SlaverTickler
04-05-2007, 07:02 AM
Tamia and The King
Starring Tamia78
By SlaverTickler
Part 1
Tamia sat at her table unable to believe where she was. The singer/actress had been on her world tour when she was personaly invited by the King of Laveria to apear in his country. No American performer had ever been invited to the Slavic nation before, and Tamia felt honoured to be the first. Right away her agent called the ambasador to Latveria Vallerie Cooper, and they worked out the details of their arival. Suprisingly there was no problem with meeting her clients needs, nor were there any demands on the part of the nations leader King Victor VonDoom. All they wished was for her to sit in on a banquit dinner, and then perform for the guests. Tamia was very excited, she hoped this could help with her countries relations with Latveria, so she wanted to put on a good show.
"What should I wear, is there anything they would find offencive?" asked Tamia.
"Well Ms. Cooper said VonDoom was ok with what ever you wanted the wear or sing," replied Steph, her agent, "But try to be conservitive anyway."
A few hours latter and the two shapley ladies walked into the hall of Castle Doom. Tamia wore a strapless blue dress that stopped half way past her calves, while her agent looked very sharp in a black skirt and jacket with a red blouse. Both woman had on shear nylons with 9 inch stiletto heels, but niether could have suspected what they were in for. Vallerie Cooper had known all along about VonDoom wanting Tamia to come to his kingdom, infact it had been her plan from the start. VonDoom and Cooper had been in nagotiatons for a weapons, because dispite apearing like an 18th century nation VonDoom was very skilled in science im the ways of the technological. Unfortunetly for Tamia he also had developed a fondness for her, having seen pictures of her in various magazines while visiting the Latverian Embassie in the United States. Cooper had been charged by the Presadent to get VonDoom to come on board with the US and desihn weapons for them, and upon learning of his "crush" on the singer, she concieved one of the most underhanded plans in American History.
"So you are willing to offer me one of your own citizens in exchainge for my weapons technology?" said VonDoom as he watched Tamia through the monitor.
"Yes you magisty, I have been instucted by..." began Vallerie.
"Please Miss Cooper, call me Victor." said the hansome man, running his hand through his short brown hair, "We are in privat there is no need for formality, and how do I know you nation will not send the Navy Seals to retrieve her once you have what you want?"
"Trust me Victor, the goverment isn't about to risk some of it's best trained to save a singer and actress, especialy if she were to become a citazen of Latveria."
"And why would she do that?" asked VonDoom.
"I don't know, perhapes you can convince her with your charm." she said as she left with the sighned contract.
Tamia and Steph chated over their wine about how incredable the palace was. After only a glass both women began to feel a little giddy as though they were high or buzzed. After only one glass, that ment the alchohal content must have been pretty high, and being in a different country that shouldn't have suprised them, but it did. The two ladies giggled like school girls, as two sodiers in brown uniforms apeard at their table. They informed the duo that they were wanted in the King's main chaimber for a private introduction. The pair were led down a hallway hrough a secret passage in one of the walls, giggling the entire way.
Upon ariving in the King's chaimber Tamia was rushed to a chair infront of a larg desk. Sitting on the otherside of the desk was the King himself, his blue eye's took in the lovely woman's curves. The singer tried to keep her composure, but couldn't help gigling because of the wine, wich caused her agent to laugh as well. Suddenly VonDoom's expretion chainged from cheerful to grave. With a nod of his head two guards grabed Steph, who yelled out as the pulled her out of the room. Tamia turned her head to see what was going on, only to feel cool steel clap around her wrist, traping them against the arms of the chair she sat in.
"W-what the hell is going on?" asked Tamia, "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"I am King Victor VonDoom of Latveria, and your new..." he began.
"Well woop-dee shit, I am Lady Tamia of the United States, we don't have Kings there, you may have heard of a little war we fought to throw them out." the singer interupted, her voice s littler slerved from drink, "I am and American, you can't do this to me, so there."
"Ah yes, well you see your ambsator to my nation has traided you for weapons and technolagy."
"Well that figuers, that bitch." said Tamia as she saw the stocks being brought into the room, "What are those for?" she asked.
"Why they are for you my dear."said VonDoom as he fot up from his desk, "A gift in exchainge for you becoming a Latverian citazen."
"Why would I do that, I have a condo in New York, and a house in California, and I bought a ranch in Oklahoma for my mom." rebutted the ebony beauty.
The king came over to Tamia, who was at first frightened, but when the back of the man's finger caressed her cheek she felt the fear lift slightly. Gently he grasped her chin, and turned her gaze to meet his own. For a moment she looked into his eye's, and they were beautiful. Never had she seen such bright blue eye's, like crytal reflecting bright light, and just a hint of green. They had an almost hypnotic effect, and she realized that no matter what, no physical harm would come to her. When VonDoom suddenly blinked however, she realized that her ankles were now locked in the stocks that had been brought into the room.Pulling her chin free of his soft grip she looked down to see a man locking the top piece of wood to the bottom. Now she was truely caught, compleatly helpless. The king kissed her softly on the cheek, and stepped back from the chair where she sat.
With a clap of his hands a hidden door opened behind the kings desk, and a tall athletic looking woman steped into the well light room from the dark pasage. Tamia's eye's opened wide as the tall musculer woman stepped around the desk, and aprotched her, she was very tall, with alburn hair, and muscles on muscles. Tamia remeber seeing that woman wrestler Chyna once, and thought this woman could have picked her up with one arm. What made her even more intimadatining was the dark stidded leather suit she wore, there wan't alot to it, but it was damn sure scary to see. When she was close enough Tamia could see the other woman's eyes and realized she wasn't Latverian, they didn't have the same Slavic look that the others had. It was possible that she was from western Europe or even North America, at thei poin all Tamia knew was this Amazone was standing over her, arms crossed, and a huge, evil, smile on her face.
"Remember Titania, you aren't to hurt her." said the king, as he left the room, "I do not want to hear she was caused any pain or 100 fold will be brought to bare on you."
"Of course King VonDoom, I understand you don't want you new prize bruised." replied the muscular woman "I beleave I have an ulternative method in mind that will be quite effective."
Tamia was speachless, all conserns about her agent, and friend Steph, left her mind as woman nelt by her feet. With a light swat Titania knocked the spiked heel shoe from the other woman's foot, smiling she watched as her cute little toes wiggled under the shear mesh of her nylon stockings. A long red finger nail slowly slid along the center of the sole of her foot. The singers eye's widened like never before, she grunted, and squealed as she jerked about in her chair. Titania's smile grew at the young woman's reaction, it had been exactly what she was hoping for. Fliping off the other shoe Titania began to drag a nail over that one as well, causing Tamia to burst into giggles.
'No, haha, stop that, hehehe, don't, hahahehe, you have no right, hehehehehe, don't touch me!" she demanded.
"The King wants you to become a Latverian Citazen, renonce your country."
"Never, hahahaha, hehehehe, I will never do that, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, NEVER!" screamed Tamia.
"I'm so glad you said that, it will make breaking you that much more fun." replied the other woman.
Tatainia sat on a bunch between her prisoners feet, and apllied nails from her for fingers, and thumb, against the soft skin of the entertainers feet. Tamia squealed and burst into loud full laughter, it was a beautiful sound, that stirred the guards to attention. Looking around she could see the Latverian soldiers smiling at her predicament, elbowing each other and laughing. Now Tamia wished she'd never agreed to come to Dommstandt, and if Vallerie had sold her out, did that mean Stpeh could be in on it as well. Could she be shearing a glass of wine with VonDoom and Cooper as she suffered at the hands of this Amazone bitch. Tamia screamed, and laughed histericaly, her body thrashing about in the confinds of the chair. She could feel the hem of her dress riding up, and knew it was only a matter of time before she had a Jackson style woredrobe malfunction up top.
"Mmmm, all that squirming can't be good for that dress." said Titania with a grin, "I think the boys may be in for a treat to day."
"Oh, hehehehehe, how can you do this?" squealed Tamia, "We're both women, hahahahahaha, why would you... snort giggle... do this?"
"Because Von Doom pays me alot of fucking money, and it will stop when you do what you're told."
