The Price of Luxury 2. (part four)

Part Four:

"You see what you're making us do Harry?" Phillipe spoke into the camera as he sat on the couch with Beverly's stockinged feet sitting upturned in the crook of his arm, facing the computer. "None of this would be necessary if you'd just pay up…"

Forced to lay face down on the couch once again Bev could feel Juan's large hands pressing her shoulders into the cushions. The young dark haired stud was simply leaning over the arm of the chair, pressing her down firmly. Up the other end of the couch, on a slight angle, Phillipe sat with the poor woman's delicate soles facing toward the ceiling in their nylon prison. The computer, and thus the view of the increasingly annoyed Harry Deveno, sat on the corner of the heavy wooden coffee table ready to capture every moment.

"Hhh…hhhg…g-g-hhh" Beverly struggled a little, as best she could, as heaving breathing took over her cute little toes spread with horrid anticipation beneath the thin nylon cover, she'd had nightmares about this moment and the reality was far worse than anything in her dreams, Phillipe was back and actually going to touch her feet, it wasn't happening, it couldn't be…

His free hand positioned only a few inches from the two frightened feet Phillipe too was feeling a great sense of anticipation. He too had dreamed of this moment, to be able to touch this goddess' soles once more. It had been twenty years since Mr. Deveno had been near his wife's silky sensitive soles, Juan had never gotten the chance. Only Phillipe and Beverly herself knew how truly maddening it was to be touched there. Phillipe wiggled his five fingers and slowly lowered his hand.

"Ohh Mrs. Devenooo." Phillipe rolled his eyes back a little as he felt the expensive nylon on his finger tips and was rewarded with a banshee's wail.

Shuddering Bev wiggled her feet and tried to hide one with the other but her mind was soon lost to the torturous sensations running rampant about her wrinkly soles. With barely any pressure at all Phillipe's five dancing digits glided down her arches, across the instep, around the heel and flittered playfully along the balls of her feet. Shaking her head from side to side the howling woman even tried burying her face into the couch cushion, nothing lessened the torment. Such small movements caused such an insane reaction, the feel of that thin nylon between her skin and his was maddening enough in itself.

Juan stood in a state of amazement. He thought he'd seen ticklish before, but this was crazy. Never in his life had he see a woman react so extremely to the act of being tickled, let alone to a little light touch. Her face was bright red, her eyes filled with tears as they switched randomly between tightly closed and wide as dinner plates, all the while a look of terror stricken mirth was constant on Mrs. Deveno's hysterical face.

With no clock visible Juan was unable to measure the amount of time that had gone by. The excitement of watching this poor woman be destroyed by what most would consider a playful act was also clouding his estimation of time but it wasn't long before the young man's attention had shifted. As much sadistic fun as it was to focus on Beverly's tormented expression the almost hypnotic allure of the voluptuous woman's bouncing peach like butt couldn't escape Juan's lustful gaze. Those two tight sweaty cheeks vibrating up and down with that sexy pink thong outlining their every movement, the bulge in the young man's boxer shorts was at full pique.

"Come now Harry…" Phillipe said as he finally relented, the bulge in his own pants not at all unnoticeable. "Can you really put your dear wife through such horror?"

"Pl…pl…n-no…AAAHHAHAHA!" Beverly struggled to form words as she gasped for air before those merciless fingers once again scrambled over her soft heels evoking a hoarse wail from between her big red lips.

Near nude Beverly's soft creamy skin was gleaming with a thin cover of exhaustive sweat. Sweat wasn't the only fluid moistening the super rich red head as the front of her thong was dampening quickly as well. Slightly higher Bev's large soft breasts ballooned out to the side of her pressed down torso but between her boobs and the couch cushion were two very stiff, very hot nipples that were begging for some attention. Curiously it appeared Phillipe was reading Mrs. Deveno's body like a book, either that, or he was the devil incarnate.

