The young woman howled with laughter as a tall figure with long black
hair ran a feather across her bare feet. “AAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Her bound feet wiggled, toes flexing, as the tawny feather tickled her
soles.
“Tickle tickle,” the dark-haired man said teasingly, in a deep voice. “Having fun, Erika-dono? Coochie coochie coo.”
Though her face was already pink from laughter, Erika flushed a little more. “NAAAHAHAHA! DON’T SAAAY THAAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAA!” Her long back hair was wild, spread out on the mossy green ground that she lay on. Erika’s whole body was quivering with helpless laughter, from the black cat ears on her head to the ten squirming toes on her pale feet, and her bright blue eyes were squeezed shut as uncontrollable laughter continued to fall from her open mouth.
“NYYEEEHEHEHEHEHE!” Erika laughed, trying to tug free her bound wrists. “LEHEHEHEHET ME GOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The soft feather slipped between her toes and she let out a loud moan. How had she managed to get herself in such a ticklish situation!?
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Hmmm. Erika pursed her lips, twirling in a circle as she stared at her surroundings. Had she seen that tree before? No, of course not. The forest was full of trees! Sure, this tree had the same broken branch on the left side and a small hollowed-out hole above the curved twig sticking out of the front...
Erika sighed. Yup, she was lost. Completely, hopelessly lost.
A small frown crossed her face, and her long black tail gave an involuntary wiggle. She really should have brought a map with her, and certainly a cell phone, but when she woke up early that morning and saw the blinding sun shining down on the world, she desperately wanted to go for a walk.
Being part jaguar, Erika loved the forest. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday had all been cold, rainy, and miserable - how could she pass up the chance to go outside on the one day that the sun was shining, it was warm out, and the sky was bright blue with only a smattering of clouds? She had been so excited that she’d set off wearing only a black minidress and a pair of black slip-on shoes.
The day was bound to be perfect!
-except for her terrible sense of direction.
Well, it wasn’t the end of the world. According to her watch, it was barely noon. That gave her plenty of time to wander around the forest some more and find a way back home. Nothing to worry about in the least.
A small, hopeful smile on her face, she set off again.
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*grrrrrrrrrr*
Erika grimaced.
*GRRRRRRRR*
She huffed and rubbed her noisy, aching belly, wishing that she had thought to pack a bag of food. Her poor belly was starving! And although Erika had been walking around for two straight hours, and had stumbled across a family of adorable bunnies, a small field of bright yellow daisies, some wild rose bushes, many stunning trees, and a rare bald eagle, she had yet to come across anything recognizable as a path to civilization.
Not for the first time that day, she wished she’d brought her cell phone, a map, or even a compass - or better yet, another person. Erika loved being around other people, especially her friends, and yet she’d gone the morning and early afternoon without seeing a single soul!
It was rather lonely...
None of her friends would have come for a walk with her though. They either had work to do, didn’t like walking, didn’t like forests, were afraid of wolves - not that there were any wolves, silly Markus - or had allergies to pollen, dust, dirt, leaves, and just about everything else in the world, and could barely walk around in a crowded supermarket, let alone in the comparatively-highly-allergenic forest behind Erika’s house.
She sighed. Erika loved her friends, she really did, but honestly, they could be such wimps! The forest was such a magnificent place. The flora and fauna was so gorgeous, and it was so peaceful too; the wind blowing softly, gently rustling the leaves on the bushes and trees; the occasional call of a deer or chirp of a bluebird. It was just the right amount of quiet-
Her belly let out another loud growl that trailed off into a series of small gurgles.
Though what she wouldn’t give for the sound of construction, crowded streets, and noisy highway traffic. Erika was unbelievably hungry, and was starting to wonder if she was ever going to find her way back home. Not a single road, house, or person in sight, and she wouldn’t be shocked to discover that she had been wandering around in circles for the past hour. There was nothing...
Wait.
Wait a second.
What was that? Erika cocked her head, straining her ears to hear a sound, something, anything. Listening hard, she waited. Nearly three minutes later, she heard a faint sound. Not a quiet one, but one that was very far away. A moment later, she heard another - a soft “thud.” An axe? Perhaps there was a logger up ahead, cutting down trees?
Erika began moving towards the left, through the green shrubbery. She walked quickly, filled with newfound energy. If it was a lumberjack, he would have a truck. She could hitch a ride back to the city and finally be home, where she had a cat and a pantry full of food waiting for her.
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After fifteen minutes of climbing over rocks, ducking under branches, and stumbling through pricker-bushes, Erika was close to giving up. She had sworn that the faint noises were coming from the direction she had been traveling in, but after walking for a quarter or an hour she had found nothing.
She collapsed on a flat rock, pulling her knees up to her chest and burying her head in her arms. Would she ever get out of the forest? Tears were just beginning to form in her bright blue eyes when she heard a twig snap on the ground to her right.
“Hmm. What do we have here?” a deep voice asked from above her head.
Erika peeked up from where she was huddled on the rock. A man stood above her, staring down with a calm, slightly interested expression on his face. He looked a few years Erika’s senior, and was tall, light-skinned, with grey eyes. His long black hair had a white streak on the left side, and was gathered in a ponytail behind his back. The man was dressed in all black, from his button-up top to his tall leather boots. A feather was in his mouth, and there was a formidable-looking hawk perched on his shoulder.
Suddenly shy, Erika lowered her eyes and blushed slightly. “Uhm - Hello. I’m, uh, Erika. J-Jaguire.” she stammered. “And I’m a little... lost? I was, uh, going for a w-walk when I realized that I have no idea where I am...” she glanced up, her cheeks still pink.
The man nodded. “I see. It is nice to meet you Erika-dono. I am Simon Blackquill.”
He gestured to the bird sitting on his shoulder. “This is Taka.”
Erika stared. “Uhm... d-dono?”
“It is an honorific title,” Simon explained. “I address most people as such.”
“Oh,” she nodded. “OK.”
Erika’s stomach gave a long growl. She blushed bright red.
“You seem hungry,” said Simon, without a change in expression. “Why do you not come back to my home so that I may make you some lunch.”
