BONUS STORY: Haloween tickles at a later castle event /FF

Andrea smiled as Simon locked her in the double stocks with Lilly. She wiggled her toes in their black and yellow stripy socks feeling the crowd's hungry stares follow their every flex and curl. Next to her Lilly gracefully held up her arms for Betty to secure them exposing her sexy underarms. The air was electric with anticipation.

Thanks to the typical English drizzle the crowd had been offered a rare treat: the chance to tickle Black Feathers! All of the female event organisers with the notable exception of Betty had chosen to wear Witch costumes as the tickling event was close to Halloween this month. The protection of her elegant Victorian governess costume gave Betty the perfect incentive to suggest a witch trial to entertain the event's patrons. A few of the crowd were trusted to enjoy private games in tents both in the Red Zone and the other areas of the Castle, with occasional checks. The majority of the crowd were satisfied with the chance to watch the event organisers get a taste of their own medicine though.

It was Andrea's turn to have her arms secured above her head. She knew she could expect no mercy; ever growing in confidence there were many women here the once shy woman had tricked into enduring tickle sessions after they took her fancy. It was a trick she had perfected since first devising a way to capture Priya at the first event. Next to her in the stocks her girlfriend had a similar reputation, often helping to bring her girlfriend's schemes to fruition. Because of this many scores would be settled today.... And re-settled, later when the vengeful villagers would be reminded of the unwritten rule of the Castle;

'Whatever you do, don't annoy a Black Feather!'

However the temptation was too much, and as long as they were careful not to stand out from the crowd there were soft soles, ticklish tummies and unbearably sensitive underarms all helpless, vulnerable and available to be tickled. This was an offer even those without an axe to grind would find it hard to refuse.

Simon used his deep voice to announce that the witches' punishment would commence and called forth ten members of the crowd who eagerly took up positions around the two temptresses who were already giggling with anticipation. Some began straight away whilst others waited for the command to start. Both women descended into hysterics immediately. Each had two patrons tickling their sides, moving between their hips, ribs, underarms and everything in between.

These torturers would swap occasionally with those directed to tickle each woman's tummy and legs. Lilly regretted her thin black witches skirt as a vampire chick found the torture spots behind her knees and inside her thighs;

"Do you like it there?" she asked in a sexy eastern-European accent..

Lilly just laughed in reply.

"Or maybe slightly higher!" The vampire asked moving up the insides of Lilly's thighs, loving the way her victim responded to her expert touch.

"Maybe I should keep going all the way up?..." She asked smoothly in a voice as sweet and slippery as treacle.

"I'm afraid you’re not in the Red Zone sweetie!" Betty chimed in.

"But I will make you suffer there later!" Lilly snapped between ragged laughter.

With that came the blindfolds. Andrea grew instantly more ticklish as her tormentors exploited her new vulnerability. Overall the torment lessened from an all-out gleeful assault to an unpredictable nerve racking taunt of her senses. She missed being able to watch Lilly suffer. The ordeal reminded her of her early days with the group when she had been locked in these stocks at the back, sometimes next to Lilly.

Her girlfriend's tormentors hadn't let up, the blindfold had given them the confidence to really drive her crazy. Her stockinged soles were even held back by Simon and Betty in the absence of toe-ties. Later Andrea would cherish the pictures and videos of them squirming in their purple and black stripy tights as twenty fingers scribbled up and down her soft sexy arches. Her own feet were receiving the same torture, if slightly ameliorated by the smooth fabric of her long stripy socks.

Andrea had always loved Halloween parties. Seeing her female friends and contemporaries in sexy costumes had always been a particular highlight. So many times she had been tempted to tickle a co-worker or fellow student's feet when they left them exposed. Back then she had been shy and reserved, but since her encounter at the beach her new friends had slowly brought her out of her shell. With their help she had brought many of her tickling fantasies to life. Now she was satisfying the fantasies of five men and women, each of whom had longed for the chance to test this Sandy Blonde and see if she could stand the torture she loved to dish out.

She did not disappoint! But neither did she resist. Despite being her most sensitive spot Andrea kept her feet perfectly still with the toes splayed out in their stripy socks. Lilly had been training her to remain still whilst being tickled. It had taken hours of practise but Andrea now kept still when tickled out of habit, baring the occasional twitch as her tormentors surprised her.

