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Zoe & Jenny in the Red Zone *FF/FF (CTE1: Saturday afternoon)

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Zoe was terrified. Her morning’s ordeal on the rack and locked in the punishment stocks been horrific, pushing her to the very limit of her endurance. As she was escorted to her ‘interrogation room’ she wondered why she had let Jenny persuade her to stay. After being released from the rack Zoe was ready to get as far away from the castle as possible but somehow her new friend Jenny had persuaded her to stay in order give her a little tickle. After an interesting tickle session in a sand pit Jenny had guided her out of bounds into the woods. Now the pair stood charged with one count of venturing beyond the event limits and another of performing a sexual act outside of the Red Zone.

Zoe had never had an orgasm before, she had little time for boys. Aside from a peculiar tingly feeling when awaking from dreams of tickle-torturing her friend Anna, she had only recently discovered her desires. During her session tickling Jenny in the sand pit, the panties she had borrowed to replace her own had come alive; stimulating her in ways she never thought possible. She thought about how Jenny had slipped her hand down her own panties during their private tickle session, at first she was both uncomfortable and intrigued. Now she was afraid. After what these people had done to her this morning what were they going to do to her now?!

Her interrogation room proved to be the room in which she had changed earlier that morning. Zoe was sat in a chair by the woman in 1920’s clothing, she waited for the guards to restrain her but they did not.

“Be honest and don’t try to escape and this will be a lot easier” Betty said calmly

Zoe nodded and decided she might be able to trust the petite woman.

“Tell us about what happened and we will compare your story to your friend’s and if they match we will have no further questions” Betty continued.

“What will happen to Jenny?” Zoe asked.

“She claims you were a bystander; she has offered to take the full punishment, but of course if your stories don’t match….” Betty replied, trailing off to leave the unspoken threat hanging in the air.

Zoe recounted her story, starting with her ordeal on the rack following the cruel trick Cleo had played on her in the stocks. This earnt her some sympathy and she felt confident she would be treated fairly. She continued describing Jenny’s session in the sand pit, omitting the vibrating panties before moving onto Jenny asking her to follow her into the woods. As she spoke she tried to think of a way not to portray Jenny as the instigator but her fear got the better of her, and although she didn’t blame Jenny it was clear that both transgressions were Jenny’s idea.

“Okay so what did you do when you saw what your friend was doing” Betty asked.

“…Well I tickled her feet for a few seconds more and then the guards arrived” Zoe replied, she had been tempted to leave out the reluctant tickles she gave Jenny’s feet but didn’t want to lie.

“Okay well I need to compare notes with my colleagues, in the meantime I’m afraid we are going to have to restrain you” Betty finished.

Zoe gulped but accepted her fate hoping that her obedience would earn her ticket to freedom. Betty and the guards tied her wrists to the chair before lifting her ankles and placing them on a small table. Zoe wriggled as her ankles were tied, hating feeling vulnerable. As she looked around the room she regretted not changing into her sporty clothes and running away the last time she was here. Her regrets were interrupted by the door opening. The Black Feather in a Geisha costume entered looking distinctly annoyed.

“Now then, we have a few further questions…” Lilly began…

Zoe opened her mouth to speak but decided it was unwise.

“…according to the statement my colleague took you made no mention of the vibrating panties you are currently wearing being switched on by mistake…” Lilly continued, holding up the small transmitter for Zoe to see.

Zoe’s eyes widened: “I… I forgot!” she pleaded.

“How could you forget a thing like this!” Lilly purred pressing the button and watching her victim begin to squirm.

“I’m sorry!” Zoe begged…. “I was embarrassed!”

Lilly pressed the button switching the panties off: “Embarrassed to tell us what we already knew, or embarrassed at the time”.

“I didn’t think anyone noticed!” Zoe replied.

“So you thought you would lie to us!” Lilly chimed pulling at the ties on Zoe’s leather shoes.

“No please don’t!” Zoe begged.

“Let’s see what other lies you have been telling us!” Lilly purred, quickly exposing both of Zoe’s feet.

“No please! It was a mistake! Please don’t tickle me again!” Zoe pleaded flexing her bare soles curling and un-curling her long toes.

“Yes it was a mistake to lie to us!” Lilly purred using one of the errant shoe-thongs to tie her victim’s toes together.

“I just left it OOOOOOO-HO-HO-HO-OOUT!....” Zoe wailed as Lilly’s skilled fingers got to work.

“So what else did you leave out?” Lilly demanded.

“NOOO-HO-HO-HOTHING!” Zoe exclaimed through a peal of giggles.

“Something else from your story doesn’t match Jenny’s” Lilly chided.

“Wh-ha-haha-hat?” Jenny asked, approaching the terrible silent laughter phase.

“Oh no! It doesn’t work like that! If we tell you then you will make up another lie!” Lilly snapped.

Zoe descended into the terrible hell of silent laughter. Lilly continued to tickle her for a few minutes, using a feather between her toes. As she tickled she berated her victim.

“Do you think I want to be here tickling you?!....”

“Do you think I haven’t got anything better to do?....”

“I have my beautiful girlfriend waiting outside for an afternoon of tickle torture and orgasm denial culminating in a deviously diabolical contest of creative cruelty”.

Zoe was hysterical and barely understood what Lilly was saying, in between breaths and silent pleas for mercy she racked her mind for what could possibly be wrong with her story, perhaps Jenny had got something wrong. Eventually Lilly stopped and allowed her to catch her breath. As her chest rose and fell Lilly surprised her by asking;

“Did you enjoy the vibrating panties?....”

Zoe was disoriented, before thinking she heard herself quietly say: “yes”.

“Would you prefer them to tickle torture” Lilly teased.

Zoe was still confused and didn’t know what to say.

“Tickling you for wasting my time would be my preference!” Lilly teased.

“Okay the panties!” Zoe begged.

“Alright but only if you want them!” Lilly replied, grabbing Zoe’s arm and attaching something to it.

“What?” Zoe asked, still thoroughly confused.

“You will see!” Lilly purred forcing a cylindrical gag into Zoe’s mouth and attaching it behind her head.

Lilly smiled to herself, Zoe needed a while to calm down before the heartbeat monitor could get an accurate reading. In the meantime, Lilly would put the first phase of her scheme for Andrea in place. Zoe whimpered and squirmed, her bare feet feeling sensitive in the cool air. The anticipation was killing her but she was glad of a break. She wondered whether Jenny had been tickled as badly as her; the bookish brunette enjoyed being tickled though….

‘And what about that Gothic Black Feather who they buried her in the sand pit whilst we were in the woods…’ Zoe wondered

“And what is this thing on my arm?...’

