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The Price of Luxury 2. (part five)

TickleMantis

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Part Five:

If the thrashing red head hadn't of been so incredibly ticklish the act of two handsome young men licking her naked body would be a pleasant one indeed. Unfortunately this had never been the case, and worse still the intent of Juan and Phillipe was far from pleasure for the older woman, they were out to tickle and tickle good. Achieving their goal in spades the two tongues individually cleaned every inch of the howling goddesses upper body as they slid along her tummy, in between her soft ribs, into her vulnerable navel, under her jiggling boobs, along the soft cushy sides, across her collar bone and ending with a nipple each.

Their lips wrapped around Beverly's hyper touchy areola, the two young men held a nipple each and darted their tongues with lizard like speed across the stiffened nubbins. Knowing what to expect by now the hysterical red head fought hard to keep back the moans of pleasure that were hoarsely tearing through. Backfiring tremendously the fight to hold back only increased the intensity of her pleasure and the tormented worryingly excited woman dreaded and welcomed the eruption that was sure to occur this time.

Or not.

Sitting up the two boys knew the counter had reached it's last seconds. Bev only needed one more lick to push her into pleasureville. Alas, it was not to be as rather than the tonguing she hoped for her prayers were only answered with a sudden onslaught of vicious rib tickles. Sending her moans away Mrs. Deveno was once against reduced to a giggling school girl as she rolled about in a futile attempt to resist the twenty fingers which wiggled over her voluptuous torso.

Guffawing helplessly Beverly sucked in air with shock when she felt the soft pressure of Phillipe's mouth over her lime flavored mound. Juan wasted no time quickly stripping the suddenly aroused woman of her pleasure as he ended the mere seconds long interval he'd allowed her between rib tickles. All ten of the young bell boy's fingers slid firmly in between the red head's ribs, pressing the soft sensitive areas in and out. Lower down Phillipe ravenously munched Bev's tormented pussy, cleaning the limey green and getting exquisite love juice as reward.

A vicious combination of relentless rib tickling and well practiced cunnilingus served to drive the bound older woman utterly mad. The pleasure below was intense but the work being done by Phillipe's expert tongue was constantly disrupted by Juan's unhelpful fingers which were busy poking, prodding and squeezing causing Beverly's rib cage to turn a light shade of pink. Thrashing about did little good to quell back the river of tears that flowed down her strained bright red cheeks.

"Much better." Phillipe said sitting up, kneeling between the exhausted red head's long smooth legs. "You look a lot nicer without all that sticky juice all over you."

If by 'nicer' Phillipe meant a complete mess then he was certainly on the money. As it was the two young men quite enjoyed the sight of the bound, sweaty woman with tear blurred eyes and tickled pink ribs. Bev's long red hair splayed in every which direction, pasted to her frazzled face as she lay gasping for air and the constantly denied sexual release she longed for. The perfect state, as it were, to reposition the defenseless woman. With little effort Juan and Phillipe barely fought the weak tugs of resistance Mrs. Deveno put up as they untied her hands, stretched them high above her head and retied them with the silk scarves to the corners of the large wooden table.

"Mehneh…plsse…mee" Bev sobbed unable to form real words while trying to use her last ounces of strength to look directly into the suit case's computer camera.

"Hold her head." Phillipe said completely ignoring Beverly's feeble attempts at whatever it was she might be trying.

Juan lifted Beverly's head and with a gentle slide Phillipe removed the large cushion from underneath, replacing it with Juan's shirt which he had removed previously. With Mrs. Deveno's easily manageable head resting on the t-shirt the two young men lifted her mid section and slid the large cushion underneath the small of Bev's back. The silk scarves holding the red head's limbs at each corner of the table held her nude body stretched and with the cushion now directly beneath her, her body was tight and taut, Beverly's soft ribs protruding from the arch they had made.

"Juan…" Phillipe began as he slid an index finger down the length of Bev's near immoveable tight tummy before picking up the near disappeared lime ice block from the table top between the woman's knees. "…why don't you suit yourself up from the case there?"

