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Another prologue that turned into a story in it's own right. This one is mostly a flashback/ dream sequence...
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Helen squirmed in her sleep, the familiar nightmare causing her to twist and turn. It had been years since she last had this dream. The trauma of her late teenage years had left a deep mark on her psyche but by her late twenties she had overcome the worst of it; over-compensating in social situations and definitely altered by her experiences in boarding school, but able to function free of the awful memories and dreams. As she slept the two women sharing her tent cuddled her, each slumbered after a long day of tickle fun and anticipation of the delights the event the next day at castle had to offer.
In her dreams, Helen’s fitful mind interpreted the sensations as the first teasing tickles and clumsy but ultimately effective attempts to restrain her to her old boarding school bed. Helen had been an awkward teenager. She had braces and thick glasses and had been teased and bullied throughout school. The bullying had become worse after her parents had sent her to St Catherine’s a boarding school up north. At the first the teachers had protected her; Helen being a proper little teacher’s pet, who always put her hand up to answer questions in class. When she turned 18 she was sent to sleep in the senior dormitory where the prefect’s ran entirely unchecked. Helen had even been protected by a few of them before being sent ‘up to the tower’. St Catherine’s was a strange boarding school, despite it being the 1990’s the school was old fashioned and had a strange sub-culture of bullying. Apparently in years gone past one of the headmistresses had actively encouraged it, and amongst the prefects there was a secret society of girls who would pass on sadistic secrets of ancient tortures refined over the decades. Helen had heard horror stories about what ‘the sisters’ got up to in their tower but nothing could have prepared her for the tortures she suffered.
“Susanna no…” Helen murmured in her sleep as Ingrid tightened her grip around her middle in a loving but misinterpreted bear-hug.
Susanna had been the ringleader of the group. She was tall, lithe and ginger. Resembling a cross between Ingrid and Andrea; only mean, with wicked eyes, an indomitable confidence and a sadistic intelligence which kept her in charge and prevented her getting caught. Helen became Susanna’s favourite victim from her first night of torture, although in truth Suzanna had lusted to torture the shy nerdy girl the moment she first caught eyes on her. The other girls had planned all sorts of cruel tricks for Helen but Susanna had one specific torture in mind, she was clever and strong so there was little argument from her minions prior to them seizing Helen’s wrists and ankles as Susanna pounced.
That was how Helen’s nightmares had always started being suddenly awoken by the sight of Susanna’s evil face combined with the inability to move. The first night had been bad enough; Helen had slept in a pair of woollen socks the tower being freezing cold compared to her old dorm room. As she struggled the socks were pulled off and Susanna stuffed them in her mouth before tying something around them as a makeshift gag. The cruel Irish vixen had come prepared and blindfolded Helen with a night-mask before ensuring her minions had made a reasonable job of her bondage. That first night they had tickled the poor girl to tears. Helen did not wet the bed that night, nor did her tormentors strip her naked. Despite these humiliations being meted in the days and weeks to come that first night haunted Helen the most. She had no idea how many girls tickled her and didn’t know if they were ever going to stop.
In her nightmare all the tortures Helen had suffered merged together. After her first ordeal any objection to Susanna’s cruel games melted away as each one of Susanna’s minions found new tickle toys and torture tools to torment Helen beyond madness. One had acquired a plastic sheet and took delight in showing it to Helen under the sheets of her bed, boasting that tonight would be the night they would force Helen wet herself. Helen remembered this particular girl’s face but not her name, as with the rest of ‘the sisters’ she had forced herself to forget as much as she could. That night the girls force fed her water and fizzy drinks through a funnel and made good on their promise, tickling her tummy and ribs in particular until she could hold it in no longer. Helen washed and dried her sheets in secret the next morning, utterly humiliated. Amazingly she manged to focus in on her studies during this time; blocking out the prospect of each night’s torture by burying herself in books. Still the torture came, each night ‘the sisters’ came up with new ways to torture her sensitive young body.
In her nightmare Helen tried to run and escape but couldn’t, neither could she scream. During her torture sessions she had usually been gagged, one night they tied her to her bed face down and scrubbed her soles using stiff bristled brushes and some sort of abrasive cream that smelled of peppermint. Throughout the ordeal she screamed into her gag, afterwards her feet were so sensitive she could barely walk. There were also always a few girls who liked to slap her feet; making them even more sensitive, this combined with the horrible scrubbing made her soles glow a deep reddish pink. The worst torture came the night after Helen’s foot-scrub, when Suzanna revealed a ‘belated birthday present’. Helen did understand what it was but stared wide eyed at the strange device as one of her torturers slipped her blindfold up onto her forehead.