Just as Zoe was reaching the conclusion this was all a scheme to justify torturing the door opened. The tall ginger woman entered chuckling. After enjoying a quick foot tickle whilst freeing Zoe’s toes Ingrid returned Zoe’s shoes and undid her other bonds. Zoe was carried at first but submitted to having her wrists tied. As she followed Ingrid through the castle her eyes opened wide with horror. The long stocks were still in use; the crowd were mostly concentrated around a scene at the far end involving a Goth girl and her tiny teenage friend. Zoe couldn’t understand the full details but watched horrified as the petite teenager tried to keep a piece of string in her mouth.

Away from the courtyard Zoe was guided past a rope net in which two women were suspended in black jumpsuits with cartoon flies emblazoned on the front. Several women in medieval dress tickled them mercilessly along with men and women dressed wearing jumpsuits with spiders instead of flies. Zoe couldn’t imagine being trapped like that, the way the women struggled struck fear into her heart almost as much as the sign warning her she was about to enter the pink zone.

“Hmmmf! Hmmm – Hmmmf! ffrr!” Zoe protested into her ball-gag, not sure if she would be punished for entering without the correct feather necklace.

“Not far now, Hunny!” Ingrid replied.

As she rounded the hedges blocking the view in Zoe heard a familiar sound; ‘It couldn’t be!’

A large square shower was running, through the steam Zoe could spot several women, some naked some in bikini’s surrounding a woman with her arms tied above her head. They giggled as they sponged and scrubbed their restrained victim. Opposite the shower was a large cage resembled a cylindrical bird cage. Through the crowd Zoe could spot a pale blonde woman in her bra and panties, Zoe was shocked to see the woman held the straps for her bra in her mouth. The crowd used fluffy feathers on long sticks to tickle her through the bars. As Zoe passed the woman could stand it no longer and lost control. As a delightful peal of giggles spilled from her open mouth her bra fell open revealing her pert soft breasts. The caged victim struggled and reddened. Zoe was horrified but also intrigued, the woman had a blue feather necklace bouncing between her smooth breasts which were now being explored by the feathers.

‘A Blue Feather…. That means she wants this?!’ Zoe thought.

The caged blonde was struggling and giggling shyly, her ultimate fantasy coming to life. It had taken her all morning to construct her cage with several unplanned breaks debating if she really wanted this. It wasn’t just the tickling that excited her but the humiliation too, she was normally so shy and dressed conservatively never so much as going out in public with bare legs. Her black dress, tights and boots were arranged in a neat pile under the stool upon which she knelt. Some of her tormentors had circled behind the cage to reach through the cage to tickle her feet, an act forbidden by the board explaining the rules for the cage game. None could quite reach the blonde’s feet with their fingers but the feathers no longer needed to be attached to sticks to reach their target. As Zoe was paraded on towards the Red Zone the first of the electric toothbrushes found the poor blonde’s toes.

As Zoe reached the sign warning the patrons of the need for appropriate necklace she craned around hearing the sound of muffled protests. Ingrid paused, allowing her captive to behold the suffering in the stocks. A topless woman in her late thirties was being tormented by almost fifteen ticklers, most of them women. The victim was desperately struggling and screaming, her dyed blonde hair escaping her loose pony tail and sticking to her sweaty skin. Zoe tore her eyes away from the scene of intense tickle torture and read the sign next to the stocks…

- - - I cheated on my husband - - -

He has agreed to take me back if I can stand being tickled in the stocks for the entire weekend.

Tickle me as mercilessly as you want, all area apart from those covered are fair game.

No inflicting pain, sexual acts, cutting my hair or torture techniques other than tickling.

If no-one is tickling me you must either tickle me or find a willing tickler.


Zoe’s mind raced; ‘had the poor woman really been in the stocks all day?’ she thought. The woman seemed to really be suffering, she was naked apart from a pair of panties Zoe could just about spot. Ingrid smiled, noting not only how the majority of the woman’s tormentors were female but also how they were the most relentless and cruel.

If the Pink Zone had shocked Zoe, then the Red Zone would have astounded her. Her captors had anticipated this and a blindfold was applied just before she negotiated the hedges and tents carefully positioned for the sensibilities of those okay with nudity but not with the scenes of sexual torture Zoe could only hear. An array of moans and sighs accompanied a background of buzzing barely hidden by the music played on the castle walls. Zoe’s toes curled as her imagination raced, the grass tickled her high arches more as she shuffled helplessly towards her doom.

“And we are here!” Ingrid chimed.

“Help us get her on the device will you Ingrid?” Lilly asked.

Zoe trembled as she was guided into a kneeling position. She felt the straps close over her ankles and calves. Suddenly her slave outfit was pulled away and she was left kneeling in her sports bra and the vibrating panties. Her arms were held up and strapped at the wrist, forearm and elbow. One arm was strapped at the upper arm whilst the other bore the unknown device. It all got too much for Zoe when her shoes were removed and her toes tied back.

She curled her long, strong toes and protested into her gag.

“Oh don’t worry sweetie! You choose the panties remember?” Lilly purred.

Zoe continued to struggle and whimper.

“But keep resisting us and we will make you suffer both!” Lilly teased, running a nail down Zoe’s super sensitive arch.

Zoe giggled helplessly before obediently splaying her long toes and submissively allowing her captors to tie each one back. She prayed that her captors would reward her obedience and screamed in betrayal as she felt feathers being threaded in between each and every toe.

“Oh these are just for our fun and games! Do as we say as we won’t switch them on” Lilly purred.

‘Switch them on? Switch them on?’ Zoe thought. She imagined the feathers buzzing in her most sensitive spot and dreading whatever cruel games were about to follow.

Finally the preparations were complete and Zoe’s blindfold was removed. As her eyes adjusted to the light she made out Jenny and Amy stretched out side by side on a rack, their feet trapped in stocks at the end facing her. Both were gagged and their skin glistened with sun cream and sweat. Jenny was writhing as six or seven Chinese women gently tickled her all over with soft feathers and brushes, it was the first time Zoe had seen Jenny’s breasts. Her friend still wore her pair of vibrating panties which were clearly switched off. Amy was completely naked and receiving a slower but more intense tickle torture. Three of the Chinese women gently tickled her feet and neck whilst a fourth slowly and carefully used a soft paintbrush to tickle… to tickle her….

Zoe looked away, they were tickling her vagina!

“Oh keep looking sweetie! Or else we will switch those beauties between your toes on!” Lilly teased.

Zoe tried to look but found it impossible to watch Amy’s suffering, focusing instead on Jenny’s silent torment. Zoe recognised her friend’s reddening skin and silent pleas. It was apparent Jenny was in agony, but Zoe knew this was the type of tickling she professed to like…

“Let us explain while we do your make-up!” Lilly offered.

Zoe trembled as Lilly and Ingrid approached with soft make-up brushes, she assumed this was just to tickle her and tried to keep still as the brushes and applicators approached her face.

