A story a friend of mine helped me write a few years back, hope you all enjoy.
The neighborhood in the countryside was very wonderful, with lots of nature around. There were flowers blooming, trees spanning, and a lot of natural areas to take a walk in since most of this place was old farmland. It wasn't out of the ordinary to find old barns and farm houses for sale, especially since a lot of this land was seldom used for farming anymore. Most of the people had moved away, but a lot of them had retired and still lived in the countryside. Some new homes are built in the area, but some old homes still stand without any buyers because of how old they are, even though they're pretty big and quaint.
One of those houses, the Whisper Wind Farm, which had documents that said it was built in the 1800s. Now being abandoned for at least ten years, it's hard to find any buyers who even want to tear down the property since it has land surrounding it that's too hard to build on, and with little value. A swamp in one corner, and hilly unstable terrain on the next. Any big projects would be too hard with construction equipment and anything bigger than the house and its attached barn wouldn't be worth it. Of course, Jenny is excited. Jenny is a real estate agent who finally replaced the "For Sale" sign on the front, putting a sticker that said "SOLD" on it. She smiled, knowing that all the hard work she put to redecorating the interior paid off. It was definitely strange since most contractors she hired quit after a short time saying they heard things in the house, or complaining that the work they did was messed up on occasion. She managed to suppress rumors from locals who said it was haunting by threatening to sue, and now she had finally sold the house.
Personally, nobody at her real estate firm knew anyone who'd want to live there. It was a nice place, but it'd need a bit of work. For the most part, the electricity worked fine but some spaces like the attic weren't properly insulated, and there was always an infestation of weeds out back making gardening a chore. If anything, the internet and service reception was spotty at best in that corner of the countryside, but Jenny was only thinking of the money and her commission she'd make on the sale of this house. She smelled the promotion already.
Finally, she went and stuck a note congratulating Miss Kenzie for her new purchase on the front door, along with the old set of keys to different parts of the house that were usually inaccessible, such as the crawlspace and attic. A bunch of other stickie notes were in the house to help her figure out where things were, and warning her that there was admittedly some cluttered junk left in the attic and other parts of the room. Oh well, isn't that part of the charm of moving into an old house?
As the house stood there, waiting for the new owner, there were noises that would grow from whispers in the night. It had been free of anyone invading it for so long, but now it looked like someone else would be coming into the house and needing a hard lesson from laughter. Without her knowing, something or some "things" watched Kenzie walk to the house front from inside.
Kenzie sighed and opened the front door, and was instantly hit with the smell of dust and musk. She has finally moved out of her parents house. Sure the house wasn’t the nicest, sure it was old. But it was hers. She put her bag down in the floor and went to explore a bit. As she looked around she made notes to herself. She would have to work on the weeds out back for sure. She needed to find a new, cheap refrigerator because this one was WAY too loud. Small things here and there.
After surveying the house. She looked at her phone and saw her sister Gianna had texted her, saying to celebrate they should get drinks. Kenzie excitedly got changed into her tight jeans, black crop top shirt, she always likes exposing her stomach. Finishing up she threw on white ankle socks and low cut white converse sneakers, and she went out the front door and hopped in her car, and drove off to the bar.
After Kenzie's intrusion into the house, she went ahead and got comfortable. No doubt she surveyed it like anyone else who came before her, but little did she know she was also being surveyed too. It wasn't all the time, but in some of the rooms, within the walls, an angry group of small entities watched her. Some folklore called them imps. Some would call them gnomes. Others might even call them brownies.
These short creatures were often free to do as they wanted in this giant house, which was like a castle to them. They freely came out and frolicked at night or whenever no one was here, which for them was quite often since they had this house to themselves for a long time. Recently, however, pesky humans had decided to intrude on their short-lived freedom, and in all these gnomes' centuries of living, they decided to do the same thing they did to drive out the unwanted tenants.
"She's so big."
"They all are."
"What should we do? Set her clothes on fire?"
"Too risky, not since last time."
"How about scaring her away?"
"That could work, but we need to do more. Wait wait - shh!"
As they spied on Kenzie, they eventually saw her look excitedly at her phone. It was a common thing weird humans did these days, but they didn't care. The gnomes wore outfits that were stereotypical of lawn gnomes that others put up to ward off the pesky creatures. They had old-fashioned trousers, vests, shoes, and large hats that almost covered their bodies entirely. Sometimes they even wore tribal, angry masks with all sorts of expressions to hide their faces. They mostly fashioned what they could, but like dwarves of ancient myths, they could seemingly fashion anything from nothing, and were able to extract materials nobody else could hope to possess given their amazing craftsmanship. These dwarves used to be kindred spirits who would take care of the house for the owners when they were away and do chores, but now they had become spiteful to invaders who threatened their way of living.
Once Kenzie changed into her new outfit, they spotted several weaknesses and decided that it was best to deal with her the same way they had to other invaders.
"The giant's leaving in their strange contraption, again."
"Should we stop?"
"Oooh, but what if they return?"
"Yes, what if?"
"No, I haven't seen them before."
"Still, we can prepare the trap!"
"Aye, prepare prepare!"
Eventually, the gnomes ran amok the house, going through the tiny spaces in the walls and crawling over the wooden beams of the high ceiling. They watched from their meticulous spots and outposts, wandering around the house and making sure to examine Kenzie's room. They made sure to look for anything she brought with her or left behind, examining it because of their curiosity.
The gnomes then decided to split up into group, with some of them watching the doors to give any signal in case more giants should come. They had the ability to lock the doors and get them stuck to prevent escapees, and they would also make sure to trap foolish Kenzie. In her would-be bedroom, they worked hard and peeled off some of the wallpaper that the former interior workers had put up. Now with some of the wallpaper in Kenzie's room peeling in a corner, it looked bad... but it also showed a tiny door leading into a dark crawlspace she could go into. As if that wasn't enough, just barely sticking out under the tiny door was what looked to be an antique gold coin.
"Hee hee hee, humans are so greedy."
"Especially giant women; they are so fools."
"Wait in here and we can trap her," they whispered.
They got their special tools for the task, now just waiting and wondering. Most hoped she wouldn't come back.
Kenzie met her sister at the bar, and enjoyed plenty of shots and mixed drinks. Kenzie was an attractive girl, short, athletic, long blonde hair that reached a little beyond her neck. She was thinking about all the new things she could do now that she was free of her parents house.
“Kenzie!” Her sister Gianna said, and Kenzie snapped back to reality.
“You were dazing off again, you have to stop doing that!” Gianna jokingly poked her older sister in her ribs, making Kenzie giggle and wince away. She was always ticklish, and she couldn’t stand being tickled.
The two girls say their goodbyes, and Kenzie hopped back into her car, and drove the long way back to her new home. Tiredly, she opened the front door and looked around. Something seemed,, different about the place. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She opened her loud fridge and took out a bottle of water, and took a swig. She was tired, but she didn’t want to sleep yet. She still had to put things away in her bedroom.
As she headed upstairs, she noticed the floors creaking. She would have to add that to her list. Opening the door to her bedroom she looked around. She grabbed her suitcase and placed it on the bed, and began to slowly take out shirts and pants, socks, and fold them neatly. She took out her blanket and sheets and put them on the bed. As she put in her AirPods, she caught in her side vision something shiny. She looked down and saw what looked like a weird coin, and... oh for Christ sake, the wallpaper was messed up!. She got on her knees to examine the damage, and saw a small door, just big enough for her to fit. She carefully opened the small door, and was greeted with darkness. She held up her phone flashlight, and began to crawl into it, curious to where it leads....
As soon as Kenzie opened the trap door and proceeded inside, the gnomes eagerly shook with anticipation. They were sure their plan was all but settled since the greedy giant was entering the cave. Humans alone could be scary, but these crafty gnomes had gotten the art of taking humans down to an art. Their size meant nothing when they were stuck close to the floor in a small, cramped area that the gnomes could otherwise move perfectly fine in.
"Now," one of them said to the other gnomes as Kenzie was getting too deep into the tunnel.
Inside the crawl space, it was actually fairly clean. Suspiciously clean even. It's not like it was spared from much dust, but there were (thankfully) no spider webs or anything of note, just creaky wood with possible termite damage and suspiciously, some rope strewn about in there. Maybe the construction workers left this here? Her shiny phone flashlight would illuminate more gold, from rings and coins to earrings and a few other trinkets that were hidden. Left behind by other owners in a secret hiding spot that was all hers. Unfortunately for Kenzie, now she was going to be the gnomes' victim.
Just as Kenzie's black crop top and tight jeans disappeared into the crawlspace, the ropes slithered against her legs and began to wrap up as the gnomes inside jumped onto her legs, tying her up. Before she could do anything, her jeans were basically tied up and the gnomes used the tiny nails they crafted by hand to bind the ropes to the wood. They would probably hold Kenzie if she didn't thrash too much, and it would be hard when she was stuck in the crawlspace. They were still struggling to get hold of the giant though.
"Get her feet secure!" they all chanted.
All the gnomes outside grabbed hold of Kenzie's ankles. Because Kenzie had left her clothes on the bed, the craft gnomes used them and with their quick work and synergy, they used her socks and clothes to tie knots around Kenzie's ankles, making it awkward for her to find any perch. They hoped to make it so that her feet couldn't find any perch and unable to squeeze back out.
