Vacation & the Dungeon
Chapter One
England, Ireland, Scotland, etc.... A great vacation was in front of them.
Larry and Gretchen were so excited. Larry was part British, part Irish, and part Scottish. He had always wanted to visit that part of the world. He had met Gretchen almost two years ago. She worked as a customer service representative for a company that sold products to his firm and he was in charge of purchasing. They hit if off on the phone and after talking for almost a year, they met for drinks. They had been dating for almost a year, but had never vacationed together. Larry always went on golf trips with his buddies and Gretchen went to the beach with her girlfriends each summer. This summer they were going to England, Ireland, & Scotland.
Over the year that they had dated, the shared a wonderful sex life. Larry was a the kind of man that Gretchen had looked for, a patient, gentle lover, who took control without being rough. She loved to tease him, particularly on the phone when they were at work. He often threatened to get even with her, but never did anything that would concern her. He had often held her arms up over her head in bed, she loved that, that feeling of helplessness. He joked about tying her to the bed and getting even with her, but nothing ever came of it. What he desperately wanted was to tie her down and tickle her while teasing her sexually too.
Larry LOVED to tickle. He hadn’t really shared that in depth with Gretchen, although he often thought about it. Gretchen was incredibly ticklish. Larry had tickled her many times, but only playfully, and not at any length. Gretchen took very good care of herself, aside from having a good body and staying in shape, she stayed very well manicured. She always shaved very closely, her underarms, her legs, and she kept a very neatly trimmed pelvic region. She was always using perfumed body lotions and oils. She stayed well tanned from spring thru fall, then in the winter, she used the tanning beds at the salon where she got manicures and pedicures. She always had tan lines that got even more pronounced each summer. Larry had traced those tan lines many times in bed, but not at enough length, for Gretchen would say that she was too ticklish. He had often masturbated thinking about tickling her.
Tying her down and tickling and teasing her was his favorite fantasy. He thought about tickling her with everything, fingers, feathers, forks.......tickling her underarms, her tummy, her thighs, and particularly her
feet. Her feet were so beautiful, high arches with the nails always polished. The few times that he had tickled her feet, she went nuts, frantically struggling between trying to push his hands away, pull her feet away, and writhing with laughter. She would often call him at work and tell him about how much it tickled while she was having her pedicures. Larry always told her how much this distracted him and that she should tell him at greater length at night and at home. She would laugh and then tease him with more details. She knew how much this turned him on, even though they hadn’t combined tickling with sex. She loved to tease him. He told her many times that one night he would get even with her.
Chapter Two
Finally they were in England. They had signed up for a three day tour of the countryside and castles. The main stop on the tour Effingham Manor, an estate consisting of a huge castle and substantial acreage located in the county of Gurnett. Legend had it that Lord Effinham had a reputation for both eccentricity and cruelty. Tales of what he did to servants and locals, and actually only to females, who displeased him were rampant in these parts according to the guide, though they were often lacking in specifics and what details were supplied in the legends were often the product of exaggeration and fabrication, which naturally only added to the legend. They were to spend two nights at Effingham Manor, a vast expanse of rooms, hallways, corridors, and stairways. They were warned that previous tourists had become lost in the huge mansion, making it necessary to spend hours looking for them. They would see more the castle the next day during the tour. Gretchen and Larry settled in for the night after a sumptuous meal.
The next morning they met to begin the tour of Effingham Manor. It had all the colorful pageantry and glory expected of a huge medieval English castle. The last stop on the tour of the estate was the dungeon, located in the lower reaches of the castle. Before descending into the dark chamber, the tour guide announced warnings to the faint of heart, that this dungeon contained many torture devices and that sometimes sounds could be heard late at night coming from the dungeon area. As they descended the stairs, moving through another corridor then down another flight of stairs they entered the dungeon. It was illuminated only by torches flickering like serpents' tongues. The chamber was relatively large, with really few instruments of torture, but what décor was there was frightening enough. Hanging from the ceiling was one of those cages that was meant to imprison a single individual in a standing position. Dropping down from the ceiling in another part of the chamber were chains at the ends of which were manacles, hanging open. In a corner of this dungeon was the huge figure of a knight's complete set of armor. The metal was still polished after all these centuries, and was punctuated by huge, fluffy white plumes that stood at the top of the knight's helmet. What torture chamber would be complete without a rack, which stood in the very center of the dungeon. Next to the rack was some type of chair, kind of resembling an iron medieval version of a dentist’s chair, with manacles as well.
