The Tickle Goddesses (An Emily Solo Story)

“Wake up, my new wittle toy!”

The world is fuzzy as Emily comes to. The strange voice she just heard stirs her from her sleep. But who is in her room right now? And why did they call her their “new little toy”?

As Emily's eyes open, she is shocked to find herself not in her room, but in a beautiful hall bathed in gold. As she looks around in stunned silence, she notices a luxurious smattering of precious stones is inlaid in the intricate carving in the golden walls and columns. Clouds hang like fog over the floor which diffuses a heavenly glow in the room. The massive columns erupt from the floor, reaching high overhead until they collide with the ceiling which is masterfully painted with scenes of ticklish women submitting themselves to feathers, fingers, tentacles, and more. Their faces are contorted with uncontrollable laughter and joy. The women in all the paintings, and the raven-haired beauty now realizes, the carvings as well, seem to enjoy their ticklish circumstances, some even willingly holding their hands above their heads or feet propped up on tables without any restraints at all.

As Emily fully gains consciousness, she feels her body suspended in the air, her wrists held above her head and her ankles locked beneath her. She feels a gentle breeze along her slender, pale tummy and shivers a little, goosebumps forming along her entire body. Her eyes venture downward, going wide as she sees her thin frame clad in a skimpy white toga which is more like a small cloth covering her breasts along with a white cloth adorned with gold trim covering her groin area leaving her almost completely nude. She quickly looks up and sees her wrists shackled above her head with glowing golden chains and wrist restraints locking her hands above her head. Her ankles are locked by similar bonds, the chains seemingly going on forever until they meet the floor and ceiling. The chains hold her taut, her thin upper body stretched out by the tension in the chains holding her in an I position.

“Oh, you're finally awake,” a soothing voice reaches through the air and meets Emily's ears, causing her to whip her eyes from looking at her bonds to the entity in front of her. Somehow, in her panicked state, she overlooked the glowing being floating in front of her face.

The entity is beautiful, a pale woman with short blonde hair. Four arms reach from her shoulders with two hands placed on her cheeks with intrigue as she gazes at her captive. Her other two hands rest on her hips. She leans forward, revealing two wonderfully plump breasts tucked behind a skimpy toga similar to the one Emily has found herself wearing right now. She is adorned with gorgeous jewelry and sparkling jewels, a sizable tiara on her head which is also embedded with several precious gems including emeralds, rubies, and quartzes. Her midriff is entirely exposed by her scant outfit, a sexy, deep oval navel placed perfectly in her soft and shapely tummy. A sheer white material covers her most intimate parts with gold decorations lining the skirt. Wonderfully curvy thighs and long, sexy legs plunge from the skirt toward the ground. The deity floats in place, gazing at Emily with an almost seductive desire.

“I've been waiting for you to finally visit me,” the breathtakingly beautiful being winks at Emily. “I'm Gnisma, the goddess of tickling.”

Emily can't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of her situation. She's chained up in this skimpy toga with a 9 foot tall woman in front of her with four arms claiming to be the goddess of tickling? This has to be a dream.

“Oh yeah? I guess that makes me the richest woman in the world, right?” Emily scoffs, pulling helplessly against the chains at her wrists.

“Oh, another non believer, huh?” the self-proclaimed deity sighs. “I guess we'll just have to do some convincing, then.”

“Look, I know I must be dreaming. I mean, look at you! You have four arms and are way bigger than any woman I've ever seen!” Emily replies, feeling extremely brave given the wild circumstances she's found herself in. This had to be a dream, right?

“Well, let's see what you think about me when I do this,” the blonde woman reaches a hand out and places a single finger on Emily's outstretched armpit, her fingernail barely touching her milky skin, and rakes it slowly upward.

“EEEP!” Emily squeaks as her eyes go wide, the single fingernail tickling her skin with an incredible intensity given the extremely short and simple motion.

“What do you think now, my little toy?” the woman smiles kindly at Emily, her face full of warmth and kindness despite the obvious power differential between the two ladies.

“I… uh… I don't… I think…” Emily is having trouble forming a sentence after the ticklish stroke of her smooth armpit. She can't believe this is really happening. It can't be. Can it?

“Oh, dear… It appears we have yet another one who can't quite believe this is all really happening. See, we've had our eyes on you since you met Miss Lisa. And we couldn't wait to get our hands on you ever since!” the goddess reaches out with two of her hands and wiggles her fingers slowly and deliberately as she approaches Emily's outstretched figure. The chains attached to Emily's wrists and ankles allow her no freedom of movement. All she can do is watch in ticklish anticipation as those fluttering fingers move closer and closer to her trapped body.

