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Hi sorry for the delay. Had this 90% complete weeks ago but wasn't happy with it. Still not 100% with some of the details and wanted to add a bit but can't wedge it in. Hopefully my concerns don't reflect a decline in quality. Also I'm not superstitious but have called it 12b since it mostly runs parallel with part 12.
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Nicole giggled as the four girls gently teased her with feathers and their fingertips. The tickling wasn’t torturous but the anxiety from being blindfolded raised her sensitivity. The flossers and electric toothbrushes that had previously been used to torment her toes had been abandoned in favour for a gentle finger tickling. Nicole was kneeling; her arms raised above her head her feet tied behind the tree around which she was tied, escape was impossible. The four girls focused on their victim, enjoying the soft giggles extracted by the techniques they had perfected to a fine art. If they wanted to torture Nicole they could but they preferred her responses to the gentle tickles. Emily smiled serenely as she teased Nicole’s neck with two soft feathers. Below this Amy swished and swirled two soft make-up brushes across and over Nicole’s helpless outstretched underarms in an unpredictably infuriating pattern. Occasionally interspersing the long strokes with a frantic flickering of the brushes in the smooth hollows making her victim squirm.
At Nicole’s feet Andrea and Natalie were completely focused on their cruel task. Natalie used the fingertips of one hand to tease Nicole’s left arch whilst exploring the top of her foot with the other, both areas being trapped and exposed by the toe ties that forced Nicole to kneel with her arches stretched out tight. Meanwhile Andrea was completely focused on Nicole’s right sole, varying between fluttering her fingertips in a random pattern in the most sensitive part of her outstretched arch and cruel tracing her fingers up and down the pale pink trapped flesh.
Every-now and then Andrea would remember how this petite blonde with her roots just starting to show had tormented her in the stocks at the beach, when this happened it was impossible for the sandy blonde to resist using her nails. This pushed the tickling from a gentle teasing torment to an unbearable torture. Without the need for discussion Natalie would abandon Nicole’s left sole and tease the tops of both of her victim’s feet. This allowed Andrea to use her nails on both of Nicole’s arches to devastating effect. This increased torture never lasted long but was enough to heighten Nicole’s anxiety; the gentle torture being enhanced by the nervousness that at any moment she would feel the cruel nail’s scratching her soft arches which were still just slippery enough from the sun cream.
Three of Nicole’s four tormentors were totally entranced by their victim’s giggles and squirms. Amy was the exception and would occasionally turn to look over her shoulder and listen for the sounds of Helen’s rescue party. Although she was enjoying tormenting the soft petite vanilla treat she craved to inflict a more merciless torture on the mousy blonde from Andrea’s office. In addition to satiating her cruel desires she also secretly hoped to learn a few details Andrea had glossed over when telling her new friends of her ordeal. She was certain she had seen the mousy blonde released and escorted to the gatehouse by Ingrid and was keeping an eye out for her return when Simon and Betty arrived.
“So what happened?” Amy asked.
“We will tell you later” Simon replied.
“Seems like you have been having more fun here” Betty chirped.
Nicole continued to giggle as the number of ticklers increased from four to six. She was starting to become tired from being forced to kneel with her toes stretched back against the ground and her fatigue became apparent to Betty who had joined Amy in tickling her underarms and sides.
“I think it is time for a new position” Betty suggested.
“How a-about a new vi-hiii…ctim?” Nicole added hopefully.
“Hmm… Not yet sweetie!” Amy replied.
“But I was promised I could tickle some of you and you have been tickling me for ages!” Nicole protested as the tickling slowed.
“How about a challenge? If you succeed you get released, that should make things interesting!” Betty suggested.
“Sounds fair” Nicole replied to a murmur of agreement.
“What sort of challenge” Amy asked quizically.
“Oh I have an idea!” Betty answered, releasing the toe ties and easing Nicole’s restraints so she could stretch out her ankles.
Nicole was moved to one of the pairs of stocks that trapped her feet in the middle with her hands to either side, just far enough so she could almost reach the fingers that would torment her trapped soles. Betty removed her blindfold, Nicole seemed relieved at this; little did she know it was a cruel ploy to add to her frustration. She would be able to see the torture that would be inflicted on her soles but would be powerless to stop it! ‘If only I could dress her as a Roman slave’… Betty thought to herself as she laid out the various feathers and brushes that would be used to torment Nicole’s sensitive feet.
“Okay so the rules for this game are simple” Betty began as she placed a stiff white goose quill down beside the other instruments of torture. Nicole looked over the top of the stocks nervously at the array of feathers and brushes, knowing the effect each had on her from her morning’s torment. She looked up to see her tormentors eyeing the same instruments eagerly as Betty continued…
“We each place a slip of paper with our name on it in a bag and draw a name at random. Whoever’s name is drawn gets one minute to tickle Nicole’s soles with the instrument of their choice”…
“Only one!” Amy protested, keenly scrutinising several of the soft brushes and awaiting the production of several hairbrushes from Betty’s bag.
“Well maybe one for each hand” Betty conceded, laying the last feather down and producing a pad of paper.
“And no fingers?” Amy asked.
“No just soft tickling” Betty replied getting fed up with Amy’s interruptions.
“Sounds boring” Amy replied wishing to join Lilly in what she was sure was a more extreme torture session.
Betty sighed and continued… “So here is a voucher to turn the tables! Which I will place between the beautiful Nicole’s toes”
Nicole obediently placed her toes together with a little flourish to hold the folded piece of paper between her two big toes. She knew the drill having been on the other side of the stocks for Emily’s game with the feathers. Emily in particular seemed to be enjoying the prospect of this game; although all the girls except for Amy enjoyed the little flourish Nicole gave them as she gripped the paper, it was almost as if she was pretending to be the beautiful assistant from an old gameshow or circus act. Amy just smirked slightly and longed to join Lilly in whatever she was doing.
“So I have five pieces of paper in the bag with each of your names on, when it is your turn you have one minute to make Nicole drop the paper. But if you don’t and she holds onto it she gets to tickle you!” Betty finished with a grin.
“And what if all five of us make her drop the bit of paper?” Amy asked still smirking.
“Well I suppose a special forfeit or something will be in order” Betty conceded, secretly hoping Amy would end up as Nicole’s victim so she could help the petite blonde wipe the smirk off Amy’s face and replace it with the agonised grimace she had seen Amy wear during many a torture session before…
“And what do we win if we make her drop the little note again?” Amy asked feigning interest in Betty’s little game in a way that all except perhaps Emily knew was insincere.
“Well the same as with Emily I suppose a minute of more intense finger tickles” Betty answered, subtly keeping the piece of paper with Amy’s name on top of the pile.
The rest of the girls seemed interested in the game, true it didn’t involve as torturous tickling as the morning had seen but the risk factor of having the tables turned made it more exciting. Betty made a show of shaking the bag whilst using the sleight of hand learnt from her circus days to ensure that Amy’s name would be the first produced. Normally Simon liked to act as a master of ceremonies for games like this but he had disappeared off, Betty didn’t know where to but knew when to give him his space. The remaining participants watched her eagerly enjoying the show.
“Well it looks like Amy gets to go first! Choose you tickle toys!” Betty declared placing the hourglass on the stocks ready to be turned.
Amy made no hesitation in selecting a pair of stiff white goose quills from the neat row of torture instruments and approached the stocks, her dominant demeanour causing Nicole to shrink and squirm before the torture even started. Her heckling earnt her an early turn of the hourglass, only enough to deny her a few seconds but still a noted reprimand for her previous lack of enthusiasm. She began quickly with several swift strokes of the feathers across Nicole’s soles like the strokes of an orchestra’s conductor. She quickly followed this by breezing the feathers across the gap between Nicole’s toes and the balls of her small feet, an opportunity well seized as the squirming contestant had just splayed her toes in response to her initial onslaught.
Nicole giggled and instinctively tried to reach her feet with her hands, this was hopeless but she was so focused on keeping her toes still she hardly registered she was doing it. Having tickled Nicole into her thrall Amy raised the feathers dramatically, with a sharp intake of air Nicole looked up following the cruel instruments of torture as they were held above her feet. Amy had already won, Nicole just didn’t know it yet. Continuing the dramatic conductor theme Amy reversed the feathers to bring the quill sides down perfectly to scratch two vertical strokes of Nicole’s soles, after bringing the feathers up in an equally dramatic motion the theatrical Goth danced the quill ends of the feathers in the centre of Nicole’s arches which she knew to be the most sensitive. Nicole couldn’t stand it any longer and tried to bat the horrible tickling sensations away leaning back as far as her bonds would allow as she laughed hysterically.
Betty was disappointed, but continued to watch Amy drive Nicole insane with her sharp effective fingernails for the remaining 40 seconds, and even held back Nicole’s toes after turning the hourglass over when it ran out; awarding the triumphant Goth girl a further minute of delicious torture enhanced by the helplessness of her victim’s feet.
“Okay next contestant!” Betty declared, picking up the bag as Nicole gasped for air.
Amy beamed at her victory, it wasn’t such a bad game! She spied Ingrid approaching her brilliant ginger hair bouncing as she strode towards them. Hopefully she could find out what was going on with Helen; and if it was more intense torture find a way to contribute towards it!
Andrea’s name was picked from the bag; Nicole breathed deeply, determined to win a chance to tickle her favourite victim from the beach. She had just enough time to gather herself as the piece of paper promising her a tickle session with the sandy blonde was returned to its place between her toes. Andrea spent a long time selecting a soft brush and a feather not unlike the one Amy had used, it was shame she was limited to only two as she couldn’t use the trick she had used to beat Emily at this game on her enlightening day at the beach.
