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Klittlar legends: Sigrun and gnomes m/f gnomes/f

paszkowt

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Klittlar legends: Sigrun and gnomes m/f gnomes/f

My first Kittlar story, explaining the background, is here:http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?292220-Kittlars-Introduction-m-f
To sum up. Kittlars are Vikinglike nation where tickling women is a religious rite. Therefore their legends are full of tickling. Here is one of them:

On a small farm in Kittland mountains there lived Sigrun and Ulf. They weren’t reach - a meager filed, a few goats and sheep, that all they had. Ulf was worried, that he cannot provide his wife with a life worth of her beauty. And she was really beautiful - long, golden braids, thick as man’s fist, clear, blue eyes, a merry, ruddy face with a upturned nose, high raised breasts, a slender waist and long, strong legs. When her husband tickled her for the gods’ and his pleasure her laughter rang like a mountain spring. And she was ticklish like no other woman. You poke her side or scratch a crooked finger under her armpit and she falls down laughing.

Ulf was very unhappy on those poor soil. He dreamed about a big, new house, a flock of sheep and his wife dressed in soft clothes and wearing jewels. At last he decided - he would go to the coast and join the crew of one of the longboats for a reaver raid. If the gods allow he would return a rich man. Gudrun was sad and even cried a little. To the time when her husband stripped her naked, put into a family stocks and made a tickle sacrifice to ensure a safe and prosperous journey. Then she was laughing loudly, especially that Ulf tried his best to ensure his luck. Howling with laughter and wiggling like an eel when her heels were scrubbed by a rough brush or when a soft, sable ink brush ran in circles under her smooth armpit, or when Ulfs fingers counted her ribs she thought it would be nice to have at least one slave girl to share such ticklish daily duties with her.

Next day Ulf went away and Sigrun stayed alone in the household. She missed her man, but she also felt peculiar. Peculiar, because she never was alone for so long and she didn’t know how it felt not to be tickled every single day. Not to laugh and writhe under male, ruthless fingers. It was also tough for her to do all the chores alone. Sometimes she sighed ‘Oh, it would be wonderful to get some help! But where from in this remote country?”

Meanwhile Ulf was having a great time. He felt homesick a bit, but soon the wonders of the wide world scattered the homesickness away. At once he enlisted on a big longship, which together with five others went to reave Venedian coast. On the ship, as the Kittlar custom went, were slave girls called “Ran’s daughters” who were tied on the bow and tickled constantly to ensure the good weather. The ship owner, Harald the Green, was a rich man, so there were eight of them and all pretty. Ulf didn't know himself which one he liked to tickle the most, when it was his shift. Redhead, freckled Helga, flaxen haired Venedian girl Svatoslava, black haired, swarthy Miriam from the south, blonde, big breasted Brigitte who was sold into slavery for her father debt, sad, small, long haired Katrin, plump Marit, Russian girl Katja, whos ruddy face resembled him vaguely of his wife, or the oldest one, proud Greek Dorothea. Each of them laughed, writhed and begged for mercy under his hands and each in a different way. Some crewmen had their favourites and they traded the shifts to tickle them longer, but he couldn’t decide. He also learn to row very easily and couldn’t wait to try his first fight.

