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It had been a brilliant start to the morning for Duncan. He had tickled several women and made a new friend, a brown haired woman by the name of Diane who wore a red dress with matching knee-high boots. The pair headed out into the courtyard where two parallel rows of stocks held many pairs of pretty feet that were being attended to by eager patrons. A tall ginger woman scrutinised the pair’s feather necklaces before looking away, shortly after Duncan spotted a sign reading: ‘Male Green feathers this way!’ And was extremely thankful he had been able to afford a Blue feather. His partner had a necklace comprising both Red and Blue feathers. Duncan couldn’t remember what the Red feathers meant and was too distracted by the array of soles on display to try and remember.
The pair ambled from stocks to stocks finding the most ticklish feet and chatted in the early morning sun. Each had a voting card but wanted to sample all the feet on display before considering candidates for each category. They started with the row on their right and discussed the relative merits of each tickle victim;
“I like her feet!” Duncan commented, tickling a chubby brunette with a fake tan and pale soles.
“Yeah they are nice… But listen to her laugh she’s a snorter!” Diane purred.
The brunette temptress had stopped herself short of criticising the woman’s weight; she wasn’t fat just slightly plump. Although she did have perfect feet; almost as pretty as Diane’s which only heightened Diane’s annoyance at this man’s interest in her.
Diane snorted a few times like a pig, her meaning being clear to the woman without her looking like a total bitch in front of this slightly nervous young man. The tickle victim tried to protest but was so helpless with laughter that she just laughed and snorted in time with Diane who laughed sarcastically. She was hurt and angered by the slim woman in the red dress but this was the most attention she had received so far. Next to her was a blonde it took Duncan a few moments to recognise; ‘she was on the bus!’ he realised, spotting her white shoes with the brass plaque-thing on top. She had sat in front of him and slid her smooth heels in and out of the shoes teasing him with glimpses of her arches. The shoes were placed on top of the stocks and their owner nervously curled and flexed her short toes, looking from Duncan to Diane in her red feathery Mardi-Gras mask.
Duncan admired her wide feet wriggling in their black leggings which ended at her ankles with a strap covering the centre of her arch. She had red toe-nail polish and wore a pale blue tunic-type dress. Diane began a finger tickling at her heels working up to her arches, Duncan followed suit smiling at his companion. The blonde began to giggle softly, loving the sensation on her heels but dreading them tickling her arches. She had recently bought an electric device to remove the hard skin on her feet having secretly loved watching the adverts for years. She hoped they would use the hairbrushes on her heels, they were her favourite spot!
She had left a pair of hairbrushes next to her shoes on the stocks and hoped her tormentors would bring her fantasy to life and that her leggings would protect her sensitive arches. Diane pulled at the strap covering the smooth arches and tickled underneath, the result was immediate and condemning for the poor woman. She shrieked and thrashed causing the stocks to vibrate as she kicked.
“That’s the spot!” Diane beamed as Duncan followed suit.
“Yup, nice and sensitive!” Duncan commented.
“Do you have some scissors in that pouch of yours? I want to cut this strap so I can use one of those hairbrushes…” Diane asked.
“NOOOOO!!!” Their victim screamed, wishing she had written to tickle her heels on the chalk board.
“I actually don’t but I have something else that might be even better!” Duncan replied, ignoring the woman’s screams.
“Oh do tell….” Diane chirped, also ignoring the struggling blonde.
She loved ignoring her tickle-toys as she tortured them; it seemed to make them feel more pathetic and irrelevant, making her feel more powerful. She was unimpressed when Duncan produced the two toothbrushes from the gatehouse;
“Is that all?” She asked sarcastically.
“Well I also have this roll of tape, and I was thinking we could use it along with the strap to keep these tickling her toes” Duncan explained.
“Not a bad idea…” Diane replied, adding; “But first we have to find the most sensitive spot on her toes!”