Simon called for the tickling to cease and summoned another ten eager patrons forwards. Lilly was livid whilst Andrea was loving every second. Whilst keen the crowd were not as familiar with her worst spots as Lilly and feeling them search her from head to toe was acting as an enormous turn on. Andrea loved to be tickled as much as she loved to tickle and giggled submissively as she waited for the new five to start their search for her worst spots.

Lilly grew more and more furious as the number of ticklers was increased to six per witch. She eventually had to be gagged as the patrons were merciless, loving the role-reversal and the anonymity her blindfold gave them. With her silence Simon and Betty began to interrogate Andrea;

"Confess you are a witch!" they cried

"I will never confess! I'm not a witch!" she retorted through giggles, remembering one of her favourite videos and loving that she got to experience it for herself.

It was apparent from her smile and giggles that Andrea loved this game as much as she loved the tickling. It wasn't until her blindfold slipped down and she spotted Esther that she made a full confession.

Esther was wearing White and Black stripy tights and Andrea just had to watch her sexy feet get stocked and tickled. She would be made to suffer for her sins first as four more patrons were invited to tickle her and Lilly's feet. The extra fingers were too much and both Esther and Amy had to be called to the stocks to help hold her feet still. Later these would be amongst Andrea's favourite pictures of this month's; her and Lilly side by side in the stocks, Simon, Betty and the two sexy Goth girls holding their flailing feet still.

At each event there were designated photographers, and during the tidy sessions the crew would enjoy recapping on the weekend's highlights. Lilly didn't enjoy the reminder of her humiliation, having lost her dominant sense of control during this ordeal. She didn't mind a few of the pictures that focused only on her girlfriend though, especially the one where her nose was all scrunched up and the blindfold hung around her neck just covering her sexy mouth.

Amy and Esther didn't notice the trap until too late. They had been called to the stocks as it was their turn next. Ingrid was also present but her huge soles would not be tickled until later, they were quite a treat in the Green and Black stripy tights she had finally found in her size. As Andrea and Lilly slipped their feet back into the protection of their boots the upper board of the stocks closed over their ankles. They each wiggled their toes in anticipation, Amy wore Red and Black stripy stockings and like Esther's tights the pattern clearly enhanced the effect of her helpless soles on the crowd.

Amy gulped; the crowd looked eager, the crowd looked hungry. And like the drizzle outside their passion for tickling sexy feet showed no signs of relenting.

Part 2: The halloween box of Hell in the Red Zone *F/FFFF

Andrea watched as the stocks were closed over Amy and Esther's ankles. She considered following Lilly who had gone to check on the courtyard. But Esther's soles were just so alluring. Also Andrea suspected her girlfriend needed a while after her humiliation. Lilly liked to be tickled but her session in the stocks had levelled her with the event's patrons. Lilly was neither snobbish not hierarchical but Andrea had noticed the manner in which her girlfriend balanced the scales in her mind;

She gave so much in organising the events...

In exchange she took her pleasure from the events.


A similar thing had happened with Amy since she quit her job. Like Lilly she was now suffering the wrath of the crowd. This would be the case even if Ingrid was not directing those with more savoury tastes towards her torment. Amy had trapped and tormented many a Blue Feather on the thinnest excuse to satisfy her desires. Meanwhile the gentle Esther was suffering a softer, slower torment. Her smiles and laughter were delightful as her beautiful feet were tickled in their white and black stripy tights. Feathers were used on her sensitive underarms, gently teasing in stark contrast to the intense fingertip torment that multiple hands delivered to Amy's sides, hips, underarms and ribs.

Despite the hypnotic effect of Esther and Amy's soles squirming in their stripey hosiery Andrea finally decided to check on her girlfriend. The drizzle had subsided slightly so she slipped from shelter into the courtyard. There were tents, gazebos and awnings to shelter the patrons from the rain. Meticulous organisation had mitigated for the weather.

