TTT for joy
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Riding the countryside in a coach would definitely be a pleasant experience for Alvara, had she not been in that dreadful situation.
"Come on sis. Don't be such a cry baby, cheer up!" said her sister smiling. "It will all be over before you know it."
"It's easy to say for you." she answered. "You're not the one who's getting tickled."
Jessica just grinned and tickle assaulted her belly. "Come on it can't be so bad, if you're laughing."
As soon as he heard giggles coming out of the coach, the monk ordered the driver to stop. Then he descended from the driver's seat to the compartment and said
"No tickling yet. We don't want your sister to be exhausted before the ritual do we?"
"Sorry. I just wanted to cheer her up a bit. She's so grim since we left the village."
The monk said "Well miss: I know you don't see it that way, but tickling is not as bad as you might think. Even those who are tickled can enjoy it. Our god may be a little sadistic, but we venerate him, because tickling can bring pleasure to the lives of all of us. The tickle god is the god of laughter after all, so please wipe those tears off your face, I don't want to see you sad like this."
Alvara wasn't sure whether she found it reassuring or not, but it was definitely the first time, the monk acted somewhat humanely to her. Since she was coerced to be the victim of tickle torture, she was treated just a little better than a slave, even by her own sister, who was glad she could finally lay hands on her.
After several long hours, they finally got to the cloister. The order devoted to the tickle god was like no other. Cloister devoted to other gods were mostly prude and very calm places with little to none joy. On the appearance the cloister devoted to the tickle god seemed like any other. Monks were attending to its gardens and fountains and some were reading books. However as soon as they entered the huge difference became apparent. They were welcomed by wild feminine laughter emerging from everywhere. The three most used words that could be heard were "Please", "Stop" and "Not there."
Just like in any other cloister, the monks earned living by selling their work. However their work was quite different from all the other monks'. Everything they did was somehow tickling related. Some monks were drawing nude female models that were tickled and pleasured, some monks taught men how to tickle their wives or girlfriends and some specialised in interrogation techniques. For instance, if a man suspected his wife of cheating on him, but didn't want to hurt her, he brought her to the cloister, where they unlocked all her secrets. There were many different orders devoted to the tickle god, but the one Alvara was introduced in, specialized in tickling female only.
The monk introduced Alvara to her quarters
"See? They are much better furnished than at your home. You'll be living here like a princess: so it's not so bad isn't it? Please just try and relax: you can visit the garden if you wish, just ask your warden."
Then he asked her sister, Jessica to come along with him.
They went through several rooms filled with women restrained and tickled in various ways. Then the monk opened a door leading to a circular stair. They descended the stair down to a dungeon, where another monk was writing something down.
"Greetings brother Lorenzo." greeted him the monk leading Jessica.
"Oh brother Joseph. It is good to see you." then he took a glance at Jessica "I am pleased to meet you miss. Are you the chosen one to satisfy the thirst of our god?"
Joseph replied "No, she is her sister and she is here to help us perform the ritual."
Lorenzo nodded "I see. Well she seemed to me quite too eager to be on the victim side. Anyway: I am glad you found someone. Oh and brother: when you come up, would you kindly ask the clerk to order more feathers please? I need them for writing."
"That's certainly not the only thing you need them for." Joseph gave him a sly smile. "How are your inventions holding up?" he asked.
"Marvelously." answered Lorenzo. "Come with me, if you want to see."
"Of course we want brother." answered Joseph.
They entered the cell number 101, where a helpless girl was tied up to a table, with a strange mechanical machine, that had rotating brushes on all the ticklish spots imaginable. Lorenzo started explaining in more details, then he normally would because of Jessica, who knew nothing about his work "One of the troubles with tickling is that, unfortunately we have only two hands, which is not always enough. All ticklers found themselves in situations, where they wanted to tickle more than just two ticklish spots at once. We monks do often tickling sessions in groups, but what about someone who wants to honor tickle god in let's say more private session? I've been working on several machines that could do the kind of tickling, that only a group of men armed with feathers could do. You see this wheel? All you have to do is turn it, and the machine does the work for you. There is a very complex system of gearwheels, changing applying pressure and speed of the brushes, making it virtually impossible for the ticklee to get used to any pattern in the tickling. For enhanced experience, I recommend blindfolding the victim, so that she could even less predict the pattern. Anyway let's give it a try, shall we?"
The monk started turning the wheel. It started slowly on the young girls belly, who first made a light surprised shriek and then started to laugh. "Haha haha haha." Her laughter was not very forced and she seemed to enjoy the tickling, she was getting. It however suddenly changed "Not my feet, not my feeeeeeeet!" she cried. The brushes were turning around her feet going randomly up and down, while a set of feathers on a wheel was tickling between her tied toes.
After some time, Jessica asked "It's getting a little boring. Can't this thing go any faster?"
"Oh it could, but I'm too old to turn the crank faster." answered Lorenzo.
"Let me handle this." said Jessica and replaced Lorenzo.
The poor bounded girl was now thrashing laughing and crying at the same time "Slower please, Slow down!" she cried.
"Look at her? Isn't she cute?" said Jessica with an evil smile. "Tickle tickle tickle!" she taunted her.
"Stop it please!" cried the girl.
"No. I'm not stopping." Jessica laughed back at her.
The two monks were mesmerised by what they saw. The girl was shaking and desperately trying to get out of her bonds and Jessica who just turned mercilessly the crank, looking sexy doing it, with her wicked smile and her nicely shaped breasts bouncing to the rhythm of the infernal machine.
"Gentlemen, it's a shame you do let the girl do all the work. You have feathers on you don't you?" said Jessica "So come and give me a hand."The two man did not hesitate twice on increasing the poor girl's torment.
