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Journal Entry: Sun Dec 20, 2015, 7:37 AM
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Wow... right when my membership expires, a kind, anonymous fellow decides to extend it for me. All I can say is a big thank you for the generous person doing this for me! 

I shall take this as further motivation to continue writing wonderful stories for you all!

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Summer Commission Sale!

Journal Entry: Sat May 30, 2015, 5:39 PM
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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!

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Star Wars TK: Grayce Vasma

(This takes place at an indeterminate time during the Clone Wars.)

O-O-O

Bounty Hunter Grayce Vasma couldn’t help but admire herself in the full-body mirror in her private hideout. She strutted and posed, watching as her toned abdominals tightened and relaxed. The model turned bounty hunter had never quite been able to put aside the vanity that was an occupational hazard of her previous profession.

She pirouetted, admiring her attractively-muscular body from all angles. There was no clone trooper alive who could possibly make this armour look as good as it did right now, she thought to herself, a conceited smile on her face. She struck a pose with her blaster, marvelling at the way the light caught her spotless white armour. The armour was military-issue, with the exception of the armour at the torso being cut off to expose several inches of bare stomach. The loss of protection was worth the sheer style factor in Grayce’s book, every day of the week. She ran a gloved hand through her honey-blonde locks. It was a crime to look this good, surely, she thought, awfully pleased with herself for coming up with such witty wordplay.

Grayce chanced a glance at the timepiece in the room, and groaned loudly at what she saw. Where had all the time gone? She was now late for a meeting with her Hutt boss, and Jarba did not like to be kept waiting. The idea of being her own boss, and being self-employed, was one of the reasons Grayce had been intrigued by the bounty hunting discipline, but as the months went by and her credits dried up, she realized she might have to demean herself and reluctantly be an underling again. Sighing at the idea of seeing that hideous green slug of a boss, she gave herself one last appraisal, polished her boots, took a quick shower, and she was out the door, quick as a flash.

Jarba had said he had quite the job for her.

---

“Grayce Vasma… why must you always vex me so…”  Jarba grumbled in Huttese, as the modulator in Grayce’s earpiece provided a translation, not that Grayce necessarily would have needed one to work out the Hutt was displeased.

“Oh, come on, Jarba… there’s no need for all this!” Grayce said, ashamed of the whining mewl that her voice had become. She had been working with this Hutt for half a year now, and it seemed like the Hutt found an excuse once every few weeks to put her through this over some imagined slight. So what if she had been a teeny tiny bit late to their meeting!

“I want to believe that, Vasma, but it seems this is necessary to keep you in line,” the Hutt said, shaking his massive great head. “Your behaviour is always vastly improved after one of our discipline sessions.”

“That’s bullshit!” Grayce shouted.

The Hutt laughed, as she had just proven his point. “Pretty human females should not use such foul language,” he said, nodding to his cronies, a Trandoshan and a Bith in grubby mercenary garb. They had both done this many a time, so they needed no further instruction as they strapped her struggling to one of the Hutt’s dancing poles in his grand hall.

Grayce put up a token fight, more for her pride than in the hope of escaping, as the Hutt’s henchman bound her wrists to a notch at the top of the pole. She groaned. It was bad enough the fate that was about to befall her, but why did Jarba have to do this in public? Grayce had a reputation to maintain!

“How long?” Grayce said, as they strapped her in, her blue eyes resigned to her fate.

Jarba stroked his ugly great wrinkled chin. “Twice as long as the time you kept me waiting shall teach you to be more punctual in future,” he decided, chuckling his horrible, throaty Hutt laugh again.

“That’s not fair!” wailed Grayce, but it was already too late, as she saw the familiar blue feathers rear up to greet her. An electronic mass of tendrils, tentacles and feathers, designed to tease and torment female flesh, as was this particular Hutt’s perversion. She tried to resist at first, like she always did, but the feathers dancing over her exposed stomach quickly sent her twisting and writhing with laughter. Jarba had given her a good deal the first time Grayce had dealt with him while wearing the midriff exposing armour, but even the power of her sexy stomach had not been enough to placate him today, it seemed. He must be in a bad mood or something.

To her left and right there were scantily-clad Twilek girls, doing the same ticklish tummy dance as she was, as the ghostly tendrils slid up and down sensitive skin. All she could do was laugh and dance as her belly was teased by these feathers. She let loose a squeak as a feather darted into her belly-button, her squeal so high-pitched half the room, full of smugglers and other bounty hunters turned to her, with hungry, lustful looks in their eyes as they watched her gyrate under the touches of the tendrils.

