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Diane smiled as she walked towards this 'Red Zone'. Apparently she needed to go through some place called the 'Pink Zone' first. She strode on past an empty shower and an erudite blonde struggling to assemble some sort of cage. Diane stopped briefly to admire the struggles of a true masochist. Her clever eyes took in the thrashing torment of the stocked victim alongside the sign explaining the cause, justification and the few restrictions relating to the display of extreme torture.
Apparently the victim was an adulteress. Diane chuckled sadistically as two men hungrily tickled her trapped, taut, helpless soles. Toe ties kept her soft arches exposed for their administrations and opened her toes for the toothbrushes and flossers expertly placed by a gaggle of vengeful women.
Diane had noticed how it was the women who were the most cruel; as if they were taking personal revenge for every act of infidelity they had imagined their partner committing with each turn of his head as a sexy pair of legs strutted past.
The women surrounded the gagged woman's upper body, keeping the men away from her ample heaving bosom. They cackled in unison as they teased her nipples with soft brushes and stiff feathers. Ensuring her ribs, sides and tummy received their dues. Diane was home, she had longed to inflict a more extreme torture and now she could. She stealthily crept into the crowd of merciless vixens and raked her long nails over the struggling victim's heels and arches, the men had now been fully evicted. It was strange how it was the women dealt out this brutal punishment for the woman’s unfaithfulness, it reminded Diane of the way women used to tickle the town tart in the stocks back in medieval times.
She grinned as her victim's seat gurgled slightly, she had spotted the hidden tubes and guessed it was to ensure the suffering blonde could stay in the stocks all day without needing to be released for a toilet break. Diane pulled herself away eager to explore this 'Red Zone', the delights glimpsed in the 'Pink Zone' had her wet her appetite for extreme torture and Diane could imagine what wonders lay behind the well-trimmed bluff of Privet & Hawthorne. She walked slowly though, emanating an aura of control.
After showing her feather Diane joined a small crowd that had gathered around two Y-frames devices and several other contraptions. A mousy blonde was strapped to one of the Y-frames and suffering at the hands of an Asian woman Diane had spotted before, she was one of the Black Feathers and very skilled in both tickling and teasing her victim. From Diane’s guess the mousy ‘volunteer’ was being held on the edge of orgasm to keep her at the peak of her sensitivity. Diane watched with interest, not needing any pointers but happy to watch with a sadistic smile on her face. The mousy blonde’s soles were hypersensitive from the orgasm denial, Diane cocked her head as she watched the Asian Black feathers evil nails scratch at her defenceless arches. Her victim was almost exactly what she was looking for, shy, submissive and extremely ticklish. Diane scanned the crowd looking for a potential victim of her own. She wanted the right kind of slave, a timid little mouse to torment and tease. She slunk closer to a potential victim standing under the shade of a tree. Diane’s prey was medium height with curly brown hair under a floppy sun-hat. She wore a long floral dress made of thin fabric with two narrow shoulder straps.
Diane circled like a predator, wanting to get a good luck at her quarry without unsettling her. The red vixen was aware that her prey was enthralled by the mousy blonde’s torture, although this wasn’t easy as her eyes were hidden behind large sunglasses. Diane wanted to make the woman her slave, she fantasised about softly running her fingers over her tummy and sides, anticipating the feel of that soft dress under her finger-tips. As she got closer Diane beheld her prey’s feet, she wore a pair of blue plastic sandals with a series of discs running along the tops of her feet and straps holding her pink round heels. Diane subtly slunk past noticing that the slim brunette had long toes hidden under the partially translucent plastic, all except for her little toes which were much shorter. Diane slunk behind her prey and gasped as her quarry lent back against the tree, placing one foot on its trunk and flexing her arch. The pink round heel popped out from its strap revealing a long pale arch that looked invitingly ticklish. As she gasped the woman looked round at Diane. The Red Vixen froze, trying to appear inconspicuous. She turned her attention back to the mousy blonde’s plight. Two volunteers had been selected from the crowd to help tickle her. Diane liked the look of the more petite one and was slightly annoyed she had missed her. As a heckler was dragged to the second Y-frame Diane decided to explore a little more and slunk away.
There were tents amongst the trees which Diane learnt were for ‘private sessions’. This appealed to her as she wanted a long slow session without interruption. A few other patron were starting to play games and sign contracts. Unlike the courtyard there were few Green feathers so Diane sought to find a woman with a blue feather necklace willing to consent to be restrained. This would require cunning she thought to herself, she remembered the brunette’s blue feather necklace resting above her small breasts. She was not well endowed but Diane still wanted to softly tease her breasts with feathers whilst denying her an orgasm. She had enjoyed tickling that red-head to orgasm in the stocks, but what she really wanted was to take a woman to the cusp of an orgasm and keep her there for as long as she could, until they begged; and she would whisper ‘No!’.
As she mused she overheard the familiar sound of vibrators, she slunk closer for a better look. There were four women staked out on the ground. Each was being stimulated by another woman. Many were also being softly tickled by women who giggled to one another in mutual glee. A small crowd of men and women watched as a Goth girl with a Black feather necklace oversaw the game. Diane was intrigued and quietly approached one of the many men in the crowd watching the spectacle.
“So what is this game then?” She asked, shooting a smile at the man dressed as an enormous teddy bear.
“Well the rules are fairly simple, each of the four women using the vibrator has to keep it in contact but not let their victim climax. If they do they replace them”. He replied in a deep and slightly downtrodden voice that made Diane smile.
“And if they don’t…” She asked, supressing a giggle, the man’s voice was in stark contrast to his costume; it suggested of a sort of world-weary melancholy, in such a way that appealed to her sense of humour.
“Ah well, you see… the other three then get to tickle the woman they were vibing who stay staked out. Meanwhile the woman who came has the option to tickle the woman who takes her place.” The man replied, his voice betraying his disappointment that he couldn’t tease or tickle any of the four beauties stretched out and helpless before him.