There was also a large Bonfire raised from the ground on a large metal stand. Ingrid had insisted that no fires be lit on her precious lawns and gardens. Around it merry patrons drank hot chocolate and ate baked potatoes from the cafe. Although it was almost noon the thick homogenous grey cloud made it seem like early evening. Andrea searched for Lilly but heard she was in the Red Zone making preparations. Andrea decided to return to the stocks. Her girlfriend had side-stepped her humiliation by throwing herself into her work. Andrea was curious about the new game in the Red Zone but knew all would be revealed in time.

At the stocks she was mildly disappointed to learn that Esther and Amy had been released. Extra restraints had been required to restrain Ingrid who curled her toes in their Green and Black stripey tights. She chuckled boisterously almost daring the crowd to do their worst. Nicole meanwhile looked far more nervous. Andrea hadn't realised that her laddered and torn fishnet stockings ended in perfect fine sheer silky soles. They even had the seams and the re-enforced seems....

As Andrea watched it was obvious that they enhanced the ticklish sensations for poor Nicole. The crowd focused on her soles, some members of the crowd holding back her toes to keep her arches stretched out tight and vulnerable. Her toes too were explored whilst her upper body received the attention of an old married couple who seemed to take delight in verbally teasing the 'silly young girl'.

Ingrid meanwhile was subject to a more intense torture from more ticklers than Andrea thought possible. They seemed to climb over one another to get at her. Betty helped them out by attaching her big-toes to a short rod that could be held back easier than her strong large feet individually. Her increased vulnerability resulted in stronger thrashing and soon her bonds began to give. The stocks held firm but as Simon spotted the danger to the chains and bar above her head. The tickling stopped, briefly; Ingrid was expertly laid back, her arms secured back to metal rings set in the wall of the gatehouse. In addition there was a heavy board under her sheepskin to which extra restraints secured her arms tightly around the elbows. Now it was time for a taste of her own medicine as the crowd hungrily closed in for a chance to tickle the giantess.

Andrea watched for a while until the crowd began to thin as the oppressive drizzle gave way to a cool overcast afternoon. Wandering through the courtyard she noted how the weather complimented the torches and jack-o-lanterns. They had never held an event at night, and as a rule all games stopped as it got dark. This was a rule frequently broken by the Black Feathers, never-the-less the giggles and glee of the patrons at play filled Andrea with excitement for this new game in the Red Zone.

She had seen the tarp. Whatever it was needed to be protected from the rain and a big rectangle covered in blue plastic sheets was all Andrea had seen during set up that morning before the rain had come. Lilly and Simon had worked tirelessly as usual, but what little Andrea had gleaned could likely relate to one of the other new devices. Nothing could prepare her the spectacle that greeted her eyes as she entered the Red Zone.

Upon a huge oblong box of wood and dark glass sat four sets of stocks. Within the stocks sat four sexy women each with their arms stretched above their heads. Some were fully secured already, others were still having their manacles and chains adjusted by the twelve women dressed as angels. Their costumes were astounding; white or pale blue thin linen robes, with proper white feather wings somehow attached. Most of the Angels were blonde whilst a few in the white robes were brunette or Auburn. To Andrea's delight all seemed to be wearing brown leather Roman Sandals.

The women in the stocks were clothed in far less divine attire. The brown hessian or burlap spoke of Lilly's special tear-away torture gowns designed to humiliate the wearer as much as they titillated the viewer. Andrea beheld the four incarcerated women. On the left one looked a lot like her friend Siobhan, but she knew it couldn't be as her ginger friend was far too sensitive to stand an ordeal as these four women would surely endure.

From the overall spectacle Andrea knew that an epic dosage of brutal tickling was forthcoming. There were four incredibly sexy women; the ginger who looked like Siobhan, a sultry Brunette Andrea had made beg in her native Spanish at the last event as well as two newcomers. Andrea admired the petite sporty blonde with a high pony tail of thick straw-coloured hair, she had small pink feet with nicely rounded heels. Next to her was a slim young woman with Cyan-blue hair, multiple piercings and several tattoos; unlike the other three women she seemed to exude a nervous aura of excitement instead of quiet terror.

Using her privilege as a Black Feather the Sandy Blonde approached for a closer look. As she did so Lilly began to address the crowd who were already tingling with excitement. Although many games had been played, many cruel contraptions demonstrated for their peculiar ingenuity; this seemed like something new.

