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The Priestess of Laughter was in the Dungeon taking care of Rebecca who was one of her favorite follower with devastatingly ticklish underarms and ribs. For the last two weeks, since Rebecca had misbehaved using bad language, she had been subjected to daily, long tickling sessions (about 2 hours each) needed to achieve mind and soul purification through laughing. Jenny had Rebecca restrained to the T cross, five straps each arm making them totally immobile, the hollows of her underarms even deeper than normal. This bondage position had proven to be particularly effective for followers with extremely ticklish underarms, including Jenny herself (Carl had been tickling Jenny's underarms in that position almost every night).
The Priestess of Laughter sat on Rebecca's legs facing her, her nails were scraping gently right in the center of Rebecca's underarms whose face was a mask of laughter. Rebecca was laughing and screaming like a mad woman, sometimes shaking her head violently, sometimes throwing it back and exploding with crazed, desperate laughter. This had been going on for the last hour, as Jenny showed absolutely no mercy and kept tickling Rebecca's underarms relentlessly with a very serious expression on her face, this follower needed to laugh and laugh and laugh. Rebecca was going out of her mind, in that position her underarms were even more ticklish, Jenny's nails nested inside her deep hollows was all she was, all she had in her mind. Sometimes Jenny would use just her index fingers scraping lightly in the centers, sometimes she would use all her fingers still on the centers, and sometimes she would spider tickle Rebecca's underarms all over. All of that was absolutely unbearable for Rebecca, she thought she was going to die of laughter, her underarms were so deadly, insanely ticklish. When she thought she really was going insane Jenny stopped the tickling. She told Rebecca that this was working wonderfully, that it would be so good for her, but now she needed some more and she started tickling Rebecca's ribs who let a high pitched scream before dissolving into a loud, hysterical laughter. By the time Jenny was done Rebecca was a mess, her face all red, tears rolling down her cheeks, it took her several minutes to catch her breath and stop giggling. Jenny put her cloak back on and left the Dungeon, she had a smile on her face, tickling Rebecca's underarms always made her be in a good mood, she actually loved it.
She had to take care of Chad then, a 37 years old follower who had been caught drinking alcohol, which was strictly forbidden in the congregation. Since Chad was extremely ticklish on his feet, Jenny had him sitting naked on a bench with his feet locked in a set of stocks in front of him, his arms stretched over his head with his wrists locked in a spreader bar hanging from the ceiling over him. The Priestess of laughter entered the dungeon, closed the heavy door and walked towards Chad. She dropped the cloak to the floor revealing her gorgeous, naked (except for a G string and the black leather boots) body. She walked back and forth in front of the stocks that were holding Chad's feet while speaking to him, her ample, round bottom and her massive, heavy breasts shaking and jiggling. The Priestess of Laughter told the follower that drinking alcohol was a very serious offense, and such an unpure act that required a long rehabilitation treatment consisting in many months of daily hours of laughing. She then took a chair a put it by Chad's feet and sat on it. Chad tried to say that he would never drink again, but it all fell on deaf ears as Jenny suddenly started stroking Chad's soles up and down with her nails making him explode with loud, uncontrollable laughter. Jenny kept spider tickling Chad's soles mercilessly, she loved the way he was laughing, she loved his insanely ticklish soles. It was amazing for her to make an older man laugh so hard, tickling his soles was all she could think of, and so it went on for more than an hour dusing which time Chad kept laughing like a mad man, shaking violently trying to break free of the bondage he was in. But Jenny was totally merciless and relentless. After she was done tickling his feet she got up and sat on the bench Chad was sitting on. She sat behind him, her legs spread wide to the sides of Chad's body, her breasts inches from his back. Jenny whispered in Chad's ear that she was not done yet and her fingers started playing with the hair in Chad's underarms, gently touching it. Chad was shivering like crazy, Jenny had total access to his underarms as his arms were stretched high over his head with the wrists locked in the spreader bar leather cuffs. She said she wondered how ticklish his underarms were, and started to gently tickle them with her nails. Chad tried to shake her hands off his underarms, but her hands were following his movement and never lost contact with her fingers digging always deeper, wiggling in his underarms. Chad felt trapped, looked up at his wrists locked in the cuffs, tried to pull as hard as he could, and when he realized it was of no use he exploded with laughter, his underarms were also very ticklish, especially when Jenny really dug into them with her wiggling fingers. Jenny smiled and was very happy that Chad's underarms were that ticklish. She kept tickling them intensely. Chad could now feel Jenny's very large breasts press against his back as she was tickling his underarms relentlessly, but he was too busy laughing to enjoy that sensation. Jenny also tickled his tummy, ribs and sides a lot, which all were very ticklish as well, always going back to his underarms to dig in there every time deeper and eliciting every time harder laughter from Chad. After about an hour of upperbody tickling Jenny stopped, got up, put the cloak back on and left.
