The following is a long narative that eventually leads up to a long and descriptive tickling scene.
(Warning: contains descriptions of extream tickle torture, bondage, sexual situations, and some violence)
*disclaimer* All the charactors in the following novel are over the age of 18. This novel should not be read by anyone under the age 18. The following is a work pure fiction and any similarities to real people or events is purely coincidence.
Estimated read time: 40 - 45 minutes
Ticklers in the hands of an angry god.
Part 2:
Pale strangers
Elieve opened her eyes only to discover she was surounded by strangers. She was laying on a small bed covered in a blanket. It was not very bright in the room but she could still see the people who had gathered around her bed. They had pale faces and wore heavy uncomfortable looking clothing. Their skin was very pale almost white and they spoke a strange language that she could not understand. Elieve had seen strangers before on the island but none that had ever looked like these people. Elieve was frightened and confused. She did not know who these people were or what they would do to her. She felt frightened and alone not knowing how she got here or even where here was. She tried to remember what had happened to her but she couldn't remember hardly anything. She could only remember bits and pieces of her life. She even had trouble remembering her own name.
She tried talking to the strangers but they could not understand her. She wanted to get up and run away but she felt weak and there were too many of them. Elieve tried to sit up when a few of the strangers' hands lightly touched her urging her not move. She felt apprehensive at being touched. There was some primal fear in her about being touched that she could not understand. Elieve did not resist them and she laid still on the bed. She closed her eyes hoping that this was just some type of bad dream and that she would wake up someplace else. She could hear them moving around the room. After a while she heard them leave as they walked out of the room. She heard footsteps coming from above her and voices too. She could also hear the sound of water coming from somewhere.
Elieve thought she was alone in the room when she felt someone's hand brush some of her hair away from her face. She opened her eyes and saw a young woman about her age kneeling at the side of her bed. She had very light skin and light brown hair. The young woman was smiling at her. Elieve smiled back and in someway she felt comforted. She was frightened of the others but her presence consoled her. She reminded her of a past friend. Elieve lifed up her hand and took the young girl's hand. She gave her hand a light squeeze and she squeezed back. Elieve felt at rest and closed her eyes.
The young woman's name was Emily. She had been taking care of Elieve for a few days now ever since she was found adrift at sea. The others thought she was as good as dead but Emily knew she would be alright if she was cared for. Emily was only one of a handfull of women onboard the ship that found Elieve. Emily was the daughter of a rich Euopean merchant. He owned the ship and named it the Quill. He had made his wealth in the spice trade and owned many ships but the Quill was his newest and largest. Emily had just turned 18 when her father sent for her to live with him in the colony he had established. Emily was raised in England at a finishing school for girls and she had not seen him in three years. Her father was very protective of her so he hired a guard named William to escort her on her voyage.
Voyages halfway around the world were long and dangerous in this age. The Quill was a large three masted sailing ship prefect for moving cargo over long distances. The Quill was heavy when fully loaded and moved slowly. It had been many months and their voyage was nearing it end when a great storm blew in. It lasted many days driving the ship off course. The ship had taken on water and it got into the food supply. The Quill would have to stop at the nearest island to take on freash supplies.
Arrival
On the early morning of March 21, 1734 the lookout spotted the silhouette of an island in the distance. The captain decided to sail to this island to pick up freash supplies. The ship reached the island by dawn. The island had a large lagoon that was deep enough even for the Quill to sail into. The island was not on any of captain's charts so he named the island Equinox Island.
Emily came up on deck to see for herself the newly discovered island. The island was covered in a lush jungle and the water surounding the island was light blue. Emily had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. The island looked to be a place of paradice. She was just admiring the view when she spotted something moving on the beach. Emily squinted her eyes and made out what had appeared to be a man. She watched him walk along the beach until he disapeared into the jungle. Emily continued looking at the beach were the man had been when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She quickly turned around and saw that it was only William. He was always nearby just the way her father wanted. He was a few years older then her and they had become friends during the voyage. Emily told him that she saw someone on the beach. William scanned the beach with his eyes but saw nothing. He continued to look at the beach when he noticed some movement in the jungle. He told her to look straight ahead into the edge of the jungle. She saw small huts and people moving in between the trees.
