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Prologue: Introducing Caroline & Maria Beach flashback fun FF*F/F
Well it is no fun if you get all your Christmas presents at once...
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Prologue
Maria smiled as she drove her friend Caroline to the castle. She had visited the tickle events herself many times and marvelled at the cunning methods of restraint and devious tickle tortures practised. She liked to watch other women get tickled out of their minds and would join in the fun whenever she could.
As a sultry 5' 8" brunette with a sexy smile and perfect shiny, freshly straightened hair; Maria received alot of attention. She noticed the many look her long legs and toned body received; whilst she didn't relish the attention she wasn't offended. Sometimes she curled her toes under her admirer's gaze, knowing what they wanted to do to her. She wasn't exactly shy but rarely spoke to the other patrons.
The monthly tickle events were Maria's little secret. She seemed so innocent and pure of heart but under her naive demanour she was a sadist. She particularily liked foot tickling and hearing her victims beg for mercy. She liked to ignore their pleas entirely as if they were nothing at all. Her nails were long and sharp and had reduced many a woman to tears.
Maria relished getting Caroline in stocks, she owed the tall sexy redhead a long slow torture session after that day at the beach in Portugal.
Caroline was one of Maria's closest and oldest friends. She was taller than Maria with a far more assertive demenour; she had a posh English accent but spoke fluent Spanish, coming from the British Protectorate of Gibraltar only a few miles away from Maria's hometown. The two had been inseperable once but had drifted apart once Maria had stopped travelling and started work in England.
Maria remembered that year travelling with Caroline and others, they had been all around Europe staying in hostels and partying hard after graduating. Once due to a mix up in Germany the pair were given a double bed instead of two singles.
They decided to top and tail instead of snuggling up next to one another. During the night Caroline's feet became too tempting for Maria and she gently began to trace her fingertips up and down the deep ivory arches. To her amazement Caroline giggled but didn't move her feet away. Maria's amazement gave way to surprise as Caroline began tickling her feet as well. Just as Maria was about to jerk her feet away Caroline expertly trapped them by pushing down on the tops of both ankles.
"No....now..." Caroline cooed; "Let's see who can keep their feet still for the longest..."
That night in Germany the two young women had slept little, instead they giggled and softly tickled one another's feet almost all night long. Maria had no idea who won their little game but felt closer to Carol afterwards, she had even considered confiding in her about her secret fantasies about tickling women but Caroline seemed different somehow.
Maria glanced at Caroline as they neared the car park. At first she had been happy when her friend said she could manage to visit just before christmas. Then she realised that it would clash with the tickle event. As she was contemplating how to cancel without causing offence or revealing her true desires an idea struck. She would take Caroline along and trick her into getting tickled. She had seen it done before and knew she risked a punishment session herself if discovered.
She scarcely believed it had worked. Under the guise of taking her to a christmas festival Maria gave Caroline the form to electronically sign. Maria's heart was in her mouth as Caroline slowly and meticulously read the first page. She watched her prey curl her toes in their black stockings and tried to think of a away to distract her...
"I had a message from Heidi the other day..." Maria tried
"Oh yes?..." Caroline replied, not taking her eyes off the page.
"Yes she actually helped work on the technology you use to sign these things securely" Maria lied.
"Really!...That's amazing!" Caroline replied looking up from the laptop.
"Yes it is on the last page, let me show you.." Maria was elated as she scrolled past the carefully worded clauses, she had tricked Caroline.
As her friend used the laptop to check her emails Maria contemplated making her wear the sheer stockings in the stocks. She could slip them over her toes. Around her ankles, through the holes and use the straps to keep the fabric tight. Maria had been amazed when Caroline had slipped her long sexy feet out of her leather boots to reveal the sheer black stockings with the re-enforced sole and seam down the middle. They complimented her soft pale feet perfectly hinting at her dark red toe-nail polish and creamy arches.
Maria wanted to tickle Caroline barefoot too, especially if she could get her buried in the sand. As it was December the long stocks were more likely. Maria had suffered terribly in the long stocks at her first event. She had made two mistakes when booking her place. Firstly she used 'Maria' as her Pseudonym, secondly she went with the cheapest option, just to see what it was like. Little did she realise that this meant getting stocked and tickled.
Maria really wanted a beach burial for Caroline so that she would suffer the same way she had in Portugal. Maria still remembered the oppresive sand pushing down on her that hot afternoon. 'Perhaps she should Box Caroline instead' She wondered as she watched her victim-to-be curl up and tuck her gorgeous feet away. Still Maria was overjoyed that Caroline would be a Green Feather and discover what it felt like to be on the receiving end of tickle torture.