The guide went through the whole story of Lord Effingham and his insane cruelties and in particular the atrocious deeds he committed in this very chamber. He spoke of how Effingham would often purchase local women from their families, never to be seen again. He said that in the late evening, both screams and laughter could barely be heard, definitely coming from this dungeon. The guide then announced that the tour was now over and everyone should board the bus for the trip to the village. The guide walked the now fairly subdued group up the stairs, through the corridor and hallways and up the other stairs and into the main hall which was bathed in sunlight. Gretchen said she was hungry, Larry’s mind was racing.
Chapter Three
That night, back at the castle, many of the men were having drinks in the library after dinner. The women were discussing their shopping experiences in the village. It had been a full day, indeed, and dinner had been another sumptuous feast. Larry was talking with five or six of the other men, discussing plans for what would be a memorable evening for all of them, particularly Gretchen. After almost an hour of discussion, all of the men returned to their ladies with bottles of wine in hand. They began pouring glass after glass for the women, making sure to give the appearance of drinking a great deal themselves. After another hour, all of the women, including Gretchen, were thoroughly toasted - quite ready to retire after a long day. Most of the women couldn’t even climb the stairs without help. The plan was working...
Chapter Four
Just as the grandfather clock in the main hall chimed twice, the men began to appear. Two o’clock in the morning and all of the women were sleeping very soundly, all but Gretchen. Not more than five minutes passed and the men saw Larry leading Gretchen down the stairs, blindfolded. Still tipsy, but in better shape than the other women, Gretchen was wearing a long flannel robe and high heels. The robe’s matching belt served as a wonderful accessory - her blindfold. Larry guided her slowly past the men, then down the hallway toward the first flight of stairs towards the dungeon. The men followed them quietly into the dungeon just five minutes later.
When the last man entered the dungeon, he secured the door. One unusual feature of this dungeon was that its door had bolts that locked it - from the inside. Once they were on the other side of the huge wooden door they looked around, and Larry had already done his preliminary work. The torches were lit and his beautiful wife was fastened securely to the rack, still wearing the robe, the high heels, and the blindfold. Gretchen heard the footsteps and shuffling and, although still somewhat drunk, she started asking Larry what was going on and where they were and who was here, etc.
The men gathered around the rack, surveying the situation, as Larry began to tell her to relax, and that there was nothing she could do, and that he had waited for this for a long time. Months before, ever since Larry read the description of tours and castles, he had started to fantasize about what it would be like to have his gorgeous wife captive in a dungeon. But his fantasies had shifted from just exacting his tickling revenge or her by himself, to the thought of watching other men tickle, tease,and torment Gretchen. The picture of other men surrounding his bound girlfriend was now the fuel that propelled his fantasies. While he intended to participate, he couldn’t wait to see how other men might tease her and tickle her.
As Larry began to slowly open the robe, pulling each side away from her body so it draped over the edge of the rack table, the men began to feast their eyes on her naked body. Now only her eyes and her feet were covered, with manacles on her wrists and ankles pulling her taught, her body was theirs to toy with until the wee hours of the morning. That was their deal with only a few conditions. - Number one: No pain. - Number two: Only Larry could actually have sexual intercourse with her. - That was about it. Larry made it clear that tickling was the first priority, but sexual contact was fine as well, just no penetration. He made sure that everyone knew the rules. Larry was also careful in his planning. He had brought washcloths, from the linen closet outside their room, to line the manacles so that Gretchen wouldn’t be hurt. Larry reassured Gretchen that she wouldn’t be harmed but that he was going to get even. Now.
