Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Deviant Core Member OttoMale/Unknown Recent Activity
Deviant for 7 Years
3 Week Core Membership:
Given by an Anonymous Deviant
Statistics 100 Deviations 2,774 Comments 158,481 Pageviews

Newest Deviations

Summer Commission Sale!

Journal Entry: Sat May 30, 2015, 5:39 PM
Facebook l Gallery l dA Portfolio l Watch Me l Note Me

In honour of all the flip flops and bare feet seen during summer time, I'm having a summer commission sale! For limited time only, I'll be accepting commissions for only 25 dollars for 3000-4000 words!

More commission info can be found here:
Opening Commissions Officially.Hi.
I've been doing commissions for a while now, but I've never made a proper journal about it, so I thought it was high time I got around to making a journal to let potential commissioners know about how I operate.
Usually how it works is we first agree on a price - my going rate is $30 for 4000-5000 words. If you want to commission me for multiple stories, then maybe we can talk about a package deal. In terms of payment, you pay half up front, and half when it is finished. Unfortunately, I don't accept points. 
Then you tell me what features you would like to see in the story - lee(s)/ler(s), tools, the situation/context, techniques, that sort of thing. I'm open to writing both /f or /m. I've done a variety of sadistic stories and light-hearted casual stories (check my gallery) with upper-body/feet focuses, so I'm alright with writing pretty much everything - You just need to be specific and state what you would like to see.
I don't charge more if you want multiple lees/ler

A sample commission info page might look like this.

Sample Commission Firstly, the general points. All characters will wear nylons since that is my preference. Tickling should focus primarily on the stockinged feet but other area are perfectly acceptable for variety. My favourite tickling implement is the feather, but again other implements are fine, as are fingers or even the tickler using their own feet as a weapon (nyloned of course). The nylons should not be torn off at any point.
Even though some of the scenes will feature interrogation type scenarios, I prefer the tickling to be reasonably playful. I enjoy dialogue and teasing.
Feel free to use as much Star Wars lore, locations, creatures as you see fit. You know far better than I that such things have a huge impact on bringing a story to life. Feathers from Star Wars creatures would make sense. Tickle bots, creatures, plants etc can be used as long as there is still a 'direct' tickling element. For example, the Endor scene could involve a tickling plant but Leia should still be feathered directly

Have a lovely summer, all! Note me if you have any further queries.

P.S. The information above at the 'Facebook', 'note me', etc is for the designer of the skin. It's not me!

CSS made by TwiggyTeeluck
Texture by Princess-of-Shadows

Just a few words

Journal Entry: Sat Jan 3, 2015, 6:49 AM
Facebook l Gallery l dA Portfolio l Watch Me l Note Me

The new year is upon us, and I would just like to see a big thank you to all my watchers, commenters and commissioners who have been following me over the years. It's indescribably heartwarming to get such wonderfully long comments or birthday wishes or even another (!) premium subscription for a year.

I'm touched indeed, and resolve to work even harder in the coming new year! I thank my commissioners for their infinite patience!I'm back from my vacation, and you know that means more stories coming soon! (say within the coming week). 

Hope you all just a wonderful new year filled with mirth and laughter!

CSS made by TwiggyTeeluck
Texture by Princess-of-Shadows


ToS TK: Interrogation Training


It was another gruelling day in the world of Sylvarant. After a long day of adventuring, Sheena Fujibayashi, Colette Brunel, Presea and the entire group headed to a nearby inn where they could recuperate from the rigours of the day. After agreeing to rendezvous later in the night, the group separated, with most of the boys heading out to a tavern or to visit the local merchants.

Preferring to rest at the inn from the long day of travel, the three girls all pulled up stools at the inn and started to chat and gossip. They shared their experiences and misadventures as they sat comfortably in armchairs around a roaring fireplace.

“So what’s the strangest thing you’ve seen in your time as a ninja, Sheena?” Colette asked, her eyes wide. “And not a story that’s too gory, please,” Colette added, her tone indicating her squeamishness. As a girl so devoted to benevolence and kindness, she found herself somewhat intrigued by this dark, mysterious ninja girl whose world was so different to hers. They really were light and dark in a sense, even visually, with Colette’s golden hair contrasting with Sheena’s jet-black curls.

“An interesting story that’s not too bloody… hmm, let me think,” Sheena paused, stroking her chin as her eyes wandered across the sitting room of the inn. There were paintings and a few other patrons, but the sight of their companion pink-haired Presea relaxing in her chair, with her bare feet propped up on the arms of the armchair drew her attention.

A mischievous grin grew on Sheena’s finely featured face as she and flicked one fingertip against the exposed bare foot – just a quick stroke down the arch, but even that little movement bore fruit.  

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Presea exclaimed, her face with a hint of a blush, quickly pulling her feet out of reach.

“Apologies, Presea,” Sheena smiled, but her tone was still playful. “You just happened to inspire me. Ready to hear the story?”

Colette nodded eagerly, clapping her hands in excitement. With her foot stilling tingling slightly from the tickling, even Presea had to admit she was curious about this tale of Sheena’s. What did this have to do with tickling?

“Well, this story was a while ago. So we captured this merchant lady on a ship. I’m sure you know the kind – really bratty spoiled princess type?”

“I think I can see where this is going…” murmured Colette.

“Well, she was a real tough nut to crack. She was yelling cussing at us, and just generally refusing to play nice. Her father, another high-class merchant type, had offered to pay her ransom, but we wanted to find out where she had put the keys to chest on the ship first. Now we tried all the usual stuff, but she just wouldn’t tell us!”

“No way!”

“Yes way. Then what happened next was… Presea?”

“Um, yes?” Presea said, surprised to be suddenly spoken to during this story, which she had actually been following quite closely.

“I think I need your participation for this part of the story,” Sheena said, with a grin. “May I have your feet please?”

“My feet?” Presea repeated, her expression that of supreme reluctance.

“Come on, Presea, I want to hear the rest of the story!” Colette urged.

Chewing on her lip, Presea slowly and with a great deal of hesitation, deposited her petite, milky-white feet in Sheena’s lap.

“Hey, I never knew you painted your toes,” Sheena exclaimed, wiggling one of Presea’s tiny toes, admiring the pink polish that matched Presea’s hair. “That even fits the story!”

“Just keep going… please…” Presea said, pursing her lips as Sheena’s fingers teased her toes. 

“Anyway, as I was saying. So we get the idea to give this pampered fancypants something she’s never tried before! So we pull off the expensive shoes and the silky stockings and shove her bare feet in the padded stocks we keep for dangerous criminals. I gotta say, it was a pretty sight, her sitting there looking nervous as we wondered why we took her shoes away. She asked us what were we going to do to here… ”

“And?” Colette asked. She had to know. The suspense was killing her!”

“We asked her if she had even been tickle tortured before!” Sheena laughed, as she began lightly stroking the bottom of Presea’s small feet with her nails. Immediately, Presea’s toes curled up, as giggles began bursting from the corners of her lips. “Good acting, Presea. Now, I can tell you – it definitely looked like she was regretting all those pedicures now! Her feet were as soft as the silk she traded, and she was laughing like crazy within seconds!” Sheena intensified the strokes on her Presea’s small, soft soles, and soon she was giggling hard too.

“it must have been the first time in her life she has experienced tickle torture, and trust me, I can speak from experience, that’s a lot worse than it sounds! Not everyone can endure it!” Sheena said, digging her fingers deep into Presea’s arches for emphasis. This was more than enough for the poor girl, as she pulled her feet from Sheena’s grasp, giggling and snorting.

“Haha, apologies for that Presea. Couldn’t resist,” Sheena said apologetically.

“So what happened next?” Colette said, bouncing up and down in her seat.

Sheena pointed at Colette’s feet, clad only in stirrup-like leggings and Colette realized it was her turn.

“So, where was I?” Sheena asked, as her fingers began to trace across Colette’s slender, shapely feet. It seemed the blonde girl was fond of pedicures too, as the toes were painted a sky-blue. “Now I remember. Her feet were super-soft. Even softer than yours,” Sheena giggled, as she skittered her fingers down Colette’s soles, making the blonde girl hide her hand behind her mouth to try and stifle her girlish giggles.

“We knew she was almost beaten, and she just needed one last push…” Sheena said, pausing for effect. “So we took a paintbrush, and began brushing those high, smooth arches of hers, and wow, she went haywire!” Sheena did not have a brush at hand, so she improvised with a lock of her dark hair, which she dusted along Colette’s flexing toes to marvellous effect. Colette was letting loose adorable little squeals from behind her hands at this point.

“She told us everything we wanted to know, and then we ransomed her back to her father for a nice tidy profit,” Sheena said, finishing her story and giving Colette’s toes one last tickle before returning them to their owner. “Don’t you love a happy ending?

“Hehe, definitely. What did you think of the story, Presea?” Colette said, still giggling and slightly breathless.

“I’m not sure I believe it. It’s just tickling,” Presea said, though her words were at odds with her body, as she was still rubbing her feet – the same feet which has just been tickled!

“Hmmm, I guess. It does seem just like just good fun! Can’t believe it would ever really work as an interrogation method!” Colette agreed, nodding her head.

Sheena just smiled at them. “Let’s give it a try then, shall we?” she said, looking from Presea to Colette. 


“You know, suddenly I’m not so sure about this…” Colette said, from her position tied eagle-spread to the tavern bed. Sheena and her ninja skills had proven herself to be quite adept at bondage, and the scarves that were being used to bind Colette’s limbs to the bed posts held her firmly in place for the tickling which was to come.

“Tell me about it,” Presea added, who was tied and eagle-spread on the same bed (Sheena had convinced the innkeeper to let them borrow the largest bed available for their ‘training session’.)

“Well, it’s too late to change your minds now!” Sheena said, with a playful smile on her face so her two ‘captors’ knew she was not quite serious. “I mean, if I stumbled across these two pretty pair of tootsies, I know I wouldn’t let them go tickle-free!” she said with a giggle as she used just one finger to lightly trace down one foot each, just to see how the girls would react to their first tickle under restraint. The girls did not disappoint. Presea’s toes instantly scrunched up, wrinkling the sole in an adorably defiant fashion, while Colette’s feet bounced up and down on the feet, flexing and curling like the feet were dancing.

“Gosh, I just don’t know where to start… pink or blue…” Sheena said, her tone teasing, as her fingers descended upwards to tease the colourful toes. Just using her index fingers, Sheena began tickling every toe in line. She would tickle the same toe on each of the girls’ feet, just to gauge how different their reactions were, like a fun little experiment.

And the girls did not let her down! As soon as Sheena began pinching the wiggling toes, both girls erupted into high-pitched laughter as soon as their felt their tender digits being played with, though they each had their own distinctive flavour of laughter. Colette’s laughter was sweeter, more melodic and higher-pitch, especially when the fleshy pad of her big toe was under attack, which Sheena quickly discovered to be quite a soft spot. In contrast, Presea’s laughter was more boyish, intersparsed with a colourful variety of yelps, squeaks and squeals. The webbing between those pink toes was Presea’s magic spot, as her laughter always got especially wild when Sheena’s fingers quested along there, which naturally, Sheena did all the time once she discovered how fun it was to tease Presea around that spot.

“Really, they are both just so amazingly ticklish. I just can’t decide!” Sheena confessed, as she gave their toes once last playful tweak and let the two ticklish ladies caught their breath.

“How are you enjoying the warm up so far?” Sheena asked, as she rubbed the girls’ feet with a trained, tender hand, helping the girls cool down from their first bout of tickle torture.

“This is just the warm-up?” Colette exclaimed, her mouth agape and her cheeks flushed. Her open mouth rapidly coalesced into a wide smile as she wiggled her blue-painted toes challengingly, spreading them wide as if to invite fingers, feathers, and all manner of diabolical ticklish tools through them. “Well then, bring it on! Right, Presea! We can take it!”

Presea gnawed on her lower lip, looking like she was thinking about saying she’d had enough and wanted to be let out(and Sheena would have acquiesced, had that been the case), but to Sheena’s surprise, Presea nodded with a determined look on her face. “Let’s do it!”

Sheena grinned. “That’s the spirit, girls!” she said, as her fingers suddenly flew across the soles of both feet, jolting the surprised girls into giggles once more.

“I thothohohought you wohohohould hahahave tohohohold us!” Colette stuttered, as her right foot, which was under ticklish siege from Sheena’s skilled fingers, twisted and danced.  Presea tried to chime in her complaints that Sheena had not given them time to prepare for the next round of tickling, but Sheena just smirked and suddenly shifted both fingers to Presea’s poor, ticklish soles, overwhelming the feet with double the roving fingers.

“Oh nohohohoho!” Presea squealed, as her toes curled down in response to all the fingernails that were skating into the soft, flushed-pink flesh of her soles. After sliding her fingertips across Presea’s silky soft arches for a while, Sheena dove her fingers upwards to go right at those ticklish toes which she had gotten to know so well during the warm-up.

Sheena lodged her fingers in between those small, squirming toes, and with them firmly wedged in place, she began to wiggle them, scratching at the unthinkably delicate skin between each digit where Presea was so inconceivably ticklish. Howling with laughter, all Presea could do was shake her pink-hair from side to side as Sheena alternated between stroking under the toes or the arches, going from spot to spot as soon as Presea’s wild laughter began to lessen – it wouldn’t do to desensitize her!

