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Matilda was going utterly berserk! After forcing her to endure a torturous session on the stocks her blonde tormentor had stretched her out on a rack, utterly humiliating her. Being stripped down to her bra and panties was beyond embarrassing for the shy academic brunette who rarely exposed any bare skin in public. Her captors had gagged her muffling her infuriated protests as they removed her long dress. The gag had taken the edge off her howls as the blonde proceeded to give her one last minute of pure tickle hell. The crowd had watched as her worst spots were exposed and explored. Whilst pulling her boots back on and securing her evil gloves in their locked box her captor had left a bottle of sun cream, encouraging the crowd to ensure she didn’t risk getting burnt.
The two Eastern European women dominated her soles with their long sharp nails. Meanwhile her upper body and legs had finished their oiling and were being tickled in the name of preventing skin cancer. The crowd had watched eagerly and now wanted to test the techniques demonstrated on her soft pale skin. The backs of her knees were the worst, the rack stretched them out tight making them vulnerable to the soft spider touches of dozens of unseen hands that occasionally explored her thighs too. Her underarms and neck were also favourite spots, in her mind the hands appeared from nowhere to tease and humiliate her as she couldn’t see her tormentors. The soft tickles gave way to the harder squeezes that focused on her ribs, sides and worst of all the tops of her knees. This technique was both hellish and inexcusable under the pretence of applying the sun cream; a large dollop of which had been spread over her heaving bosom by one of the unseen hands.
Meanwhile at the sanctuary her former tormentor was trying to choose her next victim;
“Now Vich Von of you is Zee most ticklish I wonder….” The tall Blonde asked in her peculiar voice.
“Forget that! Where is Ma-M…Morweena?!” The Red-haired Wench asked.
“Oh if only I could take you for a spin?” The Blonde replied, evading the question.
“Sorry, but where is she?” The Knight asked, concerned.
“Oh she just needed some sun-cream, I will let her off the rack when I have finished with meine next victim…” The blonde replied.
“YOU LEFT HER ON THE RACK?!?!” Mark roared.
“Hunny calm down!” Samantha replied, concerned about the volume of his voice in this quiet place.
The brunette and red haired wench left quickly striding in the direction of the rack. After a brief discussion with his girlfriend the knight followed them, leaving his girlfriend to watch the two wenches still recovering from their punishment. The red haired wench reached the rack first, full of fury;
“Hey!” She yelled; getting the attention of the crowd who immediately slunk away.
It was amazing how so many people could suddenly disperse and look like they had nothing to do with the rack on which Matilda glistened in the sun. The two eastern European temptresses remained at her feet using their long nails in a horribly slow pattern keeping the torturous ordeal going. Another member of the crowd remained oblivious to the fury approaching, a young man in camouflage gear and army boots continued to oil the exposed upper part of Matilda’s breasts. Her discomfort and distaste were apparent. In the ensuing fracas he was picked up of his feet by Mark whilst the two wenches accosted the two temptresses at her feet, the leather clad blonde attempted to translate for them whilst the Black Feather approached.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!?!” Mark roared.
“I… I… I… ummm….” The scrawny youth mumbled, despite his army boots and camo-gear he was pale and spotty without any the hint of muscles.
“Hi is there a problem here?” The shy tall brunette asked.
“Hell yes! This woman left our friend on the rack to be groped and tickled!” Kimberley declared.
“O-O-Okay!” The shy brunette stammered glancing around and hoping for some help.
Luckily help was on way and a man dressed as a circus master and a petite woman in an elegant dress took care of the situation. The want-to-be soldier was escorted away whilst the two sultry temptresses were secured to the other side of the rack, making full use of the many straps to tie them down side by side. Of the other gang-ticklers who hadn’t been able to distance themselves excuses were made and be-grudgingly accepted. Matilda was freed from her bondage and tightly hugged Kimberley almost in tears. She watched as Margaret furiously argued with the tall blonde Dominatrix. The discussion was moderated by the circus master and his wife. The shy Brunette Black Feather had slunk away, dreading her punishment for letting this situation occur.
“We had an agreement, I only tickled for six minutes!” The Blonde insisted.
“She tickled my feet and upper body before we started…” Matilda revealed in a quiet voice.
The case against the Dominatrix was made and a compromise reached, she was stripped of her boots and tight leggings that looked so much like real black leather until they were slipped off. She wiggled her toes;
“You may tickle me, but I guarantee you won’t break me!” She declared in a calm accent-less voice.
“Don’t count on it Blondie!” Margaret insisted.
“Oh you don’t get to join in!” The blonde insisted as the stocks were closed over her ankles.
“Why not?” her red-haired opponent countered.
“It is just those in Zee agreement who get to tickle me!....” the corseted blonde asserted as her wrists were secured, adding; “…Unless you Vant to be tickled later, Vich I do not recommend!”
After a brief discussion it was agreed that only Matilda, Kimberley and Samantha would be allowed to tickle the Dominatrix whilst all who wished could tickle the two temptresses strapped down next to her. Matilda was starting to recover but wouldn’t look at her cousin and angrily turned away whenever he approached. Mark obviously felt guilty, his concern and remorse where plain to see. Kimberley still comforted Matilda stroking her hair and helping her back into her dress, recovering slightly Matilda chided;
“You need to get these holes patched!” holding up her arms to reveal the two holes carefully hemmed to allow the dress to fit.
“Oh honey! I’m so sorry I have some scraps of the fabric somewhere….” Kimberley babbled, guessing the holes had made Matilda vulnerable.
Someone had picked up Matilda shoes and socks and it took the pair of wenches comforting the distressed teenager to enable her to put them on. Matilda could not even stand touching her own feet they were so sensitive with phantom tickles, eventually she got her socks on and slipped her heels into the familiar worn trainers. Mark approached to apologise and she flinched away, giving him the cold shoulder. Kimberley spotted the sorrowful look on his face and mouthed; “Give her time!...”
“Do you need to go to the Sanctuary?” Kimberley asked.
Matilda thought about it and shook her head, she had gathered Mark was going to keep an eye on Lauren and Claire and didn’t want to be near him.
“Okay! Brave girl!....” Kimberley declared, adding; “Now let’s tickle this harlot!”
Matilda shook her head shyly, curling her toes in her trainers glad for the protection they offered her feet. She had had enough of tickling for one day.
“Aw c’mon! You liked tickling Calix and Loreena….” Kimberley chimed.
Matilda thought about how she had tickled her friend’s; it had been more than revenge that motivated her, and that made her uncomfortable. After the torture she had endured knowing that she had the same sadistic desires underneath was distressing to her.
“… and she really deserves it!” Margaret asked, looking up from tickling the brunette temptress who giggled and babbled in an un-familiar language.
“I do deserve it! But you Vill not break me!” The Dominatrix announced in a sing-song voice.
“Is everyone like this underneath?....” Matilda asked, astounding Kimberley.
“I….I… what do you mean?” the brunette wench asked.
“….Wanting to torture people and watch them suffer?” Matilda added, voicing her concerns.
“No! Some people like to torture, others just softly tease. Some people like being teased or tortured. It is strange and hard to explain…” Kimberley stumbled.
“Some of Zem want to abuse you…..” The Blonde dominatrix began, softly singing a tune that felt familiar to Matilda.
“It is often about control…” Margaret added, abandoning her dark haired victim to the eager crowd.
“….Some of Zem Vant to be abu-used!” The Dominatrix continued singing.