Tamia howled as the pace of her tormenters finger quikened, she tried to controle her upper body's squirming as much as she could, but her lower half seemed to be out of her controle. Soon the hem of her dress rode up to her full hips, fully exposing her legs, as well as her red panties. A red glow sprung from her dark cheeks, as she could hear the cheers of Von Doom's guards. It was only a matter of time before the young woman would lose all controle, and then her 32-C's would pop ou, and give the men a real thrill.
"Stop it, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, don't please, hahahaha, stop tickling me, I hate it!" she screamed, "Mercy, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, don't!"
Titania stood up and moved to the left of the prisoner. Looking down she smiled at the sight of her red panties, and the slight blush of her cheeks. A single tear rolled down Tamia's cheek, as her chest heaved. The tormentor suprised her victim by waiting for her to catch her breath, then reached down and began to gently squeas her left thigh, just above the knee. Once again the howels began, and this time Tamia couldn't help bucking madly. Tears roled down her round cheeks, and she squealed through clintched teeth, as she felt the woman's finers tighten and losen on the sencitive joint. The room that had been very cool suddenly felt warm, from all the jerking and thrashing she was doing. Tamia screamed and pleaded for somebody to help her, but the men just cheared her toementor on until she was a writher mass of flesh.
"My, my, red panties." said Titania, "Now what type of woman would wear scarlet coloured panties I wonder."
"Hahahahaha, shut up, hehehehehehe, don't you dare say it... hahahaha, hehehehehe, you bitch!" exclaimed Tamia just as her tit's poped out of her dress.
"Ok, you say it, what sort of woman would wear red panties, and no braw?" asked the the fair haried woman, "Tell me and I'll give you a break for today."
"Hahahahahaha, fuck you, hehehehehehe." curesed the helpless woman, "No, stop, not the thighs, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, not there, not that hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, hehehehehe.... stop it please."
"You know what you have to do to for me to stop, answer the question." instructucted Titania as she tore the blue dress like it was tissue paper, "My my, what a cute little belly you have, I bet the boys would just love to play with it, don't you." taunted the woman as he nails softly scratched the sencitive skin of her prisoner stomanch.
"Noooooooooooo, please, hahahahahaha, hehehehehehehe, get off me, stop it, no more stop, stop, stop!" screamed the woman, her body writhering like an electrick charge was running through it, "Please, hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, stop, I can't stand it!"
Titania ran her long nails all over the prisoners mid-section. She loved how the little bit of soft skin on her tummy jiggled slightly, but not as much as her firm breasts. The interigator worked her finger all over the other womans volutous for, bringing squeals and please like she'd never heard before. Titania had never used tickling before, at least not as a form of torture, but she couldn't wait to test it's effects on some of the men in VonDoom dungeon. Titania cupped her big hands over Tamia's breasts and began to roll her thumbs over her hard, dark nipples. In the end this was just to much.
"A harlet... hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, please stop, hehehehehehehe, a harlet wears red panties!" screamed Tamia,
"So if a harlet wears red panties, and you are wearing them then..." began Titania, only to be interupted.
"Yes, I am, please just stop, i can't breath please I'm a harlet, just stop!" screamed Tamia, and Titania smiled.
To Be Continued...
Part 2
Steph struggled valiant but vainly as she was pulled through the secret opening in King VonDoom's chaimber. The last thing she saw before the door slid shut were metal braces wrap around her client and friend's wrists. At one point the 5'2" beauty almost pulled free of her captor, only to be grabbed by a secound guard who had been sent to accompany him. A small capsule was opened near Steph's face, and a she accidently inhailed some of the fumes, causing her to pass out. The two men smiled wickedly at each other as her legs were lifted off the ground and she was carried down dimly lit passage.
Upon reaching their destination the agent was placed on a table, and a third man entered the room. Dressed in a long white lab coat he approached the table as the other two men backed away. His name was Dr. Malice, an inventor who worked for King VonDoom. His inventions were of little consequence, and were often perverce in nature, but he was the King's cousin, and he'd promissed his dying Aunt that he would looking out for his deviant kin. Smiling down on the busty littly woman, his thick framed glasses began to fog as he looked over her lucious form. With trembling hands he began to unbutton her clinging red blouse, and almost drewled on her as he pulled it back to reveal a black lace braw.
"O-oh my." said Malice, sounding like Floyd from "Andy of Mayberry", "Yes, yes, they are simply spectacular, 38-D's if I'm not mistaken."
"40-D's" growned Steph, half asleep.
"Oh, um, sorry." said the evil doctor as he quickly began straping her wrist to the table, "Um, uh, 40-D's you say?"
"Yes lover, you know they... hey, what the fuck is this?!" exclaimed Steph realizing her arms were being restrained, "Who the fuck are you? Let me up right now!"
"Guards, guards!" screamed the cowering man, even though the prisoner's wrist were bound, "Quickly knock her out again, tho' her straining is rather... erotic." he added, wiping the drewl from his mouth, "Oh yes, yes indeed it is."
Moments later an unconscious Tamia was carried into a cell, and layed out on a straw matress. Her blue dress had been removed, leaving her with only her red thong amd shear nylons on. Titania had worked her over therroly during the iterrogation in VonDoom's chaimber. The leather clad Amazone took hold of the chain that hung from the wall, and place the leather collar around the sleeping beauties neck. Throwing a blanket over the woman's shivering body she smiled, and walked out the door, slaming it hard on purpose.The loud bang echoed through the room and brought Tam out of her imposed sleep. The last thing she could remember was a rag being pressed against her face, and then the world going grey. Looking through groggy eyes she could see nothing but darkness, and felt leather around he neck.
"Oh no she didn't." said Tamia as she heard a chain rattle behind her, "Well don't it just figuer, that bitch." she cursed as she tested her restraints, "I'll bet she did it with a smile on her face too."
Getting to her feet Tamia felt the blanket fall off and realized she was lacking something, her dress. Reaching down the woman wrapped herslef up, and checked out her seroundings. She found it bizarre that her cell was so big that she couldn't see the wall on the other side. Taking a dozen steps forward she walked into something. With a grunt she began to feel the smooth surface of what ever was blocking her path. It was cold, and felt like plastic, but seemed far to refined to be plastic... plexyglass, but why would someone have plaxyglass in a dungon, she wondered.
The light in the singers cell seemed to dim, and shadows formed in front of her. Tamia's eye's widened and her jaw dropped as the images came in to view. Before her, strapped to an X-Frame, was her agent Steph. The skirt suit she had worn was gone, leaving her in just her undergarments (Black lace braw and pantties, thigh high stockings and a garter belt). Tam stepped back in disbelief, she felt her heart go into her throat at the sight of her friend in such a position. Then Dr. Malice stepped into view.
"Oh, oh um hello there." said the nerd in the lab coat, "I am, uh, Dr. Malice, and I am the king's cousin." he added, "I have been instructed to basicly torture your friend here until you agree to become a Latverian Citezen and renounce you ties to the US, isn't that just wonderful."
"What are you going to do to her?" demanded Tamia, as she looked at the lovely face of her unconcious friend, "What have you done to her already."
"Well, uh, nothing... ok I copped a feel, but who wouldn't. look at those things." said the vile little man, "Don't worry about her, she won't be put in any pain. I'm not a fan of pain, no Oragams involved there, but I would like to show you something."
Malice pulled out a small little box from his coat, and turned a knob on it. There came sound of gears grinding and something big began to lowere from the cealing on his side of the plexy glass. Looking up she could see it, and it was monsterouse. It had 8 long tenticle like armes, with various tools on the end of each. One had multipul electric tooth brush's, another had several feathers, another had a synthetic hand, and so on. The machien lowered until it was right infron of Steph's taned torso, then the lights on Tamia's side of the room rose, and she couldn't see her friend anymore.
Tamia had never felt more helpless in her life, even when she was trapped in that chair earlier. It was one thing to be tormented yourself, but to know that a friend was going to be forced to endure some devant torture was even worse. What was that thing going to do to Steph, Malice had claimed it wouldn't hurt her, but then what, maybe it was going to tickle Steph, like Titania had her. That didn't make Tam feel anybetter, she knew her agent and friend was very ticklish because when they got bored on tour they would get into tickle fights on the tour bus or in the hotel room. Nothing major, just to bring some fun to the inane life of the road. Either the singer or her agent would end up screaming for there lives, and that was under playful conditions, who knows what might happen now.
