Helen's ordeal in the Red Zone (CTE1: Saturday Morning/ Noon FF/F)

Again a long story I can't really split, I could but it wouldn't really be a split more of a chip off the end. Also due to me adding stuff in the middle there is an asterix* And alter the story goes back to the time of that *....

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Helen giggled as she explored the grounds of the castle. Lilly had given her most of morning off from being tickled but had locked her feet in a devious pair of tickle-shoes. They were constructed from an old pair of sandals that had been too big for Andrea. Helen hated them as much as she resented being given her mistresses hand-me-downs. Like all of the customised tickle shoes the group made they involved padlocks to prevent their removal. Most of the soles had been cut out leaving only a support for the heel and a wide band covering the ball of each foot. The resulting holes allowed the long grass to tickle her arches as she walked. Walking barefoot on the grass would have been preferable, it was far worse than if the tickly green blades crunched underfoot.

Helen also felt exposed if she sat or knelt. In the short time since Lilly had set her on her way the shoes and her green feather had attracted enough men and women eager to tickle her that she headed for the place known as ‘The Sanctuary’ where Green Feathers could be free of surprise tickles. Still she was trapped in the shoes, the worst thing about them were the little brushes and feathers between her toes that were somehow suspended within the sandals. Lilly had lamented them as an experiment-gone- wrong and yet they tickled Helen’s toes to the point that she could barely walk. Every time she put her foot down the brushes and feathers moved just enough to make her giggle. It was a simple but effective mechanism, the tip of each tickling device reached the ground before her toes and nudged the contraption into action. Helen knew that springs were involved too somehow as the tickling devices kept tickling her after activated but she was too busy trying to take in the event to focus on the cause of her distraction.

She had decided to leave the sanctuary. At first she had genuinely needed the reprieve, then she just sulked. Eventually she decided to get a coffee and a mid-morning snack from the nearby café. Feeling herself again with caffeine and something to nibble she spotted another queue. People seemed to be queueing up to tickle the waitresses. Helen smiled, one wore nylons and reminded her of a girl who worked in the café she went to when at University. She had always enjoyed watching the girl work; whether getting a coffee when in town, or for her traditional post essay/ exam bacon-roll. When the girl cleaned the tables she leant over allowing her heel to pop out of her worn black flats. Helen was still traumatised by her ordeal at St Catherine’s but was secretly fascinated by the young woman. Helen struck up a conversation once and learnt that she had finished her A-levels but wanted to travel before doing any more studying. Another time Helen sat upstairs as her secret crush took her lunch break. Helen watched as she flexed her feet subconsciously putting on a nice show of her arches, eventually she settled down to eat and sat with her legs crossed under her chair, only keeping her toes in the shoes displaying her soft arches under sheer black nylon. As Helen finished and left she got a closer view of the soles as she went downstairs, the stairs passing right by the waitress’s soles. Helen realised if she wanted to she could reach out and touch them, her heartbeat grew faster and as she reached the point of no-return she found herself softly scratching and the soft warm soles.

Her victim squeaked and jerked her feet away from the unexpected sensations. Helen just kept walking; she never returned to that café, being slightly embarrassed. It marked a turning point though; she was no longer as nervous, having taken back control somehow. Recently she had been stripped of the self-assurance she had gained that day. Now she subconsciously decided to take back control, consciously she decided to tickle the pretty girl. She queued up with everyone else. There was no talking, it would have ruined the charade. The waitress pretended to read a newspaper whilst teasing her audience, each in turn tickled her until she eventually gave them her attention. When it was Helen’s turn she tickled her softly at first before suddenly grabbing the girl’s ankle with he left hand and scratching expertly in her arches with the right. The newspaper was flung to the ground.


“No stop!” The girl cried, bringing her hands up to her face in a way that only made Helen want to tickle her more.


Helen released her captive and grinned, the dark memories of her brutal torture at the hands of ‘the sisters’ were banished and she was herself again. She left the outdoor café with a smile on her face, looking to find someone else to tickle. After a few minutes her zeal was lost courtesy of the evil shoes. However Lilly and Natalie had managed to design the toe ticklers to take the power from her footfall and turn into that unpredictable little bounce she would never know. What she did know was she needed a good place to perch. Helen decided to avoid the long stocks, she could hear the clamour of excitement as dozens of women were trapped side by side in the two parallel rows. She deeply wanted to walk up and down each row and explore each set of feet. Perhaps if she had left Andrea alone she would be doing that right now. Helen had seen the advert about this event on the same website she used to chat with Nicole and others. If only she had just subtly asked if they were doing anymore events rather than tying her co-worker down and humiliating her. She could even have bumped into Andrea and tried to become friends. The world was looking very different to Helen since her nightmares came back.

Never-the-less she decided to avoid the long stocks. True Lilly had promised her she wouldn’t have to take a turn being tickled by the public, but she was sure the other Black feathers would pretend not to have heard. Instead Helen sauntered over to the rack where a large crowd was focused on driving one victim utterly insane. Helen needed to take the weight off her feet and managed to find a convenient tree branch to sit on, she suspected it had been prepared by Ingrid to restrain victims for torture; possibly with their feet in the air. Her musings were interrupted however when she finally recognised the poor girl on the rack, it was the athletic brunette from the single set of stocks in the gatehouse: ‘Have they been punishing her all this time?’ Helen thought. The poor thing seemed to be at the end of her tether; gagged and stretched out, utterly exposed and terribly ticklish. Still Helen couldn’t tear her eyes away. Suddenly she remembered Lilly’s schedule and checked her watch. It was quarter to Eleven, she probably had time to make it to the Red Zone but was clueless as to its location. Then she remembered the map she had seen when the making back at Simon & Betty’s. She oriented herself from memory and shuffled off to find the dreaded ‘Red Zone’. In the terrible sandals she could only walk so fast and she dreaded the punishments Lilly would impose if she was late.

Helen scarcely took in the Pink Zone, only noticing the suffering blonde who was being brutally tickled by a gaggle of merciless women. She did not have time to read the entire sign but spotted the words: I cheated on my husband’ emblazoned in large letters. Helen worried that Lilly’s revenge if she was late would be as brutal, the gagged blonde was screaming and thrashing in the stocks not a single part of her body safe from the intense tickle torture. Helen entered the Red Zone which had apparently only just opened for business. She found Lilly in the centre adjusting a series of torture devices.


“Here at last?” Lilly asked without looking up from the straps of a kneeling device.

“I am on time…. I would have been early but these shoes make it hard to walk” Helen babbled, tripping over her words as she spoke too quickly.

“Hmmmm…..” Lilly mused.


Helen looked around, at present the other patrons were milling and taking stock of what the Red Zone had to offer. There were different areas for male and female stimulation and tents for ‘private sessions’. In the middle was a clearing around the line of devices Lilly had arranged in an arc. Helen gulped recognising the high stocks at the end of line. She dreaded being put in the device, it held the ankles, wrists and head facing upwards and underneath was an evil adjustable stool that split it two to spread out the victim’s nether regions. Helen shuddered understanding the cruel potential of this new addition, she had seen Lilly adjusting the wooden component before and had accidentally revealed her terror through her body language. Also in the row of devices was a rack and another device Helen didn’t recognise; it was a low dome of metal bars resembling a child’s climbing frame. Helen spotted a seat in the middle and several straps. She guessed the victim was stretched over it and strapped down, she guessed there was more to it than that but didn’t want to look to long in case it turned out to be worse than the high stocks and her involuntary shudders betrayed her fear again.


