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Matilda's revenge mfff/ff

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Hi has been a while since the 'Matilda on the Flypaper' story, which this is a sequel too. First part here;

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?266257-Matilda-tickled-on-the-fly-paper-ff-f


And yes these characters will appear again at the Castle tickling event (CTE)


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Matilda smiled as she wandered around the amusement park. She had been here so many times after first moving to England and once when visiting her family back when she lived in Germany. It had been a week since her so called friends Claire & Lauren had tricked and tickled her. At first she had been shaken by the experience, dreaming the awful spider’s web dream where she struggled like a captured fly as her entire body was tickled mercilessly. Eventually Matilda’s persistent spirit asserted itself and she resumed her affirmative stride towards improving the world, whether it liked it or not!


Matilda didn’t follow any other school-friends around the amusement park. They were all too slow and prone to distraction rather than doing things properly. She particularly avoided Claire and Lauren, she had hated every second of being tickle-tortured at their cruel nails and secretly wanted revenge. Matilda was set for life, she had been given everything she wanted, her first choice of University and even a bursary that so many other students had failed to even apply for! And yet still she longed for revenge.


Her cousin Mark was probably working at the park today. What was it he did? Something Medieval… Matilda cringed remembering entering the study in her uncle’s house to find Mark watching a video of two women tickling one another. She had never spoken of what she saw but things had always been awkward at family events since. The memory reminded Matilda of her recent ticklish experiences, Matilda hated the feeling of being tickled, of being out of control and being trapped! Finally she found distraction from these thoughts as she reached one of her favourite parts of the park.


“The Mouth of Hell !!!”



Matilda had been so scared the first time she was taken round this part of the park as a child. After the cowboys and the dinosaurs there was a horror area. One of the attractions was a large demonic head visitors entered through the gaping maws and horrible teeth. Inside were lanterns and staircases heading to windows to see out of the demon’s eyes to see the queue to enter. At the back of the demons skull was a maze, the only other way out was to crawl through a tiny tunnel leading to the tongue which served as a slide. Typically children could do this but adults could not. Matilda had been so scared until only she and the other children could escape. She remembered the great sense of joy as they slipped away along the underground tunnel that led to the medieval village whilst the adults struggled to find their way out of the maze.


Matilda knew she was too broad in the shoulder now; she could probably manage it but the last time it had been a real struggle, she had not grown much but dreaded getting stuck. As Matilda squeezed through the turnstile in the demon’s left mandible she spotted Claire whispering evilly to an unseen accomplice. Fearing the worst Matilda stealthily hid behind one of the stalagmites that supported the cavern-like structure. Matilda spotted Lauren too, she could hear a young mother calling to her children. This was a common occurrence, children could give their parents the slip to cause all kinds of mischief as their supervisors negotiated the maze to find them. Matilda had actually waited for her family to find her upon her childhood visit, and been rewarded for her good behaviour…. She still remembered that sense of freedom when running through the tunnel though….


Her fond memories were interrupted by the malevolent approach of Claire and Lauren upon the kicking legs of the young mother, desperate to prevent her children from causing mayhem the trapped Yummy Mummy was in danger of losing her dark brown Birkenstocks.


“Do you need a hand?” Claire asked, her cruel intent obvious to Matilda but unknown to the distressed and soon-to-be desperate young-mother.


Lauren and Claire grabbed the woman’s legs and made a play of pushing them before sitting and wrapping each ankle up in their long sensual legs. Unlike Matilda they did not hide their beauty, Lauren wore a cream sundress whilst Claire wore a green tunic with dark burgundy leggings. Matilda watched as if in a daze as the pair tickled the helpless and distraught woman. First teasing her arches though her sandals which offered little protection. Neither torturer could resist for long. Soon they slowly removed the double strapped suede Birkenstocks to reveal a large pair of ticklish feet. Their victim had slight callouses on her heels and the balls of her feet but the arches between were soft and pink. Her toes were held back to stretch the soft sensitive skin which suffered terrible under Claire and Lauren’s sharp nails. The red-faced woman’s threats had progressed to a desperate plea for mercy after the first minute of torture….


“Please!.... Please!!!.... Stop!!!!” She begged…..