“As you may know your friend has a certain reaction to be tickled…” Lilly began

Zoe quivered trying to keep still as her face was gently tickled.

“As do I, and most women if tickled in the right way. The sensations are… extremely arousing!” Lilly continued rolling her eyes with the last two words.

Zoe’s mind raced; ‘Did the cruel Asian woman really like being tickled?’…

“Your friend Zoe is a special case. She becomes aroused from all but the most intensely torturous ticklish sensation but cannot achieve orgasm without help. Not only that but the longer she is tickled the more desperate she becomes for that release…” Lilly continued, enjoying the look of horror in her victim’s eyes.

“At the moment she has spent all day being tickled or watching women get tickled and would agree to anything for that release… Close your eyes now!” Lilly continued.

Zoe obediently shut her eyes and allowed something to be applied to her eyelids.

“Incidentally our friend Amy is suffering a similar plight. We will see how long we can keep her on the edge, although the pussy tickling is torture enough for her crimes!” Lilly crooned.

“And open your eyes again now” Ingrid added.

Zoe obeyed and was awarded with a long line being drawn just above her eyebrows.

“What is that one for?” Ingrid asked.

“Oh some women came scrunch their eyebrows up so they cover their eyelids!” Lilly replied.

Zoe was confused and muttered: “Hww huh?” into her gag

“Ah yes that make up we applied is sensitive to ultra-violet light which is emitted and monitored by those panels” Lilly explained, pointing behind Zoe and subtly clicking a button.

Zoe turned to look and was awarded by the activation of the toe ticklers. She squealed and tried to regain focus.

“Sorry couldn’t resist that, you need to look at Jenny or Amy unless you want to get tickled again” Lilly purred.

Zoe just about managed to control herself for long enough for the toes ties to switch themselves off.

“Now for those panties! We have the results for your heartbeat monitor and since you are fairly healthy I think eighty beats per minute should be enough to prove you are excited by what you see” Lilly purred.

Zoe was confused. She was still trying to focus on Jenny’s torture and didn’t quite understand what Lilly had said. After she realised she could blink without activating the toe ties the message sunk in. Zoe was proud of her health; she knew an unfit victim would have activated the panties already. She knew her heartbeat would be slightly accelerated from her nervousness. Just as she was wondering what her incentive was to keep calm Lilly whispered;

“Oh and you can’t climax without our permission!”

Zoe’s eyes widened and darted around enough to catch Amy’s torment which she was desperately trying to avoid looking at. Luckily she managed to avoid setting off the toe-ties. Zoe tried meditating, dreading whatever punishment would be meted out should she experience her first orgasm. Zoe wondered how she would gain ‘permission’, gagged and unable to beg with her tormentors. As she watched, Ingrid left to rotate the Black Feathers whilst Lilly settled in to tease Amy’s pussy. She beckoned Zoe to look her way, loving her victim’s reluctance. Zoe found it impossible to not look and dreaded such torture’s being practised on her nether regions, she curled her toes against the waiting feathers just thinking about it. Zoe found Jenny’s torture hypnotic, especially the way her feet curled against the toe ties getting ever pinker. Zoe wanted to tickle those feet, she imagined Anna stretched out next to Jenny in Amy’s place. Just as she imagined eating exotic fruit as her slaves teased the pair, she was distracted by quiet beep.

Slowly the panties began to vibrate, getting more intense. Zoe quivered and wished the sensations didn’t feel so good. Twice she had to look away from Jenny, sure the delightful scenes would send her head first into whatever joys an orgasm held. Each time she was rewarded with the feathers cruel buzzing between her toes. This brought her back to reality but did not quench the fire in her loins. Soon her sighs and moans were loud enough to attract Lilly’s attention who sauntered over and removed Zoe’s gag.

“Enjoying yourself sweetie?” Lilly asked, slipping off her ball-gag.

“Ooooh!” Was all Zoe could manage.

“Do you like watching your friend get tortured?” The devious Geisha asked.

“I..I…. I….. Ahhh!” Zoe tried.

“You know how cruel it is making her watch you orgasm when she has been denied one for so long?...” Lilly purred loving her victim’s intense reactions.

As she spoke Lilly gestured to her harem who propped Jenny’s head up on a pillow such that she would be forced to watch Zoe struggle to resist the orgasm she craved.

“How long has it been seen since you last had one?” Lilly continued.

“I…. I… I…. Um…. I…. never….” Zoe replied her hoarse voice barely a whisper.

“Wow!” Lilly beamed, her face breaking into a wide smile.

“Tell you what this one is on the house!” Lilly beamed, loving her victim’s anticipation.

Zoe began to moan and grind her hips; she anticipated the orgasm to come and was relieved she would not be punished for it. Lilly slipped her hand carefully over the vibrating panties and pushed it softly into Zoe, responding to her victim’s movements.

“Now look Jenny in the eyes” Lilly whispered.

Zoe submissively obeyed unsure if the orgasm had started yet. The sensations held her in rapture but she couldn’t help but feel guilty when gazing into Jenny’s hungry eyes. Within her periphery vision Zoe could see the crowd watching the spectacle. She curled her toes against the still feathers and squirmed, suddenly she was aware she was on display. Sensing her victim’s discomfort Lilly slipped Zoe’s blindfold back on and whispered.

“Shhh, It is okay! This will feel amazing!...”

Zoe continued to sigh and pant, nervous of what was about to happen and still feeling exposed. As she squirmed torn between feeling humiliated and exhilarated she felt the feathers between her toes being slowly removed. Despite not trying to tickle her Lilly and her assistants could not prevent causing Zoe’s moans to become interspersed with giggles. Zoe’s toes were released from their bonds and curled and flexed in the afternoon air. Lilly paused to watch, loving the way women’s feet moved during such intense pleasure. Relishing the sight but longing to tease her subject further she slipped on the warm ankle socks, knowing how much having warm feet improved orgasms. Zoe wiggled her toes in the soft fabric loving the way they felt, she was starting to forget her vulnerability and had begun to replay her fantasy of having Jenny and Anna side by side on the rack. Lilly had returned to gently push the vibrating panties into Zoe’s womanhood being careful not to overstimulate her, she wanting this experience to take its time.

Lilly began to use one hand to tease her victim’s thighs whilst also kissing her taut abdomen, she adored this athletic debutant and treasured having the honour of inducting her. Her administrations began to tickle Zoe so Lilly backed away verbally comforting her victim.

“It’s alright!” She purred, loving Zoe’s timid approach to her first orgasm.

