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'Ravenna' & 'Cecillia' in tickle trouble MFF/FF (CTE:1 Saturday afternoon)

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Louise squirmed as she was locked in the stocks. This was her worst fear brought to life. Her boots and thick socks were pulled off and her protective corset was removed leaving her in her nylons and long black dress that hung from two thin straps. Her feet were her worst spot and now they were on display in their sheer nylons.

“No Please!” Louise begged as the padlock was closed with a click.

Louise was aware of the crowd’s stares as her toes were trapped by the loops of string, gasps greeted her black toe nail polish as she pulled against the toe ties. The young Goth’s mind raced back to a few hours earlier when her little friend Sophie was locked in a similar pair of stocks.

"Now let's test these pretty feet!" Cassie gleamed, teasing her victim with slow finger motions just above the stocks.

"No please not my feet!" Louise begged, knowing how ticklish her feet were.

Cassie began slowly exploring the Goth's arches with the tips of her fingers. Even without the use of her nails the young Raven haired beauty went insane and thrashed as she exploded in a fit of laughter. Sophie watched helplessly as her friend was tickled. Three members of the crowd had seized her wrists as she tried to reach over the stocks to prevent her feet from enduring further torture.

"Now I have a little task for you..." A stranger said, surprising Sophie.

The tiny teenager trembled as a man dressed in a circus master's outfit handed her a padlock.

"....Now if you would set a new code and press button when you are done the game can begin" Simon continued.

Sophie didn't understand, the tall man explained she had to change the four number on the padlock, press the button when she was done and the turn the little wheels so the new code wasn't visible.

"...Oh and whatever you do don't forget the code!" Simon added.

Sophie set the padlock to Louise's birthday as her friend’s wrists were secured above her head. Cassie had been joined been several other ticklers at the poor girl's feet whilst her upper body and legs also received a thorough tickling from the crowd. Sophie shuddered, she would not be able to endure half the torture her friend was receiving without having an asthma attack; in fact, even if she didn't have asthma she was sure she would have a heart attack or something! The tiny Sophie was extremely sensitive and had been a particular favourite throughout the morning to the extent she had to swap her green feather necklace with Louise's blue one that would have protected her from the surprise tickles she received every few minutes from other patrons.

Unfortunately, their scheme had been noticed by Cassie who had invented a rule that necklaces may not be swapped and Louise was now suffering the price. Sophie eyed the second set of stocks suspiciously, Louise's ankles were trapped by and upper body that closed inwards towards a central wooden bar and on the opposite side a vacant pair of stocks mirrored the cruel device; vacant except for a few ticklers reaching over to torment Louise's legs and sides.

"Okay that concludes the Green feather tickles! Now it is time for this pair’s special punishment" Simon announced; his circus master's tone causing all the ticklers except for Cassie to stop and pay attention.

"Now this pair were caught swapping necklaces..." He continued, as Cassie continued her torment of Louise's trapped soles.

Sophie watched her friend's hysterical squirms and muffled cries for help. At some point she had been gagged with a big red ball attached to some straps. Sophie had seen similar devices in the morning but was too naïve to know the term 'Ball-gag'. She shuddered; 'What were they going to do to her!' She thought.

"The young Goth you recently enjoyed tickling was attempting to protect this sweet young girl..." Simon continued gesturing to Sophie who squirmed under their stares.

"Ahem! Mistress Ivory!" Simon muttered through a cough, swapping his circus master's tone for a subtle rebuke as Cassie had continued to tickle Louise's feet throughout out his speech.

Cassie stopped tickling the sensitive pale nylon clad soles and paid attention to the Circus master; wondering how long his speech would last, impatient to return to the delicious treat on display and helpless before her.

"Now since she was attempting to protect her friend who foolishly bought a Green feather, we decided it would be ironic to make her friend protect her! Tell me would you say Ravenna's feet were her most sensitive spot?" Simon asked, he was reward by murmurs of approval from the crowd and even a terrified nod from Louise.

"Well, for a short while they shall receive some protection!" Simon announced presenting a steel drum the shape of a top hat.

He was rewarded by silence as he fixed the device in place, it fitted on the front of the stocks over six metal loops which went through six holes like coin slots.

"Hey I was enjoying that!" Cassie protested, realising Louise's feet were now safely secured inside the metal drum.

"No doubt you shall enjoy them again!..." Simon cheerfully replied handing her a chain.

"Now if you would mind threading that through each of the six loops" He asked convivially.

Cassie obeyed sullenly, and Simon clicked the padlock in place.

"Now only sensitive Cecilia here knows the combination to that padlock, if she can last twenty minutes without cracking she and Ravenna shall be freed with a Blue feather necklace each!..." Simon announced in a booming voice that enchanted the crowd.

"....However if she fails Ravenna shall spend an hour plus whatever remains of her twenty minutes suffering an intense tickle torture". He continued, his voice changing to a quieter crueller voice matched by hunched shoulders and an evil smile.

Sophie trembled, she couldn't stand to be tickled for twenty minutes!