Meanwhile, Colette was sitting there, wiggling her toes as she enjoyed the show. She had that unsteady smile of trepidation and excitement on her face as Presea was transmuted into a ticklish storm of laughter. She knew it would be her turn soon, and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that – excited, definitely, but also a little nervous. She could feel her toes and arches tingling as she saw the number Sheena was doing on Presea’s sensitive soles. Gosh, if only it could be her turn already!

Sheena seemed to read her mind, as after giving Presea’s toes one last parting tickle, she slid over in front of Colette.

“So, are you ready for your turn?”

“Yes,” Presea said, as she panted and gasped, a ticklish smile still on her face.

Just like that, Sheena suddenly pounced on Presea’s feet again. “then again… if this was a real interrogation, I probably wouldn’t give you time to recover!” she said, as her nails a fingernail spidered along the very centre of Presea’s soft arches on both feet, making the surprised girl burst into fresh peals of hysterical laughter. After a few seconds, Sheena relented though, giving a little kiss on Presea’s poor tickle abused feet.

“Just joking. I’ll let you rest! Thanks for being a good sport about it!” she said, with a giggle, as Presea panted for breath.

“I’ll… get you back for this…”

Sheena winked at her. “Fair’s fair… my feet might be even more ticklish than you, just saying… but you’ll need a lot of skill to ambush a ninja!”

“Now where were we?” Sheena asked rhetorically, skittering her nails down Colette’s pale soles, making the blonde girl giggle. “I remember now! A certain chosen one with super ticklish feet…” Sheena said, as her fingers danced along Colette’s soles.

“Thahahahahat’s meehehee!”

Sheena chuckled at that, as she continued wiggling her fingers across the soft soles. “Your stirrups are very fashionable, but they seem to be blocking some of your fun spots,” Sheena said, stopping the tickling so she could tug at Colette’s dark blue stirrups which hugged her high arches. She pulled them up till they went around the toes, working as toe-ties which pulled the toes back and extended the arch. “No toe-curling for you, Colette!” Sheena teased, as she put her fingers to work on the more-vulnerable soles, really drilling her nails into those high arches that were so lovingly exposed by the stirrups.

“Gahahaha! Thahahahat’s sohohohoho cheheheating!” Colette said, as she craned her neck so she could see the way her own stirrups had pinned her toes back. It was adding insult to injury to have you own fashionable attire used against you!

“Had enough yet? Ready to give up?” Sheena said, her tone teasing as her fingers continued to flicker across the soft feet.

“Nehehehever! Thihihihis is nothihihing!” Colette said through gritted teeth, trying to keep herself from whooping with laughter as Sheena’s nimble fingers started to spider along her heels instead of scratching in her arches, the contrast in sensations somehow making it tickle even more than it had before.

“Oh, are you sure about that?” Sheena said, with a grin that suggested she hadn’t even unleashed her full arsenal yet.

“Mahahahaybeeee!” Colette said, in between squeals, as Sheena had just jumped to the toes, whose tops were held in place with the stirrups, and teasing across the bubbly pads of each toe, two at a time.

Sheena had a suspicion that based on Colette’s giddy grin, that maybe the chosen one was enjoying the tickling a bit too much for the torturous aspect to be effective. She would have to try something new…

“Let’s try this on for size, shall we?” Sheena said, reaching into pocket and pulling out a toothbrush. Colette’s eyes grew as wide as saucers at the sight. It was her spare toothbrush, because even when you were out adventuring and saving the world, that was no excuse to neglect your teeth. Poor dental hygiene was the real crime! “Oh, and don’t be jealous, Presea,” Sheena said, noticing Presea’s wide-eyed glance at the bristly, bristly brush.

As Colette introduced the toothbrush to the bottom of Colette’s right foot, the savvy Ninja could see that she had made the right choice. The brushes quickly overwhelmed the ticklish blonde, sending her laughter to wilder and higher pitches hither to unreached. The dozens and dozens of tiny bristles were really having a powerful effect, as each miniscule prickle sent a new ticklish signal roaring through Colette’s body, and when the spot being scrubbed in question where those hyper ticklish arches, which were a massive cluster of tickle spots at the best of times, the end result was Colette laughing more than she ever had.

Yet after treating both of Colette’s arches to a thorough brushing, Colette still seemed no worse for wear, though her blonde hair had gotten a bit tussled and her cheeks were flushed a shade darker.

“Well, how are doing, Colette?” Sheena said, as the blonde panted for breath. “Still holding out?” Sheena reached down and after a quick stroke down Colette’s arch, loosened the stirrups so Colette’s toes could curl up and relax after the involuntary straining.

“Just fine,” Colette said, with a wide smile. “I hope you’re not finished,” she said with a giggle, wiggling her toes teasingly.

That made Sheena laugh. The girl had fire, there was no denying that.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be your turn soon…”


“Yeah,” Sheena pointed the toothbrush to Presea, whose feet flexed at the sight. “Wouldn’t want Presea to feel lonely and left out, would we?”

“That’s true,” Colette said, chuckling along with Sheena as the ninja girl took her seat in front of Presea’s petite feet, brush in hand.

“Oh… just do it,” Presea said, scrunching her face up in anticipation of the tickling blitz that was about to befall her.

“Accepted your fate, huh?” Sheena said, quirking an eyebrow. “Or is someone starting to enjoy it…” the shrewd ninja girl said with a knowing smile, dragging a finger down Presea’s arch. The pink-haired girl had no reaction aside from a repressed snort, though the flush in her cheeks grew to match her vibrant pink hair.

“Guess we’ll have to tickle the truth out of you then!” Sheena said.

“You can try...” Presea said, in a voice full of confidence. She even opened her toes wide, as if to dare Sheena to do launch her most ferocious tickle attack yet. And she did.

“Enough talk, time to hear you laugh!” Sheena said, as she introduced the toothbrush to the bottom of Presea’s left foot, while Sheena’s fingers kept the right occupied.  Presea surged forward in her binds as she felt the bristles make their first kiss on her tender soles, before collapsing on the bed again, giggling with reckless laughter. Okay, she hadn’t expected the toothbrush to be that bad… Ten fingers had been bad enough, but each bristle felt like a tiny finger in itself!

After scrubbing her left foot for a while, the toothbrush switched feet, just so the right foot could get a taste of it too, making Presea’s laughter, which had diminished slightly as she got used to the scratchy toothbrush, start roaring with laughter again.

When the dental-tool-turned-tickle-torture-weapon started brushing near Presea’s pink-pedicured toes, and under them, Presea immediately closed them, but luckily, Sheena knew just how to open them again. Sheena moved her other hand over to double team the foot in question, and clawed her nails at Presea’s rosy heels till the toes sprang open again, rewarding Presea for her defiance with a thorough cleaning underneath and between those bubble-like toes for her trouble.

After a while, Sheena began targeting one foot at a time, concentrating on mapping all the ticklish spots on each foot, pulling back the toes, and digging in deep.

“Looks like your left foot is more ticklish for some reason,” Sheena observed, after treating the left foot to a in-depth scouting session where every inch of ticklish foot was probed for its ticklish treasure.

“You know, with your pink hair, it would almost be an injustice to not play this little piggy…”


“Oh, yes…” Sheena said with a titter, as she started wiggling to the tiny toes on Presea’s right foot. She would save those deliciously ticklish toes on the left till the end.  

Sheena teased the toes on by one, starting with the biggest toe, and spending the most time on the tiny, ticklish little toe, making sure to delay things to draw out the suspense.

“Do you know what the last piggy did?” Sheena asked, as she scratched insistently underneath Presea’s little toe.


“Good! It went wee-wee-wee all the way home!” Sheena said with a cackle, flying all ten of her fingers down Presea’s right sole, even adding the toothbrush in for her grand finale.

“Gahahaha!” Presea spluttered, tossing her head wildly as her ticklish little piggies did their desperate little dance. “It tihihihiickle sohohoho muhuhuhuch!”

“I guess that means you give up, huh?” Sheena said, her head raised high with pride. She had been out of practice, but she knew she hadn’t lost her touch. She was still the master of tickling.

Presea looked like she was about to nod and admit defeat, but suddenly she grinned and started laughing again. Sheena had just playfully tapped the toothbrush along the side of Presea’s feet to expedite the process of surrender. After the pink-haired girl panted for breath, she had one thing to say: “No.”

“No?” Sheena repeated, convinced she must have misunderstood somehow. Presea had been laughing her head off! Surely she wanted to give up!

Sure enough, even Presea didn’t seemed to know what she had said that, though she had the same quiet confidence air about her that she always had. “No. I can take it.”

“Way to go, Presea!” chimed Colette, her voice cheerful and encouraging. “We can take much of this! This tickling is nothin’!”

Bolstered by Colette’s words of encouragement, Presea even splayed her bubbly digits wide-open as a dare to her torturess. “Yeah! I could do this all day! Tickle my toes as much as you want!”

Sheena laughed; her laughter was a mixture of confusion and respect for her two ticklish friends. Both of them were off-the-charts ticklish, yet they refused to yield. Maybe they really were made of sterner stuff than those she had plied her craft on previously.

“You sure, Presea? Really want me to bring out the big guns?”

Presea licked her lips and nodded, fiery determination blazing in her eyes.

“Well, you got it,” Sheena said, with a nod. “Happy to give me a hand, Colette?”

Collete nodded, surprised by the invitation. “We’ll be double-teaming Presea, since she’s so confident in her skills,” Sheena explained, amused by the way Presea gasped at this new information. “It’ll be your turn after this, of course,” Sheena added.

Colette giggled. “And your turn after that, Sheena?”

“We’ll see…” Sheena said slowly, as she loosened Colette’s straps.

The blonde girl slid off the bed, rubbing her wrists before taking her place as Presea’s feet. “It’s annoying that they seem cuter than mine,” she pouted. “But they sure look a lot more ticklish!”

“Your arches are way more ticklish than mine!” Presea retorted, before gulping as Sheena suddenly straddled the pink-haired girl’s midsection.

“Less talk, more laughter!” Sheena said, as she started poking her fingers in and around Presea's hips.

“Fihihihihine!” Presea said, as uncontrollable laughter began flowing from her lips once more. With Sheena attacking Presea’s midsection with her marauding fingernails, Presea’s view of Collete was obstructed, which was very, very bad, as the blonde girl starting digging into the trapped ticklish soles on display with gusto.

Colette’s fingers were tentative at first, as fitting for a newbie tickler, but Presea’s ultra ticklish soles were the best starting place for a beginner, as just about everywhere was super vulnerable to just about everything.

Of course, Sheena’s expert ticklish touch was having no such problem, as they unleashed a ticklish storm on Presea’s upperbody. Sheena’s fingers were a whirlwind, flying from spot to spot in an earnest attempt to tickle the pink-haired heroine to insanity. The ninja would wiggle five nimble fingers in Presea’s stretched-out armpits for a few moments, and then darted downwards, poking the sides and ribcage, skittering across Presea’s toned  stomach, before diving back into and then back up into her armpits.

Colette had also started to get the hang of things, using one hand to fold back Presea’s squirming, spasming toes, and the other to scratch her nails all over the vulnerable undersides of those deathly ticklish toes. True enough, Presea’s arches weren’t nearly as bad as her own, but those pretty pink-painted toes more than made up for it.

 “Ready to give up yet?” Sheena said, over the din of Presea’s wild laughter. The pink-haired girl shook her head wildly. “If you can last five more minutes, we’ll stop,” Sheena said, jerking a thumb over her should to gesture to the clock in the room while her other hand dipped into Presea’s belly button. “Good luck!”

Presea barely had a moment to brace herself as Colette picked up the toothbrush, as the tickling began anew. But she knew one thing. She could take this. Much more of it too.

Little did the three of them know that their day of laughter was only just beginning. 

Star Wars TK: Cloud City Caper!

This story takes place before the events of Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back.


Cloud City was not the place for you if you were afraid of heights. The magnificent city, a pioneer of technological advancement, hovered 60,000 standard kilometres above the core of the gas giant, Bespin. The city was named for the fact that it was so high up in the planet’s atmosphere, one’s background was a perpetual swarm of those gigantic, mesmerizing clouds.

Level zero, which was a lavish, top-side surface-level plaza, was where Princess Leia departed from her spaceship. She took in the sights. She had seen more than her fair share of strange sights, but nothing was quite as breathtakingly captivating as the sights that Cloud City could give you.

Bespin did not have a reputation for beauty. This was understandable, as the surface of the planet was a scolding heat beyond what any humanoid could survive, and combined with its several layers of toxic gas, it had a reputation as a dangerous, volatile planet. It was a planet for prospectors, who wished to harvest the valuable gases housed within, but Leia felt that the coppery-clay planet held a certain raw beauty at the same time – at least from the vertiginous views of Cloud City, anyway. Perhaps she would feel differently if she was actually at the surface of the planet, or one of the lower levels of Cloudy City where the miners and factory workers resided, but in any case, from her vantage point, the view was stunning.

Yet Leia had work to do, much as she would enjoy admiring the view from Level 0, or exploring the Tourist district from Level 1-50 which held all manner of entertainment from casinos to theatres, in addition to several luxury hotels which had gotten very good reviews on the holonets.