In Zoe’s mind the crowd had gone, Jenny joined her as a tickler taking turns to torture both Anna and Katie her instructor. Zoe fantasised about Katie pleading for mercy as she was stretched out on the rack, the redhead’s pleas turned to giggles and screams as the tickle torture began. Suddenly Zoe’s sighs and moans gave way to more intense primal exclamations as she was tipped over the edge. Lilly almost thought she was hurting the poor girl and began to back away. As she loosened her grip however Zoe followed her retreat to rub her crotch against her hesitant hand. Satisfied that Zoe wanted this Lilly gave Zoe what she wanted, a broad smile breaking across her heart-shaped face. All that was left in Zoe’s mind was her fantasy of tickling Katie and Anna, her visualisation of their feet squirming in the stocks was more vivid than reality. She closed her eyes tight under the blindfold and let out another hoarse moan. Even her fantasy began to fade to be replaced by the ecstasy running through every nerve ending, every other thought and feeing vanished. Time became meaningless as the sensations continued. Something, somewhere at the back of her mind disappeared although Zoe didn’t notice; being engulfed in a sea of pleasure.

Zoe was content for the sensations to last forever, but was returned to reality by a cold sensation in each armpit and over each now bare foot. It was not a wet cold but sufficient to cool her reddened skin, as her blindfold was removed Zoe remembered where she was and blushed.

“How was it sweetie?” Lilly teased, peeling off her blindfold.

Zoe still couldn’t speak; the ecstasy had not left her entirely but was being robbed by the strange blue plastic towels Lilly’s assistant rubbed over her body. They were smooth and dry apart from Zoe’s sweat. Zoe’s eyes focused and took in the crowd, suddenly she realised they had all been watching her, a seconds ago she wouldn’t have cared but as she looked around she blushed once more.

“Oh don’t be shy sweetie, you had fun didn’t you?...” Lilly teased, adding; “…I know Jenny would have very much appreciated having an orgasm like that!”

Zoe looked down to behold Jenny’s desperate plight. The brunette was mouthing silent pleas for her tormentors to allow her the release she craved. Zoe’s panic returned; ‘would they do that to her!’

“Would you like is to let your friend Jenny have an orgasm?” Lilly asked, her voice playfully teasing the still sighing Zoe.

“-s” Was all Zoe could manage.

“Okay but first you told us you continued to tickle Jenny’s feet after you saw her own attempts to pleasure herself, is that correct?” Lilly enquired.

“Yes” Zoe answered quietly slightly delirious.

“Which is odd because she was adamant you stopped!” Lilly purred.

“So which one of you is lying?” Lilly teased.

Zoe was too exhausted to speak and barely followed what was happening, Jenny tried to find words to explain but her red-faced pleas could not be heard until Lilly leaned in close…

“Ohh! You were trying to protect her?...” Lilly exclaimed….

“Well how about you protect her some more! If you can resist those pretty panties while we tickle you for fiv- No! THREE Minutes, then we will let her go and give you as many orgasms as you want” Lilly exclaimed.

“But should you not be able to control yourself for this amount of time, she will join you on the rack and be tickled for the rest of the afternoon” Lilly added in a voice full of quiet menace.

“No!” Zoe moaned, dreading the rack.

Jenny tried to protest wanting to protect Zoe but her red face and desperate pink skin begged for the release denied her. Lilly reapplied Zoe’s toe-ties and the rest of the contraption forcing her to watch. Amy was released from the rack in anticipation of Jenny’s failure. The helpless brunette began to heave the second the panties were switched on. Lilly’s assistants continued their soft administrations driving Jenny wild. Zoe could only watch wide eyed as Lilly gently applied just the right amount of pressure to the panties whilst softly tickling Jenny’s inner thigh. Lilly smiled, it would be easy to force Jenny to orgasm but that wasn’t what she wanted. It was far more cruel to place it within reach so her victim knew she had condemned her friend to a fate of ticklish torture. She felt Jenny try to hold back but knew she wouldn’t be able to resist for long, and couldn’t resist verbally teasing her victim;

“Just a few minutes to go! Come on! I know you can do it!” Lilly softly purred

Jenny couldn’t stand being denied any more thrust forwards with her hips and grinded against Lilly’s hand. Lilly smiled relishing the fun she would have with Zoe after she had moved Andrea onto phase 2.

‘Phase 2!’ Lilly glanced at her watch, there was still plenty of time!

Lilly pondered her cruel scheme for her girlfriend; Amy had been released to cover the sanctuary after her punishment, well the first phase of her punishment! Come the evening she would suffer some more! For now the event needed Black Feathers! Still after Ingrid came back it would be time to move things along, she had got so caught up in this game she had almost forgotten about it.

Jenny was cooled with the strange blue towels but continued to orgasm hard long after her panties had been switched off, the flood gates had been opened and to stem the flow they had to be removed.

“It may interest you to know that one of these is prototype of mine…” Lilly explained to the un-listening duo.

“….the others can be prepared using easily available items and a freezer or cool box” She continued as the smooth blue towels ran over Jenny’s quivering flesh.

Jenny and Zoe were fed fluids, they needed to recuperate for the ordeal to come. Jenny was briefly released from the rack and curled up in a ball, she began to pleasure herself and was quickly grabbed and restrained.

“Oh no! You need to earn that!” Lilly teased before heading off.

Zoe was carried to the rack and stretched out, she was blindfolded and given the warm socks to wear. As she returned to reality she wiggled her toes and wondered how they got the socks so warm. She really liked the way they felt against her feet. She was nervous about the torture to come but not afraid for some reason. She actually felt strangely calm and collected in a way she couldn’t understand. The anxiety and restlessness at the back of her mind had gone.

“Sorry!” Jenny whispered as she recovered

“Don’t apologise!” Zoe replied: “I… I actually really liked… “the athletic girl trailed off.

There was an awkward silence as both women tried to think of something to say, and then were distracted by the thought of what would happen to them next.

“Do you really think they will tickle us all day?” Zoe asked.

“Maybe, who knows!” Jenny replied, curling her toes in anticipation.

Zoe didn’t see her smile or the way she flexed in anticipation but heard the excitement in her voice.

“Are you looking forwards to it?!” Zoe asked, her tone more playful than distressed.

“Erm… slightly!” Jenny replied

“Care to take my share of the torture?” Zoe asked jovially.

“Oh I would if I could as long as they didn’t keep me on the ed…” Jenny answered, trailing off.

The awkward silence resumed as each woman remembered the sexual aspect to their ordeal.

“Can I ask you something?” Jenny piped up, breaking the silence.

“Go on” Zoe replied

“What did you think about? I mean when they…” Jenny tried before losing her confidence.

“Well I loved the way you looked on this rack, also I there was this girl I knew at school and a woman who tricked in me into getting tickled. I never knew how much fun tickling was to inflict on others!... Just thinking about having the pair of them at my mercy with you by my side…” Zoe found herself saying, the blindfold giving the conversation a surreal detachment.

