goddess_nemesis
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Brenda was finally back home from her travels up along the coast. Three weeks of vacation was almost over, only three days left. Just enough time to wind down and relax before going back to work.
It had been a perfect holiday too. Brenda was a book nut. Not just any books, but the older, out of print ones. She had just spent the last 2 1/2 weeks doing the yard sale and flee market circuit. This is where she could get real good buys. And it wasn't just any older books she looked for either. You see, Brenda loved the scary stuff. The occult, the paranormal, the classic horror stories. Anything scary and unexplained.
She had also come across a couple of used booksellers on her trip. She was especially taken with one located in a rather spooky setting on the northern part of the coast. This one specialized in the very subject that she loved. Scary books!
She spent the better part of a day at that store just going through aisle after aisle of floor to ceiling books. She would have needed a couple of days to really cover every row, but she didn't have that much time to spare. It was paradise for her, except for one thing. The old fellow that ran the store. He was an old man of about 80 years old, very short and hunched over. He had to be short she thought. "I'm only five feet and I'm looking down at him," she chuckled to herself. He also had a very strange sounding voice which, when he talked, for some reason made the goosebumps come out on her.
He was pleasant enough to her though, and they got talking quite a lot about what exactly were the topics that interested her. His soft voice and English accent seemed to calm her goosebumps somewhat, but there was still something about him that made her nervous. Anyhow, that was over now and all she wanted to do for the next three days was sit back and read her new bought treasures.
She had bought a dozen books from the old guy, but she wanted to read one in particular. He had spent some time convincing her to buy it but to no avail. However, at the checkout counter, he said with that strange smile, that since he had enjoyed her visit so much and because she was buying so many books, that he would give the book to her. So she laid back on her bed, got herself comfortable and checked out the cover. "The REALM of the GALENS" (pronounced like gallons) "Hmmm, there's no author's name here. Just a copyright, England, 1793," she said to herself.
Page one described the main characters. The Galens, short little creatures, about 18 inches tall, with facial features somewhat like the devil, but without horns. They had eyes, but not like humans. No white areas, just like black marbles. They only had three toes as well as three fingers and a thumb. They were very strong for their size as well as fast, even though they walked and ran something like chimpanzees when they moved. Their communication was something like garbled speech to humans, but it worked for them which is all that matters.
They had a master, the magical Galenor. The book didn't go into much of a description of him. It just said that the Galens were there to serve him, and they did that well. In return, he looked after their needs.
The plot as far as Brenda could gather, was that Galenor would send out his little Galens to capture whatever helpless lass(s) he had chosen. They would then bring the prisoner(s) back to their dungeon for whatever torture Galenor had chosen for them. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all," she said to herself.
As she started to read, she noticed that the book had a funny smell to it. Not just the usual musty book smell, it was something else. Not the best smell, but it was one that she could tolerate.
As she read, she started to get drowsy. She was starting to get involved in the book but was finding it hard to stay awake. Then the inevitable happened, she dozed off.
Sometime later, who knows how long, she opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times then quickly sat up in bed. "Something is definitely wrong here," she said to herself, realizing that she was not only no longer in bed, but also not in her apartment. She was still in her jogging suit and track shoes, but that was the only thing that was normal.
It was a dark bedroom lit only by candlelight. She tried to find a light switch, but there was no sign of electricity anywhere. The air was damp and cool, but at least her jogging suit was keeping her warm. "I have to go find out what the hell is going on here," she thought, as she went towards the bedroom door.
Slowly she opened the door and peeked out. Nothing, or rather, no one seemed to be around. She crept quietly out into the hallway checking her back every so often just to be sure. She came to a rather long and winding stairway, and looked down very carefully to see if anyone was there. Finding no one, she started slowly walking down each step carefully, each step creaking under the pressure of all of her 103 pounds.
Although she couldn't see anyone, Brenda was starting to get the feeling that she was being watched, and on top of not knowing where she was, or how she got there for that matter, that was giving her a bad case of the jitters. As she reached the base of the steps, she thought she could hear some talking going on beyond the door at the foot of the steps. She carefully crept to the door and listened. It was talking all right, and more than one person too. It was more like a group, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. It was all like mumbling through the solid door. Brenda had to know who was there.