To better blend in with the tourists and gamblers that loitered around Cloud City, today, Leia had eschewed her Rebel combat fatigues in favour of a white overcoat, a red blouse with matching red slacks. On her feet, she wore her usual dark nylon stockings under white high-heeled boots.

Han Solo, insolent but somewhat-reliable rogue that he was, had told her that his old buddy, Baron Lando Calrissian, was in charge of Cloud City in some kind of administrative position, and Leia had come to Cloud City to do a little bit of reconnaissance. Her plan was to get a better measure of the city, maybe spend a few nights in a few luxurious lodgings, and find out the city’s disposition to the Empire and Rebels.

Thus, Leia’s first destination in the city was the high-rollers lounge of the galaxy-renowned grand hotel, Indulgence, which was known for its impeccably-dressed staff, its astonishing variety of cuisine, and the outlandishness of its entertainment.  Raised as royalty, Leia had rarely felt inferior to anyone in any situation, but this foreign feeling washed over her as she took in the sight of the casino. The humanoid women were breathtaking beauties, all clad in designer garb that must have cost  more than a royal ransom, with ostentatious amounts of jewellery that made them glimmer like a droid in sunlight. The men were as well-dressed, and perhaps only a shade less showy.

Han’s connections had done a good job, as Leia promptly made her way through the Indulgence’s security in no time. The high-rollers lounge was teeming with games so exotically obscure that Leia had no idea how to play them, with the exception of Pazaak. Of course, the house had the advantage, as the challenger was forced to go first in this game where you had to flip up cards to try to reach as close as you could to 20 without going over and ‘busting’.

Leia played a few hands, as she sipped from a fizzy, alcoholic beverage given to her by a ravishing twilek in a scantily-clad outfit. During her survey of the crowd of people here, she picked up smatters of conversations as wealthy men and women discussed recent affairs, just like all people did. There was some belly-aching about The Empire and its taxation, but most of the anguish was directed towards the Rebels and their damage to infrastructure and economy due to their guerrilla tactics. Leia couldn’t say she was certain if they had just swallowed the Empire’s propaganda hook line and sinker, or they really were that self-interested. Pushing up from the table after tipping the dealer, Leia wondered what kind of reception the Rebels had down at the lower levels with the miners and the less fortunate members of society.

Searching for an exit was a struggle. Leia remembered an interior designer friend once telling her how Casinos were designed intentionally to be difficult to navigate, in order to ensnare people into spending more time and money there.  The casino seemed positively labyrinthine, especially as Leia realized the tall glass of green, bubbly liquid must have been a lot more potent than she expected, as she realized her head was spinning and she was begin to teeter and totter with every step. Perhaps wearing those fashionable high heeled boots had not been the best option.

Her strength suddenly abandoning her, Leia collapsed to the ground, the soft, plush carpet breaking her fall. Her consciousness ebbing away from her, she was relieved as two immaculately-tailored servants rushed to help her up, with a third reassuring other guests that she had simply slipped, and had drunk too much.

“Hello, Princess Leia…” the guard holding up Leia’s arms said, in a cruel facsimile of a friendly, subservient smile. “Fancy running into you here…” Leia tried to clench her fists and pull free, or open her mouth to scream for help, but she felt so sleepy, so sleepy….


Leia awoke to find herself in a familiar, yet, horrendous situation. She had been strapped to an ivory-white chair, with her arms tied behind it, pinning her to its non-optional comfort. Her legs were in a peculiar contraption, as they seemed to be tied to metal cords which bound them to the ceiling fan. She seemed to still be in the Indulgence hotel and casino, based on the tasteful wallpaper, but it looked like she had been taken to one of the private guest rooms. She could see a light on in what was probably the room’s washroom.

“Hello! Can anybody hear me?” Leia shouted, hoping desperately that an inquisitive neighbour or housemaid might stumble in and save her from his situation.

“Oh, I can hear you all right…” A cool, calm female voice said, from the other end of the room. Leia’s head turned as the mysterious woman made her appearance. First Leia saw a set of high-heeled, open-toed boots, showing off humanoid feet clad in black stockings. Toned legs and tight black slacks emerged as the woman took a step closer.  A tight grey coat with matching cap which contrasted nicely with the woman’s brown ponytail completed the look.

“Feeling comfy, Princess?” the woman asked, with faux sweetness. All it took was one full look at the entire outfit for Leia to get a measure of what she was dealing with. The imperial influence in her outfit was undeniable. The woman looked like a model for Imperial officer leisurewear with her shapely figure and high cheekbones.

Leia sighed. She had gone through enough of these to see where this was going. It was a bit jaded of her to think like this, but she had grown to accept that her ticklishness had become a galaxy-wide fact. She had resolved to nip this in the bud this time round, and just see if things would be a bit different. “Oh, I’m very comfortable. Thank you for the hospitality,” Leia said with mock politeness, being careful her response was delicately intermingled with sarcasm. Talking in such a manner was a must for any politician of note. Leia recalled she actually had instructors training her on Alderaan in how to achieve the perfect enunciation and lilt needed for maximum provocation.

This imperial woman blinked, and then recovered enough composure to sense Leia’s insolence. “Oh, we heard you would be defiant… I look forward to breaking you of that pride and arrogance…”

Leia rolled her eyes. “Oh no! Whatever will you do to me? Surely you don’t plan on torturing me to give you information on the rebels!” Leia wailed, her voice drenched in sarcasm.

The imperial narrowed her eyes, which would have looked menacing if not for her appearing like some kind of dancer who decided she wanted to try to be intimidating. “Oh, we have just the thing planned for you, Princess Leia…”

“Let me guess. You plan on tickling me on my feet? Gee, that’s never happened to me before! What a novel and innovative form of torture!” Leia said, her words heavily dosed with snark. Of course, Leia was still devastatingly ticklish on her nylon-clad feet, and she had a grudging feeling she would always be, but Leia hoped that by appearing so nonchalant about it, Leia might be able to dissuade her would-be torturer. If Leia was able to pull this off, it would be a heck of a story to tell Luke and Han and all the others!

The imperial woman definitely looked a little deflated by Leia’s defiance. She had probably expected a bit of shouting, struggling, and maybe even a bit of begging. It must have been disheartening to be so seen through. She probably imagined it would be such a twist, but hey, Leia was practically a veteran about this sort of thing by now. Leia almost wanted to apologize for hurting this imperial woman’s feelings. “How… how did you know?” the woman said in a small voice that made Leia feel inordinately guilty.

“Taking my shoes off already is a dead giveaway,” Leia said, and to her shock, the woman actually pulled out a datapad and began taking notes, as if Leia was some esteemed guest lecturer and the imperial was some wide-eyed student. “Oh, I’ve been around the block enough to recognize a set-up like this,” Leia said, gesturing with her head to the shackles around her wrists and ankles. “I’m just surprised you didn’t go for a standard stocks set-up. I guess you get points for creativity there.”

“Yeah, we commissioned a new set of restraints just for this! They’re really artistic with their work, aren't they?” the imperial grinned, clapping her hands together. She walked over and began to stroke the straps that held Leia’s wrists. “We even bio-engineered some feathers just for the occasion because we heard you were especially susceptible to them,” the woman gushed excitedly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a pair of feathers, one red and one blue. They definitely looked fluffier and decidedly more dangerous than standard feathers.

“Impressive,” Leia nodded.

“Awww, you really think so?” the imperial said, putting a hand to her chest in gratitude. “You’re very kind. I’m Dorn Lokelai, by the way.”

“Well, Miss Lokelai, now that we’ve got the introductions out of the way, what do you say to letting me out?” Leia asked, holding her breath as she wondered if she might somehow be able to bluff her way out of an interrogation session.

Dorn tilted her head and ran long, slender fingernails through her lush brown hair.

“I don’t know, Princess. You look pretty cute all tied up like this,” she said, with a playful smile as she used an index finger to ever so slightly tease down Leia’s right foot. “Why should I do that?”

“What makes you think you can break me? I’ve been doing this for a while now,” Leia stated, with her senatorial air of confidence. She hoped Dorn didn’t notice the shivers that were going up her body from just that one fingernail sliding across the arch of her silky-soft foot.

“Hmmm, that is true…” Dorn said, pulling the finger away, and cupping her face in her hands in a dejected manner.

An uncomfortable silence then followed, as this strange imperial agent, Dorn, pouted while Leia struggled against her bonds as she pondered if there was anything she could say.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” Dorn said, her face brightening. “How about you give me some tips! I’m sure you know what’s effective and what’s not!”

It took a moment for Leia to process what had just been said, as it was so outlandishly odd. Was Dorn expecting Leia to just offer up the secrets of her own ticklishness to her? Leia took a moment to study this odd Imperial officer that sat in front of her. Wide-eyed, jiggling her legs, and grinning, she reminded Leia of an over-excited student going to her first lesson at a new school. She was eager to please, eager to learn, and eager to impress the teacher. That seemed to be Leia in this case. Leia didn’t sense much malice in the girl, but you never knew with these imperial types, as it could all be a ruse. The earnest look on her face almost made Leia feel sorry for her. Leia had to approach this carefully if she wanted to escape…

“How about we make a deal? You let me out, and I’ll tell you all the secrets of the trade,” Leia said, noting the way Dorn’s eyes sparkled in delight at the sound of the offer. “That sound fair?”

“It does!” Dorn said, clapping her hands in joy. “But I do have a slight problem with your offer…” she said, her voice suddenly dropping.

Leia sighed mentally. She had been so close. It had almost worked…

“I don’t want you to have all the fun! I think a hands-on experience is a much better way to learn from a master such as yourself,” Dorn said, as she pulled out a remote. Suddenly, the straps around Leia’s right foot and right wrist slackened, yet the other half of Leia’s limbs remained entangled.

“What’s going on?” Leia said, using the newfound freedom of her right hand to scratch her head in puzzlement. 

Leia got her answer as Dorn, continuing to subvert every tickle torture tradition and tenet in the book, unzipped the high-heeled boot from her right foot and slid it into the straps, right within Leia’s grasp. Leia stared at the nylon-covered foot practically right in her lap.

“Let’s start the lesson, teacher!” Dorn said, with a wide grin, her dark eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. “I’m ready when you are!”

“W-well, I’m not really sure I’m the best teacher…” Leia said, hoping her reluctance was not too obvious. This hadn’t quite been what she had in mind. Dorn was rubbing her nimble fingers across Leia’s left foot, which was still firmly strapped into the contraption. Leia could tell that Dorn was doing her best to give Leia a soothing foot massage as a sort of warm-up, but Leia had always had the kind of feet which did not respond well to stimulation of any kind. Naturally, the nylon stockings weren’t doing her any favours either.

“Now’s not the time to be modest, come on! I want to learn now!” Dorn said, a hint of a hard, sharp urgency in her voice. Dorn’s feet were not really strapped tightly in, and Leia was aware that it was definitely in the imperial’s power to simply retract the offer, pull her own feet back, and then tickle Leia’s senseless. Even with one hand free, it wasn’t like Leia really had the power to deter the imperial officer, especially when Dorn had a blaster at her hip while all Leia really had in her possession at present was a pair of very ticklish nyloned feet.

“Okay, well, errr,” Leia said, her mind reeling back to the innumerable times she had found herself on the wrong end of the feather, as well as the few and far between moments when she had actually been doling out the tickling for once.

“I would say the most important thing is remembering everyone is different,” Leia said, her mind going through all the platitudes she had heard growing up. She stopped just short of saying everyone was a super special unique snowflake because surely Dorn would catch her out on that.

“Ahhh, so the same technique does not work on everyone,” Dorn said, nodding. She took out her datapad again and began inputting notes. “So I guess the first logical step would be a bit of reconnaissance, right? To see what works and what does not?” Dorn said, her voice hopeful, like a student daring to answer a question she was not that confident about.

“E-exactly! Well done!” Leia said, as she took this as her cue to begin tickling Dorn’s foot. This making it up as you go along stuff was hard! Thankfully Dorn’s ticklishness was off-the-charts, just like Leia, so they spent a few minutes just tickling each other into hysterics.

During this tickling warm-up, Leia’s fingers mapped across every inch of Dorn’s nylon-clad feet, scanning for ticklish spots, which was something Leia had always done purely on instinct, like there was some deep force within her pushing her onto the right path. Leia had always had and trusted this helpful inner reflex, but it seemed Dorn didn’t have the same intuition Leia had – her finger strokes clustered around the centre of Leia’s foot, around those high, wrinkly arches, which were undoubtedly a tremendously ticklish spot, but it was a bit of a wasted opportunities when there was so much other ticklish real estate to plumb for treasures of mirth.

Leia knew she would regret this, but she had to approach this honestly, or her ‘pupil’ might decide she would rather take her education into her own hands, and tickle torture the heck out of her former teacher.

“Dohohohon’t stick to one spohohohot!” Leia said, her left eye twitching as she spoke.  Nodding eagerly, Dorn’s hands began to meander from spot to spot, tracing upwards to quest along those toes, and lower to give those rosy heels experimental strokes, making Leia immediately regret her words. Damnit, this educating stuff was tougher than it looked!