The five men began to walk around the table, commenting on her beauty and complimenting her features. Larry began to run his fingers over her tan lines, while telling her that now she couldn’t stop him from tickling her and that he was going to drive her crazy. Tracing the tan lines over her breasts, he stopped to play with her nipples briefly, and then continued down over her stomach. She had only begun to giggle and, surprisingly, wasn't protesting.
Chapter Five
Larry looked at the men and nodded. Slowly, each of them started to touch Gretchen in one way or another. Larry moved back up her torso and then began to lightly tickle her helpless underarms. She let out a reflexive laugh and also tried to bring down her arms to protect her armpits, but with no slack in the ropes she couldn’t move her arms at all. Two of the men began to lightly touch her midriff, stroking their fingers over her stomach. One man started to play with her legs, tickling on and under her knees. Larry backed away from the table as Gretchen began to laugh; he walked to the end of the rack and slowly removed the high heeled shoe from her right foot. He took the tip of the heel of the shoe and lightly ran it up and down the creamy pale arch of her foot. First she stiffened, and then she really began to laugh. Larry motioned to one of the men to take over on that foot as he moved to her left foot and took off the other shoe. He then started to tickle lightly around the bottom of the heel and on the sides of her foot. Gretchen erupted with more laughter as Larry looked up to see the two men tickling her armpits while two men tickled her ribs. She bounced up and down on the table as Larry began to tickle her left foot, scrabbling his fingers against the creamy arch while saying “Cootchie cootchie coooo”. The man at her right foot held the toes back and started to run his thumbnail up and down the bottom of her foot. Larry stopped tickling long enough to walk up to the middle of the table to lean over and suck on her left breast, he took the nipple in his mouth as he tickled her tummy. After sucking and biting gently on her nipple, he leaned up to her ear and said “this will teach you tease me on the phone, won’t it ?”
Both men resumed tickling her underarms while the men at her sides starting concentrating on her tummy and hip bones. Larry went back to tickling her feet for a few minutes. She was screaming for them to stop, pleading “NOOO STOOOPPP, PLEEEEEEEASSE, NOOOOO OH NOOOO !!!” Gretchen was bucking up and down and trying to escape the fingers anyway she could, but there was nowhere to go. Larry moved to the side of the table again and asked the one man who was still just watching take over at her feet. Larry then started tickling around her well groomed pussy, just barely touching the top of her lips which were now swollen, and tickling the tops and inside of her thighs that he could get to. Just as Larry told the men that she seemed pretty wet down there, the man who had been just watching started tickling her feet. He took both hands and started raking his nails over her soft creamy arches, up and down, over and over again. About the same time the men started tickling her ribs again and scratching at her soft underarms. Larry started tickling her hips. Gretchen went ballistic. She was laughing and begging and shaking uncontrollably, and then she went limp.
Chapter Six
When she woke up, she was no longer on the rack, she was fastened into the medieval chair. Her wrists and ankles were secured by leather straps; there was another leather strap around her waist and two straps around her legs just above the knees. Gretchen couldn’t move at all. She was reclining with her feet up in the air; both feet sticking out over the ends of the two extensions and her legs were spread wide apart. Her arms were almost straight above her head attached to the two upper extensions. She was still blindfolded.
Larry gave her some wine to drink and kissed her full, passionately, on the mouth. She asked for more wine. He put the large goblet up to her lips and as he tilted it, she took a long drink, almost finishing the wine. He then stepped away and gave the men the nod to begin again. Two of the men started in on her feet, it was even better than before because she really couldn’t move at all now. Two men started in on her underarms again and one man on her stomach. She started laughing and screaming for them to stop right away. Larry moved in between her legs and started tickling her swollen pussy lips with a feather, one of the very feathers that had adorned the helmet from the suit of armor. She kept laughing, but it began to take on a different tone. After a few minutes, Larry knelt down and started teasing Gretchen’s pussy with his tongue. The men at her sides started sucking on her nipples but continued to tickle her tummy and her sides. The men at her underarms continued to stroke their fingers in those smooth sensitive hollows. She was breathing differently now, still laughing and screaming, “OH GODDDD, STOPPPP, PLEEEEEASE GGGODDDDD, DOOOOON’T.....PLEEEEEASE DON’T...NOOOOOOO!!!!”