Slowly she tried the doorknob, "Good…it's unlocked, now if I can only open it a little and peek without anyone seeing me, I'll at least know who and how many I'm up against." As the door opened, she peeked in, it wasn't a room but a long candlelit hallway with a door at the other end. She checked her back again then stepped in and started walking to the door at the other end. Halfway down she stopped to examine a tall hutch against the wall. There was nothing impressive there, so she went for the door but found it locked so started back from where she had come from. When she was about two thirds of the way back, she stopped and let out a quick gasp. Where she had entered something was different. There was a small opening in the wall by the door that she had not seen when she entered. And standing by the opening were about a dozen small creatures like she had never seen before. Or had she?
"What the hell is going on here? Wait a minute! Small creatures about a foot and a half tall, 3 toes, 3 fingers, and with devil faces…'Galens'? Come on! I have to be dreaming this! This is the book I'm reading…oh, this is impossible!" she said to herself. Dreaming or not, the Galens were talking to themselves, while looking at her, and walking towards her.
She slowly started walking backwards toward the other door past the hutch. "Maybe I can find something in the hutch to defend myself with real quick," she thought. As she bumped into the hutch, she realized that she should have looked a lot closer to it before. If she had, she might have seen the three Galens on the top shelf that pounced on her back and shoulders.
They were heavy little buggers, and strong too. She quickly fell to her hands and knees. Quickly, six Galens were on her, 2 on each sleeve of her sweatshirt and one on each side of her grabbing onto the base of her sweatshirt as well. "LET ME GO!" she yelled, as the six started to drag her towards the supposedly locked door.
As they pulled, she got up enough strength to quickly pull herself back in the other direction. Big mistake! She pulled herself free all right, because the Galens only had a hold of her sweatshirt. Brenda went flying, landing on her back one way, while the Galens and her shirt went flying the other way, knocking each other down like a bunch of bowling pins.
Brenda didn't have time to think about losing her shirt, she just rolled over and tried to make a run for it. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't quick enough. The same six and a couple of more were on top of her before she could get up. They quickly grabbed on to any part of her sweatpants that they could get a grip on as she tried to jump up and away from her attackers.
Mistake number 2! When she jumped up she got free. But because the Galens were holding on to her pants, she also freed herself of her pants the same way she freed herself of her shirt. This time, she didn't get far. When the pants came down to her ankles, she lost her balance and went down on her face to the floor.
She was immediately swarmed by the entire Galen group, all twelve of them. As she was being held down on her back, she brought her head up in time to see a couple of Galens with some coils of what looked homemade rope. It didn't take much to figure out what they were going to do with that. She tried to get up, but only succeeded in turning over as they quickly wrapped a loop around both her wrists. As she rolled over she came face to face with one of the Galens. He had what looked like a thin-skinned ball in his hand, that he let loose right at her. He was a good shot! Right between the eyes. A puff of dust burst from the ball when it hit. As she breathed in the dust she recognized it as the same smell that came from the book.
Although her mind was clear, her muscles became so relaxed that she could not put up any kind of resistance. All she could do was lay there, while she was tied securely at the ankles, knees and wrists. "God, what are they doing to me? No dream was ever like this, this is too real! Man, these guys are strong!" as they all picked her up and carried her into the room that she tried to get into before.
They brought her into a dungeon like room and laid her down on a rotate-able turntable that kept her about 8 inches off the floor. Her legs were spread so her ankles were about two feet apart. She was propped up on an angled wooden slab from the waist up and her arms brought up over her head and tied behind her. They began to loop the homemade rope through small metal rings located on both sides of her. When they were through, she was tied criss-cross like you would do shoe laces, from the waist up and each leg was done the same way.
While she was pondering her fate, she heard a voice from behind. Not just any voice, but someone talking English, with a soft British accent. "Well done, well done my friends!" the voice said, "you've done well, very well indeed."
"I hope my friends haven't been too hard on you my dear," said the old fellow as he came around in front allowing Brenda to finally see him. A look of shock came over her as she looked at him.
"My God, your the old man from the bookstore!" she cried.
