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Second verse, reversed verse!
This one's entitled "From Dusk to Dawn", because I couldn't think of a better title. I tried to do something different here, but I'm not telling anyone what it is. Major props go to Inverse for helping me come up with the basis of the story, thanks a million! Enjoy and tell me what you think in the comments.
Oh yeah, and there's no foot tickling in this. Sorry guys, but that's the way it goes. I'll be sure to include some in my next story, ya? ^^
This one's entitled "From Dusk to Dawn", because I couldn't think of a better title. I tried to do something different here, but I'm not telling anyone what it is. Major props go to Inverse for helping me come up with the basis of the story, thanks a million! Enjoy and tell me what you think in the comments.
Oh yeah, and there's no foot tickling in this. Sorry guys, but that's the way it goes. I'll be sure to include some in my next story, ya? ^^
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"Oh, if only I could get her out of my mind..."
I am a lowly worker, a captured slave, only 19 years old. Four years ago, I was taken away from my family and my home due to overwhelming debt and forced to work for the country’s richest monarchy. Since that fateful day, I have toiled under hundreds of suns and moons, either shut away in dank dungeons doing clean-up work after executions, or locked in the kitchens cooking banquets for the mansion’s owners. Of course, stealing even a bit of food from the kitchens meant a swift execution, and I was heavily watched at all times. After a while, the monarchs stopped exchanging my labor for debt and decided to keep me eternally as a servant boy; I was greeted with this announcement along with a promotion to “Stable Boy” on my 19th birthday. I was not allowed to cry in front of the king, so I took my broken soul to the stables and have been working there ever since.
It’s been two months since that day, and now the work has fit more and more into a routine. I get to walk outside through the courtyard on my way to the barns every day, so at least I get to breathe some fresh air for a bit…and any job, even stable work, is better than cleaning blood from the walls of dungeons. Even so…I cry frequently as I attempt to prepare my mind for the crushing realization that I may never see my family again.
Work used to be the only thing that took my mind off of my sadness, yet just recently…
I was carrying a few buckets of milk over to the kitchens, when I decided to sneak a quick look at one of the garden’s magnificent fountains. It was a glorious sight to behold, and I felt brave enough to dunk my head inside and wash my sunburned face. As I pulled my head out of the water and rubbed my eyes clean…I saw her. A stunningly beautiful girl, with flowing blonde hair, was taking a leisurely stroll through the gardens, and stopping to smell some flowers.
I stood agape, my eyes clouded by her beauty. I stared hungrily at her fair skin, her athletic build, humbled by her gentle attraction to nature. I hid behind the fountains for as long as I could, watching her stroll across the fields before quickly drying off my hair and leaving to escape from some approaching guards. Since that day, I have thought about her, dreamed about her, night and day, when I toil in the barns and when I lay on my pitiful hovel of a bed, sighing myself to sleep. I would give anything…ANYTHING…just to witness her beauty again. She has stolen my senses to the point where I can think of nothing else.
Yet I curse myself every night for letting my mind be filled with such wild fantasies of her…for she is Alicia, 20 years of age, a member of the Royal Family, the noble daughter of the King, destined to rule the country when she marries. I am a lowly stable boy, the son of a poor baker, destined to slave away in this hell-hole until the day I die. She will never love me, and I will never be with her. I will remain in the work areas of the mansion, while she lives her God-given life of luxury. It will only remain a fantasy…
And that is why I must thank her for making my wretched life a little better.
Dusk. I struggled to shut the last stable door, wiping the sweat off my brow after a long day’s work. The cows were unusually ornery today; it must be time for milking soon. I hung my hat along the hook of the stable door and walked over to a small basin of water, halfheartedly washing my hands of the dirt and sweat, cleaning underneath my fingernails.
“Oh, if only I could get her out of my mind…” I muttered to myself, already drifting off to a familiar fantasy. I shook my head vigorously and clutched the sides of the basin, staring at my dirt-covered face. In a desperate attempt to clean my mind of her presence, I dunked my head into the freezing-cold water and kept it there for as long as I could stand it. Lifting my head from the water, I shivered and rubbed away my eyes, now burning hot with tears in a moment of shameful self-pity. I leaned onto the basin, silently crying…when I heard a creak at the door and the appearance of a shadow projected against the dim light of a solitary lamp. Someone was coming in.
Quickly wiping my eyes of the tears, I looked up from the basin to greet the stranger…and gasped.
It was the girl.
She was wearing an equestrian outfit, a white blouse and long black slacks that fit her athletic form. Her hair was tied in a knot to fit inside her helmet, which she took off as soon as she arrived. My heart stood still as she reached behind her to undo the ties holding up her hair; she closed her eyes and let her beautiful locks fall down to her neck with a relieved sigh. I stepped forward, too love-struck to speak, and a stray bit of hay crunched under my work boots. She opened her eyes and stared at me. I jumped back, startled, and opened my mouth to say something, when her expression changed to a look of…annoyance.
"Hey, YOU! Aren't you done here?” she said, in a tone that clearly expressed her foul opinion of me. “What are you doing just standing around? We’re paying you for something, aren't we?” A cruel smile. “Oh, that’s right, you’re a slave here! Ha!!"
I blinked once, letting the washcloth I was holding slip out of my hand and onto the floor. Still too flustered to speak, I made some weird noise with my throat, and immediately felt a burning sensation in my cheeks. She laughed mockingly at my response, and began to undo the top button of her blouse in a teasing fashion, her perfect hair bouncing behind her neck.
"I don't know how you do it honestly. I'd rather kill myself than do such dirty work. But I suppose that’s what we’ve got you for, isn’t it?” She giggled at me, resting against the door and staring at me with mischievous eyes.
I stared back at her, my mouth just as agape as when I first saw her. At last, at long last, I was finally able to see the girl I have been dreaming about for days…and she treats me as bad as anyone else around here. Not only that, but she flaunts her body at me, seemingly knowing full well that she has a perfect body, and I can’t have any of it. I felt the urge to cry again as all my previous dreams about her simultaneously shattered to pieces. The girl who could be nice to me, the girl who might save me from my miserable state…was merely a figment of my imagination. I looked down and blinked away the tears, grinding my teeth and balling my fists. At that moment, I felt an uncontrollable sense of rage at the people who took me away, the rulers of that blasted monarchy. I hated them, I hated them ALL!! And if I had the means, I would kill every…last…one of them in their sleep, and I would feel no remorse. They will pay for what they have done to me. I will not let them laugh in my face after enslaving me to work for them, and expect nothing in return. I must take my revenge.
And I know who shall suffer. But I must not let my cover be blown.
Struggling to regain my composure, I looked up at her and smiled politely. “Good day, m’lady. I expect you’ll want to wash in here before heading to the mansion?”
"Yes, actually…do you mind stepping out? I'm sure you would love to catch a glimpse of me but this isn't going to happen. The last thing I need is for the farm boy to watch me naked of course.” She replied with a look of disgust, placing her hands on her hips and walking past one of the back stables to wash. She looked back at me and scoffed. “Shouldn't you be cleaning up some dirt or something? Better enjoy it, for all we know you may not even be around tomorrow!” She laughed again and turned to face the basin, proceeding to undo her clothing.
“Yes, m’lady,” I mumbled through gritted teeth, my heart sinking at her malicious words. I turned to face the barn door…but at a moment of spited lust, I peeked around the corner of the wall to watch her undress. I gazed with wanting eyes as the she-devil had slowly peeled away her gloves and blouse and hung them on the door, revealing her angelic body piece by piece. She unbuttoned her slacks and let them fall to her feet, revealing long black socks that trailed up to her thighs. Then she bent down to remove her boots…and her white lace panties were pointed straight in front of my face.