The captain was also scanning the island when he noticed something down the beach just at the waters edge. There was no mistaking it, it was an out-riger canoe. He made a note in his log that the island was populated by some unknown natives and then pointed it out to his lieutenant. They saw four men rush from the jungle down to the canoe. They pushed the canoe into the water and started paddling toward the Quill. The lieutenant said it seems the natives had spotted them as well. The captain said to his men that they should make friendly with natives if possible so they can trade with them for supplies and be on their way. The lieutenant warned that the natives might be dangerous. But the captain replied that there was nothing those natives could do, they were out numbered 20 to one.
Emily and William overheard the captain speaking and looked over at the natives in the canoe. William told Emily that he would protect her and not let them harm her as he put hand on his pistol. Emily stood behind him as the natives paddled closer to the ship. She could see that they had dark skin and dark hair and their appearance frightened her. He asked her if she would rather go below deck but she replied that she would rather stay up here with him.
Greetings
The canoe pulled up right along the ship. A rope ladder was thrown down the side of the ship to the canoe and each of the natives climbed up onto the ship. They appeared to have no fear at all of the westerners. The ship's crew backed away from the natives as they walked on the deck. One of them seemed to be a leader or chieftain of some sort. He wore beaded necklaces and caried a staff. None of them had any weapons on them so the captain stepped forward and tried to greet them as best he could.
The captain could speak many languages but he could not understand much of what these natives spoke. The chieftain confidently spoke something in his native language and gestured with arms in a friendly way. The captian repeated what he heard and gestured back at him in a similar way. The captain shook the chieftain's hand and he reciprocated. One of the natives was carring a sack. The chieftain opened the sack and pulled out some fruit. He handed the captain a pineappel and gave some his men various other fruits. The captain took a small mirror out of his pocket and gave it the chieftain. He had never seen anything like that before but knew what it was. The natives were a very inteligent people and chieftain could tell that this was a very special gift. The captian and the chieftain contiued to talk and gesture with each other until they reached an understanding. After a few hours they had managed get a system of communication down. The captain struck a deal with cheiftain to trade trinkets for supplies and chieftain invited them to a great feast as a sign of friendship.
Emily intently watched the whole thing. She was amazed at the captain's skill at handling the situation. She was no longer afraid of the natives when she saw how friendly they were. She was no loger hiding behind William either. She wanted to greet them herself and go to the island meet more of them.
Just as the natives were about to depart the chieftain noticed Emily slowly inching her way closer. She was the only woman on deck among all the men. He looked right at her and she froze. She thought that maybe greeting the natives was not such a good idea. He took a few steps closer to her and then gestured and spoke in friendly tones. He took off one of his beaded necklaces and held it out to her. William was standing right behind her ready to jump right in between her and the chieftain. Emily told William that she was alright and he steped back a little. Emily walked forward so he could put the necklace on her. The chieftain had a small feather attached to his wrist and it bushed up against her cheek and ear as he fitted the necklace over her head. The feather tickled her and she gigled. hehe The feather then brushed against her neck and collarbone and she let out some more gigles. hehehehe
The cheiftain finished putting the necklace on her and then walked back over to his companions. Emily put her hands up to her neck to stop the tickly fealings she felt on her neck and collarbone. She was smiling as she felt the necklace between her fingers and her skin. The cheiftain saw her and smiled back before climbing down to his canoe.
She rolled the beads of the necklace over her skin tring to bring back the tickly fealing. Then she knew it was the feather that made her giggle. She had always loved the fealing of soft lace on her skin but she had never felt a feather touch her like that. It felt like soft fur only it tickled her like lace. She had never felt anthing like it. The feeling seemed to send her to a different world. A world of endless gigling and laughter. She wanted to feel the caress of a feather on her soft skin again.
Emily went below deck back to her cabin and pulled out a trunk that was under her bed. She opened the truck and took out a small quill feather pen. She laid down on her bed and brought the feather up to her face. She lightly brushed it down her neck and over her collarbone. The ticklie feeling started to return and she brushed the feather over her collar bone and back up her neck. Then she ran the feather around and under her ear. She let out a quick giggle just as William entered the cabin. hehe
William asked her if she was alright and what she was doing in here. Emily replied that she was trying to make herself giggle. William told her that he had never heard of a grown woman doing such silly childish things. She sat up and asked him if he could help make her laugh. He told her that he did not know how to make her laugh. He had only seen her laugh a few times and he did not know about Emily's playful side. She handed him the feather and told him to just brush her neck lightly with it. He did not know how that would make her laugh but he would go along with it anyway.
