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The seas were choppy and the weather was bad as Rebecca sailed her personal boat across the Pacific. The 5-foot 5 inches blonde woman jiggled her curves as she fought the storm. Her shoulder-length hair slapped her face as the winds tore through the boat, threatening to break her vessel apart.
Rebecca was a twenty-five-year-old woman of American east coast descent, hell-bent on finding a certain unmarked island. She had grown up hearing tales from her fisherman father’s friends that somewhere in the Pacific Ocean there was an island not on any map. Anybody who found the island and returned never spoke about what was on the island, aside from the local tribe. The stories were mostly used to scare Rebecca away from the hard life of a fisherman, but they intrigued her all the same. She used to dream of meeting this fabled tribe as she grew up.
In her search for answers, Rebecca managed to find scholars who had been to the island and learned the language of the tribe from them. She also figured out sailing to get there herself, so that she wouldn’t have to ask for help.
As Rebecca fought her way through the minor hurricane, she saw the vague outline of land in the distance. Upon sailing in that direction, the storm suddenly ceased to be, revealing an island under a clear blue sky. Closing in on the island, the edge of a jungle met the beach. According to her makeshift map, she arrived.
Upon arrival at the island, Rebecca docked her boat on a shallow area of shore and changed out of her sailing attire. Now she was dressed in a pair of booty shorts that left very little of her round posterior, and a blue bikini top that contained her double D’s. Her perfectly pedicured feet stepped gingerly on the pure white sand, feeling the warm grains press against her soft soles.
Before her stood a mighty jungle, so dense that she could barely see past the first few trees. Mustering her courage, Rebecca took a step forward. As a bare foot touched the sand, she heard a whizzing sound. A small prick caught her arm. Upon further examination, a feathered dart that came from the trees sticking out of her arm.
“No, wait! I came for…” Rebecca tried to muster out in the native language, but fell face first in the sand as her vision went dark.
Sometime later, Rebecca awoke. The sun was still up so it could have only been a few hours. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that she was in the center of a jungle village. Thatch huts were scattered throughout the area. Different facilities dotted the area, each with its own function.
Rebecca tried to move but found her arms bound above her head to a totem pole. Her legs were similarly trapped at the ankles. Surrounding her was a mass of the village adults. All of them a beautiful smooth tan skin with almond-colored hair. Red tattoos painted their bodies in an assortment of designs, easily visible as there was not a set of clothes in sight.
Directly in front of Rebecca was a man in his forties, with only a headband of multicolored feathers adorning his head. Both he and Rebecca stood on a wooden platform.
The chieftain addressed the tribe, “Family, the goddess has delivered! We have been gifted a woman by the goddess Ticklana! The festival can begin!”
The tribe erupted into cheers. Rebecca shifted in her binds, heart racing at the thought of what her captors might do to her. At least they left her clothes on.
The chieftain turned to his captive. “What is your name, young one?”
“Re-Rebecca, sir.” She stammered out.
“Rebecca!” The crowd cheered.
“Rebeca! You have been brought to us by our goddess, Ticklana! It is a high honor. Do you understand what this means?”
“Rebecca gulped hard, “I think I do.”
“As consent is a core doctrine of our faith, I must ask. Do you consent to be the sacrifice at our three-day festival to honor our goddess of giggles?”
“I would be honored.”
The crowd cheered even harder. Rebecca’s eyes grew wide as she realized what she just agreed to. Meeting this tribe was a long-time fantasy of hers, and now it was a reality.
“Then let the festival begin! The order has already been chosen, so those of you who know, grab a tool and get to work!”
Four members, two curvy women and two cut men, walked over to a rack of tools that was placed off to the side. The women each grabbed a long stick with a massive white feather at the end of it and took positions on either side of Rebecca. One of the men grabbed two smaller feathers and stood directly in front of the sacrifice, while the other chose to go without a weapon and took a place behind her.
Rebecca’s bisexual heart pounded. Three days of unending, delicious torment were about to begin. She could already feel herself getting wet down below. Without wasting time, the four gorgeous villagers attacked.
The two women dragged the feathers up and down Rebecca’s curvy sides, causing her to shake and jiggle in her bondage. The man in front of her stuck the feathers in the little notch between her shoulders and neck, sawing back at forth. The feathers were more ticklish than Rebecca thought they would be. Whatever bird they came from wasn’t known to the rest of the world, but whatever it was, sent electric shocks through her ticklish body.
“Hehehehehehe! Oh, that tickles! Hahahahaha! Mmmhhhhaahahaha!” Rebecca’s face was red with a combo of embarrassment, arousal, and laughter.