Claire and Lauren showed no mercy and focused their efforts, giggling as they tortured the poor woman to madness. Somehow, through sheer force of will the maddening mother struggled through the tunnel. It would take weeks of physiotherapy to put right the strain she put on her body, which she could barely afford after the many sweets and toy guns her children had bought with money from her purse!


Meanwhile in the cavern Lauren and Claire stood wishing their victim had not been able to crawl away, ‘why didn’t they keep a better hold on their victim!’ Each thought…. The plump young mother had seemed to swell as she was tickled, turning a delicious dark pink as she screamed. Her swelling body had filled the tunnel and she had screamed for someone to help her. No rescuers had come forth though and the only way to escape her tickle hell was to push through the pain, almost dislocating her shoulder in the process. If she hadn’t received her sandals promptly from her unseen assailants she would have found someone to complain to, she had to find her errant children first though!


The two cruel young women looked at one another. Each would go to University in a week or so, each was nervous, each anticipated the experiences to come. Lauren could not wait for the adventures the world offered whilst Claire longed to meet new people and tickle them mercilessly. Lauren knew if she went first she would be tickled…


“After you!” Claire smiled.

“Oh no! After you….” Lauren replied.

“Want to miss the medieval show?” Claire teased.


Lauren quivered. She had rushed ahead after the ginger temptress had shown her the pictures of the stocks; gorgeous women, barefoot and suffering at feathers and fingers. How Claire had found it Lauren didn’t know, aside from tickling Matilda the two girls had enjoyed many a tickle-fight but never discussed their interest in tickling torture. Claire was the most devious and cruel whilst Lauren normally just chuckled along to her friend’s cruel schemes, she didn’t know it but without her nervous laughter the ginger temptress would not be capable of such wickedness: Lauren was an enabler!


Eventually Claire persuaded her to wriggle through the tunnel, complementing her figure and promising not to trap her like the red-faced single-mother currently searching for her errant children. From her hiding place Matilda remembered the sensation of Lauren’s sharp pink nails. This was her chance! In her colourful trainers she made the space from the faux-stalactite to the tunnel without even alerting Claire who was focused on her friend’s sandaled feet and attempting to resist the urge to break her promise…


Before Claire could give-in to her sadistic nature Lauren squealed….


“No Claire! You promised!” Lauren protested as she was pulled back out of the tunnel…

“Ohh! That’s not me sweetie!” Claire replied, loving the desperation in her friend’s voice.

“Wh-ha-ha-HAA-ha-at?!” Lauren cried, as Matilda’s fingertips found her arches though her sandals.

“Seems little Matilda wants revenge for all those tickles we gave her” Claire chimed, the gentle Irish lilt in her voice disguising her delight at this unexpected surprise.


Matilda ignored Claire and wrapped her ankles around Lauren’s ankles trapping her pale sensitive feet. Lauren’s white Roman-style sandals offered her little protection but still Matilda clumsily began to fiddle with the straps.


“Here let me help you!” Claire cruelly offered.

“Cla-aire!” Lauren screamed.

“What I promised I wouldn’t trap you, I didn’t say anything about your shoes!” Claire teased.


Matilda just focused her rage upon Lauren’s soles whilst Claire giggled and unbuckled the long strappy sandals that criss-crossed Lauren’s magnificent legs. Lauren’s screams turned to silent laughter as Matilda’s fingertips frantically danced over her soft arches…


“Come to think of it, I didn’t say anything about not tickling your feet!” Claire teased, as she slipped off Lauren’s final sandal.

“Noooo!” Lauren screamed with her last breathe as Claire settled down to join Matilda.


Soon Claire wrapped her legs around her best friend’s lower calves and began using her cruel red nails to scribble horrible patterns over the soft arches she had spent many a night lusting after….


“Now here’s a trick!... Hold back her big-toes like this!” Claire gleefully cooed to Lauren’s protests.


Matilda forgot her torments at Claire’s nails and obeyed, she found the advice sound and drove her victim into hysteria. Lauren could no longer laugh, no longer scream. Only beg the silent desperate pleas for mercy that, if given sound would have fallen on deaf ears. Claire continued to teach Matilda all the tricks she knew, enjoying the shy brunette’s quick obedience to adopt every new technique.


“You need to grow your nails!...” Claire teased.