It was a dangerous plan but revenge motivated Maria to be uncharacteristically bold. After all she had contemplated paying Caroline back for what happened in Portugal for years now. After the night in Germany Caroline had become distant. She objected to being called Carol and avoided eye contact with Maria.
This hurt Maria deeply and when they attended a beach party with a group of girls she became jealous. Caroline was sharing a roll-up with the group despite not usually smoking. Maria tried talking to some of them but found it difficult to maintain a conversation.
It was a private beach and apart from the twelve or so girls there wasn't a soul in sight; there were plenty of soles though, as many of the girls went barefoot or eore sandals.
Eventually Caroline offered Maria the joint, at first Maria refused. She didn't want to offend her friend who had scarcely spoken to her, but at the same time she was nervous and didn't want to be strung out on her first day of her new job in England.
"C'mon! Live a little, it is almost the end of your year travelling" Caroline cooed, blowing the sickly sweet smoke directly into Maria's face.
It was perfectly timed as Maria inhaled at precisely that moment. It smelt good to her she had smelt and smoked weed before but this was different. As she tried to resist she pondered what Caroline had said about it being her last week of travelling.
'Perhaps that is why she is being so distant...' Maria thought; 'She doesn't want to say goodbye to me....'.
Eventually the temptation was too much and Maria took a puff. Although the events of that day were burnt into her mind, Maria had only a hazy recollection of the events immediately after smoking whatever was in that roll-up.
She remembered tickling all of Caroline's new friend's feet, and laughing oddly as she wiggled her toes in the sand. A part of her knew she wasn't in control but the sensations felt amazing and she just couldn't focus. Eventually she fell asleep and awoke to the soft tickly sensations of Caroline's fingertips on her soles.
Maria tried to move but could only wiggle her feet and squirm. From her neck to her ankles she felt the oppresive prescence of smooth, compacted white sand. All she could see was the inside of her sunhat and all she could do was laugh.
"Looks like sleeping Beauty is awake..." Caroline teased, introducing her sharp manicured nails to her victim's soft soles.
"Okay! You got me!" Maria replied, not wanting to reveal just how much her predicament scared her.
"That's right, we've got you! And now we are going to tickle you.... All.... Day... Long!!!" Caroline purred.
"Nooo!" Maria wailed as several pairs of eager hands joined in the torture.
The verbal teasing was too much and Maria utterly lost control, thrashing to escape the sand trap. Any pretence of her enjoying the prank was lost as she failed to budge an inch. The sand was restrictive and only increased her helplessness. She didn't know how but she had been guided into a deep V-shaped pit whilst wrapped in a large beach towel. Her captors had even got her arms behind her back with her fingers pushed down into the sand.
All Maria's struggles achieved was to cause the sunhat to fall off. She screamed at the German girl looking down at her and was rewarded with a pair of rolled up socks inserted into her mouth. It was a private beach and the sock-gag did little but humiliate Maria. Still technically the girls shouldn't have been there so Caroline nodded encouringly to the awkward German teenager for her quick thinking.
At only 18 the quiet German girl with glasses and long brown hair expertly used a feather to tease Maria's neck. Her facial expression was burnt into her victim's memory, it was not a look of sadism or anger but of quiet intrigued curiousity.
The other girls Maria vaguely remembered in years to come. She had a fantasy of the beach's owner arriving to rescue her and make her former tormentors suffer as she did. Sometimes one at a time and sometimes in a long line of sensitive helpless soles. Maria liked to imagine making them beg. Caroline was always her favourite and at her first tickle event Maria had been Gobsmacked at the sand-pit. From that point on in her fantasies Caroline was always toe-tied, her perfect creamy arches stretched out tight to the little band between three sticks inserted into the sand.
The girls had taken it in turns to hold Maria's feet still as Caroline instructed them in the fine art of tickle torture. They had collected a selection of feathers from the beach and drove Maria insane by sawing stiff seagull feathers between her toes and scratching at her arches with the sharp points.
Eventually the feathers were relegated to her heels and the balls of her feet as Caroline wanted to use her nails on her arches. Maria begged with the last of her strength as Caroline's long red nails began their cruel dance. Her body was getting warm and a strange tingly feeling filled her whole body.
"Look at her squirm!" one of the girls cooed, curling her own toes in the sand.
