Journia
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The Hallows eve Scare
Okay, this is my first story, so tell me what you think, maybe I will post more. I have a whole archive of things like this. If you want me to go into more detail with certain aspects of the story, I will gladly do so in this thread.
Hallow's
Journia Legaladuc
In Jayville, a not so distant, yet so foreign town on the right side of Albatross, A state in the country of Heron, A party was being held, and it was for a girl, her name was Malicia she was a lovely young Goth, with short black hair and blue-grey eyes. The night was October 31st Or all Hallow's eve. The partygoers were dressed in their attire customary for the post occidental ritual. Some boys wore all black while some only wore jeans, but the girls took this special time to do themselves up. Some girls wore black skirts, some wore long robes, some just wore jeans too. But none of them wore shoes. All around the house, all that could be seen were socked female feet of all colors. Most of the girls in jeans wore whites though. There was one girl however who wore jeans but with large pumps. Black pumps and white socks. This was eighteen year-old Malicia Jenkins. All her life, this girl had been afraid of one thing, only this, Being tickled on her feet. Now, it wasn't that she was afraid of the tickling of itself, in fact she lusted for some boy to take her into his room, strap her down to his bed and let his fingers have their ten ways with her soft socked feet, it was just the laughter that would have come of the tickling. You see, Malicia had a heart condition, which made her vulnerable to most things we would take for granted. Such as comedy, anything that would make us laugh hard, to the point of sweating, may cause her to have a heart attack. Thus giving her the chance of death.
Malicia was sitting in the kitchen in her house and sipping some iced tea and dangling her right pump on the edge of her toe. She did not notice the long pale finger that was coming nearer to her instep. Malicia sipped some more then scrunched up dropped the glass and tea shot out of her nose, she giggled for thirty seconds afterwards. She then took off the belt of her lo-rider jeans and bound her feet together. She looked up to see, Harry, a black boy who really liked her but was afraid to ask.
"Take me upstairs so we can be alone."
"What?"
"Take me upstairs, lock my door and tie me to my bed."
So the boy took Malicia up the stairs and to her room where he locked the door and attached her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. He slipped off her right pump and began tracing a line up and down the balls if her foot. Malicia smiled and stared toward the ceiling. the boy began to stroke the socked pads of her toes. The parts that were flat on the bottom because of her foot posture. Malicia's toes scrunched up.
"Your feet are very attractive, in socks that is." The boy said. Malicia looked at him like a succubus who enjoyed herself.
"Then have your way with them." She said with a smile. She flexed her foot beckoning him to come on and tickle. He wasted no time. He kissed each toe, the ball of her foot, her sole and her heel, then began to tickle her foot with both of his long-fingered, fast moving hands. Malicia was really enjoying herself, she was smiling and giggling and thrashing her head. her glasses were slipping down her nose. her denim jacket which covered her black shirt was open. Her chest heaved as she controlled the rare of her giggling. at certain points she would stop. Finally, the boy took off her left pump and went through the same procedure. Kiss foot parts then tickle with both hands. for about thirty minutes this went on. Then he began to tickle her feet at the same time. Soon he tired with her beautiful feet, and walked along her legs with his fingers. Malicia's legs began to shake violently, and she smiled as it happened. He then made running motions in her inner thighs.
"Oooh oooh oooh!" She yelled. she sank into fits of little giggles. He soon made his way slowly but surely toward her tummy, her stomach was firm like an ironing board, and round like a little child's. She clenched her teeth and thrashed her head. Her legs were jumping in their restraints. Harry, saw the opportunity, He pulled up her shirt and poked his finger in her navel.
"Bwahahaha! Yes Yes! Wahahaha!" Harry began to tickle her armpits but she pleaded for him to go back to her navel. Harry saw a few tools he could use. He saw a quill with a bird's feather on it. He took the quill and feathered he navel. "Yeahaha! Thihihis iss it!" She giggled as the feather slid in and out of her child-like navel. Harry began to draw a sun around her navel. Like an Inca insignia. Suddenly the door burst open and girl in a tattered brown skirt with jet black hair and white make up entered the room and gasped. She also wore dark eye shadow.
