Star Wars TK: Ahsoka V - Maid to Tickle F/F

Star Wars TK: Ahsoka V

(This takes place at an indeterminate time during the Clone Wars.)

Star Wars TK: Maid to Laugh

O-O-O

The Clone Wars was an incredibly dangerous time, and in such times of strife, Padme Amidala sometimes found that the most dangerous foes were often those you had comfortably designated as allies, or those who could not possibly be a threat. The Separatists were an obvious foe, with their remorseless murder droids, but Padme found herself mistrusting more and more in the Galactic Senate, as so many Senators seemed more preoccupied with their own interests and their own agendas than the fate of the galaxy. It disgusted Padme how many politicians seemed to be more concerned with the Supreme Chancellor’s favour than the livelihood of their own people.

Senator Clarana Fontari of Kabal was determinedly not in this category, but that was not a good thing. Kabal was an Outer Rim planet in the Mayagil sector, on the Sharlissian Trade Corridor, and although at least on the surface it supported the Republic, Padme was dubious. Their talk in several Senate debates had been defeatist, and she found their lack of faith disturbing. They had recently suffered food shortages which lead to riots, and Padme always had a bad feeling about them that they blamed the Republic for their misfortunes. Having secret Separatist sympathies was one thing, but betraying the Republic was another, and Padme had a strong suspicion that Senator Fontari was in the latter camp. She had created the pretence of a diplomatic mission over some excuse about trade relations between Kabal and Naboo.

“We are honoured by your reception, Senator Fontari,” Padme said, bowing her head low, as she was escorted into the Kabal Palace by a platoon of royal guardsman and a handful of handmaidens. At Padme’s side was the Jedi Ahsoka Tano, dressed in the garb of a Naboo servant, who was visibly there to serve Padme, but in reality was there to investigate the allegiance of Senator Clarana Fontario and Kabal.

“There is no need for such formality, Senator. We are merely women here. You may call me Clarana. Shall we continue our conversation in my quarters? Today is actually my scheduled beautician’s appointment, and I would be pleased to have you join me,” Senator Clarana said, with a thin smile. Padme was not surprised by this, as Clarana looked the part of a diva with her surgically-perfect features, flawless skin and fingernails and gorgeous figure in an elegantly-cut black dress that accentuated her curves nicely. Padme remembered the disturbing statistics of how many citizens of Kabal were impoverished, and found herself disliking this pampered Senator immediately. Padme wondered if she was being a hypocritical, considering the elegant garb she had chosen for this event – her hair was in a graceful ponytail as she donned a backless purple dress that reached her ankles. No, Padme decided. Needing to look respectable was one thing, but what this woman did stank of an abuse of power. Even so, Padme knew she should play nice for now.

“I appreciate the hospitality, Senator Clarana.”

“Take a seat, Senator Padme, if you will permit me to call you that. We have some of the finest masseuses in the galaxy,” Clarana nodded, as she sat in a plush reclining seat, and instructed her serving girls to undo her high-heels sandals to reveal a breathtakingly perfect pair of pale feet. Padme couldn’t detect a single imperfection on those tootsies, and she could only wonder how many credits had gone into that, as she settled into the comfortable massaging chair. She caught Ahsoka’s eye, and subtly jabbed her head to the side, a gesture that meant Ahsoka should commence her investigations.

“Would you like to remove your nylons, Ma’am?” one of the masseuses asked politely.

“I prefer to keep them on, thank you,” Padme said, shaking her head as she tried to keep her voice from quavering. “So Senator, how do you feel about the Chancellor’s latest policy?” she said, trying to make small talk. She felt the masseuse’s warm hands slide over her the soft soles of her feet, occasionally brushing along ticklish spots. She never let the ticklishness reach her lips though, of course.

Laughing at this Senator just would not do at all.

O-O-O

It had been about an hour, as Padme did her best impersonation of a concerned diplomat as she and Senator Clanara discussed politics and trade, but she knew her charade was up the second a guard came and whispered something frantic into Clarana’s ear.