"Huh, mmmmm, uh, what's going on, where am I." Tamia could here as she backed from the darkness, "Who are you, what is that thing, let me go now!"
"I am Dr. Malice, and this is my Octavious 2000." said the inventore, "It is going to do some delisious things to you while I watch, oh yes, yes, it will be de-lish-ous."
"But whay, what do you want?" asked the woman.
"Oh, oh, nothing from you, it's all up to Tamia, she will determin your fate." he answered.
There was a long silence, as Tamia found herself sitting on the straw matress. Then a soft humming started and she knew it was the device starting up. A single tear rolled down the woman's round cheek, as she heard a sort sigh come from the void. It was starting, her friend would be tortured right before her, then again how could she be sure. Maybe Steph was in on this entire sceam to trade her for weapons and technology, Tam shook her head, no way, Steph would never sell her out. It could all be a lie, or even a very bad dream. The singer put her face in her hands and sighed as she heard the screaming begin.
"Ahhhh, what is that, hehehehhe, hahahahaha, no please that tickles!" screamed Steph, "Please, not that, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, get away from there, not please don't, AH-hahahaha, hehehehehe, giggle, snort, hehehehehe, stop it."
Tamia looked into the darkness on the other side of the plexyglass, she could just make out the silhouette of her friend's body wiggling the touchmachiens tendrills. Suddenly she felt something caress her right tit, and looked to see her own hand was touching it. Another out burst of giggles and pleas came from the shadows, and the singer could feel herslef becoming aroused. With every sheak her agent made her clit grew harder, and she felt the erge to go south getting stronger. What was wrong with her, how could she be getting turned on by this, there must have been some sort of gas being filtered into the room, or ulrasonic waves or something. What ever it was the sexual feelings were growing.
"Hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, no more, hehehehe, hahahaha, I'll pay you, giggle, hehehehehe, hahahaha, I have lots of money." offered Steph, "Hehehe, hey, what are you doing, hahahaha, hehehehehe, put that back in your pants... hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, that disgusting."
God, this was turning out to be such a turn on, Tamia could feel a beed of sweat run down from her forhead and drip off her nose. The need to touch herself grew more and more intence. Both her hands were now fondling her large breast, fingers gently tweaking at her hard dark nipples. Closing her eyes she cooed as Steph begged, and sighed as she pleaded. It was no use, she couldn't fight it anymore, weather it was some artifical means, or a sadistic side she never knew she had, Tam was hornier then a bitch in heat, and needed release.
"HELP, please help me, hahahahaha, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, get that out of there, oh please, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, no more hehehehehe!" screamed the helpless woman.
"No, get her good." sighed Tamia as she slipped her right hand into her red panties, "I love that laugh, it's so sexy."
"Oh, shit, what, oh, mmmmm, wait, thats not.... oh god." sighed Steph, "Mmmm, oh, thats so naughty, no wait hehehehehehe, don't that ticklish!"
Tamia tease her slit with the tip of her finger, while diddling her clit with her thumb. It felt so wrong to pleasure herself at such a time, but her need for release was burning. Juices flowed, and her upper thighs glissened with them. Soon her thong was drentched, and she was breathing heavy as her fingers brought her closer to hitting the mark.
"Hahahahaha, hehehehhe, stop it, I can't stan it!" screamed Steph, "Hahahahaha, mmmmm, oh yeah.... heheheheheh, no no not there, hahahahaha ow mmmm heheheheheh, no stop it, your driving me insane, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, no more!"
"That it, tickle that bitch, teae her, oh god, that so hot." sighed the singer, her rythem getting faster and faster, "God I wish I had a big fat..."
"Oh please please stop, hehehehehe, hahahahahaha, no... snort... get away, no more, I can't stand it.... heheheheheh, hahahahahahaha!"
"The nipples, tickle her nipples!" screamed Tamia, with out thinking, "And her inner thighs too."
"Ah, no, who said that, hahahahahahahaha, stop it, heheheheheheheheheheh, help somebody!"
"Oh yes, that it, tickle her, make her beg, make her cum, I am so close." groaned Tamia, laying back and finger with great vigour, "Oh yes, oh god yes!"
"No, god no, please don't tickle me anymore!" screamed Steph, "What, oh no, not the feet... PLEASE NOT THE FEET!" she bellowed "Hahahahahahah, hehehehehehe, oh no stop please stop, hahahahha, hehehehehehe STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
"OH GOD YES!" screamed Tamia before collapsing in a sweaty heap.
To Be Continued...
Part 3
Tamia slept peacefully as two men in Latverian uniforms entered her cell. The two men placed a stretcher next to the ebony beauty, and carfully lifted her glistening form onto it. Each man took hold of the handles on ether side, and lifted their charge of the ground. Soft sighs came from the beautiful woman as she slept, her little adventure with Dr. Malice had left her quite tired, she had never cum so hard in her life, but hearing her frinds sentual giggles as she was torured by the Octavious 2000 was just to arousing for her.
Exiting the room into the cooler hallway Tam felt the chill even in her sleep, she rolled her 5'2" fram into a ball, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. The men entered another room, and carfully place their charge onto an examining table. With steady hand the prisoners thong panties were removed, leaving her body compleatly nude. The woman's wrist and ankles were bound with padded leather restraints, as were her ankled. Then came a soft creaking sound, as the young lovely was housted into the air. The pulling of her limbs, however gentle, was enough to pull Tamia from her restful slumbe. Eye's flutterung open she looked around, and began to recall what had happened previously.
"Oh no, not again." sighed Tamia as her sences returned, "Come on, enough is enough, I don't want to be Latverian, I like being an American, just let me go."
The two men said nothing, but proceeded to stirp out of their uniforms, down to their light blue boxer briefs. Tamia's eyes lit up at the sight of the men's firm conditioned bodies, at least VonDoom kept his sodgiers in shape. Then she watched as one of the men opened a drawer in the side of the examining table, and handed his partner a small brush. Taking one for himself, the pair aprotched the spread-eagle woman, and smiled wickedly as the grew near.
"Oh no, oh hell no!." exclaimed Tam, as she tried to pull out of her bonds, "Get away from me, no, don't, I'm seriouse, go away, shu, shu."
For all her posturing Tamia knew she could do nothing to excape what was about to happen. Dipping their brushes in a bucket of warm soapy watter the two soldier proceeded to scrub at her helpless body. The American couldn't believe how soft the brushes felt against her skin, but she should have expected it considering Latveria's chosen method of torture. Having climaxed a short time ago, Tamia's curvasious form was even more sensitive the usual, it felt 10 time more intence as the brushes gently scrubbed away her self controle, causing her lusious mouth to part into a bright beautiful smile.
"Ack, stop it!" squealed Tam as she felt one brush against her neck, "Please don't... giggle... I have had enough... giggle... of this torture."
The two men smiled at the woman's sexy squirming, and continued to wash her with the small brushes. The secound brush begn to scrub at Tamia's sides, causing her to wriggle back and forth. The helpless woman's eye's opened wide as the britles ravaged her soft skin. Laughter erupted from her as one brush began to stroke her left armpit, and two more began scrubbng her belly. Suprised Tam looked down to see 2 more guards had joined in, and judging from the sounds behind her, more were entering the room.
"Hahahahahaha, hehehehehe, this isn't fair, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, it's bad e-e-enough that I'm tied up, but... snort... there 6 of you now... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please stop it... snort... no more!"
The men laughed in unison, and soon Tamia could feel brushes scrubbing her all over. They stoked her neck, armpits, belly and feet, and yet more of VonDoom's men entered the room, each with a brush in his hands. The feeling of absolute helplessness greww with the touch of each brush on her tender body. The sounds of the Latverian National Athem began to ring out, as the brushe's felt like they were on every inch of her. The bound beauty laughed, and screamed, she pleaded for mercy, begged for help, but no one would come to her aid. Terrified Tam began to think she migh actually die laughing, as fingers began stroking her firm round ass, and one finger slipped into her belly button.