Matilda smiled and tried to use her short well-trimmed nails. She wasn’t a patch on Claire though! The evil ginger vixen was totally focused on torturing her friend’s soles, she would lose this friend soon she knew it! Any promises of eternal friendship would soon be forgotten as the popular blonde made new friends, Claire punished her friend’s disloyal soles in advance for their wanderings. She did not even notice as Matilda slipped away to the maze, finding a little alcove to spy on the delicious torture. She only had a few minutes of sadistic schadenfreude as Lauren begged and squirmed, suffering worse than the tickle-fights she always lost. All too soon though Claire let her victim go…


“Promise you will write!” Claire teased as the heavenly blonde wriggled away.


As Claire delivered her friend’s sandals through the tunnel Matilda knew that her former accomplice would enter the maze soon. She had memorised the route from her last visit; Matilda did not quite have a photographic memory but knew she was above average from the tests her mother had made her take. The panic of Claire’s cruel nails made her lose focus through and she made a few wrong turns. She was sure she could hear her nightmare’s boots just behind her! As she rushed to escape from the cruel Celtic Banshee, Matilda found herself back in the cavern. Another doorway concealed in shadows led her back into the scene of recent tickling torture.


Matilda could hear Claire behind her! She considered crawling through the tunnel but feared getting trapped like Lauren and the desperate single mother. Matilda quickly found a good hiding place as her pursuer burst into the cavern. Matilda watched terrified as her nightmare looked around, sure a ticklish quarry was ahead of her. Whilst Matilda had been running Claire had been chasing, the fiendish fox looked furtively around the silly plastic cavern. Matilda tied to hold her breathing, she was utterly terrified. The prospect of having her trainers and ankle-socks peeled away by this vindictive huntress filled her with a cold dread. She breathed a barely contained sigh of relief as her nightmare knelt and began to wriggle into the tunnel.


Matilda’s terror turned to excitement. Now was her chance; her revenge on Lauren had only peaked her craving for revenge. Claire’s dark Green boots were quickly disappearing down the narrow tunnel. Matilda made the ground quickly and grabbed Claire’s ankles. She was delighted by the surprised little squeak as she pulled her former tormentor back through the tunnel until she could trap the pale ankles between her legs. The treat offered by her nemesis’s flailing green boots delighted Matilda, she quickly found the zips to remove the tight, stylish ankle boots to reveal Claire’s pale pink feet. Matilda savoured removing Claire’s boots and socks, she was alone but would not have cared if the committee from her admissions interview had walked into the cavern…


“So you want revenge! Eh?” Claire teased, hoping to somehow gain the upper hand.


Matilda did not answer but gently teased Claire’s arches with her fingertips. Claire’s giggles were delightful, all dominance was lost within seconds as the soft soles writhed and tried to escape. Matilda knew she would never get another chance like this and frantically began to use her short nails as much as possible. Remembering the techniques her devious victim had taught her Matilda tickled with wild abandon. Claire squirmed and tried not to beg, she thumped the plastic tunnel in her desperation enraged she had fallen victim to the same trap as Lauren. Matilda had learnt all of Claire’s cruel tricks and even used a new one. Finding Claire’s feet difficult to control she slipped a hair tie from her wrist and wrapped it around both her big-toes. She found that the area underneath Claire’s toes especially ticklish, she remembering feathers and electric toothbrushes being especially bad and cursed that she did not have any.


Eventually Matilda grew self-aware of the approaching crowd, she could hear school children and decided it was time to let Claire go. She pushed Claire through the tunnel by her feet so she could not return to extract revenge. She posted Claire’s boots after balling up her socks inside. As Claire swore revenge whilst putting her boots back on Matilda fled, she knew which way she went wrong and quickly darted through the maze and made her way to the medieval area. She avoided the exit from the tunnel and kept an eye out for any pursuers.


As she approached the medieval area of the theme park she heard a familiar sound; laughter, the specific female laughter that results from ticklish torture. Matilda slunk to the back of the small crowd, spotting Lauren and keeping out of eyeshot. A small stage was set up in a square tent demonstrating a pair of stocks. Mark was directing the torture, using two feathers to tickle the poor blonde’s underarms which trapped along with her head in a pillory that closed on a hinge. Matilda’s eyes opened wide as three women in medieval dress tickled the poor women’s feet which were locked a large pair of wooden stocks. All three seemed to enjoy their task, none more so than a voluptuous auburn wench who used her long cruel nails on both arches. Her blonde and brunette accomplices held their victim’s toes back with one hand and tickled the soft space underneath with the other.