Grayce almost didn’t mind this part, basking in the glow of all this desire. It had been one of the things she had enjoyed about being a model, after all. If only she weren’t so damn ticklish.

After Jarba had finished with his perverse enjoyments, Grayce found herself hastily expelled from the compound, with her next mission glistening on her lips. Wow, they weren’t joking when they said they had quite the bounty for her. It seemed someone had finally realized just how talented Grayce was as a bounty hunter; she had finally gotten to the big leagues by landing a bounty on none other than Padme Amidala. And it wasn’t just the senator on her plate, but a two for one – young Jedi Ahsoka Tano was also requested to be captured, alive.

Grayce had always known she was the best in the business, even though she had only technically been in the business for such a short time, but it was nice that the rest of the underworld was finally starting to pay attention too. They would not have assigned this to her if they did not think she was capable! I mean, it’s not like some desperate fool would pay every bounty hunter to hound the same quarry or anything! That would be madness! Oh no, it was clear that Grayce was special, and had been chosen specially for this task, Grayce thought to herself, as she strolled to where the intel she had been given said the senator and her Jedi bodyguard would be.

And sure enough, after only a few minutes the infamous pair arrived down the designated street. Grayce breathed a sigh of relief, as she had ended up a few minutes late due to the unforeseen fact that she had chipped a nail, and was almost worried she might have missed her big break. The red-skinned Jedi and the well-dressed Senator were being hounded by a trio of expensive droids, though even to Grayce’s untrained eye, it was clear they were not on the same side. The fact the droids were firing at them rather gave it away.

What a happy coincidence! Grayce thought, as she watched the three droids chivvy the pair in a corner, with the Jedi’s green blade a flurry of movement as it deflected blasts left and right.

“Surrender, Jedi,” came the cold, iron voice of the droid’s vocabulator. “You cannot prevail against u–”

The droid found itself unable to complete its sentence, as a nearby dumpster flew off the floor and reduced its body to a flat pulp, like a flyswatter.

The other two droids scattered, but were promptly dismantled by a flurry of lightning green streaks.

As pieces of battle droids fell to the floor, Grayce thought this a fitting time to make her triumphant entrance.

“You’re mine, Jedi!” Grayce yelled, pouting her lush, full lips forward. She pulled out her blaster

Ahsoka brought up her shimmering emerald-green lightsaber to deflect the blasts, but to her surprise, the scorching blasts were not even close – they bounced harmlessly off the floor in front of the Jedi and Senator.

“Bloody sights must be off,” grumbled Grayce, as she gave the blaster a thump, the way one might, in a fit of frustration, tap a misbehaving electrical appliance.

“You sure about that, bounty hunter?” Senator Amidala said, her arms crossed in a symbol of defiance. “You won’t be the first mercenary we’ve sent packing today!” 

“Don’t worry, Senator,” the young Jedi said, raising a gloved hand. “I’ve got this.”

Grayce could only let out a squeak as she felt like the fickle forces of gravity were playing tricks on her, and she fell back, flying into the wall. Her blaster fell from her limp hand and clattered noisily to the floor. She found herself curling into a ball, nursing her poor back.

“Well, I guess that takes care of that,” Ahsoka Tano said, with a cocky sniff.

“Ugh,” Grayce grunted, as she slowly got to her feet. The bounty hunting business had proven to be a lot more active than she had expected. She had figured the arrogant Jedi and the prissy Senator would surrender in awe of her obvious brilliance, which would have been the civilized thing to do, but it seemed she would have to do things the hard way.

She picked up her blaster from the floor, gave the malfunctioning device a thwack, and took aim at a nearby wall. The floor in front of the wall suddenly sizzled with superheated energy. “Argh! Useless, useless, thing!” Grayce threw the broken blaster down on the floor hard. It somehow bounced off at a funny angle and collided with her shin, making Grayce hop up and down on one foot, cursing and snarling.

“Let’s do this old school then,” she sighed, as she reached into her pouch and pulled out a little stun baton. Now where had her wily foes escaped to?

---

“Back again for more?” Ahsoka Tano said, a playful smile on her slightly dishevelled face.

“You know it,” Grayce retorted, though her snappy comeback sounded better in her head. She jabbed the stun baton towards the pair in what she intended to be a threatening manner.