“Ahh - alright. Thank you,” Erika replied, standing up from the rock. Simon set off, walking at a brisk pace, and Erika hurried to catch up. She opened her mouth a couple times, but snapped it shut before any words could come out. She didn’t want to say anything stupid or embarrassing. Anyway, it was enough trouble keeping up with Simon. His tall legs forced her to speed-walk in order to keep up with his long strides.
Peering ahead, she saw a tiny brown shape peeking through the trees in the distance. As they got closer the object grew larger and larger until it was a small log cabin, quaint-looking, with a door, a few windows, and smoke rising out of the chimney.
As Simon strode towards the door, Erika following behind, she spotted a pile of freshly-cut logs with a dull-red axe resting on top.
“I was just getting ready to eat when I came across you,” Simon said, opening the door.
They stepped inside. The cabin was small, but not terribly so. It had only three rooms. One was a cramped bathroom, while the other had the door closed and was clearly the bedroom. The larger main room had a fireplace, couch, and coffee table on one end, and two wooden chairs, a table, stove, refrigerator, microwave, and cupboard on the other. There was cornbread, a steak, a bowl of steaming-hot peas, and a pitcher of water all sitting in the middle of the wooden table.
Taka soared over to one of the chairs and perched on the back. Simon went over the cupboard and pulled out two plates and two cups. “Take a seat,” he said.
Erika sat down on the chair that Taka wasn’t perched on. Her belly gurgled hungrily. “This looks delicious,” she said, trying to make conversation. “Did you make it?”
“Yes,” Simon answered simply.
He handed her a plate and poured them each a glass of water before sitting down at the remaining seat. The two ate in silence for a few minutes before Erika cleared her throat. “This is a lovely home,” she said. “It’s so rustic.”
“This is not my home,” said Simon cryptically.
“Oh!” Erika exclaimed, flushing. “I - y-yes, of course, I’m sorry, I uh, just thought that-”
“This cabin belongs to a friend,” Simon said, interrupting her stammered apologies. “I am staying here merely for the purpose of taking a - break, away from society.”
“Oh,” Erika whispered. “Yes, of course.”
She was still jittery from nerves and embarrassment, and when her shaking hand brought the glass of water up to her lips, a few drops spilled out and fell on her chest.
As Simon’s intense gaze went to her breasts, Erika flushed harder and went to blot the area with a cloth napkin. In the process her elbow knocked against her still-full glass. It fell, sending a cascade of water tumbling down her front and into her lap.
“Oh no!” Erika gasped. She stared, horrified, at her soaked minidress. What was she going to do?
Simon stood from the table. “I have a robe you can put on,” he told her. “I will go get it.”
A second later he had returned with a long black bathrobe. “Put this on,” Simon ordered.
Erika blushed. “I can’t,” she protested.
“Please. I would not want you to be uncomfortable in that wet dress.” He smiled charmingly at Erika and she realized with a start that it was the first time since she met him that he had looked anything but impassive.
“Well - o-ok,” she stammered. Walking hurriedly over to the tiny bathroom, she stepped inside and shut the door. Stripping out of her wet minidress, she slid the rope on over her underwear. Her cheeks bright pink, Erika tiptoed out of the bathroom, minidress balled up in her hand.
“Come sit,” Simon said, patting the cushion next to him on the small couch.
Erika sat down on the couch, her thigh pressed up against Simon’s long leg.
“You look quite lovely,” he told her. Erika blushed and her lips twitched into a smile.
“Thanks,” she murmured, embarrassed.
“Now, how exactly did you get lost?” asked Simon, looking slightly amused. “You managed to have come quite a ways out into this forest.”
“Uh,” began Erika. “Well, I just love going for walks in the forest. Today was so nice that I had to be outside. Except I, uhm, don’t have a very great sense of direction.” She blushed a bit harder.
Simon just nodded, a slight smirk on his face. “Well, where exactly do you live?” he asked. “Perhaps there is time for me to take you home before it is completely dark out.” While he was talking he placed a hand on Erika’s thigh and squeezed gently.
“Ohhh,” she moaned.
Simon stared, looking a bit confused. “Is something wrong, Erika-dono?”
She turned beet red and stammered, “Uh, nuh, no! No, no, nothing. You just, uhm. Pinched me.” She closed her eyes, wishing that she could disappear. Hopefully Simon wouldn’t push it...
With his hand still on her leg, Simon ran his fingers over her thigh.
Erika moaned again, before a quiet giggle escaped her lips.
Simon stared, then gave her thigh another squeeze. Holding in a moan, Erika gasped quietly. Her face burning and flushed, she jumped up. “I’ve, uh, I’ve got to go,” she babbled, ignoring the fact that she had no idea how to get home. “Uhm, thanks for the meal, it was great. Bye!”
Aware that she was overreacting and certainly acting crazy, she grabbed her minidress and ran out the door and into the forest.
Something that Erika worked hard to keep secret was the fact that she was unbearably ticklish; it was her one great weakness. She loved being tickled - though she hated to admit it, even to herself - but she could not bear the thought of anyone discovering how ticklish she was, least of all a stranger like Simon Blackquill.
She tugged the dress over her head and pulled the robe back on as she walked away from the cabin, not a clue where she was headed. It was getting late, and the sky was a mixture of oranges, pinks, and reds as the sun set. Her heart sank. If she couldn’t find her way home in the daylight, there was no way she could do it in the dark.
All of a sudden and hand clamped around her wrist. “What is wrong Erika-dono?” Simon asked. “Is there any reason you are so flustered? There was no need for you to leave so soon.”
She blushed. “Um, well. Yeah, sorry. I’d just like to go home, I guess.” She looked at his hand, which was still wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes traveled up Simon’s arm, to the black bag that was hanging from his shoulder.
“What’s in that bag?” she asked.
“I was not sure if I was going to be able to find you, Erika-dono, what with the way you ran from the cabin.” Simon said, avoiding the question. He paused. “Are you ticklish, Erika-dono? Is that why you were so tense earlier?”
Erika squeaked nervously, which seemed to be answer enough for Simon.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, pointing his piercing gaze in her direction.