Welcoming the invitation excitedly Juan quickly maneuvered his way to the couch where sat the two cases. Clearly in admiration of the contents Juan spent a moment glazing his eyes over the doubtlessly terrible things that resided with the turned case. With a complete sense of disbelief Beverly's jaw dropped and she quickly blinked tears from her eyes when Juan brought his hands from behind the case's lid and revealed a pair of tools far worse than any frozen confectionary.

As if they were made to fit Juan held his hands up high and grinned at the new toys, jet black leather gloves, each with a long white feather protruding from the tip of it's fingers. Pinching each silver handle Juan easily sealed the tiny zips that tightened the shallow sleeves around his wrists. His grin growing larger by the second the young man mercilessly wiggled the ten long feathered fingers toward the rapidly breathing Mrs. Deveno.

"N-n-n-no…" Bev stuttered and squeaked as she looked over her large wobbly breasts which sat slightly above the height of her head.

"Y-y-y-yes!" Juan mocked descending the feathers down onto Beverly's taut tummy and dancing their thousands of fronds about the silky smooth surface.

"Eeeeiiaahahee!" Thrashing her head from side to side Beverly caused surprise in all three participants with her seemingly endless supply of energy as hoards of girlish giggles suddenly escaped her full red lips.

Sucking away the last remnants of his lime flavored lollypop Phillipe watched proudly as his protégé took to tickling the completely vulnerable woman. Only small movements could be made, Bev's hands and feet squirmed in all directions, her cute toes spreading and making little fists, her hands reaching for things that weren't there. Mrs. Deveno's breasts wobbled from the amount of wild frantic rolling her head was doing but the rest of her stretched nude body could only wiggle slightly as the ten feathers danced all over.

Ten long white feathers each with thousands of tiny tickly limbs of their own stroked and caressed every inch of Beverly's unprotected torso. Across her sides, over her tummy, over her cushy milky white breasts, around and under, long minutes spent simply skating around the strained frictionless underarms. All the while Mrs. Deveno was haphazardly thrown between high pitched school girl giggles and roaring banshee like laughter. Worse still was the odd moments where the terrible fronds would play delicately with those horridly sensitive and rock hard nipples eliciting brief moans of beastly pleasure.

Not one to be left out for long Phillipe decided he'd been patient enough and soon donned his own pair of black leather feather tipped gloves. Although Beverly could not see the foot end of the table over her own arched torso this proved fortuitous as had she been able to witness the sight of Phillipe standing before her soles with those feathery gloves it's entirely possible the poor woman would have exploded from dread. Mrs. Deveno had got twenty years without anyone other than herself ever touching her feet, masseurs and masseuses alike were restricted to the upper body. Bev's husband Harry had been threatened with divorce from the night of their honey moon should he ever get the notion to touch her most sensitive of all spots.

No sound came when it happened. Beverly simply fell dead silent, not even a hoarse whispered plea or tormented squeak. When those ten long feathers ran over her heels, over the insteps and wafer thin skin on her arches then raked between her cute panicking toes Beverly Deveno simply froze. The red head's entire nude frame tightened, the silk bounds being put to the test. They held and it was a second before a scream ripped from within Bev that sent a shiver up the spines of her captors. None the less, after the initial surprise was over both Juan and Phillipe resumed feathering all the ticklish naked skin Mrs. Deveno had to offer.

Her mind only managing to draw half thoughts that were all corrupted by tickling interruptions Beverly's body had taken over in earnest. Standing ready to poke an eye out Beverly's feather teased nipples were harder than diamonds and her mound was fit to burst from the royal throbbing. Never in her life had the billionaires well respected, all be it secretly promiscuous wife received such a traumatic assault on her person. Had Beverly of been able to imagine such a scenario by all her logic the end result would have been her death, a release she would have longed for to escape the torture had there not been a release of another and much more rewarding kind in such close reach.

"Don't worry Bev." Phillipe said removing his gloves as Juan did the same, the young former masseurs words falling on deaf ears. "We've only got one more toy to show you..."

"You need a hand?" Juan asked as he threw is gloves down onto the couch next to Phillipe's.

