Alice's Adventures in Tickleland Chapter 2
Alice and the Grinning Cat
Alice ran down the pine-needle strewn path as fast as she could,
one arm covering her exposed breasts, the other covering her crotch. Her
white knee-high nylons had miraculously survived getting any tears, thank
goodness, as they were the only piece of clothing the fiendish tickle
creatures of this strange land had allowed her to keep. When she
could run no more, she collapsed beneath one of the giant mushrooms
common to the area and rested. "Mmrrr-giggle Helloooo," she heard
from above her. Too exhausted to run, she looked up in a panic to see
what new peril awaited her. To her amazement, she saw a headless cat,
much like the cat she saw in her visit to Wonderland as a child. But this
cat, while obviously of the same family of disappearing felines, was of a
different breed, a longhaired breed. "Oh please," Alice begged,
covering her nakedness as best she could, "please don't tickle me." "Hee
hee hee, mmm my dear, that's the furrrthest thing from my mind, tee-hee,"
the cat giggled. "Rrrrelax. And for goo-heh heh-dness sakes, stop trying
to cover yoursehehehlf like that. We're of two-hoo-hoo different species.
I have no interest in your body, and besides you're not doing a very good
job of it anywa-hay." Wary of a trap, Alice relaxed herself, but
prepared to cover herself in defense at the first rapid movement of the
laughing cat. "Why do you laugh so," Alice asked the cat.
"Because I'm be-heee-heeing tickled," the cat replied. "Why else?"
"But if you're being tickled, why don't you flee?" she asked. "Because
I like it," the cat responded. "And because I like it, I can't run." "I
don't like to be tickled at all," Alice said, matter-of-factly. "Of
course you like to be tickled," the cat said. "I like to be tickled, you
like to be tickled. We ALL like to be tickled! AAHhhahaha... and we all
love to tickle." "Not me," Alice lamented. "I've endured all kinds of
tickling since I got here. I just want to go home." "Then you
should no-haha-t have come here," the cat said. "Besides, I don't believe
you." "Believe what you like," Alice said indignantly. She watched
as the cat went into another spasm of hilarity. "I don't see your
ticklers. And I certainly don't see why you don't run. I really don't
think you're being tickled at all." "Of course I am," the cat
giggled. "And I'm not. It's all in my imagination." "Then why don't you
imagine it stops," she said, "and not endure the torture." "Oh,hohoho,
imagination is a powerful thing here," the cat replied. "But let me
demonstrate. There where you sit, hold your arms and legs out in front of
you-hoohoo. Oh, go on, try it," the cat insisted, noting Alice's
reluctance. "Hold them out." Alice, uncertain for sure, stretched
her legs out in front of her in a V. "And the arms dear. Hold them
out like a cro-hahahass," the cat giggled. "I don't know why I'm
doing any of this," Alice muttered, as she did as the bodiless cat asked.
"Good, very good," the cat said. "Now, use your imagination.
Pretend you can't move." "What do you mean," asked Alice.
"Pretend that your body is lo-hahacked into the position your in," the
cat said. "Like in irons," Alice asked. And to her surprise, she
found that she indeed could not move, as though her body had been frozen.
"What, what's happening," she asked. "Imagination," the cat purred, "is
a powerful thing. Especially in a magic land. You have to keep a good
hand on it, or heeheeehee it can get a good hand on you." "I want
loose," Alice said. "I want loose now." "If you wanted loose,"
the cat said, "you would be loose. Since you are not loose, you must not
wish to be loose." "That makes no sense at all," said Alice. "I
can't simply imagine myself into bondage." "You can imagine
whatever you like here," the cat said. "You can imagine that somebody
pushes you onto your back (which abruptly happened to Alice, as rolled
backward, her legs stiff in the air), you can imagine that the grass is
tickling your ribs (and the grass indeed began swaying in the breeze
about her body, grazing not just her ribs, but the edges of her armpits
and the crack of her buttocks as well). You could even imagine that all
the invisible pixies tickling me right now fly down and begin tickling
you (and she could feel the little hands of the pixies on her feet, her
thighs, her belly and breasts as she screamed hysterically through fits
of laughter). All this time, the cat became more and more
visible, and laughed less and less. Finally, fully visible, the cat stood
on it's branch and stretched, before jumping to the ground.