I blushed madly, fighting the desperate urge to touch her right then and there…I was within arm’s reach...I began to lose control…
But a sudden squeal coming from her mouth broke my dreamy state when she idly brushed her finger against the edge of her socked foot, followed by a nervous giggle. She muttered to herself: “Too ticklish…”
What? Too ticklish? Was her skin so sensitive that even an accidental touch against her foot would cause her to squeal like a little girl? But how…my eyes flicked to a coil of rope I had hung along the wall, then back to her half-naked body……and there was my answer. Watching her carefully, I took off my boots and began to creep towards the rope, snatching it and grinning with malice. Yes, it was perfect! I could give her the torture she deserves, and---no…the moment I release her, she’ll come crying to her father, and I will face the dungeons. My life is so expendable to them…and surely such an act against the King’s only daughter would spell out the worst of executions imaginable for me. I froze in place, my heart stopping, and I hung my head in frightened shame. If I do this, I will die at the hands of the King……
Alicia had finally finished undressing, stripped down to just a thin bra and her lace panties. She brought her hands to her large, full breasts and lightly squeezed them, giving a quick moan in sexual relief, along with a squeal in raw ticklishness. She’ll finish herself off in the privacy of her bedroom later, not in a filthy hovel like this. She needed to wash up for the day, for tomorrow she will meet a new suitor, and she wanted to look her best. She sighed dreamily, wondering if the young prince she would be meeting will sweep her off of her feet and fulfill her every desire. He must be rich, of course, because money guaranteed happiness, in the words of her protective father. If a man didn’t have money, he was not worth the dirt that he walks on. Her thoughts turned to that stable boy she had just met, and she smiled amusingly. She could tell by looking in his eyes…he wanted her…how hilarious! It certainly was the joke of her day. That lousy man should be grateful to work in the presence of her, let alone work here for eternity. He should be happy, that bastard!
Sighing, she turned to face the basin…
…and she felt a strong tugging at her hands. She fell to the floor in panicked confusion and felt a thick rope tying her wrists together above her head. She yelped as her tied hands latched onto the handle of the stable door, and tugged at them lightly, her face losing color as they failed to move. Her arms lay above her head, immobile. What’s happening!? Her eyes widened, her heart began to beat, and she whimpered in fright. Then, two legs clothed in dirt-covered pants stepped in front of her face, and she looked up. There to greet her, his cheeks burning red but his eyes glowing with malice, was the stable boy. She thrashed around, shouting for help, scared out of her mind that the beast would do this to her. She was going to be raped!!
But suddenly, he spoke: “Sorry to keep you, MY lady, but I, as a humble servant in this magnificent castle, wish to express my dissatisfaction with the treatment you and your family have wrought upon me. In hopes that you will now learn the valuable lesson of treating even your subordinates with the utmost respect and gratitude…” He kneeled in front of her face and stared deeply into her frightened eyes. “…you must be tickled.”
Staring death in the face is not easy. By tying this girl up and tickling her, I understood the consequences…I will die, probably within the next moon. But my confused libido, already sent off the edge with her teasing, persuaded me to play with her as a last defiance against my enslavement. I knew she was ticklish, and I knew this would drive her to madness…that anticipation alone was more than enough for me to overcome my fear of death and capture the girl. Now I stepped back and stared at what I had done. There lay the girl of my dreams, a spoiled rich princess, half-naked and completely vulnerable. But it’s strange…the moment I said the word “tickle”, she quit her thrashing and stared wide-eyed at me, her whole body suddenly shivering and her exquisite skin blushing with a light pink. Could even the word itself put her into such a trance?
But his thoughts were interrupted with a fearsome snarl. “You wouldn’t dare! Get away from me! You put one hand on me and I’ll have you drawn!!” She angrily spat at my feet, continuing to wriggle around desperately.
To my own surprise…I chuckled. Her death threats seemed to have no effect on me. I kneeled down close to her body and heard a distinct beating coming from her frightened heart. I extended a hand to grab her chin, turning her pretty face to mine, and I smiled with a doomed bravery. “You can say anything you want to me. I am not afraid of anything your wretched father does to me afterwards. At least…I can die knowing that you got what you deserved.”
And I leaned in close to her and noticed her arms, dangling from the wooden door…my first target. Crawling behind her, I held out my fingertips and placed them down along the tops of her wrists, thoroughly savoring the first touch of her wonderful, smooth skin. At that instant, my passion for her rose to new heights; I felt a hard burning on my face, and my heart leapt with joy. Feeling a newfound courage, I uttered these words: “ I will tickle you all night if I have to…surely the guards wouldn’t check a place as inconspicuous as a stable, and the roaring of those fountains will block out your laughter. Make no mistake…Alicia…” I finally dragged my fingers slowly down her bare arms, “There is no escape.”
She gave a loud gasp and turned her head to face mine, her expression twisted in raw fury. Yet the moment my fingers had touched her delicate skin, she began to shiver uncontrollably, letting out a loud squeal despite her panicked attempts to keep her face as intimidating as possible. She tugged at her bonds and shouted at the top of her lungs: “Get off me, you bastard! Have you any idea what you’re doing!? Guards! Help—n-nooo, stohohohop, that tihihickles!!” Her full lips had slowly begun to curl into a smile, and her breathing became heavier as I teased her arms. This must have felt maddening for her. I began to wonder if anyone had touched her like this…the hand maidens who expertly washed her body must have been the only ones to get this close. Her skin was so fair…yet she doesn’t deserve any of it.
Just before reaching the bottoms of her arms, I stepped in front of her and held my fingertips idly along her skin. She gasped and stared up at me with a look of incredulity. I responded by walking my fingers in place just along the upper edge of her armpits, and she quivered uncontrollably. “S-seriously…p-please, don’t tickle me, I’ll never last…”
As if begging would destroy my chances of stopping…yet her words did make me wonder. How long will she last before she falls into unconsciousness…or orders the guards to flay me alive? Either way, I would not stop. Not until every nerve in her body screamed in ticklish sensations. I glimpsed at her cute smile, a smile she had already tried so hard to hide, and I spoke: “You will not escape…or rather…you will not want to escape. Just looking at that smile on your spoiled face, and the way your skin blushes and shivers with irresistible sensations, I can tell…you secretly love me tickling you. And in time, you’ll admit it to my ears only…and it’ll be our little secret…”
Too ticklish…she cursed herself every second for having such sensitive skin. How could this loser take such advantage of her? And more importantly, how did he know her weakness? Was he spying on her? That pervert!! As soon as she is released, she’ll shove poison down his throat and burn him at the stake for humiliating the princess like this.
She felt his fingers trail down to her smooth, hairless underarms and make long, slow, teasing circles inside her creamy hollows, and the smile on her face began to widen. “No!” she winced. “I hate this…you ha…have to…you hahahave to—hahAHAHhahee!! Hehehehelp meeehehehe!!” Forced laughs escaped her lips as she wriggled around in her bonds, continuing to shiver and giggle helplessly at the mercy of his touch. “Plehehehehase, thihihis is torture! HAHAhahaha!!” She looked at his face, prepared to spit onto it…yet where she expected to find a foolish man smiling at his personal enjoyment, she instead found idle tears dripping down his cheeks, and his brow furrowed in an expression of deep concentration.
She recalled his words: “In hopes that you will now learn the valuable lesson of treating even your subordinates with the utmost respect and gratitude…” Did I treat him that badly, or did he just have thin skin? She wondered. At any rate, that look in his eyes most certainly meant that he would not stop tickling her…not until she lost her mind or—
“P-pleHEHEase dohohon’t tihHIHIHIihihickle me!! AAhahaHAhah-NNNGH-hahHAHAahah!!!” WHAT!? Did…did she just moan!? Indeed, the ticklish sensations in her underarms had begun to send small vibrations into the sensitive spot between her legs, her private area…
I didn’t even feel the tears on my face, nor did I care of my eventual execution. My only thought, my only care in the world, was making this girl suffer. My heart beat in lustful passion as I tickled her, the touch of her skin incredibly addicting. I couldn’t get enough of her. For the first time since I arrived at this image of hell, I felt a sense…of pure joy. This gorgeous girl was at the mercy of my tickling touch, and deep in my soul, I loved every second of it. It was as if the collected worries and sufferings of my mind were being washed away as I transferred every ounce of my rage and my passion into her ticklish body. It was as if I was a different person.