“Yes, so, I really do need to go,” Erika said quickly. “Need to find a way back and all.”
“I would be glad to take you home,” Simon replied.
“Oh. Ah, well, uhm, ok,” Erika said, surprised. The two began walking.
“I would like to ask you something, Erika-dono,” said Simon abruptly after a few minutes, turning to face her.
“Alright...” Erika said hesitantly. “What is it?”
“I want to tickle you.” After seeing her immediately blush and move away, Simon continued, “Please. It would only be for a few minutes - it would make me very happy to do so.” Without a change in expression he added, “It may also help me to get you home faster.”
Erika blinked. Was he blackmailing her? Saying that he wouldn’t help her get home unless she let him tickle her? Still blushing, Erika pondered for a moment. It was so embarrassing to be tickled, more so because she loved it so much. She did not particularly want Simon to tickle her - but he did say it would be for just a few minutes. He didn’t seem like a serial killer or rapist. And it would be worth it if it convinced him to take her home - she was ready to be back in her bed, eating her own food, with her phone and television and magazines.
“I guess so,” she murmured in defeat. “But only for a few minutes, right?”
“Of course,” Simon said. “Perhaps over here?” He gestured to a spot of bare, mossy ground not far away from where they were standing. They went over, and Simon ordered, “Sit down on the ground.” Erika sat, feeling nervous and greatly embarrassed. At least the robe she had borrowed from Simon covered all but her neck and lower legs.
Simon placed a hand on her thigh and rubbed it up and down. Erika moaned loudly. “Wait, wait!” she said, panicked. “Ummm... don’t tickle there.”
“Where then?” Simon asked, raising an eyebrow.
“My uhm. Uh, legs. My legs.” Not that those weren’t ticklish too, but she usually just laughed when her legs were tickled. It was better than moaning the way she had been every time Simon tickled her thighs.
Simon began running his fingers over her bare legs, causing Erika to giggle. She fidgeted slightly and tried to distract herself as Simon continued tickling her. However, as the minutes passed Simon kept on tickling her legs, and Erika was soon out of distractions. “Stahahahahaha, noohohoo!” she cried, breaking into full-bellied laughter.
Still tickling her, Simon glanced down. “You have very cute feet Erika-dono,” he said. With one hand still tickling her left thigh, the other reached toward her feet, which were protected only by the small slip-on shoes she wore.
Erika jumped up, unable to stand it anymore. “Uhm, ok, I think I’m done being tickled,” she said. “That was enough. I’ll just start walking this way, maybe there’s a road up ahead...” Erika began walking quickly, wanting nothing more than to get away from the man who knew her ticklish secret. Her feet were impossibly ticklish, and if Simon, anyone, were to tickle them...
Suddenly Erika was tackled from behind. Without even thinking she screamed, before a large hand was clamped over her mouth.
“It is no use Erika-dono,” said Simon, pinning her down to the ground. “There are no others around for miles.”
He slung her over his shoulder and carried her over to some trees a few feet away. Simon pulled off Erika’s robe and tugged off her shoes, before lying her down on her back and taking a coil of rope from the large black bag over his shoulder. Erika yelped and tried to scramble around, but Simon pushed her back down to the ground. He tied her wrists tightly together with the rope, then pulled them above her head and bound them to a tree trunk. He did the same to her ankles, and in a matter of minutes Erika was lying stretched out between two trees in only her black minidress, unable to get away.
“What are you doing?” she cried fearfully. Was he going to...
Simon smirked. As he unzipped his bag, Taka landed on his shoulder. Pulling out a few battery-powered lamps, Simon hung them on tree branches surrounding himself and Erika. When he was finished, the small area of forest they were in was lit up brightly, even while the sky continued to get darker.
“You see, Erika-dono,” Simon said calmly, “I was going to take you back to your home. However, that was before I realized that you are ticklish, and just how very ticklish.”
Erika gulped.
“So you see, I just am not able to resist the chance to tickle a girl as beautiful as you,” Simon finished, taking the long feather out of his mouth.
Erika whimpered. “No! Please don’t tickle me more,” she begged.
Grinning wickedly, Simon slid his feather over Erika’s bare toes.
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Erika howled with laughter as Simon ran the feather across her bare feet. “AAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Her bound feet wiggled, toes flexing, as the tawny feather tickled her soles.
“Tickle tickle,” the dark-haired man said teasingly. “Having fun, Erika-dono? Coochie coochie coo.”
Though her face was already pink from laughter, Erika flushed a little more. “NAAAHAHAHA! DON’T SAAAY THAAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAA!” Her whole body was shaking with helpless laughter, from the cat ears on her head to the squirming toes on her feet, and her eyes were squeezed shut as uncontrollable laughter continued to fall from her open mouth.
“NYYEEEHEHEHEHEHE!” Erika laughed, trying to tug free her bound wrists. “LEHEHEHEHET ME GOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The soft feather slipped between her toes and she let out a loud moan.
Simon smirked. “I do not suppose you are ticklish anywhere else?” he asked as he put the feather back in his mouth. Placing his long fingers on Erika’s legs he wiggled them around, causing her to laugh. She shook her head back and forth desperately as Simon tickled her legs.
“No!” she cried. “Stahahahaha, ahahahahahaha-” her laughter turned to a loud moan as Simon’s fingers wiggled over her bare thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. How long was Simon going to tickle her? And where else!?
“Worry not Erika-dono,” Simon said, as if answering her thoughts. “I do not plan on letting you go until I have found every spot that you are ticklish. Tickle, tickle, tickle,” he teased as his fingers spidered over her thighs. “I can only hope that the rest of your - sensitive spots can elicit more of those delicious moans.”
There was so much blood rushing to Erika’s cheeks that she thought she might faint. It was bad enough that Simon had tickled her feet, thighs, and legs - but he was going to tickle her more? She had so many ticklish spots... most of which were very embarrassing. Feeling distraught and helpless, she struggled in an attempt to free herself.
“NO!” Erika shrieked. “Pleehehehehehehee-” her begging was lost in a fit of helpless giggles as Simon gently tickled her thighs.