"Harry! You promised I would be your toy!" She did not even stay to hear him and ran down the stairs in anger. She passed a boy dressed as Jack O' Lantern. She never even apologized to him. She merely left the house. The boy pursued her. The girl wore running shoes and white socks, she got on her bike and rolled down the hill toward the cemetery. She went through there to get home. She wasn't even three minutes into her ride when her tire broke and she fell tumbling down the hill. She landed at the bottom of the hill. She looked around then tried to rise. She found she could not. She had sprained her ankle. She called for help. But none came. Then her ears picked up footsteps and turned to call, but she was frozen with fear. Her ears picked up the footsteps of a tall scarecrow. He wore a pumpkin for a head.
"Aaaah!" she screamed as she rose and fell, then limped away. The monster came after her and brought her to the ground. It then sat upon her legs and ripped off one of her trainers. And stroked its long fingers over her socked foot. It twitched wildly and she giggled uncontrollably.
"Stop! Sahahahap!" She twisted and turned to no avail. the monster ripped off her other shoe and tickled that foot. Somehow the girl broke away and ran sock foot into the cemetery. The Monster followed her.
The graves were quiet and the crickets chirped. Suddenly the girl ran through and fell over a grave. She had lost the monster. She heard the monster approaching and she hid behind the gravestone. The monster passed the gravestone quietly and never saw her. Suddenly an arm burst from the ground then another, the two arms grabbed her ankles. Then two more grabbed her wrists. Then another decayed hand rose and began to peel off her right sock. This whole agenda frightened the girl, but she was not going to say a word. if she did, the monster would find her. Then the hand began to scratch her sole. her face scrunched up and she kicked around. the hand only scratched her foot faster. Then another hand did the same thing. The girl was beginning to lose composure, giggles were seeping out of her mouth. Then more hands appeared about her tummy and began to prod her belly flesh. and another a the armpit. The monster saw her and ran toward her. along with a little demon like thing. the monster proceeded to tickle her armpit.
Malicia was now crying and laughing at the same time, Harry was lightly stroking her smooth Indian armpits. Through that whole night, no one ever saw the pumpkin headed boy come or leave, and never again did they see, Harry's old girlfriend.
Okay, this is my first story, so tell me what you think, maybe I will post more. I have a whole archive of things like this. If you want me to go into more detail with certain aspects of the story, I will gladly do so in this thread.
Hallow's
Journia Legaladuc
In Jayville, a not so distant, yet so foreign town on the right side of Albatross, A state in the country of Heron, A party was being held, and it was for a girl, her name was Malicia she was a lovely young Goth, with short black hair and blue-grey eyes. The night was October 31st Or all Hallow's eve. The partygoers were dressed in their attire customary for the post occidental ritual. Some boys wore all black while some only wore jeans, but the girls took this special time to do themselves up. Some girls wore black skirts, some wore long robes, some just wore jeans too. But none of them wore shoes. All around the house, all that could be seen were socked female feet of all colors. Most of the girls in jeans wore whites though. There was one girl however who wore jeans but with large pumps. Black pumps and white socks. This was eighteen year-old Malicia Jenkins. All her life, this girl had been afraid of one thing, only this, Being tickled on her feet. Now, it wasn't that she was afraid of the tickling of itself, in fact she lusted for some boy to take her into his room, strap her down to his bed and let his fingers have their ten ways with her soft socked feet, it was just the laughter that would have come of the tickling. You see, Malicia had a heart condition, which made her vulnerable to most things we would take for granted. Such as comedy, anything that would make us laugh hard, to the point of sweating, may cause her to have a heart attack. Thus giving her the chance of death.
Malicia was sitting in the kitchen in her house and sipping some iced tea and dangling her right pump on the edge of her toe. She did not notice the long pale finger that was coming nearer to her instep. Malicia sipped some more then scrunched up dropped the glass and tea shot out of her nose, she giggled for thirty seconds afterwards. She then took off the belt of her lo-rider jeans and bound her feet together. She looked up to see, Harry, a black boy who really liked her but was afraid to ask.
"Take me upstairs so we can be alone."
"What?"
"Take me upstairs, lock my door and tie me to my bed."