"Ladies and Gentlemen..." Lilly began

"Before you are four women willing to suffer excruciating torment for a chance to be the first to win a sensational prize..."

As Lilly spoke her girlfriend slipped through the crowd. She watched the stocked women curl their toes at the words 'excruciating torment' and knew the crowd were in for a treat.

"Yes!... One of these lovely ladies has the chance to win a rare honour. A new and exciting opportunity! One of them may become a Blue Feather for life!"

The crowd did not gasp but their collective silence spoke volumes. It was like they had collectively skipped a heartbeat. Such a prize! The cost of a Blue Feather necklace was considerably higher than that of the Green, allowing its wearer to choose when they got tickled. It had been at the first 'sampling' of the new Green Feathers at the long stocks that Andrea had discovered the Sultry Spanish Minx who now sat nervously awaiting punishment next to Siobhan...

'It was Siobhan!' Andrea realised.

The tall slim woman had soft pale skin with long narrow feet and just a smattering of cute freckles. She had never been able to afford a Blue Feather but had been awarded a Red One due to her unique condition. Soft feather tickles turned Siobhan on intensely. This had first been discovered in the long stocks on her first visit to the castle, and despite her promises and the application of a ball-gag nothing could stop her moans, sighs and howls to alert other patrons that she would climax again and again as a result of the gentlest tickling.

And she gotten loud...

Even in the Red Zone she had to be gagged. At first patrons had been limited to gentle tickles with feathers, the astonishing effect of which amazed them. Soon Amy and Lilly began to nibble at her boundaries, encouraging her to allow herself to be tickled naked and stimulated with vibrators. Both of these she had tried at private sessions with the girls, but was still a little uncomfortable enduring at the hands of strangers.

Siobhan did not live far away and had almost become part of the group, offering to help with things like costume and prop construction and even volunteering as a gardener for Ingrid. But still Andrea couldn't quite believe what she was seeing...

"Amy?... is that really Siobha..." she began.

"Oh yes! Think of this as her imitation ritual!" The Goth Black Feather replied in passing.

Lilly continued addressing the crowd;

"Now as you may have guessed our heavenly host will gently tickle the four lovely pilgrims with these soft feathers...."

As she spoke a few of the angels began to swirl long soft fluffy feathers in their victim's underarms. Each kept a serene look of peaceful beauty on their faces.

"What you may not be able to spot is the vibrators fitted into each of the supplicants' seats.... They must resist temptation or else spend the rest of the trial DOWN BELOW!!!"

With these last words red lights flared behind the dark glass of the wooden box revealing a long torture chamber inside. There were three sets of manacles on the walls between the torches and around twelve women dressed as demons with horns and tails. Some wore plush onesies whilst others only red body paint. All looked menacing in the strange light as they hissed and clawed at the glass.

"In addition to the total length of the trial each condemned victim will suffer for an hour at the hands, and claws of these devilish tormentors!"

Although the four stocked women could not see their likely fate both Lilly's tone and the reaction of the crowd clearly added to their fear. Any second thoughts were to be compounded by the last rule.

"And of course the final woman left up top is not safe, she must resist for five minutes before her trial ends and the hour of reckoning begins...."

With this the lights in the lower box dimmed and the angels set to work. There were three to each woman and each circled their subject softly swishing their feathers over any exposed skin. Andrea could tell that the vibrators had made contact although hysteria had yet to give way to arousal. She guessed that they were the long kind that Lilly had caused to curve in and push against the prone womanhood of each victim.

The angels seemed to be favouring feet as they slowly teased each victim. Andrea knew that Siobhan would already be turned on as two held her toes back and softly breezed white fluffy feathers in the gap underneath. Siobhan was red in the face and Andrea knew she would be the first to be condemned to the terrible tortures awaiting below.

The sultry Spanish woman to her left wasn't fairing much better. Her tormentors had identified her underarms as her weak spot as used several longer feathers to drive her insane. Andrea knew if they applied the toe-ties they could have her begging in minutes. Most of the angels kept their peaceful countenance as they tickled, but a few no longer mimicked the expression familiar from countless Christmas cards and allowed their sadistic smiles to break through.