He grinned wickedly. “So I know your legs and thighs are ticklish, Erika-dono, as well as your feet. Let me see where else - your underarms, perhaps?”
Simon’s hands moved to her armpits, and he wiggled his fingers against her skin. Erika laughed loudly. “Hahahahaha, ahahahahahahaha, naahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!” Seeming satisfied with her reaction, Simon’s left hand kept tickling Erika’s armpit. His other hand reached for the feather in his mouth. He pulled it out and brought in down towards her face, waving it in front of her eyes a few times before placing it on her neck.
As the feather caused the skin of her neck to erupt with sensation, Erika convulsed with laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAA, NAHAHAHAHAA! PLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NEEHEHEHE, AHAHAHAHAHAHA-” she cried, writhing at the combined feeling of both her armpit and neck being tickled. Simon began to drag the feather from her neck to her ear, and she howled with laughter. He continued the pattern, tickling her neck for a bit before moving up to tickle her ears, then moving back down to tickle her neck more.
“Gaah!” Erika cried, her throat beginning to grow hoarse from so much laughter. “Pleeeheheheese, ahahahaha, NAAAHAHAHAHAHA, PLEAHAHAHAHA, STAAHAHAHA, NO! WAHAHAHAHAHA-” she cried, her laughter becoming louder as Simon abandoned her underarms in favor of tickling her neck and ears at the same time.
Simon halted unexpectedly. For a moment Erika was dazed, still giggling helplessly as she wondered what was going on. When she realized that Simon had stopped she groaned.
Smirking, Simon gave her a few minutes to catch her breath. When she had regained normal breathing he said, “So, Erika-dono. Your feet, your legs, your thighs, your underarms, your neck, your ears - tell me, is there anywhere else you are ticklish?”
She shook her head back and forth. “No! Nope, I’m not. Sorry.” Simon stared at her, unconvinced. “A-are you going to l-l-let me go?” she stammered. “You’ve been tickling me for a while.” Lying sideways she could see his watch, which read 5:30 pm. Wait, what!? How could that be correct? She had left the cabin in a rush at 4:20 - Simon had been tickling her for over an hour? Impossible!
“Yes,” Simon agreed. “But I fear I have not yet discovered all of your ticklish spots.”
Erika gulped and stared at Simon with wide eyes.
Simon placed a hand on her side and ran his fingers up and down slowly. “Mmmmm,” Erika moaned as her sides tingled with pleasure. She wiggled in the ropes. Simon placed his other hand on the opposite side of Erika’s body and tickled both her sides simultaneously. She giggled and moaned again, blushing deeply.
“I wonder,” Simon said thoughtfully. “If you are this ticklish with your dress on, how ticklish must your bare skin be?” Erika squeaked as Simon grabbed the hem of her minidress, pulling it up until it rested below her breasts, exposing her black lacy panties, sides, stomach, belly button, and the bottom of her rib cage.
Simon placed his hands on Erika’s bared sides. “Nnngh!” she moaned loudly as he began spidering his fingers across her bare skin. She moaned louder when his fingers moved onto her stomach and ribs. “Mmmmm, sto-op!” she gasped, sucking in her stomach. Simon began moving his fingers faster. They scrambled over her skin, tickling every inch of her stomach. “Hahahahahaha, staaahahahahaha, ahahahahaha, bahahahahaha-” Erika cried, before her laughter trailed off into another loud moan.
Still tickling her stomach, Simon moved one hand down to her thighs, which were definitely very bare. He began to tickle Erika’s thigh as well, causing her to burst into helpless laughter that was interrupted every so often by a low moan as her stomach was tickled.
“You are having fun Erika-dono, are you not?” Simon asked. Erika was laughing so hard that she could only shake her head. “Wrong answer,” said Simon, plunging his index finger into her belly button.
Erika quivered and she nodded frantically. “Yehehehehehes!” she cried. “Ohhh!” Erika moaned loudly as Simon swirled his finger around inside her belly button.
“Yes what,” Simon said. “Be specific.”
“Yeahaahahahahaa, I am h-having fuahahahaha, ahahahahahaha!”
Simon wiggled his finger inside Erika’s belly button a moment longer before placing both of his hands back on her middle, running them up and down her sides. She moaned and whimpered, twisting around in the ropes that bound her.
“Nnnnnh,” Erika moaned. Feeling hopeless, she lay limp as Simon tickled her sides, stomach, and belly button. She was unable to hold back her laughter and moans and she had given up trying to, though her cheeks were flushed with laughter and embarrassment. Giving in, she let him tickle her. In the midst of the tickle torture, Erika realized - and she was glad that she was laughing so hard or else she may have told Simon - that she was rather enjoying the tickling, in a way. Although she didn’t want anyone to know, and she was so, so, so very embarrassed by it - in a way she did like being tickled.
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When Simon finally took his hands off of Erika for good, she had tears of laughter running down her face. It had been nearly another hour - in addition to the first - that Simon had been tickling her, and she was tickled out. She lay limp as he untied her, first her wrists and then her ankles. When she was free, Erika simply lay on the ground, filled with relief. Then she remembered that her dress was still pulled up, and she hastily tugged it back down.
“Did you enjoy that, Erika-dono?” Simon asked with an air of great amusement.
Erika blushed helplessly. While she had been afraid each time Simon found another one of her ticklish spots and tortured her there, in many ways she had also greatly enjoyed the tickle torture. She was at a loss for why she had such a large tickle fetish.
Simon pulled her to her feet and lead her a little ways into the woods. “There,” he said. “That will take you back into town; you should be able to find your way home from there.” Erika stared in amazement. A narrow, winding dirt path was directly in front of her, ready to lead her out of the woods and back home. And to think, she had been not fifty yards away from it the entire time Simon had been tickling her. She looked back at the tall man to see him smirking at her.
“Farewell, Erika-dono,” Simon said as she got on the path and began walking away into the night. “I hope we may meet again someday.”
With mixed feelings of both wishing to never see Simon Blackquill again and wanting him to tickle her more, Erika walked faster. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted from Simon, if anything. But she was definitely glad to be going home; where hopefully no one else would discover her secret, embarrassing tickling fetish.
