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Hi everyone. Here is the next chapter in the Andrea saga, sorry to keep you waiting so long....
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Ingrid sighed as she approached Lilly, Simon and Betty not far behind. In front of the trio was the outstretched Helen being punished for tickling Andrea, Lilly’s new friend, or girlfriend?… Or pet! Their relationship was a little hard to define.
Since the relocation of Nicole; an unexpected addition to the trap set for Helen, Lilly had removed Helen’s top. Exposing her small but perky breasts to the early afternoon sun. Before speaking Ingrid noted that unlike the rest of her body Helen’s freshly exposed breasts had not received any sun cream and made a mental note to apply some after persuading Lilly to let her take on the guard routine she enjoyed so much. Ingrid waited a second for Betty and Simon to catch up enjoying the scene in front of her.
Lilly was gently teasing Helen’s upper body with two long red feathers, exploring her underarms neck and breasts. Helen was still blindfolded but her gag had been removed. Her laughter varied between soft giggles and the silent laughter only those who have suffered a serious torture session produce. Simon and Betty joined Ingrid who took the lead.
“Okay Lilly! Times up you have had your ten minutes, looks like Helen managed to hold it in!”
“But I’m just getting started!” Lilly protested.
“Well you will have to continue later” Betty chimed in.
“I think she was lying!” Lilly insisted… “She would have wet herself by now if she really needed to go!”
“Lilly just let it go!” Simon added not wanting this to get out of hand.
“Okay! After one last Tummy Tickle!” Lilly declared as she quickly gave Helen’s sides and tummy an unexpected squeeze.
The tickling took the blindfolded Helen by surprise and after ten minutes of valiantly resisting, she lost control and wet herself. Her face turned red as she heard the response from her rescuers. Her humiliation over rid the exhaustion from the tickle torture she had endured and she kicked and thrashed in her bondage wishing she had never fallen into this trap, or tickled Andrea for information. She knew the Asian woman had deliberately left her panties on to make things worse, and it did! Her humiliation was made worse by the breeze on her wet panties as she was released and guided up to be escorted away.
“Okay so I will pour some water on the grass but you are dealing with this Lilly!” Ingrid grumbled.
“Oh I’m sure I can clean her up!” Lilly purred, ignoring the annoyance in Ingrid’s voice.
“If it is anything like dogs I will have to cut a bit of grass from elsewhere and replace it! And right before the event we are organising!” Ingrid complained; her gardening a passion second only to tickling.
“I will get you a bowl of water Lilly! I suggest stretching her out between some trees or something” Simon interjected, hoping to appease the situation but noting that he would have to have words with Lilly later.
Betty removed Helen’s gag as she was escorted by her husband and Ingrid, asking…
“Do you still need to go to the bathroom sweetie?”
Helen just nodded too embarrassed to speak. She was escorted to the bathroom in the gatehouse and considered running before realising that;
A: the amazon woman would catch her and…
B: she was totally naked and in the middle of nowhere without her car keys.
Helen had a strange mind-set from the torture, it was almost like this wasn’t real. She knew she should be panicking more but her humiliation was so complete it was almost like this wasn’t happening to her. She was returned to a different part of the courtyard where the Asian woman and the other two were standing by a strange tree, she really had to learn their names! She knew the ginger one was called Ingrid and what was it Andrea had called the Asian woman?
Her musings were cut short as her arms were tied to two ropes dangling down from the branch, she wasn’t sure what was happening and thing were less clear once her blindfold was reapplied. She felt her ankles being cuffed in leather which she guessed were attached to the loose ropes she remembered seeing tied to the bit of root that poked up from the ground. Helen also remembered several ropes that seemed to pull this branch down, what were they doing to her?
Her questions were answered when she heard the Asian woman say…
“Okay time to stretch her out! Ready Ingrid?”
Helen panicked, stretch?! She heard the branch creak and was pulled up slowly until the ropes holding her ankles stopped her. The stretching slowed and she guessed the rope was being eased to get her stretched out as tight as possible without hurting or damaging her. She had never come across anything like this, she had seen videos and pictures of women stretched out on racks and tickled but this was new to her. Despite her desperate situation she was intrigued she loved watching those women tickle tortured on the rack and this imaginative means of restraint excited her, if only it was Andrea or one of these women about to be tickled and not her!
Helen jumped as a warm wet sponge was applied to her pussy, despite being pleasant the sensations were unexpected.
“Do you like that do you?” She heard the Asian woman purr.
She tried to speak but could only sigh as her chest was oiled, she guessed it was the ginger amazon woman whose hand were bigger even than those of the man dressed like a circus master. The sensations on her breasts might have tickled her a few hours ago but Helen was too exhausted from her ordeal and no longer registered gently tickling sensations. The stretching and oiling was something of a reprieve, the stretching even seemed to help her bad back from years of working at a desk.
Helen jumped again as something soft stroked the soft skin between her legs, the tree rack for the want of a better term held her legs apart enough to make her vulnerable and she giggled as the soft brush explored her most sensitive regions.
“Oh does that tickle?” Lilly teased.
“Yes!” Helen quietly sighed her breast had been fully oiled and now the rest of her body was receiving a top up.
“Well too bad! You need to suffer!” Lilly exclaimed her appetite for revenge unfulfilled.
Helen giggled as the soft brush explored the soft skin of her crotch. With her left hand Lilly teased the backs of her knees that proved to be exceptionally ticklish as a result of being stretched out. The tickling was not torturous and Helen found herself becoming aroused as a result of the soft sensations around her pussy and the gentle massage the rest of her body received as Ingrid ensured she was fully oiled and protected from the sun. Helen tried to hide her arousal but could not control the sighs and moans…
“Hey! You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!” Lilly chided.