"I'll be fine…keep her company for a moment." Phillipe replied as he left the room and wiped sweat from his brow.

Wiping sweat from his own forehead Juan kneeled down next to the table and the nude red head who sobbed and quivered a top it. Pulling his t-shirt out a little from under Beverly's resting head the young man used the sleeve to lightly dab away tears and beads of sweat that peppered her face. Tucking the shirt back under softly, Juan stroked the long red hair that was matted to Mrs. Deveno's devastated face off to the sides. One could almost have mistook his actions for caring had they just walked in, but his lack of response to Bev's weakly confused mumblings proved he still lacked any principal that told him he was wrong.

"ee…everyone's t-tickling mehee…" Bev cried in a barely audible whisper. "…like I…some pl-play thing…"

Unaware of what was going on around her Bev took no notice of Phillipe's return, this time carrying a microwave sized brown cardboard box. Placing the box on the couch the dark haired stallioneqsue sadist reached in and removed two rather peculiar looking items. They were wheels essentially, thin circles mounted between two triangles, the tops of the triangles holding the centre of the wheel, evidently as it span the wheel went between the triangles which acted as it's stand. Each wheel was roughly the size of a CD, a small wire sticking out the side of each one and connecting to a battery that was crudely attached to one of the triangular feet. The purpose of the bizarre looking devices was blindingly clear upon inspection of the outer rim of each wheel, attached all around in much the same fashion as the leather gloves where fluffy white feathers.

"Home made." Phillipe said proudly as he stood on the opposite side of the table to Juan and handed one across to his friend. "What do you think?"

"…nice." Juan replied after a brief inspection of the object. "…do they work?"

"Funny you should ask." Phillipe said kneeling down on the ground and bringing himself to the same level and Juan. "I was renting a room from a woman recently who wouldn't cease demanding to know what these were for…she made for a very good test subject, and as it was I managed to kill two birds with one stone…after a few of these on her for an hour or so the landlady's inquisitive nature had been pretty much wiped out completely."

It was the word 'few' that reassembled Beverly's mind. How many was a 'few' she wondered suddenly and for the first time in quite a while managed to fully comprehend her situation again. The two young men laughed and Bev gulped heavily when they each placed the wheels right in front of her smooth taut underarms. Wide eyed she tossed her head from side to side in time to see each of her tormentors plug the tiny wires into their respective batteries. They wasted no time speeding up as the two feather clad wheels instantly began a steady spin before Juan and Phillipe pushed them into position. Before she could utter yet another fruitless plea for mercy the electronically powered stroking fronds ran down Mrs. Deveno's ticklish underarms and snapped her mind in two all over again.

"AAAHahahaeeee!" Beverly screamed and strained her triceps and clenched her fists but those damn silk ties would not let up as the feathers whisked with a mindless caress over her hairless pits.

Standing up Juan and Phillipe looked down at the crying woman who's renewed tears streamed from her hard clenched eyes. Opening her eyes wide as saucers Beverly craned her neck up hard and watched as the two young men seemed to wander toward the kitchen, leaving her alone with the purpose built tickling machines. Unable to keep her head that high longer than a second the red head dropped back onto the t-shirt once again below the level of her quivering breasts. Howling with frightened laughter at the thought they could very well just abandon her, a welcome idea under any other circumstances, Bev wailed at the notion of the life of those batteries determining her only chance at freedom.

Fortunately after what could have been anywhere from five to fifteen minutes Juan and Phillipe returned, the small whirring sounds of the wheels ceasing as they were carefully placed back in the cardboard box. Unfortunately by the time Bev had blinked her eyes free of hysterically produced tears she looked upon the two young men with surprised fear and a small tinge of hope that she tried hard to ignore. In full glory Juan and Phillipe were both totally nude, their well toned figures testament to their chiseled good looks. Tanned seemingly everywhere their individual manhood's were undoubtedly impressive, both standing to full attention for the sweating nude wreck of a woman before them.

"You've done so well Bev." Phillipe said as he straddled the tied red head's thighs, his hard shaft aiming only inches from her soaking quivering womanhood.