Her voluptuous breasts began to jiggle and bounce all around as she struggled to escaped her bondage, and her slender body became slowly covered in a hot sweat. I giggled slightly at the apparent role reversal…
Now she was the sweat-covered victim who struggled under the bondage of her temporary master, the lowly stable boy.
I intensified my tickling, now rapidly scratching my nails up and down her armpits, and gazing with wide eyes at her taut ribs. She howled upward, her head arching backward as she nearly collapsed and hung from her bondage. “HAAAAhahahahahaHA—MMM—AH!!” I twitched for a second, losing my concentration when a single low moan had escaped her. I looked up at her face, now twisted in laughter, and for a second, she flashed a look of total embarrassment. No…it couldn’t be…still tickling her underarms, I turned my head to her panties, causing her to push her legs together to hide it…a very small, clear stain in the middle…it was! My God…she was…getting off on this!! But I thought I was torturing her, I thought I was making her suffer. Another uncontrollable moan escaped from her frantic laughter, and my heart leapt. I had never seen another girl act this way…could it be that she was so ticklish that her own body was responding positively? I wondered if she knew this…
At that moment, I was filled with a new sense of rejuvenation. I smiled incessantly at her helplessness, watching her with glee as she fought to keep her building sexual feelings to herself, continually failed to free herself from the bonds, and refused to submit to the torturous teases on her underarms. Now, I realized. I could do anything I wanted to her. I began to plot in my mind how I could tickle her even more. Bringing the teases on her armpits down to a slight touch, I looked straight into her eyes as she gasped for air, and I spoke softly: “You’re such a sexy, ticklish girl. Soooooo ticklish eeeeeeverywhere…” I paused to drag my fingers back up and down her arms. “And there is nothing you can do to free yourself until I say so. I wonder…how would you feel if I tickled you…here?”
In a swift motion, I wrapped my arms around her quivering, sweaty body, feeling for her left rib and gently raking my nails all around the sensitive, tight skin. My other hand found her curvy right side and I scratched my fingertips against the incredibly smooth flesh there. And at long last, taking a deep breath, I whispered straight into her ear: “Tickle tickle tickle…” I licked my lips and placed my tongue on the bottom of her armpit, taking an agonizingly looooong and slooooow lick of her luscious, creamy underarm.
The taste of her body was more addicting than the touch of her skin. All of the lousy meals and leftovers I had consumed during my time in this estate could not compare to the rush of passion I tasted as I licked her. And her reaction was pitch-perfect. “Oh no…y-you can’t! No more tickles! I beg you, pleaaaaahAHAHAHAHAH!!! MY RIHIHIHIHIBS!!! OH MYHYHYHNOHOHOT THE TONGUE!!! AHAHAHAHAHA—UHH—HA-HA-HA-HA—MMM…” Along with her frenzied screams of laughter, her back began to arch spasmodically and her legs kicked into the air, finally revealing to me the sight of her beautiful thighs…dripping wet from all the sensations. The hand that was tickling her side felt a strange inner vibration coming from inside her as she slightly shuddered along with the tickles, followed by another moan. Again, as before, I lost a bit of my concentration; even I was surprised at how much she was dripping already. My mind began to spin with confused thoughts of young love, my entire focus set on teasing her soft body. Still roaming my fingers slowly along her ribs and sides, I kissed her underarm once before lifting my face from it, and spoke with all the gentle power of a lover: “Your body is betraying you, Alicia. Although you try your best to escape my soft touches, you know that deep inside your soul, you crave the intense pleasure of helplessness under the maddening tickling of your sensitive skin. There is no more use in hiding it...I can see the effects of your desire even now, between your legs…now…confess…you love it! You love it!” And with that, I lowered my face down to her left side and let the tip of my tongue graze up and down the curvaceous side, while my hands began to roam her taut belly, scratching and teasing it all over.
His hands were getting closer and closer to her sensitive spot, and she could do nothing but laugh. The torture was too much for her! Her sides began to ache, tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks, and her skin blushed with embarrassment. No one had ever touched her like this. The rush of sensations that flooded her mind was too much to bear. She tried her hardest to block out the tender words he was whispering into her ears, but every tease only strengthened the unbelievable feeling of exposure to his touch. But something else had taken her aback, shocking her even further: the torturous tickling she was feeling all over her body was sensually stimulating her. In terrified confusion, she tried to hide her own arousal from the watchful eyes of the stable boy, but every delicate touch along her skin sent electric jolts of pleasure flowing through her body.
A carefully-placed lick on her side, near her jiggling breast, caused her to shudder slightly, releasing another wave of her own love juices dripping down her bare thighs. A sticky puddle of wetness began to form around her upper legs. This boy was going to drive her insane. The words echoed in her troubled mind: “You love it…you love it…you love it…you love it…”
“Gahaha!! Nohoho I dohohohon’t loohohove thiiiis!!! I dooon’t!!” A gentle flick along her navel. Another moan. A fire of pure passion began to build up inside her. She wanted it all to end…yet…something inside her told her was telling her that she didn’t want it to end. This irresistible tingling between her legs was unlike anything she had felt before. It was a kind of pleasure that she had dreamed about, that she had hoped the man of her dreams would give her one day, and this…boy…was…
Through her tear-stained eyes, she looked up at her torturer, and began to notice how strong and muscular his hands were, how his face seemed to shine with a doomed dignity, the light color in his cheeks……
Her melodious laughs had echoed along the barn walls, stifled by the roaring of the fountains. No one could hear her delicious screams...and that's exactly how I wanted it to be. No one was going to get in the way of my last act of desperation against my enslavers, and what will most likely be the only time I could ever share my intimacy with a girl. As I came to grips with my eventual death sentence, my personal courage built up inside me, and I was ready to go further.
"So, the poor, helpless girl doesn't want to tell..." I teased softly, kissing her sides up and down while kneading her remarkably lean belly. "It's quite a shame...but I just know that you will give in...it's your own nature..." I flattened my tongue and traced it to her quivering belly, swirling it over and over again, getting closer to her cute bellybutton. I hungrily lapped at her navel, unable to control my urge to taste her wonderful body. She screamed in approval: “Nohohohohoho! You’re g-gohohohonna—nnnnn-mahahahake meeeeeeehehe AHAHAHAOOOHOHOHAHAHA!!!” My heart beating furiously, I looked down at her sopping wet panties, jiggling madly as she bucked and thrashed her legs around, and knew what to do.
“Make you what? Am I bringing out the naughty girl in you?” I lowered my hands ever so slowly to her smooth, hairless pubic area, gently caressing it. Loud, drawn out moans began to prevail over her crazed laughter, and the heat from her body had reached a fever pitch. “You cannot resist, Alicia. Just let it go…” And I lightly stroked my fingertips along her inner thighs, licking her bellybutton, my heart pounding as I tickled her bare flesh, and looking curiously up at her face to see a reac—
“AHHAhAHahaHAA…!! AAAHhh…uuuUUuhuhunnnnnnnnnnnAHHHHHHHAHAHAhAHAHA!!
The poor girl hung from her bondage, gasping and giggling, her whole body shuddering uncontrollably. My left hand, the one that was teasing her thighs, was covered in a massive torrent of her hot, steamy wetness as she climaxed. I raised my face from her belly and pulled myself away from her, standing back. I glimpsed for a second or two at my hand, watching the fluid fall in droplets, then at her. She breathed heavily, her entire body blushing and shaking from overwhelming pleasure, and her lips still curled into a smile. At this point, if I were only consumed by rage, I would have stopped there…but something inside me was telling me that I didn’t want it to end…
I leaned next to her dangling upperbody and placed my wet hand in front of her face, and she shut her eyes in embarrassment, blushing madly. “Do you see this?” I spoke gently. “The warm, intimate scent of this, your own nectar, is undeniable proof of your secret desires.” I paused briefly to bring together my thumb and forefinger and let the sticky cum separate in a long, thin strand. “I would think you learned your lesson by now…you foolishly continue to go against your body’s wishes, and for that…I must continue to tickle you.”
