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Sigh, so I found this old story I wrote on my drive. I guess I never posted it, when I wrote it two or three years ago.
So I'm doing that now. Enjoy.
Thou Shalt Laugh - Chapter 1
The small town of Nundril was one far from the reach of any other town, set in the quiet countryside far from its reigning lord. Aside from the fact that travelers very rarely ventured through this town, there was nearly nothing odd about it. But, if any traveler were to spend a few nights there, he would notice a few oddities about it. For one, many of the younger women wore sandals of some sort, mainly those without backings, or very few straps to them. In fact, it was quite hard to secure any pair of footgear other than a sandal in the town, though not impossible. Little boys and girls did not play outside, either; and unlike other towns, the only laughter in the air was that of girls or women. After visiting this place, though there was nothing outwardly odd about it, one would have the feeling that something was going on behind the travelers back, and this would urge the person(s) to leave as swiftly as possible. Because of this feeling, many would not come back.
Indeed, though it wasn’t well known, there were a few differences in this small town. Though it was not law, it was assumed that women should show off their bodies; thus, many women would wear short sleeved shirts, or shirts without sleeves at all, short skirts, and sandals of some sort. They, of course, were not forced to dress in any way, but one would notice that the only people who didn’t, seemed also to be outcasts. The other major difference, on the other hand, was law. It was stated in the city charter, that "All women must laugh," to some extent, at least once a day. Though, this could not be the laughter from a joke, or a nervous laugh in a tight situation; this laugh had to be forcibly extracted in the form of tickling. It was not wholly enforced - a person would have to be watched nearly all day and night, if it were to be - but if it was suspected that any women, be she a girl of the age of 6 or 30, had not been tickled recently, she would be taken to the local authorities to have that problem fixed. It was said that, years ago, one official had proclaimed to one of these said women, "Thou shalt laugh" before he went to tickling her. Because of this, the saying "Thou shalt laugh" became a quote repeated before any major tickling upheld by the town’s government. The small town of Nundril was a quiet place, if you didn't pay mind to the laughter.
It was a nice spring day, though it seemed hot enough to be the middle of summer. The sky was a deep blue, with feathery clouds covering about a third of it. The sun was hidden behind such clouds, though the wind blew softly enough to uncover it from time to time. According to the sun, when it wasn’t hidden behind clouds at any rate, it was just after 3. Risa wanted it to be 5 already, so that she could go home already. It was such a hot day, after all, and she wanted nothing other than to lie around in bed all day, rather than be in school. But, then again, school had its perks; boys, and her friends too. It could be a lot worse, she decided. Of course, she only had another half year to put up with, and she would be done with it forever, so it wasn't that bad.
Another half year… and finally, these 7 long years of near endless schooling would be over, and she could move on with her life. After all, Risa was nearing her twenty first birthday, and her urges were driving her crazy. She longed to move away, to work, or to have a child… anything but this boring dole drum day in and day out. She was not suited for this sort of life.
Risa always dressed as she chose, regardless of the weather. This was, of course, the only explanation that could be given for it, most of the time. Today, she chose a long flowing dress, cut just short enough to show a hint of bosom, and not a fraction more. More than enough, she knew. Of course, the dress only fell to her ankles at its lowest, so that her feet were visible at all times; today, this gap revealed a pair of loose fitting, brown and lack luster sandals that struggled to stay on restless feet that desired the accursed things to be elsewhere. The dress was cut of some light blue cloth; a foreign material that she did not know the name of, nor cared to know of. It was enough that it complimented her slightly tanned complexion; an added bonus that her shoulder length brown hair did not detract from it. Though, it could have suited her golden brown eyes a little more favorably… it was enough as is.
This particular lesson was incredibly boring, and drew a yawn from Risa. She terribly wanted to be tickled, but unfortunately knew that it would disrupt the lesson, and therefore would not be tolerated. Lunch was always another matter; but then again, it wasn't lunchtime now, so it mattered little. Seeing as she was situated in the middle of the second closest row to the window, she wasn't exactly in the teacher’s constant view. It was possible to setup something... but the likely hood was low. Still... but it wasn’t worth trying. So instead of scheming on the inevitable, Risa crossed her right leg over her left, and began tormenting the young boys around her with her right foot. Dangling a shoe was an art in Nundril, and taught from mother to daughter. It was a very effective way to attract a guy, at any rate; and besides that, as Risa learned, a good way to become the target of some tickling. Shaking her foot back and forth slowly, she eventually got the end of the strap to her toes. Now that she had gotten into a good position, she shook her foot right to left, carefully balancing the sandal on her toes. This in turn caught the eyes of the boys to her left and behind her as well, as they watched in hopes of catching sight of her arch, and, if they were lucky, a bit of her sole as well. It was a calculated practice, and took some concentration to do right without looking down at her foot.
Then, purposefully, during one shake to the right, she went too far and let her sandal drop a few inches from her foot. And it was a good distance, too; nearly to the other side of her desk. This was what she wanted, though maybe a little farther if possible. Still good enough, for now she would have to bend over to reach it, which she did. But she did not move her right leg, so that she could balance herself better to pick up the lost shoe. She kept her leg crossed, though it would have been easier to move her leg, but of course, that was not her goal; by bending over without the leg being there for support, she had to bend a bit farther. With effort she moved her leg just so that her sole was now facing the ceiling, for the entire world to gaze at in awe. It wasn't a very good technique to actually see boys drooling, but knew her actions caused that affect. Still, she would have liked it better to see them drool. For she knew that any boy would have trouble looking away; her foot was that perfect. The heel of her size 6 foot rounded nicely, and then dipped away into her sole. The sole was naturally wrinkled, though not very much. Every few centimeters, the soft skin of her delicate sole did wrinkle, and stood out from the surrounding skin by a little. Her wrinkles were treasures to her, for each one was slightly more ticklish than the remainder of her foot, and though merely touching her foot would tickle to no end, prodding the wrinkle would cause her to laugh a good deal more. These wrinkles ran up the whole of her sole, and curved deeply into her arch; which she was proud of. The arch of her foot was high, so high that one could glimpse a good deal of her sole from a side angle, let alone a 45 angle. The wrinkles ran to the ball area of her foot, which jutted out right after her arch. Unlike the balls of the foot on other people, Risa's was just as soft and sensitive to tickling as was the rest of her foot; she took great care of her feet so that this could be achieved. The instep, on the other side of her flawless foot, was just as perfect as the rest of her feet; it curved softly from the side up to her pinky toe, and like her ball, was extremely soft and ticklish. Risa also treasured the side of her foot, for her arch was high enough that one could see that her side didn’t actually touch the ground. In fact, her footprints left only the heel, toes, and upper area of her foot; none of the middle would touch.
