Christina was walking down the darkening street, happy and looking forward to the night. She was on her way to a costume party, dressed as a sexy witch. She was wearing a skin tight sleeveless crop top, matching black miniskirt and the whole package was completed by a pointy, stylish witch hat and a cape reaching her knees, that shared the dark color scheme. Her neck-long hair was already black, her skin was pale and her lips were painted bright red. She was proud of her athletic body, and loved showing it off with skimpy outfits like this, and didn't mind having to walk to the party for that exact reason. The 23 years old maiden knew she was an exceptional beauty, and liked attention. Which is why she was actually delighted when a stranger bothered her to take a photograph.
"Excuse me miss..."
A platinum blonde woman with long hair and wearing a stylish black leather jacket and a matching ankle long skirt stopped her. She looked all over Christina with her deep blue eyes, and smiled.
"Your outfit is magnificent... Do you mind if I take a photo of you? I'm a photographer, and you're truly magnificent sight!"
Christina smiled, pleased.
"Photographer, eh? Sure."
"Yes, thank! Are you interesting in modeling, by any chance? Give me your contact information, I'd love to have you over in my studio for an actual photo shoot."
Christina was the easily impressionable sort, no matter if she received compliments from a man or from a woman. She was just getting increasingly worried of details of her outfit and makeup... A sudden chance in modeling? The girls in the party would not believe this!
"Sure! My name is Christina. And you are..."
"Maria. Nice to meet you Christina! Now, if you don't mind, could we walk somewhere a bit more discreet? It takes just like 10 minutes, and I'd love to photograph you in more appropriate setting! Something darker and more mysterious. Like that alley over there?"
"Of course, I'd be happy to."
Christina walked to the alley Maria had pointed towards, and saw a car parked there, blocking most of it.
"There's a car in her, Maria. I don't think we fit to shoot here. Maybe some oth-"
Christina's speech was cut short by a moist rag showed on her face, and she started to black out without even realizing what's going on. She fainted, and Maria dragged the limp body of the woman she drugged to the trunk of the car, and drove off. As she was driving, she made a phone call.
"This is Maria. I got one again. Yes, prepare everything..."
*
Christina woke up to sounds of chanting. She opened her eyes, and realized she's in a torch-lit room with stone walls, surrounded by figures clad in black robes covering their bodies, their faces included. They were singing some sort of creepy hymn, and Christina reacted as anyone would.
"EEEEK! What the fuck? Who are you?"
She got up and backed off against a wall behind her, and made the terrible realization that her arms were tied behind her back with a soft robe. Her pointy hat was gone, as was the cape, but rest of her witch outfit was still intact.
"What is going on?"
Christina was seriously starting to freak out. The robed figures ceased their chanting, and one of them walked forward.
"Christina, you have sinned, and the deliverance has brought you to our hands to suffer your just punishment on Earth before your eternal punishment in Hell begins."
Christina could not make anything out of the robes of those people, not even their genders, and recognized this one as Maria solely because of her voice.
"Maria? What the fuck are you doing?"
Maria pulled her hood back a bit, revealing her blonde hair and her lower face under it.
"Allow me to explain. We are part of an old order, dedicated to fight Satan's influence on Earth, and to punish those who spread his poison and do his infernal bidding. We suffer no sin. And you... Your decision to honor the lord of evil by masquerading as his servant is no different from worshiping him directly. You have chosen the path of sin, and will suffer for your choices. We will see to it."
"I... I don't understand Maria. What the hell are you talking about? I was just dressing up as a witch for God's sake, for a fucking costume party!"
"Maybe you will understand when you see. Many of our prisoners do, only for their own torments to begin. You will witness the punishments of your fellow sinners, and see what awaits you for playing with Satan's ways!"
Three robed zealots grabbed Christina and forced her to follow Maria in a torch-lit corridor. There were doors at both sides of the corridor, and Christina could hear faint screams inside some of them. Christina's mind was racing. What on Earth is this place? It was so surreal. A medieval styled dungeon with torches, wooden doors and robed crazies... She could not believe something like this could take place in 2019. This felt like a series of Goddamn torture chambers!
