Lilly's Come-uppance: part 1 (AS15)

Hi it has been a while so here is a very quick summary of the story so far;

Andrea a shy Sandy Blonde discovers a tickle show at the beach and becomes part of the show also indulging in the after hours fun and games at the group's homes. The show has some difficulties and has to move. A co-worker called Helen who discovered her there is annoyed at their absence the next week (they were at a music festival for hippies that week instead). Andrea is pounced on by Helen and tickled mercilessly until she reveals the details of where they will be. Not realising it is not a public Event Helen and Nicole (A friend Helen made at the beach show) are grabbed and tickle tortured. Lilly (Andrea's mistress) goes to far and tickles Helen until she wets herself despite her pleas for mercy. Lilly has overstepped the boundaries of the group and must be punished, Nicole meanwhile becomes a member of the group whilst Helen is essentially held captive through a pair of tickle boots and a device In her belly button she can't remove.


and the next chapter


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The four women where welcomed to Simon and Betty’s. In the living room five women were making jewellery out of feathers. A large number of feathers were on the coffee table alongside thin silver chains and length of leather thongs. Nicole and Helen smiled at Amy, Natalie and Emily but didn’t recognise two of the women. Meanwhile Andrea took a double take and lost her confidence at the sight of Cleo; the Egyptian queen startled her. Andrea’s confidence had grown so much since she first met Cleo at that beach, the aloof dominatrix had never attended any of the other little parties and game’s nights and her absence had been enjoyed. Cleo’s unexpected presence unsettled Andrea, this was noted and Cleo smiled to herself whilst toying with a feather and enjoyed the Sandy Blonde’s discomfort.


Introductions were made and Andrea learnt that the other new arrival’s was a friend of Amy’s called Esther. She sat hunched over her feather necklace and avoided eye-contact. Andrea recognised the Gothic woman’s shyness and remembered when she would do the same, she wished the beauty would give her a proper look rather than hiding behind her long purple and black hair. Eventually the cross-legged Goth flicked her hair back to reveal her pale face with tasteful but striking make-up, purple-lipstick and a small conical lip-piercing. All too soon the moment passed, and Esther hid behind her hair again wiggling her toes in her black & white stripy socks.


As the new arrivals arranged themselves on the sofas and chairs a tall gorgeous African-Caribbean Goddess with long ringlets, curlier and thicker than Natalie’s entered from the kitchen. Andrea was awestruck, the Goddess wore cargo shorts and a practical tank-top but moved with exquisite elegance and majestic grace. As she sat and placed her drink on the coffee table she smiled at the new arrivals, unaware that by crossing fearlessly past Cleo and sitting in the vacant seat she had broken the dominatrix’s spell. With the exception of Ingrid the new arrivals had been too intimidated to sit in the one vacant chair. Natalie moved to the floor to sit beside Esther at Amy’s feet and the rest shuffled up to make room.


With the exception of Cleo the ten women settled down to make necklaces from the many feathers. There was a list detailing how many feathers and what colours were needed on each necklace. Andrea was curious about the significance of the colour coding, Nicole was wondering the same and asked;


“So what are these for?” Nicole chirped.

“Well next week we have a lot of guests coming with different desires….” Amy replied.

With the exception of Ingrid the newcomer’s payed close attention to Amy.


“And in order to prevent any…. Misunderstandings! We are providing these to make it clear what people like and under what circumstances…” Amy continued….

Andrea noted that the majority of feathers were either Green or Blue with fewer Orange, Yellow, Pink and White ones. There were also a fair amount of Red necklaces, these often accompanied other coloured feathers.

“So what do the colours mean?” Andrea asked; circling the room, wondering where Lilly, Betty & Simon where and not sure where to sit.

“Well luckily later at the castle we will be painting this sign!” Amy replied, producing the sign to remind patrons of the rules.



Green = May be tickled gently by anyone at any time.

Blue = May be tickled by anyone with permission from the wearer.

Yellow = May be tickled with permission from the wearer’s Master/ Mistress.

Orange = May only be tickled by a nominated Master/ Mistress

White = Tickler only do not tickle {Extreme punishments will be meted out}.

Pink = Has access to ‘Pink Zone’.

Red = Has access to both ‘Pink’ and ‘Red Zone’.

Black = Event Organiser



As Amy explained the rules using the sign as a prop, each of the girls noted that she wore a necklace comprising Red, Blue and Black feathers. Cleo wore a similar necklace matched by a new mask, Andrea eventually noted she had White instead of Blue feathers. Emily was wearing a pair of earrings with both Blue and Back feathers whilst carefully making similar earrings using similar small feathers. Andrea noted the patience and skill she had in her gentle hands. Emily smiled at Andrea and beckoned her to sit next to her on the floor. Andrea finally relaxed and started to speak to Amy’s friend who also became chattier; revealing that she had been to the group before, but clamming up when the conversation moved toward her recent absence. As they spoke Andrea admired her feet, Esther wiggled her toes under Andrea’s lustful gaze. When she was feeling shy her voice was soft and light but when she relaxed she had a hearty chuckle like Ingrid. She was not as tall as Ingrid but was larger than Amy, not overweight but well built. Andrea noted she already had a necklace comprising red and orange feathers and wondered who her mistress was and what exactly was involved in the ‘Red Zone’. As the girls chatted Andrea reached the conclusion Amy must be Esther’s master. Ingrid accepted a necklace of Red, Blue and Black as Betty emerged wearing a similar pair of earrings.


“Ah you’re here!” Betty chirped, quite used to her friends letting other members into her house.


“Yup, how is she?” Ingrid asked, attaching her necklace.


“Not ready yet, actually we need your help moving a few things.” Betty replied.


Andrea and the other girls settled whilst Ingrid helped transport various wooden items to the van. Each took the opportunity to steal glances and came to the conclusion that long wooden stocks for trapping several pairs of ankles were being loaded into the van. Andrea worried about something she had just heard….


….‘How is she?’…. They must mean Lilly!


Eventually Simon and Betty finished their work, Amy went with them to the basement leaving the rest of the girl’s to chat and make necklaces. Andrea enjoyed both the conversation and her work, she would occasionally run a feather across the palm of her hand or Helen’s skin. She had commanded her slave to lie down and close her eyes. Fearing the tickle boots Helen had obeyed, all the girls including Cleo had marvelled at the tickle boots and Andrea gave an extensive demonstration with her remote control. Lying down on the floor gave Helen a respite from the tickling the pressure pads relentlessly delivered. She was not free from torture though. From their floor cushions Andrea, Esther and Emily put their feet up on the penitent Helen. Whilst they worked they would use each new feathers to tickle the now blindfolded Helen. If she giggled or squirmed Andrea would administer the appropriate punishment using the remote control. On her own turns Andrea would often hand her feathers to her friend’s since Helen’s tummy was not especially feather ticklish, it never failed to respond to the addition of the cruel fingertips of the Sandy Blonde who sat in the middle of Helen’s torture party.



Esther began to warm to Andrea, sensing she had made a friend after passing the feathers to the shy Goth Andrea gently tickled her socked feet. The result was delightful, Esther giggled gently and continued trying to tease Helen’s bare legs with the feathers. As Andrea explored her soles her victim continued to wiggle her toes and desperately tried to keep her feet still. Andrea grinned broadly, loving the way Esther didn’t move away. Andrea adored the Goth girl’s socked feet, especially since the socks were old and revealed glimpses of her soft pale skin and cute toes with their black polish through the holes and worn patches. Soon Amy joined in the fun and began tickling Esther’s upper body. Andrea resented sharing her new toy, not so much out of jealousy but because the added torture meant her victim could no longer keep still in the delightful way the Sandy blonde adored. Soon Cassie joined the tickling too, after triple teaming Esther for a few minutes she asked;


“So can I have a go with this one?” Gesturing at the recumbent Helen.


“Sure” Andrea replied.