The crowd seized the tiny teenager and gently tickled her sides as Simon instructed her torture device be brought forth. A light weight bench featuring several straps was positioned next to a small Y-frame. The bench opened in the middle separating the straps which were clearly intended for the victim's legs. Sophie tried to resist but her struggles were met with a few punitive tickles and she was soon restrained in the device. The Y frame had to be lowered to hold her delicate wrists and arms, exposed her soft underarms. Meanwhile her ankles and calves were secured in the straps on the bench. The tiny teenager as her converses were slowly removed be Cassie and Simon. Sophie wiggled her socked feet in the afternoon air.

"Remind us which of these socks is the thigh high?" Cassie asked, her voice imitating an affectionate inquiry.

“The left one” Sophie replied automatically, tricked by Cassie’s kindly voice.

“Okay well that on is going to have to come off!” Cassie teased.

“No!” Sophie pleaded, sock tickles were almost enjoyable to her but she hated the sensation of sharp nails on her bare feet.

She tried to struggle remembering her ordeal in the stocks earlier in the morning. But her efforts were in vain and Cassie reached up her long purple skirt and slowly teased the yellow and black stripy sock down. As she did so Cassie teased Sophie’s legs especially her inner thighs. Her victim giggled delightfully, surprised to find she almost enjoyed the sensations but dreading those she knew would follow. Cassie enjoyed teasing her victim and slowly shuffled the fabric down until it reached Sophie’s bent knee. Sophie breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the straps around her left calf loosen.

“Oh no! We aren’t letting you go!” Cassie teased.

“Indeed we just need to undo the straps to get this sock off!” Simon added

“No Please! Don’t remove my socks! I can’t stand being tickled with bare feet!” Sophie begged.

“Well I will make a deal with you, if you can keep your left leg still we will let you keep your socks” Cassie purred.

Sophie murmured in agreement, knowing she probably wouldn’t win this little game. Cassie guided her leg off the bench and straightened it out through the gap, it didn’t quiet reach the floor.

“Now point down with your toes! Excellent!” Cassie beamed.

“Now hold that pose!” Simon added.

Sophie cringed as Cassie began lightly tickled her thighs, her soft finger tips dancing down in an elaborate fluttering motion interspersed with intermittent long strokes. Sophie trembled and held her breath, it took all of her resolve to keep still. Again she almost enjoyed the soft thigh tickling, it was curiously comforting and not nearly as torturous as the foot and upper body torture she had recently been introduced to the horrors of.

Cassie picked her moment as her victim inhaled and held her breath; with panther like precision Cassie pounced. Focusing her efforts on the spot directly behind her victim’s outstretch knee, as her new assault landed she increased the tempo of fluttering fingertips. The resultant kick was accompanied by a squeal from Sophie, Cassie chuckled and grabbed the flailing ankle not wanting Sophie to hurt herself.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked, tickling Sophie’s socked right foot.

“Yeah she caught me by surprise but no damage” Cassie replied, folding down Sophie’s sock so it only covered her ankle.

Sophie tried to apologise through her helpless laughter but the addition of Simon tickling her right foot left her unable to speak. Cassie returned her leg to the bench and addressed her victim;

“Now you have one more chance to keep still, and kick me again and you will be punished” Cassie commanded as her victim breathed deeply trying to regain control of herself.

Simon had stopped tickling her foot and encouraged the watching crowd to tickle Louise. Sophie watched her friend struggle as her upper body and legs were tormented once more. She knew that if she was to resist for whatever remained of the twenty minutes she need to keep her socks. It was hopeless however, as Cassie tickled her left foot she instinctively squirmed away. Cassie grabbed her fleeing ankle and secured the strap over her calf. Sophie winced as the long sock was unfolded and slowly pulled from the toes by Cassie who cheered as it was pulled inch by inch;

“Whooo-oooo-ooaaaa… There it is!” She declared triumphantly as her victim’s pale soft soles glimmered in the sun.

Cassie secured the ankle strap and enjoyed a few victory tickles alternating between Sophie right socked sole and her bare left arch.

“You know the sock definitely makes a difference!” She declared.

“Pleee-ease No!” Sophie begged.

“Do you want to keep the right one on?” Cassie asked, ignoring her victim’s pleas for mercy.

“Doo-ooh-on’t!” Was all Sophie could manage.

“Well I enjoyed that game so much! I think it is time for another round! Splay out your toes and keep your feet still!” Cassie commanded.

Cassie had to stop tickling for Sophie to be able to obey, soon she was rewarded with two quivering feet, one bare the other protected by the thin white and red fabric of Sophie’s right sock.

“Now keep your feet like that or else Sockie is coming off!” Cassie teased, easing the fabric of Sophie’s right sock out from the ankles strap and folding it up so it resembled an ankle sock.

“No please!” Sophie begged, all these cruel games were making her ordeal worse!

Cassie began lightly using her fingertips on Sophie’s quivering right foot. It was all Sophie could do to keep still. When Cassie blew on the toes of her left bare foot she instinctively curled them scrunching her pale arches to Cassie’s delight.

“Ah-Ah!” Cassie chided: “Just for that you lose half your sock!”