Unfortunately for Christina, she thought right.
*
As the approached door of the torture chamber, Maria explained it's inhabitant's "crimes" against God to Christina.
"Over here we got Jessica. One of those goths as they call themselves... She is an obscene woman. Takes pride in her pale, brooding character. It's not a terrible sin yet, but marking herself for the Devil with diabolic tattoos is. One of my sisters spotted her on the street, proudly exhibiting the terrible mark in her skin in the most disgraceful ways. Now, she is paying for it."
The door to the torture chamber opened, and Christina gasped as she was greeted by voices of hysterical laughter and begging instead of screams of pain and terror, but the woman in the torture chamber was suffering indeed - under different kind of agony, that still sent shivers down Christina's spine. She saw a pale woman with long jet black hair and huge breasts tied standing on a wooden pole, ropes holding her firmly against it. The rope restrained her entire body from ankles to ribs, leaving her gigantic tits exposed, and additional ropes were bound across her upper chest and head, over her forehead. She had a black pentagram tattoo just above her breasts, that was clearly visible on her pale porcelain skin. Christina guessed that it must be the "diabolic" tattoo Maria talked about. Jessica's arms were pinned against the pole behind her, and Christina saw the horror this poor woman was being subjected to. There were two robed zealots in front of her, and both of them were using large turkey feathers to tickle the restrained gothc lady's breasts, each constantly using a single feather to tickle her nipples. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as her mouth was open for constant ticklish wailing, a mix of hysterical laughter and shrieks.
"She actually fell to same temptation as you did. We offered her a modeling photo shoot, a chance to profit from her vanity... And here she is now. Watch carefully, Christina. This is all small taste of your coming punishment."
Christina watched, horrified and in silence. Jessica's eyes were wide open in ticklish terror as her pleading, insane gaze was fixed on her torturers in front of her, who continued their terrible feathering work without giving poor Jessica any respite. She watched this terrifying torture show for several minutes, until Maria turned around to leave and the robed zealots and their hapless captive followed her out.
"Now, when your own sentence is at hand, I hope you will understand Christina. No Godless deed remains unpunished. Not in this world or the next. There is still much for you to see, much for you to understand, before facing your own earthly judgement."
Christina's heart was beating faster than ever. These lunatics were tickling people! Out of all things it had to be tickling! Christina had always been extremely ticklish, something her friends had often teased her about, and imagining being tied like that while tickling would be real torture for her. Christina was wishing she would wake up from this bad dream soon, but it just would not happen, as her very real captors took her deeper to the torture dungeon.
*
Christina was eventually taken to another torture chamber, which was housing two victims, but only one torturer. More weren't needed, as the single zealot was there only to operate torture devices bringing ticklish agony to the unfortunate captives of the cult. Both victims were young, Christina estimated them to be in their late teens. They were bound on wooden torture racks opposite each other, naked like the goth girl was, and laughing in hysteria.
One of the girls was a short and thin black girl with curly dark hair, shaking and trying to writhe in a ticklish panic as she laid on the torture rack, a large feather pendulum attached to the ceiling swinging above her. It kept sweeping over her belly, over and over again, which obviously was her weakest spot as could be told from the surprisingly loud hysterical cackling from such a little young lady. She was wiggling her feet like crazy, shaking her head tearful eyes wide open and clenching her fists and opening them again fingers flailing, as the cruel pendulum seemed to bring her deeper and deeper into depths of ticklish madness by each swing.
The another girl imprisoned there was a taller young lady with light brown hair and lightly tanned skin. She was also restrained on a torture rack, and had two feather wheels attached to crank spinning against her feet as the torturer in the room was turning the crank. She wiggled her feet desperately and her squirming was similar to her ebony comrade's in torment, but no matter how she tried to position her poor feet, the agonized expression on her laughing face didn't change for the better. It was obvious to Christina that this girl was deathly ticklish all over her feet, and touches of feathers were pure torture for her no matter how she received the tickling.
Maria looked at Christina and explained the sins and identities of these girls.
"Meet Frida...", she said pointing at the suffering black girl.
"...and her best friend Patricia.", nodding towards the poor tanned brunette, whose feet were subjected to perpetual feathering.