In the very middle of the side, arch, ball and instep, was a spot she secretly called her sweet center. It lay in the very middle of her lower ball and instep, and without a doubt was the most ticklish place on her entire foot, save for her toes. She figured that this was because there was simply no way to protect that part of her foot, even if she crunched her toes, or moved her foot away. It was the center, and was easy to get at. Besides, no amount of toe crunching could protect her there, if she wanted to; it was, again, the center of her foot, and therefore not affected terribly by that last means of protection. But, if anything, she noticed that by curling her toes towards the sole, it did make her more ticklish there. If ever the tickler did decide to torture her there for a short period of time, she always tried to keep her toes against the upper sole, so that it amplified the amazing effect her tickler already had.
But, of all her foot, she adored her toes the most. Yes, she loved her sweet center, treasured her arch and side step, and couldn't live without her wrinkles, but the toes were... ahh, words could never truly summarize what she felt for them. Unlike some ladies feet she knew, her toes were not flat to the ground like the rest of her foot; they curved down, and this made them very pleasurable to look at when doubled with the beauty of the rest of her foot bottom. That is to say, her big toe curved slightly, but for the most part was flat to the ground. The other four, though, had a large space between the point just below her toes, and the toe pads. Skin tightly wrapped the bones on her toes, leaving little excess, unlike the big toe. This gave them the curve that they possessed, and was very lovely indeed. Because of the curve that her toes had, if she did spread them out, which require the use of her fingers to do so, they appeared incredibly long in proportion to the rest of her foot. The long curve never really ended, actually, if one did examine her toes very closely. But the toe pads came down like her ball, only they didn't jut. The curve followed the toe pad on every side, and gave it a more rounded off look to each toe.
Of course, her toes very closely fit together. From the top of the foot, it appeared not like bits were added to the foot, but that it continued on, and someone had penciled in four distinct lines. Not that she couldn't separate them; far from it. When she did, it was surprising how far she could move each toe from the other; they all seemingly point in completely different directions, from one pole at the end of the earth to the other, though that was impossible.
Another thing she noted of her flawless, buttery soft feet, was that her second toe was the longest. This was another distinct feature, and caused her foot to curve up and then down in a very nice way. Her third toe was just as long as her big toe and she reveled in this fact as well. And each toe, one could see that the nail on each foot very nearly would touch the ground, even on her big toe. Oh, how she loved her toes. Risa could honestly go on all day about her love for them, but knew it to be pointless.
Although Risa hadn't knocked her shoe off very far, she was able to reach for and miss it a few times, so that her foot’s muscles could be seen for all of their glory. At one point, she spread her toes out, as if the struggling caused her to do this without noticing. Though the only reason that she did it was to show that even between her toes, the skin of her foot was flawless. Eventually, though, she had to pick up her shoe; if she did this for any longer, it would become obvious that she did it on purpose. After taking it in her hand, she sat up, but pulled her right leg so that it was adjacent to her left. This enabled her to leave her sole shown to anyone who would look a split second longer, before she slowly began covering it again with her accursed sandal. In the time it took her to put the thing back on, she did get a chance to notice that the boys around her were nearly drooling, and that her trick had worked like a charm.
A glance at the clock told her that 5 minutes had been consumed through out the whole charade, but a half hour still remained in this particular class, making it at least an hour before she could laugh to her fullest again. In boredom, Risa looked around the room without moving her head, checked some articles and other papers posted on the far right wall, examined some peeling paint, and glazed over a few of her classmates. A few seats to Risa's right sat Linda, a girl she had known for years. They weren't friends for good reason, if Linda even had friends. Apparently, Linda despised being tickled. She would always go out of her way to cover up every inch of her body as much as she could, and would wear long sleeves and pants well into the summer if she could. Usually she wore a pair of knee high, black leather boots when she could, but today, as Risa noticed, she wore at least something that showed her feet, if only a little. The nails of her toes escaped from underneath the black felt, which covered the rest of her foot right up to the heel. A platform rested at the bottom of all this that was about 2 or 3 inches thick, and gave Linda some extra height, though she didn't exactly need it.
Linda was tall, blonde, and gorgeous. Honestly, Risa was very jealous of her; partially for her a-typical beauty, consisting of blonde hair and blue eyes, but mostly for the attention that it attracted for her. Admittedly, though, she truly wished she was as ticklish as the poor girl. In all honesty, though, aside from a small pang of jealousy, Risa hardly cared for the girl and paid her no more than a passing thought.
Risa moved on, wondering how long she had left. Another glance at the clock said that she now only had 25 long minutes left of the class. At least time was moving forward, she thought.
