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THE TEMPLE OF LAUGHING WATERS
PART ONE - JANELLE AND MEGAN
Janelle started to waken. The two young women had finished work at seven
and decided to spend Friday evening in one of the local bars for a few
drinks, some music and dancing, perhaps some socializing and meeting up
with friends or new people. After five hours in the bar and twice as many
drinks, they decided to take a taxi back to Megan’s apartment. Janelle lived
with parents, after all, and it would be best not to arrive in the very tipsy
state she had brought onto herself. The doorman in front of the bar had
waved for a taxi to take the girls home and a beautiful white luxury car
driving by an elegant older gentleman came to a stop at the curb almost
immediately. The doorman told the girls that this was a luxury car of the
type used for airport service. Megan and, then, Janelle slid into the very
soft leather rear seat of the car while the driver gave the doorman a tip of
some amount in his hand. Megan told the older gentleman her address as
she got in and that was the last thing Janelle would remember.
Janelle was an adorable 22-year old girl with long auburn colored hair. She
was quite small, standing only five feet two inches. She had worn a t-shirt
and jeans to work with her favorite ankle height boots and socks. Megan
was a pretty 20-year old with long blonde hair and a height of five feet four
inches. She, too, had worn a t-shirt and jeans but with flipflops.
As she started to waken, Janelle instinctively felt that something was wrong,
in that she was flat on her back, chilly and unable to move. Her big brown
eyes flashed open. She tried to lift her head but was unable to do so as a
restraint around her neck held her down. She looked at one of her wrists
and saw that her arms had been secured over her head and out to the side,
being held in place by metal restraints around her wrists and upper arms. A
metal bar had been placed across the palm of each of her hands and she
could wrap her fingers around the bar and grasp it as she clenched her fist.
She looked down the sides of her body and saw that each of her legs was
similarly held in place with metal restraints around her ankles and thighs,
just above her knees. She felt the coolness of the air around her feet, which
almost dangled off the end of each leg piece, and her genitals which were
widely exposed by her legs being spread apart. She felt another restraint,
similar to the one on her neck, around her waist. Never before had she felt
so helpless, so totally exposed, so terribly vulnerable.
“Oh, my God,†screamed Megan, as she came to and saw the predicament
she was in, “what the hell is this?â€
Both of the girls had been placed on x-shaped tables with about four feet of
open space between them. The were spread-eagled like two starfish, one
dark-haired and one blonde, with their arms and legs spread widely apart at
the extreme corner ends of the tables. It was impossible to move other than
to squirm or struggle a little.
“Janelle, what the hell is going on,†she cried, “where are we?â€
“I don’t know,†Janelle responded, “but I’ll bet that old man driving that big
car last night had something to do with it.â€
“Right you are, young lady,†said the older gentleman as he approached the
two girls, “and I will be quite pleased to explain everything to you.â€
“Let us go,†cried Megan, as she struggled against her restraints, “you can’t
do this to us!â€
The older man was very articulate and highly educated, handsome and very
elegantly dressed, clearly fearless and perfectly in control.
“I’m afraid I can,†he said, as he softly stroked his finger over Megan’s
body, “and I did.â€
“Please let us go,†whimpered Megan, “I don’t want to get hurt or, even
worse, killed.â€
Slowly and deliberately he ran his fingers down the sides of Megan’s body
from her armpits to her hips, over her stomach, around her breasts, along the
outside of her legs, along the inside of her legs, finally arriving at the soles
of her feet. He softly but intensely tickled the soles of her feet as he taunted
her.
“My, my,†he teased, “but your little feet are cold. Even so, they are so soft
and pretty.â€
“Sto-ho-hop,†Megan cried, “that ti-hi-hicles!â€
“As it should,†he said, turning to Janelle’s feet on the other table, “and
what of your little feet, are they as soft and pretty as her’s?â€
Janelle stiffened her body and bit into her lip to stop herself from laughing
out loud as he delicately stroked the soles of her little size six feet. Taking
notice of her reaction, the man released a lever and raised the foot end of her
table perhaps a foot higher and consequently lowering her head by an equal
distance.
“Well, well,†said the man, sniffing Janelle’s feet now at the height of his
face, “these feet are indeed very pretty and smell wonderful. Let’s see if
they taste as good as they look and smell.â€
He firmly took hold of Janelle’s left foot and licked it carefully, starting at
her toes, moving to the little hollow underneath and thoroughly licking the
spaces between, then kissing and licking the sensitive instep and the ultra
sensitive little space behind the crease on the ball of her foot. Janelle lost
control of her laughter, squirmed and struggled, clenched her fists and rolled
her head from side to side as she laughed and screamed.
“No-ho-ho, plea-hee-heese,†she cried, “you’re ki-hi-hiling me-hee-hee!â€
After a time, her right foot received the same attention. Then he brought the
table back to a level position as Janelle’s chest was heaving and her sweaty,
tear-stained face still rolling from side to side.