Helen could only giggle and squirm as much as the tree rack allowed. Ingrid had finished oiling her body and begun to tickle her all over, enjoying the way she tried to squirm and wriggle despite being completely stretched out and exposed. Her futile attempts to escape increased as the amazon focused on her tummy getting ever closer to her belly button. Lilly meanwhile had taken to holding the brush between her teeth to allow both hands to explore the backs of Helen’s knees. After extensive experimentation the ambidextrous Asian had found that running her fingertips up and down the length of Helen’s legs pausing slightly at the backs of the knees produced the best results. Helen’s arousal at her situation now faded as the tickling became more torturous. Her struggles became more frantic as her belly button was explored. Distracted by the sudden increase in her victim’s attempts to escape Lilly took the brush from her mouth and addressed Ingrid in mild tone;
“Ingrid sweetie, I think Andrea should be a witness to Helens punishment could you please get her”
Ingrid looked down, she had been enjoying torturing the petite mousy haired office bully but the prospect of tickling the little blonde from the beach also appealed to her.
“Alright but I want another go at tickling this one later” Ingrid responded, she was sure Andrea wouldn’t let Lilly take things too far.
As Ingrid left Lilly abandoned Helen’s legs and moved down to her feet, using her nails to deadly effect on her high arches. As Helen struggled to escape the tickling of her dangling feet Lilly noted two things;
1: The toe ties had been removed when Helen was taken to the bathroom.
2: Helen’s feet were dirty from walking on the grass and stone floor of the gatehouse.
Her arches were clean however and as Andrea approached Lilly had an evil idea. Settling down next to Lilly, Andrea took over the tickling of Helen’s right foot leaving her mentor with the left.
“Andrea sweetie, do you know what happened to those toe-ties?” Lilly asked.
“Oh I picked them up en-route” Andrea responding placing the ankle and toe restraints next to the bowl of still warm soapy water.
“Good girl, I think after we clean her toes with these electric toothbrushes they will help keep her toes still for a good scrubbing!” Lilly responded handing her friend a toothbrush.
Helen tried to wiggle her toes to escape the evil spinning brushes but to no avail. Her tormentors held her toes with one hand to gain access to the sensitive spots underneath were the toes met the balls of her feet. This was purely to torture her as it was only really the pads of her big toes that were dirty. Eventually her toes were deemed clean enough to be tied back, there being sufficient room beneath the ankle restraints attached to the roots of the tree for those which would pull back her big toes. The torture between her toes continued with the electric toothbrushes to begin with, it was made worse by the scribbling of fingernails over her arches which were stretched out and helpless.
Helen became hysterical and had to be gagged again. She felt truly helpless at being naked, stretched out, blindfolded and gagged. Such was her torment and humiliation that she did not notice the torture of her soles did not stop as the gag was applied. It became apparent to her that screams and laughter had attracted a third torturer as feathers were slowly drawn up and down her exposed underarms.
At her soles the toothbrushes had been temporarily abandoned in exchange for scrubbing brushes to clean her already hyper-sensitive soles. Her toes were not left alone and feathers and small paint brushes were used to explore the sensitive areas in between and underneath. The torture was too much and Helen began to hang her head in exhaustion.
“Oooh! I think she’s getting tired” A voice Helen didn’t recognise teased.
Lilly looked up at Amy, who had joined them and grinned.
“Andrea did Helen stop tickle torturing you when you were tired?” Lilly asked
“No she tickle tortured me mercilessly!” Andrea replied.
“Then we will continue!” Lilly stated firmly switched on a toothbrush and exploring Helen’s arches with her cruel sharp nails.
Helen began to plead into her ball-gag and thrashed frantically as her unknown assailant abandoned the long fluffy feathers in exchange for a horrendous finger tickle that quickly found her worst spots and focused on them.
“It seems piggy has something to say!” Amy teased.
Piggy! Helen was enraged, she was not fat! She watched her figure and denied herself the amount of ice cream, wine and cheese she would otherwise enjoy in the evenings. She was a little plump, being in her mid-thirties but went to the gym being proud of her figure. Her rage could not escape as the torture continued, she felt humiliated hung up like a pig and tickle tortured.
“Okay let’s see what piggy had to say!” Lilly teased, picked up the nickname having sensed Helen’s indignation through her frantic struggles.
Helen felt the ball-gag loosen and the tickle torture slow to a gentle teasing, but still unbearable torment.
“Ple-ease Sto-op!” Was all she could say, utterly broken.
“Stop? And why should we stop?” Lilly asked, briefly re-introducing her nails to the slow torment of Helen’s left arch.
“I can’t take anymore! Pl-lease I didn’t tickle Andrea this badly!” Helen begged
“No but you still tickled her! She’s mine you understand!” Lilly responded using both nails in a horrendous dance over Helen’s arches that rendered her victim speechless; her mouth open in silent laughter.
“I… I’m.. I… I’m… S…Sooor…” Was all Helen could manage.
“You’re what?” Lilly asked slowing the tickle torture and returning the nail to fingertip ratio to about 50/50.
“I’m S…s…soooo..orry!” Helen pleaded her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Well that is a start! But I can’t have people tickling my Andrea without my permission!” Lilly responded tartly.
Andrea continued her slow teasing tickle of Helen’s right foot not really sure if she liked being described in the possessive tense by Lilly but slightly scared of Lilly’s fierce protectiveness over her. Amy meanwhile had returned to swipe the long soft feathers up and down over Helen’s underarms. Andrea admired Amy; her gothic costume and demeanour perfectly offsetting the slow cruel torture she inflicted on the incoherent Helen whose sweat drenched hair stuck to her blindfold and the saliva covered ball-gag that still hung around her neck.
“Hmmm!” Lilly pondered…. “What to do with you?”
“Mer-ercy!” Helen pleaded her voice almost lost to exhaustion.
“Well I suppose we could give you a break from the tickle torture but you will have to prove you are truly sorry!”
“Anything just stop!” Helen pleaded as the tickling slowed.
“Hmm! I think I have an idea!” Lilly announced rummaging through her bag of assorted tickle toys and restraints.
Helen twitched as she felt something being placed over her crotch. She still didn’t know what was happening, she felt the knots being tied to the side of each thigh like a bikini bottom was being tied to her. Andrea observed the vibrating panties being expertly applied by Amy and Lilly and wondered what Lilly was up to. With a final click the central clasp was applied and adjusted to the right tension.
“Okay, so if you are truly repentant all you need to demonstrate it is to not orgasm for the next half an hour” Lilly stated her tone empty of any menace but terrifying Helen all the same.
