>>> Hellfire!

(Previously published elsewhere)​

In 18th-century Britain and Ireland, there existed the Hellfire Clubs, whose members
were high-society “gentlemen” wishing to indulge in various forms of debauchery.
Their motto was, “Do what thou wilt.”

In modern America, Brian had resurrected the idea, and founded a new Hellfire Club
outside a rustic village. It was housed in a large, old mansion that members called
The Castle.

His Club was devoted to a special kind of debauchery.

Frequently, the Club hosted a female “guest,” who was invariably drawn into
participating by the wealthy Brian’s promise of a generous reward. For it was known
that the Club’s payment promises were always kept. It was also known that women
likely to be “virtuous” were preferred.

Tonight’s guest was Shannon, a young woman lured by the payment Brian had
promised (and subsequently paid). She allowed herself to be stripped to her panties,
and then tied to a padded table.

She blushed with embarrassment at being all but naked in front of these men.

She was perfectly aware, of course, that she was going to be tickled. For tickling was
the Club’s raison d'être.

She cringed in anticipation of what lay ahead. For she was wildly ticklish all over her
body. She always had been, ever since childhood.

She found her ticklishness dreadfully embarrassing, and tried to keep it a secret.
But word of such a delicious vulnerability has a way of getting around among men folk.
Brian had learned of it, and “made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.”

Normally, she’d be embarrassed just to have men find out that she was ticklish. Now,
she was consenting to being tickled silly by a bunch of gleeful cads! Why? Was it just
the reward?

She knew better. Either because of her hyper-ticklishness or in spite of it, Shannon
herself had developed an obsessive fascination with tickling. In the present situation,
she found herself strangely excited.

As she lay on the table, Brian (who was called the Abbot) asked the assembled
members (who were called Brothers), “Shall we have some fun with the wench?”

“Hellfire!” they exclaimed.

“It so happens that Shannon harbors a delicious secret. She’s ticklish—
extraordinarily, unimaginably ticklish! Isn’t that amusing?”

The word ticklish aroused immediate enthusiasm in the Brothers, for it had been on the
minds of all of them. Their eyes lit up. The word electrified them—and Shannon, too—
with a thrill of excitement.

Then Brian gently drew one finger across her stomach, making her squirm and laugh
heartily. “You see? Our guest a very ticklish maiden indeed!” he laughed. “So, what
do you say? Shall we amuse ourselves with her?” Brian asked them.

“Yes, YES!” they cried. The obviously sadistic delight in their voices made a tingle run
through her body.

The Brothers’ eyes sparkled with merriment as they surveyed the woman before them.
Knowing that she was ticklish, they took sinful delight in having her half-naked and
helpless.

And then, her ordeal began.


At Brian’s instruction, the Brothers took positions around the table, surrounding her,
surrounding her exposed, helpless, invitingly ticklish body.

“All right, Brothers. Let’s have some fun! “Hellfire!”

They began tickling Shannon all over her body. She broke into convulsive, howling
laughter.

This mass attack was hideously effective, and made her shriek and writhe maniacally.
Being tickled all over at once was a new and mind-blowing experience for her.

“Well, well!” said one of them, “She really is very ticklish, isn’t she?”

Then they started taking turns, tickling her in succession.

First, one Brother rhythmically squeezed her thighs above her knees, while another
tickled the backs of her knees and calves, and a third attacked her inner thighs,
making her blush deeply.

They stopped, and a Brother began tickling her ribs vigorously. Shannon’s ribs were
hysterically ticklish. She went wild, and shrieked with riotous laughter.

Then Brian took over, tickling her tantalizing underarms and breasts, which were
deliciously ticklish. Other men had often delighted in tickling them, just as Brian was
doing now.

As soon as he was finished, one of the Brothers began tickling her stomach. Like her
ribs, her stomach was incredibly ticklish.

She shrieked with laughter, and writhed vigorously. And when he attacked her super-
ticklish belly button, she went ballistic. The others could not help but laugh at her antics.

He stopped and told her, “You may not realize it, Shannon, but the muscles of your
tummy quiver and twitch wherever it’s touched. That’s the sign of an extremely ticklish
tummy.”

