Masked_tickler
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A Weekend at the Palmira Mansion
Part 2
When we last left off Amanda a young report for a tabloid magazine had convinced her boss to allow her to spend a weekend in an old abandoned mansion noted for people disappearing without a trace. On her first night, had heard a noise and when entering one of the many rooms found herself trapped in a room full of harem girls that proceeded to tickle torture her into an orgasmic climax. Once freed Amanda had made a desperate run for the only doorway in the room. Bursting through the drapery covered doorway she landed right into the arms of two medieval guards that grabbed her and escorted her to a set of large wooden doors. The doors were opened and what Amanda heard made her heart pound.
“My lord, THIS is the woman that is accused of witchcraft!” came from a man wearing a black robe and black skull cap.
Amanda was escorted to a stand in the center of a large courtroom. Her wrists were shackled with heavy chains. When she looked down she saw she was no longer wearing the silk sheer robe from the Harem where she had just left. She was now wearing a tattered white cotton blouse that tied in a knot at her midsection and a torn brown skirt and leather slip on shoes.
“This can’t be happening. I have to get out of this place.” Amanda thought as her heart pounded.
“My lord, She denies the charges eventhough we have numerous witnesses that have seen her consorting with the devil.” The man said again
“What have you to say for yourself? Do you deny the charges?” asked a large man dressed in a royal robe sitting on a throne in front of Amanda.
“Listen, I have no Idea what you are talking about. I have no idea how I got here and I just want to leave.” Amanda spoke trying to convince herself that this was some kind of bad dream.
The man at the throne spoke again, “Insolent woman! You do not deny the charges? You say you have no idea how you came to be here? I find it difficult to believe that an attractive woman such as yourself could be a witch, but if you can offer nothing in your own defense then I have no choice but to pass judgment upon you.”
“My lord, If I may?” the man dressed in the black robe said walking over to the Judge.
He walked over and whispered something in the judge’s ear and pointed to Amanda, the judge nodded his head and then spoke again.
“Woman, since you do not deny the charges I cannot pass judgment upon you. The only choice I have is to leave you to the inquisition, there if you confess your guilt as a witch you may be granted a merciful death, but should you not confess then I have no choice but to have you burned at the stake. Guards! Take her to the dungeon for now.” The Judge commanded
Amanda pleaded in vain with the judge to release her.
“My lord, please I Do deny the charges. I don’t belong here! Please release me and let me be on my way.” She begged.
Her requests fell on deaf ears as the guards took her kicking out of the courtroom and down a long hallway to the stairs down to the dungeon. Amanda kicked and struggled down the long spiral stairway, the guards held tightly. Amanda was really no match for them, they were big and strong, they would have given even a professional lineman a run for the money. They reached the door for the dungeon, when it opened Amanda heard the moans from the others that were imprisoned there. She was dragged to the end of the dungeon, along the way she lost one of her soft leather shoes. Reaching the end there was a very large room that was divided down the middle by iron bars creating two separate rooms. At the front was a smaller cage about 7’ tall and 3’ by 3’ enough for one person to stand, this cage sat in-between the two larger rooms. The guards placed Amanda inside, then using the shackles on her wrists locked her arms high above her head to the top iron bars of the cage leaving her standing on her tiptoes. Then one guard produced a long cloth and proceeded to tie it around her moth like a gag.
“This will keep you from casting any spells that might release you…Witch!” he said
Then the guard closed the door of the small cage and they walked back out of the dungeon locking the door behind them with a faint Click of the lock. Amanda hung there in her little cage struggling and moaning trying to squeeze her hands out of the iron shackles. With her arms high over her head, her blouse rose high exposing her bare sides. She twisted her body to the right and then to the left to see if anyone else was in the two rooms on each side.
On her right were two women, one a red head and the other a brunette, they wore fancy gowns that were torn, tattered and dirty. Their faces were a little dirty, they were walking towards her. On her left were three men, they slept sitting against the back wall, all were dirty an had no shirts just torn pants.
The two women approached Amanda’s cage.
“Oh look this one must be the witch they had in court today.” The red head spoke
“yes, must be. They must have something special in store for her. What do you think Liza?” the brunette said.