"Nooohhohohoo," Alice screamed, as an invisible pixie pirhouted in her
navel, while others slid down the insides of her legs, like firemen down
a pole, their pixie feet daintily landing in that soft spot wherer her
legs came together. "I cannot thank you enough, my dear," the cat
replied. "A tickle is a wonderful thing, but after a while, it becomes
tiresome." The cat jumped up onto Alice's belly and walked up to her
chin, gazing thoughtfully down at her. "And it is better, after all, to
give than to receive." "Ahh, no, pleeheease stop," she cried, as
the cat began swishing it's bushy tail back and forth across her belly.
"If you want it to stop, just imagine it stopping," the cat purred.
"I, I cahahaan't," laughed Alice, her body shuddering under the intense
tickle torture she was receiving. "It wohohon't stohahahap." The cat
continued tickling her belly. "Well," it purred, "there is another way."
"Anythiheeheeing," Alice begged, "I'll do anything.
Heeeheeheehee..." "You have to do what I did," the cat replied. "You
have to get somebody else to imagine the tickling." "Cahahan youhoohoo,"
she babbled, "Can you imagi....eeeheeheeheehee." Alice went into spasms
of renewed laughter as a horde of pixies rolled about in her armpits.
Long blades of grass slithered along her buttocks. "Oh no," the cat
replied, adding to the tickling where it could. "You won't trap me. And
besides, there's more to it than that." "Whahahat," Alice cried,
"I'll do anythiheeheeheng you want." "No, no, no," the cat replied.
"It's not what I want -- it's what you need!" The cat continued. "You
wouldn't be so susceptible to this if you didn't really, deep down, like
the tickling. And tickling, my dear dear child, is a path that can be
trod both ways." "I don't understahaahaand," Alice replied,
amidst tears and laughter. "It's this simple," the cat said, jumping
down. He nuzzled her armpit for a moment, before continuing. "Once you
have somebody caught in the imaginary tickle, you have to join in on the
tickle. You can't just walk away, or the pixies will chase you down,
abandoning the new target. And good luck trapping *that* person again,
dear." "You mean, tee-hee, I have to tickle as well as be tickled,
AAAHHAAHAA." "Exactly," the cat purred. "Why else would I stick
around tickling you. True, it's fun, but I've been tickled by these
pixies for days now, and I do have a life to get on with." And with that
the cat began walking away. "Noho, waihaaaait," Alice cried, "don't
leeheeave meheeeheee." "Don't worry," the cat replied, "sooner or later,
somebody will be along, and you can try to escape. Good luck." And the
cat was gone. Alice spent an interminable time lying there in the grass,
tickled by the green fronds and the invisible pixies. And then... "Why
are you laying there laughing like that?" Alice looked up: a shapely
young girl, about her own age stared down at her, curious as to her
situation. An idea formed in Alice's mind. "I'm beheeheeing
tickled, heehee." And then she added: "It's fun. Youhoohoo should
try it." The girl looked at Alice, quite unbelieving. "I don't
see anything tickling you," the girl responded. "It's, haha, it's
in my imag, heehee, imagin, ahahaha, imagination," Alice managed to get
out. "Sit down, I'll giggle, tell you abohowhowwt it." The girl
continued looking at Alice's nude body, not sure of what was happening.
"It's a vehherry interehehsting stoohohory," Alice stammered. "Sit
down and listen. Heeheehee. You'll enjo-<gasp>mmm-enjoy it." (The last
bit was added with seduction Alice had not intended, but could not help
as, which had happened many times before during this eternal ordeal, the
invisible pixies used her throbbing clitoris for a maypole during their
tickling dance) And the girl sat down. And slipped off her shoes.
