Was this it?
4:17 AM. The City - Southside Warehouse District. A Secret Room In The Basement Of A Shady S&M Club.
"MMMPHHAHAAHAMMPPHHAAHAHAMMPPHHA!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn, the red ball gag in her mouth stifling the laughter being forced from her. She was laying on her back in what could best be described as a modified gynecologist's chair. Her back rest on a padded-backing, propping her up at a forty-five degree angle. Leather straps held her in place below and above her large size-D breasts, as well as across her forehead, holding her head in place. Her arms were outstretched away from her body, each arm strapped down to an extended armrest at the wrist and elbow. Her long legs, encased in sheer tan pantyhose, were spread apart almost as wide as her arms, elevated slightly, and strapped down to the padded leg-rests at the ankle, knee and thigh.
Jungle Womyn's eyes were covered by a small blindfold that was just big enough to block out the light. Her head secured by the leather strap across her forehead, a pair of headphones had been placed on her ears, playing a looped audio track of passionate sexual sounds mixed with intense screaming and laughter caused by tickle torture.
Surrounding Jungle Womyn were five well-built, well-groomed men of various ages ranging from early twenties to early forties, all of Eastern European origin. Each man had taken a position near her body. One man was at each of her sheer tan pantyhose feet, tickle torturing Jungle Womyn's ultra-sensitive nylon soles. The man on her left foot was busy scrabbling his fingers all over her long arches, while the man on her right foot was more delicate in his torment, tickling in between her toes, sending Jungle Womyn into ticklish agony.
"MMMPPHHAHAPMMPPPHAHSTTPPHHHAHAMMPHH!!!" was all the Jungle Womyn could muster as the man tickling her left foot suddenly found a particularly sensitive area. "That's right my little tickle slut...laugh like the nylon tickle slave that you are!" the main said sarcastically.
Two other gentlemen were seated on either side of Jungle Womyn's torso, using their fingers to tickle her ribs, stomach, knees, hips, and of course, her armpits. The final man was seated directly between Jungle Womyn's wide-spread legs, vibrator in hand. Every so often the four men tickling Jungle Womyn would give her a few minutes to regain her breath, during which time the man seated in between her legs would use the vibrator on her, forcing her to orgasm. Jungle Womyn was far too exhausted to try and resist, and let the orgasms be ripped from her body. After which, the tickling would resume, driving her into fits of screaming laughter.
This had gone on for hours. And hours. She was near breaking point.
9:46 PM. The City - Eastside. Several Days Earlier.
In a luxurious apartment in a trendy part of town, a gorgeous and shapely woman lounged on her mocha-colored leather sofa, taking in the televised evening news as she sipped a piping-hot peppermint tea. The body belonged to Ms. Holly Wood, a wealthy socialite who spent her days as both a human and animal rights activist, a proud voice of equality and justice to those who couldn't speak for themselves.
In her early thirties, her auburn-colored hair flowed gently across her muscular shoulders and down to her large, beautiful breasts. Covered by a conservative pants suit was her incredibly toned body. Six-pack abs hard as a rock, and legs long as the Nile, strong as a python. 5'9" and weighing 122lbs, she was in a word...perfect. But what the entire world didn't know was that by night, Ms. Wood shed her conservative attire, and replaced it with a 2-piece leopard print ensemble and sheer tan pantyhose, as she prowled the city as the heroine Jungle Womyn, putting evil-doers in their place!
Not just any sheer pantyhose mind you, but a specially-made pair that was impervious to damage, and retained their glossy shine and silky-smooth feel at all times. Early in her career as a secret crime fighter, Holly realized she needed an advantage over the criminals she pursued. She didn't have super strength like Wonder Womyn. She needed an edge, and she found her calling in the world of stealth, thanks to her special nylons.
Countless hours (and quite a bit of money) went into the development of them. When worn, they make her movements all but silent, allowing her to move in silence and remain undetected until she strikes at the last minute. The only problem...Holly was insanely ticklish, especially on her pretty size 8 1/2 feet, and the silky smoothness of the pantyhose only made her even more sensitive. She had done a good job keeping her ticklishness under wraps in her crime-fighting career, but lately it seemed the villains she fought knew about her weakness and exploited it any chance they got.
Holly opened a file folder and spread the contents out on her coffee table in front of her. Pictures she had taken of a seedy S&M Club days earlier where some local women had gone missing. The police had done their investigating but hadn't come up with anything substantial to link the place with any of the missing women. But the police were hindered by their own charter...they had to act within the confines of the law...Jungle Womyn didn't! She could go where they couldn't. Warrants were replaced with stealth and cunning. "I KNOW there's some evidence linking those missing girls in that disgusting place, and tonight after they close I'm going to pay them a visit and find it," Holly said out loud.
1:32 AM. The City - Southside Warehouse District.
Having donned her 2-piece leopard-print ensemble, matched with her sexy and stealthy sheer tan pantyhose, as she leaped from rooftop to rooftop, making no sound as she bounded from building to building. At last she was on the roof of the Club, as she quietly opened the skylight and crawled inside. Looking around, Jungle Womyn found herself in a small room that appeared to be a classroom, complete with desks and a chalkboard. "What a bunch of freaks," she thought to herself. "These guys get off by having women dress up and role-play scenarios. Tying up and tickling and torturing them...what a bunch of creeps! I can't wait to find something that will shut this sleazy place down for good," Jungle Womyn thought.
Jungle Womyn silently opened the door and crept into the darkened hallway. Opening another door, she found a room filled with bondage equipment, including stocks, tables, and suspension gear. On the wall was a rack filled with vibrators, feathers, whips, chains, and a host of electric stimulation devices she didn't EVEN want to know about. "Nothing so far, better keep looking." Moving down the hallway, she came to the stairs. She silently moved down them step-by-step, as she neared the bottom. Peering around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, she noticed several cctv cameras mounted in various places.
"Quite a bit of security equipment for a simple S&M club," she thought to herself. "I better find a way aroun..." Jungle Womyn's thought was suddenly cut off and replaced with panic as a strong, muscular arm was wrapped around her torso, while a cloth was shoved over her face, covering her mouth and nose! Jungle Womyn instantly smelled the sickly-sweet smell of chloroform, a chemical she had become familiar with in her storied career as a crime fighter. In her panicked state, Jungle Womyn accidentally took in a big inhale, breathing in the chloroform as she struggled with the powerful arms holding her in place.
With all the strength she could muster, Jungle Womyn grabbed the assailants arm and tossed him over her shoulder, the attacker landing with a resounding thud on the floor in front of her. She got a glimpse of her attacker: a heavy-set man, muscular build, bald, with a sinister look on his face. Jungle Womyn went on the offensive, moving forward to engage the man she had just thrown. She placed her sexy sheer tan pantyhose foot on his throat as he lay in pain, stepping down hard as to get his attention. "Obviously no one ever taught you how to treat a lady," she said in a booming voice! Now I'm going to let you up and you're going to tell me what you know about the missing women and why you have this chloroform, or else this is going to be a very long - and painful - night for you! Got it creep!?!"
Just as Jungle Womyn finished her sentence, a heavy baton came smashing down on the back of her head from an unseen person behind her. "UUNNGHHH!" cried Jungle Womyn as she crashed to her knees, holding her bruised head in her hands. Stepping out from the shadows was another man, holding a wooden baton. Jungle Womyn's vision was blurry from the blow, so she wasn't quite sure what this sneak attacker looked like.
"You bitch!" screamed the man she had thrown to the floor earlier. "You want to know why I have this chloroform...its to subdue sexy bitches like you when you give us trouble!" The man from behind suddenly grabbed Jungle Womyn's arms, pulling her to her feet, and pinning them behind her in one forceful move. "You'll never get away wit..." was all Jungle Womyn could get out before the chloroform rag was once again clamped over her nose and mouth. Trying to struggle with the men was impossible, as they held her tight, letting the chemicals do their job. "MMMPPHHHMNNHPHHH!!" screamed Jungle Womyn from under the chloroform rag, as the chemicals slowly went to work on her body.
"MMPPPHHHEEETTTPHEEEGGVVOOOHHMMPP!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn, as she struggled with the man holding back her arms. She was a strong woman, but was not match for these two burly men who held her tight. Jungle Womyn tried to control her breathing, but it was no use...all that struggling was forcing her to take small breaths, each bringing her closer to sleep.
With one last surge of strength, Jungle Womyn thrust her legs up, catching the man with the chloroform rag under the jaw with her knee, sending him crashing backward. Unfortunately, with that last surge of energy, Jungle Womyn had to take in a breath of chloroform, which was now starting to blur her vision. The man holding her arms suddenly let go, but quickly put Jungle Womyn into a sleeperhold! "NNHHGGHUNNHGH!!" yelped Jungle Womyn, trying to use her arms to get out of the hold. But the man held fast, and Jungle Womyn soon started to get drowsy, as her vision continued to blur further.
