This is the first tickle story (actually first fictional story of any kind) that I've written in English. Feedback of every kind is greatly appreciated. I've posted the same story to deviantART making only few very minor changes before sharing it here.
Henna's ticklish belly
This is a story about tickle torture. Our heroine is Henna, a 18-years old Finnish high school graduate who is enjoying her last summer before the university. Henna has a curly blonde hair reaching to her shoulders, glasses and a rather flat chest. She is 160 centimeters long and her body type is petite. Her personality is calm, shy and reclusive and she isn't aware of her beauty. While she is tickled in this story she is wearing a short T-shirt, a skirt and of course her glasses. To her misfortune, the most ticklish spots in her body are her sides and belly. This story is completely focused on upper body tickling.
It was a warm summer day in a certain Finnish town. Henna read her favorite books at her parents apartment, enjoying the peace of her days before beginning independent life. She had not yet set foot outside for the whole day and was wearing only her bra and panties. She knew that nobody would peep inside and didn't even consider it possible. Henna was a very cute girl, even if she didn't acknowledge it. Most of her clothes were already packed anyways and her remaining unpacked shirts were in the washer.
Suddenly, Henna started to feel creeping hunger. She went to check the fridge to notice it to be almost empty. There really was nothing to eat and she was getting very hungry already. Her parents worked long days and would not go shopping at all, but she had no clean shirts available at all! It would take couple of hours for washer to finish and her clothes to dry and she did not want to unpack her stuff just to pack it all again. Fortunately she had an older sister, Mira, who was still staying with their parents. She was the complete opposite of Henna, very social, rowdy and a kind of a slack off. Since Mira was only bit over a year older than Henna they were about the same size, so Henna decided to borrow something to wear from her. Pretty much all of Mira's clothes were tight and revealing cut or short shirts and crop tops, which Henna considered to be uncomfortable and embarrassing. Finally she picked a pretty modest and loose yet short white T-shirt. The only details which bothered Henna was the pink "Kutita minua (="Tickle me" in Finnish) text in the shirt and the fact that the shirt completely exposed her midriff. Her belly and sides were at a complete display! It seemed to be the best option from even more embarrassing shirts, so Henna decided to quickly visit the store with it and come back as swiftly as possible.
"Big sister sure has weird clothes", she thought as she walked outside.
As Henna walked the streets with her belly exposed, she attracted attention of a bystanding woman in her thirties. She was athletic and strong-looking brunette, who seemed to eat Henna's body with her eyes and appeared to stare especially the inviting "Tickle me"-text of the shirt. Henna noticed the attention she was receiving and hastened her pace. She was creeped out and wanted to get back home quickly. Luckily the woman did not follow her. After the brief shopping was done, Henna left the shop cautiously. She was afraid that the creepy woman would be expecting her. She was nowhere to be seen however, so Henna began to walk home. She hasn't made even 100 meter before a beige car stopped by her. The creepy woman from before stepped out of the car, grabbed Henna, handcuffed her, gagged her, put a bag on her head, threw her to the backseat and drove away. Henna didn't have time to scream, but she immediately realized what had happened. The creepy woman had kidnapped her.
When the bad was removed from Henna's head, she was firmly bound from her wrists and ankles on a small table in a small apartment. she was still wearing the T-shirt and the skirt. She was still gagged and could see her kidnapper in front of her.
"My name is Maria", said the kidnapper. "I hope I wasn't being too rough! Are you alright?".
She removed the gag and Henna answered "Y-yes. Wh-why are you doing this? My parents are not very rich..." Maria began to laugh, and shouted "Money? I don't want money. I want to tickle you."
Henna could not believe what she heard. "What? B-But why?" "Why? What do you mean, don't you know what your shirt says? It tells me to tickle you!"
"This is a mistake, this is not my shirt! I don't want to be tickled!" Henna was starting to get really worried, because she knew she had very ticklish sides and belly. Her sister had tickled her countless times and she could not even fight back, because Mira actually always liked to be tickled.
"Oh darling", Maria said, "I've tickle countless cute girls in my time. Most of them did not want to get tickled, but I don't care about such details. I tickle them to my heart's content anyway! You however seem to play some kind of a game. Were you wearing that because you wanted someone to kidnap and tickle you, right? You want to be a ticklish prisoner who is tortured without mercy, right? Of course you do!" Maria was clearly getting turned on, and her fingers were closing to Henna's belly.
