A few months had passed in the congregation, the Priestess of Laughter had kept administering daily, very intense and merciless purification sessions to all followers. About once a week though the Lord of the Castle had been gone to attend important matters, and every time he had to go he had Rebecca taking care of the Priestess of Laughter's purification, which meant for Jenny hours of torturous, maddening tickling. Most of the times it went on well deep into the night, as Rebecca absolutely loved tickling Jenny having a chance at getting back at her for the cruel, relentless, long sessions she was subjected to every day. Rebecca would normally have Jenny restrained to the T cross as that position proved to make her underarms even more ticklish with the hollows so deep. That's when Jenny spent hours laughing like a mad woman, her face a mask of laughter, shaking her head wildly before throwing it back to explode with tortured, desperate laughter over and over again. Rebecca nails gently and lightly scrabbling and scraping in the center of Jenny's underarms were just pure torture for her, she just could not take it, it was tickle hell, she wished she would die, but Rebecca kept tickling her underarms with her nails relentlessly, nonstop for long periods of time. When Jenny tried to say she had had enough Rebecca would say the Lord of the Castle had instructed her to make sure she would get thorough purification and that she had to laugh and laugh and laugh, and so she would start tickling her mercilessly again. Rebecca had Jenny stretched on the rack quite often as well, or sometimes secured to the X frame. When she was strapped to the T or X cross Rebecca had tickled Jenny's very large breasts as well. Carl had told Rebecca Jenny's breasts were extremely ticklish, and tickling them provided very good laughing results. Rebecca had used feathers on Jenny's breasts, but soon realized that spider tickling them with her nails was more effective, and usually spent 30-45 minutes nonstop at a time tickling Jenny's massive breasts like that, which made the Priestess of Laughter howl with hysterical, loud laughter the whole time. Rebecca loved to see Jenny pull desperately with all her strength at the restraints trying to avoid Rebecca's tickling nails, and as Jenny was struggling against the restraints she loved to see her extremely large breasts jiggle under her fingers. Lately Rebecca had found out that stroking Jenny's nipples and very large areolas gently and slowly with very little artist paintbrushes was sending Jenny into total hysteria, for that, as her breasts needed to be hanging still, she had her strapped to the X cross with 5 restraints for each leg and arm, plus two more at her midriff, to prevent any chance of moving. Rebecca would then relentlessly and mercilessly apply the tiny brushes to Jenny's nipples and areolas, nonstop for a long time, making the Priestess of Laughter explode with continuous fits of wild laughter. After that she would then start tickling Jenny's immobile underarms again, raking them, spider tickling them, gently scratching the centers with just the index fingers, or with all her nails. This was absolutely the worst for Jenny, which made her laugh like a mad woman possessed by the devil, her face all red, a mask laughter, mouth open wide trying to laugh as much as she could to ease the severe tickling sensation she was subjected to, tears rolling down her cheeks. Rebecca thoroughly took advantage of the situation, as it only happened about once a week, and only after long hours of maddening, torturous tickling that often went on deep into the night, she would release Jenny, and go to sleep.
Needless to say every time Rebecca tickled Jenny because Carl was gone would be followed the day after by a cruel, sadistic, hours long tickling session for Rebecca at the hands and fingers of the Priestess of Laughter.
Carl was taping all the tickling sessions with the cameras installed in both Dungeons, and was totally happy with the results. He enjoyed watching all the followers being tickled mercilessly by Jenny, and Jenny herself being tickled by Rebecca. He was particularly impressed by Karen's purification sessions. Her extremely large breasts seemed to be so extremely ticklish as well, it was really amazing to watch Karen laugh like a wild woman as her breasts got tickled by Jenny, he loved to see them jiggle and shake when a not too tight bondage would allow it. Her breasts were really impressive, of a pendulous shape, like two huge pears, with very large, light pink areolas. They really contrasted with Karen's thin arms, legs and flat tummy. He thought Karen was very pretty too, with long, jet black hair, deep green eyes and her goth look. He wanted to have her in his own dungeon, and personally take care of her purification sessions.
Carl told Jenny that today she didn't need to take care of Karen's sessions, but instead he would do that. Karen was still undergoing an intensive purification program due to the BDSM books she had been caught reading. Carl told Jenny that such an offense needed extra care and attention which he personally wanted to take care of. So he told Jenny to take Karen to his own dungeon, making sure she would not tell the other followers about the existence of another dungeon. He instructed Jenny to hang Karen by her arms encased in the arm binder and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and to tie tightly with ropes her ankles together, as well as her knees, above and below them, and to attach her ankles with ropes to a ring fastened to the floor by her feet. All Karen was to wear was a G string. After Jenny was done tying Karen as Carl had instructed her, she took off and went to see the other followers (she already had Rebecca stretched on the rack, and was looking forward to go sit on her arms and tickle her underarms relentlessly to drive her out of her mind with wild, tortured laughter during a long, maddening tickling session).