"Yeeeesss!... You like to tickle our feet!... Not so much fun when it is you getting tickled is it?" Another chipped in.
"Oh no! Trust me she loves this!" Caroline added.
Maria tried to protest through her sock gag but her cries were indistinguishable from her previous muffled screams and laughter.
"I don't think she can take much more!" An Austrian girl said with glee; it was strange, Maria couldn't remember their names but she knew where they were all from.
"Do you think we should let her out?" A nervous Swedish girl asked, not understanding the Austrian girl's tone.
"No, let her laugh!" The Austrian girl replied.
"Do you hear that sweetie? No mercy here! This is the torture you like inflicting on others!" Caroline gloated, expertly changing rhythm to keep Maria in ticklish agony.
It was the sense of betrayal that had stayed with Maria the longest. Her nightmares of the horrible ordeal had faded to dreams of revenge but the hurt she felt that Caroline was the ringleader still burnt bright.
Caroline was exceptionally cruel. She sensed the arousal from Maria's involunary movements and muffled sighs. Wanting to prolonge the torture she called for the girls to cease and began oiling the hot soles with Suncream, they were soft and warm to the touch.
"We don't want these pretty feet getting sunburnt do we?..." Caroline teased to chuckles from the girls.
"Oh it seems I have too much oil, oh well that will reduce the friction. Do any of you girls have a hairbrush?" Caroline asked sweetly.
Two hairbrushes were produced and put to good use, swift scrubbing and slow circles proved to be the most effective techniques. Maria's arches were quickly identified as the best target and Caroline taught the girls the best tricks to keep Maria in constant ticklish agony. They were careful not to deprive the balls of her feet of the horrible little spikes and continued to run feathers between her toes and tease the sides of her feet with their fingers.
Maria didn't know she could suffer like this. Her arousal had brought her to the peak of her sensitivity and the hairbrushes were too much for her to bear. Caroline slunk around to tickle her neck with a feather, declaring;
"I want to see the laughter in your eyes now!.. " Caroline's voice was cool and calm.
Maria was enraged, her hurt had turned to anger as every nerve ending was on fire with arousal and the phantom tickles that spread from her feet over every patch of trapped skin. She had enjoyed a few pleasant dreams of tickling pretty women but never really masturbated before, Maria was catholic and knew lust was one of the seven deadly sins.
All her beliefs were forgotten now, every fibre of her being wanted the freedom to rub herself to ecstacy. Her constant involuntary movements kept her engorged womanhood rubbing against the bulk of sand, but as it restricted almost all movement and all she could do was laugh, scream and pray for release.
Caroline teased her neck with a feather and cooed;
"Yeee-ees! You love this don't you?! Did you know you can orgasm just by being tickled?..." Her voice barely a whisper, Caroline loved Maria's reaction to her teasing.
"Of course some women can't, they just get more and more turned on with no way to release the pressure..." Caroline continued cruelly...
Maria struggled desperately her heart racing; as humilating as being forced to orgasm would be, being kept on edge the way Caroline described sounded worse.
"I tell you what, if you don't orgasm within the next hour I will let you go. If you cannot resist then we will tickle you until sundown..." Caroline added.
Maria's mind raced, she had gone from desperately craving a climax to struggling to resist. The electric sensations filled her body as her feet were softly caressed. The hairbrushes had been put away at Caroline's instructions and now fingers and feathers began fondling every facet of her feet.
Caroline continued to tease Maria's neck with a feather whilst lighting another roll-up. With the joint lit she pulled away the sock-gag and watched her victim mwrith and pant. Her climax was so close it was palpable. She took a drag on her special spliff and lent in to kiss Maria passionately on the mouth.
She met to resistance and as the first orgasm hit Maria was kissing her back. The first wave of pleasure broke the damn and Orgasm after tumultous orgasm rocked Maria's young body. She could feel the effects of whatever it was Caroline had breathed into her but didn't know its full effects. Caroline lent back and smiled curling her pale toes in the sand as the stimulants took effect.
She had discovered the special strain of marijuana about a week earlier. She knew it was mixed with other things, she didn't know preciaely what but new friend's icould keep her supplied. The effects were unlike anything else she had tried, not only were tactile sensations enhanced but the slightest touch made her feel amazing.
Judging by Maria's reactions she was extra-sensitive to the substance and was about to pass the point where sexual pleasure shifted to a sensation so intense it was almost painful. Some of the girls had begun licking and nibbling her toes with instruction from her. Maria would have screamed but was too exhausted, her face was bright red as wave after wave of pleasure and panic relentlessly crashed against her.