She begins giggling and quivering in her bonds, her scantily clad body trembling in her bonds as her eyes are locked on the fingers closing in on her underarms. Her light giggling bubbles up from her bound form as her vulnerability becomes ever more apparent. Those fingers are close now, tickling the air a few inches away from her outstretched hollows, the hairless, perfectly smooth skin there excessively ticklish to the slightest touch.

“Wait wait wait!” Emily calls out just before the monstrous woman's fingernails reach her sensitive pits. The deity recoils her hands for a bit, listening to the desperate pleas of her helpless captive. “I believe it! I believe it all. Can I just please go now? I get it! I have an even more ticklish friend! I'll bring her to you!”

“Oh yes, we've seen your friends as well. We have plans for them, too. Especially that sexy redhead. You, however, appear to be exceedingly reluctant to accept your current predicament. So, we want to be sure you are well convinced,” the goddess chuckles as she leans in again, her voluptuous breasts pressing against each other as she brings her fingers closer and closer to the helpless punk rocker. Her fingers wiggle and tickle the air as Emily's giggles again boil up from her ticklish body, the giggling becoming more and more desperate as the fingers get closer and closer to her delicate armpits. Inches away yet again, the goddess wiggles her fingers closer and closer as Emily begins squirming in her bonds. Her giggling seems to echo through the large hall as the fingers approach. She feels the tickling already on her armpits despite not being touched yet. The anticipation of ticklish torture is building and building in her stomach until finally the deity's fingernails begin their torture.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Emily immediately begins cackling as the deity's fingernails glide effortlessly over the top of her ribcage where her round breasts meet the rest of her body. The toga offers zero protection of her entire side, leaving every inch of hyper ticklish skin exposed to the whims of this merciless goddess. Her fingernails stroke Emily's hyper ticklish flesh, delicately scratching all over her pale, taut underarms as the goddess begins to giggle along with Emily.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Emily,” the goddess teases the howling mess of a girl. “Your wittle underarms must be so terribly ticklish if you scream like this with just a little tickle.”

Emily responds with uncontrollable laughter, her desperate tugs at her bonds yielding no positive results. Those vicious fingernails on her upper ribcage feel like they're tracing ticklish electricity all over her body as they scribble away on her pale, sensitive skin. Emily bucks forward as far as she can, yanking against the chains holding her wrists above her head, but quickly meets the end of her range of motion face to face with this goddess of tickling. Her howling and cackling is a stark contrast to the cool, smiling, gently giggling giant’s face held a mere few feet away from her own.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE NO MOHOHOHORE!” Emily howls, pleading through her ticklish laughter for the goddess to show the slightest bit of mercy.

“Oh, my dear… we're just getting started,” the goddess giggles girlishly as her second set of hands rises next to her cheeks, wiggling in the air tauntingly at the helpless ticklee. Emily's eyes grow even wider, locked on the fingers that maneuver expertly through the air, the giant’s fingernails teasing her from a few feet away, but already making Emily struggle even more erratically against the chains locking her in her ticklish predicament. Those devilish fingers wiggle closer to Emily's bound, bouncing body. Her laughter never slows as the fingernails at her armpits continue their ticklish caresses. Her eyes are locked on the fingers as they inch closer and closer to her sides, fluttering back and forth as they approach. The goddess's soft giggling echos in Emily's head as her fingers near the ticklish midsection of the ticklish toy ns.held perfectly in place by her celestial chains of bliss. The dark-haired beauty is still cackling wildly as the new pair of stimulators approach, wiggling closer to her ribcage as she howls and thrashes against her shackles.

Finally, as the goddess’s second set of hands reach their tender destination, Emily throws her head back and launches herself backward, now leaning as far back as she can in the unbreakable bonds at her wrists and ankles.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Emily cries out in ticklish glee, her delicate ribcage now a prime target for the tickle goddess who leans in to Emily’s face.

“Coochie coochie coo, my dear Emily. My, my! Look just how ticklish your poor little ribs are! We should make sure they each get their own special attention. I know! We’ll count them and make sure that each one is tended to,” the goddess winks at Emily and ceases her tickling, circling the tied-up girl like a cat playing with its prey.

Once the goddess is satisfied with her position to Emily’s right side, she reaches out a single finger towards her panting, scantily-clad tickle toy.