And listened.
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Alice and the Grinning Cat
Alice ran down the pine-needle strewn path as fast as she could,
one arm covering her exposed breasts, the other covering her crotch. Her
white knee-high nylons had miraculously survived getting any tears, thank
goodness, as they were the only piece of clothing the fiendish tickle
creatures of this strange land had allowed her to keep. When she
could run no more, she collapsed beneath one of the giant mushrooms
common to the area and rested. "Mmrrr-giggle Helloooo," she heard
from above her. Too exhausted to run, she looked up in a panic to see
what new peril awaited her. To her amazement, she saw a headless cat,
much like the cat she saw in her visit to Wonderland as a child. But this
cat, while obviously of the same family of disappearing felines, was of a
different breed, a longhaired breed. "Oh please," Alice begged,
covering her nakedness as best she could, "please don't tickle me." "Hee
hee hee, mmm my dear, that's the furrrthest thing from my mind, tee-hee,"
the cat giggled. "Rrrrelax. And for goo-heh heh-dness sakes, stop trying
to cover yoursehehehlf like that. We're of two-hoo-hoo different species.
I have no interest in your body, and besides you're not doing a very good
job of it anywa-hay." Wary of a trap, Alice relaxed herself, but
prepared to cover herself in defense at the first rapid movement of the
laughing cat. "Why do you laugh so," Alice asked the cat.
"Because I'm be-heee-heeing tickled," the cat replied. "Why else?"
"But if you're being tickled, why don't you flee?" she asked. "Because
I like it," the cat responded. "And because I like it, I can't run." "I
don't like to be tickled at all," Alice said, matter-of-factly. "Of
course you like to be tickled," the cat said. "I like to be tickled, you
like to be tickled. We ALL like to be tickled! AAHhhahaha... and we all
love to tickle." "Not me," Alice lamented. "I've endured all kinds of
tickling since I got here. I just want to go home." "Then you
should no-haha-t have come here," the cat said. "Besides, I don't believe
you." "Believe what you like," Alice said indignantly. She watched
as the cat went into another spasm of hilarity. "I don't see your
ticklers. And I certainly don't see why you don't run. I really don't
think you're being tickled at all." "Of course I am," the cat
giggled. "And I'm not. It's all in my imagination." "Then why don't you
imagine it stops," she said, "and not endure the torture." "Oh,hohoho,
imagination is a powerful thing here," the cat replied. "But let me
demonstrate. There where you sit, hold your arms and legs out in front of
you-hoohoo. Oh, go on, try it," the cat insisted, noting Alice's
reluctance. "Hold them out." Alice, uncertain for sure, stretched
her legs out in front of her in a V. "And the arms dear. Hold them
out like a cro-hahahass," the cat giggled. "I don't know why I'm
doing any of this," Alice muttered, as she did as the bodiless cat asked.
"Good, very good," the cat said. "Now, use your imagination.
Pretend you can't move." "What do you mean," asked Alice.
"Pretend that your body is lo-hahacked into the position your in," the
cat said. "Like in irons," Alice asked. And to her surprise, she
found that she indeed could not move, as though her body had been frozen.
"What, what's happening," she asked. "Imagination," the cat purred, "is
a powerful thing. Especially in a magic land. You have to keep a good
hand on it, or heeheeehee it can get a good hand on you." "I want
loose," Alice said. "I want loose now." "If you wanted loose,"
the cat said, "you would be loose. Since you are not loose, you must not
wish to be loose." "That makes no sense at all," said Alice. "I
can't simply imagine myself into bondage." "You can imagine
whatever you like here," the cat said. "You can imagine that somebody
pushes you onto your back (which abruptly happened to Alice, as rolled
backward, her legs stiff in the air), you can imagine that the grass is
tickling your ribs (and the grass indeed began swaying in the breeze
about her body, grazing not just her ribs, but the edges of her armpits
and the crack of her buttocks as well). You could even imagine that all
the invisible pixies tickling me right now fly down and begin tickling
you (and she could feel the little hands of the pixies on her feet, her
thighs, her belly and breasts as she screamed hysterically through fits
of laughter). All this time, the cat became more and more
visible, and laughed less and less. Finally, fully visible, the cat stood
on it's branch and stretched, before jumping to the ground.