"Okay one last tickle from me, and then we dig her out!" Caroline declared.
"Aww but you said we would tickle her until sundown!" one of the German girls protested.
"Do you remember the rope and those stakes we knocked into the sand?" Caroline asked to a nod.
"Well I think Maria would like to be stretched out so we can tickle all of her..." Caroline evilly suggested.
Maria tried to protest but was too distracted by Caroline's first teasing tickles.
"Hmm! Post orgasm sensitivity is a bitch! Huh?" Caroline cooed
In the short break Maria had ceased to climax. Her body ached for sleep but was kept alert by Caroline's expert teasing. Her tormentor did little more than the gentle teasing she had administered that night at the hostel but Maria's soles were so sensitive even the slightest touch was unbearable.
Maria was weak as a kitten and could not fight as she was dug out of the evil sand trap. The girls carried her to the patch of sand between the four stakes. Caroline instructed four of the girls to seize a limb each and pull. With Maria stretched out rack tight Caroline and another girl tied each of her limbs to the stakes.
Maria was stretched out and exposed. She screamed into the sock gag as her upperbody and thighs were explored. The girls were relentless and quickly and methodically found her worst spots.
"I think she likes it behind the knees!" one of the German girls announced.
Thinking back this made Maria angry, being discussed like a piece of meat as the cruel sadists pored over her. Soon she was fighting the desperate arousal again. She longed to pass out but found she could not. Little did she know that thanks to Caroline drugging her she was incable of escaping into the oblivion of unconciousness.
Maria decided to escape into bliss instead and began grinding her hips desperate for something to rub her pussy against. Caroline's cruel mocking voice interupted her efforts;
"What do you say girls? If she climaxes again we free those sexy breasts?!"
The girls were like hyenas and cackled in approval. Several would later regret their involvement but now they felt no guilt or remorse. This was in part due to the lowering of their inhibitions thanks to Caroline drugging them with the special strain of weed. But also each had an inner sadist that revelled in gang tickling the poor Maria.
The orgasm was inevitable and hit like a freight train. Maria's sock gag had to be re-enforced with a hand to prevent her from attracting unwanted attention. As her bikini top wad slowly removed Maria began to cry, she looked Caroline in the eyes but received no mercy. Instead the redhead ringleader cooed.
"Let's see if she has ticklish titties!..."
The girls took it in turn to run feathers over her nipples, marvelling at the way they stiffened and rose. Soon the nipple-tickles forced Maria to endure yet another orgasm which cost her the bikini bottom that was already sopping wet with quim.
As a final act of humiliation Caroline used a small fine make-up brush to tease the soft skin of Maria's womanhood. Exploring her under carriage before moving onto her pussy lips and hood. The sensations were too much to bear and Maria went beserk. It took all the other girls to restrain and silence her until Caroline finally tickled her to utter exhaustion. With one last orgasm Maria sagged, she could not pass out but no longer resisted.
The tickling had broken Maria and she no longer responded to stimuli properly. Instead she just laughed as phantom tickles haunted her fraught nervous system. She could not resist being reburied and only had a very hazy memory of the next day.
Occasionally one of the girls would tickle her exposed feet but they were mostly distracted by the Swedish girl who had taken her place as the group's victim. The poor girl had finally sucumbed to Caroline's spliffs and been found running her toes through the sand and giggling submissively. It didn't take long for the fiends to turn her giggles to screams and cries for mercy.
For Maria the ordeal had been so traumatic that certain memories lay dormant until Caroline's arrival for Christmas years later. Now she guided the bitch to the castle with an iron resolve hidden under a calm excitement. Even the stocks in the gatehouse didn't seem to tip her off.
Maria's heart was in her mouth as she gave their details to the Black Feather.
"So it is a Blue Necklace and a Green one for my friend..." Maria calmly explained, her heart fluttering.
"Hmmmm.... No!.... I have you down as two Blue Feathers..." The woman in 1920s clothing replied.
"That's not right..." Maria stuttered, confused and worried her plan had gone wrong.
" Actually it is!... " Caroline interjected, adding: "You see I already bought a blue one myself so refunded the one you paid for whilst you were distracted by my feet..."
Maria's mind raced.
"Y...you... already...." was all she could manage.
"Oh sweetie! Why do you think I came here all the way from Portugal?!" Caroline cooed, her voice sweet as honey but her eyes glimmering with evil.