The African Goddess straddled the blindfolded Helen and began tickling her upper body. Helen tried to defend herself.


“Arms up!” Andrea commanded whilst trying to tickle Esther’s delightfully ticklish feet.


Helen tried to obey but Cassie was a mean tickler. Natalie joined the fun and grabbed Helen’s flailing wrists exposing her tender underarms. Normally Natalie was the victim of such spontaneous tickle torture and she was glad to watch another unfortunate victim squirm, as she knelt her heels raised out of her flats and her soft arches were exposed. Cassie continued her cruel assault of Helen’s underarms she was enthusiastic but did not have the experience of the other ticklers but took the advice given by Amy and others as she tickled.


“Are those boots switched on?” Cassie asked between listening to the tips and tricks.


“Yeah” Andrea replied holding one of Esther's ankles and using the other hand to tickle it mercilessly.


“Can they be switched up?” Cassie asked.


“Well yeah, but this way whenever she kicks out the pressure pads make it worse…” Andrea replied her soft smile covering her sadistic joy like snow on a battle-field.


“Pressure pads?” Amy asked, abandoning both her seat and Esther’s ticklish ribs.


Before Andrea could reply Amy picked up both of Helen’s ankles and lifted them into her lap as she sat on the floor. Amy had done this before but Andrea marvelled at the way the supple Goth trapped Helen’s ankles between her long legs turning her wiry body into a set of stocks; it was a beautiful scene; Amy’s legs in their purple and black stockings trapping Helen’s suede boots. Andrea wasted no time in monopolising the ticklish Esther and grabbed both of her ankles gently placing them on her lap, she was not in the position to follow Amy’s example and trap Esther’s unresisting ankles. Her victim giggled as the Sandy blonde gently placed one hand on top of her feet and wiggled her fingers, enjoying Esther’s giggles. Both girls looked up from the anticipation of exquisite tickle torture; Amy had begun gently drumming on Helen’s tickle boots. All were amazed at her ingenuity, and her cruel rhythms increased both in frequency and intensity, it was clear from Helen’s helpless laughter that the cruel exploitation of the tickle boots was pure torture.



Laughing at her slave’s plight Andrea began to softly tickle Esther’s wiggling feet. The sock tickles were not enough to satisfy the Sandy blonde. Seizing the heel of Esther’s right long stripy sock Andrea slowly began to pull. Esther was so ticklish even the worn fabric being slowly drawn across her soft pale feet made her giggle. Andrea slowly removed Esther’s other sock, she loved the way Esther’s socked feet squirmed but the sight of her lovely bare feet delighted her more. Esther held her feet still submissively longing for her new friend to start the fun. Andrea examined her prize gently teasing each arch with her right index finger whilst keeping her left hand on top of her ankles, Esther could escape if she wanted to but didn’t! Andrea began exploring her victim’s toes which freed from their socks wiggled displaying their shiny black polish.



Helen’s torment continued unabated, her earlier protests had been replaced by the silent laughter only obtainable through the application of merciless tickle torture, Cassie was learning; and as she learnt she chatted with her new friends. Andrea learnt she was a friend of Amy’s from work who had overheard a conversation between Esther & Amy. Helen meanwhile simply struggled helplessly, the only slight respite came when Cleo and Nicole grew bored of watching the tickle fun. Nicole had finished her necklace and was hungrily eyeing Natalie’s soft soles. Cleo did not speak but looked at Nicole and then to Natalie’s soles, she had seen what the petite blonde desired. Almost as if commanded Nicole found herself creeping towards the unsuspecting Mediterranean feet. Natalie’s response to the first gentle tickles was priceless. She was balancing on her toes and at first could not free her soles, at the first she tried to keep a hold of Helen’s wrists. Eventually she lost her both her balance and her shoes as Cleo joined the fun with sporadic well practised upper body tickles.


Just as Natalie was about to lose her grip on Helen’s wrists Cleo stopped as whispered.


“Don’t let go now!...”


Nicole smiled and slowed her tickles to a teasing single fingertip stroke of Natalie’s left right arch tightly held in her left hand whilst Cleo spoke....


“If you let go we will make you our next tickle victim!” The Dominatrix teased.


Natalie squirmed and begged trying desperately to keep her hold on Helen’s wrists, she hated always being the victim and was determined to win this little game. Cleo seized her other foot and followed Nicole’s example, using her nails instead of her fingertips. Nicole followed suit and the horribly rapid scratches drove Natalie insane.


“You tickle well little one!” Cleo extolled.


Nicole smiled, both complemented and scared. The Dominatrix’s gaze unsettled her, she had obeyed previously when Cleo had wordlessly commanded her to tickle this soft skinned goddess.


“So are you as ticklish as this one?” Cleo asked.


Nicole bowed her head and mumbled; “Not quite”.


“Ah we will see!” Cleo grinned, her grinning having the desired effect on Nicole.


Cleo delighted in the possibilities of new tickle victims. ‘Come to think of it this one looks awfully like a woman who tickled me at the beach once’ Cleo looked at the petite blonde closer… ‘It is her!’


Nicole tried to avoid Cleo’s gaze focusing entirely on Natalie’s soft arches and delicious toes. Helen meanwhile was suffering and Esther giggling softly as Andrea explored her toes with a finished red necklace. Eventually Betty and Ingrid returned from the basement, it had been around twenty minutes since the last load had been taken to the van.


“Looks you have been having fun whilst we have been working” Ingrid boomed upon entering the room.


“Okay so good job!” Betty beamed looking around the room, grinning as she spotted Helen’s predicament.


Her expression changed as she caught sight of the boots…


“Erm… Ingrid! Are those what I think they are?” The petite contortionist asked…


“Probably, I rescued them!” The Amazon replied grinning.


“What do you mean rescued?” Betty asked.


“Well they didn’t fit anyone and I saw you were going to cut them up….” Ingrid began


….. “To make new ones!” Betty interrupted


“Ah!” Ingrid said, bowing her head as Betty sighed…


“Do you remember that last box you loaded into the Van?” Betty continued


“Box?” Ingrid replied confused.


“Yes the…. This Box!” Betty said, exasperated pointing the box the amazon had left in the hallway.


All the girls laughed, it was quite the comedy show. Betty opened the box revealing transparent plastic shoes and boots containing torture devices and pressure pads like the ones currently keeping Helen in a constant state of torment under the incessant drumming of Amy.


“We would have had these finished months ago if those hadn’t vanished! We spent hours looking for them!” Betty exclaimed.


“Ah sorry!” Ingrid replied her head still bowed.


“Well pop the box in the van, and when you return put these on!” Betty snapped, brandishing the largest pair she had dug out of the box… “We made them especially for you!”


Ingrid obeyed, Betty wasn’t really angry but Ingrid was embarrassed none-the-less. Ingrid was both nervous and excited to try the tickle boots, the clear plastic was an improvement and she looked forwards to the result the others would have at the weekend.


The tickle fun in the living room slowed, Natalie had somehow managed to resist her torments and maintain her grip on Helen’s wrists until Cassie abandoned her prize. Helen was given a respite from her torture and allowed a drink of water. Both Amy and Cleo had left the room whilst Andrea continued to softly tickle Esther’s beautiful feet.


“Now we need you in the basement” Betty whispered to Andrea…


“Okay” The sandy blonde mumbled lost in her fascination at the way Esther’s toes wiggled under the soft administrations of her feather.


“Is that your red feather necklace?” Betty asked.


“Erm…” Andrea replied shyly.


“We weren’t sure what colours you would like; as an event organiser you are free to choose”. Betty continued.


“Okay” Andrea mumbled, slowly returning to reality.


“Well we will talk you through what type of games will be restricted to the Red Zone and if you want to you can wear that necklace, if not Lilly will have it since she is into that sort of thing…” Betty continued.


“Can Esther come too?” Andrea asked shyly, not wanting to leave her new friend and her soft feet.