"They used to be college girls who wanted to start a horror movie club. We were most shocked to see their posters they tried to recruit members with. Satanic imaginary! Their favorite films mentioned, including truly deranged mockery of faith and horrible portrayals of Satanic forces! We can't allow corrupted souls like those two to infect other young women with their poison, so some of our membership posed as curious fellow students interested in their club... And swiftly abducted the sinners after their first meeting. I've been told they were very excited to get so many members... Now they laugh about their vile intentions for rest of their lives, in this pit meant for them."
Christina was getting both more horrified, and angry. Those poor teenagers were just nerdy girls looking for likeminded people, and they ended up victims of these lunatics. As she was being taken out of the torture chamber, she snapped and started lashing out at Maria.
"You bastards! They only wanted to watch horror movies! And that woman before just had tattoos she liked! What kind of fucking maniacs are you? How the hell did they ever hurt anyone?"
Maria kept her sardonic smile as she replied.
"Their intention does not matter. What they represent matters. Unless we fight evil in it's every form, no matter how trivial, we allow it which is a sin in itself. You are not being lectured of our philosophy, however. You are being exposed to it directly. Let us continue."
Christina tried to answer but words got stuck in her throat. Instead, for the first time during her ordeal, she started to cry as the sadism of her captors and despair of her own situation was truly dawning on her. They were vile maniacs, merciless and beyond any reasoning. Sobbing Christina was dragged after Maria, whose spirits were just lifted by sinking moral of their new prisoner. She would be a pleasure to break.
*
Christina, whose face was now getting wet of tears of rage, frustration and fear, was led on further to the complex, past several doors - and hopeless women occupying them - until they stopped by the door through which she could actually hear some screams.
"Here, you will witness a special torture for special sinners. Four women, all members of disgusting black metal band Sluts of Satan... The name they chose to refer to themselves should make hearts of every faithful filled with righteous rage already! We were lucky with them. Their tour bus broke down as we were stalking them for extraction, and they were happy to get a ride from a sister tailing them. She directly brought them here, and they didn't realize what was going on until they were in ropes, as you are now."
Maria started to slowly open the door, and screaming laughter echoing from inside grew clear and loud. Something else could be heard in the middle of hysterical giggles and screams - moans?
Christina was taken inside to witness the torturous punishments of all four members of the band, and she saw right away what was giving their voices the erotic vibe. They were all tied side by side to what seemed like modified gynecologist's chairs, their legs spread, and each naked woman had a robed zealot in front of them, slowly and methodically stroking their pussies with feathers. In addition to that, every woman had two other torturers assigned to punish them for being members of a provocative band.
"Singer, guitarist, bass and drums..." Maria said as she pointed to them individually, speaking to Christina's ear in order to be heard over the laughter.
"They are now part of the most beautiful orchestra... We much rather listen to sounds of divine justice than blasphemous noise they used to play."
All of the women had jet black hairs, and Cristina was pretty sure they were are dyed. Each of them were skinny women in their mid twenties, and like victims Christina had seen before, suffering tickle torture on what probably were their personal weak spots.
Singer of the band was a tall woman with quite small breasts and very long straight hair, and the two ticklers were both focused on her ribs. Their four hands and 20 fingers were dancing on it elegantly, making the poor singer writhe as much as her bounds allowed her to. The guitar player had extremely short hair, barely having any to speak of, and had thrown her head back in hopeless moaning laughter as both of her ticklers were tickling her feet, holding her toes back and keeping her feet immobile as their long nails were raking her soles. The bass player was a short, bit chubby, and her ticklers were both standing at her sides, both using one hand to squeeze her obviously excruciatingly ticklish thighs, as their other hands were holding feathers to torment her nipples. Her expression was weird and tortured mix of pleasure, frustration and ticklish terror as she laughed, her laughter including much more moans than of others. Finally, the drummer, most fit and muscular woman of the band with the most amazing - and by now most sweaty and messy - hair was suffering tickling on her belly, the hands of her skilled torturers kneading her abs pitilessly as she thrashed her hair in agony. The torment of all women was clearly made even worse by the constant feathering of their pussies, that served very special purpose, as Maria would explain in the more quiet hallway as Christina was taken out.