“… I saw the look on your face when you tickled that pair that wrapped you up. It wasn’t just schadenfreude or revenge, you liked being in control”. The red haired wench explained, slightly annoyed by the Blonde’s singing.
Matilda thought and frowned; she had often been described as a control-freak and knew there was a truth to the criticism, when making arrangements she worked hard to make sure there were no nasty surprises. The resulting stress was enormous and it had been an enormous release to make her victim’s feel the anxiety she felt. With Claire and Lauren it had been made more intense by revenge, but she remembered tickling the waitresses too. …
“Trust me! It is intoxicating the first time you get to take control of someone, and after what your so-called friends put you through they deserved the torture you dished out” Kimberley concluded.
Matilda shyly smiled, re-assured by the brunette wench. Content with knowing she was not as bad as blonde by tickling her Matilda jumped to her feet and circled the rack.
“How long have we got?” She asked confidently
“Zey ‘ave given you fifteen minutes to break me!” The Blonde declared.
Matilda ignored her, Margaret held up an hourglass declaring; “Five turns of this!”
“Hi so we are getting to tickle her early or something?” Samantha asked arriving at the rack.
“This one went overboard when tickling Morweena here, so we get a bonus tickling” Kimberley explained.
“Oh, okay! Did she use the vibrating hairbrush and finger-tip thingies on you too?” Samantha stumbled.
“The toothbrush heads?...” Matilda asked.
“No like lots of points that vibrated and a hairbrush that fitted into the palm somehow…” Samantha explained shuddering slightly, the blonde had watched her in the stocks earlier in the afternoon, not actually tickling her but noting her intense hysterical reaction to hairbrushes.
“Oh for Zis von hairbrushes are Zee key!” The leggy blonde chuckled cruelly, disregarding her bondage and the hungry eyes of the crowd.
“Dibs on her feet!” Samantha announced.
“She told me they are ticklish, mind if I join you?” Matilda asked.
“No problem, that leaves Kimberley with her upper body!” Samantha replied.
The trio dug in, the Blonde’s toes were not tied but she held them upright and splayed her toes. Kimberley and Margaret were experienced and Matilda had proven to be a quick leaner however the finger tickles did not produce even a slight giggle. The crowd seemed disappointed and focused on the two hysterical Eastern European women whose incomprehensible cries for mercy contrasted with the pregnant silence from the blonde.
“Can we use those gloves on her?” Samantha asked.
“No she has used a combination lock, guessing that vibrating hairbrush is in her bag too” Margaret replied from the opposite side of the stocks.
“Shame, does anyone have a hairbrush?” Samantha asked.
A member of the crowd supplied a round cylindrical brush with little balls on the bristles. Samantha gleefully rolled and scrubbed it in the Blonde’s arches. The Blonde’s silence was punctuated with the occasional giggle and flinch. She almost reached a steady giggle as Matilda joined Samantha in using a flat hairbrush with sharper bristles.
“My Congratulations Ladies! You ‘ave succeeding in getting a reaction…. And only twelve minutes to go!” The Blonde announced sarcastically.
Margaret went to pick up the hourglass, whilst eyeing the Blonde’s costume suspiciously. She glanced from the strange neck gear to her discarded boots: ‘Could it be?...’ She thought.
Samantha and Matilda tied the Blonde’s toes in the short break. Remembering what the Blonde did to her, Matilda offered a bottle of oil to two shy-looking women. The hairbrushes were slightly more effective with the oil and frustrated the pair began to use toothbrushes between the Blonde’s toes. She had perfect feet! Pale skin and shiny black nail polish that betrayed ticklishness but did not produce laughter no matter what techniques the pair used. At her upper body Kimberley was equally frustrated, the skin of her victim’s underarms was soft a smooth but didn’t respond to feathers or fingers. The dark haired wench longed to dig into her victim’s ribs and sides but the corset protected these areas. It was only when her long soft hair accidentally stroked the blonde’s face that Kimberley’s efforts seemed to have any effect at all.
“Kim… Ki… Rametta!....” Margaret interjected, adding; “There, what you did with your hair do it again!”
Kimberley swooped her long hair over the blonde’s face, it didn’t have quite the same effect but at least got a response. Frustrated the brunette used a pair of feathers to attack the blonde’s face. It was apparent her victim found the feathers annoying but this was not the torture her captors longed to deliver. Margaret abandoned the screeching tanned women on the other half of the rack and watched the Blonde intently, squinting and looking closely at her corset and the strange leather neck-gear. The petite woman in 1920’s clothing returned and addressed the wenches keen to avoid any incidents;
“Everything okay here?”
“Not quite…” Margaret replied as her friend’s mumbled over a half-hearted chorus of agreement.
“What is the matter?” Betty asked.
“Well she stripped Ma-Ma….Morweena down to her bra and panties and allowed strangers to tickle her….” The Red haired wench began.
“Okay…” Betty replied guessing where she was going
“….And here she is barely suffering, still corseted and secure in her leather costume!” Margaret implored.
“Okay you too may tickle her, and we will find a way get her corset off without needing to move her to the Pink Zone, although we may have to…” Betty conceded.
“Oh that leather neck-thingy will be enough!” Margaret chirped as the hourglass trickled its last.
“Good luck wiv Zat!” The Blonde chirped.
“I make my own luck!” Margaret replied, approaching and investigating the padlocks contained under the epaulette-like shoulder pieces of the neck protector.
“Zee keys are in Meine bag!” The Blonde insisted.
“Really?!...” Margaret asked, guessing the blonde was lying. She picked up one of the long boots and watched her victim’s eyes widen.
“You see ticklish people always hide their weak spots….” Margaret began evilly.
“….For most women it is the feet so they always wears boots and socks and their feet become super sensitive! But you know all this!....” She continued as her victim’s breathing noticeably increased.
“It is about control, and you couldn’t be in control if the keys were in your bag… In order to stay in control you would need to keep the keys somewhere close!” Margaret concluded slowly producing the keys from a little pocket in each boot.
Kimberley accepted one of the keys and helped removed the leather neck protector. The Blonde tried to hide it but it was obvious that she was starting to become nervous. Previously she had been as cool as a cucumber now she glanced from side to side and made all the worried little tell-tale sounds that filled Matilda with a nervous excitement: ‘She was going to make her pay!’
Margaret pulled the neck protector from the Blonde’s struggling shoulders and let it clatter to the ground, the little brass and silver rings jingling. The former Dominatrix squirmed, her long pale sensitive neck on display.
“Start with a feather… If she moves, make it worse!” Matilda implored, remembering the cruel game in the stocks.
Kimberley and Margaret selected two feathers from the plethora scattered around the rack and took positions either side of the Blonde’s head. Their victim turned from side to side betraying her concern as the threatened her neck with the feathers. The pair exploited her fears, taking it in turns to draw focus until Margaret made the first touch as Kimberley wiggled her fingers to distract the helpless blonde.
The surprised squeak delighted the duo who began trailing the feathers in a slow pattern up and down their victim’s long neck. The giggling dominatrix tried to stay in control but it was hopeless, as Matilda and Samantha began tickling her feet her giggles gave way to a steady infectious laughter.
“Her feet are definitely ticklish now!” Matilda beamed, exhilarated by revenge.
“Yes her neck is the key to her ticklishness, which is why she kept it hidden!” Margaret added gleefully, whilst using the pads of her fingertips in addition to the feather.
“Perhaps we should blindfold her too!” Kimberley chimed in.