Andrea approached her victim slowly trying to intimidate her the way Amy had, this didn’t seem to work; if anything Nicole seemed more determined than daunted. Betty turned over the hourglass whilst talking to Ingrid and Amy. Andrea began with earnest using the feather to dance between Nicole’s toes and the brush to tease her arches, swapping between feet and making full use of her ability to vary the sensations. The tickling was effective but Amy kept a tight grip on the piece of paper. Andrea turned the feather to use the pointy end to trace an evil pattern on Nicole’s right arches whilst the brush swished its unpredictable path over the left. Still Nicole resisted; Andrea became frustrated, especially since three of her audience were deep in conversation. She sighed noticed the hourglass was nearly empty, as she exhaled Nicole curled her toes.
Andrea felt the sudden euphoria of a Eureka moment, she knew what she had to do! Leaning in she blew steadily on Nicole’s toes whilst maintaining the same torturous mixture of brush and feather tickles. It was too much for Nicole and whilst she was flexing her toes Andrea brought the feather up at just the right time to make her lose control. Nicole rocked back and forth almost hitting her head on the stocks. The piece of paper hit the ground seconds before the hourglass ran out.
“Well done Andrea!” Betty declared turning from her conversation…
…“And Nicole, luckily you are in the right stocks for me to stop you actually hitting your head like that next time”. As Betty spoke she picked up a leather collar and chain from near the stocks.
“I forgot about this part when I was explaining the rules” She said to the still giggling Nicole as she tightened the leather collar around her neck.
Andrea was still tickling Nicole’s feet as Betty adjusted the chains which attached to the leather collar and several metal loops. The hourglass hadn’t been turned yet but Nicole was giggling too much to make a coherent protest and Betty was distracted by getting the chains just right. It tightened Nicole’s bondage such that her head was held down but she could still see over the stocks, the main tension was keeping her head held down but two chains to the side kept her from moving forwards.
“Okay so that seems about right” Betty commented as she finished the complicated bondage which not only prevented Nicole from hitting her head but also increased her helplessness.
“You see that would not be good for my bad back!” Ingrid remarked as Betty turned over the hourglass over.
Andrea smiled at Ingrid as she resumed her torturous assault on Nicole’s feet, abandoning the brush in favour of her fingernails in retribution for the many £5 sessions she had endured in the stocks at the beach. She continued to blow on Nicole’s toes for good measure and both Betty and Ingrid helped hold them back in the absence of toe ties. Amy also took the opportunity to sneakily tickle Nicole’s helpless upper body as Ingrid addressed Andrea….
“When you’re finished here Lilly wants you over by the tree rack” Her voice declared.
Despite the torture she was currently enduring Nicole jumped at the last words. ‘Tree-rack’! What was that? She did not have long to dwell on the prospect as her minute long forfeit continued. Her tormentors didn’t notice the sand timer run out and continued to torment the helpless blonde as Emily and Natalie patiently waited for their turn. Eventually Amy noticed the empty hourglass and beckoned Andrea over to join her with such authority that her lack of an invitation went un-noticed. As the two triumphant ticklers strode towards the part of the castle with the tree Ingrid had specially adapted they passed the A-frames and stakes from the morning’s fun. Amy scooped up the abandoned pair of toe-ties that Helen had brought and handed them to Andrea with a wink. She was certain if she lingered in the background for a while she could join in Helen’s punishment and have some fun, maybe even break that mousy blonde the way she hated to be broken.
Back at the stocks Betty had added a slip of paper with Ingrid’s name to the bag and was shaking it in a true feat of showmanship enjoying the attention of the audience and the captive Nicole.
“And our next contestant is!...” Me!
There was a sigh of disappointment from the rest of the potential candidates. Betty handed the bag to her husband who had returned and selected two feathers from the row of tickle-tools; one soft and fluffy, the other a stiff goose quill. Betty was an experienced tickler and it didn’t take long for her to break Nicole. She used a mixture of the techniques she had observed as effective during Amy’s and Andrea’s campaigns, utilising the dramatic swishing of the quill to captivate Nicole as Amy had done and intermittently blowing on the toes taking full advantage of Andrea’s discovery. During her reward, or Nicole’s forfeit! Betty used her nails to devastating effect, she preferred nylon tickling but Nicole’s bare feet satisfied her enough as a reward.
Grinning broadly from her triumph Betty allowed Simon to draw the next name from the bag, sensing that his anxiety absence would be placated by playing his circus master persona….
“And the next contestant, who if I understand the risks gets tickled if they fail!.. Is… Natalie!”… Simon declared.
Natalie approached nervously. Why did Simon have to include the bit about her getting tickled if she failed? She paused to select a soft brush and soft feather from the array of tools and settled down at Nicole’s feet in a submissive manner. Somehow Nicole felt far more confident this time. So far the olive skinned brunette with her long curls had completely failed to intimidate her. The hourglass was turned and the tickling commenced… softly….
Nicole giggled, almost enjoying the soft sensations. Natalie could be a cruel tickler when joining a gang to torment a tied victim, but tickling with the prospect of failure was making her nervous. It didn’t help the way everyone was staring at her and she hesitated when moving between techniques. Had half her time gone already! She thought when glancing at the hourglass. Nicole sensed her hesitation and her weakness, she decided to try something…
“Is that all you’ve got!” She teased.
Natalie’s face turned pink unable to respond. She was good at tickling with her fingers! And when there were tools like electric toothbrushes and flossers! Less than an hour before she had driven Nicole insane by tickling the gaps between her toes with a flosser, and using her nails to deadly effect too…
Nicole’s heartbeat quickened as the hourglass approached marking the end of her minute. She panicked, if only she could use her nails… Or something. What was it Andrea did when it looked like she might lose?! That’s it! Blow on her toes. Natalie leant in and blew but it was too late, Nicole had been expecting this and scrunched up her toes and bit her lips… Just a little longer! She thought….
“Looks like Nicole has won this round!” Simon declared.
Natalie’s heart sank. She was always the one being tickled! She didn’t mind, in fact she kind of liked it but she felt ashamed that she had failed where her friends had succeeded. Any such concerns diminished in the realisation that she was soon to be tied up and tortured though.
“So what are the rules for failure exactly? Betty this is your game please enlighten us” Simon declared, not needing to restrain Natalie who continued to kneel with her head hung low.
Betty looked up from releasing Nicole from the collar and chains….
“Well essentially Nicole now gets to tickle Natalie, I was non-specific as to how, or how long for, or whether or not she would be alone!”
“No please” Natalie whimpered….
“Or precisely how she would be restrained…” Betty continued
“I think we should get to join in” Ingrid added, always taking delight in tickling the sensitive Natalie.
“I concur” Betty added to a general mumbling of agreement.
“Do I get to decided how she is restrained?” Nicole asked with a gleam in her eyes.
“I don’t see why not! What do you have in mind sweetie?” Betty asked, pausing from unlocking the stocks to lean in.
Nicole whispered something into Betty’s ear. As she spoke Betty’s eyes widened and her mouth broke into a grin. Natalie grew more anxious by the second, her impending punishment looming.
“Oh my! You do have an imagination!” Betty remarked, amazed at the little blonde’s yearnings. She knew what her nails could do, but until now had no idea the depths of her desires for merciless tickle torture.
“Ingrid we will need your help with this one, if you would be so kind as to pick up Natalie.” Betty ordered politely as she lifted the stocks from Nicole’s ankles.
Ingrid swiftly plucked up Natalie who simply trembled as the amazon held her unresisting body, one arm up her back and the other behind her knees. Despite her strength Ingrid’s back would suffer, she was sure it would be worth it though.
“Oh and Simon, Hunny! If you could get some rope and leather shackles, the ones from the device you were measuring up for”. Betty asked.
The other girls gathered around Nicole to hear the requirements of her cruel desires. Natalie could not hear but watched with anticipation as the schemes produced evil grins and sadistic gleams in the eyes of her friends. Eventually the circle broke and the three women approached Nicole like a pack of Vixens.
“Now Ingrid! We need four stout trees about seven foot away from each other one way and three or four foot away the other, can you think of any in the castle grounds like that?” Betty purred as Natalie squirmed.
Ingrid thought for a moment, adjusting her eyebrows as she mentally pictured all the trees and their arrangement with the grounds she lovingly cared for…
“Okay I think I know some that might be suitable, but what for?” Ingrid asked.
“Oh you will understand!” Betty responded whilst applying a blindfold to the cowering Natalie.
“Probably best to walk the long way” Simon interjected as he arrived with the rope and shackles….
“Lilly, Amy and Andrea are still punishing Helen” He explained further.
“We really must discuss what to do about Lilly dear, she was thoroughly dis-obedient earlier” Betty commented as the party made its way to the site of Natalie torture.
“Hmmm I know.” Simon mumbled, frowning as Lilly was instrumental to the success of the event at the castle: both the planning, invitations and construction of the beloved torture devices.
“I know you need her but she is taking liberties!” Betty continued, her voice a playful imitation of an early 20th Century Sunday school teacher. She often used this voice as a joke to avoid confrontation.
“I agree, we will have to do something to stop her getting too big for her boots…” Simon replied still frowning. Managing the beach event had been a delicate balancing act between the girl’s egos. The stress of the event was causing him to tick more frequently. He frowned thinking of what to do, apart from Natalie and Nicole the rest of the procession followed his train of thought.
“We could always hog-tie her and give her to Cleo!” Ingrid suggested.
“No need to be that cruel!” Betty replied.
“On the subject of Cleo we have invited her to the event but not had a reply yet” Simon said, changing the subject.
Emily cowered from the back of the procession, she had temporarily been caught up in all the excitement but the thought of Cleo scared her. It had been a few weeks since she last saw the intimidating Egyptian Queen and her confidence had grown in the absence of her former tormentor.
“Probably a topic for later, we have arrived” Ingrid announced approaching the trees she thought would be perfect for what she guessed Nicole had in mind.
“Yes! this seem about right!” Betty beamed imagining Nicole’s fantasy being brought to life.
