You ran down the pine-needle strewn path as fast as you can, one arm covering your exposed breasts, the other covering your crotch. You felt embarrassing heat from your core as your hands quickly become drenched. Your white knee-high nylons had miraculously survived getting any tears, thank goodness, as they were the only piece of clothing the fiendish tickle creatures of this strange land had allowed you to keep. How much more could you take? You felt like breaking down in tears. Why did Tina do this to you? When you could run no more, you collapsed beneath one of the giant mushrooms common to the area and rested. You raised your hands covered in girl juices. “Why this too?” all you could say. "Mmrrr-giggle Helloooo," you heard from above. Too exhausted to run, you take a deep breath, looking up in a panic to see what new peril was coming your way. To your utter amazement, you saw a naked catwoman. Unlike the terrible movie or the purple cat in the movie Alice in Wonderland, you saw as a child; this was different.
She had long redhead hair, cat ears and a tail. But the rest of her was no different to a beautiful woman. "Oh please," Alice begged, covering your nakedness as best you could, "Please don't tickle me! Whatever I did to you, I am REALLY sorry!” "Hee hee hee, mmm my dear, that's the furrrthest thing from my mind, tee-hee," giggled the catwoman, her chest bouncing up and down. "Rrrrelax. And for goo-heh heh-dness sakes, stop trying to cover yoursehehehlf like that. We're are two-hoo-hoo different species. And besides you're not doing a very good job of it anywa-hay!" Wary of a trap, you forced yourself to relax, but you were prepared to cover herself in defense at the first rapid movement of the laughing catgirl. "Why do you laugh so," You asked her. "Because I'm be-heee-heeing tickled," she replied. "Why else?" "But if you're being tickled, why don't you flee? Do you need help?" you asked, nervously. "Because I like it," she declared. "And because I like it, I can't run." You stare at her, pushing your legs against yourself and keeping your chest again them.
"But tickling is horrible!" you pointed out. "Of course it’s not horrible! Youhoho like to be tickled! I like to be tickled, you like to be tickled. We ALL like to be tickled! AAHhhahaha... and we all love to tickle!" "I don’t anymore! I've endured all kinds of tickling since I got here. I just want to go home." You lamented, trying not to stare at her delicious upper privates. "Then you should no-haha-t have come here," the cat said. "Besides, I don't believe you." "I don’t care! Please can’t you help me leave? Even if you don’t believe me!" you cry, holding yourself. You take care to keep your legs as a defense to your round cheeks. You turned to watch as the other person went into another spasm of hilarity. "I don't see your ticklers! And I certainly don't see why you don't run. Are you under Tina’s evil spell?" you ask. "Of course I am not!" the cat giggled. "Buttthihihi I' am and I am not beheheing tickled! It's all in my imagination." "Then why don't you imagine it stops and not endure the torture?" you ask, nervous this might happen to you. "Oh,hohoho, imagination is a powerful thing here," the cat replied. "But let me demonstrate. There where you sit, hold your arms and legs out in front of you-hoohoo. Oh, go on, try it," the cat insisted, noting your reluctance. "Hold them out." You really don’t want to, but you don’t want to risk offending the only friend you might make her. She doesn’t appear to be an ex. So you uncertainly stretched your legs out in front of you in a V. "And the arms dear. Hold them out like a cro-hahahass," the cat giggled. "I don't know why I'm doing any of this!" you muttered, hoping it wasn’t a mistake. "Good, very good," the cat said. "Now, use your imagination. Pretend you can't move." "What do you mean," you squealed. "Pretend that your body is lo-hahacked into the position your in," the cat said. "Like in irons?" you asked.