“I think you are right Mary. She’s a cute one she is….I think we could have some fun with her, don’t you think?” Liza replied with a grin.
“Mmm, you were always the wicked one Liza. What could it hurt to make her last few hours here a little pleasant.” Mary, the brunette said grinning back to her cellmate.
Amanda could only return muffled words through her gag, she had no idea what these two had in mind, but it didn’t sound good to her. Amanda regretted leaving the harem, at least there she was in no real danger, except for that terrible tickling she was given. Then Liza reached her hand into Amanda’s cage.
“Tell me sweetie, how does ya keep your skin so soft?” she said wiggling her long fingers against Amanda’s bare side.
Amanda jumped and squealed as the fingers tickled her side. She muffled her disapproval at the woman.
“Eeeemph! Donph’t mphNoooooo!”
“oh she’s a lively one isn’t she?” Mary remarked
“Yes, feel her skin, so soft an smooth.” Liza said
Amanda just shook her head and glared at the women as Mary proceeded to reach in and touch her. Mary reached her hand inside as Amanda tried to pull her body away to the far side of her cage. Mary was able to run her fingers across the middle of Amanda’s tummy. Amanda squealed and jerked back and forth.
“EEEEEEK!”
“I think we’ve a ticklish one here Liza.” Mary said
“No, she can’t be. Are you ticklish sweetie?” Liza teased
Amanda shook her head rapidly knowing she really was and was in no position to avoid being tickled by these two vixens. Mary and Liza gave each other a smile and a look then both reached their hands in and started tickling Amanda’s sides and tummy as she jerked and giggled wildly.
“Kitchy Kitchy kooo, tickle tickle tickle.” The two women teased
Amanda, through all the tickling and wiggling didn’t see that one of the men in the cell on her left had crept up.
“What’s goin on ‘ere?” he said
“Well, John Morgan, we are just having some fun with the young witch here. Seems she’s a little ticklish one.” Liza said as both her hands were busy exploring Amanda’s sides and ribs.
“Ticklish you say? Hmm, perhaps I should help you ladies out, if you don’t mind. It’s been a while since I’ve had any amusement with an attractive woman like her.” He said as he reached down to grab Amanda’s left leg.
“Help yerself, be careful though she’s a wiggler she is. “ Mary said as she teased Amanda’s belly button.
Amanda’s eyes bulged as John grabbed her left leg and pulled her foot through the bars. Amanda kicked trying to pull he leg free and back into her cell. It was no use John had knelt down and locked her leg under his arm, pressing it against his side. Making matters worse, her left foot happened to be the one that lost its shoe. Her toes pointed down curled and flexed as her ticklish tummy was teased beyond its limits.
“MMMMMMHPHHEHEHPHEHEHEHHAHAHAMPNOOOOOPHAHAHAH EEEEEEEEEP!”
John picked up several pieces of straw from the ground and began stroking them up and down Amanda’s foot. He chuckled to himself as he watched her foot twitch.
“hehehe kithcy kitchy” he teased.
Mary had now changed positions, she reached high and was tickling both of Amanda’s bare armpits with her fingertips. Liza continued to tickle her sides and hips. Tears formed in Amanda’s eyes as she laughed and twisted back and forth as her body was tormented. The women tickled her off and on for several minutes, the man teased in-between and under her toes with the pieces of straw, lost in his own little world. Amanda in a brief moment of relief thought….
“Wait, Liza, Mary and John Morgan? They were more of the Sorority college students that disappeared. Didn’t they know who they were?” Amanda thought, then she felt the tickling on her foot again.
John had dropped the straw and was tickling rapidly with his firm fingers. Amanda renewed her muffled laughter.
“MnnnnnnO MPHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAMmmmmmHAHAHAAHA STOMPPHHEHEHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA MNOoooooooHAHAHA”
Liza and Mary now were trying to grab her other leg, they squeezed her leg just above the knee as Amanda bounced and jerked. They squeezed and pinched her side playfully making her jerk more. John had stopped tickling her foot, but still held it tight in one hand. As Amanda bounced on her free foot john reached in quickly and grabbed it from behind and pulled it through the bars. He turned back around and locked Amanda’s feet one under each arm then proceeded to flip off her other shoe. Mary and Liza stopped and giggled at each other.