Nicole meanwhile was speechless, this was like a dream come true!
“Okay so Ingrid you hold Natalie in the middle while we attach the ropes” Betty ordered, directing the torture party to work.
Natalie cowered as her friends attached leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists, they were secure but comfortable. She heard the click of the chains being attached with the special loops she had seen on Simon and Lilly’s inventions. Her mind raced as to what they would do to her. What she couldn’t see was the chainmail on her restraints, this was an aesthetic detail for the device they were to become a part of however it helped re-enforce them as her unresisting body was stretched between the four trees.
“No we should strip her first!” Nicole declared, emerging from the daze of seeing her fantasy brought to life.
“Okay but only to Bra and panties!” Betty replied.
Natalie’s Brown leather sandals had already fallen off, she squirmed as her clothes were removed. She hoped that by not resisting her captors they would go easier on her, she was wrong! Natalie liked being tickled but the anticipation was killing her, the blindfold was only making things worse and she giggled as her belt was unbuckled by unseen hands. It was as if the torture had started already, the sensation of unseen hands hungrily unbuttoning her dark brown blouse causing the giggles to give way to slight squeals as she squirmed helplessly.
“Why are you laughing Natalie? We haven’t even started tickling you yet!” Betty teased.
“No please don’t!” was all Natalie could manage as her dark green slacks were skilfully manoeuvred over her kicking legs.
Ingrid held Natalie tight but allowed the hungry vixens to strip their prey, relishing her involuntary squirms as her smooth olive skin was slowly exposed. Emily neatly folded Natalie’s clothes on a dry patch of grass and looked up to marvel at the quivering Mediterranean beauty, her soft skin glimmering in the afternoon sunlight as her long limbs were stretched out. The chains were reattached to Natalie’s shackles and Ingrid adjusted her grip to support the slim beauty by her lower back. Nicole and Betty each held one leg whilst Simon held both of her arms above her head.
“C’mon Emily if you take my place I can stretch her out tight like we said!” Betty cried, watching the submissive Princess fuss over Natalie’s clothes.
Emily cautiously took Betty’s place and held Natalie’s right leg by the ankle, it took a short moment for Betty to adjust her posture so she held it firm.
“Like that! Pull slightly and keep a consistent pressure Okay sweetie!” Betty advised, not wanting Emily’s soft submissive nature to spoil the sadistic little project.
Betty began attaching the chains to the ropes which would stretch her out. When she had finished those attached to Natalie’s arms her husband looked at her and asked…
“Would you like to hold these whilst I do the honours?”
“Okay” Betty responded with a smile.
Simon looped the ropes around each of the trees behind Natalie in turns, initially pulling after the first loop and tying a slipknot before heading to Natalie’s feet. The same exercise was repeated for these restraints such that Natalie was stretched out tightly.
“Can we let go yet?” Nicole asked, eager to start tickling her victim: Oh how she wished it was the Sandy Blonde!
“Not just yet, we need to tighten all four just slightly!” Simon replied.
Soon Natalie was stretched out tightly, not as much as a rack would inflict but enough that between Ingrid’s arms and her bonds she was almost completely immobile.
“Okay so we have her stretched out I will just check each knot” Simon announced as he ensured Natalie’s bondage was complete.
Nicole was amazed, Natalie’s limited squirms amused her and she couldn’t resist gently tickling her foot with her sharp nails. The effects were immediate and Natalie tried to struggle but was held firm by her bondage. Natalie had never been racked before but somehow she thought this was worse: her entire body was exposed, not a single patch of skin was afforded any protection by her bondage apart from her ankles and wrists.
“Okay and Ingrid if you try to let go, slowly” Simon directed as the party admired its handiwork.
Natalie sagged slightly in her bondage and panicked, as she sank the limited amount her bonds would allow the pressure tightened across her entire body. Simon noticed the panicked struggles of the soft beauty and intoned…
“Okay so maybe one arm behind her back and the other free for…”
Simon didn’t finish his sentence as Betty and Nicole dug in to their prize. Betty used her fingertips to torment Natalie’s soft underarms with gentle tickles whilst Nicole used her nails on both soles. The unexpected tickling caught Natalie by surprise and she squealed. Emily stood back, she was not pushed by Nicole but the short blonde’s fervour kept her away from Natalie’s feet.
“Okay start tickling! I suppose I made you wait long enough!” Simon said to the un-listening torture party.
Simon produced two soft fluffy feathers and handed them with a smile to Emily across Natalie’s legs. Emily smiled and reached out from her serene trance to take them, naturally Natalie’s neck would be her destination. Ingrid had begun tickling Natalie’s tummy with a gentle teasing tickle, the fact that she tickled with one hand and used the other to support Natalie underneath made the effects both more torturous for Natalie to endure and more pleasing for the amazon to inflict.
Simon was not sure where to go… He was enjoying the view: his wife using the pads of her fingers to tickle Natalie’s helpless underarms, the little blonde at her feet viciously using her nails to deadly effect. In between these the circus strong woman it had taken months for him to speak to was smiling almost as serenely as Emily was by her side. The blonde princess was using her feathers on Natalie’s neck whilst the amazon had moved to Natalie’s belly button. Simon regarded the pair; each with an almost angelic look on their face as one danced her feathers over Natalie’s soft neck whilst the other explored her belly button with one hand whilst supporting underneath with the other. Ingrid would occasionally lower Natalie to let her escape from her investigations before delving deeper into her helpless navel. Just when Natalie thought things couldn’t get worse Ingrid would raise her back up against the pressure applied by her fingertip to make her extreme helplessness abundantly apparent.
Meanwhile the torture at her feet was unrelenting and unpredictable, Nicole’s skill with her nails had been noted and discussed by the girls after her debut at the beach. Simon never expected this prodigy to return with such a cruel desire to inflict tickle torture. He continued to watch the scene like an unfolding work of art as his wife and three beautiful women practised their varied, but equally intolerable methods of tickle torture. Natalie could only move her neck and toes and this movement completed the scene, especially the way the late afternoon sun reflected off the dark ringlets of her hair as she struggled, Betty would occasionally support her head whilst verbally teasing her.
Unable to think of a means to improve what he beheld, Simon slipped his phone out of his pocket and snapped a series of pictures.
A few minutes later he joined the torture party and began teasing the backs of Natalie’s knees, why he hadn’t noticed the gap sooner he didn’t know: perhaps because by doing so he blocked the view which had held his rapt attention.
“What are the pictures for sweetie?” Betty asked, more curious than concerned.
“…Peace offering” Simon replied.
“Ah!” Betty replied her tone conveying her understanding. She changed from finger tickles to the use of two feathers to tease Natalie’s soft underarms as Natalie’s initial frantic hysteria gave way to what would be an extensive torture session. All of the torture party were intrigued, this position gave them access not only to all of Natalie’s ticklish spots but all of her body as well. With the exception of Emily and Ingrid they rotated to each take a turn at her most choice spots. Each approved of this ‘hammock-tie’ position and its acceptance into their corpus of techniques was assured: The rack often shielded the back of the victim and a kneeling position could open up every possibility except for the shins which are not usually ticklish but this devilish design exposed everything except the ankles and wrists. Somehow this enhanced the enjoyment of the ticklers who would occasionally deviated from their target area to explore less frequently probed areas such as Natalie’s calves, shoulders and thighs. With the exception of her thighs these forays did not tickle Natalie that much but greatly added to the overwhelming sensation of helplessness that kept her in tickle hell barely able to enjoy her torment.
Eventually Natalie began to succumb to weariness and Simon directed the easing of her bonds. On a brief break he had collected a sheepskin and her sandals, and as Emily carefully placed the latter next to her pile her clothes Natalie was laid on her back only to be stretched out again between the trees. The limits of her ticklishness outweighed her limbs’ limits of endurance and her tormentors were not done with her yet. Spread-eagled and helpless Natalie was straddled by Ingrid who was keen to use both of her hands on her victim’s tummy. Simon and Nicole used the toes ties he had picked up alongside Natalie’s sandals to secure her toes. This was the one possible means of movement they had allowed Natalie and now they realised their mistake; the next victim in her position would not be so fortunate. Betty and Nicole tormented Natalie’s feet, Betty tried to teach Nicole some techniques but found she was already an advanced pupil so focused on her left sole while the petite blonde took the left. Her husband used two soft make-up brushes to torment Natalie’s underarms whilst Emily occupied her favoured position at her neck. This was Emily’s forte; and whilst not as torturous as the other techniques Emily was master at delivering it. Emily was almost a savant; being able to predict which way her victim would move and place her feathers perfectly in the most infuriating places.
After a long torture session Natalie lay laughing silently, the ringlets of her long hair spread out in a beautiful crescent by the serene artistic Emily. She had resume administering her trade-mark neck tickles after arranging her victim silently but the scene was enough to cause Simon to snap another photo on his phone.
“More peace offerings?” Betty asked.
“More publicity for the event” Simon replied, unaware such actions could even cause jealousy in his wife who was having the time of her life tickling Natalie’s left foot and knee.
“Sto-op! Need to-ha-ha.. to…. peee!” Natalie begged, the removal of Simon’s contributions enough to allow her to depart from silent laughter and speak.
It was apparent to all she had been suffering for a while without being able to let her plight be known. Ingrid carefully got up from straddling Natalie and directed the loosening of her bonds, ready to play the guard.
As Natalie was escorted to the gatehouse Nicole was congratulated by the remaining ticklers. She beamed under their praise forgetting the morning’s kidnapping and delighting in the sensation of unity with her former torturers. As Ingrid was describing the tree rack to the petite blonde Simon and Betty quietly exchanged words.
“I think we have a candidate for how to punish Lilly for ignoring our instructions” Betty whispered.
“Yes but how should we make our point clear?” Simon asked quietly.