“Good idea!... I think I could even attach it to this table to stop her from squirming away” Margaret answered.
“NOOOOOO!” The blonde wailed, humiliated and helpless.
“Yeee-eesss!... No Mercy for you!” Margaret cooed in reply.
Matilda was ecstatic at the blonde’s soles which now struggled against the toe ties, she used two of the electric toothbrushes to explore the perfect toes whilst Samantha scrubbed angrily at the arches and heels with two hairbrushes. Kimberley kept tickling the blonde’s neck whilst Margaret secured the strong blindfold which easily bent her head back stretching out her long smooth pale neck. Their victim was suffering but had not yet broken.
“How about the code for that padlock?” Kimberley asked, keen to avoid suffering at the infamous gloves.
“Nooo!........ Noooo!........... Nein!.... You Vill not get you ‘ands on meine beauties!” The blonde replied through giggles and frantic struggles.
“We will see!” Margaret replied eyeing the hourglass as the last quarter trickled away.
“What is your name?” Matilda asked suddenly
“You ma-ha-ha-ha-ay… call me Mistress Ermine” The giggling Blonde Goddess replied.
“Ermintrude?” Margaret asked.
“Nein! Mistress Ermine!” The Blonde goddess replied.
“Erminguard?” Kimberley asked.
The Blonde tried to protest but the tickling had pushed her into incoherence. Kimberley had picked up two handfuls of feathers and cleverly used the multitude of plumes to tease the soft neck. Sensing the brunette had things under control the red-haired wench moved down to the underarms and found that the neck-tickles had unlocked a treasure-trove of sensitive skin. The blindfolded blonde was taken by surprise by the sensations and screamed incoherently into a language no-one understood and only Matilda recognised the component parts of; ‘So she’s more Swedish than German!’ The young brunette thought from the screaming woman’s soles. The last of the sand trickled away and the four wenches kept tickling until the circus master cleared his throat.
“Wow that was fun!” Samantha declared, as the Blonde caught her breathe.
“Yeah if only we could tickle her ribs and sides!” Kimberley chimed flirtatiously.
“We could always take her to the Pink Zone between sessions…” Simon offered, admiring the tall perfect blonde.
“How did they like the weekend warrior?” Betty asked her husband, almost oblivious to his admiration of the corseted blonde and her soft skin and heaving bosom.
“…. Barely more than me!” He answered with a frown; “…Body odour, not much to look at and athlete’s foot up to the knee!” Simon continued, clearly glad to be out of the male-tickle area.
“Really?...” His wife asked.
“Some of them gave him a poke or two in the sides; one woman in particular, but due to lack of interest I banned him from tickling Green Feathers” The circus master concluded.
“Seems a bit of an easy punishment!...” Betty teased.
“He doesn’t think so, whined for ages about the sign we hung around his neck!” Her husband replied.
“You said something about the Pink Zone?...” Margaret asked.
“Oh yes! How about we put this one in a white torture gown?” Betty replied with a grin and a wink at her husband.
Mistress Ermine was removed from the rack and re-booted. The black feather’s kept her blindfold on and bound her wrists, enjoying the removal of her power as she cowered. As she was led away the wenches turned their attention to the two temptresses still stretched out on the opposite side of the rack.
“Feel free to give them a whirl…” Betty implored as she helped guide the shivering dominatrix to the ritual stripping of her power.
The wenches chose the brunette temptress first and were helped by the crowd to guide her across to the rack. The straps securing her blonde friend were adjusted so that she was spread out into a star shape, exposing her inner thighs to the hungry attentions of the crowd. The crowd eagerly surrounded the rack having been forbidden to tickle the corseted blonde. The new victim did not know about the safety catch and despite her desperate begging being in a language no-one understood it was clear the cruel trick terrified her. As she reach full tension Matilda was shocked to watch Margaret continue to turn the handle.
“Stop your going to hurt her!” The young academic protested.
Margaret winked and Kimberley leant in to explain about the ingenious contraption that gave the impression of the rack continuing to tighten its victim at maximum tension. Matilda remembered her session on the rack and that awful moment when it seemed to keep tightening despite her certainty that her young body had nothing left to give.
The brunette went insane as almost twenty ticklers descended on her helpless body. Around eight people targeted her sensitive feet whilst two teased her helpless knees and legs. Her tummy and underarms proved to be particularly ticklish whilst stretched out nice and tight on the rack and the remaining crowd eagerly explored these areas along with her neck. Matilda needed a break and went with Kimberley and Samantha to the café near the sanctuary leaving Margaret to await for the tall blonde’s return.
Meanwhile in the Pink Zone the infamous Mistress Ermine knelt in nothing but her white panties holding her feather necklace in her mouth. Betty, Simon and a few lucky volunteers tickled her all over focusing particularly on her feet and underarms but ensuring her neck was teased with at least two feathers. Despite her ticklishness being unlocked by the neck tickles she successfully bit down on the leather of her necklace and earnt the white torture gown that would replace her beloved black corset.
“I think this one had earnt a nomination for the ‘Highest Endurance’ award!” Simon declared.
“Yes, she makes a better slave than mistress!” Betted replied, adding; “Look at her in that white gown! Can’t you just see her climbing into a Viking Longship to be burnt alive with her Mistress?”
“I am Zee Mistress!” The Angelic blonde protested.
“Not anymore!” Betty chimed, binding her victim’s wrists and leading her back to the rack.
At the sanctuary the three wenches checked on Lauren and Claire, Matilda still wouldn’t make eye contact with her cousin. Samantha handed her boyfriend a sandwich with a faint smile. Lauren was asleep, whilst Claire smouldered evidently angry and unbroken by her ordeal. After an awkward exchange of information Matilda and Kimberley left with Samantha promising to follow shortly afterwards.
“You need to forgive him!” Kimberley chimed.
“Why! He traded me in like a poker chip for a session with that sadistic….” Matilda ranted
“Trust me!” Kimberley interrupted.
Samantha caught them up and helped transfer the blonde temptress to the rack, her brunette friend had passed out from exhaustion but still giggled and kicked in her slumber. The new victim was just as ticklish and had a delightful giggle. Her feet proved to be her worst spot and suffered under the administrations of toothbrushes, flossers and fingers. The tickle tools proving highly effective between her toes. Having suffered in the straps on the opposite side of the rack she too succumbed to exhaustion to be guided to the Sanctuary by Samantha.
“Have you forgiven him yet?” Margaret asked.
“No and I won’t!” Matilda retorted quickly.
“Not a good idea! He is feeling guilty right now but keep up this pout act and you find yourself being offered up for torture again” Margaret replied.
“He wouldn’t do that!” Matilda baulked.
“Trust us, he would. When Mar-Martin wants to tickle a woman there is not much that can stand in his way” Kimberley chimed in.
“Play on his guilt, but let him make amends!” Margaret concluded.
Matilda thought about their advice as her former tormentor was guided back like a lamb to the sacrifice. Her long straight blonde hair swayed in the breeze in time with her thin white dress, her perfect feet were contained in soft leather slippers that crunched in the grass as she approached the rack. Matilda could scarcely believe this was the same cruel woman who had driven her to the edge of madness. Underneath her serene air of contentment there was a calm stillness that implied the tall blonde was in total control.
A new crowd followed her and combined with that which had dispersed during the brief lull at the rack. The atmosphere was intense, with the temptresses absent from the opposite side of the rack all focus was on the serene beauty being slowly stretched out. Samantha returned from the sanctuary as the heavy duty black leather blindfold was used to heighten the blonde’s senses and prevent her from moving her head and neck.
