Getting into the story proper of Rachel's new life of ticklish misfortune. Contains some minor urination and forced sexual play for side characters, but for the most part it's a foot tickling chapter.
Prologue
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The next thing Rachel knew she was sitting in a park. In front of her was a well paved pathway separated from a small, crystal clear lake by a small section of grass. She was sitting on a bench with her arms bound behind her back with a piece of rope and her feet similarly tied on a satin pillow on a stool. A "Tickle Me! <3" sign was placed next to her. She quickly pulled her feet off of the stool and took stock of her situation.
She was still naked. That perverted goddess had made it clear before sending her here that she was firmly of the belief that women should be naked while being tickled. She'd even made it a rule of this world that tickling a bound woman without doing everything in their power to strip her first would be punished by her divine wrath. Rachel could clearly hear the sound of forced laughter. It sounded like multiple women were being tickle tortured nearby. It immediately brought to mind the image of several women being tickled just like Rachel had been. The thought of several naked girls bound spread eagle, laughing their hearts out as other girls sunk their nails into their feet made her shiver, though not even she could tell if it was out of fear or excitement.
Rachel hopped her way across the path to take a look in the lake. The clean water made for an excellent mirror. Her jet black hair stopped at her neck just like she'd asked the barber to frame her 20 year old half-asian face. The fit, curvy body she was so proud of having finally achieved after months at the gym was appreciably also the way she'd left it. Her D cup prides and joys were still nicely perky. Hopping around a little she confirmed that her ass was still one she'd proudly claim turned heads. Reconfirming that the body she took such pride in hadn't been tarnished in this new world helped her calm down a little.
"Okay, first order of business," Rachel muttered to herself, "gotta get out of these ropes." If Ilia's explanation was to be trusted that'd mean having to submit herself to being tickled. Ilia made a point of only bringing over women who, at least at some level, loved tickling and were okay with intimate contact with other girls. As an aside, she had claimed she'd picked Rachel after seeing the soul of a girl who'd truly love being tickled if she had some help realizing it herself. Rachel couldn't imagine that whoever she met wouldn't take advantage of her situation before helping. And she also couldn't imagine struggling out of these ropes by herself. Maybe she should've played along with her ex's bondage escape games more often after all.
"Nothing I can do about that now," she sighed. She began hopping down the path in search of help. It turned out to be slow, tiring progress. It wasn't in the least bit helped by having to constantly stop to prevent from smearing her nose all over the pavement if she tripped. She was covered in sweat by the time she found the entrance to the park. She briefly considered calling out for help, but decided that she didn't want every tickler within earshot converging in on her all at once. The park opened up into a plaza and the source of the laughter. The surrounding buildings looked like they were out of the starting village of a fantasy game she had played. She did her best to hide behind a hedge while she surveyed the area.
In the plaza were about nearly 100 women. 6 of them were bound in stocks. They each had 3 ticklers working them over, with the most common configuration being 2 foot ticklers while the 3rd had the entire upperbody to herself. The rest sat on makeshift wooden bleachers to watch the show. As Rachel watched one of the ticklees peed herself, causing the crowd to burst out in applause. The girl in question began babbling for mercy during the short break she was given before bursting out in laughter again when her ticklers resumed their attack. As Rachel watched the girls peed themselves one by one to similar applause and expressions of fear. The last girl to lose control of her bladder beamed with pride as she was released from her bondage. She quickly scampered off to get dressed as several members of the audience stood up to approach the remaining girls being tickled. They all held vibrators which they pressed against the girls' unwilling crotches. Their free hands were put to work helping tease their victim's upperbody.
There was clearly some form of torture endurance competition going on. The crowd seemed to be having trouble controling themselves to not join in on the action as is. If she hopped out there now, trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey and naked as the day she was born, she wasn't certain she wouldn't be dogpiled into oblivion as a fair target. No, it was a much better idea to head back before somebody spotted her.
Rachel hopped back down the path to the bench she had started off on. Her feet were starting to ache, and she had the unpleasant suspicion that she had cut up her feet constantly bouncing on the stray pebbles. She was so focused on moving forward without tripping that she almost managed to hop straight into somebody. There was a girl about her age examining the "Tickle Me <3" sign on the bench. Rachel had been too panicked by the size of the crowd to notice before, but she noted that clothes in this world resembled those out of a fantasy game as well. One she dryly noted to herself was probably meant to be played free from the judging eyes of others.