“Okay?...” Helen replied not meaning to make it sound like a question.
“We will start on a gentle setting with no tickling, if you seem to respond to the vibrating panties….”
Helen jumped, Lilly had switched on the device exactly as she revealed what they were.
“… we will tickle you!” Lilly finished running an index finger across Helen’s left sole as punishment for the twitch.
The vibrating panties were gentle but effective, no matter how Helen squirmed she couldn’t get away. Lilly and Amy had expertly placed them in the right spot and Helen’s moans and sighs soon earnt her the first gentle teasing tickles. She tried to control herself and stay still but between the blindfold and the phantom tickles from the tickle hell she had endured she was soon giggling and sighing half wanting to be cut down from the tree rack and half wishing one of her tormentors would place a hand on her crotch to push her over the edge into ecstasy.
“Now, Now doesn’t look like you’re repentant to me!” Lilly chided.
“Please! I’m sorry! Just let me cum!” Helen begged.
“You’re supposed to resist to prove how sorry you are!” Amy teased whispering in Helen’s ear.
The breath of her unknown tormentor only turned Helen on more as she squirmed and writhed. This was humiliating but Helen could not help longing for the release of an orgasm, the arousal from her oiling and pussy cleaning being left to smoulder throughout her subsequent torture.
“I think we should let her have one on the house, you know since she clearly doesn’t get much action!” Amy teased.
Helen would have bristled if she wasn’t so overwhelmed by trying to resist the monotonous buzzing at her crotch. She was never popular and often intimidated men, putting them down as a defence mechanism and driving them away. She had grown jealous of the attention Andrea hardly seemed to notice, or shied away from when she did.
“Okay but then she has to resist a more intense test!” Lilly beamed.
“Do you want to do the honours, Lil?” Amy asked.
“Not really how about you Andrea?” Lilly replied
Andrea shyly looked up from feathering Helen’s arches and toes and shook her head, still slightly uncomfortable with the vibrating panties but enjoy Helen’s helplessness.
“Looks like she’s all your Amy!” Lilly declared
Amy! That is the name of….. Must be the Goth girl! Helen thought, not noticing from the subtle sounds that Lilly had taken Amy’s position behind her to tickle her underarms and Amy had positioned herself in front of her smouldering pussy. Helen’s revelry at learning one of her tormentor’s names ceased as she felt a pair of lips meet her own. In her big boots Amy stood face to face with the petite stretched out Helen and slipped her tongue into the sighing woman’s mouth as she gently applied pressure to the vibrating panties making resistance impossible.
Whilst Amy enjoyed herself Andrea increased the tickling of Helen’s feet using her nails on both arches and smiling lost in her world of revenge. Lilly meanwhile was feathering Helen’s arches and neck enjoying distracting her victim from the release she craved. The tickling worked and Helen approached orgasm but could not climax. As Amy pulled away from the kiss Helen giggled, why did they have to keep tickling her?
Amy whispered in Helen’s ear… “When you climax I am going to tickle you so badly you will lose your mind!”
For some reason the threat turned Helen on and her eyes rolled back in bliss as the long awaited orgasm arrived in full force. Sensing the flood gate had opened Amy resumed pushing the panties into Helen’s pussy finding the perfect pressure to enhance the ecstasy of her victim and leaning in to kiss her again until Helen was spent.
Helen hung exhausted from the tree rack, her skin pink and her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.
“Okay so no evidence of repentance there!” Lilly teased, her words lost on he almost unconscious Helen.
“I think we need to relocate her” Andrea chimed in.
“How about the rack? I like all this stretching, but I think she needs to be horizontal for a while!” Amy added, imagining the petite Helen stretches out for torture on the rack and glad it had already been assembled for the up-coming event.
Helen barely remembered being released from the tree rack but noted the return of Ingrid who carried her like a child. She scarcely remembered being put on the rack and afterwards couldn’t recall if she had been allowed a short sleep. The small amount of slumber her tormentors had indeed granted her was full of nightmares of the tickle torture she had already endured, these nightmare moved seamlessly into the nightmare of the racks wheels turning to stretch her out.
“No please!” Helen begged, her body reaching maximum tension and the blindfold increasing her anxiety.
How many torturers would tickle her this time? How long would she suffer? Would they ever let her go?
All these questions swirled around Helen’s mind as something hard was placed against her pussy.
“Since you seemed to respond to the pressure we thought this time we would use a different vibrator…” Lilly teased, adjusting the vibrator which attached to the rack in a specially designed slot she had helped Simon to include so an array of device could be added, including a feather wheel.
“No! I’m sorry for tickling Andrea! Let me go!” Helen pleaded wiggling her toes as they were tied back to the stocks at the foot of the rack.
“Sorry! But you failed the first test! Let hope you can resist this time, because the third and final chance to earn forgiveness will be much worse!” Lilly teased switching on the vibrator and setting the frequency and pressure to random.
The effects were visibly harder for Helen to resist, the variable pressure and intensity keeping her in a constant state of anxiety only enhanced by the tickling of her soles, toes and underarms. Lilly noticed that several times the vibrator had a special effect on Helen and the third or fourth time she spotted the setting on the read-out attached to vibrator controls. Abandoning Helen’s underarms Lilly programmed the pressure and frequency to oscillate tightly around what she had seen the read-out display. The effects were instantaneous…
“No please! Put it back to how it was! I can’t resist that!” Helen begged.
“You had better resist!” Lilly threatened.
Helen was helpless she tried to pull away but her bonds wouldn’t allow it. The tickling slowed to a gentle caress and free of the distraction it provided she couldn’t take any more. As Helen caved in she panted and sighed, rolling her head from side to side with deep moans. This orgasm lacked the desperate release of the first one but lasted longer, the vibrator changing ever so slightly around the ‘sweet spot’ Lilly had spotted on the read-out. Helen’s orgasm seemed to last forever and as it came to a conclusion she passed out unable to stand anymore ecstasy.
When Helen awoke she tried to move but found she couldn’t. A familiar creaking revealed she was awake and her struggles were rewarded with a gentle tickle of her arches. Trying to escape this Helen found her toes were tied back tightly. What was that creaking? Helen felt sweaty and warm. Her arms were stretched out above her head and aside from her fingers only her face and underarms were free of the strange confining sensation, what had they… Oh No!