"We really must thank you." Juan said as he swung his leg over and straddled Beverly's collarbone, facing Phillipe and giving the increasingly aroused woman a fantastic view of the bell boy's tight butt.

"Even if Harry doesn't pay…" Phillipe said sliding his hands up Beverly's stretched sides before sliding himself inside her. "-Unf…we'll still have this…"

"Ahh!" Bev's jaw shook as Juan took the sides of her large breasts in his hands and pressed the two fleshy mounds together before sliding his own manhood in between the soft crevice. "Oh..oooaaaa"

It began slow and Bev rolled her eyes back as the two young studs worked their hips back and forth a top her nude frame. A large toothy grin of satisfaction spread across Beverly's lips as she tilted her head backward and moaned feeling Phillipe's large manhood inside her. The boys were enjoying themselves too, and as they're own arousal's grew so did their speed and with their speed came movement of their fingers. At first a small stifled giggle was let forth, surely an unintentional accident, but the side squeezings from Phillipe and boob pokings from Juan began to increase their frequency. Realizing her predicament the super horny red head fought to focus on the pleasure and not the tickles, but the laughter was growing bigger and proving a more than worthy opponent for Mrs. Deveno's attentions.

Thumping back and forth at full heavy breathed speed Phillipe was sweating as he pile drove Beverly's womanhood and viciously lobster clawed her soft sides. Up top Juan was digging his fingers in with rapid succession, gripping Bev's huge milky melons and sliding his well endowed self between the sweat soaked mounds. Utterly taken Beverly moaned with hysteric hoarse laughter as she pushed back what little she could. Now fully aware of the ticking onslaught the screaming woman couldn't help but be tickled by the two large cocks riding her nude body, even having Phillipe inside her was driving her insane with tickishness.

Arching his head backwards with a series of loud primal grunts Juan was the first to finish, exploding himself in between the breast canyon with a succession of heart pounding pulses. Holding Beverly's breasts wrapped around his manhood Juan breathed heavily as he came hard and breathed a huge sigh of victories relief. Following close behind Phillipe let loose, laying his palms flat on the table top either side of the nude woman he thrust forward with each mound flooding throb and grit his teeth hard with a pained expression of gratification.

Putting both men to shame Bev's mouth formed a wide O as from between her legs flushed a torrent of liquid bliss that utterly soaked the lower table and spilled onto the carpet. Wildly screaming with long awaited spasms of satisfaction every muscle in her body flexed and her womanhood took a deaths grip on Phillipe's manhood which sent the young man into another fit of gusto fueled joy. Breathing heavily as her woman hood trembled with ecstasy the drenched red head curled her cute toes and writhed among the tingling warmth that spread from her centre all over her Amazonian nude body.

Quite some time passed, Beverly's mind at last broken by the unprecedented bliss that washed over her again and again. Coming down at last, all be it a slow and highly pleasant journey, the utterly pleased woman opened her eyes as if waking from a deep sleep. The two young men were both fully clothed and it appeared they'd both either been in the pool or showered, they'd both combed their hair and didn’t look as if they'd just finished a three way.

"Good girl." Phillipe said closing the case with all the tools they'd been cruel enough to use on her.

"You really have been a good sport." Juan added as he closed the computer case and handed it to Phillipe.

"…n-now-" Beverly began to speak in her hoarse tone before Juan pressed his index fingers gently over her voluptuous lips.

"Bev…as always, it's been eventful." Phillipe said with a case in each hand as he leaned forward and kissed the confused Mrs. Deveno on the forhead. "I'll see you in the car."

"Whu-" She tried to speak again as Phillipe walked toward the hall and out of sight before she was hushed once again by Juan.

"Now now." Juan said reaching into his pocket and pulling out two thin lengths of coal black silk. "Don't spoil it by talking."

"No! No pl-hhh—please!" Bev cried and took deep worried breaths while as Juan held one of the silk lengths between his hands and brought it toward her full red lips. "N-NhhhMmm! MmmmMHH!"