"The ticklers of their womanhoods are under orders to never allow them to reach orgasm. They are obscene women, who wanted to whore themselves to the Devil... Sluts of Satan... It serves them right to never experience another climax for rest of their lives. Even their cell contributes to their punishment. Their arms are always shackled behind them, and they are kept tied to the walls with chained leashes around their necks. They will never know release from the denial torture. Not even through their own hands or - God forbid - each other's mouths. I haven't witnessed it, but I've been told it's entertaining to watch them squirming on the floor of their cell, desperately trying to pleasure themselves. Harlots!"
Christina didn't say anything at first. She just stared down towards the floor as they walked. She slowly raised her head and looked at backside of Maria walking in front of her, and stopped, refusing to move and shouting at Maria.
"These women have done nothing wrong! I haven't done anything wrong! I dare you, evil bitch! Show me one, ONE person who has done something to deserve this! You are all insane, sadistic freaks! You got no right, no God would condone this!"
Maria turned around, and walked at Cristina who struggled against her escorts. She grasped her chin, and looked her in the eyes.
"Very well then. I'll let you see someone truly wicked."
She turned around, and Christina was forced to follow once again. She was on the verge of a breakdown. These people could not be this out of touch with reality. They can't be locking people up and torturing them for petty sins like this. Not in 2019. It was incomprehensible. True insanity. Christina didn't know why, but she wanted to see one, just one actually evil victim in this dungeon. She could not understand the nature of this place, she wanted to make some sense to it, some justification for all this cruelty. And so, her macabre sightseeing in the dungeon continued.
*
"What you are about to see next is one of the worst sinners we have. Worshiper of material to the extreme, arrogant and proud. On top of that corrupter of minds of the innocent, where she has planted seeds of Godless evil."
The door to the next torture chamber opened, and Christina was forced to witness next victim of the cult. She was a mature woman with brown skin and long dark hair, now incredibly messy. She was naked like the rest, and tied on a wooden chair with sturdy stocks in front of it. Her legs were locked in these stocks from the ankles, and furthermore her toes were tied to it to prevent any movement of the feet, and Christina could see why. There was a goat in front of the stocks, and it was licking brine off her soles greedily. The brine was applied by a cultist standing next to the bench, holding a bucket of it and a large brush, that was used too smear more to her feet whenever it looked like goat was finished with one foot. The woman was struggling, shaking her head and screaming with her eyes closed shut, her body glistening with sweat. Christina was forced to watch this spectacle for long, creeping minutes, through several coatings of new brine, as the unending torture just went on and on until Maria thought that Christina has seen enough.
"W...What did she actually do?", Christina asked in soft voice as they got out and cackling of the poor woman was muted by the closed door.
"As I said, worshiper of material and arrogant corrupter of young minds. She is Ruby Roshita, used to be an university professor - daughter of one of our member's attended her lectures, and was led astray. She abandoned our ways and abandoned God... It's unforgivable, and it was all her fault. She made mockery of spiritual so lightly, was so blinded by her so called science that she would have dragged others to damnation with her... It's only fitting that such woman of progress is made to suffer one of our most traditional tortures."
Christina was almost speechless. This was the worst sinner they had? This was the pinnacle of evil for these nutcases?
"H-how can you? How can you do this? She was doing her job, teaching! You can't-"
"You understand the severity of her crime soon."
Christina was led to torture chamber right next to it. As the door opened, a peculiar wall of sound hit Christina's ears right away. It was constant muffled screaming, louder such that Christina could have ever imagined. As she was taken inside, she saw it's source. A young, pale redheaded woman was tied on a wooden table, dozens of leather straps holding her on her back. Her legs were straight and her arms were pressed against her sides, and the leather straps held almost her entire body down, her head included. She was gagged, a white rag stuffed in her mouth and held on it's place with a soft rope, and she stared straight up to the ceiling with eyes filled with pure horror as she screamed for her life to the gag, the pained howling barely recognizable as tortured laughter. The laughter was forced out of her by a torturer using a single finger to tickle her belly button that the leather straps left exposed, something that clearly was pure torture for the pure girl. Her freckled face was soaking wet of sweat and tears that kept flowing from her eyes, as the twirling feather never left her deep belly button. She was struggling so hard that the wooden table she was tied on creaked, but unfortunately for this tormented maiden, it would not break and relieve her of the peril. Not even for a moment. Christina could hear that the gag truly was necessary, as such screamer's wailing would not be contained even by the thick walls and strong door
As Christina was taken out, she was surprised to see saddened expression on Maria's face.