After that she had a very intense session with Karen pinned to the X frame. Jenny drove Karen out of her mind by tickling her enormous breasts relentlessly, both with feathers and with her fingers, spider tickling them. The Priestess of Laughter made her follower laugh so much, so desperately, like a mad woman. It went on for more than an hour during which Jenny showed no mercy at all.
Then she tickled all other followers, with special attentions for Jason and Tony before going back to her quarters to meet Carl. That night Carl took Jenny to her dungeon, told her to drop the cloak to the floor and to go right under a chain that was hanging high from the ceiling. He couldn't help but admire her gorgeous round bottom and very large breasts wiggle and jiggle as she walked through the dungeon. He then encased her arms into a black leather arm binder and made her raise her arms attaching the arm binder to the chain. Her arms were very stretched and her feet barely touched the floor. He then tied her ankles together, and tied her knees together, above and below them, too. In that position Jenny's underarms were very deep hollowed as her arms were stretched taut, and her breasts thrust forward. Carl then started tickling Jenny's underarms wiggling his fingers right in the centers, digging gently in the deep hollows as he stood behind her. Jenny immediately erupted with loud, hysterical laughter. She absolutely could not stand having her underarms touched, let alone tickled, or intensely tickled. As Carl kept tickling her underarms relentlessly, she started to jump trying to escape his fingers while laughing and screaming like a mad woman, but Carl's hands and fingers were following all her movements never letting go of tickling her underarms. Carl was amused by her futile attempts to escape his tickling fingers, and was thoroughly impressed by the sight of Jenny's massive breasts bouncing heavily all around as she kept jumping wildly in the hope of escaping the devastating tickling of her insanely ticklish underarms that went on relentlessly for two hours.
The Priestess of Laughter was in the Dungeon taking care of Rebecca who was one of her favorite follower with devastatingly ticklish underarms and ribs. For the last two weeks, since Rebecca had misbehaved using bad language, she had been subjected to daily, long tickling sessions (about 2 hours each) needed to achieve mind and soul purification through laughing. Jenny had Rebecca restrained to the T cross, five straps each arm making them totally immobile, the hollows of her underarms even deeper than normal. This bondage position had proven to be particularly effective for followers with extremely ticklish underarms, including Jenny herself (Carl had been tickling Jenny's underarms in that position almost every night).
The Priestess of Laughter sat on Rebecca's legs facing her, her nails were scraping gently right in the center of Rebecca's underarms whose face was a mask of laughter. Rebecca was laughing and screaming like a mad woman, sometimes shaking her head violently, sometimes throwing it back and exploding with crazed, desperate laughter. This had been going on for the last hour, as Jenny showed absolutely no mercy and kept tickling Rebecca's underarms relentlessly with a very serious expression on her face, this follower needed to laugh and laugh and laugh. Rebecca was going out of her mind, in that position her underarms were even more ticklish, Jenny's nails nested inside her deep hollows was all she was, all she had in her mind. Sometimes Jenny would use just her index fingers scraping lightly in the centers, sometimes she would use all her fingers still on the centers, and sometimes she would spider tickle Rebecca's underarms all over. All of that was absolutely unbearable for Rebecca, she thought she was going to die of laughter, her underarms were so deadly, insanely ticklish. When she thought she really was going insane Jenny stopped the tickling. She told Rebecca that this was working wonderfully, that it would be so good for her, but now she needed some more and she started tickling Rebecca's ribs who let a high pitched scream before dissolving into a loud, hysterical laughter. By the time Jenny was done Rebecca was a mess, her face all red, tears rolling down her cheeks, it took her several minutes to catch her breath and stop giggling. Jenny put her cloak back on and left the Dungeon, she had a smile on her face, tickling Rebecca's underarms always made her be in a good mood, she actually loved it.