Suddenly the man with the chloroform rag appeared in front of her and clamped the cloth over Jungle Womyn's face once more. "NNOWPHHPHHHMMPHMPH!!" cried Jungle Womyn as she took in a deep breath of chemicals, which made the room start spinning. Her eyes started to roll back, and she soon went limp in the arms of her attackers.
Slumping into their arms and then splayed out on the floor, the two men turned the lights on to get a better look at the sexy intruder they had just captured. "Damn Johnny, we really scored tonight" said the man holding the baton. "You know who this bitch is!?! The leopard print outfit. The nylons. And that face...I'd recognize her anywhere. This is Jungle Womyn!" The man holding the chloroform rag knelt down and brushed the hair away from her face. "You know something, you're right Brandt, this IS Jungle Womyn," he said, a huge smile stretching across his face.
"Prepare her."
The City - Southside Warehouse District. Present Time.
Jungle Womyn's limp body had been brought to a secret room in the basement of the club, known only to those that worked there. She drifted in and out of consciousness, as she felt her body being strapped down to some type of device. She tried to control her arms and legs, but powerful hands held them fast as they were strapped down. Jungle Womyn heard muffled voices, but in her weakened condition could only pick out bits and pieces.
"She's waking up, finish getting her tied down. This bitch is our ticket out of this dump and into the big leagues of white slavery," Jungle Womyn thought she heard, but she couldn't be certain, as they finished strapping her into the device. Just as her eyes were beginning to focus, someone covered them with a blindfold. Jungle Womyn tried to shake her head, but a leather strap was quickly put across her forehead, securing her head to the headrest. Jungle Womyn tried to struggle, but to no avail. Her entire body had been immobilized...the best she could do was move her hands and feet slightly an inch or two.
"No use struggling Jungle Womyn!" one of the men standing near her said aloud. "We've modified this gynecologist chair to completely immobilize the person in it. You're going nowhere, so stop struggling, you'll only make the bonds tighter."
Jungle Womyn realized they used her name, which meant these creeps knew her identity. "It's obvious you know who I am, so why don't you do the smart thing and untie me. I can help you reform from your wicked ways and become a productive member of society!" said Jungle Womyn in a forceful yet sincere tone, still working off the effects of the chloroform.
"HAHAHAHA!!!" laughed the men standing around the room. Jungle Womyn couldn't be certain because of the blindfold, but she detected at least half a dozen different voices, which suddenly made a knot in her throat as she realized she was severely outnumbered even if she could find an escape.
"Thanks for the laugh Jungle Bitch," said one of the men. "The life of a white slaver is a rather boring one...it's not often we get a good laugh. Most of the time it's our victims getting the laughs." Jungle Womyn's mouth went agape as her brain instantly thought about being tickled. The men in the room picked up on her panicked look as well, each one sneering a sinister smile as they looked at each other.
"Since you're going to make us very wealthy men, I think it's only right that we explain to you exactly what we do. We're white slavers, no doubt the men you were looking for. We kidnap and supply beautiful girls to act as sex slaves to the rich and powerful throughout the world. But most girls resist, which is why we designed this sound-proof room beneath the Club. Our clients want only girls broken and ready to be slaves, not protesting and resistance. Hence the chair you're strapped into. Over the last several years we've broken dozens of women in that chair. Strapped em' down, and tortured them until they were obedient."
Upon hearing the word torture, Jungle Womyn's panic set in. "Please...you don't know what you're doing. You're sick. You need help, and I can help you all. Just please let me go!" Jungle Womyn said, a sense of urgency and fear in her voice. "You have my word I'll do everything in my power...gannahhaa!" Jungle Womyn stopped mid sentence as she felt someone's fingers scrabbling up and down her pantyhose-encased right foot.
"WWWHAA....NNOOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAPLEASEHEEHEAHA!!" Jungle Womyn cried out as she felt another hand pull the toes back on her left foot and scrabble fingers all over her nylon sole.
"That's right Jungle slut! You've stumbled upon one of the methods we use to break our victims and make them ready for their new owners...tickle torture! The perfect way to break your spirit without physically harming your body," one of the men said.
The men tickled Jungle Womyn's nylon feet, poking their fingers into her pantyhose-encased toes, running their fingers up and down her nylon arches. "NNOOHHOHAHAHAHAHAHASTOOPPAHAHPAHA" cried Jungle Womyn as her nylon feet were assaulted.
After several minutes the men tickling Jungle Womyn's nylon feet stopped, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Jungle Womyn was insanely ticklish, even more so with her special sheer tan pantyhose. "Ok Jungle broad, so now that we know you're ticklish, let's introduce you to the rest of our methods." Jungle Womyn panted, small beads of sweat starting to trickle from her forehead.
"PLEASE....NO....MO....MORE...PLEA...SEE....NO....NO" was all the Jungle Womyn could say as she breathed heavily.
"Are you kidding me bitch!?!" said one of the men. "That was nothing! We're going to torture your body so much you'll be begging us to do whatever we want you to. Just you wait!"
With that, one of them men produced a set of headphones connected to a nearby speaker system. Standing over Jungle Womyn, the man said "part of our method includes some mind control. We block out your sense of sight, and we replace your sense of hearing with this" as he placed the headphones over her ears. The man flipped a switch, and suddenly Jungle Womyn's head was filled with the sounds of tortuous laughter mixed with chaotic sexual sounds. She tried to resist, but the sound was so loud...so strong...with her vision gone, she was forced to listen.
Almost instantly Jungle Womyn felt a vibration in her hip area. Unknown to her, one of the men had taken a seat in between her spread nylon legs and began to work a corded vibrator on Jungle Womyn's lower region. Up and down, left and right, the man teased the heroine with the vibrator. Jungle Womyn tried to resist the urge, but the sounds ringing in her head made it impossible. After teasing her with the vibrator for several minutes, the man finally pushed it hard over her pantyhose-covered vagina, forcing Jungle Womyn to try and resist the urge to orgasm! Jungle Womyn let out an animalistic grunt as she pulled at her bonds, but they held firm. "RRRNNNRRRAAAANNNAANAA" belted out Jungle Womyn as she strained in the chair as the orgasm overcame her. She screamed in ecstasy, and then went slack into her bonds. Sweat poured from her entire body, as the man turned the vibrator off.
"Now that we've made you more comfortable, I think it's time to start the breaking process," one of the men said, as each of the men in the room took a position near Jungle Womyn's body. Jungle Womyn was screaming now..."GEEZUS...PLEEA....PLEASEE....DON'T....D....DO....THIS..." as each of the men, using their hands, began to tickle her entire body.
"GGAHHHAHAHNNONNOHOHOHOAAHAHAHAAHAPLLEEAAA" screamed Jungle Womyn as she instantly felt nearly a dozen hands tickling what seemed like every inch of her body. The men seated near her upper body were tickling her ribs and armpits...one man digging into her left armpit, while the other was tickling each rib on her right side, one by one. "STOPPAHAHAHANONAONOANOTTTHEERRRIBBSSSHAHAHA!!"
A man seated near her left nylon foot was alternating using his fingers scrabbling up and down, left and right, giving no mercy and not stopping even when his fingers became tired. Poking Jungle Womyn's arches and the ball on her left sheer tan pantyhose feet send Jungle Womyn's body into a spasm. "HAHAHANAONAONOTTATHEEAARRCCHESSHAHA!!" The man seated at her right nylon foot was using his mouth, his tongue and teeth biting at her pantyhose-encased toes. Each time he bit into a sensitive spot Jungle Womyn let out a wild cry "NNOOHHAHAHAHAHA!"
"HAHAHAHANOONONOTTTAAAAHTTTTHHHEEETTOOEESSSS!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn as the toes on her right pantyhose foot were tickled by the mans biting action. She was slowly being dissected by the tickling torture, her gorgeous size 8 ½ feet encased in sheer tan pantyhose receiving the brunt of the abuse, as several pairs of hands scrabbled dozens of fingers over them, sending Jungle Womyn into a maddening spiral of hysteria. "NOOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAPLLEEASSEEAHAHAHAHNONONO!!!" cried Jungle Womyn as her body was tormented.
The man seated in between her nylon legs started up the vibrator again, and began using it on Jungle Womyn, alternating between teasing her vagina and using it to tickle her knees and inner things. The recording continued to play the sounds of tortuous laughter in her ears as Jungle Womyn could do nothing but scream, beg, plead, laugh, and moan in forced ecstasy as the men slowly broke her will. Tears soaked through the blindfold, and sweat glistened over her entire body. Jungle Womyn begged for mercy that never came.
8:09 PM. The City - Southside Warehouse District. Three Days Later.
Jungle Womyn had been pushed near the brink of insanity with the constant around-the-clock tickle torture and forced orgasms. At first she tried to resist the orgasms, but slowly her willpower was fading, and each orgasm met with less resistance until, as it stood now, she almost didn't fight at all.