Diane smiled at him and watched the game. All four women were giggling between sighs and moans. There were two brunettes, a blonde and a red-head. The two brunettes each had two ticklers, whilst the blonde only had one but still seemed like she was most likely to climax first, the woman stimulating her was pushing down hard and rubbing the tip in small clockwise circles. At first Diane thought the woman was keen to take the blonde’s place, but from the look on her face she guessed that she hadn’t understood the rules. She was a slim woman with short brown hair in a fringe, her eyes gleamed as she kept up her assault. She wore a thin white silky dress and sheer white stockings, she had kicked off her white high-heels and curled her toes as she rubbed the vibrator hard against the blonde. Diane mused that it wouldn’t be long until those stockinged soles were at the mercy of the blonde who she figured had only just been tied down but was likely to be released first.
Diane’s attention shifted to the red-head. She was being softly tickled by four women meaning she had been here the longest. The fifth woman kneeling at her crotch was being careful not to overstimulate her though. The redhead begged in the most delightful fashion.
“No Stop! Please!... I can’t take anymore… This is torture!.. Please Stop!... Please stop this is TORTURE!....”
Diane smiled, the redhead was clearly hypersensitive and couldn’t stand the soft slow tickles from the four evil women who giggled as they explored her slim body and delicious arches. Diane lost track of time, something about the way the woman begged was hypnotic; Diane was entranced, the spell wasn’t broken until one of the brunettes climaxed unexpectedly. It was the one nearest to the redhead, the blonde woman vibing her softly had slipped as she rearranged herself to deal with a cramp in her leg. As she overbalanced the tip of the vibrator pushed down hard giving the brunette the stimulus she needed. The Goth girl encouraged the other players to seize the woman. Despite her best efforts to escape she was soon staked out in the brunette’s place, who grinned at the sweet revenge she would take on her former tormentor.
The Goth girl addressed the crowd as the tickling began, inviting four more women to take up the challenge. The redhead now had five tormentors who kept her begging. The other women continued to squirm having two or three ticklers each and other women eying them up as a prize. Several women looked longingly at the red-head who had been tied down the longest. It was tempting but none of them had the confidence to risk taking her place. On a whim Diane spoke up;
“I will give it a go if no-one else is brave enough!” She kept smiling as she realised how high the stakes were.
She was handed a vibrator and crept over to sit at her victim’s crotch. The game began and Diane carefully teased her victim through her red velvet dress. She kept to the edges of her pussy, avoiding the clitoris and hoping one of her rivals would make a mistake. The blonde at the far end of the row was howling for mercy as the slim brunette used her long sharp nails to torture her soft feet, unaware of how lucky she was not to be tied down in her place. The newcomer proved to be equally ticklish and Diane had to be careful not get distracted. Diane decided to make the best of her time and lay alongside her victim so she could whisper in her ears.
“I am going to keep you on the edge for hours while they tickle you!” She whispered
“No Please! I can’t take anymore, this is torture!”
“Shut up you love this!” Diane retorted.
Her victim huffed and puffed clearly on the edge of madness. The whispering seemed to be turning her on and Diane found it hard to keep control over the vibrator, she dreaded being staked out next so carefully shifted back to a sitting position. Remembering how the blonde to her right had fumbled such a manoeuvre she glanced at her plight. Diane was amazed, the auburn woman who had chosen her was using the vibrator to tickle her tummy rather than stimulate her properly. It clearly tickled but wasn’t in the spirit of the game.
“Erm is that allowed?” She asked, catching the Goth Black Feathers eye.
“No, that is a forfeit I’m afraid!” Amy replied
“What? You just said it had to remain in contact with her!” The Auburn woman protested.
“Do you want it to be a double forfeit?” Amy asked sweetly.
Diane was overjoyed. The auburn woman was stretched out as the blonde was freed. She relished the torture that she would be able to inflict upon this redhead, but knew it wouldn’t last for long. The auburn woman proved to be dreadfully ticklish and several men from the crowd were invited over to punish her for breaking the rules. The remaining brunette was livid as The Goth girl announced there would be a short interval in which the tickle torture would continue.
“No you can’t!” She cried in union with the blonde who couldn’t stand the three woman tickling her mercilessly.
Diane laughed evilly, she had a bonus session with the red-head. Her delicious feet were already claimed by four of her torturers whilst another took the opportunity to tickle her tummy, which had previously been inaccessible. It proved to be a Goldmine and the woman’s begging increased in desperation.
“No please! Not there! You have to let me go!... You don’t understand!... This is torture!!!”
“Shhhh!” Diane whispered, sidling up to the helpless redhead and slipping off her boots.
The redhead whimpered and tried not to giggle, Diane was ecstatic she was the perfect submissive tickle slave. Diane began softly tickling the woman’s underarms with her fingertips whilst using her socked feet to tease the backs of her knees. Her victim desperately struggled as Diane triple teamed her, nuzzling her neck affectionately.
“Good technique! Red!...” The Black feather complimented as she passed by.
Diane ignored the Goth girl, she knew she was good. She could feel her victim quivering and ceased nuzzling to whisper in her ear once again;
“You are mine now, I am going to tickle you all day long!”
“No please don’t!” Her victim begged in a quiet voice.
“You are my prize and I intend to enjoy you!” Diane continued
“No please! You have to let me go I can’t stand this! I didn’t know how bad it would be!”
“Then you should have thought about that before you picked up a vibrator!” Diane replied
“I neve…ha-ha-ha!” The woman protested before breaking off into delightful giggled.
“What was that?” Diane asked.
“Oh she has been here since the start of the game!” One of the other woman replied.
“Really, let’s see if we can keep her here until the end of it!” Diane retorted
“No please! You can’t!... SAFEWORD!” The redhead cried.
“What was that, Diane asked as she continued tormenting the poor woman.
“SAFEWORD! SAFEWORD! SAAAFFFEWOOORD!” The redhead cried desperately.
“Sorry Hunny but this is a no-safeword game, you didn’t set one up at the start and you said you understood the rules”. The Black feather chipped in.
“I didn’t knoooo-ho-ho!” The woman pleaded through tears.
Amy beheld the scene, she remembered the rules about not pushing victims too far and decided begrudgingly that this one had suffered enough, for now;
“Okay we will need another volunteer from the crowd” She announced.
