing on it, but he could clearly see the immage on the top. It was a person laying on his back with his arms up over his head and his feet apart. Little creatures were depicted scratching around his stomach, sides, armpits and feet, they poked his ribs and his belly button and pinched his nipples... Wait, they weren't scratching, they were tickling!
He wanted to scoff and laugh at such a lame torture, but instead a sense of dread started to come over him, and the more he stared at it, the more he became aware of a lump forming in his throat. He let out a nervous *gulp*.
"wait", he thought "you're being ridiculous!" Jason had a high tolerance for pain and was absolutely not ticklish! His brothers and sisters even used to get mad at him for tickling them because it wasn't for that they couldn't get him back.
But the more he stared at the immage, the more dreadful he started to find it.
After a few minutes, he thought the wisest thing to do was move on.
He lifted him self up to the crawl space, but was shocked to find it full of little creatures skittering all throughout it. Were those insects? No, upon closer examination they were tiny little furry creatures. He had never seen or heard of anything like them. A squirrel was the closest think he could linen them to.
He shrugged "oh well" he thought, "maybe I stirred up a nest on my way in or something." He willed him self forward to start his long crawl.
For the first while, he only felt the occasional creature on his skin, but when he did, it was one of the furriest, fuzziest sensations he had ever felt. By the time he was a quarter of the way through he could feel at least two dozen of them crawling up and down his back, his legs and his....... His feet!
They scurried up and down the soles of his feet and around his toes, for a little while it merely felt strange but an unusual feeling was starting to accompany the creatures movements along his feet. A few feet more and the sensation had turned into a tingling sensation, a sensation that was starting to annoy him!
At the half way point the tingling was downright intense, the scurrying little fluffballs brushed up and down against his poor soles, the balls of his bare feet and finally, back and forth against the undersides of his toes.
That was the last straw!
He tensed up and took a deep breath to shout in anger at the little creatures....
What came out was....
"kkkkkkhehehehehehehehehehe"
One of the reasons that he had always been grateful not to be ticklish was his laugh. It was an un dignified giggle and right now, he couldn't hold it back!
Suddenly he became aware of two things. First, he was midway through this crawl space, the only way out was through.
The second made him start to panic. He became aware that he was in a sea of these little creatures all rung back and forth. There were hundreds of them now, and as they stampeded around him, they brushed up and down his armpits, along his sides and ribs, along his belly and even his belly button. They skittered up and down his back and neck, up and down his legs, behind his knees, all over his feet and along his toes and they had even gotten into his shorts and were scurrying around his thighs and where his thighs met his groin. And the feeling that they were causing all over his body was beginning to get to him.
His body was naturally hairless which meant direct contact between his skin and the brushy little creatures.
He felt the tingling become something more annoying, and then something slightly unbearable. And as he crawled, the unbearableness only got worse and worse.
With about a quarter of the way to go, he finally admitted to him self his feet, legs, stomach, sides, ribs, armpits, back and neck were being tickled to the point where he could hardly stand it, and he let out another undignified:
"KHHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAPIT!"
He couldn't believe it, he was actually begging, and to make matters worse, the creatures he was begging didn't even know or care that their efforts were now torturing him! The tickling sensations finally overcame him and he tried curling up in a ball.
"KEEHEHEHEHEHEEH STOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEHEHESE!"
He pulled his arms down and hugged him self, brought his knees in and tried to cover one foot with the other, but this only made the one covering the other helpless so he went back and forth covering one and then the other.
He managed to protect him self from the tickling to a certain degree, but not enough to stop his giggles. He had to get out of this, and the only way out was through.
Summoning up all his willpower, he plowed forward toward the literal light at the end of the tunnel.
He hated the whole experience.
In order to crawl he had to reach forward, rendering his armpits helpless, which meant that moving forward forced him to subject his armpits to tickle torture; one, after the other and then the other all the way out of the space.
Meanwhile, his feet had to push forward, leaving his souls and arches stretched out and vulnerable with every step. The maddening tickle torture inspired him to crawl quickly so as not to leave a tickle spot helpless for more than an instant. All the while he giggled and begged.
"Kehehehehehe no! no! getoffmy fehehehet! Ahhh! Not my pits! noahahahah!"
This went on for a painfully long time until finally he was out.
He ran a little distance away from the space, and as soon as he was sure there were no more around, he collapsed into giggle fits on the ground.
He brushed the remaining little creatures off of his armpits and belly as best he could. He shook them off his back and his neck, and as a final relief, he brushed them off of his feet!
Tickle exhausted, Jason laid there breathing heavily and completely perplexed.
How was he ticklish all of a sudden?
"It's this place!" he thought. "It's the curse that the villagers talked about!"
the thought both made him panic and gave him hope. The jungle was full of tickling instruments, he remembered; but it wasn't far to the village. He could make it, and then he would be safe!
He got up and ran. He ran as fast as he could toward the edge of the forest.
As he made his way full speed, he realized that he was giggling.
He stopped.
"hehehehe, what's hapahahahnihihihihihg?"
And then he remembered; the fuzzy surface of the jungle.
"Oh god" he said out loud. "oh man, I don't know if my feet can take it, but I HAVE to escape!"
he toughened up and continued running. the tickling sensation was milder than the furry creatures and so he decided he would just giggle all the way back, which he did, until the fuzzy sensation turned into a weird sloshing.
"Oh no! No! Please no!"
He looked down and saw that he was sinking in the quicksand.
He was sinking fast too, in a rush he looked for a branch to grab onto and immediately found one. He was about to reach out for it when he saw what was around it, a string of low hanging branches with leaves all around. Some of them branched off into twigs that looked like fingers, and they blew back and forth in the breeze.
"Nooooooo!" he whined, realizing that, in order to grab the branch and pull him self to safety, he would have to subject his armpits and sides to the tickling of the branches around him!
Carefully, he tried to inch forward so as to grab the branch without stretching his arms out. He thought he might be able to, given enough time, but the all his hopes were dashed...
Something grabbed onto his ankles from under the quicksand and started playing with his feet!
"GEEEEEEEH! STAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAP!!!!!!" He screamed!
It was worse than any tickling he'd ever felt! Whatever it was pinched and poked his soles, wiggled his toes and started sliding in between them!
He shrieked like a little girl
"NAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAA, NOPLEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Without any hesitation he reached out to the branch in front of him, opening up his upper torso to the cruel branches blowing in the breeze.
They lightly scratched against his stretched out pits, and along his ribs ad sides.
"NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!" He whined out in a tortured groan!
The tickling on his feet was the worst, it was driving him crazy, the slithering up and down the soles to the balls of his feet down to his heels, the poking and pinching of the balls of his feet and each toe one by one, and the feeling in between his toes was worse than any torture he had experienced before. He couldn't take another second of it. He was in silent laughter and couldn't catch his breath, if he didn't escape soon, he knew he would pass out, and he did not want to wake up to whatever was under the quicksand.
With the little branches lightly scraping along his pits and sides, he pulled with more strength than he thought he had, it was the strength that only desperation an give you, and after what felt like an eternity of tickle all over his feet, sides and armpits, he crawled out.
He laid there, hyperventilating. he couldn't think about the rest of the journey, right now, he was free of tickle torture, and he wanted to stay that way for as long as he could, before he finished what now seemed to him to be a very long journey back to the village.
(Don't miss the exciting continuation in Chapter 2!)