Their victim sighed, she didn’t think her toes were as ticklish as her arches and was relieved that she would be spared the hairbrushes: ‘why had she put them out?’ she thought as she recovered, true she loved the way they felt on her heels but they were absolute torture on her sensitive arches. However the Blonde’s relief was misplaced and she hit the roof as the toothbrushes swirled in her toes. She desperately struggled and batted with her feet at the evil spinning bristles. She didn’t think her toes were ticklish but she had never had toothbrushes used on them before. As her torturers tied back her toes using the little brass loops on the stocks and some string from Duncan’s pouch she prayed they wouldn’t use the toothbrushes on her arches.
“Do you have any more toothbrushes?” Diane asked.
“No just my old one and the one from the gatehouse” Duncan replied.
“Shame, but I am sure we can find more!” Diane answered.
“No please don’t! Not again!” Their victim begged.
Diane grinning and ignored the helpless woman’s pleas and began under the big toe before exploring the other four and the sensitive gaps in between. As she explored she kept scratching at the sensitive arch with her nails and encouraged Duncan to do the same with his rubber page turners. She found the tips of the toes to be exceptionally responsive to the toothbrush but there was no way she could secure one with its head stimulating those nerve ending so she satisfied herself by nibbling them instead. The blonde was going insane and began to beg incoherently, quite a crowd had built up and a few patrons explored her underarms and upper body as well. A tall woman with sandy-blonde hair approached and got their attention;
“I hear you wanted some more toothbrushes?” She asked, holding out four with old heads each marked CTE in black marker pen.
“Thanks!” Diane answered with an evil grin, placing the toothbrushes in one of their victim’s shoes.
The tall Black Feather then let ‘the Snorter’ out of the stocks to their right, the chubby woman attempted to join in the fun but was harshly discouraged by Diane;
“Jog on piggy!” The sultry brunette snapped before snorting an ‘Oink Oink’ to the woman’s dismay.
Duncan felt bad for the poor woman; he liked Diane but she was being a bit too cruel. He watched as the woman shuffled away in her black flip-flops trying not to let anyone see how hurt she was, but Duncan caught the look on her face. True she was carrying a bit of extra weight but she was still very pretty with exceptionally nice feet. His sympathy and distaste did not last long as the identification of their current victim’s worst spots reached a climax. Diane produced a biro from a pocket in her red boots and marked several X’s before trying to narrow down her third and final spot. Their victim was in tears and had not become any less ticklish since they started using the toothbrushes.
“Here!... Mark her three worst spots, and remember we need to secure all three toothbrushes” Diane explained passing Duncan her biro.
For Duncan it was an easy choice; the spot under half way up her index toe so that the head tickled the first joint and the spot where the toe meet the ball of her foot, slightly lower under her middle toe which was smaller and could be completely tickled if the toe was held down, and finally the spot in between her Pinky toe and the one next to it which being tiny could be tickled with a single toothbrush if positioned correctly. Duncan finished his last mark and picked up two of the new toothbrushes, he quickly secured all three in the strap of her legging and went about positioning their heads. He need to release some of the toe ties but soon all three toothbrushes were held in place with the grey gaffer tape which he cruelly used to prevent her from flexing her toes.
“No please don’t do this!” The helpless blonde begged as her toe ties were adjusted to incorporate the toothbrushes and tape.
Duncan chuckled as he switched his toothbrushes on, Diane had almost finished positioning her three and Duncan gave her a hand with the tape showing her how to bend the toes over the brushes to ensure that there was no escape. As all six toothbrush were switched on the pair sat back and watched as their victim thrashed and begged.
“NOOO!!!. TURN THEM OFF!!... Turn them off!!!... TURN THEM OFF!... Turn them off!!.. TURN THEM OFF! TURN THEMmmfffhhghhh!” She begged to a delightful rhythm before being gagged by a giggling Black woman wearing cargo shorts.
“Hi did you want some more toothbrushes I have two more!” The Tropical beauty asked holding up two more toothbrushes marked CTE.
“Yeah that would be great!” Diane purred, whilst Duncan asked;
“What does CTE stand for?”
“Well I would guess: Castle Tickling Event!” Diane answered sarcastically as the Tropical Beauty returned to tickling a victim of her choice further down the row of stocks.