What threw her nerves into a frenzy though, was the guy behind her, digging his powerful fingers into her smooth hollows. His stubby fingers poked and prodded at Rebecca’s supple flesh. His fingers danced across her rib cage, moving up and down at random intervals. The fingers tickled worse than the feathers, but Rebecca went ballistic when he hit a particular spot right on her hip bones.
“NOOOAHAHAHA! RIGHTTHERE! AHAHAHA THAT TICKLES SO MUCH!”
“He has found a spot!” The chieftain shouted as the crowd cheered. “Stay there! The goddess will be pleased!”
“NYAHAHAHA! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! BWAHAHAHA MY HIPS ARE SENSITIVE!”
Rebecca shook and waved in her bounds, but they were too tight to escape. Her bikini-clad chest, however, jiggled and shook with her movements. Luckily, her blue bikini fit perfectly so that she wouldn’t fall out. An hour passed of this torture, with no signs of it slowing down. Rebecca was in tears and had stopped begging at this point, simply enjoying her nerve endings being on ticklish fire. There was only one thing aside from laughter coming out of her mouth now.
“PLEASE, I’M SO HORNY! AHAHAHAHA HAHAHA!”
“Family! It is time. The goddess will be fed with the happy juices of Rebecca the sacrifice!” The chieftain, who had done nothing but hype the crowd up, finally did something different.
With deft hands, the leader unbuttoned Rebecca’s booty shorts and yanked them down to her ankles. Her dripping womanhood was now on full display for the tribe. Rebecca tried to cover with her thighs, but her bounds were too tight. While she howled away with ticklish joy, another woman arrived with a saucer of a clear liquid. With Rebecca’s mouth open, the woman poured it down her throat in a way that prevented any chance of choking.
Rebecca felt her entire body burn with desire, but at the same time, the tickling grew worse. Her head swam with nothing but thoughts of needing sweet release. With hair plastered to her face, Rebecca managed one last scream.
“LET ME CUM! AHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT HA WAS THAT HA!”
“That was a special elixir that will keep you from passing out during the ritual, you won’t even need to sleep or eat. The entire tribe has drunk this nectar as well.” The chieftain replied as he removed one of his multicolored feathers from his headband.
“I’LL NEED MMAHAHAHA A BREAK!”
“Not for these three days.” The chieftain replied while positioning his feather right in between Rebecca’s soft and luscious thighs.
With the skill of someone who has trained their entire life for this, the chieftain sawed his special feather between Rebecca’s lips. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Lightning coursed through her body, before erupting back into giggles and laughs, only now it was interspersed with sensual moans.
“OOOHHHHMMM AHAHAH HA HA AHAHNN! DON’T TICKLE ME THROUGH IT! MMMNNNHHHAAN!”
Rebecca was beside herself with lust. Between the tickles on her body, and the cruel feather on her pussy was too much. Despite needing release. She never wanted it to end. Another thirty minutes went by with the soft feather soaked from torturing Rebecca’s clit while sometimes delving deep into her vagina. Finally, Rebecca received the first of many ticklegasms.
“FUUAACK I’MAHAHACOMING! NYAMAHAHNFEOAIHAHAHAHAH! WAIT I OOOOOOHHHH!”
Rebecca spewed her juices all over the wood and earth beneath her as she arched her back in a wondrous display. The hands and the feathers left her body. Allowing her to breathe a sigh of content relief.
“Rebecca has given our home an offering, it is time to change positions!”
“Po-positions?” Rebecca asked as the people around her lifted her totem pole off the ground and began to carry her off.
“Yes! Each time you release ann offering, the manner of tickling will change.”
The tribe deposited Rebecca facedown on a wooden table. Ropes bound her entire body to the table, but her legs were bent at the knee. Each foot was locked in stocks that also pinned her toes back. A new set of ticklers showed up, still two girls and two guys, and got to work. Attached to the stocks were all manner to sharp objects and feathers. As the weapons grazed her foot, Rebecca erupted into strained laughter. After having the most intense ticklegasm of her life, her body was much more sensitive now.
“PLEHEHEHEASE! IT TICKLES HAHAHAHA TOO MUCH! MERCYEHEHEHEHE!” She screamed to the ground.
The ticklers did not stop. Sharpened sticks pocked at scrapped against her trapped toes. Tickly feathers flicked and swished across her heels. There were even makeshift brushes made of local floral scrubbing against her arches.
“WHAAAHAHAHAHA! MYFEETIES! NYOAHAHAHAAHA!”