Margaret joined Matilda at the base of the rack and eagerly slipped off the soft leather slippers. Samantha and Kimberley lay out alongside their sublime victim and slipped off their similar footwear.
“Try kissing and nuzzling her neck…” Margaret suggested as she tied back the sexy toes, with their black polish.
Their victim trembled and whimpered as the two sultry wenches snuggled up close and leaned in to explore her worst spot. Both women started by blowing softly causing her to squirm and quiver barely holding back a desperate plea for mercy. Kimberley in particular found that blowing in her victim’s cute ears made the prelude to torture unbearable for her victim. Mistress Ermine tried to hide her anxiety but it was no use. Losing her corset and black leather bondage gear had taken away her control over the situation, these items made her feel powerful and were a lynch-pin in the overcoming of her extreme ticklishness. The hourglass was turned and the nuzzling of her long neck began. Before her soles had even been touched the sensitive Mistress Ermine cracked.
“No… No….Nr..Nr…Nr..NRRR… Inte!.. INTEE!” The stretched blonde wailed, her German accent gone and a delightful lilt astounding the crowd.
At her feet Matilda and Margaret showed no mercy, the shy academic used a hairbrush on the arch and heel and toothbrush between the toes whilst her companion used both hands to scratch at the soft arches whilst nibbling on the tips of the perfect toes. Being a bright and knowledgeable young lady Matilda recognised the occasional word of Swedish as well as other Scandinavian languages from the incoherent gibberish her victim uttered. Kimberley and Samantha kept up their neck nuzzling torment whilst exploring their victim’s soft upper body with their fingers focusing particularly on her taut tummy and exposed underarms. They used their toes to explore the backs of her knees and revelled in her helpless kicks and struggles. All too soon the hourglass ran out and was immediately turned over by Margaret.
“Keep going! No mercy!” The Red-haired wench insisted.
Matilda was slightly astounded by her companion’s fierce sadism but kept up her assault on the soft helpless soles. The crowd couldn’t tickle but were allowed to apply some oil to the areas not currently being tormented by the duo. They forgot their task of discovering the code to get at the evil gloves and just tortured the serene blonde.
“Mind if I jump in!” Betty asked.
“I don’t see why not!” Kimberley replied.
“Try these!” Betty offered holding up the discarded feather toe-rings.
Betty slipped the toe-rings on the wenches’ pretty toes. The petite contortionist couldn’t resist giving each a tickle as she did so.
“Just the perks of being a Black feather!” Betty said with a smile.
The torture resumed full pace after the brief respite for the blonde’s upper body. Each of the wenches having learnt the best spots to drive their victim insane. Betty focused on the goddesses’ tummy loving to tickle this spot on a racked victim. She also decreed that it was acceptable for the crowd to hold toothbrushes steady provided a wench determined their position. Consequentially a total of six toothbrushes were positioned in the best spots between the angelic blonde’s toes. Allowing the two wenches at her feet to focus on her arches with fingers and hairbrushes.
“So are you trying to learn the code to get at those evil gloves of hers?” Betty asked.
“Oh yes we forgot about those!” Margaret replied.
“Tell us the code and we will stop!” Kimberley quietly threatened, leaning up from inflicting an agonising face tickle on the blonde’s neck.
“Nr!… Nr!… No!... Nooo!... Nein!.... Nrr!....” Mistress Ivory replied.
The sand trickled its last in the hourglass heralding the final session. The five ticklers gave their victim a brief break merely to allow her scope to yield the information they craved.
“So are you going to tell us that code?” Margaret asked.
“No, meine Beauties are for me only!” Mistress Ivory insisted.
“Three more minutes it is!” Margaret declared.
“Wait a second!...” Kimberley interrupted, adding; “Could I have a turn at her feet?”
Margaret agreed to swap places with her friend but instead took Betty’s position, the flexible contortionist had already slipped the feather toe rings on over her stockinged feet.
“Oh well, look like this tummy is pretty ticklish!” The red haired wench declared.
The last three minutes of the tall blonde’s punishment where a work of art. She babbled incoherently as the skilled vixen exploited every sensitive spot they had cunningly mapped and remembered. Margaret found that the deep belly button peeking out from under the white torture gown was a gold mine of ticklish laughter. Nobody noticed when the hourglass ran out for the last time, how many extra minutes the self-proclaimed ‘Mistress Ermine’ suffered no-one knew. As the tickling eased off Betty declared;
“You know I was thinking about how she just left little Morweena here….”
Both wenches and crowd looked at the petite contortionist expectantly.
“… And I think she should spend at least three minutes more suffering as this little chicken did!” The contortionist concluded.
This met with almost universal approval with the exceptions of the tightly stretched blonde and Matilda who didn’t appreciate being called a ‘little chicken’. The crowd hungrily poured over the blonde’s sensitive pale skin, somehow having watched her dominate other women made the experience a greater thrill. Matilda stood back and felt faint, it had been a very stimulating day. Suddenly Kimberley nudged her;
“C’mon, I want to be tickled in those stocking socks you picked up!....”
“What?...” Matilda asked, unsure if she had just truly heard her friend correctly.
“I have scarcely been able to think of anything else!” The brunette wench teased.
In truth she had been entirely focused on tormenting the woman she was sure would push her beyond her limits before long. But she had seen that sparkle in Matilda’s eyes and didn’t want it to die out as a result of her session under the cruel touches of those dreaded gloves. The air began to grow cool, Kimberley wiggled her toes in the unusual stocking-socks and watched as the young academic brunette shyly turned the latch on the stocks.
Kimberley loved to be tickled in nylons but hated both hairbrushes, toothbrushes and tongues if used correctly and she was sure that the Blonde Dominatrix would quickly zero in on these weaknesses. The sparkle was back in Matilda’s eyes and Kimberley knew her task was a success, in truth she relished the exploratory shy touches of the blossoming wench and would hold on to the memory tightly during her session at Mistress Ermine’s mercy. She knew that the Dominatrix would make her pay, by being absent she had earnt herself a brief reprieve but still feared the angelic blonde’s wrath. She enjoyed the ingenious socks with the exception of the scratchy fabric between her toes that drove her insane. There was something so sublime about the sheer nylons covering her arches, and the way it translated the ticklish sensations into electric pulses of panic and pleasure.
Kimberley tried not to let on how much Matilda’s soft tickles turned her on, but guessed her intentions were apparent from the way her protégée focused on her toes whenever she began to sigh and writhe. Matilda didn’t seem to mind too much, in fact a peculiar bond had grown between the pair and each wench shot the other a shy smile that said more than words ever could.
Eventually the fun was halted and Kimberley was called for her torture session. She had gathered that Claire had truly suffered the wrath of the leather-clad blonde in her absence. Humiliated, stripped of her black leather bondage gear and almost broken the Dominatrix was still angry and now collected enough to make the brunette wench pay before supping on the extreme sensitivity of the still sleeping Lauren. As Kimberley was locked in the stocks by the crowd her tormentor laid out a selection of attachments for her to witness. She was horrified by the vibrating hairbrushes and toothbrush heads, all capable of being attached to the diabolical gloves. Her tormentor spoke slowly;
“Now I Vas going to be merciful and only push you too your limits… But now I Vill push past Zem; breaking you Zee way you failed to break me! You Vill suffer worse than you ‘ave ever suffered before!”