“Well I suppose we had better start you off on old faithful and if you are a good girl we might just use a volunteers from the crowd for the other devices”.


Helen nodded meekly, hoping her acquiescence would lead to a short torture session. So far Lilly had been less brutal than previously, but still Helen sensed the vindictiveness earnt through her capture and humiliation of Andrea, the former slave and now girlfriend of the petite Asian acrobat and mistress.

“Ball-gag!” Lilly commanded


Helen opened her mouth and accepted the black leather and plastic ball. As she bit down Lilly slipped her hands around her neck, Helen obediently held her mousy hair up to prevent it getting caught in the strap.

“Now kneel! Arms in the straps no nonsense…” Lilly ordered.


Helen obeyed and was soon tightly strapped in, several straps held each thigh, calves and ankles whilst similar straps held her arms above her head, slightly bent out to keep both her neck and underarms vulnerable. A single strap held her midriff tight to the central pole of the device just above her belly button, Helen noticed it was adjusted to prevent it from covering this ticklish spot. Lilly demanded she test the straps and Helen wiggled and struggled. A small crowd had started to gather and Helen began to blush. Lilly began to address the crowd, announcing that a demonstration would soon begin of sexual torture techniques on a highly tactile volunteer. Helen blushed under their stares and tried to keep her toes still as Lilly removed the awful shoes, she felt little relief knowing her feet would be a primary target for the Lilly and the crowd to tickle torture. After the shoes were tucked away for later Lilly secured each of Helen’s toes stretching out for arches, just as both feet were tightly secured Lilly surprised Helen by unbuckling the strap around her midriff. As Helen squirmed to look around Lilly took over addressing the crowd;

“Good morning! Ladies and Gentleman, now begins my demonstration of the fun techniques available her to you in this the ‘Red Zone’, reserve of sexual tickly techniques and the more specialist tortures we thought it best to keep separate from the main event”.


As Lilly spoke Helen’s became aware of the butterflies in her stomach and her own heartbeat; it wasn’t fast just intense. As she awaited her torture her senses seemed to heighten, she could feel the crowd’s eyes on her helpless body and shivered and squirmed. She had been tickle-tortured before but never publicly like this. Somehow the prospect of her muffled squeals and futile squirms being watched by an audience made the impending torture more nerve-racking for Helen, not only was Lilly going to push her to the limits of her endurance but her desperate attempts to escape and unheard pleas for mercy would be monitored by a crowd of condescending sadists silently mocking her.


“Now our volunteer’s attire is one of my special creations…” Lilly chirped, circling behind Helen as she spoke.


“The fabric itself is strategically ripped and customised to respond to the wearer’s movements in an infuriating manner, behold!” Lilly continued before scratching at Helen’s trapped arches with her evil nails.


Helen struggled and thrashing and was rewarded by her garment adding to her torments by teasing her neck especially, it did not compare to Lilly’s skilful use of her sharp nails but Helen’s desperate twitched demonstrated Lilly’s ingenuity to the watching crowd.


“Another benefit of my patented torture gowns….” Lilly began, circling back to address the crowd from in front of Helen.

“… Is the ease with which they can be removed!” She declared, ripping Helen’s gown clean off.


Helen shrieked, her sudden exposure was both unexpected and humiliating. The gown had ripped clean open at the shoulders and sides followed strategically placed weak patches in the fabric. Helen blushed as she knelt in nothing but her panties. Her breasts and cheeks reddened as she struggled to maintain her composure, the cool breeze and laughter of the crowd mocked her body. As Lilly began to tickle her underarms with two soft fluffy feather dusters she cowered under the hungry stares of the crowd.


“Now before we get down to the first of our sexual tortures here is a game you can play in the pink zone, we are going to softly tease our volunteer’s nipples and when they get hard it is time for her torture to begin”. Lilly declared, directing the feather dusters to Helen’s nipples.


Helen squirmed helplessly. She knew feathers would cause her nipples to become pert even with everyone watching, she often teased them herself when watching tickling videos online. Having someone else play with them was borderline between a sexual thrill and the tickle torture she hated to receive but loved to inflict.

“C’mon, you know you like it!” Lilly purred.


Helen tried to resist simply to delay the inevitable tortures her captor had in store for her. But it was impossible, soon each bud was stiff and standing proud of her perky bosom still red with humiliation. Helen was slightly aroused and hadn’t noticed a woman approach carrying a small box.

“Time to apply your favourite toy!” Lilly offered the newcomer.


Before Helen could resist each erect nipple was seized and secured in a clamp which attached to dainty chain that was in turn secured her gag to either side of the black ball. Helen protested but after a few seconds the pain turned into pleasure, had her nipples been soft the clamps would be unbearable.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I will take them off if you loose your… buzz!” Lilly whispered in Helen’s ear, with the last word her and her accomplice pressed a small button on the back of each clamp and they began to vibrate.

Helen was desperately helpless, half naked and stuck between pleasure and pain. She began to moan and squirm, the clamps held her nipples tightly and every move brought a new wave of painful pleasure. She tried to keep still but both Lilly and the owner of the nipple clamps had resumed tickling her all over.

“Notice how her feet are now by far more ticklish, our vict- I mean volunteer’s sensitivity to tickle torture rises as she becomes aroused. This phenomena is quite common and I shall demonstrate it’s application further. Thank you that will be enough!” Lilly addressed the crowd before dismissing her accomplice.


To the crowd’s delight she held a vibrator up her them and Helen to see. It was a long thick white cordless one with a smooth round head. Helen beheld it with a mixture of horror and anticipation. It was similar to the one Suzanna had used to ‘initiate’ all those years ago. For a moment she was eighteen years old again strapped down to her dorm bed dreading what ‘the sisters’ would do to her next. She shut her eyes and decided to pretend this was all a dream. Lilly’s voice returned her to reality;

“Now this is one of the most common instruments of pleasure, some of you may have brought your own. If you did not plan ahead, do not despair we have some available for purchase and loan. We will of course need your number and a deposit if you choose to borrow and not buy”

“Get on with it!” A woman in the crowd heckled.

“Is that a request to be Volunteer Number two?” Lilly asked, nodding to the second kneeling device.

The woman was sullen in silence as the crowd chuckled before returning their attention to Helen’s plight.


“Now as I was saying we use the vibrator to raise the subject’s sensitivity to tickling, being ever careful not to let her orgasm. In time of course her desperate need to climax will become a torture of its own as the release she craves is kept tantalisingly out of reach”. Lilly explained, her voice taking on the dispassionate tone of a scientist explaining a procedure.

With a click the vibrator was switched on and whirred into life. Helen watched wide-eyed drawing nervous ragged breaths as it approached her crotch, she gasped as the device made contact. It was perfect; the rhythm not too fast or intense for her semi-aroused state but enough to tease and soften her already moist pussy. Helen reddened further with arousal but continued to blush. Being pleasured publicly like this was humiliating, with every involuntary moan or shudder she watched the crowd’s reaction. For some reason Helen kept thinking of the fear in Andrea’s eyes when she threatened to expose her. It had been a heady evening of tickle torture When Helen made the threat after tickling her co-worker to the edge of madness. Helen had been building up to it over several weeks after discovering her crush’s secret hobby. It wasn’t the tickling that persuaded Andrea to yield, but Helen’s threat to expose her little fetish for the world to see. Perhaps it was the way Helen was currently stretched out on display that caused the subconscious link in her mind, whatever the cause her delirious musing faded as she approached an orgasm.