“Wha..Wha… What is that? Are you going to tickle me with that?!” Helen asked nervously.
“I suppose we could…” Suzanna replied switching the vibrator on and using it to tease Helen’s underarms and sides.
Helen giggled and squirmed, she was extremely ticklish but the strange vibrating wand did not tickle as badly as the torture she had already suffered. Tonight the sisters had forced her feet through the upper gap in her bed’s footboard and tied her toes back to the top metal bar. She was spread eagled and helpless as a multitude of merciless vixens crowded around her. Suzanna ran the vibrator over her tummy and down towards her crotch. Helen continued to giggle until the strange sensation reached her vagine when she gasped with a start. She looked at Suzanna, unsure of what to say.
“I thinks she likes her present” Suzanna whispered to a murmur of cruel laughter.
Helen didn’t know what to do; she was embarrassed, she didn’t want the girls to tickle her anymore but for some reason she felt she shouldn’t reveal that the sensations felt… Good!
The young Helen tried to resist but as Suzanna rubbed the device up and down she zeroed in on her sweet spot, Helen couldn’t resist sighing and moaning.
“You pretend to be such a good girl! But you’re just a filthy slut aren’t you?” Suzanna asked, grinning broadly her green eyes twinkling with delight.
Helen didn’t know what to say and just moaned with pleasure. She knew about sex from the video she had watched in her old school but had no idea what the strange device was called. As it buzzed she felt the sensations become more and more intense. She hated that Suzanna was the one doing this to her, but at the same time she could feel this wonderful sensation spreading throughout her body. Just as Helen was entering a heavenly bliss and the room began to fade the device was suddenly switched off.
“Not without my permission! Suzanna declared as the gag was forced back into Helen’s mouth.
The tickling resumed and Helen found that it was a hundred times worse than before. Even after the exfoliating foot scrub she had never been so sensitive. What was worse was her hunger for something, as if something delightful was just out of reach. Her entire body was glowing as she thrashed, the girls had stripped her of her top but left her pyjama bottoms on. After what seemed like an eternity of tickling Helen felt the waistband of her last item of clothing slipped down over her waist, it was left bundled around her ankles and calves. The blindfold was slipped up again and Suzanna held a hand close to her smouldering pussy;
“Still warm! I will have to go easy on her if we are going to play the denial game!” The ginger alpha female declared.
Helen’s eyes widened; she had heard the word orgasm but never really knew what it meant. The vibrator felt more intense this time without the thing fabric of her pyjamas, Suzanna rubbed it up and down and paused it in just the right place. Helen bean to plead into her sock-gag;
“Hmmnnt tttrk mmhhii fffrrrggnntty” Was all Helen could emit through the foul wet fabric.
The sisters had taken to balling up a collection of their socks they deemed to be the smelliest for her gags; after a hot or stiflingly close day this added significantly to Helen’s humiliation. Suzanna cocked an eyebrow and chuckled;
“What’s that? Don’t take your virginity?... Who would want to?!”
The sister’s chuckled, they liked insulting Helen’s appearance. A few had noticed that without the braces and thick Perspex glasses she would be quite pretty, but this just fed their jealousy.
“We aren’t going to penetrate you, we are just going to make you beg us for an orgasm like the slut you are!” Suzanna declared, pinching and fondling Helen’s pert nipples.
The torture continued for what seemed like days to Helen. Each of the girls wanted a turn with the vibrator, a few even used it on themselves in front of her. She was successfully denied the release of an orgasm until Suzanna detected she would not last much longer and it was time for her cherry to be plucked.
“Okay so new game, this time I am going to use this thing and not stop for ten minutes. If you resist its charms we will let you go. If not we will torture you all night long and from now on things will be much worse! You think you have had it bad so far? You don’t know what some of these girls want to do to you!”
The teenage girl cowered and cringed; the evil lustful glare of the sisters betrayed each and every bully’s deep sadistic desires. Suzanna held the vibrator aloft and theatrically lowered it. The blindfold was slipped back into place and the sisters began caressing and fondling her young naked body. In her fitful sleep the older Helen squirmed as Nicole and Ingrid ran their hands up her quivering torso, her mind interpreted the pleasant soft sensations as those she endured during her teenage torments. She had hated the way those girls had made her feel;
“Dirty tickle bitch! You love this don’t you?” One of them whispered.
