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As Amy pulled in close to the castle gatehouse in her second hand Volkswagen Nova three of her passenger’s slowly unbuckled and prepared for what had to be done. Cleo was the exception and could not wait to enjoy her prize. She had won an hour of tickling Lilly (her nemesis) in the very torture box she had designed and used to humiliate her. Lilly would spend an hour suffering the torments of slowly turning feathers tickling her most intimate and sensitive parts and other on mechanical arms attached to springs and pulleys responding to the Asian beauty’s every move. Not to mention the torture that Cleo had planned for her rival’s lovely feet would poke out through the front of the box like a pair of stocks.
Cleo was also planning to rack her victim, a torture she herself could stand no more than the itching powder or customised organ grinder she had been subject to in revenge for her transgressions in the past. Cleo was a dominatrix and was fascinated by Emily, a serene beauty who only enjoyed gentle tickles. Cleo had conspired to find ways to trap her for more intense torture and had cruelly tricked her into a pair of stocks by coats the insides of her socks with itching powder, in her naivety and desperation Emily had believed Cleo’s promise to ‘make it go away’. Cleo planned to use itching powder on Lilly’s body when she was on the rack. Simon had not let her get it in the precious torture box he had helped design and build with the devious Geisha, but Cleo had some in a little vial and planned a full revenge for her own itchy experiences when wrapped tightly in industrial strength cling-film.
Andrea walked next to Amy leaving Simon to support Lilly who was exhausted from hours of tickle torture suffered in the cellar she had used to craft the selection of devious tickling devices currently being arranged and assembled in the castle grounds.
“So, how did you meet Esther?” Andrea shyly asked.
Amy grinned and poked the Sandy Blonde in the ribs….
“I thought you had taken a fancy to her!” The Goth teased.
“C’mon! C’mon!” Cleo pestered, already at the castle gates.
“She used to come to play at the Games nights until she got all shy…” Amy continued, ignoring Cleo.
“What happened?” Andrea asked.
“Oh she has a deep dark fantasy she asked us to fulfil…” Amy replied.
Andrea just nodded, aware she had left Lilly behind and not sure if her mistress was out of earshot.
“She got all shy and panicky and kept cancelling last minute, we respected that of course! But she got the impression she had upset us” Amy continued.
“What was her fantasy?” Andrea asked intrigued.
“Oh you will find out…” Amy teased.
Lilly and Simon caught up and the punishment procession entered the castle via the gatehouse, a small square building protecting a walled ring ditch on top of a small artificial hill. Simon had inherited the castle and never thought to organise his own tickling events until Andrea: a new member to his little group, had suggested it at a private party. The event had put an enormous strain on him, both financially and physically. If his wife Betty hadn’t trained in Law and worked in administration he would not have been able to get this far. Her experience was invaluable as was the money she brought in allowing him to focus on the project they both treasured. Still Simon felt the strain he had just about got the organisation of money and logistics under control. Then there was the car-parking, insurance, catering and replying to e-mails asking for complicated and sometimes impossible fantasies to be fulfilled. The first three problems had been solved by offering a discount to those wishing to attend with the means to help. The e-mails took a toll on him, his wife and Amy: A Goth girl who had quit her job to invest in this project. The standard reply had become ‘That is an interesting idea, perhaps we could facilitate it at our next event following the necessary planning’. Some complex fantasies had been fulfilled, at an extra cost of course! Others less related to tickling could not be catered to, even in the Red Zone where Lilly’s favoured form of sexual tickling with the addition of vibrators and all manner of sex-toys was restricted out of sight of those with a purer fetish.
Simon took charge of putting Lilly in the torture box after Cleo had slowly humiliated her prize by stripping her naked in the warm summer air. Lilly stoically allowed herself to be arranged such that the many straps and feathers were best positioned to tickle her underarms and the backs of her knees. She cursed her former reluctance to fix the main wheel; which would turn brushing two rows of feathers against the soft skin of her helpless crotch. The wheel was not broken but had developed a secondary accidental level of cruelty. It was not static but rolled back and forth just slightly, its axel secured to a curved runner designed to move it closer then away from the detainee’s undercarriage. The result was that sometimes the feathers would lightly brush their tips over the soft skin to either side of the victim’s pussy which could only move enough to add to the torment. In addition to this it was also designed to speed up and slow down to make the torture even more unpredictable. It had been noticed though that without adjustment the wheel slowed to and settled to a position such that the tickles were enough to tease and titillate a woman’s desires but never enough to allow her to climax. Lilly wasn’t sure which she feared most the orgasm deprivation or the tickling.
As Amy tied back Lilly’s toes Simon closed the stocks in the top of the box around her arms and neck. He left the inspection hatch open wanting to check on the machine, using this as last check-up for the event. Cleo meanwhile approached with a peculiar set of small stocks and placed them in front of Lilly’s feet….
“On your knees!” She demanded, looking at Andrea and Amy.
“We agreed to do this!” Amy defiantly protested.
“Yes now take of those boots and stockings and kneel in the stocks!” Cleo replied.
“Why? That wasn’t in the agreement!” The Goth responded.
“I don’t want you cheating again! So this time if you go easy on your friend I tickle your feet!” Cleo sneered.
Andrea looked at the stocks. They were new, a lot of new equipment visible in the castle was. Even in the gatehouse two new pairs of stocks flanked the door to the courtyard, a large sign above each read ‘Punishment Stocks’. Inside the castle rows of stocks had been roughly arranged by Ingrid and Cassie whilst other devices were under construction. Andrea longed to have a look around and satisfy her curiosity, both her concerns about Lilly’s past and the prospect of being forced to lick her soles drove her into a fugit state. She followed suit and slipped off her blue and white canvas stripy canvas shoes and began to remove her many socks. The argument continued as Amy refused to remove her stockings, meanwhile Cleo missed the removal of Andrea’s many socks she wore to keep her feet at the peak of her sensitivity. Lilly however noticed the absence of the third pair and distracted herself with ways to punish her slave, her mind wandered to why Andrea seemed distant in the car: probably just didn’t want to see her get tickled.
The pair of white stocks were clearly designed for this task in particular; the toe ties being underneath the ankle-holes. Two sturdier metal rings were placed between each pair on the upper board: possibly for securing the arms behind the victim’s back. The stocks occupied one end of a flat rectangle of wood, by each ankle-hole were specially shaped cushions clearly designed to fit the curve of the top of the foot, these led to a kneeling pad at the opposite end of the base. Andrea guessed the victim’s bodyweight kept them from moving the stocks. Simon finally ended the argument between Cleo and Amy having gagged and blindfolded Lilly. As he soothed his troupe’s clashing egos he began to apply the honey to Lilly’s soles whilst Cleo position the soon to be vibrating feathers between each of her toes. She teased her rival as she did so, knowing how sensitive the delicate area between each toe was and relishing watching them squirm and dance.
Andrea and Amy knelt in the stocks. Rather than using the metal rings on the stocks, Cleo handcuffed the two women to the torture box using manacles to attach their arms to brass rings on the front and sides of the horrible torture instrument. Simon started the timer and began pouring water into the funnel system that caused the main wheel to turn. Lilly tried desperately not to reveal her discomfort as her own beast of creation began torturing her the second time. Andrea was reluctant to lick her mistress’s feet, hating the idea more than her horrid experience at Ingrid’s that morning. For some reason she was not revolted by cats licking her feet to raise her sensitivity but people… Yuck.
Andrea’s own soles became the victim of merciless tickle torture at the hands of Cleo who had noted her reluctance to lick the honey from Lilly’s foot. Amy meanwhile drew her tongue up and down Lilly’s arch lapping at the honey, aside from Amy’s tongue stud Lilly enjoyed the sensations and was only really bothered by the buzzing between her toes. Andrea could no longer try to lick her mistress’s sole and thrashed and giggled. Her feet were horribly sensitive and unlike Amy, Cleo had applied the toe ties to her bare feet. Amy giggled under the occasional probing tickle but continued to lick. Simon eventually persuaded Cleo to give Andrea a break, easing Amy’s toes into the little loops after pushing her stocking back into the gaps between them. Amy giggled more as Simon began tickling one foot with both hands whilst Cleo tickled the other.
Andrea composed herself, swallowed and slowly leaned forwards with a look of disgust on her face. The honey made her humiliation bearable, she could faintly taste Lilly’s feet, which Ingrid had suggested she wash in the sink having walked barefoot on the floor after her two hour ordeal in the tickle-cellar. Ingrid knew of Andrea’s newly discovered aversion to lickle torture and imagining that Lilly’s dusky, dirty feet would repel her even more….
“See this one can do it whilst being tickled!” Cleo teased, resuming her assault on Andrea’s soles.
Andrea lost control and dissolved into a fit of giggles beating her fist on the torture box as much as her bonds would allow. Cleo eventually slowed her torture such that the Sandy Blonde could lick Lilly’s soles with barely contained giggles. Cleo grew tired of Andrea’s soles and after spending a few more minutes tickling Amy she grew bored. The Goth refused to show any sign of how badly her new enemy drove her insane putting all her energy into a worshipful licking of Lilly’s now honey free foot. Her tormentor grew frustrated, wanting to see and hear the effects of her torture, she returned to Andrea’s feet and scribbled her nails until the Sandy Blonde was incapable of laughing yet alone licking, but it was Lilly Cleo wanted to torture. Soon the dominatrix circled the box like a wolf. The problem with this device was it didn’t allow her to tickle her foe anywhere else. Cleo peered through the inspection hatch and was revolted by the sight of the feathers slowly grazing against Lilly’s crotch…
“She’s enjoying this!” Cleo declared outraged.
“Yes a lot of women do, we have three coming the weekend keen to try it!” Simon beamed.
“Why?” Cleo demanded, confused.
“Didn’t you enjoy it?” Andrea asked, tilting her head as much as her bonds allowed, after her second outburst Simon had remembered the collars that attached to the box alongside the manacles.
Cleo was infuriated and returned to tickle Andrea’s soles driving her insane again. As much as she hated Cleo’s return Andrea had to admit that her adversary knew how to tickle….
“This will teach you to talk back to me!” Cleo insisted as she scribbled her nails over Andrea’s soft arches.
This Sandy Blonde had become both bolder and more ticklish, Cleo mused as she positioned a toothbrush between Andrea’s toes with one hand maintaining her administrations to both arches with the other. Enjoying Andrea’s shrieks Simon showed Cleo how these stocks could clip such devices in place from the side. Cleo smiled at him;
“Now why can’t it always be like this?” She asked sweetly as she drove Andrea back into silent laughter.
Simon smiled back, there was a time before he married Betty when Cleo had been different, less self-assured and arrogant. They had some chemistry at the circus, but Simon’s instant deep connection with the contortionist had turned Cleo bitter. That was the one thing she never had, she had money, power but not love. And it hurt Cleo to see the twitching nervous magician so happy. She had never loved Simon but in a lonely moment she had quietly planned on making him her back-up husband if no-one else better came along. Simon adjusted the dials again, maintaining Lilly’s torment in a bearable but still torturous manner. Lilly had begun making a show of her distress after the third time he had done this. Other than her Simon was the only person who understood the many switches and gears that translated both the victim’s movement and that of the erratic feather wheel into a cruel dance of feathers over exposed skin. True a novice could figure out how to set it in motion but controlling the torture box was an art.