“I would love to tickle women with you!” Jenny interjected.

“Would you be okay getting tickled?” Zoe asked.

“Oh I would love you to be my tickler!” Jenny beamed. “Are you okay if I…”

“Yeah I get it” Zoe interjected, anticipating Jenny’s shy pause.

“Sorry if I shocked you in the woods, it is just…” Jenny explained

“It’s fine!” Zoe comforted the babbling Jenny.

“How was the.. um… it… for you?” Jenny asked.

“What do you think?...” Zoe replied: “….little bit weird with some many people watching” she added.

“Would you like to experience that again?” Jenny asked, hoping her new tickle friend would satisfy her other desires.

“I could be persuaded….” Zoe replied, enjoying flirting with Jenny.

“Well that’s good to hear!” An unknown voice declared.

The racked pair came to a start, suddenly reminded others in the Red Zone had been able to hear their conversation.

“Time for a new game!” the familiar woman’s voice declared.

“We have two beautiful ticklish women begging to be tickled and plenty of willing ticklers…” Ingrid continued.

“Please don’t tickle me again!” Zoe pleaded

“…Since you are both happy to experience the delights of these panties they will be switched on for your enjoyment” Ingrid continued, ignoring Zoe

“First one to orgasm gets one new tickler! In the mean time I will start with these lovely feet!” Ingrid concluded.

“No!” Zoe protested as her socks were pulled off and her toes secured, she felt several pairs of hands and guessed that a small crowd had gathered.

The tickling began gently, Ingrid ran one finger up and down one foot of each of her victims chuckling and changing targets. Zoe began to struggle whilst Jenny accepted her fate and giggled softly sensing the surge of unreleased orgasmic energy welling up within her.

“Who has the controls for the panties” Ingrid asked.

“Here!” A voice replied in a cute Asian accent.

Zoe remembered Lilly’s assistants; ‘They are still here!.... are they going to torture me the way they tortured Jenny!’ she thought.

Zoe suddenly relaxed, somehow the prospect of the cute petite Asian women poring over her with soft feathers didn’t seem so bad. She squirmed under the influence of Ingrid’s foot tickles but didn’t buck and thrash as she would have in the morning. The vibrating panties were switched one and Zoe writhed, enjoying the sensations and trying not to think of the crowd watching her.

Jenny held no such qualms and almost instantly began to grind against the delightful sensations; ‘if only they were tickling me more’ she thought, finding Ingrid’s single finger tickles frustrating. Her desires were satisfied by the ginger amazon scribbling all five of her nails over her soft feet. From the squeals to her right Jenny guessed Zoe was being given the same treatment. Jenny thought about Zoe, how helpless had she looked on that device….

Jenny realised she was going to lose this little contest but then again she hadn’t expected to win, truth be told she desperately wanted more tickly sensations, loving the idea of being given the treatment she had suffered earlier with the opportunity to climax. Her earlier much needed orgasm hadn’t fully satisfied her hunger built up over hours of arousal. As Jenny rolled her eyes in bliss Ingrid declared;

“Okay Lill-ette’s with the towels! Who is first in line?”

Jenny groaned deeply as the panties were switched off, the familiar cold towels robbed her of the full satisfying orgasm she craved. A pair of hands began tickling her underarms and upper body and she giggled and blushed, at least there was some consolation. The soft tickling continued for a few minutes before the panties were reactivated causing both girls to moan and sigh. Jenny was not far away from climaxing again, still having an ocean of frustration to vent. Zoe was turning a delightful shade of pink between giggles and moan; despite enjoying the new sensations and the gentle foot teasing the many unseen eyes kept her libido in check.

Jenny approached her second orgasm loving this game as she could protect Zoe and satisfy her desires. Her euphoria wasn’t broken until Ingrid’s voice declared;

“Second Orgasm to the lovely lady on the right, two more ticklers!”

“Wait what?” Jenny asked, panicked.

Two pairs of hands explored her feet whilst the vibrator continued, Jenny was super sensitive due to two orgasms in quick succession. The panties themselves were not painful but the orgasms had enhanced her sensitivity to the tickling which was reaching the limit at which arousal gave way to torture. Jenny didn’t know they would add two ticklers; ‘would they add three if she climaxed again?’ she thought. Jenny couldn’t imagine six pairs of hands torturing her in this state, teasing would be okay but not the more intense tickling her two captors were enthusiastically delivering. As she squirmed she wondered when they would switch the panties off, she was just starting to get too sensitive down there.

“Okay that is enough, save some quim for her hat-trick!” Ingrid declared.

Jenny was cooled off and the vibrating panties removed, Zoe’s panties were switched off but she was not stripped naked and still had her sports bra. Still the athletic victim squirmed, she knew she was on display and although she enjoyed the sensations the vibrator produced she felt helpless and exposed, Ingrid didn’t help; her deep booming voice and chuckles reminded Zoe of her situation. In the brief respite Zoe squirmed and wondered how big a crowd was gathered around the rack.

“Okay I need to check on Lilly and make sure our girl’s move!” Ingrid declared, adding a request that Lilly’s protégés keep an eye on the pair.

Zoe wondered if Lilly would return, she had mixed feelings about the Geisha but had enjoyed her soft teasing whispers and gentle touches.

“Hi girls remember me?!” A familiar voice declared after around ten minutes.

Zoe recognised the voice but was exhausted.

“…They will punish me more tonight!” Amy continued; “In the meantime we have a fun game going here!”

Zoe struggled; ‘how was it fair that Amy got to tickle them when she was the one responsible for this?’ she thought.

“… As I understand it we need another means to stimulate this one who has three ticklers, whilst her lithe friend only suffers at one of my hands whilst the panties work their magic…. Hmmm!” Amy pondered

“You know there was a torture practised on me not so long ago… perhaps If I outsource my tickling to one of these enthusiastic volunteers I could apply it to this smouldering pussy!” The Goth concluded.

“No please!” Jenny begged in a small insincere voice.

Before her panties started Zoe’s tickler began lightly tracing their fingers up and down her feet, they were not as skilled as Lilly or Ingrid but Zoe was so sensitive it didn’t matter. They mostly focused on her arches which were stretched out tight and helpless, favouring soft tickles which Zoe almost enjoyed as her panties were switched on.

To her left she could hear Jenny’s desperate sighs as Amy slowly began to apply the torturous techniques that had recently pushed her to the edge of her sanity. Zoe couldn’t see it but Amy smiled as she drew a medium paintbrush in circles around the soft flesh where Jenny’s thighs met her crotch. Jenny giggled and sighed, after three orgasms she was still incredibly turned on and the soft sensations both tormented and titillated her still hungry libido.

“Yeee-es! Nice and sensitive down there!” Amy teased starting to shift towards the soft spots just inside Jenny’s thighs.

