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Tinies Take a Stand. (Ebony Bbw giantess tickle)
Lydia couldn't figure it for the life of her. She swept, mopped and scrubbed all over her hardwood floors. Yet when her wide meaty feet crossed by with each step, she could still feel something sticking to her soles. She sat down and bent her foot up. Three small white specks were spread across her bare beige flesh. "This dun' make no sense." Lydia mumbled. She had been on this earth for forty four years. She knew how to clean a house. Her light brown skin started to moisten. This wasn't worth it. She brushed the white specks off and got ready for work. It was going to be quite a day for her. Lydia dressed up and left her house. As for the three specs she plucked, upon closer look they resembled people. Little egg-white people, clothless with tiny dot eyes. The three lay there in pain and agony. "B…Brothers…" One said. "So… much pain…" Another croaked. "That horrid beast…" The last one breathed. A small cluster of white came forward to the damage. It was their brethren, ready to help. They picked them up and lugged them over their shoulders. These little white mites made their way to a tiny hole in the wall, coming in through a single file line. It was there within the hole that an entire kingdom of these tinies thrived and lived. Everyone of these people looked alike, yet somehow they could tell each other apart. Age, gender and all of that. These were the proud race of the Tiniliousians. Or Tinies for short. The rescue team hauled their fellow tinies through the town, citizens peeked from afar, some silent others weeped. "It's too terrible." A tinie female holding her infant cried. She held her offspring closer. "We'll we ever be safe?" A farmer Tinie asked, shaking his head. He hauled a single raspberry to his cart. The rescue team reached the kingdom, where their wise and benevolent leaders would hopefully have an answer. At the throne room, Queen Tippie and King Torri watched in horror as their valued subjects laid in irreparable injury. "Madness, I tell you! Madness." King Torri huffed. "Take them to the infirmary, right away!" Queen Tippie commanded. Guards swooped in and handled the injured party carefully. Queen Tippie sagged down and wept softly. Torrence, leader of the and brigade of the Tinies stepped forward. "My Queen. I know it is not our way, but something must be done! Too many hurt or killed. More will come if we do nothing." He spoke. "We are aware, Torrence. But what are we to do? Go to war? With that Big Baggy Behemoth?" King Torri Inquired. "No, darling, something must be done." Queen Tippie joined as she shed her final tear. "I see, but how is the question?" King Torri wondered. "If we slay the beast…" Torrence began. "Then we are no better than it. It must learn through means it would understand." "What if, well…" A member of his brigade started. "That monster loves stomping our fellow Tinies with her feet. Perhaps that's how we get the attention." The aid brigade looked at one another, thinking. The King and Queen didn't object. After a good five minutes, Torrence spoke up. "Very well, target the feet. There are still countless factors to this plan, but that shall be our objective. Aid Brigade, begin planning. Maps, charts, formations. If we go forth with this, it will be done correctly. No Tinie left behind!" His group shouted in unison. The King and Queen applauded. Lydia's week may have been murder on her feet, but on the bright side she hadn't felt anything under them for seven days straight. Looks like her method of cleaning worked after all. Lydia crashed on her bed and popped off her work shoes. "Hoo. Stanky lil thangs." She Exclaimed, undoing her socks. She let her moist, chessy and vinegary feet breathe. Lydia laid down, not undoing the rest of her clothes and took a quick snooze. Go time, while she slept, ropes arced across her ankles. The Tinies climbed up within minutes. They looked at their target, amazed at how vulnerable she was and how easy this was going to be. "Here we are my brethren, today we… wait. Where's Tolo?" "I believe he got lost in that colorful foot blanket the beast wears." The aid brigade looked down from the edge, within a tri-colored sock, something