Kimberley winced and curled her toes against the toe-ties. Matilda was right, that accent was obviously fake but it didn’t fail to terrify her. The crowd oiled her soles as the blonde Dominatrix attached the hairbrushes and toothbrush heads to the diabolical gloves that also sported long parallel rows of sharp fake nails on each fingertip. Kimberley squirmed, dreading the torture that was about to be inflicted.
The two Eastern European women dominated her soles with their long sharp nails. Meanwhile her upper body and legs had finished their oiling and were being tickled in the name of preventing skin cancer. The crowd had watched eagerly and now wanted to test the techniques demonstrated on her soft pale skin. The backs of her knees were the worst, the rack stretched them out tight making them vulnerable to the soft spider touches of dozens of unseen hands that occasionally explored her thighs too. Her underarms and neck were also favourite spots, in her mind the hands appeared from nowhere to tease and humiliate her as she couldn’t see her tormentors. The soft tickles gave way to the harder squeezes that focused on her ribs, sides and worst of all the tops of her knees. This technique was both hellish and inexcusable under the pretence of applying the sun cream; a large dollop of which had been spread over her heaving bosom by one of the unseen hands.
Meanwhile at the sanctuary her former tormentor was trying to choose her next victim;
“Now Vich Von of you is Zee most ticklish I wonder….” The tall Blonde asked in her peculiar voice.
“Forget that! Where is Ma-M…Morweena?!” The Red-haired Wench asked.
“Oh if only I could take you for a spin?” The Blonde replied, evading the question.
“Sorry, but where is she?” The Knight asked, concerned.
“Oh she just needed some sun-cream, I will let her off the rack when I have finished with meine next victim…” The blonde replied.
“YOU LEFT HER ON THE RACK?!?!” Mark roared.
“Hunny calm down!” Samantha replied, concerned about the volume of his voice in this quiet place.
The brunette and red haired wench left quickly striding in the direction of the rack. After a brief discussion with his girlfriend the knight followed them, leaving his girlfriend to watch the two wenches still recovering from their punishment. The red haired wench reached the rack first, full of fury;
“Hey!” She yelled; getting the attention of the crowd who immediately slunk away.
It was amazing how so many people could suddenly disperse and look like they had nothing to do with the rack on which Matilda glistened in the sun. The two eastern European temptresses remained at her feet using their long nails in a horribly slow pattern keeping the torturous ordeal going. Another member of the crowd remained oblivious to the fury approaching, a young man in camouflage gear and army boots continued to oil the exposed upper part of Matilda’s breasts. Her discomfort and distaste were apparent. In the ensuing fracas he was picked up of his feet by Mark whilst the two wenches accosted the two temptresses at her feet, the leather clad blonde attempted to translate for them whilst the Black Feather approached.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!?!” Mark roared.
“I… I… I… ummm….” The scrawny youth mumbled, despite his army boots and camo-gear he was pale and spotty without any the hint of muscles.
“Hi is there a problem here?” The shy tall brunette asked.
“Hell yes! This woman left our friend on the rack to be groped and tickled!” Kimberley declared.
“O-O-Okay!” The shy brunette stammered glancing around and hoping for some help.
Luckily help was on way and a man dressed as a circus master and a petite woman in an elegant dress took care of the situation. The want-to-be soldier was escorted away whilst the two sultry temptresses were secured to the other side of the rack, making full use of the many straps to tie them down side by side. Of the other gang-ticklers who hadn’t been able to distance themselves excuses were made and be-grudgingly accepted. Matilda was freed from her bondage and tightly hugged Kimberley almost in tears. She watched as Margaret furiously argued with the tall blonde Dominatrix. The discussion was moderated by the circus master and his wife. The shy Brunette Black Feather had slunk away, dreading her punishment for letting this situation occur.
“We had an agreement, I only tickled for six minutes!” The Blonde insisted.
“She tickled my feet and upper body before we started…” Matilda revealed in a quiet voice.
The case against the Dominatrix was made and a compromise reached, she was stripped of her boots and tight leggings that looked so much like real black leather until they were slipped off. She wiggled her toes;
“You may tickle me, but I guarantee you won’t break me!” She declared in a calm accent-less voice.
“Don’t count on it Blondie!” Margaret insisted.
“Oh you don’t get to join in!” The blonde insisted as the stocks were closed over her ankles.
“Why not?” her red-haired opponent countered.
“It is just those in Zee agreement who get to tickle me!....” the corseted blonde asserted as her wrists were secured, adding; “…Unless you Vant to be tickled later, Vich I do not recommend!”
After a brief discussion it was agreed that only Matilda, Kimberley and Samantha would be allowed to tickle the Dominatrix whilst all who wished could tickle the two temptresses strapped down next to her. Matilda was starting to recover but wouldn’t look at her cousin and angrily turned away whenever he approached. Mark obviously felt guilty, his concern and remorse where plain to see. Kimberley still comforted Matilda stroking her hair and helping her back into her dress, recovering slightly Matilda chided;
“You need to get these holes patched!” holding up her arms to reveal the two holes carefully hemmed to allow the dress to fit.
“Oh honey! I’m so sorry I have some scraps of the fabric somewhere….” Kimberley babbled, guessing the holes had made Matilda vulnerable.
Someone had picked up Matilda shoes and socks and it took the pair of wenches comforting the distressed teenager to enable her to put them on. Matilda could not even stand touching her own feet they were so sensitive with phantom tickles, eventually she got her socks on and slipped her heels into the familiar worn trainers. Mark approached to apologise and she flinched away, giving him the cold shoulder. Kimberley spotted the sorrowful look on his face and mouthed; “Give her time!...”
“Do you need to go to the Sanctuary?” Kimberley asked.
Matilda thought about it and shook her head, she had gathered Mark was going to keep an eye on Lauren and Claire and didn’t want to be near him.
“Okay! Brave girl!....” Kimberley declared, adding; “Now let’s tickle this harlot!”
Matilda shook her head shyly, curling her toes in her trainers glad for the protection they offered her feet. She had had enough of tickling for one day.
“Aw c’mon! You liked tickling Calix and Loreena….” Kimberley chimed.
Matilda thought about how she had tickled her friend’s; it had been more than revenge that motivated her, and that made her uncomfortable. After the torture she had endured knowing that she had the same sadistic desires underneath was distressing to her.
“… and she really deserves it!” Margaret asked, looking up from tickling the brunette temptress who giggled and babbled in an un-familiar language.
“I do deserve it! But you Vill not break me!” The Dominatrix announced in a sing-song voice.
“Is everyone like this underneath?....” Matilda asked, astounding Kimberley.
“I….I… what do you mean?” the brunette wench asked.
“….Wanting to torture people and watch them suffer?” Matilda added, voicing her concerns.
“No! Some people like to torture, others just softly tease. Some people like being teased or tortured. It is strange and hard to explain…” Kimberley stumbled.
“Some of Zem want to abuse you…..” The Blonde dominatrix began, softly singing a tune that felt familiar to Matilda.
“It is often about control…” Margaret added, abandoning her dark haired victim to the eager crowd.
“….Some of Zem Vant to be abu-used!” The Dominatrix continued singing.
“… I saw the look on your face when you tickled that pair that wrapped you up. It wasn’t just schadenfreude or revenge, you liked being in control”. The red haired wench explained, slightly annoyed by the Blonde’s singing.