Then Larry started really licking, sticking his tongue into her pussy while tickling all around her inner thighs and stroking those gorgeous pink puffy pussy lips. The men at her feet started to suck on her toes while still tickling those high arches and that did it. She started to gasp, still laughing, yelling, “GGGODDDDD, NOOOOOO, OHHHHHH GODDDD, NOOOOOOO, PLEEEEEEEEASE GODDDDD, NOOOOOO!!!!!!” Gretchen started to push her hips up toward Larry’s mouth as best she could. Her nipples were being sucked while her underarms were being tickled. Her toes were being sucked while her feet were being tickled. Her pussy was being tickled while her clit was being tongued. That was it. She screamed loud and long as she tensed up and passed out again.
Chapter Seven
When Gretchen woke up this time she was still in the chair. Still blindfolded. Larry kissed her again and gave her more wine. He started stroking her body, playing with her nipples, teasing her pussy. He nodded to the men to begin once more. The tickling consumed her body and mind. She began to laugh, screaming, laughing, begging, and crying all at the same time. They had her feet, wildly tickling her arches, running their tongues in between her toes at the same time. The foot tickling was driving her mad.
They were tickling her knees, her ribs, her stomach, her underarms, every tender place on her body. One man would pinch and suck on her nipples while the other man tickled. Larry had removed the leather strap from around her waist that held her to the chair. He bent down and tickled her ass and all around her asshole every time she rose off the chair. She was going nuts. Gretchen’s laughter reached new heights, screaming, laughing, pleading. “GODDDDD PLEEEEASE GGGGODDDDDD NOOOOOOO PLEEEEEEEASSSSE STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!”
Larry took off his pants and stood in between her legs and started to enter her wet puffy pussy. He looked at the men and said, “Here we go boys - the finale!”
The End
Chapter One
England, Ireland, Scotland, etc.... A great vacation was in front of them.
Larry and Gretchen were so excited. Larry was part British, part Irish, and part Scottish. He had always wanted to visit that part of the world. He had met Gretchen almost two years ago. She worked as a customer service representative for a company that sold products to his firm and he was in charge of purchasing. They hit if off on the phone and after talking for almost a year, they met for drinks. They had been dating for almost a year, but had never vacationed together. Larry always went on golf trips with his buddies and Gretchen went to the beach with her girlfriends each summer. This summer they were going to England, Ireland, & Scotland.
Over the year that they had dated, the shared a wonderful sex life. Larry was a the kind of man that Gretchen had looked for, a patient, gentle lover, who took control without being rough. She loved to tease him, particularly on the phone when they were at work. He often threatened to get even with her, but never did anything that would concern her. He had often held her arms up over her head in bed, she loved that, that feeling of helplessness. He joked about tying her to the bed and getting even with her, but nothing ever came of it. What he desperately wanted was to tie her down and tickle her while teasing her sexually too.
Larry LOVED to tickle. He hadn’t really shared that in depth with Gretchen, although he often thought about it. Gretchen was incredibly ticklish. Larry had tickled her many times, but only playfully, and not at any length. Gretchen took very good care of herself, aside from having a good body and staying in shape, she stayed very well manicured. She always shaved very closely, her underarms, her legs, and she kept a very neatly trimmed pelvic region. She was always using perfumed body lotions and oils. She stayed well tanned from spring thru fall, then in the winter, she used the tanning beds at the salon where she got manicures and pedicures. She always had tan lines that got even more pronounced each summer. Larry had traced those tan lines many times in bed, but not at enough length, for Gretchen would say that she was too ticklish. He had often masturbated thinking about tickling her.
