Andrea's morning at the castle tickling event (CTE 1: Saturday Morning)

Sorry for the delay, have deprived you of this for a while as I have written other stories that will be posted shortly. This is a good one to start with but from now on my stories are no longer linear. CTE 1 indicates that this is the first tickling event, Saturday morning is where the fun starts.


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Andrea awoke slowly. She was all snuggled with the sleeping Lilly in her arms. Andrea had never felt so comfortable or content in her life, she had the woman she loved in her arms and the soft Goth she desired responding to her gentle strokes. Also present was Amy who was cuddling and teasing the sleeping Esther from the other side. The other women also stirred but like Andrea they were enjoying the comfortable warmth of the tent. Andrea was keen to experience the tickling fun the weekend had to offer, but didn’t want to let go of Lilly or stop stroking Esther’s shoulder and hair. Eventually Ingrid entered the tent to rouse her colleagues.

“C’mon! Time to get up ladies!” The gentle giant teased tickling a row of eight pretty feet, some socked some bare.

A quick breakfast of coffee and pastries was enjoyed shortly after dawn. There were no visitors yet but the last few devices needed to be assembled and the ticket office set up in the gatehouse. Lilly kept trying to talk to Andrea whilst they helped arrange two rows of stocks by the entrance. Andrea tried to listen, but Lilly was less articulate than usual and kept starting a sentence only to trail off half-way through. Simon directed the pair to set up the stocks concealed behind a row of small trees, Amy was hammering a post into the ground bearing a sign reading ‘Male Green Feathers This Way!’ As Andrea and Lilly resumed arranging the stocks the nervous chatter resumed, Andrea was confused. Amy had to give them a hand with a long pair of stocks containing eight holes. Lilly was almost totally silent now. Andrea was very confused by her friend’s behaviour, she had felt so happy all warm and snuggled up with Lilly and the other girls. As they left to get a second set of long stocks, Lilly grabbed Andrea’s arm…

“What?” Andrea asked, slightly annoyed and trying not to let her irritation creep into her voice.

“I….” Lilly began before blushing.

“Oh!......Will…. You…. Just… Ask…. Her… Out….. Already!” Amy whispered sarcastically whilst carrying a tall pillory device by herself.

Lilly blushed and Andrea’s facial expression changed. That was why Lilly was being so shy! There was an awkward silence whilst Andrea tried to find the courage to speak. Lilly looked down, sporadically finding the courage to make eye contact.

“Andrea I….” Lilly began before losing her nerve.

“It’s okay, I….” Andrea began before shyly lapsing back into the awkward silence.

“I really like you!” Lilly summoned up the courage to say…..

“Me too” Andrea replied.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend instead of my slave?” Lilly asked.

“Yes!” Andrea replied with a smile.

The pair happily resumed work. All their friends knew what had happened and the joy seemed to infect the company enhancing the anticipation of the tickle fun to come. Once the arrangements inside the castle were finished the changing rooms and costume store were organised. Lilly released Andrea from the chastity belt she had made her wear and offered her the costume she wore at the beach events. This time the long elegant Elizabethan style dress was accompanied by a pair of unusual leather shoes different to the soft slippers she had previously worn. Again these were made of brown leather but only covered her heels and the balls of her feet. A leather cup held each heel to the back that ran up Andrea’s Achilles tendon, several thin straps met over the top of Andrea’s feet to meet the straps that secured the peculiar shoes in place. These straps attached to others that suspended ovals of thicker leather over the balls of Andrea’s feet. Andrea giggled as Lilly tied the straps and anticipated the feel of the grass running between her toes and exploring her arches as she walked.

Each of the Black Feathers had to take a turn at the entrance to the event to ensure the patrons understood the rules and received the right necklace and ID number. Simon was talking them all through their responsibilities when there was a knock at the door. A couple of early birds had arrived before the official opening and were asked to help sort through the many costumes. They happily obliged and chatted with the black feathers, the group learnt that their names were Zoe and Jenny and they had met on the earliest bus. Zoe was athletic and slim with long untamed dark hair that was neither curly nor straight but told of a desperate battle to make it one or the other. She wore running clothes whilst Jenny wore a very formal dress with black tights and sensible shoes. Jenny had dark neat hair cut to just above her shoulders. Jenny’s smile intrigued Andrea; she looked so straight lace but here she was slipping off her sensible dress and trying to decide between a wench outfit and a slave costume. Andrea was amazed when Betty produced two green feather necklaces. The Sandy Blonde could not wait to tickle these two temptresses until they pleaded for mercy!

Each new arrival accepted a basic slave outfit consisting of thin white linen that crossed over each breast, looped behind the neck and ended in a short skirt. They also had a pair of light-leather shoes each, despite being unlike Andrea’s these were extremely clever. Natalie had proven to be quite the leather worker and had found a way to make a pair of shoes that adapted to a range of foot sizes using a single piece of leather cut out in a specific pattern. In truth Natalie had begun her investigations into this craft to avoid being tickled, having a sharp knife and cutting board at the group’s meeting meant she wouldn’t be unexpectedly pounced upon and tickled. She had a true skill however and had learnt from Simon’s expertise in making leather straps and even done some research on her own.

The early birds were locked in the punishment stocks along with Esther who volunteered when the more athletic girl shied away. Andrea could not resist tickling Esther mercilessly and was surprised when she realised the athletic slave called Zoe had been locked in the single pair behind her. Andrea continued to tickle Esther’s trapped soles whilst occasionally exploring Jenny’s feet which scrunched up, the rosy red heels and balls of her feet almost as ticklish as the pale arches and delicate toes.

Andrea suggested Lilly tie back Jenny’s toes as she applied the same cruel technique to Esther’s soft pale toes with their black nail varnish. Esther had begun to beg for mercy whilst Jenny entered silent laughter. There was something about the way Jenny reacted: ‘was she enjoying this?’ Andrea thought. Meanwhile the Sandy Blonde had become fascinated by Zoe’s muffled screams. ‘When had she been gagged?’ Andrea thought, it was no use, Andrea had to have a go at tickling the athletic slave’s feet!... She found Cleo tickling Zoe’s arches mercilessly with her long nails. Zoe desperately tried to reach her soles with her trapped hands but to no avail.

“Ye-essss! So close and yet so far!” Cleo teased as she tickled Zoe’s soft feet.

As Cleo scratched her long nails inside her victim’s arches Andrea wondered when the dominatrix had arrived and marvelled at the depth of the wonderful curves. Zoe had ridiculously high arches which were now held back by toe-ties and being mercilessly tickle tortured. Zoe screamed into her ball-gag but received no mercy. Andrea could not resist joining Cleo who tolerated her presence for a brief moment before climbing over the stocks to tickle Zoe’s helpless upper body. More and more patrons were arriving and taking turns tickling Zoe and the other prisoners. Esther and Jenny were released from the double stocks but Zoe’s new friend asked for another turn. Her captors were only too glad to oblige and volunteered Helen to join her. As Andrea guided her slave to join the delightful Jenny, Helen struggled remembering the pain that the device caused in her back the night before.