"Yes, yes", said the old man gleefully, "I'm quite flattered that you remember me."
"Please…what are you going to do to me? Why have you brought me here? Please untie me…let me go!" she cried.
"Relax my dear, we are not going to hurt you, you'll be back home before you know it," he replied.
The old man walked over to a large chair located about ten feet in front of Brenda. "Come my little friends, gather round me while I explain why I had you fetch this pretty young lady," he said. The Galens all gathered and sat around the old man's chair, and in front of Brenda, then spoke to them like they were a group of children at a story telling time. "My friends," he started, "during the past few months, you have performed your duties to me very well, very well indeed! Because of this, I have been trying to think of a suitable reward to give you all. A few days ago, when this pretty young lady entered my store, I just knew she would do as my special gift to you. In the past, you have brought many a guest into my dungeon for my pleasures. This time, to show my appreciation, this lady is for you to enjoy."
Brenda couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked at this group that she was just given to in mild panic. "What are they going to do to me? Please let me go!" she cried out to the old man, while she tried, unsuccessfully, to pull free her bonds.
"There, there my dear, calm down, they aren't going to hurt you!" said Galenor. "The Galens are a very curious sort of group. They have never had the opportunity to examine a live human being for any great amount of time before. I'm sure the worst you can expect is that they may get a little too playful with you."
With that said, Galenor turned to a Galen that had approached him and began to speak in that jumbled mumbling that they call a language, then replied to it. "Yes, yes of course, my friend, you may do your offering first. I understand fully!"
The word "offering" scared the hell out of Brenda. "What do you mean by offering?" she asked.
"Fear not my dear," said Galenor, "even the Galens have a supreme being that they worship. They simply wish to put the symbol of their faith on you. This indicates that they are sharing their good fortune with Him as well. You may begin when you wish my friends!"
With that, he turned and sat down in his chair while one of the Galens walked up between the space in Brenda's legs to her torso, while the others gathered all around her. The one in between her legs was holding two cups in his hand. One looked like it had yellow paint, while the other looked like it had red paint. Each can had a brush. He held the two cans in the air and mumbled something then proceeded to take the red brush and paint a hex shaped pattern on her stomach between her ribcage to just below her navel.
Brenda started to shake from the movement of the brush. "Damn, that stuff is cold! And worst than that, it tickles! I hate that!" she said to herself. As the symbol was being painted, the Galens were noticing that she was starting to shake, and couldn't understand what was going on. He continued, alternating between red and yellow paints when Brenda just couldn't keep quiet any more. "STOOOOOP IT! HAHAHAhahahahaaaaaaah it tickles…Please STOP!" They all looked at her with a puzzled look and mumbled among themselves. While they stared, Brenda caught her breath, but not for long. When she stopped laughing, he finished painting the hexagonal symbol, and the laughing started all over again. It took ten minutes.
Brenda started laughing while at the same time begging for the tickling to stop. All together, the symbol took up about a square foot area of her belly. And the entire area within the hexagon was filled with red and yellow paint.
This laughing really fascinated the Galens. The one doing the painting turned and mumbled something to Galenor. "No, no my little friend, you're not hurting her! You have just discovered a fascinating effect called 'tickling'. It seems that our little guest is quite the ticklish lass… What's that? … Yes, yes of course, if you wish to explore tickling with our guest, you may pursue tickling to your heart's content. I brought her here for all of you to do with as you please."
If the brush painting had caused a mild panic before, this brought out the major panic for Brenda. She had always done her best to keep up her looks. In Brenda's case she didn't have to try real hard. She always had soft, smooth skin. And that skin was 'extremely ticklish'! All she could do was beg and plead with Galenor not to let them tickle her. But he just ignored her pleas, sat back and watched as his little servants began their torment.
They all knew that she was ticklish on the stomach, so they started there again, only this time there were a dozen pair of long rough hands being run over her sensitive skin from the area just below where her bra was, right down along her sides to the area at her crotch where the leg bends and meets the body. With this going on, she let loose. "Noooooohooohoohohohohoooo! I cahahahahant taahaaake thihihihis... PLEHEHEHEEEEESE…STOHOHOHOHOOOP!" In total, her body had about a half-inch to an inch of movement. The only parts of her she could move were her head and her two feet.