For the past 5 minutes Risa had kept her feet planted down in her flip flops, not moving them at all. But after she had glanced at the clock, she began to grow uncomfortable in the way she was seated. So, she withdrew her right foot from her sandal, and moved her leg so that she was sitting on top of it, her foot on its side, and her ankle just out from under herself. She realized the boys would stare at her bare sole again, which was why she had removed it from the sandal in the first place, though the whole act was out of being uncomfortable. Another 5 minutes of lecturing passed, and then Risa felt something touch her arch, and very slowly and very lightly move its way along her foot. It tickled greatly, even though it was an extremely light and scratchy type of tickle. RIsa spread her arms so that they were on the edge of her desk, put her head down a little so that the teacher couldn’t see her face, and giggled a little. She hoped that no one had noticed, but it was fairly loud, and the teacher had stopped his lecture to look at Risa, and then he spoke, outraged at being interrupted. "Do you find this amusing, Miss?" he asked her.
"No-hehehe-no, not at hehe, not at all." she tried to answer, though she knew it would not be taken seriously.
"I assure you, there is nothing funny about-" he began, but Risa cut him off before he could finish.
"No, just a joke I had heard earlier. I thought of it just now; it’s a very funny one, you hehe, you see."
"I'm sure that it is. But, can we please focus on the matter at hand?" he stated, more than he asked. Risa only nodded a yes towards him, barely able to all out laugh as whatever was tickling her crossed her sweet center. While looking down at her desk, she managed to peek behind herself, through her hair, and noticed that the boy behind her had his arm hanging over the end of his desk. Quickly she realized that it was his pen that was lightly scritching around her foot; no wonder it tickled so much. Although she enjoyed the tickling, it was not a good time or place for it to occur, so she looked back at him with pleading eyes. The boy only smirked, and shook his head no; in reply to her plead, he pushed his pen a bit harder against her foot flesh, and quickly moved it back and forth a few times, before returning back to the slow, agonizing pace that he had used before. It took every bit of concentration Risa had not to break out laughing right there, but she could not help closing her eyes and smiling very widely at her desktop.
Of course she could withdraw her foot, but she did really enjoy it, so she let it continue. But this did have the effect of causing time to move at a slower pace, as each tiny movement of the pen was felt for what seemed like a few seconds. It was at the point that when Risa had thought a full 10 minutes had passed, she noted only a minute had. She didn't have long to reason to that, though; the pen had gone the whole way up from her heel to her large toe, all the while gliding along her sole, and circled her big toe a few times. It took a lot of effort not to laugh, not to giggle, but Risa managed. Then, amongst the teacher's lectures, she heard a key phrase; "Class, I have to go out of the room for a few minutes. Please, try to behave... at least, don't break anything." was all he got out before he had left the room. The pens tormenting movements lasted a few more seconds, but then they stopped. For the first time in a few minutes, Risa took a deep breath, only to have it blown right back out in a full laugh; he had begun using his fingers, knowing that it was safe to do so. And even though it was now safe to laugh, she would not have been able to stop herself.
The technique he now used was something Risa referred to as spidering. A fairly common and easy thing to do, and indeed, it did feel as if a large spider danced about madly on her sole; thinking of this caused her to laugh slightly harder. What the boy was doing was moving his hand up and down quickly, from toes to heels, and at the same time vibrating and flailing his fingers about. It was a light form of tickling, she knew, but she also knew that her soles were soft enough to make it very unbearable. Risa's laugh wasn't very much above a giggle, but to her it seemed to echo around the otherwise silent room. She was slightly aware of some pain in her stomach from giggling and laughing for a while, but other than that her entire mind was focused on her sole, and the maddening touches aimed towards it. Before long she had taken hold of the sides of her desk, and rested her head on top, unable to hold it any longer, and continued laughing lightly.
"I must say, you have terribly soft feet. By far the most ticklish I've ever had the pleasure to deal with," he complimented, or at least, Risa took it as such. She highly doubted all girls would take it as one.
Another long minute passed, and the boy taunted her once more, "So I see you are really enjoying yourself... ahh, but you really are missing out; I have, after all, left your toes alone for far too long now. It would be a terrible sin not to tease those cute toes of yours a little." At this time, Risa noticed that he had in fact left her toes alone, save for a circle or two from his pen, which she could still feel from before. Sure enough, he held true to his words, and stopped tickling her the way he had been. After spidering down to her heel, he slowly drew his nails up to the base of her toes, which he lightly scratched for a second or two. The slight rake had reduced her back to giggles for the few seconds that it occurred, but the scratching caused her to scream out loud, and laugh madly. Then he moved on to her toes.
Even though he only used his four fingers, Risa was now in hysterics. What he did was he basically just ran his fingers back and forth along her pinky to second toe, slightly scritching the length of each toe, and scratching at the pad. Despite deeply enjoying this, she was unable to keep her foot completely still like she had before; her toes spasmed slightly beyond her control, and spread, in an attempt to avoid being tortured. It was no good, though; they couldn't escape their fate. By now she was unable to keep her eyes open, and was forced to close them shut very tightly. Her laugh was loud, and she shrieked every once and a while in ticklish agony. But of course, seeing as this was a class, even with out a teacher, the boy stopped shortly. Risa breathed deeply, a little unhappy that it had to end so quickly; she had enjoyed it, after all. Then she felt something pinch her big toe, assumedly his fore finger and thumb. Of course she knew that he now intended to tickle her big toe a little, and again realized that it had been left out. Now she was going to be forced to feel the full force of his tickling; and as he began, she realized it wasn't going to be the soft scratches as it had been before; being unable to move magnified this to seemingly no end. With the fore and middle fingers of his other hand, he now pushed his short nail deeply into her skin, and doing this, raked every centimeter of her big toe.