"Pull! Heave! Ho!" they all chimed in, and they tugged on her shoelaces.
While this was going on, Kenzie would find the walls inside of the tunnel come alive. Even with her phone flashlight, she couldn't see the devious gnomes hiding in the spots under the crawlspace's wooden boards, or the sides. Now they opened up their makeshift trapdoors as she passed by, wielding their tickle tools. Tiny feathers plucked from a feather duster reached up to tickle Kenzie's exposed neck while she couldn't really reach back or look beneath her. Her Airpods probably didn't help since she couldn't hear the gnomes, but to make things worse the crawlspace was thin enough that if her arms were outstretched she couldn't pull them back down or to her sides.
"Tickle, tickle, stupid giant!" one of the gnomes exclaimed with glee.
Through the tiny holes of the side of the crawlspace, feathers would come out and tickle Kenzie's exposed sides and trying to slide over her tummy. The feathers were like ostrich feathers, pheasant feathers, and other long thin feathers that would be used to tickle torture the greedy giant. The gnomes continued to tickle Kenzie just s the gnomes finished tying her legs up, weighing her down and keeping her there.
Her feet were going to be bared soon, but it was going to take some work. Instead of the shoelaces, the gnomes began to get creative and get their craftsmen to remove her shoes in any way possible. One of the gnomes got a pair of scissors and coordinated some people to cut her shoelaces instead. Another gnome brought a large horseshoe magnet, humorously commanding other gnomes to use it on her left shoe to try and pull out the metal fastenings of her sole to rip her shoe open to get at her feet. It was a work in progress, but Kenzie would be struggling for a while
Kenzie's shaking definitely caught some of the gnomes off guard, but they were at least prepared for the thrashing to be offset thanks to the cramped crawlspace and ropes. The feathers continued, and slowly the gnomes cheered and jeered as Kenzie could fully hear them without her airpods. Some more ropes tightened as they tried to get at Kenzie's wrists, fighting for control of her hands. This wouldn't be easy as the gnomes were relying on the small space of the crawl area but they would be heaving and trying to tie loose knots to limit Kenzie's hands.
"Tickle her belly! Her belly is most sensitive," one of the gnomes said.
The feather would trace from RIGHT UNDER Kenzie's belly as a feather peered through a small hole in the flooring of the crawlspaces, tickling her belly.
"No, over here!"
The other feather tickled Kenzie's neck, trying to get her head to thrash around and keep her unfocused on her hands.
"Tickle her ears! Humans have sensitive ears," they giggled as they witnessed her comparatively big ears, at least to a gnome.
The feathers slowly began to tickle Kenzie's whole trapped body in the crawlspace, surprisingly focusing on her face with the feathers spreading to tickle her cheeks, her nose, and one of the daring gnomes under Kenzie reached up with their spear-like feather and tickled her chin. She was under full tickle assualt!
As for her feet, the gnomes had yielded results. Kenzie's poor converse sneakers defended her ticklish feet valiantly, but they could only take so much abuse. The magnet had worked, and slowly all the tiny metal pieces holding Kenzie's sole from the inside was starting to get pulled out. The magnet's power thanks to the gnomes' craftsmanship pulled so hard that the sole seemed to just POP right out! Now, Kenzie's size left foot was exposed, well, as exposed as a socked foot could be.
Her left foot was now a prisoner since the converse sneaker was still covering her foot, but the sole was peeled off from the heel, but her toes were still covered since they were closer to the ground. The gnomes got to work again, using their tiny nails to hammer the peeled sole into the ground, now exposing one of Kenzie's feet. They examined her socks and tried tickling her with feathers to test the waters, but given they used some of her socks to tie her ankles they knew they would need something stronger.
Makeshift rakes and spears were poking and tickling Kenzie's left foot, poking her socked foot and tickling the woman helplessly. Her other shoe had some of its shoelaces cut slightly, but not completely since she kept moving around. Eventually the gnomes abandoned the plan temporarily to help keep the other foot held and find out how to tickle torture her
Kenzie’s blue eyes shot open wide as she felt her ears, her chin, belly, her neck, all being assaulted at once. “Please stop! I can’t take it! Hahahahahahahaha!” She begged through peals of ticklish laughter she was in hell, and she didn’t even know what these things were that were tickle torturing her.
She gasped as she felt her converse sole pop off, feeling a slight breeze on her socked foot bottom. That’s as of course before she felt tiny objects poking and scratching her socked foot. “Not my feet! Anywhere but my feeheet!” Kenzie laughed as her socked sole was tormented. These little creatures were pros at making her laugh. As she laughed, she saw one of them standing in front of her face, observing her.
“Whahahat are you?!” Kenzie managed to blurt out before falling back into tortured laughter.
The gnomes were now trying to work in high-gear. As the lone gnome stood in front of Kenzie allowing her a look at it, it spoke in a language she couldn't understand. Clearly, it was sinister as it waved around and commanded the other ones, and slowly brought up its own feather which had a long stem and a fluffy end. It held its feather from afar, tickling Kenzie and trying to follow her head movements as were the other gnomes.
Even if Kenzie didn't get good looks at them, she could now say for certain that she was familiar with them since they were crawling in the walls and under her. Whether it was glimpses of them in view, or the sound of them, they were moving around to tickle her in ways she couldn't imagine.
As for her belly, more gnomes seemed to combine efforts to raise feathers and brush under her belly, experimenting to tickle her tummy. More feathers, big and small, were tickling her skin since she had an exposed crop top. It was a relief for the wide-eyed blonde to get a break, but even then her face still had that pesky long feather tickling it as it aimed for her chin and ears to keep her from being able to keep a straight face. If she tried to move her head down, there'd be at least one or two gnomes to reach up and tickle her chin, not to mention they still tugged on her wrists to hope to get her. All of this thrashing, tickling, and binding was a cycle since the gnomes holding the ropes had to put in new nails to replace the old ones Kenzie was knocking loose with her shaking.
Her foot was another story. Since her left foot was now a prisoner in its own shoe, the gnomes were tickling her with an assortment of tools. Just a few of the gnomes tried to find objects from Kenzie's luggage, if any, that they could use for themselves. Her socked foot was also assaulted by the teeny tiny gnomes' fingers, all clamoring and peering through the thick material of her sock as some of them even tried to pull it off but it wasn't going to happen. Her socks were too long and it would take a combined effort to pull them off right now.
That is, until they used the scissors. As the gnomes pulled on the heel of Kenzie's sock, the others used the scissors to get the material caught in between and cut it, creating a nice, round hole in Kenzi'e socked left foot around the heel. The gnomes were getting smarter and capitalized on this, while they still poked and tickled Kenzie's left foot with their tools. There was, however, more focus shifting to the hole to tickle Kenzie's bare left heel as the gnomes danced with glee. They were going to tickle Kenzie silly!
“NO! Not that! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” A whole new wave of ticklish feeling swept through Kenzie’s body as she felt her now bare heel being tickled by dozens of tiny fingers, sticks, takes, anything. Her bare feet were her absolute worst spot, and she could never take it. There was a reason why she rarely got pedicures.
Her face made weird faces, her nose crinkling and eyes darting side to side, trying in any desperate way to escape that feather teasing her gaze. It’s like the gnome knew her tickle spots, her ears were her secret tickle spot, and somehow they had found that out easily.
“Stop! I’ll do anything!” Kenzie yelped as she her belly was ravished with feathers. She tried sucking in as much as possible, but the laughter made it impossible. She had to get out of here!
"Keep tickling her!" they said to each other. "The giant is almost out of breath!"
"Tickle her until she screams!" another cheered.
Kenzie's left foot was an uphill battle, slowly coming through and making the gnomes more and more excited. They could see her feet poking out of the crawl space, tickling her and being happy when her feet quivered as much as they could in her shoes. Even outside of the space, Kenzie's muffled laughter was loud enough to be heard and the gnomes knew they hit a gold mine. Most of the giants had extremely ticklish feet anyways.
The two gnomes searching through Kenzie's luggage looked to see if there was anything, finding only more of her clothes that she was going through. The little kleptomaniacs couldn't help but to keep looking through her luggage since they hoped for useful valuables or even new tools to replace their old ones as tickle tools. The laughter of the giant meant it was a good time to plunder her belongings.
As for Kenzie's poor foot, now that a hole in her sock was formed, it was bound to grow bigger. The gnomes did the same strategy, teasing the foot with rakes and sticks to tickle the sides and arch of her big socked foot, The open hole would be pulled and slowly torn open more and more, letting people get at Kenzie's soft, extremely ticklish bare foot with their feathers now and that didn't mean their fingers and staves had to take a break. They knew her soles were the most ticklish part of her body now with her reactions and they were going to make poor Kenzie absolutely explode with laughter.
Her ankles were firmly tied now, kept still as her feet were offered no way out. The gnomes outside the crawl space had successfully made sure to keep Kenzie in. Unfortunately, some of the gnomes inside the crawl space weren't doing such a good job. While a lot were having fun tickling Kenzie, teasing her belly and making her dance around, they had another unintended, unknown effect. The other gnome in front of her tickled her chin, laughing and mocking her through his mask as she made tons of silly faces. As if seeing who could make Kenzie's face the silliest, two MORE feathers peered through the holes in the sides, targeting Kenzie's ears on each side. One of them brushed and tickled the contours of Kenzie's left ear, and the other tried to tickle behind her ear to the ear lobe and even towards the neck. This was easier said than done since her thrashing around and her hair hindered them.
