Star Trek - TNG/DS9 tickle story - as requested
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ASFT-Practickly Star Trek by Sandshoe
Note: This is written for fans of the television shows Next Generation
and Deep
Space Nine. It also follows on from the (3) stories written by
Kimberley Drake
which were were recently posted to the group. This story contains
adult
themes and is not meant for minors, or for pedants, art critics, or
people who
need political correctness in their lives.
Its just a story, OK? You'll note that where I have no idea on the
best spelling
for a characters name I just take my best shot. If any of these
things irritate you,
stop right here.
None of the ASFT-Practickly stories are copyrighted. Use or continue
as you
will. I hope Kimberley Drake will forgive the impertinence I show in
continuing what I see as a Star Trek Tickling Saga.
I'll start with a reminder of what happened in Ms Drake's stories.
But first, as K
Drake advised in her stories...
NOTE: The following story contains several trademarks of Paramount
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is
intended to present a challenge to said trademarks, and is made in the
same vein
as various Star Trek (tm) "fanzines" which routinely use them, which
are sold
for profit, and whose usage has not, to date, been challenged by
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Pictures, Inc.
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In "World of Laughter, World of Tears" by Kimberley Drake.
Dr Crusher and Diana Troy were captured on a primitive planet as they
were in
search of some ship-wrecked federation officers. The natives took
their
communicators and subjected each to extremely torturous tickling
rituals,
particularly emphasising foot tickling - much to Tray's and Crusher's
hysterical
dismay. Unable to communicate they have no choice but be continually
tickle-
tortured by the natives.
In "Border Dispute" by Kimberley Drake.
After rescue, a Romulan spy overhears a discussion about their
incredible
ticklish weakness, so the Romulans kidnap Dr Crusher and Diana Troy
and the
Romulan female Centurion Andak and Tasha Yar's Romulan daughter,
Commander Selar, tickle-torture them horribly. After some diabolical
tickling
they turn the tables and tickle-torture their tormentors to get the
access key to
the transporter so they can escape back to the Enterprise.
In "Teaching by Example" by Kimberley Drake.
Then Ro Laren mentions in passing that she doesn't understand what the
problem was with this tickle-torture that Beverley and Diana were
subjected to.
Dr Crusher explains that it is because she is Bejoran, but Beverley
and Troy (on
the pretext of expanding her education) offer to give her a drug which
will make
her ticklish and show her how tickle-torture is effective in a session
in the
holodeck. To Ro's dismay she is made incredibly ticklish and is
tickle-tortured
on the soft soles of her feet in an excessive display while the
Spanish Inquisition
is recreated as a backdrop for her tickle-torture. Finally the proud
Bejoran is
made to grovel for mercy before the tickling stops while she
silently vows
revenge...
And now the story continues...... ______________________________
Part 1
Observers Log Stardate 200145447/96:
When Ro Laren defects from the crew of the Enterprise to the join the
Maqui
revolt she had no idea that she would have an opportunity to gain her
revenge
on Troy and Crusher as the Maqui's make their moves against the
Federation
and the Cardassians.
Admiral N'cheyev and the beautiful exotic Cardassian Ambassador Tvarek
are
discussing the Maquis revolution on their way to a meeting by shuttle.
The
pilot hears the ringing sound of transporters and is horrified to see
his two VIP
women disappear in twin twinkling transporter fields.
On the deck of the Enterprise Captain Picard turns as he hears a
hailing signal
from the communicator's console. "Message?" he asks, "put it on the
screen?"
The forward screen shows Ro Laren smirking as she says, "You probably
don't
realise this yet Picard, but your Admiral and her trained Cardassian
Ambassador
are missing. I have them here for questioning..."
"What proof do you have and what do you want, Ro?" asks Picard as he
notes
his bridge crew attempt to tack Ro Larens transmission.
"I'll show you proof in a moment. First I just wanted you to know
that we'll get
your plans to destabilise the Maquis from N'cheyev and Tvarek. I'm
sure
they'll be tickled pink to tell us, after all confession is good for
the soles!!" cried
Ro, smiling devilishly.
Troy gasped and interrupted with, "She's too far away to "read" her
emotions
Captain, but I sense from her body language she means to
tickle-torture them!"
Dr Crusher and Diana Troy catch each other's eye with a look of
sympathy and
horror!
Ro laughed and said, "Of course! They'll be happy to tell me all I
need to
know!"
Picard angrily retorts, "They know nothing Ro! They've been assigned
to
diplomatic relations only. They can't possible tell you anything of
value! It's
cruel to torture them especially if they cannot tell you what you want
to know!"
"Nice try Captain, but I don't believe you.... " says Ro as she fades
out from the
screen, " This was recorded a few minutes ago!"