moved. "Somebody help me! It's so wet, and it smells like cheese for some reason!" Torrence sighed. "Please retrieve him." As the rescue commenced, Torrence led the remaining party to the beast's humongous soft moist and cheesy feet. "Look upon, brothers. The very surface that ousted our brethren into the land of the dead is now at our mercy. Ropes ready!" Each member unpacked a spool of thin thread, homemade from the Kingdom. It was their strongest material. Expertly, they roped her big toes together and tied her ankles. By the time Tolo was rescued, they were already securing her hands. "Impressive work, captain." Tolo complimented. "I wish I was a bit more graceful." "Worry not, Tolo. We do this not for pride, but for our future. You contribute but simply joining us." Tolo was pumped up. "What next captain?" "We gather our arms of battle." Torrence whistled. A sparrow flew into the open window and dropped a pile of homemade spears. A few feathers were peeled off as well. The Tinies gathered their tools of revolution and headed for the beast's feet. "Gosh, it's smell is somehow stronger than I." Tolo observed. "To me… it's the smell of change! Attack." They charged forth poking, prodding and sliding their spears across the damp fleshy feet. Lydia woke up to a nasty tickle on both her heels. She tried to move but found her hands and feet tied down. Lydia was also a bit chubby so getting up would be a true challenge. She had no choice, but to laugh. "EEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HOHOHOHOHOHO HEEAAAHAHAHAH WAZ HAPPENIN HAHAHAHA." The tinies pressed forward, some climbing up and biting on her soles. It was salty, but satisfying. "Hear it brothers, the beast roars in agony." Torrence boasted. Lydia was too busy being tickled to wonder how she got tangled up. Now it felt like tiny teeth were biting on her feet. "REEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHE HIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHI WHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHHOHO." Some tinies reached the very top and punched and scratched at the wiggly bumps. "Very good, lads." Torrence shouted. "Those must be the weak points. Lydia just couldn't take it, tears streaked down and her pleas were all gibberish. And now her toes felt all tickly. "WOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO BWHAHAHAHAHAHA MAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH TOHOHOHOHOHOHES." Lydia was at her limit. She was always deathly ticklish. And now some invisible force was inflicting it upon her worst spot of all places. How? Did she die and this was her eternal torment? Worst of all, she needed to pee. And this tickling was not helping. Torrence was confident that he was wearing the beast down. Just one final blow and it would know not to mess with Tinies. "Bring forth, the shed hairs of the sparrow." The brigade heard and picked up the preened feathers. It took three to hold one. They stood them tall and brushed them feverishly. This was it for Lydia. True torture. Feathers were the worst of all. Now three of them licked her feet. "AAAAHAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHHOHO NONONOHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE NOHOHOHOHHOHO YOUHOHOH HAHAHAHA OH LORDHIHIHIHIHIHIHI." With that, Lydia relieved herself. And she had alot to drink from the looks of it. It reached the Tinies. "Stand back men. The beast has released some sort of acid." "Have we won?" Asked Tolo. "Difficult to say. But any venture with no losses is victory enough. Retreat." The next morning, Lydia broke from her restraints. However, she was now paranoid from the traumatic attack from last night. She doubled up on socks and wore tightly laced boots. Sure, her feet would now match the scent of a local cheese factory, but anything to avoid tickles was worth it. Everyday since then, she walked along the walls, slowly, carefully. As not to upset some kind of mysterious force. Lydia was correct to some extent. Her new wah of life was a million times safer. The survival rate and population exploded after. And now the story of the Tinies taking a stand was passed from generations. Not only entertaining, but teaching those who came after how to handle savage beasts....