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To be continued....
Well it is no fun if you get all your Christmas presents at once...
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Prologue
Maria smiled as she drove her friend Caroline to the castle. She had visited the tickle events herself many times and marvelled at the cunning methods of restraint and devious tickle tortures practised. She liked to watch other women get tickled out of their minds and would join in the fun whenever she could.
As a sultry 5' 8" brunette with a sexy smile and perfect shiny, freshly straightened hair; Maria received alot of attention. She noticed the many look her long legs and toned body received; whilst she didn't relish the attention she wasn't offended. Sometimes she curled her toes under her admirer's gaze, knowing what they wanted to do to her. She wasn't exactly shy but rarely spoke to the other patrons.
The monthly tickle events were Maria's little secret. She seemed so innocent and pure of heart but under her naive demanour she was a sadist. She particularily liked foot tickling and hearing her victims beg for mercy. She liked to ignore their pleas entirely as if they were nothing at all. Her nails were long and sharp and had reduced many a woman to tears.
Maria relished getting Caroline in stocks, she owed the tall sexy redhead a long slow torture session after that day at the beach in Portugal.
Caroline was one of Maria's closest and oldest friends. She was taller than Maria with a far more assertive demenour; she had a posh English accent but spoke fluent Spanish, coming from the British Protectorate of Gibraltar only a few miles away from Maria's hometown. The two had been inseperable once but had drifted apart once Maria had stopped travelling and started work in England.
Maria remembered that year travelling with Caroline and others, they had been all around Europe staying in hostels and partying hard after graduating. Once due to a mix up in Germany the pair were given a double bed instead of two singles.
They decided to top and tail instead of snuggling up next to one another. During the night Caroline's feet became too tempting for Maria and she gently began to trace her fingertips up and down the deep ivory arches. To her amazement Caroline giggled but didn't move her feet away. Maria's amazement gave way to surprise as Caroline began tickling her feet as well. Just as Maria was about to jerk her feet away Caroline expertly trapped them by pushing down on the tops of both ankles.
"No....now..." Caroline cooed; "Let's see who can keep their feet still for the longest..."
That night in Germany the two young women had slept little, instead they giggled and softly tickled one another's feet almost all night long. Maria had no idea who won their little game but felt closer to Carol afterwards, she had even considered confiding in her about her secret fantasies about tickling women but Caroline seemed different somehow.
Maria glanced at Caroline as they neared the car park. At first she had been happy when her friend said she could manage to visit just before christmas. Then she realised that it would clash with the tickle event. As she was contemplating how to cancel without causing offence or revealing her true desires an idea struck. She would take Caroline along and trick her into getting tickled. She had seen it done before and knew she risked a punishment session herself if discovered.
She scarcely believed it had worked. Under the guise of taking her to a christmas festival Maria gave Caroline the form to electronically sign. Maria's heart was in her mouth as Caroline slowly and meticulously read the first page. She watched her prey curl her toes in their black stockings and tried to think of a away to distract her...
"I had a message from Heidi the other day..." Maria tried
"Oh yes?..." Caroline replied, not taking her eyes off the page.
"Yes she actually helped work on the technology you use to sign these things securely" Maria lied.
"Really!...That's amazing!" Caroline replied looking up from the laptop.
"Yes it is on the last page, let me show you.." Maria was elated as she scrolled past the carefully worded clauses, she had tricked Caroline.
As her friend used the laptop to check her emails Maria contemplated making her wear the sheer stockings in the stocks. She could slip them over her toes. Around her ankles, through the holes and use the straps to keep the fabric tight. Maria had been amazed when Caroline had slipped her long sexy feet out of her leather boots to reveal the sheer black stockings with the re-enforced sole and seam down the middle. They complimented her soft pale feet perfectly hinting at her dark red toe-nail polish and creamy arches.
Maria wanted to tickle Caroline barefoot too, especially if she could get her buried in the sand. As it was December the long stocks were more likely. Maria had suffered terribly in the long stocks at her first event. She had made two mistakes when booking her place. Firstly she used 'Maria' as her Pseudonym, secondly she went with the cheapest option, just to see what it was like. Little did she realise that this meant getting stocked and tickled.
Maria really wanted a beach burial for Caroline so that she would suffer the same way she had in Portugal. Maria still remembered the oppresive sand pushing down on her that hot afternoon. 'Perhaps she should Box Caroline instead' She wondered as she watched her victim-to-be curl up and tuck her gorgeous feet away. Still Maria was overjoyed that Caroline would be a Green Feather and discover what it felt like to be on the receiving end of tickle torture.