Tickle tortured all over her body, including heavily on her nylon feet, Jungle Womyn was nearly ready to be transported. The men had done some negotiating with several prospective clients in the last couple days. The usual bunch...a lonely sultan in the Middle East. A drug baron in South America. But the winning bid came from a group residing on the East Coast of the United States. In fact, when they learned it was Jungle Womyn, they doubled their offer immediately. Said they specialized in nylon tickling, but were vague to offer any more details.
Jungle Womyn was still strapped into that infernal device, and being tickle tortured by two men on both of her nylon feet when the rest of the men walked in the room. She had a red ball gag stuffed in her mouth, silencing her cries and muffling her forced laughter, and a blindfold covering her eyes. "MMMPPHHAHAHAHAHPMMPHAHAHAAHAPMAPHAHAHAHA!!"
The man motioned for the other men to stop tickling her, which they did. "Well Jungle Womyn, it looks like you'll be leaving us tonight. We've lined up a buyer for you, and they're sending someone to pick you up in a few hours. I still can't believe it, but you just made us six million dollars richer!" said the man. "Your new owners are really into nylons and tickling, so I think you'll work out for them just fine."
Jungle Womyn's heart sank when she heard that. For a brief moment, she thought maybe...just maybe...she would have an end to the tickling. But no such luck.
"In the meantime, I think we can keep you entertained...gentlemen" said the man as he called in several of the girls that worked in the club. In walked three women. A tall, thin Caucasian woman with long blonde hair. A short curvy Latina woman with dark curly hair. And a tall curvy Black woman with short black hair. "Ladies..." the man said. "This woman just joined our Club and she told me she has a role-play fantasy where she pretends she's Jungle Womyn and is captured and tickle tortured by several women!" said the man. "Her name is Holly, but she requested that you call her Jungle Womyn."
The three ladies looked at Jungle Womyn and then each other, smiling devilish little smiles as they took up positions. The Black woman sat at Jungle Womyn's right nylon foot. The blonde woman sat at Jungle Womyn's left nylon foot. And the Latina climbed up on top of Jungle Womyn and straddled her hips.
"Now remember ladies...this woman paid us a lot of money to make her fantasy come true, so whatever you do...DO NOT remove her gag or blindfold!" said the man. "She wants to be tickle tortured as Jungle Womyn, so feel free to verbally tease her and call her Jungle Womyn while you're tickle torturing her." Each of the three ladies began to position their fingers for the forthcoming tickle assault as the men walked out of the room.
As the last man walked out, he turned to face the ladies. "One last thing I forgot to mention ladies. Holly here requested that you dispense with the playful tickling and instead really let her have it! She said the more merciless you are the more enjoyment she'll get, so please show her no mercy."
With that, the man departed, leaving the three ladies standing over the now-quivering Jungle Womyn. She tried to scream through her gag... "MMPHHLPPEHHHEELLPPPMMMEEHHEMMEEEMEMEEHEEME!!" but the ladies just thought she was role-playing.
The Black woman began to feverishly scribble both hands up and down Jungle Womyn's right nylon foot, up and down, left and right. "GAHGHANNAHAHAHAHAHANONHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn! "Coochie coochie coo, Jungle Womyn" said the Black woman. "Does the poor little super heroine have super ticklish nylon feet!?! Aww poor baby, does it tickle right HERE" said the Black woman as she began to use her tongue to tickle in between Jungle Womyn's toes on her right nylon foot.
"FFPHHEEAHAHAHEHHEHFFEHHAHAHAHA!!" cried Jungle Womyn as the Black woman's tongue found sensitive areas in between her nylon-encased toes.
The blonde did the same thing, although her technique was to hold back the toes of Jungle Womyn's left sheer tan pantyhose foot while using her other hand to tickle Jungle Womyn's smooth nylon arch. "PLEENFEEENFEEPSSEEAHAHAHSAHAHAHHAHENHOHOHO!!" Jungle Womyn screamed into her ball gag.
"Aww, does the little bitty super heroine have little bitty ticklish tootsies," said the blonde as she drew her fingers up and down the nylon arch of Jungle Womyn's left foot. "Let mommy kiss it and make it all better," said the blonde in a mocking tone as she used her tongue to lick Jungle Womyn's sheer tan pantyhose left arch bottom to top.
"MMPHHAHAHASTOPPPAHAHAPHAHAPPHAHAHA!!" cried the once-proud heroine into her gag. The blonde just gave Jungle Womyn a smile and continued tickle torturing her sheer tan pantyhose soles. "Aww the little baby wants us to stop tickle-wickling her soft nylon feet," mocked the blonde as she tickled harder. "MMPHHAHAHAPAHAHAHA!!!."
"Just look at these little toes...so cutesy wootsie!" said the blonde in a mocking tone. "And what cute little toe rings...do you think they'll protect your ticklish little tootsies, my little ticklish baby!?" The blonde then concentrated on Jungle Womyn's toes, tickling in between, sending Jungle Womyn into more hysterics. "MMPPHAHOOHAHAHA!!"
Finally, the Latina who was straddling Jungle Womyn's waist dug her hands into her open armpits, causing Jungle Womyn to pull as hard as she could at her binds, which didn't budge. "AHAHAHAHAHAHANOANAHAONOAHANOAHAHAHAAHA!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn! "Oh does the big bad super heroine have ticklish armpits?" said the Latina with a mock baby voice. "How about her little ribs...does the little baby girl have ticklish ribs? Let's count them and find out!" said the Latina as she poked her fingers into Jungle Womyn's sides, stopping at each rib to count it verbally in a mocking tone.
"How about your little super duper belly button?" asked the Latina as she drilled a finger into it. "MMMPPHHHAAHA!!" cried Jungle Womyn.
"I think the little jungle baby wants us all to concentrate on tickling her little nylon tootsies, girls," said the Black woman. "I think she just LOVES it when her little pantyhose piggies are tickled," said the blonde in a super mocking fashion. The Latina stopped tickling Jungle Womyn's upper body and moved down to her feet. "Ok girls, you heard the guys...let's really give it to her!" said the Black woman. "I think we should all tickle the same foot at once!"
With that, all three ladies attacked Jungle Womyn's left sheer tan pantyhose foot with all their hands! Jungle Womyn shook her head as much as the head strap would allow and screamed an unholy scream into her gag: "MMPPHHAAAHAHAHAHANONOAHAHAHAHAHAANAHAHA!!!" as six hands and thirty fingers assaulted her poor nylon foot. Ten minutes of this and Jungle Womyn was on the verge of passing out, but the ladies showed her no mercy. After all, they believed Jungle Womyn was just a lifestyle customer paying to be tickle tortured.
Jungle Womyn's left sheer pantyhose foot twitched and danced until she was too exhausted to move it, at which time she just gave in to the torture, laughing and screaming under the ball gag. "MMPPHAHAHAHAHAHAMPMMPAHAHAHA!!!" The ladies were too busy enjoying torturing the poor heroine to even notice she stopped struggling, as they continued to torture every inch of her left nylon foot.
"Aww...the little baby-wabey didn't like having her left nylon foot tickle-wickled like that. I think her right nylon foot is lonely...c'mon girls, let's give it some attention" said the blonde as all three ladies turned their attention to Jungle Womyn's right sheer tan pantyhose foot. Without hesitation, they attacked her righ nylon foot with tickling, sending Jungle Womyn's body into giant spasms in the chair she had been strapped down to for the last several days. "MMPHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHANANAHA!!" screamed Jungle Womyn as her right tan pantyhose foot was tortured, from the ball to the arch to the toes, nothing was spared the torment. Every inch of her foot was explored with tickling fingers and licking tongues, which sent Jungle Womyn into agony.
Just as when her left nylon foot was assaulted by all three ladies, Jungle Womyn tried to squirm and dance her foot away from the three brutal ticklers, but after about five minutes her right sheer tan pantyhose foot just went slack and she gave in to the torture once again. "MMPPGHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" she screamed under the gag.
Sweat was dripping off Jungle Womyn's tortured body as the three ladies continued their merciless tickle assault on her nylon feet and body. Tears had now started to flow beneath the blindfold, which was soaked through. Her tan pantyhose feet received the worst of the torment, each nylon foot being tickled until it stopped squirming and just sat limp in the bonds as the tickling continued.
Over the next several hours Jungle Womyn had every inch of her sexy body tickled and teased by the three women. The three women rotated positions, each having several turns to tickle different parts of Jungle Womyn's body. Using their fingers and mouths, the women tortured Jungle Womyn's body for 3 hours and 42 minutes to be exact, until several men walked through the door.