The stocks closed from the outside, to the left was an open second set, she squirmed remembering discovering Mark watching that video when she thought the house was empty.


Matilda sidled towards the stocks, keeping an eye on Lauren who was transfixed upon the hysterical blonde. A curtain was drawn and Matilda heard the woman being released, she slipped into the tent and caught Mark’s arm…


“Oh hullo Mattie!” He stumbled.

“Can I pick the next victims?” She quickly asked.

“Erm! What?” Mark asked confused.

“The next ‘volunteers’ they tickled me and I want to get them back!” Matilda quickly whispered aware of the hungry stares she was getting from the three wenches.

“Okay but not a word to anyone about this!” Mark whispered, remembering that Sunday afternoon when he thought he was alone.

“One condition!” The Auburn wench interjected, holding up a spare dress for Matilda.


The curtains were opened and Mark began his speech to the crowd. He demonstrated a pair of thumbscrews, asking on of his lovely assistants to turn the screws. Matilda listened as she slipped the dress over her T-shirt and removed her jeans from underneath. One of the wenches handed her a pair of soft leather slippers. She attempted to refuse but shuddered under the whispered threat…


“Unless you want a turn barefoot like your friends?....” Margaret, the red haired wench teased


Meanwhile on stage Mark finished turning a small toy rack stretching a little straw doll. Matilda spotted Claire jostling for position by Lauren…. ‘Not long now!’ she thought.


“Okay so now is the time to demonstrate the stocks! Used to punish and humiliate perpetrators of small crimes in public….”

Matilda held her breath as Mark spoke.

“…. Now we need a volunteer or two to demonstrate these! Anyone interested?”

No-one spoke but the wenches and guards had already been given their cue…

“Yes lovely! You two at the back!” Mark declared pointing at Lauren and Claire.


Despite their initial protests both Lauren and Claire were directed to the stocks. Lauren giggled as she was guided to the stocks meanwhile a guard had picked up Claire in a fireman’s lift. She pounded the beefy woman’s back unaware of her captor’s gender. A lanky, skinny male guard in a matching uniform held her Pole-axe along with his own as she brought the wiry kicking banshee to the stocks. Lauren allowed herself to be locked in the stocks resisting only when her high Roman sandals were unbuckled in advance, she knew she would be tickled again but how bad could it be?


Claire meanwhile was frantic. The tickling at Matilda’s fingertips had been bad enough but like this! In public! Her efforts were rewarded by a jab in the ribs from the guard who returned to her post flanking the stage. Mark’s talk continued despite Claire’s desperate attempts to escape, as he reached the end her boots were already being removed by two of the wenches who knew they were in for a treat by the frantic struggles.


Lauren played ball and giggled softly as the blonde wench softly tickled her delicious feet with a feather. Claire meanwhile was frantically trying to escape her bonds as the other two wenches used their cruel nails to torment her thrashing soles…
“Seems we have started early!” Mark concluded making his way to tickle Claire’s upper body.


Matilda joined the one wench tickling Lauren. Her victim’s eyes open wide as she approached, she used her fingertips to drive the helpless blonde to hysteria. The torture lasted longer than usual, normally they couldn’t risk tickling their ‘volunteers’ for very long but these two were so popular with the crowd and the atmosphere so electric. All five ticklers had to take a turn at each victim’s soles, Claire tried to threaten Matilda through ragged breaths and was rewarded with a cloth gag. All too soon the curtains where drawn and the crowd grumbled.


“Time to let these two out!” Mark sighed.

“Not just yet!” Matilda pleaded.

“Sorry Mat’ can’t risk it!” Mark replied.

“..But they tickled me all night!” She protested.

Mark stopped… “Is this true?” he demanded.


Lauren nodded helplessly whilst Claire shook her head vehemently. Matilda recounted her torture on the flypaper and subsequent torture throughout the night. Two of the wenches stood aghast, Margaret on the other hand seemed enthralled and even asked Matilda a few questions before getting a sharp look from Mark. He loved to tickle women and normally hearing this story would have turned him on, but somehow it being his little cousin Mattie made it an affront to his honour.