After her ordeal in the head-cage Lilly no longer found the tickling torturous. Her toes had it worst but the sensations did not vary, her toes were tied back tightly and not exploited by the cruel mechanism that switched some brushes on and others off every time she curled her toes against the sensations. Cleo had not remembered that aspect of her time in the box and her penchant for total torture did not lead her to expect that Lilly’s suffering was being reduced. All of the built-up sexual frustration from the morning’s torture was being given an outlet. Without the anxiety of watching the clock Lilly became intensely aroused, she actually rather enjoyed having her feet licked, it wasn’t a major turn on but right now it felt good. Also she was sure Simon kept moving the feather wheel back to its maximum stimulation point. Cleo grew increasingly frustrated sensing that Lilly was not suffering as much as she should. Enraged she undid her victim’s ball-gag just as the first orgasm came into full effect….
Cleo was enraged. And demanded to know why Lilly was allowed to climax….
“You picked the torture device Cleo, perhaps you shouldn’t have picked one Lilly designed for her own… Pleasure!” Amy teased, loving her new rival’s anger.
“But, I couldn’t climax for hours when you locked me in this thing!” Cleo protested.
“Perhaps Lilly is just slightly more sexual than you?” Andrea teased, following suit.
Andrea’s impudence earnt her another tickling session, this time assisted by Simon who tickled her sides and ribs playfully. Before the torment began in the lingering silence Amy mouthed ‘Nice One!’ in an impressed barely audible whisper.
Cleo remembered this shy thing being so submissive, what had happened?!
Cleo grew bored with disciplining Andrea but protested as her slaves were freed, the licking hadn’t worked out as she wanted. She loved the Sandy Blonde’s revulsion and privately planned to make her lick her own feet at some point. Lilly’s left foot had received a less thorough tongue cleaning than the one Amy had meticulously cleaned. When Cleo protested and suggested Andrea should be punished Amy simply leant over and licked the remaining honey from Lilly’s right foot. Andrea was revolted; somehow this was more disgusting after she had already left her saliva there.
Simon calmed Cleo’s wrath by producing a thermos of hot water which he poured into a bowl. The hot water was tempered with just enough cold and used to scrub Lilly’s feet clean. The toe ticklers were switched off: this was a small mercy since they were the worst aspect of her punishment so far. The toothbrushes were used to clean between her toes despite the lack of honey and saliva and a towel was used to dry them. Cleo protested at the production of travel hairdryers not wanting to ‘waste time’ senstivising her victim’s feet. The last 15 minutes of Lilly’s time in the torture box were the worse. Denied the sadistic catharsis she had been waiting for, Cleo insisted upon scrubbing Lilly’s oiled arches with two hairbrushes whilst her accomplices worked the toes using flossers and toothbrushes to bring Lilly’s torment to a horrific crescendo. The multiple orgasms the torture box had elicited had raised her sensitivity and although she still enjoyed their tickling she could take no more. Cleo dropped the toothbrushes and dug in to the soft soles scratching frantically with her long nails; ‘This is more like it!!’ she thought to herself as her victim’s desperation became palpably apparent.
Only two or three ticklers were needed so Andrea took a chance to walk around the castle and marvelled at the work that had been done so far. Many stocks and other devices had been set up or stacked and covered to protect them from rain. Andrea marvelled at a Y-frame standing over a kneeling box. At the base of the central square pole was a jack, Andrea supposed this could be used to stretch the victim. She imagined preparing Esther for torture on this device, in her fantasy a medieval executioner pumped the jack until Esther was stretched out and exposed. The device had toe-ties under the edge of the kneeling pad so Andrea’s day-dreams moved from socked to bare-feet as her minions tickled Esther’s sensitive neck and underarms. Her ruminations were interrupted by a change in Lilly’s protests from the torture box: Cleo had begun to slap the soles of her feet with one hand before tickling the reddening flesh as it grew in sensitivity. Andrea gulped knowing the effect this had on a victim and hoping Lilly’s suffering would end soon.
Returning to her investigations, Andrea was baffled by a large wooden structure like a small circular stage with a roughly V-shaped hole in the centre covered with tarpaulin.
“Remember your first night with us?” Ingrid asked.
Andrea jumped, she hadn’t noticed Ingrid arrive. Suddenly everything made sense as Ingrid dropped a large bag of sand she had carried on her shoulder. They were going to recreate her beach burial! There were even three thin posts to secure the victim’s ankles and toe back their toes. Cassandra arrived too using a wheelbarrow to move several sacks of the sand. She too was confused so Ingrid explained in more detail. As Ingrid explained Cassie’s eyes opened wide…
“I have to have a go in that!” She declared unaware she had spoken.
Andrea cocked her head and examined Cassie, she had pictured her as more of a ‘ler but something about her glimmering eyes as she examined the many torture devices made Andrea re-assess this judgement. She wondered what Cassie’s feet looked like, she was wearing beige work-boots with white socks but had fantastic ebony legs that reflected the sunlight. Andrea returned to give Lilly one last tickle and was joined by Cassie and Ingrid. Andrea tried to hide her disappointment that Esther had not arrived too…
“No she’s helping with the contracts” Ingrid replied, oblivious to Andrea’s interest in the shy Goth.
Discussion moved to the contracts that those with the blue feather necklaces made when agreeing to be tickled. Whoever went first generally got the better deal to encourage more tickling games. Apparently despite their cost a lot of people were reluctant to take the green feathers, causing concern that there would be too many ticklers and not enough ticklees. There were also games planned to liven things up and get the ball rolling; classic’s like hide-and-seek complemented those fine-tuned at countless ‘game’s nights’.
Lilly’s hour finally came to an end and she was let out of the box. It had been a gruelling punishment that would have been significantly worse had Cleo not insisted on her feet being licked. Cleo still had twelve minutes though and waited impatiently for Lilly to relieve herself and get a drink of water. The dominatrix desperately wanted to apply the itching powder in revenge for the way she had suffered. As plans for the event were explained to Andrea, Cleo protested at the state of the torture box….
“So no itching powder but quim a-plenty!” She protested, gesturing at the feathers on the main wheel.
Simon explained he would have to replace the feathers and clean the inside of the box, again!
Andrea could not wait for her session tickling Cleo, something about having the chance to break this dominatrix after she had tortured Lilly appealed to Andrea. She was once so daunted by Cleo in her Egyptian Queen costume, the prospect of turning the tables on her was somehow exciting in a new way.
But first Lilly had to be racked! She returned from her ablutions wearing only a loose robe which was removed as she was stretched out. The rack was new, the mechanism off centre to one side on an industrial looking workbench full of holes. Some of the holes on the side unoccupied side had been used to secure straps and other devious methods of restraint, some holes looked freshly made, others modified and some told of the benches former life before being collected for reuse as a device of torture. The rack was different to the one from Simon & Betty’s Cellar. Simon insisted that one was yet to be set up having been transported in parts. Andrea was fascinated by the device with its industrial appearance; she imagining 1920s gangsters using it to stretch and tickle torture Betty for information from their hide-out.
Cleo finished arguing, eager to torture Lilly once again. The dominatrix insisted Ingrid carry her onto the rack. Lilly’s ankles were locked in the stocks and secured with leather straps to prevent the padded customised vice from damaging the soft skin of her ankles. Lilly’s leather and chainmail manacles were attached to rusty chains than spooled on a long barrel. As the device turned it made an awful clicking. As Lilly was stretched out she made a play of panicking and struggling, Cleo’s sadistic grin betray her acceptance of this rouse. As Lilly approached the point of maximum tension the dominatrix insisted…
….“Two more turns!”
Click-CLICK!!!- Click- click - CLICK!!! The device went as the barrel was turned.
Simon subtly pulled a stop not wanting to reveal the device’s safety catch that kept the wheel turning without stretching the victim beyond the limits of their endurance. Lilly knew about this, because she designed it! But she also knew she needed to make a play of helplessness in order to trick Cleo. As the device turned it tightened, held the tension the released it slowly before tightening again. She had got the idea whilst looking at an MC Esher poster in Simon and Betty’s kitchen that depicted an impossible staircase. The trick was presenting the illusion that the rack tightened forever whilst the victim was maintained at the maximum point of their endurance. Despite knowing all this Lilly still squirmed, and not just to dupe Cleo: The device created the hellish illusion of endless torment.
Cleo began at Lilly’s feet, a genuine torture! Lilly began to beg and was gagged by Amy who had perfected the art of applying an elasticated ball-gag before the victim had realised what was about to happen. Lilly was cut off mid-scream. Soon her upper-body was tickled by three women. Amy joined Cleo at her feet and attempted to out-do the dominatrix. Simon meanwhile used two feathers to torment Lilly’s neck.
“Do you have that head-cage thing Si’?”…. Cleo asked
“No, ‘fraid not!” Simon replied.
Cleo sighed; “Then do you have anything else like it?” she asked.
“Yeah actually!” Simon replied.
Cleo insisted he get it and took the chance to apply the itching powder in his absence. She only had a small amount in a small tub with but evenly spread it over Lilly’s helpless struggling skin. Cleo smirked sadistically as she applied a small amount to Lilly’s face, taking delight in her struggles. Every inch of Lilly’s skin was covered by the evil powder that melted on contact with the thin sheen of sweat and soaked instantly into her skin.
“Great! What do we do now?” Amy asked as Lilly’s muffled screams intensified.
Cleo reached into her pocket and pulled out a selection of microfiber gloves. When Simon returned he took a double take at Lilly’s reactions to the torture, something was wrong!
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Cleo brought out some itching powder while you were away” Amy replied as if nothing was wrong.
“Yeah twice the strength of what I used on Emily!” Cleo declared, having taken great care to have used ALL of the powder this time so it could not be applied to her.
Those that did not have gloves used electric toothbrushes to stimulate Lilly’s toes. If asked Lilly would have sworn that the twelve minutes took longer to pass than the hour she spent in the torture box. She was in hell! Nothing improved when she was released either. She tried to wash off the itching powder using the water used earlier to scrub her feet but it had soaked through to a lower layer of her skin. It took all of her self-control not to scratch herself bloody.
Ingrid took her to one side knowing that scratching only made it worse. She had to tie Lilly down to stop her scratching. The giantess fed Lilly water knowing she needed to sweat it out. Luckily a woman wanting to be tickled naked in the shower covered in suds had not only booked early, she had supplied her own equipment! Solar panels were switched on to heat the water and power the pump. Ingrid enjoyed restraining the hysterical Lilly in the shower but hated what Cleo had done. This was beyond cruel!
As Lilly was showered off Cleo was prepared for torture. After the itching powder nothing seemed sadistic enough to make her pay. Despite being gagged Lilly’s screams could still be heard over the hot water.
“Are you absolutely certain there is no powder left in that jar?” Amy asked.
“No she even rinsed it out!” Simon replied, Angry with Cleo’s actions. She hadn’t really wanted the head-cage but knew he would stop her from applying the powder she had hidden in a pocket.
“W-w-we will have a use for this!” He declared, holding up the wicker cylinder.
“How are we going to punish her?” Amy asked….
The four vengeful comrades discussed the various means of restraint available to them. Cleo seemed unfazed and listened sitting on the edge of the rack, her legs crossed the upper boot bouncing. She would raise an eye-brow imagining inflicting the tortures described by those proposing them in order to hide her fear. This trick worked and as each horrible torture method was proposed the dominatrix simply raised an eyebrow and affected a pose suggesting: ‘Is that the best you can do?’