Duncan laughed it off but again Diane’s wit was sharp and pointed. He considered adding the toothbrush to the already torturous array but didn’t want to undo his already effective arrangement.
“Hmmm!” Diane purred: “I wonder if her arches are as responsive to these as her toes?”
The blonde’s eyes widened, she was already in hell desperately trying to get her toes away from the horrible spinning bristles and now these sadists were going to tickle her arches as well. Diane and Duncan chuckled as they switched their new toothbrushes on, Diane began below the ball of the blonde’s feet whilst Duncan started at the heels and worked up. Each traced the bristles up and down her arches finding spots between the handles of the three toothbrushes torturing her toes. The helpless woman thrashed and screamed into her ball-gag, within the horrible tape and string prisons her toes were still being tortured. Every attempt to get away only made the tickling worse. Now the two sadists were zeroing in on the worst spots available and bringing her torment to the maximum she could possibly endure.
‘Why hadn’t she written to use the hairbrushes on her heels?!’ She thought as each mobile toothbrush swirled in a horrible circle around her arches, the six other toothbrushes kept up their cruel sentinel on her toes. Meanwhile other patrons eager to push her over the edge viciously tickled her sides and legs. Her muffled hysterical laughter was like a siren’s call and only served to bring more grinning sadists to exploit her sensitive body. Just as three new torturers arrived her frazzled nervous system couldn’t take anymore and the struggling blonde passed out.
“Awww I was enjoying that!” Diane teased, switching off the toothbrushes and regretting not recruiting the eager crowd to trying torture the woman’s soles.
The two Green Feathers to either side tried not to attract the pair’s attention. Duncan and Diane had made a name for themselves and each feared that their torture would be as thorough and ruthless as that of the blonde now being carried by the African- Caribbean Goddess to a place called ‘The Sanctuary’. Diane noticed the way they each tried not to catch her eye and laughed, insisting they start with the one in ‘Piggy’s stocks’.
Duncan was reminded of how unnecessarily mean she had been to the woman as they tickled the straw-haired woman who now occupied her former seat. Luckily for them the two terrified women didn’t interest Diane, having in her plainly stated opinion: “Average feet” and “Mediocre laughter”. Duncan didn’t mind their feet, true they weren’t as pretty as others but he would still normally have gladly stolen second and third glances at them.
The pair moved on to the horror of the Green Feathers down the line of the long stocks. Their torture of the Blonde with the toothbrushes had made them temporarily infamous, Diane revelled in the attention whilst Duncan was still ecstatic just to be able to tickle so many women. About halfway down the row of stocks they found a tiny teenage girl in a yellow T-shirt warning of her asthma. The younger Goth girl Duncan recognised from his walk to the gatehouse warned them not to tickle her too roughly and the pair obeyed briefly, Diane couldn’t resist using her nails though. Duncan loved the tiny teenager’s feet and wished Diane would be gentler and not use her nails, there was something so cute about the way the helpless teen giggled and blushed.
Eventually the pair grew bored and headed on. They passed the Tropical temptress who had taken the blonde to this sanctuary place, she smiled at them and headed straight to the tiny teenager who seemed to be her favourite victim. Diane and Duncan slowly made their way along the row of ticklish feet taking time to explore each set of soles and pausing at the ones that interested them, none received as thorough and intense torture as those of the Blonde but each remembered their session with the pair as the worst they suffered.
At the end of the row was a single set of stocks under a tree, set back slightly from the line created by the long stocks. A large group of women were gathered around the detainee who appeared to be positively glowing as she laughed. There was something about the redness of the pretty but chubby woman’s face and the way that the women tickling her smiled that just didn’t add up. There was one mask-less man tickling her soles with very little enthusiasm as three women cooed and teased the soles with feathers and fingertips. Both Duncan and Diane examined the scene trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle. Duncan noted the way the woman’s arms were not bound to the tree overhead but rather wrapped around the ropes she gripped in her hands the way sailors used to lash themselves to the ships wheel. The man at her soles was a mystery too; there had been a few unmasked women but no men, and he seemed angry and almost bored.
