In a remote area of the US northwest, not easy accessible, there is a large mansion looking like a middleage castle. There live a religious congregation who believe in the purification of the body through laughter. To stimulate as much laughter as possible in their followers they use tickling, and to obtain the best results tight, secure bondage is used too. The Priestess of Laughter administers the tickling to the followers of the congregation, her real name is Jenny, she is 25, long strawberry blonde hair, deep blue eyes, 5'8, very large breasts, full round buttom, pale skin. Currently there are 12 followers in the congregation, 9 women and 3 men. The requirement for being accepted in the congregation is to be exceptionally ticklish, as only extremely ticklish people can benefit of the results of intense tickling which are the purification of the mind and of the soul through prolonged laughter.
Jenny woke up as usual at 7, being the Priestess of Laughter she had two female followers help her bathe. She always reminded them to be careful while washing her body as she was deadly ticklish herself, especially being touched under the arms caused her strong reactions. The followers were told that the Priestess of Laughter was to administer the tickling to them, but they never saw or heard her being tickled herself, so they thought she was not supposed to.
Jenny's days consisted of tickling all the followers, which were each tickled at least 30 minutes a day. She would spend more time with the ones she deemed needed more purification because they misbehaved or had problems who were bothering them (addictions, different kind of faults, etc.).
This morning she was scheduled to spend quite a lot of time with Rebecca, a 38 year old woman who had been heard speaking bad language and cursing another follower. Major soul purification was needed here. Three other followers had brought Rebecca in the Dungeon of Laughter, where all followers were administered the tickling. It was at the end of a long stone stairs under the castle. It had all kinds of bondage devices. Rebecca was strapped securely to an X cross, restraints at her ankles, wrists, above and below the knees and elbows were making her totally immobile. She was wearing just panties. Rebecca had shoulder length, curly red hair, green eyes, an athletic, thin body, thin arms with very deep hollowed underarms, protruding ribs, and very pale skin.
As usual she wore a black hooded cloak, under which she only had panties on, and black leather boots. She walked the stairs down to the Dungeon, opened the door, got in, closed the door and walked towards Rebecca's bound body.
As usual, as she was just a few feet from the follower who was to be tickled, she dropped the cloak to the floor. She stood there in all her splendor, her long hair cascading to her back, her very large breasts bare and slightly hanging but looking so massive with very large areolas as well. Wearing boots made her about six feet tall, she looked very Dominant and intimidating. Her eyes looked very intense, she had a serious expression on her face, but a very slight grim could have told that she loved to be who she was: a merciless, cruel tickler, who many thought to be sadistic as well by the way she used to tickle the followers, finding all their worst ticklish spots and tickling them nonstop sometimes for hours.
Rebecca particularly feared her as Jenny knew how insanely ticklish her underarms and ribs were, and that's why Rececca was one of Jenny's favorite followers. In a very serious tone Jenny told Rebecca that she was due for major purification for what she had done. That it was for her own sake so she would become a better woman. Rebecca tried to say that she was sorry, that she was never going to speak to another follower like that, but her words were suddenly interrupted by an explosion of loud, hysterical laughter caused by Jenny's fingernails that started lightly and gently scraping right in the center of Rebecca's underarms.
What followed was 2 hours of cackling, loud uncontollable hysterical laughter, screaming, begging, struggling and pulling desperately at the restraints all to no avail. Jenny´s fingers kept exploring every inch of Rebecca's underarms, the Priestess showed absolutely no mercy keeping the same serious expression on her face with that slight grin even though you could tell by the look in her eyes that she was enjoying Rebecca's ticklish agony so much. She actually loved tickling those very deep hollowed, insanely ticklish underarms, Rebecca's skin was so smooth, so soft, so pale, and her underarms were so unbelievably ticklish. The Priestess was tickling the misbehaving follower with wild abandon, almost in a trance. After about an hour she stopped and told Rebecca she was very pleased with the results, but now it was time to change target of her tickling, and placed her hands on Rebecca's ribs....after much more laughing, screaming, begging, wildly shaking the head, desperately pulling at the restraints, Jenny finally stopped.
