clean_kitchen
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Here is the fourth installment of my "Reh'taef" story. This one should provide more action than the first three. Bear with me... this is my first story.
THE REH'TAEF
by clean_kitchen
4: RUDE AWAKENINGS
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A hundred thoughts flew through Amidala's mind as the creatures approached, still trying to wrap her mind around the reality that she was about to be tickled by what she thought were fictional monsters. What would it be like to be tickled like this? Could she take it? She thought she might be able to at first, but her confidence was quickly leaving her as the creatures raised their arms and waved their delicate fingers. Her entire upper body tingled with horrible anticipation as if she could already feel them tickling her.
A rush of panic overtook her and was immediately swept away by the first ticklish sensations. Her head flew back, her legs gave way, and she screamed. Her shriek gave way to gales of maniacal laughter.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Count Dooku grinned with satisfaction at the very first wide-eyed gasp of a woman who just realized how bad this would tickle. The creatures stood on either side of Amidala, running their fingers skillfully up and down her sides and arms, along her bare back and across her tummy. The fingers of the Reh'taef were long and nimble, light as a feather, but with substance -- a strange combination that provided a perfect tickling blend of sensations.
"AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The beautiful senator had lost all conscious thought the moment the Reh'taef touched her. All she knew now was tickling, and all she wanted was for it to stop. She swung from her bonds as best she could, trying to avoid the tickly touches, but the creatures had her from all directions.
"Enough!" Commanded Dooku. The creatures stopped their assault.
Amidala slumped in her chains, panting and giggling. Her head hung down. "Oh my gawd, that was horrible!" was her first thought as reason returned. She had never, ever been tickled like that; those creatures tickled her in a way she didn't even think possible. She hadn't been afraid of the Reh'taef stories before, but she was a true believer after the five minutes she just endured. She had a feeling this was going to be a long night.
"Very good, my dear," Count Dooku said after a few moments had passed.
Amidala raised her head to look at her tormentor, her hair falling awkwardly along the side of her face. "What ... do you want?"
Count Dooku stepped closer, grinned, and replied, "This," and motioned to the creatures.
"OH, PLEASE! PLEASE! NO! NAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!...."
* * *
"...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Tora screamed and laughed into the pillow as Sari's nails fluttered across her bare back and up and down her sides.
"AAAHHHHHH! AAAHHHHH! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Sari was enjoying this. Tora, bewildered by her master, Kara Luun's, reaction to the disappearance of Senator Amidala wanted to learn more about being tickled. She decided to find out what it would be like and asked Sari, a fellow padawan to help.
In order to investigate the sensation of tickling as torture, Tora instructed Sari to tie her face down on the bed with her arms stretched out in front of her. She then instructed Sari to tickle her as bad as she could for ten minutes, even if Tora begged her to stop. If this didn't simulate tickle torture, Tora didn't know what would.
Tora got her wish. Sari had spent the last five minutes straddling her friend's hips and tickling all over her upper body. Her nails skittered along her captive's back and on her sides, producing gales of laughter. Tora held out for several minutes before she began to beg for Sari to stop. Her underarms had made the decision.
Sari, a novice tickler, was quick to pick up on the greatly increased reaction when her nails found Tora's underarms. She now concentrated her attention there. Her fingers performed a torturous dance on the sensitive skin of the smooth hollows.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHMYGAWDOHMYGAWD! AAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The tickling sensation stopped, and she Tora could feel Sari shifting her weight. Maybe the ten minutes was over. She couldn't believe how bad the tickling was, and she was surprised at herself that she longed so much for the torture to end. That's right -- torture; she was now convinced that this could be a quite effective form of persuasion.
"Ohmygawd, Sari, that was terribAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The ten minutes was not over, as Tora had hoped. In fact, only about five minutes had passed. She had simply been afforded a brief respite while Sari repositioned herself to face the other direction.
Sari was now working her nails up and down Tora's legs. Tora screeched when Sari found the inside of her thighs. The bonds kept Tora from bringing her legs together, so she found no protection from Sari's fingers. They danced and glided inside her thigh from her knee, nearly to her crotch and then down the back of her thigh, pausing for a moment at the back of the knee.
