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"HAAAAAA! HEEEE! PLEASE.. !PLEEHEESE STOP! PLEHEEASE STOP TICKLING ME!" Lugar laughed and screamed hysterically as Master Omar tortured him with his fingernails on Lugar's bare, ticklish skin. The Kremar captured Lugar and were punishing him with tickle torture for violating their space. The Kremar were xenophobes who were driven away from their home planet in the far reaches of unexplored space. The Kremar were both ticklish and devious ticklers. Their tickle torturers were feared among the near by worlds, especially Lugar's planet Panjuar.
The inhabitants of Panjuar were among the most ticklish in the sector. Their ticklishness was genetic - they carry the TTR gene and the TTL gene. If one person carries both genes, they have the misfortune of being horribly and extremely ticklish. Even a light brush against bare skin sends them into giggles.
Lugar carries both genes, so this tickle torture was indeed tortuous as it send tickly waves up his spine and down his extremities to his bare feet and up to his armpits, both his weakness as they were his ticklish "Hot spots".
Lugar's body was naked and soaked with sweat as he laughed and shrieked from the menacing tickling of Master Omar's fingertips and nails. Finally, being exhausted, Lugar passed out.
"Cut him down, cloth him and lock him up in the Centorium. If he still refuses to talk, we will start tickling him again and again until his will is broken and he tells us what we want to know."
Master Omar, sweaty himself from torturing Lugar went to his quarters to shower and rest. He secretly hoped that his personal tickler visited to make him forget the day with tickling all over his body. Master Omar came from Wishgam Provence. People from Wishgam were trained to be ticklers and tickle torturers as they knew first hand what being tortured felt like. From midage or the age of 8, they were taken and tickle tortured every day until the age of adulthood, when they were trained to be ticklers and torturers.
Master Omar came from a tribe where they were the most ticklish. When Master Omar reached midage, he was assigned a personal tickler. This tickler's assignment was to tickle Master Omar twice daily - in the morning and at night. Master Omar's personal tickler was especially devious. He knew where Master Omar was the most ticklish and tortured him into relentless, hysterical laughter.
End Part 1
"Tickling Master Omar"
Master Omar stepped out of the shower and was toweling himself off when he heard Grekal, his personal tickler enter the room. Master Omar walked into the room. "It was an exhausting day - I tickled an alien form Panjuar. He endured my tickles for hours until he passed out." Grekal laughed. "You are among the best tickle torturer we have. So why were you affected by this tickling?" Have you entered the Awakening again?" The Awakening happened about twice a year during adult hood. It is a time when the person experiences overwhelming ticklishness and are affected when they are doing the tickling as well as being tickled themselves. When they are doing the tickling, they feel every tickly stroke, but not enough to send them into laughter. They feel a sense uncomfortableness and feel tickly shivers. In some, those shivers do cause laughter.
"Maybe. either way... I am feeling especially ticklish tonight on my belly, sides ribs and armpits. You will have no problem bringing me to ticklish laughter.." By now, Master Omar was laying naked on a table, his wrists and ankles bound with soft restraints. Grekal was standing over him, gently stroking his fingers along Master Omar's ribs. Master Omar wriggled uncomfortably on the table as Grekal started tickling him. Suddenly, Grekal found a very ticklish spot on Master Omar's lower sides and hips. " HAHAHAHA! HEEHEEHEE! STOPPPP!" Master Omar wriggled and writhed as Grekal kept tickling him.
Grekal began tickling the arches of Master Omar's bare feet. Master Omar ....
End Part 2
Master Omar's eyes widened as Grekal locked his bare feet into the stocks. "Wait ... Wha... What are you doing? Please.. anything but my feet... PLEASE! NOT MY FEET!!" Master Omar bit his lip as Grekal started running the tip of his forefinger under toes firmly enough to tickle. Master Omar continued bite his lip as Grekal's finger tickled under his toes. Tickly shivers ran up Master's Omar's body as he began giggling and struggling to pull his feet out of the stocks. Grekal kept tickling under each toe playfully. "Tickle tickly Tickle!!" he teased. Master Omar was overcome with ticklish laughter as Grekal began tickling his arches.
