Greetings.
Another episode of plant and creature tickling fun for Isobel Baxter.
While researching tropical fauna for her latest assignment Isobel became involved with a local tribe, Unbeknown to her, their goddess demanded sacrifices by tickling *the most ticklish members of the tribe *for days on end. If they could cajole an outsider to be their tickle offering that was even better. A beautiful foreigner from an far away unknown land? That would ensure a bountiful harvest and safety from the volcanoes for years to come.
So when they found out that Isobel was ticklish they were overjoyed. She turned out to be more exceptionally ticklish that anyone in the tribe or anyone they had ever met from other, more ticklish tribes.
It wasn't entirely by accident they discovered her ticklishness. One evening telling stories they made her laugh with some hilarious acting out of events and to the tickle shamen that laugh was a clear indication of how delightful it would be to tickle her. It sounded as her laugh tickled her itself.
Over the next few days tribal maidens would sneak quick tickles in during whatever was happening. Isobel always reacted with her delicious giggle and her lovely squirming and wriggling, never saying stop or don't do that. They gradually began to tickle her more often during games and exercises. After not long, each day featured full on tickle games that lasted for hours. Hide and Tickle, Tickle Chase, Tickle the Totem (where one of the girls has to pretend to be the top tier of the ticklish totem - a short totem pole especially made for this game - white the others tease her with feathers while she tries her best to keep still and not laugh). Isobel loves to tickle as well as be tickled so she loved these games and became one of the tribe's favourite ticklers.
Extra curricular tickles were common too. Suddenly during chores a whole gang would chase Isobel into the forest squealing, catch her, pin her down and rub giggle berries all over her, put fuzzy pricklers in her loincloth, and tickle her hard and long, rendering her completely tickled senseless, laughing for ages after they stopped.
One evening her two best friends, tribal beauties almost as ticklish as she was herself, came in to her hut after a particularly long ad-hoc pin and tickle session, to find her relieving her unbearable arousal while trying to tickle herself in the waist and ribs. Isobel blushed thinking she had been discovered doing something she*shouldn't. But the girls smiled to her and offered to help by tickling her properly while leaving her hands free to delight herself as she wanted.
It was the best climax she had ever remembered - well, the best four climaxes, actually, in quite quick succession. The girls didn't stop tickling her after her first obvious release, they continued tickling all through her orgasm, one giving her delicious gargelesis of her waist, ribs, and underarms, the second a perfectly rendered tickling of the soles of her feet.
Isobel's laughing aroused the others so much that they each had their turn being tickled and climaxing until they lay on the floor of the hut exhausted, still laughing. Isobel could still feel the tickling all over her.
Anyway, I digress.
When they explained that they wanted her to be their tickle offering she was overjoyed and agreed straight away. That night she couldn't sleep for excitement and had to go and find her two friends for some night-time tickle games. They were themselves very excited for the festival and were very happy when Isobel came into their hut asking for a good tickling.
Part of the beginning of the festival is for Isobel to be relieved of her already scant clothing, given a pretty flower headdress, and five minute's head start before the tribal elite ticklers chase after her.
The part they didn't tell her is that all around the village are these natural tickle traps. Small gullies with a large pitcher plant at the bottom. The mouth of the gully is hidden by*dense foliage. The native name of the large plant at the bottom of the gully roughly translates to "A Thousand Goddess Tickling Fingers Trap".
As expected Isobel fell through the covered entrance but caught herself and just managed to hold on with her fingertips - she doesn't realise this is part of the game of course - This situation isn't going to last much longer though. As you can see there some peculiar creatures that live together with the Tickling Fingers plant. They have strong legs that grip the rubbery surface of the plant and brush-like mandibles that clean it parasites and suchlike. The creatures eat the parasites and other things and are rewarded by sweet nectar from the the plant's pitcher.
The commotion of Isobel coming through the foliage has interested them and they are currently crawling over her naked body tickling her dreadfully with their little feet. They are also using their brushy mandibles on her skin, which as you can imagine is unbearably ticklish. They have realised that if they brush her skin they get to eat the exfoliated skin so are quite happy to give poor Isobel a good going over.
Her poor little foot, that is just holding on by her one big tippy toe, while already being very tickled by the creature climbing over it is about to start getting brushed by another one. At that point Isobel will not be able to hold on and will fall into the loving clutches of the Thousand Tickling Fingers plant.
At that point she will find out why it is called that. You might be able to see that the inside of the pitcher is lined with thousands of small firm rubber nodules. Once the pitcher closes around Isobel, trapping her completely, it will begin running these nodules all over every bit of her body that is inside the plant, massaging the sap into her pores, tickling her in a way she has never known before. Any parts of her left outside the plant will receive more ticklish exfoliation form the attendant creatures.
This is the preparation for her long days and nights of being a tickle offering. Once the ticklers catch up with her and enjoy watching her going mad with tickles in the plant, they will help her out and take her back the the ritual hut, all the while making sure sure never stops feeling tickled, feeding her the sap while she is unable to resist from laughing. The sap is, of course, a mild hallucinogen and infuses her entire body with more ticklishness than she thought possible.
Over the next few days Isobel will never stop laughing. after the second day she will feel as if she is completely made from ticklishness and nothing else. This is the point of the ceremony. The offering becomes the very essence of tickling, becomes one with the goddess.
The girls told the high priestess of how the tickling affected Isobel and of their nocturnal ticklegasm games and the delighted priestess has incorporated this into the ceremony proceedings. Without stopping Isobel's relentless tickling she will be periodically orgasmed by the temple pleasure mistress.
They are already planning to ask Isobel to join their temple as a new priestess. They have never met anyone with such a glorious capacity for being tickled and who loves all facets of tickling as much as Isobel.