The teasing enhanced Helen’s humiliation but decreased her arousal, she was close but it was enough to repulse her. Soon Susanna noticed its affect and demanded the sisters stop. Helen tried to resist but the device felt so wonderful, as it buzzed away she forgot about her predicament and the entire world seemed to fade. Suddenly she couldn’t stand it any longer and she inhaled deeply threw back her head and let the sensations wash over her. The girls instantly began to tickle her but the floodgates were opened and Helen convulsed as a freight train of multiple orgasms rocked her body. Susanna didn’t stop using the vibrator until Helen passed out, but the night wasn’t over yet and brought Helen around by slapping her hard across the cheeks.
“Okay Slut! You have had your fun now it is time for your punishment!” Suzanna declared
Helen found her body was still as ticklish as before but was too exhausted to thrash. Eventually the girls grew bored and drew soft brushes over her entire body. The brushes felt strange at first, not as tickly but there was something else.. Oh No!
Helen rose began to struggle desperately, she knew what they were doing! They had done this before to her and a group of other girls whilst they were swimming. They were covering her in itching powder! Helen frantically tried to escape remembering how horrible it was when her clothes were filled with the evil powder after she got dressed in the changing room that time. No matter how much she struggled she couldn’t stop them covering almost every inch of her body, including her face. The last spot to be covered were the soles of her feet which were tickled until the last. Likewise her pussy was spared the horrible powder and teased with vibrator, the sensations were less wonderful, almost painful but Helen’s last orgasm was extracted as her itchy sleepless night began. As she climaxed the girls cooed in a broken chorus.
“You are sick girl!” “Dirty sick whore!”
Helen turned red with rage the itching powder erasing the last of the sweet innocent nerdy girl, leaving an angry, suspicious and jealous woman. ‘She wasn’t the whore they were whores!...’ ‘Depraved bitches!’ She thought as she screamed incoherently into her sock gag. She struggled until the clean-up crew released her from her bonds. It had been a heavy night and a few of them had taken it in shifts to torture her, the true sadists had stuck around for her whole ordeal. Even after the last girl left Helen did not sleep. The broken teenage girl tried to resist scratching but couldn’t help it.
“Stupid girl! That will only make it worse! You love this don’t you? You sick whore!” One of her captors teased already dressed in her immaculate school uniform.
Helen almost punched the girl but suddenly saw a way out of this hell…. The school nurse!
Helen’s “rash” kept her safe from the sister’s clutches for the best part of a week in which time she was able to study and prepare for her upcoming exams. St Catherine’s was an old building and very dusty, so after the redness passed Helen was able to fake a cold by exploiting her allergy to dust. Anything was better than suffering the sister’s cruel games. From the infirmary Helen was able to pass her exams with flying colours and got into the University of her choice. She decided to defer a year; not liking the idea of living in halls, during that year she worked for her uncle’s firm as a secretary and spent the money she earnt on laser eye surgery. She also outgrew her braces and filled out her frame, going from a shy little girl to a woman, albeit a bitter and jaded one. At University she had a few boyfriends but their clumsy attempts never reach the same level of intensity as the vibrator Suzanna had taken her innocence with. She often mocked them when they couldn’t get it up and told the gossips the tales they craved.
Despite growing in confidence Helen was still deeply emotionally scarred. She trusted no-one and made no personal friends, only acquaintances. Outwardly she seemed brash and often rude, belittling people whenever she could. After university her friends slowly drifted away, getting married and starting families and careers. The last time she saw her classmates and contemporaries was at one of their Hen do’s. It was an emotional night for Helen. She was getting older and her career had stagnated, plus everyone else was playing happy families whilst she sat on the shelf. As a joke one of the girls bought the bride-to-be a vibrator, it was just like the one Suzanna had used to all those years ago; somehow it didn’t frighten Helen anymore though. After the party the device was abandoned at Helen’s flat along with drunk Debbie who passed out on her hosts sofa snoring gently. As Helen draped a blanket over her friend she spotted her wiggling toes clad in their fishnet stockings. Helen couldn’t resist giving them a quick tickle, Debbie giggled and squirmed in her sleep. It was like a light went on in Helen’s head. She tickled Debbie some more loving the way she giggled in her sleep and wiggled her toes when she got the spot underneath. Helen kept the vibrator hidden away and cautiously investigated into tickling video’s online.
