ticklkitten
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okay guys, this is the first one I've posted and I'm a little nervous, please be kind. I'd love to hear feedback from you and ideas for more stories. Ilove to write! So, sit back and enjoy and if you like more is to come... and if there are typos please forgive me, it's late 
kitten
I was a young woman in China when my life turned totally upside down. My family was wealthy. Not just a little a little bit wealthy, but we were an extremely wealthy family in a time when it wasn’t safe to have any money. There was a revolution amongst the people in China and my family was in danger. We had hidden our valuables as best as possible and only the closest of family members were to know where they were hidden. I’m 22 years old and I would probably be considered a princess by your definition. I stand about 5’2” tall with long, straight, black hair that falls almost to my waist and with the pale, smooth skin of someone who always has someone on hand to make sure I’m pampered from my manicured fingernails down to my polished, soft toes. I’ve been told they are as delectable as any grape picked ripe from the vine…
But in these dangerous times and my family and split up and we are on the run… the Chinese revolutionists are after my family treasure and they are willing to go to any extent to claim a little piece of what they think may be theirs. So, we’ve split up but as I’m fleeing, I learn that they are too close behind me and as the revolutionists capture my body I swear that I will never tell the secret to my family’s fortune! They will never know where it is hidden.
I learn soon that these people know who they are up against and they have planned their captures well. Each of my family has been studied to possibly find our every flaw and our every weakness and the most vulnerable have been narrowed in on. And the revolutionaries have decided to focus their interests upon me. You see, they know the many methods of torture and ways to make a spoiled young lady like myself talk. They discovered that tickling is priceless if they want to uncover some vital information. And they know that I am very ticklish and I also know the hidden locale of my families valuables.
And they’ve found me. I’m hidden in what used to be the silver closet in the huge palace that was owned by a family nearby but no place was safe enough to hide after they have ransacked each and every home. Eventually, I’m found and quickly and expertly tied wrist and ankle and blindfolded. Over hilly terrain and many miles they tow me until they are positive that I have not an idea where I am and even if I were to escape my ties I would have no idea where to go. I would also freeze quickly because my capturers have undressed me down to my fine lace undergarments.
When we reach our destination, my kidnappers untie the silk scarf from my eyes. They want me to take in my surroundings so that they can watch my eyes widen with fear. I’m lead into this large house and twisted and turned down its long corridors. The whole while I’m babbling to them that they can do anything that they like but I’ll never tell them where the valuables are concealed. One of my kidnappers smiles down at me and whispers in my ear “we’ll just see about that won’t we…” After being carried for what seems like miles it is apparent that we’ve reached our destination. I’m lead into a room with soft blue silk quilting on the floor and the walls and ceiling are covered in mirrors. My crude rope restraints are replaced by strips of soft velvet and I’m forced to kneel upon the floor a couple feet in front of the mirror with my arms straight above my head bound to the ceiling and my ankles tied together behind me. And then I’m left alone.
After a short while the door behind me opens. I can see in the mirror that three young Chinese women are entering the room. They are all dressed in pale blue velvet and their hair is tied up above their head. One of the young maidens kneels in front of me looks me over carefully. “Oh, what a delightful looking young girl we have here… this is going to be a lot of fun. So pretty and so soft and well taken care of. I bet you are quite the luscious treat. And you know what I hear? I hear that you are very, ticklish” She smiles at me devilishly. My eyes widen in horror because it all becomes very clear what type of torture they plan on using upon my body. For indeed, I am extraordinarily ticklish nearly everywhere. Years of being treated as a princess have left my skin soft and smooth and very sensitive to the touch. The thought alone of being tickled brings a smile to my face and a nervous giggle in anticipation. Well, one of the young maidens begins to pass around pots of pink powder and small, fluffy brushes. This young girl giggles and whispers in my ear, “my name in Jeng Wa, and these fluffy little brushes are for powdering your skin to make it extra smooth and sensitive. I bet with skin like that you go wild with soft, feathery tickles don’t you? I bet the three of us having you begging to tell your secrets in no time at all.” And to begin proving their point the soft brushes and pink powder are dusted and skillfully applied over my skin. This isn’t the first time they’ve used this technique I can tell and the giggles begin to spill from my mouth even though I’m trying my hardest to hold them back. I’m squirming around but I’m quickly finding that moving in one direction only brings me closer to another young maiden and another soft brush. I’m giggling and writhing and trying to hard not to laugh and deep inside me is the fear that this torture has only just begun. I’m not sure how much of it I can take. I’m so ticklish just seconds of tickling have tears streaming down my face.