Tying her down and tickling and teasing her was his favorite fantasy. He thought about tickling her with everything, fingers, feathers, forks.......tickling her underarms, her tummy, her thighs, and particularly her
feet. Her feet were so beautiful, high arches with the nails always polished. The few times that he had tickled her feet, she went nuts, frantically struggling between trying to push his hands away, pull her feet away, and writhing with laughter. She would often call him at work and tell him about how much it tickled while she was having her pedicures. Larry always told her how much this distracted him and that she should tell him at greater length at night and at home. She would laugh and then tease him with more details. She knew how much this turned him on, even though they hadn’t combined tickling with sex. She loved to tease him. He told her many times that one night he would get even with her.
Chapter Two
Finally they were in England. They had signed up for a three day tour of the countryside and castles. The main stop on the tour Effingham Manor, an estate consisting of a huge castle and substantial acreage located in the county of Gurnett. Legend had it that Lord Effinham had a reputation for both eccentricity and cruelty. Tales of what he did to servants and locals, and actually only to females, who displeased him were rampant in these parts according to the guide, though they were often lacking in specifics and what details were supplied in the legends were often the product of exaggeration and fabrication, which naturally only added to the legend. They were to spend two nights at Effingham Manor, a vast expanse of rooms, hallways, corridors, and stairways. They were warned that previous tourists had become lost in the huge mansion, making it necessary to spend hours looking for them. They would see more the castle the next day during the tour. Gretchen and Larry settled in for the night after a sumptuous meal.
The next morning they met to begin the tour of Effingham Manor. It had all the colorful pageantry and glory expected of a huge medieval English castle. The last stop on the tour of the estate was the dungeon, located in the lower reaches of the castle. Before descending into the dark chamber, the tour guide announced warnings to the faint of heart, that this dungeon contained many torture devices and that sometimes sounds could be heard late at night coming from the dungeon area. As they descended the stairs, moving through another corridor then down another flight of stairs they entered the dungeon. It was illuminated only by torches flickering like serpents' tongues. The chamber was relatively large, with really few instruments of torture, but what décor was there was frightening enough. Hanging from the ceiling was one of those cages that was meant to imprison a single individual in a standing position. Dropping down from the ceiling in another part of the chamber were chains at the ends of which were manacles, hanging open. In a corner of this dungeon was the huge figure of a knight's complete set of armor. The metal was still polished after all these centuries, and was punctuated by huge, fluffy white plumes that stood at the top of the knight's helmet. What torture chamber would be complete without a rack, which stood in the very center of the dungeon. Next to the rack was some type of chair, kind of resembling an iron medieval version of a dentist’s chair, with manacles as well.
The guide went through the whole story of Lord Effingham and his insane cruelties and in particular the atrocious deeds he committed in this very chamber. He spoke of how Effingham would often purchase local women from their families, never to be seen again. He said that in the late evening, both screams and laughter could barely be heard, definitely coming from this dungeon. The guide then announced that the tour was now over and everyone should board the bus for the trip to the village. The guide walked the now fairly subdued group up the stairs, through the corridor and hallways and up the other stairs and into the main hall which was bathed in sunlight. Gretchen said she was hungry, Larry’s mind was racing.
Chapter Three
That night, back at the castle, many of the men were having drinks in the library after dinner. The women were discussing their shopping experiences in the village. It had been a full day, indeed, and dinner had been another sumptuous feast. Larry was talking with five or six of the other men, discussing plans for what would be a memorable evening for all of them, particularly Gretchen. After almost an hour of discussion, all of the men returned to their ladies with bottles of wine in hand. They began pouring glass after glass for the women, making sure to give the appearance of drinking a great deal themselves. After another hour, all of the women, including Gretchen, were thoroughly toasted - quite ready to retire after a long day. Most of the women couldn’t even climb the stairs without help. The plan was working...
Chapter Four
Just as the grandfather clock in the main hall chimed twice, the men began to appear. Two o’clock in the morning and all of the women were sleeping very soundly, all but Gretchen. Not more than five minutes passed and the men saw Larry leading Gretchen down the stairs, blindfolded. Still tipsy, but in better shape than the other women, Gretchen was wearing a long flannel robe and high heels. The robe’s matching belt served as a wonderful accessory - her blindfold. Larry guided her slowly past the men, then down the hallway toward the first flight of stairs towards the dungeon. The men followed them quietly into the dungeon just five minutes later.