She stared up at me, still breathing, and struggled to say something as she recovered from her climax. “No…you…you wouldn’t…” But before she could comprehend my words, I used my dry hand to tear off the thin bra that had fought to stay around her chest this entire time, and her firm, shapely breasts spilled out, her nipples already rock hard. I placed my legs over hers, and faced her glorious jiggling mounds with a humble look in my eyes. My building passion had overwhelmed my mind, and I could no longer control myself. Her panicked thrashing only increased my desire.
“Please…p-please, I’ll do anything. I was wrong. I was wrong! Just don’t tickle meeheheheheheHEEHEHEheheAHAHA! NOOhohohoUHHHHhuhuhhahahahahaha!!!” At long last, I brought my mouth down to her succulent nipple, which had grown to full length. I took my time, hungrily licking and curling my rough tongue all around the hard nip, while I sensually stroked my fingers all over her other breast, taking careful attention to tickle the top, side, bottom, areola, and nipple.
Meanwhile, my other hand had reached into her panties and slowly slipped into her wet pussy, curling my fingers and teasing inside of her. Immediately, I felt a positive reaction inside of her; her muscles began to rub against my fingers as I found a rough spot at the top and began to brush it with my wet fingertips. The steamy warmth that had radiated from her naked body, the delicious taste of her sensitive flesh, and the feel of her soft, firm breast and the pulsations of her pussy underneath my hands was more pleasure than I could bear. At that moment, there was now nothing they could do to destroy my happiness, this from only the lowly stable boy…
Her mind felt foggy, still swimming with thoughts of intense pleasure. No one had ever brought her to such an intense feeling before. Her entire body still shook from the release of that orgasm, and she gasped to catch her heart, now thumping against her chest. For a moment, she forgot where she was. But her mind quickly shot back to reality as she felt a tugging at her chest, and a rush of cool air along her breasts. She gasped and turned bright red when the stable boy had kneeled down to face them. She pleaded not to let him touch those milky white globes in front of him, as they were unbelievably sensitive after that climax. Yet she faltered in her speech again, because that thoroughly annoying voice in the back of her head told over to accept her imminent bliss. Still tied up, still helpless, still entirely vulnerable to his touch.
Almost completely shattered mentally now, Alicia gasped once, long and hard, before she broke into a wild fit of moans and giggles when the boy had finally begun to tickle her breasts, skittering his fingers all over the left one while sensually suckling the right one with the painstaking attention of a master painter. The ticklishness was too far beyond her control…and it aroused her even more. Then, to her complete surprise, she felt a strong hand slip underneath her soaked panties and enter her, and she lost all control. She shook underneath her bonds, though she knew a long time ago that there was no escape for her, and yet...she didn’t want to escape. Her virgin body was being teased like this, and she loved every second of it. She happily drank in the immense ecstasy of her first real orgasm, for it was a magical experience. Now that this boy was tickling and fondling her most sensitive areas, she didn’t want it to stop. After fighting the outrageous sensation of tickling for hours…she had finally given up. Her body was his to tickle.
She moaned and laughed, beginning to roll her eyes back as she felt the second orgasm coming. Her pussy walls trembled and contracted against his smooth, skilled fingers, and she smiled in a ticklish nirvana…
But at the last second, just when she was about to let go, his fingers pulled out and he stopped suckling her breasts. She looked down in disbelief, unable to say anything except whine and moan in pure frustration. She was just about to climax again!!! How could he have done something like this? Just suddenly, she felt his fingertips gently stroking up and down her pussy lips, just slow enough that she couldn’t release her sexual tension. At the same time, his other hand was placed flat on her belly, over the center of her bellybutton. He kept his hand perfectly still, not daring to move it one inch. She sucked her stomach in, trying desperately to avoid the touches of her belly, yet already she began to giggle like a little girl.
And then she heard words…”I can feel the desire within you. You are begging to feel that wonderful thrill of release. You crave being tormented and tickled over every inch of your body like this.” The stable boy brought his face directly into hers and looked into her clouded eyes. “What would you like? Will you let be bring you to heaven…” He swiftly teased her throbbing clit very slightly, for only a second. “…or shall I punish you again?” He gently lifted his fingertips up across her belly, one time, before resting his hand again. “So…now, you must tell me, once and for all…do you love me? Do you love my tickling?” He leaned into her ear to whisper. “You know the answer if you fail to say…”
“YEEEEEEEEEEESSS!!! I LOVE YOOOOOU!!!!!!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs, taking me aback. And in that instant, without warning, she thrust herself straight into my fingers, beginning the slow, delightful descent into bliss. Joyful tears fell from her face as she shook through her second mind-blowing orgasm, and even through all that, she continued to giggle and laugh. She came again and again, all while laughing like a maniac. Turning to her face, I noticed her expression of pure joy. And, to my surprise, she began to speak through her giggles: “Hahaha…tickle meeeheheheee…tickle me mohohoooreeee ahahahahaha!!!”
I froze, looking back at what I had done to the once-snobby, spoiled noblewoman. Her gorgeous, styled hair now hung messily over her head, her body continued to tremble involuntarily in orgasmic delight, and she laid there, a blushing, giggling, moaning, ticklish little girl. Every care in my mind washed away…there was only me, and her. My wish…was finally fulfilled.
My love for her intensified as I watched her sweaty body trembling on the floor…kissing her deeply on the lips, I proceeded to fulfill her last wish, skillfully stroking, scratching, kissing, sucking and licking every last inch of her underarms, ribs, breasts and nipples, tummy, bellybutton, sides, thighs, legs, and feet. I had also become aroused beyond all reasonable thought, bringing her to orgasm after ticklish orgasm…and I continued to tickle and tease her all over, through the night...just as she wanted......
Dawn. I carried the water basin to her exhausted body, now untied and sleeping peacefully on the floor. I soaked a washcloth, dabbing it lightly over her forehead to begin washing her. The guards will be here soon…they will find me, here with the naked princess, and thinking the worst, they will slit my throat, or worse. But I am prepared to accept my death. I wish they would understand…I didn’t ravage her, I didn’t rape her. Most likely, by the time she wakes up, they will have already taken me away. The least I can do is care for my love during my last hour…
She slowly opened her eyes, gently lifting herself from the ground in a tired moan. She felt a wet cloth over her cheek; she shook her head and mumbled, “Not now, Farris, I’m too sleepy…” She lazily looked down…saw her naked body…and suddenly, trying to salvage any last shred of dignity left in her, she stood up and swatted the washcloth from my hand, yelling at me. “Have you any idea what you’ve just done!? You’re going to die for this in the worst way!! How could you take such an important, innocent girl and treat her like that!? You’re an inhuman monster!!!”
She took a violent step towards me, as if to slap my face, but she suddenly lost her balance and fell. I swiftly caught her in my arms, blushing at her touch. She looked up at me, her eyes clouded in a moment of confusion. She seemed to recognize the familiar touch. “Did…y-you…?” she uttered, still staring dreamily into my eyes. Unable to decide what to do, I comforted her. “It’s alright…it’s alright…”
With both of us remaining completely silent, I washed her body and helped her into her clothes, still hanging near the stable. We walked together to the barn door, looking at each other again.
In no time at all, the guards came bursting through, armed with spears that were immediately aimed at my throat. “My lady, what has become of you?” the head guard shouted in fright, staring at me with utter disgust. “You were never in your room last night, and now here we found you in some filthy barn with a common worker!! Did he hurt you? Did he rape you!?!? I’ll kill him right here and now!! You can watch if you want—“
“Stop!” I looked at her in disbelief, and saw that she had sternly looked at the head guard with a fire in her eyes that I had not yet seen from her. “I was attacked by a horse while washing in the barn, and this man nursed me back to health overnight. He’s a hero, and you have no right to kill him!!”