Cassie entered the swing of things and Andrea reassessed her earlier judgement as the goddess proposed devious methods of restraint. Ingrid joined the party suggesting Andrea attend to her Mistress, Lilly was wrapped in a blanket out of sight of Cleo. Simon had taken over taking care of her and like Ingrid before him he held Lilly as she rocked back and forwards. Andrea forgot her previous concerns after Ingrid’s revelations of her former schemes and held her friend tight, reassuring her by stroking her beautiful crow-black hair. Lilly’s babbling became more coherent as her pink skin cooled. She was still itchy but the sauna-like shower had made her torments bare-able.
“Why are you upset with me?” Lilly asked almost delirious.
“Erm…” Andrea replied.
“I know you like Esther too…” Lilly continued.
Andrea shyly looked away, she still held the convalescing Lilly but was awkward.
“It is okay, you can like other women” Lilly continued… “Is that why you were so quiet in the car?”
“I just didn’t like Cleo being there!” Andrea lied.
Lilly left to sleep having taken several painkillers to reduce the residual itchy sensations. Andrea returned to the rack where the discussion had moved onto a debate about the morality of Cleo’s use of itching powder….
“You only said I couldn’t use it in your precious box!” Cleo protested.
“So any ideas yet?” Andrea asked.
“A few!” Amy grinned.
“How about that thing with the trees?” Andrea asked.
“What like we did to Natalie?” Amy asked.
“Yeah!” Andrea beamed
Cleo was seized by Ingrid and stripped by all the girls, she kicked and protested to everyone’s delight. Simon stood back and watched as her long leather boots were slowly removed to expose her soft olive feet. Cleo protested that only Andrea and Amy were allowed to tickle her. Amy cleverly applied a ball-gag to the nearly naked Cleo in the blink of an eye.
“How did you learn to do that?” Andrea asked amazed.
“Easy! I made Natalie let me practise on her for hours!” Amy grinned…
… It had been a good evening of tickle fun with gentle torture and the threat of more intense suffering. The giggling Natalie had been restrained in various positions sometimes blindfolded and tickled until she opened wide in a natural manner only to be gagged, released and tickled again.
Cleo was carried to the four trees were Amy’s ball-gag practise doll had suffered the day before. Ingrid supported Cleo from underneath whilst Andrea, Amy and Cassie secured her limbs. Amy and Andrea held one ankle each whilst Cassie held both of Cleo’s wrists. Lilly emerged unable to sleep, she had dressed but her exhaustion was apparent. She took one of Cleo’s wrists and shouted….
“PULL!!!” Despite her tiredness the raw rage Lilly felt came through in her voice.
All the girls pulled and Simon began tying her limbs to each tree. He made a second circuit tightening Cleo’s bonds until she was stretched out to the maximum and the four women released their grip to leave Cleo struggling helplessly, they all laughed mockingly wiggling their fingers at the helpless mistress turned slave.
“Wait just one moment!” Simon insisted picking up the wicker head-cage.
As it was applied Ingrid asked… “You think this is bad?” easing her support of Cleo and letting her sag into her tickle-hammock of hell.
Cleo panicked, looking down at the giantess helplessly as she menacingly flickered one index finger above her belly-button. Her vision was obscured as Simon closed the wicker head-cage limiting her vision to a blurred impression through the holes between the reeds. Her neck was still exposed, the cunning device attaching to a head-strap around her forehead.
“Now the trick is to approach slowly while she looks around, take advantage of her limited vision to make her panic!” Simon whispered, throwing a rope over a branch and tightening the knot up the rope the way the circus had taught him. His vixens followed his advice and Cleo looked from side to side desperately trying to regain control and the psychological torture began. Simon left the rope for later planning to secure it to a metal loop on the top of the head-cage.
Andrea and Amy waited as Cassie and Lilly made their slow approach. Cleo looked from side to side, knowing this as part of the torture but unable to bring herself not to play Simon’s cruel game. Just as she was about to close her eyes something tickled her feet. She instinctively looked down to see the Sandy blonde wiggle her fingers menacing, then Amy tickled the other foot causing Cleo to look over at which point Andrea tickled again. Cassie and Lilly joined this game making Cleo panic and look around. Simon feathered her neck softly whilst Ingrid began her dreaded tummy tickles. Soon Lilly felt the need for revenge….
“Dig in girls!” She declared dancing her fingers in the outstretched hollows of Cleo’s underarms.
The torture began in earnest, Cleo thrashed and screamed into her ball-gag. Simon secured the head-cage to the rope limiting her movements. Amy produced a pair of toe-ties that pinned Cleo’s toes back to her ankles, these were not quite like the ones Helen had brought the previous day but held back all toes to small bar which was held in place by two straps running to the restraints just above Cleo’s ankles. Cleo screamed as her torture and bondage intensified. Ingrid had found that the backs of Cleo’s knees were more ticklish than her tummy but varied between the two targets. After securing Cleo’s toes Amy and Andrea tickled her feet for ten minutes using fingers and brushes. Amy revealed her new trick of oiling soles using a small sponge in a catering bag, this made the hairbrushes hellishly torturous especially the spikey one the two girls exchanged for the bobbly headed one which was better for socked and stockinged feet.
Cassie and Lilly used their fingers to drive Cleo into hell. Through extensive experimentation they discovered that soft silky gloves were best as opposed to the microfiber ones which Cleo had kindly provided. Lilly took time to explain each and every technique she knew to her African-Caribbean apprentice. Having each technique described slowly only made Cleo’s agony more intense. Cassie was an apt pupil and her administrations improved remarkably over the fifteen minutes before the first shift change. Cleo would have hung her head but it was held in place by the cage which only allowed her to move it slightly from side to side.
“You know I think you’re ready for your lesson at Cleo’s feet” Lilly smiled at Cassie, she was still as itchy as hell but was starting to return to her normal self.
Cassie smiled and switched places with Andrea. Lilly was sure her slave was hiding something from her but was too focused on extracting on Cleo to worry about it. Amy taught Cassie all the tricks she knew except for those involving feathers which were only briefly used to tickle between Cleo’s toes, not being deemed torturous enough a set of vibrating feathers and brushes were produced by Amy….
“My first homemade tickle-toy” She beamed as she fitted the cruel device to the toe-ties specifically designed to hold it in place.
“We are so proud!” Simon beamed.
“Yeah! Our precious little Amy making devious tickling devices just like Mummy and Daddy!” Lilly grinned.
“Now you try!” Amy beamed, switching the horrible device on, feathers buzzed between Cleo’s toes whilst the gap between her big and index toe had a modified electric toothbrush head at the base driving her insane.
Cassie attached the device carefully, fascinated by its cruel genius. Betty tickled Cleo’s abandoned arch with her nails as Cassie positioned each feather. Betty had brought more supplies after getting a text from Simon that Ingrid had joined the tickling. The next load remained in her car, although Betty had bought Nicole and Esther much to Andrea’s delight. Emily and Natalie had stayed behind to keep an eye on Helen and work on various projects for the event. Nicole joined Betty at Cleo’s feet bringing the total number of ticklers up to four. Amy instructed Cassie in the correct use of hairbrushes as she re-oiled Cleo’s arches. Betty and Nicole focused their nails and fingertips on Cleo’s heels and the tops of her helpless feet.
“Hey easy with that oil, we want to use these later!” Lilly reprimanded holding up Cleo’s microfiber gloves.
Cassie’s eyes opened wide at the gloves…
“So you do this kind of stuff all the time?” She asked Amy.
“As often as we can!” Amy replied, accepting a second sharp hairbrush from Betty.
Esther took control of Cleo’s knees, teasing the outstretched backs with her soft fingertips. Ingrid would occasionally assist her by squeezing the tops of Cleo’s knees but mostly focused on her captive’s tummy. Lilly changed places with Betty to join the fun at Cleo’s soles, the four women poured over Cleo’s soles like vixens over a kill. Andrea continued to tickle Cleo’s underarms with both hands, Betty meanwhile used one gloved hand to do the same whilst teasing Cleo’s nipples with a soft make-up brush. Andrea looked repulsed at first but her curiosity grew as Cleo’s nipples hardened despite her torment. Betty winked at her and said….
“She just loves this! If it wasn’t for the rest of her torture she would beg me not to stop”…
“That and the ball-gag!” Andrea replied.
“Hi how long has it been?” Simon asked.
He was met by a distracted mumble as eight women slowed their torture but refused to make-eye contact or answer.
“She was only supposed to suffer for twenty minutes right?” Simon asked again.
He was met by the same non-committal noise lacking any actual words…
“Do you think she has learnt her lesson?” Simon asked in his circus masters tones.
“No!” a definitive chorus replied.
“Have you learnt your lesson?” Simon asked.
Cleo tried to nod but due to the rope on the head-cage she could shake her head.
“What you haven’t….?” Betty asked feigning surprise.
“So you want the tickling to stop!” Simon asked.
Cleo desperately tried to nod but Simon had secured the head-cage to a lower branch of the tree behind her making any vertical movement impossible. Her frantic efforts translated into a horizontal movement as she struggled.
“No???” Betty asked… “Okay guess we will have to keep tickling then!” she continued to the delight of Andrea and the rest of the torture party.
Andrea accepted a soft make-up brush and copied the slow circles around Cleo’s perky breasts getting ever closer to her hardening nipples….
“Does she really like this?” Andrea asked amazed.
“Sort of….” Betty replied… “She enjoys herself but can’t orgasm without…. Help!”
Andrea glanced down to Cleo’s pussy. As she did she caught Esther’s gaze, the Goth shyly looked away…
‘Hmmm’ Andrea thought remembering the fantasy Amy described.
The girls rotated and Esther swapped places with Simon to Cleo’s distress. The circus master had a mastery over Cleo whilst Esther’s neck tickles matched those delivered by Emily. Andrea took another turn at Cleo’s feet, slapping them to raise the sensitivity. Amy explained this technique to Cassie whose eyes widened again, amazed at the extent of cruel techniques these people knew. Cleo’s pleas for mercy intensified and Simon removed the head-cage. Her tearstained eyes called out desperately as she screamed into her ball-gag. A bucket was already provided when Simon removed the ball-gag to release her pleas for a toilet break.
“Couldn’t let you ruin the grass!” Ingrid chimed as Cleo relived herself, humiliated.
“Please stop!” Cleo begged, she had broken a long time ago but her torture had continued unabated.
“Why?” Lilly asked, her face and voice as stern as stone.
“I only agreed to twenty minutes!” Cleo begged.
“Yes! Not nice to be disobeyed!” Simon added.
“Remember putting the itching powder on Emily?” Lilly asked coldly.
“That wasn’t as bad as the stuff I used on you!” Cleo protested unaware of the contradictory nature of her protest.
“Really?!” Lilly asked, astounded at Cleo’s appeal.
“Well maybe we have some itching powder somewhere!” Betty added.
“PLEASE NO!” Cleo begged.
“Then perhaps we will leave you here until the event next week!” Amy added.
“No not that!” Cleo begged desperate and helpless.
“Why not?” Simon asked.
“You have patrons wanting to be tickled by me!” Cleo tried, thinking on her feet.
“Oh and you don’t think we can find another dominatrix to call herself Mistress Cleo whilst you suffer!” Betty added.
“Please! I will give you money!” Cleo begged.
“And where do you get your money?” Simon asked.
“I….I…. I’m a professional dominatrix!” Cleo tried.
“So it isn’t from daddy then?” Andrea added remembering the biter complaints made about this spoilt little rich girl turned Dominatrix.