“Aww but we are just getting started!” Diane protested.
“Perhaps you can play some more after she calms down…” Amy offered.
Diane paused to consider this whilst the other women protested. The redhead was a rare treat that had brought out the sadist in each of them. A tattooed woman from the crowd volunteered, she was a newcomer with slight flecks of grey in her hair despite not looking a day over 25.
“Can they tickle me?” The tattooed woman asked eagerly, glancing at the redhead’s tormentors.
Amy and the other five women agreed and set about releasing the redhead. Diane was intrigued by the newcomer but too excited by her prize, still she watched as the tattooed brunette was stretched out, eagerly wiggling as her wrists and ankles were tied. Diane would have liked to stay and watch but The Black Feather had asked for someone to take the redhead to a place called ‘The Sanctuary’.
“Do you know where it is?” Amy asked.
“Yes” Diane replied with a smile, this wasn’t a lie; she knew where the sanctuary was she just had no intention of taking her prize there.
She helped the redhead put her black strappy sandals on, the poor thing’s hands were shaking too much to do it by herself. She still wore the leather shackles round her ankles and wrists and Diane secured a thin piece of rope that was lying around through the little loops on the ones still around her slender wrists. Her victim was almost delirious, and made no protest as Diane led her away. Diane smiled broadly, her cat-like face beaming with joy.
“Have her back here in an hour, we have another game scheduled” Amy called as Diane led her prize away.
“Okay!” Diane called back, overjoyed that she had won a tickle-slave.
She spotted a tent with a vacant sign and flipped it to reveal; ‘Occupied for private session’ written on the other side in large black letters. She slipped into the tent with one arm behind the redhead’s back.
“Is this the sanctuary?” The redhead asked.
“Not exactly…” Diane replied
“I thought we were going to the sanctuary?” The redhead asked, still disoriented from the intense tickling session.
“Just think of this as out little secret…” Diane purred.
The red-heads eyes widened as she realised she was in for more torture. Inside the small tent was a sheepskin rug and box containing an assortment of restraints and tickling devices. A few feathers and brushes lay scattered around the sheepskin suggesting that this tent had been used recently.
“Look please! You don’t understand!... I like to be tickled but I have never been tied up before!” The redhead pleaded.
“Then I won’t tie you up!” Diane replied.
The redhead was astonished, she was sure she was due for another torture session.
“You…. You won’t tie me up?” She asked nervously
“You like to be tickled, I like to tickle gorgeous women! Let’s just have fun!” Diane purred.
The redhead smiled; her captor was wonderfully charismatic, she normally wouldn’t let herself be flattered but when the brunette had called her gorgeous it made her feel warm inside. She was still tingling from her staked out ordeal and had begun to crave the orgasm that woman after woman had denied her to contribute to her ticklish agony.
“I have an idea, how about we play a little game?” Diane asked.
Later, the redhead wouldn’t know how her captor convinced her to stay in the tent. Within moments she was persuaded from wanting to flee to sitting on the sheepskin her ankles in the red-woman’s lap. Diane played with the straps to her sandals.
“I like these!” Diane purred.
“Thank you!” The redhead replied shyly, flexing her toes.
“And you have really pretty feet!” Diane added
“Thank you!” The redhead purred back, she normally wasn’t this vulnerable to flattery but she was really starting to warm to her new friend.
“I’m just going to take these sandals off so I can see those pretty feet…” Diane purred, fiddling with the buckles as she held her victim’s ankles in one arm.
“Okay!” The redhead giggled, she was nervous but didn’t resist at all.
Diane marvelled at the pale pretty feet as they flexed and curled in the musty air of the tent. Their owner giggled and kept them on her lap. Diane could feel that the woman was still incredibly turned on, she decided to play with her food a little before pouncing.
“These are sooo pretty, they are just begging to be tickled!” Diane cooed
“I’m very ticklish!” The redhead giggled, Diane attention enough to make her squirm.
“I know!!!” Diane beamed running one finger from the heel to the ball of her prey’s foot.
The redhead yelped and pulled her foot back.
“Oh no! You need to keep them there!” Diane chided.
“What?” The redhead asked.
“I am going to tickle you without restraints, if you can keep your feet still for five minutes I will reward you with that orgasm I know you still crave. If you pull them away I will tie you up for some fun!” Diane purred.
“I can’t take being tied and tickled! The redhead moaned, wide eyed but still not resisting.
“Well you had better keep still then!” Diane cooed, softly tickling both feet.
The redhead giggled and tried to keep still. Diane was gentle but her prey was so sensitive she could never keep still for longer than a few seconds. Diane gave her three chances and enjoyed watching the shy woman desperately struggle to keep still. The third time she let her resist for two or three minutes before using her evil red nails to scratch under her sensitive toes. The redhead instantly pulled her feet away.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk! Naughty girl!” Diane chided; “Let’s hope your upper body isn’t as sensitive!”
Again the redhead didn’t know why she didn’t just run, something about the woman in red just captivated her. Obediently she stretched her arms high above her head as the vixen straddled her holding a pair of soft feathers just above her milky white, soft and smooth underarms. Diane teased the poor woman, loving that she could watch the laughter in her eyes as she tried to resist. The neck was the key to breaking her and after the third strike Diane seized the woman’s wrists and began securing chains to the leather shackles still there.
“Don’t struggle now! If you struggle I will make it a hundred times worse!” Diane purred.
“No please don’t tie me up, I can’t stand being tickled when I can’t get away! You don’t understand! It’s like Torture!” The woman begged her soft melodic voice inviting the torture she dreaded.
“Oh it’s not tickle time yet!...” Diane purred securing the chains to the ridgepole of the tent.
“…Now let’s see what we have here!” She cooed as she selected a spreader bar rom the assortment of restraints.
Her victim allowed her ankles to be secured to the bar in the hope that the red woman would be merciful. Thar bar kept her feet apart and was attached to the central pole by a loop in its centre and to the sides of the tent to keep her from being able to turn. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her next but a part of her wanted to find out.
“Now since you can’t resist gentle tickles you are going to have to resist that orgasm if you want to be spared the torture you deserve!” Diane purred.