Helen suddenly remembered certain tickling videos were the victim was wrapped up in plastic or Clingfilm. She was not stretched out like before but felt even more trapped. She was blindfolded but not gagged and giggled as her struggles earnt more attention to both her feet and underarms.
“Good morning Helen!” Lilly teased.
“Please!” Helen begged through giggles and squirmed.
“…Or should I say good evening!” Lilly continued ignoring Helen’s protests.
“Let me go! Haven’t I suffered enough?” Helen pleaded.
“Suffered?! You have been laughing and orgasm-ing away like there is no tomorrow when you are supposed to be proving how sorry you are for tickling my Andrea!” Lilly chided
“I am sorry! Just let me go!” Helen begged
“I will be merciful! You have one last chance to prove how sorry you are!” Lilly purred.
Helen could only giggle and desperately try to escape the armpit and foot tickles her tormentor had been waiting impatiently to deliver.
Lilly continued: “If you are successful I will let you go and you can have a free ticket to out event next weekend…
… If you are unsuccessful you will become Andrea’s tickle slave and be the slave of a slave, any time and place and way you will oblige to be tickle tortured for as long as either of us, or our friends wish it”.
“Of course if you are successful a lot of that will happen too” An unknown voice added, Helen wasn’t sure if it was Amy or one of the other girls.
“Now then we have two devices you may have detected when squirming Helen!” Lilly continued.
Helen continued to giggle and squirm desperately trying to escape the restrictive bondage, did they have her strapped to a plank? It felt like it. What devices? Helen was too distracted to think straight and didn’t know what Lilly was talking about.
“Naturally there are the vibrating panties we can control remotely via a remote control….” Lilly continued
As Helen squirmed she noted she was wearing panties and the slight lump of the small vibrator was almost detectable precisely in the right place over her clitoris.
“Also since I asked Andrea what was the worst aspect of you tickling her we have also added a small vibrating device to your belly button! Enjoy!” Lilly’s voice terrified Helen, suddenly she was aware of the device in her belly button.
Helen tried to squirm but was stopped by an extra belt being placed around her to push the device deeper into her belly button. It wasn’t even switched on yet but still Helen’s torment was unbearable even one flinch from the tickling of her feet and underarms pushing it into her. Her terror only ceased as the vibrating panties were switched on. The buzzing almost calmed her, the tickling slowed to a gentle caress of her trapped soles and underarms. Helen began to sigh as the panties started to have an effect.
“Half an hour without an orgasm, you have 29 minutes left” Lilly’s voice declared.
“Please no more tickling!” Helen begged the foot tickling being expertly balanced to torment her without distracting her from the inescapable buzzing at her crotch.
“Speaking without permission! That is punishable with increased tickle torture for two minutes and activation of the second device!” Lilly declared triumphantly.
Helen shrieked as two hairbrush scrubbed her arches whilst what felt like and army of electric toothbrushes and flossers explored her toes. The belly button device pushed Helen into insanity, she knew in her rational mind that any movement would only push it in to her further, but still she bucked and thrashed as the torture continued. What she didn’t know was the belt had a specially designed lump perfectly designed to translate any such movement into increased torment.
“Okay times up! Back to Level 1 tickle torture and switch off the device” Lilly commanded
“Thank you!” Helen responded unthinkingly.
“Scratch that!” Lilly rejoiced.
“No please! I didn’t….” Helen begged.
“Six minutes now, she spoke again!” Lilly beamed
“There are of course other rules to this game, but you will find out what those are when you break them!” Amy’s voice added sadistically.
Helen’s torture continued, she was almost delirious when her six minutes were up. The enhanced tickling had distracted her from the vibrator which rubbed against her in response to any movement. As the tickling slowed to a gentle teasing caress its effects became more central to Helen’s perception of reality which was tightly restricted to the soft sensations applied to her helpless body. As she sighed and moaned she couldn’t help but squirm in a way that pushed it against her in just the right way, forgetting herself she moaned…
“Oh yes!”
“Okay that is punishable by increasing the intensity of the vibrator!” Lilly declared.
“Mmmm” was all Helen could manage as Lilly programmed in the settings from the rack vibrator.
The tickling continued slowly, teasing Helen rather than torturing her. Helen had always favoured extreme tickle torture but was starting to warm to the techniques she had experienced at the hands of these girls. Her mind wandered to fantasies of inflicting this torture on the pretty Asian woman, that Goth girl she was sure was the one tickling her before. As her fantasies began to include the many women from her favourite videos she realised her mistake.
It was too late and impossible to stop the tide, or even hide the orgasm that caused her to moan as every last possible wave of pleasure was extracted from her twitching body.
“Looks like you have a new tickle slave Andrea” Lilly declared.
“What position do you want her in first?” Amy asked.
“I think the one she is in now is quite good” Andrea replied teasing Helen’s hypersensitive toes with a pair of feathers.
“Good call!” Lilly added switching off the vibrator and returning to focus on Helen’s underarms.
“No please!” Helen moaned, utterly exhausted.
“Looks like someone wants device number 2 switched back on!” Lilly purred!
“Nooooo!” Helen pleaded as the click of the button preceded the evil device in her belly button activating.
Around her three hungry vixens tormented her helpless body completely focused on their cruel task. The sun was started to reach the horizon but the air was still warm and at least an hour of torture could be inflicted on the helpless Helen.
Also noting the sun the remaining girls and Simon guessed that they too had about an hour to tickle Natalie and Nicole whose ankles were tied above them to a convenient tree branch. The two victims wriggled and squirmed, their wrist were outstretched above their heads to a post beyond each girl’s sheepskin that protected their backs from grass beneath. It had been a perfect day, Nicole’s torment had been less torturous than Helen’s and she had even had a go at tickling a few of the girls, she looked forwards to the event at the castle next weekend she had received a conditional invitation to and giggled as Betty returned to a sensitive part of her arches which were held back with a devilish toe tie. She was glad she had agreed to follow the mousy haired woman from the beach and wondered what had happened to her before losing her train of thought to helpless giggles.