She had to take care of Chad then, a 37 years old follower who had been caught drinking alcohol, which was strictly forbidden in the congregation. Since Chad was extremely ticklish on his feet, Jenny had him sitting naked on a bench with his feet locked in a set of stocks in front of him, his arms stretched over his head with his wrists locked in a spreader bar hanging from the ceiling over him. The Priestess of laughter entered the dungeon, closed the heavy door and walked towards Chad. She dropped the cloak to the floor revealing her gorgeous, naked (except for a G string and the black leather boots) body. She walked back and forth in front of the stocks that were holding Chad's feet while speaking to him, her ample, round bottom and her massive, heavy breasts shaking and jiggling. The Priestess of Laughter told the follower that drinking alcohol was a very serious offense, and such an unpure act that required a long rehabilitation treatment consisting in many months of daily hours of laughing. She then took a chair a put it by Chad's feet and sat on it. Chad tried to say that he would never drink again, but it all fell on deaf ears as Jenny suddenly started stroking Chad's soles up and down with her nails making him explode with loud, uncontrollable laughter. Jenny kept spider tickling Chad's soles mercilessly, she loved the way he was laughing, she loved his insanely ticklish soles. It was amazing for her to make an older man laugh so hard, tickling his soles was all she could think of, and so it went on for more than an hour dusing which time Chad kept laughing like a mad man, shaking violently trying to break free of the bondage he was in. But Jenny was totally merciless and relentless. After she was done tickling his feet she got up and sat on the bench Chad was sitting on. She sat behind him, her legs spread wide to the sides of Chad's body, her breasts inches from his back. Jenny whispered in Chad's ear that she was not done yet and her fingers started playing with the hair in Chad's underarms, gently touching it. Chad was shivering like crazy, Jenny had total access to his underarms as his arms were stretched high over his head with the wrists locked in the spreader bar leather cuffs. She said she wondered how ticklish his underarms were, and started to gently tickle them with her nails. Chad tried to shake her hands off his underarms, but her hands were following his movement and never lost contact with her fingers digging always deeper, wiggling in his underarms. Chad felt trapped, looked up at his wrists locked in the cuffs, tried to pull as hard as he could, and when he realized it was of no use he exploded with laughter, his underarms were also very ticklish, especially when Jenny really dug into them with her wiggling fingers. Jenny smiled and was very happy that Chad's underarms were that ticklish. She kept tickling them intensely. Chad could now feel Jenny's very large breasts press against his back as she was tickling his underarms relentlessly, but he was too busy laughing to enjoy that sensation. Jenny also tickled his tummy, ribs and sides a lot, which all were very ticklish as well, always going back to his underarms to dig in there every time deeper and eliciting every time harder laughter from Chad. After about an hour of upperbody tickling Jenny stopped, got up, put the cloak back on and left.
After that she had a very intense session with Karen pinned to the X frame. Jenny drove Karen out of her mind by tickling her enormous breasts relentlessly, both with feathers and with her fingers, spider tickling them. The Priestess of Laughter made her follower laugh so much, so desperately, like a mad woman. It went on for more than an hour during which Jenny showed no mercy at all.
Then she tickled all other followers, with special attentions for Jason and Tony before going back to her quarters to meet Carl. That night Carl took Jenny to her dungeon, told her to drop the cloak to the floor and to go right under a chain that was hanging high from the ceiling. He couldn't help but admire her gorgeous round bottom and very large breasts wiggle and jiggle as she walked through the dungeon. He then encased her arms into a black leather arm binder and made her raise her arms attaching the arm binder to the chain. Her arms were very stretched and her feet barely touched the floor. He then tied her ankles together, and tied her knees together, above and below them, too. In that position Jenny's underarms were very deep hollowed as her arms were stretched taut, and her breasts thrust forward. Carl then started tickling Jenny's underarms wiggling his fingers right in the centers, digging gently in the deep hollows as he stood behind her. Jenny immediately erupted with loud, hysterical laughter. She absolutely could not stand having her underarms touched, let alone tickled, or intensely tickled. As Carl kept tickling her underarms relentlessly, she started to jump trying to escape his fingers while laughing and screaming like a mad woman, but Carl's hands and fingers were following all her movements never letting go of tickling her underarms. Carl was amused by her futile attempts to escape his tickling fingers, and was thoroughly impressed by the sight of Jenny's massive breasts bouncing heavily all around as she kept jumping wildly in the hope of escaping the devastating tickling of her insanely ticklish underarms that went on relentlessly for two hours.