Carl entered the dungeon and slowly walked towards Karen's hanging body. In that position her enormous breasts were slightly lifted upwards looking so impressive. Carl was totally amazed by the sight of Karen's massive breasts. He started talking to her saying that reading BDSM books was totally forbidden in the congregation, that it was a very serious offense that required intensive and severe treatment in order to achieve purification through laughing. He told Karen he understood that she had been a cruel Dominatrix for many years, but now she needed to quit thinking about her past and show a true will for purification for the mind and soul. Karen tried to say that she had been undergoing extra long sessions for quite some time already with the Priestess of Laughter, but Carl told her that she needed a lot more intense and longer sessions which he was going to take care of on a daily basis. As Karen tried to reply to that, Carl took two long, large, fluffy feathers and started stroking with them Karen's huge pear shaped breasts slowly up and down. Karen's serious face turned first into a forced smile, then she looked up pulling with all her strength at the arm binder attached to the chain trying to free her arms, finally when she realized there was no way out she exploded with a very loud, uncontrollable laughter, her mouth wide open laughing like a mad woman. Carl was totally amazed at how ticklish Karen's breasts were, he kept stroking them up and down slowly with the soft feathers relentlessly. Karen was screaming with wild laughter, still pulling desperately at the restraints which made her breasts jiggle all around, but not enough to escape the large, stroking feathers.She would alternate pulling at the restraints to shaking her head violently before throwing it back and explode with desperate, hysterical laughter as her breasts were totally at the mercy of the feathers. He also tickled her flat tummy by standing behind her with his fingers right under her hanging, massive breasts that were resting on the top of his hands, which proved to be very effective as well eliciting continuous bouts of loud, uncontrollable laughter. At one point Carl released the restraint that was holding Karen's ankles fastened to the floor, and then dug deep into Karen's deep hollowed, open underarms. That made her scream with a high pitched laughter and jump all around wildly. Carl totally loved to see Karen's enormous breasts jiggle, shake and bounce heavily all around while jumping with all her strength as his fingers kept digging deep in her underarms while wiggling and scratching them, while Karen's wild, loud laughter was echoing in the dungeon. That went on for 30 minutes nonstop, after that Carl had Karen strapped to the X frame with 5 restraints for each leg and arm plus two additional ones at her midriff making her totally immobile and unable to shake or jiggle her breasts at all. That's when he used the two make up brushes on Karen's large areolas slowly swirling all over them, sending her to total hysteria and tickle hell with continouos fits of uncontrollable, wild laughter like she was possessed by the devil. The worst though was when Carl used two little artist paintbrushes on Karen's nipples and large areolas. That caused Karen to explode with the loudest laughter and to pull desperately at the restraints, her face was all red, a mask of laughter, tears soon started to stream her cheeks, while her wild, very loud laughter kept echoing in the dungeon. Carl could not get enough of tickling Karen's massive, pendulous breasts, he then started spider tickling them and realized that tickling them like that on the undersides was very effective as well as that made Karen fall in a state of constant, tortured, uncontrollable laughter. After many hours of maddening breast tickling, with some intense underarm and tummy tickling as well, Carl released Karen. He told her that he had arranged for her a room near his dungeon and that she was going to reside with him in this area of the castle so he could take care of her daily purification sessions personally, which he thought needed to go on for several months. Karen told Carl she was honored to have the Lord of the Castle personally attend at her purification. Carl kissed her forehead and showed Karen her room.
Needless to say every time Rebecca tickled Jenny because Carl was gone would be followed the day after by a cruel, sadistic, hours long tickling session for Rebecca at the hands and fingers of the Priestess of Laughter.
Carl was taping all the tickling sessions with the cameras installed in both Dungeons, and was totally happy with the results. He enjoyed watching all the followers being tickled mercilessly by Jenny, and Jenny herself being tickled by Rebecca. He was particularly impressed by Karen's purification sessions. Her extremely large breasts seemed to be so extremely ticklish as well, it was really amazing to watch Karen laugh like a wild woman as her breasts got tickled by Jenny, he loved to see them jiggle and shake when a not too tight bondage would allow it. Her breasts were really impressive, of a pendulous shape, like two huge pears, with very large, light pink areolas. They really contrasted with Karen's thin arms, legs and flat tummy. He thought Karen was very pretty too, with long, jet black hair, deep green eyes and her goth look. He wanted to have her in his own dungeon, and personally take care of her purification sessions.