“I… I…. My father….” Cleo began.
“Doesn’t know about your little fetish!” Simon asked.
Cleo remained silent, her reprieve had lasted long enough for her rebellious spirit to re-surface. She knew she was in trouble, her father had no idea about her nefarious side-line as a dominatrix. She had wormed her way back into his affections after her older brothers had messed up big-time. Her time as an acrobat was dismissed as the foolishness of youth and long forgotten. But if this was revealed she would be cut off.
“…I will take that as a yes!” Simon concluded.
“Perhaps we should get some pictures, Amy added.
“No!” Cleo protested struggling helplessly.
“So what are we going to do?” Simon asked.
“Keep tickling her!” Most of the girl’s replied….
“Make her get tickled at the event!” Betty suggested….
“Get a picture of her as collateral!” Cassie added….
“All of the above!” Andrea concluded.
With evil grins and sadistic smiles Cassie’s suggestion of blackmail was taken gleefully. Cleo looked a treat, as the photo-session continued her tickle torture resumed slowly. Andrea and Betty tickled her nipples with the brushes whilst her foot tickles slowed to a teasing torment. The devices between her toes were removed to allow feathers to explore the helpless valleys between each toes. As Cleo squirmed her pussy grew wetter and more engorged…
“Please!.... Please!” Cleo begged.
“Please what?” Betty asked, pretending not to understand.
“More tickling?” Andrea asked.
Cleo shook her head, free of the tickle cage she was able to do so. She was not able to talk however; Silent laughter kept her in agony. Lilly had followed through on her threat to use the microfiber gloves and was cruelly scratching away at Cleo’s arches. She demonstrated the correct use of the gloves to Cassie who proved a quick learner. Lilly added a set of fake nails to her gloved hands and thanked Amy for her transportable box of tickle-toys.
“Quite a thing for a master-tickler to share her skills with both apprentice and journey-goth!” Simon added whilst taking pictures, he would have to edit them so only Cleo was identifiable.
“Please… please…. PLEASE!!!!” Cleo begged, teetering on the edge of an orgasm from the nipple tickles.
“Please what?” Simon asked, gesturing ‘it’s a film’ by rotating one arm, winking at his companions for their co-operation.
“Let me cum!” Cleo begged, unaware she was being filmed.
“Beg us! Using your full name!” Betty added.
Cleo obliged revealing her full name to both her torturers and the camera.
“Okay by tongue, feather or one of Amy’s toys?” Lilly asked.
“Any! Don’t care!” Cleo begged, sure she would explode if not allowed the release she craved.
“How about these!” Amy asked, producing a pair of remote controlled panties sporting black leather, chainmail and a padlock on either hip.
“Oh! And one more thing!....” Lilly added as the panties were secured to Cleo’s pulsating, writhing pussy.
“Orgasm in the next five minutes and we will tickle you for an hour and make you resist again!” Lilly wanted Cleo to suffer.
“Noo!.. I… I… I Can’t!” Cleo begged as the floodgates opened.
The tickling did not stop as Cleo tipped over the edge of an orgasm that would have rang out amongst the hills had her ball-gag not been replaced. She bit down hard on it as each of her multiple orgasms made her more sensitive to the relentless tickle-torture. Cassie had backed away, a little perturbed…
“You probably don’t want a red feather if this upsets you!” Amy teased.
“I… I’m okay!” Cassie answered. “Just a little…”
“It’s okay!” Amy said with a wink.
Cleo torment continued, Cassie took a break to examine the many tickling devices. Andrea and Lilly worked closely together with Amy to truly torment Cleo. Andrea smiled at Lilly, her former concerns forgotten. Eventually Cleo passed out exhausted from her ordeal, hanging from her tickle hammock.
“So which device for her next hour?” Lilly asked.
“Your choice Lil!” Simon replied… “We have work to do, but feel free to torture her for as long as you like, you didn’t deserve the itch.. itching powder…”
Simon’s apology to Lilly was interrupted by his wife who had noticed his twitching…
“I think we have found a prize for the best tickler” Betty added, changing the subject.
The other prizes were discussed; most ticklish, best laugh, prettiest feet, most sensitive, loudest scream…..
As discussion continued the torture party dispersed and set about arranging and assembling the devices of restraint. There was also a map of the castle indicating the red and pink zones as well as a ‘sanctuary’ and an area for food. Andrea learnt that the pink zone featured nudity whilst the red zone feature ‘tickling and direct stimulation of the sexual regions’. The shower Lilly had used to reduce the effect of the itching powder was situated between them, many signs were also being painted; most stencils of the events rules others indicating the many areas. Meanwhile Cleo was transported by Ingrid to her punishment for climaxing too early.
Lilly first trapped Cleo in a barrel, a large hole for her head was flanked by two for her wrists. Cleo’s arms poked through holes in the side of the barrel at each elbow whilst her wrists were secured to the top of the barrel. A second hole below each arm-hole could be opened to explore each underarm. Similar holes allowed access to the backs of Cleo’s knee and also her pussy which was safely protected by the panties which would threaten her with another tickling session if she could not resist their vibrations. It was Cleo’s feet that were the main focus of Lilly’s revenge though. Her toes were tied back to the barrel using holes drilled into the lid behind each ankle-hole. Cleo was gagged but her protests kept the girls entertained as they worked. Each couldn’t resist joining Lilly on short breaks for the first hour as Lilly tormented her nemesis. Cleo’s suffering did not stop her being brought to a climax by the vibrating panties which kept a small device on exactly the right spot. Cleo did not even need her nipples to be tickled this time and orgasmed after four minutes of tickling desperately trying to maintain control as the last of the sand drained through the hourglass.
Next Lilly stretched Cleo on the new rack, making full use of the safety catch to trick Cleo into believing her back was being broken. Lilly turned her victim’s terror into humiliation as she tickled her nipples until she moaned into her ball-gag. Lilly unlocked the quim soaked panties and cleaned Cleo’s pussy with a sponge after the first half of her victim’s torture. Cleo moaned approaching orgasm before her hour was even up. Simon brought forth a feather wheel the red zone. The many holes in the workbench lent themselves to positioning it perfectly to tickle Cleo’s pussy. Lilly returned to Cleo’s nipples where Betty had taken her place. Cleo’s feet were also tickled by Andrea and Amy as she was brought to screaming giggling orgasm before her hour was up.
“Hmm climaxing during your hour-long punishment…” Lilly teased…..
“…Better make the next session two hours” The vengeful Geisha continued.
“Nooo!” Cleo begged as the feathers drove her to another orgasm, unlike the ones in the torture box she was not held on the threshold.
“Or perhaps you should need my permission from now on!” Lilly continued.
Andrea examined the smile on Lilly’s face and remembered her earlier concerns.
Cleo’s torture continued until she could take no more. In honour of Emily Lilly eventually covered her from head to-toe in itching powder, coating the inside of a pair of Andrea’s socks and pulling them over Cleo’s feet. Cleo was trapped in a straight-jacket and rolled into a carpet. She was carried to the van screaming into her ball-gag. She had passed out by the time the van returned to Simon and Betty’s.
In the van Andrea broached her concerns about Lilly’s past project to brainwash a woman into being a tickle slave using orgasms. Lilly reassured her, she had been different before finding friends to share her fetish with.
“Oh you loved it long before that night at mine!” Lilly teased.
Andrea smiled remembering the tickling and vibrator play with Lilly and Amy.
Upon returning to the centre of operations it was discovered that work had progressed throughout the afternoon. The feather necklaces had been finished to the current list of attendees with a few spare. Also a lot of the collars had been finished. Each attendee was assigned a number to allow them to be identified whilst maintaining anonymity, this idea was introduced after the feathers. This number was engraved on a circular pendant similar to those worn by pets. Others were designed to be worn on the wrist depending on the attendee’s preferences. Some had been engraved with pseudonyms in addition to the attendee’s number. Natalie and Emily were thanked for their hard work as Cleo was taken upstairs to join Helen. Helen had slept fitfully and would sleep well when finally set free. The ticklish nightmare that had replaced her dreams of tickling her co-worker mercilessly had exhausted her.
After socialising and helping with the event preparation Andrea went to check up on her slave. Upon finding her half-awake she stroked Helen’s hair lovingly and asked her about work the next day. Helen wasn’t sure if she was dreaming…..
“So you will keep my secret?” The Sandy Blonde asked.
“Do I have a choice?” Helen asked.
Andrea thought of Lilly’s attempts to condition a tickle slave and shuddered. Suddenly realising all Helen had suffered.
“Well I don’t want to be exposed…. Of course you will be too!...” Andrea began.
“I never would have…” Helen interrupted.
“You threatened to!” Andrea snapped, remembering Helen’s threats to out her if she didn’t talk.
“…Well I won’t force you to wear the boots but the belt and the thing in your belly button will be kept as a precaution” Andrea continued.
Helen nodded, glad to be spared the horrible boots.
“We have reprogrammed it so it only activated if I press a button on this….” Andrea demonstrated her necklace with the transmitter.
“… or if you come within three feet of me” Andrea threatened, remembering how Helen had pounced on her and pinned her down.
“Okay” Helen answered.
“Also I want you to wear those black heels and tan nylons tomorrow at work….” Andrea added
“…And dangle them off your toes for me!” Andrea continued.
Helen nodded remembering catching Andrea watching her shoe-play under her desk and loving teasing the once shy blonde.
“And I will text you, you are to come either here or to mine each evening after work” Andrea concluded.
Helen sighed, so the torture was to continue.
“Can I tickle some of the other women?” Helen asked, desperate to at least get something out of this hellish weekend other than good ideas for merciless tickle torture.
“I will think about it” Andrea replied, closing the door and returning downstairs, she had a few hours more and wanted to watch Natalie and Emily tickle Nicole as their reward for a day’s work.
“I wouldn’t put up with that if I were you!” Cleo added a few minutes later…
Helen did not know the other woman was awake. She had remained perfectly still in her straightjacket despite the itching powder. The temptation to rub one socked foot against the other was infuriating but she knew if she was to regain control she had to pretend to be asleep. The itching powder was weak anyway and had worn off for the most part after several hours. Amateurs, Cleo thought rubbing one foot against the other, it doesn’t even get stronger if you rub it in!
Many weeks of experimentation had led Cleo to the perfect blend from her supplier’s. She had used the more persuadable of her clients and upon occasion her own skin to formulate the most infuriating irritant, beyond any legal limits imposed upon human endurance. She hoped it tortured Lilly still.
“…. So what do you recommend?” Helen asked nervously.
“Leave it up to me, I will get us revenge on all of them” The dominatrix answered.
“I want the sandy blonde, that oriental bitch and the twee little princess… Oh not forgetting that would-be-mistress of a Goth-girl!” Cleo ranted bitterly, careful to keep her voice down.
“I just want Andrea” Helen answered.
‘Andrea!’ Cleo thought… ‘That is her name!’ She couldn’t remember the pseudonym the Sandy Blonde had used at the beach.
“We might have to share, but there will be enough ticklish skin to go around!” Cleo replied.
A few hours later Andrea returned for Helen. Her slave followed through on her promise to tease her mistress with glimpses of her nylon clad feet the next week, she even kept the other foot sticking out as she curled up the leg and sat on it. In the evenings she either visited her mistress or was tickled elsewhere, including her own flat. Helen even got a chance to do some tickling as she asked at a game's night and left feeling like part of the group. On the Thursday and Friday however she and Nicole were used as stress relief for the event organisers; occupying a set of 'punishment stocks' along with Esther and Natalie who at times took a turn. Helen suffered the lion's share of torment though and the dominatrix's offer began to become more attractive as she was tormented in an uncomfortable and humiliating positions.