Lilly expertly slowed the vibrator and reduced the pressure she applied, Helen had reached the point where she no longer cared about the crowd and began thrust down as much her bond would allow and attempted to grind herself against the wonderful smooth tip. Lilly was too quick and the sex toy was removed quickly.

“Now you have to be alert and careful, but the results are spectacular! Behold how much more ticklish she is!” Lilly beamed as she set the vibrator down on a little table and made her way around to tickle Helen’s helpless feet.


Helen blushed before squealing as Lilly’s cruel nails raked her soles. In the few seconds before the tickle torture began she wished the earth would open up and swallow her, the entire crowd had watched her try to rub herself against the vibrator. It was a crushing defeat to her morale, like Lilly had beaten her resolve. Helen had always been deeply private about her sex life, putting up a façade of bawdy jokes that others often found brash or even abrasive. Underneath however she hid away keeping her secret lusts to tickle women for her nights alone in front of her computer. Now she was on display for the crowd see, super ticklish and super-aroused. Lilly was right! Being suspended at the point of orgasm had made Helen hyper-ticklish, her pink soles were super sensitive and desperately struggled to escape the toe-ties under the slow teasing torments of Lilly’s nails.

“Now I need a few volunteers to tickle our volunteer…” Lilly began

Almost every hand in the crowd went up…

“… Although I should mention that in exchange the volunteers will be required to take a turn demonstrating these devices afterwards” Lilly concluded.


The majority of the audience sharply put their hands down. A young blonde in her early twenties kept her hand firmly up grinning ecstatically, with her other hand she grabbed her friends elbow and pulled her arm up into the air. As her friend blushed and protested Lilly beckoned the duo of blondes forwards. The keen blonde was slightly taller with long wavy hair that nicely complimented her black dress and tights that seemed somehow perfected by her battered black strappy sandals. Her shy friend was a lot more neat in her appearance with shoulder-length straight hair that stopped just above her sleeveless black turtle-neck top that nicely matched her boots and leggings: the shiny fake leather sort that Lilly loved. Lilly admired the pair; she was sure she could satisfy the scruffy one’s cravings and relished the prospect of teasing and tormenting the shy one.

“Now if you could take over tickling these pretty feet, I have some more tortures to demonstrate” Lilly instructed the pair.


The pair eagerly took over tickling Helen’s soles; each had short but effective nails. Lilly observed them whilst teasing her victim’s outstretched underarms with a pair of fluffy feathers. The scruffy one was definitely the ringleader, whilst the neater one wasn’t shy about delivering torture; her eyes gleaming as she raked her nails slowly over Helen’s helpless arches. As the pair tickled they chattered away in some unknown language; either Scandinavian or Eastern European was Lilly’s guess, she was too busy to try and figure it out and turned her attention to the next phase of Helen’s ordeal.

“Now the next phase requires we calm our victim down, you may have already seen an example of this on the rack this morning” Lilly began.


Helen shrieked as Lilly ran two ice cubes down her underarms before bringing them back up to her neck. The two blondes gratefully accepted some ice cubes; each of which contained a small plastic or wooden handles to prevent their hands melting the ice. Helen shrieked and giggled.

“Ah! Excellent! It is tickling her too!” Lilly declared.

“Get on with it!” A familiar voice from the crowd exclaimed.

“Okay! Well volunteered! Get her on the other device!” Lilly spat.


Her commands were quickly met by the crowd that hoped this would mean they could torment without fear of being similarly restrained. The woman was in her early thirties and wasn’t much too look at with short curly brown hair. She wore trainers, jeans and a plain top. She wasn’t unattractive just well camouflaged in the sea sultry costumed women that seized and stripped her naked, dragging her kicking and screaming towards the Y-frame device.

Helen meanwhile struggled as the two blondes ran the ice-cubes over her body, one of her tormentors had begun to explore her breasts keeping her nipples hard in the clamps whilst the other remained focused on her feet. Meanwhile the protesting heckler was gagged and strapped into the device next to her.

Lilly rewarded those who had delivered her prize by allowing them to practise the techniques they had already witnessed, taking care to instruct them in the most effective techniques to punish the new ‘volunteer’.

“Good! Good! Soft tickles on her feet, back off with the vibrator now. We don’t want her to reach her climax too soon. It is best if it is kept frustratingly out of reach for a couple of hours. Trust me she will learnt to appreciate that good things come to those who wait!”

Helen meanwhile dreaded Lilly’s return. The ice cubes had cooled her desires but the scruffy blonde had hit the jackpot with applying them to her nipples. Helen continued to smoulder, on the cusp of pain as her nipples hardened against the cruel clamps.

“Oh looks like you have got her all ready for me! I like what you have done here but could you pop back to her feet darling?” Lilly chirped as she returned from supervising the heckler’s torture.

Between agony and bliss Helen kept her eyes closed biting down hard on her ball-gag as the ice cubes ended their cruel dance. She was so enraptured she didn’t notice the crowd gasp as Lilly produced a pair of scissors. The playful tugs of the breeze on her moist pussy alerted Helen to her plight, she was now totally naked and on display for all to see.

“Hnnnwwooowww… Hnwohh… Hnwohh… Hnwohh!…” Helen protested into her gag as she blushed once more.

The two volunteers at her feet had begun applying warm oil to her soles, it felt good but Helen knew it foreshadowed slippery scratchy tickles of their short but effective nails. Lilly blew softly on her smouldering mound and giggled her heart-shaped face breaking into an evil grin.

“And now to demonstrate another torture technique designed to humiliate as well as stimulate” Lilly announced to the crowd selecting a soft pair of brushes from her tool box.

Helen writhed as Lilly began to softly stroke the brushes up her thighs, she knew where they were going and both dreaded and anticipated their arrival. The soft brushes found the sensitive spot where her legs met her crotch and Lilly giggled with glee as Helen squirmed and wriggled, partly due to the tickly sensation and partly in the hope of stealing a quick climax from an accidental touch of one of the brushes. Lilly tightened her straps and secured her upper thighs with new ones, Helen was now totally immobile and due to suffer for her futile attempts. Lilly worked her way inwards towards her smouldering pussy, backing away whenever Helen got closing to climaxing. The torture of Helen’s soles was now at full place, ten sharp fingernails and two hairbrushes perfected the art of driving her to distraction.

“Slower, and only finger-tips please; no more nails” Lilly instructed calmly, she wanted Helen to suffer the slow agony she savoured inflicting.


The two blondes obeyed chattering to one another in their unknown language, Lilly meanwhile kept Helen on the cusp between pleasure and panic. She was utterly humiliated but also longed for Lilly to get to close and send her over the edge, her ambidextrous tormentor was too skilled though. In the rare moments Helen was able to open her eyes she watched the crowd gape at her, it was humiliating. Helen tried to turn her head and watch the heckler’s torment; hoping that she could achieve release by pretending it was a video and this wasn’t really happening to her.