It was a dangerous plan but revenge motivated Maria to be uncharacteristically bold. After all she had contemplated paying Caroline back for what happened in Portugal for years now. After the night in Germany Caroline had become distant. She objected to being called Carol and avoided eye contact with Maria.
This hurt Maria deeply and when they attended a beach party with a group of girls she became jealous. Caroline was sharing a roll-up with the group despite not usually smoking. Maria tried talking to some of them but found it difficult to maintain a conversation.
It was a private beach and apart from the twelve or so girls there wasn't a soul in sight; there were plenty of soles though, as many of the girls went barefoot or eore sandals.
Eventually Caroline offered Maria the joint, at first Maria refused. She didn't want to offend her friend who had scarcely spoken to her, but at the same time she was nervous and didn't want to be strung out on her first day of her new job in England.
"C'mon! Live a little, it is almost the end of your year travelling" Caroline cooed, blowing the sickly sweet smoke directly into Maria's face.
It was perfectly timed as Maria inhaled at precisely that moment. It smelt good to her she had smelt and smoked weed before but this was different. As she tried to resist she pondered what Caroline had said about it being her last week of travelling.
'Perhaps that is why she is being so distant...' Maria thought; 'She doesn't want to say goodbye to me....'.
Eventually the temptation was too much and Maria took a puff. Although the events of that day were burnt into her mind, Maria had only a hazy recollection of the events immediately after smoking whatever was in that roll-up.
She remembered tickling all of Caroline's new friend's feet, and laughing oddly as she wiggled her toes in the sand. A part of her knew she wasn't in control but the sensations felt amazing and she just couldn't focus. Eventually she fell asleep and awoke to the soft tickly sensations of Caroline's fingertips on her soles.
Maria tried to move but could only wiggle her feet and squirm. From her neck to her ankles she felt the oppresive prescence of smooth, compacted white sand. All she could see was the inside of her sunhat and all she could do was laugh.
"Looks like sleeping Beauty is awake..." Caroline teased, introducing her sharp manicured nails to her victim's soft soles.
"Okay! You got me!" Maria replied, not wanting to reveal just how much her predicament scared her.
"That's right, we've got you! And now we are going to tickle you.... All.... Day... Long!!!" Caroline purred.
"Nooo!" Maria wailed as several pairs of eager hands joined in the torture.
The verbal teasing was too much and Maria utterly lost control, thrashing to escape the sand trap. Any pretence of her enjoying the prank was lost as she failed to budge an inch. The sand was restrictive and only increased her helplessness. She didn't know how but she had been guided into a deep V-shaped pit whilst wrapped in a large beach towel. Her captors had even got her arms behind her back with her fingers pushed down into the sand.
All Maria's struggles achieved was to cause the sunhat to fall off. She screamed at the German girl looking down at her and was rewarded with a pair of rolled up socks inserted into her mouth. It was a private beach and the sock-gag did little but humiliate Maria. Still technically the girls shouldn't have been there so Caroline nodded encouringly to the awkward German teenager for her quick thinking.
At only 18 the quiet German girl with glasses and long brown hair expertly used a feather to tease Maria's neck. Her facial expression was burnt into her victim's memory, it was not a look of sadism or anger but of quiet intrigued curiousity.
The other girls Maria vaguely remembered in years to come. She had a fantasy of the beach's owner arriving to rescue her and make her former tormentors suffer as she did. Sometimes one at a time and sometimes in a long line of sensitive helpless soles. Maria liked to imagine making them beg. Caroline was always her favourite and at her first tickle event Maria had been Gobsmacked at the sand-pit. From that point on in her fantasies Caroline was always toe-tied, her perfect creamy arches stretched out tight to the little band between three sticks inserted into the sand.
The girls had taken it in turns to hold Maria's feet still as Caroline instructed them in the fine art of tickle torture. They had collected a selection of feathers from the beach and drove Maria insane by sawing stiff seagull feathers between her toes and scratching at her arches with the sharp points.
Eventually the feathers were relegated to her heels and the balls of her feet as Caroline wanted to use her nails on her arches. Maria begged with the last of her strength as Caroline's long red nails began their cruel dance. Her body was getting warm and a strange tingly feeling filled her whole body.
"Look at her squirm!" one of the girls cooed, curling her own toes in the sand.