“Tickle tickle,” the dark-haired man said teasingly, in a deep voice. “Having fun, Erika-dono? Coochie coochie coo.”
Though her face was already pink from laughter, Erika flushed a little more. “NAAAHAHAHA! DON’T SAAAY THAAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAA!” Her long back hair was wild, spread out on the mossy green ground that she lay on. Erika’s whole body was quivering with helpless laughter, from the black cat ears on her head to the ten squirming toes on her pale feet, and her bright blue eyes were squeezed shut as uncontrollable laughter continued to fall from her open mouth.
“NYYEEEHEHEHEHEHE!” Erika laughed, trying to tug free her bound wrists. “LEHEHEHEHET ME GOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The soft feather slipped between her toes and she let out a loud moan. How had she managed to get herself in such a ticklish situation!?
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Hmmm. Erika pursed her lips, twirling in a circle as she stared at her surroundings. Had she seen that tree before? No, of course not. The forest was full of trees! Sure, this tree had the same broken branch on the left side and a small hollowed-out hole above the curved twig sticking out of the front...
Erika sighed. Yup, she was lost. Completely, hopelessly lost.
A small frown crossed her face, and her long black tail gave an involuntary wiggle. She really should have brought a map with her, and certainly a cell phone, but when she woke up early that morning and saw the blinding sun shining down on the world, she desperately wanted to go for a walk.
Being part jaguar, Erika loved the forest. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday had all been cold, rainy, and miserable - how could she pass up the chance to go outside on the one day that the sun was shining, it was warm out, and the sky was bright blue with only a smattering of clouds? She had been so excited that she’d set off wearing only a black minidress and a pair of black slip-on shoes.
The day was bound to be perfect!
-except for her terrible sense of direction.
Well, it wasn’t the end of the world. According to her watch, it was barely noon. That gave her plenty of time to wander around the forest some more and find a way back home. Nothing to worry about in the least.
A small, hopeful smile on her face, she set off again.
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*grrrrrrrrrr*
Erika grimaced.
*GRRRRRRRR*
She huffed and rubbed her noisy, aching belly, wishing that she had thought to pack a bag of food. Her poor belly was starving! And although Erika had been walking around for two straight hours, and had stumbled across a family of adorable bunnies, a small field of bright yellow daisies, some wild rose bushes, many stunning trees, and a rare bald eagle, she had yet to come across anything recognizable as a path to civilization.
Not for the first time that day, she wished she’d brought her cell phone, a map, or even a compass - or better yet, another person. Erika loved being around other people, especially her friends, and yet she’d gone the morning and early afternoon without seeing a single soul!
It was rather lonely...
None of her friends would have come for a walk with her though. They either had work to do, didn’t like walking, didn’t like forests, were afraid of wolves - not that there were any wolves, silly Markus - or had allergies to pollen, dust, dirt, leaves, and just about everything else in the world, and could barely walk around in a crowded supermarket, let alone in the comparatively-highly-allergenic forest behind Erika’s house.
She sighed. Erika loved her friends, she really did, but honestly, they could be such wimps! The forest was such a magnificent place. The flora and fauna was so gorgeous, and it was so peaceful too; the wind blowing softly, gently rustling the leaves on the bushes and trees; the occasional call of a deer or chirp of a bluebird. It was just the right amount of quiet-
Her belly let out another loud growl that trailed off into a series of small gurgles.
Though what she wouldn’t give for the sound of construction, crowded streets, and noisy highway traffic. Erika was unbelievably hungry, and was starting to wonder if she was ever going to find her way back home. Not a single road, house, or person in sight, and she wouldn’t be shocked to discover that she had been wandering around in circles for the past hour. There was nothing...
Wait.
Wait a second.
What was that? Erika cocked her head, straining her ears to hear a sound, something, anything. Listening hard, she waited. Nearly three minutes later, she heard a faint sound. Not a quiet one, but one that was very far away. A moment later, she heard another - a soft “thud.” An axe? Perhaps there was a logger up ahead, cutting down trees?
Erika began moving towards the left, through the green shrubbery. She walked quickly, filled with newfound energy. If it was a lumberjack, he would have a truck. She could hitch a ride back to the city and finally be home, where she had a cat and a pantry full of food waiting for her.
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After fifteen minutes of climbing over rocks, ducking under branches, and stumbling through pricker-bushes, Erika was close to giving up. She had sworn that the faint noises were coming from the direction she had been traveling in, but after walking for a quarter or an hour she had found nothing.
She collapsed on a flat rock, pulling her knees up to her chest and burying her head in her arms. Would she ever get out of the forest? Tears were just beginning to form in her bright blue eyes when she heard a twig snap on the ground to her right.
“Hmm. What do we have here?” a deep voice asked from above her head.
Erika peeked up from where she was huddled on the rock. A man stood above her, staring down with a calm, slightly interested expression on his face. He looked a few years Erika’s senior, and was tall, light-skinned, with grey eyes. His long black hair had a white streak on the left side, and was gathered in a ponytail behind his back. The man was dressed in all black, from his button-up top to his tall leather boots. A feather was in his mouth, and there was a formidable-looking hawk perched on his shoulder.
Suddenly shy, Erika lowered her eyes and blushed slightly. “Uhm - Hello. I’m, uh, Erika. J-Jaguire.” she stammered. “And I’m a little... lost? I was, uh, going for a w-walk when I realized that I have no idea where I am...” she glanced up, her cheeks still pink.
The man nodded. “I see. It is nice to meet you Erika-dono. I am Simon Blackquill.”
He gestured to the bird sitting on his shoulder. “This is Taka.”
Erika stared. “Uhm... d-dono?”
“It is an honorific title,” Simon explained. “I address most people as such.”
“Oh,” she nodded. “OK.”
Erika’s stomach gave a long growl. She blushed bright red.
“You seem hungry,” said Simon, without a change in expression. “Why do you not come back to my home so that I may make you some lunch.”