So the boy took Malicia up the stairs and to her room where he locked the door and attached her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. He slipped off her right pump and began tracing a line up and down the balls if her foot. Malicia smiled and stared toward the ceiling. the boy began to stroke the socked pads of her toes. The parts that were flat on the bottom because of her foot posture. Malicia's toes scrunched up.
"Your feet are very attractive, in socks that is." The boy said. Malicia looked at him like a succubus who enjoyed herself.
"Then have your way with them." She said with a smile. She flexed her foot beckoning him to come on and tickle. He wasted no time. He kissed each toe, the ball of her foot, her sole and her heel, then began to tickle her foot with both of his long-fingered, fast moving hands. Malicia was really enjoying herself, she was smiling and giggling and thrashing her head. her glasses were slipping down her nose. her denim jacket which covered her black shirt was open. Her chest heaved as she controlled the rare of her giggling. at certain points she would stop. Finally, the boy took off her left pump and went through the same procedure. Kiss foot parts then tickle with both hands. for about thirty minutes this went on. Then he began to tickle her feet at the same time. Soon he tired with her beautiful feet, and walked along her legs with his fingers. Malicia's legs began to shake violently, and she smiled as it happened. He then made running motions in her inner thighs.
"Oooh oooh oooh!" She yelled. she sank into fits of little giggles. He soon made his way slowly but surely toward her tummy, her stomach was firm like an ironing board, and round like a little child's. She clenched her teeth and thrashed her head. Her legs were jumping in their restraints. Harry, saw the opportunity, He pulled up her shirt and poked his finger in her navel.
"Bwahahaha! Yes Yes! Wahahaha!" Harry began to tickle her armpits but she pleaded for him to go back to her navel. Harry saw a few tools he could use. He saw a quill with a bird's feather on it. He took the quill and feathered he navel. "Yeahaha! Thihihis iss it!" She giggled as the feather slid in and out of her child-like navel. Harry began to draw a sun around her navel. Like an Inca insignia. Suddenly the door burst open and girl in a tattered brown skirt with jet black hair and white make up entered the room and gasped. She also wore dark eye shadow.
"Harry! You promised I would be your toy!" She did not even stay to hear him and ran down the stairs in anger. She passed a boy dressed as Jack O' Lantern. She never even apologized to him. She merely left the house. The boy pursued her. The girl wore running shoes and white socks, she got on her bike and rolled down the hill toward the cemetery. She went through there to get home. She wasn't even three minutes into her ride when her tire broke and she fell tumbling down the hill. She landed at the bottom of the hill. She looked around then tried to rise. She found she could not. She had sprained her ankle. She called for help. But none came. Then her ears picked up footsteps and turned to call, but she was frozen with fear. Her ears picked up the footsteps of a tall scarecrow. He wore a pumpkin for a head.
"Aaaah!" she screamed as she rose and fell, then limped away. The monster came after her and brought her to the ground. It then sat upon her legs and ripped off one of her trainers. And stroked its long fingers over her socked foot. It twitched wildly and she giggled uncontrollably.
"Stop! Sahahahap!" She twisted and turned to no avail. the monster ripped off her other shoe and tickled that foot. Somehow the girl broke away and ran sock foot into the cemetery. The Monster followed her.
The graves were quiet and the crickets chirped. Suddenly the girl ran through and fell over a grave. She had lost the monster. She heard the monster approaching and she hid behind the gravestone. The monster passed the gravestone quietly and never saw her. Suddenly an arm burst from the ground then another, the two arms grabbed her ankles. Then two more grabbed her wrists. Then another decayed hand rose and began to peel off her right sock. This whole agenda frightened the girl, but she was not going to say a word. if she did, the monster would find her. Then the hand began to scratch her sole. her face scrunched up and she kicked around. the hand only scratched her foot faster. Then another hand did the same thing. The girl was beginning to lose composure, giggles were seeping out of her mouth. Then more hands appeared about her tummy and began to prod her belly flesh. and another a the armpit. The monster saw her and ran toward her. along with a little demon like thing. the monster proceeded to tickle her armpit.
Malicia was now crying and laughing at the same time, Harry was lightly stroking her smooth Indian armpits. Through that whole night, no one ever saw the pumpkin headed boy come or leave, and never again did they see, Harry's old girlfriend.
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