“A good bounty hunter knows when to quit, or they don’t stay in the business long,” Senator Amidala said, with her arms crossed sternly. The wreckage of a dozen droids littered their feet, oil and electrical fluid soaking their boots, but Grayce wasn’t about to let some measly, unimportant thing like the remains of unsuccessful bounty hunters stop her from achieving the destiny she knew she was owed. “I really don’t think this profession is for you, miss,” the senator said, with an arched eyebrow.

“Oh, and why would I want to quit?” Grayce replied, taking a few flourishing swings with her baton to try and intimidate them.

“Well, for a start, your stun baton is off,” Ahsoka Tano said coolly, shaking her head.

“Is it?” Grayce said, pressing the palm of her hand against the electrical tip of her weapon. As electricity surged through her body, too late did she realize she had been suckered. Who would have thought the Jedi would be this crafty! The forum groups on the HoloNets always said Jedi were gullible, honest, and naïve fools!

As Grayce twitched and began to fall to the floor, the image of the Jedi and Senator laughing at her burning away in her mind, she had a pure moment of brilliance. It was one of those moments where everything just clicked into place; one of those ultimate moments that are a culmination of luck, talent, and ingenuity. As Grayce fell to the floor, she tossed the stun baton towards the puddle of oil, and grinned as the shocked, surprised cries of the Jedi and Senator filled the air.

I bet they didn’t see that one coming.

O-O-O

With her two captives unconscious, Grayce finally had a moment to properly take in their appearances. The Senator had her lush, chestnut-brown tresses tied back in a functional ponytail, and with her tan riding boots and brown overalls combined with a red vest, she looked more like a well-dressed high-class lady enjoying a trip on a hike than one of the most powerful members of the Senate. The Jedi looked no better. Up close, her unappealing skinny, lanky frame was even more apparent, combined with that garish orange skin colour. Grayce knew she shouldn’t expect such a tacky, gormless species as the Togruta to know any better, but the red and brown colour scheme combined with orange skin the Jedi had going on was simply an appalling crime against fashion.

To her good fortune, Senator Amidala and the Jedi – Ahsoka, Grayce seemed to recall her name being, had failed in their pathetic escape attempt near one of Grayce’s old flames. After a  bit of wheedling, flirting, and half-promises, Grayce found herself in his spare bedroom, with the knocked-out Jedi and Senator slumbering on the floor.

Quickly getting to work lest they wake up, she bound them with ropes her ex had left lying around (he had always had a kinky side, that one, though Grayce had never been one to complain about such scruples). As the Jedi began to moan and stir while Grayce was putting on the final touches, Grayce suddenly recalled the neural disruptor Jarbo had given her, and cursing under her breath for not doing this sooner, quickly slipped it around the Jedi’s neck, sighing in relief as it clicked on.

“Urgh…” groaned Senator Amidala, attempting to sit up but finding she was bound tight by the ropes. A thick coil of rope around her forearms secured her to a chair, and another thick coil around her ankles secured her legs to a stool. The Senator’s bright brown eyes darted to her unconscious Jedi companion, and then to Grayce.

“What do you want?” she said, in a voice that brook no fear. Grayce had to hand it to the Senator. She was one cool customer. It was a senatorial voice, a calm voice of negotiation.

“That’s a good question…” Grayce said, a finger on her chin. She had never really considered the question, the same way she had never really considered what she would do upon her capture of the duo. She had always assumed it would happen, of course, but she hadn’t exactly planned out what she would do when it happened… she had always been more of a make it up as you go along sort of person.

“How much are you being paid?” the senator asked, testing her bonds. “Whatever it is, we can pay more.”

“Credits?” Grayce repeated. She didn’t even remember how much she was being paid for this. She had gotten so wrapped up with everything that little tidbits of information like that flew over her head.

“You must want something,” Senator Amidala said, with an exasperated sigh. “Let’s be civilized and talk this out.”

Now that Grayce thought about it, there was something she did want… she remembered the condescending, patronizing look the Jedi had given her. She remembered the mockery. Her back was still sore from when the Jedi had pushed her back using one of her Force tricks.

What did Grayce really want?

“I know what I want…” Grayce said slowly. The Senator almost looked happy at that, till Grayce began pulling off the high, tan boots to get at the ticklish soles underneath.

Then Amidala just looked shocked.

“W-what are you doing!” Senator Amidala said, fighting even harder in her bonds as she seemed to sense what was happening.

“There’s this thing Jarba the hutt, my boss, would do to me sometimes,” Grayce said, grunting as she unstrapped and tugged off Amidala’s right boot, revealing a slender, pale, nyloned foot underneath. “He would strap me up to a pole in his club, and make me dance for him.”