"Ah-hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehe, don't touch me... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hey no tongues... hehehehehe, hahahahahah, hehehehe, hehehehe, help me somebody...." bellowed Tamia, then she heard a soft
buzzing sound, and felt something press against her clit, "Oh, oh.... mmmm, oh wait, not that.... ooooh, mmmmm, no please it to... ow, ow god.... it's humilaiting, uh, oh, ohn please, mmmmm, no, not their, not that.... oh god, oh god yes, oh, oh I'm going to cum, please don't make me.... OH SHIT, MOTHER FUCKER, YES, YES, OH YES!"
To Be continued....
Part 4
Tamia was still laughing, and begging for mercy when there came a buzzing over the intercome. VonDoom's sodiers had been have a great old time tickling her with brushes and making her cum over and over again with a vibrator. Licked, stroked, sucked, nibbled, everything they could think of the men had done to her helpless body, leaving her exhausted, humiliated, (to her suprise) wanting more. After 2 years as a planum, and double platnum recording artist Tam hasd suddenly been put on a pedistal by many of the people around her (except for Steph who would never put up with any Divatude from anyone, not even Barbra). It had be exilerating to have somebody (or even bodies) take charge of her, and have their way for a chainge. Everytime she begged for mercy a part of her deep in the darkest places she'd never tell anyone about, she was begging for more. It was insane, and she knew it, but it was true.
"Attention men, playtime is over. Return to yoududties." said the empowered voice of VonDoom, "Titania please bring out guest to my dining chaimbers for urther interogation."
"Yes my king." replied the leather glad Amazone as she free Tamia from her bonds, "It is nice to see you again Tamia" said the interogator with a grin, "Have you been enjoying you time in Latveria?"
"Fuck you, you bitch." wispered Tam exhausted.
Tamia was carried naked, through the castle, she was pretty sure the muscle bound beauty was deliberitly taking the long way around the castle to the king's dinning area. Unfortunetly the singer was far to tired to ressist, and even if she wasn't, this Amazon had at least 100 lbs on her, all of it muscle. All Tam could do was lay hudled in the other woman's thick arms and endure the stares and giggles of passer buys, sevents and guest that were in the castle. After what seemed like hours of traveling almost every corner of the castle, Tamia was brought to a room where the king was seated at a table for two. A beautiful meal had be set on either end of the table. The naked woman licked her lips, she was famished from enduring her torment at the hands of his sodiers, and could use a meal.
"You are welcome join me of course." said the king, "As soon as you renounce your American citizenship, and become my queen."
"NO!" bellowed Tamia, "I will never ronounce my country you big, I don't care how good looking you are." she added, "Where is my friend anyways?"
"Why my cousin, Dr. Malice, Like her so much I told him he could keep her." replied VonDoom with a smile, "I'm sure he is haveing a wonderful time sowing her is new gadgets."
"You son of a..."
"Enough of this, tie her to the pillers, and have at it Titania." ordered the king.
"Oh god, not this again." screamed Tamia, "Please, I don't think I could stand it again, it'll kill me I swear!"
"That is up to you." said the king claping his hands, "Become my queen and the suffering of you and your friend will end, bu this time there will be no end untill you do so."
The door to the dining chaimber opened and two women entered the room. They were servant girls by the looks of things, Latverian like their king. Tamia was bound spread-eagle between to marble pillaers as the two women were instructed on their tasks. Removing elbow length gloves, they revealed very long nails on each finger. Tam closed her eye's as the duo closed in on her, and could hear scrapping as VonDoom cut in to the meat on his table. The singer's chest raised an lowered as the red nails were slowly dragged across her dark skin. The woman's breath shuttered, and a tear ran down her cheek. A giggle escapped her, and the torment began once more.
"Please, don't do this again." squealed Tamia, "I-I-I ca-can't stand it, giggle, please, please don't, not a-a-again hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, Titania, please don't... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe."
Titania of course just licked her lips, and smiled a big as the moon. Being tortured by her alone had been bad enough, but with the two servents aiding her it was maddening. They used there fingers with nearly equil skill as the lead tormentor did, gently scratching at her belly and sides, while Titania stroked the hallows of her armpits. Tamia looked ahaead and could see the king eating his food, and enjoying the sight for his intended bride being tortured, it was like enterainment to him. Tam began to think that he was secretly hoping that she would never serender to his demands, so he could go on torturing her and steph for as long as he wants. Poor Steph, at the mercy of that sick freak Malice. The singer heart sank with dispear as finger worked her over unsypatheticly.
"Oh god... hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, not their!" pleaded Tam as a finger circled her navel, "Oh god, stop it, please hehehehehe, hahahahaha, No more, stop it, hehehehehhehe, hahahahahahaha, this is sick, it wrong, stop please!" she screamed.
"I told you Tamia, you are the one prolonging this." said the king as he finished his soup, and moved on to the next course of the meal, "Not that I haven't enjoyed watching you beautiful body squirming, or the erotic sound of you pleas, but it is time for you to simple except you are fated to be my queen."
Tamia's gigles turned into a high pitch squeal as she felt finger gently tweak her hard dark nipples. Titania went back and forth between them and her armpits, while the other two women worked their way lowere on her body. The two servents began to scratch at Tam's inner thighs, making her yelp, and giggle some more, Then came the squeazing of her cute knees, and then the ultimate, as she felt her ankles being untied.
"Oh no, no,no no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,no!" exclaimed Tamia as her legs were lifted in to the air, "NO, I MEAN IT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FEET!"
The two Latverian women giggled, and each ran a long nail down the center of Tam's foot. The ebony beauties legs spazamed, but the two women held on tightly. Again and again the finger nails slowly stroked the length of her pretty souls. Tamia curesed her vanity for haveing gotten pettacures every week sence her first #1 hit. How was she to know pampering her self a little would come back to bight her on the to. Soon the singer was wriggling helplessly as the women ruthlessly wraked all 4 fingers over her helpless arches. Looking ahead she could see VonDoom was now nearly finnished the main course of his dinner, and she was begining to think, or hope, she would be disert.
"Please, this is to much... hahahahahaha, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha... Titania please, stop it, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehe, please somebody help me, please!" screamed Tam as the king go up from the table and moved towards her, "Oh god no, hehehehehe, hahahahahahaha, get away from me you mastard... snort... koff, koff, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehe, don't touch me."
But the king did touch her, Firmly he grabbed her large breast, and with a smile rolled his tongue over he nipples. Tamia found herself cooing and giggling, caught between the extasies of his tongue, and the aganies of their tickling. The conflictin sensation made it even more torturous, but at the same time exileraiting, as she felt herself let go with uncontrolled screams and please. The singer was both loving and hating everthing that was being done to her, as the foursome mercelessly worked her over, VonDoom's attention soon brought him further south with every kiss, causing Tam clit to swell, and her labia to grow wet with antisapation.
"Oh god, that so... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, oh mmmmmmm ph yes I, hehehehehe hahhahahahah... cut that out... oh yes, oh lick it.... snort snort... damn it stop it!" screamed Tamia with conflicting coments.
"Enough of his fullishness woman." ordered VonDoom as he stepped back and dropped his pants, "Behold my royal penis." all four women stood wide eyed, and amazed. It must have been atleast 10" long, and with some wicked girth too it.
"Damn!" exclaimed both Tamia and Titania.
"What say you now American or Latvarian?" asked the king.
"We have a saying in the US your majisty, never buy a car before you test drive it." replied Tamia.
"Very well." said the king grabbing Tamia's thighs, "As the saying goes, the first one is free but..."
Just as the tip of the swollen organ was about to touch the woman's wet labia, Tamia felt a pair of hand shake her violently. Opening her eyes' Tam sat up and looked around. She wasn't in a castle, or in another country. Standing beside her was her friend Steph, and she remembered where she was. In a hotel in California late for the tickle gather she had been so looking forward to. Oh well, she thought, I should have known it would be to good to be true. Still she would have liked to have finnished that little adventure, but there's always another dream.
The End.