"Come on sis. Don't be such a cry baby, cheer up!" said her sister smiling. "It will all be over before you know it."
"It's easy to say for you." she answered. "You're not the one who's getting tickled."
Jessica just grinned and tickle assaulted her belly. "Come on it can't be so bad, if you're laughing."
As soon as he heard giggles coming out of the coach, the monk ordered the driver to stop. Then he descended from the driver's seat to the compartment and said
"No tickling yet. We don't want your sister to be exhausted before the ritual do we?"
"Sorry. I just wanted to cheer her up a bit. She's so grim since we left the village."
The monk said "Well miss: I know you don't see it that way, but tickling is not as bad as you might think. Even those who are tickled can enjoy it. Our god may be a little sadistic, but we venerate him, because tickling can bring pleasure to the lives of all of us. The tickle god is the god of laughter after all, so please wipe those tears off your face, I don't want to see you sad like this."
Alvara wasn't sure whether she found it reassuring or not, but it was definitely the first time, the monk acted somewhat humanely to her. Since she was coerced to be the victim of tickle torture, she was treated just a little better than a slave, even by her own sister, who was glad she could finally lay hands on her.
After several long hours, they finally got to the cloister. The order devoted to the tickle god was like no other. Cloister devoted to other gods were mostly prude and very calm places with little to none joy. On the appearance the cloister devoted to the tickle god seemed like any other. Monks were attending to its gardens and fountains and some were reading books. However as soon as they entered the huge difference became apparent. They were welcomed by wild feminine laughter emerging from everywhere. The three most used words that could be heard were "Please", "Stop" and "Not there."
Just like in any other cloister, the monks earned living by selling their work. However their work was quite different from all the other monks'. Everything they did was somehow tickling related. Some monks were drawing nude female models that were tickled and pleasured, some monks taught men how to tickle their wives or girlfriends and some specialised in interrogation techniques. For instance, if a man suspected his wife of cheating on him, but didn't want to hurt her, he brought her to the cloister, where they unlocked all her secrets. There were many different orders devoted to the tickle god, but the one Alvara was introduced in, specialized in tickling female only.
The monk introduced Alvara to her quarters
"See? They are much better furnished than at your home. You'll be living here like a princess: so it's not so bad isn't it? Please just try and relax: you can visit the garden if you wish, just ask your warden."
Then he asked her sister, Jessica to come along with him.
They went through several rooms filled with women restrained and tickled in various ways. Then the monk opened a door leading to a circular stair. They descended the stair down to a dungeon, where another monk was writing something down.
"Greetings brother Lorenzo." greeted him the monk leading Jessica.
"Oh brother Joseph. It is good to see you." then he took a glance at Jessica "I am pleased to meet you miss. Are you the chosen one to satisfy the thirst of our god?"
Joseph replied "No, she is her sister and she is here to help us perform the ritual."
Lorenzo nodded "I see. Well she seemed to me quite too eager to be on the victim side. Anyway: I am glad you found someone. Oh and brother: when you come up, would you kindly ask the clerk to order more feathers please? I need them for writing."
"That's certainly not the only thing you need them for." Joseph gave him a sly smile. "How are your inventions holding up?" he asked.
"Marvelously." answered Lorenzo. "Come with me, if you want to see."
"Of course we want brother." answered Joseph.
They entered the cell number 101, where a helpless girl was tied up to a table, with a strange mechanical machine, that had rotating brushes on all the ticklish spots imaginable. Lorenzo started explaining in more details, then he normally would because of Jessica, who knew nothing about his work "One of the troubles with tickling is that, unfortunately we have only two hands, which is not always enough. All ticklers found themselves in situations, where they wanted to tickle more than just two ticklish spots at once. We monks do often tickling sessions in groups, but what about someone who wants to honor tickle god in let's say more private session? I've been working on several machines that could do the kind of tickling, that only a group of men armed with feathers could do. You see this wheel? All you have to do is turn it, and the machine does the work for you. There is a very complex system of gearwheels, changing applying pressure and speed of the brushes, making it virtually impossible for the ticklee to get used to any pattern in the tickling. For enhanced experience, I recommend blindfolding the victim, so that she could even less predict the pattern. Anyway let's give it a try, shall we?"
The monk started turning the wheel. It started slowly on the young girls belly, who first made a light surprised shriek and then started to laugh. "Haha haha haha." Her laughter was not very forced and she seemed to enjoy the tickling, she was getting. It however suddenly changed "Not my feet, not my feeeeeeeet!" she cried. The brushes were turning around her feet going randomly up and down, while a set of feathers on a wheel was tickling between her tied toes.
After some time, Jessica asked "It's getting a little boring. Can't this thing go any faster?"
"Oh it could, but I'm too old to turn the crank faster." answered Lorenzo.
"Let me handle this." said Jessica and replaced Lorenzo.
The poor bounded girl was now thrashing laughing and crying at the same time "Slower please, Slow down!" she cried.
"Look at her? Isn't she cute?" said Jessica with an evil smile. "Tickle tickle tickle!" she taunted her.
"Stop it please!" cried the girl.
"No. I'm not stopping." Jessica laughed back at her.
The two monks were mesmerised by what they saw. The girl was shaking and desperately trying to get out of her bonds and Jessica who just turned mercilessly the crank, looking sexy doing it, with her wicked smile and her nicely shaped breasts bouncing to the rhythm of the infernal machine.
"Gentlemen, it's a shame you do let the girl do all the work. You have feathers on you don't you?" said Jessica "So come and give me a hand."The two man did not hesitate twice on increasing the poor girl's torment.