Silently the bridge crew watches as Ro fades from sight to be replaced
with a
view of N'cheyev and Tvarek. The room has no revealing features -
just grey
walls. Ro appears to be alone with her captives. They are seated,
hands bound
behind them, and their feet bound in the centre of a force field
transmitted by a
large metal frame which holds the soles of their feet (still in their
boots) totally
secure. It looked like their soles had been captured and framed in a
weird kind
of technological picture frame held suspended only by an invisible
force field.
At the side rows of lights flashed in response to a remote control
device in Ro's
hands.
To her captives growing alarm, Ro begins to explain to her captors and
the
recorder how they will be treated, "Greetings. The frame which has
trapped your
feet is designed to assist us in questioning you." she pressed a
button on the
remote to watch N'cheyev and Tvarek gasp as the force field stocks
around their
feet shimmers like a transporter beam and their boots and socks are
transported
away to who knows where! The admiral's small soft soles are smooth
and
creamy with high wrinkled arches and long slender toes. The
ambassador has
long white slender soles with smooth arches, elliptical balls and
very very long
tapered toes - in fact they are almost as long as a child's fingers!
Ro is standing
near their feet which are raised and level with her face as she stands
near the
force fielf stocks.
"You'll note the field imprisons and intersects with the soles of your
beautiful
elegant feet so they are totally immobile! The device is able to
record, enhance
by tenfold, replay and even endlessly repeat any sensation I inflict
on your soles!
It'll even let me know where you are most sensitive! I can even add
new
torments while you are undergoing other pre-recorded torture ."
N'cheyev cried."I've told you! No matter what you do to hurt us we
cannot tell
you what we do not know!"
"Hurt you?", said Ro, "I'm not going to hurt you! I'm going to tickle
your poor
soles until you HAVE to tell me what I want to know! From looking at
this
readout I can see you are both incredibly ticklish! Wow, the Admiral
has
especially ticklish arches! And poor Ambassador Tvarek, how ticklish
your toes
are?!"
Both captive's eyes widened in horror and began to beg and struggle in
earnest
as Ro reached for two stiff turkey feathers on a low bench before her
and raised
them towards their vulnerable soles! Each victim needs desperately to
wriggle
her soles away or to wrinkle her soles and toes in anticipation of the
approaching feather but they were held completely frozen in the stasis
field of
the device.
"Oh God, No!" cried Admiral N'cheyev, "Not there? Not my feet!!!
Look I've
already told you all I know!!! PLEASE don't tickle my feet! You
don't
understand - I have VERY ticklish feet!!!! Not MY FEEEET!!!!
Especially not my
arches - I'll go crazy! I can stand pain but not this!!!! Please
Ensign Ro, not tha-
hahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHA HA HA teeheeteehee (GASP!!!!!!!)
teeheeHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!"
"IF YOU TOUCH MY FEET I'LL HAVE THIS PLANET DESTROYED!!!" blustered
the Ambassador Her anger disappeared as the feather got closer
though as , her
eyes trickling tears of fear she begged, "Please, no... ...I can't
bear it!!! Oh by the
Great Ghosts of the Gulls - stop this - I can't stand to be tickled ON
MY POOR
FEET!!!!! I'll do anything - I'd tell you what you want to know if I
could but
(chuckle), stop! HAAAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HEE
HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!!
Ro simultaneously and delicately tickled each directly on their most
ticklish
spots (as revealed by the remote's readout) making them screech with
laughter
as their eyes bulged in ticklish delight!
They were even unable to beg and could only laugh and struggle! Each
stroke of
the feather made them more desperate to wriggle or writhe their soles
or toes
away from the viscous tickle-torture, but being unable to only made
the torment
worse. The utter helplessness of their soles and toes made them cry
tearfully as
they laughed in sad crazed laughter!!!
After a couple of moments of this diabolical torment she stepped back
and
stopped the torment to watch them weakly gasp for breath, but soon
they began
to grovel for mercy!!!
"So tell me what I want to know, or do I have to set this so you are 5
times more
ticklish?" cried Ro, pressing her remote control once more. "And this
time I
can just reproduce the previous torment by remote control!!! You'll
really feel
the whole thing again as if I was really doing it!!!"
"More ticklish!?? Please don't tickle my feet! I'll do anything!"
"Nooooooooh not again?? Mercy! I can't stand it! Ill' go mad, if
you...."
"Not the toes, not the toes!!!! Tickle me someplace else, please I'll
be a
complete...."
"Please not like this - we can't even wriggle our soles as you..."
"I'll do anything! I'll defect! Please DON"T TICKLE MY FEET!! They
are ...."
Ro tired of their begging said, "I can't understand why you don't tell
me! You
are both so ticklish!!! And now you are 5 times more ticklish!!!
Suddenly Ro quickly pressed the remote control, so that both captives
began to
scream with laughter as the force-field faithfully recreated the exact
sensations
of her recent tickle-torture of their poor poor feet only this time
they were 5
times more sensitive to the tickle-torture!!!!!!