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Ingrid sighed as she approached Lilly, Simon and Betty not far behind. In front of the trio was the outstretched Helen being punished for tickling Andrea, Lilly’s new friend, or girlfriend?… Or pet! Their relationship was a little hard to define.
Since the relocation of Nicole; an unexpected addition to the trap set for Helen, Lilly had removed Helen’s top. Exposing her small but perky breasts to the early afternoon sun. Before speaking Ingrid noted that unlike the rest of her body Helen’s freshly exposed breasts had not received any sun cream and made a mental note to apply some after persuading Lilly to let her take on the guard routine she enjoyed so much. Ingrid waited a second for Betty and Simon to catch up enjoying the scene in front of her.
Lilly was gently teasing Helen’s upper body with two long red feathers, exploring her underarms neck and breasts. Helen was still blindfolded but her gag had been removed. Her laughter varied between soft giggles and the silent laughter only those who have suffered a serious torture session produce. Simon and Betty joined Ingrid who took the lead.
“Okay Lilly! Times up you have had your ten minutes, looks like Helen managed to hold it in!”
“But I’m just getting started!” Lilly protested.
“Well you will have to continue later” Betty chimed in.
“I think she was lying!” Lilly insisted… “She would have wet herself by now if she really needed to go!”
“Lilly just let it go!” Simon added not wanting this to get out of hand.
“Okay! After one last Tummy Tickle!” Lilly declared as she quickly gave Helen’s sides and tummy an unexpected squeeze.
The tickling took the blindfolded Helen by surprise and after ten minutes of valiantly resisting, she lost control and wet herself. Her face turned red as she heard the response from her rescuers. Her humiliation over rid the exhaustion from the tickle torture she had endured and she kicked and thrashed in her bondage wishing she had never fallen into this trap, or tickled Andrea for information. She knew the Asian woman had deliberately left her panties on to make things worse, and it did! Her humiliation was made worse by the breeze on her wet panties as she was released and guided up to be escorted away.
“Okay so I will pour some water on the grass but you are dealing with this Lilly!” Ingrid grumbled.
“Oh I’m sure I can clean her up!” Lilly purred, ignoring the annoyance in Ingrid’s voice.
“If it is anything like dogs I will have to cut a bit of grass from elsewhere and replace it! And right before the event we are organising!” Ingrid complained; her gardening a passion second only to tickling.
“I will get you a bowl of water Lilly! I suggest stretching her out between some trees or something” Simon interjected, hoping to appease the situation but noting that he would have to have words with Lilly later.
Betty removed Helen’s gag as she was escorted by her husband and Ingrid, asking…
“Do you still need to go to the bathroom sweetie?”
Helen just nodded too embarrassed to speak. She was escorted to the bathroom in the gatehouse and considered running before realising that;
A: the amazon woman would catch her and…
B: she was totally naked and in the middle of nowhere without her car keys.
Helen had a strange mind-set from the torture, it was almost like this wasn’t real. She knew she should be panicking more but her humiliation was so complete it was almost like this wasn’t happening to her. She was returned to a different part of the courtyard where the Asian woman and the other two were standing by a strange tree, she really had to learn their names! She knew the ginger one was called Ingrid and what was it Andrea had called the Asian woman?
Her musings were cut short as her arms were tied to two ropes dangling down from the branch, she wasn’t sure what was happening and thing were less clear once her blindfold was reapplied. She felt her ankles being cuffed in leather which she guessed were attached to the loose ropes she remembered seeing tied to the bit of root that poked up from the ground. Helen also remembered several ropes that seemed to pull this branch down, what were they doing to her?
Her questions were answered when she heard the Asian woman say…
“Okay time to stretch her out! Ready Ingrid?”
Helen panicked, stretch?! She heard the branch creak and was pulled up slowly until the ropes holding her ankles stopped her. The stretching slowed and she guessed the rope was being eased to get her stretched out as tight as possible without hurting or damaging her. She had never come across anything like this, she had seen videos and pictures of women stretched out on racks and tickled but this was new to her. Despite her desperate situation she was intrigued she loved watching those women tickle tortured on the rack and this imaginative means of restraint excited her, if only it was Andrea or one of these women about to be tickled and not her!
Helen jumped as a warm wet sponge was applied to her pussy, despite being pleasant the sensations were unexpected.
“Do you like that do you?” She heard the Asian woman purr.
She tried to speak but could only sigh as her chest was oiled, she guessed it was the ginger amazon woman whose hand were bigger even than those of the man dressed like a circus master. The sensations on her breasts might have tickled her a few hours ago but Helen was too exhausted from her ordeal and no longer registered gently tickling sensations. The stretching and oiling was something of a reprieve, the stretching even seemed to help her bad back from years of working at a desk.
Helen jumped again as something soft stroked the soft skin between her legs, the tree rack for the want of a better term held her legs apart enough to make her vulnerable and she giggled as the soft brush explored her most sensitive regions.
“Oh does that tickle?” Lilly teased.
“Yes!” Helen quietly sighed her breast had been fully oiled and now the rest of her body was receiving a top up.
“Well too bad! You need to suffer!” Lilly exclaimed her appetite for revenge unfulfilled.
Helen giggled as the soft brush explored the soft skin of her crotch. With her left hand Lilly teased the backs of her knees that proved to be exceptionally ticklish as a result of being stretched out. The tickling was not torturous and Helen found herself becoming aroused as a result of the soft sensations around her pussy and the gentle massage the rest of her body received as Ingrid ensured she was fully oiled and protected from the sun. Helen tried to hide her arousal but could not control the sighs and moans…
“Hey! You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!” Lilly chided.