“No please! I don’t deserve to be tortured!” The redhead begged.
“Yes you do!... And do you know why?... Because you are just too pretty!” Diane teased; leaning over to look in the woman’s eyes as she slid one had up her red velvet dress, lightly stroking her soft thighs before finding her moist panties.
“Mmmm!” The redhead moaned. She knew she had to resist but the red woman knew exactly where she liked to be touched.
Leaning in closer still Diane kissed the redhead and was not surprised when she felt her kissing back. She broke contact to nuzzle her once more on the neck. Now it was time to see what toys were in that box. The red-head’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and feathers, ball-gags, blindfolded and other devious devices and tools were strewn all around as her captor searched for what she wanted. Finally she found it. It was small but would work!
At first the redhead didn’t understand, it was just a little pink plastic egg. Then her captor clicked a button on a little remote and it started to buzz. Without complaint she let the red woman slip it under her panties and felt it press against her. The redhead was still hot from before and had to struggle hard to keep control as her captor scrolled through the settings until she found the one that was just right. Placing a hand onto her victim’s crotch Diane applied just the right amount of pressure before leaning over her helpless victim to kiss her again. This time the redhead pulled away, knowing that she was close. Diane nuzzled her instead and she giggled and squirmed. Remembering how the redhead reacted when staked out Diane leaned over and whispered into her ear;
“I am going to tickle you all night long….!”
“Ahhh!” Her victim moaned in reply, desperately close
“You are going to be my slave!”
“Nnnmmmnn… ooohhhh!” Her victim quietly sighed, struggling to keep control
“When you cum, your mine!”
“Ooooh!”
“I am going to tickle you… all…. Night… Long!” Diane knew her victim was close and the verbal teasing was making it worse. After the last word she blew in her ear and watched her tip over the edge.
“I… I… I…. Nyaaahh ahhhhh Mmmmm!” The redhead moaned throwing back her head and letting the sensations flood over her.
The prospect of tickle torture faded as did everything around her. She felt her captor kissing her and kissed back her eyes tightly closed in sexual bliss. She lost track of time as one orgasm followed another. With one last shudder she finished. As her senses returned she realised that at some point the woman in red had stripped her, her soft red velvet dress was dangling around her wrists and she was left wearing only the panties. It had been an enormous release and she lay panting and sweating. Her captor watched her and played with the locks of her long straight hair, occasionally using them to tickle her underarms.
“You’re so pretty!” Diane purred.
“Tha…thankyou…” the redhead replied, adding; “You’re very sexy too!”
“You’re just so sexy I am going to have to tickle you forever, and ever and ever!” Diane cooed, her voice soft and gentle.
“No please don’t!” The redhead softly begged, her melodic voice still betraying the pleasure she had just felt.
“I love it when you beg!... Keep begging me nicely to stop and I won’t make it any worse!”
Desperately the redhead obeyed and softly begged as Diane explored her body, finding every ticklish spot form head to toe. She used feather dusters from the box to tickle her breasts and laughed as her victim’s nipples became rock hard. The feet were Diane’s favourite torture-spot and she made use of some toe-ties that attached to a second pair of ankle restraints. Glancing at her watch she released that she only had five or ten minutes until that Goth was expecting her back from this sanctuary place. She decided to switch the vibrating egg back on for the last stretch and forced the redhead to keep begging for mercy as she climaxed yet again.
Exhausted her victim sagged as the torture stopped. Diane sighed, wishing she could keep this one to herself all afternoon. The redhead was totally exhausted and collapsed to the sheepskin as Diane released her from her bonds. The red vixen had to redress her prize who giggled as her sandals were returned to her feet. Diane helped her up and guided her out of the tent, flipping the sign as she left. The redhead lent against her for support as she was guided back to the Goth girl. It was like she was entranced, Diane was tempted to just take her prize home but knew that she would probably get caught.
She wasn’t able to find the Goth Black feather but found the Asian woman who had been torturing the mousy blonde earlier. She was standing next to a row of Y-frame like device and waved at Diane.
“Hi Amy told me to expect you, wow she looks tired!”
“Yeah didn’t want to wake up from her nap!” Diane replied.
“Are you sure you took her to the sanctuary?” Lilly asked.
“Of course, tickled the waitresses while I was there and longed for the play session your Goth friend offered me with this one…” Diane replied innocently.
“Hmmm!” Lilly answered sceptically.
“What are these?” Diane asked, nodding at the wheels of feathers attached to each Y-frame device.
“These are for the feather wheel game. They tickle like hell as the victim’s try to resist climaxing. First one to climax stays strapped in. Everyone else gets to tickle those strapped in!” Lilly replied.
“Sounds like fun, which one do you want her on?” Diane asked.
“No please! You can’t do that!... No more!” The redhead begged.
Lilly was tempted, there was just something so alluring about the way the redhead woman begged. But she had keen senses and something smelt wrong here.
“Are you sure you don’t want to play?” Lilly asked.
“Yes I can’t stand being tied and tickled!” The redhead begged, adding; “It is a hundred time worse if I can’t get away!”
“I know!” Lilly replied with an evil grin, it was worth it just for the look of panic on the redhead’s face.
“No please! I will do anything!” The redhead begged, eyeing the feather wheels nervously.
“Okay we have a lot of other women who want to play, but you owe us! Head over to the rack we have some new arrivals we might need a hand with soon”. Lilly replied, slightly regretful that she wouldn’t get to see the redhead scream as twin rows of feathers danced either side of her pussy.
Diane tried to protest but couldn’t risk being discovered. She followed her captive to the rack and waited a while. Eventually she got bored and slunk off to find someone else to tickle. Meanwhile the redhead waited talking to the Asian assistants or ‘Lillettes’ as they seemed to be called. She wondered if she should report the red woman. True after the orgasm the tickling had been pure torture, but up until then she had sort of enjoyed being her slave. She continued to ponder this until more people arrived. She was amazed to watch the Goth Black feather from earlier be stretched out tight on the rack next to a brunette with a green feather necklace. Soon after an athletic girl was brought blindfolded and bound and secured to one of the Y-frame devices. A shiver ran down her spine as she joined the crowd to watch the spectacle. As she watched she learnt that the Goth was being punished for breaking the rules, slowly the redhead warmed to the idea of making the Red Woman suffer and started to compile her sob story…
To be continued
Apparently the victim was an adulteress. Diane chuckled sadistically as two men hungrily tickled her trapped, taut, helpless soles. Toe ties kept her soft arches exposed for their administrations and opened her toes for the toothbrushes and flossers expertly placed by a gaggle of vengeful women.