“Hehehe oh poor thing, she’s in for it now….Old John’s got his hands full.” They said
Now, Amanda hung even more helpless than before. In her current position her upper body was leaned close to the side of the cage where Liza and Mary stood. John sat with his back leaning against Amanda’s cage, both of her wiggling feet locked under his arms waiting impatiently for the torture to return. Mary kneeled down and picked up a long piece of straw. Amanda puffed heavily through her gag and nose trying to catch her breath as she moaned unpleasantly through her gag. Liza was reaching in and untying the knot holding Amanda’s blouse closed. Untying the knot, Amanda’s blouse opened revealing her bare breasts, nipples were starting to firm up from the cool air of the dungeon and of course the tickling.
Amanda looked down and saw Mary reaching in with the straw, she frantically shook her head and squealed. Mary started ticking Amanda’s navel, flicking the straw around the outer rim and then dipping gently inside twirling the straw. Amanda jerked her stomach in pulling back from the tickling straw. When she did this John began to tickle each foot as her toes wiggled. Again the taunting started.
“Tiiiiiiickle Tiiiiiiiiickle tiiiiiiiickle” John teased
“EEEEEEEP AHAHAHAMMPHAHAHAHAHAMMMMPH PMLEEEASEW HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MPHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHE NMOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Amanda jerked and laughed
“Tickle her good over there John, we’ve got this side taken care of.” Liza said as she reached her hands in and began fondling Amanda’s exposed breasts with her fingers.
It was a definite tag team effort, John tickled Amanda’s poor feet and she would jerk forward and then Mary and Liza would tickle her tummy sides and now breasts. Tears rolled down Amanda’s cheeks as she laughed and cried praying again for her torment to end.
Liza reached in and lightly began wiggling her fingers on the soft undersides of Amanda’s breasts. Amanda closed her eyes tight as the tickling ran through her body, she shook from side to side causing her breasts to jiggle back and forth.
“hehehe kitchy kitchy little witchy” Liza taunted
John had found the perfect spot, the soft arches seemed to cause the most reaction and his fingers wiggled rapidly against them as Amanda curled her toes wrinkling her soft soles. John tickled and then stopped, tickled again and stop, he loved watching the cute feet wiggle helplessly it seemed. Mary had found another special spot of her own, just below Amanda’s belly button right above the top of the tattered skirt, she wiggled all ten fingers back and forth from side to side.
“MWAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHEHEHEHEHEHEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHHHAHA MPHAHAHAHHAHA MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA STOPMHAHAHA” Amanda laughed all her strength to resist gone.
Amanda had been tickled for what seemed like hours, any longer and she’d pee. The three tickle maniacs continued their torment. They two had probably been tortured this way while they were there, but that was no concern to Amanda. All she wanted was for them to stop and to get out. Then in the distance came a loud click as the lock to the dungeon door was opened. Liza, Mary and john quickly stopped releasing Amanda allowing her to slump in her cage gasping for breath. They all scurried back to the corners of their cells pretending s if nothing had happened. Eventhough, Amanda could see the smile on John’s face as well as Mary and Liza’s.
The two guards walked down to Amanda’s cage, one opened the cage door. Amanda had regained some strength. She stood on her bare tip toes as one guard reached in and unlocked her shackles. Her arms fell to her sides and she rubbed them, the guard stepped back and waited for Amanda to walk out.
“Come on, the Inquisition is waiting for you.” The one guard said
Amanda looked up and saw the dungeon door at the end of the hallway open. She wasn’t about to be tortured by someone else and end up being burned at the stake. She bolted towards the door, the guards were too slow to catch her.
“Get her!” one of them yelled to the other
Amanda reached the door and looked back, the two guards were slowly running towards her. She ran through the door then closed it behind her she turned and leaned back against the door with her eyes closed as her chest heaved in and out as she breathed.
As Amanda opened her eyes she couldn’t believe what she saw.
“Great, now where in the world am I?” she said to herself.