"Ok ladies, I think Holly here had the time of her life. She's probably too exhausted to thank you right now, but we'll be sure to pass on her thanks to you later," said the man. "No worries at all," said the ladies in unison. "She was a trooper...only passed out four times, which is actually pretty good considering how we were letting her really have it!" said the blonde. All three ladies gave Jungle Womyn a kiss on the cheek before leaving. Jungle Womyn, exhausted beyond belief, chest heaving up and down, body dripping with sweat, didn't make a sound except the heavy sound of her breathing.
The men approached the broken body of Jungle Womyn, still wearing the blindfold and the red ball gag in her mouth. The floor around the chair she was strapped to was wet with perspiration, as was Jungle Womyn's body drenched in beads of sweat. One of the men removed Jungle Womyn's blindfold, and pulled the dripping gag out of her mouth. Jungle Womyn weakly licked her lips, as her eyes adjusted to the light.
"Your new owners are here Jungle Womyn," said the man who removed the gag. They were very vague about themselves, but did offer one piece of information...they belong to some type of group or organization. I'm sure they'll fill you in, seeing as you're their new plaything," said the man.
Jungle Womyn tried to speak but wasn't able to. All she could get out was "UUNNNHHHHNNNHHH." The men laughed at the once-proud heroine having been reduced to a nylon tickle slave, as one of the men produced a chloroform rag and placed it gently over Jungle Womyn's face. "MMPPPHHMHHPPHH!!!" cried Jungle Womyn softly as she slowly drifted off to sleep, her eyes rolling up and finally closing.
6:56 AM. The Capitol Beltway. Two Black Luxury SUV's In Transit.
The sun was just peeking over the horizon as two black SUV's sped down the road, one following the lead. In the lead SUV were two women, one driving, the other a passenger next to her. Both were strikingly beautiful. The driver was of Japanese origin, tall and slender, with flowing black hair and a hauntingly beautiful complexion. The passenger was of Irish origin, tall and muscular, with medium-length ruby red hair and a somewhat freckled complexion.
"I can't believe our luck in acquiring Jungle Womyn!" said the driver. "For years we've been tracking these super heroines, and to finally have one in our grasp...it's just amazing. I can't wait to play with her body," said the Japanese beauty. "I just can't believe those assholes tortured her so much...they KNOW we request our women to NOT be touched. That's OUR department," said the Irish women with a sadistic smile. "Don't worry...she's a true-to-life super heroine. I'm sure she has plenty of spirit left to be broken."
Lying in the back of the women's SUV, with her hands tied behind her back and her nylon feet tied together was the body of Jungle Womyn. A painters mask laced with chloroform had been placed over her nose and mouth, keeping her in a deep slumber during the trip to her new home, as the truck sped down the road. Even though she was in a deep sleep, Jungle Womyn's sheer tan pantyhose feet twitched a little when her subconscious overheard where her new home was to be. Something about a covenant.
The black, late-model Navigator sped down the highway to a destination known only to a select few. The truck obeyed all speed limits and rules of the road, as did the second black Navigator following several car lengths behind. Not for safeties-sake, but because it was transporting a very precious cargo: the sleeping body of Jungle Womyn, the beautiful heroine that was soon to become the latest nylon slave of the Nylon Covenant!
"How many miles left...what's the GPS say," said the driver of the lead SUV, a gorgeous Japanese woman wearing a white blouse and skirt. "About twenty-five miles Miko. We should be there within a half-hour...why do you ask," said the passenger, a sexy Irish woman in her late twenties wearing a navy blue professional pants-suit. "No reason, it just makes me nervous transporting such a high profile catch like Jungle Womyn. Know what I mean Michelle? The Covenant paid out over six-million dollars for her...until we have her in the facility and under lock and key, I'm going to be a bundle of nerves!" said Miko, nervousness in her voice.
"Seriously, don't worry about it babe," said Michelle. She's sleeping like a baby, so she's not going to give us any trouble. Besides, we've got an escort," said Michelle, turning her head slowly to look out the back window of the truck.
Trailing behind the girls' SUV was a second black Navigator, this one filled with two men. The driver, known only as Mr. Stark, was a bald gentleman in his early forties. Muscular and tall, he was known within the Nylon Covenant as "the enforcer." One of the longest-serving active members, Mr. Stark had been there from the beginning. He was feared by slave and member alike, and no one ever, ever crossed him.
Sitting next to Mr. Stark was Will, a young man in his early twenties. Puffy blonde hair and a thin build, Will was the newest member of the Covenant. Young and brash, he wasn't nearly as respected around the Covenant as Mr. Stark, but he was possibly more feared than him by the nylon slaves. Because of his age, Will had no remorse for his actions...he would often tickle torture a slave for hours and hours without mercy, just because he could. While other members would often feel some pity for the nylon slaves and grant the occasional merciful break, Will would keep going, pushing the captive further and further into their own tickle hell.
"I still don't know why they sent us out here to play nurse maid to those bitches in front of us!" said Will. "I could very-well be back at the facility right now having fun. They just brought in this pretty brunette divorce attorney that I want to play with. Apparently she represented the wife of a member and got a big settlement for her. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she's tied down to a table in nothing but sheer pantyhose, and the husband of the wife she represented walks in! Oh boy will she be shoc..." said Will as he was cut off mid-sentence...
... "Shut up and listen" said Mr. Stark. "First off, those bitches as you called them in the truck we're following FAR outrank you, you sniveling little shit!" said Stark, his voice dripping with rage. "The reason you're here on escort duty is for your ultimate fuck-up during our last collection expedition. Remember? The one where you single-handedly let the victim escape before you could get her back to the facility. You cost us a lot of money and embarrassment that day. We had to scramble several teams after her before she could reach the authorities and give them a description. Luckily for you we were able to re-capture her. But the message was clear...you're NOT ready to be a full-member yet. Which is why you're in this truck. So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes on that SUV!" screamed Stark.
Jungle Womyn slowly started to stir, lying in the cargo area of the SUV, the back seats folded down to allow more room. Her hands were tied together behind her back, and her nylon feet had been tied together at the ankles. Slowly she opened her eyes, making slight cooing sounds. "UUNNNGGHHH" she quietly said, her head moving from side to side.
"Well well, it looks like our little nylon princess is waking up prematurely. I guess I didn't use enough chloroform on that mask," said Michelle. "No worries, we're almost there...another twenty minutes. Why don't you crawl in back and keep our guest comfortable," said Miko. "Love to!" said Michelle, as she climbed over the center console and toward the back of the SUV, laying down next to Jungle Womyn.
The red-haired Irish beauty pulled the chloroform-laced painters mask away from Jungle Womyn's face, revealing her gorgeous facial features. Jungle Womyn's sight was starting to focus, as she stared at the woman laying next to her. "Plea...please," said Jungle Womyn, her voice low. "Please let me go...you can't do this."
Michelle gently ran her right hand over Jungle Womyn's right cheek, brushing her auburn hair away from her eyes. "Don't be afraid Jungle Womyn. You're in our hands now, and we'd never hurt you. We're going to take wonderful care of you, treat you like the beautiful flower that you are," said Michelle, her voice dripping with both sincerity and excitement.
"Please...no more chloroform...no more tickling," said Jungle Womyn, slowly pulling at her bonds. Hearing this, Michelle just smiled at her, as she removed her high heel shoes, revealing a perfect set of size 7 off-black pantyhose feet, toes painted in red. "You're a woman...please...we have a common bond. You can't do this to me...PLEASE!" Jungle Womyn said, emphasizing the last word.
Michelle used her left hand to grab hold gently Jungle Womyn's long auburn-colored hair, and slowly pulled her head back. Moving her face close in to Jungle Womyn's... "I am a woman, and yes we do share a bond. You're my nylon slave, and I'm one of your many new masters," said Michelle, her tone getting a little stronger. "Just wait...plea..." said Jungle Womyn, but her sentence was cut short as Michelle unexpectedly kissed her on the lips, her tongue trying to explore the inside of Jungle Womyn's mouth! Jungle Womyn was caught off guard by this, as Michelle continued to press her mouth down onto Jungle Womyn's in a passionate embrace, her right hand squeezing the left breast of Jungle Womyn through her leopard-print top. Jungle Womyn tried to pull away, but Michelle held her fast.
"I think she likes you," said Miko with a laugh, looking in the rear-view mirror. After nearly a minute, Michelle pulled away, leaving Jungle Womyn gasping, trying to spit. "PGHGLLEEAGH!" screamed Jungle Womyn, shaking her head. "Get away from me you freak! You're sick and you need help...don't touch me!" screamed Jungle Womyn, pulling at her bonds even harder.
"C'mon now baby, you know you liked it," said Michelle. "I could feel you resisting less and less...maybe you're a closet lesbian and you don't even know it!" said Michelle with a laugh. "I'll bet she is!" said Miko. Glancing in the rear-view, Miko secretly wished she was the one playing with Jungle Womyn. "All in good time," she thought to herself. "You know what," said Miko... "I think she's really depressed. We've got about fifteen-twenty minutes before we arrive. Why don't you cheer her up a bit, Michelle."