“Ahh - alright. Thank you,” Erika replied, standing up from the rock. Simon set off, walking at a brisk pace, and Erika hurried to catch up. She opened her mouth a couple times, but snapped it shut before any words could come out. She didn’t want to say anything stupid or embarrassing. Anyway, it was enough trouble keeping up with Simon. His tall legs forced her to speed-walk in order to keep up with his long strides.
Peering ahead, she saw a tiny brown shape peeking through the trees in the distance. As they got closer the object grew larger and larger until it was a small log cabin, quaint-looking, with a door, a few windows, and smoke rising out of the chimney.
As Simon strode towards the door, Erika following behind, she spotted a pile of freshly-cut logs with a dull-red axe resting on top.
“I was just getting ready to eat when I came across you,” Simon said, opening the door.
They stepped inside. The cabin was small, but not terribly so. It had only three rooms. One was a cramped bathroom, while the other had the door closed and was clearly the bedroom. The larger main room had a fireplace, couch, and coffee table on one end, and two wooden chairs, a table, stove, refrigerator, microwave, and cupboard on the other. There was cornbread, a steak, a bowl of steaming-hot peas, and a pitcher of water all sitting in the middle of the wooden table.
Taka soared over to one of the chairs and perched on the back. Simon went over the cupboard and pulled out two plates and two cups. “Take a seat,” he said.
Erika sat down on the chair that Taka wasn’t perched on. Her belly gurgled hungrily. “This looks delicious,” she said, trying to make conversation. “Did you make it?”
“Yes,” Simon answered simply.
He handed her a plate and poured them each a glass of water before sitting down at the remaining seat. The two ate in silence for a few minutes before Erika cleared her throat. “This is a lovely home,” she said. “It’s so rustic.”
“This is not my home,” said Simon cryptically.
“Oh!” Erika exclaimed, flushing. “I - y-yes, of course, I’m sorry, I uh, just thought that-”
“This cabin belongs to a friend,” Simon said, interrupting her stammered apologies. “I am staying here merely for the purpose of taking a - break, away from society.”
“Oh,” Erika whispered. “Yes, of course.”
She was still jittery from nerves and embarrassment, and when her shaking hand brought the glass of water up to her lips, a few drops spilled out and fell on her chest.
As Simon’s intense gaze went to her breasts, Erika flushed harder and went to blot the area with a cloth napkin. In the process her elbow knocked against her still-full glass. It fell, sending a cascade of water tumbling down her front and into her lap.
“Oh no!” Erika gasped. She stared, horrified, at her soaked minidress. What was she going to do?
Simon stood from the table. “I have a robe you can put on,” he told her. “I will go get it.”
A second later he had returned with a long black bathrobe. “Put this on,” Simon ordered.
Erika blushed. “I can’t,” she protested.
“Please. I would not want you to be uncomfortable in that wet dress.” He smiled charmingly at Erika and she realized with a start that it was the first time since she met him that he had looked anything but impassive.
“Well - o-ok,” she stammered. Walking hurriedly over to the tiny bathroom, she stepped inside and shut the door. Stripping out of her wet minidress, she slid the rope on over her underwear. Her cheeks bright pink, Erika tiptoed out of the bathroom, minidress balled up in her hand.
“Come sit,” Simon said, patting the cushion next to him on the small couch.
Erika sat down on the couch, her thigh pressed up against Simon’s long leg.
“You look quite lovely,” he told her. Erika blushed and her lips twitched into a smile.
“Thanks,” she murmured, embarrassed.
“Now, how exactly did you get lost?” asked Simon, looking slightly amused. “You managed to have come quite a ways out into this forest.”
“Uh,” began Erika. “Well, I just love going for walks in the forest. Today was so nice that I had to be outside. Except I, uhm, don’t have a very great sense of direction.” She blushed a bit harder.
Simon just nodded, a slight smirk on his face. “Well, where exactly do you live?” he asked. “Perhaps there is time for me to take you home before it is completely dark out.” While he was talking he placed a hand on Erika’s thigh and squeezed gently.
“Ohhh,” she moaned.
Simon stared, looking a bit confused. “Is something wrong, Erika-dono?”
She turned beet red and stammered, “Uh, nuh, no! No, no, nothing. You just, uhm. Pinched me.” She closed her eyes, wishing that she could disappear. Hopefully Simon wouldn’t push it...
With his hand still on her leg, Simon ran his fingers over her thigh.
Erika moaned again, before a quiet giggle escaped her lips.
Simon stared, then gave her thigh another squeeze. Holding in a moan, Erika gasped quietly. Her face burning and flushed, she jumped up. “I’ve, uh, I’ve got to go,” she babbled, ignoring the fact that she had no idea how to get home. “Uhm, thanks for the meal, it was great. Bye!”
Aware that she was overreacting and certainly acting crazy, she grabbed her minidress and ran out the door and into the forest.
Something that Erika worked hard to keep secret was the fact that she was unbearably ticklish; it was her one great weakness. She loved being tickled - though she hated to admit it, even to herself - but she could not bear the thought of anyone discovering how ticklish she was, least of all a stranger like Simon Blackquill.
She tugged the dress over her head and pulled the robe back on as she walked away from the cabin, not a clue where she was headed. It was getting late, and the sky was a mixture of oranges, pinks, and reds as the sun set. Her heart sank. If she couldn’t find her way home in the daylight, there was no way she could do it in the dark.
All of a sudden and hand clamped around her wrist. “What is wrong Erika-dono?” Simon asked. “Is there any reason you are so flustered? There was no need for you to leave so soon.”
She blushed. “Um, well. Yeah, sorry. I’d just like to go home, I guess.” She looked at his hand, which was still wrapped around her wrist. Her eyes traveled up Simon’s arm, to the black bag that was hanging from his shoulder.
“What’s in that bag?” she asked.
“I was not sure if I was going to be able to find you, Erika-dono, what with the way you ran from the cabin.” Simon said, avoiding the question. He paused. “Are you ticklish, Erika-dono? Is that why you were so tense earlier?”
Erika squeaked nervously, which seemed to be answer enough for Simon.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, pointing his piercing gaze in her direction.
“Yes, so, I really do need to go,” Erika said quickly. “Need to find a way back and all.”