Sari found that the back of Tora's thigh near her buttocks got quite a response, so she spent several seconds exploring that area.
"PLEASE SARI PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Tora let loose a wild scream and managed even in her bound state to buck Sari right off the bed.
Sari had been dragging her nails down Tora's calves when she glided past her ankles onto the soles of her feet. That's when Tora had lost it and Sari found herself on the floor.
"Woah, jackpot!" said Sari as she positioned herself kneeling on the floor facing the foot of the bed.
Tora panicked. "NO! SARI! PLEASE! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Sari ignored her friend's pleas as she had been instructed to do and instead focused her attention on tickling her friend's feet. Her nails danced quickly up and down the bare soles, from heel to toe and back again. She worked around the side, on top, and then back to the arches.
Tora buried her head in the pillow and filled it with screaming laughter. Her body shook, but she had run out of energy to fight. For the final few minutes of the experiment, she just laughed and took it.
* * *
Jedi Master Kara Luun sat up in her bed, staring sadly into space. She had been awakened by an overwhelming sense of tickled agony coming from her padawan. So in tune was she to her apprentice that she could almost feel the tickling Tora was enduring, but she was grateful that she could not.
Tora must have sensed her master's dismay at the Reh'taef and decided to find out what it felt like to be tickled. Kara was sorry that she would have to bring Tora into this mess, and that she would have to learn about the torture methods of the Reh'taef, but she supposed it would come up sooner or later.
Kara had hoped that Tora would not be ticklish, but she had no such hope now. She wasn't sure who was tickling her young padawan, but whoever it was was getting her good. It was probably Sari. That's good, she thought. At least her first experience is a safe one.
That comfort was overshadowed by returning memories of her own encounter with the Reh'taef. She felt it wouldn't be long before she was getting what Tora was getting now -- only worse. She hoped that Tora would sleep well tonight. And she tried not to think about Amidala, at least not for now. There was no doubt in her mind that the senator either was or soon would be getting tickled something fierce, and there was nothing they could do about it.
[to be continued...next: "Set a Course"]
THE REH'TAEF
by clean_kitchen
4: RUDE AWAKENINGS
-------------------
A hundred thoughts flew through Amidala's mind as the creatures approached, still trying to wrap her mind around the reality that she was about to be tickled by what she thought were fictional monsters. What would it be like to be tickled like this? Could she take it? She thought she might be able to at first, but her confidence was quickly leaving her as the creatures raised their arms and waved their delicate fingers. Her entire upper body tingled with horrible anticipation as if she could already feel them tickling her.
A rush of panic overtook her and was immediately swept away by the first ticklish sensations. Her head flew back, her legs gave way, and she screamed. Her shriek gave way to gales of maniacal laughter.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Count Dooku grinned with satisfaction at the very first wide-eyed gasp of a woman who just realized how bad this would tickle. The creatures stood on either side of Amidala, running their fingers skillfully up and down her sides and arms, along her bare back and across her tummy. The fingers of the Reh'taef were long and nimble, light as a feather, but with substance -- a strange combination that provided a perfect tickling blend of sensations.
"AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The beautiful senator had lost all conscious thought the moment the Reh'taef touched her. All she knew now was tickling, and all she wanted was for it to stop. She swung from her bonds as best she could, trying to avoid the tickly touches, but the creatures had her from all directions.
"Enough!" Commanded Dooku. The creatures stopped their assault.
Amidala slumped in her chains, panting and giggling. Her head hung down. "Oh my gawd, that was horrible!" was her first thought as reason returned. She had never, ever been tickled like that; those creatures tickled her in a way she didn't even think possible. She hadn't been afraid of the Reh'taef stories before, but she was a true believer after the five minutes she just endured. She had a feeling this was going to be a long night.
"Very good, my dear," Count Dooku said after a few moments had passed.
Amidala raised her head to look at her tormentor, her hair falling awkwardly along the side of her face. "What ... do you want?"
Count Dooku stepped closer, grinned, and replied, "This," and motioned to the creatures.