Now the tickling was real, and she could no longer just laugh like she had before. Nearly as soon as it began, she screamed "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehe!!" at the top of her lungs, which soon turned into loud laughter. He scratched just under her toe nail, and covered every centimeter to the very base of her toe. With each tiny movement, she laughed louder than the last. But then he stopped, just as soon as he had begun, and released her toe. Of course, he couldn't do this for very long, or else he would get caught for sure. This time, though, he was done with her. It had lasted only about 7 minutes, but it seemed like an hour to Risa. Although the tickling was now done, she still vaguely felt his fingers touching her soft sole, as if her foot was being very lightly stroked still. She continued to giggle for another full minute before she had the chance to begin to catch her breath. A few tears had come down from her eyes and wet her cheek, but not many. After she had caught her breath, a boy behind her, though not the tickler, spoke in awe "...Wow... all that just from one toe..." Indeed, she was very ticklish; probably the most ticklish girl they had ever seen.
Now though, she knew she had to sit up and prepare herself so that when the teacher came in, he would suspect nothing. Before moving her foot back to the floor where her sandal resided, she curled her toes once or twice to show off her feet just once more. As she moved her foot back to her shoe, she turned slightly and smiled at the boy behind her, showing that she had enjoyed it. He smiled back, and said "I hope to have the pleasure again sometime soon." Risa was still breathing somewhat heavier than normal, so she didn't say anything, only nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she realized that even if she prepared herself for the teacher, he would still be mad at them.
Apparently, Linda had begun to stretch her arms over her head, and seeing Risa's tickling in progress, someone had thought it a good idea to give her armpits a good tickle. Now, though, she had her arms pinned to her sides and was shaking about madly, trying to loose the boys hands from her sides with little success. The boy could not have been doing very much, what with his hands being near immobile, but it seemed that Linda was going insane anyway. Despite the reactions they were getting over so light of tickling, a small group of boys forming a semi circle around Linda decided it wasn't enough. So one of them walked behind Linda, gripped her wrists tightly, and pulled them well above her head. She screamed loudly, knowing what would come next. But she wasn't restrained very well, since only her arms were held, and she managed to struggle around enough so that it was near impossible to tickle her at all. With only her torso and legs to work with, she managed to hit people around her with the desk she was situated in, and kick at others, especially the one that had been tickling her underarms. It was a mess, and the guy who held her arms barely kept them restrained, almost losing his grip on her several times.
But no one was about to give up. Two of the guys had managed to stay out of her reach, and were discussing what Risa assumed were plans on how to restrain her better. They must have decided on one, because they nodded and began to venture towards the flailing girl. The first moved at a sprint, so as to avoid taking any hits, and quickly wrapped his arms around the poor girl’s knees, so she lost the ability to flail them about. The second boy walked up and carefully grabbed her ankles, and wrapped his arm around them in a similar manner to the guy before him. One of them said something to the guy who had grabbed Linda's arms, but she was screaming loudly, so the words didn't make it to Risa's ear. But she knew what he had said when they lifted the girl out of her seat, and set her on the floor. The one who had held her arms now held her wrists against the floor, and the guy at the ankles did the same. Struggle as she might, Linda could not break free, even with the ability to move her knees again. Now Linda was in trouble; what, with her original tickler looking ready to pounce, and the fellow who had held her knees ready to... well, Risa thought, it would certainly be a hilarious outcome. She almost laughed at the joke she had made.
The second guy, the one who had held Linda's knees together so she couldn’t struggle, cracked his knuckles, and then wiggled his fingers in the direction of Linda's stomach. She screamed louder than she had been when he had done this. For the first time, Linda stopped screaming at the top of her lungs, and instead yelled something that was actually understandable. "Please, don't!...Ahhh-hahahahaha!" was all she had time to get out, though, before the boys began their assault. The second had started off by squeezing Linda's middle, and moving his hands across her ribcage and stomach. What followed was a mixture of screaming and loud laughter, as Linda was driven into hysterics. For about a minute, the original tickler watched Linda through her current torment, and studied her new ticklers maneuvers. He seemed to like them a very good deal, as they were working better than what he had been doing. After a minute, he decided it was a good time to start; he rested his hands on her underarms and began to move them about. If Linda's laughing became any more desperate, Risa couldn't tell; perhaps she was too far away. A couple of times, Linda did stop screaming, and tried to say something amongst her laughter. Risa assumed it to be begging, seeing as she was on the other side of the room, and couldn't hear any of the conversations over where Linda was very well. Several times while watching the tickling ensue, Risa did wish deeply that it was her over there, and not Linda. She considered tricking people around her into tickling her again, but she noticed that they had all their attention focused on Linda, so that was out of the question. Either way, when the teacher walked in only 3 or so minutes after the tickling had begun, Risa was glad that she wasn't the one being tickled.
The teacher looked about angrily, seeing the classroom he had left now a total mess. He stared, appalled at the desks out of line; at the half of the class out of its seats, and at the girl on the floor being mercilessly tickled. He looked straight at the ticklers, how had now stopped tormenting Linda and acted completely innocent; everyone had gone deathly quiet, even Linda. After a few seconds, he spoke to the boys who held and had been tickling Linda, "What on earth are you doing?" he asked. No one spoke, afraid that they would be in more trouble for doing so. The teacher closed his eyes and shook his head, and then spoke again, "You didn't even take off her shoes...." About then, Linda must have realized that any hope of being saved was now lost.
Almost as soon as the words left the teachers mouth, the only protection Linda's feet had had left them. She begged them not to remove her shoes, then begged them not to tickler her feet, to tickle her anywhere else, just NOT her feet. Of course they didn’t listen. The two ticklers each took a foot, and were ready to begin when the bell rang for the schools dismissal. The ticklers seemed torn between continuing to torture Linda, or to go home. Their decision was made for them when the two others who had held her down let go, grabbed their belongings, and left. Linda all but leapt for her shoes and slipped her feet back into them as quickly as she could, then took her things and left. It took Risa a minute or two to pack her own belongings, and by the time she had finished the room was empty. Or, she thought it was empty; the boy behind her, the one that had tickled her, rested his hand on her shoulder and spoke, "And where do you think you are going?" Risa wasn’t sure if she should feel excited or afraid. "It is sometime soon, after all," he said.