“It really seems like there’s no wrong way to go about tickling your feet,” Dorn said, with a chuckle as her fingers skittered up the sides of Leia’s feet. Having her own advice used against her and then being mocked for her ticklishness stoked Leia’s princess pride. She wouldn’t take it! Leia retaliated, tickling with a new ferocity as she went right at the ball of the foot, where Dorn seemed to be hiding a trove of soft spots.

“You’re oneheheheone to tahahalk!” Leia said, concentrating on the ticklish nylon-clad foot in front of her. “Yohohohohou are juhuhuhust as tihihicklish as mehee!”

Dorn made a face like she wanted to refute this fact, but the tickling on her feet was too intense to make any kind of meaningful retort. She scrunched up her face and bit her lip, but laughter kept bursting through nonetheless.

“Dohohohon’t hold it in!” Leia said, as she let the ticklish laughter burst from her lips freely. “You’ll tihihihire yoursehehelf out!” Leia was surprised that she was giving such honest counsel. Perhaps she did feel sympathetic towards this Imperial Agent. Dorn had a lot of the youthful vivacity that Leia recognized in herself, when she was younger, more idealistic, and less wary of the dark ways of the world. And she definitely had the same persistence, as she refused to give up to laughter due to Leia’s ticklish onslaught on her nyloned foot, even redoubling her efforts to strike back at this rebel scum.

 For ten more minutes, this continued, both women too stubborn to give ground or surrender.  For a while the two ladies’ laughter merged together to create a silly symphony of mirth, as high-pitched and melodious as the finest opera singers on Coruscant.

Leia noticed a defiance streak in Dorn, which Leia found herself respecting. The first proper times Leia had found herself tickled, often, she would simply lay back and take the tickling, the teasing almost having a submissive effect on her, but Dorn showed none of that sense of self-defeat. Her first instinct to the tickling was to strike back, and harder.

“Guhhhh!” Dorn grunted, as she ceased her tickling assault on Leia’s feet to put her hands on her head. “It’s sohohohoho hard to concentrahahate like this!”

“Well, it wouldn’t do for me to make it easy for you,” Leia said, stroking her nails under Dorn’s pedicured toes insistently. “Real life is rarely that simple.”

Dorn’s head suddenly snapped up, as if she had come to some great revelation. There was something predatory in Dorn’s grin as she murmured, “Oh, that’s true…”

She reached for her belt, and after the push of a button, Leia suddenly found her arms and ankles trapped again, pulled back by the straps that had just whizzed to life. Leia should have guessed it wouldn’t have been that easy


Leia barely had a moment before Dorn was going full force into both feet at once.

“Nohohohoho fahahahair!” was the best Leia could muster as Dorn traced circles on her heels.

“How so?” Dorn asked, her voice innocent. “You said it yourself. It’s unrealistic. I would never get tickled while tickling, after all,” she said, as she moved her fingers to the other side of Leia’s nyloned feet, dragging her nails down the top of the feet, making Leia’s feet flex forward.

“I think an authentic situation makes the best lesson, you would agree with that, wouldn’t you?” Dorn said, using Leia’s own oratory against her, as she went for Leia’s toes, putting her fingers between them and scratching all around them with her nails.

Dorn was a quick student, clearly having picked up more of Leia’s lessons than the princess had realized. As Leia’s giggling turned into full-blown laughter, it was clear Dorn was going to be spending a lot of time in there, having decided the toes were Leia’s weak spot. It would almost be an inspirational tale of rapid improvement if Leia wasn’t laughing herself silly at the time, as Dorn was using those fiendish nails of hers to scrape the soft spaces between Leia’s toes in a sharp, downward motion.

“I dihihihisagre with thihihihis!” Leia said, howling with laughter at her toes were tormented. She just couldn’t work out this Dorn Lokelai. She had turned from treacherous to gullible to treacherous again, though keeping track of this sort of thing was again becoming difficult as Dorn’s talons began digging up and down Leia’s high arches.

“Awww, don’t be mad at me…” Dorn said, her face a demoralized pout, which was in total odds with her fingers, which continued to skate up and down the bottoms of Leia’s nylon-clad feet. “Just let me have this last bit of hands-on practice!

After a few moments were Leia said nothing, well, she did laugh and roar at Dorn to stop, but that didn’t count, Dorn frowned. “Pleaseeeee,” she said, her voice a low whine. “We’re almost done, I promise!”

Not knowing what else could be done, Leia managed to wrestle back control of her mouth long enough to burble out a quick “Fine!”

Giggling to herself, Dorn gave Leia’s feet one last ravenous, ticklish assessment.

She would carefully, gently trace one fingernail down the very centre of Leia’s arch, one foot at a time. “I always was a bit of a kinaesthetic learner myself,” Dorn said with an apologetic shrug, though this symbolic gesture of regret did nothing to ease the sensations of rampaging fingers across her soles.

Leia had been so hopeful… that maybe, just maybe, she would be able to get out of this quandary tickle-free, though clearly it simply was not meant to be. That wasn’t to mean the whole trip to Cloud City had been a wasted endeavour, however. Leia had enjoyed the sights, and she recovered valuable intelligence for the Rebel Alliance. The fact the Empire was watching this outpost with keen eyes was definitely something worth remembering. In terms of reconnaissance, Leia had also discovered something in this odd, eccentric Imperial Agent.

Gnawing on her lower lip, Dorn’s face was that of supreme concentration as she stroked all four fingernails up and down the bottoms of Leia’s feet in a light, skittering attack, as if she was admiring a velvety fabric at a high-end boutique. Leia had it on good authority her nylon-clad soles were much softer than silk, in any case. The Imperial Agent continued to apologize as her fingers traced up and down the very centre of Leia’s high arches. Even under ticklish duress, Leia knew that Dorn was someone who adored tickling, but the guiltless, honourable, conscientious kind. In other words, the kind she would never find in the service of the Empire. When the time was right, Leia would extend a partisanship to this tickle-crazed Imperial. Perhaps a ticklish apprenticeship of sorts, under Leia’s expert tutelage, of course, would be a good idea. There would be a lot of demonstrations, needless to say.

Leia would do that as soon as Dorn’s fingers stopped scratching under her toes. Though based on the fervour with which she was teasing and stroking the sensitive undersides, it could be a while, as the room echoed with Leia’s wild laughter.

Star Wars TK: Mysteries of Yavin 4


Imperial Officer Por'sha Verone set down her imperial issue T-wing fighter at a flat expanse on a grassy knoll near the massive ruined temple on Yavin 4. The Empire’s embarrassing battle had occurred here only a few days prior, and Verone had been assigned as one of the rescue squads who were there to salvage resources and personnel from this fiasco. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around what had happened… those ragtag rebels teaming up with the local savages to destroy the largest technological marvel the Empire had ever created, the magnificent Death Star. It honestly felt like a dream. 

But I guess I should be a little grateful that it happened… or else I wouldn’t be here, Verone thought, before resenting herself for being so selfish. She had always been fascinated with history, so to visit a place so steeped in history like the 4th moon of the gas giant Yavin, Yavin 4, had long been a desire of hers. The Great Temple of Yavin 4 had once been known as the Massassi Temple, which had been built by the red-skinned Massassi people on the orders of the Sith Lord Naga Sadow. For such a small moon in a remote and unheard of sector, it had played a surprising impact in many galactic events, such as the seduction of Jedi Knight Exar Kun to the dark side and the destruction of Sith Lord Freedon Nadd during the Great Sith War, and many a ferocious duel between Jedi and Sith during the Clone Wars. As a senior imperial officer, Verone had been given access to classified libraries of information on Coruscant, and she had always loved to peruse the histories of the Jedi and Sith, especially considering the Empire’s current war against the remnants of the treacherous, traitorous Jedi. 

Her short dark hair billowing in the air, Verone’s high imperial-issue boots clumped across the mossy fields of Yavin 4 as she stalked towards the Great Temple. The ziggurat building was a sight to behold, even in its ruined and battered state. Thin green vines crept along the stone structure like snakes, making Verone’s heart skip a beat as she slowly made her way into the temple. By the time she passed through a thick woody underbrush, her grey uniform was flecked with green spots of dew and moss. Verone hoped it would camouflage her somewhat in case she ran into any rebels. This was a strictly search-and-recover mission. Verone had been dispatched along with hundreds of other scouts in the hopes of rendezvousing with any survivors from the blundering battle that had taken place here, and Verone was under strict orders to avoid contact and radio for help the second she ran into any company – friendly or hostile.

Verone’s reconnaissance orders had actually been to investigate the areas along the outskirts of the Temple, but she just had to see the Temple for herself having encountered it so often in her texts. And the bucolic temple was still a sight to behold, despite how dilapidated and overgrown it had gotten over the years. Oh, what the Temple must have been like in its heyday! The sight of the majestic monument alone was enough to make Verone want to gambol and frolic.

Yet when Verone took her first step into the gargantuan interior of the temple, her boots echoing across the stained stone floors, Verone felt a powerful sense of unease grip her. Verone knew nothing about the Force, save what she had heard from rumours about Lord Vader and how he often found other officers’ lack of faith disturbing, but even she could feel the grips of something… dark and foreboding in this Temple. And in a moment, Verone’s effervescent euphoria gave way to trepidation and fear, as every creak of the stone walls or rustle of the leaves sounded like a Rebel army preparing to ambush her and do unspeakably villainous things to innocent heroines like herself. Her joy at discovering the true temple was evanescent, as fleeting as first love, as the dark aura of the Force which resided there began to creep into the crevices of her soul. She shivered as she drew her blaster. Reading about it in books was one thing, but once you actually arrived… things were not always to your expectations. She descended down a stony corridor, feeling claustrophobic as if all the walls was pressing in upon her, though she knew that must be her mind playing tricks on her.

“Deep breaths, girl, deep breaths…” she murmured to herself as she passed by a chamber which saw recent signs of use. “Now what do we have here?”

With her scouting instincts, Verone took a quick measure of the room. There was a torn sleeping bag on one side of the room, with survival supplies scattered across the floor: medpacks, stims, foodstuffs, that sort of thing. The most eye-catching feature of the room was the great stone carvings on the wall that depicted scenes of what Verone presumed were the Massassi in various acts of prostration to their Sith overlords. More than one of these scenes showed what Verone could also assume were acts of torture, as even the worn, faded expressions that she could make out on the stone etchings showed unmistakable signs of anguish. Even though the carvings had been worn by time and plant alike, the faces of the suffering creatures was still vivid enough to send goosebumps running across Verone’s pale skin. At the foot of the wall was a stone statue about the size of a footstool. Many of its sculpted features were illegible, but Verone could not help but think it reminded her of the face of some horned demonic creature.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Verone told herself she was being silly. It was just an old statue! There was nothing demonic or paranormal about this place! Although even as she repeated these words to herself, Verone could feel a dark aura surrounding her, making it hard to breathe as if the air itself was toxic. Not having any genuine experience with Force, Verone did not know that the residual Force energies in an old Temple like this were not to be underestimated…

Letting her curiosity get the better of her, Verone stepped forward to examine the wall carvings more closely. She was so mesmerized by the stone etchings that she did not notice the canopy of vines that clumped around the tops of the wall that slowly snaked down to her ankles and wrists and began to coil…

So caught up in deciphering the message of the stone walls, Verone was caught totally off-guard as she suddenly felt mossy sashes wind around her wrists and ankles. Yelping in shock, Verone flailed her limbs in a desperate bid for freedom, but only succeeded in dropping her blaster pistol and communicator in the process. Realizing that the game was up, the vines roared to life, wrenching Verone forward. Verone made a desperate twist of her body, but only succeeding in turning her body 180 degrees, so now her back was on the wall as the vines constricted her limbs tightly like some powerful, predatory serpent.

As her wrists were spread about her head, the vines gripping her ankles suddenly showed surprising dexterity as they tugged off Verone’s high boots, exposing her soft, nyloned soles. The demonic head that had haunted her so then became the resting place for these exposed beauties, with the head’s horns slotting in Verone’s ankles perfectly.

“Well... I guess this is what I should have expected exploring some kind of abandoned temple,” Verone said with a tone of resignation. Sarcasm and snark were her coping mechanisms, and they had always served her well in this regard. “Hello? Can anyone help me out? A bit tied up over here!”

The only response to Verone’s calls for help was a barely intelligible muttering that seemed to hover just within her range of hearing ominously. Then, as if in response to Verone’s pleas, the vines that bound her limbs suddenly whirled to life, with… ticklish intentions.

Verone could only shudder in surprise as the feather-light strokes landed on her exposed nylon soles, and her biceps. She let loose her first proper giggle as a vine trickled down the nape of her neck all the way down to her collarbones, sending shivers down her spine as it did so. The whole situation made no sense! Why was this happening! Verone’s mind went reeling back to the signs of torment she had observed on the stone carvings, as she suddenly had a sickening realization of what they must have gone through.

As more and more vines spawned and began to descend on her ticklish skin, she tugged and tugged at her thorny prison, but the plant life was rigid and unyielding as an Imperial siege. A few of the vines had travelled lower and seemed to have discovered how ticklish Verone was along her ample rump, which twitched and twerked with every stroke that landed along there or along the insides of her thighs. She was eternally grateful that at least no one was here to see her embarrassing situation. How would her colleagues be able to take her seriously once they learned how ridiculously ticklish she was?