Hours passed of this torture. The hot sun beat down on Rebecca. Between the heat and the exhaustion, sweat glistened on her body, making Rebecca slick and easy to tickle. Tears and the occasional yellow liquid would spill on the dirt. There was no sign of the torture letting up. After some time, the elder joined in. He sat right on the small of her back, forcing what little movement Rebecca did have to disappear. She couldn’t see what was happening, but the chieftain wiggled his fingers threateningly towards were wide rear end. While she was busy laughing, he attacked, massaging her inner thighs.
Rebecca slipped into silent laughter. Her butt tried to wiggle the chieftain out, but to no avail. With a face stuck in a permanent mirthful smile, Rebecca could do nothing but laugh away. Her mind melted at her the fact she was living out her lifelong fantasy. She managed to break her silent tears for one shout.
“LETMECUHUHUHM! AHAHAHAH MMMHAHAHAHA!”
On command, the chieftain removed an unused feather from his head and slipped it into her pussy. Rebecca screamed, then laughed, then moaned as her rider dragged the feather in and out. She had no idea whether or not to moan or laugh as the sweet torture continued. The chieftain was trained at this, keeping Rebecca on edge for as long as possible, before allowing her another ticklegasm that was even stronger than the first.
Rebecca nearly passed out, but the concoction she drank earlier kept her awake. “Tha-thank-thank you.”
“Onto the next position!” The tribespeople untied Rebecca and carried her to a tree, tying her upside down to it.
“Noooo! Please! Mercy!” Rebecca weakly shouted.
Despite her asking for the torture to end after a few hours, she truthfully never wanted it to end. She was having the time of her life. Between the ticklegasms and the menagerie of sexy people, Rebecca was in absolute bliss. For the rest of the day and deep into the night, Rebecca was tickle tortured in a multitude of positions. Sometimes spread in an X shape, other times hogtied. If she could think about it, it would happen. The tickles didn’t even stop for the tribe to eat, as she was acting as entertainment for their feast.
When the sun rose on the second day, Rebecca was drenched in sweat and had already orgasmed more times than she could count. Her mind was goop, but she didn’t complain. Now she was tied to a wooden rod and suspended by her ankles and wrists as if she was going to be roasted over a fire. The pole was hung on the outskirts of the village over a large dirt mound with numerous holes in it.
“Today is the day that the creatures of the forest get to drink of Rebecca’s rich laughter. This honey will attract them.” The elder stood above Rebecca and poured a thick, golden fluid all over her quivering body.
A sweet aroma filled the air. Rebecca smiled giddily as she heard something moving in the mound beneath her. She could see until they managed to crawl onto her, but thousands of tiny ants assaulted her body, brought by the smell of her honey-coated body. The ants began to nibble at her soft, supple flesh, but instead of being painful, it was like thousands of itchy spots covered her body. The itches stayed but quickly devolved into a mass of full-body tickling. On her feet, thighs, stomach, side, armpits, and ears, no place was safe for Rebecca.
She roared with laughter, “GET THEM OFF! AHAHAHAHAHA THEY TICKLE AHAHAHA TOO MUCH!”
Within minutes, Rebecca was a mess of tears and sweat. Anytime the honey would run dry, somebody would come over and recoat her. Sometimes the applier would even take a soft brush and paint an extra helping on her soles. This forced Rebecca to shake her head in protest, but in actuality, she wanted more. Hours passed as the ants chomped away at her skin. Tears stained the mound beneath her. Sadly, despite her pleas for another, no ticklegasm came. Her frustrated red face told the story of how horny she truly was.
Eventually, the ants had their fill and retreated to their home. Rebecca panted, thankful for the break, but frustrated at her aching clit.
“Please! Somebody, fuck me already!”
Somebody who looked like a younger version of the chieftain, maybe his son or something, made his way over to Rebecca, “My father says that today, you will not be able to orgasm until the end. Sorry.”
Rebecca swung in her bonds, “Noooooo! Please!”
As she said that, she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Multiple centipedes with pincers and legs lined with bristles emerged from the bushes. Rebecca fought against her bondage, feeling that this new set of bugs would be worst than the last. Each centipede crawled across her body, scrubbing the honey with their feet and pincers. Poor Rebecca was aside herself with laughter. They even went after her tears and other body fluids.
“WAAAHAHAHAHA! GET THEM OFF. HAAHAHAHAHLP! I’M GONNA DIE! NAHAHAHAHA!” The centipedes were too much for Rebecca’s red skin.
All she could do was laugh away as her vulnerable body was harassed by hundreds of microfilament brushes. Eventually, the ants came back for a second helping. Rebecca’s red face was stuck in a constant state somewhere between laughter and sobbing. Her overstimulated body screamed for a release that wasn’t coming. One side of her brain was loving every second of her tickle torture, but the other side begged for it to stop so she could relieve her horny itch.