Sweat poured off of Master Omar's body as he twisted and laughed hysterically. Grekal knew Master Omar's weakness was his bare and extremely ticklish feet, especially under his toes and along his arches. Both were ultra ticklish.
"Pl...Pl..PLEASE!! ST..ST..HAHAHAHA HEEEHEE... OP!" Master Omar pleaded. Grekal began nibble tickling Master Omar's arches sending him into even more hysterical laughter... babbling ticklishly. HIs chest heaved up and down as he giggled harder and harder. He felt like his whole body was being tickled. He couldn't plead because of his babbling and hysterically ticklish laughter.
After having his fun, Grekal stopped tickling Master Omar and released him. Master Omar continued giggling in his ticklish afterglow. He finally recovered. and glared at Grekal angerly and called for the guards. The guards entered the room. "Take Him! Take him to the Tickling Dungeon!" Grekal backed up. "Please ... Please don't! Please don't send me to the Dungeon. You know what happens to personal ticklers who are as ticklish as I am! PLEASE!!"
"You went beyond the Articles of Personal Tickling! You were torturing me! Now you will be punished! Guards take him, strip him and hand him over to the Ticklers. Let them tickle punish him! Tickle his whole body until he passes out. Then tickle him again when he recovers!"
End Part 3
Grekal's Punishment
The guards dragged a struggling Grekal down to the Tickle Dungeon. This is where the personal ticklers were punished for a variety of wrong doing, such as going too far when tickling their masters.
The guards dragged Grekal into the dungeon and threw him on the floor. "He's to be tickle punished until he passes out, then tickle punishment is to continue until he passes out again!"
Pak-Lial was an imposing figure of a man. Ticklish to a fault, but a relentless tickle torturer and punisher. "And what have we here? He bent down and cupped Grekal's face in his hand. Sweat dripped off his face as he look away from Pak-Lial.
"The Great Grekal! Oh have I dreamed of tickling your "I am better than everyone" attitude out of you. Master Omar wants you to be harshly tickled. I will do that myself! I will tickle you slowly, methodically until you are broken into ticklish mush! Take him! Bind him to the Tickling Frame! Tickle torture him slowly! Master Omar shall have his punishment exacted."
The guards locked Grekal onto the frame and ripped off his tunic. Two of Pak-Lial's harsher ticklers smiled as they approached Grekal.
The inhabitants of Panjuar were among the most ticklish in the sector. Their ticklishness was genetic - they carry the TTR gene and the TTL gene. If one person carries both genes, they have the misfortune of being horribly and extremely ticklish. Even a light brush against bare skin sends them into giggles.
Lugar carries both genes, so this tickle torture was indeed tortuous as it send tickly waves up his spine and down his extremities to his bare feet and up to his armpits, both his weakness as they were his ticklish "Hot spots".
Lugar's body was naked and soaked with sweat as he laughed and shrieked from the menacing tickling of Master Omar's fingertips and nails. Finally, being exhausted, Lugar passed out.
"Cut him down, cloth him and lock him up in the Centorium. If he still refuses to talk, we will start tickling him again and again until his will is broken and he tells us what we want to know."
Master Omar, sweaty himself from torturing Lugar went to his quarters to shower and rest. He secretly hoped that his personal tickler visited to make him forget the day with tickling all over his body. Master Omar came from Wishgam Provence. People from Wishgam were trained to be ticklers and tickle torturers as they knew first hand what being tortured felt like. From midage or the age of 8, they were taken and tickle tortured every day until the age of adulthood, when they were trained to be ticklers and torturers.
Master Omar came from a tribe where they were the most ticklish. When Master Omar reached midage, he was assigned a personal tickler. This tickler's assignment was to tickle Master Omar twice daily - in the morning and at night. Master Omar's personal tickler was especially devious. He knew where Master Omar was the most ticklish and tortured him into relentless, hysterical laughter.