Cleo was also planning to rack her victim, a torture she herself could stand no more than the itching powder or customised organ grinder she had been subject to in revenge for her transgressions in the past. Cleo was a dominatrix and was fascinated by Emily, a serene beauty who only enjoyed gentle tickles. Cleo had conspired to find ways to trap her for more intense torture and had cruelly tricked her into a pair of stocks by coats the insides of her socks with itching powder, in her naivety and desperation Emily had believed Cleo’s promise to ‘make it go away’. Cleo planned to use itching powder on Lilly’s body when she was on the rack. Simon had not let her get it in the precious torture box he had helped design and build with the devious Geisha, but Cleo had some in a little vial and planned a full revenge for her own itchy experiences when wrapped tightly in industrial strength cling-film.
Andrea walked next to Amy leaving Simon to support Lilly who was exhausted from hours of tickle torture suffered in the cellar she had used to craft the selection of devious tickling devices currently being arranged and assembled in the castle grounds.
“So, how did you meet Esther?” Andrea shyly asked.
Amy grinned and poked the Sandy Blonde in the ribs….
“I thought you had taken a fancy to her!” The Goth teased.
“C’mon! C’mon!” Cleo pestered, already at the castle gates.
“She used to come to play at the Games nights until she got all shy…” Amy continued, ignoring Cleo.
“What happened?” Andrea asked.
“Oh she has a deep dark fantasy she asked us to fulfil…” Amy replied.
Andrea just nodded, aware she had left Lilly behind and not sure if her mistress was out of earshot.
“She got all shy and panicky and kept cancelling last minute, we respected that of course! But she got the impression she had upset us” Amy continued.
“What was her fantasy?” Andrea asked intrigued.
“Oh you will find out…” Amy teased.
Lilly and Simon caught up and the punishment procession entered the castle via the gatehouse, a small square building protecting a walled ring ditch on top of a small artificial hill. Simon had inherited the castle and never thought to organise his own tickling events until Andrea: a new member to his little group, had suggested it at a private party. The event had put an enormous strain on him, both financially and physically. If his wife Betty hadn’t trained in Law and worked in administration he would not have been able to get this far. Her experience was invaluable as was the money she brought in allowing him to focus on the project they both treasured. Still Simon felt the strain he had just about got the organisation of money and logistics under control. Then there was the car-parking, insurance, catering and replying to e-mails asking for complicated and sometimes impossible fantasies to be fulfilled. The first three problems had been solved by offering a discount to those wishing to attend with the means to help. The e-mails took a toll on him, his wife and Amy: A Goth girl who had quit her job to invest in this project. The standard reply had become ‘That is an interesting idea, perhaps we could facilitate it at our next event following the necessary planning’. Some complex fantasies had been fulfilled, at an extra cost of course! Others less related to tickling could not be catered to, even in the Red Zone where Lilly’s favoured form of sexual tickling with the addition of vibrators and all manner of sex-toys was restricted out of sight of those with a purer fetish.
Simon took charge of putting Lilly in the torture box after Cleo had slowly humiliated her prize by stripping her naked in the warm summer air. Lilly stoically allowed herself to be arranged such that the many straps and feathers were best positioned to tickle her underarms and the backs of her knees. She cursed her former reluctance to fix the main wheel; which would turn brushing two rows of feathers against the soft skin of her helpless crotch. The wheel was not broken but had developed a secondary accidental level of cruelty. It was not static but rolled back and forth just slightly, its axel secured to a curved runner designed to move it closer then away from the detainee’s undercarriage. The result was that sometimes the feathers would lightly brush their tips over the soft skin to either side of the victim’s pussy which could only move enough to add to the torment. In addition to this it was also designed to speed up and slow down to make the torture even more unpredictable. It had been noticed though that without adjustment the wheel slowed to and settled to a position such that the tickles were enough to tease and titillate a woman’s desires but never enough to allow her to climax. Lilly wasn’t sure which she feared most the orgasm deprivation or the tickling.
As Amy tied back Lilly’s toes Simon closed the stocks in the top of the box around her arms and neck. He left the inspection hatch open wanting to check on the machine, using this as last check-up for the event. Cleo meanwhile approached with a peculiar set of small stocks and placed them in front of Lilly’s feet….
“On your knees!” She demanded, looking at Andrea and Amy.
“We agreed to do this!” Amy defiantly protested.
“Yes now take of those boots and stockings and kneel in the stocks!” Cleo replied.
“Why? That wasn’t in the agreement!” The Goth responded.
“I don’t want you cheating again! So this time if you go easy on your friend I tickle your feet!” Cleo sneered.
Andrea looked at the stocks. They were new, a lot of new equipment visible in the castle was. Even in the gatehouse two new pairs of stocks flanked the door to the courtyard, a large sign above each read ‘Punishment Stocks’. Inside the castle rows of stocks had been roughly arranged by Ingrid and Cassie whilst other devices were under construction. Andrea longed to have a look around and satisfy her curiosity, both her concerns about Lilly’s past and the prospect of being forced to lick her soles drove her into a fugit state. She followed suit and slipped off her blue and white canvas stripy canvas shoes and began to remove her many socks. The argument continued as Amy refused to remove her stockings, meanwhile Cleo missed the removal of Andrea’s many socks she wore to keep her feet at the peak of her sensitivity. Lilly however noticed the absence of the third pair and distracted herself with ways to punish her slave, her mind wandered to why Andrea seemed distant in the car: probably just didn’t want to see her get tickled.
The pair of white stocks were clearly designed for this task in particular; the toe ties being underneath the ankle-holes. Two sturdier metal rings were placed between each pair on the upper board: possibly for securing the arms behind the victim’s back. The stocks occupied one end of a flat rectangle of wood, by each ankle-hole were specially shaped cushions clearly designed to fit the curve of the top of the foot, these led to a kneeling pad at the opposite end of the base. Andrea guessed the victim’s bodyweight kept them from moving the stocks. Simon finally ended the argument between Cleo and Amy having gagged and blindfolded Lilly. As he soothed his troupe’s clashing egos he began to apply the honey to Lilly’s soles whilst Cleo position the soon to be vibrating feathers between each of her toes. She teased her rival as she did so, knowing how sensitive the delicate area between each toe was and relishing watching them squirm and dance.
Andrea and Amy knelt in the stocks. Rather than using the metal rings on the stocks, Cleo handcuffed the two women to the torture box using manacles to attach their arms to brass rings on the front and sides of the horrible torture instrument. Simon started the timer and began pouring water into the funnel system that caused the main wheel to turn. Lilly tried desperately not to reveal her discomfort as her own beast of creation began torturing her the second time. Andrea was reluctant to lick her mistress’s feet, hating the idea more than her horrid experience at Ingrid’s that morning. For some reason she was not revolted by cats licking her feet to raise her sensitivity but people… Yuck.
Andrea’s own soles became the victim of merciless tickle torture at the hands of Cleo who had noted her reluctance to lick the honey from Lilly’s foot. Amy meanwhile drew her tongue up and down Lilly’s arch lapping at the honey, aside from Amy’s tongue stud Lilly enjoyed the sensations and was only really bothered by the buzzing between her toes. Andrea could no longer try to lick her mistress’s sole and thrashed and giggled. Her feet were horribly sensitive and unlike Amy, Cleo had applied the toe ties to her bare feet. Amy giggled under the occasional probing tickle but continued to lick. Simon eventually persuaded Cleo to give Andrea a break, easing Amy’s toes into the little loops after pushing her stocking back into the gaps between them. Amy giggled more as Simon began tickling one foot with both hands whilst Cleo tickled the other.
Andrea composed herself, swallowed and slowly leaned forwards with a look of disgust on her face. The honey made her humiliation bearable, she could faintly taste Lilly’s feet, which Ingrid had suggested she wash in the sink having walked barefoot on the floor after her two hour ordeal in the tickle-cellar. Ingrid knew of Andrea’s newly discovered aversion to lickle torture and imagining that Lilly’s dusky, dirty feet would repel her even more….
“See this one can do it whilst being tickled!” Cleo teased, resuming her assault on Andrea’s soles.
Andrea lost control and dissolved into a fit of giggles beating her fist on the torture box as much as her bonds would allow. Cleo eventually slowed her torture such that the Sandy Blonde could lick Lilly’s soles with barely contained giggles. Cleo grew tired of Andrea’s soles and after spending a few more minutes tickling Amy she grew bored. The Goth refused to show any sign of how badly her new enemy drove her insane putting all her energy into a worshipful licking of Lilly’s now honey free foot. Her tormentor grew frustrated, wanting to see and hear the effects of her torture, she returned to Andrea’s feet and scribbled her nails until the Sandy Blonde was incapable of laughing yet alone licking, but it was Lilly Cleo wanted to torture. Soon the dominatrix circled the box like a wolf. The problem with this device was it didn’t allow her to tickle her foe anywhere else. Cleo peered through the inspection hatch and was revolted by the sight of the feathers slowly grazing against Lilly’s crotch…
“She’s enjoying this!” Cleo declared outraged.
“Yes a lot of women do, we have three coming the weekend keen to try it!” Simon beamed.
“Why?” Cleo demanded, confused.
“Didn’t you enjoy it?” Andrea asked, tilting her head as much as her bonds allowed, after her second outburst Simon had remembered the collars that attached to the box alongside the manacles.
Cleo was infuriated and returned to tickle Andrea’s soles driving her insane again. As much as she hated Cleo’s return Andrea had to admit that her adversary knew how to tickle….
“This will teach you to talk back to me!” Cleo insisted as she scribbled her nails over Andrea’s soft arches.
This Sandy Blonde had become both bolder and more ticklish, Cleo mused as she positioned a toothbrush between Andrea’s toes with one hand maintaining her administrations to both arches with the other. Enjoying Andrea’s shrieks Simon showed Cleo how these stocks could clip such devices in place from the side. Cleo smiled at him;
“Now why can’t it always be like this?” She asked sweetly as she drove Andrea back into silent laughter.
Simon smiled back, there was a time before he married Betty when Cleo had been different, less self-assured and arrogant. They had some chemistry at the circus, but Simon’s instant deep connection with the contortionist had turned Cleo bitter. That was the one thing she never had, she had money, power but not love. And it hurt Cleo to see the twitching nervous magician so happy. She had never loved Simon but in a lonely moment she had quietly planned on making him her back-up husband if no-one else better came along. Simon adjusted the dials again, maintaining Lilly’s torment in a bearable but still torturous manner. Lilly had begun making a show of her distress after the third time he had done this. Other than her Simon was the only person who understood the many switches and gears that translated both the victim’s movement and that of the erratic feather wheel into a cruel dance of feathers over exposed skin. True a novice could figure out how to set it in motion but controlling the torture box was an art.