The entire day passed as Rebecca was stuck in her own personal heaven/hell. The village went on with daily duties, sometimes returning to her to give her some teasing mocks and jeers, which only served to make her torture worse. Night came and went, and the bugs finally left her quaking body alone. Nobody came to release her, however. Instead, the chieftain’s son lifted her pole over his shoulder and carried her back to the middle of the village.
“Where are we going?” Rebecca asked while trying to recover from her ordeal.
“On day three, you are to be thrown in the pit. You will be pulled out when the sun rises tomorrow.”
“What’s in the pit?”
“Mouth of the Goddess.”
“I guess I’m about to find out what that is, huh?”
In a different corner of the village, Rebecca saw a large pit surrounded by a thin wooden fence. The village adults made a path for her and the chieftain’s son directly to the hole. Rebecca’s breathing grew faster as she grew closer. Whatever waited in the pit would surely be worse than her imagination could conjure.
“Have fun, Rebecca.” The chieftain’s son said as he dangled her pole over the pit, untying her ankles and wrists at the same time.
Rebecca plummeted into the darkness. Instead of hitting what she thought would be rock, she instead bounced off something bumpy and slimy. The bumps felt amazing against her naked lips, and she immediately began to grind against them. As she did, the entire hole was illuminated with bioluminescence. Rebecca could see that the entire pit was made out of some sort of glowing pink flesh. The floor even looked like a massive tongue.
Before she could finish herself off, the walls of the hole sprung forth, revealing multiple, writhing tentacles. Each one wrapped around Rebecca. One tied her arms behind her head while two more grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart. Then, the Mouth of the Goddess went to work.
Hundreds of tentacles attacked Rebecca’s exhausted body. Even if she wanted to fight back, she no longer had the energy. Slippery tentacles stroked and dug into sweaty and soft ribs and armpits. Those with dull spikes scrubbed her soles. Feathery tips swirled in her ears and sawed at her neck. Rebecca cried and laughed into the rubbery nubs beneath her.
“IT’S TOO MUCH! WAAAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE IT STOP! BLAGHAHAHAHA LET ME CUM!”
The tentacles holding her ankles and arms obliged. With a gentle tug, the flesh hole started to drag Rebecca back and forth across the ground. Her bikini top finally came loose, allowing her hardened nipples to rub across the wet floor. She moaned out in lustful ticklishness as the multitude of nubs rubbed against her swollen clit. The tickling, however, never once stopped. Rebecca was hornier than she had ever been in her life.
The ankle straps spread her legs, which Rebecca didn’t fight against. Two final tentacles emerged from the wall, each covered by nothing but soft bristles. Rebecca’s sopping womanhood was spread wide, allowing easy access for one tentacle. The bristles inserted themselves and began to pump. The other one wrapped around her waist while sawing back and forth between her cheeks. This was the worst tickling she had ever experienced. Thousands of the softest bristles scraped against her inner walls, forcing her waist to shiver at the dual stimulus. Her ticked crack was assaulted as well, bringing nothing but a ticklish stimulus to her brain.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH IT TICKLES! AAAHAHAHAHA! IT FEELS SOOHOHOHO GOOD! I’M COMING! NYAGHURAHAAHAHAAHPAHGUEAAAAAHHHAHAHAH!”
Rebecca’s world was a writhing mass of tentacles, tickle, and pleasure. Her wildest dreams were true. She was stuck in a constant ticklegasm. The moment she would come down, her body would rise right back up. Her mind broke after two hours, but the pit refused to stop. It drank her tears, spit, sweat, pee, and juices, engorging itself. The pit had never had a meal this delicious, and Rebecca had never had pleasures like this. She spent the entire day in the pit, screaming, crying, and laughing as she enjoyed her time as a sacrifice to Ticklana.
Finally, after a full twenty-four hours of constant ticklegasms, the concoction Rebecca drank days before wore off, allowing her to finally collapse and pass out from sensory overload. Noticing that its prey had finally stopped struggling, the pit released Rebecca from its clutches. A tribe member lowered a lasso and fished Rebecca’s limp body out of the hole by her waist.
Rebecca slept for two days as her body recovered, but when she awoke, she was greeted with applause and praise. Due to her performance as a sacrifice, the tribe offered her a permanent place among them as their high priestess. This would entail being a yearly sacrifice for Ticklana and living on the island to be tickled whenever she wished. Rebecca immediately agreed to this, spending the rest of the days with the tribe she had dreamed of meeting since she was a child.
Years passed, and Rebecca enjoyed every moment with the tribe. She even happily married the chieftain’s son, who had a true tickle fetish as well. Children were sired with him and her days were spent with a permanent smile on her face. Ticklana’s sacrifice spent the rest of her life in constant laughter.