With every movement Kenzie made, some more of the tiny nails were coming out of the ropes they were supposed to bind to the wood! Frantically, the group of gnomes whose job it was to keep them in kept putting in new ones, and their supply was qickly dwindling, meaning they had to reuse their old screws in the dimly-lit crawlspace while the giant was shaking around all over in a ticklish frenzy! It was making a lot of the nails get bent when they were reused over and over. They could only take so much!
Thankfully, the gnomes knew Kenzie was laughing like an idiot and would probably lose the energy to fight, letting them tickle her as they pleased. Hopefully Kenzie wouldn't be tickled in a spot that made her totally jump and give her new energy to fight and loosen the bonds, especially since more gnomes were interested in her phone or airpods. The spotty service in the house came back to bite Kenzie in the butt since she was way out here in need of help.
Kenzie’s face continued to contort into funny faces, she couldn’t help it, the feathers were teasing her, and now she felt them in her ears! “Get out Get out of my ears!” Kenzie screamed as she felt the soft touches pestering her earlobes. She gritted her teeth and tried to pull herself up, and actually felt some give from her restraints. She tried to kick her legs and feet, and her right foot was actually coming loose!
“GET OFF MY FOOT! HAHAHAHAHA!” Kenzie screamed in ticklish laughter, the only merciful thought in her head was that they hadn’t found her worst tickle spot, the spot that would break her instantly, in between her toes. She felt her sick becoming more and more destroyed, exposing more of her ticklish foot bottom. She wouldn’t be able to take much more, but if she could only manage to break out...
Most of the gnomes were cheering loudly at their supposed victory. Kenzie was already being tickled, and her belly and sides were a huge focus. Because of her choice in wearing a crop top, most of the gnomes were already tickling her below, unaware that Kenzie was actually getting more loose. She was shaking for sure, but they assumed it was like how she tried to suck in her tummy earlier.
As the ropes and tiny nails began to come undone, the gnomes began a panic and tried to wave over some help. Fortunately, the gnome tickling Kenzie's chin stopped and tried to rally a few others to help hold down the ropes, but it was too late. Even at the rate they were repairing the bonds, they were still tiny gnomes at the end of the day and with most gnomes focused on Kenzie's belly, it looked to be the worst. Having no choice, the gnomes called as many of the others as they could, taking some away from Kenzie's belly leaving a few feathers to stick into her belly button and brush around. Even with more help, they couldn't fix the problem of having less nails to bind the ropes down into the wood. With less ticklers tickling Kenzie's midsection she was giving the gnomes even more of a hard time since she had some semblance of focus to pull on the ropes.
Outside, the gnomes were none the wiser. They had basically broken Kenzie's left shoe entirely and were starting to pull her sock off! Her right shoe was mostly in tact, but without the sole of Kenzie's left shoe it was basically a weird floppy useless article. The sock was starting to have more holes than swiss cheese, and as the gnomes used their feathers, they traced it over the soft skin of her sole.
"Tickle, tickle!" some of them laughed together.
The feather tickled Kenzie's heel, tickling her up and down as it stroked her heel down to her arch and the ball of her foot, going up again. Little by little, the last little pieces of the sole that held onto Kenzie' shoe was starting to become ripped off, totally exposing her toes now! The gnomes poked at the sock section covering her toes, and eventually they began to pull her sock, tearing it even more so that her toes stuck out of it and her thick sock was useless to protect her foot. Fingers, feathers, and tools tickled Kenzie's big foot, but it didn't take long for some gnomes who had no space to tickle to veer down to her big toe, teasing it and just under the big toe. Little did they know Kenzie was about to make a storm with the hope to escape.
Luckily for the gnomes, when Kenzie had gotten into her house from the bar, they'd reworked the inner mechanisms of the doors to be stuck in a lock, and filled up the keyholes so she couldn't escape outside the house. Even the windows were still nailed down - and she was none the wiser. The only place to escape to might be the isolated attic for shelter.
The second Kenzie felt her toes being poked, she gained strength. A big adrenaline boost. Pushing off her stomach, she managed to free her midriff. She began to wiggle, and soon her left socked popped up, sending the gnomes that were on it tumbling off her. She quickly wiggled out of the dreaded crawlspace, her hair a mess, her make up smeared, but she was determined to get out of this house from hell.
Standing up, she realized her left shoe was destroyed, it no time to stop and take it off. Seeing gnomes around her she kicked at them, and made a run for the front door. She got to the door and struggled to pull it open. Screaming she tried again and again, but the door was budged. She decided to try a window, but found them nailed shut. She didn’t know where to go, and she could hear the horse of gnomes freoinfncloser to her...
It was a very crazy event, at least from the gnomes' perspective. Kenzie was quite a fighter and it seemed like they were all set to tickle her without issue. That is, until they made the equally helpful and equally frightening discovery of just how ticklish her toes were. Once Kenzie got her motivation, it was too hard to get her back in order. Now, she had already come out of the crawlspace, with the gnomes in disarray. Most ran while some held onto the ropes or bondage hoping to slow her down to no avail.
Even with one of her shoes torn, Kenzie still kicked away and made sure to keep the gnomes at bay. They grabbed their tools and were at the ready, but none could get close to Kenzie even with her hair and face a mess, making her look like some ridiculous she-beast. The gnomes backed away as Kenzie ran out, hoping to escape even though the gnomes weren't content just letting her get away so easily. They followed her, even with their small sizes as they hoped to get her.
Kenzie would quickly find her plans to escape thwarted, but she had an advantage in her size and speed. While the gnomes were easily quicker than her in reflexes and moving around, she could certainly outrun them and pace wherever she wanted around the house. As Kenzie failed to open a window, a few gnomes dropped down onto her from above, grabbing onto her hair and giving her a quick ticklish assault with their own feathers. Her ear was briefly tickled before the gnome jumped off her shoulder onto a nearby shelf. The other grabbed onto the thread of her crop top, tickling her side while another gnome grabbed the hem of her tight jeans to tickle her belly as it dangled with one arm in the middle. They were obviously stalling while other gnomes hoped to get Kenzie.
Some of them threw makeshift grapple hooks, with one of them getting caught on her left shoe's laces. They pulled and tried to fend Kenzie off, but knew they were seriously outmatched with the giant's strength. It seemed like a lot of gnomes were even retreating, but before Kenzie knew it there was a distinct sound:
a ringing noise
Her phone! A pair of gnomes was seen going up one of the small wooden stairs directly to the attic, and there was the light of her phone too. Maybe it was Kenzie's sister calling, and she could get some help by locking herself in a safe space. While the gnomes continued to throw things at Kenzie's feet, some trying to get a hold of her, one of the same small groups of gnomes used a magnet again to try and pull on Kenzie's left shoe, trying to make her lose balance.
Kenzie perked up when she heard the phone ring, she quickly ran towards the stairs, despite the numerous attempts the gnomes were doing to knock her over, she reaches the stairs, and quickly runs up them, back to her room. She sees her phone still ringing on the floor, and quickly answers it.
“Gianna, you have to help me! Send police, send anybody, their tickling me!” Kenzie screams into phone, only for her sister to answer her that she is breaking up and can’t here her. “Gianna don’t come here, whatever you do!” Kenzie says into the phone, before it dies in her hand. Unfortunately for Kenzie, the only thing her little sister heard was “Come here.”
Kenzie threw her phone in anger and tried to find a place she could hide out. She figures the high ground would be the safest, since there is less way gnomes could attack her. She begins her climb up the static stairs. Batting away annoying gnomes that keep sneak tickling her, she finally reaches to top.
Kenzie bats away the gnomes and thwarts their plan, making it into the attic. As she finally gets to her safe space, more and more gnomes realize that Kenzie has stumbled into their main home, the place where the rest of the gnomes are. Realizing that all of the gnomes are going to have their homes jeopardized, the gnomes begin to call horns that are heard and now a scary, hushed silence falls over the house as the sound of the horns travel through pipes and cracks in the walls to reach the ears of other gnomes.
Their wives are also in the attic, and now Kenzie has attracted the attention of countless other devious eyes all trailed on her from the shadows. It's like a new atmosphere descended on the house, almost like how it was before Kenzie waltzed into it. It's too quiet, but it's clear the gnomes are out to get Kenzie. The best she can probably hope for is that her sister called the police to help her, knowing that even if help arrives it may take a while. That help wouldn't be coming, and the gnomes glare angrily at the greedy human, the defiant prey. Now they'll have to make sure she's caught firm and taken care of.
There are faint noises wherever Kenzie steps, creaks in the floor, and the occasional grunting of metal pipes. It's too dark and after Kenzie threw her phone away, she is left with little to no light at all. The best she can hope for are the few fireflies that snuck in through a hole that fly up and around occasionally, lighting up parts of the attic for Kenzie. Gnomes watch from the shadows on shelves and under cushions as they scurry away when Kenzie gets near or even has her blue eyes gaze their way. They all whisper to each other, making sure the giant's ears can't hear her. Unbeknownst to Kenzie, all the gnomes are flooding into the room and whispering the plan to other gnomes, using their secret codes after the horn signified them to stay quiet and hidden from the giant intruder. The situation is known, and they decide to use that to their advantage while Kenzie is given time to stumble around in the attic and look around, to make her think she's safe. All of the gnomes work together to prepare a trap, a tripwire and several lassos they have fashioned to try and catch Kenzie and trip her up where there are carpets ready to thickly roll her up.