After a bit of negotiating with the princess, the guards retreated. She finally looked at me, and I stepped back a little in awe. “Treating your subordinates with gratitude…I suppose I’ve learned my lesson…” She then glared at me in mock anger. “Stable boy!! You will report to the barn on Tuesday and Thursday evenings to wash me after my riding lessons! That’s an order!” She turned and left, but not before I could faintly hear a giggle coming from her……
I am a lowly worker, a captured slave, only 19 years old. Four years ago, I was taken away from my family and my home due to overwhelming debt and forced to work for the country’s richest monarchy. Since that fateful day, I have toiled under hundreds of suns and moons, either shut away in dank dungeons doing clean-up work after executions, or locked in the kitchens cooking banquets for the mansion’s owners. Of course, stealing even a bit of food from the kitchens meant a swift execution, and I was heavily watched at all times. After a while, the monarchs stopped exchanging my labor for debt and decided to keep me eternally as a servant boy; I was greeted with this announcement along with a promotion to “Stable Boy” on my 19th birthday. I was not allowed to cry in front of the king, so I took my broken soul to the stables and have been working there ever since.
It’s been two months since that day, and now the work has fit more and more into a routine. I get to walk outside through the courtyard on my way to the barns every day, so at least I get to breathe some fresh air for a bit…and any job, even stable work, is better than cleaning blood from the walls of dungeons. Even so…I cry frequently as I attempt to prepare my mind for the crushing realization that I may never see my family again.
Work used to be the only thing that took my mind off of my sadness, yet just recently…
I was carrying a few buckets of milk over to the kitchens, when I decided to sneak a quick look at one of the garden’s magnificent fountains. It was a glorious sight to behold, and I felt brave enough to dunk my head inside and wash my sunburned face. As I pulled my head out of the water and rubbed my eyes clean…I saw her. A stunningly beautiful girl, with flowing blonde hair, was taking a leisurely stroll through the gardens, and stopping to smell some flowers.
I stood agape, my eyes clouded by her beauty. I stared hungrily at her fair skin, her athletic build, humbled by her gentle attraction to nature. I hid behind the fountains for as long as I could, watching her stroll across the fields before quickly drying off my hair and leaving to escape from some approaching guards. Since that day, I have thought about her, dreamed about her, night and day, when I toil in the barns and when I lay on my pitiful hovel of a bed, sighing myself to sleep. I would give anything…ANYTHING…just to witness her beauty again. She has stolen my senses to the point where I can think of nothing else.
Yet I curse myself every night for letting my mind be filled with such wild fantasies of her…for she is Alicia, 20 years of age, a member of the Royal Family, the noble daughter of the King, destined to rule the country when she marries. I am a lowly stable boy, the son of a poor baker, destined to slave away in this hell-hole until the day I die. She will never love me, and I will never be with her. I will remain in the work areas of the mansion, while she lives her God-given life of luxury. It will only remain a fantasy…
And that is why I must thank her for making my wretched life a little better.
Dusk. I struggled to shut the last stable door, wiping the sweat off my brow after a long day’s work. The cows were unusually ornery today; it must be time for milking soon. I hung my hat along the hook of the stable door and walked over to a small basin of water, halfheartedly washing my hands of the dirt and sweat, cleaning underneath my fingernails.
“Oh, if only I could get her out of my mind…” I muttered to myself, already drifting off to a familiar fantasy. I shook my head vigorously and clutched the sides of the basin, staring at my dirt-covered face. In a desperate attempt to clean my mind of her presence, I dunked my head into the freezing-cold water and kept it there for as long as I could stand it. Lifting my head from the water, I shivered and rubbed away my eyes, now burning hot with tears in a moment of shameful self-pity. I leaned onto the basin, silently crying…when I heard a creak at the door and the appearance of a shadow projected against the dim light of a solitary lamp. Someone was coming in.
Quickly wiping my eyes of the tears, I looked up from the basin to greet the stranger…and gasped.
It was the girl.
She was wearing an equestrian outfit, a white blouse and long black slacks that fit her athletic form. Her hair was tied in a knot to fit inside her helmet, which she took off as soon as she arrived. My heart stood still as she reached behind her to undo the ties holding up her hair; she closed her eyes and let her beautiful locks fall down to her neck with a relieved sigh. I stepped forward, too love-struck to speak, and a stray bit of hay crunched under my work boots. She opened her eyes and stared at me. I jumped back, startled, and opened my mouth to say something, when her expression changed to a look of…annoyance.
"Hey, YOU! Aren't you done here?” she said, in a tone that clearly expressed her foul opinion of me. “What are you doing just standing around? We’re paying you for something, aren't we?” A cruel smile. “Oh, that’s right, you’re a slave here! Ha!!"
I blinked once, letting the washcloth I was holding slip out of my hand and onto the floor. Still too flustered to speak, I made some weird noise with my throat, and immediately felt a burning sensation in my cheeks. She laughed mockingly at my response, and began to undo the top button of her blouse in a teasing fashion, her perfect hair bouncing behind her neck.
"I don't know how you do it honestly. I'd rather kill myself than do such dirty work. But I suppose that’s what we’ve got you for, isn’t it?” She giggled at me, resting against the door and staring at me with mischievous eyes.
I stared back at her, my mouth just as agape as when I first saw her. At last, at long last, I was finally able to see the girl I have been dreaming about for days…and she treats me as bad as anyone else around here. Not only that, but she flaunts her body at me, seemingly knowing full well that she has a perfect body, and I can’t have any of it. I felt the urge to cry again as all my previous dreams about her simultaneously shattered to pieces. The girl who could be nice to me, the girl who might save me from my miserable state…was merely a figment of my imagination. I looked down and blinked away the tears, grinding my teeth and balling my fists. At that moment, I felt an uncontrollable sense of rage at the people who took me away, the rulers of that blasted monarchy. I hated them, I hated them ALL!! And if I had the means, I would kill every…last…one of them in their sleep, and I would feel no remorse. They will pay for what they have done to me. I will not let them laugh in my face after enslaving me to work for them, and expect nothing in return. I must take my revenge.
And I know who shall suffer. But I must not let my cover be blown.
Struggling to regain my composure, I looked up at her and smiled politely. “Good day, m’lady. I expect you’ll want to wash in here before heading to the mansion?”
"Yes, actually…do you mind stepping out? I'm sure you would love to catch a glimpse of me but this isn't going to happen. The last thing I need is for the farm boy to watch me naked of course.” She replied with a look of disgust, placing her hands on her hips and walking past one of the back stables to wash. She looked back at me and scoffed. “Shouldn't you be cleaning up some dirt or something? Better enjoy it, for all we know you may not even be around tomorrow!” She laughed again and turned to face the basin, proceeding to undo her clothing.
“Yes, m’lady,” I mumbled through gritted teeth, my heart sinking at her malicious words. I turned to face the barn door…but at a moment of spited lust, I peeked around the corner of the wall to watch her undress. I gazed with wanting eyes as the she-devil had slowly peeled away her gloves and blouse and hung them on the door, revealing her angelic body piece by piece. She unbuttoned her slacks and let them fall to her feet, revealing long black socks that trailed up to her thighs. Then she bent down to remove her boots…and her white lace panties were pointed straight in front of my face.