Faint indentations appeared on their bare soles revealing the recorded
track of
the force-field's simulated feathers as their torment was replayed
over and over
again! It looked as if invisible feathers shifted the delicate
wrinkles back and
forth along the Admiral's arches, while ghostly feathers invaded the
ambassador's ticklish toes stroking under and between. It was clear
that while
the captives couldn't move their own feet - they were somehow still
soft and
malleable for any real tickling touch or simulated tickle-torture.
Soon little
momentary pink trails were faintly showing with each pass of the
simulated
feather as each stroke tickled their sensitive skin pink.
As if this was not enough, Ro leant over each foot in turn and licked
and
nibbled each foot over every inch of their poor creamy soles and under
their
slender pink toes! Ro delighted in tasting their ticklishness as she
investigated
their responsive laugher to her every lick and nibble. N'cheyev and
Tvarek
squealed in maddened laughter and cried tears of hysterics as they
lurched in
their new tickle-torture! They could feel her tongue and lips
sensing their
ticklishness and wicked susceptibility as her warm mouth tickle-
tortured each
diabolically ticklish place on their tender trapped soles and toes.
The Admiral
and the Ambassador each began to laugh in shrill squealing laugher as
the
contours of their soles and toes were mercilessly and systematically
tickled.
Then she pressed the remote control again and said loudly over her
victim's
mad cackling laughter, "I've now set that last torment together with
the first on
continuous replay! Listen to them shrieking in hysterical distress!!!
This will
continue for hours until they are exhausted!"
The victims laughed madly wondering how it was possible for that new
torment
to be set to endless replay at the same time as the previous
tickle-torture still
continued to simulate the viscous attack of the tickling feathers!!!
How could
their feet faithfully receive two different kinds of simulated
tickling (in fact two
different tickle-torture events) at the same time!!!!!????
The bridge crew on the Enterprise watched in horrified fascination.
Diana and
Beverley were especially mesmerised as they knew from bitter
experience how
tickle-torture could madden and stimulate! They each felt that this
was
somehow their fault. if only they hadn't shown Ro the fascination of
tickling!!!!
Captain Picard watched with wide eyes. He had never seen the Admiral
so
totally reduced from the stern woman of command to such ticklish
helpless
laughter. He had never known of her incredible weakness! For some
reason,
though it only made him more attracted to her...
Ro smirking turned to the camera and spoke to the Bridge Crew, "This
is going
to be a dreadfully ticklish situation before I am through Captain!"
With that Ro terminated her message to the Enterprise!
"Did you trace that?" asked Picard desperately.
"Only to its planet of origin, Captain. They are somewhere on Delita
IV!"
"Ensign, take us there now at your best speed!
Beverley looked at Diana who knowingly nodded. "Captain?"
"Yes Doctor?"
"Diana and I want to be on the away team. You see Ro learnt of this
type of
torment from us... ... well we feel responsible."
"Alright Beverley and Diana, I want you both to prepare to search that
planet -
you both now more about how Ro's mind works than the rest of us,
anyhow."
Says Picard without seeing the meaningful worried looks that Beverley
and
Diana have exchanged, "Connect me to Major Cisco of Deep Space Nine,
this is
in their jurisdiction too, I'll see if I can get Major Kira and
Curzon Dax to
provide backup for Beverley and Diana, they know the Maquis situation
in that
region better than we do."
Meanwhile, Ro is tickling the ambassador's and the admiral's soles
mercilessly,
delighted to increase their sensitivity and record various tickling
torments to be
replayed at the same time or in maddening repetitive and random
patterns!!!
Both captives are drenched in sweat, eyes tightly shut, and screaming
with
forced delight! Occasionally Ro stops the torment to let her captives
gasp for
breath. When they can talk they beg pitifully. Neither had ever
imagined in
their wildest nightmares that tickling could be such a torture or such
a
maddening frustration as they felt the lust in their loins build and
build! But
since they had no secrets to tell it was inevitable that they would be
endlessly
tickle-tortured unless they could be rescued. But would they be
rescued?
Part 2.
Kira, Dax, Diana and Beverley each beam into the alley near the K'Zar
tavern on
the Maqui planet. Tricorders and weapons ready they scan the
vicinity.
Major Kira frowns and shouts, "There's some kind of tracking beam
tightening
its focus around us!"
But it is too late. A bright glow surrounds them sealing them to
their fate!
They feel a transport beam grasp them as they are suddenly beamed out
of the
alley and then into the room in which the Admiral and the Ambassador
are
being tickle-tortured. They become aware of several things at once!