“I would be glad to take you home,” Simon replied.
“Oh. Ah, well, uhm, ok,” Erika said, surprised. The two began walking.
“I would like to ask you something, Erika-dono,” said Simon abruptly after a few minutes, turning to face her.
“Alright...” Erika said hesitantly. “What is it?”
“I want to tickle you.” After seeing her immediately blush and move away, Simon continued, “Please. It would only be for a few minutes - it would make me very happy to do so.” Without a change in expression he added, “It may also help me to get you home faster.”
Erika blinked. Was he blackmailing her? Saying that he wouldn’t help her get home unless she let him tickle her? Still blushing, Erika pondered for a moment. It was so embarrassing to be tickled, more so because she loved it so much. She did not particularly want Simon to tickle her - but he did say it would be for just a few minutes. He didn’t seem like a serial killer or rapist. And it would be worth it if it convinced him to take her home - she was ready to be back in her bed, eating her own food, with her phone and television and magazines.
“I guess so,” she murmured in defeat. “But only for a few minutes, right?”
“Of course,” Simon said. “Perhaps over here?” He gestured to a spot of bare, mossy ground not far away from where they were standing. They went over, and Simon ordered, “Sit down on the ground.” Erika sat, feeling nervous and greatly embarrassed. At least the robe she had borrowed from Simon covered all but her neck and lower legs.
Simon placed a hand on her thigh and rubbed it up and down. Erika moaned loudly. “Wait, wait!” she said, panicked. “Ummm... don’t tickle there.”
“Where then?” Simon asked, raising an eyebrow.
“My uhm. Uh, legs. My legs.” Not that those weren’t ticklish too, but she usually just laughed when her legs were tickled. It was better than moaning the way she had been every time Simon tickled her thighs.
Simon began running his fingers over her bare legs, causing Erika to giggle. She fidgeted slightly and tried to distract herself as Simon continued tickling her. However, as the minutes passed Simon kept on tickling her legs, and Erika was soon out of distractions. “Stahahahahaha, noohohoo!” she cried, breaking into full-bellied laughter.
Still tickling her, Simon glanced down. “You have very cute feet Erika-dono,” he said. With one hand still tickling her left thigh, the other reached toward her feet, which were protected only by the small slip-on shoes she wore.
Erika jumped up, unable to stand it anymore. “Uhm, ok, I think I’m done being tickled,” she said. “That was enough. I’ll just start walking this way, maybe there’s a road up ahead...” Erika began walking quickly, wanting nothing more than to get away from the man who knew her ticklish secret. Her feet were impossibly ticklish, and if Simon, anyone, were to tickle them...
Suddenly Erika was tackled from behind. Without even thinking she screamed, before a large hand was clamped over her mouth.
“It is no use Erika-dono,” said Simon, pinning her down to the ground. “There are no others around for miles.”
He slung her over his shoulder and carried her over to some trees a few feet away. Simon pulled off Erika’s robe and tugged off her shoes, before lying her down on her back and taking a coil of rope from the large black bag over his shoulder. Erika yelped and tried to scramble around, but Simon pushed her back down to the ground. He tied her wrists tightly together with the rope, then pulled them above her head and bound them to a tree trunk. He did the same to her ankles, and in a matter of minutes Erika was lying stretched out between two trees in only her black minidress, unable to get away.
“What are you doing?” she cried fearfully. Was he going to...
Simon smirked. As he unzipped his bag, Taka landed on his shoulder. Pulling out a few battery-powered lamps, Simon hung them on tree branches surrounding himself and Erika. When he was finished, the small area of forest they were in was lit up brightly, even while the sky continued to get darker.
“You see, Erika-dono,” Simon said calmly, “I was going to take you back to your home. However, that was before I realized that you are ticklish, and just how very ticklish.”
Erika gulped.
“So you see, I just am not able to resist the chance to tickle a girl as beautiful as you,” Simon finished, taking the long feather out of his mouth.
Erika whimpered. “No! Please don’t tickle me more,” she begged.
Grinning wickedly, Simon slid his feather over Erika’s bare toes.
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Erika howled with laughter as Simon ran the feather across her bare feet. “AAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Her bound feet wiggled, toes flexing, as the tawny feather tickled her soles.
“Tickle tickle,” the dark-haired man said teasingly. “Having fun, Erika-dono? Coochie coochie coo.”
Though her face was already pink from laughter, Erika flushed a little more. “NAAAHAHAHA! DON’T SAAAY THAAAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAA!” Her whole body was shaking with helpless laughter, from the cat ears on her head to the squirming toes on her feet, and her eyes were squeezed shut as uncontrollable laughter continued to fall from her open mouth.
“NYYEEEHEHEHEHEHE!” Erika laughed, trying to tug free her bound wrists. “LEHEHEHEHET ME GOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The soft feather slipped between her toes and she let out a loud moan.
Simon smirked. “I do not suppose you are ticklish anywhere else?” he asked as he put the feather back in his mouth. Placing his long fingers on Erika’s legs he wiggled them around, causing her to laugh. She shook her head back and forth desperately as Simon tickled her legs.
“No!” she cried. “Stahahahaha, ahahahahahaha-” her laughter turned to a loud moan as Simon’s fingers wiggled over her bare thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. How long was Simon going to tickle her? And where else!?
“Worry not Erika-dono,” Simon said, as if answering her thoughts. “I do not plan on letting you go until I have found every spot that you are ticklish. Tickle, tickle, tickle,” he teased as his fingers spidered over her thighs. “I can only hope that the rest of your - sensitive spots can elicit more of those delicious moans.”
There was so much blood rushing to Erika’s cheeks that she thought she might faint. It was bad enough that Simon had tickled her feet, thighs, and legs - but he was going to tickle her more? She had so many ticklish spots... most of which were very embarrassing. Feeling distraught and helpless, she struggled in an attempt to free herself.
“NO!” Erika shrieked. “Pleehehehehehehee-” her begging was lost in a fit of helpless giggles as Simon gently tickled her thighs.
He grinned wickedly. “So I know your legs and thighs are ticklish, Erika-dono, as well as your feet. Let me see where else - your underarms, perhaps?”