Starring Tamia78
By SlaverTickler
Part 1
Tamia sat at her table unable to believe where she was. The singer/actress had been on her world tour when she was personaly invited by the King of Laveria to apear in his country. No American performer had ever been invited to the Slavic nation before, and Tamia felt honoured to be the first. Right away her agent called the ambasador to Latveria Vallerie Cooper, and they worked out the details of their arival. Suprisingly there was no problem with meeting her clients needs, nor were there any demands on the part of the nations leader King Victor VonDoom. All they wished was for her to sit in on a banquit dinner, and then perform for the guests. Tamia was very excited, she hoped this could help with her countries relations with Latveria, so she wanted to put on a good show.
"What should I wear, is there anything they would find offencive?" asked Tamia.
"Well Ms. Cooper said VonDoom was ok with what ever you wanted the wear or sing," replied Steph, her agent, "But try to be conservitive anyway."
A few hours latter and the two shapley ladies walked into the hall of Castle Doom. Tamia wore a strapless blue dress that stopped half way past her calves, while her agent looked very sharp in a black skirt and jacket with a red blouse. Both woman had on shear nylons with 9 inch stiletto heels, but niether could have suspected what they were in for. Vallerie Cooper had known all along about VonDoom wanting Tamia to come to his kingdom, infact it had been her plan from the start. VonDoom and Cooper had been in nagotiatons for a weapons, because dispite apearing like an 18th century nation VonDoom was very skilled in science im the ways of the technological. Unfortunetly for Tamia he also had developed a fondness for her, having seen pictures of her in various magazines while visiting the Latverian Embassie in the United States. Cooper had been charged by the Presadent to get VonDoom to come on board with the US and desihn weapons for them, and upon learning of his "crush" on the singer, she concieved one of the most underhanded plans in American History.
"So you are willing to offer me one of your own citizens in exchainge for my weapons technology?" said VonDoom as he watched Tamia through the monitor.
"Yes you magisty, I have been instucted by..." began Vallerie.
"Please Miss Cooper, call me Victor." said the hansome man, running his hand through his short brown hair, "We are in privat there is no need for formality, and how do I know you nation will not send the Navy Seals to retrieve her once you have what you want?"
"Trust me Victor, the goverment isn't about to risk some of it's best trained to save a singer and actress, especialy if she were to become a citazen of Latveria."
"And why would she do that?" asked VonDoom.
"I don't know, perhapes you can convince her with your charm." she said as she left with the sighned contract.
Tamia and Steph chated over their wine about how incredable the palace was. After only a glass both women began to feel a little giddy as though they were high or buzzed. After only one glass, that ment the alchohal content must have been pretty high, and being in a different country that shouldn't have suprised them, but it did. The two ladies giggled like school girls, as two sodiers in brown uniforms apeard at their table. They informed the duo that they were wanted in the King's main chaimber for a private introduction. The pair were led down a hallway hrough a secret passage in one of the walls, giggling the entire way.
Upon ariving in the King's chaimber Tamia was rushed to a chair infront of a larg desk. Sitting on the otherside of the desk was the King himself, his blue eye's took in the lovely woman's curves. The singer tried to keep her composure, but couldn't help gigling because of the wine, wich caused her agent to laugh as well. Suddenly VonDoom's expretion chainged from cheerful to grave. With a nod of his head two guards grabed Steph, who yelled out as the pulled her out of the room. Tamia turned her head to see what was going on, only to feel cool steel clap around her wrist, traping them against the arms of the chair she sat in.
"W-what the hell is going on?" asked Tamia, "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"I am King Victor VonDoom of Latveria, and your new..." he began.
"Well woop-dee shit, I am Lady Tamia of the United States, we don't have Kings there, you may have heard of a little war we fought to throw them out." the singer interupted, her voice s littler slerved from drink, "I am and American, you can't do this to me, so there."
"Ah yes, well you see your ambsator to my nation has traided you for weapons and technolagy."
"Well that figuers, that bitch." said Tamia as she saw the stocks being brought into the room, "What are those for?" she asked.
"Why they are for you my dear."said VonDoom as he fot up from his desk, "A gift in exchainge for you becoming a Latverian citazen."
"Why would I do that, I have a condo in New York, and a house in California, and I bought a ranch in Oklahoma for my mom." rebutted the ebony beauty.
The king came over to Tamia, who was at first frightened, but when the back of the man's finger caressed her cheek she felt the fear lift slightly. Gently he grasped her chin, and turned her gaze to meet his own. For a moment she looked into his eye's, and they were beautiful. Never had she seen such bright blue eye's, like crytal reflecting bright light, and just a hint of green. They had an almost hypnotic effect, and she realized that no matter what, no physical harm would come to her. When VonDoom suddenly blinked however, she realized that her ankles were now locked in the stocks that had been brought into the room.Pulling her chin free of his soft grip she looked down to see a man locking the top piece of wood to the bottom. Now she was truely caught, compleatly helpless. The king kissed her softly on the cheek, and stepped back from the chair where she sat.
With a clap of his hands a hidden door opened behind the kings desk, and a tall athletic looking woman steped into the well light room from the dark pasage. Tamia's eye's opened wide as the tall musculer woman stepped around the desk, and aprotched her, she was very tall, with alburn hair, and muscles on muscles. Tamia remeber seeing that woman wrestler Chyna once, and thought this woman could have picked her up with one arm. What made her even more intimadatining was the dark stidded leather suit she wore, there wan't alot to it, but it was damn sure scary to see. When she was close enough Tamia could see the other woman's eyes and realized she wasn't Latverian, they didn't have the same Slavic look that the others had. It was possible that she was from western Europe or even North America, at thei poin all Tamia knew was this Amazone was standing over her, arms crossed, and a huge, evil, smile on her face.
"Remember Titania, you aren't to hurt her." said the king, as he left the room, "I do not want to hear she was caused any pain or 100 fold will be brought to bare on you."
"Of course King VonDoom, I understand you don't want you new prize bruised." replied the muscular woman "I beleave I have an ulternative method in mind that will be quite effective."
Tamia was speachless, all conserns about her agent, and friend Steph, left her mind as woman nelt by her feet. With a light swat Titania knocked the spiked heel shoe from the other woman's foot, smiling she watched as her cute little toes wiggled under the shear mesh of her nylon stockings. A long red finger nail slowly slid along the center of the sole of her foot. The singers eye's widened like never before, she grunted, and squealed as she jerked about in her chair. Titania's smile grew at the young woman's reaction, it had been exactly what she was hoping for. Fliping off the other shoe Titania began to drag a nail over that one as well, causing Tamia to burst into giggles.
'No, haha, stop that, hehehe, don't, hahahehe, you have no right, hehehehehe, don't touch me!" she demanded.
"The King wants you to become a Latverian Citazen, renonce your country."
"Never, hahahaha, hehehehe, I will never do that, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, NEVER!" screamed Tamia.
"I'm so glad you said that, it will make breaking you that much more fun." replied the other woman.
Tatainia sat on a bunch between her prisoners feet, and apllied nails from her for fingers, and thumb, against the soft skin of the entertainers feet. Tamia squealed and burst into loud full laughter, it was a beautiful sound, that stirred the guards to attention. Looking around she could see the Latverian soldiers smiling at her predicament, elbowing each other and laughing. Now Tamia wished she'd never agreed to come to Dommstandt, and if Vallerie had sold her out, did that mean Stpeh could be in on it as well. Could she be shearing a glass of wine with VonDoom and Cooper as she suffered at the hands of this Amazone bitch. Tamia screamed, and laughed histericaly, her body thrashing about in the confinds of the chair. She could feel the hem of her dress riding up, and knew it was only a matter of time before she had a Jackson style woredrobe malfunction up top.
"Mmmm, all that squirming can't be good for that dress." said Titania with a grin, "I think the boys may be in for a treat to day."
"Oh, hehehehehe, how can you do this?" squealed Tamia, "We're both women, hahahahahaha, why would you... snort giggle... do this?"
"Because Von Doom pays me alot of fucking money, and it will stop when you do what you're told."