Diane had noticed how it was the women who were the most cruel; as if they were taking personal revenge for every act of infidelity they had imagined their partner committing with each turn of his head as a sexy pair of legs strutted past.
The women surrounded the gagged woman's upper body, keeping the men away from her ample heaving bosom. They cackled in unison as they teased her nipples with soft brushes and stiff feathers. Ensuring her ribs, sides and tummy received their dues. Diane was home, she had longed to inflict a more extreme torture and now she could. She stealthily crept into the crowd of merciless vixens and raked her long nails over the struggling victim's heels and arches, the men had now been fully evicted. It was strange how it was the women dealt out this brutal punishment for the woman’s unfaithfulness, it reminded Diane of the way women used to tickle the town tart in the stocks back in medieval times.
She grinned as her victim's seat gurgled slightly, she had spotted the hidden tubes and guessed it was to ensure the suffering blonde could stay in the stocks all day without needing to be released for a toilet break. Diane pulled herself away eager to explore this 'Red Zone', the delights glimpsed in the 'Pink Zone' had her wet her appetite for extreme torture and Diane could imagine what wonders lay behind the well-trimmed bluff of Privet & Hawthorne. She walked slowly though, emanating an aura of control.
After showing her feather Diane joined a small crowd that had gathered around two Y-frames devices and several other contraptions. A mousy blonde was strapped to one of the Y-frames and suffering at the hands of an Asian woman Diane had spotted before, she was one of the Black Feathers and very skilled in both tickling and teasing her victim. From Diane’s guess the mousy ‘volunteer’ was being held on the edge of orgasm to keep her at the peak of her sensitivity. Diane watched with interest, not needing any pointers but happy to watch with a sadistic smile on her face. The mousy blonde’s soles were hypersensitive from the orgasm denial, Diane cocked her head as she watched the Asian Black feathers evil nails scratch at her defenceless arches. Her victim was almost exactly what she was looking for, shy, submissive and extremely ticklish. Diane scanned the crowd looking for a potential victim of her own. She wanted the right kind of slave, a timid little mouse to torment and tease. She slunk closer to a potential victim standing under the shade of a tree. Diane’s prey was medium height with curly brown hair under a floppy sun-hat. She wore a long floral dress made of thin fabric with two narrow shoulder straps.
Diane circled like a predator, wanting to get a good luck at her quarry without unsettling her. The red vixen was aware that her prey was enthralled by the mousy blonde’s torture, although this wasn’t easy as her eyes were hidden behind large sunglasses. Diane wanted to make the woman her slave, she fantasised about softly running her fingers over her tummy and sides, anticipating the feel of that soft dress under her finger-tips. As she got closer Diane beheld her prey’s feet, she wore a pair of blue plastic sandals with a series of discs running along the tops of her feet and straps holding her pink round heels. Diane subtly slunk past noticing that the slim brunette had long toes hidden under the partially translucent plastic, all except for her little toes which were much shorter. Diane slunk behind her prey and gasped as her quarry lent back against the tree, placing one foot on its trunk and flexing her arch. The pink round heel popped out from its strap revealing a long pale arch that looked invitingly ticklish. As she gasped the woman looked round at Diane. The Red Vixen froze, trying to appear inconspicuous. She turned her attention back to the mousy blonde’s plight. Two volunteers had been selected from the crowd to help tickle her. Diane liked the look of the more petite one and was slightly annoyed she had missed her. As a heckler was dragged to the second Y-frame Diane decided to explore a little more and slunk away.
There were tents amongst the trees which Diane learnt were for ‘private sessions’. This appealed to her as she wanted a long slow session without interruption. A few other patron were starting to play games and sign contracts. Unlike the courtyard there were few Green feathers so Diane sought to find a woman with a blue feather necklace willing to consent to be restrained. This would require cunning she thought to herself, she remembered the brunette’s blue feather necklace resting above her small breasts. She was not well endowed but Diane still wanted to softly tease her breasts with feathers whilst denying her an orgasm. She had enjoyed tickling that red-head to orgasm in the stocks, but what she really wanted was to take a woman to the cusp of an orgasm and keep her there for as long as she could, until they begged; and she would whisper ‘No!’.
As she mused she overheard the familiar sound of vibrators, she slunk closer for a better look. There were four women staked out on the ground. Each was being stimulated by another woman. Many were also being softly tickled by women who giggled to one another in mutual glee. A small crowd of men and women watched as a Goth girl with a Black feather necklace oversaw the game. Diane was intrigued and quietly approached one of the many men in the crowd watching the spectacle.
“So what is this game then?” She asked, shooting a smile at the man dressed as an enormous teddy bear.
“Well the rules are fairly simple, each of the four women using the vibrator has to keep it in contact but not let their victim climax. If they do they replace them”. He replied in a deep and slightly downtrodden voice that made Diane smile.
“And if they don’t…” She asked, supressing a giggle, the man’s voice was in stark contrast to his costume; it suggested of a sort of world-weary melancholy, in such a way that appealed to her sense of humour.
“Ah well, you see… the other three then get to tickle the woman they were vibing who stay staked out. Meanwhile the woman who came has the option to tickle the woman who takes her place.” The man replied, his voice betraying his disappointment that he couldn’t tease or tickle any of the four beauties stretched out and helpless before him.