As they mercilessly ran their fingers over her, it seemed the more she laughed, the more excited the Galens would become. Then, as if it couldn't get worse, she was starting to get real sweaty from the laughing. One of the Galens leaned up to her underarms and gave her a lick with what had to be a six-inch long tongue. And it was rough and raspy.
The effects of the muscle relaxing dust was starting to wear off by now, so when the tongue hit her underarm she really gave the bonds a stretch test. She didn't do their hearing any good either. The sudden scream of laughter made the other Galens stop momentarily. When they saw the licking Brenda was taking, they started licking as well.
There was no more noise coming from Brenda. All she could do was shake and try to catch her breath. Occasionally, you could hear a faint plea coming between the shaking laughter, begging them to please stop the unbearable tickling.
Suddenly, Galenor spoke. "My friends…you may wish to give our ticklish lady a moment of rest. If she passes out on you, your enjoyment will cease." And stop they did, to the great relief of Brenda. Unfortunately for her, the relief was short and about to get worse, and she realized this as soon as Galenor spoke again. "My friends, I do feel that I should advise you that in your excitement, you are neglecting a very important part of the human ticklish anatomy. Namely, our young lady's feet."
Brenda's mind went into ballistic mode when she heard 'feet'. She took what was left of her strength and pleaded. "God no…please, please, I don't want my feet tickled! I can't take my feet being tickled…please don't tickle my feet…PLEASE!"
"Now, now my dear, it won't be much longer I can assure you," said Galenor as he spoke again to his little ticklers. "I can assure you that if our little guest's feet are as ticklish as the rest of her, you will be most pleased!"
As they started removing Brenda's shoes and socks she wondered how much more of this tickling she could endure before passing out. She had just endured a dozen Galens passionately tickling her everywhere, ribs, stomach, underarms, her knees and behind the knees as well. All at the same time, first with their fingers and then being tickle licked with those long raspy tongues. Now it was going to be her feet. How she dreaded the thought of those raspy tongues on her ticklish soles and toes.
The shoes and socks were off. Brenda's bare soles were now exposed and about to get tickled like never before. She curled and stiffened her toes as, if it would do any real good, the Galens all gathered round her feet. It started slowly and lightly. Tiny fingers feeling the skin surface, the odd cold nose touching and taking quick smells. The light touch was just as agonizing as the hard tickling. Then it happened, she felt the first tongue brush the top of her foot where the toes meet. "Dohohohohooont! …PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEESE! Anywhere AHAHAHAaaaaaaah…buhiht my feheeheeheeeeet!"
The Galens forgot about the rest of her body and all started tickling her feet. Brenda was in total agony now. The agony continued for another fifteen minutes. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOooooooo AHHHHHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA no mohohohohore pleeheeeheeeheeese stohohohooop!"
They continued this on all areas of her feet, tops and bottoms. She would just lay there and shake. The only time she would let out screams of laughter would be when the fingers and tongues went at her arches and the area where the toes meet the rest of the foot.
Then, to her advantage, she passed out. How long she was out we'll never know, but it was quite some time I can assure you. When she woke up, she laid there blinking her eyes a couple of times, then sat up quickly, realizing that things were different again. She was back in her room, still dressed in her tracksuit. Everything was back to normal. Everything, that is, except her appearance. She was soaked in sweat, her hair was all tangled and knotted, and she felt completely exhausted.
"GOD! It had to have been a dream! NO…a nightmare. And one that I hope never to have again. I must be overtired from all this traveling. What I need right now is a nice war shower then some rest.
As she got up for her much needed shower, she felt weak in the legs, and the soles of her feet tingled from what must have been her imagined tickling. She even stopped by her bedroom door and opened it slowly and peeked out…just in case. "Chill out girl," she said to herself, "it's OK, your home now."
She got to the bathroom, turned on the hot water and started to undress. She got as far as her sweatshirt and then let out a short scream and backed against the wall as she stared into the full length mirror in front of her. All she could look at was the big red and yellow hexagon painted on her stomach.
"Oh my God…it was all for real!"
Or was it?
I'll leave you folks out there figure it out!