“Be a good slave now!” Andrea teased; “Or else we will lock you in the upright version and leave you in it all day!”

Helen was both terrified and enraged. She remembered the cruel device that held her head, hands and feet horizontally whilst her entire body was on display underneath the stocks. In the Red Zone she had even seen an even crueller version that balanced the victim over a turning wheel of feathers, tormenting the most sensitive regions which were displayed to all, humiliating the victim even further. Helen spent less time in the stocks than Esther had but was infuriated none-the-less. Nicole was volunteered as the next victim but all agreed the time had come to open the gates and let the fun truly begin. A small door within the gate that Simon had once called ‘the eye of the needle’ was used to allow a few of the Black Feathers were allowed out into the courtyard first to keep an eye on each area. With them was a woman Andrea didn’t recognise wearing a black and green feather necklace. Andrea stayed to continue tickling Zoe who was a favourite amongst the other early arrivals who waited patiently for the gates to open. Andrea had slipped her mask on as the gatehouse had filled with patrons eager for the event to start.

The gates opened and the waiting crowd spilled into the courtyard. A female juggler entertained the crowd but was largely ignored, she wore a T-shirt bearing the slogan: ‘Not ticklish!’ and barely squirmed as the occasional guest tickled her ribs. On these occasions she managed to keep three soft balls in the air. Lilly told Andrea that the juggler’s name was Alice and that they had been in the circus along with Simon, Betty, Cleo and herself. Alice was about average height, slim with short light brown hair. Lilly held Andrea’s hand and beamed as they guided pretty women into the stocks.

Ingrid waited to shepherd any men wearing green feather necklaces to the stocks that Lilly and Andrea had set up to one side; no such men were amongst the first to arrive but many women were locked in the stocks, some more willingly than others. Zoe and Jenny were released from the punishment stocks which were to be left vacant as a deterrent to rule breaking. Several large signs detailing the rules were on display throughout the ground and concentrated near the entrance. The signs read;

1: No non-consensual tickling (Except for the gentle tickling of green-feathers)

2: No access to Pink and Red Zones without the correct feathers.

3: No photography / filming without prior permission (We have our own photographers)

4: No Nudity outside of the Pink and Red zones

5: No Sexual acts outside of the Red zone

6: No exploring beyond the limits of the event.

6: Green Feathers must take a turn in the stocks before exploring the castle

- - - Have Fun!

Andrea giggled, at the bottom of each sign was a large amount of blank space for new rules to be recorded as and when patrons found ways to cause the need for new regulations. The long rows of stocks were slowly being filled by green feathers each of whom had their pseudonym written on a chalk board in front of the stocks. As the initial rush of visitors thinned Lilly left to monitor the Red Zone leaving Cassie and Andrea to keep an eye on the long stocks by the entrance. Each Black Feather took turns at tickling the more choice victims, directing a few of the less proficient ticklers in the best means to truly torture the trapped soles. Cassie and Andrea decided when those in the stocks had suffered enough, their decision was often based more on their desire to see the victim’s tickled than how much the poor women had actually endured. Cassie and Andrea also distributed the voting sheets to those tickling the green feathers, there were different categories such as;

- Most ticklish
- Best laugh
- Nicest feet

Each of the Green Feathers had a number on their tag and this was copied onto their chalkboard such that those tickling them could vote for their favourite victim at the end of the day. There was a box for completed voting slips but patrons were encouraged to wait until they had seen all the potential candidates. The prizes for each award were to be delivered at the end of the day and promised more fun for the voters than the candidates. Cassie and Andrea monitored the tickle torture to ensure that it was carefully balanced such that the Green Feathers suffered the correct amount not to scare them away.

A tiny teenage girl required particular monitoring. She wore a yellow top reading ‘Gentle Please! I’m asthmatic!’ On her board was written the name ‘Cecil’. Andrea giggled, she had noticed Cassie had run out of space when writing the poor girl’s name and guessed she was going by; ‘Cecilia’. Behind ‘Cecil’ was a teenage Goth-girl wearing a long black skirt and top. She was an old-school Goth and wore entirely black, with black lipstick and jet black hair which hung down to almost her waist blowing in the gentle breeze. Andrea admired her as she slowly ran two feathers up and down Cecil’s outstretched underarms. Although the Sandy Blonde preferred Amy’s style which involved the use of reds and purples alongside black, Andrea longed to tickle the Goth. For now the sensitive Cecil would have to do. Andrea knelt at the teenager’s soles, replacing two middle-aged men who gladly moved on to the next victim along. Cecil was pleading for mercy in a barely audible voice…

“Gentle now!” She can’t take much more, the Goth advised.

“I know!” Andrea replied, slightly annoyed with the young Goth girl.

“I’m Ravenna, I promised to look after Cecilia here, she was nervous to go in the stocks and some people have been tickling her too vigorously!” The Goth girl replied, using her pseudonym instead of Louise.

Andrea noted the one item of clothing Ravenna wore that was not black, the blue feather around her neck. This was not the first beautiful woman Andrea wished wore a green feather instead, in particular there was a gorgeous Indian woman in a long dress who Andrea longed to tickle. As Ravenna spoke the Sandy Blonde smiled wickedly, devising an evil idea to have more tickle fun. Andrea picked up the chalk and wrote in small letters underneath Sophie’s abbreviated pseudonym;

‘Excessive tickling will be punished’

Andrea delighting in gently tickling Cecil’s tiny soft feet with the pads of her fingertips and some feathers, but like many others moved on to inflict a more ruthless torture on larger less shielded soles. Her ploy resulted in easing Cecil’s torment, the majority of her torturers being too afraid to end up in a similar plight. Andrea was successful in trapping two gorgeous eastern European temptresses, one Brunette and one Blonde. Despite being warned by Ravenna the pair used their long nails to frantically tickle Cecil’s feet until she nearly passed out. Andrea had the help of both Ingrid and Cassie in capturing the two perpetrators who were locked in the stocks to either side of Cecil. The two detained Blue Feathers proved a favourite with the crowd and were given no quarter. Andrea smiled as they began to plead for mercy…

“Za.aa.stavení!... Milo-ost!.. Bro-odzí!.. Bro-odzí!” The pair begged, as the crowd punished them.

Andrea smiled and continued to tickle the Blonde’s arches as she bucked and begged. No mercy was given by the rest of the crowd, eager to tickle a pair of captured Blue Feathers. The previous unattainability of the helpless women somehow enhanced the delight evoked by their beauty and ticklishness. At first the pair had begged in English but as their torture continued they reverted to their mother tongue. Andrea was delighted, there was something about being begged for mercy in a language she didn’t understand that made delivering merciless torture so much more gratifying. Andrea kept the pair along with poor little Cecil in the stocks. Between her and Cassie the most ticklish Green Feathers were kept locked up for the entertainment of the crowd. Naturally even the most popular needed to be released in order to keep them at the event, as a result the long stocks began to empty as the initial flow of green feathers ebbed. A newly arrived married couple had the solution however, and arranged their own set of single stocks as Cassie tilted the long stocks back to form a funnel.