“Not just yet” Betty replied then glanced at the exhausted Helen finishing her water, the blindfold raised to sit on top of her messed up hair….


“But bring her! I think she should witness this too” Betty whispered.


Andrea was reluctant to leave Esther who waved goodbye with a smile as she pulled her socks back on. Andrea lingered to watch Esther snuggled her delicious toes and scrummy soles into her tatty stripy socks and made an intense memory of the moment, so happy to have made another tickle friend and that she didn’t have to steal glances of her sexy feet. Esther smiled and wiggled her freshly socked toes at her new friend. Meanwhile Nicole and Natalie had started a tickle fight which was resolved when Cassie grabbed Natalie and pinned her down. Andrea giggled; Natalie was always the tickle victim and her protests that she kept her grip on Helen’s wrists fell on deaf ears as Emily and Esther shyly joined the fun. Andrea wanted to join too but was led by Betty to the hallway, they passed Ingrid who was putting on her custom-made tickle boots.


“Keep an eye on things up here will you?” Betty asked the Amazon as the approached the steps.


Ingrid grinned and giggled as her tickle boots activated, they didn’t have a remote control but buzzed in response to her footsteps as she went to get her fill of tickling Natalie. As she turned away she was careful not to let Betty see the smaller pairs of adapted Croc’s she had secreted about her person when loading the box into the van. A pair for Natalie and a pair for Nicole, the glorious morning was shaping up into a remarkable Sunday afternoon!


Descending into the basement Andrea wondered what she and her slave would bear witness too. Andrea directed Helen who free of her blindfold still had to take extra caution on the stairs as her boots tickled her intensely in response to the increased pressure placed on the balls of her feet.


In the middle of the room Lilly knelt on a torture device that trapped her ankles, calves and toes. Her arms were stretched high above her head at a slight angle in a Y –shaped exposing both her neck and underarms. Andrea knew this position and how it cruelly held the victim still without affording any protection to the most sensitive spots. She took in the sight of Lilly’s sexy lithe body stretched out and exposed, she could not see her mistresses face though. A cylinder of black leather and plastic obscured Lilly pretty face. As Andrea approached she could see the outline of her mistress’s face: thin strips of material criss-crossed making a tightly woven mesh, she still could not figure out the device’s purpose.


“Simon don’t let Cleo tickle me!” Lilly suddenly exclaimed.


Andrea turned to spot Cleo sitting dominantly on a chair facing Lilly. The dominatrix toyed with a feather whilst glancing at her wrist watch before returning her attention to her nemesis who had tortured her so many times in revenge for her cruel schemes, months of resentment were waiting to be satisfied, if only she could give that twee blonde princess what she deserved too, that air-headed hippy deserved to have her sensitive skin tormented! Cleo grinned sadistically, above her on a beam was a large clock that Andrea did not recognise. Just about visible were some wall restraints slightly to one side.


Andrea was both intrigued and horrified, Amy took her by the arm and grinned….


“Time to get your slave into her share of the viewing area!” The Goth chirped, eager to start the torture she had helped to plan.


“Helen by the wall!” Andrea commanded, hoping to assert herself in front of Cleo.


The dominatrix barely glanced away from her prize, but the rest of the group were impressed. Helen’s wrists were fitted in the manacles which were raised until her heels no longer touched the floor.


“We were going to come up with something on the fly, but those tickle boots are just perfect for this!” Amy remarked as Helen’s laughter turned to squeals.


The increased pressure on the sensors beneath the balls of her feet directed almost all the torture into the brushes between her sensitive toes.


“You think that is bad!” Andrea teased, turning up the torture with her remote and activating the arch stimulators.


Helen screamed opening her mouth wide and shutting her eyes, she was rewarded with the prize of a ball-gag administered expertly by Amy.


“Well done!” Betty exclaimed… “So glad you left your job to work for us!”


Andrea glanced at her co-ticklers, temporarily distracted from her cruel administrations of tickle torture.


“Oh yes! We didn’t tell you! We need so much help Amy quit her job for a larger stake in the show!” Betty continued delightedly.


“Kept getting in the way of this anyway!” Amy added, rifling through a box of tickle toys making a pile of devious devices.


“Good for you!” Andrea mumbled, glad that Amy would be free for more tickle fun and jealous that she could not do the same.


“Now the boots are good but I think some of these might be fun too!” Amy suggested, gesturing to her collection that Helen regarded in horror.


“First off we need to do something about her ankles….” Betty replied…


…. “Simon don’t let Cleo tickle me!” Lilly’s voice sounded in the background….


“You see with a plank of wood and a loose pair of manacles we could make her dance for us!” Betty continued.


“Capitol Idea!” Amy replied, mimicking the posh voice Betty occasionally used to support her 1920’s persona.


Helen struggled and protested into her ball-gag as the manacles were applied, Betty meanwhile selected a curious assortment of items.


“Now you may need to temporarily turn the boots off Andrea” Betty proposed as Amy finished positioned the plank of wood against the wall.


“Hmmm!” Andrea responded as Amy’s cruel trick played out…


Helen could either put her heels on the plank and suffer a horrible arch tickling, or put her weight on her toes and the balls of the feet focusing the torture through the evil brushes between her toes. It was just possible for her to balance between the two but only if she didn’t respond to the still awful torments divided between each area.


…. “Sorry what was that?” Andrea asked lost in admiring their work so far…


“Well this make-up is used in conjunction with a UV light….” Betty explained.


…. “Okay” Andrea replied, confused.


“And I need to apply it to her cheeks and eyelids…” Betty continued.


Andrea was unsure what was going on but switched the boots off. Helen welcomed the reprieve but squirmed as Betty applied the make-up in swirling patterns to Helen’s cheeks.

“Stay still or we will find even more cruel ways to torture you!” Amy teased, preparing the next torture device for application.

…. “Simon don’t let Cleo tickle me!” Lilly’s voice sounded again in the background….

Andrea was starting to get worried, something about the tone of Lilly’s voice was really unsettling; it wasn’t the anxiety it conveyed but more the weariness.

“And now for the eyelids!” Betty exclaimed, turning her applicator around and preparing to apply make-up from the other dish in the little container.

Andrea’s concerns were quickly forgotten as she noticed new fixtures on the wall to either side of her captive slave… “What are these for?” She asked, curiously examining the sockets and switches that betrayed Simon’s diabolical handiwork.

“We will show you in a moment!” Amy replied… “We are going to get this set up first!” She continued gleefully holding out one of the belly button tickling devices that Andrea dreaded.

“But she is already wearing one!” Andrea responded.

“Yeah but this one is designed to respond to the UV make-up on her eyelids!” Amy replied, an evil smirk betraying her sadistic revelry.

Helen began to thrash and squirm but it was too late Betty had applied the make-up. Andrea rewarded her outburst with a session from the device already in her belly button.

“Are you going to settle down?” Andrea teased her slave… “Settle down or I will leave it on forever!”

The device was switched off and Betty tightened a leather strap around Helen’s head which hung in humiliation. Attached to the leather strap were two antennas that held plastic panels which Betty carefully positioned to either side of Helen’s face. Amy positioned two similar panels that attached to sockets in the wall.

“These monitor any movement and relay information to punish it appropriately to an array of tickle devices” Betty explained as she made the final adjustments to the cruel array.

“Seems like Helen is going to be tickled worse than Lilly” Cleo interjected, the dominatrix had repositioned her chair to view the contraption being assembled around Helen’s helpless body.

…. “Simon don’t let Cleo tickle me!” Lilly’s intoned again.

“Why does she keep saying that?” Andrea asked, ignoring Cleo.

“We will tell you later” Betty replied.

“Why not tell her now?” Cleo replied, hating to be ignored.

“Lilly went too far yesterday when she made Helen wet herself….” Simon interjected….

Betty exchanged a glance with her husband.

“That in itself wasn’t the issue, so much as her disobedience” Simon continued

“And we decided she needed to be punished” Betty added.