Helen watched the crowd hungrily pour over the helpless woman, she was received a more intense tickle torture from the crowd, around six or seven men and women in total. One woman knelt patiently at her crotch focusing on the delicate art of keeping her in sexual suspense. It was no use, Helen’s bonds didn’t allow her to get a proper look and twisting put a strain on her body she couldn’t maintain.

“I think the time is almost nigh!” Lilly declared.

“YYAAAWWWWSSSHH PLLLLWWWSHHH!” Helen begged into her ball-gag.

“You know I’m surprised you keep this silly bit of hair here…” Lilly began.


Helen heart sank, this was going to be another one of Lilly’s cruel games...


“The rest is so smooth and responds to my brush wonderfully…”Lilly continued, drawing attention to the small patch of pubic hair Helen kept at the top of her slit to discretely cover her clitoris.


It was a comfort thing, Helen had tried shaving it but found it uncomfortable and had also noticed a slight loss in sensitivity when pleasuring herself in the bath. So she kept a carefully maintained patch of pubic hair to keep her sessions in the tub as pleasurable as possible.


“I tell you what, if you can resist my full unbridled administrations for five minutes I will let you keep it!” Lilly concluded, declaring the fun game Helen knew was coming.


Helen was never going to be able to resist; Lilly had kept her on the edge for what felt like an eternity. Moving inward Lilly let the soft brushes linger just too long caressing her outer mound and exploring her hood with delicate, precise and deadly precision. Helen felt the sensations flood over her, she forgot her humiliation and tried to thrust down longing for something more than the soft brushes to rub herself against. The brushes disappeared and seconds later ice cubes explored her thighs, Helen howled in frustration longing for more. Lilly cackled loving the partial release she had teased her victim with.

Helen was beyond madness and gabbled incoherently into her ball-gag, it was as though the first wave of pleasure had echoed back filling her with an even deeper need to climax, she thought of Andrea in bondage and tried to keep the freight train moving, the ice dampened its inertia and soon she returned to the hypersensitivity that her partial release had brought. Without asking the blondes had started using hairbrushes on her arches and heels whilst tormenting her entire feet with five sharp nails each.

“Try slapping her soles, gently at first” Lilly instructed.

The pair tentatively looked at one another then the scruffy blonde gave a soft slap to Helen’s arch.

“A little harder now” Lilly cooed, before adding; “That’s enough!”

The duo giggled and resumed tickling Helen’s pink arches. The torture was unbearable, Helen struggled and screamed. Lilly moved the ice-cubes to her nipples, finding the scruffy-blondes technique delightfully effective. She glanced at her watch, only a few minutes had passed. To Helen it felt like longer. Lilly pondered whether she should break Helen there and then or keep her in suspense until the last few seconds. As she returned the ice cubes to the soft skin around her smouldering pussy Lilly decided she wanted to start the next phase of Helen’s humiliation. Keeping one ice cube in place she dipped one hand in the bowl of warm oil she had set aside for this little trick. The oil was at the perfect temperature, its little metal bowl being suspended over a candle. Lilly seamlessly swapped the ice cube for a light teasing touch, gracefully dipping her other hand in the hot bowl. Helen sighed and rolled back her eyes, after the sharp cold of the ice-cube Lilly’s warm oily fingers felt good.


“It’s no use trying to resist!” Lilly cooed, silently mouthing an instruction for the blonde’s to slow to a gentle teasing tickle.


Helen moaned as Lilly admired her accomplices’ obedience. Developing the kind of rapport to understand such an instruction took time; ‘Hmm perfect tickle slave material’ Lilly thought to herself.


Helen began to giggle as Lilly softly tickled her undercarriage, the soft spidery touches causing her to lose focus. For the past few seconds she had been holding back the orgasm through pure will-power, desperate not to be publicly shaved. But after the first wave of pleasure it was impossible to hold back. As she climaxed Lilly kept tickling causing Helen to howl into her ball-gag. Nothing had tickled the mousy blonde so much as the soft sensations that grew more intense with each mind-shattering orgasm.


“Hmm I wonder, if I keep tickling will you keep cumming?” Lilly teased as Helen climaxed yet again.


Helen screamed, the sensations had passed from pleasure to panic as she was certain she could not endure another wave of pleasure. Her body and mind had been ravaged by multiple orgasms. In her mind’s eye Helen imagined the next barrage breaking her apart like a building in an earthquake, in her delirious distress she did not realise that this was impossible but felt her orgasmic doom approach.


“Okay let her rest!” Lilly declared, nodding to her blonde accomplices and smiling. She guessed that her victim had long since ceased to enjoy her orgasmic ordeal.


Lilly expected Helen to pass out. To her surprise she did not. The petite mousy blonde breathed deeply through her nose and looked Lilly straight in the eyes. Lilly undid her ball-gag cooing;

“Strange how if you dam the flow the orgasms are that much more intense!”


Lilly received no answer, instead Helen held her gaze and sucked down lungful’s of air. Lilly returned the gag, a little distressed by Helen’s response. There was no vengeance in her gaze, or fear. Lilly distracted herself from the worrying thought she had broken Helen beyond repair by torturing the heckler. The brunette did not have Helen’s endurance and quickly passed out; Lilly had little mercy for the poor woman and moved her to the rack where she awoke as the ropes and chain tightened her body to helpless stretched out mass of pink flesh. Her chosen tormentors took delight in oiling her with sun cream and resuming her torment. The crowd had diminished as the Black Feathers instructed them that they could now arrange entertainments of their own, but many had enjoyed the ‘tutorials’ so much they stayed and watched. Amongst these were the two blondes who had become very attached to Lilly, forgetting the deal they had made to join in Helen’s torment.

“Now since you did so well, I will offer you each one concession on demonstrating these devices” Lilly addressed the blondes, who took a double-take before remembering the bargain.


“Can you not clamp my nipples?” The scruffy blonde asked shyly, receiving a curt nod from Lilly.

“Can I keep my underwear?” The neat blonde asked.

“Okay by underwear you mean your panties right?” Lilly asked, sensing a chance to tease her victim.

“No, I want to keep my bra too” The neat blonde meekly replied, reddening slightly.

“But how can we attached nipple clamps over your bra sweetie?” Lilly asked; enjoying the way her victim shyly looked around, clearly now regretting letting her friend raise her hand.

“So you really want three thing; bra, panties and no nipple clamps…. We can do that but you will have to suffer two extra tortures” Lilly offered, watching as her victim almost curled up into a ball.

“Okay well, think about it as we move this one onto the turtle!” Lilly concluded


The pair of blonde’s chattered and chirped in their inscrutable language as they assisted Lilly in moving Helen onto the device known as ‘The Turtle’. Helen offered little resistance being thoroughly exhausted by her ordeal. Her ball-gag was kept in place but the nipple clamps removed, Lilly noticed both Blondes wince and give the cruel clamps side-ways looks as she carefully removed them; she knew that for some women such devices were too much and decided she would be nice to the pair. Helen was lifted onto the device with the help of a man dressed as a Roman soldier. Her upper-body fitted perfectly on the central seat held up by the many bars. Each limb was secured along the curved support bars that gave the dome its strength. Further straps held her tightly to the central seat and also secured her head such that her neck was vulnerable. Lilly instructed her assistants in deploying the toe-ties and began arranging the many gadgets she could attach to the device. As Helen’s bondage was completed Lilly realised she was getting ahead of herself;

“Ohh! Those are for later, all I need now are these!” She announced clicking a pair of tweezers for Helen to behold in horror.