And so it was that Helen’s projection of confidence and developing tickle-fetish led her to Andrea. A woman she had not at first realised resembled Suzanna so much. Sub-consciously she wanted to dominate her in revenge for all the tortures she had suffered. The illusion had been shattered however after Lilly had broken her, especially after her little home invasion game where she forced her to orgasm with her own vibrator whilst watching her favourite tickling video. The ordeal left cracks in Helen’s psyche and she was unable to disassociate the torture she loved to inflict, from that which she once suffered. In the days since Lilly had left her exposed she had been struggling with both her conscience and self-esteem. Now in the long dark night of her soul she could not escape her worst nightmares as the worst parts of the torments she suffered on the cusp of womanhood were vividly replayed by her imagination. Finally Helen was exhausted and sank into a deep dreamless sleep.
As she awoke she panicked, she was blindfolded and tied spread-eagled to a bed. “Oh my God Suzanna has me! She is going to tickle me forever!” She thought to herself as two pairs of hands gently tickled her fidgeting feet. The larger pair of hands moved on to explore her upper body as their owner chuckled. Nicole’s sharp nails continued their devilish assault on Helen’s arches. Helen began to scream and thrash crying out Suzanna’s name with a desperate plea for mercy.
“Suzanna? Who’s Suzanna?!” Ingrid chuckled slipping off Helen’s blindfold.
Helen took stock as she was released; Nicole released she was out of sorts and gave her a hug, and thanked her again for bringing her along. It was clear that the petite blonde was excited for the fun of the first day at the castle. She had already thanked Helen for introducing her to these people several times, despite the tortures they had both suffered. The perky blonde practically bounced off to get coffee as Helen sluggishly got dressed, it had been an awful night and she just wanted to go home. Nicole returned with a coffee for her and Helen reluctantly drank it, nibbling at a cereal bar and wishing to be left alone. She helped set up the many stocks and torture devices with the rest of the gang, her foul mood apparent for all to see. She was forced to wear a slave outfit, one of Lilly’s contraptions that teased her neck and underarms with ripped fabric. Helen had worn a ripped T-shirt once having tried to remove it too hastily. It was amazing how infuriating loose dangling fabric could be!
As the event started she skulked in the gatehouse, lingering near two sets of stocks half-heartedly watching three women get tickled. The stocks held each victims bent double with their hands desperately scratching but unable to protect their feet held tight by toe-ties. The athletic brunette opposite her desperately looked from side to side, forced to watch the torture of her soles and powerless to stop it. Esther and the brunette next to her seemed less frantic, and had not been gagged. Just as Helen was thinking much these stocks would hurt her back, Esther began to complain and the double stocks were opened. Her partner didn’t want the tickling to stop and shyly encouraged her tormentors to lock her back in. Helen was not fast enough and was volunteered to join her, she protested but to no avail. Her captor’s did not notice the venom in her voice as they secured her in place. Helen was angry; her back was bad enough as it was from her bad night’s sleep she didn’t need to be bent double and locked in the double stocks with her wrists, head and ankles in line! Despite her protests she was forced into the stocks and tickled as the growing crowd mocked her. In truth they were just enjoying the show and excited to tickle such pretty feet, but it felt personal to Helen; her protective bubble had dissolved and she was on display for all to see, just like a medieval harlot.
After her release Lilly encouraged her to a small tent, softly whispering that she wouldn’t torture her more. Helen was sceptical but allowed herself to be guided to the small rectangular tent. Inside was a massage table and Lilly encouraged her to lie down. Helen was sure she would be tied down and tickled yet again, having watched videos of women tickled on padded benches like this. She was pleasantly surprised as the Asian temptress worked the tension knots out from her aching muscles.
“Well we wouldn’t want to hurt you know would we?” Lilly asked.
Helen just murmured as Lilly pummelled her lower back. She watched Lilly’s feet in their sandals and twisted ever so slightly as her masseuse manoeuvred to get the tension knot on the other die of Helen’s back.
“Enjoying the view?” Lilly asked, noticing the way Helen shifted.
Helen blushed and mumbled something, Lilly worked out the last few knots and patted Helen on the back declaring: “All done!” with a smile.
Helen sat up, feeling better and less morose. She smiled at Lilly hoping the bad blood between them was in the past, she had ascertained that her and Andrea were now an item; a fact which a small part of her was pleased about.
“So my girlfriend and I talked and we won’t make you suffer the long stocks like the Green Feathers..” Lilly began
Helen was still dazed and merely nodded.
“.. But if you could please report for torture at the Red Zone at Eleven hundred hours” Lilly concluded.
Helen was about to mumbled her thanks for Lilly’s first remark and then her frazzled mind processed Lilly’s next order. ‘Red Zone… What was that?! Wasn’t it the area for most intensive tickle torture?’