Tamia howled as the pace of her tormenters finger quikened, she tried to controle her upper body's squirming as much as she could, but her lower half seemed to be out of her controle. Soon the hem of her dress rode up to her full hips, fully exposing her legs, as well as her red panties. A red glow sprung from her dark cheeks, as she could hear the cheers of Von Doom's guards. It was only a matter of time before the young woman would lose all controle, and then her 32-C's would pop ou, and give the men a real thrill.
"Stop it, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, don't please, hahahaha, stop tickling me, I hate it!" she screamed, "Mercy, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, don't!"
Titania stood up and moved to the left of the prisoner. Looking down she smiled at the sight of her red panties, and the slight blush of her cheeks. A single tear rolled down Tamia's cheek, as her chest heaved. The tormentor suprised her victim by waiting for her to catch her breath, then reached down and began to gently squeas her left thigh, just above the knee. Once again the howels began, and this time Tamia couldn't help bucking madly. Tears roled down her round cheeks, and she squealed through clintched teeth, as she felt the woman's finers tighten and losen on the sencitive joint. The room that had been very cool suddenly felt warm, from all the jerking and thrashing she was doing. Tamia screamed and pleaded for somebody to help her, but the men just cheared her toementor on until she was a writher mass of flesh.
"My, my, red panties." said Titania, "Now what type of woman would wear scarlet coloured panties I wonder."
"Hahahahaha, shut up, hehehehehehe, don't you dare say it... hahahaha, hehehehehe, you bitch!" exclaimed Tamia just as her tit's poped out of her dress.
"Ok, you say it, what sort of woman would wear red panties, and no braw?" asked the the fair haried woman, "Tell me and I'll give you a break for today."
"Hahahahahaha, fuck you, hehehehehehe." curesed the helpless woman, "No, stop, not the thighs, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, not there, not that hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, hehehehehe.... stop it please."
"You know what you have to do to for me to stop, answer the question." instructucted Titania as she tore the blue dress like it was tissue paper, "My my, what a cute little belly you have, I bet the boys would just love to play with it, don't you." taunted the woman as he nails softly scratched the sencitive skin of her prisoner stomanch.
"Noooooooooooo, please, hahahahahaha, hehehehehehehe, get off me, stop it, no more stop, stop, stop!" screamed the woman, her body writhering like an electrick charge was running through it, "Please, hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, stop, I can't stand it!"
Titania ran her long nails all over the prisoners mid-section. She loved how the little bit of soft skin on her tummy jiggled slightly, but not as much as her firm breasts. The interigator worked her finger all over the other womans volutous for, bringing squeals and please like she'd never heard before. Titania had never used tickling before, at least not as a form of torture, but she couldn't wait to test it's effects on some of the men in VonDoom dungeon. Titania cupped her big hands over Tamia's breasts and began to roll her thumbs over her hard, dark nipples. In the end this was just to much.
"A harlet... hehehehehehe, hahahahahaha, please stop, hehehehehehehe, a harlet wears red panties!" screamed Tamia,
"So if a harlet wears red panties, and you are wearing them then..." began Titania, only to be interupted.
"Yes, I am, please just stop, i can't breath please I'm a harlet, just stop!" screamed Tamia, and Titania smiled.
To Be Continued...
Part 2
Steph struggled valiant but vainly as she was pulled through the secret opening in King VonDoom's chaimber. The last thing she saw before the door slid shut were metal braces wrap around her client and friend's wrists. At one point the 5'2" beauty almost pulled free of her captor, only to be grabbed by a secound guard who had been sent to accompany him. A small capsule was opened near Steph's face, and a she accidently inhailed some of the fumes, causing her to pass out. The two men smiled wickedly at each other as her legs were lifted off the ground and she was carried down dimly lit passage.
Upon reaching their destination the agent was placed on a table, and a third man entered the room. Dressed in a long white lab coat he approached the table as the other two men backed away. His name was Dr. Malice, an inventor who worked for King VonDoom. His inventions were of little consequence, and were often perverce in nature, but he was the King's cousin, and he'd promissed his dying Aunt that he would looking out for his deviant kin. Smiling down on the busty littly woman, his thick framed glasses began to fog as he looked over her lucious form. With trembling hands he began to unbutton her clinging red blouse, and almost drewled on her as he pulled it back to reveal a black lace braw.
"O-oh my." said Malice, sounding like Floyd from "Andy of Mayberry", "Yes, yes, they are simply spectacular, 38-D's if I'm not mistaken."
"40-D's" growned Steph, half asleep.
"Oh, um, sorry." said the evil doctor as he quickly began straping her wrist to the table, "Um, uh, 40-D's you say?"
"Yes lover, you know they... hey, what the fuck is this?!" exclaimed Steph realizing her arms were being restrained, "Who the fuck are you? Let me up right now!"
"Guards, guards!" screamed the cowering man, even though the prisoner's wrist were bound, "Quickly knock her out again, tho' her straining is rather... erotic." he added, wiping the drewl from his mouth, "Oh yes, yes indeed it is."
Moments later an unconscious Tamia was carried into a cell, and layed out on a straw matress. Her blue dress had been removed, leaving her with only her red thong amd shear nylons on. Titania had worked her over therroly during the iterrogation in VonDoom's chaimber. The leather clad Amazone took hold of the chain that hung from the wall, and place the leather collar around the sleeping beauties neck. Throwing a blanket over the woman's shivering body she smiled, and walked out the door, slaming it hard on purpose.The loud bang echoed through the room and brought Tam out of her imposed sleep. The last thing she could remember was a rag being pressed against her face, and then the world going grey. Looking through groggy eyes she could see nothing but darkness, and felt leather around he neck.
"Oh no she didn't." said Tamia as she heard a chain rattle behind her, "Well don't it just figuer, that bitch." she cursed as she tested her restraints, "I'll bet she did it with a smile on her face too."
Getting to her feet Tamia felt the blanket fall off and realized she was lacking something, her dress. Reaching down the woman wrapped herslef up, and checked out her seroundings. She found it bizarre that her cell was so big that she couldn't see the wall on the other side. Taking a dozen steps forward she walked into something. With a grunt she began to feel the smooth surface of what ever was blocking her path. It was cold, and felt like plastic, but seemed far to refined to be plastic... plexyglass, but why would someone have plaxyglass in a dungon, she wondered.
The light in the singers cell seemed to dim, and shadows formed in front of her. Tamia's eye's widened and her jaw dropped as the images came in to view. Before her, strapped to an X-Frame, was her agent Steph. The skirt suit she had worn was gone, leaving her in just her undergarments (Black lace braw and pantties, thigh high stockings and a garter belt). Tam stepped back in disbelief, she felt her heart go into her throat at the sight of her friend in such a position. Then Dr. Malice stepped into view.
"Oh, oh um hello there." said the nerd in the lab coat, "I am, uh, Dr. Malice, and I am the king's cousin." he added, "I have been instructed to basicly torture your friend here until you agree to become a Latverian Citezen and renounce you ties to the US, isn't that just wonderful."
"What are you going to do to her?" demanded Tamia, as she looked at the lovely face of her unconcious friend, "What have you done to her already."
"Well, uh, nothing... ok I copped a feel, but who wouldn't. look at those things." said the vile little man, "Don't worry about her, she won't be put in any pain. I'm not a fan of pain, no Oragams involved there, but I would like to show you something."
Malice pulled out a small little box from his coat, and turned a knob on it. There came sound of gears grinding and something big began to lowere from the cealing on his side of the plexy glass. Looking up she could see it, and it was monsterouse. It had 8 long tenticle like armes, with various tools on the end of each. One had multipul electric tooth brush's, another had several feathers, another had a synthetic hand, and so on. The machien lowered until it was right infron of Steph's taned torso, then the lights on Tamia's side of the room rose, and she couldn't see her friend anymore.
Tamia had never felt more helpless in her life, even when she was trapped in that chair earlier. It was one thing to be tormented yourself, but to know that a friend was going to be forced to endure some devant torture was even worse. What was that thing going to do to Steph, Malice had claimed it wouldn't hurt her, but then what, maybe it was going to tickle Steph, like Titania had her. That didn't make Tam feel anybetter, she knew her agent and friend was very ticklish because when they got bored on tour they would get into tickle fights on the tour bus or in the hotel room. Nothing major, just to bring some fun to the inane life of the road. Either the singer or her agent would end up screaming for there lives, and that was under playful conditions, who knows what might happen now.