"Nooohhohohoo," Alice screamed, as an invisible pixie pirhouted in her
navel, while others slid down the insides of her legs, like firemen down
a pole, their pixie feet daintily landing in that soft spot wherer her
legs came together. "I cannot thank you enough, my dear," the cat
replied. "A tickle is a wonderful thing, but after a while, it becomes
tiresome." The cat jumped up onto Alice's belly and walked up to her
chin, gazing thoughtfully down at her. "And it is better, after all, to
give than to receive." "Ahh, no, pleeheease stop," she cried, as
the cat began swishing it's bushy tail back and forth across her belly.
"If you want it to stop, just imagine it stopping," the cat purred.
"I, I cahahaan't," laughed Alice, her body shuddering under the intense
tickle torture she was receiving. "It wohohon't stohahahap." The cat
continued tickling her belly. "Well," it purred, "there is another way."
"Anythiheeheeing," Alice begged, "I'll do anything.
Heeeheeheehee..." "You have to do what I did," the cat replied. "You
have to get somebody else to imagine the tickling." "Cahahan youhoohoo,"
she babbled, "Can you imagi....eeeheeheeheehee." Alice went into spasms
of renewed laughter as a horde of pixies rolled about in her armpits.
Long blades of grass slithered along her buttocks. "Oh no," the cat
replied, adding to the tickling where it could. "You won't trap me. And
besides, there's more to it than that." "Whahahat," Alice cried,
"I'll do anythiheeheeheng you want." "No, no, no," the cat replied.
"It's not what I want -- it's what you need!" The cat continued. "You
wouldn't be so susceptible to this if you didn't really, deep down, like
the tickling. And tickling, my dear dear child, is a path that can be
trod both ways." "I don't understahaahaand," Alice replied,
amidst tears and laughter. "It's this simple," the cat said, jumping
down. He nuzzled her armpit for a moment, before continuing. "Once you
have somebody caught in the imaginary tickle, you have to join in on the
tickle. You can't just walk away, or the pixies will chase you down,
abandoning the new target. And good luck trapping *that* person again,
dear." "You mean, tee-hee, I have to tickle as well as be tickled,
AAAHHAAHAA." "Exactly," the cat purred. "Why else would I stick
around tickling you. True, it's fun, but I've been tickled by these
pixies for days now, and I do have a life to get on with." And with that
the cat began walking away. "Noho, waihaaaait," Alice cried, "don't
leeheeave meheeeheee." "Don't worry," the cat replied, "sooner or later,
somebody will be along, and you can try to escape. Good luck." And the
cat was gone. Alice spent an interminable time lying there in the grass,
tickled by the green fronds and the invisible pixies. And then... "Why
are you laying there laughing like that?" Alice looked up: a shapely
young girl, about her own age stared down at her, curious as to her
situation. An idea formed in Alice's mind. "I'm beheeheeing
tickled, heehee." And then she added: "It's fun. Youhoohoo should
try it." The girl looked at Alice, quite unbelieving. "I don't
see anything tickling you," the girl responded. "It's, haha, it's
in my imag, heehee, imagin, ahahaha, imagination," Alice managed to get
out. "Sit down, I'll giggle, tell you abohowhowwt it." The girl
continued looking at Alice's nude body, not sure of what was happening.
"It's a vehherry interehehsting stoohohory," Alice stammered. "Sit
down and listen. Heeheehee. You'll enjo-<gasp>mmm-enjoy it." (The last
bit was added with seduction Alice had not intended, but could not help
as, which had happened many times before during this eternal ordeal, the
invisible pixies used her throbbing clitoris for a maypole during their
tickling dance) And the girl sat down. And slipped off her shoes.
And listened.
....to *definitely* be continued...
Continue