Kenzie stumbles along in the dark, feeling the dust and wood floor underneath her holey sock. She doesn’t know where she is heading. If only she had her phone light on her still. She stops and listens. It was too quiet. Eerily quiet. She knew the gnomes were out there though. As she pushed her blonde hair out from eyes, she didn’t realize she had stepped into a trap.
“”What the!” Kenzie yells as she feels some sort of wire under her feet, making her fall on her back. She is momentarily stunned as she fees the air knocked out of her.
As Kenzie's ankles were caught in the tripwire and lassoes lashing out to further take her balance, it didn't take long for the giant to come down.
"Timber!" the sneaky gnomes smiled, having Kenzie's trajectory down by sheer calcualtion.
Once she fell onto her back onto the carpet, the dust practically brushed off of the old thing as countless gnomes who had previously kept themselves hidden now rushed out. Kenzie would see all sorts of lights turn on, from little matches being lit to tiny toys that glowed as she realized just how many dozens of gnomes were around her. There must have been at least a hundred watching her from the furniture to the ceiling's wooden beams! Poor Kenzie didn't have the luxury of thinking, let along being allowed to get up. With the wind knocked out of her, the combined force of countless gnomes pushing against one side of the carpet, as well as a few old RC bulldozer construction toys, worked together to push the edge of the carpet onto Kenzie and roll her right up!
It was like the floor was coming undone and Kenzie was forced around and around in disorienting circles, little did she know this was the plan of the gnomes. Now that she intruded in their home and in their "nest," she was going to pay for it dearly. She was rolled up in the carpet, and once the first loop happened it was super easy to keep the momentum going and rolling Kenzie round and round as she'd be disoriented spinning around. Even when she was completely rolled up in the carpet, they kept rolling her until she stopped against something. By now, Kenzie would be relieved that her belly was protected under the thick carpet. Of course, that meant her arms and legs were also firmly bound in the carpet, and only her head and feet were sticking out!
Now, Kenzie's carpet roll found itself being pushed and moved with more ropes and hooks that attached to the carpet, with some makeshift pulley systems lifting Kenzie's feet and pulling her ankles through a hole in an old bookshelf. With both of her feet stuck in one of the grand structures of the gnomes' attic, she was now stuck firmly in something that wouldn't come undone, and her shoelaces were already starting to feel the combined efforts of even more gnomes!
"This is what you get for ruining out home!"
"We were going to go easy on you girl, but now we'll tickle you to death!" she giggled.
"This is simple, her shoes are big but they're such poor quality. Pull this off..."
Now even the women joined in, annoyed that Kenzie made them shift their lovely home into a prison for her, especially after intruding in their house and causing havoc all over. Only a few gnomes were serving as lookouts outside the house if any, but they didn't think anyone would dare come to this house so soon. Needless to say, the real torture for Kenzie was going to begin. Her easy target, the old, worn, holey sock was tugged on by the gnomes' tiny fingers, each picking at it and tearing it off. They pulled until the ankle sock started to vacate leaving Kenzie's foot bare. Just to make sure none of her feet could protect each other though, they got out more tiny ropes that were a bit stretchable, and began to hammer in bulletin pins into the wall of the bookshelf to serve as anchors. They tied Kenzie's toes, tickling her extremely ticklish foot all the while, since it was flanked by stacks of books on either side to keep them still. Eventually, they had tied her big toe up and were thinking of tying the rest of her toes before a feather came to sweep and see how ticklish that foot was. As if that wasn't bad enough, they were already trying to pry off the other shoe after getting her shoelaces undone with ease. It would be a group effort to remove her shoes, and they would make a great decoration and a nice addition to the collection of shoes from other poor souls... or poor soles who had come into the house.
"Tickle her!" they all cheered.
Kenzie's face was also not spared as the feathers returned, angrier this time. Some gnomes tried to pin Kenzie's head firmly onto the ground too with a sort of headband as they tried to pin it down to the floor. It was wild work but they continued to use their long feathers to brush and tickle Kenzie's ears, neck, her chin, and where they could reach while her feet felt the first fingers on her bare heel. They pulled on the other shoe, trying to pull it off and make sure Kenzie couldn't keep it on.
Kenzie was still a little disoriented and dizzy from the wrapping treatment she had just gotten, but her head quickly cleared she felt her left foot being restrained. “No no no please! HAHAHAHA!” Kenzie shrieked as she felt dozens of little fingers messing around her deathly ticklish toes. She felt her head snap to the floor as saw dozens of gnomes jumping on her rolled up body, some heading towards her head with feathers.
She wrestled her head back and forth as hard as she could, but it was no use, the gnomes had somehow pinned her head to the floor. She was completely immobile, and at the mercy of some very upset gnomes. She shrieked and laughed as she set those damned feathers wiggling around her ears and neck again. She needed help.
"Heave! Ho! Heave! Ho!"
The gnomes chanted their signature sound of teamwork again, and soon enough poor Kenzie was just about to lose her other shoe. The right converse sneaker was being pulled but Kenzie's toes were still in it. As they pulled, a bunch of gnomes entered the open space of her heel and arch to vigorously tickle the stocked foot. Stroking with their fingers as they pushed their arms against the material, and even using the heads of tiny rakes to scrape at her sole, the other gnomes kept pulling the shoelaces to try and steal her sneaker. Eventually, once they would have Kenzie's other shoe they would cheer. It would only take pulling on her sock, a far easier task, to slide it off and leave both of her extremely ticklish feet bare. If only Kenzie knew that her shoes were going to be tied together by the laces, and left to dangle as if they were bot a trophy and a warning.
Kenzie was going to laugh herself silly, and the gnomes were going to enjoy every moment of it. While her head was helplessly playing a game of who could give her the silliest face with the feathers, the real work was being done on her feet. With her right foot's toes being tied, the fingers began to tickle under and in between each toe, as if they were playing this little piggy. Slowly Kenzie would lose even the ability for her to curl her toes as they were stretched out and held with the tiny makeshift bondage and her big feet would be on full display. The gnomes would take turns, using tools on her soles while the ones who sat on the stacks of books on either side of her feet could use them as a scaffolding and tickle her toes with their fingers however they pleased. Feathers flocked to the toes of her right foot while tools scraped the heel of her left, poking and trailing to the sides and the arch, like they were making a joke of her. It wasn't long until one of the gnomes brought an electric toothbrush they found from Kenzie's luggage and turned it on:
Bzzzzzzz
The low hum sounded and eventually they placed it on Kenzie's right foot, tickling the center of her arch and trying to lift it up with several gnomes. It was surprisingly heavy, but probably one of the best tickle torture devices they found, and they had the pride of saying they stole it from a giant!
"Tickle her, leave her no air to get in our way again!" they laughed.
"Coochie coo you stupid giant!"
Kenzie was now judged and sentenced to her ticklish fate, all wrapped up in an otherwise snug rug and her bare feet meant to take the ticklishness as the gnomes quickly discovered how sensitive she was.
Kenzie’s brain was exploding with ticklish sensations, it was unbearable. Her toes being assaulted with our even the luxury of wiggling them was hell for her. Her bare soles suffering the wrath of her own electric toothbrush sending devastating vibrations of ticklish agony to her brain, the girl could only please and scream. “PLEASE, I’m SORRY! HAHAHAHAHAHA ANYTHING BUT THAT! Oh oh, NO MORE TOES! Ahahahaha GEY AWAY FROM MY SOLES!” Kenzie’s screams of laughter were agonizing. She was beginning to have trouble breathing from laughing so hard.
Her face was being tormented, her mouth open wide in laughter, she couldn’t handle much more of this.
As poor Kenzie was stuck firmly in the trap, it was only a matter of time. Even the gnomes were laughing at her, mocking her predicament, as they brought the Hellish ticklish torment on her. They didn't let up anywhere as more and more evil gnomes joined in to try and tickle her. Feathers teased the back of her ears, sliding to and fro while others teased her cheeks and ear lobes. Some of them brushed and squiggled against her neck, her chin, and the sides of her face.
Her feet was where the rest of them were, tickling the other, more sensitive exposed part of her body. The electric toothbrush was weird to handle, but now they gnomes had it horizontally against Kenzie's foot. They lifted the top up and down at angles, swinging it in an arc as it tickled the edge of her heel, the middle of her arch, and just under her toes. The long-reaching feathers and tiny fingers of the captors were having their way, tickling Kenzie's toes as they wiggled and scribbled and flickered as much as they could. Wiggling around, they teased Kenzie while in contrast all of the other gnomes against her sole absolutely tickled her, making sure she felt every little tickle sensation. They weren't letting up, and they had their way tickling every square inch of the poor blonde's sole!