The pair approached and suddenly it became clear why the scene seemed out of place. The woman’s heaving bosom had drawn focus; underneath its blue and white stripy top, yellow feather necklace and the overall inviting pinkness of her cleavage there was the distinctive baby-bump. Now the cooing and benevolent facial expressions of the ticklers made sense. Women always acted this way around a pregnant woman, tickling fetish or not. The giggling mother-to-be seemed to be enjoying herself. The dour man at her feet looked over his shoulder at the pair.
“Two more?” The giggling mother-to-be asked hopefully.
“She can, but not him!” The man answered quickly in a voice that betrayed both his annoyance and jealousy.
Diane wrinkled her nose at Duncan and left to feather the woman’s arches. Duncan suddenly noticed a woman in a skimpy latex nurse’s costume standing by. He smiled at her as he wished he could explore those pink arches.
“Six months, and getting cravings” The Nurse explained in a welcoming tone.
“”I see…” Duncan replied.
“Apparently she used to ask him to tickle her but he never took the hint…” The Nurse whispered, aware of the father-to-be’s prickly pride.
Duncan nodded wishing he was allowed to join in the fun, remembering about the Purple and Yellow feathers from the application webpage; Yellow Feather’s could only be tickled with their Master’s (or Purple Feather’s) permission…
“Then the cravings hit and one pair of hands for a little while wasn’t enough so she decided to get some help…” Hailey, the nurse added.
Duncan watched as the pleasingly pink woman’s craving were satisfied by her husband and a broody band of female ticklers. He was comforted by the expression on Diane’s face, she wasn’t fawning like all the other women but she seemed softer and somehow more human. Duncan forgot about how cruelly she had spoken to the chubby woman with the nice feet and watched as the giggling pregnant woman shot her a friendly smile, glad of another tickler to satisfy her desperate cravings. Finally Duncan grew bored and noticed a woman sitting in a set of stocks at the end of the opposite row of the long stocks, she too looked bored. He decided enough was enough and that this woman needed a thorough tickling to chase the boredom away. He turned his back and started towards her, she smiled at him. She had been waiting to be tickled for almost ten minutes; hoping that by sitting at the end of the stocks the sadists would get it out of their system and someone would tickle her with the feathers she had laid out…
How wrong could she be…
The pair ambled from stocks to stocks finding the most ticklish feet and chatted in the early morning sun. Each had a voting card but wanted to sample all the feet on display before considering candidates for each category. They started with the row on their right and discussed the relative merits of each tickle victim;
“I like her feet!” Duncan commented, tickling a chubby brunette with a fake tan and pale soles.
“Yeah they are nice… But listen to her laugh she’s a snorter!” Diane purred.
The brunette temptress had stopped herself short of criticising the woman’s weight; she wasn’t fat just slightly plump. Although she did have perfect feet; almost as pretty as Diane’s which only heightened Diane’s annoyance at this man’s interest in her.
Diane snorted a few times like a pig, her meaning being clear to the woman without her looking like a total bitch in front of this slightly nervous young man. The tickle victim tried to protest but was so helpless with laughter that she just laughed and snorted in time with Diane who laughed sarcastically. She was hurt and angered by the slim woman in the red dress but this was the most attention she had received so far. Next to her was a blonde it took Duncan a few moments to recognise; ‘she was on the bus!’ he realised, spotting her white shoes with the brass plaque-thing on top. She had sat in front of him and slid her smooth heels in and out of the shoes teasing him with glimpses of her arches. The shoes were placed on top of the stocks and their owner nervously curled and flexed her short toes, looking from Duncan to Diane in her red feathery Mardi-Gras mask.
Duncan admired her wide feet wriggling in their black leggings which ended at her ankles with a strap covering the centre of her arch. She had red toe-nail polish and wore a pale blue tunic-type dress. Diane began a finger tickling at her heels working up to her arches, Duncan followed suit smiling at his companion. The blonde began to giggle softly, loving the sensation on her heels but dreading them tickling her arches. She had recently bought an electric device to remove the hard skin on her feet having secretly loved watching the adverts for years. She hoped they would use the hairbrushes on her heels, they were her favourite spot!