Suddenly an alarm went off and red lights began to flash. Andrea knew it would be Siobhan before her chair began to lower with the stocks. It was an impressive feat of engineering but Andrea didn't have time to marvel as Siobhan slowly sunk, still trapped in the stocks with her arms being raised higher above her head as the entire contraption sank.

Her three angels and former torturers were distributed amongst the remaining contestants. Meanwhile all twelve she-devils began to slink towards Siobhan as her seat locked in place. Andrea didn't want to watch but was oddly captivated. The twelve demons had so far only begun to tease her, lightly tracing feathers over her soft skin and walking their fingers up her thighs. Andrea guessed it was going to get much, much worse for poor Siobhan; they had already blindfolded her and tied her toes.

As a timer began to countdown behind Siobhan Lilly addressed the crowd;

"We have our first condemned soul!... And for those of you curious about the timer it indicates that in just under five minutes her vibrator will resume. Should she climax again during her punishment a further ten minutes will be added to her penance!"

One of the demons was whispering in Siobhan's ear. Andrea shuddered in time with the helpless ginger, she guessed they were explaining the timer. She could just imagine them saying something like: 'We are never going to let you out!'

Andrea was transfixed by the vision of hell before her. The twelve demons hungrily tore away the scraps of fabric leaving Siobhan totally naked. As if they knew her weakness the twelve demons only gently tickled Siobhan. Using feathers and brushes until she turned pink in the face and vegan to howl. It was at this point Andrea realised the box must be soundproof. Most of the demons relented until one gagged the howling Siobhan, her banshee like cries no doubt echoing in their ears.

One of the demons began to talk to herself, it was strange. Andrea didn't understand until Lilly announced;

"I have just been informed that our first fallen-woman has enjoyed her second orgasm without the need for the vibrator!... This is a special situation and calls for a special punishment!"

Andrea watched horrified as Siobhan's chair was removed from under her leaving only the stocks and the tall back that held her arms. Supporting their victim the demons replaced the chair with a leather sling that hung from the roof of the box. Andrea knew it must be planned. Only this seat could be removed and there were no clips or supports for the suspension harness anywhere else. To confirm her suspicions the instrument of torture was produced uncannily quickly.

It was a feather wheel.

This was something Siobhan had shied away from finding genital tickling too intense. Now there was no escape from the twin rows of red feathers that turned slowly dragging their soft points infuriatingly across the soft skin to either side of Siobhan's wet dripping pussy.

One of the demons had slipped up Siobhan's blindfold to let her see the horrible device before it began its cruel dance. Now Siobhan twitched a frantic jig as over twenty hands and feathers explored the rest of her body. Not only could she not get away, but every movement made the feather wheel more unpredictable. It was apparent that she couldn't take another second and just as Andrea was about to leave the alarms sounded.

It was the Spanish woman. She screamed in rage as the trap door closed above her. Six of the demons abandoned Siobhan to circle her grinning wickedly. Although she couldn't hear it, Andrea knew the fiery woman was screaming threats and curses. Slowly her captors tied her toes before swiftly tearing away her make-shift smock. Humiliated the woman screamed as she was blindfolded and gagged.

Andrea forget her concerns about Siobhan, the Spanish woman had a taut sexy body that was begging to be tickled. Long smooth tanned legs and perfect breasts matched her feet: a perfect ten. Lilly interrupted her lustful stare, announcing;

"Now watch as these condemned soles suffer the fires of hell!"

The demons began oiling the woman's feet as others produced hairdryers. She groaned as she understood Lilly's pun: 'condemned soles'. Andrea knew how much the heat treatment could increase ticklishness if done properly. She also knew it was another thing Siobhan couldn't stand and was horrified to notice her soles were suffering the same fate. She decided to keep watching the Spanish woman as she could only imagine the impact the heat treatment would have on her.

Andrea was not disappointed. She had tortured this woman the previous month and thought she had taken her to the limit of her endurance. The demons had outdone her and now the woman thrashed so hard the entire box seemed to shake. Her stocks were too well-built however and she was set to suffer for a long time. As her tormentors applied more oil and introduced hairbrushes Andrea chanced a glance at Siobhan.