End Part 1
"Tickling Master Omar"
Master Omar stepped out of the shower and was toweling himself off when he heard Grekal, his personal tickler enter the room. Master Omar walked into the room. "It was an exhausting day - I tickled an alien form Panjuar. He endured my tickles for hours until he passed out." Grekal laughed. "You are among the best tickle torturer we have. So why were you affected by this tickling?" Have you entered the Awakening again?" The Awakening happened about twice a year during adult hood. It is a time when the person experiences overwhelming ticklishness and are affected when they are doing the tickling as well as being tickled themselves. When they are doing the tickling, they feel every tickly stroke, but not enough to send them into laughter. They feel a sense uncomfortableness and feel tickly shivers. In some, those shivers do cause laughter.
"Maybe. either way... I am feeling especially ticklish tonight on my belly, sides ribs and armpits. You will have no problem bringing me to ticklish laughter.." By now, Master Omar was laying naked on a table, his wrists and ankles bound with soft restraints. Grekal was standing over him, gently stroking his fingers along Master Omar's ribs. Master Omar wriggled uncomfortably on the table as Grekal started tickling him. Suddenly, Grekal found a very ticklish spot on Master Omar's lower sides and hips. " HAHAHAHA! HEEHEEHEE! STOPPPP!" Master Omar wriggled and writhed as Grekal kept tickling him.
Grekal began tickling the arches of Master Omar's bare feet. Master Omar ....
End Part 2
Master Omar's eyes widened as Grekal locked his bare feet into the stocks. "Wait ... Wha... What are you doing? Please.. anything but my feet... PLEASE! NOT MY FEET!!" Master Omar bit his lip as Grekal started running the tip of his forefinger under toes firmly enough to tickle. Master Omar continued bite his lip as Grekal's finger tickled under his toes. Tickly shivers ran up Master's Omar's body as he began giggling and struggling to pull his feet out of the stocks. Grekal kept tickling under each toe playfully. "Tickle tickly Tickle!!" he teased. Master Omar was overcome with ticklish laughter as Grekal began tickling his arches.
Sweat poured off of Master Omar's body as he twisted and laughed hysterically. Grekal knew Master Omar's weakness was his bare and extremely ticklish feet, especially under his toes and along his arches. Both were ultra ticklish.
"Pl...Pl..PLEASE!! ST..ST..HAHAHAHA HEEEHEE... OP!" Master Omar pleaded. Grekal began nibble tickling Master Omar's arches sending him into even more hysterical laughter... babbling ticklishly. HIs chest heaved up and down as he giggled harder and harder. He felt like his whole body was being tickled. He couldn't plead because of his babbling and hysterically ticklish laughter.
After having his fun, Grekal stopped tickling Master Omar and released him. Master Omar continued giggling in his ticklish afterglow. He finally recovered. and glared at Grekal angerly and called for the guards. The guards entered the room. "Take Him! Take him to the Tickling Dungeon!" Grekal backed up. "Please ... Please don't! Please don't send me to the Dungeon. You know what happens to personal ticklers who are as ticklish as I am! PLEASE!!"
"You went beyond the Articles of Personal Tickling! You were torturing me! Now you will be punished! Guards take him, strip him and hand him over to the Ticklers. Let them tickle punish him! Tickle his whole body until he passes out. Then tickle him again when he recovers!"
End Part 3
Grekal's Punishment
The guards dragged a struggling Grekal down to the Tickle Dungeon. This is where the personal ticklers were punished for a variety of wrong doing, such as going too far when tickling their masters.
The guards dragged Grekal into the dungeon and threw him on the floor. "He's to be tickle punished until he passes out, then tickle punishment is to continue until he passes out again!"
Pak-Lial was an imposing figure of a man. Ticklish to a fault, but a relentless tickle torturer and punisher. "And what have we here? He bent down and cupped Grekal's face in his hand. Sweat dripped off his face as he look away from Pak-Lial.
"The Great Grekal! Oh have I dreamed of tickling your "I am better than everyone" attitude out of you. Master Omar wants you to be harshly tickled. I will do that myself! I will tickle you slowly, methodically until you are broken into ticklish mush! Take him! Bind him to the Tickling Frame! Tickle torture him slowly! Master Omar shall have his punishment exacted."
The guards locked Grekal onto the frame and ripped off his tunic. Two of Pak-Lial's harsher ticklers smiled as they approached Grekal.
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