So I'm doing that now. Enjoy.
Thou Shalt Laugh - Chapter 1
The small town of Nundril was one far from the reach of any other town, set in the quiet countryside far from its reigning lord. Aside from the fact that travelers very rarely ventured through this town, there was nearly nothing odd about it. But, if any traveler were to spend a few nights there, he would notice a few oddities about it. For one, many of the younger women wore sandals of some sort, mainly those without backings, or very few straps to them. In fact, it was quite hard to secure any pair of footgear other than a sandal in the town, though not impossible. Little boys and girls did not play outside, either; and unlike other towns, the only laughter in the air was that of girls or women. After visiting this place, though there was nothing outwardly odd about it, one would have the feeling that something was going on behind the travelers back, and this would urge the person(s) to leave as swiftly as possible. Because of this feeling, many would not come back.
Indeed, though it wasn’t well known, there were a few differences in this small town. Though it was not law, it was assumed that women should show off their bodies; thus, many women would wear short sleeved shirts, or shirts without sleeves at all, short skirts, and sandals of some sort. They, of course, were not forced to dress in any way, but one would notice that the only people who didn’t, seemed also to be outcasts. The other major difference, on the other hand, was law. It was stated in the city charter, that "All women must laugh," to some extent, at least once a day. Though, this could not be the laughter from a joke, or a nervous laugh in a tight situation; this laugh had to be forcibly extracted in the form of tickling. It was not wholly enforced - a person would have to be watched nearly all day and night, if it were to be - but if it was suspected that any women, be she a girl of the age of 6 or 30, had not been tickled recently, she would be taken to the local authorities to have that problem fixed. It was said that, years ago, one official had proclaimed to one of these said women, "Thou shalt laugh" before he went to tickling her. Because of this, the saying "Thou shalt laugh" became a quote repeated before any major tickling upheld by the town’s government. The small town of Nundril was a quiet place, if you didn't pay mind to the laughter.
It was a nice spring day, though it seemed hot enough to be the middle of summer. The sky was a deep blue, with feathery clouds covering about a third of it. The sun was hidden behind such clouds, though the wind blew softly enough to uncover it from time to time. According to the sun, when it wasn’t hidden behind clouds at any rate, it was just after 3. Risa wanted it to be 5 already, so that she could go home already. It was such a hot day, after all, and she wanted nothing other than to lie around in bed all day, rather than be in school. But, then again, school had its perks; boys, and her friends too. It could be a lot worse, she decided. Of course, she only had another half year to put up with, and she would be done with it forever, so it wasn't that bad.
Another half year… and finally, these 7 long years of near endless schooling would be over, and she could move on with her life. After all, Risa was nearing her twenty first birthday, and her urges were driving her crazy. She longed to move away, to work, or to have a child… anything but this boring dole drum day in and day out. She was not suited for this sort of life.
Risa always dressed as she chose, regardless of the weather. This was, of course, the only explanation that could be given for it, most of the time. Today, she chose a long flowing dress, cut just short enough to show a hint of bosom, and not a fraction more. More than enough, she knew. Of course, the dress only fell to her ankles at its lowest, so that her feet were visible at all times; today, this gap revealed a pair of loose fitting, brown and lack luster sandals that struggled to stay on restless feet that desired the accursed things to be elsewhere. The dress was cut of some light blue cloth; a foreign material that she did not know the name of, nor cared to know of. It was enough that it complimented her slightly tanned complexion; an added bonus that her shoulder length brown hair did not detract from it. Though, it could have suited her golden brown eyes a little more favorably… it was enough as is.
This particular lesson was incredibly boring, and drew a yawn from Risa. She terribly wanted to be tickled, but unfortunately knew that it would disrupt the lesson, and therefore would not be tolerated. Lunch was always another matter; but then again, it wasn't lunchtime now, so it mattered little. Seeing as she was situated in the middle of the second closest row to the window, she wasn't exactly in the teacher’s constant view. It was possible to setup something... but the likely hood was low. Still... but it wasn’t worth trying. So instead of scheming on the inevitable, Risa crossed her right leg over her left, and began tormenting the young boys around her with her right foot. Dangling a shoe was an art in Nundril, and taught from mother to daughter. It was a very effective way to attract a guy, at any rate; and besides that, as Risa learned, a good way to become the target of some tickling. Shaking her foot back and forth slowly, she eventually got the end of the strap to her toes. Now that she had gotten into a good position, she shook her foot right to left, carefully balancing the sandal on her toes. This in turn caught the eyes of the boys to her left and behind her as well, as they watched in hopes of catching sight of her arch, and, if they were lucky, a bit of her sole as well. It was a calculated practice, and took some concentration to do right without looking down at her foot.
Then, purposefully, during one shake to the right, she went too far and let her sandal drop a few inches from her foot. And it was a good distance, too; nearly to the other side of her desk. This was what she wanted, though maybe a little farther if possible. Still good enough, for now she would have to bend over to reach it, which she did. But she did not move her right leg, so that she could balance herself better to pick up the lost shoe. She kept her leg crossed, though it would have been easier to move her leg, but of course, that was not her goal; by bending over without the leg being there for support, she had to bend a bit farther. With effort she moved her leg just so that her sole was now facing the ceiling, for the entire world to gaze at in awe. It wasn't a very good technique to actually see boys drooling, but knew her actions caused that affect. Still, she would have liked it better to see them drool. For she knew that any boy would have trouble looking away; her foot was that perfect. The heel of her size 6 foot rounded nicely, and then dipped away into her sole. The sole was naturally wrinkled, though not very much. Every few centimeters, the soft skin of her delicate sole did wrinkle, and stood out from the surrounding skin by a little. Her wrinkles were treasures to her, for each one was slightly more ticklish than the remainder of her foot, and though merely touching her foot would tickle to no end, prodding the wrinkle would cause her to laugh a good deal more. These wrinkles ran up the whole of her sole, and curved deeply into her arch; which she was proud of. The arch of her foot was high, so high that one could glimpse a good deal of her sole from a side angle, let alone a 45 angle. The wrinkles ran to the ball area of her foot, which jutted out right after her arch. Unlike the balls of the foot on other people, Risa's was just as soft and sensitive to tickling as was the rest of her foot; she took great care of her feet so that this could be achieved. The instep, on the other side of her flawless foot, was just as perfect as the rest of her feet; it curved softly from the side up to her pinky toe, and like her ball, was extremely soft and ticklish. Risa also treasured the side of her foot, for her arch was high enough that one could see that her side didn’t actually touch the ground. In fact, her footprints left only the heel, toes, and upper area of her foot; none of the middle would touch.