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Helen squirmed in her sleep, the familiar nightmare causing her to twist and turn. It had been years since she last had this dream. The trauma of her late teenage years had left a deep mark on her psyche but by her late twenties she had overcome the worst of it; over-compensating in social situations and definitely altered by her experiences in boarding school, but able to function free of the awful memories and dreams. As she slept the two women sharing her tent cuddled her, each slumbered after a long day of tickle fun and anticipation of the delights the event the next day at castle had to offer.
In her dreams, Helen’s fitful mind interpreted the sensations as the first teasing tickles and clumsy but ultimately effective attempts to restrain her to her old boarding school bed. Helen had been an awkward teenager. She had braces and thick glasses and had been teased and bullied throughout school. The bullying had become worse after her parents had sent her to St Catherine’s a boarding school up north. At the first the teachers had protected her; Helen being a proper little teacher’s pet, who always put her hand up to answer questions in class. When she turned 18 she was sent to sleep in the senior dormitory where the prefect’s ran entirely unchecked. Helen had even been protected by a few of them before being sent ‘up to the tower’. St Catherine’s was a strange boarding school, despite it being the 1990’s the school was old fashioned and had a strange sub-culture of bullying. Apparently in years gone past one of the headmistresses had actively encouraged it, and amongst the prefects there was a secret society of girls who would pass on sadistic secrets of ancient tortures refined over the decades. Helen had heard horror stories about what ‘the sisters’ got up to in their tower but nothing could have prepared her for the tortures she suffered.
“Susanna no…” Helen murmured in her sleep as Ingrid tightened her grip around her middle in a loving but misinterpreted bear-hug.
Susanna had been the ringleader of the group. She was tall, lithe and ginger. Resembling a cross between Ingrid and Andrea; only mean, with wicked eyes, an indomitable confidence and a sadistic intelligence which kept her in charge and prevented her getting caught. Helen became Susanna’s favourite victim from her first night of torture, although in truth Suzanna had lusted to torture the shy nerdy girl the moment she first caught eyes on her. The other girls had planned all sorts of cruel tricks for Helen but Susanna had one specific torture in mind, she was clever and strong so there was little argument from her minions prior to them seizing Helen’s wrists and ankles as Susanna pounced.
That was how Helen’s nightmares had always started being suddenly awoken by the sight of Susanna’s evil face combined with the inability to move. The first night had been bad enough; Helen had slept in a pair of woollen socks the tower being freezing cold compared to her old dorm room. As she struggled the socks were pulled off and Susanna stuffed them in her mouth before tying something around them as a makeshift gag. The cruel Irish vixen had come prepared and blindfolded Helen with a night-mask before ensuring her minions had made a reasonable job of her bondage. That first night they had tickled the poor girl to tears. Helen did not wet the bed that night, nor did her tormentors strip her naked. Despite these humiliations being meted in the days and weeks to come that first night haunted Helen the most. She had no idea how many girls tickled her and didn’t know if they were ever going to stop.
In her nightmare all the tortures Helen had suffered merged together. After her first ordeal any objection to Susanna’s cruel games melted away as each one of Susanna’s minions found new tickle toys and torture tools to torment Helen beyond madness. One had acquired a plastic sheet and took delight in showing it to Helen under the sheets of her bed, boasting that tonight would be the night they would force Helen wet herself. Helen remembered this particular girl’s face but not her name, as with the rest of ‘the sisters’ she had forced herself to forget as much as she could. That night the girls force fed her water and fizzy drinks through a funnel and made good on their promise, tickling her tummy and ribs in particular until she could hold it in no longer. Helen washed and dried her sheets in secret the next morning, utterly humiliated. Amazingly she manged to focus in on her studies during this time; blocking out the prospect of each night’s torture by burying herself in books. Still the torture came, each night ‘the sisters’ came up with new ways to torture her sensitive young body.
In her nightmare Helen tried to run and escape but couldn’t, neither could she scream. During her torture sessions she had usually been gagged, one night they tied her to her bed face down and scrubbed her soles using stiff bristled brushes and some sort of abrasive cream that smelled of peppermint. Throughout the ordeal she screamed into her gag, afterwards her feet were so sensitive she could barely walk. There were also always a few girls who liked to slap her feet; making them even more sensitive, this combined with the horrible scrubbing made her soles glow a deep reddish pink. The worst torture came the night after Helen’s foot-scrub, when Suzanna revealed a ‘belated birthday present’. Helen did understand what it was but stared wide eyed at the strange device as one of her torturers slipped her blindfold up onto her forehead.