Her only consolation was that despite her supreme sensitivity, she had not burst into hysterics at the present moment. She had lost her communicator on the floor, but the Imperial-issue device came with a fail-safe that sent out an automatic signal if one’s position and status was not updated every ten standard minutes. Verone tried to steady herself in the certainty that help would be coming soon, and the only real damage she had taken was to her pride. Besides, how long would this last? Before too long the vines would stop their dance, and she would be able to see about freeing herself, Verone decided, biting her lip as she decided to bide her time. Right now, she saw no other option.

The probing vines seemed to sense Verone’s mental state though, and seeing their prey’s confident, calm state, they set about breaking their captive sooner, rather than later. It started with a tingle at her left armpit. Grunting, Verone gritted her teeth and craned her neck down to stare at the new invader which was dipping into without doubt one of her worst spots. She had a co-worker who liked to greet her by poking a finger under her arms, and she had never been able to avoid reacting just as if she had just been jolted by lightning. Before long, the skittering, meandering vines coupled with her hypersensitive underarms had made Verone laugh her loudest and wildest yet, till her laughter was echoing across the walls of the ruined temple.

Even the vines hitting her feet had stepped up their game, as each foot had a thicket of vines attending to them, tracing shapes and writing letters, sweeping up and down the arches or flitting beneath the toes. Verone did her best to keep her ticklish toes curled, to protect the astonishingly sensitive webbing between them and the base of those slender, shapely digits, but it really was easier said than done when she had an infestation of vines hitting her at various other spots of the body. They even went after her ears, which Verone had never imagined would be so ticklish, but she guessed that you learnt something new every day.

Despite her whooping, shrieking laughter, Verone’s ears pricked up at the sound of footsteps. “I’m in heeheeheere! Hehehehelp mehehehe!” she called out in desperation.

The person who walked through the door, Verone’s would-be savior, was possibly the last person in the world she would have imagined to encounter; it was Princess Leia Organa.


“Well, now this is a surprise…” Princess Leia said, dressed all in white like an angel of death, as she strode into the corridor to take in the sight of the trapped and distressed Imperial officer.

“Um, yeah. This is a bit awkward, but I don’t suppose you might get me out of this? Pretty please?” Verone said, more in hope than in expectation. The Princess was supposed to be some kind of goody-two-shoes, wasn’t she? Surely she wouldn’t tacitly condone the cold-blooded torture of a defenceless prisoner such as herself!

“I’m usually the one finding my way into this sort of situation,” Leia said, evading Verone’s question as the princess dragged a sharp fingernail down the sole of Verone’s right foot, making the dark-haired woman yelp.

”So thehene suhurhurhurly you have s-s-sympathy for my situhahahation!” Verone said, stuttering and giggling over her words as Leia’s mischievous fingers trailed over the tops of her feet, spidering and teasing the insteps with her long fingers.

“You would think so, but I’m much more curious as to why exactly an Imperial Officer is here, of all places…” Leia said, leaving Verone’s poor, tormented feet alone for a while as she went to dig into her bag. She brandished a stiff feather which Verone recognized as belonging to one of the indigenous avian species in the area. “I didn’t think I would get to use this, but I guess life always takes you in unexpected directions.”

“Um, can we talk about this?” Verone said, curling her toes in nervous anticipation of the bristles of that feather hitting her super ticklish, nylon-clad feet.

“Sure we can. How’s about you start by telling me about your mission?” Leia said threateningly, twirling her feather between her fingers.

“Errrr, I don’t suppose you’d rather tell me why the forces of this temple attacked me and not you?” Verone said, finally vocalizing the nagging question she had formulated ever since Leia swaggered into the room, totally unbeleaguered by the vines that had tortured her so. Verone would honestly much prefer discussing this topic than her classified military information, but somehow she doubted Leia would be quite so accommodating.

“Maybe after you trade me the information about the Empire’s movements,” Leia said sweetly, as the feather swished and swept across Verone’s nylon-covered, helpless feet. With their position dangling off the ends of the statue and bound by the vines, they were in no position to put up any meaningful resistance as the feather swept all over them.

“Ohohohohoho comehehehehe on! I wahahahahant to knohohohohohow!” Verone squealed truthfully, as her cheeks reddened from the sustained exertion of so much involuntary laughter. She tuned from side to side, her short dark hair flapping, but there was no escaping Leia’s masterfully wielded feather as it flitted from ticklish spot to ticklish spot.

“Well, I want to know about your Imperial orders too. So hopefully we both get to know what we want before long, eh?” Leia said sternly, as she began pestering one foot as a time with precise strokes from the stiff white and grey feather. The feather would tease in between the squirming, wiggling toes, before darting down to slide up and down Verone's high, wrinkly arch in a series of slow, steady strokes. After dusting the heels for a while, it would then move up again to focus on the ball of her feet and her toes once more, repeating the cycle again.

Verone tried to cross one foot over the other in an attempt to protect the poor ticklish foot that was under a feathery siege, but this merely had the effect of changing targets, as Leia’s feather simply had its way with the ‘protecting’ foot instead, till the ticklish torment was too much to endure and the other foot came over to take one for the team. Even curling her toes did not work, as although Verone would certainly prefer her toes were unmolested by the fiendish torments of the feather, it was impossible for them to remain clamped shut for long, as simply brushing over them was a powerful enough sensation to get the ticklish digits to spring open, granting the feather easy access to the devastating spots within.

“Gahahahahha, just tehehehell meeeeheee!” Verone squeaked, going insane from the tinkling tickles. Yet, to her surprise, Leia actually acquiesced to her request.

“I’m not actually sure myself. Luke says this temple has traces of the Force, and as a result, people strong in the Force can influence the Temple itself to attack intruders. Apparently a lot of strange Sith and Jedi stuff happened here a while ago at the Maharati Temple,” Leia said, while still casually flicking the feather from one ticklish foot to the other.

“The Mahahahassassihihihi Tehehemple, dohohohohont get ihihihit wrohohong!” Verone howled, Leia’s error regarding the naming of the Great Temple bothering her more than all the tickling she had endured put together. How could you forget such a memorable name!

“I don’t like your tone,” Leia said sternly. “Despite all the laughter, you still seem like a rather insolent sort of Imperial Officer to me. Hopefully this teaches you a lesson.” On that note, Leia put down the feather and used her slender fingers to launch a full-fledged, ten-fingered assault on Verone’s tender, nyloned tootsies.

Verone let loose a little gasp of surprise, and was then positively hiccupping with laughter as ten savage fingernails had their way with her vulnerable soles. The feeling of nails on her nylon soles seemed to be working wonders on the pretty little Imperial captive, Leia noted. The tone of Verone’s laughter had risen steadily, and was now peppered with constantly little gasping hiccups of laughter, which Leia found quite aesthetically pleasing. It was always a pleasure to be the one hearing the ticklish laughter as opposed to the one delivering it.

“it seems you like my nails… how about we try this on for size!” Leia said with a giggle, as she abandoned Verone’s feet for the moment to have a go at Verone’s stomach. Leia rolled up Verone’s uniform till a toned, muscular abdomen was exposed. Leia whistled, and after a mocking comment about how the Imperial officers must find a lot of time for sit-ups, began brushing her fingers slowly across Verone's bare stomach. Perhaps it had been the prolonged tickle assault, but now Verone could not even play at resistance, as she immediately began giggling like a little girl, much to her own shame.

"Nohohohohot my tuhuhuhuhumy! Plehehehease! Prihihihincess Leheheeia!”

“Good to see you finally addressing me by my proper title,” Leia smiled, as her fingers never stopped their questing along the pale, flat belly. “I can see the tummy tickling is doing wonders for your manners,” she giggled, as she began to pick up the pace and flew her merciless fingers all along the incredibly ticklish abdomen.

The poking, prodding, and grabbing sensations were very different from the stroking and scratching that had agonized her feet, but they were no less bearable, Verone realized, as Leia began to knead the tender flesh of her muscular lower stomach, pinching at her abs with both nimble hands. Verone tried to squirm and twist away, but the contractions only seemed to make it tickle even more! And to make matters worse, it wasn’t long till Leia discovered a particularly sweet spot by digging in to each side of her abdomen, pressing straight into the muscle, which made Verone let loose a high-pitched shriek every time without fail. After Verone’s stomach was reddening from the sustained tickle assault, Leia began to deviate to other nearby spots, such as grabbing at the ribs or squeezing the hips. It wasn’t long before she would return to that toned tummy again though, as it seemed to be a bonafide goldmine of ticklishness.

“Fun enough, but it seems like the best spot really is here,” Leia said, as she slowly dragged her nails down Verone’s thighs and shins till she reached the trapped nylon clad soles again.

“And I can sense you just need a little more persuasion, eh?” Leia said, diving her fingers straight into Verone’s toes quickly before pulling out again. Verone gasped for air, wiggling her toes to try to get the feeling of fingers running out of them.

Leia decided to use the feather again, only for her grand finale she would be using two – one for each ticklish foot. The feathers again swept up and down the ticklish nooks and crannies on the nyloned feet which Leia had come to know so well during their time together. After treating both feet to kisses of the feather, without warning, she moved suddenly both feathers to Verone’s right foot, licking one up the sole with one feather as the other wiggled down. Amused by Verone’s ticklish yelp of laughter, Leia repeated this move with the left foot, constantly bouncing from sole to sole as soon as she noticed any desensitivity. Leia loved the way Verone would scrunch her shapely toes and try to block the tickling out, as that just made Leia focus her feathery attacks on the tops of the feet until Verone opened her toes back up again. Then the feathers hastily got themselves reacquainted with the undersides and pads of the toes again.

Verone’s laughter was musical to Leia’s ears – high pitched, but not high enough to be grating, and with a certain melodious quality to it. It was perhaps the last thing Leia would have imagined in an Imperial Officer! You didn’t expect an Imperial Officer to have the giggle of a giggling teenage girl.

Leia stopped the machinations of her feathers as she saw Verone nearing the limit of her mental endurance. This was an interrogation, sure, but there was no need for malice. Verone huffed and puffed as she tried to catch her breath, her mind reeling as she wondered how she could possible escape from this imbroglio. It seemed like she had no option left – she told Leia what she wanted to know. She spilled every bit of information she had, and trusted that maybe not all of the Rebels were the scum of the universe that the Empire always said they were. To her surprise, instead of putting a blaster shot between her eyes, Leia looked understanding. “You’re here to save your comrades. There’s no shame in that,” she said, as she reached up to the vines and wrenched one of Verone’s wrists free.

“You should be able to work yourself free in an hour. I advise you to leave Yavin 4 before long. I can’t say what the vines might do to you. It’s really out of my control,” Leia smiled, the vines wiggling gently at Verone’s nylon soles to emphasize the point.

“I don’t know what the Empire will do to you when they find out you’ve given away this information… so all I’ll say is the Rebel Alliance always has need of people who care about their comrades,” Leia said, with a smile.

As Leia walked away, all Verone could murmur was a phrase she had always seen repeated in her library entries but never quite grasped the significance off.

“May the Force be with you…”




Star Wars TK: Mara Jade vs Leia


Life as a leader of the Rebel Alliance was thrilling. Sure, the risk of death and imprisonment, the massive galactic stakes, and the incredible stress were not exactly good, but Leia had never felt more fulfilled in her life. She had always wanted to go out and make a difference, and here she was, her every move a mockery to the Empire which had proclaimed her downfall. Being one of the Empire’s premier targets, she often had to move from rebel base to base. Tonight she was spending the time at an opulent chateau near the Outer Rim on the planet of Naboo, which would have impressed even if it were not faute de mieux. Leia had always felt a kinship towards the lissom and passionate Queen Apailana, and the feeling had been mutual, as Apailana was a fervent supporter of the Rebel cause.

The Queen had dropped in, without warning, to visit Leia once, while Leia was conducting her regular ‘training sessions’ of her delightfully ticklish captain of guard, Kerry Altira. After taking a moment to digest the scene – Altira spread eagle on a bed as Leia dragged her nails all over Altira’s nyloned feet, the Queen had giggled and politely inquired if she could join the fun, and if perhaps she might get a turn on the bed in a short while.

Going out there fighting the good fight was rewarding and all that, but there was a lot to be said about receiving some downtime too. Han Solo and Chewbacca would be rendezvousing here in a few days time, and they would be setting off for some other gruelling trip before long. Leia had to admit she missed much of her old life in the palaces of Alderaan with her beloved parents, where any propinquity could be easily sated.

It was one reason why she was particularly enjoying her time here, as she sipped a glass of red wine from the chateau’s wine cellars. The wine was redolent, and Leia savoured every drop. Donning the sleek, elegant, white garb she currently wore instead of her regular fatigues or uniforms had just been a bonus.

She reclined on the pink couch, letting herself gently drift off to sleep, unaware of the red shadow that had infiltrated the villa and was skulking towards her…


Mara Jade crept through the ventilation ducts, ever so careful as she knew the slightest movement might trigger the anti-tampering sensors which were standard policy in palaces of this size. She stopped at a good spot, her emerald green eyes closed as she reached out with her mind’s eye to sense the presence of a certain Princess Leia Organa. Mara jade would have liked nothing more than to carve a bloody path to the princess and put an end to this rebellion, right here and now, but she found herself wondering about the nature of this woman who caused Vader and the Emperor so much strife – Mara Jade was nothing if not competitive. Besides, she was not here on imperial business, after all. It was a matter of personal pride.