“Oh, is that so? Wheel her in.”

The way she said ‘wheel her in’ sent shivers down Padme’s spine, and she soon saw that such fears were well justified. Padme saw a group of serving girls lead in Ahsoka who appeared to be bound to some kind of levitating stretcher that could be easily manipulated by movement. Ahsoka had a gag in her mouth, as well as a device around her neck which Padme recognized a Force-inhibitor. She got caught… Padme thought, as she felt a sick churning in her stomach as she realized she was stepping on very thin ice right now.

“I am very confused, Senator Padme, to discover your handmaiden snooping around my database,” Clarana said, as she snapped her fingers and a bound and gagged Ahsoka was brought in. “Now what am I to make of that? Is your handmaiden so rambunctious? We wouldn’t assume an esteemed Senator such as yourself would possibly commit such… espionage, so we must assume this little handmaid is acting on her own accord. And in Kabal, this is how we discipline our workers.”

The gentle touch upon Padme’s tender soles suddenly took on sinister implications as Padme watched Ahsoka squeal with high-pitched laughter as she was ‘disciplined’ by the gaggle of serving-girls. The massaging fingers upon her immaculate feet now felt positively ominous as Ahsoka twisted and spluttered with cackling laughter as she was poked and prodded all over her body by the hand-maidens.

“Not that I don’t respect Naboo’s… methods of training,” Clarana said, her tone indicating the opposite. “But I am the mistress of this household, so I hope you will permit me to handle things under my own roof,” Clarana leaned forward, and spoke softly. “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

Padme stifled a gulp, as she looked around at the guards with blaster rifles at their hips. “Not at all.”

Clarana leaned back into her plushy chair. “I did not ask you to stop!” she barked suddenly, at the masseuse who was tending to her milky-white feet. “But yes, I thank you for your permission, Senator. Proceed!”

Padme could only mouth a silent apology as Ahsoka squealed into her gag again as the fingers began probing onto her body anew.

“One of our favourite methods is to condition the servant till obedience becomes second nature,” Clarana was saying, though Padme was only half-listening as she desperately tried to formulate a way to take off the Force nullifying-collar around Ahsoka’s neck. Padme grunted non-commitently as Clarana looked at her for a response.

“Perhaps a demonstration is in order, Senator, as I can see you look… dubious.” Dubious was not the word to describe Padme’s pained, conflicted expression as she saw Clarana stand up, slide her feet into her high-heeled sandals and stroll over to the bound Ahsoka, gesturing at the girls to lift Ahsoka’s nylon-clad soles to her face level.

“Senator, I must protest-”

“No need to get up, Senator, and I told you, please call me Clarana,” Clarana said, in a tone that broke no disagreement. “Sit back, and watch,” she said, as she traced her finely maintained nails down Ahsoka’s smooth soles in one rapid motion, noticing how to the toes immediately scrunched together.

“A very common reaction is to scrunch your toes,” Clarana said, as she nonchalantly scampered her nails up and down Ahsoka’s soles, tickling her with effortless strokes. “Many are frightfully ticklish in the gaps between there, so they want to hide their weakness by scrunching,” she said, as she tried poking at the flesh in between Ahsoka’s quivering toes, but Ahsoka’s toes remained clamped shut. “Yet with a bit of time, even such a reflex can be trained out of them.”

“Oh?” Padme said, trying to keep her composure as she noticed how red in the face Ahsoka was getting from the laughter – why did this keep happening?

“You look sceptical, Senator, allow me to show you a finished product,” Clarana said, pointing at a pair of serving-girls. The girls wore the white and black lacey uniform one commonly saw in palaces, and in a flash, both girls had stripped off their formal shoes and were dangling their stockinged soles in front of Padme’s face, and even the cool and collected Senator wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that.