“Oh leave that to me, I have an idea” Betty replied.
Natalie returned giggling as the grass tickled her feet, Ingrid had returned her blindfold and bound her arms behind her back making the sensation of grass crunching against her arches or exploring her toes unbearable.
“So more Natalie torture?” Nicole asked, keen to continue tormenting her prize.
“No I think you need to earn another session sweetie!” Betty replied.
“Aww!” Nicole sulked.
“But for your efforts we would like to offer you an invite to our event next weekend! You won’t have to pay, at least not with money!” Simon intoned.
Nicole beamed, then raised an eyebrow considering the last part of the offer.
“Also I don’t think Ingrid had a go at breaking you!” Betty added.
Ingrid glanced at Betty, she was certain she could break this little blonde but noted his removal of her new favourite toy none-the-less. She had tickled Natalie before but Amy was usually the one directing the torture and holding the helpless brunette in her arms pleased Ingrid somehow.
“So shall we head back to the stocks?” Emily asked meekly.
“No I have a better idea!” Ingrid replied with a broad smile.
Ingrid directed the torture party to another part of the garden where a useful tree-branch grew horizontally around waist height. Ingrid laid down a sheepskin and beckoned Nicole to lay upon it. Nicole hesitated, reluctant to return to her role as the ticklee.
“Oh c’mon we haven’t got all day!” Betty chided.
Nicole obliged, laying on her back anticipating the tortures to come. Ingrid began by tying her arms above her head to the roots of a different tree, she had noted this area’s potential for bondage before and fantasised about tickling beautiful women tied in a variety of positions to the trees she tended. Unfortunately the tree roots didn’t work as planned and she needed to use a steak driven into the ground instead. After Nicole arms were secured Ingrid directed the other girls in tying Nicole’s ankles to the tree branch. Emily stood watching serenely whilst Natalie redressed herself in the clothes that the Princess had neatly arranged for her. Nicole’s bondage was complete and she squirmed in anticipation, the branch was the perfect height to make her truly helpless: every part of her body except for her back was exposed. The petite blonde watched Natalie finish buttoning her blouse and trembled, the soft olive skinned beauty was not imposed but Nicole suspected she wanted revenge.
“Okay so same deal as before, I am going to place this piece of card between your toes and if you can hold onto it for a minute you get to tickle Ingrid” Betty explained, reminding Nicole that it was the amazon she had to fear.
Simon produced the hourglass and searched for somewhere to put it, unlike the stocks flat surfaces were not readily available. Eventually the game began and Ingrid started with soft finger tickles, Nicole squirmed and giggled but held onto the card promising her a go at tickling the ginger giant tickling her soles. Ingrid was frustrated, she knew she could break this little blonde if she could use her fingernails but had to trim them short for her beloved gardening. Suddenly an idea struck her and she reached into the back pocket of her jeans…. YES!
Ingrid quickly produced a pair of her gardening gloves and slipped them on as the hourglass reached halfway, they were the old ones with the grip surface that was worn in places. The effect was instantaneous and Nicole squeaked like a mouse at the unexpected sensations. The need to keep her feet still was totally forgotten as she tried to use one foot to protect the other from the rough, ridged fingertips that tormented her soles. The other girls began to tickle the rest of Nicole’s helpless body as soon as Simon turned the hourglass for her minute’s torture. Betty joined Ingrid at Nicole’s soles whilst Emily joined Simon in tickling her underarms with long soft feathers. Natalie focused on Nicole’s exposed knees running her fingers up and down her helpless legs pausing and the back of the knees to flutter her fingers or deliver a short but effective counter-stroke, she had witness and felt the effects of this technique and approved. Nicole’s helplessness added to the torture and she was tickled senseless long after her minute was up. It was only when Ingrid spoke she enjoyed anything of a reprieve…
“You know I can’t figure out who is more ticklish Natalie or Nicole….” The Amazon chuckled wickedly scratching at Nicole’s helpless feet which Simon took delight in holding by the toes.
Natalie’s heart sank at the prospect of more torture but she stayed silent and Nicole’s knees, hoping that the conversation would pass.
“Me neither!” Betty replied from her husband’s former place and Nicole’s underarms.
“Only one way to find out!” Ingrid bellowed grabbed the submissive Natalie.
“Noo! Please Don’t! Haven’t I suffered enough?” Natalie wailed, half struggled half trying to keep still in the hope her tormentors would be merciful towards her.
“I don’t think we gave her permission to get dressed?” Betty commented, ignoring Natalie’s protests.
Natalie whimpered as she was stripped for second time in Ingrid’s arms, again Emily neatly arranged her clothes. Natalie was tied in a similar fashion to Nicole on the opposite side of the branch, being slightly taller her ankles were slightly higher but this allowed the toe-ties from before to be applied. Nicole’s toes were also tied to a convenient spur that Ingrid had pruned with this exact purpose in mind. The two girls look a treat; Ingrid used another steak to secure Natalie’s arms above her head in the absence of a convenient tree, she sighed as she glanced over at the soft tree roots that had failed to be of use before but apart from that it was a perfect sight. Each girl squirmed as blindfolds were applied.
“Now gentle tickles to begin with we want to see who is the most ticklish so try and keep it as even as possible” Betty directed taking her place on one side of the four soles. Simon stood facing her and the happy couple began lightly tracing their fingers over the trapped helpless feet, each using one hand for each pair of soles: one pair long and olive the other small and pale. The owners both squirmed and giggled as the other girls took their positions. Ingrid tried to match the gentle Emily’s feather tickling of Nicole’s neck with a pair of soft feathers. The Princess sat serenely opposite her practising her gentle arts on the soft neck of Natalie. Ingrid became frustrated knowing that her best attempts did not compare to the frustrating gentle torment only Emily could inflict. Emily was a savant knowing which way her victim would squirm and being able to place a feather in the perfect position, it was not the most torturous method of tickling but Emily had perfected it to a fine art.
“Emily sweetie! Could you tickle Natalie’s underarms? I’m getting bored!” Ingrid shouted.
“Okay” Emily’s soft voice could just be heard to peep over the giggling victim’s still in the early stages of their torture.
The tickling slowly increased and with the exception of Emily each of the tormentors changed position. Ingrid even let Simon use her gardening gloves and knew before long each old pair would enjoy a second life as a tickle toy when worn out and washed.
Just as the sun was setting Amy and Andrea approached joining in the fun with gusto, with three ticklers each the victim’s sides and tummy received much needed tickle attention.
“So what is going on here?” Lilly asked wandering over.
“We are trying to see who is the most ticklish!” Ingrid beamed.
“And who is winning?” Lilly asked her eyes down in an uncharacteristically submissive aversion.
“So far it is a draw so we will just have to keep tickling until we decide!” Betty exclaimed.
“Actually Lilly can I have a word with you?” Simon asked from his position at victim’s soles.
“Yeah sure!” Lilly replied: she had known this was coming, the adrenaline ride that followed her vengeance had run its course and she knew she must face reality.
Simon Left Ingrid to use one hand on each girl’s feet, varying between one of four options but always keeping on per victim. Both Natalie and Nicole were each receiving a merciless upper body tickle from two girls. Emily and Andrea tormented Nicole, Emily using her trademark neck tickles and Andrea focusing on her soft underarms. Natalie had the worst of it with Betty and Amy’s cruel tickles that failed to match that inflicted on her blonde opponent. As the evening air began to chill it was determined that Natalie was the most ticklish. The two competitors were released shortly after Simon and Lilly returned. Andrea noted that Lilly seemed different, normally she would have joined the tickling game but she seemed crestfallen and weary.
Andrea enjoyed a few drinks with the other girls, she talked to Nicole about her idea of using the trees as a tickle-hammock and established a tentative friendship with the little blonde despite knowing what lay behind the glimmer in her eyes: Andrea had always been Nicole’s favourite at the beach and she sensed that the day had only peaked her desires to inflict tickle torture. Before Andrea would have felt safe under Lilly’s protection but her friend’s mood worried Andrea. It had begun to get cold and the time had come for the party to end. Betty offered to drive Helen and Nicole home since Helen was in no fit state. She had emerged dressed but weary and fell asleep in the passenger seat of her own car with Nicole and Andrea in the back seats. Several hours later Helen stirred in her sleep her mind full of nightmares of the unexpected torture, something was wrong!…. Her wrists and ankles felt the freshly familiar tension of soft restraints, she couldn’t see and this didn’t feel like her bed. Helen began to panic and struggled.
“Shhh!” A familiar voice whispered in her ear. “Try to get more sleep, we have lots of fun planned for you tomorrow”…
Helen breathed deeply now aware of two warm female bodies snuggled up next to her restrained body, she was still exhausted and lapsed back into a deep restful sleep intermittently haunted by both memories of her humiliation and nightmares of the torture to come. When floating closer to consciousness she was aware of her unknown bedfellows. Andrea’s socked feet rubbed against Helen’s bare soles whilst Ingrid and Nicole slept to her other side. Helen did not remember how she got here, her car had been returned to her house but not wanting their new toy to escape Ingrid had transferred her to her own car and now shared her enormous bed with three ticklish women. It had been a good day, before joining Helen the three friends had played a few tickling games before turning in.
Nicole finally had a chance to tickle Andrea and earned eight wonderful minutes of delicious torture at the tickle tac-toe game under Ingrid’s watchful gaze. She too failed at this game and like Andrea had the grids scrubbed from her soles with hot soapy water only to suffer at the fingers of her two new friends. She only wished Andrea was locked in the stocks rather than tied to the sofa when inflicting her cruel nails on her soft feet. Nicole couldn’t wait for the event at the castle, her conditional invite was intriguing and she hoped to find out more from the ‘game’s night’ she had received an invitation to. Despite the fun Nicole was exhausted, she thought she should stay to keep an eye on Helen, she wasn’t sure what the girl’s had done to her but she felt a sense of loyalty given the day’s fun wouldn’t have happened without her beach friend guiding her into this wonderful tickle trap.