In the very middle of the side, arch, ball and instep, was a spot she secretly called her sweet center. It lay in the very middle of her lower ball and instep, and without a doubt was the most ticklish place on her entire foot, save for her toes. She figured that this was because there was simply no way to protect that part of her foot, even if she crunched her toes, or moved her foot away. It was the center, and was easy to get at. Besides, no amount of toe crunching could protect her there, if she wanted to; it was, again, the center of her foot, and therefore not affected terribly by that last means of protection. But, if anything, she noticed that by curling her toes towards the sole, it did make her more ticklish there. If ever the tickler did decide to torture her there for a short period of time, she always tried to keep her toes against the upper sole, so that it amplified the amazing effect her tickler already had.
But, of all her foot, she adored her toes the most. Yes, she loved her sweet center, treasured her arch and side step, and couldn't live without her wrinkles, but the toes were... ahh, words could never truly summarize what she felt for them. Unlike some ladies feet she knew, her toes were not flat to the ground like the rest of her foot; they curved down, and this made them very pleasurable to look at when doubled with the beauty of the rest of her foot bottom. That is to say, her big toe curved slightly, but for the most part was flat to the ground. The other four, though, had a large space between the point just below her toes, and the toe pads. Skin tightly wrapped the bones on her toes, leaving little excess, unlike the big toe. This gave them the curve that they possessed, and was very lovely indeed. Because of the curve that her toes had, if she did spread them out, which require the use of her fingers to do so, they appeared incredibly long in proportion to the rest of her foot. The long curve never really ended, actually, if one did examine her toes very closely. But the toe pads came down like her ball, only they didn't jut. The curve followed the toe pad on every side, and gave it a more rounded off look to each toe.
Of course, her toes very closely fit together. From the top of the foot, it appeared not like bits were added to the foot, but that it continued on, and someone had penciled in four distinct lines. Not that she couldn't separate them; far from it. When she did, it was surprising how far she could move each toe from the other; they all seemingly point in completely different directions, from one pole at the end of the earth to the other, though that was impossible.
Another thing she noted of her flawless, buttery soft feet, was that her second toe was the longest. This was another distinct feature, and caused her foot to curve up and then down in a very nice way. Her third toe was just as long as her big toe and she reveled in this fact as well. And each toe, one could see that the nail on each foot very nearly would touch the ground, even on her big toe. Oh, how she loved her toes. Risa could honestly go on all day about her love for them, but knew it to be pointless.
Although Risa hadn't knocked her shoe off very far, she was able to reach for and miss it a few times, so that her foot’s muscles could be seen for all of their glory. At one point, she spread her toes out, as if the struggling caused her to do this without noticing. Though the only reason that she did it was to show that even between her toes, the skin of her foot was flawless. Eventually, though, she had to pick up her shoe; if she did this for any longer, it would become obvious that she did it on purpose. After taking it in her hand, she sat up, but pulled her right leg so that it was adjacent to her left. This enabled her to leave her sole shown to anyone who would look a split second longer, before she slowly began covering it again with her accursed sandal. In the time it took her to put the thing back on, she did get a chance to notice that the boys around her were nearly drooling, and that her trick had worked like a charm.
A glance at the clock told her that 5 minutes had been consumed through out the whole charade, but a half hour still remained in this particular class, making it at least an hour before she could laugh to her fullest again. In boredom, Risa looked around the room without moving her head, checked some articles and other papers posted on the far right wall, examined some peeling paint, and glazed over a few of her classmates. A few seats to Risa's right sat Linda, a girl she had known for years. They weren't friends for good reason, if Linda even had friends. Apparently, Linda despised being tickled. She would always go out of her way to cover up every inch of her body as much as she could, and would wear long sleeves and pants well into the summer if she could. Usually she wore a pair of knee high, black leather boots when she could, but today, as Risa noticed, she wore at least something that showed her feet, if only a little. The nails of her toes escaped from underneath the black felt, which covered the rest of her foot right up to the heel. A platform rested at the bottom of all this that was about 2 or 3 inches thick, and gave Linda some extra height, though she didn't exactly need it.
Linda was tall, blonde, and gorgeous. Honestly, Risa was very jealous of her; partially for her a-typical beauty, consisting of blonde hair and blue eyes, but mostly for the attention that it attracted for her. Admittedly, though, she truly wished she was as ticklish as the poor girl. In all honesty, though, aside from a small pang of jealousy, Risa hardly cared for the girl and paid her no more than a passing thought.
Risa moved on, wondering how long she had left. Another glance at the clock said that she now only had 25 long minutes left of the class. At least time was moving forward, she thought.