And to your horror, you realise that you are locked and trapped in this mortifying position. "What, what's happening?" you stammered. "Imagination," the cat purred, "is a powerful thing. Especially in a magic land. You have to keep a good hand on it, or heeheeehee it can get a good hand on you." "I want loose! I want loose now." You declare. "If you wanted loose," the catgirl said, "you would be loose. Since you are not loose, you must not wish to be loose!" "That makes no sense at all! I’ve been tortured in bondage enough!" "You can imagine whatever you like here! You can imagine that somebody pushes you onto your back! (which abruptly happened to you, as you rolled backward, legs stiff in the air) You can imagine that the grass is tickling your ribs (and the grass indeed began swaying in the breeze about your body, grazing not just your ribs, but the edges of the armpits and the crack of your buttocks as well). You could even imagine that all the invisible pixies tickling me right now fly down and begin tickling you!” exclaimed the Catwoman. You scream as those evil little hands of the pixies began tormenting your feet. Like a virus that began to spread. Soon you could feel your legs began wriggled at first as the thighs, belly and breasts followed in quick succession. You screamed hysterically through fits of laughter. All this time, the catwoman became more and more visible, and laughed less and less. Finally, fully visible, the cat stood on her branch and stretched, before jumping to the ground. "Nooohhohohoo," you roared, as an invisible pixie pirouetted in your navel, while others slid down the insides of your legs, like firemen down a pole, their pixie feet daintily landing in that soft spot where her legs came together. "I cannot thank you enough, my dear!" the catlady replied. "A tickle is a wonderful thing, but after a while, it becomes tiresome." She grinned wickedly. “Now I am not an ex-girlfriend, Mia but I heard about you. And your ticklishness! I was happy to volunteer to get you this way!” she revealed as her fingers jumped up and down onto your belly and walked up to your chin, gazing thoughtfully down at you. "And it is better, after all, to give than to receive."
"Ahh, no, pleeheease stop!" you cried as the catlady began swishing her bushy tail back and forth across your belly. “Why was this happening? You hadn’t even dated this sexy, exposed woman!” you pondered "If you want it to stop, just imagine it stopping," she purred. "I, I cahahaan't," your body shuddered under the intense tickle torture, laugh stammering out your words. "It wohohon't stohahahap." You screeched, tears begin to flow! The catlady grinned, continuing to tickle your belly. "Well, there is another way." She purred again. "Anythiheeheeing! I'll do anything. Heeeheeheehee..." you implored, shivering as your body bucked from the torture. "You have to do what I did! You have to get somebody else to imagine the tickling." She suggested "Cahahan youhoohoo! Can you imagi....eeeheeheeheehee." you babbled, unable to continue as you went into spasms of renewed laughter as a horde of pixies rolled about in your armpits. Long blades of grass slithered along your quivering cheeks. "Oh no," she replied, adding to the tickling with a quick armpit scratch. "You won't trap me. And besides, there's more to it than that." "Whahahat! I'll do anythiheeheeheng you want." You offered, going half blind as your eyes began to burn. "No, no, no," the cat replied. "It's not what I want -- it's what you need!" The cat continued. "You wouldn't be so susceptible to this if you didn't really, deep down, like the tickling. And tickling, my dear, dear child, is a path that can be trod both ways." "I don't understahaahaand!" you replied as your throat began to feel croaky. "It's this simple," the cat said, jumping down. She nuzzled your armpit for a moment, before giving it a quick lick. You felt heavy downstairs. "Once you have somebody caught in the imaginary tickle, you have to join in on the tickle. You can't just walk away, or the pixies will chase you down, abandoning the new target. And good luck trapping *that* person again, dear!" she continued "You mean, tee-hee, I have to tickle as well as be tickled, AAAHHAAHAA." "Exactly," the cat purred. "Why else would I stick around tickling you? True, it's fun, but I've been tickled by these pixies for days now, and I do have a life to get on with." And with that the catlady began walking away. You try to speak, but the pixies have discovered your tips. "Noho, waihaaaait," Alice cried, "don't leeheeave meheeeheee." "Don't worry," the cat replied as she wiggled her tail. If you could see a bit better, you might have been able to stare at her shapely figure. "sooner or later, somebody will be along, and you can try to escape. Good luck." And the cat was gone.
You had no idea how much time you spent, lying there in the grass, being mercilessly tickled by the green fronds and the invisible pixies. You feared Tina’s torture would kill you. And then... "Why are you laying there laughing like that?" You barely made out a shapely young girl, about your own age stared down at you, curious as to your situation. This might be your sole chance at freedom! "I'm beheeheeing tickled, heehee. It's fun! Youhoohoo should try it!" you proposed, barely able to speak. "I don't see anything tickling you," the girl responded. "It's, haha, it's in my imag, heehee, imagin, ahahaha, imagination," you managed to get out. "Sit down, I'll giggle, tell you abohowhowwt it." You could feel the girl eyeing your nude body, was it arousal or uncertainty. "It's a vehherry interehehsting stoohohory," you stammered. "Sit down and listen. Heeheehee. You'll enjo-mmm-enjoy it." The last bit was added with seduction, you hadn’t planned as the invisible pixies used your throbbing, hypersensitive love-button for a maypole during their vicious tickling dance) And the girl sat down, slipped off her shoes and listened.
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