Hey y'all. This was my first Female Lee tickle story. It was fun to write. If anybody wants a custom story for 2 cents a word then please message me.
Rebecca was a twenty-five-year-old woman of American east coast descent, hell-bent on finding a certain unmarked island. She had grown up hearing tales from her fisherman father’s friends that somewhere in the Pacific Ocean there was an island not on any map. Anybody who found the island and returned never spoke about what was on the island, aside from the local tribe. The stories were mostly used to scare Rebecca away from the hard life of a fisherman, but they intrigued her all the same. She used to dream of meeting this fabled tribe as she grew up.
In her search for answers, Rebecca managed to find scholars who had been to the island and learned the language of the tribe from them. She also figured out sailing to get there herself, so that she wouldn’t have to ask for help.
As Rebecca fought her way through the minor hurricane, she saw the vague outline of land in the distance. Upon sailing in that direction, the storm suddenly ceased to be, revealing an island under a clear blue sky. Closing in on the island, the edge of a jungle met the beach. According to her makeshift map, she arrived.
Upon arrival at the island, Rebecca docked her boat on a shallow area of shore and changed out of her sailing attire. Now she was dressed in a pair of booty shorts that left very little of her round posterior, and a blue bikini top that contained her double D’s. Her perfectly pedicured feet stepped gingerly on the pure white sand, feeling the warm grains press against her soft soles.
Before her stood a mighty jungle, so dense that she could barely see past the first few trees. Mustering her courage, Rebecca took a step forward. As a bare foot touched the sand, she heard a whizzing sound. A small prick caught her arm. Upon further examination, a feathered dart that came from the trees sticking out of her arm.
“No, wait! I came for…” Rebecca tried to muster out in the native language, but fell face first in the sand as her vision went dark.
Sometime later, Rebecca awoke. The sun was still up so it could have only been a few hours. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that she was in the center of a jungle village. Thatch huts were scattered throughout the area. Different facilities dotted the area, each with its own function.
Rebecca tried to move but found her arms bound above her head to a totem pole. Her legs were similarly trapped at the ankles. Surrounding her was a mass of the village adults. All of them a beautiful smooth tan skin with almond-colored hair. Red tattoos painted their bodies in an assortment of designs, easily visible as there was not a set of clothes in sight.
Directly in front of Rebecca was a man in his forties, with only a headband of multicolored feathers adorning his head. Both he and Rebecca stood on a wooden platform.
The chieftain addressed the tribe, “Family, the goddess has delivered! We have been gifted a woman by the goddess Ticklana! The festival can begin!”
The tribe erupted into cheers. Rebecca shifted in her binds, heart racing at the thought of what her captors might do to her. At least they left her clothes on.
The chieftain turned to his captive. “What is your name, young one?”
“Re-Rebecca, sir.” She stammered out.
“Rebecca!” The crowd cheered.
“Rebeca! You have been brought to us by our goddess, Ticklana! It is a high honor. Do you understand what this means?”
“Rebecca gulped hard, “I think I do.”
“As consent is a core doctrine of our faith, I must ask. Do you consent to be the sacrifice at our three-day festival to honor our goddess of giggles?”
“I would be honored.”
The crowd cheered even harder. Rebecca’s eyes grew wide as she realized what she just agreed to. Meeting this tribe was a long-time fantasy of hers, and now it was a reality.
“Then let the festival begin! The order has already been chosen, so those of you who know, grab a tool and get to work!”
Four members, two curvy women and two cut men, walked over to a rack of tools that was placed off to the side. The women each grabbed a long stick with a massive white feather at the end of it and took positions on either side of Rebecca. One of the men grabbed two smaller feathers and stood directly in front of the sacrifice, while the other chose to go without a weapon and took a place behind her.
Rebecca’s bisexual heart pounded. Three days of unending, delicious torment were about to begin. She could already feel herself getting wet down below. Without wasting time, the four gorgeous villagers attacked.
The two women dragged the feathers up and down Rebecca’s curvy sides, causing her to shake and jiggle in her bondage. The man in front of her stuck the feathers in the little notch between her shoulders and neck, sawing back at forth. The feathers were more ticklish than Rebecca thought they would be. Whatever bird they came from wasn’t known to the rest of the world, but whatever it was, sent electric shocks through her ticklish body.
“Hehehehehehe! Oh, that tickles! Hahahahaha! Mmmhhhhaahahaha!” Rebecca’s face was red with a combo of embarrassment, arousal, and laughter.
What threw her nerves into a frenzy though, was the guy behind her, digging his powerful fingers into her smooth hollows. His stubby fingers poked and prodded at Rebecca’s supple flesh. His fingers danced across her rib cage, moving up and down at random intervals. The fingers tickled worse than the feathers, but Rebecca went ballistic when he hit a particular spot right on her hip bones.