Shannon shrieked with hysterical laughter. They all smiled wickedly as she
howled and writhed under the assault.

Then Brian called a halt (briefly) to let her rest awhile.


But soon, as she had feared, their attention turned to her feet. A Brother stood
at each foot.

Shannon especially dreaded having her feet tickled. Even for a ticklish person, her
feet were exceptionally, phenomenally ticklish.

Then Brian began tickling her soles and toes unmercifully! He also engaged in
gently biting her toes. “Oh, what delicious toes you have!” one teased.

As a rule, having her feet tickled drove Shannon into a frenzy. She would shriek with
hysterical laughter, while struggling furiously. This situation was no exception. She
howled with raucous laughter.

Roars of hysterical laughter issued forth from the hapless tickle toy as Brian tickled
her feet expertly. She shook the room with the vibrations of her howling laughter.

Until now, Shannon had never realized that the human body could experience such
sensations: an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony.

She had been tickled before, but nothing in her experience had prepared her for this!

Then Brian stopped again to let her rest.


Throughout her ordeal, all the Brothers wore the wickedest grins, revealing the sinful
pleasure that they were deriving from tickling her.

She could tell that they enjoyed, not only her shrieks of laughter, but also her wriggling,
writhing, and squirming in response to their unmerciful tickling.

The Brothers clearly took enormous delight in giving her the most excruciating pleasure
she’d ever experienced.

For the first time in her life, Shannon realized that tickling was exactly that for her:
excruciating pleasure! She would mull over that discovery when subsequently
pondering her own fascination with tickling.

After this brief respite, the tickling resumed. As initially, they tickled her all over her
body simultaneously.

The devastating effect of the tickling was evident in her writhing. She was suffering
true tickle torture at the hands of devils well versed in the art, and intent upon tickling
her silly.

As they tickled the living daylights out of her, roars of uncontrollable laughter issued
forth from their tickle toy.

Tears filled her eyes, and she laughed louder and longer than ever before in her life.

When they paused, Brian laughingly teased, “Look at the lady worm squirm! And listen
to her howl!” The Brothers cheered their approval.


Shannon lay exhausted from her tickling ordeal, while the Brothers stood above her,
smiling mischievously. As Brian had predicted, she had no dignity left, and was totally
humiliated

Brian regarded her with sinful satisfaction, taking great pleasure in seeing how they had
reduced her to a squirming, laughing blob of silly putty. This is the way we like you,
Shannon,” he taunted.

Then they began their final assault. Previously, their tickling had been largely playful.
Now it was truly sadistic, and drove her to new levels of hilarity.

She shrieked with hysterical laughter. Her body struggled madly against her bonds,
and her mind nearly burst as the tickling sensations exploded in her brain.

Their nimble fingers tickled all her most sensitive spots without mercy. She suffered
the most maddening tickling sensations imaginable. She howled with truly maniacal
laughter, shaking her head from side to side, and writhing in ticklish agony.

When they paused briefly, she screamed hysterically, “Please have mercy! I’m too
ticklish for this!”

Brian explained to her, “’Virtuous’ women tend to be exceptionally ticklish.” She
blushed at the reference.

“That’s because they’re not used to having their sensitive spots touched—let alone
tickled! And that’s why we choose them as our guests.”

“This lady is obviously a virgin, Brothers. Isn’t that so, Shannon?” The Brothers
cheered, and her blush deepened.

“Hellfire!” the Brothers shouted, as they resumed tickling their “guest.”

Finally, she cried out loudly in ticklish agony, agony so intense that she lost
consciousness.

Then the Brothers all smiled sinfully, and many pleasured themselves with fiercely
passionate orgasms.

When she awoke, she had been unfastened. She lay on a sofa, and slowly recovered.
Her promised payment was on the sofa, too.

But the men were all gone. They had left her to claim her reward, get dressed,
and find her way home.

Now her soul-searching would begin, as she began to ponder her true relationship
with tickling.

She was even considering the possibility of visiting the Castle again!

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