Cassie pulled Sophie’s right sock down exposing Sophie’s heel and half her arch, she admired her victim’s pink round heels and delighted in the desperate shudders and squirms. As she watched her prey an evil thought entered her mind.

“Now I want you to splay the toes on your left foot, but keep the ones on your right foot together” She calmly ordered.

It took Sophie a while to obey, she had never been very co-ordinated and could never do things like rub her belly and pat her head at the same time. Her confusion earned her a brief respite in which she became more aware of Louise’s plight. Her position had been changed such that she lay back with her arms stretched above her head. Her underarms were receiving a slow feathering whilst her tummy was being mercilessly tickled. Sophie could tell the tummy tickles were bothering her friend a lot and dreaded similar torture being inflicted on her sensitive body which could barely endure the soft feathers she watched tease and torment Louise. Her friend’s tormentors played similar games insisting she keep still under the administrations of the soft plumes on her neck and underarms and punishing her with tummy tickles when she flinched. Sophie remembered her friend’s valiant attempts to protect her during the morning and resolved to keep her feet still no matter what.

Cassie eventually persuaded her victim not to splay both sets of toes holding the right foot with her hand to demonstrate what she wanted. She began using her fingertips softly on the left foot carefully keeping her touches gentle enough for Sophie to resist. She mimicked the same action on the right foot but increased tempo and swapped to her nails and she reached Sophie’s arch. The second Sophie lost control Cassie ripped the sock off exposing her victim’s feet. She laughed sadistically as her victim laughed desperately. Sophie struggled helplessly as Cassie used her nails on both soles.

“Okay time to tie her toes back and get started!” Simon declared returning from an unknown errand.

“Noooooo!” Sophie begged, dreading the prospect of the toe-ties.

“Time for the torture to begin!” Cassie gloated, easing her victory tickles and preparing one set of toe ties that clipped to the underneath of the bench.

“Please don’t tie my toes!” Sophie continued to beg as she desperately tied to catch her breath, between witnessing the cruel devices for the first time that morning and her subsequent captivity in the stocks they had become her ultimate fear.

“Just tell us the code and we won’t sweetie!” Cassie offered.

Sophie panted, she couldn’t do that to Louise.

“Tell you what, just the first digit?” Simon offered.

“Okay” Sophie quietly muttered… “Two” the tiny teenager desperately tried to avoid Louise’s gaze.

“Okay twenty minutes to go and only three numbers left” Cassie triumphantly declared.

“What, but you have been tickling me for ages!” Sophie protested.

“Yes but that was all just a side-bet!” Cassie replied evilly.

Simon started the timer and selected four feathers from his box of tricks. Cassie remained at Sophie’s feet and reluctantly accepted two feathers under Simon’s instruction.

“We are going to work our way up through the tickle tools; starting with the soft and gentle and breaking you with the torturous and unbearable” Simon intoned to the fascination of the crowd.

Sophie resisted the feathers, giggling delightfully as her neck, feet and underarms were identified as her worst spots. She hoped she would be able to resist the other tortures as easily but knew a tummy tickle like the one Louise was enduring would send her into a panic attack.

“Okay and now for finger tips” Simon declared.

Cassie gleefully dug into Sophie’s soles, sometimes tickling both feet but preferring to hold the big toe in one hand and using the other to tickle.

“My dear the idea is we start slow and build up!” Simon chided Cassie, noting how close Sophie was to an asthma attack and aware of the fine line he had to draw. He had instructed Hailey the nurse to watch closely and informed her of their victim’s asthma prior to restraining the young girl.

Cassie obeyed resentfully and agreed to swap places with Simon after she found the allure of merciless tickle torture impossible to resist. Cassie quickly discovered Sophie’s tummy was a ticklish goldmine and had return to Sophie’s soles so that Simon could keep an eye on her. This allowed both of her feet to be tickled whilst her toes were held tightly stretching out her arches and making squirming away impossible. She was considering exchanging the second number for a respite when Simon declared.

“And now behold the effect of fingernails as opposed to finger tips!”

The effect was instantaneous, Sophie was already wriggling and squirming but screamed and thrashed desperately the second the sharp sensations began. She could not coherently offer information in exchange for a reprieve and suffered for what felt like an eternity but was only a minute before her torture slowed to allow her to breathe.

“No more!” She begged as she filled her lung and tried to calm herself.

“We will now give our victim a short break during which the timer will be paused” Simon declared.

The crowd gave a round of applause whilst those torturing Louise looked around. On the front of the stocks a chalk board directed those wishing to tickle instead of watch to the helpless Goth. Sophie slowly recovered dreading the next torturous ordeal.

“No more nails!” She begged hoarsely.

“I’m afraid I can’t offer that” Simon replied.

“I will give you the next number” Sophie offered.

“Still no deal, say do you think you could endure tickle torture better in socks?” Simon asked.