SYDNEY'S PREDICAMENT (PART 1)- Commission Based
Hi everyone !!! I am posting here the first part of a commission based story I wrote for a client. Hope you people enjoy it !!! Link to my complete eBook - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BC3ZF8ZH Sydney couldn't help but laugh at the predicament of the man tied up spread-eagled in front of her. "GOD MEN ARE SO EASY !!" she thought. "What was his name, Don or something?" Sydney didn't care. Every weekend there was a new man, withering in agony under her ticklish fingers, ready to do anything for her after she was done with them. Sydney loved that power in her hands, the power to make men beg for mercy. She wasn't just Sydney the sales executive. In those exhilarating moments, she was Sydney the Goddess !!Anyone who met Sydney for the first time wouldn't realize how evil she was. She was 5'8" with long honey-blonde hair that she liked to tie up in a cute ponytail. She came across as an introvert, with a submissive nature that made men go weak in their knees whenever she smiled. She worked as a sales executive in a small time firm and was at excellent at her work because she was so good at convincing her clients. She even carried a small soul patch piercing on her chin, which helped in intensifying her sexuality whenever she smiled.But, unbeknownst to many, Sydney loved only 2 things in life- Tickling and Money. She was terribly ticklish on her feet, and by the time she turned 18, she was tickled every day by her parents and brother. Her dad and uncle used to hold her down, while her younger brother used to tickle her on her feet mercilessly. She was the only girl in her family, so was obviously the most natural target. Her dad used to tell her brother and uncle " Get Sydney down for me, we'll make her tinkle."Her dad would sit on her thighs while her uncle held her wrists above her head. Then her brother would start tickling her feet, which was pure tickling torture for her."HIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!"Sydney would thrash around, trying to bring her hands down, anything to stop her brother from touching her sensitive feet. But nothing would stop them. The arch of her foot was her most ticklish area, but her foot also had a forbidden area not many people knew about. An area that was so ticklish, when tickled appropriately, could lead her to orgasm just by tickling alone. That area was her pinky toe on her left foot. Tickle her there incessantly, and it would lead to even her literally losing her mind.But it wasn't like she didn't have her revenge. Whenever her dad was not around, she would pounce on her brother like a hungry tigress. She had been learning Brazilian Jiu-jitsu from the time she was 14, and by the time she was 18, she knew all the pressure points in a person's body. Her brother wasn't really athletic, he was a weak nerd who loved to code all day. Overpowering him was a piece of cake for her.Once, when he was sitting on his computer learning the basics of Python language, Sydney attacked his sides from behind."EEEEEEEEEAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!" shouted Sydney's brother in extreme ticklish anguish, as Sydney attacked his extremely ticklish ribs using her long nails. He began twisting and buckling, but whenever he was tickled in his ribs, he lost all bodily control. Before he knew it, he was lying on his back, with Sydney sitting on top of him, pinning down both his hands under her knees. No matter how much he tried, pulling on his hands to protect himself, they barely moved. Sydney made sure to pin his radial arteries using her knees, which lowered the blood circulation in his arms and led to carpal tunnel."GET OFF ME YOU BITCH, I'LL COMPLAIN TO DAD. WE WILL BOTH TICKLE YOU TO DEATH !!!" shouted Sydney's Brother.Sydney laughed and replied mockingly "Aww my baby brother, is this foul language anyway to talk to your loving sister?"Sydney's brother could only look at her in anger while she towered over him.Sydney continued "The sister that cares for you....". As she said the word 'cares', she accentuated it with a grab on her brother's left rib cage."Aaaayyyyyyiiiiihhihihihihihihi !!!" giggled Sydney's brother."The sister that loves you....". The word 'loves' was accentuated by grabbing his right rib cage, his most ticklish area. Sydney's brother shrieked with maddening laughter."HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!"Sydney continued tickling him on his ribs with full force. She wasn't a delicate tickler, her tickling method was of a vigorous tickler, never stopping, never allowing him to breathe. PLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SORHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!"Sydney laughed evilly "No you're not really sorry baby bro. You're just sorry because I'm tickling you right now. Trust me I've been in this position many times. You would say anything to make the tickling stop. Not to worry, the tickling will stop soon, but for you, it will feel like an eternity."She raised his t-shirt up, revealing his chubby belly, and started scribbling her nails all over. His laughter just intensified in volume, and he thrashed his head and banged it on the carpeted floor like a madman."GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!"He kept laughing and laughing, till his mind couldn't take it anymore, and he passed out due to oxygen deprivation.NOW, as 27-year-old Sydney looked at the man tied up in front of her, it reminded her of her brother and all the men who had tickled her before. Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, and Sydney was a woman scorned before by men. It may be her father, her brother, or her boyfriend Jeff. They all loved to tickle her, to overpower her. Now it was the turn of the women to be in charge.Sydney loved money. Her job as a sal
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