I blushed madly, fighting the desperate urge to touch her right then and there…I was within arm’s reach...I began to lose control…
But a sudden squeal coming from her mouth broke my dreamy state when she idly brushed her finger against the edge of her socked foot, followed by a nervous giggle. She muttered to herself: “Too ticklish…”
What? Too ticklish? Was her skin so sensitive that even an accidental touch against her foot would cause her to squeal like a little girl? But how…my eyes flicked to a coil of rope I had hung along the wall, then back to her half-naked body……and there was my answer. Watching her carefully, I took off my boots and began to creep towards the rope, snatching it and grinning with malice. Yes, it was perfect! I could give her the torture she deserves, and---no…the moment I release her, she’ll come crying to her father, and I will face the dungeons. My life is so expendable to them…and surely such an act against the King’s only daughter would spell out the worst of executions imaginable for me. I froze in place, my heart stopping, and I hung my head in frightened shame. If I do this, I will die at the hands of the King……
Alicia had finally finished undressing, stripped down to just a thin bra and her lace panties. She brought her hands to her large, full breasts and lightly squeezed them, giving a quick moan in sexual relief, along with a squeal in raw ticklishness. She’ll finish herself off in the privacy of her bedroom later, not in a filthy hovel like this. She needed to wash up for the day, for tomorrow she will meet a new suitor, and she wanted to look her best. She sighed dreamily, wondering if the young prince she would be meeting will sweep her off of her feet and fulfill her every desire. He must be rich, of course, because money guaranteed happiness, in the words of her protective father. If a man didn’t have money, he was not worth the dirt that he walks on. Her thoughts turned to that stable boy she had just met, and she smiled amusingly. She could tell by looking in his eyes…he wanted her…how hilarious! It certainly was the joke of her day. That lousy man should be grateful to work in the presence of her, let alone work here for eternity. He should be happy, that bastard!
Sighing, she turned to face the basin…
…and she felt a strong tugging at her hands. She fell to the floor in panicked confusion and felt a thick rope tying her wrists together above her head. She yelped as her tied hands latched onto the handle of the stable door, and tugged at them lightly, her face losing color as they failed to move. Her arms lay above her head, immobile. What’s happening!? Her eyes widened, her heart began to beat, and she whimpered in fright. Then, two legs clothed in dirt-covered pants stepped in front of her face, and she looked up. There to greet her, his cheeks burning red but his eyes glowing with malice, was the stable boy. She thrashed around, shouting for help, scared out of her mind that the beast would do this to her. She was going to be raped!!
But suddenly, he spoke: “Sorry to keep you, MY lady, but I, as a humble servant in this magnificent castle, wish to express my dissatisfaction with the treatment you and your family have wrought upon me. In hopes that you will now learn the valuable lesson of treating even your subordinates with the utmost respect and gratitude…” He kneeled in front of her face and stared deeply into her frightened eyes. “…you must be tickled.”
Staring death in the face is not easy. By tying this girl up and tickling her, I understood the consequences…I will die, probably within the next moon. But my confused libido, already sent off the edge with her teasing, persuaded me to play with her as a last defiance against my enslavement. I knew she was ticklish, and I knew this would drive her to madness…that anticipation alone was more than enough for me to overcome my fear of death and capture the girl. Now I stepped back and stared at what I had done. There lay the girl of my dreams, a spoiled rich princess, half-naked and completely vulnerable. But it’s strange…the moment I said the word “tickle”, she quit her thrashing and stared wide-eyed at me, her whole body suddenly shivering and her exquisite skin blushing with a light pink. Could even the word itself put her into such a trance?
But his thoughts were interrupted with a fearsome snarl. “You wouldn’t dare! Get away from me! You put one hand on me and I’ll have you drawn!!” She angrily spat at my feet, continuing to wriggle around desperately.
To my own surprise…I chuckled. Her death threats seemed to have no effect on me. I kneeled down close to her body and heard a distinct beating coming from her frightened heart. I extended a hand to grab her chin, turning her pretty face to mine, and I smiled with a doomed bravery. “You can say anything you want to me. I am not afraid of anything your wretched father does to me afterwards. At least…I can die knowing that you got what you deserved.”
And I leaned in close to her and noticed her arms, dangling from the wooden door…my first target. Crawling behind her, I held out my fingertips and placed them down along the tops of her wrists, thoroughly savoring the first touch of her wonderful, smooth skin. At that instant, my passion for her rose to new heights; I felt a hard burning on my face, and my heart leapt with joy. Feeling a newfound courage, I uttered these words: “ I will tickle you all night if I have to…surely the guards wouldn’t check a place as inconspicuous as a stable, and the roaring of those fountains will block out your laughter. Make no mistake…Alicia…” I finally dragged my fingers slowly down her bare arms, “There is no escape.”
She gave a loud gasp and turned her head to face mine, her expression twisted in raw fury. Yet the moment my fingers had touched her delicate skin, she began to shiver uncontrollably, letting out a loud squeal despite her panicked attempts to keep her face as intimidating as possible. She tugged at her bonds and shouted at the top of her lungs: “Get off me, you bastard! Have you any idea what you’re doing!? Guards! Help—n-nooo, stohohohop, that tihihickles!!” Her full lips had slowly begun to curl into a smile, and her breathing became heavier as I teased her arms. This must have felt maddening for her. I began to wonder if anyone had touched her like this…the hand maidens who expertly washed her body must have been the only ones to get this close. Her skin was so fair…yet she doesn’t deserve any of it.
Just before reaching the bottoms of her arms, I stepped in front of her and held my fingertips idly along her skin. She gasped and stared up at me with a look of incredulity. I responded by walking my fingers in place just along the upper edge of her armpits, and she quivered uncontrollably. “S-seriously…p-please, don’t tickle me, I’ll never last…”
As if begging would destroy my chances of stopping…yet her words did make me wonder. How long will she last before she falls into unconsciousness…or orders the guards to flay me alive? Either way, I would not stop. Not until every nerve in her body screamed in ticklish sensations. I glimpsed at her cute smile, a smile she had already tried so hard to hide, and I spoke: “You will not escape…or rather…you will not want to escape. Just looking at that smile on your spoiled face, and the way your skin blushes and shivers with irresistible sensations, I can tell…you secretly love me tickling you. And in time, you’ll admit it to my ears only…and it’ll be our little secret…”
Too ticklish…she cursed herself every second for having such sensitive skin. How could this loser take such advantage of her? And more importantly, how did he know her weakness? Was he spying on her? That pervert!! As soon as she is released, she’ll shove poison down his throat and burn him at the stake for humiliating the princess like this.
She felt his fingers trail down to her smooth, hairless underarms and make long, slow, teasing circles inside her creamy hollows, and the smile on her face began to widen. “No!” she winced. “I hate this…you ha…have to…you hahahave to—hahAHAHhahee!! Hehehehelp meeehehehe!!” Forced laughs escaped her lips as she wriggled around in her bonds, continuing to shiver and giggle helplessly at the mercy of his touch. “Plehehehehase, thihihis is torture! HAHAhahaha!!” She looked at his face, prepared to spit onto it…yet where she expected to find a foolish man smiling at his personal enjoyment, she instead found idle tears dripping down his cheeks, and his brow furrowed in an expression of deep concentration.
She recalled his words: “In hopes that you will now learn the valuable lesson of treating even your subordinates with the utmost respect and gratitude…” Did I treat him that badly, or did he just have thin skin? She wondered. At any rate, that look in his eyes most certainly meant that he would not stop tickling her…not until she lost her mind or—
“P-pleHEHEase dohohon’t tihHIHIHIihihickle me!! AAhahaHAhah-NNNGH-hahHAHAahah!!!” WHAT!? Did…did she just moan!? Indeed, the ticklish sensations in her underarms had begun to send small vibrations into the sensitive spot between her legs, her private area…
I didn’t even feel the tears on my face, nor did I care of my eventual execution. My only thought, my only care in the world, was making this girl suffer. My heart beat in lustful passion as I tickled her, the touch of her skin incredibly addicting. I couldn’t get enough of her. For the first time since I arrived at this image of hell, I felt a sense…of pure joy. This gorgeous girl was at the mercy of my tickling touch, and deep in my soul, I loved every second of it. It was as if the collected worries and sufferings of my mind were being washed away as I transferred every ounce of my rage and my passion into her ticklish body. It was as if I was a different person.
Her voluptuous breasts began to jiggle and bounce all around as she struggled to escaped her bondage, and her slender body became slowly covered in a hot sweat. I giggled slightly at the apparent role reversal…
Now she was the sweat-covered victim who struggled under the bondage of her temporary master, the lowly stable boy.