"You read my mind," replied Michelle. With that, a look of utter horror fell upon Jungle Womyn's face, as she understood what was about to happen. "PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT TICKLING!!" screamed Jungle Womyn in a tone heavy with fear. "Aww...is poor little jungle princess afraid of a little tickle-wickle," said Michelle in an incredibly mocking baby voice.
With that, Michelle plunged her hands into Jungle Womyn's exposed and vulnerable sides, feverishly tickling her ribs as Jungle Womyn screamed. "NOOHAHAHAHAHSTOPPPAHAHAHAHAGGOODDDNNNOOOHOHOHAHA!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn as Michelle's fingers poked, prodded, and found each ticklish rib, one by one. "Is our sexy little nylon slave a big ol' ticklish baby-waby," mocked Michelle.
Jungle Womyn squirmed all around the cargo area of the SUV, kicking her bound nylon feet, trying to escape Michelle's exploring fingers. "Aww the poor ticklish super duper hero is just a little ticklish baby," said Michelle with a sinister smile developing. "GGGHAADDDAAANOOHOHOHOHAHAHAPPPLEEAASHAHA!!!" was all the Jungle Womyn could scream as Michelle straddled her waist, scrabbling her fingers all over Jungle Womyn's stomach.
"I can't be sure, but I think I heard her say she wants you to tickle her nylon feet!" said Miko loudly, her voice fighting with Jungle Womyn's screams. "HAHAHNOOOHHOHAHOAHAHAHANNOTTTMMYYHYHYAAHAFFEEEEE!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn as Michelle continued her tickle assault on her ticklish tummy.
"Sounds good to me," said Michelle. She stopped tickling Jungle Womyn's upper body and slid herself off from the straddle position. After only a few minutes Jungle Womyn was already wrecked, sweat glistening off her entire body, beads forming and pouring down her face, her throat hoarse from the laughter. With one fluid motion, Michelle rolled Jungle Womyn over onto her stomach. Jungle Womyn tried to protest, but in her weakened condition didn't put up much of a fight.
Michelle admired the view: Jungle Womyn's leopard-print thong panties perfectly accentuated her sheer tan pantyhose-covered ass. "What a cute little behind she has Miko!" said Michelle. "So nice and firm...I just want to GRAB IT!" Michelle said as she dug both her hands into Jungle Womyn's pantyhose-encased bottom. "NOOHAHHAHAAHAHAHA!!" screamed Jungle Womyn as Michelle's fingers tickled her ass. "Miko, would you believe it...even her ass is ticklish! Must be these pantyhose...I wonder if the nylons make the back of knees ticklish too!" said Michelle as she started to run her wiggling fingers down the backs of Jungle Womyn's sheer tan pantyhose legs.
"HAHAHAHANANAHONNOOAHOHOHAHAHAHASTOOOPPPAHAHA!!!" scream Jungle Womyn as Michelle scribbled her fingers up and down Jungle Womyn's pantyhose-covered thighs, the smooth pantyhose letting her fingers glide effortlessly from Jungle Womyn's knees to her ass and back. "Yep...she's ticklish anywhere the nylons are!" said Michelle. "Oh my God...we TOTALLY need to encase her entire body in sheer pantyhose back at the Covenant!" said Miko with a devilish smile. "Can you imagine how tortuous it would be for her?!? I'm getting hot just dreaming about it" said Michelle.
"You know Miko, with her hands tied behind her back like this, and her feet tied together, our little jungle princess could do for a nice hogtie tickling, don't you agree," said Michelle with a wicked smile. "Absolutely...grab some rope out of the center console to connect her hands and feet. But don't wear her out too much...save a little bit for me later," said Miko.
"NNNOOOOOOO!!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn upon hearing this. "Please don't tickle my nylon feet...I can't take it...I'll die!" Michelle had just finished connecting the ropes into a perfect hogtie, as she looked down upon the utterly helpless heroine. "Oh don't be so dramatic!" said Michelle. "You would be shocked to learn how much nylon tickle torture you can take before you die. Trust us...we have first hand knowledge!" said Michelle in a serious tone that frightened Jungle Womyn.
"Oh my God Miko...would you just LOOK at these perfect NYLON FEET," said Michelle, emphasizing certain words. "They're just gorgeous...what's your secret girl? You must really pamper them!" said Michelle. Jungle Womyn just closed her eyes and tried to find a happy place in her mind, for she knew what was coming.
"AHAHAANAHAHANOOHHHHAOAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn as she felt ten fingers dig into her sheer tan pantyhose arches on both nylon feet! "NNOOHOHAAOAHAHHOHOHAHAHSTTOOPPPAAAHHAHA" she screamed, as Michelle's fingers scribbled and scrabbled all over Jungle Womyn's perfect nylon feet. Up and down, left and right, the fingers explored every nook and cranny. Jungle Womyn swung her head from side to side, droplets of sweat flying off her face. "HHAAHHAHAHGGGOODDDDHAHAHAANNANAHHAHA!!!" she screamed.
"Oh my you weren't kidding...you're sheer nylon feet ARE incredibly ticklish, aren't they!" said Michelle, surprised at the reaction she was getting. "So soft and smooth, I just want to run my fingers up and down them FOREVER," said Michelle, emphasizing the last word, making Jungle Womyn scream even harder. "HHAHANANONONOANAHAHAHAHAHOHOHAHAHAHASSTTTAPPPPAHA!!"
Michelle pulled back Jungle Womyn's nylon toes on her left foot, and with her free hand began drawing figure eights up and down Jungle Womyn's smooth arches, sending her into a state of hysterical panic. "NNOOTTTAAMMYYHIIIAARRCCHHEESSHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn as her delicate nylon arch on her left sheer tan pantyhose foot was tickle tortured.
This went on for several minutes, until Michelle stopped drawing with her finger. Jungle Womyn lay in the strict hogtie, panting, breathing heavy, gasping for breath. "No....no....mmrrr.....moorrr....more....ppllle....pleea....please...ccnn...canntt...takkee....mmu...moo...morr...." Jungle Womyn struggled to say, her sweat-drenched body twitching.
"Damn girl...almost broken and it's been what...ten minutes?" said Michelle. "Yep, just about ten minutes," said Miko, looking at the clock on the radio. "Pathetic." Michelle then used her left hand to grasp Jungle Womyn's right nylon foot, holding it tight. "What about your toesie-woesies?" asked Michelle. "Are they tickle-wicklish too?" she continued in a mocking tone.
Jungle Womyn didn't even have time to make a reply as she felt Michelle's right hand dig into her pantyhose-covered toes on her right nylon foot! "NNHOOOHAHAHNNOTTTAHHAAHATHTHEETOOEESSSSSSAHAHA!!!" screamed Jungle Womyn in a raw, almost animalistic fashion. "SSTOOPPAAHAHAHAHAGGGOODDDHHAHAHA" Jungle Womyn continued, laughing and screaming and praying for a quick death in her mind....anything to stop the tickling.
Michelle continued tickling Jungle Womyn's pantyhose toes on her right nylon foot for several minutes, until she decided to give the utterly defeated and exhausted heroine a brief moment of respite. Jungle Womyn was near passing out, her head starting to spin from lack of oxygen caused by all the laughter. "What's wrong Michelle, I was just beginning to really enjoy her laughter...such a cute laugh she has!" said Miko.
"The Covenant is only a few blocks up...I think we should give her a rest. We don't want her showing up frazzled and haggard-looking, now do we," said Michelle. "You're right," replied Miko.
Michelle then moved her off-black pantyhose covered left foot up into Jungle Womyn's face as she lay in the hogtie, unable to move. "Ok princess, I want you to worship my nylon feet until we arrive at your new home. Do a good job and maybe...just maybe...I'll put in a good word for you with the others about how much of a cooperative nylon slave you are," said Michelle.
Jungle Womyn was far too exhausted to protest, as her head was spinning from all the tickling. "Yess....anythi....jjuss....tt....nnoo...mmmrr...oorree...tickk" was all that Jungle Womyn could muster. Jungle Womyn opened her mouth and readily accepted Michelle's pantyhose foot into her mouth, sucking, kissing, and worshiping. "Use your tongue!" said Michelle in a forceful tone. Jungle Womyn began using her tongue to lick from bottom to top Michelle's left sheer off-black pantyhose foot. "Now the other one," said Michelle, propping her right nylon foot into Jungle Womyn's face. Jungle Womyn repeated the process, licking from bottom to top Michelle's sheer pantyhose foot.
Jungle Womyn had been turned into a nylon foot slut, but anything was better than being tickle tortured. Jungle Womyn nibbled on Michelle's black sheer pantyhose feet, as Michelle alternated her left and right every few seconds.