The contrast in technique was obvious. Whilst her soles were pink and clean her tormentors were sticking to soft gentle tickles. At first Andrea was pleased until she remembered her play sessions with Siobhan and Lilly. If you tickled her just right and never stopped sometimes she just never stopped climaxing. Eventually she hit what Lilly called her 'breaking point' at which point even the slightest touch was an unbearable mixture of agony and ecstasy.

Judging by her reactions and bright red face Andrea guessed Siobhan had passed this point a while ago and was now being pushed deeper and deeper into hysterical orgasmic tickle-hell.

Just as Andrea was considering calling for a stop to it all the alarms went off again. It was the newcomer with the bright cyan hair. Like the others she was stripped and toe-tied. Andrea marvelled at her tattoos but decided to move on, she had been watching for a long time and supposed she had better see if there was work for her to do.

'Surely Siobhan would be released soon anyway?'

With one last glance over her shoulder Andrea spotted the stocked blonde still atop the box of hellish delights. She was so close to an Orgasm the crowd could taste it, and only had a few minutes left to resist.

Turning back, Andrea watched as the twelve women dressed as angels crowded around her. Most used feathers not wanting to distract her senses from the unbearably close orgasm. One of the angels, a brunette was licking her toes whilst others ran feathers between them.

It was close, less than two minutes to go. The poor blonde was red in the face from exertion and tightly gripped her chains. Suddenly the alarms began as she wailed;

"Oh no! C'mon Please!'

The rest of her cries were cut off by the trap door as it closed above her. Andrea turned to leave, vaguely remembering something about an hour in the box and wanting to check that Lilly wouldn't drive Siobhan away by forcing her to endure it.

As she tried to find Lilly she noticed the angels climbing down from the top of the box. She stopped to admire them. She recognised a few and wanted to ask about the box and generally catch up. She was surprised when a door opened from the side of the box and a demon appeared.

It was one of the ones wearing mostly body paint and orange contact lenses. She beckoned and encouraged the women to;

"Have some more fun..."

Most of the women refused, a few shyly lingered and eventually slunk into a small ante-room. Andrea considered following them to check on Siobhan herself but before she could act the door was closed.

Andrea circled back around to watch the show. The Spanish woman was now suffering at the hands of six demons whilst Siobhan was reduced to just two and an angel. Andrea had to admit that they were keeping it slow and sexy but there was no way she could suffer this for another hour.

The rest of the women suffered a more intense torture. The Blonde and the tattooed finalist were having their soles subjected to the 'fires of hell' as angels and demons tickled their upper bodies. The Spanish woman was a firm favourite and still desperately thrashed her breasts jiggling hypnotically under the cruel pinch of nipple clamps that attached to her gag via narrow chain. She had earnt an extra twenty minutes of torture having climaxed twice, neither release had vented her rage. Her fury brought only further torment as she suffered the worst of what her captors dished out.

The blond enjoyed no mercy despite her near victory. Her pert breasts were teased with feathers until they became hard. Sweat glistened on her skin, the red light and fakes torches giving it an unearthly quality. As the second orgasm hit full blast her captors produced a set of nipple clamps like those tormenting attached to the Spanish woman's gag. Despite her protests the cruel contraption was applied to her helpless body. There would be no mercy here...

Both Angels and Demons moved between the victims rarely getting further than the Spanish woman who formed a natural block. It was for this reason that three of the angels did not notice as their blonde friend was pounced on and gagged.

By the time the demons had her stripped and manacled to the back wall it was too late for the other three who were easily seized as the torment of the stocked mortals continued unabated. One brunette and one auburn angel were secured in the manacles next to their friend. The demons taunted them as they cried for mercy.

Andrea watched transfixed as the remaining angel was forced to kneel in a small set of stocks at the tattooed girls soles. She had been licking her feet when the demons pounced and was now having her wrists handcuffed to the front of the stocks. Andrea didn't know what they were going to do to her but knew it was going to be good.

She watched the silent pantomime as one of the demons produced a small black jar. The angel protested and struggled as the thick black gooey liquid was applied to the cyan haired woman's soles. The angel still protested until a ball-gag was produced and coated in the strange black goo.