Andrea hungrily looked at the female yellow feather as her husband helped re-arrange the stocks. She was wearing a frilly lace dress and cooled herself extravagantly with a peacock feather fan. She was dressed like a 18th Century aristocrat on her way to a masquerade whilst her purple feathered companion was dressed like a highwayman in a mask and tri-quarter hat. Andrea kept an eye on the stocks as the spectacle was arranged, she insisted Cecil remain in the stocks but have a break.

“I want to do some tickling myself soon!” Ravenna insisted, no longer wanting to protect her friend.

“Okay then” Andrea conceded. The young Goth had paid £500 for a blue feather necklace, it was unfair to keep her hovering over her sensitive friend all day.

As Andrea released the tiny teenage girl the newly arrived couple were assisted by Cassie to set up their stocks. Cassie approached Andrea grinning.

“Seems like a game for you!” Cassie chimed, nodding at Andrea’s costume.

Andrea smiled back; she knew her costume was few centuries too early to fit in with the couple’s motif, but she was eager to get a closer look. Cassie took over keeping an eye on the long stocks and Andrea shyly slunk through the crowd who looked on curiously in an ark between the two now vacant long stocks. As Andrea approached the highway man was securing two flintlock pistols to the stocks facing up at the sky at 45°.

“Are those safe?” Andrea asked.

“Oh yes I cleared all this with Betty” The highway man replied looping two strings around his wife’s toes.

“Oh right…” Andrea replied feeling silly.

“Don’t worry! They don’t take real gunpowder, just little flash-bangs!” His wife replied, wiggling her toes for the last time as the string was guided through two brass rings on top of the stocks.

“This game has an element of danger, anyone who causes Margaret here to fire a pistol has to take a turn in the stocks” The Highwayman added gesturing to the long stocks.

“Oh really!” Andrea grinned, this was the perfect way to get several Blue feathers she fancied into the stocks.

“Yes, people have to be gentle!” Margaret grinned as her toe ties were secured to the pistol’s triggers.

Andrea knelt close to Margaret and wrote the rules to the game out on a chalk board whilst the highway man explained them to the waiting crowd. Andrea smiled, his mannerisms were similar to Simon’s when dealing with the crowd. Shyly hiding at the back of the crowd was that gorgeous Indian woman Andrea desperately wanted to tickle.

“…Do me a favour?” She whispered to Margaret.

“Huh?” Margaret asked nervously awaiting the tickles to come.

“See that Indian woman in the long dress?” The Sandy Blonde whispered.

“Say no more!” Margaret replied.

The crowd shuffled for a few second after being invited to tickle the pretty courtesan. A man dressed in a Clockwork Orange outfit was the first to approach and used the feathers from his cuff-links to tickle Margaret’s feet. The highwayman meanwhile stood behind Margaret and gently tickled her sides and ribs. Margaret giggled softly and squirmed, the upper body tickling was more intense but bothered her less. Andrea was impressed, Margaret was foot sensitive! Andrea wondered if she wore triple socks like she usually did, she longed to have Margaret at her mercy, without the pistols. Her giggles and squirms were delightful as was the way she desperately tried to keep her feet still. Her partner had abandoned his position at her upper body and addressed the crowd, keeping a maximum of two tickling Margaret’s feet at once. Andrea realised this was her job but the highwayman didn’t mind, she apologised awkwardly and looked over to where Cassie was securing a few new arrivals in the opposite row of stocks.

“So you made a deal with my wife I hear?” The highway man asked.

“Yes!.... How did you?....” Andrea replied, astounded

“Oh we have ways of communicating!” The highway replied with a wink…

“Do you know Margaret gets a tickling punishment from me for every time she fires a pistol?” He added.

Andrea shook her head.

“Oh yes, ten minutes per charge used. Full toe ties no mercy!” He continued.

“Now if you want your evil scheme to go ahead you have to take the punishment for her and we both get to tickle you!” The highwayman concluded with a smile.

Andrea thought for a moment then looked at the pretty Indian woman who had edged closer to the front of the queue. Andrea grinned and nodded; those soft brown soles would be hers, she had admired the delicate arches and toes with their rings and unpainted but lovely nails.

“We have a deal then!” The highway man asked

“Yeah!” Andrea replied watching her quarry edge closer to the front of the queue before shying away.

Andrea waited for the Indian woman to get closer to the front of the queue but this shy behaviour continued. Andrea grew impatient as the tall raven haired beauty shied away once more; ‘this could take ages!’ Andrea thought, forgetting how she had done almost exactly the same thing a month ago at the beach.

Andrea knew she had some time and attended to the first women to set off the pistols. A young blonde and from their conversation: her aunt.

“No! you over tickled! Lena!” The older woman chided!

“You set off her pistol too Auntie Tracy!” The young Blonde retorted.

“Yes but that was only because of your frantic finger nail scribbling!” Tracy, Lena’s aunt retorted.

“…You should have used your nails gently like I did!” Tracy continued.

“What like this?” Andrea asked gently tracing her nails up and down each of the prisoner’s arches.

Each of her victim descended into hysterics and frantically began to wiggle their feet as much as the stocks would allow.

“Now if you two were in her place those pistols would have fired!” Andrea teased…

“Ooohh Nooo- hoo-hoo!” Lena cried as Andrea continued to slowly tease her soft soles.

“So instead of tickling like this, you used your nails like this?” Andrea asked, switching to a frantic scribbling of her fingernails over all four soles.

“NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!” Lena begged as her aunt stoically accepted the torture.

“I think we need to tie these little Piggy’s back!” Andrea declared grabbing Lena’s toes and slowly tying them back to the brass rings on top of the stocks.

The crowd had spread to surround the two prisoners and Tracy’s toes were tied back with glee, she had good feet for an older woman and was almost as ticklish as her niece. Andrea stood back and watched the crowd vent their frustration at not being able to tickle Margaret to the torturous extent they desired. Andrea glanced over her shoulder to the opposite row of stocks were Cassie was securing a new arrival. The Indian woman was still shyly lingering at the back of the crowd, Andrea sighed and decided to see how Cassie was getting along.

The Ebony skinned Goddess was securing a friend in the centre of a set of long stocks with twelve pairs of holes. The four to either side closed inwards whilst the central four lifted up on a short runner and descended like a guillotine over her friend’s soft brown feet and the dirty feet of another woman with light brown curly hair. Cassie’s friend was shorter with curlier dark hair and slightly lighter skin.

“Andrea meet, Camille! When she heard about this event it didn’t take much to persuade her to come along!” Cassie said with a grin.

“You didn’t tell me about the stocks though! I might have paid up for a blue feather if I knew!” Camille teased, smiling and relishing the impending torture.

“Exactly! Then you wouldn’t be in with a chance of winning the most ticklish award would you!” Cassie teased back.