She caressed Rebecca's hair and told her she was sure her soul was now much purer. Rebecca was a mess, tears streaming down her cheeks, her hair a mess, her face red and her throat sore from so much laughing. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, still giggling even if the tickling had stopped a few minutes before. She found the strength to talk and thanked the Priestess for helping her become pure inside. Jenny put the cloak back on and left. The two follower released Rebecca and helped her walk back up the stairs.
Next was Tony, a 22 year old man who had been caught masturbating which was prohibited in the congregation that believed in a chaste way of living necessary to achieve the purification of the soul and mind.
Tony was taken to the Dungeon of Laughter by the other two older male followers. They strapped him on the rack completely naked and stretched his body very tight. His feet were locked in the stocks at the bottom of the rack, and his hands locked in a big leather mitten who contained them both and that was attached to the wheel of the rack. The two men then left.
Tony then heard boots approaching the Dungeon, he knew it was the Priestess. Jenny entered the Dungeon, closed the door and slowly walked towards Tony. She was so tall and so intimidating, with a very serious look in her eyes. Masturbation was a very serious offense, one of the worst, and needed to be dealt with with extreme severity so the soul could be purified. The Priestess reached the rack were Tony was stretched on, dropped the cloak to the floor and stood there towering Tony who could admire the very remarkable dimensions of Jenny's bare breasts that looked even larger seen from under. Jenny started talking, saying that Tony needed a lot of purification for what he had done, and that it would take a few weeks if not months of daily longer than normal purification sessions. Tony started apologizing, saying he promised never to do that again, that he was very sorry for what he had done.
But Tony was not able to speak any longer as Jenny's nails dug into his ribs, both hands tickling his ribs mercilessly. Tony let a scream that sounded inhuman and then it dissolved into fits of loud, hysterical laughter. Jenny knew that Tony's ribs were his worst spot and totally took advantage of that to make him laugh like a mad man. It went on like that for what seemed an eternity to Tony, at one point Jenny climbed on the rack, set on Tony's body making him even more immobile with her weight while she kept digging with her fingers in his ribs showing absolutely no mercy. She also tickled Tony's underarms cruelly for a long time nonstop which made him howl with hysterical, tortured laughter and made him buck like a wild horse, even if the tight restraints and Jenny's weight kept Tony's body pretty much in place allowing only a little bucking (enough to make Jenny's heavy breasts bounce and jiggle all around as she kept tickling Tony, which was a formidable sight for him). After two hours of severe tickling Jenny stopped, got off the rack, put the cloak back on and left, telling Tony that she would see him tomorrow again.
Jenny's day went on with the normal tickling of the other followers until it was time for her to retire in her quarters where the Lord of the castle was waiting for her. His name is Carl, he is 48 and Jenny's tutor and mentor. He is the one who founded the congregation, taught Jenny about the power of purification through laughter and made her the Priestess of Laughter. He rarely sees the other followers, as Jenny normally deals with them. What the other followers don't know is that Jenny spends about 3 hours every night in a special made for her Dungeon in a wing of the castles were the other followers are not allowed to enter and which is where the castle's Lord and the Priestess reside. This Dungeon also has an X cross, a rack, spreader bars and leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling and a big T cross. Jenny spends there 3 hours every night strapped securely and being tickled mercilessly by Carl maily under her arms which are her worst ticklish spot. The Dungeon is soundproof so no one ever hears Jenny's desperate screams of laughter. The Priestess needs to be purified herself, even more intensely than the other followers, so she can carry out the task of purifying them more effectively. It's amazing to see her face that normally has a very severe and serious look become a mask of laughter, all red with tears running down her cheeks, her mouth wide trying to catch as much air as possible to be able to laugh as much as possible as her underarms get tickled cruelly and nonstop for hours at a time. Carl chose her to be the Priestess just because her underarms are the most ticklish of all, by far. He lately found out that soft, fluffy feathers slowly stroking Jenny's bare breasts are really effective as well eliciting wild laughter especially when she is strapped to the X cross and her breasts hang freely. When she is restained to the X cross and he tickles her underarms mercilessly he can't help but admire her huge breasts bounce and jiggle all around as Jenny struggles and pulls at the restraints wildly while laughing like a mad woman.