Matilda thought and frowned; she had often been described as a control-freak and knew there was a truth to the criticism, when making arrangements she worked hard to make sure there were no nasty surprises. The resulting stress was enormous and it had been an enormous release to make her victim’s feel the anxiety she felt. With Claire and Lauren it had been made more intense by revenge, but she remembered tickling the waitresses too. …
“Trust me! It is intoxicating the first time you get to take control of someone, and after what your so-called friends put you through they deserved the torture you dished out” Kimberley concluded.
Matilda shyly smiled, re-assured by the brunette wench. Content with knowing she was not as bad as blonde by tickling her Matilda jumped to her feet and circled the rack.
“How long have we got?” She asked confidently
“Zey ‘ave given you fifteen minutes to break me!” The Blonde declared.
Matilda ignored her, Margaret held up an hourglass declaring; “Five turns of this!”
“Hi so we are getting to tickle her early or something?” Samantha asked arriving at the rack.
“This one went overboard when tickling Morweena here, so we get a bonus tickling” Kimberley explained.
“Oh, okay! Did she use the vibrating hairbrush and finger-tip thingies on you too?” Samantha stumbled.
“The toothbrush heads?...” Matilda asked.
“No like lots of points that vibrated and a hairbrush that fitted into the palm somehow…” Samantha explained shuddering slightly, the blonde had watched her in the stocks earlier in the afternoon, not actually tickling her but noting her intense hysterical reaction to hairbrushes.
“Oh for Zis von hairbrushes are Zee key!” The leggy blonde chuckled cruelly, disregarding her bondage and the hungry eyes of the crowd.
“Dibs on her feet!” Samantha announced.
“She told me they are ticklish, mind if I join you?” Matilda asked.
“No problem, that leaves Kimberley with her upper body!” Samantha replied.
The trio dug in, the Blonde’s toes were not tied but she held them upright and splayed her toes. Kimberley and Margaret were experienced and Matilda had proven to be a quick leaner however the finger tickles did not produce even a slight giggle. The crowd seemed disappointed and focused on the two hysterical Eastern European women whose incomprehensible cries for mercy contrasted with the pregnant silence from the blonde.
“Can we use those gloves on her?” Samantha asked.
“No she has used a combination lock, guessing that vibrating hairbrush is in her bag too” Margaret replied from the opposite side of the stocks.
“Shame, does anyone have a hairbrush?” Samantha asked.
A member of the crowd supplied a round cylindrical brush with little balls on the bristles. Samantha gleefully rolled and scrubbed it in the Blonde’s arches. The Blonde’s silence was punctuated with the occasional giggle and flinch. She almost reached a steady giggle as Matilda joined Samantha in using a flat hairbrush with sharper bristles.
“My Congratulations Ladies! You ‘ave succeeding in getting a reaction…. And only twelve minutes to go!” The Blonde announced sarcastically.
Margaret went to pick up the hourglass, whilst eyeing the Blonde’s costume suspiciously. She glanced from the strange neck gear to her discarded boots: ‘Could it be?...’ She thought.
Samantha and Matilda tied the Blonde’s toes in the short break. Remembering what the Blonde did to her, Matilda offered a bottle of oil to two shy-looking women. The hairbrushes were slightly more effective with the oil and frustrated the pair began to use toothbrushes between the Blonde’s toes. She had perfect feet! Pale skin and shiny black nail polish that betrayed ticklishness but did not produce laughter no matter what techniques the pair used. At her upper body Kimberley was equally frustrated, the skin of her victim’s underarms was soft a smooth but didn’t respond to feathers or fingers. The dark haired wench longed to dig into her victim’s ribs and sides but the corset protected these areas. It was only when her long soft hair accidentally stroked the blonde’s face that Kimberley’s efforts seemed to have any effect at all.
“Kim… Ki… Rametta!....” Margaret interjected, adding; “There, what you did with your hair do it again!”
Kimberley swooped her long hair over the blonde’s face, it didn’t have quite the same effect but at least got a response. Frustrated the brunette used a pair of feathers to attack the blonde’s face. It was apparent her victim found the feathers annoying but this was not the torture her captors longed to deliver. Margaret abandoned the screeching tanned women on the other half of the rack and watched the Blonde intently, squinting and looking closely at her corset and the strange leather neck-gear. The petite woman in 1920’s clothing returned and addressed the wenches keen to avoid any incidents;
“Everything okay here?”
“Not quite…” Margaret replied as her friend’s mumbled over a half-hearted chorus of agreement.
“What is the matter?” Betty asked.
“Well she stripped Ma-Ma….Morweena down to her bra and panties and allowed strangers to tickle her….” The Red haired wench began.
“Okay…” Betty replied guessing where she was going
“….And here she is barely suffering, still corseted and secure in her leather costume!” Margaret implored.
“Okay you too may tickle her, and we will find a way get her corset off without needing to move her to the Pink Zone, although we may have to…” Betty conceded.
“Oh that leather neck-thingy will be enough!” Margaret chirped as the hourglass trickled its last.
“Good luck wiv Zat!” The Blonde chirped.
“I make my own luck!” Margaret replied, approaching and investigating the padlocks contained under the epaulette-like shoulder pieces of the neck protector.
“Zee keys are in Meine bag!” The Blonde insisted.
“Really?!...” Margaret asked, guessing the blonde was lying. She picked up one of the long boots and watched her victim’s eyes widen.
“You see ticklish people always hide their weak spots….” Margaret began evilly.
“….For most women it is the feet so they always wears boots and socks and their feet become super sensitive! But you know all this!....” She continued as her victim’s breathing noticeably increased.
“It is about control, and you couldn’t be in control if the keys were in your bag… In order to stay in control you would need to keep the keys somewhere close!” Margaret concluded slowly producing the keys from a little pocket in each boot.
Kimberley accepted one of the keys and helped removed the leather neck protector. The Blonde tried to hide it but it was obvious that she was starting to become nervous. Previously she had been as cool as a cucumber now she glanced from side to side and made all the worried little tell-tale sounds that filled Matilda with a nervous excitement: ‘She was going to make her pay!’
Margaret pulled the neck protector from the Blonde’s struggling shoulders and let it clatter to the ground, the little brass and silver rings jingling. The former Dominatrix squirmed, her long pale sensitive neck on display.
“Start with a feather… If she moves, make it worse!” Matilda implored, remembering the cruel game in the stocks.
Kimberley and Margaret selected two feathers from the plethora scattered around the rack and took positions either side of the Blonde’s head. Their victim turned from side to side betraying her concern as the threatened her neck with the feathers. The pair exploited her fears, taking it in turns to draw focus until Margaret made the first touch as Kimberley wiggled her fingers to distract the helpless blonde.
The surprised squeak delighted the duo who began trailing the feathers in a slow pattern up and down their victim’s long neck. The giggling dominatrix tried to stay in control but it was hopeless, as Matilda and Samantha began tickling her feet her giggles gave way to a steady infectious laughter.
“Her feet are definitely ticklish now!” Matilda beamed, exhilarated by revenge.
“Yes her neck is the key to her ticklishness, which is why she kept it hidden!” Margaret added gleefully, whilst using the pads of her fingertips in addition to the feather.
“Perhaps we should blindfold her too!” Kimberley chimed in.
“Good idea!... I think I could even attach it to this table to stop her from squirming away” Margaret answered.
“NOOOOOO!” The blonde wailed, humiliated and helpless.
“Yeee-eesss!... No Mercy for you!” Margaret cooed in reply.