"Huh, mmmmm, uh, what's going on, where am I." Tamia could here as she backed from the darkness, "Who are you, what is that thing, let me go now!"
"I am Dr. Malice, and this is my Octavious 2000." said the inventore, "It is going to do some delisious things to you while I watch, oh yes, yes, it will be de-lish-ous."
"But whay, what do you want?" asked the woman.
"Oh, oh, nothing from you, it's all up to Tamia, she will determin your fate." he answered.
There was a long silence, as Tamia found herself sitting on the straw matress. Then a soft humming started and she knew it was the device starting up. A single tear rolled down the woman's round cheek, as she heard a sort sigh come from the void. It was starting, her friend would be tortured right before her, then again how could she be sure. Maybe Steph was in on this entire sceam to trade her for weapons and technology, Tam shook her head, no way, Steph would never sell her out. It could all be a lie, or even a very bad dream. The singer put her face in her hands and sighed as she heard the screaming begin.
"Ahhhh, what is that, hehehehhe, hahahahaha, no please that tickles!" screamed Steph, "Please, not that, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, get away from there, not please don't, AH-hahahaha, hehehehehe, giggle, snort, hehehehehe, stop it."
Tamia looked into the darkness on the other side of the plexyglass, she could just make out the silhouette of her friend's body wiggling the touchmachiens tendrills. Suddenly she felt something caress her right tit, and looked to see her own hand was touching it. Another out burst of giggles and pleas came from the shadows, and the singer could feel herslef becoming aroused. With every sheak her agent made her clit grew harder, and she felt the erge to go south getting stronger. What was wrong with her, how could she be getting turned on by this, there must have been some sort of gas being filtered into the room, or ulrasonic waves or something. What ever it was the sexual feelings were growing.
"Hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, no more, hehehehe, hahahaha, I'll pay you, giggle, hehehehehe, hahahaha, I have lots of money." offered Steph, "Hehehe, hey, what are you doing, hahahaha, hehehehehe, put that back in your pants... hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, that disgusting."
God, this was turning out to be such a turn on, Tamia could feel a beed of sweat run down from her forhead and drip off her nose. The need to touch herself grew more and more intence. Both her hands were now fondling her large breast, fingers gently tweaking at her hard dark nipples. Closing her eyes she cooed as Steph begged, and sighed as she pleaded. It was no use, she couldn't fight it anymore, weather it was some artifical means, or a sadistic side she never knew she had, Tam was hornier then a bitch in heat, and needed release.
"HELP, please help me, hahahahaha, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, get that out of there, oh please, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, no more hehehehehe!" screamed the helpless woman.
"No, get her good." sighed Tamia as she slipped her right hand into her red panties, "I love that laugh, it's so sexy."
"Oh, shit, what, oh, mmmmm, wait, thats not.... oh god." sighed Steph, "Mmmm, oh, thats so naughty, no wait hehehehehehe, don't that ticklish!"
Tamia tease her slit with the tip of her finger, while diddling her clit with her thumb. It felt so wrong to pleasure herself at such a time, but her need for release was burning. Juices flowed, and her upper thighs glissened with them. Soon her thong was drentched, and she was breathing heavy as her fingers brought her closer to hitting the mark.
"Hahahahaha, hehehehhe, stop it, I can't stan it!" screamed Steph, "Hahahahaha, mmmmm, oh yeah.... heheheheheh, no no not there, hahahahaha ow mmmm heheheheheh, no stop it, your driving me insane, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, no more!"
"That it, tickle that bitch, teae her, oh god, that so hot." sighed the singer, her rythem getting faster and faster, "God I wish I had a big fat..."
"Oh please please stop, hehehehehe, hahahahahaha, no... snort... get away, no more, I can't stand it.... heheheheheh, hahahahahahaha!"
"The nipples, tickle her nipples!" screamed Tamia, with out thinking, "And her inner thighs too."
"Ah, no, who said that, hahahahahahahaha, stop it, heheheheheheheheheheh, help somebody!"
"Oh yes, that it, tickle her, make her beg, make her cum, I am so close." groaned Tamia, laying back and finger with great vigour, "Oh yes, oh god yes!"
"No, god no, please don't tickle me anymore!" screamed Steph, "What, oh no, not the feet... PLEASE NOT THE FEET!" she bellowed "Hahahahahahah, hehehehehehe, oh no stop please stop, hahahahha, hehehehehehe STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
"OH GOD YES!" screamed Tamia before collapsing in a sweaty heap.
To Be Continued...
Part 3
Tamia slept peacefully as two men in Latverian uniforms entered her cell. The two men placed a stretcher next to the ebony beauty, and carfully lifted her glistening form onto it. Each man took hold of the handles on ether side, and lifted their charge of the ground. Soft sighs came from the beautiful woman as she slept, her little adventure with Dr. Malice had left her quite tired, she had never cum so hard in her life, but hearing her frinds sentual giggles as she was torured by the Octavious 2000 was just to arousing for her.
Exiting the room into the cooler hallway Tam felt the chill even in her sleep, she rolled her 5'2" fram into a ball, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. The men entered another room, and carfully place their charge onto an examining table. With steady hand the prisoners thong panties were removed, leaving her body compleatly nude. The woman's wrist and ankles were bound with padded leather restraints, as were her ankled. Then came a soft creaking sound, as the young lovely was housted into the air. The pulling of her limbs, however gentle, was enough to pull Tamia from her restful slumbe. Eye's flutterung open she looked around, and began to recall what had happened previously.
"Oh no, not again." sighed Tamia as her sences returned, "Come on, enough is enough, I don't want to be Latverian, I like being an American, just let me go."
The two men said nothing, but proceeded to stirp out of their uniforms, down to their light blue boxer briefs. Tamia's eyes lit up at the sight of the men's firm conditioned bodies, at least VonDoom kept his sodgiers in shape. Then she watched as one of the men opened a drawer in the side of the examining table, and handed his partner a small brush. Taking one for himself, the pair aprotched the spread-eagle woman, and smiled wickedly as the grew near.
"Oh no, oh hell no!." exclaimed Tam, as she tried to pull out of her bonds, "Get away from me, no, don't, I'm seriouse, go away, shu, shu."
For all her posturing Tamia knew she could do nothing to excape what was about to happen. Dipping their brushes in a bucket of warm soapy watter the two soldier proceeded to scrub at her helpless body. The American couldn't believe how soft the brushes felt against her skin, but she should have expected it considering Latveria's chosen method of torture. Having climaxed a short time ago, Tamia's curvasious form was even more sensitive the usual, it felt 10 time more intence as the brushes gently scrubbed away her self controle, causing her lusious mouth to part into a bright beautiful smile.
"Ack, stop it!" squealed Tam as she felt one brush against her neck, "Please don't... giggle... I have had enough... giggle... of this torture."
The two men smiled at the woman's sexy squirming, and continued to wash her with the small brushes. The secound brush begn to scrub at Tamia's sides, causing her to wriggle back and forth. The helpless woman's eye's opened wide as the britles ravaged her soft skin. Laughter erupted from her as one brush began to stroke her left armpit, and two more began scrubbng her belly. Suprised Tam looked down to see 2 more guards had joined in, and judging from the sounds behind her, more were entering the room.
"Hahahahahaha, hehehehehe, this isn't fair, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, it's bad e-e-enough that I'm tied up, but... snort... there 6 of you now... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, please stop it... snort... no more!"
The men laughed in unison, and soon Tamia could feel brushes scrubbing her all over. They stoked her neck, armpits, belly and feet, and yet more of VonDoom's men entered the room, each with a brush in his hands. The feeling of absolute helplessness greww with the touch of each brush on her tender body. The sounds of the Latverian National Athem began to ring out, as the brushe's felt like they were on every inch of her. The bound beauty laughed, and screamed, she pleaded for mercy, begged for help, but no one would come to her aid. Terrified Tam began to think she migh actually die laughing, as fingers began stroking her firm round ass, and one finger slipped into her belly button.