Sophie considered this and eventually agreed, her captors did not ask for the next digit before slipping a pair of ankle socks over her wriggling feet. The socks felt strange to Sophie, they were warm and comforting to her heels, toes and the tops of her feet; but her arches felt cool in the afternoon sun, she flexed her toes and pondered the strange sensations. Eventually she recognised the soft fabric as being similar to a pair of nylons, as she wondered why her captors made her wear these Simon began to address the crowd;

“Now Ladies and gentlemen you have witnessed this poor young girl’s vulnerability to tickle torture on her sensitive bare feet, now behold the effect of such torments through the filter of these special socks…” The crowd were entranced by his words, Sophie meanwhile trembled.

“As some of you may know nylons and stockings can increase a victim’s ticklishness dependent upon their sensitivity and the sheerness of the fabric. These socks feature extremely sheer fabric on the underneath part which is held in place perfectly by the upper parts, positioning perfectly it for optimum sensitivity”.

“Hey!” Sophie protested realising she had been tricked.

“We didn’t say we would give you your socks back!” Cassie whispered in her ear before settling down to explore her soles.

Simon joined her and suggested they begin with one finger tip. Even this was unbearable for Sophie and she squealed and giggled, amazed at how much more the sensations tickled. She began to plead for mercy when her tormentors increased to five fingers, using the other hand to hold her toes in place.

“Now ladies and gentlemen these are the smallest size we offer; and I expect you will be glad to know such socks are now on sale in the gatehouse alongside a range of other items for a reasonable price. Many of our tickle toys are free to use subject to their proper care and return. Other items such as these are available….” Simon continued like this as Sophie thrashed and begged, she was in hell meanwhile her tormentor was making a sales pitch!

“….Now in addition to the sheer nylon soles there is a special scratchy fabric underneath the toes to enhance the sensations in this most sensitive regions” Simon continued.

Sophie exploded as her toes were explored. There seemed to be something embedded in the fabric of the stocks that enhanced the ticklishness of the already unbearable sensations. Worse still the toe tickles felt different to the torment of her arches giving her tormentors the opportunity to keep her in the first most hellishly panicky stage of being tickled. Between thrashing hopelessly to escape the tickle hell Sophie wondered if they had tricked her into these socks just to torture her or to try and sell them to the crowd. Eventually she couldn’t take anymore and slumped as far forwards as her bonds would allow and began wheezing. The tickling stopped and a woman approaches from the crowd who comforted her slightly, her timer was paused and the kind woman quietly whispered that was exhausted but hadn’t had asthma attack. Sophie wished she had! Somehow they had tickled her past her asthma stage and into a new unknown kind of tickle-hell.

“Now we can either resume once you have rested or you can exchange that second digit and we will remove the socks” Simon offered.

“And no more finger tickles” Sophie bargained in a raspy voice.

“Deal!” Simon quickly snapped, knowing what the next phase of torture involved.

Simon asked Cassie to enter the numbers 2 and 4 into the padlock and rotate the other Black Feathers. Meanwhile he addressed the crowd, standing behind Sophie;

“Now many of you may have items such as these at home, likely most of you will be aware of how they can tickle feet horribly…”

As he spoke Simon held up the items for them to see, no matter how Sophie twisted she couldn’t see the device the circus master spoke of.

She was instructed to look directly forwards at Louise whose belly button was being explored with a selection of cotton buds and other horrible device. By the look on her face Sophie knew her friend was suffering terribly. Unlike her she had not received a break throughout the entire duration of the cruel games. Sophie’s horror at her friend’s obvious torment was interrupted by a familiar sound, a sort of buzzing. She curled her toes wondering what new torments awaited her when each big toe was seized. Suddenly the space underneath her toes was invaded by cruel spinning brushes; ‘What were they doing to her!’. She instantly began to struggle and squirm. The sensations were so unbearable she couldn’t place where she knew that noise from.

“I thought I told you to move on!” She heard Simon say.

“Yeah I will in a bit” Cassie replied.

Sophie meanwhile gabbled incoherently. The sensations were unbearable despite being limited to one part of her foot: the area between the balls of her feet and toes she was extremely sensitive and as her toes were explored the sensations did not lessen with repetition.

“Ladies and gentlemen If we could have two volunteers to join us!” Simon announced.

Almost every member of the crowd put their hands up to volunteer, Sophie protested to no avail as two were selected. A young couple who gleefully accepted two devices and under Simon’s instruction began exploring her toes. Sophie thrashed and wailed, this was worse than the stocking socks, worse than the nails. As three more volunteers were encouraged forwards she pleaded for mercy trying to cry out the complete code in an attempt for clemency but was too incoherent.

“So that is two more on each foot and if one of you could replace Mistress Ivory” Simon announced.

Cassie however remained put, and the tickler who should have replaced her slunk round to the front and began teasing Sophie’s thighs with her fingertips. The sensations calmed Sophie as the tickle torture of her feet paused for her to catch her breath once more.

“Ple-ease… will do anything!” Sophie begged quietly, still able to feel the spectre of the horrible sensations between her toes.

“Shhh!” Her thigh tickler whispered.