"That girl..." Maria said in sorrowful voice.
"...that girl is the wayward daughter I mentioned. She had abandoned our fate, and she must be punished for it. She will be tortured for her sins, and because of what? For influence of evil. For power of Satan. It took her. And we can make no exception. Even if she was tempted by evil, she chose to accept it. She must suffer for it. That is why we do this. To prevent influence of dark forces from spreading."
"But that's one of you! And she's innocent like all the rest! How could you do this to her? How could her family allow this?", Christina snapped.
"Believe me, they mourned the loss of their daughter dearly, but it's not all bad for them. After all, the sister you saw coating feet of Ruby was her mother. Nobody else could punish her with greater zeal!"
Cristina lowered her head again and started sobbing again. They would torture even their own, condemn their own daughters to lifetime of tickle torture for whatever they perceived as sinful. She was quickly losing the last bits of hope she was having, but the bizarre tour wasn't over yet.
*
Christina was taken to a large torture chamber next, where she was greeted by three women ted standing on wooden crosses, their armpits and midriffs relentlessly assaulted by two torturers for each poor woman. One was standing behind each victim and ruthlessly tickling their armpits, and the other in front of them focused on frontal torture.
Women from left to right were two blonde ladies, teenager and a mature woman, who looked alike a lot, and an Asian lady probably in her 30s. The blondes had long hair, deep blue eyes and large breasts, and the tickler in front of them focused on their ribs and tits, alternating between the spots as the women laughed. The Asian woman who giggled like a girl half her age was getting her toned midroff tickled, fingers of the torturer in front of her focusing on her sides. The upper bodies of all three ladies were completely immobile against this torture, and the tickling that struck their hapless armpits from the behind was tireless and constant, there was not a second's respite for them in this punishment.
When Christina was taken out, she just listened meekly, feeling defeated before her own torture even begun.
"They were part of occult society that was holding a coven in local library... They might not have seen it that way, but that is what they are! The blondes are mother and daughter who were interested in paranormal... In other words vile heresies and sorcery, and were often in the library to conduct their evil studies. One of our sisters works there, and knew that it could not be allowed. She tipped us off for the satanic deeds taking place there, and we kidnapped the foul would-be witches, and burned every book we found at their house. As for the third woman... She's the librarian who used to aid them. Even ordered books for them! She claimed to us many time that she was just doing her job as asked, but it doesn't diminish her guilt a bit."
The continued on as Maria kept talking in an ominous tone.
"I wanted to show you the suffering of these sinners the last, because their crime isn't unlike yours... Flirting with the supernatural is a dangerous game. You might not only make yourself hellbound, but might drag others with you by just showing example with your contempt for God! No sin is too minor to avoid punishment."
*
Christina was led to a yet another torture chamber, but it was empty except for an unoccupied torture rack in the middle of it.
"This is end of the line for you, witchy sinner. May God have mercy on your soul. We won't have any on your body."
Christina's survival instincts kicked in, and she started fighting back and begging with all she got as the zealots untied her and started to forcibly strip her, tearing her outfit off, and finally hauled kicking and screaming Christina to the torture rack, and stretched her on it.
"NOOO, NO PLEASE! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS, NOT ME, PLEASE! I REPENT! PLEASE I REPENT, I BELIEVE, YOU WERE RIGHT! LET GO OF ME, NOOOOO!"
Once she was properly restrained, Maria walked up to her and started to run her fingers down the arms of panicking Christina.
"Oh Christina, Christina... I wished you would have understood from seeing your fellow sinners in their torments. You are not here to repent. You are not here to be converted and reformed. You are here to be punished. You are here for torture. Now..."