"You are insane!", Henna shouted. "Let me go or I will scream!" Maria giggled and whispered to Henna's ear "This is an abandoned apartment complex near the towns industrial area. Nobody lives here and nobody comes near enough to hear you. You can scream all you want. I'm going to enjoy playing with you".
Maria began to slowly run her fingers up and down Henna's sides.
"No no no...", muttered henna as the first giggles began. "Ihihihii n-no, stop, ihihihif you tihihickle me lihihike thahat..."
She could not finish the sentence before Maria's hands aggressively assaulted her belly. Ten fingers went all out on her ticklish, tender skin.
"AAHAAHAA IHHIHIII NOHOHO NOOO!"
Henna trashed and struggled in her bonds, screaming for her life and begging for mercy. Maria's excitement had turned into calm and calculating sadism, as she was seeking out the most torturous spots in Henna's belly.
"AAIIHHIIIAAAAHHAHHAHAHAHAIHIIHIHIII"
Henna howled with tears in her eyes, as Maria focused her fingers on her belly button and the area around it. "Seems like I've found your spot, darling" Maria said with a malicious grin in her face. Henna did not answer, because she was too busy suffering and laughing helplessly. She had lost all control and laughter transformed into crying and screaming. Maria gave poor girl a little pause and said she would be back soon. Maria left the room and Henna was left crying in her bounds.
"Why me?" She thought. "How can this happen to me because of this stupid shirt? I can't take this, I will die if this keeps going on!"
After a while, Maria returned. Henna had caught her breath and immediately began to shout.
"Why don't you let me go already? You had your fun, I don't want to be tickled! I hate it!"
"Ah, but darling", Maria answered, "Why would you expose your cute belly if you don't want to be tied down and tickled silly? It should be against the law to NOT tickle pretty and ticklish girls such as you. Now, let's continue!"
Maria had brought with her a feather duster, which made Henna beg even before any kind of contact. Maria began to tickle her sides with the feather duster, pushing it under her shirt to the armpits while her other hand focused on torturing poor Henna's belly. The spinning and sweeping duster under her shirt and merciless fingers around her belly button were driving Henna towards the edge of madness, she went completely berserk.
"AAIHIIHIII STOOPOHOHOHO! MERCY, MERCY, AAAIIHIIAHIA! IHIHHIHI, IHHIHIII, IHIHI CAN'T TAHAHAKE IT AHAHA, AHNYMORE!"
After several minutes which had felt like hours to Henna, Maria ceased the tickling with fingers but continued the duster-torture. Henna still laughed and begged, but with much less volume.
"Your armpits don't seem that ticklish, what a pity. I wonder what happens if I put my finger in your navel and wriggle it there", she said menacingly.
"Noohoo please no-IIIIIAAHHHAHHAA TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT OHOOFF!"
Henna screamed now from the top of her lungs. The feather duster tickling her sides and armpits was a joke when compared to the waves of ticklish agony Maria's finger caused in her belly button. She trashed and screeched like a madwoman, but Maria would not release her from this pure torment. While duster still continued its almost robotic work, Maria took her finger away from Henna's belly and brought her tongue to the play. Fingers merely moved to tickle the side duster left unoccupied, while the tongue tormented navel. Now Henna truly was in ticklish hell, completely lost in her laughter and agony. The cruel tickler was relentless, and Henna's world began to fade away. She was thankful for the darkness.
When Henna came to her senses, she was lying in a desolate forest road. She was still in the same clothes as before, now wet with sweat and tears. In front of her she saw her torturer, Maria, and she shivered.
"Calm down, darling" Maria said with a smirk. "I'm not going to tickle you anymore. You did well, I really loved your laughter and screams."
"W-what are you going to do now?" Henna asked.
"Nothing to you. Tickling cute girls is a dear hobby of mine, and I'm not going to throw it away by getting caught." Her tone changed into more dreadful as she said "If you ever go to the police about this, I need to run away. If that happens, I'm going to take the one who ratted me out with me. You must realize what that would mean?"
Henna gulped and nodded. She could not stand being tickled like that for another time. Her mind would break.
Maria smiled again and said "I will get going now. There are so many cute girls to tickle and so little time. You should hope we will not meet again, but I would not mind keeping you." Maria winked and Henna shivered again.
Henna then watched as Maria stepped into a car and drove away, to search for a new victim to torture senseless. As Henna started to walk home, she covered her belly with her hands all the way. She would never expose her ticklish spots in public again.