For the past 5 minutes Risa had kept her feet planted down in her flip flops, not moving them at all. But after she had glanced at the clock, she began to grow uncomfortable in the way she was seated. So, she withdrew her right foot from her sandal, and moved her leg so that she was sitting on top of it, her foot on its side, and her ankle just out from under herself. She realized the boys would stare at her bare sole again, which was why she had removed it from the sandal in the first place, though the whole act was out of being uncomfortable. Another 5 minutes of lecturing passed, and then Risa felt something touch her arch, and very slowly and very lightly move its way along her foot. It tickled greatly, even though it was an extremely light and scratchy type of tickle. RIsa spread her arms so that they were on the edge of her desk, put her head down a little so that the teacher couldn’t see her face, and giggled a little. She hoped that no one had noticed, but it was fairly loud, and the teacher had stopped his lecture to look at Risa, and then he spoke, outraged at being interrupted. "Do you find this amusing, Miss?" he asked her.
"No-hehehe-no, not at hehe, not at all." she tried to answer, though she knew it would not be taken seriously.
"I assure you, there is nothing funny about-" he began, but Risa cut him off before he could finish.
"No, just a joke I had heard earlier. I thought of it just now; it’s a very funny one, you hehe, you see."
"I'm sure that it is. But, can we please focus on the matter at hand?" he stated, more than he asked. Risa only nodded a yes towards him, barely able to all out laugh as whatever was tickling her crossed her sweet center. While looking down at her desk, she managed to peek behind herself, through her hair, and noticed that the boy behind her had his arm hanging over the end of his desk. Quickly she realized that it was his pen that was lightly scritching around her foot; no wonder it tickled so much. Although she enjoyed the tickling, it was not a good time or place for it to occur, so she looked back at him with pleading eyes. The boy only smirked, and shook his head no; in reply to her plead, he pushed his pen a bit harder against her foot flesh, and quickly moved it back and forth a few times, before returning back to the slow, agonizing pace that he had used before. It took every bit of concentration Risa had not to break out laughing right there, but she could not help closing her eyes and smiling very widely at her desktop.
Of course she could withdraw her foot, but she did really enjoy it, so she let it continue. But this did have the effect of causing time to move at a slower pace, as each tiny movement of the pen was felt for what seemed like a few seconds. It was at the point that when Risa had thought a full 10 minutes had passed, she noted only a minute had. She didn't have long to reason to that, though; the pen had gone the whole way up from her heel to her large toe, all the while gliding along her sole, and circled her big toe a few times. It took a lot of effort not to laugh, not to giggle, but Risa managed. Then, amongst the teacher's lectures, she heard a key phrase; "Class, I have to go out of the room for a few minutes. Please, try to behave... at least, don't break anything." was all he got out before he had left the room. The pens tormenting movements lasted a few more seconds, but then they stopped. For the first time in a few minutes, Risa took a deep breath, only to have it blown right back out in a full laugh; he had begun using his fingers, knowing that it was safe to do so. And even though it was now safe to laugh, she would not have been able to stop herself.
The technique he now used was something Risa referred to as spidering. A fairly common and easy thing to do, and indeed, it did feel as if a large spider danced about madly on her sole; thinking of this caused her to laugh slightly harder. What the boy was doing was moving his hand up and down quickly, from toes to heels, and at the same time vibrating and flailing his fingers about. It was a light form of tickling, she knew, but she also knew that her soles were soft enough to make it very unbearable. Risa's laugh wasn't very much above a giggle, but to her it seemed to echo around the otherwise silent room. She was slightly aware of some pain in her stomach from giggling and laughing for a while, but other than that her entire mind was focused on her sole, and the maddening touches aimed towards it. Before long she had taken hold of the sides of her desk, and rested her head on top, unable to hold it any longer, and continued laughing lightly.
"I must say, you have terribly soft feet. By far the most ticklish I've ever had the pleasure to deal with," he complimented, or at least, Risa took it as such. She highly doubted all girls would take it as one.
Another long minute passed, and the boy taunted her once more, "So I see you are really enjoying yourself... ahh, but you really are missing out; I have, after all, left your toes alone for far too long now. It would be a terrible sin not to tease those cute toes of yours a little." At this time, Risa noticed that he had in fact left her toes alone, save for a circle or two from his pen, which she could still feel from before. Sure enough, he held true to his words, and stopped tickling her the way he had been. After spidering down to her heel, he slowly drew his nails up to the base of her toes, which he lightly scratched for a second or two. The slight rake had reduced her back to giggles for the few seconds that it occurred, but the scratching caused her to scream out loud, and laugh madly. Then he moved on to her toes.
Even though he only used his four fingers, Risa was now in hysterics. What he did was he basically just ran his fingers back and forth along her pinky to second toe, slightly scritching the length of each toe, and scratching at the pad. Despite deeply enjoying this, she was unable to keep her foot completely still like she had before; her toes spasmed slightly beyond her control, and spread, in an attempt to avoid being tortured. It was no good, though; they couldn't escape their fate. By now she was unable to keep her eyes open, and was forced to close them shut very tightly. Her laugh was loud, and she shrieked every once and a while in ticklish agony. But of course, seeing as this was a class, even with out a teacher, the boy stopped shortly. Risa breathed deeply, a little unhappy that it had to end so quickly; she had enjoyed it, after all. Then she felt something pinch her big toe, assumedly his fore finger and thumb. Of course she knew that he now intended to tickle her big toe a little, and again realized that it had been left out. Now she was going to be forced to feel the full force of his tickling; and as he began, she realized it wasn't going to be the soft scratches as it had been before; being unable to move magnified this to seemingly no end. With the fore and middle fingers of his other hand, he now pushed his short nail deeply into her skin, and doing this, raked every centimeter of her big toe.