They find
they are seated, hands bound behind them, and their feet (still in
their boots)
bound in the same device as the Admiral and the Ambassador. No
matter how
they struggle they realise they are totally helpless!! They can see
the Admiral
and the Ambassador screaming with laughter as Ro slowly drags two
fluffy old
fashioned feather dusters up and down their ticklish soles paying
particular
attention to their special ticklish spots.
Beverley and Diana begin to sob hysterically as Kira and Dax look on
in wonder!
Ro finishes the tickling with the feather duster and presses the
remote so that
the Admiral and the Ambassador continue to squeal with mad laughter!
Dax is amazed to see pink trails and faint indentations appear all
over their
soles and between their toes as the force field stocks simulates the
feather-
duster's tickling touch! tears trickle down their faces. Their hair
is matted with
sweat. Dax is impressed by the beauty of their soles in torment, but
fearful of
undergoing tickle-torture in this new and extremely sensitive body.
She knows
her feet are exquisitely ticklish EVERYWHERE!!! Her soles are creamy
white
and her feet are tanned on top. Her arches are incredibly wrinkled
and very
deeply curved. Her toes are long and perfectly groomed. Her nails
are pink, full
and rounded with curving white trimmed tips.
Kira is non-plussed. Her soles are bright pink and smooth even up her
high
arches. The mounds of the balls of her feet are deep without being
defined by
wrinkles or creases. Her toes are sweetly curved but small with
slightly long but
pedicured toe-nail tips. As a Bejoran she has never felt the
sensation of being
tickled. She fails to appreciate that Ro can make her as ticklish as
the most
ticklish woman in the world.
Speaking of which, Beverley Crusher is desperate to pull her poor
incredibly
ticklish feet out of the force field frame!!! She is terrified of
undergoing more
tickle-torture particularly on her extremely ticklish deep wrinkly
white arches!
Her soles are otherwise creamy and smooth. She tries desperately not
to watch
the Admiral's and the Ambassador's lovely feet show faint traces of
the force
field at work while she cringes at their lunatic laughter. But she is
mesmerised
by their plight, by her fear and ticklish anticipation and a small
wish to be the
one with the remote control - just for a while... ...their soles
look sooooo
enticing...
Poor Diana Troy is very disturbed. She's already doing everything she
can to
wall herself off from the ticklish emotions of the Admiral and the
Ambassador
as they respond so ticklishly to the latest torment of the
force-field stocks. But
she knows her small sweet feet are wickedly ticklish on the poor balls
of her feet
or under her slender thin toes!!! Her arches are white and contrast
deeply
against the rest of her soles which are bright pink except for the
curves and
contours under and at the base of her toes. The balls of her feet are
defined by
elliptical wrinkles and creases which are dreadfully ticklish. She
fears the
combined sensory input from being tickled as well as the projected
emotions of
her captives as they are tickle-tortured. It will drive her mad with
hysterical
laughter. It will make her supersusceptible and mega-ticklish as her
psychic
walls wear down!!! She fears that ultimately she will feel tickled
and ticklish
from every pair of tickle-tortured feet in the room!
"Fantastic isn't it" asks Ro as she raises her voice to shout over
N'cheyev's and
Tvarek's shrill wretched laughter, "and that's only on level 6 of a
ten point
setting!"
Dax speaks up angrily, "Stop it you beast! This is uncivilised! The
Federation
will track us down you know. We found out you were on Delita IV, so
its only a
matter of time until Jordie finds us!"
"Oh-oh, sorry to disappoint you Miss Smartipants-who's-lived-for-ages
but you
aren't on Delita IV. I relayed your transporter signal through
several relay
stations set up by the Maqui until you were materialised here on my
ship. We
aren't even in the same system as your Enterprise!!! You have no
hope! We
have already dismantled all the relay stations. We are in safe space
and well
hidden. You can't be found!!! I'm going to tickle-torture you all
until you tell
me what I want to know... After all, confession is good for the
soles!!!!" cried
Ro with an evil glint to her eyes!
Suddenly they all felt their boots and socks beamed off by the
transporter field.
Beverley and Troy were wild eyed and babbling for mercy! Dax watched
in fear
and curiosity, while Kira frowned.
"Hmmnn!" Ro looks at the reading on her remote control. "Why
Officers Troy
and Crusher, you are in a bit of trouble aren't you? I bet you
thought this would
never happen to you again! And Kira, I've set your feet up to be as
ticklish as
poor Beverley's and this will be a permanent arrangement! [Author's
note:This
will help with the continuity between K Drake's, mine and some new
stories on
asft.] But Dax, what a surprise! Instead of having any especially
ticklish spots -
this readout shows you ar e especially ticklish everywhere on the
soles and
under the toes of your poor sweet feet! And since I've already
recorded over 50
variations on the force field stocks holding the Admiral and the
Ambassador I
think I'll program a special and different ticklish treat for each of
your
georgeous feet! But don't worry - you can all think about it as I set
things up for
a simultaneous ticklish start for you all!"
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