Henna's ticklish belly
This is a story about tickle torture. Our heroine is Henna, a 18-years old Finnish high school graduate who is enjoying her last summer before the university. Henna has a curly blonde hair reaching to her shoulders, glasses and a rather flat chest. She is 160 centimeters long and her body type is petite. Her personality is calm, shy and reclusive and she isn't aware of her beauty. While she is tickled in this story she is wearing a short T-shirt, a skirt and of course her glasses. To her misfortune, the most ticklish spots in her body are her sides and belly. This story is completely focused on upper body tickling.
It was a warm summer day in a certain Finnish town. Henna read her favorite books at her parents apartment, enjoying the peace of her days before beginning independent life. She had not yet set foot outside for the whole day and was wearing only her bra and panties. She knew that nobody would peep inside and didn't even consider it possible. Henna was a very cute girl, even if she didn't acknowledge it. Most of her clothes were already packed anyways and her remaining unpacked shirts were in the washer.
Suddenly, Henna started to feel creeping hunger. She went to check the fridge to notice it to be almost empty. There really was nothing to eat and she was getting very hungry already. Her parents worked long days and would not go shopping at all, but she had no clean shirts available at all! It would take couple of hours for washer to finish and her clothes to dry and she did not want to unpack her stuff just to pack it all again. Fortunately she had an older sister, Mira, who was still staying with their parents. She was the complete opposite of Henna, very social, rowdy and a kind of a slack off. Since Mira was only bit over a year older than Henna they were about the same size, so Henna decided to borrow something to wear from her. Pretty much all of Mira's clothes were tight and revealing cut or short shirts and crop tops, which Henna considered to be uncomfortable and embarrassing. Finally she picked a pretty modest and loose yet short white T-shirt. The only details which bothered Henna was the pink "Kutita minua (="Tickle me" in Finnish) text in the shirt and the fact that the shirt completely exposed her midriff. Her belly and sides were at a complete display! It seemed to be the best option from even more embarrassing shirts, so Henna decided to quickly visit the store with it and come back as swiftly as possible.
"Big sister sure has weird clothes", she thought as she walked outside.
As Henna walked the streets with her belly exposed, she attracted attention of a bystanding woman in her thirties. She was athletic and strong-looking brunette, who seemed to eat Henna's body with her eyes and appeared to stare especially the inviting "Tickle me"-text of the shirt. Henna noticed the attention she was receiving and hastened her pace. She was creeped out and wanted to get back home quickly. Luckily the woman did not follow her. After the brief shopping was done, Henna left the shop cautiously. She was afraid that the creepy woman would be expecting her. She was nowhere to be seen however, so Henna began to walk home. She hasn't made even 100 meter before a beige car stopped by her. The creepy woman from before stepped out of the car, grabbed Henna, handcuffed her, gagged her, put a bag on her head, threw her to the backseat and drove away. Henna didn't have time to scream, but she immediately realized what had happened. The creepy woman had kidnapped her.
When the bad was removed from Henna's head, she was firmly bound from her wrists and ankles on a small table in a small apartment. she was still wearing the T-shirt and the skirt. She was still gagged and could see her kidnapper in front of her.
"My name is Maria", said the kidnapper. "I hope I wasn't being too rough! Are you alright?".
She removed the gag and Henna answered "Y-yes. Wh-why are you doing this? My parents are not very rich..." Maria began to laugh, and shouted "Money? I don't want money. I want to tickle you."
Henna could not believe what she heard. "What? B-But why?" "Why? What do you mean, don't you know what your shirt says? It tells me to tickle you!"
"This is a mistake, this is not my shirt! I don't want to be tickled!" Henna was starting to get really worried, because she knew she had very ticklish sides and belly. Her sister had tickled her countless times and she could not even fight back, because Mira actually always liked to be tickled.
"Oh darling", Maria said, "I've tickle countless cute girls in my time. Most of them did not want to get tickled, but I don't care about such details. I tickle them to my heart's content anyway! You however seem to play some kind of a game. Were you wearing that because you wanted someone to kidnap and tickle you, right? You want to be a ticklish prisoner who is tortured without mercy, right? Of course you do!" Maria was clearly getting turned on, and her fingers were closing to Henna's belly.