She had left a pair of hairbrushes next to her shoes on the stocks and hoped her tormentors would bring her fantasy to life and that her leggings would protect her sensitive arches. Diane pulled at the strap covering the smooth arches and tickled underneath, the result was immediate and condemning for the poor woman. She shrieked and thrashed causing the stocks to vibrate as she kicked.
“That’s the spot!” Diane beamed as Duncan followed suit.
“Yup, nice and sensitive!” Duncan commented.
“Do you have some scissors in that pouch of yours? I want to cut this strap so I can use one of those hairbrushes…” Diane asked.
“NOOOOO!!!” Their victim screamed, wishing she had written to tickle her heels on the chalk board.
“I actually don’t but I have something else that might be even better!” Duncan replied, ignoring the woman’s screams.
“Oh do tell….” Diane chirped, also ignoring the struggling blonde.
She loved ignoring her tickle-toys as she tortured them; it seemed to make them feel more pathetic and irrelevant, making her feel more powerful. She was unimpressed when Duncan produced the two toothbrushes from the gatehouse;
“Is that all?” She asked sarcastically.
“Well I also have this roll of tape, and I was thinking we could use it along with the strap to keep these tickling her toes” Duncan explained.
“Not a bad idea…” Diane replied, adding; “But first we have to find the most sensitive spot on her toes!”
Their victim sighed, she didn’t think her toes were as ticklish as her arches and was relieved that she would be spared the hairbrushes: ‘why had she put them out?’ she thought as she recovered, true she loved the way they felt on her heels but they were absolute torture on her sensitive arches. However the Blonde’s relief was misplaced and she hit the roof as the toothbrushes swirled in her toes. She desperately struggled and batted with her feet at the evil spinning bristles. She didn’t think her toes were ticklish but she had never had toothbrushes used on them before. As her torturers tied back her toes using the little brass loops on the stocks and some string from Duncan’s pouch she prayed they wouldn’t use the toothbrushes on her arches.
“Do you have any more toothbrushes?” Diane asked.
“No just my old one and the one from the gatehouse” Duncan replied.
“Shame, but I am sure we can find more!” Diane answered.
“No please don’t! Not again!” Their victim begged.
Diane grinning and ignored the helpless woman’s pleas and began under the big toe before exploring the other four and the sensitive gaps in between. As she explored she kept scratching at the sensitive arch with her nails and encouraged Duncan to do the same with his rubber page turners. She found the tips of the toes to be exceptionally responsive to the toothbrush but there was no way she could secure one with its head stimulating those nerve ending so she satisfied herself by nibbling them instead. The blonde was going insane and began to beg incoherently, quite a crowd had built up and a few patrons explored her underarms and upper body as well. A tall woman with sandy-blonde hair approached and got their attention;
“I hear you wanted some more toothbrushes?” She asked, holding out four with old heads each marked CTE in black marker pen.
“Thanks!” Diane answered with an evil grin, placing the toothbrushes in one of their victim’s shoes.
The tall Black Feather then let ‘the Snorter’ out of the stocks to their right, the chubby woman attempted to join in the fun but was harshly discouraged by Diane;
“Jog on piggy!” The sultry brunette snapped before snorting an ‘Oink Oink’ to the woman’s dismay.
Duncan felt bad for the poor woman; he liked Diane but she was being a bit too cruel. He watched as the woman shuffled away in her black flip-flops trying not to let anyone see how hurt she was, but Duncan caught the look on her face. True she was carrying a bit of extra weight but she was still very pretty with exceptionally nice feet. His sympathy and distaste did not last long as the identification of their current victim’s worst spots reached a climax. Diane produced a biro from a pocket in her red boots and marked several X’s before trying to narrow down her third and final spot. Their victim was in tears and had not become any less ticklish since they started using the toothbrushes.