Helen could only giggle and squirm as much as the tree rack allowed. Ingrid had finished oiling her body and begun to tickle her all over, enjoying the way she tried to squirm and wriggle despite being completely stretched out and exposed. Her futile attempts to escape increased as the amazon focused on her tummy getting ever closer to her belly button. Lilly meanwhile had taken to holding the brush between her teeth to allow both hands to explore the backs of Helen’s knees. After extensive experimentation the ambidextrous Asian had found that running her fingertips up and down the length of Helen’s legs pausing slightly at the backs of the knees produced the best results. Helen’s arousal at her situation now faded as the tickling became more torturous. Her struggles became more frantic as her belly button was explored. Distracted by the sudden increase in her victim’s attempts to escape Lilly took the brush from her mouth and addressed Ingrid in mild tone;
“Ingrid sweetie, I think Andrea should be a witness to Helens punishment could you please get her”
Ingrid looked down, she had been enjoying torturing the petite mousy haired office bully but the prospect of tickling the little blonde from the beach also appealed to her.
“Alright but I want another go at tickling this one later” Ingrid responded, she was sure Andrea wouldn’t let Lilly take things too far.
As Ingrid left Lilly abandoned Helen’s legs and moved down to her feet, using her nails to deadly effect on her high arches. As Helen struggled to escape the tickling of her dangling feet Lilly noted two things;
1: The toe ties had been removed when Helen was taken to the bathroom.
2: Helen’s feet were dirty from walking on the grass and stone floor of the gatehouse.
Her arches were clean however and as Andrea approached Lilly had an evil idea. Settling down next to Lilly, Andrea took over the tickling of Helen’s right foot leaving her mentor with the left.
“Andrea sweetie, do you know what happened to those toe-ties?” Lilly asked.
“Oh I picked them up en-route” Andrea responding placing the ankle and toe restraints next to the bowl of still warm soapy water.
“Good girl, I think after we clean her toes with these electric toothbrushes they will help keep her toes still for a good scrubbing!” Lilly responded handing her friend a toothbrush.
Helen tried to wiggle her toes to escape the evil spinning brushes but to no avail. Her tormentors held her toes with one hand to gain access to the sensitive spots underneath were the toes met the balls of her feet. This was purely to torture her as it was only really the pads of her big toes that were dirty. Eventually her toes were deemed clean enough to be tied back, there being sufficient room beneath the ankle restraints attached to the roots of the tree for those which would pull back her big toes. The torture between her toes continued with the electric toothbrushes to begin with, it was made worse by the scribbling of fingernails over her arches which were stretched out and helpless.
Helen became hysterical and had to be gagged again. She felt truly helpless at being naked, stretched out, blindfolded and gagged. Such was her torment and humiliation that she did not notice the torture of her soles did not stop as the gag was applied. It became apparent to her that screams and laughter had attracted a third torturer as feathers were slowly drawn up and down her exposed underarms.
At her soles the toothbrushes had been temporarily abandoned in exchange for scrubbing brushes to clean her already hyper-sensitive soles. Her toes were not left alone and feathers and small paint brushes were used to explore the sensitive areas in between and underneath. The torture was too much and Helen began to hang her head in exhaustion.
“Oooh! I think she’s getting tired” A voice Helen didn’t recognise teased.
Lilly looked up at Amy, who had joined them and grinned.
“Andrea did Helen stop tickle torturing you when you were tired?” Lilly asked
“No she tickle tortured me mercilessly!” Andrea replied.
“Then we will continue!” Lilly stated firmly switched on a toothbrush and exploring Helen’s arches with her cruel sharp nails.
Helen began to plead into her ball-gag and thrashed frantically as her unknown assailant abandoned the long fluffy feathers in exchange for a horrendous finger tickle that quickly found her worst spots and focused on them.
“It seems piggy has something to say!” Amy teased.
Piggy! Helen was enraged, she was not fat! She watched her figure and denied herself the amount of ice cream, wine and cheese she would otherwise enjoy in the evenings. She was a little plump, being in her mid-thirties but went to the gym being proud of her figure. Her rage could not escape as the torture continued, she felt humiliated hung up like a pig and tickle tortured.
“Okay let’s see what piggy had to say!” Lilly teased, picked up the nickname having sensed Helen’s indignation through her frantic struggles.
Helen felt the ball-gag loosen and the tickle torture slow to a gentle teasing, but still unbearable torment.
“Ple-ease Sto-op!” Was all she could say, utterly broken.
“Stop? And why should we stop?” Lilly asked, briefly re-introducing her nails to the slow torment of Helen’s left arch.
“I can’t take anymore! Pl-lease I didn’t tickle Andrea this badly!” Helen begged
“No but you still tickled her! She’s mine you understand!” Lilly responded using both nails in a horrendous dance over Helen’s arches that rendered her victim speechless; her mouth open in silent laughter.
“I… I’m.. I… I’m… S…Sooor…” Was all Helen could manage.
“You’re what?” Lilly asked slowing the tickle torture and returning the nail to fingertip ratio to about 50/50.
“I’m S…s…soooo..orry!” Helen pleaded her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Well that is a start! But I can’t have people tickling my Andrea without my permission!” Lilly responded tartly.
Andrea continued her slow teasing tickle of Helen’s right foot not really sure if she liked being described in the possessive tense by Lilly but slightly scared of Lilly’s fierce protectiveness over her. Amy meanwhile had returned to swipe the long soft feathers up and down over Helen’s underarms. Andrea admired Amy; her gothic costume and demeanour perfectly offsetting the slow cruel torture she inflicted on the incoherent Helen whose sweat drenched hair stuck to her blindfold and the saliva covered ball-gag that still hung around her neck.
“Hmmm!” Lilly pondered…. “What to do with you?”
“Mer-ercy!” Helen pleaded her voice almost lost to exhaustion.
“Well I suppose we could give you a break from the tickle torture but you will have to prove you are truly sorry!”
“Anything just stop!” Helen pleaded as the tickling slowed.
“Hmm! I think I have an idea!” Lilly announced rummaging through her bag of assorted tickle toys and restraints.
Helen twitched as she felt something being placed over her crotch. She still didn’t know what was happening, she felt the knots being tied to the side of each thigh like a bikini bottom was being tied to her. Andrea observed the vibrating panties being expertly applied by Amy and Lilly and wondered what Lilly was up to. With a final click the central clasp was applied and adjusted to the right tension.
“Okay, so if you are truly repentant all you need to demonstrate it is to not orgasm for the next half an hour” Lilly stated her tone empty of any menace but terrifying Helen all the same.
“Okay?...” Helen replied not meaning to make it sound like a question.