When it seems that the maidens are satisfied with the powdering of my skin they begin to run their delicate hands and fingers with tapered nails up and over my skin. Barely brushing fingertips and nails over my body they hardly touch me. My quiet giggling rapidly turns into laughing and I start to beg them to stop. “Please… I won’t tell you anything. You just stop this right now because it will do you NO good. I mean it! Stoooopp…!” But it’s too late and they realize they have a real ticklish gem on their hands here. And these young ladies obviously love what they are doing. And I can tell they are very skilled at what they do. I have one lady positioned on either side of me and another behind me. That is thirty very talented fingers that are beginning to cease their running over my skin and start to dance instead! Still their touches are soft and it is so effective… as each fingers pinches gently into a rib I let out a scream. “please! Nooonononono…. I mean, you gotta stop! Stopstopstopstopstop! That tickles! I won’t tell you! Nothing!” But they can see they are beginning to wear me down already and it’s only been a matter of minutes. Jeng Wa is the young maiden postioned behind me and she begins to whisper soft taunts in my ear… “tickletickletickletickletickle… oh yes, sweet girl, I love to tickle you and I’ll do it more and more… I can do it for hours if I need to. But all you need to do is talk. Tell us where your valuables are…”
At this point I can hardly even form words and the laughing and squealing spills from my lips. I’m screaming out some “nnononononon, pleeeeeaassseee…” as they pry up farther into my armpits. Oh what torture! I’m pleading, “no… please, not there. Anywhere but there! Please, just not my underarms… nooooooo!“ But I guess my soft, smooth underarm skin is too much of a temptation for these vixens. And another maiden whose name I’m not sure of leans closer with beautiful painted red lips. She smiles… “Anywhere but there? Are you sure about that?“ It is at this point that I realize that they’ve carefully avoided the lower half of my body and just as I’m realizing this one girl shifts around so she can explore my entire upper body with her soft tickling fingers and she speaks softly into my ear, “look in the mirror lovely, see where we go next…” So, with a wicked smile she nudges my chin up… I see in the mirror that the other ladies and slowly making their way south. They’ve done a lot of work There, my lower body is so much more ticklish! These skillful hands drag their nails across my hips and begin to tickle underneath my extraordinarily ticklish bottom. I squeal out loud and try to buck away forgetting that restrained as I am, I’m only put myself in better reach of another fingers. Those fingers are skillfully pinching that fantastically ticklish spot where my hips meets my thigh and it’s one of my most ticklish places… no twisting or turning can possibly get me away from those fingers! My ticklers are laughing now too, they love what they are doing and that makes it so much more intense. They are drilling me with their pinching and tickling questioning me about my families belongs and gasping for air I’m denying them their info. “noooooooo… I won’t, I won’t… no! I don’t care I won’t tell you!” And they only smile because they can see I can’t take much more. I’m just so very ticklish! I can see in the mirror that they are going lower and lower over my most tender parts and even give a quick tickle to that sensitive spot between my thighs. At this point, it’s hard to breath through the laughter. And all three of them now taunting me, “tickletickletickletickle… what? That tickles? All you have to do in talk my lady… just talk to us…. Tickletickletickletickle…” It’s awful and extraordinary at the same time! I’m writhing underneath their hands and fingers, some have nails dragging over the underside of my thighs and then there are pokes into the undersides of my knees and dancing fingers across my bottom! Those fingers and just won’t quit and I would collapse by now were my arms not strung above my head. And at a moment of horror I see in the mirror Jeng Wa getting her eyes level with my little rounded toes and begins to dance her fingers over them.
I scream out loud, “nononononon… please stop, you can’t, no you can’t, you have to stop nooooooo!” And not only is she dancing those skillful, talented, extraordinary fingers across my sensitive toes she also begins to suck on each one! “Oh what lovely, soft, tasty toes you have... so delectable, she laughs. Her tongue runs over and between each one and she sucks on them each in turn dancing her fingers over my soles as I laugh in ecstasy and beg for her to stop! Each toe is nibbled and adored and the maidens are all giggling and smiling at my writhing because it is obvious she’s found a true weak spot. “pleeeeessseeee…. Noonononononno, so ticklish!” Those ripe toes are more ticklish than I can handle! I’m begging but it’s doing no good for that’s not the words they want. And bound as I am I’m unable to even try to flinch away from her.
The fingers feel like they are all over my body… my are they good! It feels like they are every where at once, one moment dragging up my ribs, another moment under my knees, across my bottom, between my legs and most of all the torture of those fingers and lips relentlessly playing along my delicate soles and high arches! I’m gasping for breath and laughing so hard I can only get out a feeble, “noooo” here and there. And as I am to the moment where I am thinking I may faint from the sensations and then this torture will end… the tickling lessens. And Jeng Wa whispers into my ear. “Now don’t think that we are done my ticklish ticklish girl. It has only begun. I very short breath of air for you and when you’re fresh we’ll have our way with you all over again. And there are more tricks for next time…. And don‘t worry, I‘ll remember those delicious little toes for sure.” And with wicked smiles they loosen the restraints on my wrists and exit the room.