“Here!... Mark her three worst spots, and remember we need to secure all three toothbrushes” Diane explained passing Duncan her biro.
For Duncan it was an easy choice; the spot under half way up her index toe so that the head tickled the first joint and the spot where the toe meet the ball of her foot, slightly lower under her middle toe which was smaller and could be completely tickled if the toe was held down, and finally the spot in between her Pinky toe and the one next to it which being tiny could be tickled with a single toothbrush if positioned correctly. Duncan finished his last mark and picked up two of the new toothbrushes, he quickly secured all three in the strap of her legging and went about positioning their heads. He need to release some of the toe ties but soon all three toothbrushes were held in place with the grey gaffer tape which he cruelly used to prevent her from flexing her toes.
“No please don’t do this!” The helpless blonde begged as her toe ties were adjusted to incorporate the toothbrushes and tape.
Duncan chuckled as he switched his toothbrushes on, Diane had almost finished positioning her three and Duncan gave her a hand with the tape showing her how to bend the toes over the brushes to ensure that there was no escape. As all six toothbrush were switched on the pair sat back and watched as their victim thrashed and begged.
“NOOO!!!. TURN THEM OFF!!... Turn them off!!!... TURN THEM OFF!... Turn them off!!.. TURN THEM OFF! TURN THEMmmfffhhghhh!” She begged to a delightful rhythm before being gagged by a giggling Black woman wearing cargo shorts.
“Hi did you want some more toothbrushes I have two more!” The Tropical beauty asked holding up two more toothbrushes marked CTE.
“Yeah that would be great!” Diane purred, whilst Duncan asked;
“What does CTE stand for?”
“Well I would guess: Castle Tickling Event!” Diane answered sarcastically as the Tropical Beauty returned to tickling a victim of her choice further down the row of stocks.
Duncan laughed it off but again Diane’s wit was sharp and pointed. He considered adding the toothbrush to the already torturous array but didn’t want to undo his already effective arrangement.
“Hmmm!” Diane purred: “I wonder if her arches are as responsive to these as her toes?”
The blonde’s eyes widened, she was already in hell desperately trying to get her toes away from the horrible spinning bristles and now these sadists were going to tickle her arches as well. Diane and Duncan chuckled as they switched their new toothbrushes on, Diane began below the ball of the blonde’s feet whilst Duncan started at the heels and worked up. Each traced the bristles up and down her arches finding spots between the handles of the three toothbrushes torturing her toes. The helpless woman thrashed and screamed into her ball-gag, within the horrible tape and string prisons her toes were still being tortured. Every attempt to get away only made the tickling worse. Now the two sadists were zeroing in on the worst spots available and bringing her torment to the maximum she could possibly endure.
‘Why hadn’t she written to use the hairbrushes on her heels?!’ She thought as each mobile toothbrush swirled in a horrible circle around her arches, the six other toothbrushes kept up their cruel sentinel on her toes. Meanwhile other patrons eager to push her over the edge viciously tickled her sides and legs. Her muffled hysterical laughter was like a siren’s call and only served to bring more grinning sadists to exploit her sensitive body. Just as three new torturers arrived her frazzled nervous system couldn’t take anymore and the struggling blonde passed out.
“Awww I was enjoying that!” Diane teased, switching off the toothbrushes and regretting not recruiting the eager crowd to trying torture the woman’s soles.
The two Green Feathers to either side tried not to attract the pair’s attention. Duncan and Diane had made a name for themselves and each feared that their torture would be as thorough and ruthless as that of the blonde now being carried by the African- Caribbean Goddess to a place called ‘The Sanctuary’. Diane noticed the way they each tried not to catch her eye and laughed, insisting they start with the one in ‘Piggy’s stocks’.
Duncan was reminded of how unnecessarily mean she had been to the woman as they tickled the straw-haired woman who now occupied her former seat. Luckily for them the two terrified women didn’t interest Diane, having in her plainly stated opinion: “Average feet” and “Mediocre laughter”. Duncan didn’t mind their feet, true they weren’t as pretty as others but he would still normally have gladly stolen second and third glances at them.