Suddenly Andrea realised that it was Marmite! Lilly had used this cruel trick! The brunette angel began licking in earnest, scrunching her face up as she clearly hated the taste. It was apparent some other threats had been made to coerce her into licking to soles clean, but Andrea could only imagine as to what. Not wanting to waste the prop the demon held it up to each shackled angel in turn before determining that the other brunette looked the most disgusted. Under duress and via merciless rib tickles the horrible gag was secured in place.

The four stocked victims never stopped suffering even as their captors examined their new prize. The kneeling brunette angel was softly tickled and began laughing as she could no longer lick her tormentors tickled her worse. Meanwhile the other three from her host were fitted with vibrating panties and thus the cruel game began.

The brunette had been the only one wearing panties under her robes and as such was fitted with a vibrating egg that was pushed into her with a leather and chainmail chastity belt. The Blonde and Auburn angels were punished with two more diabolical devices. Their leather and chainmail panties incorporated two streams of vibrating pearl strands that threaded between each woman's labia keeping the clitoris permanently stimulated.

The blonde was wet enough already to be stimulated with the device. Meanwhile one of the demons tickled the auburn angels exposed pussy with a series of soft brushes. Andrea knew how titillating and terrible these devices could be. The pearl strands turned the slightest movement towards rubbing and massaging the wearer's most sensitive parts. When the pearl strands vibrated there was no escape from pleasure as the blonde angel was finding out.

Lilly had first trialled these devices on Helen and a pair of Scandinavian helpers. Finding she liked the results she bought more and even made some of her own. It had not been long until she engaged her girlfriend in special little games involving the devices. Together the lovers kissed and caressed one another, each knowing that whoever climaxed first would be the one tied to the bed tonight. Sometimes they just wore the devices as the cleaned the house, each completing their chores as they desperately tried to resist the sensuous buzzing pearl-threads.

The crowd beheld the box and watched as the demons tortured both mortal and angel alike. Succumbing to the vibrators led to more demons and more tickle-torture, this much was clear to the rapt audience. The precise rules that the demons made up as they went along were not understood by the crowd, but the delicious torture was savoured.

Eventually Lilly found her girlfriend still unable to tear herself away.

"So they only trapped four huh?" She asked.

Andrea just mumbled before tripping over her tongue to ask if Siobhan was okay.

"Well she is tougher than I thought, I would have expected her to have passed out by now..." Lilly replied.

"Passed out?" Andrea asked.

"Yeah, those are the rules of her initiation, if she passes out she gets enough of a rest to get her strength back and then she goes on the rack..."

Andrea knew it was pointless arguing. It wasn't that Lilly didn't like Siobhan but she strongly opposed any patrons becoming Black Feathers. Even after her ordeal Siobhan would wear a blue feather necklace with a black tip and be subject to dozens of 'first volunteer' games. It would be worth it for the perks being one of the group's 'little helpers' brought.

As predicted Siobhan eventually could take no more and hung limp in her harness. Andrea was led by Lilly into the box of hell and became intoxicated with the sweet sickly aroma. She had not realised that the dark glass reflected on the inside, the effect was astonishing. All around her the red demons were tickling angel and mortal alike.

The kneeling brunette was admonished for not licking ALL the Marmite off her victim's soles. Her protests that it had been reapplied were ignored as she was stripped and secured in Siobhan's former harness. A fresh feather wheel and Marmite coated ball-gag would accompany the merciless tickling of her body and feet long after the hour of mortal torment was up.

Later, after taking Siobhan to the Sanctuary and doing her duties as a Black Feather here and there, Andrea returned to the Red Zone. Upon taking the now rested Siobhan to the rack Andrea passed the box beholding the three now stocked angels suffering as their captors tickled their Pink oily feet. Andrea guessed their soles had been subject to 'the fires of hell' and wished she could reach out and touch them. The blonde one's looked like ripe fruit begging to be plucked.

Later that night as Lilly kissed her Andrea would dream of being stocked and slowly lowered into the infernal box as the crowd watched. As Lilly began to caress her tingling body Andrea continued to fantasise. Tonight her orgasms would be much more intense as she mentally pictured being tormented as a fallen angel, then torturing her favourite victims whilst dressed as a demon. Something about the idea turned her on, especially as it tied into her desire for more intense tickle torture that had been growing over the past few months.

wooooghhhh this one is really hot

Phew!!!!!!!!!!!!!

xxxxxxxxx