Jenny woke up as usual at 7, being the Priestess of Laughter she had two female followers help her bathe. She always reminded them to be careful while washing her body as she was deadly ticklish herself, especially being touched under the arms caused her strong reactions. The followers were told that the Priestess of Laughter was to administer the tickling to them, but they never saw or heard her being tickled herself, so they thought she was not supposed to.
Jenny's days consisted of tickling all the followers, which were each tickled at least 30 minutes a day. She would spend more time with the ones she deemed needed more purification because they misbehaved or had problems who were bothering them (addictions, different kind of faults, etc.).
This morning she was scheduled to spend quite a lot of time with Rebecca, a 38 year old woman who had been heard speaking bad language and cursing another follower. Major soul purification was needed here. Three other followers had brought Rebecca in the Dungeon of Laughter, where all followers were administered the tickling. It was at the end of a long stone stairs under the castle. It had all kinds of bondage devices. Rebecca was strapped securely to an X cross, restraints at her ankles, wrists, above and below the knees and elbows were making her totally immobile. She was wearing just panties. Rebecca had shoulder length, curly red hair, green eyes, an athletic, thin body, thin arms with very deep hollowed underarms, protruding ribs, and very pale skin.
As usual she wore a black hooded cloak, under which she only had panties on, and black leather boots. She walked the stairs down to the Dungeon, opened the door, got in, closed the door and walked towards Rebecca's bound body.
As usual, as she was just a few feet from the follower who was to be tickled, she dropped the cloak to the floor. She stood there in all her splendor, her long hair cascading to her back, her very large breasts bare and slightly hanging but looking so massive with very large areolas as well. Wearing boots made her about six feet tall, she looked very Dominant and intimidating. Her eyes looked very intense, she had a serious expression on her face, but a very slight grim could have told that she loved to be who she was: a merciless, cruel tickler, who many thought to be sadistic as well by the way she used to tickle the followers, finding all their worst ticklish spots and tickling them nonstop sometimes for hours.
Rebecca particularly feared her as Jenny knew how insanely ticklish her underarms and ribs were, and that's why Rececca was one of Jenny's favorite followers. In a very serious tone Jenny told Rebecca that she was due for major purification for what she had done. That it was for her own sake so she would become a better woman. Rebecca tried to say that she was sorry, that she was never going to speak to another follower like that, but her words were suddenly interrupted by an explosion of loud, hysterical laughter caused by Jenny's fingernails that started lightly and gently scraping right in the center of Rebecca's underarms.
What followed was 2 hours of cackling, loud uncontollable hysterical laughter, screaming, begging, struggling and pulling desperately at the restraints all to no avail. Jenny´s fingers kept exploring every inch of Rebecca's underarms, the Priestess showed absolutely no mercy keeping the same serious expression on her face with that slight grin even though you could tell by the look in her eyes that she was enjoying Rebecca's ticklish agony so much. She actually loved tickling those very deep hollowed, insanely ticklish underarms, Rebecca's skin was so smooth, so soft, so pale, and her underarms were so unbelievably ticklish. The Priestess was tickling the misbehaving follower with wild abandon, almost in a trance. After about an hour she stopped and told Rebecca she was very pleased with the results, but now it was time to change target of her tickling, and placed her hands on Rebecca's ribs....after much more laughing, screaming, begging, wildly shaking the head, desperately pulling at the restraints, Jenny finally stopped.
She caressed Rebecca's hair and told her she was sure her soul was now much purer. Rebecca was a mess, tears streaming down her cheeks, her hair a mess, her face red and her throat sore from so much laughing. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, still giggling even if the tickling had stopped a few minutes before. She found the strength to talk and thanked the Priestess for helping her become pure inside. Jenny put the cloak back on and left. The two follower released Rebecca and helped her walk back up the stairs.