Lilly selected one of Helen’s short mousy-blonde pubes at random and plucked it. She noticed the neat blonde cringe whilst her scruffy friend was trying to get her attention.


“Do you want a turn?” Lilly offered.


The neat blonde shook her head, a startled look of panic already in her eyes. The scruffy blonde refused at first but then accepted out of politeness. Helen shrieked as another pube was plucked, it wasn’t painful as such but was heralded by a terrible anticipation. She knew it was coming but didn’t know when and was powerless to stop it. The slow torture was both humiliating re-enforced just how helpless she was.


“I’m not sure I like it…” The scruffy blonde began, offering Lilly the tweezers.


“Anyway, as I was trying to say I kinda pulled my friend into this so we were thinking maybe she can keep her panties and all. And perhaps I take the two extra tortures for her?...” The scruffy blonde continued


Lilly beheld the young woman in front of her, she seemed perfectly calm and collected. Either she was a glutton for punishment or had no idea what ordeals were in store for her.


“Okay!” Lilly answered, startled by this calm act of nobility.


She secretly wanted to torment the shy petite blonde but decided it might just scare her away. This pair had potential and Lilly hungered to develop them into a perfect pair of tickle-slaves. She wondered if they were a couple, they certainly were close friends.


The crowd were invited to pluck Helen’s remaining pubes, it was a break from the tickle torture but thoroughly humiliating for the mousy blonde. Lilly instructed the blondes that they should go to the toilet before they got started, wanting a long interrupted torture session. Lilly left Helen to be plucked. The Red Zone had really started to pick up. Esther, Amy and Ingrid had done most of the leg work behind the scenes and looked exhausted, Lilly felt guilty as Esther informed her that her old friends had arrived. Lilly smiled and took over keeping an eye on things to let the shy Goth have some fun, Lilly was both grateful for her assistance but also noted just how much she had come out of her shell. The blondes returned with Lilly’s old friends from the circus, having met them whilst getting changed. Lilly had issued each of them with a suitable torture gown before telling them to head to the gatehouse. As they returned Lilly admired them in the scanty gowns, loving the way the shy one squirmed.


Helen was finally plucked bare. Lilly was pleased she seemed to be responding normally now, she had been worried the intense torture had actually driven her insane. Expertly Lilly applied a salve to Helen’s crotch, focusing on the area that had been plucked clean of hair. Helen moaned, the salve felt good but also stung just slightly. Soon her pussy was throbbing with desire, she squirmed desperately hoping to find relief. Lilly resumed tormenting her with the soft brushes that glided perfectly over the soft supersensitive skin surrounding her engorged womanhood. Helen was red with desire and humiliation, she had been blindfolded but could hear Lilly’s tuition of those keen to learn the subtle art tickle-torturing her nether-regions whilst ever keeping her on the edge of climax. The trick was to stick mostly to the sensitive area near her thighs and only tease the soft skin of her under-carriage enough to maintain her desperate need to climax. The torture seemed to go on for ever. Helen did not notice as Lilly passed the task of ensuring her continued torment over to one of her petite-helpers. Several more of these Asian acrobats were assisting in strapping the two blondes to the kneeling devices which had been arranged to face one another.


Lilly had already introduced the pair to Esther; the neat one was clearly nervous whilst the scruffy one squirmed clearly bothered by the tickly neck-line of her torture gown. The scanty garments clearly revealed that the scruffy blonde was naked underneath whilst the black straps of her shy friend’s bra was visible as was the outline of her small black panties. She also had kept her boots and black socks on; Esther admired the black boots with their chunky heels, they were nice enough: nothing like her friend Amy’s assortment of interesting footwear but they suited the girl. They each had a zip on their inner side. It was a hot day and Esther wondered if shy girl ever went barefoot or wore sandals; she hoped not, feet became deliciously sensitive protected all day inside boots. Lilly filled her in on the details of the agreement, the goth-girl listened but also admired the scruffy blonde, she wore the most battered pair of sandals Esther had ever seen. They contained nice feet but Esther spotted slight callouses on the index and big toes.


Lilly had left to monitor another area and make some preparations for Andrea’s arrival. Esther knew it would not be long before she would have to leave the blondes with these Asian helpers Lilly had recruited. Esther was glad of their help, they knew the first event would be chaotic but had underestimated the effect of their own fun and games would have on staffing it. The shy Goth had helped to allow her friends the scope to pursue the gratification of their own personal fantasies. She longed for her deepest darkest fantasy to be fulfilled and was sure her fellow Black feathers would reward her with it, judging by the thankful nods she had received whilst keeping the event running smoothly. In the short-term Esther looked forwards to the scheme the group had in store for Andrea, both in and out of the Red Zone.


Soon the duo of blondes were gagged and fully strapped in to the devices. With a click of Esther’s fingers their torture gowns were torn away leaving them gasping and blushing. It seemed the shy one was close to a panic attack already, just being helpless and exposed in her bra and panties was causing her to squirm and fidget as much as her bonds would allow. Her friend recovered quicker despite being totally naked, her soft pale skin almost begged for feathers. She had small perfect breasts and a taut flat stomach. She was flawless apart from a few freckles or small birth-marks on her arms but these only seemed to accentuate her beauty. Her friend was similarly built only with slightly paler milk-white skin and no freckles what-so-ever, just pure unblemished ticklish skin helplessly exposed for torture. Esther’s helpers began to tighten the pair’s bonds for total immobility now that the torture gowns were gone. This included removing their shoes and applying toe-ties. Esther instructed those securing the scruffy blonde’s toes to use a Micro-Pedi to remove the rough patches on her toes she had noted earlier, also suggesting that her heels and the balls of feet might benefit from this too. There were no callouses there as such but the skin was just slightly yellow and in Esther’s experience this meant a proto-callous ready for removal. She liked to keep her own feet soft, sensitive and callous free. One of her pet hates was seeing beautiful feet ruined by callouses and had brought a spare Micro-Pedi to polish away this pet-peeve.


The neat blonde was hysterical already, her boots had gone and her black socks were being slowly removed. It had finally sunk in that she was going to be tickle-tortured and teased, she had desperately hoped that if she kept her boots on her feet would be spared. Her eyes pleaded with Esther and the Goth sauntered over. But Esther had no mercy and instructed her helpers in the correct application of toes-ties. She had been right about the shy girl’s feet, they were pale and baby-soft. Clearly pampered too, with nice black nail varnish and the kind of heels that only a woman who truly looked after her feet could have. Esther pondered the level of maintenance apparent to a connoisseur such as herself; ‘if she was making the effort to keep her feet this soft, surely she is like me and wants them to be tickled…’


Her victim meanwhile squirmed, unaware that by satisfying her girlfriend’s penchant for soft feet she had determined the form of torture she would suffer.