In any case, the princess seemed to have learned from her mistakes. She was surrounded by an intricate defence system that even Mara Jade with her expert infiltration skills might have trouble breaching. Turrets, mines, poisonous gas traps, hundreds of guards, and battle droids… no expenses were spared when it came to this opulent place, it seemed.

So it seemed Mara Jade must opt for a different approach, one that that was perfect for someone as attuned to the dark side of the Force as she was. She flicked her flame-red hair out of her face as she exhaled deeply and began focusing her powers. She could sense that Leia was asleep, which would make things even easier.

It took a few moments for Mara Jade to conjure up the mental scenario she had in mind. When it came to manipulating dreams, the familiar was simpler, and often more haunting because of it. She recreated the room where Leia was napping in her mind’s eye – the plump, pink recliner, the ornate window with balcony, the polished blue marble floor, and the fragrant houseplants. Now all they needed were a few personal touches… Leia had already slipped out of her high-heeled white boots during her siesta, so that just made it even easier. Ropes binding Leia’s ankles together and then binding the ankles to the wooden bars of the recliner were swiftly added. It was likewise for the wrists. Now that the little details were all out of the way, all Mara Jade needed to do was summon Leia’s consciousness to the scenario she had created, and make her dramatic entrance. Mara Jade smiled a cold, wet smile. Oh, now this would be fun…


Clack, clack, clack.

Leia blinked groggily, as the loud clacking sound, like stones being dropped on a pristine marble floor, suddenly began to rouse her from her comfortable state. She tried to yawn, but found there was something cold and hard jammed in her mouth. She moved her hand to try to remove whatever the thing in her mouth was, but found she could not. They were tied together, and so were her ankles. Leia could feel her heart pounding as she groaned into the gag in her mouth as she tried twisting her body free from her confinements. She could feel that she was on the comfortable couch she had been dozing on, but it had suddenly materialized into a prison, as she felt thick rope binding her to the furniture. The clacking was getting louder, till it stopped just outside and the door was thrown open with a crash.

Leia gasped, and immediately tried to shout at the sight of the strange intruder. It was clear the sound of the clacking had been due to her high heels making contact with the pristine marble floors of the chateau. “Guards! Guards! To me!” Leia tried to cry, desperate for her calls to bring her defenders coming, but the gag prevented the sound from being anything other than a mumble.

“No one will be coming, Princess,” the mysterious woman with the flaming red-hair smiled as she reached down to pull the gag out of Leia's mouth. “It’s just you and me tonight.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Mara Jade, and I’m your worst nightmare…” the red-haired woman said, slowly clacking her way over to Leia’s trapped body. She wore a navy blue sleeveless jump suit with high heeled black boots, with a holster at her hip, and red goggles at her neck. Her skin tight suit accentuated the curves and muscles of her body, and with her high cheekbones, flaming red-hair, and emerald green eyes, she looked positively hawkish. She looked dangerous, in a word.

“How did you get in here? Where are my guards?” Leia demanded, struggling to get free of her ropes, but the bloody things were tied too tightly.

“Oh, those questions don’t matter right now,” Mara Jade said, purring as she hovered over Leia’s trapped, nylon clad feet like a bird of prey. “What matters is you are all mine right now,” the mysterious woman giggled, as she reached out a hand and pulled the Princess’s drink to her slender hands with the Force.

“You’re… a Jedi?” Leia said, her eyes growing wide as she witnessed the woman’s use of the Force.

“I thought you’d be smarter than that, Princess,” Mara Jade laughed, shaking her head. “My training is a lot more thorough than the lies and half-truths that the Jedi dump on their hapless students. I can do things with the Force that you cannot imagine. For instance…” Mara Jade’s cold green eyes suddenly bore into Leia, and Leia suddenly found herself acutely aware of the cool air on her exposed soles, the tight bonds intensifying the sense of helplessness, and the unmistakable presence of this strange, dangerous woman. Adrenaline was coursing through Leia’s body, as she felt every nerve stand on end as the woman pulled out an orange feather from her belt and began lightly stroking Leia’s right foot. Immediately, Leia felt her whole body jolt as that lone feather somehow managed to tickle her more than anything had in her entire life. All her previous brushes with tickling felt like mere games compared to this – what had this woman done to Leia’s mind?

The feather was just lightly dawdling along Leia’s high arch, which naturally, as befits her rank, had been pedicured during her stay here, and it was already causing ticklish tremors to erupt throughout her body. Leia closed her eyes and gnawed on her lower lip, refusing to give the mysterious Mara Jade the satisfaction of laughing, but it was a battle Leia was losing.

Leia’s eyes opened a crack, and she saw that the woman had her back to Leia. She was sipping on the Princess’s iced wine while effortlessly whisking the feather across both nylon clad soles. It was bad enough to be tickle tortured, but to be driven into helpless laughter by someone so flippant was beyond insulting! Leia was too busy being offended that she lost track of the feather as it continued its merry trek across her ticklish soles, so when the wispy feather brushed under the sweet spot at the very centre of her sole, she found herself bursting into girlish giggles.

“Oh, this really is far too easy… at least put up a fight,” the woman mocked, as she continued to drink from Leia’s own glass, still turning her back to the Princess. Somehow she always knew where to flick the feather without watching, as it never missed a spot as it continued to flutter up and down Leia’s soles.

The soft caresses of the feather had always been horrendous for Leia, but somehow she was even more jumpy and sensitive than usual, as Mara Jade continued her absent-minded feathering. It was infuriating how the woman was more pre-occupied with drinking the Princess’s vintage wine than the tickle torture, as she was depressingly good at it. Even without looking, she knew instinctively knew how to hit all the spots that were most unbearable on Leia’s foot.  She made sure to cover every spot on Leia’s high, tender arches, on the fleshy balls of her feet, on the royal, painted toes, and in between them during her reconnoitre.  It was every spot that was bad for the Princess, and the soft bristles of the feather never let a sweet spot remain neglected for long. This was because the Force gave Mara Jade perspicacity in all things, and detecting hot spots was no different. To Mara Jade, Leia’s feet, or indeed her whole body, were like a map with large crosses indicating where ticklish treasure could be uncovered with a bit of digging.

After giving Leia’s feet a few final feathery kisses, Mara Jade put down her weapon of ticklish doom. “You seem… awfully jumpy, Princess. Are you always this ticklish, or is it just me?” giggled the woman with a purr, which Leia found immensely infuriating. She hated to admit it, but the mysterious Force adept had a point. She was ticklish, and had always been ticklish, but there was something about this woman that just stoked her. Perhaps it was the mischievous, malicious smile that looked like she was toying with Leia’s mind with every word she said, or maybe it was even the Force pulling strings on her behalf, but Leia did undoubtedly feel more… exposed and vulnerable than ever before. Every touch sent shivers, every brush launched tingles throughout her body, and every little tease unleashed electric tendrils of surprise. It was like she could feel every particle of air against her exposed, cool skin. The feather had softened up her foe’s defences, so now Mara Jade brought out the big guns – those wicked fingers of hers. They tapped lightly at Leia’s feet. It was not even truly an attempt to tickle; it was more a light prod, the way one might test bathwater, but Leia found herself recoiling at the touch all the same.

“Now, I generally have my own methods of interrogation, but our spies have learned some very interesting information…” Mara said, with a smile that was predatory. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you? Like some littleeeeeee girl… poor little baby is ticklish?”

“Softer than I would have thought for a rebel leader,” Mara Jade observed, tracing her finger around Leia’s nylon soles, pale, smooth, and with only the faintest wrinkling around the ball. She latched on to the toes of one till it was completely stretched out and gave her fingers an experimental scrape. Immediately, Leia let loose a ripple of melodious laughter. Mara Jade continued, her fingers working all over both stockinged feet as she focused on the spots. Through the keen insight the Force granted her, Mara Jade could see all the spots: The sweet spots that would make Leia’s gasp, the secret spots no one knew about, the dangerous spots that could shred Leia’s mind if they were tormented sufficiently, and, of course, the tender spots that were almost pleasurable, though those spots would get little attention tonight. Mara Jade could see those spots as if they were emblazoned in gold, with the Force as her omniscient muse. She could even see Leia’s temperament; she could see the Princess’s elevated heart rate, the telltale signs of perspiration, and the stubborn refusal to give in to Mara Jade’s probings, though that was wont to change before long. Mara Jade could see that Leia’s defences were cracking, and all she needed was a little bit of pressure. Mara Jade was using Leia’s fear of being tickled against her, overwhelming her sensations with light, sudden touches. She would slash her nails up Leia’s soles, or claw along their insteps suddenly.

“Your feet are certainly ticklish enough for a Princess,” Mara Jade declared with a malevolent smirk, flicking her auburn hair back as she did so.  “But it would be irresponsible of me to neglect your other spots, no?”

The fact that Leia’s eyes grew as wide as the Millennium Falcon indicated this was the right move. “Wahahahahait!” she squealed in surprise, as a cold, cruel hand make contact with her left side, squeezing and teasing experimentally. Mara Jade giggled to herself at the Princess’s evident ticklish outrage. Had the Princess honestly believed that she might confine herself to just tickling the royal digits when there was a whole host of other spots to loot?

Leia tossed her head from side to side as if denying what was happening as she felt cold fingers glide gently up and down her ribcage, slipping underneath her clothing to get at the warm flesh beneath. Mara Jade snuck a hand down Leia’s lower back down to her behind, and gave it an experimental stroke. Squealing in shock, Leia reared up, making her back arch in response to the unexpected stimuli. Doing so elongated Leia’s stomach, however, and it made too inviting a target to pass up as the mysterious assailant promptly drilled her fingers into the exposed midsection. She swept her fingers up and down the taut, milky-white stomach like a pendulum, overwhelming Leia’s sensory receptors with a barrage of tickling strokes.  Leia’s spluttered with laughter, as she let loose a high-pitched whoop of laughter, her Princess-like demeanour shattered by the expertly-done assault on her ticklish body.

“You know, this is my first time,” Mara Jade said with a chuckle, as her fingers descended lower to visit Leia’s thighs, giving them several sensual squeezes and strokes that did horrible things to Leia’s body that did not bear thinking about. “I’m guess I’m a natural, eh? Or maybe you’re just that ticklish… the poor ticklish Princess… all mine to play with for as long as I want…”

Leia struggled to formulate a witty retort, but Mara Jade’s hands suddenly shot upwards into her armpits, making Leia’s would-be retort disappeared in a snort of intense laughter. The princess writhed fiercely in the tight rope that bound her to the couch, but she just seemed to be rubbing herself raw in the process as opposed to making any meaningful progress. And then Mara Jade’s long, merciless, cool fingers darted upwards to skitter along Leia’s neck and collarbones. Leia tried to clamp her neck down and crush Mara Jade’s fingers, but it was a fruitless endeavour.

The worst part was not the tickling, (for once), but the sadistic, raptorial look on her tormentor, sharp, comely features. All the while during the savage, relentless tickling process, Mara Jade’s voracious green eyes never left the Princess’s face. Every voluntary giggle, desperate squirm, or clenched gesture of frustration Leia showed seemed to make Mara Jade’s features glimmer, almost as she was feasting on the Princess’s suffering. Leia knew the woman was not bluffing when she said she could do this all day – she really could. But then what would happen to Leia? Well, they said negotiation was a bureaucrat’s armour…

“W-wahahahat do youhohoho wahant!” Leia stuttered, almost choking on the words as Mara Jade rapidly poked her sides in what Leia could only describe as a pseudo-martial arts manoeuvre, so swift and on-target were the ticklish prods.

“I want many things, my ticklish Princess,” Mara Jade began, as she slipped a finger underneath Leia’s top and made a ticklish beeline for the sensitive stomach that lay entombed within. “Another glass of wine would hit the spot right now, for instance,” she lifted up a hand while her other hand continued to spider across Leia’s poor tummy. Leia could only sit back and laugh herself silly as she watched the Force at work – the empty glass of wine rose in the air, followed by the bottle, and they both levitated in mid-air as the bottle poured its delicious red liquid into the glass. 

“But down to business,” Mara Jade said, as she finished her drink, while her other hand’s index finger corkscrewed horribly in Leia’s belly button. “You have the whole Empire gunning after you… a lot of the higher ups are afraid of you. I’m here to see if there’s any truth to that. So far all I’ve learned is this tummy is quite ticklish,” Mara Jade sniggered mockingly, as she added both hands to launch a frenetic ten-fingered attack on the stomach in question, tickling inexorably till every inch experienced the touch of those remorseless nails.

Mara stopped to let Leia catch her breath. Leia had her head down as she panted and coughed from the ticklish exertions. I’ve beaten her already… this one definitely does not have what it takes to be any rival of mine… she is not even in my league, Mara Jade thought, with a conceited air of self-satisfaction. Mara Jade glanced down at the stocking-clad bare feet of the woman, and wondered if her own feet could possibly be as ticklish. She could not remember the last time she had been tickled, but she would wager she would certainly not fall to pieces the way the brash, headstrong Princess had. To be defeated by something as whimsical as a bit of tickling! Mara Jade could imagine the Emperor, Darth Sidious, laughing his royal head off as he heard the tale of how Mara Jade had bested the Empire’s most consistent thorn in its side. And with such a childish tool like tickling of all things! Mara Jade was mentally preparing her field report when Leia spoke, and she spoke with a firm air of determination that made Mara Jade pause.