Amidala let out a little squeak as her second boot plopped free. “Can you guess how?” Grayce asked, her fingers positioned directly underneath the pair of squirming, senator feet.

“They tickled you,” Amidala said, in a quiet voice that was full of certainty.

“Aren’t you smart!” Grayce said, her speech peppered with chuckles. Amidala soon did the same, as Grayce’s gloved hands began exploring the vulnerable, nylon-clad soles. She stroked an exploratory finger down the arch of the Senator's right foot, and then the left, marvelling at how this motion was enough to crack the senator's frown into a ticklish smirk.

“Gahahaha, nohohohoho!” the senator wailed, wiggling her feet right and left, but Grayce tracked the feet with laser-like precision, making sure her fingers never broke contact for a second.

“I know what it feels like, Senator,” Grayce said, as her finges scratched deeper, right at the very centre of the sole, under the balls of the feet. “I wouldn’t dance for Jarba, so he would tickle me all over till I would. Feathers on my stomach, brushes on my nylon feet… it was unbearable.”

Amidala shook her head wildly from side to side, as if denying the sensations that were swarming her body, but Grayce was far from finished. “I would be just like you now!” Grayce laughed, spidering her fingers along the sides of Amidala’s scrunching, spasming soles.

“Jarba hated my scowl… he would always burble about how I should smile more… that disgusting Hutt,” Grayce shook her head, tickling even harder as if Amidala’s wild laughter were bullets she could fire at the smug Hutt boss of hers. “But I must say, Senator, you look a lot prettier now that you’re smiling!” Grayce said with a giggle, as she then switched to tickling each of Amidala's pedicured, pretty toes, pinching them and scraping her fingernails along the top of them. The senator would give an unsenatorial yelp with each pinch and bounce up and down as she tried to evade the tickling touches on her sensitive digits.

“Though I must confess… I’m starting to see the appeal!” Grayce tittered, as she started to flick her fingernails across Amidala's tender toes, tickling each one with a careful flick of a fingernail. Grayce had always been curious about tickling, what with being on the relieving end of it so often, but this was her first time to be fully in control, and she liked it.

“Nohohoho! Nahahaha!” were all the words distinguished, dignified Padme Amidala could say, as her immaculately done hair became more ragged and dishevelled by the ticklish moment. “Ahahahasoka! Hehehelp me! You’re my only hohohohope!”

“Oh, your Jedi friend?” Grayce started sliding her fingers under Amidala’s toes, and in between them, rummaging ruthlessly all over the sensitive flesh within. “She’ll get her turn soon enough, don’t you worry… say… where do you think she’s ticklish?”

O-O-O

Stirred by her friend’s pleas, Ahsoka’s eyes slowly began to flutter open, her Jedi training rapidly filtering the body-numbing sensations of the bounty hunter’s trickery from her system.  As Ahsoka’s bright blue eyes opened, they were exposed to the sight of the dishevelled Senator. Senator Amidala certainly looked the worse for wear, with watery make-up running down her sweat-streaked face. Her tidy chestnut-brown hair had also become a wild mess, as if she had been wading through a cyclone. To complete this strange picture, a rough gag had been shoved in her dainty mouth.

Clearly, the poor Senator had undergone some kind of horrific, unspeakable trauma. With a noble, righteous fury burning away in her chest, Ahsoka’s body sprang to action! ...or she would have, if she hadn’t discovered the firm bonds shackling her to some heavy plastisteel chair.

“Gah!” she grunted, heaving her whole body forward, but only succeeding in moving the chair an inch. ”Are you okay, Senator Amidala?”

With the gag in her mouth, Amidala was in no condition to answer, and Ahsoka mentally berated herself for asking such a redundant question.

“Ah, so our Jedi friend has awakened from her nap,” said a haughty voice, dripping with superciliousness. “About time you woke up,” said the joke of a bounty hunter they had encountered earlier, now looking significantly less of a joke. “Amidala and I had to… entertain ourselves while we were waiting,” she said, flashing Ahsoka a knowing smile.

“You’ll pay for this,” Ahsoka hissed, clenching her fist and urging The Force to come forth and wipe that slimy smile off this bounty hunter’s face.

The bounty hunter put her hands on her womanly hips and waited, her head tilted. She smiled. “Well? I’m waiting…”

After focusing for a few more moments without immediate effect, Ahsoka stopped and gasped, realizing she was closer to giving herself an aneurysm than do anything helpful.