Diane smiled at him and watched the game. All four women were giggling between sighs and moans. There were two brunettes, a blonde and a red-head. The two brunettes each had two ticklers, whilst the blonde only had one but still seemed like she was most likely to climax first, the woman stimulating her was pushing down hard and rubbing the tip in small clockwise circles. At first Diane thought the woman was keen to take the blonde’s place, but from the look on her face she guessed that she hadn’t understood the rules. She was a slim woman with short brown hair in a fringe, her eyes gleamed as she kept up her assault. She wore a thin white silky dress and sheer white stockings, she had kicked off her white high-heels and curled her toes as she rubbed the vibrator hard against the blonde. Diane mused that it wouldn’t be long until those stockinged soles were at the mercy of the blonde who she figured had only just been tied down but was likely to be released first.
Diane’s attention shifted to the red-head. She was being softly tickled by four women meaning she had been here the longest. The fifth woman kneeling at her crotch was being careful not to overstimulate her though. The redhead begged in the most delightful fashion.
“No Stop! Please!... I can’t take anymore… This is torture!.. Please Stop!... Please stop this is TORTURE!....”
Diane smiled, the redhead was clearly hypersensitive and couldn’t stand the soft slow tickles from the four evil women who giggled as they explored her slim body and delicious arches. Diane lost track of time, something about the way the woman begged was hypnotic; Diane was entranced, the spell wasn’t broken until one of the brunettes climaxed unexpectedly. It was the one nearest to the redhead, the blonde woman vibing her softly had slipped as she rearranged herself to deal with a cramp in her leg. As she overbalanced the tip of the vibrator pushed down hard giving the brunette the stimulus she needed. The Goth girl encouraged the other players to seize the woman. Despite her best efforts to escape she was soon staked out in the brunette’s place, who grinned at the sweet revenge she would take on her former tormentor.
The Goth girl addressed the crowd as the tickling began, inviting four more women to take up the challenge. The redhead now had five tormentors who kept her begging. The other women continued to squirm having two or three ticklers each and other women eying them up as a prize. Several women looked longingly at the red-head who had been tied down the longest. It was tempting but none of them had the confidence to risk taking her place. On a whim Diane spoke up;
“I will give it a go if no-one else is brave enough!” She kept smiling as she realised how high the stakes were.
She was handed a vibrator and crept over to sit at her victim’s crotch. The game began and Diane carefully teased her victim through her red velvet dress. She kept to the edges of her pussy, avoiding the clitoris and hoping one of her rivals would make a mistake. The blonde at the far end of the row was howling for mercy as the slim brunette used her long sharp nails to torture her soft feet, unaware of how lucky she was not to be tied down in her place. The newcomer proved to be equally ticklish and Diane had to be careful not get distracted. Diane decided to make the best of her time and lay alongside her victim so she could whisper in her ears.
“I am going to keep you on the edge for hours while they tickle you!” She whispered
“No Please! I can’t take anymore, this is torture!”
“Shut up you love this!” Diane retorted.
Her victim huffed and puffed clearly on the edge of madness. The whispering seemed to be turning her on and Diane found it hard to keep control over the vibrator, she dreaded being staked out next so carefully shifted back to a sitting position. Remembering how the blonde to her right had fumbled such a manoeuvre she glanced at her plight. Diane was amazed, the auburn woman who had chosen her was using the vibrator to tickle her tummy rather than stimulate her properly. It clearly tickled but wasn’t in the spirit of the game.
“Erm is that allowed?” She asked, catching the Goth Black Feathers eye.
“No, that is a forfeit I’m afraid!” Amy replied
“What? You just said it had to remain in contact with her!” The Auburn woman protested.
“Do you want it to be a double forfeit?” Amy asked sweetly.
Diane was overjoyed. The auburn woman was stretched out as the blonde was freed. She relished the torture that she would be able to inflict upon this redhead, but knew it wouldn’t last for long. The auburn woman proved to be dreadfully ticklish and several men from the crowd were invited over to punish her for breaking the rules. The remaining brunette was livid as The Goth girl announced there would be a short interval in which the tickle torture would continue.
“No you can’t!” She cried in union with the blonde who couldn’t stand the three woman tickling her mercilessly.
Diane laughed evilly, she had a bonus session with the red-head. Her delicious feet were already claimed by four of her torturers whilst another took the opportunity to tickle her tummy, which had previously been inaccessible. It proved to be a Goldmine and the woman’s begging increased in desperation.
“No please! Not there! You have to let me go!... You don’t understand!... This is torture!!!”
“Shhhh!” Diane whispered, sidling up to the helpless redhead and slipping off her boots.
The redhead whimpered and tried not to giggle, Diane was ecstatic she was the perfect submissive tickle slave. Diane began softly tickling the woman’s underarms with her fingertips whilst using her socked feet to tease the backs of her knees. Her victim desperately struggled as Diane triple teamed her, nuzzling her neck affectionately.
“Good technique! Red!...” The Black feather complimented as she passed by.
Diane ignored the Goth girl, she knew she was good. She could feel her victim quivering and ceased nuzzling to whisper in her ear once again;
“You are mine now, I am going to tickle you all day long!”
“No please don’t!” Her victim begged in a quiet voice.
“You are my prize and I intend to enjoy you!” Diane continued
“No please! You have to let me go I can’t stand this! I didn’t know how bad it would be!”
“Then you should have thought about that before you picked up a vibrator!” Diane replied
“I neve…ha-ha-ha!” The woman protested before breaking off into delightful giggled.
“What was that?” Diane asked.
“Oh she has been here since the start of the game!” One of the other woman replied.
“Really, let’s see if we can keep her here until the end of it!” Diane retorted
“No please! You can’t!... SAFEWORD!” The redhead cried.
“What was that, Diane asked as she continued tormenting the poor woman.
“SAFEWORD! SAFEWORD! SAAAFFFEWOOORD!” The redhead cried desperately.
“Sorry Hunny but this is a no-safeword game, you didn’t set one up at the start and you said you understood the rules”. The Black feather chipped in.
“I didn’t knoooo-ho-ho!” The woman pleaded through tears.
Amy beheld the scene, she remembered the rules about not pushing victims too far and decided begrudgingly that this one had suffered enough, for now;
“Okay we will need another volunteer from the crowd” She announced.
“Aww but we are just getting started!” Diane protested.
“Perhaps you can play some more after she calms down…” Amy offered.