THE END
Note: This story is not mine, but by the author NS Tickler. NE-way, enjoy!
It had been a perfect holiday too. Brenda was a book nut. Not just any books, but the older, out of print ones. She had just spent the last 2 1/2 weeks doing the yard sale and flee market circuit. This is where she could get real good buys. And it wasn't just any older books she looked for either. You see, Brenda loved the scary stuff. The occult, the paranormal, the classic horror stories. Anything scary and unexplained.
She had also come across a couple of used booksellers on her trip. She was especially taken with one located in a rather spooky setting on the northern part of the coast. This one specialized in the very subject that she loved. Scary books!
She spent the better part of a day at that store just going through aisle after aisle of floor to ceiling books. She would have needed a couple of days to really cover every row, but she didn't have that much time to spare. It was paradise for her, except for one thing. The old fellow that ran the store. He was an old man of about 80 years old, very short and hunched over. He had to be short she thought. "I'm only five feet and I'm looking down at him," she chuckled to herself. He also had a very strange sounding voice which, when he talked, for some reason made the goosebumps come out on her.
He was pleasant enough to her though, and they got talking quite a lot about what exactly were the topics that interested her. His soft voice and English accent seemed to calm her goosebumps somewhat, but there was still something about him that made her nervous. Anyhow, that was over now and all she wanted to do for the next three days was sit back and read her new bought treasures.
She had bought a dozen books from the old guy, but she wanted to read one in particular. He had spent some time convincing her to buy it but to no avail. However, at the checkout counter, he said with that strange smile, that since he had enjoyed her visit so much and because she was buying so many books, that he would give the book to her. So she laid back on her bed, got herself comfortable and checked out the cover. "The REALM of the GALENS" (pronounced like gallons) "Hmmm, there's no author's name here. Just a copyright, England, 1793," she said to herself.
Page one described the main characters. The Galens, short little creatures, about 18 inches tall, with facial features somewhat like the devil, but without horns. They had eyes, but not like humans. No white areas, just like black marbles. They only had three toes as well as three fingers and a thumb. They were very strong for their size as well as fast, even though they walked and ran something like chimpanzees when they moved. Their communication was something like garbled speech to humans, but it worked for them which is all that matters.
They had a master, the magical Galenor. The book didn't go into much of a description of him. It just said that the Galens were there to serve him, and they did that well. In return, he looked after their needs.
The plot as far as Brenda could gather, was that Galenor would send out his little Galens to capture whatever helpless lass(s) he had chosen. They would then bring the prisoner(s) back to their dungeon for whatever torture Galenor had chosen for them. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all," she said to herself.
As she started to read, she noticed that the book had a funny smell to it. Not just the usual musty book smell, it was something else. Not the best smell, but it was one that she could tolerate.
As she read, she started to get drowsy. She was starting to get involved in the book but was finding it hard to stay awake. Then the inevitable happened, she dozed off.
Sometime later, who knows how long, she opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times then quickly sat up in bed. "Something is definitely wrong here," she said to herself, realizing that she was not only no longer in bed, but also not in her apartment. She was still in her jogging suit and track shoes, but that was the only thing that was normal.
It was a dark bedroom lit only by candlelight. She tried to find a light switch, but there was no sign of electricity anywhere. The air was damp and cool, but at least her jogging suit was keeping her warm. "I have to go find out what the hell is going on here," she thought, as she went towards the bedroom door.
Slowly she opened the door and peeked out. Nothing, or rather, no one seemed to be around. She crept quietly out into the hallway checking her back every so often just to be sure. She came to a rather long and winding stairway, and looked down very carefully to see if anyone was there. Finding no one, she started slowly walking down each step carefully, each step creaking under the pressure of all of her 103 pounds.
Although she couldn't see anyone, Brenda was starting to get the feeling that she was being watched, and on top of not knowing where she was, or how she got there for that matter, that was giving her a bad case of the jitters. As she reached the base of the steps, she thought she could hear some talking going on beyond the door at the foot of the steps. She carefully crept to the door and listened. It was talking all right, and more than one person too. It was more like a group, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. It was all like mumbling through the solid door. Brenda had to know who was there.