After her ordeal in the head-cage Lilly no longer found the tickling torturous. Her toes had it worst but the sensations did not vary, her toes were tied back tightly and not exploited by the cruel mechanism that switched some brushes on and others off every time she curled her toes against the sensations. Cleo had not remembered that aspect of her time in the box and her penchant for total torture did not lead her to expect that Lilly’s suffering was being reduced. All of the built-up sexual frustration from the morning’s torture was being given an outlet. Without the anxiety of watching the clock Lilly became intensely aroused, she actually rather enjoyed having her feet licked, it wasn’t a major turn on but right now it felt good. Also she was sure Simon kept moving the feather wheel back to its maximum stimulation point. Cleo grew increasingly frustrated sensing that Lilly was not suffering as much as she should. Enraged she undid her victim’s ball-gag just as the first orgasm came into full effect….
Cleo was enraged. And demanded to know why Lilly was allowed to climax….
“You picked the torture device Cleo, perhaps you shouldn’t have picked one Lilly designed for her own… Pleasure!” Amy teased, loving her new rival’s anger.
“But, I couldn’t climax for hours when you locked me in this thing!” Cleo protested.
“Perhaps Lilly is just slightly more sexual than you?” Andrea teased, following suit.
Andrea’s impudence earnt her another tickling session, this time assisted by Simon who tickled her sides and ribs playfully. Before the torment began in the lingering silence Amy mouthed ‘Nice One!’ in an impressed barely audible whisper.
Cleo remembered this shy thing being so submissive, what had happened?!
Cleo grew bored with disciplining Andrea but protested as her slaves were freed, the licking hadn’t worked out as she wanted. She loved the Sandy Blonde’s revulsion and privately planned to make her lick her own feet at some point. Lilly’s left foot had received a less thorough tongue cleaning than the one Amy had meticulously cleaned. When Cleo protested and suggested Andrea should be punished Amy simply leant over and licked the remaining honey from Lilly’s right foot. Andrea was revolted; somehow this was more disgusting after she had already left her saliva there.
Simon calmed Cleo’s wrath by producing a thermos of hot water which he poured into a bowl. The hot water was tempered with just enough cold and used to scrub Lilly’s feet clean. The toe ticklers were switched off: this was a small mercy since they were the worst aspect of her punishment so far. The toothbrushes were used to clean between her toes despite the lack of honey and saliva and a towel was used to dry them. Cleo protested at the production of travel hairdryers not wanting to ‘waste time’ senstivising her victim’s feet. The last 15 minutes of Lilly’s time in the torture box were the worse. Denied the sadistic catharsis she had been waiting for, Cleo insisted upon scrubbing Lilly’s oiled arches with two hairbrushes whilst her accomplices worked the toes using flossers and toothbrushes to bring Lilly’s torment to a horrific crescendo. The multiple orgasms the torture box had elicited had raised her sensitivity and although she still enjoyed their tickling she could take no more. Cleo dropped the toothbrushes and dug in to the soft soles scratching frantically with her long nails; ‘This is more like it!!’ she thought to herself as her victim’s desperation became palpably apparent.
Only two or three ticklers were needed so Andrea took a chance to walk around the castle and marvelled at the work that had been done so far. Many stocks and other devices had been set up or stacked and covered to protect them from rain. Andrea marvelled at a Y-frame standing over a kneeling box. At the base of the central square pole was a jack, Andrea supposed this could be used to stretch the victim. She imagined preparing Esther for torture on this device, in her fantasy a medieval executioner pumped the jack until Esther was stretched out and exposed. The device had toe-ties under the edge of the kneeling pad so Andrea’s day-dreams moved from socked to bare-feet as her minions tickled Esther’s sensitive neck and underarms. Her ruminations were interrupted by a change in Lilly’s protests from the torture box: Cleo had begun to slap the soles of her feet with one hand before tickling the reddening flesh as it grew in sensitivity. Andrea gulped knowing the effect this had on a victim and hoping Lilly’s suffering would end soon.
Returning to her investigations, Andrea was baffled by a large wooden structure like a small circular stage with a roughly V-shaped hole in the centre covered with tarpaulin.
“Remember your first night with us?” Ingrid asked.
Andrea jumped, she hadn’t noticed Ingrid arrive. Suddenly everything made sense as Ingrid dropped a large bag of sand she had carried on her shoulder. They were going to recreate her beach burial! There were even three thin posts to secure the victim’s ankles and toe back their toes. Cassandra arrived too using a wheelbarrow to move several sacks of the sand. She too was confused so Ingrid explained in more detail. As Ingrid explained Cassie’s eyes opened wide…
“I have to have a go in that!” She declared unaware she had spoken.
Andrea cocked her head and examined Cassie, she had pictured her as more of a ‘ler but something about her glimmering eyes as she examined the many torture devices made Andrea re-assess this judgement. She wondered what Cassie’s feet looked like, she was wearing beige work-boots with white socks but had fantastic ebony legs that reflected the sunlight. Andrea returned to give Lilly one last tickle and was joined by Cassie and Ingrid. Andrea tried to hide her disappointment that Esther had not arrived too…
“No she’s helping with the contracts” Ingrid replied, oblivious to Andrea’s interest in the shy Goth.
Discussion moved to the contracts that those with the blue feather necklaces made when agreeing to be tickled. Whoever went first generally got the better deal to encourage more tickling games. Apparently despite their cost a lot of people were reluctant to take the green feathers, causing concern that there would be too many ticklers and not enough ticklees. There were also games planned to liven things up and get the ball rolling; classic’s like hide-and-seek complemented those fine-tuned at countless ‘game’s nights’.
Lilly’s hour finally came to an end and she was let out of the box. It had been a gruelling punishment that would have been significantly worse had Cleo not insisted on her feet being licked. Cleo still had twelve minutes though and waited impatiently for Lilly to relieve herself and get a drink of water. The dominatrix desperately wanted to apply the itching powder in revenge for the way she had suffered. As plans for the event were explained to Andrea, Cleo protested at the state of the torture box….
“So no itching powder but quim a-plenty!” She protested, gesturing at the feathers on the main wheel.
Simon explained he would have to replace the feathers and clean the inside of the box, again!
Andrea could not wait for her session tickling Cleo, something about having the chance to break this dominatrix after she had tortured Lilly appealed to Andrea. She was once so daunted by Cleo in her Egyptian Queen costume, the prospect of turning the tables on her was somehow exciting in a new way.
But first Lilly had to be racked! She returned from her ablutions wearing only a loose robe which was removed as she was stretched out. The rack was new, the mechanism off centre to one side on an industrial looking workbench full of holes. Some of the holes on the side unoccupied side had been used to secure straps and other devious methods of restraint, some holes looked freshly made, others modified and some told of the benches former life before being collected for reuse as a device of torture. The rack was different to the one from Simon & Betty’s Cellar. Simon insisted that one was yet to be set up having been transported in parts. Andrea was fascinated by the device with its industrial appearance; she imagining 1920s gangsters using it to stretch and tickle torture Betty for information from their hide-out.
Cleo finished arguing, eager to torture Lilly once again. The dominatrix insisted Ingrid carry her onto the rack. Lilly’s ankles were locked in the stocks and secured with leather straps to prevent the padded customised vice from damaging the soft skin of her ankles. Lilly’s leather and chainmail manacles were attached to rusty chains than spooled on a long barrel. As the device turned it made an awful clicking. As Lilly was stretched out she made a play of panicking and struggling, Cleo’s sadistic grin betray her acceptance of this rouse. As Lilly approached the point of maximum tension the dominatrix insisted…
….“Two more turns!”
Click-CLICK!!!- Click- click - CLICK!!! The device went as the barrel was turned.
Simon subtly pulled a stop not wanting to reveal the device’s safety catch that kept the wheel turning without stretching the victim beyond the limits of their endurance. Lilly knew about this, because she designed it! But she also knew she needed to make a play of helplessness in order to trick Cleo. As the device turned it tightened, held the tension the released it slowly before tightening again. She had got the idea whilst looking at an MC Esher poster in Simon and Betty’s kitchen that depicted an impossible staircase. The trick was presenting the illusion that the rack tightened forever whilst the victim was maintained at the maximum point of their endurance. Despite knowing all this Lilly still squirmed, and not just to dupe Cleo: The device created the hellish illusion of endless torment.
Cleo began at Lilly’s feet, a genuine torture! Lilly began to beg and was gagged by Amy who had perfected the art of applying an elasticated ball-gag before the victim had realised what was about to happen. Lilly was cut off mid-scream. Soon her upper-body was tickled by three women. Amy joined Cleo at her feet and attempted to out-do the dominatrix. Simon meanwhile used two feathers to torment Lilly’s neck.
“Do you have that head-cage thing Si’?”…. Cleo asked
“No, ‘fraid not!” Simon replied.
Cleo sighed; “Then do you have anything else like it?” she asked.
“Yeah actually!” Simon replied.
Cleo insisted he get it and took the chance to apply the itching powder in his absence. She only had a small amount in a small tub with but evenly spread it over Lilly’s helpless struggling skin. Cleo smirked sadistically as she applied a small amount to Lilly’s face, taking delight in her struggles. Every inch of Lilly’s skin was covered by the evil powder that melted on contact with the thin sheen of sweat and soaked instantly into her skin.
“Great! What do we do now?” Amy asked as Lilly’s muffled screams intensified.
Cleo reached into her pocket and pulled out a selection of microfiber gloves. When Simon returned he took a double take at Lilly’s reactions to the torture, something was wrong!
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Cleo brought out some itching powder while you were away” Amy replied as if nothing was wrong.
“Yeah twice the strength of what I used on Emily!” Cleo declared, having taken great care to have used ALL of the powder this time so it could not be applied to her.
Those that did not have gloves used electric toothbrushes to stimulate Lilly’s toes. If asked Lilly would have sworn that the twelve minutes took longer to pass than the hour she spent in the torture box. She was in hell! Nothing improved when she was released either. She tried to wash off the itching powder using the water used earlier to scrub her feet but it had soaked through to a lower layer of her skin. It took all of her self-control not to scratch herself bloody.
Ingrid took her to one side knowing that scratching only made it worse. She had to tie Lilly down to stop her scratching. The giantess fed Lilly water knowing she needed to sweat it out. Luckily a woman wanting to be tickled naked in the shower covered in suds had not only booked early, she had supplied her own equipment! Solar panels were switched on to heat the water and power the pump. Ingrid enjoyed restraining the hysterical Lilly in the shower but hated what Cleo had done. This was beyond cruel!
As Lilly was showered off Cleo was prepared for torture. After the itching powder nothing seemed sadistic enough to make her pay. Despite being gagged Lilly’s screams could still be heard over the hot water.
“Are you absolutely certain there is no powder left in that jar?” Amy asked.
“No she even rinsed it out!” Simon replied, Angry with Cleo’s actions. She hadn’t really wanted the head-cage but knew he would stop her from applying the powder she had hidden in a pocket.
“W-w-we will have a use for this!” He declared, holding up the wicker cylinder.
“How are we going to punish her?” Amy asked….
The four vengeful comrades discussed the various means of restraint available to them. Cleo seemed unfazed and listened sitting on the edge of the rack, her legs crossed the upper boot bouncing. She would raise an eye-brow imagining inflicting the tortures described by those proposing them in order to hide her fear. This trick worked and as each horrible torture method was proposed the dominatrix simply raised an eyebrow and affected a pose suggesting: ‘Is that the best you can do?’
Cassie entered the swing of things and Andrea reassessed her earlier judgement as the goddess proposed devious methods of restraint. Ingrid joined the party suggesting Andrea attend to her Mistress, Lilly was wrapped in a blanket out of sight of Cleo. Simon had taken over taking care of her and like Ingrid before him he held Lilly as she rocked back and forwards. Andrea forgot her previous concerns after Ingrid’s revelations of her former schemes and held her friend tight, reassuring her by stroking her beautiful crow-black hair. Lilly’s babbling became more coherent as her pink skin cooled. She was still itchy but the sauna-like shower had made her torments bare-able.