When the last man entered the dungeon, he secured the door. One unusual feature of this dungeon was that its door had bolts that locked it - from the inside. Once they were on the other side of the huge wooden door they looked around, and Larry had already done his preliminary work. The torches were lit and his beautiful wife was fastened securely to the rack, still wearing the robe, the high heels, and the blindfold. Gretchen heard the footsteps and shuffling and, although still somewhat drunk, she started asking Larry what was going on and where they were and who was here, etc.
The men gathered around the rack, surveying the situation, as Larry began to tell her to relax, and that there was nothing she could do, and that he had waited for this for a long time. Months before, ever since Larry read the description of tours and castles, he had started to fantasize about what it would be like to have his gorgeous wife captive in a dungeon. But his fantasies had shifted from just exacting his tickling revenge or her by himself, to the thought of watching other men tickle, tease,and torment Gretchen. The picture of other men surrounding his bound girlfriend was now the fuel that propelled his fantasies. While he intended to participate, he couldn’t wait to see how other men might tease her and tickle her.
As Larry began to slowly open the robe, pulling each side away from her body so it draped over the edge of the rack table, the men began to feast their eyes on her naked body. Now only her eyes and her feet were covered, with manacles on her wrists and ankles pulling her taught, her body was theirs to toy with until the wee hours of the morning. That was their deal with only a few conditions. - Number one: No pain. - Number two: Only Larry could actually have sexual intercourse with her. - That was about it. Larry made it clear that tickling was the first priority, but sexual contact was fine as well, just no penetration. He made sure that everyone knew the rules. Larry was also careful in his planning. He had brought washcloths, from the linen closet outside their room, to line the manacles so that Gretchen wouldn’t be hurt. Larry reassured Gretchen that she wouldn’t be harmed but that he was going to get even. Now.
The five men began to walk around the table, commenting on her beauty and complimenting her features. Larry began to run his fingers over her tan lines, while telling her that now she couldn’t stop him from tickling her and that he was going to drive her crazy. Tracing the tan lines over her breasts, he stopped to play with her nipples briefly, and then continued down over her stomach. She had only begun to giggle and, surprisingly, wasn't protesting.
Chapter Five
Larry looked at the men and nodded. Slowly, each of them started to touch Gretchen in one way or another. Larry moved back up her torso and then began to lightly tickle her helpless underarms. She let out a reflexive laugh and also tried to bring down her arms to protect her armpits, but with no slack in the ropes she couldn’t move her arms at all. Two of the men began to lightly touch her midriff, stroking their fingers over her stomach. One man started to play with her legs, tickling on and under her knees. Larry backed away from the table as Gretchen began to laugh; he walked to the end of the rack and slowly removed the high heeled shoe from her right foot. He took the tip of the heel of the shoe and lightly ran it up and down the creamy pale arch of her foot. First she stiffened, and then she really began to laugh. Larry motioned to one of the men to take over on that foot as he moved to her left foot and took off the other shoe. He then started to tickle lightly around the bottom of the heel and on the sides of her foot. Gretchen erupted with more laughter as Larry looked up to see the two men tickling her armpits while two men tickled her ribs. She bounced up and down on the table as Larry began to tickle her left foot, scrabbling his fingers against the creamy arch while saying “Cootchie cootchie coooo”. The man at her right foot held the toes back and started to run his thumbnail up and down the bottom of her foot. Larry stopped tickling long enough to walk up to the middle of the table to lean over and suck on her left breast, he took the nipple in his mouth as he tickled her tummy. After sucking and biting gently on her nipple, he leaned up to her ear and said “this will teach you tease me on the phone, won’t it ?”