Slowly she tried the doorknob, "Good…it's unlocked, now if I can only open it a little and peek without anyone seeing me, I'll at least know who and how many I'm up against." As the door opened, she peeked in, it wasn't a room but a long candlelit hallway with a door at the other end. She checked her back again then stepped in and started walking to the door at the other end. Halfway down she stopped to examine a tall hutch against the wall. There was nothing impressive there, so she went for the door but found it locked so started back from where she had come from. When she was about two thirds of the way back, she stopped and let out a quick gasp. Where she had entered something was different. There was a small opening in the wall by the door that she had not seen when she entered. And standing by the opening were about a dozen small creatures like she had never seen before. Or had she?
"What the hell is going on here? Wait a minute! Small creatures about a foot and a half tall, 3 toes, 3 fingers, and with devil faces…'Galens'? Come on! I have to be dreaming this! This is the book I'm reading…oh, this is impossible!" she said to herself. Dreaming or not, the Galens were talking to themselves, while looking at her, and walking towards her.
She slowly started walking backwards toward the other door past the hutch. "Maybe I can find something in the hutch to defend myself with real quick," she thought. As she bumped into the hutch, she realized that she should have looked a lot closer to it before. If she had, she might have seen the three Galens on the top shelf that pounced on her back and shoulders.
They were heavy little buggers, and strong too. She quickly fell to her hands and knees. Quickly, six Galens were on her, 2 on each sleeve of her sweatshirt and one on each side of her grabbing onto the base of her sweatshirt as well. "LET ME GO!" she yelled, as the six started to drag her towards the supposedly locked door.
As they pulled, she got up enough strength to quickly pull herself back in the other direction. Big mistake! She pulled herself free all right, because the Galens only had a hold of her sweatshirt. Brenda went flying, landing on her back one way, while the Galens and her shirt went flying the other way, knocking each other down like a bunch of bowling pins.
Brenda didn't have time to think about losing her shirt, she just rolled over and tried to make a run for it. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't quick enough. The same six and a couple of more were on top of her before she could get up. They quickly grabbed on to any part of her sweatpants that they could get a grip on as she tried to jump up and away from her attackers.
Mistake number 2! When she jumped up she got free. But because the Galens were holding on to her pants, she also freed herself of her pants the same way she freed herself of her shirt. This time, she didn't get far. When the pants came down to her ankles, she lost her balance and went down on her face to the floor.
She was immediately swarmed by the entire Galen group, all twelve of them. As she was being held down on her back, she brought her head up in time to see a couple of Galens with some coils of what looked homemade rope. It didn't take much to figure out what they were going to do with that. She tried to get up, but only succeeded in turning over as they quickly wrapped a loop around both her wrists. As she rolled over she came face to face with one of the Galens. He had what looked like a thin-skinned ball in his hand, that he let loose right at her. He was a good shot! Right between the eyes. A puff of dust burst from the ball when it hit. As she breathed in the dust she recognized it as the same smell that came from the book.
Although her mind was clear, her muscles became so relaxed that she could not put up any kind of resistance. All she could do was lay there, while she was tied securely at the ankles, knees and wrists. "God, what are they doing to me? No dream was ever like this, this is too real! Man, these guys are strong!" as they all picked her up and carried her into the room that she tried to get into before.
They brought her into a dungeon like room and laid her down on a rotate-able turntable that kept her about 8 inches off the floor. Her legs were spread so her ankles were about two feet apart. She was propped up on an angled wooden slab from the waist up and her arms brought up over her head and tied behind her. They began to loop the homemade rope through small metal rings located on both sides of her. When they were through, she was tied criss-cross like you would do shoe laces, from the waist up and each leg was done the same way.
While she was pondering her fate, she heard a voice from behind. Not just any voice, but someone talking English, with a soft British accent. "Well done, well done my friends!" the voice said, "you've done well, very well indeed."
"I hope my friends haven't been too hard on you my dear," said the old fellow as he came around in front allowing Brenda to finally see him. A look of shock came over her as she looked at him.
"My God, your the old man from the bookstore!" she cried.
"Yes, yes", said the old man gleefully, "I'm quite flattered that you remember me."