“So you were abducted?” Mark asked.


“I think that earns them at least one more session!” Margaret suggested grinning evilly.


The other two wenches agreed and secured their victim’s gags and tied their toes back to the stocks; a luxury they were usually denied. The curtain was opened to reveal Lauren and Claire struggling gagged and barefoot in the stocks. Spotting several familiar faces in the crowd Mark embellished his section on the inquisition…


“Interestingly when started, interrogations could never be stopped until a full confession had been made…. They could however be…. Suspended!”


Half the crowd laughed, Lauren’s frantic struggles seemed comical whilst Claire’s stoical slump convinced the crowd these two genuinely wanted a second turn. The tickling put the first session to shame, the wenches were particularly cruel using a variety of brushes on soles and underarms. Mark focused on Claire; sensing she was the ringleader, her soles were already receiving a thorough brushing so mark focused on her ribs and underarms finding the worst spots to return to them. Matilda sat in between the stocks using one hand on each of her ‘friends’ arches, the wenches focused on the toes using soft brushes with larger brushes for the other foot.


The crowd loved the more intense torture. The highlight came as an angry woman in Birkenstocks declared that these two had tickled her and was given a turn on stage, something that usually was not allowed. Her furious fingertips drove both Lauren and Claire to madness. Lauren had begun to plead with the crowd through her gag, her best puppy eyes were ineffective and she found no mercy from the sea of blurred faces. Claire’s frantic struggles had given way to a helpless seething malaise. Matilda sneakily slipped both Claire and Lauren’s phones out of their bags and took photos of their torture. Again the curtain was closed to the disappointment of the growing crowd, which had yet to include any of the trio’s school friends…


“Now we really need to let these two go!” Mark declared.

“Just one more!” Matilda pleaded.

“I never want to stop tickling this one!” Margaret declared, gesturing to Lauren.

“And this one clearly deserves to be tortured for her sins!” Samantha, the blonde wench grinned.

“Perhaps we should bring them to that event…” Kimberley, her devious brunette friend suggested.

“Event?” Matilda asked.

“Yeah at a Castle!” Kimberley replied with a smile.


Lauren’s gag was removed and she was offered a drink of water, Claire was re-gagged after trying to scream. Matilda cruelly showed both of her tormentors the photos she had taken and made a play of sharing them to facebook. Lauren was particularly scared and begged for Matilda not to share them, she hated the idea! The last the thing he wanted was to be ‘That girl who got tickled’ in her new life at Uni, she didn’t mind the way Claire always tickled her the thought of being abducted as a first year prank horrified her.


Claire meanwhile remained stoic and mumbled something into her gag, her eyes were full of rage but the volume of her last outburst had dissipated.


“What was that?” Margaret asked, removing her gag.

“Let us out now or I will sue!” Claire slowly threatened, her normally soft and playful Irish voice full of a cold steely menace.

“You tickled me far worse than this!” Matilda interjected.

“Which you have no evidence for!” Claire snapped….

“Now we don’t want any trouble…” Mark began.

“Now hang on a minute…” Margaret interjected grabbing Claire’s phone, she was sure temptress with the lighter ginger hair she always wanted had the sparkle.

“Not stupid enough to have anything under pictures….” Margaret continued, speaking to herself.

Claire tried to hide her concern, she knew what was hidden on her phone….

“Aha!” Margaret declared.


Claire froze, the bitch had found the files on her phone she kept her tickling images in. She had been so clever putting them in a pdf document and leaving the first page blank. As the wench scrolled through her favourite images she strutted and showed them to entire tent.


“I suppose you wouldn’t want this file uploaded to your facebook page!” Margaret triumphantly declared.

“Do your worst! I’ll see you in court!” Claire retorted.

“Wait what’s this one!” Her accuser answered turning the phone to reveal a picture of Matilda blindfolded and gagged wrapped in plastic.

“Claire!” Lauren declared, shocked.


The first picture showed her soles with the toes tied back. She was wrapped in plastic and her gagged and blindfolded face visible in the background. The next picture showed Lauren tickling her soles, totally transfixed and unaware of her friend snapping away. Matilda was identifiable though. Matilda trembled, she had tried to forget the torturous night which melded seamlessly with her spider nightmares. No she knew why she couldn’t move! Now she remembered the tortures she had suffered.