“Oooooone,” Gnismo sings, poking Emily’s top rib gently with her fingernail and wiggling it back and forth as her finger traces the curve in Emily’s thin body. Emily giggles as the light tickling teases her exposed rib, trying her best to pull her right arm down and maneuvers her body away from the wiggling finger as far as she can.

“Twooooo,” she continues her counting and tickling, running her fingernail lightly along Emily’s second rib and flicking her finger back and forth. Emily’s giggles pour from her lips as she futilely attempts escape.

“Threeeeee,” the giantess counts, not completely satisfied with Emily’s light giggling anymore and digging a bit more into her rib with her finger pad, causing Emily to laugh heartily and pull away from her tormentor but being snagged in the chains keeps her from moving too far.

“STOHOHOHOHOP!” Emily begs, the finger tickling away at her third rib as she cakles and squeals.

“Oopsie! We can’t have you going anywhere! Nope nope nope!” the relentless tickler wraps her large hand around Emily’s left side and moves her back into place. She snaps her fingers and the chains pull Emily more taut in a spread eagle position, not allowing Emily any range of motion now.

“Well, now I’ve lost count…” the goddess sighs with a hand under her chin. “I know! We’ll play a different game! How about this?”

The divine being slides in front of Emily again, her bouncing breasts barely contained by the skimpy toga top that matches her scant skirt. That midriff is just so gorgeous…

“Let’s try… This!” The goddess plunges her fingers into Emily’s toned abs, tickling away at her muscles and causing her eyes to pop wide open as she jerks her midriff backwards as hard as she can. The newly tightened chains make sure Emily can’t go anywhere as she feels the finger pads of the goddess dancing along her thin midriff, tickling away around her deep oval navel, and milking every last ounce of ticklish laughter from the smooth, pale skin of the normally serious and sarcastic Emily.

Emily’s uproarious laughter reverberates throughout the glorious angelic hall, tears fill her eyes as she continues squealing with ticklish delight. She shuts her eyes as those dreadfully ticklish fingers continue to explore and stimulate her ticklish abdomen, resolving herself to the ticklish torture.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Emily! I think somebody’s got a vewy tickwish tummy! Coochie coochie coo!”

All the teasing from the sexy goddess in front of her combined with the relentless ticklish assault on her belly overwhelms the gorgeous brunette. Her howls and screams of laughter as her head is thrown back in euphoria feel like they’re coming from someone else and Emily is simply hearing them. Except she feels the ticklish sensations all over her own belly. She feels the chains holding her arms above her head, leaving her defenseless. She feels the light fabric of her own skimpy toga brushing against her breasts and her groin. She feels the butterflies in her stomach. She feels the rush of adrenaline in her body and the excitement that comes with it. She feels everything all at once and is driven to elation by the ticklish torture on her delicate midriff.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” IHIHIHI CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!” Emily cries out, desperately wanting to beg for more, but unable to relent to the smoldering desire in her chest. She doesn’t ever want this tickle torture to stop, but she can’t possibly admit defeat to this… whatever this is.

“Oh, come now. I saw you with those jellyfish monsters at the Tickle Zoo. I saw you when Lucy beat you in the Machinist’s obstacle course. I even saw you at Miss Lisa’s, where it all began,” the gorgeous goddess leans in to whisper in Emily’s ear, “I know you can handle just about anything.”

Emily's howling ticklish laughter grows even more intense as the goddess of tickling reaches behind her, leaning in to the green-eyed hottie's body, and wraps her second set of arms around her while still tickling her belly with her first pair of hands. She begins lightly tickling the backs of Emily's milky white thighs with her fingernails, lightly dancing her fingers along the ticklish skin.

“Coochie coochie coo, my sweet little Emily,” the goddess whispers in Emily's ear as her fingers dance along the captive’s thin belly and smooth thighs. “I know you love this. You want me to tickle you forever. You never want this ticklish fantasy of yours to end, right? Laugh for me, my ticklish little Emily. Laugh for me and beg for me to stop even though you don't really want me to.”

Emily's only possible response is her raucous laughter as her ticklish thighs and belly are relentlessly tormented. The tickle goddess continues her whispering teasing as her fingernails move from the backs of Emily's thighs down to her knee pits, lightly tickling there for a few seconds before venturing to her deliciously soft calves and, finally, she reaches the ticklish girl's wonderfully creamy soles. The blonde celestial's fingernails rake along Emily's bare sole, causing Emily to squeak and jump in her bonds, wrinkling her sole to defend against the tickling motion the best she can before continuing her constant cackling with the fingers at her tummy tickling her silly.