“And of course any ticklish girl’s worst nightmare…. Is me!” Cleo teased gesturing with her feather whilst simultaneously wiggling her cruel nails at Lilly’s captive body.

“Actually, ahem!”… Simon interjected quelling his stutter… “I think Lilly was more reluctant to wear the he-he -head-cage again”. He continued.

“Head cage?” Andrea asked, hoping to resolve her curiosity about the device surrounding Lilly’s head.

“Yes that was one of our early inventions!” Betty added, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

“It is like a blindfold but allows the victim a limited view of their surroundings increasing their anxiety…” Simon continued.

“And little Lilly just can’t stand it!” Cleo teased… “If she thinks that’s bad just wait until I have a chance to tickle her properly!”

“So anyway! Andrea let me show you what the rest of these sockets do!” Amy interjected trying to change the subject.

…. “Simon don’t let Cleo tickle me!” Lilly said again.

“Soon enough you will lapse in saying that!” Cleo teased… “And then you will be mine!”

Andrea suddenly understood; the clock, Lilly’s regular plea, the way Cleo had glanced at her watch it all made sense! Lilly had to ask not to be tickled by Cleo once a minute or however long it was she kept saying her line.

Andrea tried to focus on Helen who had received a brief respite but was now the centre of attention again. Amy attached two devices into some of the sockets each brandishing a wheel of feathers that were positioned over Helen’s exposed underarms. They turned slowly at first but as Helen shook her head from side to side they span faster driving her into hysterics barely muffled by her ball-gag. As Helen swayed they responded moving forwards and back to keep their torturous strokes the optimum distance from their target zones. Helen’s torture was completed when Andrea turned the tickle boots back on and her slave’s involuntary dance resumed as she struggled to get away from the horrible tickling sensations.

“So what was the different make-up on her eyelids for?” Andrea asked.

“Ah yes! Let me see the remote for the device in her belly-button?” Betty asked.

“Ah good it’s compatible!” Amy added.

“Have you got this?” Betty asked.

“Reckon so!” Amy replied attached the transmitter to the controls for the panels.

“So the panels control the feather wheels based of differential data monitored from each pair and ensure she can’t get away, punishing her if she tries…” Betty explained as Amy finalised her adjustments.

“Okay” Andrea responded, understanding what she had already seen and marvelling at the ingenuity of what Amy and Betty had ‘come-up with on the fly’.

“Now that is achieved by the make-up on her cheeks the stuff I put on her eyelids is different in that if any of the sensors so much as see it the device in her belly button activates regardless of movement.” Betty continued.

…. “Simon don’t let Cleo tickle me!” Lilly’s voice sounded in the background….

“What happens if she blinks?” Andrea asked, trying to ignore her mistress’ voice.

“Well she will get a short jolt, but the device in her belly button vibrates harder the longer she keeps them shut…” Betty replied.

“So why is it buzzing now?” Andrea asked.

“Ah good question! She needs to look at Helen, before we switched it on we set the panels to recognise the pattern I painted on her cheeks when she was looking directly forwards, not only does this contraption punish the victim if they close their eyes but also if they turn their head to look away”.

Andrea was amazed and astounded, such ingenuity, such cruelty! Helen tried desperately to look directly forwards but the tickling was unbearable and it was not possible and she shook with laughter.

“And you came up with this Betty, I’m surprised Simon spends so much time down here with Lilly instead of with his wife!” Cleo mocked.

“Actually this device was Lilly’s idea!” Simon angrily interjected….

Cleo had tried to imply things like this before. Neither Simon, Betty nor Lilly were bothered by them, but her attempts to divide them by sowing the seeds of suspicion were resented all the same.

“I think in order to be used to its best effect we should switch it all off briefly so poor little Helen has to watch in fear as we begin Lilly’s punishment” Betty suggested.

The tickling devices were switched off and Helen had a brief respite, she knew it would be short lived and was only to make the torture worse. The construction of the tickling contraption alone had been torturous enough to exhaust her. She managed to stay perfectly still as Lilly’s tickling began, Simon handed the three women some cards and whispered something to Andrea who looked at one of the cards with wonder Helen could not read the cards but noticed that three had black writing and one red.

The tickling began slowly and Lilly giggled, Simon and Betty claimed her feet each using their fingertips on her arches which were held taut with toe-ties over the edge of the padded device on which she knelt. In their other hands each gently traced feathers between her toes, breezing across the gap underneath and tracing patterns across well-explored paths remembered from previous sessions. As Helen watched it was apparent that husband and wife were experienced ticklers and had learnt the most effective techniques and targets to torment this gorgeous Geisha. Helen also guessed that they could probably make the tickling worse but were deliberately holding back, as she watched the Asian beauty squirm she wondered why. Then she remembered her tickling the previous day and the way her tormentors changed the nature of tickling. As a tickler Helen liked to inflict the maximum torture, but watching Lilly squirm she wondered about the tricks and techniques used for softer tickling and began to fantasise about using them to extend her victim’s agony.

Meanwhile Andrea and Amy shared Lilly’s upper body. Andrea took the left whilst Amy took the right. Andrea found that the device around Lilly’s head did not protect her neck from feathers, she was not sure how it was attached but thought she could see a strap around her mistress’s forehead. Amy took a peculiar delight in directing Andrea to Lilly’s worse spots. Like Simon and Betty they started gently and built up, moving from feathers and brushes to fingertips, eventually squeezing Lilly’s ribs. As each minute passed Lilly’s attempts to keep Cleo away became more and more strained. To the watching Helen this brought delight, she approved of the cruelty of this trick and the increased desperation as Lilly’s repetitive plea became more and more desperate. Cleo watched from her chair in anticipation. As Simon and Betty produced electric toothbrushes and began to explore Lilly’s toes their captive lost control and began to scream and thrash around the small amount of movement her bonds allowed.

“Ooh! she can’t stand that! I will be tickling her before this minute is up” Cleo beamed looking over to Helen.

Helen admired the dominatrix with her sadistic grin and leather boots. She was just wondering if Cleo could be a potential ally when she realised she had looked away from Lilly… But the devices were still inactive? She didn’t understand….

Unfortunately Amy did and looked over to catch Helen turn her head back to the scene of Lilly’s torture.

“Looks like someone is ready to have the devices switched on!” The Goth girl beamed.

What?! Helen thought to herself… They weren’t switched on!

She groaned into her ball-gag she had been totally focused on keeping still for nothing! Up until now she thought she had been doing so well.

In the absence of Amy, Lilly just about managed to beg not to be tickled by Cleo, but all too soon the Goth girl returned and Lilly knew what she had to do!

“No more Toothbrushes, Mercy Simon & Lilly!” Lilly rapidly begged scarcely able to speak but just summoning up control between bursts of helpless laughter.

“Hmmm Okay!” The married couple mumbled each placing one of their cards on the device, the cards read MERCY in large black letters.

So that is what the cards are for Helen though to herself whilst desperately trying to keep still. She had managed to get her heels on the edge of the planks and was desperately trying to keep them in place, she knew if the horrid tickle jig began she would sway from side to side and the feather wheels would start spinning faster. As it was she could just about stand it, however every time she blinked the device in her belly button buzzed just enough to almost push her over the edge. She tried not to blink but it was impossible and the build-up of anticipation only made things worse. She watched for several minutes as Simon and Lilly resumed their finger tickling of Lilly’s feet. The torture slowly increased but spared the toothbrushes Lilly was just about able to watch the clock and make her plea once a minute.

Just as Helen was starting to lose her position Betty exclaimed;

“All change!”

Amy and Andrea circled round to Lilly’s feet whilst Simon and Betty happily took over Lilly’s upper body. Lilly’s torment was increased by the change in technique, both Simon and Betty had greater experience of tickling her upper body whilst her feet were so ticklish it took less skill to torment them. Amy and Andrea had learnt enough though and Lilly almost failed to make her plea within the allotted time twice in the following ten minutes. Andrea was torn, she was enjoying tormenting Lilly but didn’t want to torture her so badly that Cleo could get her hands on her.