He brushed the feather slowly over her neck from her ear to her shoulder. Emily let out a little gigle and told him to keep touching her skin with the feather. He brushed the feather around the back of her neck and up to her other ear. Emily closed her eyes as he slid the feather lightly over her face. She took in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. The feather passed over her chin and down her neck. William was starting to get arroused by Emily's giggling and erratic movements. He was standing over her and could see down her dress. He slid the feather around the neck line of her shirt teasing the upper part of her chest. He was about to slip the feather down her shirt and tease her breasts when he pulled away and dropped the feather on the floor.
Emily stopped giggling and asked him why he stopped. He knew what he was doing was wrong and did not want to take advantage of her innocence. He only replied that her father would not approve. Emily loved the way the feather felt on her skin and did not want him to stop. These ticklish feelings were new to her and she wanted to experience more. She picked up the feather and lightly brushed it around the base of her neck. It did not quite feel the same. So in her sweetest little voice she asked him to touch her some more with the feather. He tried to sidestep her request by telling her maybe he would tickle her again later.
He changed the subject and asked her if she would like to go ashore to the island with him. She told him that she would love to. Emily had been cooped up on the ship for too long and she wanted to get out and move around. She placed the feather on her bed and followed William out onto deck. They climbed down into a small boat and the crew rowed them ashore. When the boat reached the shore William jumped out and carried her to dry land so her would not get her long dress wet. His fingers tickled her side a little as he carried her. She tried not to laugh out of fear he might drop her. By the time he put her down she had a very wide smile on her face.
The Island of Tickles
The captian and many of his men had already landed when they got there. Their presence attracted a large group of natives including both men and women. Emily was shocked to see that the native women were practically naked by western standards. In this heat she wished she too could get away with wearing so little clothing. It was only early morning and she was already feeling of sweaty.
The natives were curious and puzzled at the appearance of the pale strangers that had arrived on their island. None of them had ever seen westerners before. It did not matter where they came from or what they looked like because they were seen as honored guests. It was the last day of the dry season and the start of the festival of the chosen one. Guests were always welcomed to the island especially at times of festival.
There were many natives walking down the beach and at the edge of the jungle. Many were carring supplies as they were walking to the festival grounds. The crowd of natives around the stragers began to thin out. The stragers were only a curiosity and they did not want to be late for the start of the festival. The chieftain was trying to urge the captain and his men to follow him. They were his guests and he did not want them to be late either. The captain told some of his men to stay behind and the rest to follow him. Then he walked off down the beach following the natives.
Emily and William also started walking down the beach. William told her not to wonder too far away from him. Emily wished he would not be so protective of her. She knew her father had hired him to protect her but she was not a child and did not want to be treated like one anymore. She did not like how he was always shadowing her every step. She wanted to show him that she could take care of herself and that she did not need his constant protection. Emily planned to wonder off and get lost among the natives then after a while come back to show him that she could survive on her own. She tried walking a little faster to test how difficult it would be to lose him. Emily looked behind her and saw that he was still following her. She knew it would be difficult to get away from him and she planned to just wait for her chance.
The beach grew wider and flatter and the jungle along its' edge grew thinner. The jungle gave way to an open feild. They had reached the festival grounds. There were hundreds of natives spread across the area in crowds. The sound of drums and smell of food was in the air. Emily knew that she could lose him in this crowd if she wanted to but smell of the food made her hungry. She was so tired of eating nothing but stale bread and pickled meats. She had lost some weight and was hungry for some real food. Emily walked around the festival eating all kinds of exotic fruits and strange delicious meats. After she had eaten her fill she tried to get away from William. She got her chance when his back was turned and some natives walked between them. Emily wondered into the crowd and by the time he noticed she was long gone.
Emily tried to hide in the thickest part of the crowds. She had gotten away and wondered what she should do with her new found freedom. She was busy just watching and listening to the natives talk and mingle with each other. Occasionally she would hear gigling and laughter but she could not tell where it was coming from. She tried to figure out what was going on and find out who was laughing. The laughter was comming from different directions and the sound of male and female voices was in the air. Then she heard a screem that turned into laughter and hysterical giggling. It was nearby so she made way through the crowd to where she thought the laughter was coming from. She suddenly came upon a native woman laying on the ground giggling softly just inches from her feet. A man helped the woman get up and then she punched him. Emily still did not understand what was going on.