Kenzie laughed, and begged, but nothing was going to stop the gnomes ticklish assaulting on her bare feet. After hours of her soles and toes and ears being tickled, she finally laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe, and slumped over with a crazed grin on her face. Unfortunately, her sister Gianna was going to check on her the next day, and find herself suffering the same ticklish fate…
The neighborhood in the countryside was very wonderful, with lots of nature around. There were flowers blooming, trees spanning, and a lot of natural areas to take a walk in since most of this place was old farmland. It wasn't out of the ordinary to find old barns and farm houses for sale, especially since a lot of this land was seldom used for farming anymore. Most of the people had moved away, but a lot of them had retired and still lived in the countryside. Some new homes are built in the area, but some old homes still stand without any buyers because of how old they are, even though they're pretty big and quaint.
One of those houses, the Whisper Wind Farm, which had documents that said it was built in the 1800s. Now being abandoned for at least ten years, it's hard to find any buyers who even want to tear down the property since it has land surrounding it that's too hard to build on, and with little value. A swamp in one corner, and hilly unstable terrain on the next. Any big projects would be too hard with construction equipment and anything bigger than the house and its attached barn wouldn't be worth it. Of course, Jenny is excited. Jenny is a real estate agent who finally replaced the "For Sale" sign on the front, putting a sticker that said "SOLD" on it. She smiled, knowing that all the hard work she put to redecorating the interior paid off. It was definitely strange since most contractors she hired quit after a short time saying they heard things in the house, or complaining that the work they did was messed up on occasion. She managed to suppress rumors from locals who said it was haunting by threatening to sue, and now she had finally sold the house.
Personally, nobody at her real estate firm knew anyone who'd want to live there. It was a nice place, but it'd need a bit of work. For the most part, the electricity worked fine but some spaces like the attic weren't properly insulated, and there was always an infestation of weeds out back making gardening a chore. If anything, the internet and service reception was spotty at best in that corner of the countryside, but Jenny was only thinking of the money and her commission she'd make on the sale of this house. She smelled the promotion already.
Finally, she went and stuck a note congratulating Miss Kenzie for her new purchase on the front door, along with the old set of keys to different parts of the house that were usually inaccessible, such as the crawlspace and attic. A bunch of other stickie notes were in the house to help her figure out where things were, and warning her that there was admittedly some cluttered junk left in the attic and other parts of the room. Oh well, isn't that part of the charm of moving into an old house?
As the house stood there, waiting for the new owner, there were noises that would grow from whispers in the night. It had been free of anyone invading it for so long, but now it looked like someone else would be coming into the house and needing a hard lesson from laughter. Without her knowing, something or some "things" watched Kenzie walk to the house front from inside.
Kenzie sighed and opened the front door, and was instantly hit with the smell of dust and musk. She has finally moved out of her parents house. Sure the house wasn’t the nicest, sure it was old. But it was hers. She put her bag down in the floor and went to explore a bit. As she looked around she made notes to herself. She would have to work on the weeds out back for sure. She needed to find a new, cheap refrigerator because this one was WAY too loud. Small things here and there.
After surveying the house. She looked at her phone and saw her sister Gianna had texted her, saying to celebrate they should get drinks. Kenzie excitedly got changed into her tight jeans, black crop top shirt, she always likes exposing her stomach. Finishing up she threw on white ankle socks and low cut white converse sneakers, and she went out the front door and hopped in her car, and drove off to the bar.
After Kenzie's intrusion into the house, she went ahead and got comfortable. No doubt she surveyed it like anyone else who came before her, but little did she know she was also being surveyed too. It wasn't all the time, but in some of the rooms, within the walls, an angry group of small entities watched her. Some folklore called them imps. Some would call them gnomes. Others might even call them brownies.
These short creatures were often free to do as they wanted in this giant house, which was like a castle to them. They freely came out and frolicked at night or whenever no one was here, which for them was quite often since they had this house to themselves for a long time. Recently, however, pesky humans had decided to intrude on their short-lived freedom, and in all these gnomes' centuries of living, they decided to do the same thing they did to drive out the unwanted tenants.
"She's so big."
"They all are."
"What should we do? Set her clothes on fire?"
"Too risky, not since last time."
"How about scaring her away?"
"That could work, but we need to do more. Wait wait - shh!"
As they spied on Kenzie, they eventually saw her look excitedly at her phone. It was a common thing weird humans did these days, but they didn't care. The gnomes wore outfits that were stereotypical of lawn gnomes that others put up to ward off the pesky creatures. They had old-fashioned trousers, vests, shoes, and large hats that almost covered their bodies entirely. Sometimes they even wore tribal, angry masks with all sorts of expressions to hide their faces. They mostly fashioned what they could, but like dwarves of ancient myths, they could seemingly fashion anything from nothing, and were able to extract materials nobody else could hope to possess given their amazing craftsmanship. These dwarves used to be kindred spirits who would take care of the house for the owners when they were away and do chores, but now they had become spiteful to invaders who threatened their way of living.
Once Kenzie changed into her new outfit, they spotted several weaknesses and decided that it was best to deal with her the same way they had to other invaders.
"The giant's leaving in their strange contraption, again."
"Should we stop?"
"Oooh, but what if they return?"
"Yes, what if?"
"No, I haven't seen them before."
"Still, we can prepare the trap!"
"Aye, prepare prepare!"
Eventually, the gnomes ran amok the house, going through the tiny spaces in the walls and crawling over the wooden beams of the high ceiling. They watched from their meticulous spots and outposts, wandering around the house and making sure to examine Kenzie's room. They made sure to look for anything she brought with her or left behind, examining it because of their curiosity.
The gnomes then decided to split up into group, with some of them watching the doors to give any signal in case more giants should come. They had the ability to lock the doors and get them stuck to prevent escapees, and they would also make sure to trap foolish Kenzie. In her would-be bedroom, they worked hard and peeled off some of the wallpaper that the former interior workers had put up. Now with some of the wallpaper in Kenzie's room peeling in a corner, it looked bad... but it also showed a tiny door leading into a dark crawlspace she could go into. As if that wasn't enough, just barely sticking out under the tiny door was what looked to be an antique gold coin.
"Hee hee hee, humans are so greedy."
"Especially giant women; they are so fools."
"Wait in here and we can trap her," they whispered.
They got their special tools for the task, now just waiting and wondering. Most hoped she wouldn't come back.
Kenzie met her sister at the bar, and enjoyed plenty of shots and mixed drinks. Kenzie was an attractive girl, short, athletic, long blonde hair that reached a little beyond her neck. She was thinking about all the new things she could do now that she was free of her parents house.
“Kenzie!” Her sister Gianna said, and Kenzie snapped back to reality.
“You were dazing off again, you have to stop doing that!” Gianna jokingly poked her older sister in her ribs, making Kenzie giggle and wince away. She was always ticklish, and she couldn’t stand being tickled.
The two girls say their goodbyes, and Kenzie hopped back into her car, and drove the long way back to her new home. Tiredly, she opened the front door and looked around. Something seemed,, different about the place. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She opened her loud fridge and took out a bottle of water, and took a swig. She was tired, but she didn’t want to sleep yet. She still had to put things away in her bedroom.
As she headed upstairs, she noticed the floors creaking. She would have to add that to her list. Opening the door to her bedroom she looked around. She grabbed her suitcase and placed it on the bed, and began to slowly take out shirts and pants, socks, and fold them neatly. She took out her blanket and sheets and put them on the bed. As she put in her AirPods, she caught in her side vision something shiny. She looked down and saw what looked like a weird coin, and... oh for Christ sake, the wallpaper was messed up!. She got on her knees to examine the damage, and saw a small door, just big enough for her to fit. She carefully opened the small door, and was greeted with darkness. She held up her phone flashlight, and began to crawl into it, curious to where it leads....
As soon as Kenzie opened the trap door and proceeded inside, the gnomes eagerly shook with anticipation. They were sure their plan was all but settled since the greedy giant was entering the cave. Humans alone could be scary, but these crafty gnomes had gotten the art of taking humans down to an art. Their size meant nothing when they were stuck close to the floor in a small, cramped area that the gnomes could otherwise move perfectly fine in.
"Now," one of them said to the other gnomes as Kenzie was getting too deep into the tunnel.
Inside the crawl space, it was actually fairly clean. Suspiciously clean even. It's not like it was spared from much dust, but there were (thankfully) no spider webs or anything of note, just creaky wood with possible termite damage and suspiciously, some rope strewn about in there. Maybe the construction workers left this here? Her shiny phone flashlight would illuminate more gold, from rings and coins to earrings and a few other trinkets that were hidden. Left behind by other owners in a secret hiding spot that was all hers. Unfortunately for Kenzie, now she was going to be the gnomes' victim.
Just as Kenzie's black crop top and tight jeans disappeared into the crawlspace, the ropes slithered against her legs and began to wrap up as the gnomes inside jumped onto her legs, tying her up. Before she could do anything, her jeans were basically tied up and the gnomes used the tiny nails they crafted by hand to bind the ropes to the wood. They would probably hold Kenzie if she didn't thrash too much, and it would be hard when she was stuck in the crawlspace. They were still struggling to get hold of the giant though.
"Get her feet secure!" they all chanted.
All the gnomes outside grabbed hold of Kenzie's ankles. Because Kenzie had left her clothes on the bed, the craft gnomes used them and with their quick work and synergy, they used her socks and clothes to tie knots around Kenzie's ankles, making it awkward for her to find any perch. They hoped to make it so that her feet couldn't find any perch and unable to squeeze back out.