Holding her tight Juan pressed the silk between the struggling red head's lips and tied it firmly around her head in a make shift gag. Unable to speak with the obstruction tightly in place the frenzied woman's words only came out as impossible to understand noises. The noises got even louder and harder to understand when Juan began reaching into the cardboard box and revealing the 'few' spinning feather wheels that were kept inside. Utterly beside herself with panic and horror stricken confusion Bev looked on helplessly while the young man systematically placed a wheel under each arm, one pointed at the side of each jiggling breast, another two down each side to cover the ribs and tummy and perhaps most worrying of all a single wheel sitting directly in contact with Beverly's super tender post orgasmic mound.

Adding father insult to injury Juan even went so far as push the couch forward so it met the foot of the table and place two wheels on the couch cushions, one for each bare panicked sole that had previously hung freely over the edge of the table. Screaming bloody murder Bev's heart near burst from her mouth when the coldly calculating young man used a small white piece of string on each foot to tie her wiggling feet, wrapping the string around her ankles and big toes. With her bare soles stretched before the spinning feathers the hyper panicked red head began to literally shake with fear, especially when Juan used his other piece of black silk to wrap around Mrs. Deveno's eyes rendering her completely sightless.

With a sickening whirr Beverly Deveno froze and tried to fight the tiny giggles that the feathers under her right arm were forcibly producing. Giggles and muffled pleas began hurriedly when the taught left under arm became victim to the same tickly sensations. By the time Juan had worked his way down the next six the only sounds to be heard were high pitched muffled screaming laughter as the feathers ran with an efficient evil over the trapped woman's bare torso. Leaving the worst until last Juan made sure to put both of the foot wheels on at the exact same time, the feathers stroking quickly down the bound red head's silky soles.

Grabbing the empty cardboard box Juan took one last look of admiration at the bound sweaty sex juice soaked woman. He could never imagine what it must have been like for her. Nor did he care. Juan walked casually down the hallway and locked the door as he left.


EPILOGUE:


Half a world away Harry Deveno turned from his computer screen. In his large office at the top of one of his skyscrapers the billionaire stood up and wandered toward the large window that made the back wall behind his large oak desk. Looking out across the city which he'd build a good deal of the well groomed king of construction turned to his personal assistant, a slim blonde man with sensible glasses and raised an eye brow.

"You object?" Harry asked with genuine curiosity.

"That you paid them?" The slim man asked rhetorically. "…not at all. I dare say you've some remedy to the situation."

"Ten million dollars." Harry said with a growing smile. "Picture this if you will…for DVD or download…fifty dollars…real footage of non consensual tickle torture…what do you say?"

"I say the lawyers can handle it." The slim assistant replied with a smile that grew as quickly as Harry's. "…And we'll make the money back in no time."



THE END.​

For anyone wanting to see even MORE of Bev being put through the tickle ringer check out Lou Panthers comic "Carolines in Trouble Again" in which Bev makes her debut comic appearence! On sale here:

http://www.images4sale.com/11124

As always all comments are appreciated. :D

 
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Oh, She So Deserves Their Comeuppance!

Manty, if POS 1 made me feel more than a little sympathy for the rich and haughty Bev, then this cunning five-part sequel made her seem practically like a mirthful martyr.<br>
You're a perfect fiend for allowing Juan and Philippe to wring every last giggle from her so. The fact that I hung on every seductive syllable doesn't undermine my sympathy.<br>
If Bev can escape their feather trap with her mind intact, I think she should divorce her heartless hubby and give those kitchey-coo kidnappers as good as she got. (Boy, are THEY in trouble!)
 
Thanks Lawrence! Glad you liked it.

Yes, poor Bev just can't catch a break. I like to think someone eventually turned up and freed her...although, if you walked into your villa and found a naked red head tied to the coffee table with feather machines driving her crazy, would you let her go? :firedevil
 
I'm NOT a barbarian!

"...a naked red head tied to the coffee table with feather machines driving her crazy."<p>
At MY villa, we'd have the common decency to see if she needed a drink of water and a fresh pillow--and to make sure that fresh batteries were handy and in generous supply. ;)
 
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