Maria whispered in her ear as her wiggling fingers reached Christina's armpits.
"...suffer."
Christina was screaming and buckling with all her mind, but could not get away. She shook her head, hoping that she somehow could reach to bite the hands torturing her, but it was no use. The other zealots joined in the torture, one taking place by her feet to tickle her soles, second focusing on her ribs, sides and belly giving occasional tickles on her breasts, and the third would tickle her thighs, knees and hips, switching between the spots. This atrocious gang tickling was driving Christina nuts, especially as her torturers discovered her worst spots. Her armpits and ribs proved to be the most sensitive parts of her body, together with her knees. Reaching behind them yielded satisfactory results as well, and that spot would be exploited in her future punishments. Christina was tickle tortured to the point of silent laughter, almost until she fainted, until they stopped and took the naked, exhausted woman off the torture rack, and practically carried her in a dark windowless cell, leaving her laying on a mattress. Christina started to sob as her strength returned, and contrary to all secular believes she had held before, begun to pray. Pray that this would be over. That whatever she did wrong would be forgiven by any deity that would listen. Anything to get out of this nightmare. Christina's nightmare had only began however, and upcoming days would teach her that no God could save her here. Day after day, she would be taken to a torture chamber where she would be chained standing in X-position to the middle of it, as her ribs and armpits were mercilessly tickle tortured as another torturer would kneel by her legs to tickle her knees, not neglecting their backsides. Maria was frequent torturer of her's doing the good God's work to serve part of this sinners Earthly punishment to the best of her ability. Days, weeks, months, years, however long it would take. For the glory of God and her own secret pleasure. Poor, ticklish Christina would forget the meaning of mercy.
*
(Three months later)
Two slightly drunk women were staggering away from a metal music venue, a gig they went to watch having just concluded. They were Miranda, a redhead in tight leather jacket and pants, and Katherine, tomboy who had shaven her head. She was wearing a denim jacket with patches of her favorite bands. Miranda was talking about the gig - loudly as always.
"Can you believe that fuckup of a warm up band? Shit, if the main artists hasn't been Black Angel Feather I would have fucked right off."
"Yeah, agreed. Do you got any booze? I wanna go to afterparty but fuck bars, they play garbage music."
"Nah, sorry. I suppose we got to-"
"I'm sorry, but I think you mentioned booze." A third voice interjected.
Miranda and Katherine stopped to look at a blonde woman who had interrupted them. She was wearing a tasteful brown blouse over her white dress.
"Who the fuck are you?" Katherine asked.
"Oh, excuse me. My name is Maria. I could not avoid noticing that huge patch on your back. You like Sluts of Satan?"
"Hell yeah I do. Best band ever. They have been missing for ages now, isn't that a fucking music myth if anything? Some say they've committed ritual suicide, joined cult of Satan worshipers or some other fucked up shit, but I think they're just working on new in secrecy or stuff like that."
"Oh, I don't know if I should reveal it but you girls can surely keep a secret. I know them, and you're right. They are working hard for a... different kind of soundscape."
"What? Bullshit. You don't look like-"
"Oh, I know. I dress modestly for my daily job, but I actually play in a metal band myself."
"You do? What is it?"
"You might not have heard of it, it's called the Tortured Witch. We are a collaborative group."
"Tortured Witch? Never heard of it."
"Would you ladies want to come over to my place? I got beer in the cold and unopened bottle of cheap rum. We can get drunk and listen to music all night long."
Miranda and Katherine looked at each other, but it didn't take long for them to reach an agreement.
"Fuck yes!" They shouted together.
"You gotta play me some of your CDs! It's a damn shame there's a metal band in our scene I've never heard of!" Miranda said as they were walking toward's Maria's car.
"Oh, don't you worry." Maria said, with a wide, ominous smile.
"Once we get there, you will get to know everything about the tortured witch..."
"Excuse me miss..."
A platinum blonde woman with long hair and wearing a stylish black leather jacket and a matching ankle long skirt stopped her. She looked all over Christina with her deep blue eyes, and smiled.