Rachel couldn't quite tell if what the girl was wearing were the badly shredded remains of a leather jerkin or some repurposed belts to keep her sizable chest in check. She had booty shorts on that kept her shapely derriere contained but not much else. In a nod to modesty, or potentially titilation, she completed the ensemble with a simple cloak and thigh high boots.
"Why hello there," said the girl without bothering to turn around. When she did she stopped and blinked, making certain to check over Rachel a few times before continuing. "...just to check, are you a masochist or new here?"
"I'm new here," Rachel responded. "I'd really like some help getting out of these ropes."
"Right," said the girl, beaming. "You must've met Ilia so you should have a pretty good idea of what's about to happen next. How about you sit down and let me collect some payment first?" Rachel hopped over to the bench and sat down without any complaints. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. The girl dragged the stool over so she could sit down in front of Rachel and lifted her feet into her lap.
"Name's Laila by the way... and wow you really did a number to your feet." Laila peered at Rachel's feet for a couple seconds before shrugging. "Oh well," she said with a shrug. She clasped her hands in front of her face while muttering a few words under her breath. Her hands started emitting a faint white light before Rachel's eyes. When they made contact with Rachel's feet again she could feel a pleasant chill spread up her leg. "All better?" Rachel nodded with a content sigh escaping her lips.
A sigh which transformed into a shriek halfway through. Laila was using one hand to pull back her toes while using her other to sweep her nails from her toes down to her heel in one steady motion. She repeated this a couple times before switching over to the other foot. Content that both feet would provoke a nice reaction she started using both hands to scratch and poke both feet. Having spent the last couple hours experiencing what the goddess of tickling was capable of this really wasn't that bad by comparison, but Rachel was in hysterics nonetheless. She hopped around on the bench howling like a banshee.
"NOOOHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASEHAHAHAHAHA!" she managed to scream.
"Oh my, I was originally planning for 10 minutes, but if it's that bad I may have to do 20 after all," Laila teased. She swiped her nails horizontally across the base of Rachel's toes and smiled as she was rewarded with a shriek. She followed it up by slightly lifting Rachel's feet with one hand to tease the bottom of her heels with the other. Rachel's steady cackling and babbling for her to stop was reassuring. She liked that she had gotten her hands on a girl who she could keep laughing no matter what she did to her feet.
Next Laila got up off the stool and began dragging Rachel's feet to the side until Rachel was sitting lengthwise across the bench. Pulling a length of rope out of her pack she quickly ties Rachel's ankles to the armrest. "As a piece of advise, always carry rope with you. You never know when you'll come across a cutie who deserves a little extra bondage," she advises Rachel as she does so. She then knelt down so they were at head height. She took a moment to appreciate the works of art she had in front of her as Rachel relished in the break she'd been given to catch her breath. They were perfectly shaped with nice, long toes topping them off. They were insanely ticklish and attached to a bombshell to boot. Laila had joked about extending the time she had planned to tickle Rachel, but the more she spent doing it the more tempted she was to never let her go. Part of her, the nasty part, wanted to take Rachel home as a tickle slave for her to play with as much as she wanted. She couldn't do that though. That'd be capitol W Wrong in every sense of the word.
She settled for at least getting a taste of the delectable morsels in front of her. First she has to clean them. She pulls out a small toothbrush she keeps on her person for exactly these situations and walks over to the lake to wet it. When she turns back she sees Rachel staring at her in wide eyed horror, softly shaking her head back and forth. Laila bursts out into a wide smile and resumes her position at Rachel's feet.
"No... no..." Rachel whispers in a horrified voice. "Please don't. Plea-PLEASEHAHAHAHA NOOOOHAHAHAH NO NO NO NO DOHOHOHOHOHOHON'T!" She throws her head back to scream and makes one last attempt at begging as Laila begins to scrub her toes with the wet toothbrush. Laila makes certain to thoroughly scrub the entirety of each toe from the very tip down to the base. She spends a little more time cleaning in between the toes than even she'd admit she needed. Watching the raven haired beauty thrash on the bench in front of her was proving to be addicting even compared to the other girls she'd spent time with.
After finishing scrubbing she takes a moment to appreciate the pink digits she now has in front of her. She leaned over to pop one of Rachel's big toes into her mouth. She gently nibbled on the base while using her tongue to lap at the top. Rachel was sent through the roof. She let out the loudest scream yet while repeatedly raising and slamming her butt against the bench before descending into maddened laughter. Laila carefully tasted each toe on both of Rachel's feet making certain to explore the spaces in between with her tongue too. By the end poor Rachel was left in tears.