“We will start on a gentle setting with no tickling, if you seem to respond to the vibrating panties….”
Helen jumped, Lilly had switched on the device exactly as she revealed what they were.
“… we will tickle you!” Lilly finished running an index finger across Helen’s left sole as punishment for the twitch.
The vibrating panties were gentle but effective, no matter how Helen squirmed she couldn’t get away. Lilly and Amy had expertly placed them in the right spot and Helen’s moans and sighs soon earnt her the first gentle teasing tickles. She tried to control herself and stay still but between the blindfold and the phantom tickles from the tickle hell she had endured she was soon giggling and sighing half wanting to be cut down from the tree rack and half wishing one of her tormentors would place a hand on her crotch to push her over the edge into ecstasy.
“Now, Now doesn’t look like you’re repentant to me!” Lilly chided.
“Please! I’m sorry! Just let me cum!” Helen begged.
“You’re supposed to resist to prove how sorry you are!” Amy teased whispering in Helen’s ear.
The breath of her unknown tormentor only turned Helen on more as she squirmed and writhed. This was humiliating but Helen could not help longing for the release of an orgasm, the arousal from her oiling and pussy cleaning being left to smoulder throughout her subsequent torture.
“I think we should let her have one on the house, you know since she clearly doesn’t get much action!” Amy teased.
Helen would have bristled if she wasn’t so overwhelmed by trying to resist the monotonous buzzing at her crotch. She was never popular and often intimidated men, putting them down as a defence mechanism and driving them away. She had grown jealous of the attention Andrea hardly seemed to notice, or shied away from when she did.
“Okay but then she has to resist a more intense test!” Lilly beamed.
“Do you want to do the honours, Lil?” Amy asked.
“Not really how about you Andrea?” Lilly replied
Andrea shyly looked up from feathering Helen’s arches and toes and shook her head, still slightly uncomfortable with the vibrating panties but enjoy Helen’s helplessness.
“Looks like she’s all your Amy!” Lilly declared
Amy! That is the name of….. Must be the Goth girl! Helen thought, not noticing from the subtle sounds that Lilly had taken Amy’s position behind her to tickle her underarms and Amy had positioned herself in front of her smouldering pussy. Helen’s revelry at learning one of her tormentor’s names ceased as she felt a pair of lips meet her own. In her big boots Amy stood face to face with the petite stretched out Helen and slipped her tongue into the sighing woman’s mouth as she gently applied pressure to the vibrating panties making resistance impossible.
Whilst Amy enjoyed herself Andrea increased the tickling of Helen’s feet using her nails on both arches and smiling lost in her world of revenge. Lilly meanwhile was feathering Helen’s arches and neck enjoying distracting her victim from the release she craved. The tickling worked and Helen approached orgasm but could not climax. As Amy pulled away from the kiss Helen giggled, why did they have to keep tickling her?
Amy whispered in Helen’s ear… “When you climax I am going to tickle you so badly you will lose your mind!”
For some reason the threat turned Helen on and her eyes rolled back in bliss as the long awaited orgasm arrived in full force. Sensing the flood gate had opened Amy resumed pushing the panties into Helen’s pussy finding the perfect pressure to enhance the ecstasy of her victim and leaning in to kiss her again until Helen was spent.
Helen hung exhausted from the tree rack, her skin pink and her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.
“Okay so no evidence of repentance there!” Lilly teased, her words lost on he almost unconscious Helen.
“I think we need to relocate her” Andrea chimed in.
“How about the rack? I like all this stretching, but I think she needs to be horizontal for a while!” Amy added, imagining the petite Helen stretches out for torture on the rack and glad it had already been assembled for the up-coming event.
Helen barely remembered being released from the tree rack but noted the return of Ingrid who carried her like a child. She scarcely remembered being put on the rack and afterwards couldn’t recall if she had been allowed a short sleep. The small amount of slumber her tormentors had indeed granted her was full of nightmares of the tickle torture she had already endured, these nightmare moved seamlessly into the nightmare of the racks wheels turning to stretch her out.
“No please!” Helen begged, her body reaching maximum tension and the blindfold increasing her anxiety.
How many torturers would tickle her this time? How long would she suffer? Would they ever let her go?
All these questions swirled around Helen’s mind as something hard was placed against her pussy.
“Since you seemed to respond to the pressure we thought this time we would use a different vibrator…” Lilly teased, adjusting the vibrator which attached to the rack in a specially designed slot she had helped Simon to include so an array of device could be added, including a feather wheel.
“No! I’m sorry for tickling Andrea! Let me go!” Helen pleaded wiggling her toes as they were tied back to the stocks at the foot of the rack.
“Sorry! But you failed the first test! Let hope you can resist this time, because the third and final chance to earn forgiveness will be much worse!” Lilly teased switching on the vibrator and setting the frequency and pressure to random.
The effects were visibly harder for Helen to resist, the variable pressure and intensity keeping her in a constant state of anxiety only enhanced by the tickling of her soles, toes and underarms. Lilly noticed that several times the vibrator had a special effect on Helen and the third or fourth time she spotted the setting on the read-out attached to vibrator controls. Abandoning Helen’s underarms Lilly programmed the pressure and frequency to oscillate tightly around what she had seen the read-out display. The effects were instantaneous…
“No please! Put it back to how it was! I can’t resist that!” Helen begged.
“You had better resist!” Lilly threatened.
Helen was helpless she tried to pull away but her bonds wouldn’t allow it. The tickling slowed to a gentle caress and free of the distraction it provided she couldn’t take any more. As Helen caved in she panted and sighed, rolling her head from side to side with deep moans. This orgasm lacked the desperate release of the first one but lasted longer, the vibrator changing ever so slightly around the ‘sweet spot’ Lilly had spotted on the read-out. Helen’s orgasm seemed to last forever and as it came to a conclusion she passed out unable to stand anymore ecstasy.
When Helen awoke she tried to move but found she couldn’t. A familiar creaking revealed she was awake and her struggles were rewarded with a gentle tickle of her arches. Trying to escape this Helen found her toes were tied back tightly. What was that creaking? Helen felt sweaty and warm. Her arms were stretched out above her head and aside from her fingers only her face and underarms were free of the strange confining sensation, what had they… Oh No!