"Sit her up." Phillipe ordered as he stood up and stretched as if having just done a hard days work. "Face her toward the camera, hold her arms, wait here."

Walking out of the room and leaving them alone once again Juan immediately followed orders. Grabbing Bev's arms he rolled her over and sat the panting woman up with her back against the arm of the couch. It was almost like moving dead weight, her head hung loosely with that long red hair plastered to her forehead, tears dripping from her chin onto her nylon clad thighs. Twisting at the waist Beverly's legs hung from the chair and her soles sat comfortably on the thick carpet, a welcome sensation after the previous assault.

"…I'll- I'll do…hhh-hhh…anything you want…" Mrs. Deveno whispered breathlessly to Juan as she hung her head with humiliation while the young man held her arms firmly.

"I'm sure you would." Phillipe said as he walked back into the room far sooner than Beverly had expected. "But we're not here for blow jobs and titty fucks."

Looking up Beverly and Juan followed Phillipe as he held yet another black brief case. Placing it next to the other one the matter of fact former masseur opened the new case in the opposite direction to the computer case, it's lid hiding the contents. Barely taking a moment to examine the inside Phillipe reached in as if knowing exactly what it was he needed and caused Juan to throb and Bev to gulp when he revealed two long, stiff, white feathers.

"When I say 'now'…" Phillipe began as he wandered toward the weakly squirming woman and his partner in crime. "…I want you to tickle her ribs and belly."

"Phillipe!...I swear! Anything! Whatever you want, just name it!" The poor woman hunched forward in an impossible attempt to make herself smaller as the seemingly deaf feather wielding man dropped the feathers on the table and pulled her legs onto the couch, stretching them out in front of her.

"Okay Bev…" Phillipe said with no clear intention of taking her offer seriously as her kneeled over the red head's long legs, straddling her thighs. "I want you…to say you love being tickled."

"…But…wait…wait!" Beverly yelled desperately as Phillipe leant to his side slightly and retrieved the two feathers, one in each hand. "Okay! Okay! I love it!"

"You love what Bev?" Phillipe asked of the fretting woman's forced lies while he positioned the stiff feathers directly in front of her even stiffer nipples.

"I love…nopleasedon't!" She shrieked when the tips of each feather pressed against her sensitive love buttons and their hundreds of tiny frongs stroked around her areola. "Heehee nohoho eeeheee!"

With a sudden flush of girlish giggles Beverly's head began to shake from side to side accompanied by a big silly grin plastered across her face. The red head's large sweaty breasts jiggled like jelly as the feathers stayed locked on target, the intensely irritating, ticklish and embarrassingly arousing sensation turning her into little more than a silly school girl.

"You see what I mean?" Phillipe spoke to Juan loudly to combat the giggles and increasingly frequent involuntary moans that were escaping the woman's full red lips. "She's begging for it to stop but can't hide the fact it's turning her on!"

"HeeheenoooOOoo…hahahapleeheeOOOoooOhhh…" Bev's eyes shut as she rolled her eyes back before the tickling would interrupt the pleasure and she'd be forced back to squealing and laughing like a the tickle toy she'd become. "Staaahhaap pleaAAOoooOhhhhgaawwwd"

"Notice the panties too?" Phillipe asked causing Juan to lean forward and still hold Bev as best he could.

Sure enough the front of Bev's thong was soaked clean through, and it certainly wasn't sweat. On even closer inspection it was apparent, all be it an unconscious act on her part, that the hyper ticklish billionaire was lewdly grinding her hips as best she could. With the woman's near nude frame already vibrating and squirming from the feathery onslaught it was difficult to spot, but sure enough there was a definitive pattern that told the two young men everything they needed to know.

"You horny ol' perv Mr.s Deveno!" Juan shouted with excitement as he stood back, his grip still firm around Bev's helpless arms.

"Ahh! Ahh! eehheoOOooo!" Before long Bev was grinding furiously, her soaking womanhood searching fruitlessly for something, anything, to enter it's hot chambers.