The young woman at her thighs was older than Sophie but remarkably similar in height and build. She wore a long cream dress with some sort of pattern involving Ying-Yang’s and other symbols. She had purple hair and glasses and pale feet just visible under her skirt in their strappy sandals the soles of which were made of a straw-like basketwork. Simon admired the young woman, particularly liking the purple nail varnish that matched her hair. He noted she had not stopped tickling when commanded and considered that later she should be punished for this; especially on her feet.

“Okay so we will need that next number, I think we have enough tickle toys for everyone in the crowd and if we used the toe-ties you will not be able to keep us out. “Simon demanded.

“No! You said no toe-ties!” Sophie protested, remembering the first number she revealed.

“Oh yes! So we did, well there are enough of us to hold your feet still manually I suppose” Simon conceded.

“No please don’t!” Sophie begged

“Third digit and no more tickle toys” Cassie added grinning.

“Okay! Okay! Zero! Just no more of those… things!” Sophie begged.

“You don’t know what these are do you?” Simon asked as Cassie entered the new number on the padlock.

Simon held up an electric toothbrush to Sophie’s horror; she eventually recognised the device in his other hand as an electric flosser, she had seen them in shop but used dental floss herself. As she panted and whimpered a woman in 1920’s clothing arrived and kissed the circus master.

“How did you rotate; Cassie wouldn’t leave”. Simon asked.

“I recruited her friend Camille as a stand in, if all goes to plan she should watch the sanctuary which Natalie can see from her position”. Betty replied.

“Ah right, give me a hand getting Cassie in the stocks” Simon whispered quietly as his quarry mocked Louise.

“Okay Ladies and Gentlemen!” Simon addressed the crowd; “You have seen nylon tickling, you have seen bare tickling! Now witness a torture straight out of Medieval Europe!” The ever growing crowd murmured excitedly.

Sophie could see them looking at something but again could not turn to see.

“Now out victim is going to require a little rest after her ordeal so Mistress Ivory here will demonstrate this technique!” Simon announces

“Wha?” Cassie asked before being seized by Betty and a few helpful members of the crowd.

“Yes she was supposed to move the event organisers around but refused, now she will be punished!” Simon continued.

Cassie struggled as she was locked in the stocks. To her right Louise suffered a reduced tickle torment, the prospect of a horrible medieval torture technique had intrigued many of her tormentors.

“Now if memory serves Cassie’s feet are quiet ticklish already” Simon announced as he and Betty removed her hiking boots and white socks.

Cassie giggled at the sock and bare tickles and tried to resist as her arms were tied above her head, Louise too was being propped up back to a sitting position.

“However after the technique we shall soon demonstrate she will be more ticklish than poor Cecilia here” Simon concluded, gesturing to Sophie who was still be tickled by the short woman with purple hair.

“Ahem! She is on a break the timer is stopped” Simon added.

“Oh she doesn’t mind I think she likes it!” The little Hippy added, tickling Sophie’s thighs gently.

Simon made a mental note to increase the intensity and duration of her punishment and beckoned forwards the woman from behind Sophie. Cassie’s eyes opened wide with fear as she saw the woman approach with two goats.

“No! You can’t!” She begged, remembering Andrea’s ordeal earlier that day.

“Well if you will be dis-obedient you must be punished!” Betty replied with a sadistic grin.

Cassie desperately struggled as her toes were tied back, her captors slipped the little blocks of salt between her toes and coated her feet in a thick pungent brine. The goats were already focused on their target and being held back by their handler and an assistant, who stroked the docile but alert creatures. The goats were encouraged forwards slowly, Sophie watched in horror as they began to lick Cassie’s trapped feet.

“Nooo! Please!” Cassie begged as their rough raspy tongues lapped at the brine.

The goat’s tongues were coarse and tickled like nothing else Cassie had ever felt, even their breathe on her toes was unbearable. They began at her arches before finding the nodules of salt between her toes. Cassie tried to wriggle her toes but escape was impossible. Eventually a few of the crowd began exploring her upper body, Louise too began to suffer as the novelty of the goats wore off. The blocks of salt between Cassie’s toes had begun to foam up with saliva which ran down her helpless arches and onto her heels. Occasionally the goats would give her toes a break to chase these rivulets keeping Cassie in a state of uncertain hysteria.

“Now that is usually when we stop, but Cassie’s feet are tough enough to take some more” Simon declared reapplying the brine”

“No! Simon! Don’t! It tickles so much!” Cassie begged

“Indeed and as long as it tickles you shall suffer, you see ladies and gentlemen in the medieval period this torture would continue until the victim’s feet were red and raw and the goat’s tongues unbearably painful…” Simon replied, turning his response into a speech to the crowd.

“Nooooo!” Cassie begged, hysterical from the torture and truly believing they would do this to her,

“Whilst we will stop the goats from licking just before this point, ready for phase 2” Simon concluded.

Sophie was horrified, this little show was intended for her. Even her thigh tickler had stopped and turned to watch as Cassie begged. Whilst the goats licked her feet which seemed to grow more ticklish with each touch of their tongues the woman in 1920’s dress had begun preparing two bowls of hot soapy water. Sophie couldn’t imagine this torture being inflicted upon her and wished she had bought a Blue necklace and avoided all this tickle torture.