“NOOOAHAHAHA! RIGHTTHERE! AHAHAHA THAT TICKLES SO MUCH!”
“He has found a spot!” The chieftain shouted as the crowd cheered. “Stay there! The goddess will be pleased!”
“NYAHAHAHA! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! BWAHAHAHA MY HIPS ARE SENSITIVE!”
Rebecca shook and waved in her bounds, but they were too tight to escape. Her bikini-clad chest, however, jiggled and shook with her movements. Luckily, her blue bikini fit perfectly so that she wouldn’t fall out. An hour passed of this torture, with no signs of it slowing down. Rebecca was in tears and had stopped begging at this point, simply enjoying her nerve endings being on ticklish fire. There was only one thing aside from laughter coming out of her mouth now.
“PLEASE, I’M SO HORNY! AHAHAHAHA HAHAHA!”
“Family! It is time. The goddess will be fed with the happy juices of Rebecca the sacrifice!” The chieftain, who had done nothing but hype the crowd up, finally did something different.
With deft hands, the leader unbuttoned Rebecca’s booty shorts and yanked them down to her ankles. Her dripping womanhood was now on full display for the tribe. Rebecca tried to cover with her thighs, but her bounds were too tight. While she howled away with ticklish joy, another woman arrived with a saucer of a clear liquid. With Rebecca’s mouth open, the woman poured it down her throat in a way that prevented any chance of choking.
Rebecca felt her entire body burn with desire, but at the same time, the tickling grew worse. Her head swam with nothing but thoughts of needing sweet release. With hair plastered to her face, Rebecca managed one last scream.
“LET ME CUM! AHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT HA WAS THAT HA!”
“That was a special elixir that will keep you from passing out during the ritual, you won’t even need to sleep or eat. The entire tribe has drunk this nectar as well.” The chieftain replied as he removed one of his multicolored feathers from his headband.
“I’LL NEED MMAHAHAHA A BREAK!”
“Not for these three days.” The chieftain replied while positioning his feather right in between Rebecca’s soft and luscious thighs.
With the skill of someone who has trained their entire life for this, the chieftain sawed his special feather between Rebecca’s lips. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Lightning coursed through her body, before erupting back into giggles and laughs, only now it was interspersed with sensual moans.
“OOOHHHHMMM AHAHAH HA HA AHAHNN! DON’T TICKLE ME THROUGH IT! MMMNNNHHHAAN!”
Rebecca was beside herself with lust. Between the tickles on her body, and the cruel feather on her pussy was too much. Despite needing release. She never wanted it to end. Another thirty minutes went by with the soft feather soaked from torturing Rebecca’s clit while sometimes delving deep into her vagina. Finally, Rebecca received the first of many ticklegasms.
“FUUAACK I’MAHAHACOMING! NYAMAHAHNFEOAIHAHAHAHAH! WAIT I OOOOOOHHHH!”
Rebecca spewed her juices all over the wood and earth beneath her as she arched her back in a wondrous display. The hands and the feathers left her body. Allowing her to breathe a sigh of content relief.
“Rebecca has given our home an offering, it is time to change positions!”
“Po-positions?” Rebecca asked as the people around her lifted her totem pole off the ground and began to carry her off.
“Yes! Each time you release ann offering, the manner of tickling will change.”
The tribe deposited Rebecca facedown on a wooden table. Ropes bound her entire body to the table, but her legs were bent at the knee. Each foot was locked in stocks that also pinned her toes back. A new set of ticklers showed up, still two girls and two guys, and got to work. Attached to the stocks were all manner to sharp objects and feathers. As the weapons grazed her foot, Rebecca erupted into strained laughter. After having the most intense ticklegasm of her life, her body was much more sensitive now.
“PLEHEHEHEASE! IT TICKLES HAHAHAHA TOO MUCH! MERCYEHEHEHEHE!” She screamed to the ground.
The ticklers did not stop. Sharpened sticks pocked at scrapped against her trapped toes. Tickly feathers flicked and swished across her heels. There were even makeshift brushes made of local floral scrubbing against her arches.
“WHAAAHAHAHAHA! MYFEETIES! NYOAHAHAHAAHA!”
Hours passed of this torture. The hot sun beat down on Rebecca. Between the heat and the exhaustion, sweat glistened on her body, making Rebecca slick and easy to tickle. Tears and the occasional yellow liquid would spill on the dirt. There was no sign of the torture letting up. After some time, the elder joined in. He sat right on the small of her back, forcing what little movement Rebecca did have to disappear. She couldn’t see what was happening, but the chieftain wiggled his fingers threateningly towards were wide rear end. While she was busy laughing, he attacked, massaging her inner thighs.