“Why are you upset with me?” Lilly asked almost delirious.
“Erm…” Andrea replied.
“I know you like Esther too…” Lilly continued.
Andrea shyly looked away, she still held the convalescing Lilly but was awkward.
“It is okay, you can like other women” Lilly continued… “Is that why you were so quiet in the car?”
“I just didn’t like Cleo being there!” Andrea lied.
Lilly left to sleep having taken several painkillers to reduce the residual itchy sensations. Andrea returned to the rack where the discussion had moved onto a debate about the morality of Cleo’s use of itching powder….
“You only said I couldn’t use it in your precious box!” Cleo protested.
“So any ideas yet?” Andrea asked.
“A few!” Amy grinned.
“How about that thing with the trees?” Andrea asked.
“What like we did to Natalie?” Amy asked.
“Yeah!” Andrea beamed
Cleo was seized by Ingrid and stripped by all the girls, she kicked and protested to everyone’s delight. Simon stood back and watched as her long leather boots were slowly removed to expose her soft olive feet. Cleo protested that only Andrea and Amy were allowed to tickle her. Amy cleverly applied a ball-gag to the nearly naked Cleo in the blink of an eye.
“How did you learn to do that?” Andrea asked amazed.
“Easy! I made Natalie let me practise on her for hours!” Amy grinned…
… It had been a good evening of tickle fun with gentle torture and the threat of more intense suffering. The giggling Natalie had been restrained in various positions sometimes blindfolded and tickled until she opened wide in a natural manner only to be gagged, released and tickled again.
Cleo was carried to the four trees were Amy’s ball-gag practise doll had suffered the day before. Ingrid supported Cleo from underneath whilst Andrea, Amy and Cassie secured her limbs. Amy and Andrea held one ankle each whilst Cassie held both of Cleo’s wrists. Lilly emerged unable to sleep, she had dressed but her exhaustion was apparent. She took one of Cleo’s wrists and shouted….
“PULL!!!” Despite her tiredness the raw rage Lilly felt came through in her voice.
All the girls pulled and Simon began tying her limbs to each tree. He made a second circuit tightening Cleo’s bonds until she was stretched out to the maximum and the four women released their grip to leave Cleo struggling helplessly, they all laughed mockingly wiggling their fingers at the helpless mistress turned slave.
“Wait just one moment!” Simon insisted picking up the wicker head-cage.
As it was applied Ingrid asked… “You think this is bad?” easing her support of Cleo and letting her sag into her tickle-hammock of hell.
Cleo panicked, looking down at the giantess helplessly as she menacingly flickered one index finger above her belly-button. Her vision was obscured as Simon closed the wicker head-cage limiting her vision to a blurred impression through the holes between the reeds. Her neck was still exposed, the cunning device attaching to a head-strap around her forehead.
“Now the trick is to approach slowly while she looks around, take advantage of her limited vision to make her panic!” Simon whispered, throwing a rope over a branch and tightening the knot up the rope the way the circus had taught him. His vixens followed his advice and Cleo looked from side to side desperately trying to regain control and the psychological torture began. Simon left the rope for later planning to secure it to a metal loop on the top of the head-cage.
Andrea and Amy waited as Cassie and Lilly made their slow approach. Cleo looked from side to side, knowing this as part of the torture but unable to bring herself not to play Simon’s cruel game. Just as she was about to close her eyes something tickled her feet. She instinctively looked down to see the Sandy blonde wiggle her fingers menacing, then Amy tickled the other foot causing Cleo to look over at which point Andrea tickled again. Cassie and Lilly joined this game making Cleo panic and look around. Simon feathered her neck softly whilst Ingrid began her dreaded tummy tickles. Soon Lilly felt the need for revenge….
“Dig in girls!” She declared dancing her fingers in the outstretched hollows of Cleo’s underarms.
The torture began in earnest, Cleo thrashed and screamed into her ball-gag. Simon secured the head-cage to the rope limiting her movements. Amy produced a pair of toe-ties that pinned Cleo’s toes back to her ankles, these were not quite like the ones Helen had brought the previous day but held back all toes to small bar which was held in place by two straps running to the restraints just above Cleo’s ankles. Cleo screamed as her torture and bondage intensified. Ingrid had found that the backs of Cleo’s knees were more ticklish than her tummy but varied between the two targets. After securing Cleo’s toes Amy and Andrea tickled her feet for ten minutes using fingers and brushes. Amy revealed her new trick of oiling soles using a small sponge in a catering bag, this made the hairbrushes hellishly torturous especially the spikey one the two girls exchanged for the bobbly headed one which was better for socked and stockinged feet.
Cassie and Lilly used their fingers to drive Cleo into hell. Through extensive experimentation they discovered that soft silky gloves were best as opposed to the microfiber ones which Cleo had kindly provided. Lilly took time to explain each and every technique she knew to her African-Caribbean apprentice. Having each technique described slowly only made Cleo’s agony more intense. Cassie was an apt pupil and her administrations improved remarkably over the fifteen minutes before the first shift change. Cleo would have hung her head but it was held in place by the cage which only allowed her to move it slightly from side to side.
“You know I think you’re ready for your lesson at Cleo’s feet” Lilly smiled at Cassie, she was still as itchy as hell but was starting to return to her normal self.
Cassie smiled and switched places with Andrea. Lilly was sure her slave was hiding something from her but was too focused on extracting on Cleo to worry about it. Amy taught Cassie all the tricks she knew except for those involving feathers which were only briefly used to tickle between Cleo’s toes, not being deemed torturous enough a set of vibrating feathers and brushes were produced by Amy….
“My first homemade tickle-toy” She beamed as she fitted the cruel device to the toe-ties specifically designed to hold it in place.
“We are so proud!” Simon beamed.
“Yeah! Our precious little Amy making devious tickling devices just like Mummy and Daddy!” Lilly grinned.
“Now you try!” Amy beamed, switching the horrible device on, feathers buzzed between Cleo’s toes whilst the gap between her big and index toe had a modified electric toothbrush head at the base driving her insane.
Cassie attached the device carefully, fascinated by its cruel genius. Betty tickled Cleo’s abandoned arch with her nails as Cassie positioned each feather. Betty had brought more supplies after getting a text from Simon that Ingrid had joined the tickling. The next load remained in her car, although Betty had bought Nicole and Esther much to Andrea’s delight. Emily and Natalie had stayed behind to keep an eye on Helen and work on various projects for the event. Nicole joined Betty at Cleo’s feet bringing the total number of ticklers up to four. Amy instructed Cassie in the correct use of hairbrushes as she re-oiled Cleo’s arches. Betty and Nicole focused their nails and fingertips on Cleo’s heels and the tops of her helpless feet.
“Hey easy with that oil, we want to use these later!” Lilly reprimanded holding up Cleo’s microfiber gloves.
Cassie’s eyes opened wide at the gloves…
“So you do this kind of stuff all the time?” She asked Amy.
“As often as we can!” Amy replied, accepting a second sharp hairbrush from Betty.
Esther took control of Cleo’s knees, teasing the outstretched backs with her soft fingertips. Ingrid would occasionally assist her by squeezing the tops of Cleo’s knees but mostly focused on her captive’s tummy. Lilly changed places with Betty to join the fun at Cleo’s soles, the four women poured over Cleo’s soles like vixens over a kill. Andrea continued to tickle Cleo’s underarms with both hands, Betty meanwhile used one gloved hand to do the same whilst teasing Cleo’s nipples with a soft make-up brush. Andrea looked repulsed at first but her curiosity grew as Cleo’s nipples hardened despite her torment. Betty winked at her and said….
“She just loves this! If it wasn’t for the rest of her torture she would beg me not to stop”…
“That and the ball-gag!” Andrea replied.
“Hi how long has it been?” Simon asked.
He was met by a distracted mumble as eight women slowed their torture but refused to make-eye contact or answer.
“She was only supposed to suffer for twenty minutes right?” Simon asked again.
He was met by the same non-committal noise lacking any actual words…
“Do you think she has learnt her lesson?” Simon asked in his circus masters tones.
“No!” a definitive chorus replied.
“Have you learnt your lesson?” Simon asked.
Cleo tried to nod but due to the rope on the head-cage she could shake her head.
“What you haven’t….?” Betty asked feigning surprise.
“So you want the tickling to stop!” Simon asked.
Cleo desperately tried to nod but Simon had secured the head-cage to a lower branch of the tree behind her making any vertical movement impossible. Her frantic efforts translated into a horizontal movement as she struggled.
“No???” Betty asked… “Okay guess we will have to keep tickling then!” she continued to the delight of Andrea and the rest of the torture party.
Andrea accepted a soft make-up brush and copied the slow circles around Cleo’s perky breasts getting ever closer to her hardening nipples….
“Does she really like this?” Andrea asked amazed.
“Sort of….” Betty replied… “She enjoys herself but can’t orgasm without…. Help!”
Andrea glanced down to Cleo’s pussy. As she did she caught Esther’s gaze, the Goth shyly looked away…
‘Hmmm’ Andrea thought remembering the fantasy Amy described.
The girls rotated and Esther swapped places with Simon to Cleo’s distress. The circus master had a mastery over Cleo whilst Esther’s neck tickles matched those delivered by Emily. Andrea took another turn at Cleo’s feet, slapping them to raise the sensitivity. Amy explained this technique to Cassie whose eyes widened again, amazed at the extent of cruel techniques these people knew. Cleo’s pleas for mercy intensified and Simon removed the head-cage. Her tearstained eyes called out desperately as she screamed into her ball-gag. A bucket was already provided when Simon removed the ball-gag to release her pleas for a toilet break.
“Couldn’t let you ruin the grass!” Ingrid chimed as Cleo relived herself, humiliated.
“Please stop!” Cleo begged, she had broken a long time ago but her torture had continued unabated.
“Why?” Lilly asked, her face and voice as stern as stone.
“I only agreed to twenty minutes!” Cleo begged.
“Yes! Not nice to be disobeyed!” Simon added.
“Remember putting the itching powder on Emily?” Lilly asked coldly.
“That wasn’t as bad as the stuff I used on you!” Cleo protested unaware of the contradictory nature of her protest.
“Really?!” Lilly asked, astounded at Cleo’s appeal.
“Well maybe we have some itching powder somewhere!” Betty added.
“PLEASE NO!” Cleo begged.
“Then perhaps we will leave you here until the event next week!” Amy added.
“No not that!” Cleo begged desperate and helpless.
“Why not?” Simon asked.
“You have patrons wanting to be tickled by me!” Cleo tried, thinking on her feet.
“Oh and you don’t think we can find another dominatrix to call herself Mistress Cleo whilst you suffer!” Betty added.
“Please! I will give you money!” Cleo begged.
“And where do you get your money?” Simon asked.
“I….I…. I’m a professional dominatrix!” Cleo tried.
“So it isn’t from daddy then?” Andrea added remembering the biter complaints made about this spoilt little rich girl turned Dominatrix.
“I… I…. My father….” Cleo began.
“Doesn’t know about your little fetish!” Simon asked.