Another episode of plant and creature tickling fun for Isobel Baxter.
While researching tropical fauna for her latest assignment Isobel became involved with a local tribe, Unbeknown to her, their goddess demanded sacrifices by tickling *the most ticklish members of the tribe *for days on end. If they could cajole an outsider to be their tickle offering that was even better. A beautiful foreigner from an far away unknown land? That would ensure a bountiful harvest and safety from the volcanoes for years to come.
So when they found out that Isobel was ticklish they were overjoyed. She turned out to be more exceptionally ticklish that anyone in the tribe or anyone they had ever met from other, more ticklish tribes.
It wasn't entirely by accident they discovered her ticklishness. One evening telling stories they made her laugh with some hilarious acting out of events and to the tickle shamen that laugh was a clear indication of how delightful it would be to tickle her. It sounded as her laugh tickled her itself.
Over the next few days tribal maidens would sneak quick tickles in during whatever was happening. Isobel always reacted with her delicious giggle and her lovely squirming and wriggling, never saying stop or don't do that. They gradually began to tickle her more often during games and exercises. After not long, each day featured full on tickle games that lasted for hours. Hide and Tickle, Tickle Chase, Tickle the Totem (where one of the girls has to pretend to be the top tier of the ticklish totem - a short totem pole especially made for this game - white the others tease her with feathers while she tries her best to keep still and not laugh). Isobel loves to tickle as well as be tickled so she loved these games and became one of the tribe's favourite ticklers.
Extra curricular tickles were common too. Suddenly during chores a whole gang would chase Isobel into the forest squealing, catch her, pin her down and rub giggle berries all over her, put fuzzy pricklers in her loincloth, and tickle her hard and long, rendering her completely tickled senseless, laughing for ages after they stopped.
One evening her two best friends, tribal beauties almost as ticklish as she was herself, came in to her hut after a particularly long ad-hoc pin and tickle session, to find her relieving her unbearable arousal while trying to tickle herself in the waist and ribs. Isobel blushed thinking she had been discovered doing something she*shouldn't. But the girls smiled to her and offered to help by tickling her properly while leaving her hands free to delight herself as she wanted.
It was the best climax she had ever remembered - well, the best four climaxes, actually, in quite quick succession. The girls didn't stop tickling her after her first obvious release, they continued tickling all through her orgasm, one giving her delicious gargelesis of her waist, ribs, and underarms, the second a perfectly rendered tickling of the soles of her feet.
Isobel's laughing aroused the others so much that they each had their turn being tickled and climaxing until they lay on the floor of the hut exhausted, still laughing. Isobel could still feel the tickling all over her.
Anyway, I digress.
When they explained that they wanted her to be their tickle offering she was overjoyed and agreed straight away. That night she couldn't sleep for excitement and had to go and find her two friends for some night-time tickle games. They were themselves very excited for the festival and were very happy when Isobel came into their hut asking for a good tickling.
Part of the beginning of the festival is for Isobel to be relieved of her already scant clothing, given a pretty flower headdress, and five minute's head start before the tribal elite ticklers chase after her.
The part they didn't tell her is that all around the village are these natural tickle traps. Small gullies with a large pitcher plant at the bottom. The mouth of the gully is hidden by*dense foliage. The native name of the large plant at the bottom of the gully roughly translates to "A Thousand Goddess Tickling Fingers Trap".
As expected Isobel fell through the covered entrance but caught herself and just managed to hold on with her fingertips - she doesn't realise this is part of the game of course - This situation isn't going to last much longer though. As you can see there some peculiar creatures that live together with the Tickling Fingers plant. They have strong legs that grip the rubbery surface of the plant and brush-like mandibles that clean it parasites and suchlike. The creatures eat the parasites and other things and are rewarded by sweet nectar from the the plant's pitcher.
The commotion of Isobel coming through the foliage has interested them and they are currently crawling over her naked body tickling her dreadfully with their little feet. They are also using their brushy mandibles on her skin, which as you can imagine is unbearably ticklish. They have realised that if they brush her skin they get to eat the exfoliated skin so are quite happy to give poor Isobel a good going over.
Her poor little foot, that is just holding on by her one big tippy toe, while already being very tickled by the creature climbing over it is about to start getting brushed by another one. At that point Isobel will not be able to hold on and will fall into the loving clutches of the Thousand Tickling Fingers plant.
At that point she will find out why it is called that. You might be able to see that the inside of the pitcher is lined with thousands of small firm rubber nodules. Once the pitcher closes around Isobel, trapping her completely, it will begin running these nodules all over every bit of her body that is inside the plant, massaging the sap into her pores, tickling her in a way she has never known before. Any parts of her left outside the plant will receive more ticklish exfoliation form the attendant creatures.
This is the preparation for her long days and nights of being a tickle offering. Once the ticklers catch up with her and enjoy watching her going mad with tickles in the plant, they will help her out and take her back the the ritual hut, all the while making sure sure never stops feeling tickled, feeding her the sap while she is unable to resist from laughing. The sap is, of course, a mild hallucinogen and infuses her entire body with more ticklishness than she thought possible.
Over the next few days Isobel will never stop laughing. after the second day she will feel as if she is completely made from ticklishness and nothing else. This is the point of the ceremony. The offering becomes the very essence of tickling, becomes one with the goddess.
The girls told the high priestess of how the tickling affected Isobel and of their nocturnal ticklegasm games and the delighted priestess has incorporated this into the ceremony proceedings. Without stopping Isobel's relentless tickling she will be periodically orgasmed by the temple pleasure mistress.
They are already planning to ask Isobel to join their temple as a new priestess. They have never met anyone with such a glorious capacity for being tickled and who loves all facets of tickling as much as Isobel.
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