“I think that is enough!” Simon declared almost in unison with the goat’s handler, Cassie soles had reach that sweet spot just before their tongues became painful to endure and the skin was extremely sensitive.

Sophie watched as Cassie’s feet were scrubbed, the hot soapy water and brushes drove her insane. Sophie almost pitied her, she had spent most of the day being tickled by Cassie but still this was horrendously cruel. She wanted them to stop tickling the poor woman, except she knew then it would be her turn. Electric toothbrushes were used to get in between Cassie’s toes and Sophie curled her toes at the memory of their cruel spinning bristles. After the scrubbing Cassie was given a brief respite whilst her feet were heated with travel hairdryers. knowing her ordeal wasn’t over Cassie continued to beg for mercy, something she hadn’t been able to do during the scrubbing.

“Now Ladies and Gentlemen if you remember how ticklish Cassie was prior to her treatment prepare to be amazed” Simon announced.

He ran one finger up and down her soles and she exploded, unable to bear even the slightest touch. Simon used all five fingers of one hand whilst laying tickle toys out on top of the stocks with the other.

“Now Ladies and gentleman if you would like to form an orderly line this way so Sophie can see Cassie’s torment! No more than two ticklers at a time”. Before he had finished speaking an orderly line was formed.

Cassie howled and screamed so loud she had to be gagged such that the music playing on the castle’s ramparts covered the sound. Sophie watched in horror, as Simon approached she knew the time was nigh.

“So ready to tell us the final number?” Simon asked.

“Okay! Okay! You can’t do that to me! I’m ticklish enough already!” Sophie begged

“Indeed as is your friend’s Louise….” Simon replied as he spoke Sophie’s eyes opened wide in horror.

“Remember how ticklish the socks were, well Louise will suffer that first until we rip her nylons off and feed her soft soles to the goats!” Simon continued.

As he spoke Louise protested into her ball-gag her eyes pleading with Sophie.

“Then after the full sensitivity treatment we have a pair of socks in her size….” Betty added.

“No!” Sophie begged, she couldn’t stand any more torture but couldn’t condemn her friend to a ticklish fate.

“Tell you what we will give you one last chance, I have a padlock if you want to trade!” Betty added, holding up a plain padlock with a key on a bit of string.

“What?” Sophie asked, confused.

“Tell us the last number and I will put this padlock on the chain in its place. I will give you the key to hold.” Betty explained.

Sophie still didn’t understand but dreaded the goats licking her feet.

“Nine!” She conceded.

“Okay open wide!” Betty replied, holding out the string.

“Just bite down on the string, my wife likes these games” Simon added as the padlock replaced the one Sophie had revealed the code for.

The key bounced against Sophie’s tummy as she squirmed. Simon, Betty and a few other ticklers circles around her.

“Okay she has eight minutes left with six of us tickling; no fingers, no electric toothbrushes or flosser and no toes ties”. Simon explained holding up the clock for Sophie to see…

‘Had she really only suffered for twelve minutes’ She thought to herself

“What about hairbrushes” one of the crowd asked.

“Only in the last minute” Simon replied.

Sophie groaned, she had seen the effect hairbrushes had on Cassie’s oiled feet. If she resisted the first seven minutes of tickling it would be a miracle if she kept her mouth closed for the last one. The tickling began with feather dusters on her underarms, the tiny teenager squirmed and bit down on the string desperate to win the game and keep Louise’s feet safe. Soon stiff goose feathers explored her arches and toes whilst her thigh tickler used soft fluffy feathers to tease her favourite target. Sophie squirmed and thrashed her head from side to side. Suddenly one of her foot ticklers dropped their feather and grabbed her toes, licking in between before running their tongue up her arch. Sophie cringed hating the sensation. She watched the clock determined to outlast her ticklers. Her small chest rose and fell as she was tickled just below the intensity it took to trigger her asthma. The clock reached two minutes and tears ran down Sophie’s cheeks, the tickling was gentle but the eighteen-year-old was so sensitive. She looked at Louise who nodded in encouragement, being free of ticklers who gravitated towards Cassie’s suffering soles instead.

Sophie squirmed as her feet were oiled, she knew it was coming and tried to relax but her heart was beating so fast in her chest. All the tickling stopped as the clock approached her last minute of tickle torture.

“Five – Four - Three – Two – One!” Simon counted down, pointing to the ticklers at her feet after the last stroke of the clock.

The ticklers held Sophie’s big toes stretching her soles taut, their hairbrushes poised. Sophie whimpered….

The second the hairbrushes made contact Sophie exploded.

“Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” She laughed the key fell to the floor and she threw her head back.

The other ticklers took this as a sign to tickle her tummy and underarms with their fingers throwing her over the edge into tickle hell. Simon picked up the key and held it up for Sophie to see.

“One last chance! Agree to suffer this torture for 10 minutes and we will let Louise go free!” He offered

Sophie couldn’t reply, the hairbrushes tickled so much. The points explored her soft arches like hundreds of little fingernails.