Helen meanwhile was slowly descending into a tickle-hell of her own. She lost control of one foot but just managed to get it back into position without starting the awful jig that made the torture worse. Unfortunately in doing so she moved from side to side just enough to increase the speed of the feather wheels. When she got her foot back into place she established a swaying pattern, the wheel on her right was tickling her more so she moved to the left making that wheel more unbearable. With each helpless move away from the evil spinning feathers they got faster and faster, there was also a hellish time-delay between her movements away from the feathers and the wheels retraction of the wheel on the other side. The tips of the feathers tickled badly but as they got close the torture increased. It was too much and eventually Helen began the awful jig she had worked so hard to avoid. Her muffled screams caught the attention of Amy who looked over and said….

“Looks like Helen has finally lost it! She actually did rather well didn’t think she would last that long…” Amy’s tone had a strange note of admiration mixed with her usual joyful sadism.

Andrea glanced over to her slave, she had been so engrossed in Lilly’s soft arches and helpless toes that she had completely forgotten about her co-workers predicament.

“Oh well from one lost soul to a helpless sole!” Amy quipped picking up a hairbrush.

Lilly’s foot was quickly oiled with a sponge soaked in baby oil Amy produced as swiftly as the brush. Even Andrea was startled by the speed at which Amy began scrubbing Lilly’s helpless arch.


“NOOOOO! PLEASE NOT THE BRUSH!” Lilly Begged.

Just before Amy started her vicious assault Lilly had been at the end of her tether. Her feet were her worst spot but the upper body tickling was worse with the head-cage, especially since Simon knew how to use it to devastating effect. Betty was a keen pupil and mimicked the way Simon moved as a he tickled to keep Lilly on edge and unable to guess what way coming next from the fragmentary view the woven plastic yielded.

“MERCY! AMY!! N-NO M-MORE Br-Br-BRUSH!” Lilly continued to beg.

Amy paused with her brush torment, raised one eyebrow quizzically and made a pose of thinking….

“Erm…” Amy teased brushed held mid-stroke.

Andrea watched her companion and remembered how badly it affected her when Amy used these tricks on her, she didn’t realise that Lilly couldn’t actually see Amy but knew on some level that these little games were as much for the goth girl’s pleasure as they were for breaking her victims.

…. “Okay!” Amy said with a grin discretely passing both the brush and the little bag containing the sponge soaked in baby oil to Andrea with a wink….

“One ‘Mercy Card’ may you regret making me play it!” Amy teased.

The tickling stopped briefly and Lilly made her plea. Cleo chided that they had let-up on purpose but was shushed as Lilly’s torture resumed. Andrea slowly applied the baby oil and had just tentatively begun to stroke Lilly’s other foot when Lilly quietly made a plea for mercy.

“Tickle her properly!” Cleo demanded from her chair, disgusted by Andrea’s tentative tickles.

Andrea shrugged her shoulders and did not look at Cleo, she knew the effect that the hairbrush had and didn’t want to let Cleo tickle her mistress.

“Okay so one down time to get rid of these other mercy cards!” Amy declared, picking up both electric toothbrushes.

Amy used one toothbrush one each foot explored the toes and the space just below where the toes met the balls of Lilly’s soft feet. Andrea instinctively used her fingertips on both of Lilly’s arches, forgetting her forebodance at Cleo’s involvement and losing herself in the soft skin of her mistress’ perfect arches. Lilly tried to resist but knew she wouldn’t be able to make her timed plea, she struggled enough to get the words out for Amy to cease, but managed to on the fourth attempt. Again Amy’s discarded tools were passed to Andrea who used them to tickle the tops of Lilly’s feet, this tickled, but not badly enough that Lilly was prevented from making her timed plea to Simon. The second Lilly’s plea was made Andrea delved into Lilly’s toes with the toothbrushes driving her victim to madness. Amy used her long cruel nails to torture Lilly’s soles winking at Andrea.

Andrea understood the wink, it was not Amy’s usual wink to a partner in diabolical tickle torture but signified something else, every-time Lilly made her plea to prevent Simon from allowing Cleo to join the fun her torture got worse, then after 30 seconds the torture slowed. Cleo had started to pick up on this and scoffed.

“If you’re going to cheat like that why did you bother to invite me?!” The Dominatrix demanded from her chair.

“No-one is cheating Cleo Lilly is suffering worse than she ever has!” Simon reprimanded his former co-worker.

“What because of that thing on her head?! You seriously expect me to believe that is the device that Little Oriental Lilly fears the most?!” Cleo impetuously demanded, growing ever more impatient for her chance to tickle her nemesis who had humiliated her.

“Why don’t you try it yourself afterwards Cleo?!” Betty retorted, allowing her annoyance to creep into her voice.

Cleo’s tendency to deliver merciless tickle torture and not take a turn herself was notorious. Since day-one of the tickle troupe’s departure from the circus she had been a problem! Why Simon insisted on getting her back on-side for the castle event baffled Betty.

Betty’s rebuke quietened the Dominatrix, she hated to be tickled and especially hated to be broken. Cleo tried to hide her fear at imagining wearing the head-cage but wasn’t sure if she did, she was angered at being denied her prize for so long and seethed from her chair, hungrily staring at the tickle torture of her nemesis like a caged tiger watching three lionesses feed.

Helen meanwhile was hanging exhausted in her bondage unable to move the limited amount through sheer exhaustion. Simon had temporarily left his position to attend to her, after switching the devices off he fixed two poles into sockets in the ground. These stood taller than Helen and were position to either side. A shorter rod secured them together at the top. As Simon clicked it into place he smiled and turned to hear Lilly make her plea. She was still suffering at the hands of her tormentors. Amy had joined Betty at her upper body and each used soft flickering brushes to tease her underarms. Betty preferred to use a feather in the gap beneath the head-cage whilst Amy tickled her tummy, ribs and side with her left hand, repaying the ambidextrous acrobat for numerous similar torments. Amy wasn’t ambidextrous but was an experienced tickler and did not hold back. Andrea meanwhile used two flossers to tease Lilly’s toes, these drove Lilly insane but in the absence of a fourth tickler she choose to withhold a mercy card to make it stop.

Turning back to Helen, Simon began to secure her tightly with leather and Brass straps he had adapted to suit this contraption using the collection of restraints he had built up with his wife and fellow ticklers. Helen could no longer slouch as her legs were secured above and below the knee to the metal poles and the wall behind her. These restraints had to be adjusted after Simon secured the large belt-like strap around her waist that was supposed to be applied first. Finally her arms were given the same treatment as her legs making her almost totally immobile. Simon had cruelly allowed her just enough mobility to shift her balance causing the pressure pads to vary the torment of her feet, the maddening effect of this was not realised by Helen until Simon switched the boots back on. She couldn’t move her feet off their formerly favoured position with the heels on the plank and her toes on the floor in front, but her limited involuntary movements varied the sensations. This was particularly bad when Simon ran his fingers up and down the backs of her exposed knees. Helen regretted the fact she was wearing one of Lilly’s slave outfits, not only was she completely exposed in all of her most sensitive places the loose tassels translated her pointless struggles into additional tickly sensations.

“So if you aren’t going to break Lilly properly can I entertain myself with this one?” Cleo asked Simon.

“You will have to ask Andrea, Helen is her Slave” Simon replied

Cleo raised one eyebrow at Simon and then looked haughtily at the Sandy blonde who had been listening.

“Yeah sure…” Andrea mumbled from across the room.

“Just nothing to extreme or anywhere covered up.” Simon added gesturing the skimpy coverings that barely covered Helen’s breast and crotch.

“Oh you spoil all my fun!” Cleo teased, she liked to flirt with Simon and watch him twitch.