Helen suddenly remembered certain tickling videos were the victim was wrapped up in plastic or Clingfilm. She was not stretched out like before but felt even more trapped. She was blindfolded but not gagged and giggled as her struggles earnt more attention to both her feet and underarms.
“Good morning Helen!” Lilly teased.
“Please!” Helen begged through giggles and squirmed.
“…Or should I say good evening!” Lilly continued ignoring Helen’s protests.
“Let me go! Haven’t I suffered enough?” Helen pleaded.
“Suffered?! You have been laughing and orgasm-ing away like there is no tomorrow when you are supposed to be proving how sorry you are for tickling my Andrea!” Lilly chided
“I am sorry! Just let me go!” Helen begged
“I will be merciful! You have one last chance to prove how sorry you are!” Lilly purred.
Helen could only giggle and desperately try to escape the armpit and foot tickles her tormentor had been waiting impatiently to deliver.
Lilly continued: “If you are successful I will let you go and you can have a free ticket to out event next weekend…
… If you are unsuccessful you will become Andrea’s tickle slave and be the slave of a slave, any time and place and way you will oblige to be tickle tortured for as long as either of us, or our friends wish it”.
“Of course if you are successful a lot of that will happen too” An unknown voice added, Helen wasn’t sure if it was Amy or one of the other girls.
“Now then we have two devices you may have detected when squirming Helen!” Lilly continued.
Helen continued to giggle and squirm desperately trying to escape the restrictive bondage, did they have her strapped to a plank? It felt like it. What devices? Helen was too distracted to think straight and didn’t know what Lilly was talking about.
“Naturally there are the vibrating panties we can control remotely via a remote control….” Lilly continued
As Helen squirmed she noted she was wearing panties and the slight lump of the small vibrator was almost detectable precisely in the right place over her clitoris.
“Also since I asked Andrea what was the worst aspect of you tickling her we have also added a small vibrating device to your belly button! Enjoy!” Lilly’s voice terrified Helen, suddenly she was aware of the device in her belly button.
Helen tried to squirm but was stopped by an extra belt being placed around her to push the device deeper into her belly button. It wasn’t even switched on yet but still Helen’s torment was unbearable even one flinch from the tickling of her feet and underarms pushing it into her. Her terror only ceased as the vibrating panties were switched on. The buzzing almost calmed her, the tickling slowed to a gentle caress of her trapped soles and underarms. Helen began to sigh as the panties started to have an effect.
“Half an hour without an orgasm, you have 29 minutes left” Lilly’s voice declared.
“Please no more tickling!” Helen begged the foot tickling being expertly balanced to torment her without distracting her from the inescapable buzzing at her crotch.
“Speaking without permission! That is punishable with increased tickle torture for two minutes and activation of the second device!” Lilly declared triumphantly.
Helen shrieked as two hairbrush scrubbed her arches whilst what felt like and army of electric toothbrushes and flossers explored her toes. The belly button device pushed Helen into insanity, she knew in her rational mind that any movement would only push it in to her further, but still she bucked and thrashed as the torture continued. What she didn’t know was the belt had a specially designed lump perfectly designed to translate any such movement into increased torment.
“Okay times up! Back to Level 1 tickle torture and switch off the device” Lilly commanded
“Thank you!” Helen responded unthinkingly.
“Scratch that!” Lilly rejoiced.
“No please! I didn’t….” Helen begged.
“Six minutes now, she spoke again!” Lilly beamed
“There are of course other rules to this game, but you will find out what those are when you break them!” Amy’s voice added sadistically.
Helen’s torture continued, she was almost delirious when her six minutes were up. The enhanced tickling had distracted her from the vibrator which rubbed against her in response to any movement. As the tickling slowed to a gentle teasing caress its effects became more central to Helen’s perception of reality which was tightly restricted to the soft sensations applied to her helpless body. As she sighed and moaned she couldn’t help but squirm in a way that pushed it against her in just the right way, forgetting herself she moaned…
“Oh yes!”
“Okay that is punishable by increasing the intensity of the vibrator!” Lilly declared.
“Mmmm” was all Helen could manage as Lilly programmed in the settings from the rack vibrator.
The tickling continued slowly, teasing Helen rather than torturing her. Helen had always favoured extreme tickle torture but was starting to warm to the techniques she had experienced at the hands of these girls. Her mind wandered to fantasies of inflicting this torture on the pretty Asian woman, that Goth girl she was sure was the one tickling her before. As her fantasies began to include the many women from her favourite videos she realised her mistake.
It was too late and impossible to stop the tide, or even hide the orgasm that caused her to moan as every last possible wave of pleasure was extracted from her twitching body.
“Looks like you have a new tickle slave Andrea” Lilly declared.
“What position do you want her in first?” Amy asked.
“I think the one she is in now is quite good” Andrea replied teasing Helen’s hypersensitive toes with a pair of feathers.
“Good call!” Lilly added switching off the vibrator and returning to focus on Helen’s underarms.
“No please!” Helen moaned, utterly exhausted.
“Looks like someone wants device number 2 switched back on!” Lilly purred!
“Nooooo!” Helen pleaded as the click of the button preceded the evil device in her belly button activating.
Around her three hungry vixens tormented her helpless body completely focused on their cruel task. The sun was started to reach the horizon but the air was still warm and at least an hour of torture could be inflicted on the helpless Helen.
Also noting the sun the remaining girls and Simon guessed that they too had about an hour to tickle Natalie and Nicole whose ankles were tied above them to a convenient tree branch. The two victims wriggled and squirmed, their wrist were outstretched above their heads to a post beyond each girl’s sheepskin that protected their backs from grass beneath. It had been a perfect day, Nicole’s torment had been less torturous than Helen’s and she had even had a go at tickling a few of the girls, she looked forwards to the event at the castle next weekend she had received a conditional invitation to and giggled as Betty returned to a sensitive part of her arches which were held back with a devilish toe tie. She was glad she had agreed to follow the mousy haired woman from the beach and wondered what had happened to her before losing her train of thought to helpless giggles.