She walked over to where the crowds were not quite so thick so she could see better. She was watching one particular native woman when she noticed that a man was sneaking up behind this native. Emily knew something was about to happen and that she would get to see what she was looking for. Emily was keenly staring at the native girl when she made eye contact with her. She was going to look away but the man grabed the native girl's ribs. The girl jumped and immediately started laughing. hahahahah The girl was trying to get away from his grip but all she could do is squirm and laugh. HAHAHAhahahah Emily finally put it all together. Her heart started beating faster as she saw that the laughter was comming from tickling. She was watching a girl get tickled silly and it thrilled her. The girl was hysterical by the time the tickling stopped. heeehehaheee Emily thought about what it would be like to be tickled like that. The thoughts of tickling gave her butterflies in her stomach. She would give anything to be tickled until she was hysterical. The experience to her would be worth any cost. She was getting more and more excited thinking about how the natives might even tickle her. She wanted someone to sneak up behind her and tickle her into hysterics.
Emily jumped and let out a quick screem as she felt someone's hands grab her arms. She was startled but the hands did not tickle her. She turned around and saw that it was William. He was angry at her but also relieved that he had found her. He started scolding her for wondering away like that. Before he could finish Emily was already protesting his rules, saying that she was old enough to look after herself. She was going to walk away from him but he held onto her. He let her go and told her that he was not going to let her out of his eyesight.
Emily did not want to be bothered by William anymore. She wanted to experience the island's culture for herself and above all get tickled. She knew that would never happen as long as he was watching her every move. She had to get away again but she did not know how. She would just have to wait until he dropped his guard alittle.
In the meantime she wanted to know if he discovered the same thing about the natives that she had. Emily asked him if he knew what that laughter was all about. William replied that he did not hear any laughter. She told him that she could hear the natives laughing for some reason. He listened and heard some occasional laughter mixed in with the other sounds of the festival. He told her that he could hear some laughter but he did not know why they were laughing. She knew then that he had not yet realized that the natives were tickling each other. She wanted to show him why the natives were laughing. She scanned the crowd with her eyes looking for any sign of tickling going on. After a while she found what she was looking for. She saw another native girl about to be unsuspectingly tickled. He pointed in the diresction of the girl and told William to look over there. He did not know what she was pointing at until the tickling started.
For the first time William saw a girl get tickled until she cried. The girl was tickled under her arms and on her ribs. She screemed and laughed while trying to get away. AAAHAhhaaahaha The more she struggled the more he tickled her back. Her body was twisting and turning as the tickling moved to her belly. All she could do was laugh while he tickled her belly with one hand and tickled her exposed breast with the other. ahahehehehahahahahahhaheeeehee She was laughing hysterically and the natives nearby could see that she was extreamly ticklish. Hands from the crowd grabbed at her ribs, pits, sides, hips, and thighs trying to get at some of her ticklish skin. Fingers were probing every inch of her body looking for her most ticklish spots. After a while the tickle torture of this hapless girl stopped and she was left laying on the ground giggling and crying. hehehehe*sob*heheh
Emily turned to William and saw the look of shock in his eyes from witnessing the tickling. Emily had a wide grin on her face for she knew what she was about to tell him would shock him even more. She boldly asked him to tickle her. She told him to tickle her just like that and she raised her arms above her head. She desperately wanted to feel his fingers touching, teasing, and tickling her entire body. He grabed her hands and pulled her arms back down to her side. He was speachless at her request. She started begging him to tickle her, she begged him to make her laugh and screem at the same time. He finally responded that he would not tickle her, not infront of everyone like that. Emily replied that the natives were tickling each other all the time and that they would not mind if they joined them. He told her that it was a barbaric and mean thing to do to that girl and that he would never treat her like that. Emily pointed over to the girl who was now standing and smiling and she told him that she did not seem to mind it. He told her that she should never have even seen such a thing and that he was going to take her back to the ship. Emily pleaded with him not to take her back to the ship. He grabed her by the arm and pulled her away from the crowd and walked her to the edge of the field. She was about to cry when he let her go and told her that she could stay but there was to be no more talk of tickling or wandering off. He told her that he ment it this time.