Esther decided that her feet must be her favourite spot, best to start with soft tickles and work her way up! The feathers were too much for the petite blonde to bear and were kept in action as the more intense techniques were previewed on her friend. This added to the poor Scandinavian submissive’s torment, the full effect of each technique being explained and demonstrated on her friend before administered to her soft feet. First feathers, then finger-tips, then the sharp end of the feathers, and finally fingernails. As the hairbrushes were demonstrated both blondes began to scream. The scruffy blonde as a direct result of the torture and her neat friend out of fear. The pair had a no-hairbrushes rule; neither had minded tormenting Helen’s soles with the cruel tools, but both were too sensitive to ensure such a brutal tickle-torture themselves. They had experimented with hairbrushes once and neither could stand the hundreds of little points dancing over their soles. The scruffy blonde was going insane, the torture was far more intense than anything her girlfriend had ever dished out. It came as a surprise when she realised she was getting turned on by the torture. Esther took mercy on the neat Blonde and declared a finale to the demonstration, showing the crowd the correct techniques to use with flosser and electric toothbrushes on the scruffy blonde before inviting them to have a go themselves.


Under Esther’s direction ‘the Lillettes’: As Amy had dubbed her helpers on their arrival; ensured that the crowd stuck to soft tickling for the neat blonde, and those desiring to deliver a more intense torment were directed to her scruffy companion. The crowd were instructed in not only tickle torture but also the correct use of vibrators. Edging was the first technique demonstrated and its compound effect on the sensitivity of each victim was noted. Eventually vibrator technique was saved for the neat blonde who seemed too shy to climax whatever was done to her. Her scruffy friend meanwhile was subject to demonstration of crotch tickling. Esther guessed from her victim’s reactions that she had never suffered this torture before, and was finding her first time both intensely stimulating, frustrating and totally unbearable.


*Eventually Lilly returned from whatever cruel debacle she had executed; Esther had discovered she was making special videos, not just for the event but especially for her new girlfriend. The Goth didn’t know the full details but was happy to find out later, new love was special! Lilly took over tickling the blondes, delivering the two extra torments the scruffy blonde accepted to save her sensitive friend from. The first was a device she hadn’t forgotten to demonstrate on Helen. A wooden frame supported a pendulum that moved back and forth causing six feathers to brush against the scruffy blonde’s undercarriage in two rows that protruded from the head of the pendulum. The device was clearly effective, the tips of the feathers grazing her soft skin in an unpredictable and agonising pattern.

“Now this first device is quite effective, but I have to keep resetting it so we shall demonstrate the wheel for the rest of your bonus torture Number One!” Lilly cooed, partly to her victim, partly to the crowd.


As much as the pendulum tormented the poor blonde the feather wheel was worse, it was relentless, slowly brushing soft feathers over her undercarriage and tickling her thighs too. As it turned it sped up and slowed down randomly preventing her from becoming used to its administrations. Lilly was also free to explore her upper body as two women focused on the blonde’s soft feet.

“No Please! Enough! Ikk-kke mere!!... For-baarm!!!.... I Just can’t!...” The scruffy blonde begged as she reached breaking point.


Lilly knew her victim couldn’t take any more and, as much as she wanted to drive her sexy victim into insanity, switched the feather wheel off. The foot tickling continued and the scruffy blonde continued to struggle.

“Do I have a new tickle slave?” Lilly asked playfully.

“Okay! Yes! please! Just…” Her victim begged.

“Goooo-oood!... Now for your final torture!” Lilly declared, signalling for the women at the blonde’s feet to cease.

“What?! But the wheel and that pendulum thing!” Her victim begged.

“Oh they only count as one!” Lilly answer her victim producing something made of black leather with little chains and rings.

“No more tickling please!” Her victim begged, her chest heaving.

“What did you say? my little; Tickle-slave!” Lilly declared as she reached around her victim’s waist.

“Wha? What is that?” Her victim asked nervously as she was fitted with what felt like a black pair of panties.

“Just a new toy I developed from another imaginative sadist’s contributions” Lilly replied.


The leather part covered the blonde’s ass whilst a strap re-enforced with small links of chainmail kept it in place round the front. The back of the panties ended just below her pussy where two strands of what looked like pearls were kept in place by the rings embedded in the leather. The blonde sighed as each strand was positioned either side of her clitoris. The feather wheel had taken her to the brink of orgasm and as the strands were secured to the waistband the blonde understood the device’s purpose. She had already been brought to orgasm several times, unlike her friend who still hovered on the brink of her first release; torn between ecstasy and humiliation. With each orgasm the scruffy blonde had grown more sensitive to the relentless tickle-torture until she could take no more. Lilly locked the device with two small padlocks on each of the scruffy blonde’s hips. The pearl strands were also secured by these leaving her victim completely at her mercy.

“Now if you don’t want any more tickle-torture my little slave, just don’t climax again and we will leave you be…” Lilly teased.


The blonde groaned, she was still moments away from what she suspected would be the best climax of her life. Her and her girlfriend had worn chastity belts for a week before the event, each keeping the other’s key. Consequentially despite the delicious orgasms she had enjoyed she still knew there was an ocean of pleasure waiting to be released. ‘As long as I don’t move I might make it…’ she thought to herself, noting how the pearl strands stimulated her in response to even the slightest shift.


“…Of course before you inevitably succumb, I really should demonstrate all the features of this little toy your mistress is so kindly letting you experience” Lilly added.


Her victim gulped, her tormentor produced a little remote and slowly turned a dial. With a start the blonde twitched and then began to moan. She couldn’t believe it, the strands were starting to vibrate. Lilly pressed a button and her victim yelped, one of the strands had just shocked her. The sensation wasn’t painful, in fact it added to the ecstasy of the device. Both of the strands were becoming electrified, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was both excited and terrified at the same time. The strange new sensations were too much, she knew she couldn’t resist much longer and dreaded the tickle-torture that would follow.

“Okay, Okay…. But no more tickles!” The scruffy blonde begged, desperately trying to hold back the last wave of pleasure.

“My little tickle slave will be tickled!” Lilly purred, adjusting the dials one more.

“No please! I won’t be able to take it” Her victim begged before breaking into a desperate gabble in her native tongue.


From the opposite kneeling device the neat blonde answered her. Her tormentors had briefly stopped to observe the strange device being demonstrated on her friend. And the pair desperately exchanged words that neither Lilly nor the crowd could understand.


“What is all this? You know it is very rude not to let your mistress understand what you are saying!” Lilly chipped in.

“Torture me instead, she won’t be able to take it!” The neat blonde offered.

“Hmm… two sexy blonde tickle-slaves at my mercy!” Lilly pondered, sliding the dial and denying the scruffy blonde her orgasm.

“Yes, okay I will be your tickle-slave. But seriously my girlfriend won’t be able to stand being tickled if you make her orgasm again!” The neat blonde pleaded.

“You know if you are going to be my slave too, you need to match your girlfriend!” Lilly chimed, holding up a matching leather and chain contraption.

The neat blonde took a double take, it was better than being tickled. But she wasn’t sure she liked the idea of being tormented like her lover, especially if it meant being brought to climax in public.

“Will they hurt?” She asked nervously.

“Not at all, I tested them personally!” Lilly replied.


Her shy victim was about to ask if she had cleaned them afterwards, but stopped herself. Her girlfriend was still begging in her native tongue, desperate for the release of an orgasm but dreading the ensuing tickle torture her hypersensitive body would be able to stand. Suddenly she could no longer resist, as the flood gates opened Lilly gagged her; suppressing the primal howl as every nerve ending flared into life. The arousal of being softly tickled had made this final release into a whole body orgasm and the kneeling device shook as she rubbed herself against the little textured pearls. Lilly slid the dial to maximum and caressed her victim lovingly.