“Look at you now,†he said, as he tweaked Janelle’s nipples and patted her
genitals, “did you really think you could resist me?â€
“What about you,†he said, turning to Megan, “are your feet as tasty as
her’s?â€
“Oh, no,†blurted Megan, “her feet are much nicer than mine.â€
“I see,†he said, “perhaps I’ll have to taste them later. In the meantime, I
have set my computer system to take some measurements from the two of
you. I’ll be back a little later.â€
“Please tell us where we are,†asked Janelle, “and why you brought us
here!â€
“Alright, ladies,†he said, “you are in the Temple of Laughing Waters and
you are both going to give sacrifice tonight. Nobody will be hurt or killed
but you might wish that was the case before we are done.â€
“I see you have both started to offer a sacrifice already,†he said, as he
looked at the puddle beneath each table, “that’s very good!â€
“What the hell is the Temple of Laughing Waters,†asked Megan, as she
watched the man leave the room.
“I don’t know,†said Janelle, “but I’m sure we’re going to find out.â€
Suddenly the computer monitors above the tables came to life. One of the
stainless doors along the wall nearest each girl opened and several probes
appeared and came toward them. On the computer screen above, the girls
could see exactly what the camera on the probe was seeing as it neared its
position.
To their horror, every part of each girl’s body was measured with the data
entered into the computer system of the facility. For the most part, the
measuring process was unnerving but touchless. The probes did, however,
take careful measurements around each girl’s genitalia including the depth
and width of her vagina which not only required touching her but entering
the most private part of her body. The probes also touched each girl’s feet,
moving them into different positions, and measuring every small part of
each foot. Both girls screamed and struggled as the measurements were
being taken and Megan became frantic when the probe forced itself inside
of her. Janelle had a little more control of her reactions than Megan.
“The Temple of Laughing Waters,†he suddenly said as he entered the room,
startling both girls, “actually began in the south seas. Whenever different
tribes went to battle, be it on the same larger island or from different islands,
captives would almost always be taken. The female captives, if they were
young and pretty, would be staked out on the ground in the same position as
you are now, and their feet would be tickled by the women of the winning
tribe, usually four young women per foot each with a feather specially
collected for the purpose. When the women became tired, fresh new women
would take their place. In this manner, the tickling would continue often for
many days.â€
“Unbeknown to those south sea islanders, the laughter of very pretty young
women was pleasing to God, in their case, the various island deities they
believed in. Hawaii and the various islands of the south seas were therefore
favored with beautiful scenery, a fabulous climate, powerful male warriors,
beautiful women with fantastic dance skills, and so on. Even today, Hawaii
and Tahiti, among other more remote islands, are the most beautiful places
on the planet.â€
PART ONE - JANELLE AND MEGAN
Janelle started to waken. The two young women had finished work at seven
and decided to spend Friday evening in one of the local bars for a few
drinks, some music and dancing, perhaps some socializing and meeting up
with friends or new people. After five hours in the bar and twice as many
drinks, they decided to take a taxi back to Megan’s apartment. Janelle lived
with parents, after all, and it would be best not to arrive in the very tipsy
state she had brought onto herself. The doorman in front of the bar had
waved for a taxi to take the girls home and a beautiful white luxury car
driving by an elegant older gentleman came to a stop at the curb almost
immediately. The doorman told the girls that this was a luxury car of the
type used for airport service. Megan and, then, Janelle slid into the very
soft leather rear seat of the car while the driver gave the doorman a tip of
some amount in his hand. Megan told the older gentleman her address as
she got in and that was the last thing Janelle would remember.
Janelle was an adorable 22-year old girl with long auburn colored hair. She
was quite small, standing only five feet two inches. She had worn a t-shirt
and jeans to work with her favorite ankle height boots and socks. Megan
was a pretty 20-year old with long blonde hair and a height of five feet four
inches. She, too, had worn a t-shirt and jeans but with flipflops.
As she started to waken, Janelle instinctively felt that something was wrong,
in that she was flat on her back, chilly and unable to move. Her big brown
eyes flashed open. She tried to lift her head but was unable to do so as a
restraint around her neck held her down. She looked at one of her wrists
and saw that her arms had been secured over her head and out to the side,
being held in place by metal restraints around her wrists and upper arms. A
metal bar had been placed across the palm of each of her hands and she
could wrap her fingers around the bar and grasp it as she clenched her fist.
She looked down the sides of her body and saw that each of her legs was
similarly held in place with metal restraints around her ankles and thighs,
just above her knees. She felt the coolness of the air around her feet, which
almost dangled off the end of each leg piece, and her genitals which were
widely exposed by her legs being spread apart. She felt another restraint,
similar to the one on her neck, around her waist. Never before had she felt
so helpless, so totally exposed, so terribly vulnerable.
“Oh, my God,†screamed Megan, as she came to and saw the predicament
she was in, “what the hell is this?â€
Both of the girls had been placed on x-shaped tables with about four feet of
open space between them. The were spread-eagled like two starfish, one
dark-haired and one blonde, with their arms and legs spread widely apart at
the extreme corner ends of the tables. It was impossible to move other than
to squirm or struggle a little.