"Please…what are you going to do to me? Why have you brought me here? Please untie me…let me go!" she cried.
"Relax my dear, we are not going to hurt you, you'll be back home before you know it," he replied.
The old man walked over to a large chair located about ten feet in front of Brenda. "Come my little friends, gather round me while I explain why I had you fetch this pretty young lady," he said. The Galens all gathered and sat around the old man's chair, and in front of Brenda, then spoke to them like they were a group of children at a story telling time. "My friends," he started, "during the past few months, you have performed your duties to me very well, very well indeed! Because of this, I have been trying to think of a suitable reward to give you all. A few days ago, when this pretty young lady entered my store, I just knew she would do as my special gift to you. In the past, you have brought many a guest into my dungeon for my pleasures. This time, to show my appreciation, this lady is for you to enjoy."
Brenda couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked at this group that she was just given to in mild panic. "What are they going to do to me? Please let me go!" she cried out to the old man, while she tried, unsuccessfully, to pull free her bonds.
"There, there my dear, calm down, they aren't going to hurt you!" said Galenor. "The Galens are a very curious sort of group. They have never had the opportunity to examine a live human being for any great amount of time before. I'm sure the worst you can expect is that they may get a little too playful with you."
With that said, Galenor turned to a Galen that had approached him and began to speak in that jumbled mumbling that they call a language, then replied to it. "Yes, yes of course, my friend, you may do your offering first. I understand fully!"
The word "offering" scared the hell out of Brenda. "What do you mean by offering?" she asked.
"Fear not my dear," said Galenor, "even the Galens have a supreme being that they worship. They simply wish to put the symbol of their faith on you. This indicates that they are sharing their good fortune with Him as well. You may begin when you wish my friends!"
With that, he turned and sat down in his chair while one of the Galens walked up between the space in Brenda's legs to her torso, while the others gathered all around her. The one in between her legs was holding two cups in his hand. One looked like it had yellow paint, while the other looked like it had red paint. Each can had a brush. He held the two cans in the air and mumbled something then proceeded to take the red brush and paint a hex shaped pattern on her stomach between her ribcage to just below her navel.
Brenda started to shake from the movement of the brush. "Damn, that stuff is cold! And worst than that, it tickles! I hate that!" she said to herself. As the symbol was being painted, the Galens were noticing that she was starting to shake, and couldn't understand what was going on. He continued, alternating between red and yellow paints when Brenda just couldn't keep quiet any more. "STOOOOOP IT! HAHAHAhahahahaaaaaaah it tickles…Please STOP!" They all looked at her with a puzzled look and mumbled among themselves. While they stared, Brenda caught her breath, but not for long. When she stopped laughing, he finished painting the hexagonal symbol, and the laughing started all over again. It took ten minutes.
Brenda started laughing while at the same time begging for the tickling to stop. All together, the symbol took up about a square foot area of her belly. And the entire area within the hexagon was filled with red and yellow paint.
This laughing really fascinated the Galens. The one doing the painting turned and mumbled something to Galenor. "No, no my little friend, you're not hurting her! You have just discovered a fascinating effect called 'tickling'. It seems that our little guest is quite the ticklish lass… What's that? … Yes, yes of course, if you wish to explore tickling with our guest, you may pursue tickling to your heart's content. I brought her here for all of you to do with as you please."
If the brush painting had caused a mild panic before, this brought out the major panic for Brenda. She had always done her best to keep up her looks. In Brenda's case she didn't have to try real hard. She always had soft, smooth skin. And that skin was 'extremely ticklish'! All she could do was beg and plead with Galenor not to let them tickle her. But he just ignored her pleas, sat back and watched as his little servants began their torment.
They all knew that she was ticklish on the stomach, so they started there again, only this time there were a dozen pair of long rough hands being run over her sensitive skin from the area just below where her bra was, right down along her sides to the area at her crotch where the leg bends and meets the body. With this going on, she let loose. "Noooooohooohoohohohohoooo! I cahahahahant taahaaake thihihihis... PLEHEHEHEEEEESE…STOHOHOHOHOOOP!" In total, her body had about a half-inch to an inch of movement. The only parts of her she could move were her head and her two feet.