"Notice how her moaning is more common than the laughter?!" Phillipe said to Juan with a nod as response, it was clear the older woman was enjoying her titty tickle far too much for their liking. "Now!"

"WAAAHAAA! EEEHahhahahnaahaa!" Bev suddenly screamed and the moans ceased immediately as forty fingers all zoned in on her soft rib cage and all the lust that had been so hard earned was tickled away in less than second.

Arching her back, Mrs. Deveno tossed her head back with a howl of frustrated tormented laughter. Cackling like a wild woman she tossed and turned with nowhere to go, ten fingers on each side running up and down her delicate rib cage. Poor Bev's feet wiggled helplessly down the opposite end while her large bouncing boobs wobbled frantically in response to the vicious attack. Their twenty fingers felt like a hundred, they were everywhere, her tummy, her ribs, her breasts, her back, sides, under arms. Juan's belt didn't budge as it held the hysterical woman's wrists tight behind her shaking torso.

Any of her long, fiery red hair that wasn't plastered to Beverly's face was being tossed in all directions. She shook her head from side to side, back to back, screaming with giggles and traumatic mirth. Hunching forward, arching backwards, the poor woman even tried to throw herself from the couch. It was useless, the ticklish billionaire was surrounded by twenty fingers that were dead set on exploring her nude upper body with ruthless efficiency.

"You see what we did there?" Phillipe asked rhetorically as he folded his arms in a business like manner and waited for Juan to follow suit.

"…she was about to…cum?" Juan asked trying hard to sound like a twit as he finally relented and let the gasping woman hunch forward with relief.

"She sure was." Phillipe said making sure he turned just in time to emphasize those words to the camera. "She was going to cum her little brains out…until we tickled her…hard."

"HHHh…hhh…pl-pl…" Beverly mumbled and sobbed softly in the background, her head hanging, looking through tear blurred eyes at her slender tummy which was now rich with hundreds of pink tickle trails.

"You see Harry, your wife loves being tickled." Phillipe put all his attention on the camera as he climbed up from the couch and looked down towards it, as if standing over any viewers on the other end. "Light…sensual touching…like a feather, ooh that drives her wild…but get her close enough to the edge…wait until she's really moaning…howling like a damn wolf…and then BAM!...hit her with a full on assault…you can do it for hours…drive her to the edge, that sweet promise…then tickle, tickle and rip it all away…build her up to knock her down!"

"Like a pack of cards!" Juan said with quite some enthusiasm as he goosed Bev's ribs sending the suddenly shrieking woman forward in a panicked jump, spinning her legs, tripping on her own knees and ending up face first into the couch cushion with her knees underneath so that sexy thong framed butt stuck up in the air.

"Right then." Phillipe said thinking quickly as he straddled Bev's back, his tight butt resting on the backs of her shoulders with his legs either side of her bound arms. "Pin her ankles!"

Quickly obeying, Juan once again leaned over the arm of the chair. In her current kneeling, fallen forward face first position Bev's cute stocking clad feet stuck out from beneath her taut butt. Pressing his hand down over the back of her ankles Juan insured that the helpless pinned woman would remain with her pointing high in the air.

"Na-heeee!" Bev squealed when she felt Phillipe's fingers stroking her exposed bum cheek, her bound hands trying helplessly to reach out and stop him. "Oh-ho no-ooh! Ahheehee!"

She buried her face into the couch cushion and muffled her giggling but couldn't keep still for long. Rolling her head about Bev tugged and pulled in every which direction but the sensitive woman's struggles only proved to amount to light shuddering in her current predicament. Silent laughter befell her every time Phillipe's nasty hands would reach the side of her cheeks, five fingers caressing her cute butt dimples. Silent laughter would turn to pleading and giggles when he danced those devilish hands to the backs of her thighs which broke into roaring, full blown belly laughs whenever he'd get to close to the centre of that tiny pink thong.