Simon gestured for the tickling to stop. Sophie sighed and panting, accepting her inhaler from Hailey

“So do we have a deal?” Simon asked

“You will tickle her for an hour if I don’t agree?” Sophie asked

“That is the plan” Betty replied.

“No deal” Sophie replied quietly, Louise had already suffered more than her anyway.

“Good girl!” Betty whispered in her ear.

“Now agree to tickle her yourself and we will cut her punishment down to half an hour” Betty added, keeping her voice to a whisper.

“Agreed!” Sophie whispered back; unsure why she was whispering, it was just what you did when someone whispered to you.

“And mention this deal to her and we will tickle you both all day long!” Simon added in Sophie’s other ear.

Louise hadn’t heard Sophie refuse the first deal and assumed her friend had cracked. She cowered as the metal drum was removed from its place exposing her feet. She dreaded the goats but was subjected to a nylon tickling first. Simon and Betty instructed Sophie in the best torture techniques focusing on Louise’s arches and toes. Louise was angry at first and shouted at Sophie through her ball-gag. Soon she was tied back in a lying position next to Cassie’s whose extra sensitive feet were still being tortured.

Betty abandoned her feet and climbed over the stocks to straddle Louise. The young Goth found to her horror that the flexible woman could tickle her underarms with her hands and her tummy and legs with her feet, as effectively in each area as the other. She struggled in her bonds but it was hopeless. She had no idea how much time passed when the torture paused.

“Do you have any sentimental attachment to these nylons?” Betty asked.

Louise didn’t understand and shook her head whilst pleading for the torture to stop. Hungrily her tormentors ripped the nylons off leaving a little bit on each big toe due to the toe-ties. Louise squirmed as additional restraints pulled back her feet splaying out her other toes, the air felt good on her feet but she knew what torture would follow. To her surprise hot soapy water scrubbed her feet clean rather than the rough raspy tongues she had been dreading.

“They got a bit smelly in that metal drum!” Betty explained.

After a horrendously ticklish scrub clean Louise soles were heated with the hairdryers, she hoped this meant to the goats had been eschewed. She was right but this was of little consolation as Sophie was instructed in the best techniques to tickle bare feet. Louise raved into her ball-gag furious with her friend. Soon her tormentors moved on to the correct used of electric toothbrushes and flossers between the toes. Sophie didn’t like inflicting this torture knowing how badly it tickled her and asked to tickle Cassie’s feet instead.

Her instructors were only too happy to expand their lesson and Sophie relished in taking revenge on the Ivory Goddess. Louise continued to suffer; after the toothbrushes, hairbrushes and oil were used. Sophie also used these on Cassie’s feet learning from the lesson demonstrated on her friend’s pale arches and heels. Soon the half hour was up and Louise was freed from the stocks, Sophie continued to tickle Cassie as her friend was guided to the sanctuary. She lost track of time whilst tickling Cassie and looked around to see the purple haired woman locked in the device in which she had been tormented.

Simon was tickling her feet whilst other’s explored her upper body. Sophie abandoned Cassie’s soles to investigate, her place was quickly taken by the next person in the queue.

“Why are you tickling her?” She asked.

“Because she tickled your thighs when I asked everyone to stop” Simon replied, as his wife simultaneously said;

“Because it’s fun!” Betty looked at her husband as he finished his sentence.

“Okay…” Sophie mumbled returning to reality and noticing the victim’s sandals next to her mismatched converses.

She was suddenly aware she was barefoot and decided on a whim to try the sandals. Not only did they fit but their wedge heels made her two inches taller. Sophie smiled at the laughing victim, who’s blue feather necklace was bouncing up and down as she struggled.

“Want to tickle her?” Betty asked.

Sophie was unsure, she enjoyed tickling people but her torturous ordeal had left her confused. Somehow this didn’t seem real. The tickling slowed just enough for the victim to catch her breath.

“Tickle………my……....thighs………like……..I…..…tickled ……..you” The victim asked between breaths.

Sophie obliged and enjoyed the little contented giggles her new friend emitted as a result.

“Yes she likes that, she is the only Blue feather so far to volunteer to be tickled” Betty commented

“She volunteered for this?” Sophie asked.

“No this is a punishment! She can’t stand having her feet tickled” Simon added.

“Actually I have very mi-ixed feelings about that!” The victim commented between giggles.

Her foot tickling resumed but Sophie felt as if her thigh tickling somehow made it more bearable, she remembered how it felt oddly soothing to her.

“Okay that is enough tickling for this one!” Simon declared

“What about Cassie?” Betty asked

“Yeah okay, we need the support. But make her wear those prototypes for Natalie’s project” Simon replied

Sophie was amazed at the sandals Cassie was forced to wear. They were essentially brown leather sandals with the soles cut out but featured padlocks attached to critical points between the straps so they couldn’t be removed. Cassie’s heels were covered still as were the balls of her feet but her arches and toes were tickled by the grass. Normally this wouldn’t have affected her but as a combined result of the goats, scrubbing and hairdryer she struggled to walk. Whilst she pondered the depths of these people’s ingenuity and cruelty Sophie was suddenly grabbed and gently tickled in the ribs. As the tiny teenager squirmed and giggled she was scooped up by the circus master.