Andrea took a quick turn tickling Camille and found her reactions utterly delightful. A few of the crowd from the opposite row of stocks wandered over to take a turn. Camille was the more popular of the two women, the dirty feet of the brunette warding off many of the crowd and receiving only a few tickles in the arches and between the toes. Two more Green Feather’s arrived and were secured to the left of the pair. It was clear Cassie wasn’t going to leave her friend so Andrea returned to the other side to keep an eye on things. As she did so she noticed that her the Indian woman had finally approached the front of the crowd. Andrea watched as she slipped one sole out of her brown sandals and played with the straps using her long toes, Andrea gawped at the soft soles and knew she had to speed things up.

“Hi” The infatuated Andrea said with a smile

“Oh, erm hi….” The Indian woman replied, there was an awkward silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity.

“Why don’t you have a turn?” Andrea asked.

“I…. erm…” The Indian Goddess replied shyly looking at her feet.

“C’mon what’s the worst that can happen?” Andrea said, grabbing the Indian woman’s hand and guiding her to Margaret’s feet.

Priya was slowly guided towards the stocks, she was glad the Sandy Blonde had appeared. She had been working up the courage to tickle someone all morning and had only managed to scratch her nails over one pair of soles before a crowd had gathered and she had automatically stepped aside. She approached the stocked courtesan who was desperately holding her feet still as two women breezed feathers between her outstretched toes whilst gently teasing her arches with their fingertips. Priya breathed deeply and supressed the butterflies in her stomach. One of the women handed her a feather and she hesitated before Andrea encouraged her…

“Go on” The Sandy Blonde said with a smile, her congenial countenance not betraying her cruel intent.

Priya slowly reached out and took the feather, Andrea passed her the other one as the two women left to deliver some more intense ticklish attention to Lena and Tracy. Priya paused, a feather in each hand. In front of her was a buxom brunette in a white lacy costume, her bosom heaving as she enjoyed a respite. Priya knelt and slowly drew a feather down each trapped arch before turning and swirling the soft blades across each instep. As the Indian Goddess flicked each feather around to trace a path diagonally back across each foot Andrea whispered;

“Try the toes”… As she spoke the Sandy Blonde gave her accomplice a wink.

Priya had been planning upon these as her next spot and breezed the feathers across all ten toes, placing each feather perfectly in the gap above the balls of Margaret’s feet. Margaret giggled and curled both feet up causing Priya to flinch as the pistols fired.

“Looks like we have a winner!” The highwayman announced.

“No…I….I…” Priya stuttered, unable to comprehend how she had provoked such a reaction with such carefully measured tickling.

Priya’s protests were lost to helpless giggled as Andrea began tickling her feet, she had knelt on her toes, stretching out the soft skin of her arches above her sandals. Andrea couldn’t resist and fluttered her fingers up and down the soft skin as Priya squirmed. The highwayman and a man from the crowd grabbed her flailing wrists and allowed Andrea a few more seconds of fun before guiding their victim to the stocks.

“No Please! I can’t stand to be tickled!” Priya begged as her ankles were guided into the wooden holes.

“Sorry! But those are the rules!” Andrea teased, holding the helpless Goddess’s ankles in place as the upper board was lowered.

“But I bought a Blue Feather!” Priya pleaded as the crowd eagerly secured her in place.

Priya’s squirms only attracted more attention. Her elegant wrists were secured in leather straps that attached to long pole that ran the length of the long stocks, because the stocks had been moved back she lent forwards as she struggled, her sandals had been placed on top of the stocks and the evil Sandy Blonde was tying her toes back to little brass rings as the crowd held them in place. Priya couldn’t believe this was happening to her, she shut her eyes and wished this was a bad dream, her worst nightmare was coming true. Priya didn’t mind being tickled softly but the intense tickle torture she knew was coming was a fear paralleled only by her fascination in watching it inflicted on others. She had witnessed the tortures suffered by the pair to her left and knew she wouldn’t be able to stand half of what they had ensured.

Andrea meanwhile was entranced, with the help of the crowd she had tied Priya’s delicious toes back to the point of complete immobility and stretched her soft arches ready for torture. The crowd had required instruction in securing Priya’s legs such that she was completely vulnerable, savouring her prize Andrea had instructed them not to tickle her until she was completely helpless.

“Now let’s lay a little game!” Andrea teased, slowly walking her fingers across the top of the stocks.

“Please No!” Priya begged

“Oh yes! You say you don’t want to be tickled…” Andrea continued.

“Please! No tickling! You have to let me out! You don’t understand!” Priya pleaded.

“Well I promise you won’t be tickled provided you keep looking at my hands!” Andrea offered.

“O…O-okay” Priya replied, confused.

Andrea began fluttered her fingers above the stocks for Priya to see. Priya continued to beg, Andrea’s fingers danced a cruel dance above the stocks slowly descending towards her helpless feet.

“Please don’t!” Priya begged.

“Oh I won’t as long as you keep watching” Andrea sadistically teased, loving the psychological torture this cruel game inflicted.

Priya giggled in anticipation and continued to beg. Deprived the opportunity to tickle the soft skinned Goddess a few of the crowd began to verbally tease her as she squirmed desperately trying to keep eye contact with the Sandy Blonde’s dancing fingers. As Priya squirmed and wriggled they said things like;

“Ticklish girl! We are going to tickle you so badly!”

“Coochie- coochie – coo!”

“There’s no getting out! We are going to tickle you all day!”

Priya was nearly hysterical and hadn’t even been touched yet. The verbal teasing raised her anxiety and her breathing became rapid. Andrea began to claw at her feet like a tiger, narrowly missing the soft sensitive soles. Priya shrieked and flinched none-the-less, certain each stroke was going to make contact with her helpless soles. Eventually she couldn’t stand it anymore and looked away. She was instantly rewarded by ten tickling fingers delightedly dancing over her soles. Priya shrieked; the lingering crowd had been waiting impatiently to tickle her upper body and hungrily attacked her knees, ribs and sides.

“Softly now!” Andrea chided, she really wanted the shy woman to herself.

“NOOOO! STOOOOPP!” Priya pleaded.

The tickling slowed, and deprived of the opportunity to truly torture the helpless woman the more sadistic ticklers gravitated towards Lena and Tracy. Priya was softly teased and tormented for what felt like an eternity but was but was but the blink of an eye to Andrea. Andrea took delight in teasing Priya’s soft feet and thoroughly explored the light brown skin mapping all of the most sensitive spots and the techniques that were most effective for each. Few failed to torment Priya’s even her heels were ticklish and responded to fingernails and hairbrushes with the most torturous results. Andrea briefly used a pair of hairbrushes on Priya’s arches but was not cruel enough to continue beyond a few seconds, she knew what hell they could inflict and wanted to keep her new toy not break her.