“Ahhhh! Hhhhooo-ooow can yoooo-ooou do-ooo this!” Jenny whispered between sighs and moans, her three other ticklers still turning her on with the slow sensual teasing touches.

“Oh I love to inflict this torture! As is often the way it happens to be one of my worst fears….” Amy explained, taking on the pose of an evil genius reclining in victory.

“… Normally I resist the urge to indulge my desires but after my ordeal next to you I decided I had earnt a little treat! Beside it seems like you are still enjoying yourself…” Amy concluded.

Jenny continued to writhe and moan. Amy was right; despite the soft touches being unbearable her body craved them. Before today it had been so long since Jenny had been tickled and now her repressed desires blossomed in the fragrant afternoon air. She had passed the point where she could speak, her body swam in shoals of agony and ecstasy as her tormentors expertly predicted her every move, every moan and every heave. Jenny was just approaching the point where she was sure she could stand no more when Amy announced;

“Oh and if you climax before your friend here; both of you will receive three more ticklers!”

“What!” Zoe cried, dragged from her fantasy of having Anna in that tickling shower.

“Oh yes! We can’t have her lap you twice!” Amy teased.

“No! Please!” Zoe begged.

“Oh don’t worry we will be gentle!” Amy purred, positioning her new pair of brushes to tickle her victim.

Jenny tried to resist but Amy knew her craft, she ran both brushes up and down her lips having circled and skirmished across the sensitive skin all around her taint for what had felt like an eternity. As Jenny blossomed Amy lightly teased inside her hood with one brush being careful not to overstimulate, the devious Goth wanted to draw this torment out. Jenny had been pushed to her limits and upon Amy’s third exploration her inhibitions collapsed completely and the shy academic brunette threw her head back and howled unable to stop the most intense orgasm other life so far. Unlike her private stress relief attempts this orgasm didn’t stop leaving her feeling ashamed and embarrassed but carried on. The world faded as Amy leant into kiss her pussy; Jenny forgot about the crowd, forgot about the rack. Her body shuddered as she was driven to multiple intense orgasms: something she had never experienced before. Her primal howl scared Zoe, who was convinced Jenny was in pain. One of Lilly’s protégées quickly gagged Jenny who’s wide mouth offered no resistance. Jenny continued to scream as every frustration and fantasy was satiated. Amy continued to lick and kiss, wanting to see how long she could make this orgasm last.

Zoe began to scream, she was sure they were torturing Jenny;

“STOP IT YOUR HURTING HER!”

“No! Sometimes when women orgasm hard it sounds like that!” One of her tormentors explained.

Zoe still wasn’t sure but her captors had stopped tickling her and even switched the vibrating panties off.

Jenny moaned, rolled her eyes under her blindfold and felt the final wave of pleasure as Amy flicked her tongue back and forth over her sweet spot. Despite being held tight by the rack her body still seemed to sag as she passed out.

“Okay so this one is tapped out! Let’s see how her friend is feeling…” Amy purred.

“No please! Don’t do that to me!” Zoe begged.

“Oh don’t be frightened! You liked it before!” Amy teased.

Zoe blushed, she had enjoyed the sensations Lilly introduced her too but hated the way she had been on display. As Amy lifted her blindfold the world came back into focus and any residual arousal vanished.

“Please! Let me off this rack! I don’t like everyone looking at me!” Zoe begged.

“Oh you want somewhere more private! Well I’m sure there is a tent free!” Amy purred.

Zoe protested as she was escorted to a tent, she was too weak to resist as she was laid down next to Jenny on a sheepskin. Her wrists and ankles were secured in leather cuffs that held her loosely. Jenny sighed in her slumber and snuggled up next to her in the wrap-around dress she had been given. Amy ginned at the pair as Lilly’s recruits dressed Zoe in harem-style clothes similar to Jenny’s dress.

“Look I…” Zoe protested.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to!” Amy comforted.

“I just want to know what you were thinking about up on the Y-frame…” she continued.

Jenny blushed, the reminder of her public orgasm humiliating her.

“Now why cringe like that? It was beautiful wasn’t it? When have you ever felt pleasure as intense as that?” Amy asked.

Zoe thought, she remembered the feeling as the world vanished leaving her with nothing but her fantasy and then only the pleasure. It was like her half remembered dreams of tickling Anna only more intense and vivid.

“I only want to know what was running through your mind” Amy purred, inviting Zoe to speak.

“Well I thought of my friend Anna on the rack with Jenny instead of you….” Zoe began

Amy was about to tease Zoe for taking her out of the scene but stopped herself, the girl was talking; this was good!

“… And then I thought Jenny should be tickling too instead of being tortured so I decided to tickle Katie in revenge for what she did to me” Zoe continued.

“And who are Katie and Anna?” Amy asked, leaning forwards on her elbows and fanning her legs up and down behind her.

“Well Anna I was at school with but now she doesn’t seem to care, Katie is my…” Zoe stopped, she didn’t want these people knowing where she worked.

“… Well she tricked me into getting tickled at a massage place!” Zoe blurted out.

“Well that sounds like another story I would like to hear! But go on!” Amy purred, loving the way Zoe stole glances of her stockinged soles in their black and purple striped tights.

“Well that is about it!” Zoe desperately bargained, hoping it was enough.

“Hmmm!... Are you sure?!” Amy threatened softly.

Zoe paused, racking her mind for something that would make her captor leave her alone.

“What are Katie and Emma like?” Amy asked, sensing her victim’s hesitance.

“Anna!” Zoe corrected “… Well Anna looks a lot like Jenny but isn’t as nice anymore, she used to be my best friend but after she went to university she stopped talking to me and keeps messing around with anything with a pulse!”

Amy smiled, loving the new confidence of her victim. Zoe was surprised too; it felt good to say that, even if it was to a stranger.

“And Katie… Is…. a red head…..” Zoe began, remembering her previous caution.

“A crime punishable by tickle torture on a rack I suppose!...” Amy teased “….Yes describe them” she added.

Zoe described in detail Anna and Katie; the way their hair was, the type of clothes they wore, Katie’s evil smile. Amy listened and loved the way this girl had clearly looked at each woman with a latent lust for their soft supple bodies.

“So what about the tickling did you like best?” Amy asked, twirling a feather absent-mindedly in one hand having shifted to her side.

Zoe paused and then remembered; “The way they begged!” She blurted out.

“Yes begging can be sexy!” Amy grinned.

Jenny had begun to stir and rubbed her feet against Zoe’s. Zoe rather liked the sensation and curled her toes.

“Would you beg for me?” Amy asked.

“I…I….” Zoe stuttered remembering where she was, it had felt good to talk to Amy about her fantasy but now she remembered that the Goth girl wanted to tickle her.