"Pull! Heave! Ho!" they all chimed in, and they tugged on her shoelaces.
While this was going on, Kenzie would find the walls inside of the tunnel come alive. Even with her phone flashlight, she couldn't see the devious gnomes hiding in the spots under the crawlspace's wooden boards, or the sides. Now they opened up their makeshift trapdoors as she passed by, wielding their tickle tools. Tiny feathers plucked from a feather duster reached up to tickle Kenzie's exposed neck while she couldn't really reach back or look beneath her. Her Airpods probably didn't help since she couldn't hear the gnomes, but to make things worse the crawlspace was thin enough that if her arms were outstretched she couldn't pull them back down or to her sides.
"Tickle, tickle, stupid giant!" one of the gnomes exclaimed with glee.
Through the tiny holes of the side of the crawlspace, feathers would come out and tickle Kenzie's exposed sides and trying to slide over her tummy. The feathers were like ostrich feathers, pheasant feathers, and other long thin feathers that would be used to tickle torture the greedy giant. The gnomes continued to tickle Kenzie just s the gnomes finished tying her legs up, weighing her down and keeping her there.
Her feet were going to be bared soon, but it was going to take some work. Instead of the shoelaces, the gnomes began to get creative and get their craftsmen to remove her shoes in any way possible. One of the gnomes got a pair of scissors and coordinated some people to cut her shoelaces instead. Another gnome brought a large horseshoe magnet, humorously commanding other gnomes to use it on her left shoe to try and pull out the metal fastenings of her sole to rip her shoe open to get at her feet. It was a work in progress, but Kenzie would be struggling for a while
Kenzie's shaking definitely caught some of the gnomes off guard, but they were at least prepared for the thrashing to be offset thanks to the cramped crawlspace and ropes. The feathers continued, and slowly the gnomes cheered and jeered as Kenzie could fully hear them without her airpods. Some more ropes tightened as they tried to get at Kenzie's wrists, fighting for control of her hands. This wouldn't be easy as the gnomes were relying on the small space of the crawl area but they would be heaving and trying to tie loose knots to limit Kenzie's hands.
"Tickle her belly! Her belly is most sensitive," one of the gnomes said.
The feather would trace from RIGHT UNDER Kenzie's belly as a feather peered through a small hole in the flooring of the crawlspaces, tickling her belly.
"No, over here!"
The other feather tickled Kenzie's neck, trying to get her head to thrash around and keep her unfocused on her hands.
"Tickle her ears! Humans have sensitive ears," they giggled as they witnessed her comparatively big ears, at least to a gnome.
The feathers slowly began to tickle Kenzie's whole trapped body in the crawlspace, surprisingly focusing on her face with the feathers spreading to tickle her cheeks, her nose, and one of the daring gnomes under Kenzie reached up with their spear-like feather and tickled her chin. She was under full tickle assualt!
As for her feet, the gnomes had yielded results. Kenzie's poor converse sneakers defended her ticklish feet valiantly, but they could only take so much abuse. The magnet had worked, and slowly all the tiny metal pieces holding Kenzie's sole from the inside was starting to get pulled out. The magnet's power thanks to the gnomes' craftsmanship pulled so hard that the sole seemed to just POP right out! Now, Kenzie's size left foot was exposed, well, as exposed as a socked foot could be.
Her left foot was now a prisoner since the converse sneaker was still covering her foot, but the sole was peeled off from the heel, but her toes were still covered since they were closer to the ground. The gnomes got to work again, using their tiny nails to hammer the peeled sole into the ground, now exposing one of Kenzie's feet. They examined her socks and tried tickling her with feathers to test the waters, but given they used some of her socks to tie her ankles they knew they would need something stronger.
Makeshift rakes and spears were poking and tickling Kenzie's left foot, poking her socked foot and tickling the woman helplessly. Her other shoe had some of its shoelaces cut slightly, but not completely since she kept moving around. Eventually the gnomes abandoned the plan temporarily to help keep the other foot held and find out how to tickle torture her
Kenzie’s blue eyes shot open wide as she felt her ears, her chin, belly, her neck, all being assaulted at once. “Please stop! I can’t take it! Hahahahahahahaha!” She begged through peals of ticklish laughter she was in hell, and she didn’t even know what these things were that were tickle torturing her.
She gasped as she felt her converse sole pop off, feeling a slight breeze on her socked foot bottom. That’s as of course before she felt tiny objects poking and scratching her socked foot. “Not my feet! Anywhere but my feeheet!” Kenzie laughed as her socked sole was tormented. These little creatures were pros at making her laugh. As she laughed, she saw one of them standing in front of her face, observing her.
“Whahahat are you?!” Kenzie managed to blurt out before falling back into tortured laughter.
The gnomes were now trying to work in high-gear. As the lone gnome stood in front of Kenzie allowing her a look at it, it spoke in a language she couldn't understand. Clearly, it was sinister as it waved around and commanded the other ones, and slowly brought up its own feather which had a long stem and a fluffy end. It held its feather from afar, tickling Kenzie and trying to follow her head movements as were the other gnomes.
Even if Kenzie didn't get good looks at them, she could now say for certain that she was familiar with them since they were crawling in the walls and under her. Whether it was glimpses of them in view, or the sound of them, they were moving around to tickle her in ways she couldn't imagine.
As for her belly, more gnomes seemed to combine efforts to raise feathers and brush under her belly, experimenting to tickle her tummy. More feathers, big and small, were tickling her skin since she had an exposed crop top. It was a relief for the wide-eyed blonde to get a break, but even then her face still had that pesky long feather tickling it as it aimed for her chin and ears to keep her from being able to keep a straight face. If she tried to move her head down, there'd be at least one or two gnomes to reach up and tickle her chin, not to mention they still tugged on her wrists to hope to get her. All of this thrashing, tickling, and binding was a cycle since the gnomes holding the ropes had to put in new nails to replace the old ones Kenzie was knocking loose with her shaking.
Her foot was another story. Since her left foot was now a prisoner in its own shoe, the gnomes were tickling her with an assortment of tools. Just a few of the gnomes tried to find objects from Kenzie's luggage, if any, that they could use for themselves. Her socked foot was also assaulted by the teeny tiny gnomes' fingers, all clamoring and peering through the thick material of her sock as some of them even tried to pull it off but it wasn't going to happen. Her socks were too long and it would take a combined effort to pull them off right now.
That is, until they used the scissors. As the gnomes pulled on the heel of Kenzie's sock, the others used the scissors to get the material caught in between and cut it, creating a nice, round hole in Kenzi'e socked left foot around the heel. The gnomes were getting smarter and capitalized on this, while they still poked and tickled Kenzie's left foot with their tools. There was, however, more focus shifting to the hole to tickle Kenzie's bare left heel as the gnomes danced with glee. They were going to tickle Kenzie silly!
“NO! Not that! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” A whole new wave of ticklish feeling swept through Kenzie’s body as she felt her now bare heel being tickled by dozens of tiny fingers, sticks, takes, anything. Her bare feet were her absolute worst spot, and she could never take it. There was a reason why she rarely got pedicures.
Her face made weird faces, her nose crinkling and eyes darting side to side, trying in any desperate way to escape that feather teasing her gaze. It’s like the gnome knew her tickle spots, her ears were her secret tickle spot, and somehow they had found that out easily.
“Stop! I’ll do anything!” Kenzie yelped as she her belly was ravished with feathers. She tried sucking in as much as possible, but the laughter made it impossible. She had to get out of here!
"Keep tickling her!" they said to each other. "The giant is almost out of breath!"
"Tickle her until she screams!" another cheered.
Kenzie's left foot was an uphill battle, slowly coming through and making the gnomes more and more excited. They could see her feet poking out of the crawl space, tickling her and being happy when her feet quivered as much as they could in her shoes. Even outside of the space, Kenzie's muffled laughter was loud enough to be heard and the gnomes knew they hit a gold mine. Most of the giants had extremely ticklish feet anyways.
The two gnomes searching through Kenzie's luggage looked to see if there was anything, finding only more of her clothes that she was going through. The little kleptomaniacs couldn't help but to keep looking through her luggage since they hoped for useful valuables or even new tools to replace their old ones as tickle tools. The laughter of the giant meant it was a good time to plunder her belongings.
As for Kenzie's poor foot, now that a hole in her sock was formed, it was bound to grow bigger. The gnomes did the same strategy, teasing the foot with rakes and sticks to tickle the sides and arch of her big socked foot, The open hole would be pulled and slowly torn open more and more, letting people get at Kenzie's soft, extremely ticklish bare foot with their feathers now and that didn't mean their fingers and staves had to take a break. They knew her soles were the most ticklish part of her body now with her reactions and they were going to make poor Kenzie absolutely explode with laughter.
Her ankles were firmly tied now, kept still as her feet were offered no way out. The gnomes outside the crawl space had successfully made sure to keep Kenzie in. Unfortunately, some of the gnomes inside the crawl space weren't doing such a good job. While a lot were having fun tickling Kenzie, teasing her belly and making her dance around, they had another unintended, unknown effect. The other gnome in front of her tickled her chin, laughing and mocking her through his mask as she made tons of silly faces. As if seeing who could make Kenzie's face the silliest, two MORE feathers peered through the holes in the sides, targeting Kenzie's ears on each side. One of them brushed and tickled the contours of Kenzie's left ear, and the other tried to tickle behind her ear to the ear lobe and even towards the neck. This was easier said than done since her thrashing around and her hair hindered them.