Next was Tony, a 22 year old man who had been caught masturbating which was prohibited in the congregation that believed in a chaste way of living necessary to achieve the purification of the soul and mind.
Tony was taken to the Dungeon of Laughter by the other two older male followers. They strapped him on the rack completely naked and stretched his body very tight. His feet were locked in the stocks at the bottom of the rack, and his hands locked in a big leather mitten who contained them both and that was attached to the wheel of the rack. The two men then left.
Tony then heard boots approaching the Dungeon, he knew it was the Priestess. Jenny entered the Dungeon, closed the door and slowly walked towards Tony. She was so tall and so intimidating, with a very serious look in her eyes. Masturbation was a very serious offense, one of the worst, and needed to be dealt with with extreme severity so the soul could be purified. The Priestess reached the rack were Tony was stretched on, dropped the cloak to the floor and stood there towering Tony who could admire the very remarkable dimensions of Jenny's bare breasts that looked even larger seen from under. Jenny started talking, saying that Tony needed a lot of purification for what he had done, and that it would take a few weeks if not months of daily longer than normal purification sessions. Tony started apologizing, saying he promised never to do that again, that he was very sorry for what he had done.
But Tony was not able to speak any longer as Jenny's nails dug into his ribs, both hands tickling his ribs mercilessly. Tony let a scream that sounded inhuman and then it dissolved into fits of loud, hysterical laughter. Jenny knew that Tony's ribs were his worst spot and totally took advantage of that to make him laugh like a mad man. It went on like that for what seemed an eternity to Tony, at one point Jenny climbed on the rack, set on Tony's body making him even more immobile with her weight while she kept digging with her fingers in his ribs showing absolutely no mercy. She also tickled Tony's underarms cruelly for a long time nonstop which made him howl with hysterical, tortured laughter and made him buck like a wild horse, even if the tight restraints and Jenny's weight kept Tony's body pretty much in place allowing only a little bucking (enough to make Jenny's heavy breasts bounce and jiggle all around as she kept tickling Tony, which was a formidable sight for him). After two hours of severe tickling Jenny stopped, got off the rack, put the cloak back on and left, telling Tony that she would see him tomorrow again.
Jenny's day went on with the normal tickling of the other followers until it was time for her to retire in her quarters where the Lord of the castle was waiting for her. His name is Carl, he is 48 and Jenny's tutor and mentor. He is the one who founded the congregation, taught Jenny about the power of purification through laughter and made her the Priestess of Laughter. He rarely sees the other followers, as Jenny normally deals with them. What the other followers don't know is that Jenny spends about 3 hours every night in a special made for her Dungeon in a wing of the castles were the other followers are not allowed to enter and which is where the castle's Lord and the Priestess reside. This Dungeon also has an X cross, a rack, spreader bars and leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling and a big T cross. Jenny spends there 3 hours every night strapped securely and being tickled mercilessly by Carl maily under her arms which are her worst ticklish spot. The Dungeon is soundproof so no one ever hears Jenny's desperate screams of laughter. The Priestess needs to be purified herself, even more intensely than the other followers, so she can carry out the task of purifying them more effectively. It's amazing to see her face that normally has a very severe and serious look become a mask of laughter, all red with tears running down her cheeks, her mouth wide trying to catch as much air as possible to be able to laugh as much as possible as her underarms get tickled cruelly and nonstop for hours at a time. Carl chose her to be the Priestess just because her underarms are the most ticklish of all, by far. He lately found out that soft, fluffy feathers slowly stroking Jenny's bare breasts are really effective as well eliciting wild laughter especially when she is strapped to the X cross and her breasts hang freely. When she is restained to the X cross and he tickles her underarms mercilessly he can't help but admire her huge breasts bounce and jiggle all around as Jenny struggles and pulls at the restraints wildly while laughing like a mad woman.