Andrea interrogated Priya as a rouse to curb the crowds more brutish techniques and keep her in the ‘sweet spot’ she learnt little but her victim’s name and grew frustrated by the game. Priya had reached the point of silent laughter, Andrea was lost to the world, completely fascinated by her victim’s twitching feet. She looked up and noticed Priya had been laid on her back, her wrist restraints stretched above her head to a nearby tree. Andrea noticed Ingrid had arrived and Cassie had gone.

“She would have hurt her back in that position” Ingrid cheerfully explained, nodding over to Lena and Tracy who had been similarly stretched out for torture.

“Oh” Andrea replied ‘how long had Cassie been gone?’ she thought.


Andrea adjusted and noted the pins and needles in her legs. ‘How long had she been here’ she thought.

“Almost time for you to move on’ Ingrid added, reading her friend’s expression.

“Aww!” Andrea said with a frown.

“This one’s almost done anyway!” The amazon explained, gently tracing a pair of feathers in Priya’s outstretched underarms as tears dried on her cheeks.





“Okay” Andrea shyly mumbled

“Of course, you get to go to the rack next you lucky thing! They have still got those two early birds stretched out there! One keeps begging for more the other can take anything!” Ingrid chimed, hoping to cheer up her friend.

Andrea was delighted and almost skipped to the rack. She giggled as she made her way to the old work bench as fast as her custom made shoes would allow. The grass tickled worse than it ever had on her walks before she met the tickling group. Andrea cursed Natalie and whoever had come up with the idea for the devious footwear. Her sensitivity had also been raised by the sock regime that had brought her arches to the peak of their natural sensitivity. Andrea suspected either Lilly or Ingrid had devised the shoes, little did she know that they were in fact the brainchild of the gentle Emily and only the start of a cruel scheme…

Andrea approached the rack and was astounded at the sight that greeted her eyes. Zoe was completely stretched out and pleading into her ball-gag. Next to her Jenny had been strapped down to the other half of the work bench and was squirming as much as her bonds allowed. Amy was sat in between Jenny’s legs using her toes to tickle her thighs whilst Jenny’s legs and feet received a thorough tickling from both the colourful Goth and the crowd. Andrea admired Amy’s clever feet in their black and purple stockings before peering through the crowd that was hungrily poring over Zoe. Andrea couldn’t count the ticklers crowding around to explore the athletic slave’s soft skin. She knew that so many tickler were inefficient and insisted the crowd give the poor girl a break…

“She’s probably right folks!” Betty added, getting ready to move on to rotate the Black Feathers between their positions.

The crowd were disappointed, but Zoe’s break did not last long. Andrea invented a game where she would point at one of the crowd who could then tickle Zoe until Andrea clicked her fingers. Zoe was blindfolded and had no idea which part of her would be tickled next, the anticipation heightened her senses and was worse than the brutal full body tickling she had previously received. She pleaded into her ball-gag but to no avail. Before Betty left Andrea had to ask…

“Are you sure she is okay with this?”

“Oh yeah, she specifically asked if we had a rack! And I could tell by the look in her eyes she wanted to be stretched out” Betty replied before moving on.

Betty’s story was corroborated by the commonly held assertion that the athletic brunette had asked to be tickled mercilessly without any breaks. Eventually the crowd around Zoe thinned and Andrea allowed multiple ticklers before joining in herself with four or five of the remaining torturers. The game quite forgotten Zoe descended into tickle hell once again. To her right Jenny squirmed and giggled and kept saying ‘please!’ in a small voice. There was something about her reaction Andrea couldn’t quite place her finger on but she was too distracted by Zoe’s arches to give it much thought. Zoe had absurdly high arches with soft tender skin that begged to be tickled. Even when stretched out in the toe ties the deep curved called to Andrea who couldn’t resist skittering and tracing her nails up and down the skin before exploring the pink quivering recesses with her fingertips. Andrea lost track of time and was surprised when Ingrid arrived. She didn’t want to leave Zoe’s soles but gave them a quick last tickle before having a quick explore of Jenny’s ticklish body.

The pair had suffered for a long time on the rack but neither seemed ready to give in to exhaustion yet. Before leaving Andrea tickled Jenny’s feet and was astounded by the way in which Jenny kept them still. She could not be toe-tied but held her feet out for torture even splaying her toes for feathers to run in between them. Andrea explored Jenny’s upper body and was delighted by the gentle giggles she produced. Jenny was red in the face and pleaded with Andrea as she feathered her neck. Andrea could not make out Jenny’s pleas but realised that they were not for the torture to stop. Andrea was puzzled by her reactions as Ingrid insisted she meet Emily at the sanctuary where she had been for a while.

The sanctuary was a small area for Green Feathers to convalesce after the stocks by the entrance. Andrea recognised Ravenna and her cute friend who had finally been released from the stocks. Priya meanwhile was sleeping under a blanket, her sandals vacant but her delicious feet contained within a blanket. Andrea spotted the Indian Goddess and longed to rouse her from her slumber and tickle her soft feet once more, sadly she knew it was against the rules and she probably wouldn’t get another chance to tickle those long sensitive toes and arches again. Emily instructed Andrea in how to calm and reassure exhausted victims to make sure that they didn’t leave early. Near the sanctuary was the tea garden where the caterers provided tea and coffee. Since Emily did not feel confident enough to take on any other job Andrea rotated Lilly and the other Black Feather’s before returning to the Sanctuary to get a coffee. Each of the waitresses wore black uniforms over a white blouse with black flats; the blonde over a pair of sheer stockings, the brunette teasing with a glimpse of her bare arches. Each wore a blue feather but when not working would sit dangling their shoes from their toes under a sign which read;

You may tickle the waitresses gently here.

An arrow pointed down to the restaurant tickle area. Each girl received sufficient attention whilst pretending to read a magazine or text on their phone. Andrea had to have a go! How often had waitresses and other strangers tempted her like this! Both girls were extremely ticklish and made a good pose of pretending not to notice the queue for their soles which was longer than the queue for food and coffee. Andrea got her coffee and took turns tickling each waitress before deciding to explore the castle. Before leaving the sanctuary she noticed a Green Feather wearing a light cream dress and sunglasses. The woman smiled at her from behind her light brown curly hair and wiggled her toes. Andrea was entranced by her pretty bare feet which were dirty and featured the dark pads on the heels, balls and toes only attainable by those who walk everywhere barefoot. Andrea smiled shyly and went to carry on before stopping. She felt the grass between her toes and remembered all those lonely walks wishing she had someone to share her fetish with. She turned around and held out her hand.

“Hi I’m Cordelia!” Andrea said, using the Pseudonym Emily had chosen for her.

“Laura” The barefoot brunette replied, shaking Andrea’s hand.

“Didn’t someone call you Anne or something before” Laura asked.

“Erm… Yeah!” Andrea replied, shyly looking at her feet in their special shoes.

“Oh right! Codenames!” Laura replied.

“Yeah…” Andrea murmured beginning to lose her confidence, ‘Where was Lilly!’ She thought to herself.

“No-one really seems that keen to tickle my feet!” Laura commented, flexing her toes.

“Well you are in the sanctuary, no-one is allowed” Andrea replied.

“I know! I had my fill of tickling others and got jealous.” Laura added, turning her ankles and flexing her toes.

Andrea admired the brunettes feet. They were extremely pretty it was just a shame about the dirty pads that were only slightly darker than the arches.

“Perhaps people don’t like that they are dirty” Andrea commented before catching herself.

Laura took no offence and sighed.

“Yeah I suppose!” The brunette replied before adding; “Do you fancy a stroll?”

“Sure!” Andrea replied, glancing over to Priya and Emily who were talking and looking in her direction.

The gentle Princess stood and kept an eye on the other exhausted and hyperventilating victim’s. Sophie: Or Cecil as she had become universally known had finally recovered and left with her Goth guardian. Priya too awoke and glared angrily at Andrea. The Sandy Blonde tried to apologise but the Blue Feather refused to acknowledge her, the Indian Goddess was not scared away and left the Sanctuary. Andrea watched her tickle the newest Green Feathers in the long stocks, the Sandy Blonde could not get a good view but noted that her former victim had gained her confidence at the very least. Andrea explored the castle event with Laura.

The pair chatted and found they had similar tastes, the long stocks had a fresh batch of Green Feathers ready to be tormented. Andrea guided Laura to the rack and was surprised as Zoe past her with tears in her eyes. Andrea wasn’t what sure was happening and found herself back at the sanctuary. Ingrid met them en-route and tried to persuade Emily to take another position. As the Princess shyly shook her head and tended expertly to her cherished patients there was some commotion from the entrance. Near the Long stocks two Chinese Girls had begun taking photographs, both were dressed very fashionably, in knee length patterned dresses. Since the sanctuary was vacant both Ingrid and Andrea left to investigate, taking Laura with them.

“Who is running the gatehouse?” Ingrid asked.

“Who do you think?” Betty replied, she had been first on the scene, it being her turn at the long stocks.

“Ah!” The Amazon replied.

Neither of the two young tourists had feather necklaces or ID tags. Betty had pointed to the sign and explained that photographs were banned but there was something of a communication barrier. As a temporary measure the pair were locked in a pair of double stocks and given a spare green feather necklace. They proved to be popular with the crowd who slipped off their footwear and began tying back their toes as their photographs were deleted.

“Just lucky they had digital cameras!” Betty commented as she deleted the incriminating photographs.

The pair protested as they were blindfolded. The taller girl had long straight hair and had been wearing orange sandals with thin straps and buckles. Her long feet looked ticklish aside from a few callouses which were being removed with a Micro-Pedi in preparation for torture. Her shorter friend had shoulder length neat hair and continued to beg as her smaller feet were tied back. She had been wearing colourful trainers with ‘Hello Kitty’ socks that had frilly tops. She had struggled violently as the crowd divested her of the protection provided to her ticklish feet. It took four members of the crowd to restrained her frantic struggle’s but all too soon her bare feet were completely immobile and her socks rolled up inside her trainers.

The crowd paused and looked to Ingrid for direction. The captives pleaded, dreading the imminent torture… “Noo! Ple-ease! No tickle!”.

“We are sorry but you broke the rules!” The Amazon replied. “Just count yourselves lucky we haven’t put you in the punishment stocks!”

The waiting crowd grew impatient; “Okay begin!” Ingrid declared.

The tickling began in earnest, the pair screamed as their feet and underarms were explored. The crowd also took delight in their sides and knees. Ingrid supplied the patrons at the pair’s feet with a selection of hairbrushes and electric toothbrushes before turning to Andrea.

“C’mon! Let’s see what Cleo has to say for herself!” The Amazon declared

Andrea followed the Amazon to the gatehouse leaving Laura at the stocks. Upon their arrival Cleo had her feet up on the desk and was reading a magazine.

“Ahem!” Ingrid began.

“Time already?” Cleo asked having only been at the gatehouse for five minutes.

“Time you pulled your weight!” Ingrid replied.

“What?” Cleo was dumbfounded and put her bondage magazine down.

“You have only been here five minutes and you let two foreign tourists in who had neither paid nor understood what this is….” Ingrid berated.

“What are you talking about?” Cleo sneered.

“Okay I have had enough!” Ingrid declared grabbing Cleo.

“What are you doing?!” Cleo protested as Simon arrived.

“Well looks like you have things under control here!” The Circus Master declared.

“Simon get this brute off of me!” Cleo protested.

“Cleo, you had one job! Between this and the ball-gag I think you deserve what is about to happen to you!” Simon responded.

Andrea was confused; ‘Ball-gag?’ She shrugged and followed Ingrid out of the gatehouse.

“I will hold the fort here, Lilly is waiting for you in the clearing” Simon continued as the entourage left the gatehouse.

Andrea eagerly followed the Amazon who carried Cleo in a fireman’s lift over her shoulder. They picked up Laura from the long stocks who left a space that was quickly filled by the shorter tourist’s right foot. Laura grinned as she joined the back of the procession, after a brief discussion Andrea vouched for her barefoot friend. Ingrid carried Cleo past the long stocks and past a sign prohibiting access. They reached a clearing where Lilly greeted them, four stakes had been carefully driven around a strange lump in the ground. Cleo struggled and tried to escape but was seized by the five women.

“Strip her naked!” Betty declared.

The Dominatrix was soon pinned down. Her long boots and leather trouser were removed, her soft olive skin glimmered as she was oiled in the sun. After the sun cream was fully applied Ingrid and Andrea carried her over to the curious mound. Andrea spotted a few ants scurrying around and realised the cruel torture that was to be inflicted upon the aloof dominatrix. Lilly had gagged Cleo but her protests were still audible as she was stretched out over the ant hill. All four of her limbs were tied tightly to the stakes, as she squirmed Cleo disturbed the ant hill which quickly gave way. The Dominatrix screamed into her ball-gag as the ants furiously scrambled over her naked body. The collapsed ant hill gave her limbs some wiggle room which was quickly remedied as her tormentors stretched her out once more and tightened her bonds. Lilly produced a pot of liquid and a brush and began applying the unknown liquid to a few choice spots…

“Sugar water!” Lilly explained handing Andrea a brush….

“You get her eyelids!” Lilly suggested evilly.

Andrea gleefully applied the sugar water to Cleo’s eyelids as Ingrid held her head in place. Lilly moved down to their victim’s crotch. Cleo squirmed helplessly as the ants angrily swarmed over her ticklish body. Lilly teased her with a feather smiling as her nemesis squirmed and pleaded into her ball-gag.

“Don’t worry! These ants don’t bite!” Lilly teased.

“Actually they might!” Ingrid added with a wink that Cleo missed.

Cleo’s protests intensified as her torture continued. Lilly found some ant eggs in the collapsed remains of the nest which she moved into Cleo’s belly button with the tip of her feather. The ants scrambled to retrieve the egg which was replaced by more. Cleo was a mess and desperately struggled to escape.

“Now if only we had an ant eater to lick her clean!” Betty added.

“Yes that would be awesome!” Laura added.

“We will just have to satisfy ourselves by coming back to cover her in itching powder in a couple of hours” Lilly added

Cleo protested into her ball-gag. At the revelation her torture would last this long.

“Good thing you first client’s won’t arrive until late this afternoon” Betty added.

The five women left Cleo struggling helplessly staked out and covered in ants. They retraced their trail through the woods, as they walked Ingrid commented on Laura’s bare feet which resisted all the terrain except thistles which she carefully avoided. Laura replied, revealing that she loved to walk barefoot and hated wearing shoes of any kind. Andrea enjoyed the conversation and missed the subtle glances between Lilly, Betty and Ingrid. As the groups returned to rotate the Black Feathers who had not moved Emily confronted Andrea…

“Mi-lady Cordelia!” She began, her voice higher and shriller than usual.

“Hi E…” Andrea began before struggling to remember Emily’s Pseudonym.

“Just look at your Dirty feet!” Emily continued, she had suddenly found her confidence.

“Erm yeah, these shoes…” Andrea replied, lifting one foot to display the special shoes.

“As my handmaiden I expect better!” Emily replied, glancing at Ingrid and taking in Laura and her bare feet.

“I think you and your friend need to have your feet scrubbed in the stocks!” Emily continued as Lilly grabbed her new girlfriend.

Ingrid quickly seized Laura who struggled a little.

“Does this mean I get to be tickled?” Laura asked excitedly.

“After we clean those dirty things!” Ingrid replied.

“Clean? But…” Laura began, she was proud of her hard soled feet and the thought of the leathery callouses she had spent years building up being removed frightened her.

The pair were locked in the left half of a pair of stocks that already held the juggler and a beautiful Asian woman with long dark hair and two lip piercings. Andrea looked around at the crowd who gave the performers space. They were not far from the long stocks and she watched Betty moved the Black feathers around. She spotted several bowls of hot soapy water with an assortment of scrubbing brushes. Andrea had also noticed Lilly’s cats in their special baskets as well as a woman holding two Nubian goats on leashes, she had no fear of the cats and brushes but the goats terrified her. Ingrid wrote ‘Not ticklish’ on Black board between the two other women’s feet whilst Lilly wrote the words ‘Dirty Feet’ on a black board and showed it to Andrea and Laura. Andrea had stoically accepted she would be tickled and allowed her arms to be tied above her head. Laura meanwhile struggled against her captors who had already locked her ankles in the stocks. Her attempts were futile and before long her arms were stretched high above her head.

“Don’t scrub my feet clean!” Laura begged.

“Oh but we have to! We can’t have these lovely feet all dirty!” Emily teased as she removed Andrea’s special shoes.

“No! You don’t understand I love being able to walk anywhere!” Laura begged.

“Oh you will still be able to walk barefoot, just not without laughing” Lilly teased removing Andrea’s other shoe.

“Please! I like being tickled but not like this!” Laura begged.

“She was complaining no-one would tickle her earlier!” Emily added.

“Sound like this is just what she needs!” Lilly replied.

“They could have tickled me elsewhere!” Laura replied angrily.

“Yeah about that! You really should shave those underarms!” Lilly replied.

“What?” Laura replied, ready to rant about how shaving underarms was unnatural.

The four bowls of hot water were brought forwards and the crowd took turns at scrubbing the four beautiful pairs of feet. The eight feet were tied back to the stocks and electric toothbrushes used to clean and tickle between the toes. Andrea and Laura were favourites as they laughed and squirmed. Andrea’s giggles remained consistent as the hot soapy bristles cleaned her arches and toes. Laura’s laughter meanwhile increased along with her pleas for mercy. The pair on the opposite side of the stocks smiled a little but did not laugh. Laura struggled as Betty approached with a shaving kit, the scrubbing of Laura’s feet stopped briefly as Ingrid held her in place in a bear-hug, Betty used an electric shaver first and then used another device to remove any residual stubble. Laura’s underarms were soft and extra sensitive as feathers and soft brushes explored the smooth newly exposed skin.

Andrea’s feet were fully clean whilst Laura still had dark callouses on her heel and the balls of her feet. Her arches were nice and sensitive already but the combination of scrubbing and the use of a Micro-Pedi had yet to remove the hard skin from the pads developed over months of walking barefoot. The tickling of Laura’s soft underarms caused her to beg for mercy as her forced pedicure continued. Andrea’s soles were coated in a thick gooey substance and she trembled as the goats were brought forward. Her feet had been licked by cats before but something about the prospect of the goat’s raspy tongues terrified her. She knew goats were used to torture people like this in the past, and that after an initial tickly phase the soles reddened and the licking became painful. Her panic was noted by her girlfriend who comforted her.

“Don’t worry! I won’t let them hurt you!” Lilly said with a smile.

Andrea took solace in Lilly’s words but still eyed the goats with panic as their handler brought them forwards. Andrea was sure her feet were too soft already and tried to wiggle her toes to no avail. Ingrid helped the woman keep her goats at the correct distance, after sniffing Andrea’s outstretched arches they extended their long rough tongues and began to lick the thick brine from her arches. Andrea screamed, the unfamiliar sensations driving her crazy. She could feel her feet getting more sensitive and began to panic.

“Don’t worry we will keep them far enough away so they don’t bite” Ingrid offered.

Andrea could only laugh and squirm as Lilly teased her legs and knees.

“Let me know if it starts to hurt Sweetie!” Lilly offered her girlfriend who was still hysterical.

Lilly knew from her girlfriend’s reactions when the time was right for the licking to stop, and used a rag to clean her pink arches clean of brine before applying more to her toes. The toe licking did not last long but Andrea squirmed hating the sensation, it was less like the cats and more like the human-lickle torture that revolted her. The goats were moved to Laura’s soles which were finally free from dirt but still in need of ridding of hard skin. As Andrea’s soles were scrubbed once last time the brine was applied to Laura’s heels. Hairdryers were used to heat Andrea’s soles, her feet were dark pink and super ticklish. Lilly admired her handiwork, her girlfriend’s feet had never been this sensitive. She ran a fingertip up Andrea’s left foot from the heel to the balls of her feet. Andrea went insane and begged for mercy…

“NOOOOOO PLLLEEEE-EEEAAASE! LILLY!!!! I’M TOO-OOOO SENSITIVE! STO-OP!” Andrea begged.

“Okay I won’t tickle your feet anymore!” Lilly offered.

Andrea sighed, she had never been that ticklish before and couldn’t bear the thought of being tickled.

“I think that pretty Indian woman you tricked into the stocks should get to tickle you instead!” Lilly chimed.