"OH, PLEASE! PLEASE! NO! NAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!...."
* * *
"...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Tora screamed and laughed into the pillow as Sari's nails fluttered across her bare back and up and down her sides.
"AAAHHHHHH! AAAHHHHH! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Sari was enjoying this. Tora, bewildered by her master, Kara Luun's, reaction to the disappearance of Senator Amidala wanted to learn more about being tickled. She decided to find out what it would be like and asked Sari, a fellow padawan to help.
In order to investigate the sensation of tickling as torture, Tora instructed Sari to tie her face down on the bed with her arms stretched out in front of her. She then instructed Sari to tickle her as bad as she could for ten minutes, even if Tora begged her to stop. If this didn't simulate tickle torture, Tora didn't know what would.
Tora got her wish. Sari had spent the last five minutes straddling her friend's hips and tickling all over her upper body. Her nails skittered along her captive's back and on her sides, producing gales of laughter. Tora held out for several minutes before she began to beg for Sari to stop. Her underarms had made the decision.
Sari, a novice tickler, was quick to pick up on the greatly increased reaction when her nails found Tora's underarms. She now concentrated her attention there. Her fingers performed a torturous dance on the sensitive skin of the smooth hollows.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHMYGAWDOHMYGAWD! AAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
The tickling sensation stopped, and she Tora could feel Sari shifting her weight. Maybe the ten minutes was over. She couldn't believe how bad the tickling was, and she was surprised at herself that she longed so much for the torture to end. That's right -- torture; she was now convinced that this could be a quite effective form of persuasion.
"Ohmygawd, Sari, that was terribAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The ten minutes was not over, as Tora had hoped. In fact, only about five minutes had passed. She had simply been afforded a brief respite while Sari repositioned herself to face the other direction.
Sari was now working her nails up and down Tora's legs. Tora screeched when Sari found the inside of her thighs. The bonds kept Tora from bringing her legs together, so she found no protection from Sari's fingers. They danced and glided inside her thigh from her knee, nearly to her crotch and then down the back of her thigh, pausing for a moment at the back of the knee.
Sari found that the back of Tora's thigh near her buttocks got quite a response, so she spent several seconds exploring that area.
"PLEASE SARI PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Tora let loose a wild scream and managed even in her bound state to buck Sari right off the bed.
Sari had been dragging her nails down Tora's calves when she glided past her ankles onto the soles of her feet. That's when Tora had lost it and Sari found herself on the floor.
"Woah, jackpot!" said Sari as she positioned herself kneeling on the floor facing the foot of the bed.
Tora panicked. "NO! SARI! PLEASE! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Sari ignored her friend's pleas as she had been instructed to do and instead focused her attention on tickling her friend's feet. Her nails danced quickly up and down the bare soles, from heel to toe and back again. She worked around the side, on top, and then back to the arches.
Tora buried her head in the pillow and filled it with screaming laughter. Her body shook, but she had run out of energy to fight. For the final few minutes of the experiment, she just laughed and took it.
* * *
Jedi Master Kara Luun sat up in her bed, staring sadly into space. She had been awakened by an overwhelming sense of tickled agony coming from her padawan. So in tune was she to her apprentice that she could almost feel the tickling Tora was enduring, but she was grateful that she could not.
Tora must have sensed her master's dismay at the Reh'taef and decided to find out what it felt like to be tickled. Kara was sorry that she would have to bring Tora into this mess, and that she would have to learn about the torture methods of the Reh'taef, but she supposed it would come up sooner or later.
Kara had hoped that Tora would not be ticklish, but she had no such hope now. She wasn't sure who was tickling her young padawan, but whoever it was was getting her good. It was probably Sari. That's good, she thought. At least her first experience is a safe one.
That comfort was overshadowed by returning memories of her own encounter with the Reh'taef. She felt it wouldn't be long before she was getting what Tora was getting now -- only worse. She hoped that Tora would sleep well tonight. And she tried not to think about Amidala, at least not for now. There was no doubt in her mind that the senator either was or soon would be getting tickled something fierce, and there was nothing they could do about it.
[to be continued...next: "Set a Course"]