“Tickle them,” Clarana said, and Padme, so unsure of what she could do, did. She quickly discovered that the girls were both astonishingly ticklish, and their skin felt very soft to the touch, which made Padme wonder sickeningly if Clarana made them undergo such ‘conditioning’ regularly. Their black nylons seemed to be amplifying their ticklishness too. The serving girl on the right, with the short blonde hair, had a breathy, whooping laughter that sounded like she was constantly hiccupping. The serving girl on the left, with the long black curls, was a cacophony of shrieks, squeaks and squeals. What both girls had in common was exceptionally ticklish feet, yet it seemed they were able to leave their feet in place on Padme’s lap as if they were chained to the spot. Their laughter rose in pitch and volume as Padme tickled harder (at Clarana’s insistent behest) but true to Clarana’s word, their twitching toes never curled down once. All the while Padme was tickling the two handmaidens, the massages to her own soles continued, though Padme found it impossible to relax when any moment the massage could take on a decidedly ticklish turn.

“Tickle them right in the toes, right where it’s bad,” Clarana said, her voice a little breathless. Padme felt like the poor girls had already had enough, but every moment she was tickling them was a moment Ahsoka could rest, so she pressed on, drilling her fingertips into the gaps between their curiously-immobile toes. The laughter shot up even more, till their melded together to form some kind of frantic chorus of mirth, but even as Padme scratched and wiggled her nails right along the devastatingly-ticklish undersides of the toes, they did not move. Still, the toes remained still as Padme’s fingers tormented those sensitive gaps. Padme couldn’t imagine keeping her toes in line if her own most ticklish spots were teased like this, and felt a chilling respect for these girls, as well as a bit of fear in what they must have been through to become so well-trained.

“I can see you’re enjoying yourself, Senator Padme. It’s quite a thrill, isn’t it?” Clarana said, waving a hand and the girls, visibly relieved, pulled their soles off Padme’s lap and back into their shoes. Within moments they were back in formation, though still a bit breathless from their ordeal.

“That was the finished product, now let me show you how to train your wilful servant…” Clarana said, as she wiggled her fingers an inch away from Ahsoka’s squirming soles. “I command you not to scrunch your feet, if you do…” Clarana snapped her fingers, and Ahsoka exploded with laughter as the cluster of servants around her suddenly dove in simultaneously, tickling her with a powerful ferocity at feet, sides, ribs, underarms, stomach and everywhere else they could get to with their questing fingers.

“Senator Clarana, there really is no need…”

“Let me finish. Now that you understand the stakes…” Clarana said, waving at the girls who immediately ceased their attacks. “Let’s begin…” she began just by using one finger on each sole, lightly scratching at the ball of the foot and the arch as Ahsoka desperately tried to resist the urge to flail her toes.

“You’re holding up well…” Clarana said, with a cold smile as she added more fingers to the mix, till she was now lightly flicking up and down Ahsoka’s soles with all ten of her fingers. Ahsoka was giggling uncontrollably now, and her toes twitched constantly, but they had yet to curl. Padme felt the masseuse who was still rubbing her feet accidentally brush across a ticklish spot, and shuddered as she realized this must be a tenth of what Ahsoka was feeling.

“ENOUGH!” Padme said, as she stood up, nudging aside the masseuse with her nyloned foot. “I really must put my foot down, Senator. I’ve seen enough.”

“As have I,” Clarana said. “You really think I didn’t know?”

Padme had a bad feeling about this, but there was always the chance the Senator of Kabal was just bluffing… probing to see if Padme would give herself away. “Didn’t know what?”

“Your Jedi friend here. And that you two are here to spy on me, simple as that. Well, I’ll be happy to clarify things for you,” Clarana said, as she beckoned to her guards, who aimed their blaster rifles at the Senator. “I intend to give you as big as dose as your little Jedi friend here, and then hand you over to Count Dooku.”

“The Senate will not stand for this. Do you expect to get away with this? The torturing and abduction of a Senator!”