“Wha..Wha… What is that? Are you going to tickle me with that?!” Helen asked nervously.
“I suppose we could…” Suzanna replied switching the vibrator on and using it to tease Helen’s underarms and sides.
Helen giggled and squirmed, she was extremely ticklish but the strange vibrating wand did not tickle as badly as the torture she had already suffered. Tonight the sisters had forced her feet through the upper gap in her bed’s footboard and tied her toes back to the top metal bar. She was spread eagled and helpless as a multitude of merciless vixens crowded around her. Suzanna ran the vibrator over her tummy and down towards her crotch. Helen continued to giggle until the strange sensation reached her vagine when she gasped with a start. She looked at Suzanna, unsure of what to say.
“I thinks she likes her present” Suzanna whispered to a murmur of cruel laughter.
Helen didn’t know what to do; she was embarrassed, she didn’t want the girls to tickle her anymore but for some reason she felt she shouldn’t reveal that the sensations felt… Good!
The young Helen tried to resist but as Suzanna rubbed the device up and down she zeroed in on her sweet spot, Helen couldn’t resist sighing and moaning.
“You pretend to be such a good girl! But you’re just a filthy slut aren’t you?” Suzanna asked, grinning broadly her green eyes twinkling with delight.
Helen didn’t know what to say and just moaned with pleasure. She knew about sex from the video she had watched in her old school but had no idea what the strange device was called. As it buzzed she felt the sensations become more and more intense. She hated that Suzanna was the one doing this to her, but at the same time she could feel this wonderful sensation spreading throughout her body. Just as Helen was entering a heavenly bliss and the room began to fade the device was suddenly switched off.
“Not without my permission! Suzanna declared as the gag was forced back into Helen’s mouth.
The tickling resumed and Helen found that it was a hundred times worse than before. Even after the exfoliating foot scrub she had never been so sensitive. What was worse was her hunger for something, as if something delightful was just out of reach. Her entire body was glowing as she thrashed, the girls had stripped her of her top but left her pyjama bottoms on. After what seemed like an eternity of tickling Helen felt the waistband of her last item of clothing slipped down over her waist, it was left bundled around her ankles and calves. The blindfold was slipped up again and Suzanna held a hand close to her smouldering pussy;
“Still warm! I will have to go easy on her if we are going to play the denial game!” The ginger alpha female declared.
Helen’s eyes widened; she had heard the word orgasm but never really knew what it meant. The vibrator felt more intense this time without the thing fabric of her pyjamas, Suzanna rubbed it up and down and paused it in just the right place. Helen bean to plead into her sock-gag;
“Hmmnnt tttrk mmhhii fffrrrggnntty” Was all Helen could emit through the foul wet fabric.
The sisters had taken to balling up a collection of their socks they deemed to be the smelliest for her gags; after a hot or stiflingly close day this added significantly to Helen’s humiliation. Suzanna cocked an eyebrow and chuckled;
“What’s that? Don’t take your virginity?... Who would want to?!”
The sister’s chuckled, they liked insulting Helen’s appearance. A few had noticed that without the braces and thick Perspex glasses she would be quite pretty, but this just fed their jealousy.
“We aren’t going to penetrate you, we are just going to make you beg us for an orgasm like the slut you are!” Suzanna declared, pinching and fondling Helen’s pert nipples.
The torture continued for what seemed like days to Helen. Each of the girls wanted a turn with the vibrator, a few even used it on themselves in front of her. She was successfully denied the release of an orgasm until Suzanna detected she would not last much longer and it was time for her cherry to be plucked.
“Okay so new game, this time I am going to use this thing and not stop for ten minutes. If you resist its charms we will let you go. If not we will torture you all night long and from now on things will be much worse! You think you have had it bad so far? You don’t know what some of these girls want to do to you!”
The teenage girl cowered and cringed; the evil lustful glare of the sisters betrayed each and every bully’s deep sadistic desires. Suzanna held the vibrator aloft and theatrically lowered it. The blindfold was slipped back into place and the sisters began caressing and fondling her young naked body. In her fitful sleep the older Helen squirmed as Nicole and Ingrid ran their hands up her quivering torso, her mind interpreted the pleasant soft sensations as those she endured during her teenage torments. She had hated the way those girls had made her feel;
“Dirty tickle bitch! You love this don’t you?” One of them whispered.