Not content with just proving how intensely ticklish Bev's peach like butt was, Phillipe would run his hands quickly down the cackling heiresses sides just to keep her guessing. At one point he reached both hands underneath, between her thighs and belly and clawed wickedly at her immobile tummy. There was even a minute or two there where the former masseur drilled a finger into Mrs. Deveno's hyper ticklish belly button, while using his other hand to squeeze and dance about her cheeks.

"Don't move." Phillipe said calmly as he swung his leg over and climbed up from the couch toward the coffee table. "Either of you."

Juan was going nowhere, the obedient lap dog he obviously was. Bev on the other simply didn't have the strength. Even if she did, where was there to go? That was a lie of course, the sobbing, gasping, sweating red head had plenty of strength, she simply didn't have the will. She wanted out, she wanted away, she just couldn't summon the power to attempt another failed escape.

Turning back toward the couch Phillipe saw Juan grin wickedly when he noticed what the slightly taller man had retrieved from his mysterious case on the table. Straddling Bev's shoulders once again Phillipe sat facing Bev's cute, tickled pink butt and hooked the strap of her thong under his index finger. Crying a little more, the poor red head felt her thong slide over her taut cheeks until they hung loose around the tops of her pinned legs.

With her bare butt and now fully vulnerable Mrs. Deveno clenched at the sound of an unfamiliar buzzing. She murmured some non-sensical words, more begging no doubt, and then let rip with a high pitch scream when a thousand tiny brush tips spun furiously near the centre of her cheeks. Holding her head high a look of pure, wide mouthed, agony dropped the shocked woman's jaw when Phillipe ran an electric toothbrush in between her creamy white buns. Holding the spinning brush in one spot would have been plenty, but Phillipe was far crueler than that. With a head full of sadism the dark haired young man stroked the buzzing tip down her crack, right to the point it almost met her womanhood, and then with a painfully slow pace dragged the spinning tendrils back through the sensitive valley, all the way to the base of Bev's spine.

"GAAAHAA! GA-GA HAAA!" Inhuman wails bellowed from between the big breasted woman's full red lips as the misused dental device made the trip from top to bottom of her bottom over, and over again.

Unbelievably sensitive, there were few more places which could cause such an intense reaction. Occasionally the brush would stop half way, just sit there buzzing in the middle and driving the tormented woman to whole new levels of tickled crazy. Unfortunately, due to the very nature of it's location, the distressing brush assault had once again begun a chain of perverse reactions in the sexy trapped woman's body. From her smooth flawless womanhood, over her inner thighs, down onto her calves and resting in a growing puddle on the couch cushion beneath Beverly flowed the honey that proved she was fit to explode.

"Stop!" Juan said suddenly as he noticed the victim's toes spreading with a rapid frequency not seen before, and the moist liquid essence that was seeping through the damp cushion. "She's going to cum!"

"Is that right?" Phillipe said immediately ceasing, with a quick click the brush was off and the buzzing was replaced with the loud sobs, pants and left over giggles of the woman trapped underneath him. "…So she is…good work Juan."

"She's having quite a time…" Juan said as Phillipe climbed off of the woman and they both listened to what were now easily identifiable gasps of pleasure.

"Give me a minute…get her mind off it" Phillipe instructed as he wandered back toward the suit case, of which the contents Beverly had quickly learned to dread. "Tickle her feet or something."

Not one to argue with an order like that Juan pushed Beverly's butt forward, forcing the exhausted woman to lay flat. Red faced and utterly wrecked she could do nothing in protest, not even plead among her hard, heavy breaths, when Juan swung a leg over her calves and sat with Bev's stocking covered upturned soles poking out from between his legs. With the excitement of a teen about to hit second base for the first time the dark haired bell boy wiggled all ten of his fingers and bought them down upon the red head's unsuspecting soles.