Diane paused to consider this whilst the other women protested. The redhead was a rare treat that had brought out the sadist in each of them. A tattooed woman from the crowd volunteered, she was a newcomer with slight flecks of grey in her hair despite not looking a day over 25.
“Can they tickle me?” The tattooed woman asked eagerly, glancing at the redhead’s tormentors.
Amy and the other five women agreed and set about releasing the redhead. Diane was intrigued by the newcomer but too excited by her prize, still she watched as the tattooed brunette was stretched out, eagerly wiggling as her wrists and ankles were tied. Diane would have liked to stay and watch but The Black Feather had asked for someone to take the redhead to a place called ‘The Sanctuary’.
“Do you know where it is?” Amy asked.
“Yes” Diane replied with a smile, this wasn’t a lie; she knew where the sanctuary was she just had no intention of taking her prize there.
She helped the redhead put her black strappy sandals on, the poor thing’s hands were shaking too much to do it by herself. She still wore the leather shackles round her ankles and wrists and Diane secured a thin piece of rope that was lying around through the little loops on the ones still around her slender wrists. Her victim was almost delirious, and made no protest as Diane led her away. Diane smiled broadly, her cat-like face beaming with joy.
“Have her back here in an hour, we have another game scheduled” Amy called as Diane led her prize away.
“Okay!” Diane called back, overjoyed that she had won a tickle-slave.
She spotted a tent with a vacant sign and flipped it to reveal; ‘Occupied for private session’ written on the other side in large black letters. She slipped into the tent with one arm behind the redhead’s back.
“Is this the sanctuary?” The redhead asked.
“Not exactly…” Diane replied
“I thought we were going to the sanctuary?” The redhead asked, still disoriented from the intense tickling session.
“Just think of this as out little secret…” Diane purred.
The red-heads eyes widened as she realised she was in for more torture. Inside the small tent was a sheepskin rug and box containing an assortment of restraints and tickling devices. A few feathers and brushes lay scattered around the sheepskin suggesting that this tent had been used recently.
“Look please! You don’t understand!... I like to be tickled but I have never been tied up before!” The redhead pleaded.
“Then I won’t tie you up!” Diane replied.
The redhead was astonished, she was sure she was due for another torture session.
“You…. You won’t tie me up?” She asked nervously
“You like to be tickled, I like to tickle gorgeous women! Let’s just have fun!” Diane purred.
The redhead smiled; her captor was wonderfully charismatic, she normally wouldn’t let herself be flattered but when the brunette had called her gorgeous it made her feel warm inside. She was still tingling from her staked out ordeal and had begun to crave the orgasm that woman after woman had denied her to contribute to her ticklish agony.
“I have an idea, how about we play a little game?” Diane asked.
Later, the redhead wouldn’t know how her captor convinced her to stay in the tent. Within moments she was persuaded from wanting to flee to sitting on the sheepskin her ankles in the red-woman’s lap. Diane played with the straps to her sandals.
“I like these!” Diane purred.
“Thank you!” The redhead replied shyly, flexing her toes.
“And you have really pretty feet!” Diane added
“Thank you!” The redhead purred back, she normally wasn’t this vulnerable to flattery but she was really starting to warm to her new friend.
“I’m just going to take these sandals off so I can see those pretty feet…” Diane purred, fiddling with the buckles as she held her victim’s ankles in one arm.
“Okay!” The redhead giggled, she was nervous but didn’t resist at all.
Diane marvelled at the pale pretty feet as they flexed and curled in the musty air of the tent. Their owner giggled and kept them on her lap. Diane could feel that the woman was still incredibly turned on, she decided to play with her food a little before pouncing.
“These are sooo pretty, they are just begging to be tickled!” Diane cooed
“I’m very ticklish!” The redhead giggled, Diane attention enough to make her squirm.
“I know!!!” Diane beamed running one finger from the heel to the ball of her prey’s foot.
The redhead yelped and pulled her foot back.
“Oh no! You need to keep them there!” Diane chided.
“What?” The redhead asked.
“I am going to tickle you without restraints, if you can keep your feet still for five minutes I will reward you with that orgasm I know you still crave. If you pull them away I will tie you up for some fun!” Diane purred.
“I can’t take being tied and tickled! The redhead moaned, wide eyed but still not resisting.
“Well you had better keep still then!” Diane cooed, softly tickling both feet.
The redhead giggled and tried to keep still. Diane was gentle but her prey was so sensitive she could never keep still for longer than a few seconds. Diane gave her three chances and enjoyed watching the shy woman desperately struggle to keep still. The third time she let her resist for two or three minutes before using her evil red nails to scratch under her sensitive toes. The redhead instantly pulled her feet away.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk! Naughty girl!” Diane chided; “Let’s hope your upper body isn’t as sensitive!”
Again the redhead didn’t know why she didn’t just run, something about the woman in red just captivated her. Obediently she stretched her arms high above her head as the vixen straddled her holding a pair of soft feathers just above her milky white, soft and smooth underarms. Diane teased the poor woman, loving that she could watch the laughter in her eyes as she tried to resist. The neck was the key to breaking her and after the third strike Diane seized the woman’s wrists and began securing chains to the leather shackles still there.
“Don’t struggle now! If you struggle I will make it a hundred times worse!” Diane purred.
“No please don’t tie me up, I can’t stand being tickled when I can’t get away! You don’t understand! It’s like Torture!” The woman begged her soft melodic voice inviting the torture she dreaded.
“Oh it’s not tickle time yet!...” Diane purred securing the chains to the ridgepole of the tent.
“…Now let’s see what we have here!” She cooed as she selected a spreader bar rom the assortment of restraints.
Her victim allowed her ankles to be secured to the bar in the hope that the red woman would be merciful. Thar bar kept her feet apart and was attached to the central pole by a loop in its centre and to the sides of the tent to keep her from being able to turn. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her next but a part of her wanted to find out.
“Now since you can’t resist gentle tickles you are going to have to resist that orgasm if you want to be spared the torture you deserve!” Diane purred.
“No please! I don’t deserve to be tortured!” The redhead begged.
“Yes you do!... And do you know why?... Because you are just too pretty!” Diane teased; leaning over to look in the woman’s eyes as she slid one had up her red velvet dress, lightly stroking her soft thighs before finding her moist panties.