Continued...
(Warning: contains descriptions of extream tickle torture, bondage, sexual situations, and some violence)
*disclaimer* All the charactors in the following novel are over the age of 18. This novel should not be read by anyone under the age 18. The following is a work pure fiction and any similarities to real people or events is purely coincidence.
Estimated read time: 40 - 45 minutes
Ticklers in the hands of an angry god.
Part 2:
Pale strangers
Elieve opened her eyes only to discover she was surounded by strangers. She was laying on a small bed covered in a blanket. It was not very bright in the room but she could still see the people who had gathered around her bed. They had pale faces and wore heavy uncomfortable looking clothing. Their skin was very pale almost white and they spoke a strange language that she could not understand. Elieve had seen strangers before on the island but none that had ever looked like these people. Elieve was frightened and confused. She did not know who these people were or what they would do to her. She felt frightened and alone not knowing how she got here or even where here was. She tried to remember what had happened to her but she couldn't remember hardly anything. She could only remember bits and pieces of her life. She even had trouble remembering her own name.
She tried talking to the strangers but they could not understand her. She wanted to get up and run away but she felt weak and there were too many of them. Elieve tried to sit up when a few of the strangers' hands lightly touched her urging her not move. She felt apprehensive at being touched. There was some primal fear in her about being touched that she could not understand. Elieve did not resist them and she laid still on the bed. She closed her eyes hoping that this was just some type of bad dream and that she would wake up someplace else. She could hear them moving around the room. After a while she heard them leave as they walked out of the room. She heard footsteps coming from above her and voices too. She could also hear the sound of water coming from somewhere.
Elieve thought she was alone in the room when she felt someone's hand brush some of her hair away from her face. She opened her eyes and saw a young woman about her age kneeling at the side of her bed. She had very light skin and light brown hair. The young woman was smiling at her. Elieve smiled back and in someway she felt comforted. She was frightened of the others but her presence consoled her. She reminded her of a past friend. Elieve lifed up her hand and took the young girl's hand. She gave her hand a light squeeze and she squeezed back. Elieve felt at rest and closed her eyes.
The young woman's name was Emily. She had been taking care of Elieve for a few days now ever since she was found adrift at sea. The others thought she was as good as dead but Emily knew she would be alright if she was cared for. Emily was only one of a handfull of women onboard the ship that found Elieve. Emily was the daughter of a rich Euopean merchant. He owned the ship and named it the Quill. He had made his wealth in the spice trade and owned many ships but the Quill was his newest and largest. Emily had just turned 18 when her father sent for her to live with him in the colony he had established. Emily was raised in England at a finishing school for girls and she had not seen him in three years. Her father was very protective of her so he hired a guard named William to escort her on her voyage.
Voyages halfway around the world were long and dangerous in this age. The Quill was a large three masted sailing ship prefect for moving cargo over long distances. The Quill was heavy when fully loaded and moved slowly. It had been many months and their voyage was nearing it end when a great storm blew in. It lasted many days driving the ship off course. The ship had taken on water and it got into the food supply. The Quill would have to stop at the nearest island to take on freash supplies.
Arrival
On the early morning of March 21, 1734 the lookout spotted the silhouette of an island in the distance. The captain decided to sail to this island to pick up freash supplies. The ship reached the island by dawn. The island had a large lagoon that was deep enough even for the Quill to sail into. The island was not on any of captain's charts so he named the island Equinox Island.
Emily came up on deck to see for herself the newly discovered island. The island was covered in a lush jungle and the water surounding the island was light blue. Emily had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. The island looked to be a place of paradice. She was just admiring the view when she spotted something moving on the beach. Emily squinted her eyes and made out what had appeared to be a man. She watched him walk along the beach until he disapeared into the jungle. Emily continued looking at the beach were the man had been when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She quickly turned around and saw that it was only William. He was always nearby just the way her father wanted. He was a few years older then her and they had become friends during the voyage. Emily told him that she saw someone on the beach. William scanned the beach with his eyes but saw nothing. He continued to look at the beach when he noticed some movement in the jungle. He told her to look straight ahead into the edge of the jungle. She saw small huts and people moving in between the trees.