As Cleo spoke she fluttered her nails just below Helen’s crotch, she did not make contact but her victim still flinched and tried to pull away. This did not add much to the torture of Helen’s but it had the desired effect on Simon who always stuttered and ticked more around Cleo. She had learnt how to exploit his Tourette’s rather than avoid making him uncomfortable the way the other girls did. He rarely swore when ticking but his condition was noticeable given the slightest stress.

“Ju-Ju-Just let me fi-i-finish this” Simon replied annoyed with Cleo for the little underhanded flickering of her nails away from Helen’s crotch.

Simon focused on attaching the extra tickling devices to Helen, some mechanical arms bearing feathers were position behind her legs to exploit the spot at the backs of her outstretched knees. The feather wheels were repositioned to allow another pair of arms to add to the torment of her underarms. His work completed Simon adjusted the controls to bring the upper body ticklers online. Helen stared helplessly at Lilly who made her plea through peals of laughter, the loss of Simon had not reduced her suffering but his return would push her over the edge.

Cleo began to lightly tease Helen’s neck with her feather. The result was more deadly than any of the sadistic torture she would preferred to inflict in the mousy blonde. Helen could not keep her head still and looked away and flinched. The underarm ticklers activated to deadly effect followed by the feathers behind her knees. Of these the knees were the worst and Helen struggled and tried to kick, her efforts only made the tickle boots agonisingly torturous and within a few seconds Helen was struggling frantically unable to keep still. The thought of keeping still to limit her torture was banished from her mind by the horrible tickling sensation added to by Cleo’s vigorous tickle torture of her Belly, Helen shut her eyes and was rewarded by the activation of the device in her belly button. Cleo pushed it deeper into Helen’s navel with one hand whilst squeezing her ribs with the other. For Helen this was the last straw and she screamed into her ball-gag and tightly closed her eyes wishing the torture would stop, in her agonised state she had forgotten how the device was activated and kept her eyes tightly closed making it worse and worse. She began to rock her head from side to side, the only movement allowed to her which caused the tickling devices to get worse, Helen didn’t know it but the devices were now programed to not only activate when the UV paint moved but also move in certain ways in response to how she moved. The result was an agonising tickle torture that Helen could not predict or grow used to unlike the feather wheels which now slowed and sped up moving very slightly up and down on the mechanical arms that held them in place. The added mechanical arms pushed Helen into insanity, she was lost in tickle hell and babbled incoherently into her ball-gag.

“I think we might have overdone it!” Betty said glancing over from Lilly’s torture.

“Yeah, I think we have!” Amy agreed.

“S-Simon don’t le-et Cleo tickle me-eeee!” Lilly begged as her torture continued

“Simon’s not here sweetie” Amy chimed using her soft brush to deadly effect whilst inserting her index finger into Lilly’s belly button causing her plea to end in a high pitched squeal.

“Ammmmy NOOOO!” Lilly begged.

Simon had returned and joined Andrea at Lilly’s feet, he used his fingers to tickle Lilly’s arches.

“These looked lonely!” he said as he joined the party.

Lilly barely registered his presence as Amy continued to explore her Belly button.

“AMY MERCY! PLEASE NOT MY BELLY BUTTON” Lilly begged through ragged gasps.

“Okay” Amy said with a smile, placing her final mercy card down on the table.

Lilly’s torture continued, Simon’s fingertips drove Lilly insane whilst Andrea continued to explore her toes with the flossers. Lilly gabbled incoherently and barely managed to make her plea, had Cleo not been distracted she would have failed. Betty gave everyone a discrete hand signal and they slowed the torture briefly just seconds before Lilly’s minute was up. Luckily Cleo was distracted by a new game, she had watched how Simon had switched the controls on and off. And would give Helen the briefest of respites in which to composed herself and then tickle her neck with a feather until she was trapped in the horrible tickle hell the contraption forced her to endure. Cleo grinned malevolently as she tried to see how many times a minute she could break this little mousy-haired slave.

Lilly knew Cleo would not be distracted for long and begged Andrea to stop using the flossers. Andrea placed them down along with her third mercy card. Both Andrea and Simon focused on a foot each and managed to torment Lilly but allowed her enough self-control to make her plea. After Lilly spoke the words Simon used the flossers on Lilly’s toes but only had twenty seconds of fun before Lilly made him play a mercy card in time for her next plea. Cleo began to tire of her game and drove Helen deeply into tickle hell wondered how much the little mousy blonde could take before passing out. Her movements were different somehow as was her begging into the ball-gag.

Cleo looked over to Lilly’s torture, growing bored of her consolation prize and wanting what she came for. After making her next plea Lilly began to beg differently, Cleo couldn’t quite hear what she was saying but was sure it was against the rules. Simon produced a strange jug whilst Amy and Betty slowed their tickling, Andrea meanwhile stopped tickling altogether.

“What’s going on?” Cleo demanded.

“Did you know in Georgian and Elizabethan times women used to use these under their long dresses in order to pee?” Simon said in his circus master’s tone.

“What your letting her keep her dignity?!” Cleo demanded, outraged at this show of mercy.

“Yes in exchange for all remaining Mercy Cards” Simon answered as Betty undid the lower part of Lilly’s torture gown.

“That’s not fair she tortured this one until she wet herself!” Cleo declared, gesturing to Helen.

“Hmmmff mmnnn Tmmff” Helen managed through her ball-gag.

“You see! Let’s see what she has to say about it!” Cleo declared removing Helen’s ball-gag.

“Le-et me use it too” Helen begged gasping from her ordeal.

Suddenly the change in her movements made sense to Cleo and also to Amy who had noted the recent difference to Helen’s struggle.

After emptying the special jug Helen was also allowed to vacate her bladder with some small dignity. Lilly’s torture resumed, the brief respite had given her little strength but her hopeless struggles were more spirited and more pleasing to her tormentors. Cleo had lost interest in Helen and began circling Lilly like a wolf. After three successful pleas Ingrid carefully made her way down the stairs.

“Those are difficult with these on!” the amazon said gesturing to her tickly footwear.

“Shift change already?” Betty asked.

“I should say so! I need to take the Van to the castle after my turn” Ingrid replied.

“Okay well I will step out then it is Amy’s turn” Betty replied.

“You can probably stay a bit longer” Simon added.

“No-ooo…. not Five of you!” Lilly begged as Ingrid joined the tickle party.

The amazon tickled her sides and ribs allowing Betty to use two feathers on her neck. Amy had returned to join Andrea at Lilly’s feet whilst Simon had joined his wife and tickled slightly lower in Lilly’s underarms.

With five ticklers Lilly’s plea was barely comprehendible but Ingrid picked up on Betty’s glance when all ticklers slowed slightly. Unfortunately so did Cleo.

“Hey that’s cheating!” She declared angrily impatient to dig into her long awaited prize.

“What is?” Betty asked her face a picture of innocence.

“You went easy on her for a few seconds!” Cleo continued.

“No we just repositioned ourselves! You see Simon is now tickling her ribs whilst me and Ingrid are tickling her underarms” Betty responded.

“What about these two they slowed down on her feet!” Cleo declared gesturing to Andrea and Amy.

“It’s called dynamics!” Amy interjected…

“You wouldn’t know about it because you always go for maximum torture and keep your victim there, it is more effective if you vary your technique between fast and slow” The Goth continued

Cleo scoffed as Lilly’s torture resume full pace, the torture party knew that they couldn’t use that trick anymore. As Betty left to supervise the necklace production and tickle games upstairs Lilly’s torture left her almost delirious the tickling was unbearable. The anxiety from the head cage and clock were a form of psychological torture as devious as her original plans for the device Helen remained trapped in. Lilly had to keep the tears from blurring her vision as Betty made her way upstairs.

“No more than three playing tickle games at a time” Ingrid called to her friend as she left.

“Don’t worry I will work them hard!” Betty replied an evil grin on her face.