”NAAAHAAA! EEYYA!" With barely a moment's rest poor Beverly still had her pink thong loosely wrapped around knees when Juan's curious fingers pattered over her sensitive heels.

Thrashing up and down, near breathless the howling heiress was utterly destroyed by the simple touching. Bev could take solace in nothing, she knew they were torturing her even if her tickled addled mind couldn't form the word. Any feelings of comfortable warmth that had existed between the red head's legs were brief and now non existent, her laughter strained to the point in occasionally fell to a mere silent, tormented squeak.

After a few short moments, depending on your perspective of the situation, Juan began to realize exactly what Phillipe had planned and began to grow quite excited. With Juan's excitement rapidly increasing, the young man subconsciously sped up the speed of his assault on the older woman beneath him. For Bev's part, she had no idea what was causing the increase in speed, nor the time did she care, it tickled more and the destroyed woman was going insane because of it.

"Should I stop?" Juan asked during a silent patch, his movements slowing as he became slightly more conscious of his actions.

"For the moment." Phillipe replied as he finished what he was doing and stroked Beverly's bare butt before putting all his attention back toward the camera. "End game Harry. This is it."

Beverly couldn't understand what Phillipe was saying, her mind still shattered and at that point seemingly beyond repair. He continued talking with no response from the computer, Bev's bound and pink and sweaty frame heaving for air the background, the young man sitting atop the backs of her legs. Finally summoning some sense of sanity the upturned red head bought her face up from the couch cushion and turned her head just in time to hear something about a last chance. Phillipe began to move the two suit cases from the coffee table and with a sense of fear and dread that seemed to instantly reassemble her thoughts the shocked woman realized what they were going to do.

"Harry! HARRYYYY!" Beverly began screaming at the computer as Phillipe placed it on the couch opposite. "Harry you bastaaaard! Pay them! Pay them now!"

In her weakened state Beverly thrashed as best she could, but it would never be enough. Phillipe had the cleared the table and unless her husband found his conscious any time soon, the angry and frightened woman's fate was sealed. On each leg of the long wooden table were scarves, scarlet red in colour and tied with one end, the thing to be tied on the other four ends was frighteningly obvious.

"Strip her." Phillipe said bluntly as he loomed over the panicking teary eyed woman and snagged her thong in one hand, stretching it off her knees until it ripped clean off.

Rolling onto her back the wild tempered red head kicked hard, even with a leg each the two young men struggled to forcibly remove Beverly's thin nylon stockings. Begging the computer, which hopefully had her seemingly heartless husband on the other end, Bev fought hard but Phillipe and Juan were simply bigger and stronger, they hoisted her from the couch to the cold heavy table.

With her arms still bound by Juan's belt behind her, the desperate red head was pressed by her shoulders onto the table top. Kicking her long bare legs at Phillipe she cried for some semblance of mercy. Struggling to hold her down Juan couldn't help but let his eye wander over the ballistic woman's nude frame, her jello like creamy breasts, her smooth heaving tummy, her moist peachy mound and those long silky legs that were now bound to the table.

"Geez." Juan said with relief as he and Phillipe stepped back to admire their hard work.

The nude woman's delicate feet hung from the ankles down, near the corners at the foot end of the table, the scarves having been quickly yet firmly wrapped and tied. The distance spread Bev's feet roughly two feet apart. On the legs at the head of the table remained two loose scarves, but the young men had clearly decided to let Juan's belt continue holding the wild temptress' arms for the time being. At least until they'd regained some energy.

"Geez is right." Phillipe said knowingly as he gazed over the suddenly silent woman who was simply sitting upright and about as rigid as a fence post.

Sitting there, her ankles bound in front of her wide tear filled eyes and her wrists secured behind her, Beverly watched with an ever growing sense of horror as Phillipe took purposely slow steps toward the suitcase with the hidden contents. Flashing the naked woman a devil's toothy grin Phillipe clicked something behind the case's lid and in a cloud of thin white moisture produced two long curved rocket shaped, perhaps raspberry flavored, ice blocks.