I intensified my tickling, now rapidly scratching my nails up and down her armpits, and gazing with wide eyes at her taut ribs. She howled upward, her head arching backward as she nearly collapsed and hung from her bondage. “HAAAAhahahahahaHA—MMM—AH!!” I twitched for a second, losing my concentration when a single low moan had escaped her. I looked up at her face, now twisted in laughter, and for a second, she flashed a look of total embarrassment. No…it couldn’t be…still tickling her underarms, I turned my head to her panties, causing her to push her legs together to hide it…a very small, clear stain in the middle…it was! My God…she was…getting off on this!! But I thought I was torturing her, I thought I was making her suffer. Another uncontrollable moan escaped from her frantic laughter, and my heart leapt. I had never seen another girl act this way…could it be that she was so ticklish that her own body was responding positively? I wondered if she knew this…
At that moment, I was filled with a new sense of rejuvenation. I smiled incessantly at her helplessness, watching her with glee as she fought to keep her building sexual feelings to herself, continually failed to free herself from the bonds, and refused to submit to the torturous teases on her underarms. Now, I realized. I could do anything I wanted to her. I began to plot in my mind how I could tickle her even more. Bringing the teases on her armpits down to a slight touch, I looked straight into her eyes as she gasped for air, and I spoke softly: “You’re such a sexy, ticklish girl. Soooooo ticklish eeeeeeverywhere…” I paused to drag my fingers back up and down her arms. “And there is nothing you can do to free yourself until I say so. I wonder…how would you feel if I tickled you…here?”
In a swift motion, I wrapped my arms around her quivering, sweaty body, feeling for her left rib and gently raking my nails all around the sensitive, tight skin. My other hand found her curvy right side and I scratched my fingertips against the incredibly smooth flesh there. And at long last, taking a deep breath, I whispered straight into her ear: “Tickle tickle tickle…” I licked my lips and placed my tongue on the bottom of her armpit, taking an agonizingly looooong and slooooow lick of her luscious, creamy underarm.
The taste of her body was more addicting than the touch of her skin. All of the lousy meals and leftovers I had consumed during my time in this estate could not compare to the rush of passion I tasted as I licked her. And her reaction was pitch-perfect. “Oh no…y-you can’t! No more tickles! I beg you, pleaaaaahAHAHAHAHAH!!! MY RIHIHIHIHIBS!!! OH MYHYHYHNOHOHOT THE TONGUE!!! AHAHAHAHAHA—UHH—HA-HA-HA-HA—MMM…” Along with her frenzied screams of laughter, her back began to arch spasmodically and her legs kicked into the air, finally revealing to me the sight of her beautiful thighs…dripping wet from all the sensations. The hand that was tickling her side felt a strange inner vibration coming from inside her as she slightly shuddered along with the tickles, followed by another moan. Again, as before, I lost a bit of my concentration; even I was surprised at how much she was dripping already. My mind began to spin with confused thoughts of young love, my entire focus set on teasing her soft body. Still roaming my fingers slowly along her ribs and sides, I kissed her underarm once before lifting my face from it, and spoke with all the gentle power of a lover: “Your body is betraying you, Alicia. Although you try your best to escape my soft touches, you know that deep inside your soul, you crave the intense pleasure of helplessness under the maddening tickling of your sensitive skin. There is no more use in hiding it...I can see the effects of your desire even now, between your legs…now…confess…you love it! You love it!” And with that, I lowered my face down to her left side and let the tip of my tongue graze up and down the curvaceous side, while my hands began to roam her taut belly, scratching and teasing it all over.
His hands were getting closer and closer to her sensitive spot, and she could do nothing but laugh. The torture was too much for her! Her sides began to ache, tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks, and her skin blushed with embarrassment. No one had ever touched her like this. The rush of sensations that flooded her mind was too much to bear. She tried her hardest to block out the tender words he was whispering into her ears, but every tease only strengthened the unbelievable feeling of exposure to his touch. But something else had taken her aback, shocking her even further: the torturous tickling she was feeling all over her body was sensually stimulating her. In terrified confusion, she tried to hide her own arousal from the watchful eyes of the stable boy, but every delicate touch along her skin sent electric jolts of pleasure flowing through her body.
A carefully-placed lick on her side, near her jiggling breast, caused her to shudder slightly, releasing another wave of her own love juices dripping down her bare thighs. A sticky puddle of wetness began to form around her upper legs. This boy was going to drive her insane. The words echoed in her troubled mind: “You love it…you love it…you love it…you love it…”
“Gahaha!! Nohoho I dohohohon’t loohohove thiiiis!!! I dooon’t!!” A gentle flick along her navel. Another moan. A fire of pure passion began to build up inside her. She wanted it all to end…yet…something inside her told her was telling her that she didn’t want it to end. This irresistible tingling between her legs was unlike anything she had felt before. It was a kind of pleasure that she had dreamed about, that she had hoped the man of her dreams would give her one day, and this…boy…was…
Through her tear-stained eyes, she looked up at her torturer, and began to notice how strong and muscular his hands were, how his face seemed to shine with a doomed dignity, the light color in his cheeks……
Her melodious laughs had echoed along the barn walls, stifled by the roaring of the fountains. No one could hear her delicious screams...and that's exactly how I wanted it to be. No one was going to get in the way of my last act of desperation against my enslavers, and what will most likely be the only time I could ever share my intimacy with a girl. As I came to grips with my eventual death sentence, my personal courage built up inside me, and I was ready to go further.
"So, the poor, helpless girl doesn't want to tell..." I teased softly, kissing her sides up and down while kneading her remarkably lean belly. "It's quite a shame...but I just know that you will give in...it's your own nature..." I flattened my tongue and traced it to her quivering belly, swirling it over and over again, getting closer to her cute bellybutton. I hungrily lapped at her navel, unable to control my urge to taste her wonderful body. She screamed in approval: “Nohohohohoho! You’re g-gohohohonna—nnnnn-mahahahake meeeeeeehehe AHAHAHAOOOHOHOHAHAHA!!!” My heart beating furiously, I looked down at her sopping wet panties, jiggling madly as she bucked and thrashed her legs around, and knew what to do.
“Make you what? Am I bringing out the naughty girl in you?” I lowered my hands ever so slowly to her smooth, hairless pubic area, gently caressing it. Loud, drawn out moans began to prevail over her crazed laughter, and the heat from her body had reached a fever pitch. “You cannot resist, Alicia. Just let it go…” And I lightly stroked my fingertips along her inner thighs, licking her bellybutton, my heart pounding as I tickled her bare flesh, and looking curiously up at her face to see a reac—
“AHHAhAHahaHAA…!! AAAHhh…uuuUUuhuhunnnnnnnnnnnAHHHHHHHAHAHAhAHAHA!!
The poor girl hung from her bondage, gasping and giggling, her whole body shuddering uncontrollably. My left hand, the one that was teasing her thighs, was covered in a massive torrent of her hot, steamy wetness as she climaxed. I raised my face from her belly and pulled myself away from her, standing back. I glimpsed for a second or two at my hand, watching the fluid fall in droplets, then at her. She breathed heavily, her entire body blushing and shaking from overwhelming pleasure, and her lips still curled into a smile. At this point, if I were only consumed by rage, I would have stopped there…but something inside me was telling me that I didn’t want it to end…
I leaned next to her dangling upperbody and placed my wet hand in front of her face, and she shut her eyes in embarrassment, blushing madly. “Do you see this?” I spoke gently. “The warm, intimate scent of this, your own nectar, is undeniable proof of your secret desires.” I paused briefly to bring together my thumb and forefinger and let the sticky cum separate in a long, thin strand. “I would think you learned your lesson by now…you foolishly continue to go against your body’s wishes, and for that…I must continue to tickle you.”