Matilda was ecstatic at the blonde’s soles which now struggled against the toe ties, she used two of the electric toothbrushes to explore the perfect toes whilst Samantha scrubbed angrily at the arches and heels with two hairbrushes. Kimberley kept tickling the blonde’s neck whilst Margaret secured the strong blindfold which easily bent her head back stretching out her long smooth pale neck. Their victim was suffering but had not yet broken.
“How about the code for that padlock?” Kimberley asked, keen to avoid suffering at the infamous gloves.
“Nooo!........ Noooo!........... Nein!.... You Vill not get you ‘ands on meine beauties!” The blonde replied through giggles and frantic struggles.
“We will see!” Margaret replied eyeing the hourglass as the last quarter trickled away.
“What is your name?” Matilda asked suddenly
“You ma-ha-ha-ha-ay… call me Mistress Ermine” The giggling Blonde Goddess replied.
“Ermintrude?” Margaret asked.
“Nein! Mistress Ermine!” The Blonde goddess replied.
“Erminguard?” Kimberley asked.
The Blonde tried to protest but the tickling had pushed her into incoherence. Kimberley had picked up two handfuls of feathers and cleverly used the multitude of plumes to tease the soft neck. Sensing the brunette had things under control the red-haired wench moved down to the underarms and found that the neck-tickles had unlocked a treasure-trove of sensitive skin. The blindfolded blonde was taken by surprise by the sensations and screamed incoherently into a language no-one understood and only Matilda recognised the component parts of; ‘So she’s more Swedish than German!’ The young brunette thought from the screaming woman’s soles. The last of the sand trickled away and the four wenches kept tickling until the circus master cleared his throat.
“Wow that was fun!” Samantha declared, as the Blonde caught her breathe.
“Yeah if only we could tickle her ribs and sides!” Kimberley chimed flirtatiously.
“We could always take her to the Pink Zone between sessions…” Simon offered, admiring the tall perfect blonde.
“How did they like the weekend warrior?” Betty asked her husband, almost oblivious to his admiration of the corseted blonde and her soft skin and heaving bosom.
“…. Barely more than me!” He answered with a frown; “…Body odour, not much to look at and athlete’s foot up to the knee!” Simon continued, clearly glad to be out of the male-tickle area.
“Really?...” His wife asked.
“Some of them gave him a poke or two in the sides; one woman in particular, but due to lack of interest I banned him from tickling Green Feathers” The circus master concluded.
“Seems a bit of an easy punishment!...” Betty teased.
“He doesn’t think so, whined for ages about the sign we hung around his neck!” Her husband replied.
“You said something about the Pink Zone?...” Margaret asked.
“Oh yes! How about we put this one in a white torture gown?” Betty replied with a grin and a wink at her husband.
Mistress Ermine was removed from the rack and re-booted. The black feather’s kept her blindfold on and bound her wrists, enjoying the removal of her power as she cowered. As she was led away the wenches turned their attention to the two temptresses still stretched out on the opposite side of the rack.
“Feel free to give them a whirl…” Betty implored as she helped guide the shivering dominatrix to the ritual stripping of her power.
The wenches chose the brunette temptress first and were helped by the crowd to guide her across to the rack. The straps securing her blonde friend were adjusted so that she was spread out into a star shape, exposing her inner thighs to the hungry attentions of the crowd. The crowd eagerly surrounded the rack having been forbidden to tickle the corseted blonde. The new victim did not know about the safety catch and despite her desperate begging being in a language no-one understood it was clear the cruel trick terrified her. As she reach full tension Matilda was shocked to watch Margaret continue to turn the handle.
“Stop your going to hurt her!” The young academic protested.
Margaret winked and Kimberley leant in to explain about the ingenious contraption that gave the impression of the rack continuing to tighten its victim at maximum tension. Matilda remembered her session on the rack and that awful moment when it seemed to keep tightening despite her certainty that her young body had nothing left to give.
The brunette went insane as almost twenty ticklers descended on her helpless body. Around eight people targeted her sensitive feet whilst two teased her helpless knees and legs. Her tummy and underarms proved to be particularly ticklish whilst stretched out nice and tight on the rack and the remaining crowd eagerly explored these areas along with her neck. Matilda needed a break and went with Kimberley and Samantha to the café near the sanctuary leaving Margaret to await for the tall blonde’s return.
Meanwhile in the Pink Zone the infamous Mistress Ermine knelt in nothing but her white panties holding her feather necklace in her mouth. Betty, Simon and a few lucky volunteers tickled her all over focusing particularly on her feet and underarms but ensuring her neck was teased with at least two feathers. Despite her ticklishness being unlocked by the neck tickles she successfully bit down on the leather of her necklace and earnt the white torture gown that would replace her beloved black corset.
“I think this one had earnt a nomination for the ‘Highest Endurance’ award!” Simon declared.
“Yes, she makes a better slave than mistress!” Betted replied, adding; “Look at her in that white gown! Can’t you just see her climbing into a Viking Longship to be burnt alive with her Mistress?”
“I am Zee Mistress!” The Angelic blonde protested.
“Not anymore!” Betty chimed, binding her victim’s wrists and leading her back to the rack.
At the sanctuary the three wenches checked on Lauren and Claire, Matilda still wouldn’t make eye contact with her cousin. Samantha handed her boyfriend a sandwich with a faint smile. Lauren was asleep, whilst Claire smouldered evidently angry and unbroken by her ordeal. After an awkward exchange of information Matilda and Kimberley left with Samantha promising to follow shortly afterwards.
“You need to forgive him!” Kimberley chimed.
“Why! He traded me in like a poker chip for a session with that sadistic….” Matilda ranted
“Trust me!” Kimberley interrupted.
Samantha caught them up and helped transfer the blonde temptress to the rack, her brunette friend had passed out from exhaustion but still giggled and kicked in her slumber. The new victim was just as ticklish and had a delightful giggle. Her feet proved to be her worst spot and suffered under the administrations of toothbrushes, flossers and fingers. The tickle tools proving highly effective between her toes. Having suffered in the straps on the opposite side of the rack she too succumbed to exhaustion to be guided to the Sanctuary by Samantha.
“Have you forgiven him yet?” Margaret asked.
“No and I won’t!” Matilda retorted quickly.
“Not a good idea! He is feeling guilty right now but keep up this pout act and you find yourself being offered up for torture again” Margaret replied.
“He wouldn’t do that!” Matilda baulked.
“Trust us, he would. When Mar-Martin wants to tickle a woman there is not much that can stand in his way” Kimberley chimed in.
“Play on his guilt, but let him make amends!” Margaret concluded.
Matilda thought about their advice as her former tormentor was guided back like a lamb to the sacrifice. Her long straight blonde hair swayed in the breeze in time with her thin white dress, her perfect feet were contained in soft leather slippers that crunched in the grass as she approached the rack. Matilda could scarcely believe this was the same cruel woman who had driven her to the edge of madness. Underneath her serene air of contentment there was a calm stillness that implied the tall blonde was in total control.
A new crowd followed her and combined with that which had dispersed during the brief lull at the rack. The atmosphere was intense, with the temptresses absent from the opposite side of the rack all focus was on the serene beauty being slowly stretched out. Samantha returned from the sanctuary as the heavy duty black leather blindfold was used to heighten the blonde’s senses and prevent her from moving her head and neck.
Margaret joined Matilda at the base of the rack and eagerly slipped off the soft leather slippers. Samantha and Kimberley lay out alongside their sublime victim and slipped off their similar footwear.
“Try kissing and nuzzling her neck…” Margaret suggested as she tied back the sexy toes, with their black polish.