"Yeeeesss!... You like to tickle our feet!... Not so much fun when it is you getting tickled is it?" Another chipped in.
"Oh no! Trust me she loves this!" Caroline added.
Maria tried to protest through her sock gag but her cries were indistinguishable from her previous muffled screams and laughter.
"I don't think she can take much more!" An Austrian girl said with glee; it was strange, Maria couldn't remember their names but she knew where they were all from.
"Do you think we should let her out?" A nervous Swedish girl asked, not understanding the Austrian girl's tone.
"No, let her laugh!" The Austrian girl replied.
"Do you hear that sweetie? No mercy here! This is the torture you like inflicting on others!" Caroline gloated, expertly changing rhythm to keep Maria in ticklish agony.
It was the sense of betrayal that had stayed with Maria the longest. Her nightmares of the horrible ordeal had faded to dreams of revenge but the hurt she felt that Caroline was the ringleader still burnt bright.
Caroline was exceptionally cruel. She sensed the arousal from Maria's involunary movements and muffled sighs. Wanting to prolonge the torture she called for the girls to cease and began oiling the hot soles with Suncream, they were soft and warm to the touch.
"We don't want these pretty feet getting sunburnt do we?..." Caroline teased to chuckles from the girls.
"Oh it seems I have too much oil, oh well that will reduce the friction. Do any of you girls have a hairbrush?" Caroline asked sweetly.
Two hairbrushes were produced and put to good use, swift scrubbing and slow circles proved to be the most effective techniques. Maria's arches were quickly identified as the best target and Caroline taught the girls the best tricks to keep Maria in constant ticklish agony. They were careful not to deprive the balls of her feet of the horrible little spikes and continued to run feathers between her toes and tease the sides of her feet with their fingers.
Maria didn't know she could suffer like this. Her arousal had brought her to the peak of her sensitivity and the hairbrushes were too much for her to bear. Caroline slunk around to tickle her neck with a feather, declaring;
"I want to see the laughter in your eyes now!.. " Caroline's voice was cool and calm.
Maria was enraged, her hurt had turned to anger as every nerve ending was on fire with arousal and the phantom tickles that spread from her feet over every patch of trapped skin. She had enjoyed a few pleasant dreams of tickling pretty women but never really masturbated before, Maria was catholic and knew lust was one of the seven deadly sins.
All her beliefs were forgotten now, every fibre of her being wanted the freedom to rub herself to ecstacy. Her constant involuntary movements kept her engorged womanhood rubbing against the bulk of sand, but as it restricted almost all movement and all she could do was laugh, scream and pray for release.
Caroline teased her neck with a feather and cooed;
"Yeee-ees! You love this don't you?! Did you know you can orgasm just by being tickled?..." Her voice barely a whisper, Caroline loved Maria's reaction to her teasing.
"Of course some women can't, they just get more and more turned on with no way to release the pressure..." Caroline continued cruelly...
Maria struggled desperately her heart racing; as humilating as being forced to orgasm would be, being kept on edge the way Caroline described sounded worse.
"I tell you what, if you don't orgasm within the next hour I will let you go. If you cannot resist then we will tickle you until sundown..." Caroline added.
Maria's mind raced, she had gone from desperately craving a climax to struggling to resist. The electric sensations filled her body as her feet were softly caressed. The hairbrushes had been put away at Caroline's instructions and now fingers and feathers began fondling every facet of her feet.
Caroline continued to tease Maria's neck with a feather whilst lighting another roll-up. With the joint lit she pulled away the sock-gag and watched her victim mwrith and pant. Her climax was so close it was palpable. She took a drag on her special spliff and lent in to kiss Maria passionately on the mouth.
She met to resistance and as the first orgasm hit Maria was kissing her back. The first wave of pleasure broke the damn and Orgasm after tumultous orgasm rocked Maria's young body. She could feel the effects of whatever it was Caroline had breathed into her but didn't know its full effects. Caroline lent back and smiled curling her pale toes in the sand as the stimulants took effect.
She had discovered the special strain of marijuana about a week earlier. She knew it was mixed with other things, she didn't know preciaely what but new friend's icould keep her supplied. The effects were unlike anything else she had tried, not only were tactile sensations enhanced but the slightest touch made her feel amazing.
Judging by Maria's reactions she was extra-sensitive to the substance and was about to pass the point where sexual pleasure shifted to a sensation so intense it was almost painful. Some of the girls had begun licking and nibbling her toes with instruction from her. Maria would have screamed but was too exhausted, her face was bright red as wave after wave of pleasure and panic relentlessly crashed against her.