The teasing enhanced Helen’s humiliation but decreased her arousal, she was close but it was enough to repulse her. Soon Susanna noticed its affect and demanded the sisters stop. Helen tried to resist but the device felt so wonderful, as it buzzed away she forgot about her predicament and the entire world seemed to fade. Suddenly she couldn’t stand it any longer and she inhaled deeply threw back her head and let the sensations wash over her. The girls instantly began to tickle her but the floodgates were opened and Helen convulsed as a freight train of multiple orgasms rocked her body. Susanna didn’t stop using the vibrator until Helen passed out, but the night wasn’t over yet and brought Helen around by slapping her hard across the cheeks.
“Okay Slut! You have had your fun now it is time for your punishment!” Suzanna declared
Helen found her body was still as ticklish as before but was too exhausted to thrash. Eventually the girls grew bored and drew soft brushes over her entire body. The brushes felt strange at first, not as tickly but there was something else.. Oh No!
Helen rose began to struggle desperately, she knew what they were doing! They had done this before to her and a group of other girls whilst they were swimming. They were covering her in itching powder! Helen frantically tried to escape remembering how horrible it was when her clothes were filled with the evil powder after she got dressed in the changing room that time. No matter how much she struggled she couldn’t stop them covering almost every inch of her body, including her face. The last spot to be covered were the soles of her feet which were tickled until the last. Likewise her pussy was spared the horrible powder and teased with vibrator, the sensations were less wonderful, almost painful but Helen’s last orgasm was extracted as her itchy sleepless night began. As she climaxed the girls cooed in a broken chorus.
“You are sick girl!” “Dirty sick whore!”
Helen turned red with rage the itching powder erasing the last of the sweet innocent nerdy girl, leaving an angry, suspicious and jealous woman. ‘She wasn’t the whore they were whores!...’ ‘Depraved bitches!’ She thought as she screamed incoherently into her sock gag. She struggled until the clean-up crew released her from her bonds. It had been a heavy night and a few of them had taken it in shifts to torture her, the true sadists had stuck around for her whole ordeal. Even after the last girl left Helen did not sleep. The broken teenage girl tried to resist scratching but couldn’t help it.
“Stupid girl! That will only make it worse! You love this don’t you? You sick whore!” One of her captors teased already dressed in her immaculate school uniform.
Helen almost punched the girl but suddenly saw a way out of this hell…. The school nurse!
Helen’s “rash” kept her safe from the sister’s clutches for the best part of a week in which time she was able to study and prepare for her upcoming exams. St Catherine’s was an old building and very dusty, so after the redness passed Helen was able to fake a cold by exploiting her allergy to dust. Anything was better than suffering the sister’s cruel games. From the infirmary Helen was able to pass her exams with flying colours and got into the University of her choice. She decided to defer a year; not liking the idea of living in halls, during that year she worked for her uncle’s firm as a secretary and spent the money she earnt on laser eye surgery. She also outgrew her braces and filled out her frame, going from a shy little girl to a woman, albeit a bitter and jaded one. At University she had a few boyfriends but their clumsy attempts never reach the same level of intensity as the vibrator Suzanna had taken her innocence with. She often mocked them when they couldn’t get it up and told the gossips the tales they craved.
Despite growing in confidence Helen was still deeply emotionally scarred. She trusted no-one and made no personal friends, only acquaintances. Outwardly she seemed brash and often rude, belittling people whenever she could. After university her friends slowly drifted away, getting married and starting families and careers. The last time she saw her classmates and contemporaries was at one of their Hen do’s. It was an emotional night for Helen. She was getting older and her career had stagnated, plus everyone else was playing happy families whilst she sat on the shelf. As a joke one of the girls bought the bride-to-be a vibrator, it was just like the one Suzanna had used to all those years ago; somehow it didn’t frighten Helen anymore though. After the party the device was abandoned at Helen’s flat along with drunk Debbie who passed out on her hosts sofa snoring gently. As Helen draped a blanket over her friend she spotted her wiggling toes clad in their fishnet stockings. Helen couldn’t resist giving them a quick tickle, Debbie giggled and squirmed in her sleep. It was like a light went on in Helen’s head. She tickled Debbie some more loving the way she giggled in her sleep and wiggled her toes when she got the spot underneath. Helen kept the vibrator hidden away and cautiously investigated into tickling video’s online.