The pair moved on to the horror of the Green Feathers down the line of the long stocks. Their torture of the Blonde with the toothbrushes had made them temporarily infamous, Diane revelled in the attention whilst Duncan was still ecstatic just to be able to tickle so many women. About halfway down the row of stocks they found a tiny teenage girl in a yellow T-shirt warning of her asthma. The younger Goth girl Duncan recognised from his walk to the gatehouse warned them not to tickle her too roughly and the pair obeyed briefly, Diane couldn’t resist using her nails though. Duncan loved the tiny teenager’s feet and wished Diane would be gentler and not use her nails, there was something so cute about the way the helpless teen giggled and blushed.
Eventually the pair grew bored and headed on. They passed the Tropical temptress who had taken the blonde to this sanctuary place, she smiled at them and headed straight to the tiny teenager who seemed to be her favourite victim. Diane and Duncan slowly made their way along the row of ticklish feet taking time to explore each set of soles and pausing at the ones that interested them, none received as thorough and intense torture as those of the Blonde but each remembered their session with the pair as the worst they suffered.
At the end of the row was a single set of stocks under a tree, set back slightly from the line created by the long stocks. A large group of women were gathered around the detainee who appeared to be positively glowing as she laughed. There was something about the redness of the pretty but chubby woman’s face and the way that the women tickling her smiled that just didn’t add up. There was one mask-less man tickling her soles with very little enthusiasm as three women cooed and teased the soles with feathers and fingertips. Both Duncan and Diane examined the scene trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle. Duncan noted the way the woman’s arms were not bound to the tree overhead but rather wrapped around the ropes she gripped in her hands the way sailors used to lash themselves to the ships wheel. The man at her soles was a mystery too; there had been a few unmasked women but no men, and he seemed angry and almost bored.
The pair approached and suddenly it became clear why the scene seemed out of place. The woman’s heaving bosom had drawn focus; underneath its blue and white stripy top, yellow feather necklace and the overall inviting pinkness of her cleavage there was the distinctive baby-bump. Now the cooing and benevolent facial expressions of the ticklers made sense. Women always acted this way around a pregnant woman, tickling fetish or not. The giggling mother-to-be seemed to be enjoying herself. The dour man at her feet looked over his shoulder at the pair.
“Two more?” The giggling mother-to-be asked hopefully.
“She can, but not him!” The man answered quickly in a voice that betrayed both his annoyance and jealousy.
Diane wrinkled her nose at Duncan and left to feather the woman’s arches. Duncan suddenly noticed a woman in a skimpy latex nurse’s costume standing by. He smiled at her as he wished he could explore those pink arches.
“Six months, and getting cravings” The Nurse explained in a welcoming tone.
“”I see…” Duncan replied.
“Apparently she used to ask him to tickle her but he never took the hint…” The Nurse whispered, aware of the father-to-be’s prickly pride.
Duncan nodded wishing he was allowed to join in the fun, remembering about the Purple and Yellow feathers from the application webpage; Yellow Feather’s could only be tickled with their Master’s (or Purple Feather’s) permission…
“Then the cravings hit and one pair of hands for a little while wasn’t enough so she decided to get some help…” Hailey, the nurse added.
Duncan watched as the pleasingly pink woman’s craving were satisfied by her husband and a broody band of female ticklers. He was comforted by the expression on Diane’s face, she wasn’t fawning like all the other women but she seemed softer and somehow more human. Duncan forgot about how cruelly she had spoken to the chubby woman with the nice feet and watched as the giggling pregnant woman shot her a friendly smile, glad of another tickler to satisfy her desperate cravings. Finally Duncan grew bored and noticed a woman sitting in a set of stocks at the end of the opposite row of the long stocks, she too looked bored. He decided enough was enough and that this woman needed a thorough tickling to chase the boredom away. He turned his back and started towards her, she smiled at him. She had been waiting to be tickled for almost ten minutes; hoping that by sitting at the end of the stocks the sadists would get it out of their system and someone would tickle her with the feathers she had laid out…
How wrong could she be…
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