The captain was also scanning the island when he noticed something down the beach just at the waters edge. There was no mistaking it, it was an out-riger canoe. He made a note in his log that the island was populated by some unknown natives and then pointed it out to his lieutenant. They saw four men rush from the jungle down to the canoe. They pushed the canoe into the water and started paddling toward the Quill. The lieutenant said it seems the natives had spotted them as well. The captain said to his men that they should make friendly with natives if possible so they can trade with them for supplies and be on their way. The lieutenant warned that the natives might be dangerous. But the captain replied that there was nothing those natives could do, they were out numbered 20 to one.
Emily and William overheard the captain speaking and looked over at the natives in the canoe. William told Emily that he would protect her and not let them harm her as he put hand on his pistol. Emily stood behind him as the natives paddled closer to the ship. She could see that they had dark skin and dark hair and their appearance frightened her. He asked her if she would rather go below deck but she replied that she would rather stay up here with him.
Greetings
The canoe pulled up right along the ship. A rope ladder was thrown down the side of the ship to the canoe and each of the natives climbed up onto the ship. They appeared to have no fear at all of the westerners. The ship's crew backed away from the natives as they walked on the deck. One of them seemed to be a leader or chieftain of some sort. He wore beaded necklaces and caried a staff. None of them had any weapons on them so the captain stepped forward and tried to greet them as best he could.
The captain could speak many languages but he could not understand much of what these natives spoke. The chieftain confidently spoke something in his native language and gestured with arms in a friendly way. The captian repeated what he heard and gestured back at him in a similar way. The captain shook the chieftain's hand and he reciprocated. One of the natives was carring a sack. The chieftain opened the sack and pulled out some fruit. He handed the captain a pineappel and gave some his men various other fruits. The captain took a small mirror out of his pocket and gave it the chieftain. He had never seen anything like that before but knew what it was. The natives were a very inteligent people and chieftain could tell that this was a very special gift. The captian and the chieftain contiued to talk and gesture with each other until they reached an understanding. After a few hours they had managed get a system of communication down. The captain struck a deal with cheiftain to trade trinkets for supplies and chieftain invited them to a great feast as a sign of friendship.
Emily intently watched the whole thing. She was amazed at the captain's skill at handling the situation. She was no longer afraid of the natives when she saw how friendly they were. She was no loger hiding behind William either. She wanted to greet them herself and go to the island meet more of them.
Just as the natives were about to depart the chieftain noticed Emily slowly inching her way closer. She was the only woman on deck among all the men. He looked right at her and she froze. She thought that maybe greeting the natives was not such a good idea. He took a few steps closer to her and then gestured and spoke in friendly tones. He took off one of his beaded necklaces and held it out to her. William was standing right behind her ready to jump right in between her and the chieftain. Emily told William that she was alright and he steped back a little. Emily walked forward so he could put the necklace on her. The chieftain had a small feather attached to his wrist and it bushed up against her cheek and ear as he fitted the necklace over her head. The feather tickled her and she gigled. hehe The feather then brushed against her neck and collarbone and she let out some more gigles. hehehehe
The cheiftain finished putting the necklace on her and then walked back over to his companions. Emily put her hands up to her neck to stop the tickly fealings she felt on her neck and collarbone. She was smiling as she felt the necklace between her fingers and her skin. The cheiftain saw her and smiled back before climbing down to his canoe.
She rolled the beads of the necklace over her skin tring to bring back the tickly fealing. Then she knew it was the feather that made her giggle. She had always loved the fealing of soft lace on her skin but she had never felt a feather touch her like that. It felt like soft fur only it tickled her like lace. She had never felt anthing like it. The feeling seemed to send her to a different world. A world of endless gigling and laughter. She wanted to feel the caress of a feather on her soft skin again.
Emily went below deck back to her cabin and pulled out a trunk that was under her bed. She opened the truck and took out a small quill feather pen. She laid down on her bed and brought the feather up to her face. She lightly brushed it down her neck and over her collarbone. The ticklie feeling started to return and she brushed the feather over her collar bone and back up her neck. Then she ran the feather around and under her ear. She let out a quick giggle just as William entered the cabin. hehe
William asked her if she was alright and what she was doing in here. Emily replied that she was trying to make herself giggle. William told her that he had never heard of a grown woman doing such silly childish things. She sat up and asked him if he could help make her laugh. He told her that he did not know how to make her laugh. He had only seen her laugh a few times and he did not know about Emily's playful side. She handed him the feather and told him to just brush her neck lightly with it. He did not know how that would make her laugh but he would go along with it anyway.