With every movement Kenzie made, some more of the tiny nails were coming out of the ropes they were supposed to bind to the wood! Frantically, the group of gnomes whose job it was to keep them in kept putting in new ones, and their supply was qickly dwindling, meaning they had to reuse their old screws in the dimly-lit crawlspace while the giant was shaking around all over in a ticklish frenzy! It was making a lot of the nails get bent when they were reused over and over. They could only take so much!
Thankfully, the gnomes knew Kenzie was laughing like an idiot and would probably lose the energy to fight, letting them tickle her as they pleased. Hopefully Kenzie wouldn't be tickled in a spot that made her totally jump and give her new energy to fight and loosen the bonds, especially since more gnomes were interested in her phone or airpods. The spotty service in the house came back to bite Kenzie in the butt since she was way out here in need of help.
Kenzie’s face continued to contort into funny faces, she couldn’t help it, the feathers were teasing her, and now she felt them in her ears! “Get out Get out of my ears!” Kenzie screamed as she felt the soft touches pestering her earlobes. She gritted her teeth and tried to pull herself up, and actually felt some give from her restraints. She tried to kick her legs and feet, and her right foot was actually coming loose!
“GET OFF MY FOOT! HAHAHAHAHA!” Kenzie screamed in ticklish laughter, the only merciful thought in her head was that they hadn’t found her worst tickle spot, the spot that would break her instantly, in between her toes. She felt her sick becoming more and more destroyed, exposing more of her ticklish foot bottom. She wouldn’t be able to take much more, but if she could only manage to break out...
Most of the gnomes were cheering loudly at their supposed victory. Kenzie was already being tickled, and her belly and sides were a huge focus. Because of her choice in wearing a crop top, most of the gnomes were already tickling her below, unaware that Kenzie was actually getting more loose. She was shaking for sure, but they assumed it was like how she tried to suck in her tummy earlier.
As the ropes and tiny nails began to come undone, the gnomes began a panic and tried to wave over some help. Fortunately, the gnome tickling Kenzie's chin stopped and tried to rally a few others to help hold down the ropes, but it was too late. Even at the rate they were repairing the bonds, they were still tiny gnomes at the end of the day and with most gnomes focused on Kenzie's belly, it looked to be the worst. Having no choice, the gnomes called as many of the others as they could, taking some away from Kenzie's belly leaving a few feathers to stick into her belly button and brush around. Even with more help, they couldn't fix the problem of having less nails to bind the ropes down into the wood. With less ticklers tickling Kenzie's midsection she was giving the gnomes even more of a hard time since she had some semblance of focus to pull on the ropes.
Outside, the gnomes were none the wiser. They had basically broken Kenzie's left shoe entirely and were starting to pull her sock off! Her right shoe was mostly in tact, but without the sole of Kenzie's left shoe it was basically a weird floppy useless article. The sock was starting to have more holes than swiss cheese, and as the gnomes used their feathers, they traced it over the soft skin of her sole.
"Tickle, tickle!" some of them laughed together.
The feather tickled Kenzie's heel, tickling her up and down as it stroked her heel down to her arch and the ball of her foot, going up again. Little by little, the last little pieces of the sole that held onto Kenzie' shoe was starting to become ripped off, totally exposing her toes now! The gnomes poked at the sock section covering her toes, and eventually they began to pull her sock, tearing it even more so that her toes stuck out of it and her thick sock was useless to protect her foot. Fingers, feathers, and tools tickled Kenzie's big foot, but it didn't take long for some gnomes who had no space to tickle to veer down to her big toe, teasing it and just under the big toe. Little did they know Kenzie was about to make a storm with the hope to escape.
Luckily for the gnomes, when Kenzie had gotten into her house from the bar, they'd reworked the inner mechanisms of the doors to be stuck in a lock, and filled up the keyholes so she couldn't escape outside the house. Even the windows were still nailed down - and she was none the wiser. The only place to escape to might be the isolated attic for shelter.
The second Kenzie felt her toes being poked, she gained strength. A big adrenaline boost. Pushing off her stomach, she managed to free her midriff. She began to wiggle, and soon her left socked popped up, sending the gnomes that were on it tumbling off her. She quickly wiggled out of the dreaded crawlspace, her hair a mess, her make up smeared, but she was determined to get out of this house from hell.
Standing up, she realized her left shoe was destroyed, it no time to stop and take it off. Seeing gnomes around her she kicked at them, and made a run for the front door. She got to the door and struggled to pull it open. Screaming she tried again and again, but the door was budged. She decided to try a window, but found them nailed shut. She didn’t know where to go, and she could hear the horse of gnomes freoinfncloser to her...
It was a very crazy event, at least from the gnomes' perspective. Kenzie was quite a fighter and it seemed like they were all set to tickle her without issue. That is, until they made the equally helpful and equally frightening discovery of just how ticklish her toes were. Once Kenzie got her motivation, it was too hard to get her back in order. Now, she had already come out of the crawlspace, with the gnomes in disarray. Most ran while some held onto the ropes or bondage hoping to slow her down to no avail.
Even with one of her shoes torn, Kenzie still kicked away and made sure to keep the gnomes at bay. They grabbed their tools and were at the ready, but none could get close to Kenzie even with her hair and face a mess, making her look like some ridiculous she-beast. The gnomes backed away as Kenzie ran out, hoping to escape even though the gnomes weren't content just letting her get away so easily. They followed her, even with their small sizes as they hoped to get her.
Kenzie would quickly find her plans to escape thwarted, but she had an advantage in her size and speed. While the gnomes were easily quicker than her in reflexes and moving around, she could certainly outrun them and pace wherever she wanted around the house. As Kenzie failed to open a window, a few gnomes dropped down onto her from above, grabbing onto her hair and giving her a quick ticklish assault with their own feathers. Her ear was briefly tickled before the gnome jumped off her shoulder onto a nearby shelf. The other grabbed onto the thread of her crop top, tickling her side while another gnome grabbed the hem of her tight jeans to tickle her belly as it dangled with one arm in the middle. They were obviously stalling while other gnomes hoped to get Kenzie.
Some of them threw makeshift grapple hooks, with one of them getting caught on her left shoe's laces. They pulled and tried to fend Kenzie off, but knew they were seriously outmatched with the giant's strength. It seemed like a lot of gnomes were even retreating, but before Kenzie knew it there was a distinct sound:
a ringing noise
Her phone! A pair of gnomes was seen going up one of the small wooden stairs directly to the attic, and there was the light of her phone too. Maybe it was Kenzie's sister calling, and she could get some help by locking herself in a safe space. While the gnomes continued to throw things at Kenzie's feet, some trying to get a hold of her, one of the same small groups of gnomes used a magnet again to try and pull on Kenzie's left shoe, trying to make her lose balance.
Kenzie perked up when she heard the phone ring, she quickly ran towards the stairs, despite the numerous attempts the gnomes were doing to knock her over, she reaches the stairs, and quickly runs up them, back to her room. She sees her phone still ringing on the floor, and quickly answers it.
“Gianna, you have to help me! Send police, send anybody, their tickling me!” Kenzie screams into phone, only for her sister to answer her that she is breaking up and can’t here her. “Gianna don’t come here, whatever you do!” Kenzie says into the phone, before it dies in her hand. Unfortunately for Kenzie, the only thing her little sister heard was “Come here.”
Kenzie threw her phone in anger and tried to find a place she could hide out. She figures the high ground would be the safest, since there is less way gnomes could attack her. She begins her climb up the static stairs. Batting away annoying gnomes that keep sneak tickling her, she finally reaches to top.
Kenzie bats away the gnomes and thwarts their plan, making it into the attic. As she finally gets to her safe space, more and more gnomes realize that Kenzie has stumbled into their main home, the place where the rest of the gnomes are. Realizing that all of the gnomes are going to have their homes jeopardized, the gnomes begin to call horns that are heard and now a scary, hushed silence falls over the house as the sound of the horns travel through pipes and cracks in the walls to reach the ears of other gnomes.
Their wives are also in the attic, and now Kenzie has attracted the attention of countless other devious eyes all trailed on her from the shadows. It's like a new atmosphere descended on the house, almost like how it was before Kenzie waltzed into it. It's too quiet, but it's clear the gnomes are out to get Kenzie. The best she can probably hope for is that her sister called the police to help her, knowing that even if help arrives it may take a while. That help wouldn't be coming, and the gnomes glare angrily at the greedy human, the defiant prey. Now they'll have to make sure she's caught firm and taken care of.
There are faint noises wherever Kenzie steps, creaks in the floor, and the occasional grunting of metal pipes. It's too dark and after Kenzie threw her phone away, she is left with little to no light at all. The best she can hope for are the few fireflies that snuck in through a hole that fly up and around occasionally, lighting up parts of the attic for Kenzie. Gnomes watch from the shadows on shelves and under cushions as they scurry away when Kenzie gets near or even has her blue eyes gaze their way. They all whisper to each other, making sure the giant's ears can't hear her. Unbeknownst to Kenzie, all the gnomes are flooding into the room and whispering the plan to other gnomes, using their secret codes after the horn signified them to stay quiet and hidden from the giant intruder. The situation is known, and they decide to use that to their advantage while Kenzie is given time to stumble around in the attic and look around, to make her think she's safe. All of the gnomes work together to prepare a trap, a tripwire and several lassos they have fashioned to try and catch Kenzie and trip her up where there are carpets ready to thickly roll her up.