“Torturing?” Clarana paused, as she put a finger on her lower lip. “I’m merely being a good host, and allowing you access to my personal spa. It’s not my fault if you happen to be a bit ticklish! Oh girls! Please give the Senator a bit more service. Give her a nice thorough, deep-tissue massage!” Padme felt herself being pushed back into the massage chair, only with the guards using hand-cuffs to bind her arms firmly above her head. The girls swarmed around her, and Padme could see that the two she had tickled earlier under Clarana’s orders seemed particularly eager for revenge, though she hadn’t even wanted to tickle them at all in the first place (well, maybe a little).

Padme immediately broke into peals of laughter as her ‘massage’ began. The fingers probed and stroked expertly, as Padme’s receptive and ticklish body quickly yielded ticklish ground. There were six of them, so Padme’s resistance faltered quickly under such a multiple-pronged attack to so many ticklish spots on her torso and legs.

“It is so nice to see you thrashing and giggling like this… the mighty Senator Padme Amidala… you have no idea how many badly I hated you for all the times you belittled us in the Senate. But guess what? The noble planet of Kabal is not standing for it any long. We are seceding to the Separatists, and you will be my welcome gift to Count Dooku.”

“Let’s move you to the dungeons so I can give you a proper welcome…

O-O-O

Padme barely remembered the past few hours as the handmaidens had tickled her senseless all over her body, as Clarana sat in the chair alongside her, tittering as she watched the show, while her own foot massage continued – a cruel juxtaposition of pleasure and ticklish suffering.

It had seemed Padme had spent a hazy-tickled filled eternity in that massage chair that had stopped being soothing and refreshing a long time ago, but now she was acutely aware the tickling had stopped, as she was shuffled off to the dungeons for the torment to begin in earnest. She had a dim awareness of time, it might have been four hours since she stepped foot on Kabal? Time was important, because Padme had not been foolish enough not to prepare a contingency plan, considering how poor her tickle-related luck seemed to be these days. It just seemed like she was constantly getting into this kind of stickysituation! Thus, she had come well-prepared with an auxiliary plan. She had contacted her Naboo captain of guard, and he knew to send the Naboo fleet to Kabal if he did not hear from her in six hours. As long as she wasn’t off-planet by then, she had faith in her troops to save her from her current predicament. She just had to hold out and keep Senator Clarana distracted till the cavalry could arrive.

Of course, exactly how Padme could distract Clarana was another matter entirely, as in her current bondage it seemed like all she could do was laugh her head off. They had kept her in her gorgeous purple dress, which meant she would at least look quite pretty when she was being tickled silly. Her arms were stretched high above her head in the metal stockade, and her feet, which were still clad in her pretty black nylons, were bound securely in the mechanical frame. All her toes on both of her feet were snagged, and not only were they restrained, but they were tightly held back. She could just barely close her toes, leaving her immaculate soles and the underside of her toes completely helpless. Padme wondered if Clarana was going to try to condition her to control her toes too.

Padme’s head snapped to the side as she heard the clacking of high heels echo across the sparse and featureless room.

“You know, the Count offered me a selection of Interrogation Droids. This new prototype called the TK unit. It’s off entertaining your Jedi friend next door. I’m tempted to sit back and enjoy watching it tickle you senseless,” Clarana said, as she walked alongside the bound Padme, poking her in the sides as she made her way to Padme’s soles, making the brunette gasp. “But it’s just too… impersonal. It’s far too impersonal for me, and I want delicious revenge on you, Senator. I will be salivating every second of this.”

Padme bit her lip as she felt fingernails began to tease the pale undersides of the toes of her right foot.

“Right in the toes… you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish there, would you, Senator?”

“That’s… nothing. You’re a lousy tickler, Clarana,” Padme said, trying to goad the Senator. It actually tickled quite terribly, but Padme wasn’t about to give Clarana the satisfaction – she was going to try to be defiant for as long as she could and put up a fight. She just had to hold out…

Clarana swore under her breath, and began scratching her fingers harder and harder into the sensitive flesh of Padme’s soles, but Padme refused to laugh. She gritted her teeth and balled into fists, which seemed to abate the tickling sensations somewhat.