To be continued…
Part 2
When we last left off Amanda a young report for a tabloid magazine had convinced her boss to allow her to spend a weekend in an old abandoned mansion noted for people disappearing without a trace. On her first night, had heard a noise and when entering one of the many rooms found herself trapped in a room full of harem girls that proceeded to tickle torture her into an orgasmic climax. Once freed Amanda had made a desperate run for the only doorway in the room. Bursting through the drapery covered doorway she landed right into the arms of two medieval guards that grabbed her and escorted her to a set of large wooden doors. The doors were opened and what Amanda heard made her heart pound.
“My lord, THIS is the woman that is accused of witchcraft!” came from a man wearing a black robe and black skull cap.
Amanda was escorted to a stand in the center of a large courtroom. Her wrists were shackled with heavy chains. When she looked down she saw she was no longer wearing the silk sheer robe from the Harem where she had just left. She was now wearing a tattered white cotton blouse that tied in a knot at her midsection and a torn brown skirt and leather slip on shoes.
“This can’t be happening. I have to get out of this place.” Amanda thought as her heart pounded.
“My lord, She denies the charges eventhough we have numerous witnesses that have seen her consorting with the devil.” The man said again
“What have you to say for yourself? Do you deny the charges?” asked a large man dressed in a royal robe sitting on a throne in front of Amanda.
“Listen, I have no Idea what you are talking about. I have no idea how I got here and I just want to leave.” Amanda spoke trying to convince herself that this was some kind of bad dream.
The man at the throne spoke again, “Insolent woman! You do not deny the charges? You say you have no idea how you came to be here? I find it difficult to believe that an attractive woman such as yourself could be a witch, but if you can offer nothing in your own defense then I have no choice but to pass judgment upon you.”
“My lord, If I may?” the man dressed in the black robe said walking over to the Judge.
He walked over and whispered something in the judge’s ear and pointed to Amanda, the judge nodded his head and then spoke again.
“Woman, since you do not deny the charges I cannot pass judgment upon you. The only choice I have is to leave you to the inquisition, there if you confess your guilt as a witch you may be granted a merciful death, but should you not confess then I have no choice but to have you burned at the stake. Guards! Take her to the dungeon for now.” The Judge commanded
Amanda pleaded in vain with the judge to release her.
“My lord, please I Do deny the charges. I don’t belong here! Please release me and let me be on my way.” She begged.
Her requests fell on deaf ears as the guards took her kicking out of the courtroom and down a long hallway to the stairs down to the dungeon. Amanda kicked and struggled down the long spiral stairway, the guards held tightly. Amanda was really no match for them, they were big and strong, they would have given even a professional lineman a run for the money. They reached the door for the dungeon, when it opened Amanda heard the moans from the others that were imprisoned there. She was dragged to the end of the dungeon, along the way she lost one of her soft leather shoes. Reaching the end there was a very large room that was divided down the middle by iron bars creating two separate rooms. At the front was a smaller cage about 7’ tall and 3’ by 3’ enough for one person to stand, this cage sat in-between the two larger rooms. The guards placed Amanda inside, then using the shackles on her wrists locked her arms high above her head to the top iron bars of the cage leaving her standing on her tiptoes. Then one guard produced a long cloth and proceeded to tie it around her moth like a gag.
“This will keep you from casting any spells that might release you…Witch!” he said
Then the guard closed the door of the small cage and they walked back out of the dungeon locking the door behind them with a faint Click of the lock. Amanda hung there in her little cage struggling and moaning trying to squeeze her hands out of the iron shackles. With her arms high over her head, her blouse rose high exposing her bare sides. She twisted her body to the right and then to the left to see if anyone else was in the two rooms on each side.
On her right were two women, one a red head and the other a brunette, they wore fancy gowns that were torn, tattered and dirty. Their faces were a little dirty, they were walking towards her. On her left were three men, they slept sitting against the back wall, all were dirty an had no shirts just torn pants.
The two women approached Amanda’s cage.
“Oh look this one must be the witch they had in court today.” The red head spoke
“yes, must be. They must have something special in store for her. What do you think Liza?” the brunette said.