"Such a good girl," said Michelle. "I think I'll do the same with your sexy sheer pantyhose feet," said Michelle as she began using her tongue to lick Jungle Womyn's sheer tan pantyhose feet, from the balls to the arches to the toes, stopping to plunge her tongue in between each toe. "NNHOOAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Jungle Womyn briefly screamed as Michelle's tongue tickled her nylon toes. "Oh hush, you know you like this" said Michelle as she continued licking Jungle Womyn's sweat-glistened sheer tan pantyhose soles.
Suddenly lights appeared in the distance, as a large, castle-like manor came into view. "You better get up here, we've arrived" said Miko. Michelle stopped licking Jungle Womyn's nylon soles and crawled up next to her, her face inches away from Jungle Womyn's.
"You know, I really LOVE how your nylon feet taste after I've tickle tortured them. We'll have to do this again," said Michelle as she kissed Jungle Womyn on her cheek, before crawling back up into the front passenger seat next to Miko.
Tears were beginning to well up in Jungle Womyn's eyes, as she anticipated what they had in store for her. Closing her eyes, a single tear rolled down her cheek, as her mind swirled with a thousand thoughts of what ticklish horrors lay in store.
As Joanna pushed the medical gurney, carrying the limp body of Jungle Womyn, down the darkened hallway within the Manor house, she couldn’t help but admire the heroine’s exquisitely-built body. Jungle Womyn was clearly an older woman, but due to her rigorous training regimen, she had the body of a woman half her age. “Amazing,” Joanna said aloud, as she continued to push the gurney. “With all the women I see come through here, I’d have to say your body has them all beat,” she continued. “I think that’ll be one of my first questions for you. Just how DO you manage to keep your body in such great condition?” said Joanna, as she arrived at her destination.
Joanna pushed the button on the wall to bring the elevator. For ease of transportation and movement, the Nylon Covenant had installed several large cargo elevators within the manor. With a ring, the silver double-doors of the elevator opened, and Joanna grunted as she pushed the gurney inside. The manor house that stood above the Nylon Covenant facility was three stories, and thus the panel inside the elevator had choices for each floor. Joanna produced an electronic swipe card from her nurse’s uniform pocket, and swiped the card over an innocuous-looking reader just below the main button panel. With an electronic “WOOSH,” the button panel suddenly shifted to the side, revealing another button panel behind it! This panel had but one button, unmarked, directly in the center. With a smile, Joanna pushed the button, as the double-doors closed.
“You’re on your way honey,” Joanna said to the sleeping Jungle Womyn, caressing the heroine’s forehead with her hand. “Stark said he wanted me to bring you to the Happy Room to begin working on breaking your spirit and resolve. But your outfit is smelling pretty rank…I can smell it from here!” said Joanna, as she got a whiff of the smell emanating from Jungle Womyn’s costume. “Smells like perspiration and cum…two smells I’m VERY familiar with,” she continued, using her fingers to explore Jungle Womyn’s face. “I can only imagine what those fucking animals who sold you to us put you through,” said Joanna, her voice showing a slight bit of remorse. “Of course,” she continued, her voice suddenly becoming more sinister, “thinking about it also gets me fucking hot!" as she touched her breasts. Joanna ran her hands down Jungle Womyn's sheer tan pantyhose legs, noticing all the cum and sweat stains. "Just look at these nylons," she exclaimed with delight. "Someone had fun."
With an audible “BING,” the silver double-doors opened, revealing the main floor of the Nylon Covenant facility. Joanna pushed the gurney out of the elevator, and straight ahead down the long hallway, toward a set of large steel doors. Outside the doors were two finely-groomed men in tailored black suits, complete with earpieces. As Joanna approached with the gurney, one of the men spoke. “Miss Crawford, Mr. Stark called ahead and instructed us to make sure this slave reached the Happy Room,” said the man. “I understand that,” said Joanna, continuing, “but she smells like a fucking whore off the street, and I’m bringing her to the Clean Room first.” “Who cares, she’s just going to end up smelling like shit again after spending time in the Happy Room, so what does it matter,” said the man, irritated. “Listen fuck-stick, you don’t give the orders around here…I FUCKING DO!” said Joanna, raising her voice. “I’m having her cleaned up, and that’s the end of the conversation. Now get the FUCK out of my way.”
Moments later, Joanna was pushing the gurney past the guards and the steel doors, and was now entering the main level of the facility. Various steel doors lined the hallway left and right. Some led to conference rooms where Covenant members dealt with business matters. Others led to holding cells, where newly-arrived slaves were held. Yet others still led to the various Play Rooms, where every conceivable type of bondage and torture equipment was to be found. But Joanna was on a mission, as she bypassed the other rooms, including the Happy Room, as she continued down the hallway, making turns when necessary.
“Ah, here we are,” said Joanna, stopping the gurney outside a set of black double-doors. A small placard hung next to the doors, with the words “Clean Room” on it. Joanna once more took out her swipe card, and swiped it in front of the electronic reader that hung on the wall just underneath the placard. With a “BEEP,” the doors suddenly opened into the room, revealing a room roughly 30’ by 60’. There was a wall of glass running down the center of the room, separating it into two 30’x30’ sections. Joanna pushed the gurney into the room, entering the first section. The walls of this room were painted in a light pink and lavender color scheme. The floor was bathed in an expensive-looking plush white carpet. Scattered about the room were a half-dozen makeup and beauty stations, complete with assortments of hair care, makeup, and dozens of other beauty products. Each beauty station included a padded recliner chair, which one would mistake for a salon chair, save for the wrist and ankle straps.
“Slow day?” said Joanna, as she entered the room. “Yeah babe, kind of a ghost town right now,” said a pretty Japanese woman in her early twenties, with long black hair, wearing pink doctors scrubs with sheer white pantyhose underneath, as she sat at one of the stations, her small nylon feet propped up on the legs of the struggling woman restrained in the recliner chair. “It’s only me down here; the other girls are out to lunch. This one…” the Asian girl continued, pointing at the struggling woman tied in the chair, “she was just brought in and is a mess, so I’m fixing up her makeup and nails.” Strapped into the chair by her wrists and ankles was a naked blonde woman, with short curly blonde hair, and a bright red ball gag stuffed in her mouth. “Who is she?” asked Joanna. “Oh…they gave me her pedigree right here. Let’s see…looks like her name is Tiffany. Thirty years old. Says here that she’s an attorney,” said the Asian girl.
Joanna walked over to the tied, struggling blonde woman, as she grabbed her by the hair. “Isn’t it ironic…you spend your whole life fucking over people, and now you’re here with us, about to spend the rest of your life BEING fucked over,” said Joanna, emphasizing her words as she pulled on the woman’s hair. “FFVVUCCK VVVUU!!!” screamed the woman from underneath the ball gag, her words distorted. “That’s the spirit, honey. You keep up the good fight. After a few days of tickle torture and a couple hundred forced orgasms, I guarantee you’ll feel differently. And DON’T think I won’t be stopping in to ‘visit’ you later,” Joanna continued, her evil sinister smile returning.
“So what’s up boss,” said the Asian girl. “Who ya’ got over on the gurney,” the Asian asked, peering over Joanna’s shoulder. “The one you’ve probably heard rumors about, my dear,” said Joanna. “Jungle Womyn has arrived!” she continued, her voice excited. “Holy shit, you mean she’s here!?!” said the Asian girl, jumping out of her seat. “That’s right. Stark wants her in one of the Happy Rooms right away to break her spirit, but the fuckers that sold her to us really did a number on her, so I want to clean her up,” said Joanna. “Fuck this bitch here, I want you and the girls to make Jungle Womyn a priority,” said Joanna, giving Tiffany an icy look. “FFVVUCCKK VVUUU, VUUU CCVUNNTT!!” screamed Tiffany. Joanna looked Tiffany dead in the eyes, moving her face inches away from the restrained woman’s, as she said, “Just for that, when they’re done with you here, you’re going to find out just how much of a **** I am, BITCH!” Tiffany’s demeanor suddenly grew from angered to frighten.
“So you understand? The girls get back, I want you all to work on Jungle Womyn and get her cleaned up and then brought to whatever Happy Room isn’t being used and get her started on the treatment. “No problem boss,” said the Asian girl. “Oh,” Joanna continued as she walked out of the room, “text me on my cell when Tiffany is cleaned up and in one of the Play Rooms. We need to have a little girl chat,” Joanna said, winking at Tiffany as she departed.
A Half-Hour Later…The Clean Room
While the first half the room was dedicated to the beauty stations and resembled a salon, the second half, enclosed behind a wall of glass that ran the width of the room, with a pair of double glass doors in the center leading into it, resembled a high end shower facility. The room had three walls, each with dozens of racks filled with towels, clothing, bath and beauty products, and a host of other items. Nearer the center of the room, several old-style claw-foot bathtubs with golden plumbing fixtures, dominated the room. Also dotted around the room were several golden shower heads protruding down from the ceiling, with nearby manacles hanging alongside. Bound and hanging in one of those sets of golden manacles with a showerhead directly above her was the limp body of Jungle Womyn. The proud heroine hung limply by her wrists, her suntan pantyhose feet flat on the floor. The room was deathly silent, save for the occasional water drip.