“Come on, I know you’re ticklish, laugh!” Clarana yelled, as if by saying it aloud it could magically become true. Still, Padme persisted, though giggles occasionally spilled out of the corner of her mouth. Clarana’s technique and her manicured nails were actually disturbingly effective on Padme’s poor, ticklish, nylon-clad feet, but Padme still held on, somehow. Clarana was doing something she had never experienced before, as she teased Padme’s left foot by slowly running a single finger in a spontaneous pattern across her arches while the other hand was a hurricane of movement as it scratched at every inch of her right foot in a ferocious flurry of tickling. Dealing with two distinctly different styles of tickling was incredibly hard to adapt to, especially as Clarana would switch feet occasionally, so the right foot was being slowly tantalized while the left foot was brutalized, but Padme managed to keep her reactions under control. Had she been tickled so much recently that she had gotten used to it?

Padme could feel Clarana’s frustration. So she let loose a strategic laugh, and right when Clarana’s beautiful, well-sculpted face looked at her with a gleeful victory in her eyes, Padme spoke:

“It doesn’t tickle, I’m just laughing at you.”

“Argh!” Clarana cried, standing up violently and storming off towards the exit. “I’m coming back with tools,” she said, before adding forebodingly. “And I will make you scream for mercy.”

“Bring it on,” Padme said. Before sighing in relief as the door shut behind Clarana. She had survived the first round, but what would come next.

How was Ahsoka doing?

O-O-O

Ahsoka was not doing well.

She had never been tickled by the ruthless, impersonal touch of a droid before, and she definitely determined she did not like it within minutes. The pair of hovering, black orb-like TK units that were tormenting her were coldly precise as they pushed all her buttons. She was strapped to an X-frame that held her parallel to the ground, lying on her back and staring the white ceiling above her as the two droids wreaked havoc on her ticklish body. Ahsoka’s maid outfit had been stripped off, though her nylons remained as the droids seemed to have determined they would only amplify her ticklishness.

By craning her head, she could get a glimpse at the two black spheres who were the most diabolical ticklers she had ever encountered, but Ahsoka preferred not to watch them – there was nothing as acutely frustrating as being able to watch the torture but being utterly powerless to stop it. And wanting it to stop Ahsoka desperately did, as there was none of the playful tickling as the droids probed and prodded all over the various ticklish hotspots on her body.

The droids were equipped with a set of claws, which resembled hands with long, ceramic-alloy nails that tickled far more intensively than fingernails, as they seemed to vibrate and buzz about distractingly to enhance their scratchy, tickle-inducing touch. These claws were more limited than human hands, mainlypoking and stroking, as they seemed unable to calculate the dexterity required to squeeze or knead flesh, but that was a small consolation, as the droids seemed content to focus mainly on the spots where stroking and poking were most effective, namely the soles of Ahsoka’s feet and her sides.

The sides were at least in theory, semi-tolerable, as Ahsoka’s sides had never been a particular bad location for her. It was more annoying as a reflex, as each poke to her sides would make her spasm and jolt, and when both sides of her belly were poked in unison it would make her hips jump off the frame like she was riding a horse.

The feet on the other hand, were another matter entirely. Ahsoka’s toes her been looped back by some kind of cord-like material, so her entire sole lay taut and immobile, with her toes stretched back. She was grateful that she wouldn’t be undergoing the Kabal Senator’s ‘conditioning’ any further, but allowing the droids unfettered access to the heinously ticklish spaces between her toes was very, very bad. She was nicknamed Tickle Toes Tano for a reason, after all…

And the claws of the droids were so very good at tickling her there, almost as if their appendages had been designing solely to torment ticklish toes. With Ahsoka’s toes helpless to do anything more than quiver, it was pure Pazaak for the droids to focus their vibrating fingernails around every inch of those toes. The bases, under the toes, and even the tips of the toes all felt the fierce vibrations of those mechanical fingernails as Ahsoka roared with desperate laughter.