"Okay one last tickle from me, and then we dig her out!" Caroline declared.
"Aww but you said we would tickle her until sundown!" one of the German girls protested.
"Do you remember the rope and those stakes we knocked into the sand?" Caroline asked to a nod.
"Well I think Maria would like to be stretched out so we can tickle all of her..." Caroline evilly suggested.
Maria tried to protest but was too distracted by Caroline's first teasing tickles.
"Hmm! Post orgasm sensitivity is a bitch! Huh?" Caroline cooed
In the short break Maria had ceased to climax. Her body ached for sleep but was kept alert by Caroline's expert teasing. Her tormentor did little more than the gentle teasing she had administered that night at the hostel but Maria's soles were so sensitive even the slightest touch was unbearable.
Maria was weak as a kitten and could not fight as she was dug out of the evil sand trap. The girls carried her to the patch of sand between the four stakes. Caroline instructed four of the girls to seize a limb each and pull. With Maria stretched out rack tight Caroline and another girl tied each of her limbs to the stakes.
Maria was stretched out and exposed. She screamed into the sock gag as her upperbody and thighs were explored. The girls were relentless and quickly and methodically found her worst spots.
"I think she likes it behind the knees!" one of the German girls announced.
Thinking back this made Maria angry, being discussed like a piece of meat as the cruel sadists pored over her. Soon she was fighting the desperate arousal again. She longed to pass out but found she could not. Little did she know that thanks to Caroline drugging her she was incable of escaping into the oblivion of unconciousness.
Maria decided to escape into bliss instead and began grinding her hips desperate for something to rub her pussy against. Caroline's cruel mocking voice interupted her efforts;
"What do you say girls? If she climaxes again we free those sexy breasts?!"
The girls were like hyenas and cackled in approval. Several would later regret their involvement but now they felt no guilt or remorse. This was in part due to the lowering of their inhibitions thanks to Caroline drugging them with the special strain of weed. But also each had an inner sadist that revelled in gang tickling the poor Maria.
The orgasm was inevitable and hit like a freight train. Maria's sock gag had to be re-enforced with a hand to prevent her from attracting unwanted attention. As her bikini top wad slowly removed Maria began to cry, she looked Caroline in the eyes but received no mercy. Instead the redhead ringleader cooed.
"Let's see if she has ticklish titties!..."
The girls took it in turn to run feathers over her nipples, marvelling at the way they stiffened and rose. Soon the nipple-tickles forced Maria to endure yet another orgasm which cost her the bikini bottom that was already sopping wet with quim.
As a final act of humiliation Caroline used a small fine make-up brush to tease the soft skin of Maria's womanhood. Exploring her under carriage before moving onto her pussy lips and hood. The sensations were too much to bear and Maria went beserk. It took all the other girls to restrain and silence her until Caroline finally tickled her to utter exhaustion. With one last orgasm Maria sagged, she could not pass out but no longer resisted.
The tickling had broken Maria and she no longer responded to stimuli properly. Instead she just laughed as phantom tickles haunted her fraught nervous system. She could not resist being reburied and only had a very hazy memory of the next day.
Occasionally one of the girls would tickle her exposed feet but they were mostly distracted by the Swedish girl who had taken her place as the group's victim. The poor girl had finally sucumbed to Caroline's spliffs and been found running her toes through the sand and giggling submissively. It didn't take long for the fiends to turn her giggles to screams and cries for mercy.
For Maria the ordeal had been so traumatic that certain memories lay dormant until Caroline's arrival for Christmas years later. Now she guided the bitch to the castle with an iron resolve hidden under a calm excitement. Even the stocks in the gatehouse didn't seem to tip her off.
Maria's heart was in her mouth as she gave their details to the Black Feather.
"So it is a Blue Necklace and a Green one for my friend..." Maria calmly explained, her heart fluttering.
"Hmmmm.... No!.... I have you down as two Blue Feathers..." The woman in 1920s clothing replied.
"That's not right..." Maria stuttered, confused and worried her plan had gone wrong.
" Actually it is!... " Caroline interjected, adding: "You see I already bought a blue one myself so refunded the one you paid for whilst you were distracted by my feet..."
Maria's mind raced.
"Y...you... already...." was all she could manage.
"Oh sweetie! Why do you think I came here all the way from Portugal?!" Caroline cooed, her voice sweet as honey but her eyes glimmering with evil.
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To be continued....
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