Afew weeks passed. Sigrun was more and more tired and harder and harder was to her to keep everything tidy. Already she’d complained, speaking to the empty corners of the house, dreaming about some help. “He could tickle me everyday, if only he helped in the house and with the livestock”.
One day Sigrun woke up and discovered she is tied spreadeagled to the bed, like sometimes Ulf tied her to tickle her before sleep. She screamed in fear and then again in astonishment because on her bed a small, bearded man was standing, at the most two feet tall and smiled, very pleased with himself.
- Deal! - he said.
- What deal? - asked the puzzled woman.
- You wanted some help in exchange for tickling. My brothers and I decided to take the job.
It happens that we, gnomes, like to tickle mortal women. And we are not afraid of the hard work.
Sigrun raised her head a bit and indeed she saw a few of little men cleaning the house.
- I have to go to help my brothers. But I leave you a small surprise to entertain us while we are working.
He walked to Sigrun’s feet, produced from the thin air a large, stiff feather and planted it between her toes. Immediately it began sawing the delicate skin between her toes. The woman giggled and kicked, but the feather stayed firmly in place. Everything she could do was giggle and kuck her foot.
Pleased gnome joined his brothers. Accompanied by Sigrun’s laughter they cleaned the whole house. Then they all gathered around her. The feather returned to the owner and Sigrun could catch some breath. Little folk started their mysterious preparations. One group walked towards her armpits and plucked every hair thair, then put some mysterious oil on the skin. The others took care of the feet, removing the dead skin with their tiny knifes and also pampering the feet in the oil. Then the tickling began. Nothing that Sigrun went through in her life couldn’t be compared with a torment of little fingers running up and down her armpits, ribs, soles, stomach and thighs of the woman. She howled with laughter, squealed, screeched and screamed and the gnomes just kept tickling her. from time to time one or two of them were wandering under her night gown - from the top to tease her jiggling with laughter breasts, or from the bottom, to play in the blonde bush between her legs.
When they finished it was near dusk. She crawled out of the bed, walked on wobbly legs to the table, ate what was prepared for her, crawled back and fall dead asleep.
When she woke up, she wasn’t tied. She jumped to the door, to the yard and ran toward the gate. She opened it, ran and… was back in the yard. Not understanding she ran again… and again was in the yard. She jumped over the fence and.. landed on the same side. She was imprisoned in the household. When she returned inside the gnomes were already working. When she ate the breakfast she became drowsy, the fell asleep. She woke up naked, put into the stocks. One of the gnomes was pouring her feet with a salt water and the others were leading to her one of the goats. The animal beated, sniffed it’s mistress feet and started licking them. Sigrun burst into involuntary laughter, because the rasp goat tongue tickled her horribly. Begs and pleads didn’t help and the gnomes led all the sheep and goats one by one. The were milking and grooming them, the animals were licking Sigrun’s soles and she was going crazy with laughter. When she thought she could laugh no more and faint the gnomes burned a secret herb under her nose and she regained strength to laugh more and more. And so it went till the evening.
From that day Sigrun became a prisoner in her own home. The gnomes were tying her up in various ways, sometimes naked, sometimes only in the night gown and sometimes in her best clothes and tickled from dawn till dusk. Sometimes they invited guests - dwarves who tickled Sigrun with their beards and catched her laugh in leather sacks for their own, secret purposes, wood nymphs who tickled her almost to death with their long, skilled fingers or a troll from who’s hard fingers Sigrun’s ribs were hurting for a long time and who’s raspy tongue on her heels tickled even worse that the goat and sheep ones. The gnomes fulfilled their end of the bargain - the cottage was shiny clean and the sheep and goats were healthy, groomed and well fed.

Ulf’s longship and the four others finally reached the Venedian coast. The reavers landed a few miles away from a rich settlement and prepared the assault. All the women were put ashore, tied to the trees or the stakes driven in the ground and tickled all over for luck. Ulf was assigned to Dorothea. At once he put his hands on her weakest spot - the one just below the armpits - and tickled as hard as he could. Her laughter was melodic and pure, clearly recognizable among the others. He took that as a good omen. Then there was a draw of the boat guards. The chosen ones were complaining, but everybody knew they would pass the time tickling slave girls. The others formed the rank and moved toward the village. they were accompanied by a lot of female laughter, because the guards already had started the fun. Ulf thought he recognized Dorothea’s, which he again took for a good omen.
Kittlars were very lucky, because there was a fair in the village. The gates were opened, the defenders in a festive mood and already drunk and everywhere was a lot of money and trading goods. The fight was a quick one. Ulf distinguished himself because he was one of the first inside and, together with some others, he captured and held the gate.After that there was a lot of packing and binding the captives. There was no time to check the female ones sensitivity, so the Kittlars just took the prettiest ones and moved back to the ships.
Ulf bravery was recognized and rewarded. He got a lot of war spoils and besides one female slave, brown haired Venedian with a Christian name Dominika. With her too small breasts and too wide mouth she wasn’t a great beauty - that went for ship captains and helmsmen - but she was quite cute and very ticklish. because she wasn’t seasick she became one of the “Ran’s daughters” and at once became familiar with the biggest duty of a Kittlars’ slave. Even more than that, because the sailors, curious for the new girl, were designated her for a bow shift more often than they should. Her laughter, high and girlish, rang above the waves like a silver bell and the crew was discussing if it’s louder when a rough bristle scratches her heel or maybe when skilled fingers scribble the taunt skin of her outstretched armpits.

Back in the port Ulf changed all the spoils, except Dominika, into money and headed home. At the stops he performed the sacrifice with gusto, tickling his captive even late into the night. Once he even met other travellers and it ended up with a typical Kittlars’ feast, which central point was tickling a bound slave by guests drinking beer and mead. When the Kittlars finally drank themselves to sleep Dominika was barely alive from the ruthless tickling.
Finally Ulf returned home. Sigrun greeted him fondly. He praised his wife for the order in the household and she blushed. There was no end or talking. Sigrun glanced into the corners from time to time, but the gnomes weren’t seen anywhere.
Soon the spouses bought a new, bigger farm, hired some farmhands and the old one put into lease. A year later a tenant asked the masters for a permission to marry Dominika and both the owners and the girl agreed.And so the Venedian started bustling in the same household as Sigrun had and as her was laughing from her husband’s tickles. Once, when her husband went to sell the wool, there was a great wind, which shattered the fence and made a lot of damage around the farm. Dominika, who couldn’t cope to repair everything sighed “Ohh, I would give everything to get some help. I would even stand the tickling in exchange for some helping hand!”. Just when she said that she fell asleep. When she woke up she was tied to the bed and beside her body stood a small, bearded man.
 
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