Lilly’s torture continued, the next three successful pleas were a miracle, she grew delirious from the torture as she was denied the little breaks were the tickling was reduced once per-minute. Sensing Cleo’s threats and Lilly’s imminent collapse Amy played a card on the table…

“Disobedience!” The Goth declared placing her red card down… “I want my brush back!”

“That’s more like it!” Cleo applauded.

Amy winked at Andrea, the Sandy Blonde wasn’t sure what was going on but took the hint to follow suit.

“Me too! I want the toothbrushes!” She said looking up at her co-ticklers unsure what was happening.

“What are these things now?” Ingrid asked not having received a set of cards.

The cards were explained to her and she was given two mercy cards and one disobedience; Lilly somehow managed to make two pleas for Ingrid to leave her ribs and belly button alone and make her plea to Simon all within the space of a minute. Ingrid played her card to resume her favourite tickling technique on Lilly’s ribs, the beautiful Asian struggled and squirmed almost at the end of her tether, Lilly knew the cost of failure and forced herself to watch the clock. She made her next plea through sheer force of will and rewarded herself for denying Cleo another minute of the three hours maximum torture session that hung in the balance. Lilly did not know how long she had left to endure this torture having long since lost track of time and the original positions of the hour and minute hand. She did not know how many times she had watched the second hand tick slowly around the clock and in her delirious state could not focus on the other two let alone remember their starting positions.

“I suppose I will take another go at her belly button” Simon added playing his disobedience card.

“What are you all up to?” Cleo asked suspiciously.

Lilly made her plea, something she would not have been able to do without the respite afforded by Simon’s theatrical play of his disobedience card. Cleo missed this but argued anyway….

“That was Betty not you!” The dominatrix’s demeanour was like that of petulant child, she had longed for this revenge and had it held with her grasp for too long.

“I lost a mercy card to it too” Simon lied…. “You were distracted tickling Helen” He continued gesturing at the mousy blonde who was keeping very still and quiet despite the machine being switched off.

“And another thing why is she getting a break!” Cleo declared.

“Probably because you didn’t switch the torture device back on after we let her pee!” Amy replied annoyed by Cleo’s attitude.

The Goth girl had rarely clashed with Cleo before now but knew her reputation. Amy loved to deliver merciless tickle torture and had mixed feelings about being on the receiving end. Like the ex-circus performers she detested the way Cleo was always the first to take tickling torture to the most extreme lengths but was completely unwilling to be tickled herself. Cleo resumed the tickling game she had played earlier breaking Helen four times a minute until she got bored after the fifth round and pushed the mousy blonde into tickle hell only to leave her there. Lilly was glad of the respite this afforded her. Despite her friends bringing out the worst toys and techniques in order to give her a little longer whilst they played their cards the torture resumed the original pattern of slowing after 45 seconds had passed, upon several occasions this saved Lilly as she lost track of the second hand and had to rely on the subtle change in technique that allowed her to make her plea at the correct time.

Lilly had withheld another five minutes from the covetous Cleo. As the dominatrix returned her attention to her prize however Lilly knew she would struggle to cope with the relentless tickling that had left her with tears in her eyes barely able to focus on the clock. The ticking wasn’t as bad as it could be, she had received far worse from those torturing her but it was still unbearable. All of a sudden it got worse, the hairbrushes on her arches got faster, the toothbrushes focused on her worst spots, Simon returned to her belly button and Lilly screamed. Why were they doing this to her it must be almost time to….

“Si-imon Pl-lease DoOOONT LET CLLLEEEOOO TICKLE MEEEEE!” Lilly screamed as the next wave tickle torture struck her like hammer.

She had realised the new trick, it was Amy’s idea as the brushes got worse first. Cleo however was clueless as she had missed the subtly looks Amy gave out as she increased the intensity of her scrubbing. The torture would get worse now to let her know when to make her plea. Lilly barely managed to make her next three pleas she now had a clue when to make them but struggled to scream let alone speak as she was pushed to a level of tickle hell she had never been forced to endure before.

Eventually Cleo picked up on the trick and demanded they tickle her properly. After a minute of arguing in which Amy eased Lilly’s suffering by pointing a hairbrush at Cleo whilst extolling the relative benefit of tickle-dynamics Cleo had heard enough…..

“Simon unless you tickle her properly and let me win her for the time remaining fairly!! Then you can forget about my support in your little event!”….

“As if we need you? I quit my j-” Amy began.

“Actually if I ca-an-n-n” Simon interjected struggling to control his voice due to the stress.

“We don’t just need Cleo as a dominatrix, she is helping bankroll the event” He continued.

“Ah!” Amy replied, eyeing the white, black & red feather on Cleo’s necklace.

Cleo smiled smugly at the expression on Amy’s face. Cleo enjoyed humiliating people, it was why she was a dominatrix. She came from money and only went around with the circus group for thrills and because it upset daddy. She had inherited a lot from various relatives since leaving and only followed Simon and his rag-tag tickle troupe to those poxy beach shows to get her hands on that little blonde princess….

Lilly made her plea in the silence that followed the revelation of Cleo’s financial involvement.

“Sorry I didn’t want to tell you like this, we ran the numbers and without an investor despite the interest in the event we wouldn’t be able to make it happen”.

“It’s okay sweetie” Betty said having slunk in for the next shift change.

There was a bad mood in the air as Lilly’s torture continued, she was nearly delirious and only managed to make the next plea whilst Ingrid and Betty swapped places. As her torture returned to full swing she babbled and made her plea and begged incoherently for mercy then made her plea again.

“Aha!” Cleo declared

“What?” Andrea asked.

“She just made her plea twice within forty seconds!” Cleo declared triumphantly

“So?” Ingrid asked, unaware of the exact rules.

“That means I get to tickle her” Cleo revelled, ecstatic in her victory.

“Okay well I need to get the Van to the castle anyway, has been fun!” Ingrid boomed.

“Have Cassie help you unload, her and Esther need to be shown around anyway”. Simon said in farewell.

“I have won her fair and square!” Cleo declared, annoyed at the lack of acknowledgment of her victory.

“Yes, so you have!” Betty sighed.

Lilly’s torture ceased and before she could be untied she passed out unconscious having endured almost two hours of horrible tickling.

“So what are your terms?” Simon asked stoically.

“How long have I got her for?” Cleo asked, her dominant demeanour temporarily giving way to that of an excited child at Christmas.

“I make it an hour and twelves minutes” Simon sighed, he had held out little hope that Lilly could resist for a full three hours.

“Is that all!” Cleo demanded.

Amy stifled, she had nothing but respect for the punishment Lilly had endured. Her irritation at Cleo’s self-centred egotism was growing to match that held by those who had described her reputation.

“It’s long enough, after a short break w-” Simon began

“Break! She doesn’t get a break!” Cleo declared.

“Look she needs a break! After the torture she just endured she deserves a fucking medal!” Amy shouted.

Cleo was temporarily taken aback. This Goth girl had cheated most of all and after Lilly, Emily and the Sandy Blonde Lilly was so fond of… Adora or whatever her name was! Cleo wanted this newcomer to suffer.

The two women did not argue but they just stared at one another the hatred in the eyes of each glimmering like white hot coals.

…. “So after a short break, how would you like Lilly to be restrained?” Simon asked whilst checking Lilly’s pulse, she was alive! Thank God! For a moment he was worried they had pushed her too far.

“Covered in itching powder and in that torture box she put me in!” Cleo quickly snapped.

“Ooh I’m not sure about the itching powder!” Betty added.

“Why not she covered me in the stuff?” Cleo snapped remember the hell of being wrapped tightly in plastic whilst covered in itching powder.

“Yes but in the torture box? Once you got it in there you can’t get it out!” Betty continued.

“Yeah the sand was bad enough!” Simon added.

“So?” Cleo petulantly asked.

“Well we have some people specifically interested in being put inside this weekend….” Simon started, concerned that Cleo’s scheme would affect his plans for the event.