Back from lunch, the double glass doors separating the Clean Room suddenly opened, in walking six Asian women of various ages ranging from early twenties to early thirties, all wearing pink scrubs. “Oh my God, I can’t believe we get to attend to such a superstar,” said one of the Asian girls, in a mocking tone, as the six ladies surrounded the sleepy hanging heroine. “Ooh…Jungle Womyn, big bad super heroine!” said another, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “More like our little bitch,” said yet another woman. All six of the Asian women suddenly developed smirks on their faces, looking at each other. “Joanna said we had to clean her up and make her look pretty. But she didn’t say we couldn’t have some fun with her, did she?” said one of the Asian girls to the Asian woman Joanna had talked to earlier. “Nope. Let’s do it,” she replied, a smile growing across her face.
The six Asians then began slowly pulling Jungle Womyn’s clothing off. First they removed her sweat-stained top, exposing her large size-D breasts. With her breasts freed, two of the Asian women started groping and molesting them, using their tongues and mouths to suck Jungle Womyn’s nipples. Several other of the ladies began to pull down Jungle Womyn’s cum-stained thong, getting it down by her ankles, taking it off. Those same ladies now began to massage and explore Jungle Womyn’s pantyhose-covered pussy with their hands, rubbing in between her legs, glancing up at Jungle Womyn’s face while they molested her sleeping body. The sensations began to wake Jungle Womyn, who started to moan slightly. The women working her pussy glanced up at her, smiling that their efforts were having an effect on the heroine.
“Whhuuhuh,” said Jungle Womyn, meekly, as she moved her head side-to-side, opening her eyes the first time since being in the back of the SUV. “Wakey wakey Jungle Womyn,” said one of the Asians, as they continued to molest her breasts and pussy. “Whuunnnuuhh…hey…HEY!!!” Jungle Womyn screamed, as she suddenly came into consciousness. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?! Stop that right NOW! GET THE HELL OFF ME!!” she screamed, as the Asian women continued their work. One of the Asian women sucking on her breasts suddenly stopped, and using her hand, hand-smothered Jungle Womyn. “Listen bitch, you belong to the Nylon Covenant now. You’re our property, and you’ll do and say what we tell you. Got it?” she said. “SSCCRRWWVVUUU UUVVVV!!!” screamed Jungle Womyn from underneath the hand-gagging. Immediately one of the Asian ladies smacked Jungle Womyn’s suntan pantyhose-covered ass incredibly hard, causing Jungle Womyn to yelp in pain. “I think the bitch needs to learn her place,” said the Asian, as she looked at the other ladies, all of whom nodded in agreement.
As Jungle Womyn stood naked in only her cum and sweat-stained suntan pantyhose with her arms bound above her head in golden manacles, the ladies suddenly moved away from her body. One lady walked over to the wall and pushed a button. Suddenly the manacles holding Jungle Womyn’s wrists began to raise. Jungle Womyn struggled, but was soon pulled up several inches, her nylon toes just barely touching the floor. Another lady walked over to the adjacent wall, turning a knob. Suddenly the shower head above Jungle Womyn started pouring water down on her, soaking her hair, and then her entire body, causing her suntan pantyhose to quickly darken in color. Jungle Womyn struggled, shaking her head side-to-side, spraying water everywhere. “YOU BITCHES WANT TO TEACH ME A LESSON!?!” said Jungle Womyn, screaming at them as the water poured down on her. “I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU ALL, YOU EVIL LESBIANS. RELEASE ME NOW, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL KICK ALL YOUR ASSES,” screamed Jungle Womyn, reading herself as best she could to fight off these ladies.
“Well, you were right about one thing,” said one of the Asian ladies. “We’re all lesbians. Unfortunately for you, we also LOVE a challenge. Rest assured, we’re going to FUCK you, it’s only a matter of time. Might as well make it easy on yourself and not fight us. You do that, and we’ll be gentle. You fight us, and BITCH…we’ll tickle torture your body so much you’ll BEG us to FUCK YOU,” said the Asian woman. Being true to her spirit and personality of never giving up, Jungle Womyn could only think of one thing to say. “Bring it, bitches.”
Like a pack of wolves, the pink scrubs-wearing six Asian ladies circled Jungle Womyn, who was trying to balance herself on her nylon toes, as the water continued to pour down on her head, obscuring her vision slightly. Her pantyhose toes were slipping on the wet floor, making it hard for her to maintain balance. Jungle Womyn could only turn her body so much before the manacles prevented further turning, so she quickly had to readjust herself so that she didn’t have too many ladies behind her. The Asians continued to circle her, menacing smiles on their faces. Some of them made tickling gestures in the air with their fingers, as if teasing Jungle Womyn about what was to come. As if in unison, the six Asian ladies lunged at the hanging Jungle Womyn. Using her super heroine reflexes, Jungle Womyn kicked up her legs, catching two of the Asian girls in their faces with kicks from each leg, sending them flying backwards. Instantly, Jungle Womyn switched her position and using her legs, caught another woman around the head with a head scissors, squeezing the woman. Unfortunately, this left Jungle Womyn open to the three remaining Asian ladies, who started tickling Jungle Womyn’s body!
Two of them went directly on each of her sides, using their hands to feverishly tickle torture Jungle Womyn’s ribs and underarms, while the third woman went to Jungle Womyn’s suntan pantyhose feet, tickle torturing them, her fingers scrabbling up and down Jungle Womyn’s silky-smooth nylon soles. “COOCHIE COOCHIE COO, JUNGLE ****” said one of the ladies tickling her ribs. Jungle Womyn gritted her teeth and had a pained expression on her face as she tried to block out the tickling sensations on her body. If only she could knock out this woman in the head scissors, her chances would be greater to deal with the others. “NNUUGHGH!!!” Jungle Womyn let slip from her mouth, as she gritted her teeth harder. “TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE, ARE THOSE BIG SIZE 8 NYLON FEET TICKLE WICKLE ISH!?!” said the Asian tickling her feet. The Asians on either side continued torturing Jungle Womyn’s ribs and underarms, scribbling their fingers up and down her sides, poking her in the belly button, scrabbling their fingers deep in her armpits. "AWW...DOES THE PANTYHOSE MAKE LITTLE JUNGLE PRINCESS' FEET TICKLE WICKLE-LISH!?!" teased lady tickling her feet, as she used both hands to scrabble all over Jungle Womyn's nylon soles.
“NNHOOUUNNGH!!!” let slip Jungle Womyn, as the tickling was breaking down her will to not laugh. Suddenly she felt the woman in between her legs go limp, as she released her head scissors hold. With her legs free, Jungle Womyn kicked away the Asian woman tickling her feet, getting some relief for a moment. Unfortunately for Jungle Womyn, the two Asian women tickling her ribs were too close to her for her to use her legs, as they continued to tickle torture her. Recovering from the kicks they received earlier, the two Asian ladies rushed to Jungle Womyn, and before she could react, all four women were tickle torturing her! “TICKLE TICKLE MY LITTLE TICKLE SLAVE! YOU SHOULD HAVE LET US HAVE OUR WAY WITH YOU WITHOUT FIGHTING. NOW WE’RE GOING TO NOT ONLY TICKLE TORTURE YOU, WE’RE GOING TO FUCK YOU ANYWAY!” said one of the ladies, as four Asian women used their fingers all over Jungle Womyn’s upper body. Several pairs of hands tickled her armpits, her ribs, and hips at the same time, as Jungle Womyn shook violently, her head shaking back-and-forth, the tickling sensations too much for her.
The woman that had been tickling her feet and was kicked away was tending to the passed out lady on the floor, gently slapping her face to wake her. She woke with a disoriented look on her face, but glancing up at the tickle torturing taking place, quickly grew a smile. “You want in?” asked the lady tending to her. “I want to hear her laugh,” said the recovered woman. With that, she stood up, and all six Asian ladies attacked Jungle Womyn’s body with their tickling fingers. “I THINK SHE LIKES IT, LOOK AT THAT BIG SMILE FORMING ON HER TICKLISH LITTLE FACE,” said one of the women, without missing a beat as she tickled Jungle Womyn’s hips. “YOU’RE RIGHT, I THINK SHE LOVES IT. TRY HER FEET,” said another. With that, several of the women began grasping onto Jungle Womyn’s wet pantyhose legs, lifting them up and holding them in place, as yet other ladies went to her nylon feet. Peeling back the nylon-covered toes on each foot, the Asian ladies scrabbled their fingers up and down Jungle Womyn’s now-dark colored pantyhose soles.