She stared up at me, still breathing, and struggled to say something as she recovered from her climax. “No…you…you wouldn’t…” But before she could comprehend my words, I used my dry hand to tear off the thin bra that had fought to stay around her chest this entire time, and her firm, shapely breasts spilled out, her nipples already rock hard. I placed my legs over hers, and faced her glorious jiggling mounds with a humble look in my eyes. My building passion had overwhelmed my mind, and I could no longer control myself. Her panicked thrashing only increased my desire.
“Please…p-please, I’ll do anything. I was wrong. I was wrong! Just don’t tickle meeheheheheheHEEHEHEheheAHAHA! NOOhohohoUHHHHhuhuhhahahahahaha!!!” At long last, I brought my mouth down to her succulent nipple, which had grown to full length. I took my time, hungrily licking and curling my rough tongue all around the hard nip, while I sensually stroked my fingers all over her other breast, taking careful attention to tickle the top, side, bottom, areola, and nipple.
Meanwhile, my other hand had reached into her panties and slowly slipped into her wet pussy, curling my fingers and teasing inside of her. Immediately, I felt a positive reaction inside of her; her muscles began to rub against my fingers as I found a rough spot at the top and began to brush it with my wet fingertips. The steamy warmth that had radiated from her naked body, the delicious taste of her sensitive flesh, and the feel of her soft, firm breast and the pulsations of her pussy underneath my hands was more pleasure than I could bear. At that moment, there was now nothing they could do to destroy my happiness, this from only the lowly stable boy…
Her mind felt foggy, still swimming with thoughts of intense pleasure. No one had ever brought her to such an intense feeling before. Her entire body still shook from the release of that orgasm, and she gasped to catch her heart, now thumping against her chest. For a moment, she forgot where she was. But her mind quickly shot back to reality as she felt a tugging at her chest, and a rush of cool air along her breasts. She gasped and turned bright red when the stable boy had kneeled down to face them. She pleaded not to let him touch those milky white globes in front of him, as they were unbelievably sensitive after that climax. Yet she faltered in her speech again, because that thoroughly annoying voice in the back of her head told over to accept her imminent bliss. Still tied up, still helpless, still entirely vulnerable to his touch.
Almost completely shattered mentally now, Alicia gasped once, long and hard, before she broke into a wild fit of moans and giggles when the boy had finally begun to tickle her breasts, skittering his fingers all over the left one while sensually suckling the right one with the painstaking attention of a master painter. The ticklishness was too far beyond her control…and it aroused her even more. Then, to her complete surprise, she felt a strong hand slip underneath her soaked panties and enter her, and she lost all control. She shook underneath her bonds, though she knew a long time ago that there was no escape for her, and yet...she didn’t want to escape. Her virgin body was being teased like this, and she loved every second of it. She happily drank in the immense ecstasy of her first real orgasm, for it was a magical experience. Now that this boy was tickling and fondling her most sensitive areas, she didn’t want it to stop. After fighting the outrageous sensation of tickling for hours…she had finally given up. Her body was his to tickle.
She moaned and laughed, beginning to roll her eyes back as she felt the second orgasm coming. Her pussy walls trembled and contracted against his smooth, skilled fingers, and she smiled in a ticklish nirvana…
But at the last second, just when she was about to let go, his fingers pulled out and he stopped suckling her breasts. She looked down in disbelief, unable to say anything except whine and moan in pure frustration. She was just about to climax again!!! How could he have done something like this? Just suddenly, she felt his fingertips gently stroking up and down her pussy lips, just slow enough that she couldn’t release her sexual tension. At the same time, his other hand was placed flat on her belly, over the center of her bellybutton. He kept his hand perfectly still, not daring to move it one inch. She sucked her stomach in, trying desperately to avoid the touches of her belly, yet already she began to giggle like a little girl.
And then she heard words…”I can feel the desire within you. You are begging to feel that wonderful thrill of release. You crave being tormented and tickled over every inch of your body like this.” The stable boy brought his face directly into hers and looked into her clouded eyes. “What would you like? Will you let be bring you to heaven…” He swiftly teased her throbbing clit very slightly, for only a second. “…or shall I punish you again?” He gently lifted his fingertips up across her belly, one time, before resting his hand again. “So…now, you must tell me, once and for all…do you love me? Do you love my tickling?” He leaned into her ear to whisper. “You know the answer if you fail to say…”
“YEEEEEEEEEEESSS!!! I LOVE YOOOOOU!!!!!!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs, taking me aback. And in that instant, without warning, she thrust herself straight into my fingers, beginning the slow, delightful descent into bliss. Joyful tears fell from her face as she shook through her second mind-blowing orgasm, and even through all that, she continued to giggle and laugh. She came again and again, all while laughing like a maniac. Turning to her face, I noticed her expression of pure joy. And, to my surprise, she began to speak through her giggles: “Hahaha…tickle meeeheheheee…tickle me mohohoooreeee ahahahahaha!!!”
I froze, looking back at what I had done to the once-snobby, spoiled noblewoman. Her gorgeous, styled hair now hung messily over her head, her body continued to tremble involuntarily in orgasmic delight, and she laid there, a blushing, giggling, moaning, ticklish little girl. Every care in my mind washed away…there was only me, and her. My wish…was finally fulfilled.
My love for her intensified as I watched her sweaty body trembling on the floor…kissing her deeply on the lips, I proceeded to fulfill her last wish, skillfully stroking, scratching, kissing, sucking and licking every last inch of her underarms, ribs, breasts and nipples, tummy, bellybutton, sides, thighs, legs, and feet. I had also become aroused beyond all reasonable thought, bringing her to orgasm after ticklish orgasm…and I continued to tickle and tease her all over, through the night...just as she wanted......
Dawn. I carried the water basin to her exhausted body, now untied and sleeping peacefully on the floor. I soaked a washcloth, dabbing it lightly over her forehead to begin washing her. The guards will be here soon…they will find me, here with the naked princess, and thinking the worst, they will slit my throat, or worse. But I am prepared to accept my death. I wish they would understand…I didn’t ravage her, I didn’t rape her. Most likely, by the time she wakes up, they will have already taken me away. The least I can do is care for my love during my last hour…
She slowly opened her eyes, gently lifting herself from the ground in a tired moan. She felt a wet cloth over her cheek; she shook her head and mumbled, “Not now, Farris, I’m too sleepy…” She lazily looked down…saw her naked body…and suddenly, trying to salvage any last shred of dignity left in her, she stood up and swatted the washcloth from my hand, yelling at me. “Have you any idea what you’ve just done!? You’re going to die for this in the worst way!! How could you take such an important, innocent girl and treat her like that!? You’re an inhuman monster!!!”
She took a violent step towards me, as if to slap my face, but she suddenly lost her balance and fell. I swiftly caught her in my arms, blushing at her touch. She looked up at me, her eyes clouded in a moment of confusion. She seemed to recognize the familiar touch. “Did…y-you…?” she uttered, still staring dreamily into my eyes. Unable to decide what to do, I comforted her. “It’s alright…it’s alright…”
With both of us remaining completely silent, I washed her body and helped her into her clothes, still hanging near the stable. We walked together to the barn door, looking at each other again.
In no time at all, the guards came bursting through, armed with spears that were immediately aimed at my throat. “My lady, what has become of you?” the head guard shouted in fright, staring at me with utter disgust. “You were never in your room last night, and now here we found you in some filthy barn with a common worker!! Did he hurt you? Did he rape you!?!? I’ll kill him right here and now!! You can watch if you want—“
“Stop!” I looked at her in disbelief, and saw that she had sternly looked at the head guard with a fire in her eyes that I had not yet seen from her. “I was attacked by a horse while washing in the barn, and this man nursed me back to health overnight. He’s a hero, and you have no right to kill him!!”
After a bit of negotiating with the princess, the guards retreated. She finally looked at me, and I stepped back a little in awe. “Treating your subordinates with gratitude…I suppose I’ve learned my lesson…” She then glared at me in mock anger. “Stable boy!! You will report to the barn on Tuesday and Thursday evenings to wash me after my riding lessons! That’s an order!” She turned and left, but not before I could faintly hear a giggle coming from her……
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