“I think you are right Mary. She’s a cute one she is….I think we could have some fun with her, don’t you think?” Liza replied with a grin.
“Mmm, you were always the wicked one Liza. What could it hurt to make her last few hours here a little pleasant.” Mary, the brunette said grinning back to her cellmate.
Amanda could only return muffled words through her gag, she had no idea what these two had in mind, but it didn’t sound good to her. Amanda regretted leaving the harem, at least there she was in no real danger, except for that terrible tickling she was given. Then Liza reached her hand into Amanda’s cage.
“Tell me sweetie, how does ya keep your skin so soft?” she said wiggling her long fingers against Amanda’s bare side.
Amanda jumped and squealed as the fingers tickled her side. She muffled her disapproval at the woman.
“Eeeemph! Donph’t mphNoooooo!”
“oh she’s a lively one isn’t she?” Mary remarked
“Yes, feel her skin, so soft an smooth.” Liza said
Amanda just shook her head and glared at the women as Mary proceeded to reach in and touch her. Mary reached her hand inside as Amanda tried to pull her body away to the far side of her cage. Mary was able to run her fingers across the middle of Amanda’s tummy. Amanda squealed and jerked back and forth.
“EEEEEEK!”
“I think we’ve a ticklish one here Liza.” Mary said
“No, she can’t be. Are you ticklish sweetie?” Liza teased
Amanda shook her head rapidly knowing she really was and was in no position to avoid being tickled by these two vixens. Mary and Liza gave each other a smile and a look then both reached their hands in and started tickling Amanda’s sides and tummy as she jerked and giggled wildly.
“Kitchy Kitchy kooo, tickle tickle tickle.” The two women teased
Amanda, through all the tickling and wiggling didn’t see that one of the men in the cell on her left had crept up.
“What’s goin on ‘ere?” he said
“Well, John Morgan, we are just having some fun with the young witch here. Seems she’s a little ticklish one.” Liza said as both her hands were busy exploring Amanda’s sides and ribs.
“Ticklish you say? Hmm, perhaps I should help you ladies out, if you don’t mind. It’s been a while since I’ve had any amusement with an attractive woman like her.” He said as he reached down to grab Amanda’s left leg.
“Help yerself, be careful though she’s a wiggler she is. “ Mary said as she teased Amanda’s belly button.
Amanda’s eyes bulged as John grabbed her left leg and pulled her foot through the bars. Amanda kicked trying to pull he leg free and back into her cell. It was no use John had knelt down and locked her leg under his arm, pressing it against his side. Making matters worse, her left foot happened to be the one that lost its shoe. Her toes pointed down curled and flexed as her ticklish tummy was teased beyond its limits.
“MMMMMMHPHHEHEHPHEHEHEHHAHAHAMPNOOOOOPHAHAHAH EEEEEEEEEP!”
John picked up several pieces of straw from the ground and began stroking them up and down Amanda’s foot. He chuckled to himself as he watched her foot twitch.
“hehehe kithcy kitchy” he teased.
Mary had now changed positions, she reached high and was tickling both of Amanda’s bare armpits with her fingertips. Liza continued to tickle her sides and hips. Tears formed in Amanda’s eyes as she laughed and twisted back and forth as her body was tormented. The women tickled her off and on for several minutes, the man teased in-between and under her toes with the pieces of straw, lost in his own little world. Amanda in a brief moment of relief thought….
“Wait, Liza, Mary and John Morgan? They were more of the Sorority college students that disappeared. Didn’t they know who they were?” Amanda thought, then she felt the tickling on her foot again.
John had dropped the straw and was tickling rapidly with his firm fingers. Amanda renewed her muffled laughter.
“MnnnnnnO MPHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHAMmmmmmHAHAHAAHA STOMPPHHEHEHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA MNOoooooooHAHAHA”
Liza and Mary now were trying to grab her other leg, they squeezed her leg just above the knee as Amanda bounced and jerked. They squeezed and pinched her side playfully making her jerk more. John had stopped tickling her foot, but still held it tight in one hand. As Amanda bounced on her free foot john reached in quickly and grabbed it from behind and pulled it through the bars. He turned back around and locked Amanda’s feet one under each arm then proceeded to flip off her other shoe. Mary and Liza stopped and giggled at each other.