“Yes, you’re right… I’m ticklish. That doesn’t mean I’ll bow to you, or any of the Emperor’s lackeys. We will fight you till our last breath, we will fi-”

Leia’s courageous speech was unfortunately interrupted as Mara Jade pulled the toes to Leia’s left foot back to fully exposing her pale arch, and then begins applying slow, steady strokes to the spot that connected the arch to the ball of the foot. Immediately, Leia began to splutter and giggle, though her enchanting brown eyes still blazed with a steely-eyed tenacity that Mara Jade found unsettling.

“You have a lot of bluster for someone with such ticklish arches,” Mara Jade said, trying to push the discomfort from her mind as she ran her slender fingers through the arches in question.

Leia attempted another retort as she writhed in laugher and flopped back and forth on the sofa as Mara Jade’s fingers continued to tease her tender, sensitive skin with her shapely nails.

“W-weehee wohohohon’t…”

“Shall I assume you’re using the royal we? As in ‘we have very ticklish feet indeed’? I never could stand you arrogant monarch types...” Mara Jade said with a chuckle, regaining her composure as she continued her expert tormenting of Leia’s feet. She continued to poke and prod, to see if she could reach the the apogee, apex, and crescendo of Leia’s traumatic tickling experience. She had Princess Leia, darling of the galaxy, and the face of the Rebellion’s feet all to herself, and she was going to fully explore what drove Leia the craziest. Mara Jade would break her, like she did with all her victims.

“I swear, you really do make this too easy for me, Princess,” Mara Jade mocked, as her fingers aimed for the sweet spot that was right in the middle of her high, perfect, stockinged arches. “I’m almost jealous at how soft and smooth these feet of yours are. It must be the perks of being a Princess… they are so soft that my nails just glide straight over them. And i'm sure your sheer nylons are making them extra tickly. But I guess that sucks for you, eh?” Mara Jade smirked, as she continued drilling her nails right in those arches, as Leia’s nyloned feet flapped desperately to shoo Mara Jade’s fingers away. 

“Admit it, admit it, admit it… Why won’t you just admit that you are a scared, ticklish girl who is in way over her head,” Mara Jade chided as she worked over both arches with her fingers, making sure to give special attention to Leia’s sweet spot on her arches. Leia tried to use her toes to close around Mara Jade’s fingers, but that just earned her a quick tickling between the toes.

“Admit it… I’m better than you. You know your cause is doomed…’ Mara Jade repeated, tickling even harder.

“NO!” Leia screamed, as with a sudden jolt, Mara Jade found herself thrown out of the dream, and suddenly she was back in the air vent. The change was so sudden that Mara Jade found herself recoiling, and she banged her head in the cramped vents. Immediately, she heard alarms blaring, and the sensation of a hundred minds, alert and aggressive, hunting after the intruder. Mara Jade cursed under her breath as she realized she must have triggered some kind of sensors. She could still feel the strange aftermath in her mind, the odd burst of energy which had erupted from the ticklish Princess. Was she force-sensitive? Mara Jade would have to make further inquiries, but not now. She made a hasty retreat, the Force allowing her to glide through the vent like she was being blasted out of a cannon. With her crimson lightsaber in hand, she quickly carved a new exit, and she was out in the Naboo forests within the minute. As sweat trickled from the exertion of escape, Mara Jade knew this would not be the last time she crossed paths with Princess Leia.

We will meet again, Princess… and I will have the last laugh…

Star Wars TK: Kerry Altira’s Revenge on Leia


It was several months into the war effort, and things were going even more smoothly than Leia Skywalker would have dared dream. She had always known there had been some simmering discontent among the various Rim worlds about the Empire’s myopic ‘stabilization’ of discontent worlds through violent force, as the Empire’s tendentious habit of sending in Stormtroopers and interrogation officers to quell any signs of rebellion had also done them few favours in terms of sympathy. There really was a lack of esprit de corps among planets within the Empire’s influence, with each planet simply thinking about self-preservation first and foremost, and evading the Emperor’s wrath. As a result of the current imbroglio that was the rebel resistance, the Empire had tightened its screws on many other planets, but this only had the opposite effect of sending more planets flocking to support the rebels, either openly or covertly.

With every day that passed, it seemed Leia and her friends had a new ally, offering them information or resources. Today was no different, as Leia checked the holonets to see if she had received any new transmissions. She had some updates from her troops in the field, some on-going negotiations, and other miscellaneous information that one must keep an eye on when organizing a rebellion, but what caught her eye most was a holographic message she had received from a certain Kerry Altira.

Leia vaguely recalled Miss Altira. She had been a wide-eyed brunette, easy enough on the eyes, who had likely been recruited by the Empire through one of their romanticized propaganda videos which played on a combination of jingoism and adventure to trick suckers into signing up for the Empire. The last time Leia had seen Kerry, she had finished interrogating the young, wilful officers into giving up some codes she required, and then left her to have her soft nylon-clad feet tickled by some cleaning machine.

Unbidden, memories suddenly flowed back to the forefront of Leia’s consciousness – a pair of exquisitely shapely and ticklish feet, which rivalled Leia’s own in terms of beauty and acute sensitivity. Tickling them had been tremendously enjoyable, and if Kerry was serious about wanting to join the Empire, as she claimed in the hologram, then surely she would not object to a test of her resolve...

She re-watched the holographic message, carefully studying Kerry’s expression for malice. As Kerry stated her desire to join to Rebel Alliance, saying she had secret information about Empire movements she would offer, Leia detected a high level of excitement about the energetic girl, like she was about to embark on some grand journey; it really wasn’t the temperament of someone who planned on selling Leia out to the Empire. It sounded like Kerry had done some serious soul searching (after Leia’s sole searching of her feet for ticklish spots) and had become jaded with the Empire’s way of doing things. Leia’s first instinct was that Kerry’s conversation was a genuine one, and she had always trusted her instincts – now more than ever.

Kerry had asked to meet the Princess on Dantooine, leaving instructions on how to get there and what to wear (regulation Imperial grey uniform with black nylons to blend in), and Leia sent out a reply. Dantooine was a planet in the Outer Rim, and with most of the Empire pulling its forces out to strike at the rebels, there was a minimal Empire presence there, so Leia felt reassured that even in the event of trouble, she could count on nearby Rebel sympathizers for help. She informed her comrades about her decision, and then set off in her private Starfighter, with a squadron of X-wings and A-wings for support. She wasn’t about to go diving in without backup, no matter how sure she was that Kerry had no truly malicious intentions at heart.

Leia was rather looking forward to this recruitment session in truth, because having been tickled so often she had developed a particular fondness for doling out what she generally received. She had carried a feather secured to her thigh under her skirt, thinking she would have a bit more fun with Kerry prior to formally accepting her into the Alliance. Leia was sure Kerry would not mind (much).

Her starfighter set down in the grassy plains of Dantooine. She took a deep breath of the slightly humid Dantooine air, and took in the sights. It had been a long time since she had been here. She spied a pack of Kath Hounds hunting after a galloping Iriaz, while several Kinrath skulked about in a nearby cave.

She was walking distance to the settlement where Kerry had agreed to meet her, so she waved a hand to the captain of her guard telling him to wait here. The look on his face said he disagreed with this notion, but Leia reassured him with a smile. “If I’m not back by sundown come get me. My transponder is on. There’s no need to worry.”

Her captain bowed his head reluctantly. “As you say, Princess. We’ll be waiting here.”

The regular Dantooine day was 25 hours long, so Leia estimated she had about eight hours before dusk. Plenty of time to find out if Kerry Altira was as feather sensitive all over her body as Leia theorized. “Let’s not keep our new ticklish recruit waiting,” she smiled to herself, humming as she strode off in search of the bar where Kerry would be waiting for her.


Leia strode into the empty tavern, her head bobbing to the sound of the hologram Bith band playing in the corner of the room (clearly they were operating on a tight budget here). At the table furthest away from the entrance, was a brown-haired young lady that could only be Kerry Altira. There was no one else in the bar aside from a bored-looking bartender whose eyes were on a screen showing the latest news on the HoloNet.

Leia strode purposefully to the seated girl, plopping herself down with a smile.

“Afternoon, Officer Altira. I hope you aren’t thinking of defecting to the Rebel Alliance.”

There was a twinkle of recognition which coalesced into mischief in Kerry’s big brown eyes as she recognized the voice, and decided to play along. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. I hear those dirty Rebels are savage to girls with ticklish feet.”

“Don’t you know it,” Leia grinned, as she gestured to the bartender for a drink. “Now on a serious note,” Leia said, as the bartender plopped down a foaming mug in front of her. “What do you have for me?”

“I come bearing many gifts,” Kerry giggled excitedly, like a schoolgirl meeting her idol for the first time. “Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on my new friends.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little silver datapad. “Coordinates and destinations of all the nearby Imperial spacecraft. My navigational station keeps track of this sort of thing, as you may remember.”

Leia remembered Kerry’s astonishingly ticklish nylon-clad feet well enough, so she nodded as she took the datapad and turned it on. Her eyes focused down on the screen as she skimmed through the information on the electronic device. It all looked legitimate, to her delight, as she began beaming the information through her com back to her ship.

“You spoke of other gifts?” Leia smiled, after she had finished fiddling with the device. Kerry was being so helpful that Leia was considering tickling her only briefly, say for an hour or so. Little did Leia know, that being so absorbed with studying the information in the datapad, Kerry had slipped a certain substance into the Princess’s drink…

“My personal donation to the cause,” Kerry said, putting a credit chip on the stained table. “I emptied the safe before I came out. I decided I deserved a raise for all my good service.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Leia nodded, as she took the small, flat chip. Every little bit helped for an organization like the Rebel Alliance.

“And this might come in handy too,” Kerry said, fishing a keycard out of her pocket. “it took some ‘persuasion’ of a certain ticklish Twilek desk jockey running the supplies depot in the nearby port, but this is to the imperial armoury there. The weaponry should be useful if things get messy.”

“That cannot have been easy to get…” Leia said, genuinely impressed. She felt a twinge of guilt. It really felt like sacrilege to punish such a dutiful support of the Rebel Alliance with a sustained bout of tickle-torture.

“I feel like we should make it up to you, somehow. You’ve really gone above and beyond here,” Leia said, as she sipped from her drink again. “Would you like to be made captain of your own squadron?”

“You know, now that you mention it… there is something…” Kerry said innocently, a slender finger on her chin.

“The Rebel Alliance is generous with its supporters,” Leia nodded, as she beckoned for Kerry to continue her request.

“Well, you had a lot of fun tickling my poor nyloned feet last time round. You were good. Really good. It got me wondering if you might be ticklish yourself. A takes one to know one kind of thing.”

Leia laughed. That was all? Kerry just wanted to gossip and tease her a bit? That was easily worth all the contributions Kerry had just bestowed on the Rebel Alliance.

“You got me there. When I got pedicures at the royal palace on Alderaan I would always burst out into giggles.”

“Ahhh, that explains a lot. So where are you most ticklish?”

Kerry’s probing was veering into suspicious territory, but Leia decided to let it pass, as she still only sensed a combination of mischief and excitement in the young brunette. She had done a huge favour for the Rebels after all.

“The whole of my foot, really. But the arches are always bad, and under the toes. I’m not sure I’m really as ticklish as you though,” Leia said, with a laugh, as she made to get up. “Speaking of which, shall we be off? My squad is waiting for us.” Leia was eager to get her curious new ally somewhere more private, and give her a proper ticklish initiation into the Rebel Alliance. She definitely intended to ask Kerry where she was most ticklish on the way later.

“Give me a minute,” Kerry said, as she grinned mysteriously. “There’s something I want to try first.”

“What’s that?”

Kerry’s hands shot out and squeezed Leia’s sides, making the startled princess shriek in surprise. The princess tried to push the other girl’s hands away, but she felt sluggish and slow, as if she had drank a dozen pints instead of just one. “Guess you’re pretty ticklish up here too,” Kerry chuckled, as her sharp nails skittered up and down Leia’s ribs, before darting into the princess’s perfect armpits.

“Wahahahahat are you dohohohoing?” Leia spluttered, her head spinning. Only too late did she realize her drink had been spiked.

“Well, there’s one more thing I wanted… a big of good ol’ honest revenge! Only fair, Princess!” Kerry said, her fingers questing along Leia’s stomach now.

As Leia’s consciousness ebbed away and she slumped to the floor, Kerry motioned to the bartender, who had been enjoying the sight of their catfight. “Help me carry her into the room I booked, would ya?” Kerry called.

“Bloody imperials,” he grumbled under his breath, having taken the whole incident as an example of political infighting due to Leia and Kerry both donning Imperial Officer garb. “Don’t make a mess,” he warned, as the two of them heaved the slumbering Leia into one of the rooms the bars offered for customers of a… lascivious temperament.

“Don’t you worry… you might hear some noise though,” Kerry grinned.