“Okay! Let me think!” The neat blonde offered, giggling slightly as one of the crowd had resumed tickling her feet.


To her girlfriend the orgasm seemed to last an eternity, time became meaningless as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her senses. The prospect of the horrible tickle torture had been banished from her mind but was causing her girlfriend to panic as she watched. She knew she didn’t have much time but was intimidated by the prospect of being helplessly stimulated; ‘would they take the device off afterwards?’ she wondered, it had been bad enough asking her girlfriend to unlock her every time she needed to pee. But with the chastity belts it had felt different; far more safe and deeply personal as it was one of the things she shared with her girlfriend. As the scruffy entered the final throes of her epic orgasm the neat blonde suddenly had an idea.


“I will wear them if you can make me orgasm!” She shouted.

One of Lilly’s eyebrows popped up, she loved such games as her new toy had already witnessed.

“Interesting!” She purred.


The scruffy blonde sagged in her bondage as the last reserves of her energy left her. The storm of pleasure had run its course and she was released to curl up on a sheepskin as Lilly set to work. The crowd watched as she set the timer to six minutes and began with a vibrator. Her victim sighed and moaned but never reached the peak of a climax. As Lilly was considering slipping her hand down the front of her victim’s panties the neat blonde made a fatal mistake;


“Good luck, no woman but her has ever made my climax” She whispered, almost boastfully nodding at her girlfriend.

“Re-eally!” Lilly purred, adding; “So my new tickle-slave is the key to gaining you as a tickle slave”.


Her victim realised her mistake. She tried to persuade her exhausted girlfriend it was a trick but the scruffy blonde’s senses were obscured as she was guided towards the squirming victim. She swapped to her native tongue but it was no use. Her girlfriend slipped one hand down the front of her panties and began to lightly kiss her tummy. The neat blonde tried to resist but her body had been craving this touch for too long. The orgasm her mind had been denying her for so long hit suddenly. The neat blonde did not howl like her friend but shivered, rolling her eyes back into her head before moaning. Lilly let her new slave finish, admiring the petite neat blonde as she stopped fighting the sensations. She had heard that some women found it hard to get off unless they had strong feelings for the person stimulating them, but she had never seen such conclusive proof.

As the neat blonde sagged Lilly began to lightly tickle the soles of her feet, her victim giggled and began to beg. Her skin was warm and red and Lilly knew her earlier attempts to protect her girlfriend resulted from personal experience of post-orgasm sensitivity.


“No! Please stop!” The neat blonde pleaded in amongst a cacophony of giggles and half-formed protests in her mother-tongue.

“I tell you what, just five minutes of this and I won’t insist on the panties!” Lilly offered cruelly

“No I can’t!” Her victim pleaded, desperate to escape.

“Panties it is then!” Lilly purred

“Okay! Okay! But not here, don’t strip me in pubic! You promised you wouldn’t!”


The neat blonde was released and guided to a tent where Lilly and her girlfriend applied the devious device. The duo emerged shortly afterwards; each wearing torture gowns and a pair of Lilly’s semi-soleless shoes. The pair chattered excitedly in their own language about the panties and shoes.


“What did I tell you about doing that?” Lilly chided

“Sorry mistress!” The pair chorused in unison.


“Now I need to make some arrangements to torment my girlfriend in the courtyard, I am going to entrust you to help the resident Black Feather and the other helpers here in the Red Zone” Lilly commanded.

The pair smiled and set off holding hands, seemingly un-phased by their ordeal and eager to see what other new toys and techniques awaited discovery


- - - - Earlier - - - - see* - - -


On her way out of the Red Zone Esther passed Helen still on the turtle, she paused to admire Lilly’s handiwork. Her dedicated Lillette had been replaced by a small rotating cylinder attached to the evil frame. It sported two rows of feathers that teased her crotch where it met her thighs. It’s administrations were apparently effective as was the slow tickling of the crowd. From the way Helen struggled Esther guessed she was still trapped in the desperate hell of ticklish orgasm denial, her many straps keeping her from positioned herself so that one of the feathers gave her clit the slightest touch it needed to explode. A chalk-board confirmed Esther’s conclusion, reading;


Gentle tickles only
Don’t loosen my bonds.
Don’t let me orgasm


Esther felt a pang of pity but had plans back in Courtyard, she wondered if that athletic brunette was still on the rack, or if the plans to trap Andrea and scrub her dirty feet had come to fruition yet. Her musings were cut short as she passed the rack near Helen. Its victim was suffering under the ticklish administrations of several patrons. As she struggled and kicked Esther noticed something strange about her movements, then she spotted it through the crowd. Lilly had applied a crotch-rope to the woman. Esther quickly checked it wasn’t too tight and the woman was properly lubricated, as well as determining that it wasn’t any risk to the woman’s health or likely to cause pain. Esther noted the smooth black strap was vibrating keeping the skin around it moist and soft. From the look on the woman’s face she was in both heaven and hell. Just as Esther was about to leave she went limp. Esther sighed and instructed the crowd to release her, it was the first time Esther needed to carry someone to the sanctuary. Normally a job for Ingrid. Luckily she was able to recruit an enormous man dressed as a teddy-bear to take the woman. Noting more evidence of Lilly’s handiwork on her way; four women slowly rotated on a strange device with vibrators pushed against their pussies. A chalk-board in Lilly’s hand writing titled the display as the ‘Cruel Carousel’. Esther sighed, slightly annoyed that Lilly was having all the fun.


Helen meanwhile was still in hell. The cylinder was diabolical. Not only did it tickle horribly but no matter how she moved she couldn’t get close enough to climax. Its cruel rows of feathers would get closer and to her throbbing womanhood on as they turned, but just as she though that this time they might get close enough to push her over the edge the would start moving outwards again. The soft tickling of the crowd added to her torment, especially the administrations of which ever sadist was tickling her neck.


“Having fun are we?” Lilly cooed.


Helen pleaded incoherently into her ball-gag. Even if she had been free to speak she would have been unable to string together a coherent response. Lilly switched off the cylinder and signalled the crowd to leave Helen to her.


“Sorry I didn’t understand that?” Lilly replied sarcastically whilst carefully removing the cylinder from the device.

“Ghhhttt mmmmm hhhhhfff hff thhhhssss thhhhnnnngg!” Helen screamed into her gag.

“Okay I tell you what, if you want to bed tickled in the high stocks, just climax for me!” Lilly teased.

“NNNNHHHHW NNNNHHTTT TTTTHHHTT!” Helen begged, the horrible device being her greatest fear.


Lilly giggled and produced a pair of soft brushes, at first she mimicked the cylinders teasing cycle but with a swish would swap sides, swiping her brush tips around Helen’s pussy lips. Then she spiralled her brush tips in exploring Helen’s most sensitive regions in an expertly researched pattern. Helen struggled to resist, dreading the humiliation and discomfort of the high stocks. Lilly leaned in and began blowing on her victim’s blossoming womanhood. This tipped Helen over the edge and once more her body was racked by orgasms. Lilly cruelly let the crowd exploit her post-orgasm sensitivity before finally freeing her. Weakened Helen tried to struggle but the crowd were eager to see the device demonstrated.