Now the tickling was real, and she could no longer just laugh like she had before. Nearly as soon as it began, she screamed "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeehehehehehehe!!" at the top of her lungs, which soon turned into loud laughter. He scratched just under her toe nail, and covered every centimeter to the very base of her toe. With each tiny movement, she laughed louder than the last. But then he stopped, just as soon as he had begun, and released her toe. Of course, he couldn't do this for very long, or else he would get caught for sure. This time, though, he was done with her. It had lasted only about 7 minutes, but it seemed like an hour to Risa. Although the tickling was now done, she still vaguely felt his fingers touching her soft sole, as if her foot was being very lightly stroked still. She continued to giggle for another full minute before she had the chance to begin to catch her breath. A few tears had come down from her eyes and wet her cheek, but not many. After she had caught her breath, a boy behind her, though not the tickler, spoke in awe "...Wow... all that just from one toe..." Indeed, she was very ticklish; probably the most ticklish girl they had ever seen.
Now though, she knew she had to sit up and prepare herself so that when the teacher came in, he would suspect nothing. Before moving her foot back to the floor where her sandal resided, she curled her toes once or twice to show off her feet just once more. As she moved her foot back to her shoe, she turned slightly and smiled at the boy behind her, showing that she had enjoyed it. He smiled back, and said "I hope to have the pleasure again sometime soon." Risa was still breathing somewhat heavier than normal, so she didn't say anything, only nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she realized that even if she prepared herself for the teacher, he would still be mad at them.
Apparently, Linda had begun to stretch her arms over her head, and seeing Risa's tickling in progress, someone had thought it a good idea to give her armpits a good tickle. Now, though, she had her arms pinned to her sides and was shaking about madly, trying to loose the boys hands from her sides with little success. The boy could not have been doing very much, what with his hands being near immobile, but it seemed that Linda was going insane anyway. Despite the reactions they were getting over so light of tickling, a small group of boys forming a semi circle around Linda decided it wasn't enough. So one of them walked behind Linda, gripped her wrists tightly, and pulled them well above her head. She screamed loudly, knowing what would come next. But she wasn't restrained very well, since only her arms were held, and she managed to struggle around enough so that it was near impossible to tickle her at all. With only her torso and legs to work with, she managed to hit people around her with the desk she was situated in, and kick at others, especially the one that had been tickling her underarms. It was a mess, and the guy who held her arms barely kept them restrained, almost losing his grip on her several times.
But no one was about to give up. Two of the guys had managed to stay out of her reach, and were discussing what Risa assumed were plans on how to restrain her better. They must have decided on one, because they nodded and began to venture towards the flailing girl. The first moved at a sprint, so as to avoid taking any hits, and quickly wrapped his arms around the poor girl’s knees, so she lost the ability to flail them about. The second boy walked up and carefully grabbed her ankles, and wrapped his arm around them in a similar manner to the guy before him. One of them said something to the guy who had grabbed Linda's arms, but she was screaming loudly, so the words didn't make it to Risa's ear. But she knew what he had said when they lifted the girl out of her seat, and set her on the floor. The one who had held her arms now held her wrists against the floor, and the guy at the ankles did the same. Struggle as she might, Linda could not break free, even with the ability to move her knees again. Now Linda was in trouble; what, with her original tickler looking ready to pounce, and the fellow who had held her knees ready to... well, Risa thought, it would certainly be a hilarious outcome. She almost laughed at the joke she had made.
The second guy, the one who had held Linda's knees together so she couldn’t struggle, cracked his knuckles, and then wiggled his fingers in the direction of Linda's stomach. She screamed louder than she had been when he had done this. For the first time, Linda stopped screaming at the top of her lungs, and instead yelled something that was actually understandable. "Please, don't!...Ahhh-hahahahaha!" was all she had time to get out, though, before the boys began their assault. The second had started off by squeezing Linda's middle, and moving his hands across her ribcage and stomach. What followed was a mixture of screaming and loud laughter, as Linda was driven into hysterics. For about a minute, the original tickler watched Linda through her current torment, and studied her new ticklers maneuvers. He seemed to like them a very good deal, as they were working better than what he had been doing. After a minute, he decided it was a good time to start; he rested his hands on her underarms and began to move them about. If Linda's laughing became any more desperate, Risa couldn't tell; perhaps she was too far away. A couple of times, Linda did stop screaming, and tried to say something amongst her laughter. Risa assumed it to be begging, seeing as she was on the other side of the room, and couldn't hear any of the conversations over where Linda was very well. Several times while watching the tickling ensue, Risa did wish deeply that it was her over there, and not Linda. She considered tricking people around her into tickling her again, but she noticed that they had all their attention focused on Linda, so that was out of the question. Either way, when the teacher walked in only 3 or so minutes after the tickling had begun, Risa was glad that she wasn't the one being tickled.
The teacher looked about angrily, seeing the classroom he had left now a total mess. He stared, appalled at the desks out of line; at the half of the class out of its seats, and at the girl on the floor being mercilessly tickled. He looked straight at the ticklers, how had now stopped tormenting Linda and acted completely innocent; everyone had gone deathly quiet, even Linda. After a few seconds, he spoke to the boys who held and had been tickling Linda, "What on earth are you doing?" he asked. No one spoke, afraid that they would be in more trouble for doing so. The teacher closed his eyes and shook his head, and then spoke again, "You didn't even take off her shoes...." About then, Linda must have realized that any hope of being saved was now lost.
Almost as soon as the words left the teachers mouth, the only protection Linda's feet had had left them. She begged them not to remove her shoes, then begged them not to tickler her feet, to tickle her anywhere else, just NOT her feet. Of course they didn’t listen. The two ticklers each took a foot, and were ready to begin when the bell rang for the schools dismissal. The ticklers seemed torn between continuing to torture Linda, or to go home. Their decision was made for them when the two others who had held her down let go, grabbed their belongings, and left. Linda all but leapt for her shoes and slipped her feet back into them as quickly as she could, then took her things and left. It took Risa a minute or two to pack her own belongings, and by the time she had finished the room was empty. Or, she thought it was empty; the boy behind her, the one that had tickled her, rested his hand on her shoulder and spoke, "And where do you think you are going?" Risa wasn’t sure if she should feel excited or afraid. "It is sometime soon, after all," he said.