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Nicole giggled as the four girls gently teased her with feathers and their fingertips. The tickling wasn’t torturous but the anxiety from being blindfolded raised her sensitivity. The flossers and electric toothbrushes that had previously been used to torment her toes had been abandoned in favour for a gentle finger tickling. Nicole was kneeling; her arms raised above her head her feet tied behind the tree around which she was tied, escape was impossible. The four girls focused on their victim, enjoying the soft giggles extracted by the techniques they had perfected to a fine art. If they wanted to torture Nicole they could but they preferred her responses to the gentle tickles. Emily smiled serenely as she teased Nicole’s neck with two soft feathers. Below this Amy swished and swirled two soft make-up brushes across and over Nicole’s helpless outstretched underarms in an unpredictably infuriating pattern. Occasionally interspersing the long strokes with a frantic flickering of the brushes in the smooth hollows making her victim squirm.
At Nicole’s feet Andrea and Natalie were completely focused on their cruel task. Natalie used the fingertips of one hand to tease Nicole’s left arch whilst exploring the top of her foot with the other, both areas being trapped and exposed by the toe ties that forced Nicole to kneel with her arches stretched out tight. Meanwhile Andrea was completely focused on Nicole’s right sole, varying between fluttering her fingertips in a random pattern in the most sensitive part of her outstretched arch and cruel tracing her fingers up and down the pale pink trapped flesh.
Every-now and then Andrea would remember how this petite blonde with her roots just starting to show had tormented her in the stocks at the beach, when this happened it was impossible for the sandy blonde to resist using her nails. This pushed the tickling from a gentle teasing torment to an unbearable torture. Without the need for discussion Natalie would abandon Nicole’s left sole and tease the tops of both of her victim’s feet. This allowed Andrea to use her nails on both of Nicole’s arches to devastating effect. This increased torture never lasted long but was enough to heighten Nicole’s anxiety; the gentle torture being enhanced by the nervousness that at any moment she would feel the cruel nail’s scratching her soft arches which were still just slippery enough from the sun cream.
Three of Nicole’s four tormentors were totally entranced by their victim’s giggles and squirms. Amy was the exception and would occasionally turn to look over her shoulder and listen for the sounds of Helen’s rescue party. Although she was enjoying tormenting the soft petite vanilla treat she craved to inflict a more merciless torture on the mousy blonde from Andrea’s office. In addition to satiating her cruel desires she also secretly hoped to learn a few details Andrea had glossed over when telling her new friends of her ordeal. She was certain she had seen the mousy blonde released and escorted to the gatehouse by Ingrid and was keeping an eye out for her return when Simon and Betty arrived.
“So what happened?” Amy asked.
“We will tell you later” Simon replied.
“Seems like you have been having more fun here” Betty chirped.
Nicole continued to giggle as the number of ticklers increased from four to six. She was starting to become tired from being forced to kneel with her toes stretched back against the ground and her fatigue became apparent to Betty who had joined Amy in tickling her underarms and sides.
“I think it is time for a new position” Betty suggested.
“How a-about a new vi-hiii…ctim?” Nicole added hopefully.
“Hmm… Not yet sweetie!” Amy replied.
“But I was promised I could tickle some of you and you have been tickling me for ages!” Nicole protested as the tickling slowed.
“How about a challenge? If you succeed you get released, that should make things interesting!” Betty suggested.
“Sounds fair” Nicole replied to a murmur of agreement.
“What sort of challenge” Amy asked quizically.
“Oh I have an idea!” Betty answered, releasing the toe ties and easing Nicole’s restraints so she could stretch out her ankles.
Nicole was moved to one of the pairs of stocks that trapped her feet in the middle with her hands to either side, just far enough so she could almost reach the fingers that would torment her trapped soles. Betty removed her blindfold, Nicole seemed relieved at this; little did she know it was a cruel ploy to add to her frustration. She would be able to see the torture that would be inflicted on her soles but would be powerless to stop it! ‘If only I could dress her as a Roman slave’… Betty thought to herself as she laid out the various feathers and brushes that would be used to torment Nicole’s sensitive feet.
“Okay so the rules for this game are simple” Betty began as she placed a stiff white goose quill down beside the other instruments of torture. Nicole looked over the top of the stocks nervously at the array of feathers and brushes, knowing the effect each had on her from her morning’s torment. She looked up to see her tormentors eyeing the same instruments eagerly as Betty continued…
“We each place a slip of paper with our name on it in a bag and draw a name at random. Whoever’s name is drawn gets one minute to tickle Nicole’s soles with the instrument of their choice”…
“Only one!” Amy protested, keenly scrutinising several of the soft brushes and awaiting the production of several hairbrushes from Betty’s bag.
“Well maybe one for each hand” Betty conceded, laying the last feather down and producing a pad of paper.
“And no fingers?” Amy asked.
“No just soft tickling” Betty replied getting fed up with Amy’s interruptions.
“Sounds boring” Amy replied wishing to join Lilly in what she was sure was a more extreme torture session.
Betty sighed and continued… “So here is a voucher to turn the tables! Which I will place between the beautiful Nicole’s toes”
Nicole obediently placed her toes together with a little flourish to hold the folded piece of paper between her two big toes. She knew the drill having been on the other side of the stocks for Emily’s game with the feathers. Emily in particular seemed to be enjoying the prospect of this game; although all the girls except for Amy enjoyed the little flourish Nicole gave them as she gripped the paper, it was almost as if she was pretending to be the beautiful assistant from an old gameshow or circus act. Amy just smirked slightly and longed to join Lilly in whatever she was doing.
“So I have five pieces of paper in the bag with each of your names on, when it is your turn you have one minute to make Nicole drop the paper. But if you don’t and she holds onto it she gets to tickle you!” Betty finished with a grin.
“And what if all five of us make her drop the bit of paper?” Amy asked still smirking.
“Well I suppose a special forfeit or something will be in order” Betty conceded, secretly hoping Amy would end up as Nicole’s victim so she could help the petite blonde wipe the smirk off Amy’s face and replace it with the agonised grimace she had seen Amy wear during many a torture session before…
“And what do we win if we make her drop the little note again?” Amy asked feigning interest in Betty’s little game in a way that all except perhaps Emily knew was insincere.
“Well the same as with Emily I suppose a minute of more intense finger tickles” Betty answered, subtly keeping the piece of paper with Amy’s name on top of the pile.
The rest of the girls seemed interested in the game, true it didn’t involve as torturous tickling as the morning had seen but the risk factor of having the tables turned made it more exciting. Betty made a show of shaking the bag whilst using the sleight of hand learnt from her circus days to ensure that Amy’s name would be the first produced. Normally Simon liked to act as a master of ceremonies for games like this but he had disappeared off, Betty didn’t know where to but knew when to give him his space. The remaining participants watched her eagerly enjoying the show.
“Well it looks like Amy gets to go first! Choose you tickle toys!” Betty declared placing the hourglass on the stocks ready to be turned.
Amy made no hesitation in selecting a pair of stiff white goose quills from the neat row of torture instruments and approached the stocks, her dominant demeanour causing Nicole to shrink and squirm before the torture even started. Her heckling earnt her an early turn of the hourglass, only enough to deny her a few seconds but still a noted reprimand for her previous lack of enthusiasm. She began quickly with several swift strokes of the feathers across Nicole’s soles like the strokes of an orchestra’s conductor. She quickly followed this by breezing the feathers across the gap between Nicole’s toes and the balls of her small feet, an opportunity well seized as the squirming contestant had just splayed her toes in response to her initial onslaught.
Nicole giggled and instinctively tried to reach her feet with her hands, this was hopeless but she was so focused on keeping her toes still she hardly registered she was doing it. Having tickled Nicole into her thrall Amy raised the feathers dramatically, with a sharp intake of air Nicole looked up following the cruel instruments of torture as they were held above her feet. Amy had already won, Nicole just didn’t know it yet. Continuing the dramatic conductor theme Amy reversed the feathers to bring the quill sides down perfectly to scratch two vertical strokes of Nicole’s soles, after bringing the feathers up in an equally dramatic motion the theatrical Goth danced the quill ends of the feathers in the centre of Nicole’s arches which she knew to be the most sensitive. Nicole couldn’t stand it any longer and tried to bat the horrible tickling sensations away leaning back as far as her bonds would allow as she laughed hysterically.
Betty was disappointed, but continued to watch Amy drive Nicole insane with her sharp effective fingernails for the remaining 40 seconds, and even held back Nicole’s toes after turning the hourglass over when it ran out; awarding the triumphant Goth girl a further minute of delicious torture enhanced by the helplessness of her victim’s feet.
“Okay next contestant!” Betty declared, picking up the bag as Nicole gasped for air.
Amy beamed at her victory, it wasn’t such a bad game! She spied Ingrid approaching her brilliant ginger hair bouncing as she strode towards them. Hopefully she could find out what was going on with Helen; and if it was more intense torture find a way to contribute towards it!
Andrea’s name was picked from the bag; Nicole breathed deeply, determined to win a chance to tickle her favourite victim from the beach. She had just enough time to gather herself as the piece of paper promising her a tickle session with the sandy blonde was returned to its place between her toes. Andrea spent a long time selecting a soft brush and a feather not unlike the one Amy had used, it was shame she was limited to only two as she couldn’t use the trick she had used to beat Emily at this game on her enlightening day at the beach.