Simon’s hands moved to her armpits, and he wiggled his fingers against her skin. Erika laughed loudly. “Hahahahaha, ahahahahahahaha, naahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!” Seeming satisfied with her reaction, Simon’s left hand kept tickling Erika’s armpit. His other hand reached for the feather in his mouth. He pulled it out and brought in down towards her face, waving it in front of her eyes a few times before placing it on her neck.
As the feather caused the skin of her neck to erupt with sensation, Erika convulsed with laughter. “HAHAHAHAHAHAA, NAHAHAHAHAA! PLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NEEHEHEHE, AHAHAHAHAHAHA-” she cried, writhing at the combined feeling of both her armpit and neck being tickled. Simon began to drag the feather from her neck to her ear, and she howled with laughter. He continued the pattern, tickling her neck for a bit before moving up to tickle her ears, then moving back down to tickle her neck more.
“Gaah!” Erika cried, her throat beginning to grow hoarse from so much laughter. “Pleeeheheheese, ahahahaha, NAAAHAHAHAHAHA, PLEAHAHAHAHA, STAAHAHAHA, NO! WAHAHAHAHAHA-” she cried, her laughter becoming louder as Simon abandoned her underarms in favor of tickling her neck and ears at the same time.
Simon halted unexpectedly. For a moment Erika was dazed, still giggling helplessly as she wondered what was going on. When she realized that Simon had stopped she groaned.
Smirking, Simon gave her a few minutes to catch her breath. When she had regained normal breathing he said, “So, Erika-dono. Your feet, your legs, your thighs, your underarms, your neck, your ears - tell me, is there anywhere else you are ticklish?”
She shook her head back and forth. “No! Nope, I’m not. Sorry.” Simon stared at her, unconvinced. “A-are you going to l-l-let me go?” she stammered. “You’ve been tickling me for a while.” Lying sideways she could see his watch, which read 5:30 pm. Wait, what!? How could that be correct? She had left the cabin in a rush at 4:20 - Simon had been tickling her for over an hour? Impossible!
“Yes,” Simon agreed. “But I fear I have not yet discovered all of your ticklish spots.”
Erika gulped and stared at Simon with wide eyes.
Simon placed a hand on her side and ran his fingers up and down slowly. “Mmmmm,” Erika moaned as her sides tingled with pleasure. She wiggled in the ropes. Simon placed his other hand on the opposite side of Erika’s body and tickled both her sides simultaneously. She giggled and moaned again, blushing deeply.
“I wonder,” Simon said thoughtfully. “If you are this ticklish with your dress on, how ticklish must your bare skin be?” Erika squeaked as Simon grabbed the hem of her minidress, pulling it up until it rested below her breasts, exposing her black lacy panties, sides, stomach, belly button, and the bottom of her rib cage.
Simon placed his hands on Erika’s bared sides. “Nnngh!” she moaned loudly as he began spidering his fingers across her bare skin. She moaned louder when his fingers moved onto her stomach and ribs. “Mmmmm, sto-op!” she gasped, sucking in her stomach. Simon began moving his fingers faster. They scrambled over her skin, tickling every inch of her stomach. “Hahahahahaha, staaahahahahaha, ahahahahaha, bahahahahaha-” Erika cried, before her laughter trailed off into another loud moan.
Still tickling her stomach, Simon moved one hand down to her thighs, which were definitely very bare. He began to tickle Erika’s thigh as well, causing her to burst into helpless laughter that was interrupted every so often by a low moan as her stomach was tickled.
“You are having fun Erika-dono, are you not?” Simon asked. Erika was laughing so hard that she could only shake her head. “Wrong answer,” said Simon, plunging his index finger into her belly button.
Erika quivered and she nodded frantically. “Yehehehehehes!” she cried. “Ohhh!” Erika moaned loudly as Simon swirled his finger around inside her belly button.
“Yes what,” Simon said. “Be specific.”
“Yeahaahahahahaa, I am h-having fuahahahaha, ahahahahahaha!”
Simon wiggled his finger inside Erika’s belly button a moment longer before placing both of his hands back on her middle, running them up and down her sides. She moaned and whimpered, twisting around in the ropes that bound her.
“Nnnnnh,” Erika moaned. Feeling hopeless, she lay limp as Simon tickled her sides, stomach, and belly button. She was unable to hold back her laughter and moans and she had given up trying to, though her cheeks were flushed with laughter and embarrassment. Giving in, she let him tickle her. In the midst of the tickle torture, Erika realized - and she was glad that she was laughing so hard or else she may have told Simon - that she was rather enjoying the tickling, in a way. Although she didn’t want anyone to know, and she was so, so, so very embarrassed by it - in a way she did like being tickled.
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When Simon finally took his hands off of Erika for good, she had tears of laughter running down her face. It had been nearly another hour - in addition to the first - that Simon had been tickling her, and she was tickled out. She lay limp as he untied her, first her wrists and then her ankles. When she was free, Erika simply lay on the ground, filled with relief. Then she remembered that her dress was still pulled up, and she hastily tugged it back down.
“Did you enjoy that, Erika-dono?” Simon asked with an air of great amusement.
Erika blushed helplessly. While she had been afraid each time Simon found another one of her ticklish spots and tortured her there, in many ways she had also greatly enjoyed the tickle torture. She was at a loss for why she had such a large tickle fetish.
Simon pulled her to her feet and lead her a little ways into the woods. “There,” he said. “That will take you back into town; you should be able to find your way home from there.” Erika stared in amazement. A narrow, winding dirt path was directly in front of her, ready to lead her out of the woods and back home. And to think, she had been not fifty yards away from it the entire time Simon had been tickling her. She looked back at the tall man to see him smirking at her.
“Farewell, Erika-dono,” Simon said as she got on the path and began walking away into the night. “I hope we may meet again someday.”
With mixed feelings of both wishing to never see Simon Blackquill again and wanting him to tickle her more, Erika walked faster. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted from Simon, if anything. But she was definitely glad to be going home; where hopefully no one else would discover her secret, embarrassing tickling fetish.
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