“Seems like we do have evidence of your little abduction….” Mark concluded.


Claire was trapped, she didn’t want everyone to see her current predicament, let alone her personal supply of tickling images!


“Okay what do you want?” She sighed.

“Three things!” Margaret chirped.

“One; another quick session at your soles in front of the crowd…”

“Two; you will accompany us to a tickling event where you will be masked and tickled by us and others…”

“Three; a copy of this image here!...” Margaret concluded turning the phone to Claire to reveal a black and white cartoon of a woman being tickling another at the beach.

“Really!” Samantha interjected, she enjoyed tickling pretty women but Margaret’s obsession scared her sometimes.

“Yes! My version has the toes and speech bubble cropped out because the person sharing it got rid of the artist’s signature!” Margaret retorted.


Matilda grinned as Claire composed herself, knowing she was trapped. Lauren squirmed as Matilda menaced posting a picture of her previous torture with the caption ‘My new Hobby!’ She circled her finger above the submit button. She almost slipped and posted it but cancelled the process as Claire spoke…


“Okay so demands two and three I agree to without modification, but I want Matilda here to be a look out for our final session. The moment anyone from our school or anyone who knows us is on the path she stops the show!” Claire proposed, already well suited for the law degree she was due to start.

“Very well!” Mark agreed.


The next torture session lasted around ten minutes. Claire cursed dragging Lauren to this part of the theme park whilst their other friends dawdled. Matilda was tempted to leave Claire and Lauren on display as she spotted the first of their classmates arriving up the path. She thought of the event though; Mark had offered her the chance to come along and not be tickled. As the curtains were drawn for the fourth time a nearly delirious Lauren agreed to the terms and conditions on Mark’s palm-top computer. Claire made a pose of reading them but was rewarded with an increasingly torturous foot tickle…


“You know what you’re signing up for!” Kimberley teased.


Arrangements were made. Margaret bluetoothed both Claire’s ‘special’ files and the photo’s Matilda had taken of her friend’s current ticklish predicament. Friend requests were sent so the incriminating evidence could be shared if either hostage got cold feet. Margaret and Kimberley were set to take the pair under escort to the event, meanwhile Mark would take Samantha and Matilda. The event was before either hostage was due to start University, and each 18 year old dreaded the tortures they would suffer. Lauren felt a sense of shame for what she had done to Matilda, she had been tickled far less today and had never known such torment. Claire meanwhile seethed at defeat, Margaret had completely out manoeuvred her. She could not help but muttering;


“How did you know?” twitching her soft pale feet as Margaret released the toe-ties.

“Oh! It takes one to know one!” Margaret retorted, pulling her phone from a pouch and opening her own personal supply of tickling images.


Claire was astounded, such brash confidence. She had already noticed the evil glimmer in her tormentor’s eyes. Aside from having the darker, tighter auburn curls Claire always wanted Margaret, looked very similar to Claire. She had the same pale skin with a few less freckles, same sharp but beautiful features. Margaret had similar taste in tickling pictures too, lots of women tickling women in tight restrictive bondage, perhaps this event wouldn’t be so bad.


“If you could stop flirting Marge!” Samantha interjected, helping an exhausted Lauren from the stocks.

“Oh Mattie, you need to sign too” Kimberley interjected, trying to change the subject.

“What is this? Yellow feather agreement?” Matilda asked, confused.

“Yeah it works out cheaper” Samantha replied.

“Your cousin Mark is our master…” Kimberley continued smiling serenely.

“Except mine!” Margaret chimed in; she had forked out for a blue feather necklace, not liking the idea of being anyone’s “Slave”.
“…O…Okay….” Matilda trembled, slightly scared.


“Oh! He won’t let anyone tickle you!” Samantha grinned, trying to comfort the shy brunette.

“And you want to watch these two get tickled worse than you ever did? Don’t you!” Margaret grinned.

Matilda shrugged and thought of the revenge she could enjoy at this castle event. Would there be a rack? Would she get to wrap them in plastic, or hang them upside down? She secretly decided Claire would be her main victim. Lauren would be tickled too of course! But Claire truly deserved to be tickle tortured until she had suffered in exactly the way she had.
 
Great story & fantastic way to weave it all into the big castle event!
 
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