Andrea approached her victim slowly trying to intimidate her the way Amy had, this didn’t seem to work; if anything Nicole seemed more determined than daunted. Betty turned over the hourglass whilst talking to Ingrid and Amy. Andrea began with earnest using the feather to dance between Nicole’s toes and the brush to tease her arches, swapping between feet and making full use of her ability to vary the sensations. The tickling was effective but Amy kept a tight grip on the piece of paper. Andrea turned the feather to use the pointy end to trace an evil pattern on Nicole’s right arches whilst the brush swished its unpredictable path over the left. Still Nicole resisted; Andrea became frustrated, especially since three of her audience were deep in conversation. She sighed noticed the hourglass was nearly empty, as she exhaled Nicole curled her toes.
Andrea felt the sudden euphoria of a Eureka moment, she knew what she had to do! Leaning in she blew steadily on Nicole’s toes whilst maintaining the same torturous mixture of brush and feather tickles. It was too much for Nicole and whilst she was flexing her toes Andrea brought the feather up at just the right time to make her lose control. Nicole rocked back and forth almost hitting her head on the stocks. The piece of paper hit the ground seconds before the hourglass ran out.
“Well done Andrea!” Betty declared turning from her conversation…
…“And Nicole, luckily you are in the right stocks for me to stop you actually hitting your head like that next time”. As Betty spoke she picked up a leather collar and chain from near the stocks.
“I forgot about this part when I was explaining the rules” She said to the still giggling Nicole as she tightened the leather collar around her neck.
Andrea was still tickling Nicole’s feet as Betty adjusted the chains which attached to the leather collar and several metal loops. The hourglass hadn’t been turned yet but Nicole was giggling too much to make a coherent protest and Betty was distracted by getting the chains just right. It tightened Nicole’s bondage such that her head was held down but she could still see over the stocks, the main tension was keeping her head held down but two chains to the side kept her from moving forwards.
“Okay so that seems about right” Betty commented as she finished the complicated bondage which not only prevented Nicole from hitting her head but also increased her helplessness.
“You see that would not be good for my bad back!” Ingrid remarked as Betty turned over the hourglass over.
Andrea smiled at Ingrid as she resumed her torturous assault on Nicole’s feet, abandoning the brush in favour of her fingernails in retribution for the many £5 sessions she had endured in the stocks at the beach. She continued to blow on Nicole’s toes for good measure and both Betty and Ingrid helped hold them back in the absence of toe ties. Amy also took the opportunity to sneakily tickle Nicole’s helpless upper body as Ingrid addressed Andrea….
“When you’re finished here Lilly wants you over by the tree rack” Her voice declared.
Despite the torture she was currently enduring Nicole jumped at the last words. ‘Tree-rack’! What was that? She did not have long to dwell on the prospect as her minute long forfeit continued. Her tormentors didn’t notice the sand timer run out and continued to torment the helpless blonde as Emily and Natalie patiently waited for their turn. Eventually Amy noticed the empty hourglass and beckoned Andrea over to join her with such authority that her lack of an invitation went un-noticed. As the two triumphant ticklers strode towards the part of the castle with the tree Ingrid had specially adapted they passed the A-frames and stakes from the morning’s fun. Amy scooped up the abandoned pair of toe-ties that Helen had brought and handed them to Andrea with a wink. She was certain if she lingered in the background for a while she could join in Helen’s punishment and have some fun, maybe even break that mousy blonde the way she hated to be broken.
Back at the stocks Betty had added a slip of paper with Ingrid’s name to the bag and was shaking it in a true feat of showmanship enjoying the attention of the audience and the captive Nicole.
“And our next contestant is!...” Me!
There was a sigh of disappointment from the rest of the potential candidates. Betty handed the bag to her husband who had returned and selected two feathers from the row of tickle-tools; one soft and fluffy, the other a stiff goose quill. Betty was an experienced tickler and it didn’t take long for her to break Nicole. She used a mixture of the techniques she had observed as effective during Amy’s and Andrea’s campaigns, utilising the dramatic swishing of the quill to captivate Nicole as Amy had done and intermittently blowing on the toes taking full advantage of Andrea’s discovery. During her reward, or Nicole’s forfeit! Betty used her nails to devastating effect, she preferred nylon tickling but Nicole’s bare feet satisfied her enough as a reward.
Grinning broadly from her triumph Betty allowed Simon to draw the next name from the bag, sensing that his anxiety absence would be placated by playing his circus master persona….
“And the next contestant, who if I understand the risks gets tickled if they fail!.. Is… Natalie!”… Simon declared.
Natalie approached nervously. Why did Simon have to include the bit about her getting tickled if she failed? She paused to select a soft brush and soft feather from the array of tools and settled down at Nicole’s feet in a submissive manner. Somehow Nicole felt far more confident this time. So far the olive skinned brunette with her long curls had completely failed to intimidate her. The hourglass was turned and the tickling commenced… softly….
Nicole giggled, almost enjoying the soft sensations. Natalie could be a cruel tickler when joining a gang to torment a tied victim, but tickling with the prospect of failure was making her nervous. It didn’t help the way everyone was staring at her and she hesitated when moving between techniques. Had half her time gone already! She thought when glancing at the hourglass. Nicole sensed her hesitation and her weakness, she decided to try something…
“Is that all you’ve got!” She teased.
Natalie’s face turned pink unable to respond. She was good at tickling with her fingers! And when there were tools like electric toothbrushes and flossers! Less than an hour before she had driven Nicole insane by tickling the gaps between her toes with a flosser, and using her nails to deadly effect too…
Nicole’s heartbeat quickened as the hourglass approached marking the end of her minute. She panicked, if only she could use her nails… Or something. What was it Andrea did when it looked like she might lose?! That’s it! Blow on her toes. Natalie leant in and blew but it was too late, Nicole had been expecting this and scrunched up her toes and bit her lips… Just a little longer! She thought….
“Looks like Nicole has won this round!” Simon declared.
Natalie’s heart sank. She was always the one being tickled! She didn’t mind, in fact she kind of liked it but she felt ashamed that she had failed where her friends had succeeded. Any such concerns diminished in the realisation that she was soon to be tied up and tortured though.
“So what are the rules for failure exactly? Betty this is your game please enlighten us” Simon declared, not needing to restrain Natalie who continued to kneel with her head hung low.
Betty looked up from releasing Nicole from the collar and chains….
“Well essentially Nicole now gets to tickle Natalie, I was non-specific as to how, or how long for, or whether or not she would be alone!”
“No please” Natalie whimpered….
“Or precisely how she would be restrained…” Betty continued
“I think we should get to join in” Ingrid added, always taking delight in tickling the sensitive Natalie.
“I concur” Betty added to a general mumbling of agreement.
“Do I get to decided how she is restrained?” Nicole asked with a gleam in her eyes.
“I don’t see why not! What do you have in mind sweetie?” Betty asked, pausing from unlocking the stocks to lean in.
Nicole whispered something into Betty’s ear. As she spoke Betty’s eyes widened and her mouth broke into a grin. Natalie grew more anxious by the second, her impending punishment looming.
“Oh my! You do have an imagination!” Betty remarked, amazed at the little blonde’s yearnings. She knew what her nails could do, but until now had no idea the depths of her desires for merciless tickle torture.
“Ingrid we will need your help with this one, if you would be so kind as to pick up Natalie.” Betty ordered politely as she lifted the stocks from Nicole’s ankles.
Ingrid swiftly plucked up Natalie who simply trembled as the amazon held her unresisting body, one arm up her back and the other behind her knees. Despite her strength Ingrid’s back would suffer, she was sure it would be worth it though.
“Oh and Simon, Hunny! If you could get some rope and leather shackles, the ones from the device you were measuring up for”. Betty asked.
The other girls gathered around Nicole to hear the requirements of her cruel desires. Natalie could not hear but watched with anticipation as the schemes produced evil grins and sadistic gleams in the eyes of her friends. Eventually the circle broke and the three women approached Nicole like a pack of Vixens.
“Now Ingrid! We need four stout trees about seven foot away from each other one way and three or four foot away the other, can you think of any in the castle grounds like that?” Betty purred as Natalie squirmed.
Ingrid thought for a moment, adjusting her eyebrows as she mentally pictured all the trees and their arrangement with the grounds she lovingly cared for…
“Okay I think I know some that might be suitable, but what for?” Ingrid asked.
“Oh you will understand!” Betty responded whilst applying a blindfold to the cowering Natalie.
“Probably best to walk the long way” Simon interjected as he arrived with the rope and shackles….
“Lilly, Amy and Andrea are still punishing Helen” He explained further.
“We really must discuss what to do about Lilly dear, she was thoroughly dis-obedient earlier” Betty commented as the party made its way to the site of Natalie torture.
“Hmmm I know.” Simon mumbled, frowning as Lilly was instrumental to the success of the event at the castle: both the planning, invitations and construction of the beloved torture devices.
“I know you need her but she is taking liberties!” Betty continued, her voice a playful imitation of an early 20th Century Sunday school teacher. She often used this voice as a joke to avoid confrontation.
“I agree, we will have to do something to stop her getting too big for her boots…” Simon replied still frowning. Managing the beach event had been a delicate balancing act between the girl’s egos. The stress of the event was causing him to tick more frequently. He frowned thinking of what to do, apart from Natalie and Nicole the rest of the procession followed his train of thought.
“We could always hog-tie her and give her to Cleo!” Ingrid suggested.
“No need to be that cruel!” Betty replied.
“On the subject of Cleo we have invited her to the event but not had a reply yet” Simon said, changing the subject.
Emily cowered from the back of the procession, she had temporarily been caught up in all the excitement but the thought of Cleo scared her. It had been a few weeks since she last saw the intimidating Egyptian Queen and her confidence had grown in the absence of her former tormentor.
“Probably a topic for later, we have arrived” Ingrid announced approaching the trees she thought would be perfect for what she guessed Nicole had in mind.
“Yes! this seem about right!” Betty beamed imagining Nicole’s fantasy being brought to life.
Nicole meanwhile was speechless, this was like a dream come true!