As they mercilessly ran their fingers over her, it seemed the more she laughed, the more excited the Galens would become. Then, as if it couldn't get worse, she was starting to get real sweaty from the laughing. One of the Galens leaned up to her underarms and gave her a lick with what had to be a six-inch long tongue. And it was rough and raspy.
The effects of the muscle relaxing dust was starting to wear off by now, so when the tongue hit her underarm she really gave the bonds a stretch test. She didn't do their hearing any good either. The sudden scream of laughter made the other Galens stop momentarily. When they saw the licking Brenda was taking, they started licking as well.
There was no more noise coming from Brenda. All she could do was shake and try to catch her breath. Occasionally, you could hear a faint plea coming between the shaking laughter, begging them to please stop the unbearable tickling.
Suddenly, Galenor spoke. "My friends…you may wish to give our ticklish lady a moment of rest. If she passes out on you, your enjoyment will cease." And stop they did, to the great relief of Brenda. Unfortunately for her, the relief was short and about to get worse, and she realized this as soon as Galenor spoke again. "My friends, I do feel that I should advise you that in your excitement, you are neglecting a very important part of the human ticklish anatomy. Namely, our young lady's feet."
Brenda's mind went into ballistic mode when she heard 'feet'. She took what was left of her strength and pleaded. "God no…please, please, I don't want my feet tickled! I can't take my feet being tickled…please don't tickle my feet…PLEASE!"
"Now, now my dear, it won't be much longer I can assure you," said Galenor as he spoke again to his little ticklers. "I can assure you that if our little guest's feet are as ticklish as the rest of her, you will be most pleased!"
As they started removing Brenda's shoes and socks she wondered how much more of this tickling she could endure before passing out. She had just endured a dozen Galens passionately tickling her everywhere, ribs, stomach, underarms, her knees and behind the knees as well. All at the same time, first with their fingers and then being tickle licked with those long raspy tongues. Now it was going to be her feet. How she dreaded the thought of those raspy tongues on her ticklish soles and toes.
The shoes and socks were off. Brenda's bare soles were now exposed and about to get tickled like never before. She curled and stiffened her toes as, if it would do any real good, the Galens all gathered round her feet. It started slowly and lightly. Tiny fingers feeling the skin surface, the odd cold nose touching and taking quick smells. The light touch was just as agonizing as the hard tickling. Then it happened, she felt the first tongue brush the top of her foot where the toes meet. "Dohohohohooont! …PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEESE! Anywhere AHAHAHAaaaaaaah…buhiht my feheeheeheeeeet!"
The Galens forgot about the rest of her body and all started tickling her feet. Brenda was in total agony now. The agony continued for another fifteen minutes. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOooooooo AHHHHHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA no mohohohohore pleeheeeheeeheeese stohohohooop!"
They continued this on all areas of her feet, tops and bottoms. She would just lay there and shake. The only time she would let out screams of laughter would be when the fingers and tongues went at her arches and the area where the toes meet the rest of the foot.
Then, to her advantage, she passed out. How long she was out we'll never know, but it was quite some time I can assure you. When she woke up, she laid there blinking her eyes a couple of times, then sat up quickly, realizing that things were different again. She was back in her room, still dressed in her tracksuit. Everything was back to normal. Everything, that is, except her appearance. She was soaked in sweat, her hair was all tangled and knotted, and she felt completely exhausted.
"GOD! It had to have been a dream! NO…a nightmare. And one that I hope never to have again. I must be overtired from all this traveling. What I need right now is a nice war shower then some rest.
As she got up for her much needed shower, she felt weak in the legs, and the soles of her feet tingled from what must have been her imagined tickling. She even stopped by her bedroom door and opened it slowly and peeked out…just in case. "Chill out girl," she said to herself, "it's OK, your home now."
She got to the bathroom, turned on the hot water and started to undress. She got as far as her sweatshirt and then let out a short scream and backed against the wall as she stared into the full length mirror in front of her. All she could look at was the big red and yellow hexagon painted on her stomach.
"Oh my God…it was all for real!"
Or was it?
I'll leave you folks out there figure it out!
THE END
Note: This story is not mine, but by the author NS Tickler. NE-way, enjoy!