Cleo remained silent, her reprieve had lasted long enough for her rebellious spirit to re-surface. She knew she was in trouble, her father had no idea about her nefarious side-line as a dominatrix. She had wormed her way back into his affections after her older brothers had messed up big-time. Her time as an acrobat was dismissed as the foolishness of youth and long forgotten. But if this was revealed she would be cut off.
“…I will take that as a yes!” Simon concluded.
“Perhaps we should get some pictures, Amy added.
“No!” Cleo protested struggling helplessly.
“So what are we going to do?” Simon asked.
“Keep tickling her!” Most of the girl’s replied….
“Make her get tickled at the event!” Betty suggested….
“Get a picture of her as collateral!” Cassie added….
“All of the above!” Andrea concluded.
With evil grins and sadistic smiles Cassie’s suggestion of blackmail was taken gleefully. Cleo looked a treat, as the photo-session continued her tickle torture resumed slowly. Andrea and Betty tickled her nipples with the brushes whilst her foot tickles slowed to a teasing torment. The devices between her toes were removed to allow feathers to explore the helpless valleys between each toes. As Cleo squirmed her pussy grew wetter and more engorged…
“Please!.... Please!” Cleo begged.
“Please what?” Betty asked, pretending not to understand.
“More tickling?” Andrea asked.
Cleo shook her head, free of the tickle cage she was able to do so. She was not able to talk however; Silent laughter kept her in agony. Lilly had followed through on her threat to use the microfiber gloves and was cruelly scratching away at Cleo’s arches. She demonstrated the correct use of the gloves to Cassie who proved a quick learner. Lilly added a set of fake nails to her gloved hands and thanked Amy for her transportable box of tickle-toys.
“Quite a thing for a master-tickler to share her skills with both apprentice and journey-goth!” Simon added whilst taking pictures, he would have to edit them so only Cleo was identifiable.
“Please… please…. PLEASE!!!!” Cleo begged, teetering on the edge of an orgasm from the nipple tickles.
“Please what?” Simon asked, gesturing ‘it’s a film’ by rotating one arm, winking at his companions for their co-operation.
“Let me cum!” Cleo begged, unaware she was being filmed.
“Beg us! Using your full name!” Betty added.
Cleo obliged revealing her full name to both her torturers and the camera.
“Okay by tongue, feather or one of Amy’s toys?” Lilly asked.
“Any! Don’t care!” Cleo begged, sure she would explode if not allowed the release she craved.
“How about these!” Amy asked, producing a pair of remote controlled panties sporting black leather, chainmail and a padlock on either hip.
“Oh! And one more thing!....” Lilly added as the panties were secured to Cleo’s pulsating, writhing pussy.
“Orgasm in the next five minutes and we will tickle you for an hour and make you resist again!” Lilly wanted Cleo to suffer.
“Noo!.. I… I… I Can’t!” Cleo begged as the floodgates opened.
The tickling did not stop as Cleo tipped over the edge of an orgasm that would have rang out amongst the hills had her ball-gag not been replaced. She bit down hard on it as each of her multiple orgasms made her more sensitive to the relentless tickle-torture. Cassie had backed away, a little perturbed…
“You probably don’t want a red feather if this upsets you!” Amy teased.
“I… I’m okay!” Cassie answered. “Just a little…”
“It’s okay!” Amy said with a wink.
Cleo torment continued, Cassie took a break to examine the many tickling devices. Andrea and Lilly worked closely together with Amy to truly torment Cleo. Andrea smiled at Lilly, her former concerns forgotten. Eventually Cleo passed out exhausted from her ordeal, hanging from her tickle hammock.
“So which device for her next hour?” Lilly asked.
“Your choice Lil!” Simon replied… “We have work to do, but feel free to torture her for as long as you like, you didn’t deserve the itch.. itching powder…”
Simon’s apology to Lilly was interrupted by his wife who had noticed his twitching…
“I think we have found a prize for the best tickler” Betty added, changing the subject.
The other prizes were discussed; most ticklish, best laugh, prettiest feet, most sensitive, loudest scream…..
As discussion continued the torture party dispersed and set about arranging and assembling the devices of restraint. There was also a map of the castle indicating the red and pink zones as well as a ‘sanctuary’ and an area for food. Andrea learnt that the pink zone featured nudity whilst the red zone feature ‘tickling and direct stimulation of the sexual regions’. The shower Lilly had used to reduce the effect of the itching powder was situated between them, many signs were also being painted; most stencils of the events rules others indicating the many areas. Meanwhile Cleo was transported by Ingrid to her punishment for climaxing too early.
Lilly first trapped Cleo in a barrel, a large hole for her head was flanked by two for her wrists. Cleo’s arms poked through holes in the side of the barrel at each elbow whilst her wrists were secured to the top of the barrel. A second hole below each arm-hole could be opened to explore each underarm. Similar holes allowed access to the backs of Cleo’s knee and also her pussy which was safely protected by the panties which would threaten her with another tickling session if she could not resist their vibrations. It was Cleo’s feet that were the main focus of Lilly’s revenge though. Her toes were tied back to the barrel using holes drilled into the lid behind each ankle-hole. Cleo was gagged but her protests kept the girls entertained as they worked. Each couldn’t resist joining Lilly on short breaks for the first hour as Lilly tormented her nemesis. Cleo’s suffering did not stop her being brought to a climax by the vibrating panties which kept a small device on exactly the right spot. Cleo did not even need her nipples to be tickled this time and orgasmed after four minutes of tickling desperately trying to maintain control as the last of the sand drained through the hourglass.
Next Lilly stretched Cleo on the new rack, making full use of the safety catch to trick Cleo into believing her back was being broken. Lilly turned her victim’s terror into humiliation as she tickled her nipples until she moaned into her ball-gag. Lilly unlocked the quim soaked panties and cleaned Cleo’s pussy with a sponge after the first half of her victim’s torture. Cleo moaned approaching orgasm before her hour was even up. Simon brought forth a feather wheel the red zone. The many holes in the workbench lent themselves to positioning it perfectly to tickle Cleo’s pussy. Lilly returned to Cleo’s nipples where Betty had taken her place. Cleo’s feet were also tickled by Andrea and Amy as she was brought to screaming giggling orgasm before her hour was up.
“Hmm climaxing during your hour-long punishment…” Lilly teased…..
“…Better make the next session two hours” The vengeful Geisha continued.
“Nooo!” Cleo begged as the feathers drove her to another orgasm, unlike the ones in the torture box she was not held on the threshold.
“Or perhaps you should need my permission from now on!” Lilly continued.
Andrea examined the smile on Lilly’s face and remembered her earlier concerns.
Cleo’s torture continued until she could take no more. In honour of Emily Lilly eventually covered her from head to-toe in itching powder, coating the inside of a pair of Andrea’s socks and pulling them over Cleo’s feet. Cleo was trapped in a straight-jacket and rolled into a carpet. She was carried to the van screaming into her ball-gag. She had passed out by the time the van returned to Simon and Betty’s.
In the van Andrea broached her concerns about Lilly’s past project to brainwash a woman into being a tickle slave using orgasms. Lilly reassured her, she had been different before finding friends to share her fetish with.
“Oh you loved it long before that night at mine!” Lilly teased.
Andrea smiled remembering the tickling and vibrator play with Lilly and Amy.
Upon returning to the centre of operations it was discovered that work had progressed throughout the afternoon. The feather necklaces had been finished to the current list of attendees with a few spare. Also a lot of the collars had been finished. Each attendee was assigned a number to allow them to be identified whilst maintaining anonymity, this idea was introduced after the feathers. This number was engraved on a circular pendant similar to those worn by pets. Others were designed to be worn on the wrist depending on the attendee’s preferences. Some had been engraved with pseudonyms in addition to the attendee’s number. Natalie and Emily were thanked for their hard work as Cleo was taken upstairs to join Helen. Helen had slept fitfully and would sleep well when finally set free. The ticklish nightmare that had replaced her dreams of tickling her co-worker mercilessly had exhausted her.
After socialising and helping with the event preparation Andrea went to check up on her slave. Upon finding her half-awake she stroked Helen’s hair lovingly and asked her about work the next day. Helen wasn’t sure if she was dreaming…..
“So you will keep my secret?” The Sandy Blonde asked.
“Do I have a choice?” Helen asked.
Andrea thought of Lilly’s attempts to condition a tickle slave and shuddered. Suddenly realising all Helen had suffered.
“Well I don’t want to be exposed…. Of course you will be too!...” Andrea began.
“I never would have…” Helen interrupted.
“You threatened to!” Andrea snapped, remembering Helen’s threats to out her if she didn’t talk.
“…Well I won’t force you to wear the boots but the belt and the thing in your belly button will be kept as a precaution” Andrea continued.
Helen nodded, glad to be spared the horrible boots.
“We have reprogrammed it so it only activated if I press a button on this….” Andrea demonstrated her necklace with the transmitter.
“… or if you come within three feet of me” Andrea threatened, remembering how Helen had pounced on her and pinned her down.
“Okay” Helen answered.
“Also I want you to wear those black heels and tan nylons tomorrow at work….” Andrea added
“…And dangle them off your toes for me!” Andrea continued.
Helen nodded remembering catching Andrea watching her shoe-play under her desk and loving teasing the once shy blonde.
“And I will text you, you are to come either here or to mine each evening after work” Andrea concluded.
Helen sighed, so the torture was to continue.
“Can I tickle some of the other women?” Helen asked, desperate to at least get something out of this hellish weekend other than good ideas for merciless tickle torture.
“I will think about it” Andrea replied, closing the door and returning downstairs, she had a few hours more and wanted to watch Natalie and Emily tickle Nicole as their reward for a day’s work.
“I wouldn’t put up with that if I were you!” Cleo added a few minutes later…
Helen did not know the other woman was awake. She had remained perfectly still in her straightjacket despite the itching powder. The temptation to rub one socked foot against the other was infuriating but she knew if she was to regain control she had to pretend to be asleep. The itching powder was weak anyway and had worn off for the most part after several hours. Amateurs, Cleo thought rubbing one foot against the other, it doesn’t even get stronger if you rub it in!
Many weeks of experimentation had led Cleo to the perfect blend from her supplier’s. She had used the more persuadable of her clients and upon occasion her own skin to formulate the most infuriating irritant, beyond any legal limits imposed upon human endurance. She hoped it tortured Lilly still.
“…. So what do you recommend?” Helen asked nervously.
“Leave it up to me, I will get us revenge on all of them” The dominatrix answered.
“I want the sandy blonde, that oriental bitch and the twee little princess… Oh not forgetting that would-be-mistress of a Goth-girl!” Cleo ranted bitterly, careful to keep her voice down.
“I just want Andrea” Helen answered.
‘Andrea!’ Cleo thought… ‘That is her name!’ She couldn’t remember the pseudonym the Sandy Blonde had used at the beach.
“We might have to share, but there will be enough ticklish skin to go around!” Cleo replied.
A few hours later Andrea returned for Helen. Her slave followed through on her promise to tease her mistress with glimpses of her nylon clad feet the next week, she even kept the other foot sticking out as she curled up the leg and sat on it. In the evenings she either visited her mistress or was tickled elsewhere, including her own flat. Helen even got a chance to do some tickling as she asked at a game's night and left feeling like part of the group. On the Thursday and Friday however she and Nicole were used as stress relief for the event organisers; occupying a set of 'punishment stocks' along with Esther and Natalie who at times took a turn. Helen suffered the lion's share of torment though and the dominatrix's offer began to become more attractive as she was tormented in an uncomfortable and humiliating positions.
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