“Okay so Ingrid you hold Natalie in the middle while we attach the ropes” Betty ordered, directing the torture party to work.
Natalie cowered as her friends attached leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists, they were secure but comfortable. She heard the click of the chains being attached with the special loops she had seen on Simon and Lilly’s inventions. Her mind raced as to what they would do to her. What she couldn’t see was the chainmail on her restraints, this was an aesthetic detail for the device they were to become a part of however it helped re-enforce them as her unresisting body was stretched between the four trees.
“No we should strip her first!” Nicole declared, emerging from the daze of seeing her fantasy brought to life.
“Okay but only to Bra and panties!” Betty replied.
Natalie’s Brown leather sandals had already fallen off, she squirmed as her clothes were removed. She hoped that by not resisting her captors they would go easier on her, she was wrong! Natalie liked being tickled but the anticipation was killing her, the blindfold was only making things worse and she giggled as her belt was unbuckled by unseen hands. It was as if the torture had started already, the sensation of unseen hands hungrily unbuttoning her dark brown blouse causing the giggles to give way to slight squeals as she squirmed helplessly.
“Why are you laughing Natalie? We haven’t even started tickling you yet!” Betty teased.
“No please don’t!” was all Natalie could manage as her dark green slacks were skilfully manoeuvred over her kicking legs.
Ingrid held Natalie tight but allowed the hungry vixens to strip their prey, relishing her involuntary squirms as her smooth olive skin was slowly exposed. Emily neatly folded Natalie’s clothes on a dry patch of grass and looked up to marvel at the quivering Mediterranean beauty, her soft skin glimmering in the afternoon sunlight as her long limbs were stretched out. The chains were reattached to Natalie’s shackles and Ingrid adjusted her grip to support the slim beauty by her lower back. Nicole and Betty each held one leg whilst Simon held both of her arms above her head.
“C’mon Emily if you take my place I can stretch her out tight like we said!” Betty cried, watching the submissive Princess fuss over Natalie’s clothes.
Emily cautiously took Betty’s place and held Natalie’s right leg by the ankle, it took a short moment for Betty to adjust her posture so she held it firm.
“Like that! Pull slightly and keep a consistent pressure Okay sweetie!” Betty advised, not wanting Emily’s soft submissive nature to spoil the sadistic little project.
Betty began attaching the chains to the ropes which would stretch her out. When she had finished those attached to Natalie’s arms her husband looked at her and asked…
“Would you like to hold these whilst I do the honours?”
“Okay” Betty responded with a smile.
Simon looped the ropes around each of the trees behind Natalie in turns, initially pulling after the first loop and tying a slipknot before heading to Natalie’s feet. The same exercise was repeated for these restraints such that Natalie was stretched out tightly.
“Can we let go yet?” Nicole asked, eager to start tickling her victim: Oh how she wished it was the Sandy Blonde!
“Not just yet, we need to tighten all four just slightly!” Simon replied.
Soon Natalie was stretched out tightly, not as much as a rack would inflict but enough that between Ingrid’s arms and her bonds she was almost completely immobile.
“Okay so we have her stretched out I will just check each knot” Simon announced as he ensured Natalie’s bondage was complete.
Nicole was amazed, Natalie’s limited squirms amused her and she couldn’t resist gently tickling her foot with her sharp nails. The effects were immediate and Natalie tried to struggle but was held firm by her bondage. Natalie had never been racked before but somehow she thought this was worse: her entire body was exposed, not a single patch of skin was afforded any protection by her bondage apart from her ankles and wrists.
“Okay and Ingrid if you try to let go, slowly” Simon directed as the party admired its handiwork.
Natalie sagged slightly in her bondage and panicked, as she sank the limited amount her bonds would allow the pressure tightened across her entire body. Simon noticed the panicked struggles of the soft beauty and intoned…
“Okay so maybe one arm behind her back and the other free for…”
Simon didn’t finish his sentence as Betty and Nicole dug in to their prize. Betty used her fingertips to torment Natalie’s soft underarms with gentle tickles whilst Nicole used her nails on both soles. The unexpected tickling caught Natalie by surprise and she squealed. Emily stood back, she was not pushed by Nicole but the short blonde’s fervour kept her away from Natalie’s feet.
“Okay start tickling! I suppose I made you wait long enough!” Simon said to the un-listening torture party.
Simon produced two soft fluffy feathers and handed them with a smile to Emily across Natalie’s legs. Emily smiled and reached out from her serene trance to take them, naturally Natalie’s neck would be her destination. Ingrid had begun tickling Natalie’s tummy with a gentle teasing tickle, the fact that she tickled with one hand and used the other to support Natalie underneath made the effects both more torturous for Natalie to endure and more pleasing for the amazon to inflict.
Simon was not sure where to go… He was enjoying the view: his wife using the pads of her fingers to tickle Natalie’s helpless underarms, the little blonde at her feet viciously using her nails to deadly effect. In between these the circus strong woman it had taken months for him to speak to was smiling almost as serenely as Emily was by her side. The blonde princess was using her feathers on Natalie’s neck whilst the amazon had moved to Natalie’s belly button. Simon regarded the pair; each with an almost angelic look on their face as one danced her feathers over Natalie’s soft neck whilst the other explored her belly button with one hand whilst supporting underneath with the other. Ingrid would occasionally lower Natalie to let her escape from her investigations before delving deeper into her helpless navel. Just when Natalie thought things couldn’t get worse Ingrid would raise her back up against the pressure applied by her fingertip to make her extreme helplessness abundantly apparent.
Meanwhile the torture at her feet was unrelenting and unpredictable, Nicole’s skill with her nails had been noted and discussed by the girls after her debut at the beach. Simon never expected this prodigy to return with such a cruel desire to inflict tickle torture. He continued to watch the scene like an unfolding work of art as his wife and three beautiful women practised their varied, but equally intolerable methods of tickle torture. Natalie could only move her neck and toes and this movement completed the scene, especially the way the late afternoon sun reflected off the dark ringlets of her hair as she struggled, Betty would occasionally support her head whilst verbally teasing her.
Unable to think of a means to improve what he beheld, Simon slipped his phone out of his pocket and snapped a series of pictures.
A few minutes later he joined the torture party and began teasing the backs of Natalie’s knees, why he hadn’t noticed the gap sooner he didn’t know: perhaps because by doing so he blocked the view which had held his rapt attention.
“What are the pictures for sweetie?” Betty asked, more curious than concerned.
“…Peace offering” Simon replied.
“Ah!” Betty replied her tone conveying her understanding. She changed from finger tickles to the use of two feathers to tease Natalie’s soft underarms as Natalie’s initial frantic hysteria gave way to what would be an extensive torture session. All of the torture party were intrigued, this position gave them access not only to all of Natalie’s ticklish spots but all of her body as well. With the exception of Emily and Ingrid they rotated to each take a turn at her most choice spots. Each approved of this ‘hammock-tie’ position and its acceptance into their corpus of techniques was assured: The rack often shielded the back of the victim and a kneeling position could open up every possibility except for the shins which are not usually ticklish but this devilish design exposed everything except the ankles and wrists. Somehow this enhanced the enjoyment of the ticklers who would occasionally deviated from their target area to explore less frequently probed areas such as Natalie’s calves, shoulders and thighs. With the exception of her thighs these forays did not tickle Natalie that much but greatly added to the overwhelming sensation of helplessness that kept her in tickle hell barely able to enjoy her torment.
Eventually Natalie began to succumb to weariness and Simon directed the easing of her bonds. On a brief break he had collected a sheepskin and her sandals, and as Emily carefully placed the latter next to her pile her clothes Natalie was laid on her back only to be stretched out again between the trees. The limits of her ticklishness outweighed her limbs’ limits of endurance and her tormentors were not done with her yet. Spread-eagled and helpless Natalie was straddled by Ingrid who was keen to use both of her hands on her victim’s tummy. Simon and Nicole used the toes ties he had picked up alongside Natalie’s sandals to secure her toes. This was the one possible means of movement they had allowed Natalie and now they realised their mistake; the next victim in her position would not be so fortunate. Betty and Nicole tormented Natalie’s feet, Betty tried to teach Nicole some techniques but found she was already an advanced pupil so focused on her left sole while the petite blonde took the left. Her husband used two soft make-up brushes to torment Natalie’s underarms whilst Emily occupied her favoured position at her neck. This was Emily’s forte; and whilst not as torturous as the other techniques Emily was master at delivering it. Emily was almost a savant; being able to predict which way her victim would move and place her feathers perfectly in the most infuriating places.
After a long torture session Natalie lay laughing silently, the ringlets of her long hair spread out in a beautiful crescent by the serene artistic Emily. She had resume administering her trade-mark neck tickles after arranging her victim silently but the scene was enough to cause Simon to snap another photo on his phone.
“More peace offerings?” Betty asked.
“More publicity for the event” Simon replied, unaware such actions could even cause jealousy in his wife who was having the time of her life tickling Natalie’s left foot and knee.
“Sto-op! Need to-ha-ha.. to…. peee!” Natalie begged, the removal of Simon’s contributions enough to allow her to depart from silent laughter and speak.
It was apparent to all she had been suffering for a while without being able to let her plight be known. Ingrid carefully got up from straddling Natalie and directed the loosening of her bonds, ready to play the guard.
As Natalie was escorted to the gatehouse Nicole was congratulated by the remaining ticklers. She beamed under their praise forgetting the morning’s kidnapping and delighting in the sensation of unity with her former torturers. As Ingrid was describing the tree rack to the petite blonde Simon and Betty quietly exchanged words.
“I think we have a candidate for how to punish Lilly for ignoring our instructions” Betty whispered.
“Yes but how should we make our point clear?” Simon asked quietly.
“Oh leave that to me, I have an idea” Betty replied.
Natalie returned giggling as the grass tickled her feet, Ingrid had returned her blindfold and bound her arms behind her back making the sensation of grass crunching against her arches or exploring her toes unbearable.