“Wha-ha-ha-ha- are you doing?!” She asked as Betty continued to tickle her.

“We haven’t quite finished our little game” Betty purred as her husband carried the wriggling teen away.

Sophie was guided to a sheepskin under the shade of a small tree, the branches of which were strewn with leather straps and manacles. Sophie quivered, she had seen other women tied to trees. Before Simon put her down his wife gagged her with a smaller version of the gag Louise had been silenced with earlier.

Sophie tried to resist but her captors were aided by a few eager blue feathers. Eventually she was laid out on her back with her ankles tied under a convenient branch with her shins against the smooth wood. Her wrists where tied to a stake above her head exposing her underarms. Sophie struggled but it was hopeless, her captors began with feathers softly explored her pale sensitive skin, in addition to her underarms and neck her arches and toes were explored through her new sandals. Her long purple skirt concertinaed back revealing her soft pale legs. One of the small crowd began lightly tracing her fingertips up and down the back of Sophie’s legs pausing slightly at the back of her knees to flutter her fingers driving the teen insane. Sophie desperately begged for mercy into her ball-gag. Somehow it seemed to make the tickling worse, as though the laughter was held back like the water behind a dam. Just as Sophie thought things couldn’t get any worse Louise leaned over grinning malevolently, her long dark hair tickled Sophie’s underarms, keeping her giggling throughout her short respite.

“So decided to let me suffer to save your own skin eh?” Her friend asked.

Sophie protested into her gag; ‘Didn’t Louise know she only agreed to tickle her to half the time she would be tortured for?’

The gag prevented her from communicating details of the deal she had made to her friend who settled down to use her fingertips and nails on her underarms.

“Enjoying your revenge?” Betty asked, loving the evil twist to the little scheme.

“Yeah but her feet are her worst spot if memory serves….” Louise replied, adding; “When did she get those sandals?”

“Oh those are mine” a short woman with purple hair replied.

Aisha; The sandal’s true owner joined Louise in slowly unbuckling the stolen shoes from Sophie’s feet. Their true owner had borrowed Sophie’s converses in exchange, pocketing her mismatched sock preferring the nylon soled socks she had begged to be removed. Aisha wriggled her toes in the socks; she secretly wanted to know what it felt like to be tickled whilst wearing them, for now she would be content with wondering whilst she tickled her new friend who was the same height and show size as her.

Soon Sophie was barefoot. To her horror her toes were tied back to an offshoot of the branch her ankles were tied to. She begged into her gag as the pair began wiggling their fingers above her soft soles. Louise’s nails were the worst and soon came to dominate the torture. Aisha knelt to explore her victim’s ticklish thighs, in addition to their physical similarities she was sure her victim enjoyed having her thighs gently stroked. Indeed, the softly reassuring sensations almost comforted Sophie such that she could endure Louise’s horrible nails.

“This’ll teach you!” Louise triumphantly declared, having spent most of the day being tickled because of her friend.

“What, didn’t she agree to spare you half an hour of torture?” Aisha innocently asked.

There was a weary sigh from Simon and Betty as Aisha revealed their rouse. In revenge the tied Aisha opposite Sophie with her ankles face down on the branch. They were amazed when removing the mismatched conversed their captive had borrowed from Sophie; Aisha meanwhile giggled nervously curling her toes in the special socks.

“What have we here?” Betty purred.

“I thought I would try them instead of wearing her socks” Aisha explained.

“Hmm let’s see if they make you more ticklish…” Betty chimed.

It was immediately apparent that Aisha’s feet were indeed far more ticklish than during her earlier punishment tickle session thanks to the special socks. Louise had forgiven her friend and focused instead on Aisha’s stocking-socked soles. Sophie’s gag had been removed and Hailey the nurse waited patiently with an inhaler on standby as a few members of the crowd softly teased her with feathers. Sophie noticed her friend wore a new feather necklace that was dyed both purple yellow and black in diagonal stripes. She asked about it during one of the respites for her asthma.

“Oh they have one of these for you too…” Louise replied.

“Since we didn’t win Blue feathers they gave us these.” She added.

“Yes you are now the personal tickle slaves of all Black Feathers. It is essentially the same as being a blue feather but any of the show’s organisers can volunteer you for games, demonstrations or just honest to goodness tickle torture” Betty gleamed.

As the afternoon sun lazily sauntered in the general direction of the horizon Aisha and Sophie giggled and squirmed. Around them, tied to other trees or locked in other stocks many other women giggled and begged for mercy their cries concealed by the speakers dotted around the castle walls. Despite her ordeal Sophie felt content as Louise returned to gently tease her feet with a long soft feather, the tickling was kept at the level where she could almost enjoy it. Between the soft sensations and the contact with her new friend the other side of the branch Sophie’s ordeal faded into a soft blur of giggles and squirms.
 
I so love this series.... Can't wait to see what happens in the RED zone
 
Thanks. I will get on to the stories detailing the Red Zone after Matilda's afternoon experiences, it is already about half way finished
 
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