The water continued to pour down on Jungle Womyn, soaking everyone, as the Asians continued their tickle torture of her entire body. At about the five minute mark, it became too much for Jungle Womyn, who could grit her teeth and bare it no longer. “PLEEASE NO MORE TICKL….TICKLLI…TEEHEHEEHAHAHAHAHASTOOPAPAHAHA!!!” screamed Jungle Womyn, the sensations too much for her. “NOOHOHOHAHAHSTOPPAHAHAPPLEEASEEAHAHAANNYTHIN GGG” she screamed, the tickling sensations weakening her. “GOODDDNNNOOOMORREEEAAHAHAMMEERRCCCYYHAHAHA!! !” was all that she could scream, in between the fits of forced laughter. The Asians continued tickling her body, switching positions every few minutes so each could torture a different part of her body, giving her no respite. “AWW…IS THE JUNGLE SLUT TICKLISH??? IS IT TOO MUCH FOR THE BIG STRONG WOMAN TO HANDLE??? SAY YOU’RE A TICKLISH LITTLE GIRL. SAY IT,” one of the women teased Jungle Womyn.
“SAY YOU’RE A TICKLISH LITTLE SLUT, OR WE’LL NEVER STOP TICKLING YOUR TICKLISH LITTLE BODY. TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE,” continued the Asian lady, clearly enjoying torturing Jungle Womyn’s body. “AHHH…COOCHIE COO, DOES JUNGLE WOMYN HAVE LITTLE TICKLISH SOLES,” said one of the ladies running her fingers up and down Jungle Womyn’s pantyhose feet. “PLEASEEHAHAHAANYTTHINGGGGMMMHHEERRRCCYYHAHAH A!!!” screamed Jungle Womyn, the prolonged tickling wearing her body down. “WE’RE NOT STOPPING EVER, JUNGLE BITCH. WE’RE GOING TO TICKLE YOUR TICKLISH BODY UNTIL YOU’RE ON THE VERGE OF PASSING OUT. BUT WE’RE NOT GOING TO LET YOU PASS OUT. WE’RE GOING TO KEEP TICKLING UNTIL YOU GO INSANE!” said one of the women tickling her belly button. “NOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” was all that Jungle Womyn could scream, as the Asian’s did their job to perfection.
Another ten minutes passed, and Jungle Womyn was in hysterics, her voice hoarse from laughter. The Asian ladies had discovered that Jungle Womyn was most ticklish on her nylon feet, so all six of them had position themselves in that regard. Two ladies were holding each leg stationary, while the other two ladies were busy scrabbling their fingers up and down Jungle Womyn’s pantyhose soles, in between her nylon toes, her heels, her arches, the tops of her nylon feet, and everywhere in between. “NNNOOHHAHAHAHANNOOTTYYYYOUURRTONGGUUEE!!!” screamed Jungle Womyn as she felt both ladies using their tongues to explore her suntan pantyhose toes. The ladies traded positions every few minutes, giving Jungle Womyn no relief or rest, as she now feel into silent laughter. No longer able to control herself, Jungle Womyn pissed herself from the non-stop tickle torture, unable to control her body. As the water poured down on her head, Jungle Womyn could only think of the laughter, as she screamed and begged for mercy.
“These pantyhose are pretty beat-up…let’s tear them off. Besides, I want to play with her pussy,” said one of the ladies. Like a flock of birds thinking as one, the ladies immediately tore into Jungle Womyn’s suntan pantyhose, tearing them off her completely, leaving her completely naked, hanging by her wrists. One of the Asian ladies took Jungle Womyn by her chin, who was too exhausted at this point to pull away. Looking into her eyes, the woman said, “But before we FUCK you, I think you need some more tickling!” The six ladies all smiled, as Jungle Womyn grew a panicked look on her face. With the ladies holding her legs firm, Jungle Womyn’s bare feet were now exposed, as the two Asian ladies went back to work scrabbling their fingers up and down Jungle Womyn’s now-bare soles, causing more fits of screaming, laughter, and begging. “GGOODDNNOOAHOAHAHANNOTTAAHAHAHSSSOLLESSS!!!” Jungle Womyn screamed in horror, as her bare soles were ravaged with more tickle torture.
2 Hours Later. The Clean Room.
Jungle Womyn hung limply from the golden manacles in the shower area where she had been tickle tortured for the last couple hours. She had passed out at least twice - the first time the Asian ladies woke her up immediately and continued their tickle torture, as well as going down on her and inducing three separate forced orgasms with their tongues and fingers. The second time, they decided she’d had enough for the time being, and let her sleep. Jungle Womyn hung by her wrists, her bare toes barely touching the floor. As she hung passed out, one of the Asian ladies was busy washing her hair, using various shampoos and conditioners, as well as body wash on Jungle Womyn’s body. Jungle Womyn remained asleep throughout the process, her body too exhausted to wake her up, only letting out the occasional faint moan. Ten minutes later, Jungle Womyn was completely clean, as several of the women began using towels to dry her hanging body. “She cleans up good,” said one of the Asians. “You can hardly even tell we just tickled the shit out of her body for the last couple hours!” she continued. “Ok, looks like she’s all clean and dry. Take her down and move her over to one of the stations so we can fix her hair, nails and makeup and get this bitch looking like the superstar she is,” said one of the ladies.
Several Hours Later. The Clean Room.
Jungle Womyn began to stir. She felt like she was laying down on something soft, as she slowly opened her eyes. Then it hit her: she was strapped down into some type of reclining chair. Each ankle was bound in a leather strap, fastened to the chair. Her arms lay by her sides, each wrist bound in a leather strap just like her ankles. She was laying in a reclined position, her arms by her sides, her legs outstretched, almost laying in a horizontal position. She tried to move her head, but couldn’t, as she realized she had a leather strap running across her forehead, pinning her head down. “Welcome sunshine,” said one of the Asian ladies, whom Jungle Womyn recognized as the one she had put in a head scissor earlier. “Oh…sorry about the head restraint. Don’t want you messing up my makeup and hair job,” said the Asian lady with a smirk.
Jungle Womyn glanced down at her body, and was shocked to see the work that had been done while she was sleeping. She was completely naked, except for a fresh pair of ultra sheer suntan pantyhose that had been put on her. Her toes had been painted a glossy fire-engine red, as had her finger nails. “Here, take a look,” said the Asian lady, holding up a mirror in front of Jungle Womyn. Jungle Womyn looked at herself, and for a brief moment didn’t know what to say. She looked beautiful. Beyond beautiful. One of the women who had just spent hours torturing her body had styled her makeup and hair in a gorgeous fashion. Her auburn-colored hair draped down, smelling fresh-cut flowers. Her makeup was flawless. Jungle Womyn just laid there with a stunned expression on her face.
“Please. Enough is enough. Just let me go. You need help, you’re sick. You’re all so very sick. Please…just let me go,” said Jungle Womyn, the slightest hint of a tear welling up in her eyes. “Please.” The Asian lady just smiled back at her. “Do you think you’re the first woman I’ve had in this chair that’s said that to me? You’re a smart super heroine, right? I’ve had hundreds and hundreds of women tied in this very chair, say the exact same thing you just said to me. And you know what I did for each and every one of them? I caressed their cheek, and told them it would be ok. But that’s a lie, and you’re far too smart a lady for that lie to work on you. So the truth is, your life is over. It’s over, and you belong to us now, until we either sell you off as a sex slave, or we keep you as a permanent nylon slave, to tickle and tease until we tire of you,” said the Asian woman in a matter-of-fact way, startling Jungle Womyn.
Jungle Womyn’s emotions got the better of her from hearing this, as she started crying. “Please…just let me go…” she said in between the tears. “FUCKING BITCH!” screamed the Asian woman. “DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK TO DO YOUR MAKEUP, AND NOW YOU RUIN IT BY CRYING!?!” she continued, angrily. “YOU WANT SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT? I’LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!” said the woman, as she snapped her fingers at the other Asian ladies who were milling about the room. “THIS **** JUST RUINED MY MAKEUP JOB…GIVE HER SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT,” said the woman.
“NOOOO!!!” screamed Jungle Womyn, tears now flowing down her face. “PLEASE…SOMEONE HELP ME!!!” Jungle Womyn screamed at the top of her lungs, as the half dozen Asian women approached her restrained body. “Ok jungle princess…you're due in the Happy Room at five o'clock. That means we have 2 hours. The way we figure...all six of us are going to tickle torture your nylon feet for an hour, and then use the last hour to make you up again. Don't feel bad if you pass out...it's going to happen, because we're just that good, as you already are aware.” said one of the ladies, as all six women pulled up stools and took a seat surrounding Jungle Womyn’s strapped-down sheer suntan pantyhose feet, toes painted bright red. “Feel free to cry, there is no shame in it, and we won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret, princess…” she continued, as all six ladies reached toward Jungle Womyn’s suntan pantyhose feet, the once-proud heroine began to sob as they began making tickling gestures at her, forecasting the horrors about to be unleashed.