“So more Natalie torture?” Nicole asked, keen to continue tormenting her prize.
“No I think you need to earn another session sweetie!” Betty replied.
“Aww!” Nicole sulked.
“But for your efforts we would like to offer you an invite to our event next weekend! You won’t have to pay, at least not with money!” Simon intoned.
Nicole beamed, then raised an eyebrow considering the last part of the offer.
“Also I don’t think Ingrid had a go at breaking you!” Betty added.
Ingrid glanced at Betty, she was certain she could break this little blonde but noted his removal of her new favourite toy none-the-less. She had tickled Natalie before but Amy was usually the one directing the torture and holding the helpless brunette in her arms pleased Ingrid somehow.
“So shall we head back to the stocks?” Emily asked meekly.
“No I have a better idea!” Ingrid replied with a broad smile.
Ingrid directed the torture party to another part of the garden where a useful tree-branch grew horizontally around waist height. Ingrid laid down a sheepskin and beckoned Nicole to lay upon it. Nicole hesitated, reluctant to return to her role as the ticklee.
“Oh c’mon we haven’t got all day!” Betty chided.
Nicole obliged, laying on her back anticipating the tortures to come. Ingrid began by tying her arms above her head to the roots of a different tree, she had noted this area’s potential for bondage before and fantasised about tickling beautiful women tied in a variety of positions to the trees she tended. Unfortunately the tree roots didn’t work as planned and she needed to use a steak driven into the ground instead. After Nicole arms were secured Ingrid directed the other girls in tying Nicole’s ankles to the tree branch. Emily stood watching serenely whilst Natalie redressed herself in the clothes that the Princess had neatly arranged for her. Nicole’s bondage was complete and she squirmed in anticipation, the branch was the perfect height to make her truly helpless: every part of her body except for her back was exposed. The petite blonde watched Natalie finish buttoning her blouse and trembled, the soft olive skinned beauty was not imposed but Nicole suspected she wanted revenge.
“Okay so same deal as before, I am going to place this piece of card between your toes and if you can hold onto it for a minute you get to tickle Ingrid” Betty explained, reminding Nicole that it was the amazon she had to fear.
Simon produced the hourglass and searched for somewhere to put it, unlike the stocks flat surfaces were not readily available. Eventually the game began and Ingrid started with soft finger tickles, Nicole squirmed and giggled but held onto the card promising her a go at tickling the ginger giant tickling her soles. Ingrid was frustrated, she knew she could break this little blonde if she could use her fingernails but had to trim them short for her beloved gardening. Suddenly an idea struck her and she reached into the back pocket of her jeans…. YES!
Ingrid quickly produced a pair of her gardening gloves and slipped them on as the hourglass reached halfway, they were the old ones with the grip surface that was worn in places. The effect was instantaneous and Nicole squeaked like a mouse at the unexpected sensations. The need to keep her feet still was totally forgotten as she tried to use one foot to protect the other from the rough, ridged fingertips that tormented her soles. The other girls began to tickle the rest of Nicole’s helpless body as soon as Simon turned the hourglass for her minute’s torture. Betty joined Ingrid at Nicole’s soles whilst Emily joined Simon in tickling her underarms with long soft feathers. Natalie focused on Nicole’s exposed knees running her fingers up and down her helpless legs pausing and the back of the knees to flutter her fingers or deliver a short but effective counter-stroke, she had witness and felt the effects of this technique and approved. Nicole’s helplessness added to the torture and she was tickled senseless long after her minute was up. It was only when Ingrid spoke she enjoyed anything of a reprieve…
“You know I can’t figure out who is more ticklish Natalie or Nicole….” The Amazon chuckled wickedly scratching at Nicole’s helpless feet which Simon took delight in holding by the toes.
Natalie’s heart sank at the prospect of more torture but she stayed silent and Nicole’s knees, hoping that the conversation would pass.
“Me neither!” Betty replied from her husband’s former place and Nicole’s underarms.
“Only one way to find out!” Ingrid bellowed grabbed the submissive Natalie.
“Noo! Please Don’t! Haven’t I suffered enough?” Natalie wailed, half struggled half trying to keep still in the hope her tormentors would be merciful towards her.
“I don’t think we gave her permission to get dressed?” Betty commented, ignoring Natalie’s protests.
Natalie whimpered as she was stripped for second time in Ingrid’s arms, again Emily neatly arranged her clothes. Natalie was tied in a similar fashion to Nicole on the opposite side of the branch, being slightly taller her ankles were slightly higher but this allowed the toe-ties from before to be applied. Nicole’s toes were also tied to a convenient spur that Ingrid had pruned with this exact purpose in mind. The two girls look a treat; Ingrid used another steak to secure Natalie’s arms above her head in the absence of a convenient tree, she sighed as she glanced over at the soft tree roots that had failed to be of use before but apart from that it was a perfect sight. Each girl squirmed as blindfolds were applied.
“Now gentle tickles to begin with we want to see who is the most ticklish so try and keep it as even as possible” Betty directed taking her place on one side of the four soles. Simon stood facing her and the happy couple began lightly tracing their fingers over the trapped helpless feet, each using one hand for each pair of soles: one pair long and olive the other small and pale. The owners both squirmed and giggled as the other girls took their positions. Ingrid tried to match the gentle Emily’s feather tickling of Nicole’s neck with a pair of soft feathers. The Princess sat serenely opposite her practising her gentle arts on the soft neck of Natalie. Ingrid became frustrated knowing that her best attempts did not compare to the frustrating gentle torment only Emily could inflict. Emily was a savant knowing which way her victim would squirm and being able to place a feather in the perfect position, it was not the most torturous method of tickling but Emily had perfected it to a fine art.
“Emily sweetie! Could you tickle Natalie’s underarms? I’m getting bored!” Ingrid shouted.
“Okay” Emily’s soft voice could just be heard to peep over the giggling victim’s still in the early stages of their torture.
The tickling slowly increased and with the exception of Emily each of the tormentors changed position. Ingrid even let Simon use her gardening gloves and knew before long each old pair would enjoy a second life as a tickle toy when worn out and washed.
Just as the sun was setting Amy and Andrea approached joining in the fun with gusto, with three ticklers each the victim’s sides and tummy received much needed tickle attention.
“So what is going on here?” Lilly asked wandering over.
“We are trying to see who is the most ticklish!” Ingrid beamed.
“And who is winning?” Lilly asked her eyes down in an uncharacteristically submissive aversion.
“So far it is a draw so we will just have to keep tickling until we decide!” Betty exclaimed.
“Actually Lilly can I have a word with you?” Simon asked from his position at victim’s soles.
“Yeah sure!” Lilly replied: she had known this was coming, the adrenaline ride that followed her vengeance had run its course and she knew she must face reality.
Simon Left Ingrid to use one hand on each girl’s feet, varying between one of four options but always keeping on per victim. Both Natalie and Nicole were each receiving a merciless upper body tickle from two girls. Emily and Andrea tormented Nicole, Emily using her trademark neck tickles and Andrea focusing on her soft underarms. Natalie had the worst of it with Betty and Amy’s cruel tickles that failed to match that inflicted on her blonde opponent. As the evening air began to chill it was determined that Natalie was the most ticklish. The two competitors were released shortly after Simon and Lilly returned. Andrea noted that Lilly seemed different, normally she would have joined the tickling game but she seemed crestfallen and weary.
Andrea enjoyed a few drinks with the other girls, she talked to Nicole about her idea of using the trees as a tickle-hammock and established a tentative friendship with the little blonde despite knowing what lay behind the glimmer in her eyes: Andrea had always been Nicole’s favourite at the beach and she sensed that the day had only peaked her desires to inflict tickle torture. Before Andrea would have felt safe under Lilly’s protection but her friend’s mood worried Andrea. It had begun to get cold and the time had come for the party to end. Betty offered to drive Helen and Nicole home since Helen was in no fit state. She had emerged dressed but weary and fell asleep in the passenger seat of her own car with Nicole and Andrea in the back seats. Several hours later Helen stirred in her sleep her mind full of nightmares of the unexpected torture, something was wrong!…. Her wrists and ankles felt the freshly familiar tension of soft restraints, she couldn’t see and this didn’t feel like her bed. Helen began to panic and struggled.
“Shhh!” A familiar voice whispered in her ear. “Try to get more sleep, we have lots of fun planned for you tomorrow”…
Helen breathed deeply now aware of two warm female bodies snuggled up next to her restrained body, she was still exhausted and lapsed back into a deep restful sleep intermittently haunted by both memories of her humiliation and nightmares of the torture to come. When floating closer to consciousness she was aware of her unknown bedfellows. Andrea’s socked feet rubbed against Helen’s bare soles whilst Ingrid and Nicole slept to her other side. Helen did not remember how she got here, her car had been returned to her house but not wanting their new toy to escape Ingrid had transferred her to her own car and now shared her enormous bed with three ticklish women. It had been a good day, before joining Helen the three friends had played a few tickling games before turning in.
Nicole finally had a chance to tickle Andrea and earned eight wonderful minutes of delicious torture at the tickle tac-toe game under Ingrid’s watchful gaze. She too failed at this game and like Andrea had the grids scrubbed from her soles with hot soapy water only to suffer at the fingers of her two new friends. She only wished Andrea was locked in the stocks rather than tied to the sofa when inflicting her cruel nails on her soft feet. Nicole couldn’t wait for the event at the castle, her conditional invite was intriguing and she hoped to find out more from the ‘game’s night’ she had received an invitation to. Despite the fun Nicole was exhausted, she thought she should stay to keep an eye on Helen, she wasn’t sure what the girl’s had done to her but she felt a sense of loyalty given the day’s fun wouldn’t have happened without her beach friend guiding her into this wonderful tickle trap.