“Mmmm!” The redhead moaned. She knew she had to resist but the red woman knew exactly where she liked to be touched.
Leaning in closer still Diane kissed the redhead and was not surprised when she felt her kissing back. She broke contact to nuzzle her once more on the neck. Now it was time to see what toys were in that box. The red-head’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and feathers, ball-gags, blindfolded and other devious devices and tools were strewn all around as her captor searched for what she wanted. Finally she found it. It was small but would work!
At first the redhead didn’t understand, it was just a little pink plastic egg. Then her captor clicked a button on a little remote and it started to buzz. Without complaint she let the red woman slip it under her panties and felt it press against her. The redhead was still hot from before and had to struggle hard to keep control as her captor scrolled through the settings until she found the one that was just right. Placing a hand onto her victim’s crotch Diane applied just the right amount of pressure before leaning over her helpless victim to kiss her again. This time the redhead pulled away, knowing that she was close. Diane nuzzled her instead and she giggled and squirmed. Remembering how the redhead reacted when staked out Diane leaned over and whispered into her ear;
“I am going to tickle you all night long….!”
“Ahhh!” Her victim moaned in reply, desperately close
“You are going to be my slave!”
“Nnnmmmnn… ooohhhh!” Her victim quietly sighed, struggling to keep control
“When you cum, your mine!”
“Ooooh!”
“I am going to tickle you… all…. Night… Long!” Diane knew her victim was close and the verbal teasing was making it worse. After the last word she blew in her ear and watched her tip over the edge.
“I… I… I…. Nyaaahh ahhhhh Mmmmm!” The redhead moaned throwing back her head and letting the sensations flood over her.
The prospect of tickle torture faded as did everything around her. She felt her captor kissing her and kissed back her eyes tightly closed in sexual bliss. She lost track of time as one orgasm followed another. With one last shudder she finished. As her senses returned she realised that at some point the woman in red had stripped her, her soft red velvet dress was dangling around her wrists and she was left wearing only the panties. It had been an enormous release and she lay panting and sweating. Her captor watched her and played with the locks of her long straight hair, occasionally using them to tickle her underarms.
“You’re so pretty!” Diane purred.
“Tha…thankyou…” the redhead replied, adding; “You’re very sexy too!”
“You’re just so sexy I am going to have to tickle you forever, and ever and ever!” Diane cooed, her voice soft and gentle.
“No please don’t!” The redhead softly begged, her melodic voice still betraying the pleasure she had just felt.
“I love it when you beg!... Keep begging me nicely to stop and I won’t make it any worse!”
Desperately the redhead obeyed and softly begged as Diane explored her body, finding every ticklish spot form head to toe. She used feather dusters from the box to tickle her breasts and laughed as her victim’s nipples became rock hard. The feet were Diane’s favourite torture-spot and she made use of some toe-ties that attached to a second pair of ankle restraints. Glancing at her watch she released that she only had five or ten minutes until that Goth was expecting her back from this sanctuary place. She decided to switch the vibrating egg back on for the last stretch and forced the redhead to keep begging for mercy as she climaxed yet again.
Exhausted her victim sagged as the torture stopped. Diane sighed, wishing she could keep this one to herself all afternoon. The redhead was totally exhausted and collapsed to the sheepskin as Diane released her from her bonds. The red vixen had to redress her prize who giggled as her sandals were returned to her feet. Diane helped her up and guided her out of the tent, flipping the sign as she left. The redhead lent against her for support as she was guided back to the Goth girl. It was like she was entranced, Diane was tempted to just take her prize home but knew that she would probably get caught.
She wasn’t able to find the Goth Black feather but found the Asian woman who had been torturing the mousy blonde earlier. She was standing next to a row of Y-frame like device and waved at Diane.
“Hi Amy told me to expect you, wow she looks tired!”
“Yeah didn’t want to wake up from her nap!” Diane replied.
“Are you sure you took her to the sanctuary?” Lilly asked.
“Of course, tickled the waitresses while I was there and longed for the play session your Goth friend offered me with this one…” Diane replied innocently.
“Hmmm!” Lilly answered sceptically.
“What are these?” Diane asked, nodding at the wheels of feathers attached to each Y-frame device.
“These are for the feather wheel game. They tickle like hell as the victim’s try to resist climaxing. First one to climax stays strapped in. Everyone else gets to tickle those strapped in!” Lilly replied.
“Sounds like fun, which one do you want her on?” Diane asked.
“No please! You can’t do that!... No more!” The redhead begged.
Lilly was tempted, there was just something so alluring about the way the redhead woman begged. But she had keen senses and something smelt wrong here.
“Are you sure you don’t want to play?” Lilly asked.
“Yes I can’t stand being tied and tickled!” The redhead begged, adding; “It is a hundred time worse if I can’t get away!”
“I know!” Lilly replied with an evil grin, it was worth it just for the look of panic on the redhead’s face.
“No please! I will do anything!” The redhead begged, eyeing the feather wheels nervously.
“Okay we have a lot of other women who want to play, but you owe us! Head over to the rack we have some new arrivals we might need a hand with soon”. Lilly replied, slightly regretful that she wouldn’t get to see the redhead scream as twin rows of feathers danced either side of her pussy.
Diane tried to protest but couldn’t risk being discovered. She followed her captive to the rack and waited a while. Eventually she got bored and slunk off to find someone else to tickle. Meanwhile the redhead waited talking to the Asian assistants or ‘Lillettes’ as they seemed to be called. She wondered if she should report the red woman. True after the orgasm the tickling had been pure torture, but up until then she had sort of enjoyed being her slave. She continued to ponder this until more people arrived. She was amazed to watch the Goth Black feather from earlier be stretched out tight on the rack next to a brunette with a green feather necklace. Soon after an athletic girl was brought blindfolded and bound and secured to one of the Y-frame devices. A shiver ran down her spine as she joined the crowd to watch the spectacle. As she watched she learnt that the Goth was being punished for breaking the rules, slowly the redhead warmed to the idea of making the Red Woman suffer and started to compile her sob story…
To be continued