Meow!
*edited due to odd hyperlink advertizing embedded in post***
kitten
I was a young woman in China when my life turned totally upside down. My family was wealthy. Not just a little a little bit wealthy, but we were an extremely wealthy family in a time when it wasn’t safe to have any money. There was a revolution amongst the people in China and my family was in danger. We had hidden our valuables as best as possible and only the closest of family members were to know where they were hidden. I’m 22 years old and I would probably be considered a princess by your definition. I stand about 5’2” tall with long, straight, black hair that falls almost to my waist and with the pale, smooth skin of someone who always has someone on hand to make sure I’m pampered from my manicured fingernails down to my polished, soft toes. I’ve been told they are as delectable as any grape picked ripe from the vine…
But in these dangerous times and my family and split up and we are on the run… the Chinese revolutionists are after my family treasure and they are willing to go to any extent to claim a little piece of what they think may be theirs. So, we’ve split up but as I’m fleeing, I learn that they are too close behind me and as the revolutionists capture my body I swear that I will never tell the secret to my family’s fortune! They will never know where it is hidden.
I learn soon that these people know who they are up against and they have planned their captures well. Each of my family has been studied to possibly find our every flaw and our every weakness and the most vulnerable have been narrowed in on. And the revolutionaries have decided to focus their interests upon me. You see, they know the many methods of torture and ways to make a spoiled young lady like myself talk. They discovered that tickling is priceless if they want to uncover some vital information. And they know that I am very ticklish and I also know the hidden locale of my families valuables.
And they’ve found me. I’m hidden in what used to be the silver closet in the huge palace that was owned by a family nearby but no place was safe enough to hide after they have ransacked each and every home. Eventually, I’m found and quickly and expertly tied wrist and ankle and blindfolded. Over hilly terrain and many miles they tow me until they are positive that I have not an idea where I am and even if I were to escape my ties I would have no idea where to go. I would also freeze quickly because my capturers have undressed me down to my fine lace undergarments.
When we reach our destination, my kidnappers untie the silk scarf from my eyes. They want me to take in my surroundings so that they can watch my eyes widen with fear. I’m lead into this large house and twisted and turned down its long corridors. The whole while I’m babbling to them that they can do anything that they like but I’ll never tell them where the valuables are concealed. One of my kidnappers smiles down at me and whispers in my ear “we’ll just see about that won’t we…” After being carried for what seems like miles it is apparent that we’ve reached our destination. I’m lead into a room with soft blue silk quilting on the floor and the walls and ceiling are covered in mirrors. My crude rope restraints are replaced by strips of soft velvet and I’m forced to kneel upon the floor a couple feet in front of the mirror with my arms straight above my head bound to the ceiling and my ankles tied together behind me. And then I’m left alone.
After a short while the door behind me opens. I can see in the mirror that three young Chinese women are entering the room. They are all dressed in pale blue velvet and their hair is tied up above their head. One of the young maidens kneels in front of me looks me over carefully. “Oh, what a delightful looking young girl we have here… this is going to be a lot of fun. So pretty and so soft and well taken care of. I bet you are quite the luscious treat. And you know what I hear? I hear that you are very, ticklish” She smiles at me devilishly. My eyes widen in horror because it all becomes very clear what type of torture they plan on using upon my body. For indeed, I am extraordinarily ticklish nearly everywhere. Years of being treated as a princess have left my skin soft and smooth and very sensitive to the touch. The thought alone of being tickled brings a smile to my face and a nervous giggle in anticipation. Well, one of the young maidens begins to pass around pots of pink powder and small, fluffy brushes. This young girl giggles and whispers in my ear, “my name in Jeng Wa, and these fluffy little brushes are for powdering your skin to make it extra smooth and sensitive. I bet with skin like that you go wild with soft, feathery tickles don’t you? I bet the three of us having you begging to tell your secrets in no time at all.” And to begin proving their point the soft brushes and pink powder are dusted and skillfully applied over my skin. This isn’t the first time they’ve used this technique I can tell and the giggles begin to spill from my mouth even though I’m trying my hardest to hold them back. I’m squirming around but I’m quickly finding that moving in one direction only brings me closer to another young maiden and another soft brush. I’m giggling and writhing and trying to hard not to laugh and deep inside me is the fear that this torture has only just begun. I’m not sure how much of it I can take. I’m so ticklish just seconds of tickling have tears streaming down my face.