“Wha-what?” was all she could say.

“Neural disruptor,” the bounty hunter said, with a maddeningly wide grin. “Oh, I really thought you Jedi were smarter than this.”

“We are!” Ahsoka snarled, thrashing at her bonds, but only succeeding in making her wrists and ankles sore. Or at least sorer.

“Now you asked me a question, so it’s only fair that you answer mine.”

“Let us go, you stupid nerf-herder!”

“Now, now!” the bounty hunter put a hand to her mouth as if shocked. “There’s no need for such language. The Senator was never this crude, even when I tickled her toes pink.”

The last sentence sent alarms ringing through Ahsoka’s mind, but she had little time to mull it over as the woman hovered over Ahsoka’s nylon-clad soles with a toothbrush in hand.

O-O-O

“My goodness,” Grayce said, clapping her hands to her face for dramatic effect. “Your feet got all dirty and sweaty from all your running around!” Grayce shook her head, right in front of Jedi. “Dear me, whatever will the Senator think of you?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The grim Togruta Jedi just glared at her, from over the tips of those nylon-covered toes. “Don’t you worry, I’ll wash right through the material, no problem…” Grayce had a feeling the Jedi would be every bit as ticklish as that pampered and powdered royal.

“This is your last chance to beg me for mercy…” Grayce offered, feeling magnanimous, yet the foolhardy Jedi just grit her teeth and stared, defiance in those big blue eyes of hers.

The façade of toughness was quickly shattered as a pail of soapy water appeared in front of the orange soles. Grayce laughed at the blossoming fear the Jedi’s eyes. She dipped the toothbrush in the soapy water and shrugged, swirling it around, clicking it against the metal sides.

It was clear that the Jedi had been surprised by how much it would tickle. Grayce shook her head, almost sorry for the girl as the Jedi shrieked and bucked, foot thrashing wildly when the soapy toothbrush bristles scraped against her dirty soles. After being remiss on one of her debts, Grayce had once been hauled out into the streets, with all the passerbys given free rein to ‘clean’ her soles in order to pay her debts, with the Hutts charging money for each person who wanted a shot at the mighty bounty hunter’s sensitive soles. There had been many people jealous of her in that neighbourhood, so they took a particular malevolent glee in scrubbing her pretty pink feet till they were spotless.

Yet it seemed the Jedi might be even more responsive to the brush than Grayce had ever been. That was almost funny, Grayce thoughts, as she meandered down to scrub at Ahsoka’s heel. With the nylons in the way, the cleaning was just pretence, but who was Grayce to complain, as her brush moved up to stroke across the ball of her foot. She knew intimately how maddening it felt to be tickled there, with every tiny, little prickle sliding down the side of the arch…

More than once, Grayce caught the Torgruta glancing at the bound-up Senator. “Your friend can’t save you,” Grayce said, with a chuckle, her fingers still tickling as she spoke. “The odds would be astronomical of some spoiled brat like her working her way through those binds!”

Deciding to give the Jedi something more to think about, Grayce glanced down at those at the Jedi’s juicy, orange toes, still clad in those stockings. Mesmerized, Grayce slowly brushed the trembling big toe, then across the tip, weaving to the sides, lapping along the pads, before delving under the fleshy underside. Grayce was keenly focused on her task. And why not? Her target couldn't even move, after all. The screeches of Ahsoka’s loud, loud laughter bounced across the small room, an eerie sort of soundtrack as she began to work in between Ahsoka’s toes, delighting as the music began to rise, feeling like quite the conductor… only the laughter suddenly stopped.

Grayce turned to scratch her head, but found she could not move.

“Never tell me the odds,” came the cool voice of Senator Padme Amidala, and as Grayce toppled to the floor, she saw the blaster in the Senator’s dainty hand…

Membership Extension

Journal Entry: Sun Dec 20, 2015, 7:37 AM
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Wow... right when my membership expires, a kind, anonymous fellow decides to extend it for me. All I can say is a big thank you for the generous person doing this for me! 

I shall take this as further motivation to continue writing wonderful stories for you all!

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ToS TK: Interrogation Training

O-O-O

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. 

O-O-O

“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…”

“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…”

“No!”

“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.

“Yehehehes!”

“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.

O-O-O

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….

O-O-O

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

“Wha-“

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

O-O-O

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.

O-O-O

“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…”

 

                                                                                                                   

                                     

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