Amy flickered the feather up Jenny’s sleeping foot at grinned as she giggled. Zoe squirmed and suddenly thought;

“But what about the massage story!” she cried, sure her ploy would work.

“Okay yes tell me about that!” Amy replied seizing Jenny’s ankle and applying soft finger tickles using the two fingers that didn’t have long nails.

Zoe regaled Amy with the story of her trip to get her back seen to by Jackie and her trainees. In addition to treating her back directly, reflexology had been practised. Not only that but both Katie and several of the students had tickled her helpless feet. Zoe padded the story out, leaving out her connection with Katie through work at the start but still trying to stall her captor for as long as possible.

“Hmmm…. Not bad!” Amy purred.

“…..But I really want to hear you beg like Katie and Anna begged you in your fantasy!” She added stroking a feather over her irresistible arch.

Zoe giggled but did not beg as Amy wanted; The Goth girl began to use her nails on both women’s soles.

“Beg for me!” Amy teased.

Zoe struggled and realised Jenny was now awake as the giggling brunette began to hug and kiss her.

“Jenny! Help!” Zoe cried.

“No use asking her!” Amy chided

To Zoe’s dismay Jenny began to tickle her tummy and sides causing her to wriggle and squirm frantically; just short of the required stimulation to make her thrash.

“Having fun!” Lilly’s voice teased.

“Not as much as I want! This one won’t beg for me the way she wants to hear women beg!” Amy replied.

Lilly just raised an eyebrow, pleased to learn that the athletic brunette liked to tickle women and enjoying the scene in front of her.

“C’mon! I want to hear you beg softly and submissively!” Amy purred.

Zoe tried begging but her attempts seemed forced and did not satisfy Amy.

“Amy we need to move around soon…” Lilly began.

“C’mon this is her fantasy!” Amy protested.

“It is her fantasy to hear other women beg….” Lilly replied

“Right!... Is that redhead from this morning still around?” Amy asked, suddenly remembering a forfeit owed from the opening of the Red Zone.

“Yes! She is… Nervously awaiting punishment!” Lilly beamed, her face breaking into an evil grin.

Zoe was given a break, one of her ankles was released and the leather cuff used to secure Jenny’s unresisting foot. Zoe’s new friend nuzzled and cuddled her, her pink skin still sensitive and engorged from the deeply satisfying orgasms she had enjoyed. Zoe squirmed slightly, she liked Jenny’s affectionate touches but had never been good at human contact. Secretly she liked the way Jenny chuckled and looked at her with that look in her dark brown eyes, but this was all moving so quickly.

“You will like this!...” Amy began.

“This woman loo-ooo-oves to be tickled! But she had never been tied and tickled before…. And for a lot of women being restrained makes it a lot worse!... Plus nerves, and the fact it didn’t stop!” Amy rambled on enthusiastically.

Zoe just nodded, glad someone else was going to be tickled instead of her. Strangely she hadn’t hated Amy’s tickles the way she always had before.

“Also I think she is a lot like how you described this Kathy!” Amy added.

“Katie” Zoe correctly shyly.

“Right… what do you think?!” Amy replied gesturing as a shy nervous looking Redhead entered the tent.

Zoe examined the woman; she was shorter than Katie and less imposing. Her hair was similar but slightly shorter and straighter. She was also slimmer with slightly smaller breasts and a less striking, more kindly face that didn’t belie any of Katie’s quick wit or jollity. Overall it was her baring that differed mostly. She was timid and shy; her eyes darting round the tent in search of the device she would be tortured on, or perhaps an exit!

“Okay so instead of the forfeit for chickening out of the feather wheel challenge you are going to beg nicely for these two lovely ladies!” Lilly purred.

“No more tickling! Please!” The red haired victim begged, her soft melodic voice pleasantly chiming as she squirmed.

“Yes! Just like that!” Amy chirped

Zoe liked the way the red haired woman begged and smiled shyly as she was guided to the floor. She had the opposite mannerisms to Katie and Zoe enjoyed the role reversal. Amy threw Jenny the keys to Zoe’s bonds and after eagerly freeing themselves the pair assisted Lilly and Amy in stretching out the pleading red head. Her ankles and wrists were secured tightly, not leaving her the wiggle room Zoe had enjoyed on her sheepskin. Lilly slipped a black blindfold over the woman’s eyes and with a broad smile suggested;

“Shall we start with the feathers…”

“I think so!” Amy replied, passing Zoe and Jenny a pair of soft plumes.

Their victim protested quietly, the first of her smart black strappy shoes was removed exposing her gorgeous bare feet. She wiggled her short toes in the humid tent’s air and giggled as the exposed arch of her other foot was expertly teased by Lilly.

“You don’t have to be barefoot for us to torture you but it helps!” Lilly teased.

Soon their victim was completely barefoot and wriggling helplessly in her short red velvet dress. Zoe; who had until recently been terrified of being tickled and tormented now surveyed the scene with a broad smile on her face, her concerns forgotten. Jenny beckoned her to join the trio who gently traced their feathers over the red-head’s delightfully soft pale skin. Her giggles were contagious and Zoe couldn’t help joining in.

“You are supposed to be begging!” Amy teased.

“Please! No more!” Their victim responded; her giggles and pleas were delightful, but were yet to feel genuine.

The soft torment continued, Zoe particularly liked the desperation that seized her victim when she ran her feathers between her toes. Amy and Lilly grew impatient and began to use the quill ends to scratch her up and down her arches in long gently strokes.

“Noooo-hooo-hooo!” Their victim cried helplessly, her pleas becoming more authentic with each passing second.

“I think it is time for fingers!” Amy gloated.

“Okay three minutes, then you really need to move!” Lilly replied.

The pair of Black feathers instructed Zoe and Jenny in the fine arts of finger tickles, using only the pads of their fingertips. Their victim began to struggle more frantically her protests becoming ever more genuine. Amy filled Lilly in on Zoe’s fantasy and the game of simulating her dream girl’s pleas for mercy. Eventually the Goth girl left leaving Lilly to instruct the pair of Green feathers;

“Okay so four of us taking turns at her feet was bad for this crimson coward, but in order to really make her beg I will have to focus on her upper-body! Remember what I taught you!” Lilly chimed, sauntering towards her terrified victim.

Lilly straddled the helpless redhead, curling her acrobat’s legs to make use of her feet as well as her hands. She poised her hands over the trapped underarms and deployed her toes to either side of the poor woman’s ribcage.

“Beg us properly now!” Lilly purred, clicking a button to indicate that the torture should start.

Zoe was eager to begin and had begun tickling her victim’s soft arches before she noticed her panties had begun to vibrate. Jenny playfully nudged her as she tickled the woman’s other foot. There was a change in their victim; now she was trapped she had stopped trying to please her captors and just begged;

“No Stop! Please!... This is torture!.. Please Stop!... Don’t tickle me anymore!... Please stop this is TORTURE!....”