First Helen’s head and wrists were trapped in the three central holes of the device whilst the crowd held her ankles. Next her legs were lifted and secured in the outer holes which opened independently. Lilly directed the crowd to position her on the strange seat that cradled each of her buttocks separately and under her weight separated them. Helen was opened up even more as the leather straps were tightened around her legs pushing her down further. The bondage was tight and Helen was uncomfortable. She screamed into her ball-gag as the Lillettes secured her toes in toe-ties.


“And now for the ‘pierce du resistance” Lilly announced as she positioned a feather wheel in place.

It was a cruel device, sporting four rows of long soft feathers that turned slowly tickling Helen’s pussy and thighs.


“She won’t be on this device long folks so tickle her whilst you can!” Lilly declared.


Helen took no comfort from her words and continued to scream as her entire body was explored. She watched as multiple hands vigorously tickled her soles. One insistent tickler found their way to tickle her tummy whilst worst of all were those who tickled the backs of her knees. Helen knew that knee-tickles were worse when the leg was outstretched but this device took it to the next level. Helen was red in the face, screaming in pure rage into her ball-gag. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity to her, Lilly called time. As her ankles were freed Helen sighed and allowed herself to be slowly freed from the cruel device, suddenly Lilly was face-to-face with her again.


“And that is what you can expect if you ever tickle my girlfriend again! Or disobey a direct order from me or another Black feather!” Lilly declared.


Despite her exhaustion Helen was taken aback. It was clear Lilly still hadn’t forgiven her. She was given another torture gown and padded off back to the sanctuary. Slinking away before Lilly remembered the boots. Helen crept out of the Red zone into the courtyard, she continued avoiding Black Feathers; making sudden turns and trying to blend in with the crowd whenever possible. It led her on a convoluted tour of the castle. She considered escaping through the gatehouse but paused too long to behold Andrea’s torment in the stocks. She was secured along with three other women, her feet being licked by a goat. Helen wanted to get closer but knew she would probably end up being tortured somehow if she did. Still she could not help but watch from a distance, as Andrea’s soles were scrubbed and then heated her anger was replaced by lust as she began to crave the feel of their soft pink flesh under her fingertips.

She could not help creep closer to behold the spectacle, as she mingled with the crowd she made out the words on the two chalk boards that declared Andrea and her friend were being punished for having dirty feet, whilst the two other women weren’t foot-ticklish. Helen picked up other details from the excited conversations in the crowd. As she watched her anger at her recent humiliation faded further, she watched Andrea smile as she laughed. It was obvious that despite her ticklish agony she was enjoying this. ‘Perhaps if I apologise and explain she will forgive me...’ Helen thought to herself; ‘Maybe then she will talk to Lilly’.

As the mousy-blonde watched she began to get aroused. Suddenly her anger returned; the unfamiliar feel of her fully shaven pussy reminded her of the plucking ordeal she had been forced to endure on ‘The Turtle’. Helen was furious: ‘Even the sisters had never thought of doing that to her!’

In her rage Helen left the spectacle and decided to try climbing over the walls, it was a half-thought out idea and she overheard some people talking about a couple of women being punished for leaving the official event area. Helen spotted the signs warning patrons not to venture into the wooded areas near the walls and decided against climbing to freedom; ‘it was probably a bad idea anyway’.

Upon investigating the gatehouse she overheard a conversation between Ingrid and Natalie, they were discussing who was going release Cleo. Helen’s mind whirred into action; perhaps Cleo would be a useful ally, maybe she could escape whilst taking this errand. With her heart in her mouth she offered to take on the task. Natalie and Ingrid smiled and gave her directions into the woods behind the stocks Andrea had recently been released from. The sun was high in the sky as Helen slipped on a pair of boots given by Ingrid, there were thistles so she couldn’t go barefoot. Helen didn’t know precisely what time it was but it was clearly past noon, she thought it would be later in the day but guessed it just seemed that way due to the intensity of her ordeal in the Red Zone. Ingrid and Natalie had been nice to her, and Helen was reconsidering her plans to contact the police as she found Cleo.

The once intimidating Dominatrix was screamed into a ball-gag, staked out in a small clearing. At first Helen couldn’t understand the source of her distress, but then she spotted the ants crawling over her body. There was something else too, but Helen couldn’t place it. She set about untying the poor woman, trying to avoid being kicked as she freed her ankles. As Helen struggled untie the knots her fingers began to get itchy. Suddenly she understood Cleo’s unusual movements, it wasn’t just the ants! They had covered her from head to toe in itching powder!

On a small log alongside the Dominatrix’s clothes was a plastic bottle. The still naked Cleo seized it as soon as she was free and began to wash herself with its contents. Helen recognised the smell, it was pre-diluted washing up liquid. Cleo was still broken and mumbled into her ball-gag as she washed her face. Helen winced; understanding that whichever sadist had applied the powder had carefully sprinkled and brushed it all over Cleo’s face before leaving the antidote within sight. Cleo kept the gag on as she washed her pussy with the refreshing liquid, it didn’t entirely get rid of the itching sensations but allowed her to regain her composure enough that she allowed herself to remove the ball-gag. Earlier and she would have begged Helen to help wash her and get the remaining ants off.


“How do they expect me to satisfy the pathetic masochistic needs of my client if I am all itchy like this!” Cleo complained bitterly.

“Client?” Helen asked, still stunned that anyone would be so cruel as to apply itching powder to a woman’s nether-regions.

“Yes! I am a Dominatrix! Girl!” Cleo snapped, using a second bottle of water to wash the remaining soapy bubbles from her skin.

“I don’t like Lilly either!” Helen offered, remembering her plan to make an alliance.


Cleo snorted derisively as she began to dress herself. Helen knelt quietly washed her fingertips with some of the bubbles that had dripped on the ground.


“They think they are so much better than us!” Cleo added after a moment.


Helen nodded nervously, Cleo was becoming intimidating again as she slipped on her boots, the effect wasn’t complete without the make-up and her aura of control. But Helen was still frightened, Cleo was obviously angry and Helen knew that if she wasn’t careful she might lash out at her.


“It is all okay when they trap someone to get their thrills, but if someone outside of their little circle does the same thing….” Helen began before losing her nerve.


Cleo shot her a look straight through both eyes, it was like she was looking through the mousy blonde and straight into her soul. Cleo’s eyes were powerful, even with the eye-make up washed almost entirely away by tears they were piercing. It was like Helen was rooted to the spot, she shivered as the Dominatrix spoke;


“I am going to get revenge on them for this, I am going to get them shut down! And I need your help….”


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To be continued….

Great Story again! Thank you!

Best story so far!

I notice you have a penchant for dreams of swallowing people into the ground as respite from a nightmare, pairs of blondes, and nipple clamps, not that I'm complaining.

kittentitlicker said:

I notice you have a penchant for dreams of swallowing people into the ground as respite from a nightmare, pairs of blondes, and nipple clamps, not that I'm complaining.

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Glad you like my stories
Yeah I do re-use certain themes and scenarios. It is one of the reasons I have found it hard to go back and finish the castle series, I forget what I actually put in them and what I just planned to. Also I got the plots into a massive tangle and got weighed down by real world stuff.