She remembered what Padme had said about it only being a matter of time. They would be rescued before long. They just had to persevere and hold out a little longer…

Of course, it was easier said than done, when you had nefarious implements of tickle torture sliding through the impossibly-ticklish gaps between your toes.

Ahsoka hoped Padme was holding up better.

O-O-O

Padme was still holding up, despite herself. Clarana’s face was stern and cruel, and the pair of feathers she brandished were crueller still, but Padme was still holding up. The feathers traced a devastating path up and down her nylon-clad soles, and sawing underneath her toes, but Padme still hadn’t broken yet. Padme was giggling – she was too ticklish on her stockinged feet to not laugh at all, but her laughter lacked the desperation that Clarana craved.

“You’re tough, Senator, I’ll give you that, but I will break you…” Clarana growled as she continued to twirl the feathers up and down Padme’s quivering soles, but Padme’s tinkling laughter still sounded mocking to her.

“Your mahahahassage tickled mohohohore than this!” Padme said, as tears of laughter welled into her eyes. It was a lie, of course, but she was rather enjoying being the provocateur and being so recalcitrant. Clarana was almost looking more haggard than she was, as she gritted her teeth and tried so hard to tickle Padme into helpless hysterics, but to no avail. Padme’s spirit was strong, and no amount of feathers could break that resolve.

“Why? You’re so ticklish, but why won’t you let me beat you?” Clarana snarled, after another fruitless attempt to make Padme break. She threw the feathers down in frustration as Padme panted for breath and began to formulate a suitably witty response.

“Maybe you just aren’t as good as you think you are,” Padme smiled cheekily. “By tickling me now, I will become more powerful than you could possibly imagine,” she said, not even sure what she was babbling about. If it confused Clarana, that was the most important thing.

“I’ve had enough of this,” Clarana shouted angrily, as she stood up and began making her way to the door. “Dooku can have you, you’re no fun at all.”

Padme felt a prickle of worry. She didn’t know if her reinforcements were here yet. If she was shipped off-world…

“What are you, a coward? Giving up already? You’re pathetic!”

With a howl of rage, Clarana tore into Padme’s soles again with her long fingernails, and after a few minutes Padme felt one set of fingernails leave her feet to wander up to torment the belly button. The combination was a grudgingly effective one, as Clarana teased Padme’s dainty left foot with one hand, and her belly button with the other. Clarana wasn’t oblivious to the effectiveness of the technique, so she quickly abandoned the nyloned feet altogether and went full force into the stomach with her long fingernails. The ribs and armpits were next, as the Senator of Kabal explored Padme’s torso. Padme’s laughter gave Clarana confidence, and the cruel little taunts and mockery came again, but all Padme could hear was the ticking of the clock as time trickled away.

There was a knock on the door right when Clarana was dipping a fingernail into Padme’s belly button.

“What the hell do you want? Don’t you see I’m busy?” Clarana said, as she opened the door and saw the guard waiting outside.

“W-we have an urgent message for you, Mistress Fontari,” the guard stuttered. “There is a fleet orbiting Kabal-“

“Is it Dooku? Patch him through.”

“It’s Naboo… and they’ve brought the Republic Fleet with them. There are Jedi starships too…”

Padme smiled. Anakin. She knew it had to be him. She knew he could never sit back in a situation like this. It was one of the things she most admired about him.

“I think you'd better release me, Senator. You’ve had your fun.”

Clarana glared at Padme and then glared at the guard.

“You played me, didn’t you?” she said, staring daggers at Padme. “Fine, release her!” she barked at the guard. “But this is not the end for me and you, Senator Padme Amidala. We will meet again, and I will break you. This is only the beginning…”

“This is only the beginning,” Padme agreed, with a nebulous smile. “Soon, the circle will be complete, and I’ll be showing you how to tickle.”

O-O-O