Laila made good on their deal to untie her. Then she sat down next to Rachel and gently held her until she calmed down.
Continued in Part 2
Prologue
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The next thing Rachel knew she was sitting in a park. In front of her was a well paved pathway separated from a small, crystal clear lake by a small section of grass. She was sitting on a bench with her arms bound behind her back with a piece of rope and her feet similarly tied on a satin pillow on a stool. A "Tickle Me! <3" sign was placed next to her. She quickly pulled her feet off of the stool and took stock of her situation.
She was still naked. That perverted goddess had made it clear before sending her here that she was firmly of the belief that women should be naked while being tickled. She'd even made it a rule of this world that tickling a bound woman without doing everything in their power to strip her first would be punished by her divine wrath. Rachel could clearly hear the sound of forced laughter. It sounded like multiple women were being tickle tortured nearby. It immediately brought to mind the image of several women being tickled just like Rachel had been. The thought of several naked girls bound spread eagle, laughing their hearts out as other girls sunk their nails into their feet made her shiver, though not even she could tell if it was out of fear or excitement.
Rachel hopped her way across the path to take a look in the lake. The clean water made for an excellent mirror. Her jet black hair stopped at her neck just like she'd asked the barber to frame her 20 year old half-asian face. The fit, curvy body she was so proud of having finally achieved after months at the gym was appreciably also the way she'd left it. Her D cup prides and joys were still nicely perky. Hopping around a little she confirmed that her ass was still one she'd proudly claim turned heads. Reconfirming that the body she took such pride in hadn't been tarnished in this new world helped her calm down a little.
"Okay, first order of business," Rachel muttered to herself, "gotta get out of these ropes." If Ilia's explanation was to be trusted that'd mean having to submit herself to being tickled. Ilia made a point of only bringing over women who, at least at some level, loved tickling and were okay with intimate contact with other girls. As an aside, she had claimed she'd picked Rachel after seeing the soul of a girl who'd truly love being tickled if she had some help realizing it herself. Rachel couldn't imagine that whoever she met wouldn't take advantage of her situation before helping. And she also couldn't imagine struggling out of these ropes by herself. Maybe she should've played along with her ex's bondage escape games more often after all.
"Nothing I can do about that now," she sighed. She began hopping down the path in search of help. It turned out to be slow, tiring progress. It wasn't in the least bit helped by having to constantly stop to prevent from smearing her nose all over the pavement if she tripped. She was covered in sweat by the time she found the entrance to the park. She briefly considered calling out for help, but decided that she didn't want every tickler within earshot converging in on her all at once. The park opened up into a plaza and the source of the laughter. The surrounding buildings looked like they were out of the starting village of a fantasy game she had played. She did her best to hide behind a hedge while she surveyed the area.
In the plaza were about nearly 100 women. 6 of them were bound in stocks. They each had 3 ticklers working them over, with the most common configuration being 2 foot ticklers while the 3rd had the entire upperbody to herself. The rest sat on makeshift wooden bleachers to watch the show. As Rachel watched one of the ticklees peed herself, causing the crowd to burst out in applause. The girl in question began babbling for mercy during the short break she was given before bursting out in laughter again when her ticklers resumed their attack. As Rachel watched the girls peed themselves one by one to similar applause and expressions of fear. The last girl to lose control of her bladder beamed with pride as she was released from her bondage. She quickly scampered off to get dressed as several members of the audience stood up to approach the remaining girls being tickled. They all held vibrators which they pressed against the girls' unwilling crotches. Their free hands were put to work helping tease their victim's upperbody.
There was clearly some form of torture endurance competition going on. The crowd seemed to be having trouble controling themselves to not join in on the action as is. If she hopped out there now, trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey and naked as the day she was born, she wasn't certain she wouldn't be dogpiled into oblivion as a fair target. No, it was a much better idea to head back before somebody spotted her.
Rachel hopped back down the path to the bench she had started off on. Her feet were starting to ache, and she had the unpleasant suspicion that she had cut up her feet constantly bouncing on the stray pebbles. She was so focused on moving forward without tripping that she almost managed to hop straight into somebody. There was a girl about her age examining the "Tickle Me <3" sign on the bench. Rachel had been too panicked by the size of the crowd to notice before, but she noted that clothes in this world resembled those out of a fantasy game as well. One she dryly noted to herself was probably meant to be played free from the judging eyes of others.
Rachel couldn't quite tell if what the girl was wearing were the badly shredded remains of a leather jerkin or some repurposed belts to keep her sizable chest in check. She had booty shorts on that kept her shapely derriere contained but not much else. In a nod to modesty, or potentially titilation, she completed the ensemble with a simple cloak and thigh high boots.