Zoe smiled, something about the melodic pleas for mercy made her want to keep tickling. It was almost as if the woman wanted her to continue despite her pleas to the contrary. The delightful lilt her victim’s voice was so addictive Zoe lost track of time, everything was gone except the foot she tickled and the pleas for mercy she elicited. Lilly’s voice returned her to reality;

“Use one hand to run feathers between her toes!” The Geisha supervised.

Zoe complied and was delighted by the way her victim’s toes wriggled.

“No, Stop it!.... Please let me go!..... This is Torture! Please stop!....” The redhead begged.

Zoe loved hearing that voice, it was better than the humiliated pleas she wanted to extract from Katie. The pair of brunettes lay on their stomachs to tickle the redhead’s soles, twirling their feet in the air and flexing their toes as the enjoyed their work. Each would rub one foot against the other and occasionally play footsie with their friend. Zoe was becoming short of breath; something about her victim’s pleas for mercy excited her deeply, it went beyond her revenge fantasy and devoid of watching eyes she felt the world fade and anticipated the orgasm to come. As her tensions and doubts faded the sights, sounds and smell of the tent came into focus. It was perfect; the soft light, gentle pleas and the feel of her victim’s soft arches accompanied her second ever orgasm. It wasn’t the same dramatic release she had experienced when kneeling but a comfortable calming sensation that she never wanted to stop. Lilly grinned at her but Zoe was past caring and carried on tickling and climaxing. The new sensations washed over her until she lay down and accepted them. Jenny began to kiss her and she kissed back, not caring what Lilly or anyone else thought.

“Okay, your sentence is served…” Lilly address the red head who after an hour of begging had reached the silent laughter phase of torment.

“We will just put you in the stocks for the award ceremony with these two and then it is bed-time!” Lilly purred.

After enjoying a short nap the trio were awoken and guided out of the red zone to the long stocks by the gatehouse. None were 100% aware of what was going on and the walk was like a dream. Zoe was still blissed out feeling relaxed and deeply satisfied. Her slave costume made her feel sexy rather than exposed, her vibrating panties had been replaced by a spare pair but she still felt faintly aroused as the stocks were closed over her ankles. She wiggled her toes as her leather shoes were removed anticipating instead of dreading the tickles to come.

Zoe looked around, regarded the women in the opposite row of stocks. Each had the usual sign detailing their pseudonym and number but also some other words. Zoe was dyslexic but had good eyesight, eventually she made out words like ‘Most ticklish’ and ‘Best laugh’.

Jenny wasn’t next to her but visible several stocks down. Her former victim, the redhead, was visible on the opposite row amongst those nominated for ‘Nicest begging’, Zoe approved. Zoe vaguely remembered something about voting cards. She wondered what she was nominated for, still not fully aware of the consequences in her exhausted state. She pondered several signs; most of which read ‘No tickling without permission’. She witnessed people ask for permission to test other candidates, some of whom were allowed to sample the other women’s soles and sensitive spots in an attempt decide between the nominees.

In addition to the voting slips a few ticklers were writing on pads of paper. This confused Zoe, particularly the way the scribblers would glance at her or the other women on display. There was another handwritten sign just about visible at and oblique angle, it took Zoe’s eyes a while to adjust but eventually she made out the top two words:

Literature contest

Zoe couldn’t read the words underneath but guessed the patrons were writing out fantasies involving her and the other nominees. Her anxiety briefly returned, she was going to be tickled again tomorrow. As soon as the dread hit her it faded, she faintly savoured the prospect. Amy approached with a bottle of water Zoe accepted a drink and asked;

“What am I nominated for?”

“Greatest Endurance, after your session on the rack this morning!” The Goth girl replied.

“And why is no-one tickling me?” Zoe asked.

“Oh feeling left out!” Amy teased gently tickling her feet.

Zoe giggled and smiled as Amy explained;

“There is only one other candidate and tomorrow the two of you will have a duel, the winner gets a prize the loser a forfeit”

Zoe considered this and wondered if she could back out or not. She had been gagged on the rack and had never been tortured as badly in her life, peculiarly she now looked forwards to the sensations she had previously hated. As the crowd left Zoe began to tremble from both nerves and the cooling air. A blanket was draped around her as the last patrons left. A few remained to settle in to their tents, a declaration that the tickling games would cease was made and Zoe and the other victims were released. Jenny found Zoe and happily chatted whilst her friend stumbled towards the changing room in the gatehouse; ‘how had she planned to get home’ she though as she retrieved her belongings and began to change.

“Oh you’re not going are you?” Jenny asked.

“Well yeah, will probably see you on the bus tomorrow” Zoe replied.

“Don’t you remember? Amy gave us a spare tent so we can stay the night” Jenny beamed.

Zoe smiled and found her phone; she sent her Mum a text explaining that she would be staying at a friend’s tonight and followed Jenny to their tent, a conical red and white bell-tent that smelled like the beach for some reason. It was a pleasant evening and before turning in Zoe met the event organisers and other patrons who had agreed to stay over. From somewhere Lilly presented with a hot bowl of beef casserole which revitalised the campers, many like Zoe had forgotten to eat given the excitement and distraction. Zoe drank several beers and chatting being careful not to reveal too much about her personal life. She held Jenny’s hand and all assumed the pair had come as a couple. Before heading to bed Amy discretely took Zoe to one side and whispered to her.

“Now you probably won’t win the endurance challenge but good luck! We will go easy on you in the forfeit in comparison to what we will do to her if you win!”

Zoe nodded, she had forgotten about the contest.

“Also, as for your prize; if you ever get the opportunity, I want to help bring your little fantasy to life…”

“No that’s okay!” Zoe interjected, embarrassed as the boundaries between reality and her fantasy began to blur.

“Are you sure?” Amy asked.

“Yup!” Zoe promptly clicked, not wanting to reveal any further details of her private life.

“Just saying, you managed to come along not knowing what you were getting into I am sure that Katie or Anna might just….”

“No really that is okay!” Zoe apologised with another little embarrassed smile.

Amy took the hint and followed Jenny to their tent. Lilly had made her wear some kind of contraption which Zoe recognised as a chastity belt. Jenny seemed slightly embarrassed about it but affectionately cuddled, kissed and nuzzled Zoe before hugging her and falling asleep. As the pair snuggled up each rubbed their feet against the others. Zoe’s feet were bare whilst Jenny wore one thin sock, having lost the other to the bottom of the sleeping bag. Zoe dreamt a dreamless sleep and her body rested and recovered. It had been a strange day, but something deep inside of her felt right. Not only had her restlessness been banished but she had gained a new feeling of security and learnt that she really enjoyed to tickle women, and sometimes to be tickled herself.
 
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