Kenzie stumbles along in the dark, feeling the dust and wood floor underneath her holey sock. She doesn’t know where she is heading. If only she had her phone light on her still. She stops and listens. It was too quiet. Eerily quiet. She knew the gnomes were out there though. As she pushed her blonde hair out from eyes, she didn’t realize she had stepped into a trap.
“”What the!” Kenzie yells as she feels some sort of wire under her feet, making her fall on her back. She is momentarily stunned as she fees the air knocked out of her.
As Kenzie's ankles were caught in the tripwire and lassoes lashing out to further take her balance, it didn't take long for the giant to come down.
"Timber!" the sneaky gnomes smiled, having Kenzie's trajectory down by sheer calcualtion.
Once she fell onto her back onto the carpet, the dust practically brushed off of the old thing as countless gnomes who had previously kept themselves hidden now rushed out. Kenzie would see all sorts of lights turn on, from little matches being lit to tiny toys that glowed as she realized just how many dozens of gnomes were around her. There must have been at least a hundred watching her from the furniture to the ceiling's wooden beams! Poor Kenzie didn't have the luxury of thinking, let along being allowed to get up. With the wind knocked out of her, the combined force of countless gnomes pushing against one side of the carpet, as well as a few old RC bulldozer construction toys, worked together to push the edge of the carpet onto Kenzie and roll her right up!
It was like the floor was coming undone and Kenzie was forced around and around in disorienting circles, little did she know this was the plan of the gnomes. Now that she intruded in their home and in their "nest," she was going to pay for it dearly. She was rolled up in the carpet, and once the first loop happened it was super easy to keep the momentum going and rolling Kenzie round and round as she'd be disoriented spinning around. Even when she was completely rolled up in the carpet, they kept rolling her until she stopped against something. By now, Kenzie would be relieved that her belly was protected under the thick carpet. Of course, that meant her arms and legs were also firmly bound in the carpet, and only her head and feet were sticking out!
Now, Kenzie's carpet roll found itself being pushed and moved with more ropes and hooks that attached to the carpet, with some makeshift pulley systems lifting Kenzie's feet and pulling her ankles through a hole in an old bookshelf. With both of her feet stuck in one of the grand structures of the gnomes' attic, she was now stuck firmly in something that wouldn't come undone, and her shoelaces were already starting to feel the combined efforts of even more gnomes!
"This is what you get for ruining out home!"
"We were going to go easy on you girl, but now we'll tickle you to death!" she giggled.
"This is simple, her shoes are big but they're such poor quality. Pull this off..."
Now even the women joined in, annoyed that Kenzie made them shift their lovely home into a prison for her, especially after intruding in their house and causing havoc all over. Only a few gnomes were serving as lookouts outside the house if any, but they didn't think anyone would dare come to this house so soon. Needless to say, the real torture for Kenzie was going to begin. Her easy target, the old, worn, holey sock was tugged on by the gnomes' tiny fingers, each picking at it and tearing it off. They pulled until the ankle sock started to vacate leaving Kenzie's foot bare. Just to make sure none of her feet could protect each other though, they got out more tiny ropes that were a bit stretchable, and began to hammer in bulletin pins into the wall of the bookshelf to serve as anchors. They tied Kenzie's toes, tickling her extremely ticklish foot all the while, since it was flanked by stacks of books on either side to keep them still. Eventually, they had tied her big toe up and were thinking of tying the rest of her toes before a feather came to sweep and see how ticklish that foot was. As if that wasn't bad enough, they were already trying to pry off the other shoe after getting her shoelaces undone with ease. It would be a group effort to remove her shoes, and they would make a great decoration and a nice addition to the collection of shoes from other poor souls... or poor soles who had come into the house.
"Tickle her!" they all cheered.
Kenzie's face was also not spared as the feathers returned, angrier this time. Some gnomes tried to pin Kenzie's head firmly onto the ground too with a sort of headband as they tried to pin it down to the floor. It was wild work but they continued to use their long feathers to brush and tickle Kenzie's ears, neck, her chin, and where they could reach while her feet felt the first fingers on her bare heel. They pulled on the other shoe, trying to pull it off and make sure Kenzie couldn't keep it on.
Kenzie was still a little disoriented and dizzy from the wrapping treatment she had just gotten, but her head quickly cleared she felt her left foot being restrained. “No no no please! HAHAHAHA!” Kenzie shrieked as she felt dozens of little fingers messing around her deathly ticklish toes. She felt her head snap to the floor as saw dozens of gnomes jumping on her rolled up body, some heading towards her head with feathers.
She wrestled her head back and forth as hard as she could, but it was no use, the gnomes had somehow pinned her head to the floor. She was completely immobile, and at the mercy of some very upset gnomes. She shrieked and laughed as she set those damned feathers wiggling around her ears and neck again. She needed help.
"Heave! Ho! Heave! Ho!"
The gnomes chanted their signature sound of teamwork again, and soon enough poor Kenzie was just about to lose her other shoe. The right converse sneaker was being pulled but Kenzie's toes were still in it. As they pulled, a bunch of gnomes entered the open space of her heel and arch to vigorously tickle the stocked foot. Stroking with their fingers as they pushed their arms against the material, and even using the heads of tiny rakes to scrape at her sole, the other gnomes kept pulling the shoelaces to try and steal her sneaker. Eventually, once they would have Kenzie's other shoe they would cheer. It would only take pulling on her sock, a far easier task, to slide it off and leave both of her extremely ticklish feet bare. If only Kenzie knew that her shoes were going to be tied together by the laces, and left to dangle as if they were bot a trophy and a warning.
Kenzie was going to laugh herself silly, and the gnomes were going to enjoy every moment of it. While her head was helplessly playing a game of who could give her the silliest face with the feathers, the real work was being done on her feet. With her right foot's toes being tied, the fingers began to tickle under and in between each toe, as if they were playing this little piggy. Slowly Kenzie would lose even the ability for her to curl her toes as they were stretched out and held with the tiny makeshift bondage and her big feet would be on full display. The gnomes would take turns, using tools on her soles while the ones who sat on the stacks of books on either side of her feet could use them as a scaffolding and tickle her toes with their fingers however they pleased. Feathers flocked to the toes of her right foot while tools scraped the heel of her left, poking and trailing to the sides and the arch, like they were making a joke of her. It wasn't long until one of the gnomes brought an electric toothbrush they found from Kenzie's luggage and turned it on:
Bzzzzzzz
The low hum sounded and eventually they placed it on Kenzie's right foot, tickling the center of her arch and trying to lift it up with several gnomes. It was surprisingly heavy, but probably one of the best tickle torture devices they found, and they had the pride of saying they stole it from a giant!
"Tickle her, leave her no air to get in our way again!" they laughed.
"Coochie coo you stupid giant!"
Kenzie was now judged and sentenced to her ticklish fate, all wrapped up in an otherwise snug rug and her bare feet meant to take the ticklishness as the gnomes quickly discovered how sensitive she was.
Kenzie’s brain was exploding with ticklish sensations, it was unbearable. Her toes being assaulted with our even the luxury of wiggling them was hell for her. Her bare soles suffering the wrath of her own electric toothbrush sending devastating vibrations of ticklish agony to her brain, the girl could only please and scream. “PLEASE, I’m SORRY! HAHAHAHAHAHA ANYTHING BUT THAT! Oh oh, NO MORE TOES! Ahahahaha GEY AWAY FROM MY SOLES!” Kenzie’s screams of laughter were agonizing. She was beginning to have trouble breathing from laughing so hard.
Her face was being tormented, her mouth open wide in laughter, she couldn’t handle much more of this.
As poor Kenzie was stuck firmly in the trap, it was only a matter of time. Even the gnomes were laughing at her, mocking her predicament, as they brought the Hellish ticklish torment on her. They didn't let up anywhere as more and more evil gnomes joined in to try and tickle her. Feathers teased the back of her ears, sliding to and fro while others teased her cheeks and ear lobes. Some of them brushed and squiggled against her neck, her chin, and the sides of her face.
Her feet was where the rest of them were, tickling the other, more sensitive exposed part of her body. The electric toothbrush was weird to handle, but now they gnomes had it horizontally against Kenzie's foot. They lifted the top up and down at angles, swinging it in an arc as it tickled the edge of her heel, the middle of her arch, and just under her toes. The long-reaching feathers and tiny fingers of the captors were having their way, tickling Kenzie's toes as they wiggled and scribbled and flickered as much as they could. Wiggling around, they teased Kenzie while in contrast all of the other gnomes against her sole absolutely tickled her, making sure she felt every little tickle sensation. They weren't letting up, and they had their way tickling every square inch of the poor blonde's sole!
Kenzie laughed, and begged, but nothing was going to stop the gnomes ticklish assaulting on her bare feet. After hours of her soles and toes and ears being tickled, she finally laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe, and slumped over with a crazed grin on her face. Unfortunately, her sister Gianna was going to check on her the next day, and find herself suffering the same ticklish fate…