He brushed the feather slowly over her neck from her ear to her shoulder. Emily let out a little gigle and told him to keep touching her skin with the feather. He brushed the feather around the back of her neck and up to her other ear. Emily closed her eyes as he slid the feather lightly over her face. She took in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. The feather passed over her chin and down her neck. William was starting to get arroused by Emily's giggling and erratic movements. He was standing over her and could see down her dress. He slid the feather around the neck line of her shirt teasing the upper part of her chest. He was about to slip the feather down her shirt and tease her breasts when he pulled away and dropped the feather on the floor.
Emily stopped giggling and asked him why he stopped. He knew what he was doing was wrong and did not want to take advantage of her innocence. He only replied that her father would not approve. Emily loved the way the feather felt on her skin and did not want him to stop. These ticklish feelings were new to her and she wanted to experience more. She picked up the feather and lightly brushed it around the base of her neck. It did not quite feel the same. So in her sweetest little voice she asked him to touch her some more with the feather. He tried to sidestep her request by telling her maybe he would tickle her again later.
He changed the subject and asked her if she would like to go ashore to the island with him. She told him that she would love to. Emily had been cooped up on the ship for too long and she wanted to get out and move around. She placed the feather on her bed and followed William out onto deck. They climbed down into a small boat and the crew rowed them ashore. When the boat reached the shore William jumped out and carried her to dry land so her would not get her long dress wet. His fingers tickled her side a little as he carried her. She tried not to laugh out of fear he might drop her. By the time he put her down she had a very wide smile on her face.
The Island of Tickles
The captian and many of his men had already landed when they got there. Their presence attracted a large group of natives including both men and women. Emily was shocked to see that the native women were practically naked by western standards. In this heat she wished she too could get away with wearing so little clothing. It was only early morning and she was already feeling of sweaty.
The natives were curious and puzzled at the appearance of the pale strangers that had arrived on their island. None of them had ever seen westerners before. It did not matter where they came from or what they looked like because they were seen as honored guests. It was the last day of the dry season and the start of the festival of the chosen one. Guests were always welcomed to the island especially at times of festival.
There were many natives walking down the beach and at the edge of the jungle. Many were carring supplies as they were walking to the festival grounds. The crowd of natives around the stragers began to thin out. The stragers were only a curiosity and they did not want to be late for the start of the festival. The chieftain was trying to urge the captain and his men to follow him. They were his guests and he did not want them to be late either. The captain told some of his men to stay behind and the rest to follow him. Then he walked off down the beach following the natives.
Emily and William also started walking down the beach. William told her not to wonder too far away from him. Emily wished he would not be so protective of her. She knew her father had hired him to protect her but she was not a child and did not want to be treated like one anymore. She did not like how he was always shadowing her every step. She wanted to show him that she could take care of herself and that she did not need his constant protection. Emily planned to wonder off and get lost among the natives then after a while come back to show him that she could survive on her own. She tried walking a little faster to test how difficult it would be to lose him. Emily looked behind her and saw that he was still following her. She knew it would be difficult to get away from him and she planned to just wait for her chance.
The beach grew wider and flatter and the jungle along its' edge grew thinner. The jungle gave way to an open feild. They had reached the festival grounds. There were hundreds of natives spread across the area in crowds. The sound of drums and smell of food was in the air. Emily knew that she could lose him in this crowd if she wanted to but smell of the food made her hungry. She was so tired of eating nothing but stale bread and pickled meats. She had lost some weight and was hungry for some real food. Emily walked around the festival eating all kinds of exotic fruits and strange delicious meats. After she had eaten her fill she tried to get away from William. She got her chance when his back was turned and some natives walked between them. Emily wondered into the crowd and by the time he noticed she was long gone.
Emily tried to hide in the thickest part of the crowds. She had gotten away and wondered what she should do with her new found freedom. She was busy just watching and listening to the natives talk and mingle with each other. Occasionally she would hear gigling and laughter but she could not tell where it was coming from. She tried to figure out what was going on and find out who was laughing. The laughter was comming from different directions and the sound of male and female voices was in the air. Then she heard a screem that turned into laughter and hysterical giggling. It was nearby so she made way through the crowd to where she thought the laughter was coming from. She suddenly came upon a native woman laying on the ground giggling softly just inches from her feet. A man helped the woman get up and then she punched him. Emily still did not understand what was going on.