Carl told Jenny that today she didn't need to take care of Karen's sessions, but instead he would do that. Karen was still undergoing an intensive purification program due to the BDSM books she had been caught reading. Carl told Jenny that such an offense needed extra care and attention which he personally wanted to take care of. So he told Jenny to take Karen to his own dungeon, making sure she would not tell the other followers about the existence of another dungeon. He instructed Jenny to hang Karen by her arms encased in the arm binder and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and to tie tightly with ropes her ankles together, as well as her knees, above and below them, and to attach her ankles with ropes to a ring fastened to the floor by her feet. All Karen was to wear was a G string. After Jenny was done tying Karen as Carl had instructed her, she took off and went to see the other followers (she already had Rebecca stretched on the rack, and was looking forward to go sit on her arms and tickle her underarms relentlessly to drive her out of her mind with wild, tortured laughter during a long, maddening tickling session).
Carl entered the dungeon and slowly walked towards Karen's hanging body. In that position her enormous breasts were slightly lifted upwards looking so impressive. Carl was totally amazed by the sight of Karen's massive breasts. He started talking to her saying that reading BDSM books was totally forbidden in the congregation, that it was a very serious offense that required intensive and severe treatment in order to achieve purification through laughing. He told Karen he understood that she had been a cruel Dominatrix for many years, but now she needed to quit thinking about her past and show a true will for purification for the mind and soul. Karen tried to say that she had been undergoing extra long sessions for quite some time already with the Priestess of Laughter, but Carl told her that she needed a lot more intense and longer sessions which he was going to take care of on a daily basis. As Karen tried to reply to that, Carl took two long, large, fluffy feathers and started stroking with them Karen's huge pear shaped breasts slowly up and down. Karen's serious face turned first into a forced smile, then she looked up pulling with all her strength at the arm binder attached to the chain trying to free her arms, finally when she realized there was no way out she exploded with a very loud, uncontrollable laughter, her mouth wide open laughing like a mad woman. Carl was totally amazed at how ticklish Karen's breasts were, he kept stroking them up and down slowly with the soft feathers relentlessly. Karen was screaming with wild laughter, still pulling desperately at the restraints which made her breasts jiggle all around, but not enough to escape the large, stroking feathers.She would alternate pulling at the restraints to shaking her head violently before throwing it back and explode with desperate, hysterical laughter as her breasts were totally at the mercy of the feathers. He also tickled her flat tummy by standing behind her with his fingers right under her hanging, massive breasts that were resting on the top of his hands, which proved to be very effective as well eliciting continuous bouts of loud, uncontrollable laughter. At one point Carl released the restraint that was holding Karen's ankles fastened to the floor, and then dug deep into Karen's deep hollowed, open underarms. That made her scream with a high pitched laughter and jump all around wildly. Carl totally loved to see Karen's enormous breasts jiggle, shake and bounce heavily all around while jumping with all her strength as his fingers kept digging deep in her underarms while wiggling and scratching them, while Karen's wild, loud laughter was echoing in the dungeon. That went on for 30 minutes nonstop, after that Carl had Karen strapped to the X frame with 5 restraints for each leg and arm plus two additional ones at her midriff making her totally immobile and unable to shake or jiggle her breasts at all. That's when he used the two make up brushes on Karen's large areolas slowly swirling all over them, sending her to total hysteria and tickle hell with continouos fits of uncontrollable, wild laughter like she was possessed by the devil. The worst though was when Carl used two little artist paintbrushes on Karen's nipples and large areolas. That caused Karen to explode with the loudest laughter and to pull desperately at the restraints, her face was all red, a mask of laughter, tears soon started to stream her cheeks, while her wild, very loud laughter kept echoing in the dungeon. Carl could not get enough of tickling Karen's massive, pendulous breasts, he then started spider tickling them and realized that tickling them like that on the undersides was very effective as well as that made Karen fall in a state of constant, tortured, uncontrollable laughter. After many hours of maddening breast tickling, with some intense underarm and tummy tickling as well, Carl released Karen. He told her that he had arranged for her a room near his dungeon and that she was going to reside with him in this area of the castle so he could take care of her daily purification sessions personally, which he thought needed to go on for several months. Karen told Carl she was honored to have the Lord of the Castle personally attend at her purification. Carl kissed her forehead and showed Karen her room.
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