Emily feels the goddess's supple breasts against her own, the soft skin of her tummy nearly touching the blonde's exposed midsection as the entity leans in and moves her tickling fingers from Emily’s belly to her sides, endlessly wiggling her fingers along the thin girl’s ticklish midriff as they travel the ticklish distance. Emily’s howling is heightened by the intimacy with which the goddess wraps her body around the ticklish girl. The goddess’s breasts press against her own, and her arms wrap around Emily’s waist in order to reach her bare soles. The ticklish torture is immaculate and everything Emily could ever hope for, but the closeness and comfort of her tormentor holding her close made it so much more inviting, warm, and lovely.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHA!” Emily cackles, the tickling fingers at her soles skating gracefully across the milky white expanse. No matter how hard she tries to wrinkle her soles and curl her toes to protect herself from the tickling, she can’t mitigate it at all. The goddess of tickling is just too good at tickling…

“And you thought you’d be able to resist my methods, huh? Look who’s just oh so ticklish beneath my wittle tickawy fingers,” the blonde giant coos in baby speak at the babbling ticklee, continuing her merciless tickling while she holds Emily’s thin frame close to her own much more curvy body. The teasing from the goddess enhances the ticklish torture even more and Emily screams in ticklish delight, unsure if she can take much more.

“NOOOHAOAHAHAHAHA!” Emily roars, throwing her head back with her eyes wide open, ticklish tears streaking down her cheeks and spit collecting in the corners of her mouth as her lips are frozen in wide-open laughter. “IHIHIHI CAN’T TAHAHAKE THIHIHIS ANYMOHOHOHOHORE!” Emily squeals, unable to control her bombastic laughter and vicious thrashing.

The beautiful blonde leans back slightly, looking Emily straight in the face, and snickers, “Then I guess you’ll just have to do one thing for me.” Her tickling slows so she can understand Emily’s reply.

“Oh yeah? huff huff What’s that?...” Emily pants, grateful for the break before she wet herself from all the ticklish torture. Would that even be possible in a place like this?

“Admit that you love being tickled and that you just can’t wait for the next opportunity to be tickled silly,” the goddess smiles wryly, a look of smug satisfaction spreading across her entire face as she puts forth the challenge to the raven-haired girl.

“What? huff huff Of course I do! Why else would I go on these stupid adventures with my friends?” Emily confronts the goddess.

“Oh, my dear… You don’t seem to understand me…” she rises slowly and places two hands on Emily’s sides and two on her stretched out armpits. “I know you love it. It’s written all over your face when you’re being tickled beyond your limits. But I want you to say it.”

“That… Why?... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The goddess begins tickling Emily’s armpits yet again and lightly dances her fingers across Emily’s sides around to her tummy and back around to her sides, back and forth. Her fingers feel like millions of little feathers tickling away at Emily’s desperately ticklish midriff and armpits that feel even more vulnerable thanks to the skimpy outfit and tenacious chains. Her laughter fills the air immediately as the tickling continues along her skinny body, her ribs protruding from her sides between laughs as the deity’s fingers explore her entire ticklish abdomen. The fingers in her armpits scratch back and forth, raking up and down without any hint of exhaustion as Emily chortles and guffaws in her bonds, swinging back and forth as much as she can given the tightness with which the chains restrain her.

“Come on, my little Emily,” the tickling goddess sings. “All you have to do is say it. Tell me you love being tickled and you want this forever and ever and I’ll let you go. I promise.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Emily’s howling laughter prevents her from answering at first, the fingers tickling her sides and armpits relentless in their raking, spidering tickles. “IHIHIHIHIHI LOVE BEING TIHIHIHICKLED! AHAHAHAND I WAHAHANT THIHIHIHIS FOREVER!”

Emily finally manages to squeal her response through her raucous ticklish howls and squeals. The goddess’s fingers slow to a crawl and eventually, the fingers simply rest on her abdomen as the deity rubs Emily’s tummy with tender care.

“Atta girl,” the blonde giantess smiles widely and then, she leans in to hold Emily close. “My sisters will be so excited to meet you. And play with you.”

Emily closes her eyes, still chained up and feels the goddess’s skin against her own, relishing the contact comfort from the unknown being.

When Emily opens her eyes again, she’s in her bed hugging her pillow. She looks at the clock and it says it’s 3:54 AM. It’s still dark outside, so that tracks. She pulls the covers off of her and walks in to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Her plain black crop top and athletic shorts, her usual wear when sleeping, drape lazily over her body. As she walks past her bedroom door, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Her sides and her tummy are pink. And Emily smiles.