"You are insane!", Henna shouted. "Let me go or I will scream!" Maria giggled and whispered to Henna's ear "This is an abandoned apartment complex near the towns industrial area. Nobody lives here and nobody comes near enough to hear you. You can scream all you want. I'm going to enjoy playing with you".
Maria began to slowly run her fingers up and down Henna's sides.
"No no no...", muttered henna as the first giggles began. "Ihihihii n-no, stop, ihihihif you tihihickle me lihihike thahat..."
She could not finish the sentence before Maria's hands aggressively assaulted her belly. Ten fingers went all out on her ticklish, tender skin.
"AAHAAHAA IHHIHIII NOHOHO NOOO!"
Henna trashed and struggled in her bonds, screaming for her life and begging for mercy. Maria's excitement had turned into calm and calculating sadism, as she was seeking out the most torturous spots in Henna's belly.
"AAIIHHIIIAAAAHHAHHAHAHAHAIHIIHIHIII"
Henna howled with tears in her eyes, as Maria focused her fingers on her belly button and the area around it. "Seems like I've found your spot, darling" Maria said with a malicious grin in her face. Henna did not answer, because she was too busy suffering and laughing helplessly. She had lost all control and laughter transformed into crying and screaming. Maria gave poor girl a little pause and said she would be back soon. Maria left the room and Henna was left crying in her bounds.
"Why me?" She thought. "How can this happen to me because of this stupid shirt? I can't take this, I will die if this keeps going on!"
After a while, Maria returned. Henna had caught her breath and immediately began to shout.
"Why don't you let me go already? You had your fun, I don't want to be tickled! I hate it!"
"Ah, but darling", Maria answered, "Why would you expose your cute belly if you don't want to be tied down and tickled silly? It should be against the law to NOT tickle pretty and ticklish girls such as you. Now, let's continue!"
Maria had brought with her a feather duster, which made Henna beg even before any kind of contact. Maria began to tickle her sides with the feather duster, pushing it under her shirt to the armpits while her other hand focused on torturing poor Henna's belly. The spinning and sweeping duster under her shirt and merciless fingers around her belly button were driving Henna towards the edge of madness, she went completely berserk.
"AAIHIIHIII STOOPOHOHOHO! MERCY, MERCY, AAAIIHIIAHIA! IHIHHIHI, IHHIHIII, IHIHI CAN'T TAHAHAKE IT AHAHA, AHNYMORE!"
After several minutes which had felt like hours to Henna, Maria ceased the tickling with fingers but continued the duster-torture. Henna still laughed and begged, but with much less volume.
"Your armpits don't seem that ticklish, what a pity. I wonder what happens if I put my finger in your navel and wriggle it there", she said menacingly.
"Noohoo please no-IIIIIAAHHHAHHAA TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT OHOOFF!"
Henna screamed now from the top of her lungs. The feather duster tickling her sides and armpits was a joke when compared to the waves of ticklish agony Maria's finger caused in her belly button. She trashed and screeched like a madwoman, but Maria would not release her from this pure torment. While duster still continued its almost robotic work, Maria took her finger away from Henna's belly and brought her tongue to the play. Fingers merely moved to tickle the side duster left unoccupied, while the tongue tormented navel. Now Henna truly was in ticklish hell, completely lost in her laughter and agony. The cruel tickler was relentless, and Henna's world began to fade away. She was thankful for the darkness.
When Henna came to her senses, she was lying in a desolate forest road. She was still in the same clothes as before, now wet with sweat and tears. In front of her she saw her torturer, Maria, and she shivered.
"Calm down, darling" Maria said with a smirk. "I'm not going to tickle you anymore. You did well, I really loved your laughter and screams."
"W-what are you going to do now?" Henna asked.
"Nothing to you. Tickling cute girls is a dear hobby of mine, and I'm not going to throw it away by getting caught." Her tone changed into more dreadful as she said "If you ever go to the police about this, I need to run away. If that happens, I'm going to take the one who ratted me out with me. You must realize what that would mean?"
Henna gulped and nodded. She could not stand being tickled like that for another time. Her mind would break.
Maria smiled again and said "I will get going now. There are so many cute girls to tickle and so little time. You should hope we will not meet again, but I would not mind keeping you." Maria winked and Henna shivered again.
Henna then watched as Maria stepped into a car and drove away, to search for a new victim to torture senseless. As Henna started to walk home, she covered her belly with her hands all the way. She would never expose her ticklish spots in public again.