Rebecca slipped into silent laughter. Her butt tried to wiggle the chieftain out, but to no avail. With a face stuck in a permanent mirthful smile, Rebecca could do nothing but laugh away. Her mind melted at her the fact she was living out her lifelong fantasy. She managed to break her silent tears for one shout.
“LETMECUHUHUHM! AHAHAHAH MMMHAHAHAHA!”
On command, the chieftain removed an unused feather from his head and slipped it into her pussy. Rebecca screamed, then laughed, then moaned as her rider dragged the feather in and out. She had no idea whether or not to moan or laugh as the sweet torture continued. The chieftain was trained at this, keeping Rebecca on edge for as long as possible, before allowing her another ticklegasm that was even stronger than the first.
Rebecca nearly passed out, but the concoction she drank earlier kept her awake. “Tha-thank-thank you.”
“Onto the next position!” The tribespeople untied Rebecca and carried her to a tree, tying her upside down to it.
“Noooo! Please! Mercy!” Rebecca weakly shouted.
Despite her asking for the torture to end after a few hours, she truthfully never wanted it to end. She was having the time of her life. Between the ticklegasms and the menagerie of sexy people, Rebecca was in absolute bliss. For the rest of the day and deep into the night, Rebecca was tickle tortured in a multitude of positions. Sometimes spread in an X shape, other times hogtied. If she could think about it, it would happen. The tickles didn’t even stop for the tribe to eat, as she was acting as entertainment for their feast.
When the sun rose on the second day, Rebecca was drenched in sweat and had already orgasmed more times than she could count. Her mind was goop, but she didn’t complain. Now she was tied to a wooden rod and suspended by her ankles and wrists as if she was going to be roasted over a fire. The pole was hung on the outskirts of the village over a large dirt mound with numerous holes in it.
“Today is the day that the creatures of the forest get to drink of Rebecca’s rich laughter. This honey will attract them.” The elder stood above Rebecca and poured a thick, golden fluid all over her quivering body.
A sweet aroma filled the air. Rebecca smiled giddily as she heard something moving in the mound beneath her. She could see until they managed to crawl onto her, but thousands of tiny ants assaulted her body, brought by the smell of her honey-coated body. The ants began to nibble at her soft, supple flesh, but instead of being painful, it was like thousands of itchy spots covered her body. The itches stayed but quickly devolved into a mass of full-body tickling. On her feet, thighs, stomach, side, armpits, and ears, no place was safe for Rebecca.
She roared with laughter, “GET THEM OFF! AHAHAHAHAHA THEY TICKLE AHAHAHA TOO MUCH!”
Within minutes, Rebecca was a mess of tears and sweat. Anytime the honey would run dry, somebody would come over and recoat her. Sometimes the applier would even take a soft brush and paint an extra helping on her soles. This forced Rebecca to shake her head in protest, but in actuality, she wanted more. Hours passed as the ants chomped away at her skin. Tears stained the mound beneath her. Sadly, despite her pleas for another, no ticklegasm came. Her frustrated red face told the story of how horny she truly was.
Eventually, the ants had their fill and retreated to their home. Rebecca panted, thankful for the break, but frustrated at her aching clit.
“Please! Somebody, fuck me already!”
Somebody who looked like a younger version of the chieftain, maybe his son or something, made his way over to Rebecca, “My father says that today, you will not be able to orgasm until the end. Sorry.”
Rebecca swung in her bonds, “Noooooo! Please!”
As she said that, she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Multiple centipedes with pincers and legs lined with bristles emerged from the bushes. Rebecca fought against her bondage, feeling that this new set of bugs would be worst than the last. Each centipede crawled across her body, scrubbing the honey with their feet and pincers. Poor Rebecca was aside herself with laughter. They even went after her tears and other body fluids.
“WAAAHAHAHAHA! GET THEM OFF. HAAHAHAHAHLP! I’M GONNA DIE! NAHAHAHAHA!” The centipedes were too much for Rebecca’s red skin.
All she could do was laugh away as her vulnerable body was harassed by hundreds of microfilament brushes. Eventually, the ants came back for a second helping. Rebecca’s red face was stuck in a constant state somewhere between laughter and sobbing. Her overstimulated body screamed for a release that wasn’t coming. One side of her brain was loving every second of her tickle torture, but the other side begged for it to stop so she could relieve her horny itch.
The entire day passed as Rebecca was stuck in her own personal heaven/hell. The village went on with daily duties, sometimes returning to her to give her some teasing mocks and jeers, which only served to make her torture worse. Night came and went, and the bugs finally left her quaking body alone. Nobody came to release her, however. Instead, the chieftain’s son lifted her pole over his shoulder and carried her back to the middle of the village.