“Sound-proofing on policy,” the bartender said, knowing that many of his patrons tended to be quite loud during their nocturnal activities. “Have a good one,” he said, repeating the same phrase he said to all his customers.

“You bet I will,” Kerry said, as she plonked the unconscious Leia on the bed.


Kerry rubbed her fingers together, a broad smile on her face as she admired her slumbering, snoring future leader. She hoped Leia would not take offence! She had wanted to do this every since the Rebel Princess had sauntered into her life. She stripped off Leia’s high black boots with relish, taking in a deep breath as she savoured the moment. Who knew when she might get this chance again!

She finished tugging off the tough boots, and got her first glance as the Princess’s royal feet. They were clad in the regulation black nylons, of course. The skin on the tops and in Leia’s high, wrinkly arches were milky white and the balls, heels and sides of her feet were a slightly pinkish colour, doubtless from all her evading Leia must do as de-facto leader of the resistance. The toes had    a glossy, transparent nail polish. It was difficult to ascertain much of this due to the black hue of the stockings, but Kerry reckoned her assumptions would be on point.

The skin looked tender, like they had received constant pedicures in the past. Kerry wondered if Leia had stopped by the local salon in town before she stopped by, as she herself was a frequent customer of that charming little spa. Kerry had actually been there earlier today to pick up a few supplies for her time with the pretty, ticklish Princess. She deposited a pumice stone (the blasted things always tickled her terribly) and some massaging oil at the foot of the bed. Kerry rubbed her hands together, buzzing with excitement. She hummed a tune they always played on Imperial propaganda holovids (it was a kind of imperial march), to herself as she tied Leia’s ankles to the bedposts at the corners of the bed in the room.

As she made her way to Leia’s wrists, Kerry was surprised to discover a feather strapped to Leia’s thigh.

“What do we have here?” Kerry murmured, as she picked up the feather and ran it through her fingers. “It seems like someone had a few bad intentions!” she said sternly to the slumbering Princess, flicking the feather across her nylon-covered inner thighs. Leia giggled a bit in her sleep, and Kerry quickly relented – it would not do to wake up her ‘guest’ until she was fully prepared for her! Kerry dropped the feather with her other toys and finishing tying Leia’s wrists to the bedpost. Leia was already starting to wake up at this point (that was fast!)

“Wha… what’s going on?” Leia said, startled to find herself bound to a bed by rope. “Oh, you’re joking me…” Leia said, when she spotted the feather, the oil, and the pumice stone lurking near her devastatingly vulnerable and sensitive feet.

“Well, you see, there was another thing I wanted in return for my help,” Kerry said, flashing her pearly-white teeth at Leia.

“I think I can work out where this is going,” Leia said, in a resigned tone of voice as she wiggled her toes.

“Your powers of observation are astounding. That must be your royal education,” Kerry said with a chuckle, as she reached for the feather that she had discovered on Leia’s person. “I think you came to see me with rather… ticklish ideas in mind.”

Leia looked visibly uncomfortable at the sight of Kerry holding the feather Leia had planned on using on their newest ally. “I was going to, um,” Leia paused, before deciding on the truth. “Tickle you with that, yes; just to test your dedication to our cause!”

“A likely story,” Kerry snorted, as she brushed the feather down Leia’s right foot as punishment, making the Princess yelp. “You just wanted to give my poor nylon-covered tootsies a tickling again!”

“Mahahahaybeeeeheee!” Leia spluttered, as her nylon clad soles were treated to a few more teasing strokes from the feather.

Kerry’s grin grew further. “I can see why, this is pretty fun!” Kerry giggled, cradling the feather with both hands. “But since you were planning on tickling me anyway, I won’t feel guilty about this!” she said, sticking her tongue out as she focused her efforts on feathering Leia’s feet, one at a time. She loved the way Leia’s nyloned soles would respond to each swish and flick of the feather, like it was doing its own ticklish little dance. The arches were clearly a bad spot, as during this the toes would scrunch together and quiver like there was an earthquake. Kerry smirked as she traced the tip of the stiff feather up and down Leia's arches methodically, only occasionally altering the pace by throwing in quick strokes to keep her on her toes. 

The toes were a fun spot too, because of the way the feet would twitch right and left, to try to dodge the invading touch of the feather. It was clear that the toes were nearly if not equally as bad as the arches, based on the desperate flail they would do every time the feather crept its way under the toes or along the tips.

At this point, the Princess’s pleas had already dissolved into a steady stream of musical, royal laughter. “Oh, I could do this all day…” Kerry giggled, as she used one hand to hold Leia’s right foot still while she treated the foot to the feathering of a lifetime.

“Nohohohohoho!” Leia exclaimed through wild laughter.

“Oh, don’t worry…” Kerry said reassuringly, as she put down the feather to give Leia a quick break. “I was serious about wanting to join the alliance. I just think I need to give these pretty things a bit of punishment,” she said, giving Leia’s nearest foot a little poke with her sharp nails, making the Princess gasp. “I think another twenty minutes is fair considering you were planning on tickling me too, wouldn’t you say?” she asked, as she reached for the oil.

“I guess…” Leia huffed, her breathing still wild from the tickling as she felt the oil being rubbed all over her nylon clad feet. Kerry could see Leia’s legs and feet relaxing as Kerry (with the dexterous skills of a typist!) rubbed the Princess’s soles with both hands. “Why can’t we just do this?” Leia sighed contently, thinking it made a wondrous change from the tickling. 

Of course, her comfort was not to last, as just when Leia began to settle in for the massage, she suddenly felt a rough, abrasive touch of something on her right foot, making slow circular motions. Leia arched her back as best she could tied eagle-spread, and let loose a loud squeal that she was surprised didn’t draw the attention of the bartender from next door.

“Wahahahat is thahahat!” Leia exclaimed, trying to crane her head down for a better look at the strange thing that was doing an ungodly job tickling the heck out of her poor right foot. It felt somewhat familiar, but she could not quite put her finger on it.

“A pumice stone,” Kerry explained patiently, as she focused on the fleshy balls of Leia’s feet. “I’m giving you a pedicure. Aren’t I the sweetest?”

“Nohohoho!” Leia squeaked as her ally continued to brush the pumice stone around her smooth pink balls of her left foot.

“You know this is just the warm up, right?” Kerry said, squirting more oil onto Leia’s feet and rubbing it in. “I get wait to get at these dainty things properly with my fingers later…”

Leia’s eyes grew wide at this revelation as she suddenly noticed how long Kerry’s fingernails were – it seemed the turncoat had been growing out her nails just for this occasion! But there was no time to worry about this now, as Kerry was in the midst of thoroughly pumicing Leia’s creamy, high arches, which were not taking the pedicure process well at all.

Leia was sure at least half an hour had passed, but she was in no place to object. The fact that Kerry had finished her pumicing was no cause for celebration though, as now Leia’s feet were probably as ticklish as they had ever been, and they were usually plenty ticklish enough just in nylons anyway!

After coating Leia’s soles with a fresh layer of oil, Kerry looked at the pink, perfect soles with a hungry glitter in her brown eyes. “Are you ready, Princess? But we’ll be done after the next five minutes,” she said, wiggling her long nails towards the helpless, nyloned soles.

“Can I say no?”

“Uh uh,” Kerry said, with a chuckle as she began spider tickling Leia’s super oily, nylon clad soles with the very tips of her fingers. Normally, this would be barely enough to register, even on someone as ludicrously ticklish as Leia, but on already sensitive nylon feet that had just been covered in oil...

Leia scrunched her toes tightly, and closed her eyes, as she tried to defy the sensations that came creeping up her legs. As always, this was fruitless.

“Gahahahaha! It tihihihickles!” she squeaked, burbling with laughter as she felt Kerry’s tease one foot at a time, then both feet together, before jumping back to one foot at a time. Although Leia was having a rough time of things, Kerry was having the time of her life. Leia’s regal-looking feet were gorgeous, and Kerry was relishing every moment she had with those delicate appendages. With the oil and nylons, they were velvety, soft, and slick to the touch. The skin felt so soft and tender it almost felt like they were tickling Kerry’s fingertips in return. Well, no. Kerry was definitely tickling the heck out of those pretty peds!

Kerry traced her fingers in random patterns up and down Leia's soles, delighting at the way the silky smooth skin reacted to every movement. The way the sole would wrinkle up was delicious, as were the way the toes would splay open every time Kerry’s fingers sank into the butter-soft flesh along the balls of the foot. She could sit back and watch those soles dance all day, but she knew she could not.

“I’m a woman of my word, Princess,” Kerry said, in a tone that suggested she deeply regretted that she was. She released Leia from her bonds.

“Thaaa… thank you,” a breathless Leia said, as she reached down to rub her tingling feet. There was an awkward silence as Kerry feared that she had gone over the line. Would Leia forgive her? Leia had brought a blaster with her – might Kerry be shot for her insubordination? Kerry’s heart was pounding in her chest as the Princess rubbed her wrists were the ropes had chaffed her. Finally she spoke.

“What’s the time?”

“Um, about three hours before sundown?” answered a perplexed Kerry. “So, are we okay?”

Leia smiled. “I’ll forgive this little episode… but your next two hours are mine. Get on the bed and take off your boots.”

Kerry’s jaw dropped. “Two hours! I only tickled you for like thirty minutes!”

“I’m a princess. Are you going to do it?”

Kerry’s jaw tightened. “Yes.”

Leia laughed. “Taking it on the chin, I see; a woman after my own heart. The alliance is happy to have you,” Leia said, as she reached down for the oil and pumice stone that Kerry had used to such effect.

“Uhhh, go easy?” Kerry gulped, as she pulled off her boots.

Leia merely smirked. “I’m assigning you to my personal escort. I think we’ll schedule some private training sessions, say every week or so. I think this’ll help keep your reflexes sharp. Laugh if you consent,” she said, as she gave her nails and experimental scrape down Kerry’s nyloned arch.



And so Leia recruited the future captain of her personal royal guard.




Do you prefer upperbody or lowerbody (feet) tickling? 

74 deviants said Lowerbody
33 deviants said Upperbody


Add a Comment:
teamjacob345 Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2015
Hey man I'm a big fan of all of your stories and was just wondering if you werw ever going to do more of the Harry Potter TK series
oneortheother Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2015
Way too busy with commission work these days. Maybe when I finish with them.
tickler818 Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015
I've not commented on your because I'm slowly working my way through them, usually one by one, but I thought I'd say it here instead. I really love your stories, and the way you write is really interesting and engaging; I really enjoy reading them. 

However, please given them a slightly better proof read (I know this is difficult...please don't check my small collection of stories :P ) because there is nothing worse, for a pedant like me, to find a paragraph that is written in the present tense in the middle of a story written in the past tense. :)
oneortheother Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015
Firstly, thank you for the comment. I'm flattered you enjoy my stories, and I hope you have a lovely time working your way through them (love to hear which stories you particularly enjoy).

But as I'm sure you know, (especially since you started your comment with "I've not commented on your because"!) that when you enter one of those passionate, frenzied moods of writing, you tend to miss typos as you quickly jot down every idea you have! Many of us tend to type faster than we can think, and so those little errors are really omnipresent in writing. I am working on cutting down on them, that being said.

Whenever one of my noble readers informs me of any mistakes they've observed, I'm more than happy to correct it however, so do let me know if you spot any more offending mistakes; there's nothing wrong with being pedantic, I'm always on the qui vive for errors myself!
tickler818 Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015
Oh crap, did I write that? As is so often, I missed some words due to being rather fantastically tired. My apologies. 

Off the top of my head, I've really liked the Harry Potter and Star Wars stories. I particularly like it when stories can set themselves in a nice spot within the established cannon. I'm currently working my way through the Paxim stories. 

I shall endeavour to make note of and comment on the stories that are particularly good or have a little paragraph that niggles. :)
oneortheother Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015
Haha, as you see, my friend, it is an astonishingly easy thing to do, even with the wonders of modern spellchecking technology xD

The Paxim series (they really are the stars of that series, so I think the nickname is very apropos) is my first proper foray into more adult tickling stories, and it was also one of my better reviewed ones, especially on the TMF, so I'm curious to hear about how you feel about the contrast between them and the 'clean' tickling in the Star Wars/HP stories!

Appreciate it!
(1 Reply)
TicklishAndInLove Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2015  Professional Writer
Thanks so much for the watch!thank u 
HyperEidos Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Someone needs to commision you to do a GoT tickle story <3
I'm surprised there aren't more stories aside from chentsweatervest's stories.

Though I saw your Margery/Sansa comission for BadPierrot~
oneortheother Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2015
Ikr? That person could always be you though. I am on my summer writing spree!

I'm a huge fan of the chentsweatervest stories, and it's a real shame he hasn't been writing recently. Writer's block is cruel and all that :P As for other GoT tk stories, I've read a few Joff/Sansa tickling stories, but that seems to be it ):

I really love how that pic came out. Sansa is adorably defiant while Marg is almost inviting the tickles.  
HyperEidos Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Meh I wish, I'm broke XD

Yeah, I've been trying to finish a commision for a really dear friend and I've been at an all-time low for writing :P
I'm more of an f/f fan... Plus Joff is a jerk...
Margarey having some teasing fun with a tied up Sansa, now THAT would be a great story~

Love the way Sansa tries to hide her foot~
Add a Comment: