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Hi So after my last couple of stories I had a few extra bits I trimmed because they broke up the flow towards the end. In order to segway into the afternoon stories I thought I would tidy them and post them as a short story, enjoy 
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Andrea did not mind waiting for Lilly. She anticipated the wonders of the Red Zone and did not mind being excluded from the interrogation of Amy the two slaves from the punishment stocks all of whom were accused of performing sexual acts outside of the Red Zone. As she waited Andrea had plenty to entertain her. The long stocks held a few late arrivals along with those wishing to return for another dose of tickle torture. Margaret was still locked in the special set of stocks with the flint-lock pistols and had trapped a few pretty pairs of feet. Andrea remembered tricking the pretty Indian woman and wished she could take another turn at those delicious soles. A similar but less ticklish pair of soles were on display now.
The Asian woman who had been locked in the stocks with Andrea during her ordeal was squirming as her upper body was tickled. The crowd were dis-satisfied with her lack of foot-ticklishness and discussing moving her to a position that allowed more access. She had sat at Alice the juggler’s right in the stocks as Andrea’s feet were scrubbed and licked and brought to an unbearable level of sensitivity that persisted even now. Andrea helped the crowd release her from the stocks and guide her to a patch of grass already prepared with stakes. Their Asian victim squirmed and wriggled as her captors secured each ankle and wrist, Andrea noted the smile on her face and knew she loved every second. Her body was stretched out almost rack-tight, a sheepskin supporting her helpless body. The torture began with feathers exploring her underarms and neck. Soon her ribcage was explored by six pairs of hands driving her insane…
“Please Stop!!! I can’t breathe!” The helpless victim begged.
“Tell us your name and we will stop!” The ringleader replied, a tall slim woman with scarlet hair and alabaster skin shimmering in the sun, Andrea admired the woman and resented the Blue Feather necklace teasing her creamy breasts.
“Lotus Flo-ower! LOTUS FLOWER!!!” The Asian woman cried as if shouting out her safe word.
“Not your Pseudonym! Your real name!” The Scarlet-haired temptress replied, teasing the backs of her victim’s helpless knees.
“Li-isa! Liss-saa! LISA!” Her victim cried out.
“Well Lisa! Why aren’t your feet ticklish?” The ringleader asked, curling her toes in their smart white sandals that matched her sundress.
“I… they just!....” Lisa began.
“Wrong answer!” Scarlet replied digging into Lisa’s helpless tummy.
“Ahhh-ha-ha-ha! Nooooo!” Lisa begged as the multitude of ticklers dug into her most sensitive spots.
Lisa squirmed and thrashed. A few hopeful ticklers still explored her feet, some wishing they would suddenly become ticklish, others just wanting to stroke her silk-soft arches. Scarlet’s feet also received some attention, as she sat on a spare sheepskin teasing Lisa’s knees in revenge for the disappointment at the long stocks a few hours previously she felt a finger slowly explore her right arch. Scarlet inhaled with a start; she was impossibly ticklish! And hated to have her feet touched!
“Do you see this?” She demanded holding her Blue-feather up to the grinning woman with colourful hair who had just tickled her.
“Erm!” The perpetrator stumbled, unsure what was happening.
“It is a Blue Feather! Like yours! That means you have to be punished!” Scarlet declared.
The young woman was escorted to the punishment stocks where she would spend the next hour. Andrea along with about half of the crowd followed her as she was marched to the gatehouse, many thankful she had tickled the ringleader before they did each having admired Scarlet’s soft feet in their sandals. Andrea assisted the scarlet haired temptress lock the victim in the punishment stocks. The front boards that hadn’t been unpacked before Zoe’s ordeal were now stacked behind the stocks. Andrea instructed the impatient crowd to hold her wrists and ankles in place selected the pair with holes the right size for the perpetrators wrist and ankles. The front boards were a hinged device with four holes and a loop for the head, they clipped onto the front of the punishment stocks making them suitable for all sizes of victim. Andrea attached the feather boa to the head loop ensuring that her victim’s neck and chin would be teased as her feet were subjected to more intense tickle torture.
Alexis trembled as she was locked in the cruel device, her colourful converses and socks were removed exposing her pale soft feet which were stretched taut using toe ties.
“No don’t tie my toes!” Alexis begged as the crowd secured her fully for torture, she had watched other women having their toes tied back like this but being so exposed and helpless was her ultimate fear.
As the first eager members of the crowd teased her sensitive arches the Sandy Blonde brought forth two baskets and a jar. Alexis was confused: ‘what were they… Oh no!’
She began to scream for mercy, they were going to give her the kitten torture! She had witnessed this practise at the stocks were the Sandy Blonde had been tortured and even delighted in how ticklish it made the soles of her feet.
“No Please! Anything but that!” She begged as Andrea applied the liquid to her soles
“Time for a little payback!” Andrea replied, remembering this woman tickling her feet along with Laura’s.
“What is that?” Alexis cried as the cool thick liquid was applied to her soles, even the wet brush tickled slightly but not enough for the strange substance’s texture and smell to intrigue Alexis.
“Oh this! It is a mixture of tuna oil and hummus, out cats can’t get enough of it and the grittiness increased the sensations produced by their rough tongues” Andrea replied with an evil grin.
Alexis begged as the cats licked her feet clean. Her upper body received a thorough tickling from the Scarlett haired woman she had tickled but the hellish sensations at her feet were worse. After the cats had finished feasting, Alexis’ soles were given the full sensitivity treatment before new arrivals were given the chance to tickle her silly. She begged for mercy from the first lick but received none, Andrea took great pleasure in making her beg before sauntering back to tickle Lisa some more, she whispered the rest of the recipe to Scarlett before standing back.
“So I know the Asian cuties name, how about yours?” The crimson haired sadist asked, as she explored the soft skin of Alexis’s arches with her long nails.
“Alex-Alexis! My name is Alexis! Please don’t do this to me!” The struggling girl begged
“Hmm… I’m not sure if I believe you!” Scarlet teased running one finger up and down Alexis arches and admiring her pink toe-nail polish.
Scarlett directed the scrubbing and reduced Alexis to tears as her already sensitive feet were merciless scrubbed with stiff brushes and hot soapy water provided by Andrea. Next came the hairdryers which although they didn’t tickle promised to make the poor girl to ticklish to walk. Scarlett finished with a few gentle slaps that although they didn’t really hurt pushed the sensitivity to the maximum possible.
“Don’t tickle anyone except green-feather without their permission!” Scarlett declared, gently tracing one finger down Alexis’s right arch.
“Oh my God that tickles so much!” Alexis cried, barely believing how sensitive her feet were.
“Okay start off gentle folks” Andrea decreed as she finally pulled herself away.
The torture was too much for Alexis to bear but she had no choice but to suffer. After the Sandy Blonde left a woman in 1920’s clothing arrived asking if anyone had seen her. The crowd were too distracted and Alexis too hysterical to answer. Later an Asian woman in a Geisha outfit arrived and asked the same question upon receiving no answer she stopped Alexis’s torture until she got a response. Scarlett happily replied and invited the woman to join her. Lilly took a brief turn punishing Alexis before heading off to find her girlfriend. After her hour was up Alexis was stripped and given a white cotton blouse and offered a slave outfit consisting of a light brown robe and a rope belt.
“Sorry but you are too much fun to tickle to be allowed this!” Betty chimed holding up her blue feather necklace.
“But I paid £500 for it” Alexis whimpered.
“And now you will pay the feather-price!” Betty teased, anticipating the young woman holding the feather necklace in her mouth as patrons tickled her. Betty loved games were the victim had to keep something in their mouth whilst being tickled. The morning had seen a few such games but the afternoon promised more fun with Lilly and the rest in the Red Zone she would make her own games here.
Andrea had left to visit the staked out Asian woman whose feet were being secured in a peculiar device by a Blue feather dressed in a mad scientist costume. Lisa’s wrists remained tied to their stake whilst her ankles were now tied to a pole held an inch of the ground between eight pegs hammered at opposing angles into the grass.
“What’s all this?” The Sandy blonde asked.
“Just my latest experiment!” The mad scientist replied, his crazy white hair and lab-coat endowing him with a peculiar authority.
“Oh really what are those?” Andrea asked pointing the strange anklets that were strapped around each of Lisa’s ankles featuring lots of little tassels and a strap running over the top of each foot before being looped around each index toe.
“Well those earth the electric current produced by these” The Mad scientist explained with a smile, slipping on a pair of unusual glove.
Electric current? Is this safe?” A member of the crowd asked, both concerned and keen to be allowed to tickle Lisa’s upper body once again.
“Quite safe!” The Mad Scientist replied, switching the gloves on.
Andrea examined the black gloves. Each finger bore lots of tiny copper nibs around the size of a biro tip, the back held a battery and set of switches which their owner adjusted with his thumbs which were bare.
“Would you mind attaching the thumb attachments my dear?” The Mad scientist asked Andrea.
Andrea complied and attached the dangling leather and rubber thumb lops that bore a set of stiff brushes concealing copper wires that Andrea’s keen eyes spotted.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Andrea asked.
“Oh quite safe! Our subject will remain fit and healthy with that lack of foot sensitivity quite forgotten!” The Mad Scientist declared.
“Okay!” Andrea replied, bemused.
“Now if you could hold your feet still my dear!” The gloved professor declared
Lisa was nervous and tried to hold her feet out but curled and swayed uncontrollable. She squeaked as the first sensations greeted her soles. She was surprised; it was not a painful shock, just an intense tingle. The scrubbing and licking had raised her sensitivity, but this was different! True after the cats, goats, scrubbing and hairdryers she was more sensitive, but not being ticklish in the first place meant that her increased awareness of the grass under her feet or the finger and feathers exploring them did not tickle her at all.
The strange new sensation were different however. As her tormentor ran eight fingers up and down her arches she giggled and laughed, the short sharp electric shocks ran throughout her entire body in a new and unexpected way. There was no pain but Lisa panicked and tried to move her feet away and was rewarded by a new sensation at her heels. Andrea marvelled at the cruelty of this punishment, Lisa’s heels were completely immobile and could not escape the torment the electrified brushes delivered.
“Noooooooooooo!......Stooo-ooop!” She begged thrashing desperately.
“You must keep still for our experiment to be successful!” Her tormentor declared.
Lisa desperately tried to keep still and eventually the horrible sensation at her heels ended to be replaced by the less intense but equally unbearable sensations up and down her arches as her soles were explored. The secondary effects ran all through Lisa’s body but began at eight points on her soles, around her ankles a strange tingling collected and varied as she squirmed and wriggled. The anklets stopped the electric current running any further and as her torment proceeded the tingling in her soles seemed to amplify and enhance until she could no longer keep her feet still. She was rewarded again by the horrible brushes, this time exploring her toes. Three volunteers from the crow used rubber gloves to hold her toes apart and her tormentor explored the sensitive regions between each with the horrible brushes.
“Okay that should conclude the first portion of our experiment, I think these should be used first during phase 2” The Mad scientist declared holding up two rubber handled knitting needles.
Lisa panted and heaved, her breasts rising and falling as the world fell back into place. Her feet had never been ticklish before but something about the gloves and the small insistent shocks was worse than any upper body tickles she had ever endured, she remembered the feel of the multitude of sharp points on each fingertip explore her soles and sighed.
“Okay so that is four of you, one pointer each, try and explore her arches in a random pattern…” The scientist began as Lisa recovered.
“I will start first using one finger on each foot” He continued.
Lisa jumped as the horrible sensations returned. Her suffering was reduced by a quarter as only one finger traced a figure of eight over each arch. The sensations were increased as two more points traced a pattern over each foot. Lisa giggled and squirmed unable to distinguish between the horrible sensations, she tried to bat the sensations away and was rewarded by the horrible brushes on her heels. Lisa screamed and obediently held her feet still. Her compliance was rewarded by all four fingers tracing up the sides of her trembling motionless feet as her arches were explored by the sharp pointers.
“Okay time for the acid test!” The scientist declared removing his input entirely.
Lisa continued to giggle and squirm, the electric shocks had stopped but still her feet were ticklish.
“Success! Now if somebody would help me take these gloves off, I want to feel her soles with my own hands!” The scientist declared.
Andrea switched off the gloves and helped their owner remove them. She was then invited to explore Lisa’s arches. The operation had been a complete success and all techniques were used on the freshly corrected feet. Lisa’s upper body received some attention but her newly opened up feet were the main target for the crowd. Both fingers, feather, hairbrushes and all manner of tickle tools were used to tickle her feet, none of which failed to torment her soft soles.
“No Please!” Lisa begged as multiple ticklers used electric toothbrushes to tease her toes, fingers on her arches and hairbrushes to torment her immobile heels.
“Having Fun?” Lilly asked.
“Yeah, she wasn’t foot ticklish until the Professor here used these gloves on her!” Andrea replied.
“Excellent! Would be fun seeing what effect they have on feet that are already ticklish” Lilly pondered.
“They would tickle, but not raise the sensitivity. You see…” The Mad Scientist began
“Fascinating!...” Lilly interjected kneeling at Lisa’s soles and claiming her left arch.
“Very good work!” She continued
“Thankyou” The professor mumbled.
“After we get this one in the stocks it is time for us to explore the Red Zone Cordelia darling!” Lilly address Andrea in a fake formal voice.
“The stocks?! But I have already been those twice!” Lisa pleaded
“Third times a charm!” Lilly purred.
Andrea helped the crowd move Lisa to the long stocks. Her victim struggled but soon was trapped, her arms above her head her toes tied tightly back. Andrea could not wait to explore the Red Zone but gave Lisa one last foot tickle for the road. After she left her place was soon taken the crowd eager to make up for the disappoint felt after every attempt was met with a shy smile devoid of laughter.
“We have a special treat waiting for you in the Red Zone” Lilly purred.
Andrea smiled shyly, she nervously anticipated the joys of Red Zone. She had played games with Lilly and Amy but the thought of being naked and stimulated to the point of orgasm in front of strangers both frightened and excited her. As she walked she held her girlfriend’s hand and wished she still wore the special shoes Natalie had made instead of her boots.
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Andrea did not mind waiting for Lilly. She anticipated the wonders of the Red Zone and did not mind being excluded from the interrogation of Amy the two slaves from the punishment stocks all of whom were accused of performing sexual acts outside of the Red Zone. As she waited Andrea had plenty to entertain her. The long stocks held a few late arrivals along with those wishing to return for another dose of tickle torture. Margaret was still locked in the special set of stocks with the flint-lock pistols and had trapped a few pretty pairs of feet. Andrea remembered tricking the pretty Indian woman and wished she could take another turn at those delicious soles. A similar but less ticklish pair of soles were on display now.
The Asian woman who had been locked in the stocks with Andrea during her ordeal was squirming as her upper body was tickled. The crowd were dis-satisfied with her lack of foot-ticklishness and discussing moving her to a position that allowed more access. She had sat at Alice the juggler’s right in the stocks as Andrea’s feet were scrubbed and licked and brought to an unbearable level of sensitivity that persisted even now. Andrea helped the crowd release her from the stocks and guide her to a patch of grass already prepared with stakes. Their Asian victim squirmed and wriggled as her captors secured each ankle and wrist, Andrea noted the smile on her face and knew she loved every second. Her body was stretched out almost rack-tight, a sheepskin supporting her helpless body. The torture began with feathers exploring her underarms and neck. Soon her ribcage was explored by six pairs of hands driving her insane…
“Please Stop!!! I can’t breathe!” The helpless victim begged.
“Tell us your name and we will stop!” The ringleader replied, a tall slim woman with scarlet hair and alabaster skin shimmering in the sun, Andrea admired the woman and resented the Blue Feather necklace teasing her creamy breasts.
“Lotus Flo-ower! LOTUS FLOWER!!!” The Asian woman cried as if shouting out her safe word.
“Not your Pseudonym! Your real name!” The Scarlet-haired temptress replied, teasing the backs of her victim’s helpless knees.
“Li-isa! Liss-saa! LISA!” Her victim cried out.
“Well Lisa! Why aren’t your feet ticklish?” The ringleader asked, curling her toes in their smart white sandals that matched her sundress.
“I… they just!....” Lisa began.
“Wrong answer!” Scarlet replied digging into Lisa’s helpless tummy.
“Ahhh-ha-ha-ha! Nooooo!” Lisa begged as the multitude of ticklers dug into her most sensitive spots.
Lisa squirmed and thrashed. A few hopeful ticklers still explored her feet, some wishing they would suddenly become ticklish, others just wanting to stroke her silk-soft arches. Scarlet’s feet also received some attention, as she sat on a spare sheepskin teasing Lisa’s knees in revenge for the disappointment at the long stocks a few hours previously she felt a finger slowly explore her right arch. Scarlet inhaled with a start; she was impossibly ticklish! And hated to have her feet touched!
“Do you see this?” She demanded holding her Blue-feather up to the grinning woman with colourful hair who had just tickled her.
“Erm!” The perpetrator stumbled, unsure what was happening.
“It is a Blue Feather! Like yours! That means you have to be punished!” Scarlet declared.
The young woman was escorted to the punishment stocks where she would spend the next hour. Andrea along with about half of the crowd followed her as she was marched to the gatehouse, many thankful she had tickled the ringleader before they did each having admired Scarlet’s soft feet in their sandals. Andrea assisted the scarlet haired temptress lock the victim in the punishment stocks. The front boards that hadn’t been unpacked before Zoe’s ordeal were now stacked behind the stocks. Andrea instructed the impatient crowd to hold her wrists and ankles in place selected the pair with holes the right size for the perpetrators wrist and ankles. The front boards were a hinged device with four holes and a loop for the head, they clipped onto the front of the punishment stocks making them suitable for all sizes of victim. Andrea attached the feather boa to the head loop ensuring that her victim’s neck and chin would be teased as her feet were subjected to more intense tickle torture.
Alexis trembled as she was locked in the cruel device, her colourful converses and socks were removed exposing her pale soft feet which were stretched taut using toe ties.
“No don’t tie my toes!” Alexis begged as the crowd secured her fully for torture, she had watched other women having their toes tied back like this but being so exposed and helpless was her ultimate fear.
As the first eager members of the crowd teased her sensitive arches the Sandy Blonde brought forth two baskets and a jar. Alexis was confused: ‘what were they… Oh no!’
She began to scream for mercy, they were going to give her the kitten torture! She had witnessed this practise at the stocks were the Sandy Blonde had been tortured and even delighted in how ticklish it made the soles of her feet.
“No Please! Anything but that!” She begged as Andrea applied the liquid to her soles
“Time for a little payback!” Andrea replied, remembering this woman tickling her feet along with Laura’s.
“What is that?” Alexis cried as the cool thick liquid was applied to her soles, even the wet brush tickled slightly but not enough for the strange substance’s texture and smell to intrigue Alexis.
“Oh this! It is a mixture of tuna oil and hummus, out cats can’t get enough of it and the grittiness increased the sensations produced by their rough tongues” Andrea replied with an evil grin.
Alexis begged as the cats licked her feet clean. Her upper body received a thorough tickling from the Scarlett haired woman she had tickled but the hellish sensations at her feet were worse. After the cats had finished feasting, Alexis’ soles were given the full sensitivity treatment before new arrivals were given the chance to tickle her silly. She begged for mercy from the first lick but received none, Andrea took great pleasure in making her beg before sauntering back to tickle Lisa some more, she whispered the rest of the recipe to Scarlett before standing back.
“So I know the Asian cuties name, how about yours?” The crimson haired sadist asked, as she explored the soft skin of Alexis’s arches with her long nails.
“Alex-Alexis! My name is Alexis! Please don’t do this to me!” The struggling girl begged
“Hmm… I’m not sure if I believe you!” Scarlet teased running one finger up and down Alexis arches and admiring her pink toe-nail polish.
Scarlett directed the scrubbing and reduced Alexis to tears as her already sensitive feet were merciless scrubbed with stiff brushes and hot soapy water provided by Andrea. Next came the hairdryers which although they didn’t tickle promised to make the poor girl to ticklish to walk. Scarlett finished with a few gentle slaps that although they didn’t really hurt pushed the sensitivity to the maximum possible.
“Don’t tickle anyone except green-feather without their permission!” Scarlett declared, gently tracing one finger down Alexis’s right arch.
“Oh my God that tickles so much!” Alexis cried, barely believing how sensitive her feet were.
“Okay start off gentle folks” Andrea decreed as she finally pulled herself away.
The torture was too much for Alexis to bear but she had no choice but to suffer. After the Sandy Blonde left a woman in 1920’s clothing arrived asking if anyone had seen her. The crowd were too distracted and Alexis too hysterical to answer. Later an Asian woman in a Geisha outfit arrived and asked the same question upon receiving no answer she stopped Alexis’s torture until she got a response. Scarlett happily replied and invited the woman to join her. Lilly took a brief turn punishing Alexis before heading off to find her girlfriend. After her hour was up Alexis was stripped and given a white cotton blouse and offered a slave outfit consisting of a light brown robe and a rope belt.
“Sorry but you are too much fun to tickle to be allowed this!” Betty chimed holding up her blue feather necklace.
“But I paid £500 for it” Alexis whimpered.
“And now you will pay the feather-price!” Betty teased, anticipating the young woman holding the feather necklace in her mouth as patrons tickled her. Betty loved games were the victim had to keep something in their mouth whilst being tickled. The morning had seen a few such games but the afternoon promised more fun with Lilly and the rest in the Red Zone she would make her own games here.
Andrea had left to visit the staked out Asian woman whose feet were being secured in a peculiar device by a Blue feather dressed in a mad scientist costume. Lisa’s wrists remained tied to their stake whilst her ankles were now tied to a pole held an inch of the ground between eight pegs hammered at opposing angles into the grass.
“What’s all this?” The Sandy blonde asked.
“Just my latest experiment!” The mad scientist replied, his crazy white hair and lab-coat endowing him with a peculiar authority.
“Oh really what are those?” Andrea asked pointing the strange anklets that were strapped around each of Lisa’s ankles featuring lots of little tassels and a strap running over the top of each foot before being looped around each index toe.
“Well those earth the electric current produced by these” The Mad scientist explained with a smile, slipping on a pair of unusual glove.
Electric current? Is this safe?” A member of the crowd asked, both concerned and keen to be allowed to tickle Lisa’s upper body once again.
“Quite safe!” The Mad Scientist replied, switching the gloves on.
Andrea examined the black gloves. Each finger bore lots of tiny copper nibs around the size of a biro tip, the back held a battery and set of switches which their owner adjusted with his thumbs which were bare.
“Would you mind attaching the thumb attachments my dear?” The Mad scientist asked Andrea.
Andrea complied and attached the dangling leather and rubber thumb lops that bore a set of stiff brushes concealing copper wires that Andrea’s keen eyes spotted.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Andrea asked.
“Oh quite safe! Our subject will remain fit and healthy with that lack of foot sensitivity quite forgotten!” The Mad Scientist declared.
“Okay!” Andrea replied, bemused.
“Now if you could hold your feet still my dear!” The gloved professor declared
Lisa was nervous and tried to hold her feet out but curled and swayed uncontrollable. She squeaked as the first sensations greeted her soles. She was surprised; it was not a painful shock, just an intense tingle. The scrubbing and licking had raised her sensitivity, but this was different! True after the cats, goats, scrubbing and hairdryers she was more sensitive, but not being ticklish in the first place meant that her increased awareness of the grass under her feet or the finger and feathers exploring them did not tickle her at all.
The strange new sensation were different however. As her tormentor ran eight fingers up and down her arches she giggled and laughed, the short sharp electric shocks ran throughout her entire body in a new and unexpected way. There was no pain but Lisa panicked and tried to move her feet away and was rewarded by a new sensation at her heels. Andrea marvelled at the cruelty of this punishment, Lisa’s heels were completely immobile and could not escape the torment the electrified brushes delivered.
“Noooooooooooo!......Stooo-ooop!” She begged thrashing desperately.
“You must keep still for our experiment to be successful!” Her tormentor declared.
Lisa desperately tried to keep still and eventually the horrible sensation at her heels ended to be replaced by the less intense but equally unbearable sensations up and down her arches as her soles were explored. The secondary effects ran all through Lisa’s body but began at eight points on her soles, around her ankles a strange tingling collected and varied as she squirmed and wriggled. The anklets stopped the electric current running any further and as her torment proceeded the tingling in her soles seemed to amplify and enhance until she could no longer keep her feet still. She was rewarded again by the horrible brushes, this time exploring her toes. Three volunteers from the crow used rubber gloves to hold her toes apart and her tormentor explored the sensitive regions between each with the horrible brushes.
“Okay that should conclude the first portion of our experiment, I think these should be used first during phase 2” The Mad scientist declared holding up two rubber handled knitting needles.
Lisa panted and heaved, her breasts rising and falling as the world fell back into place. Her feet had never been ticklish before but something about the gloves and the small insistent shocks was worse than any upper body tickles she had ever endured, she remembered the feel of the multitude of sharp points on each fingertip explore her soles and sighed.
“Okay so that is four of you, one pointer each, try and explore her arches in a random pattern…” The scientist began as Lisa recovered.
“I will start first using one finger on each foot” He continued.
Lisa jumped as the horrible sensations returned. Her suffering was reduced by a quarter as only one finger traced a figure of eight over each arch. The sensations were increased as two more points traced a pattern over each foot. Lisa giggled and squirmed unable to distinguish between the horrible sensations, she tried to bat the sensations away and was rewarded by the horrible brushes on her heels. Lisa screamed and obediently held her feet still. Her compliance was rewarded by all four fingers tracing up the sides of her trembling motionless feet as her arches were explored by the sharp pointers.
“Okay time for the acid test!” The scientist declared removing his input entirely.
Lisa continued to giggle and squirm, the electric shocks had stopped but still her feet were ticklish.
“Success! Now if somebody would help me take these gloves off, I want to feel her soles with my own hands!” The scientist declared.
Andrea switched off the gloves and helped their owner remove them. She was then invited to explore Lisa’s arches. The operation had been a complete success and all techniques were used on the freshly corrected feet. Lisa’s upper body received some attention but her newly opened up feet were the main target for the crowd. Both fingers, feather, hairbrushes and all manner of tickle tools were used to tickle her feet, none of which failed to torment her soft soles.
“No Please!” Lisa begged as multiple ticklers used electric toothbrushes to tease her toes, fingers on her arches and hairbrushes to torment her immobile heels.
“Having Fun?” Lilly asked.
“Yeah, she wasn’t foot ticklish until the Professor here used these gloves on her!” Andrea replied.
“Excellent! Would be fun seeing what effect they have on feet that are already ticklish” Lilly pondered.
“They would tickle, but not raise the sensitivity. You see…” The Mad Scientist began
“Fascinating!...” Lilly interjected kneeling at Lisa’s soles and claiming her left arch.
“Very good work!” She continued
“Thankyou” The professor mumbled.
“After we get this one in the stocks it is time for us to explore the Red Zone Cordelia darling!” Lilly address Andrea in a fake formal voice.
“The stocks?! But I have already been those twice!” Lisa pleaded
“Third times a charm!” Lilly purred.
Andrea helped the crowd move Lisa to the long stocks. Her victim struggled but soon was trapped, her arms above her head her toes tied tightly back. Andrea could not wait to explore the Red Zone but gave Lisa one last foot tickle for the road. After she left her place was soon taken the crowd eager to make up for the disappoint felt after every attempt was met with a shy smile devoid of laughter.
“We have a special treat waiting for you in the Red Zone” Lilly purred.
Andrea smiled shyly, she nervously anticipated the joys of Red Zone. She had played games with Lilly and Amy but the thought of being naked and stimulated to the point of orgasm in front of strangers both frightened and excited her. As she walked she held her girlfriend’s hand and wished she still wore the special shoes Natalie had made instead of her boots.