“Where are we going?” Rebecca asked while trying to recover from her ordeal.
“On day three, you are to be thrown in the pit. You will be pulled out when the sun rises tomorrow.”
“What’s in the pit?”
“Mouth of the Goddess.”
“I guess I’m about to find out what that is, huh?”
In a different corner of the village, Rebecca saw a large pit surrounded by a thin wooden fence. The village adults made a path for her and the chieftain’s son directly to the hole. Rebecca’s breathing grew faster as she grew closer. Whatever waited in the pit would surely be worse than her imagination could conjure.
“Have fun, Rebecca.” The chieftain’s son said as he dangled her pole over the pit, untying her ankles and wrists at the same time.
Rebecca plummeted into the darkness. Instead of hitting what she thought would be rock, she instead bounced off something bumpy and slimy. The bumps felt amazing against her naked lips, and she immediately began to grind against them. As she did, the entire hole was illuminated with bioluminescence. Rebecca could see that the entire pit was made out of some sort of glowing pink flesh. The floor even looked like a massive tongue.
Before she could finish herself off, the walls of the hole sprung forth, revealing multiple, writhing tentacles. Each one wrapped around Rebecca. One tied her arms behind her head while two more grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart. Then, the Mouth of the Goddess went to work.
Hundreds of tentacles attacked Rebecca’s exhausted body. Even if she wanted to fight back, she no longer had the energy. Slippery tentacles stroked and dug into sweaty and soft ribs and armpits. Those with dull spikes scrubbed her soles. Feathery tips swirled in her ears and sawed at her neck. Rebecca cried and laughed into the rubbery nubs beneath her.
“IT’S TOO MUCH! WAAAHAHAHAHAHA MAKE IT STOP! BLAGHAHAHAHA LET ME CUM!”
The tentacles holding her ankles and arms obliged. With a gentle tug, the flesh hole started to drag Rebecca back and forth across the ground. Her bikini top finally came loose, allowing her hardened nipples to rub across the wet floor. She moaned out in lustful ticklishness as the multitude of nubs rubbed against her swollen clit. The tickling, however, never once stopped. Rebecca was hornier than she had ever been in her life.
The ankle straps spread her legs, which Rebecca didn’t fight against. Two final tentacles emerged from the wall, each covered by nothing but soft bristles. Rebecca’s sopping womanhood was spread wide, allowing easy access for one tentacle. The bristles inserted themselves and began to pump. The other one wrapped around her waist while sawing back and forth between her cheeks. This was the worst tickling she had ever experienced. Thousands of the softest bristles scraped against her inner walls, forcing her waist to shiver at the dual stimulus. Her ticked crack was assaulted as well, bringing nothing but a ticklish stimulus to her brain.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH IT TICKLES! AAAHAHAHAHA! IT FEELS SOOHOHOHO GOOD! I’M COMING! NYAGHURAHAAHAHAAHPAHGUEAAAAAHHHAHAHAH!”
Rebecca’s world was a writhing mass of tentacles, tickle, and pleasure. Her wildest dreams were true. She was stuck in a constant ticklegasm. The moment she would come down, her body would rise right back up. Her mind broke after two hours, but the pit refused to stop. It drank her tears, spit, sweat, pee, and juices, engorging itself. The pit had never had a meal this delicious, and Rebecca had never had pleasures like this. She spent the entire day in the pit, screaming, crying, and laughing as she enjoyed her time as a sacrifice to Ticklana.
Finally, after a full twenty-four hours of constant ticklegasms, the concoction Rebecca drank days before wore off, allowing her to finally collapse and pass out from sensory overload. Noticing that its prey had finally stopped struggling, the pit released Rebecca from its clutches. A tribe member lowered a lasso and fished Rebecca’s limp body out of the hole by her waist.
Rebecca slept for two days as her body recovered, but when she awoke, she was greeted with applause and praise. Due to her performance as a sacrifice, the tribe offered her a permanent place among them as their high priestess. This would entail being a yearly sacrifice for Ticklana and living on the island to be tickled whenever she wished. Rebecca immediately agreed to this, spending the rest of the days with the tribe she had dreamed of meeting since she was a child.
Years passed, and Rebecca enjoyed every moment with the tribe. She even happily married the chieftain’s son, who had a true tickle fetish as well. Children were sired with him and her days were spent with a permanent smile on her face. Ticklana’s sacrifice spent the rest of her life in constant laughter.
Hey y'all. This was my first Female Lee tickle story. It was fun to write. If anybody wants a custom story for 2 cents a word then please message me.