Both men resumed tickling her underarms while the men at her sides starting concentrating on her tummy and hip bones. Larry went back to tickling her feet for a few minutes. She was screaming for them to stop, pleading “NOOO STOOOPPP, PLEEEEEEEASSE, NOOOOO OH NOOOO !!!” Gretchen was bucking up and down and trying to escape the fingers anyway she could, but there was nowhere to go. Larry moved to the side of the table again and asked the one man who was still just watching take over at her feet. Larry then started tickling around her well groomed pussy, just barely touching the top of her lips which were now swollen, and tickling the tops and inside of her thighs that he could get to. Just as Larry told the men that she seemed pretty wet down there, the man who had been just watching started tickling her feet. He took both hands and started raking his nails over her soft creamy arches, up and down, over and over again. About the same time the men started tickling her ribs again and scratching at her soft underarms. Larry started tickling her hips. Gretchen went ballistic. She was laughing and begging and shaking uncontrollably, and then she went limp.
Chapter Six
When she woke up, she was no longer on the rack, she was fastened into the medieval chair. Her wrists and ankles were secured by leather straps; there was another leather strap around her waist and two straps around her legs just above the knees. Gretchen couldn’t move at all. She was reclining with her feet up in the air; both feet sticking out over the ends of the two extensions and her legs were spread wide apart. Her arms were almost straight above her head attached to the two upper extensions. She was still blindfolded.
Larry gave her some wine to drink and kissed her full, passionately, on the mouth. She asked for more wine. He put the large goblet up to her lips and as he tilted it, she took a long drink, almost finishing the wine. He then stepped away and gave the men the nod to begin again. Two of the men started in on her feet, it was even better than before because she really couldn’t move at all now. Two men started in on her underarms again and one man on her stomach. She started laughing and screaming for them to stop right away. Larry moved in between her legs and started tickling her swollen pussy lips with a feather, one of the very feathers that had adorned the helmet from the suit of armor. She kept laughing, but it began to take on a different tone. After a few minutes, Larry knelt down and started teasing Gretchen’s pussy with his tongue. The men at her sides started sucking on her nipples but continued to tickle her tummy and her sides. The men at her underarms continued to stroke their fingers in those smooth sensitive hollows. She was breathing differently now, still laughing and screaming, “OH GODDDD, STOPPPP, PLEEEEEASE GGGODDDDD, DOOOOON’T.....PLEEEEEASE DON’T...NOOOOOOO!!!!”
Then Larry started really licking, sticking his tongue into her pussy while tickling all around her inner thighs and stroking those gorgeous pink puffy pussy lips. The men at her feet started to suck on her toes while still tickling those high arches and that did it. She started to gasp, still laughing, yelling, “GGGODDDDD, NOOOOOO, OHHHHHH GODDDD, NOOOOOOO, PLEEEEEEEEASE GODDDDD, NOOOOOO!!!!!!” Gretchen started to push her hips up toward Larry’s mouth as best she could. Her nipples were being sucked while her underarms were being tickled. Her toes were being sucked while her feet were being tickled. Her pussy was being tickled while her clit was being tongued. That was it. She screamed loud and long as she tensed up and passed out again.
Chapter Seven
When Gretchen woke up this time she was still in the chair. Still blindfolded. Larry kissed her again and gave her more wine. He started stroking her body, playing with her nipples, teasing her pussy. He nodded to the men to begin once more. The tickling consumed her body and mind. She began to laugh, screaming, laughing, begging, and crying all at the same time. They had her feet, wildly tickling her arches, running their tongues in between her toes at the same time. The foot tickling was driving her mad.
They were tickling her knees, her ribs, her stomach, her underarms, every tender place on her body. One man would pinch and suck on her nipples while the other man tickled. Larry had removed the leather strap from around her waist that held her to the chair. He bent down and tickled her ass and all around her asshole every time she rose off the chair. She was going nuts. Gretchen’s laughter reached new heights, screaming, laughing, pleading. “GODDDDD PLEEEEASE GGGGODDDDDD NOOOOOOO PLEEEEEEEASSSSE STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!”
Larry took off his pants and stood in between her legs and started to enter her wet puffy pussy. He looked at the men and said, “Here we go boys - the finale!”
The End