Andrea panicked and looked around eventually spotting Priya shyly lurking at the back of the crowd. Lilly beckoned the shy Indian woman forwards. Andrea squirmed as Priya knelt at her soles, this was well deserved but Andrea dreaded the pure tickle –torture that was to come. Priya began gently using her fingertips to torment Andrea’s arches, she quickly began to include her nails and tortured the hypersensitive arches in revenge for the tickling she had received earlier. Andrea was speechless and descended into silent laughter. Nicole joined Priya and taught her a few choice techniques on the feet of her favourite victim.

“This is what you get for tickling Blue- Feathers without including me in your schemes!” Lilly whispered in her girlfriend’s ear.

As Andrea was tortured beyond her limits Laura’s goat licking continued, the focus had moved to the balls of her feet since the brine ran down over her arches and onto her heels. Her arches were occasionally wiped clean since they were sensitive enough already. The goats stripped away the hard skin until the rounded balls and heels were pink and soft. A special salt device was placed between Laura’s toes, this consisted of four knobs attached to piece of wood that sat behind the toes. The goats raspy tongues licked at the knobs which sat between Laura’s toes like a toe-separator: A beauty aid Laura had never used. As the salt was licked away the goats tongues removed the hard skin from the pads on her toes, as the knobs were chased back the salt scrubbed up and ran down her soles causing the goats tongues to explore there once more. Before long Laura approached the threshold between tickle hell and actual pain and the goats were quickly removed.

“Now this is going to tickle worse than anything you have ever experienced” Lilly teased….

“But don’t worry! Afterwards we will use hairdryers and it will be ten times worse than that!” Lilly concluded with a sadistic grin.

“No! Please!” Laura begged, curling her toes against the toe ties.

Her immobile toes were helpless to resist the electric toothbrushes and scrubbing brushes that cleaned the brine and goat saliva away. The scrubbing raised her sensitivity as it tickled. The brushes used on her arches fixed to the wearer’s hand with a strap and rows of bristles bent according to the pressure applied by the user. Before long Laura was lost to silent hysterics along with Andrea. The other side of the stocks was also silent, but for a different reason. Aside from the occasional chirp of laughter from the juggler the scrubbing had not produced much laughter and the crowd grew frustrated. Luckily the left side of the stocks provided sufficient entertainment. The right hand side grew more interesting as the goats were brought forward, the initial panic and revulsion was replaced by some gentle giggles from the juggler and panicked heavy breathing from the Asian woman to her right. Alice grew slightly more ticklish and giggled gently as her feet were scrubbed, her partner however did not seem to be growing anymore ticklish but really hated the goat’s tongues never-the-less.

The left hand stocks meanwhile featured more intense torture. Andrea continued to suffer Priya’s vengeance who used two hairbrushes to torment her arches and heels. Laura’s freshly scrubbed pink soles had received the final phase of sensitivity-enhancement. A pair of hairdryers had been brought her feet alongside a special minty fragranced oil and the helpless hippy’s soles had been heated to a pink sensitivity that could not be matched. The crowd were invited to take turns tickling her soles and both men and women put off by the previously dirty soles now delighted in driving her insane.

“Well you said you wanted these people to tickle you!” Emily teased as she slipped behind Andrea to tickle Laura’s neck.

On the right hand side of the stocks the crowd had grown tired of the Asian victim’s lack of foot sensitivity and had slipped around the stocks to explore her upper body which proved to be exceptionally ticklish. Her underarms, ribs, sides and neck all proved to be extremely ticklish as did the backs of her knees. Since Alice’s sensitivity had only been slightly increased by the tongues of the goats, Lilly’s cats had been set to lick her feet and toes, safe in their baskets their rough tongues explored her small feet. Though not as coarse their sandpapery tongues were more thorough. As the juggler’s giggles increased the hysterical Asian beauties feet were scrubbed and heated. The pair soon began to draw a greater amount of attention from the crowd, despite being less ticklish than their counterparts on the left Alice’s feet became more ticklish whilst the Asian temptress’s upper body proved to be a goldmine, she was so hysterical the crowd could not tell her feet were not ticklish and newly arrived ticklers satisfied themselves with her soft arches.

Soon the time came for the show to end, as the Black feathers needed to rotate. Laura and Alice were moved to the long stocks. Laura struggled as Ingrid carried her.

“Hey you said you wished more people tickled you the first time!” Emily teased.

Andrea sagged and curled into a ball. Priya was relentless and continued to tickle her, still infuriated.

“Hey! Hey’! Revenge over!” Lilly objected.

“She tickled me for longer than this!” Priya insisted as she tickled Andrea’s sides.

“Well stick around and you might just get another chance!” Lilly offered.

Priya kept tickling, grabbing Andrea’s left ankle and tickling her foot, her victim was unable to resist, utterly exhausted….

“… But keep tickling my girlfriend like that and you might just find yourself stretched out on the rack for the next 42 hours!” Lilly threatened.

Priya stopped tickling and looked up. Emily had given her a chance at revenge in the Sanctuary, Lilly had given the scheme the go ahead though. Priya knew she could not take another tickling session and that she would have to be patient in order to continue her revenge. Andrea was taken to the sanctuary and given a pair of brown leather boots and three pairs of socks. She only had twenty minutes to recover before it was her turn to watch the long stocks again. In her adventures she had missed the Red and Pink Zones but was promised the full joys they had to offer by Lilly who woke her.


The Sun had barely reached its zenith as the pair ambled back to the long stocks from the sanctuary they passed the merciless tickling of the Asian woman from the stocks. Still not foot-ticklish she was staked out on the grass struggling as dozens of tormentors explored her upper body; her underarms had been revealed as her worst spot and received the most thorough intense attention although her tummy proved to be a close secondary target. At the long stocks Laura and Alice the juggler were still suffering when the pair arrived. Laura most of all, whose pink soft soles received a gentle but effective torture. Andrea couldn’t resist joining in before letting her new friend out of the stocks. This was not an act of mercy since she slipped a pair of the customised tickle shoes on first, placing the brushes between Laura’s toes and locking them in place with a set of Padlocks before releasing Laura’s ankles. The shoes did not have a remote control but responded to the pressure pads alone. Laura didn’t know but if no pressure was applied for three minutes the internal tickle devices would activate making rest impossible.

Andrea anticipated Laura’s discovery of this fact as she walked giggling to the sanctuary. Andrea knew she would suffer for her cruelty as she had at Priya’s hands but it was worth it. She pondered the wonders of the Red Zone where Lilly had promised to take her next. So far the castle event had been everything she imagined and more….

Dear god, the event is amazing! I love this series soo ,uch & you spoil us with 2 parts at once ^_^

Fantastic story very descriptive for what concerns the soles of the feet especially the high arches. I like very very much super high arches and long toes, so I particularly appreciated the expression "ridiculously high arches" which gives this image of exceptionally high arched feet...mmm so so incredibly exciting

Thank you so much for writing wonderful stories, Viewmaster!

They are really great! I especially like the episode with cleaning dirty feet of barefooter!
I hope that sometimes you might want to write a story about some hippy girl, who was so afraid of tickling that kept he soles hidden under the layer or dirt and waled barefoot all the time, but ...

But again - thanks for your work!!!