“Janelle, what the hell is going on,†she cried, “where are we?â€
“I don’t know,†Janelle responded, “but I’ll bet that old man driving that big
car last night had something to do with it.â€
“Right you are, young lady,†said the older gentleman as he approached the
two girls, “and I will be quite pleased to explain everything to you.â€
“Let us go,†cried Megan, as she struggled against her restraints, “you can’t
do this to us!â€
The older man was very articulate and highly educated, handsome and very
elegantly dressed, clearly fearless and perfectly in control.
“I’m afraid I can,†he said, as he softly stroked his finger over Megan’s
body, “and I did.â€
“Please let us go,†whimpered Megan, “I don’t want to get hurt or, even
worse, killed.â€
Slowly and deliberately he ran his fingers down the sides of Megan’s body
from her armpits to her hips, over her stomach, around her breasts, along the
outside of her legs, along the inside of her legs, finally arriving at the soles
of her feet. He softly but intensely tickled the soles of her feet as he taunted
her.
“My, my,†he teased, “but your little feet are cold. Even so, they are so soft
and pretty.â€
“Sto-ho-hop,†Megan cried, “that ti-hi-hicles!â€
“As it should,†he said, turning to Janelle’s feet on the other table, “and
what of your little feet, are they as soft and pretty as her’s?â€
Janelle stiffened her body and bit into her lip to stop herself from laughing
out loud as he delicately stroked the soles of her little size six feet. Taking
notice of her reaction, the man released a lever and raised the foot end of her
table perhaps a foot higher and consequently lowering her head by an equal
distance.
“Well, well,†said the man, sniffing Janelle’s feet now at the height of his
face, “these feet are indeed very pretty and smell wonderful. Let’s see if
they taste as good as they look and smell.â€
He firmly took hold of Janelle’s left foot and licked it carefully, starting at
her toes, moving to the little hollow underneath and thoroughly licking the
spaces between, then kissing and licking the sensitive instep and the ultra
sensitive little space behind the crease on the ball of her foot. Janelle lost
control of her laughter, squirmed and struggled, clenched her fists and rolled
her head from side to side as she laughed and screamed.
“No-ho-ho, plea-hee-heese,†she cried, “you’re ki-hi-hiling me-hee-hee!â€
After a time, her right foot received the same attention. Then he brought the
table back to a level position as Janelle’s chest was heaving and her sweaty,
tear-stained face still rolling from side to side.
“Look at you now,†he said, as he tweaked Janelle’s nipples and patted her
genitals, “did you really think you could resist me?â€
“What about you,†he said, turning to Megan, “are your feet as tasty as
her’s?â€
“Oh, no,†blurted Megan, “her feet are much nicer than mine.â€
“I see,†he said, “perhaps I’ll have to taste them later. In the meantime, I
have set my computer system to take some measurements from the two of
you. I’ll be back a little later.â€
“Please tell us where we are,†asked Janelle, “and why you brought us
here!â€
“Alright, ladies,†he said, “you are in the Temple of Laughing Waters and
you are both going to give sacrifice tonight. Nobody will be hurt or killed
but you might wish that was the case before we are done.â€
“I see you have both started to offer a sacrifice already,†he said, as he
looked at the puddle beneath each table, “that’s very good!â€
“What the hell is the Temple of Laughing Waters,†asked Megan, as she
watched the man leave the room.
“I don’t know,†said Janelle, “but I’m sure we’re going to find out.â€
Suddenly the computer monitors above the tables came to life. One of the
stainless doors along the wall nearest each girl opened and several probes
appeared and came toward them. On the computer screen above, the girls
could see exactly what the camera on the probe was seeing as it neared its
position.
To their horror, every part of each girl’s body was measured with the data
entered into the computer system of the facility. For the most part, the
measuring process was unnerving but touchless. The probes did, however,
take careful measurements around each girl’s genitalia including the depth
and width of her vagina which not only required touching her but entering
the most private part of her body. The probes also touched each girl’s feet,
moving them into different positions, and measuring every small part of
each foot. Both girls screamed and struggled as the measurements were
being taken and Megan became frantic when the probe forced itself inside
of her. Janelle had a little more control of her reactions than Megan.
“The Temple of Laughing Waters,†he suddenly said as he entered the room,
startling both girls, “actually began in the south seas. Whenever different
tribes went to battle, be it on the same larger island or from different islands,
captives would almost always be taken. The female captives, if they were
young and pretty, would be staked out on the ground in the same position as
you are now, and their feet would be tickled by the women of the winning
tribe, usually four young women per foot each with a feather specially
collected for the purpose. When the women became tired, fresh new women
would take their place. In this manner, the tickling would continue often for
many days.â€
“Unbeknown to those south sea islanders, the laughter of very pretty young
women was pleasing to God, in their case, the various island deities they
believed in. Hawaii and the various islands of the south seas were therefore
favored with beautiful scenery, a fabulous climate, powerful male warriors,
beautiful women with fantastic dance skills, and so on. Even today, Hawaii
and Tahiti, among other more remote islands, are the most beautiful places
on the planet.â€
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