When it seems that the maidens are satisfied with the powdering of my skin they begin to run their delicate hands and fingers with tapered nails up and over my skin. Barely brushing fingertips and nails over my body they hardly touch me. My quiet giggling rapidly turns into laughing and I start to beg them to stop. “Please… I won’t tell you anything. You just stop this right now because it will do you NO good. I mean it! Stoooopp…!” But it’s too late and they realize they have a real ticklish gem on their hands here. And these young ladies obviously love what they are doing. And I can tell they are very skilled at what they do. I have one lady positioned on either side of me and another behind me. That is thirty very talented fingers that are beginning to cease their running over my skin and start to dance instead! Still their touches are soft and it is so effective… as each fingers pinches gently into a rib I let out a scream. “please! Nooonononono…. I mean, you gotta stop! Stopstopstopstopstop! That tickles! I won’t tell you! Nothing!” But they can see they are beginning to wear me down already and it’s only been a matter of minutes. Jeng Wa is the young maiden postioned behind me and she begins to whisper soft taunts in my ear… “tickletickletickletickletickle… oh yes, sweet girl, I love to tickle you and I’ll do it more and more… I can do it for hours if I need to. But all you need to do is talk. Tell us where your valuables are…”
At this point I can hardly even form words and the laughing and squealing spills from my lips. I’m screaming out some “nnononononon, pleeeeeaassseee…” as they pry up farther into my armpits. Oh what torture! I’m pleading, “no… please, not there. Anywhere but there! Please, just not my underarms… nooooooo!“ But I guess my soft, smooth underarm skin is too much of a temptation for these vixens. And another maiden whose name I’m not sure of leans closer with beautiful painted red lips. She smiles… “Anywhere but there? Are you sure about that?“ It is at this point that I realize that they’ve carefully avoided the lower half of my body and just as I’m realizing this one girl shifts around so she can explore my entire upper body with her soft tickling fingers and she speaks softly into my ear, “look in the mirror lovely, see where we go next…” So, with a wicked smile she nudges my chin up… I see in the mirror that the other ladies and slowly making their way south. They’ve done a lot of work There, my lower body is so much more ticklish! These skillful hands drag their nails across my hips and begin to tickle underneath my extraordinarily ticklish bottom. I squeal out loud and try to buck away forgetting that restrained as I am, I’m only put myself in better reach of another fingers. Those fingers are skillfully pinching that fantastically ticklish spot where my hips meets my thigh and it’s one of my most ticklish places… no twisting or turning can possibly get me away from those fingers! My ticklers are laughing now too, they love what they are doing and that makes it so much more intense. They are drilling me with their pinching and tickling questioning me about my families belongs and gasping for air I’m denying them their info. “noooooooo… I won’t, I won’t… no! I don’t care I won’t tell you!” And they only smile because they can see I can’t take much more. I’m just so very ticklish! I can see in the mirror that they are going lower and lower over my most tender parts and even give a quick tickle to that sensitive spot between my thighs. At this point, it’s hard to breath through the laughter. And all three of them now taunting me, “tickletickletickletickle… what? That tickles? All you have to do in talk my lady… just talk to us…. Tickletickletickletickle…” It’s awful and extraordinary at the same time! I’m writhing underneath their hands and fingers, some have nails dragging over the underside of my thighs and then there are pokes into the undersides of my knees and dancing fingers across my bottom! Those fingers and just won’t quit and I would collapse by now were my arms not strung above my head. And at a moment of horror I see in the mirror Jeng Wa getting her eyes level with my little rounded toes and begins to dance her fingers over them.
I scream out loud, “nononononon… please stop, you can’t, no you can’t, you have to stop nooooooo!” And not only is she dancing those skillful, talented, extraordinary fingers across my sensitive toes she also begins to suck on each one! “Oh what lovely, soft, tasty toes you have... so delectable, she laughs. Her tongue runs over and between each one and she sucks on them each in turn dancing her fingers over my soles as I laugh in ecstasy and beg for her to stop! Each toe is nibbled and adored and the maidens are all giggling and smiling at my writhing because it is obvious she’s found a true weak spot. “pleeeeessseeee…. Noonononononno, so ticklish!” Those ripe toes are more ticklish than I can handle! I’m begging but it’s doing no good for that’s not the words they want. And bound as I am I’m unable to even try to flinch away from her.
The fingers feel like they are all over my body… my are they good! It feels like they are every where at once, one moment dragging up my ribs, another moment under my knees, across my bottom, between my legs and most of all the torture of those fingers and lips relentlessly playing along my delicate soles and high arches! I’m gasping for breath and laughing so hard I can only get out a feeble, “noooo” here and there. And as I am to the moment where I am thinking I may faint from the sensations and then this torture will end… the tickling lessens. And Jeng Wa whispers into my ear. “Now don’t think that we are done my ticklish ticklish girl. It has only begun. I very short breath of air for you and when you’re fresh we’ll have our way with you all over again. And there are more tricks for next time…. And don‘t worry, I‘ll remember those delicious little toes for sure.” And with wicked smiles they loosen the restraints on my wrists and exit the room.
Meow!*edited due to odd hyperlink advertizing embedded in post***
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Wow, kitten!!! great story!! Very sexual, indeed. Keep em' coming