"Why hello there," said the girl without bothering to turn around. When she did she stopped and blinked, making certain to check over Rachel a few times before continuing. "...just to check, are you a masochist or new here?"
"I'm new here," Rachel responded. "I'd really like some help getting out of these ropes."
"Right," said the girl, beaming. "You must've met Ilia so you should have a pretty good idea of what's about to happen next. How about you sit down and let me collect some payment first?" Rachel hopped over to the bench and sat down without any complaints. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. The girl dragged the stool over so she could sit down in front of Rachel and lifted her feet into her lap.
"Name's Laila by the way... and wow you really did a number to your feet." Laila peered at Rachel's feet for a couple seconds before shrugging. "Oh well," she said with a shrug. She clasped her hands in front of her face while muttering a few words under her breath. Her hands started emitting a faint white light before Rachel's eyes. When they made contact with Rachel's feet again she could feel a pleasant chill spread up her leg. "All better?" Rachel nodded with a content sigh escaping her lips.
A sigh which transformed into a shriek halfway through. Laila was using one hand to pull back her toes while using her other to sweep her nails from her toes down to her heel in one steady motion. She repeated this a couple times before switching over to the other foot. Content that both feet would provoke a nice reaction she started using both hands to scratch and poke both feet. Having spent the last couple hours experiencing what the goddess of tickling was capable of this really wasn't that bad by comparison, but Rachel was in hysterics nonetheless. She hopped around on the bench howling like a banshee.
"NOOOHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASEHAHAHAHAHA!" she managed to scream.
"Oh my, I was originally planning for 10 minutes, but if it's that bad I may have to do 20 after all," Laila teased. She swiped her nails horizontally across the base of Rachel's toes and smiled as she was rewarded with a shriek. She followed it up by slightly lifting Rachel's feet with one hand to tease the bottom of her heels with the other. Rachel's steady cackling and babbling for her to stop was reassuring. She liked that she had gotten her hands on a girl who she could keep laughing no matter what she did to her feet.
Next Laila got up off the stool and began dragging Rachel's feet to the side until Rachel was sitting lengthwise across the bench. Pulling a length of rope out of her pack she quickly ties Rachel's ankles to the armrest. "As a piece of advise, always carry rope with you. You never know when you'll come across a cutie who deserves a little extra bondage," she advises Rachel as she does so. She then knelt down so they were at head height. She took a moment to appreciate the works of art she had in front of her as Rachel relished in the break she'd been given to catch her breath. They were perfectly shaped with nice, long toes topping them off. They were insanely ticklish and attached to a bombshell to boot. Laila had joked about extending the time she had planned to tickle Rachel, but the more she spent doing it the more tempted she was to never let her go. Part of her, the nasty part, wanted to take Rachel home as a tickle slave for her to play with as much as she wanted. She couldn't do that though. That'd be capitol W Wrong in every sense of the word.
She settled for at least getting a taste of the delectable morsels in front of her. First she has to clean them. She pulls out a small toothbrush she keeps on her person for exactly these situations and walks over to the lake to wet it. When she turns back she sees Rachel staring at her in wide eyed horror, softly shaking her head back and forth. Laila bursts out into a wide smile and resumes her position at Rachel's feet.
"No... no..." Rachel whispers in a horrified voice. "Please don't. Plea-PLEASEHAHAHAHA NOOOOHAHAHAH NO NO NO NO DOHOHOHOHOHOHON'T!" She throws her head back to scream and makes one last attempt at begging as Laila begins to scrub her toes with the wet toothbrush. Laila makes certain to thoroughly scrub the entirety of each toe from the very tip down to the base. She spends a little more time cleaning in between the toes than even she'd admit she needed. Watching the raven haired beauty thrash on the bench in front of her was proving to be addicting even compared to the other girls she'd spent time with.
After finishing scrubbing she takes a moment to appreciate the pink digits she now has in front of her. She leaned over to pop one of Rachel's big toes into her mouth. She gently nibbled on the base while using her tongue to lap at the top. Rachel was sent through the roof. She let out the loudest scream yet while repeatedly raising and slamming her butt against the bench before descending into maddened laughter. Laila carefully tasted each toe on both of Rachel's feet making certain to explore the spaces in between with her tongue too. By the end poor Rachel was left in tears.
Laila made good on their deal to untie her. Then she sat down next to Rachel and gently held her until she calmed down.
Continued in Part 2
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