“Hehehe oh poor thing, she’s in for it now….Old John’s got his hands full.” They said
Now, Amanda hung even more helpless than before. In her current position her upper body was leaned close to the side of the cage where Liza and Mary stood. John sat with his back leaning against Amanda’s cage, both of her wiggling feet locked under his arms waiting impatiently for the torture to return. Mary kneeled down and picked up a long piece of straw. Amanda puffed heavily through her gag and nose trying to catch her breath as she moaned unpleasantly through her gag. Liza was reaching in and untying the knot holding Amanda’s blouse closed. Untying the knot, Amanda’s blouse opened revealing her bare breasts, nipples were starting to firm up from the cool air of the dungeon and of course the tickling.
Amanda looked down and saw Mary reaching in with the straw, she frantically shook her head and squealed. Mary started ticking Amanda’s navel, flicking the straw around the outer rim and then dipping gently inside twirling the straw. Amanda jerked her stomach in pulling back from the tickling straw. When she did this John began to tickle each foot as her toes wiggled. Again the taunting started.
“Tiiiiiiickle Tiiiiiiiiickle tiiiiiiiickle” John teased
“EEEEEEEP AHAHAHAMMPHAHAHAHAHAMMMMPH PMLEEEASEW HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MPHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHE NMOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Amanda jerked and laughed
“Tickle her good over there John, we’ve got this side taken care of.” Liza said as she reached her hands in and began fondling Amanda’s exposed breasts with her fingers.
It was a definite tag team effort, John tickled Amanda’s poor feet and she would jerk forward and then Mary and Liza would tickle her tummy sides and now breasts. Tears rolled down Amanda’s cheeks as she laughed and cried praying again for her torment to end.
Liza reached in and lightly began wiggling her fingers on the soft undersides of Amanda’s breasts. Amanda closed her eyes tight as the tickling ran through her body, she shook from side to side causing her breasts to jiggle back and forth.
“hehehe kitchy kitchy little witchy” Liza taunted
John had found the perfect spot, the soft arches seemed to cause the most reaction and his fingers wiggled rapidly against them as Amanda curled her toes wrinkling her soft soles. John tickled and then stopped, tickled again and stop, he loved watching the cute feet wiggle helplessly it seemed. Mary had found another special spot of her own, just below Amanda’s belly button right above the top of the tattered skirt, she wiggled all ten fingers back and forth from side to side.
“MWAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHEHEHEHEHEHEENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHHHAHA MPHAHAHAHHAHA MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAA STOPMHAHAHA” Amanda laughed all her strength to resist gone.
Amanda had been tickled for what seemed like hours, any longer and she’d pee. The three tickle maniacs continued their torment. They two had probably been tortured this way while they were there, but that was no concern to Amanda. All she wanted was for them to stop and to get out. Then in the distance came a loud click as the lock to the dungeon door was opened. Liza, Mary and john quickly stopped releasing Amanda allowing her to slump in her cage gasping for breath. They all scurried back to the corners of their cells pretending s if nothing had happened. Eventhough, Amanda could see the smile on John’s face as well as Mary and Liza’s.
The two guards walked down to Amanda’s cage, one opened the cage door. Amanda had regained some strength. She stood on her bare tip toes as one guard reached in and unlocked her shackles. Her arms fell to her sides and she rubbed them, the guard stepped back and waited for Amanda to walk out.
“Come on, the Inquisition is waiting for you.” The one guard said
Amanda looked up and saw the dungeon door at the end of the hallway open. She wasn’t about to be tortured by someone else and end up being burned at the stake. She bolted towards the door, the guards were too slow to catch her.
“Get her!” one of them yelled to the other
Amanda reached the door and looked back, the two guards were slowly running towards her. She ran through the door then closed it behind her she turned and leaned back against the door with her eyes closed as her chest heaved in and out as she breathed.
As Amanda opened her eyes she couldn’t believe what she saw.
“Great, now where in the world am I?” she said to herself.
To be continued…