"Ah-hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehe, don't touch me... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hey no tongues... hehehehehe, hahahahahah, hehehehe, hehehehe, help me somebody...." bellowed Tamia, then she heard a soft
buzzing sound, and felt something press against her clit, "Oh, oh.... mmmm, oh wait, not that.... ooooh, mmmmm, no please it to... ow, ow god.... it's humilaiting, uh, oh, ohn please, mmmmm, no, not their, not that.... oh god, oh god yes, oh, oh I'm going to cum, please don't make me.... OH SHIT, MOTHER FUCKER, YES, YES, OH YES!"
To Be continued....
Part 4
Tamia was still laughing, and begging for mercy when there came a buzzing over the intercome. VonDoom's sodiers had been have a great old time tickling her with brushes and making her cum over and over again with a vibrator. Licked, stroked, sucked, nibbled, everything they could think of the men had done to her helpless body, leaving her exhausted, humiliated, (to her suprise) wanting more. After 2 years as a planum, and double platnum recording artist Tam hasd suddenly been put on a pedistal by many of the people around her (except for Steph who would never put up with any Divatude from anyone, not even Barbra). It had be exilerating to have somebody (or even bodies) take charge of her, and have their way for a chainge. Everytime she begged for mercy a part of her deep in the darkest places she'd never tell anyone about, she was begging for more. It was insane, and she knew it, but it was true.
"Attention men, playtime is over. Return to yoududties." said the empowered voice of VonDoom, "Titania please bring out guest to my dining chaimbers for urther interogation."
"Yes my king." replied the leather glad Amazone as she free Tamia from her bonds, "It is nice to see you again Tamia" said the interogator with a grin, "Have you been enjoying you time in Latveria?"
"Fuck you, you bitch." wispered Tam exhausted.
Tamia was carried naked, through the castle, she was pretty sure the muscle bound beauty was deliberitly taking the long way around the castle to the king's dinning area. Unfortunetly the singer was far to tired to ressist, and even if she wasn't, this Amazon had at least 100 lbs on her, all of it muscle. All Tam could do was lay hudled in the other woman's thick arms and endure the stares and giggles of passer buys, sevents and guest that were in the castle. After what seemed like hours of traveling almost every corner of the castle, Tamia was brought to a room where the king was seated at a table for two. A beautiful meal had be set on either end of the table. The naked woman licked her lips, she was famished from enduring her torment at the hands of his sodiers, and could use a meal.
"You are welcome join me of course." said the king, "As soon as you renounce your American citizenship, and become my queen."
"NO!" bellowed Tamia, "I will never ronounce my country you big, I don't care how good looking you are." she added, "Where is my friend anyways?"
"Why my cousin, Dr. Malice, Like her so much I told him he could keep her." replied VonDoom with a smile, "I'm sure he is haveing a wonderful time sowing her is new gadgets."
"You son of a..."
"Enough of this, tie her to the pillers, and have at it Titania." ordered the king.
"Oh god, not this again." screamed Tamia, "Please, I don't think I could stand it again, it'll kill me I swear!"
"That is up to you." said the king claping his hands, "Become my queen and the suffering of you and your friend will end, bu this time there will be no end untill you do so."
The door to the dining chaimber opened and two women entered the room. They were servant girls by the looks of things, Latverian like their king. Tamia was bound spread-eagle between to marble pillaers as the two women were instructed on their tasks. Removing elbow length gloves, they revealed very long nails on each finger. Tam closed her eye's as the duo closed in on her, and could hear scrapping as VonDoom cut in to the meat on his table. The singer's chest raised an lowered as the red nails were slowly dragged across her dark skin. The woman's breath shuttered, and a tear ran down her cheek. A giggle escapped her, and the torment began once more.
"Please, don't do this again." squealed Tamia, "I-I-I ca-can't stand it, giggle, please, please don't, not a-a-again hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe, Titania, please don't... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehehe."
Titania of course just licked her lips, and smiled a big as the moon. Being tortured by her alone had been bad enough, but with the two servents aiding her it was maddening. They used there fingers with nearly equil skill as the lead tormentor did, gently scratching at her belly and sides, while Titania stroked the hallows of her armpits. Tamia looked ahaead and could see the king eating his food, and enjoying the sight for his intended bride being tortured, it was like enterainment to him. Tam began to think that he was secretly hoping that she would never serender to his demands, so he could go on torturing her and steph for as long as he wants. Poor Steph, at the mercy of that sick freak Malice. The singer heart sank with dispear as finger worked her over unsypatheticly.
"Oh god... hahahahaha, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, not their!" pleaded Tam as a finger circled her navel, "Oh god, stop it, please hehehehehe, hahahahaha, No more, stop it, hehehehehhehe, hahahahahahaha, this is sick, it wrong, stop please!" she screamed.
"I told you Tamia, you are the one prolonging this." said the king as he finished his soup, and moved on to the next course of the meal, "Not that I haven't enjoyed watching you beautiful body squirming, or the erotic sound of you pleas, but it is time for you to simple except you are fated to be my queen."
Tamia's gigles turned into a high pitch squeal as she felt finger gently tweak her hard dark nipples. Titania went back and forth between them and her armpits, while the other two women worked their way lowere on her body. The two servents began to scratch at Tam's inner thighs, making her yelp, and giggle some more, Then came the squeazing of her cute knees, and then the ultimate, as she felt her ankles being untied.
"Oh no, no,no no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,no!" exclaimed Tamia as her legs were lifted in to the air, "NO, I MEAN IT, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY FEET!"
The two Latverian women giggled, and each ran a long nail down the center of Tam's foot. The ebony beauties legs spazamed, but the two women held on tightly. Again and again the finger nails slowly stroked the length of her pretty souls. Tamia curesed her vanity for haveing gotten pettacures every week sence her first #1 hit. How was she to know pampering her self a little would come back to bight her on the to. Soon the singer was wriggling helplessly as the women ruthlessly wraked all 4 fingers over her helpless arches. Looking ahead she could see VonDoom was now nearly finnished the main course of his dinner, and she was begining to think, or hope, she would be disert.
"Please, this is to much... hahahahahaha, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha... Titania please, stop it, hehehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehe, please somebody help me, please!" screamed Tam as the king go up from the table and moved towards her, "Oh god no, hehehehehe, hahahahahahaha, get away from me you mastard... snort... koff, koff, hehehehehe, hahahahaha, hehehehe, don't touch me."
But the king did touch her, Firmly he grabbed her large breast, and with a smile rolled his tongue over he nipples. Tamia found herself cooing and giggling, caught between the extasies of his tongue, and the aganies of their tickling. The conflictin sensation made it even more torturous, but at the same time exileraiting, as she felt herself let go with uncontrolled screams and please. The singer was both loving and hating everthing that was being done to her, as the foursome mercelessly worked her over, VonDoom's attention soon brought him further south with every kiss, causing Tam clit to swell, and her labia to grow wet with antisapation.
"Oh god, that so... hehehehehe, hahahahaha, stop it, oh mmmmmmm ph yes I, hehehehehe hahhahahahah... cut that out... oh yes, oh lick it.... snort snort... damn it stop it!" screamed Tamia with conflicting coments.
"Enough of his fullishness woman." ordered VonDoom as he stepped back and dropped his pants, "Behold my royal penis." all four women stood wide eyed, and amazed. It must have been atleast 10" long, and with some wicked girth too it.
"Damn!" exclaimed both Tamia and Titania.
"What say you now American or Latvarian?" asked the king.
"We have a saying in the US your majisty, never buy a car before you test drive it." replied Tamia.
"Very well." said the king grabbing Tamia's thighs, "As the saying goes, the first one is free but..."
Just as the tip of the swollen organ was about to touch the woman's wet labia, Tamia felt a pair of hand shake her violently. Opening her eyes' Tam sat up and looked around. She wasn't in a castle, or in another country. Standing beside her was her friend Steph, and she remembered where she was. In a hotel in California late for the tickle gather she had been so looking forward to. Oh well, she thought, I should have known it would be to good to be true. Still she would have liked to have finnished that little adventure, but there's always another dream.
The End.