"…please…" Bev said hoarsely as she watched Phillipe hand both of them to Juan and then retrieve another two from the case, one in each hand. "No….no…nonono"

Shaking her head from side to side in disbelief the naked woman tugged helplessly at the silky ties which held her bare feet. Juan began to advance with both stick mounted icicles toward Mrs. Deveno's long shaking legs. Phillipe, in a moment of quick thinking, placed both his ice blocks in one hand and swiftly slid a large cushion behind Bev, a protection of his investment, the sweaty ticklish billionairess was no good to him unconscious.

As Phillipe had predicted, Beverly threw herself backwards with a wide mouthed screech the second Juan slid his curve tipped frozen treats along the tops of her slender thighs. Using the curved tips like icy fingers Juan skated them up and began prodding wickedly at the shocked woman's slender tummy. Never once to miss out Phillipe promptly followed suit as he poked his two super cold pointers into the sides of the red head's defenseless hot body.

Unable to bring her arms around for protection Beverly rolled and bucked on the cushion as the four freezing confectionaries melted into every ticklish spot above her gyrating hips. The cold soon made Bev's large pink nipples threaten to stab straight through the ceiling, Phillipe standing at the head of the table and chasing the two glacial teats as they wobbled away. With her large sensitive breast being put through a virtual blizzard, Juan kneeled between Bev's long bound legs and made her wail with laughter when he pressed a chilled drilling point into her hyper ticklish belly button.

"Oh Bev…you want a taste?" Phillipe asked when they finally ceased, she didn't know how long it been but her breasts, tummy, ribs and underarms were all soaked with raspberry goodness and the ice blocks held by the two young men were considerably smaller than before.

"Mmmm!" Bev pursed her mouth as tears trickled down her bright red cheeks when Phillipe attempted to feed the soaking woman what was left of his treat turned torture device.

"Not hungry?" Phillipe said collecting the two near iceless sticks from Juan and with the same click from before placed them back in the mysterious suitcase. "How about a little treat anyway?"

A familiarly frightening leer smirked over the young mans face as he revealed, from with the case, yet another similarly shaped ice block, although this was apparently lime flavor. Standing to the side Juan watched as the dark haired well tanned Phillipe took position and kneeled between the bound red head's long luscious legs.

"Ahh!" Bev gasped and arched her back when the icy cool tip slid along her inner thigh. "Hah!...N-n-no!"

"Open wide…" Phillipe said sliding the frozen tip in between the helpless woman's smooth hairless lips sending a noticeable shiver up Mrs. Deveno's spine as it entered her womanhood.

"Haah! Noahh-aahh!" With the frozen rod inside her Bev thrust lewdly and took in quick shocked breaths with each chilling movement.

Behind her back the ice sexed red head's fingers spread wide and her long nails scratched the table top as they searched for anything to grip hard. Beverly's sweaty well toned butt cheeks slid back and forth across the smooth hard wood, her long fiery hair splayed over the cushion beneath her as her lips formed a giant O, her brow a frustrated symbol of confusion, hatred and undeniable pleasure.

"Hope is a terrible thing Mrs. Deveno." Juan said as he loomed knelt next to the head of the table and looked into the red head's eyes as they opened wide when the sexy chill between her legs suddenly ceased. "Especially when it's false."

"Hhhh…hhh…n-no…w…what…?" Bev was now covered in tears, sweat, lime, raspberry and between her legs ran a river of her own flavored juices but the sadistic young men still would not allow that final release.

"What a mess you are Bev." Phillipe said licking his top lip ravenously. "Only one way to clean you now…"

"AAAIIIIEEE!" The alarmed nude woman shrieked when both Juan and Phillipe lowered their heads toward her nude torso, their long wet tongues lapping toward the moist bare skin. "HaEEEEE! NAAHAAHAHA!"


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