And so it was that Helen’s projection of confidence and developing tickle-fetish led her to Andrea. A woman she had not at first realised resembled Suzanna so much. Sub-consciously she wanted to dominate her in revenge for all the tortures she had suffered. The illusion had been shattered however after Lilly had broken her, especially after her little home invasion game where she forced her to orgasm with her own vibrator whilst watching her favourite tickling video. The ordeal left cracks in Helen’s psyche and she was unable to disassociate the torture she loved to inflict, from that which she once suffered. In the days since Lilly had left her exposed she had been struggling with both her conscience and self-esteem. Now in the long dark night of her soul she could not escape her worst nightmares as the worst parts of the torments she suffered on the cusp of womanhood were vividly replayed by her imagination. Finally Helen was exhausted and sank into a deep dreamless sleep.
As she awoke she panicked, she was blindfolded and tied spread-eagled to a bed. “Oh my God Suzanna has me! She is going to tickle me forever!” She thought to herself as two pairs of hands gently tickled her fidgeting feet. The larger pair of hands moved on to explore her upper body as their owner chuckled. Nicole’s sharp nails continued their devilish assault on Helen’s arches. Helen began to scream and thrash crying out Suzanna’s name with a desperate plea for mercy.
“Suzanna? Who’s Suzanna?!” Ingrid chuckled slipping off Helen’s blindfold.
Helen took stock as she was released; Nicole released she was out of sorts and gave her a hug, and thanked her again for bringing her along. It was clear that the petite blonde was excited for the fun of the first day at the castle. She had already thanked Helen for introducing her to these people several times, despite the tortures they had both suffered. The perky blonde practically bounced off to get coffee as Helen sluggishly got dressed, it had been an awful night and she just wanted to go home. Nicole returned with a coffee for her and Helen reluctantly drank it, nibbling at a cereal bar and wishing to be left alone. She helped set up the many stocks and torture devices with the rest of the gang, her foul mood apparent for all to see. She was forced to wear a slave outfit, one of Lilly’s contraptions that teased her neck and underarms with ripped fabric. Helen had worn a ripped T-shirt once having tried to remove it too hastily. It was amazing how infuriating loose dangling fabric could be!
As the event started she skulked in the gatehouse, lingering near two sets of stocks half-heartedly watching three women get tickled. The stocks held each victims bent double with their hands desperately scratching but unable to protect their feet held tight by toe-ties. The athletic brunette opposite her desperately looked from side to side, forced to watch the torture of her soles and powerless to stop it. Esther and the brunette next to her seemed less frantic, and had not been gagged. Just as Helen was thinking much these stocks would hurt her back, Esther began to complain and the double stocks were opened. Her partner didn’t want the tickling to stop and shyly encouraged her tormentors to lock her back in. Helen was not fast enough and was volunteered to join her, she protested but to no avail. Her captor’s did not notice the venom in her voice as they secured her in place. Helen was angry; her back was bad enough as it was from her bad night’s sleep she didn’t need to be bent double and locked in the double stocks with her wrists, head and ankles in line! Despite her protests she was forced into the stocks and tickled as the growing crowd mocked her. In truth they were just enjoying the show and excited to tickle such pretty feet, but it felt personal to Helen; her protective bubble had dissolved and she was on display for all to see, just like a medieval harlot.
After her release Lilly encouraged her to a small tent, softly whispering that she wouldn’t torture her more. Helen was sceptical but allowed herself to be guided to the small rectangular tent. Inside was a massage table and Lilly encouraged her to lie down. Helen was sure she would be tied down and tickled yet again, having watched videos of women tickled on padded benches like this. She was pleasantly surprised as the Asian temptress worked the tension knots out from her aching muscles.
“Well we wouldn’t want to hurt you know would we?” Lilly asked.
Helen just murmured as Lilly pummelled her lower back. She watched Lilly’s feet in their sandals and twisted ever so slightly as her masseuse manoeuvred to get the tension knot on the other die of Helen’s back.
“Enjoying the view?” Lilly asked, noticing the way Helen shifted.
Helen blushed and mumbled something, Lilly worked out the last few knots and patted Helen on the back declaring: “All done!” with a smile.
Helen sat up, feeling better and less morose. She smiled at Lilly hoping the bad blood between them was in the past, she had ascertained that her and Andrea were now an item; a fact which a small part of her was pleased about.
“So my girlfriend and I talked and we won’t make you suffer the long stocks like the Green Feathers..” Lilly began
Helen was still dazed and merely nodded.
“.. But if you could please report for torture at the Red Zone at Eleven hundred hours” Lilly concluded.
Helen was about to mumbled her thanks for Lilly’s first remark and then her frazzled mind processed Lilly’s next order. ‘Red Zone… What was that?! Wasn’t it the area for most intensive tickle torture?’