“I don’t care!” Cleo snapped.

“I’m sorry but we did specify tickle torture!” Simon snapped, his voice unwavering.

Cleo was taken aback, Simon always varied between his circus master voice, his twitching and ticking and very rarely his relaxed normal voice but this was something new. The genuine annoyance in his voice without a hint of a tick or twitch made Cleo give ground, something equally as rare.

“Okay so just the torture box but I get to tickle her feet. And then after an hour I want her stretched out on a rack for the remaining twelve minutes” Cleo said diplomatically, abandoning her normal imperative tone.

“That’s better!” Simon replied.

There was a murmur of agreement and another murmur from Lilly who started to stir.

“How long did I last?” Lilly asked coming round.

“Almost two hours!” Betty replied, leaning in to kiss the top of Lilly’s head which hung in exhaustion.

Andrea squirmed, Cleo had turned her attention on her during the display of affection for the awakening Lilly.

“Oh and I want this one to lick honey from her feet before I scrub them!” Cleo demanded.

“No!!!” Andrea protested, hating the idea almost as much as having her own feet licked, perhaps more

“It is what I want!” Cleo demanded, forgetting how well her recent diplomatic tone was received and returning to her usual self.

“Erm… Andrea wasn’t involved in the agreement so….” Simon started.

“She tickled her! She was involved!!!” Cleo spat.

Betty sighed and looked at Amy, this could go on all afternoon….

“I tell you what Cleo; Me and Andrea will lick Lilly’s feet if you agree to be tickled for ten minutes” Amy piped up, thoroughly annoyed.

“No! I won Lilly for 72 minutes I will get her for 72 minutes my way!” Cleo retorted.

“Look Cleo we can’t make Andrea lick Lilly’s soles if she doesn’t want to” Simon interjected.

“I will do it for twenty minutes of tickling Cleo but not ten!” Andrea piped up.

The room was stunned, even Helen looked at the suddenly confident Andrea. The mousy blonde was instantly rewarded by the re-activation of the tickle device she had held at bay for so long without the room noticing. It had been a feat of endurance to force herself to stay still and now she was lost again.

Meanwhile Cleo spoke.

“Okay twenty minutes but only you and Amy get to tickle me and no itching powder or anything else like that!” Cleo proposed.

“Deal!” Everyone else except the struggling Helen said in unison.

“That’s that then! Shall we get stuff sorted for the weekend then?” Simon declared.

“What about my prize?” Cleo demanded.

“Well the torture box is at the castle in the guard house so…” Simon replied.

“Well then bring it here!” Cleo scowled, frustrated at being forced to wait longer.

“Well actually it would be easier if we went to it…” Simon interjected.

“Fine!” Cleo sighed.

Lilly was freed and tentatively walked around, giggling from phantom tickling sensation in her feet. Helen had finally passed out and was also freed, as she helped loosen her slave’s straps Andrea had to ask…

“So how do you come up with these devices?” The Sandy Blonde quietly asked Simon as she helped.

“Well this one is Lilly’s invention, but I helped modify it. It is actually a combination of two. The wall straps are something I have been tinkered with for years whilst the panels and the UV paint are part of a project a persuaded Lilly to abandon”. Simon happily spoke as he began to loosen the strap in the precise pattern to get the unconscious Helen out safely.

“Oh really?” Andrea asked intrigued.

“Yes when we first started working together Lilly was obsessed with devices that used a vibrator to stimulate women as they watched videos of tickling and had the potential to be tickled themselves”

“Oh!” Andrea said shocked.

“Yes I convinced her it was immoral and she should stick to tickling women consensually rather than using Pavlovian mind games to make them her slaves”. Simon seemed strangely nostalgic as he spoke.

“Oh!” Andrea said again this time confused, this didn’t sound like Lilly.

“Was she really serious about it?” She asked Looking at her mistress who smiled weakly from across the room.

“Well it worked on you!” Simon teased.

Andrea didn’t get the joke and Simon returned to being awkward. Andrea was disturbed… Had Lilly tricked her into this, she loved tickling and being tickled but this new revelation made her see Lilly in a different light.

Upon returning upstairs the emerging tickle party found Natalie & Emily sat on the sofa making feather necklaces giggling as Nicole tickled their outstretch feet. Nicole gleefully explained the rules of their little game as she used a feather in each hand. Each ticklee had to keep their feet still and make a necklace, whoever finished first got to be the tickler next. Nicole was explaining the penalties for workers moving their feet away when Emily declared she was finished. Nicole had eased up on the Princess’s soles by mistake...

“It was better when Ingrid, Esther and Cassie were here!” Natalie added, fondly remembering when there were two ticklers and more tickling.

“Not for me I am the tickler almost half the time!” Nicole beamed as she took her place in Emily’s seat.

The game continued with the return of Betty who had introduced it during Ingrid’s turn downstairs. She enjoyed Nicole’s enthusiasm so smiled as the petite blonde explained the rules. The shift changes hadn’t really worked as Andrea and Amy never moved but that wasn’t really important. The girls had made a lot of progress in preparing for the weekend event and achieved some good bonding. Helen was secured to the bed in the spare room, her tickle boots were temporarily removed and the belly button device removed, she slept soundly having been tickled to exhaustion once again. Since Ingrid had left and those involved in Cleo’s victory tickle of Lilly had to go to the castle a second trip was arranged with Amy driving her own car with Cleo in the front seat. Andrea was shy around Lilly in the back.

“Don’t worry I know you had to tickle me” Lilly said, mistaking Andrea’s fear for guilt.

“It’s not that” Andrea replied.

Lilly didn’t press Andrea for an answer. Previouly the close contact with her mistress would have brought Andrea joy, however her conversation with Simon made her twitch when Lilly stroked her knee. Lilly knew something was wrong but was too tired to press for an answer. As Lilly dozed off in the middle seat Simon shot Andrea a glance from behind her. He was worried that he had said too much and given Andrea the wrong impression. Before setting up the beach event Lilly had been wild and imaginative and Simon had tempered her and taught her control, her punishment today was a necessary part of that control but one Simon had regretted. The stress added to that stemming from the upcoming event. Upon approaching the castle he sighed wearily and hoped that Lilly’s punishment would not upset the balance of things. More worrying were Cleo’s threats to remove her financial support, he would not put it past her to try and trick him or just milk the event for everything it was worth. She was taking a share of the profits and got to hand pick the special requests from those preferring to be tickled, some of the requests had been very unusual. Simon squeezed the plastic jar of honey in his hand so tight the lid almost opened. He caught himself in time and loosened his grip not wanting to get honey all over Amy’s car.

The tickling punishments would take up time and he had to explain what was going on to Ingrid who met him on the narrow track to the castle causing Amy to back up to a passing place. There was no-one around but Ingrid couldn’t help but chuckle about the shouted conversation between rolled down windows.

…“CLEO WANTS LILLY IN THE TORTURE BOX AND IT’S IN THE CASTLE!”…

“Any ramblers or bird watcher concealed in the surrounding English countryside would be terribly confused upon overhearing that conversation” Ingrid said to her passengers who smiled.

“How does the torture box work?” Cassie asked having seen it when helping to unload the many stocks.

Ingrid continued to explain the devious workings of one of Simon and Lilly’s torture devices to both Cassie and Esther who had both been shown around the castle grounds. Each of them had seen devices half assembled that intrigued them. Only five normal days and then the event! Each thought with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. They each regretted not seeing the torture box in action but anticipated the fun and games back at the house. Esther was so glad she had come back to the group, whilst Cassie was delighted at the discovery of these strange people and the games they played.


- - - - To be continued

... Sorry that took so long. The next chapter should be done quicker as it will be shorter, it might be more sexual, not sure which way I'm going to go with a few things.

....Also just to give credit where it is due the head cage was inspired by the below drawing by CB

http://www.ticklingforum.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=69351&d=1170022425