She walked over to where the crowds were not quite so thick so she could see better. She was watching one particular native woman when she noticed that a man was sneaking up behind this native. Emily knew something was about to happen and that she would get to see what she was looking for. Emily was keenly staring at the native girl when she made eye contact with her. She was going to look away but the man grabed the native girl's ribs. The girl jumped and immediately started laughing. hahahahah The girl was trying to get away from his grip but all she could do is squirm and laugh. HAHAHAhahahah Emily finally put it all together. Her heart started beating faster as she saw that the laughter was comming from tickling. She was watching a girl get tickled silly and it thrilled her. The girl was hysterical by the time the tickling stopped. heeehehaheee Emily thought about what it would be like to be tickled like that. The thoughts of tickling gave her butterflies in her stomach. She would give anything to be tickled until she was hysterical. The experience to her would be worth any cost. She was getting more and more excited thinking about how the natives might even tickle her. She wanted someone to sneak up behind her and tickle her into hysterics.
Emily jumped and let out a quick screem as she felt someone's hands grab her arms. She was startled but the hands did not tickle her. She turned around and saw that it was William. He was angry at her but also relieved that he had found her. He started scolding her for wondering away like that. Before he could finish Emily was already protesting his rules, saying that she was old enough to look after herself. She was going to walk away from him but he held onto her. He let her go and told her that he was not going to let her out of his eyesight.
Emily did not want to be bothered by William anymore. She wanted to experience the island's culture for herself and above all get tickled. She knew that would never happen as long as he was watching her every move. She had to get away again but she did not know how. She would just have to wait until he dropped his guard alittle.
In the meantime she wanted to know if he discovered the same thing about the natives that she had. Emily asked him if he knew what that laughter was all about. William replied that he did not hear any laughter. She told him that she could hear the natives laughing for some reason. He listened and heard some occasional laughter mixed in with the other sounds of the festival. He told her that he could hear some laughter but he did not know why they were laughing. She knew then that he had not yet realized that the natives were tickling each other. She wanted to show him why the natives were laughing. She scanned the crowd with her eyes looking for any sign of tickling going on. After a while she found what she was looking for. She saw another native girl about to be unsuspectingly tickled. He pointed in the diresction of the girl and told William to look over there. He did not know what she was pointing at until the tickling started.
For the first time William saw a girl get tickled until she cried. The girl was tickled under her arms and on her ribs. She screemed and laughed while trying to get away. AAAHAhhaaahaha The more she struggled the more he tickled her back. Her body was twisting and turning as the tickling moved to her belly. All she could do was laugh while he tickled her belly with one hand and tickled her exposed breast with the other. ahahehehehahahahahahhaheeeehee She was laughing hysterically and the natives nearby could see that she was extreamly ticklish. Hands from the crowd grabbed at her ribs, pits, sides, hips, and thighs trying to get at some of her ticklish skin. Fingers were probing every inch of her body looking for her most ticklish spots. After a while the tickle torture of this hapless girl stopped and she was left laying on the ground giggling and crying. hehehehe*sob*heheh
Emily turned to William and saw the look of shock in his eyes from witnessing the tickling. Emily had a wide grin on her face for she knew what she was about to tell him would shock him even more. She boldly asked him to tickle her. She told him to tickle her just like that and she raised her arms above her head. She desperately wanted to feel his fingers touching, teasing, and tickling her entire body. He grabed her hands and pulled her arms back down to her side. He was speachless at her request. She started begging him to tickle her, she begged him to make her laugh and screem at the same time. He finally responded that he would not tickle her, not infront of everyone like that. Emily replied that the natives were tickling each other all the time and that they would not mind if they joined them. He told her that it was a barbaric and mean thing to do to that girl and that he would never treat her like that. Emily pointed over to the girl who was now standing and smiling and she told him that she did not seem to mind it. He told her that she should never have even seen such a thing and that he was going to take her back to the ship. Emily pleaded with him not to take her back to the ship. He grabed her by the arm and pulled her away from the crowd and walked her to the edge of the field. She was about to cry when he let her go and told her that she could stay but there was to be no more talk of tickling or wandering off. He told her that he ment it this time.
Continued...