Their victim trembled and whimpered as the two sultry wenches snuggled up close and leaned in to explore her worst spot. Both women started by blowing softly causing her to squirm and quiver barely holding back a desperate plea for mercy. Kimberley in particular found that blowing in her victim’s cute ears made the prelude to torture unbearable for her victim. Mistress Ermine tried to hide her anxiety but it was no use. Losing her corset and black leather bondage gear had taken away her control over the situation, these items made her feel powerful and were a lynch-pin in the overcoming of her extreme ticklishness. The hourglass was turned and the nuzzling of her long neck began. Before her soles had even been touched the sensitive Mistress Ermine cracked.
“No… No….Nr..Nr…Nr..NRRR… Inte!.. INTEE!” The stretched blonde wailed, her German accent gone and a delightful lilt astounding the crowd.
At her feet Matilda and Margaret showed no mercy, the shy academic used a hairbrush on the arch and heel and toothbrush between the toes whilst her companion used both hands to scratch at the soft arches whilst nibbling on the tips of the perfect toes. Being a bright and knowledgeable young lady Matilda recognised the occasional word of Swedish as well as other Scandinavian languages from the incoherent gibberish her victim uttered. Kimberley and Samantha kept up their neck nuzzling torment whilst exploring their victim’s soft upper body with their fingers focusing particularly on her taut tummy and exposed underarms. They used their toes to explore the backs of her knees and revelled in her helpless kicks and struggles. All too soon the hourglass ran out and was immediately turned over by Margaret.
“Keep going! No mercy!” The Red-haired wench insisted.
Matilda was slightly astounded by her companion’s fierce sadism but kept up her assault on the soft helpless soles. The crowd couldn’t tickle but were allowed to apply some oil to the areas not currently being tormented by the duo. They forgot their task of discovering the code to get at the evil gloves and just tortured the serene blonde.
“Mind if I jump in!” Betty asked.
“I don’t see why not!” Kimberley replied.
“Try these!” Betty offered holding up the discarded feather toe-rings.
Betty slipped the toe-rings on the wenches’ pretty toes. The petite contortionist couldn’t resist giving each a tickle as she did so.
“Just the perks of being a Black feather!” Betty said with a smile.
The torture resumed full pace after the brief respite for the blonde’s upper body. Each of the wenches having learnt the best spots to drive their victim insane. Betty focused on the goddesses’ tummy loving to tickle this spot on a racked victim. She also decreed that it was acceptable for the crowd to hold toothbrushes steady provided a wench determined their position. Consequentially a total of six toothbrushes were positioned in the best spots between the angelic blonde’s toes. Allowing the two wenches at her feet to focus on her arches with fingers and hairbrushes.
“So are you trying to learn the code to get at those evil gloves of hers?” Betty asked.
“Oh yes we forgot about those!” Margaret replied.
“Tell us the code and we will stop!” Kimberley quietly threatened, leaning up from inflicting an agonising face tickle on the blonde’s neck.
“Nr!… Nr!… No!... Nooo!... Nein!.... Nrr!....” Mistress Ivory replied.
The sand trickled its last in the hourglass heralding the final session. The five ticklers gave their victim a brief break merely to allow her scope to yield the information they craved.
“So are you going to tell us that code?” Margaret asked.
“No, meine Beauties are for me only!” Mistress Ivory insisted.
“Three more minutes it is!” Margaret declared.
“Wait a second!...” Kimberley interrupted, adding; “Could I have a turn at her feet?”
Margaret agreed to swap places with her friend but instead took Betty’s position, the flexible contortionist had already slipped the feather toe rings on over her stockinged feet.
“Oh well, look like this tummy is pretty ticklish!” The red haired wench declared.
The last three minutes of the tall blonde’s punishment where a work of art. She babbled incoherently as the skilled vixen exploited every sensitive spot they had cunningly mapped and remembered. Margaret found that the deep belly button peeking out from under the white torture gown was a gold mine of ticklish laughter. Nobody noticed when the hourglass ran out for the last time, how many extra minutes the self-proclaimed ‘Mistress Ermine’ suffered no-one knew. As the tickling eased off Betty declared;
“You know I was thinking about how she just left little Morweena here….”
Both wenches and crowd looked at the petite contortionist expectantly.
“… And I think she should spend at least three minutes more suffering as this little chicken did!” The contortionist concluded.
This met with almost universal approval with the exceptions of the tightly stretched blonde and Matilda who didn’t appreciate being called a ‘little chicken’. The crowd hungrily poured over the blonde’s sensitive pale skin, somehow having watched her dominate other women made the experience a greater thrill. Matilda stood back and felt faint, it had been a very stimulating day. Suddenly Kimberley nudged her;
“C’mon, I want to be tickled in those stocking socks you picked up!....”
“What?...” Matilda asked, unsure if she had just truly heard her friend correctly.
“I have scarcely been able to think of anything else!” The brunette wench teased.
In truth she had been entirely focused on tormenting the woman she was sure would push her beyond her limits before long. But she had seen that sparkle in Matilda’s eyes and didn’t want it to die out as a result of her session under the cruel touches of those dreaded gloves. The air began to grow cool, Kimberley wiggled her toes in the unusual stocking-socks and watched as the young academic brunette shyly turned the latch on the stocks.
Kimberley loved to be tickled in nylons but hated both hairbrushes, toothbrushes and tongues if used correctly and she was sure that the Blonde Dominatrix would quickly zero in on these weaknesses. The sparkle was back in Matilda’s eyes and Kimberley knew her task was a success, in truth she relished the exploratory shy touches of the blossoming wench and would hold on to the memory tightly during her session at Mistress Ermine’s mercy. She knew that the Dominatrix would make her pay, by being absent she had earnt herself a brief reprieve but still feared the angelic blonde’s wrath. She enjoyed the ingenious socks with the exception of the scratchy fabric between her toes that drove her insane. There was something so sublime about the sheer nylons covering her arches, and the way it translated the ticklish sensations into electric pulses of panic and pleasure.
Kimberley tried not to let on how much Matilda’s soft tickles turned her on, but guessed her intentions were apparent from the way her protégée focused on her toes whenever she began to sigh and writhe. Matilda didn’t seem to mind too much, in fact a peculiar bond had grown between the pair and each wench shot the other a shy smile that said more than words ever could.
Eventually the fun was halted and Kimberley was called for her torture session. She had gathered that Claire had truly suffered the wrath of the leather-clad blonde in her absence. Humiliated, stripped of her black leather bondage gear and almost broken the Dominatrix was still angry and now collected enough to make the brunette wench pay before supping on the extreme sensitivity of the still sleeping Lauren. As Kimberley was locked in the stocks by the crowd her tormentor laid out a selection of attachments for her to witness. She was horrified by the vibrating hairbrushes and toothbrush heads, all capable of being attached to the diabolical gloves. Her tormentor spoke slowly;
“Now I Vas going to be merciful and only push you too your limits… But now I Vill push past Zem; breaking you Zee way you failed to break me! You Vill suffer worse than you ‘ave ever suffered before!”
Kimberley winced and curled her toes against the toe-ties. Matilda was right, that accent was obviously fake but it didn’t fail to terrify her. The crowd oiled her soles as the blonde Dominatrix attached the hairbrushes and toothbrush heads to the diabolical gloves that also sported long parallel rows of sharp fake nails on each fingertip. Kimberley squirmed, dreading the torture that was about to be inflicted.