"Your outfit is magnificent... Do you mind if I take a photo of you? I'm a photographer, and you're truly magnificent sight!"
Christina smiled, pleased.
"Photographer, eh? Sure."
"Yes, thank! Are you interesting in modeling, by any chance? Give me your contact information, I'd love to have you over in my studio for an actual photo shoot."
Christina was the easily impressionable sort, no matter if she received compliments from a man or from a woman. She was just getting increasingly worried of details of her outfit and makeup... A sudden chance in modeling? The girls in the party would not believe this!
"Sure! My name is Christina. And you are..."
"Maria. Nice to meet you Christina! Now, if you don't mind, could we walk somewhere a bit more discreet? It takes just like 10 minutes, and I'd love to photograph you in more appropriate setting! Something darker and more mysterious. Like that alley over there?"
"Of course, I'd be happy to."
Christina walked to the alley Maria had pointed towards, and saw a car parked there, blocking most of it.
"There's a car in her, Maria. I don't think we fit to shoot here. Maybe some oth-"
Christina's speech was cut short by a moist rag showed on her face, and she started to black out without even realizing what's going on. She fainted, and Maria dragged the limp body of the woman she drugged to the trunk of the car, and drove off. As she was driving, she made a phone call.
"This is Maria. I got one again. Yes, prepare everything..."
*
Christina woke up to sounds of chanting. She opened her eyes, and realized she's in a torch-lit room with stone walls, surrounded by figures clad in black robes covering their bodies, their faces included. They were singing some sort of creepy hymn, and Christina reacted as anyone would.
"EEEEK! What the fuck? Who are you?"
She got up and backed off against a wall behind her, and made the terrible realization that her arms were tied behind her back with a soft robe. Her pointy hat was gone, as was the cape, but rest of her witch outfit was still intact.
"What is going on?"
Christina was seriously starting to freak out. The robed figures ceased their chanting, and one of them walked forward.
"Christina, you have sinned, and the deliverance has brought you to our hands to suffer your just punishment on Earth before your eternal punishment in Hell begins."
Christina could not make anything out of the robes of those people, not even their genders, and recognized this one as Maria solely because of her voice.
"Maria? What the fuck are you doing?"
Maria pulled her hood back a bit, revealing her blonde hair and her lower face under it.
"Allow me to explain. We are part of an old order, dedicated to fight Satan's influence on Earth, and to punish those who spread his poison and do his infernal bidding. We suffer no sin. And you... Your decision to honor the lord of evil by masquerading as his servant is no different from worshiping him directly. You have chosen the path of sin, and will suffer for your choices. We will see to it."
"I... I don't understand Maria. What the hell are you talking about? I was just dressing up as a witch for God's sake, for a fucking costume party!"
"Maybe you will understand when you see. Many of our prisoners do, only for their own torments to begin. You will witness the punishments of your fellow sinners, and see what awaits you for playing with Satan's ways!"
Three robed zealots grabbed Christina and forced her to follow Maria in a torch-lit corridor. There were doors at both sides of the corridor, and Christina could hear faint screams inside some of them. Christina's mind was racing. What on Earth is this place? It was so surreal. A medieval styled dungeon with torches, wooden doors and robed crazies... She could not believe something like this could take place in 2019. This felt like a series of Goddamn torture chambers!
Unfortunately for Christina, she thought right.
*
As the approached door of the torture chamber, Maria explained it's inhabitant's "crimes" against God to Christina.
"Over here we got Jessica. One of those goths as they call themselves... She is an obscene woman. Takes pride in her pale, brooding character. It's not a terrible sin yet, but marking herself for the Devil with diabolic tattoos is. One of my sisters spotted her on the street, proudly exhibiting the terrible mark in her skin in the most disgraceful ways. Now, she is paying for it."
The door to the torture chamber opened, and Christina gasped as she was greeted by voices of hysterical laughter and begging instead of screams of pain and terror, but the woman in the torture chamber was suffering indeed - under different kind of agony, that still sent shivers down Christina's spine. She saw a pale woman with long jet black hair and huge breasts tied standing on a wooden pole, ropes holding her firmly against it. The rope restrained her entire body from ankles to ribs, leaving her gigantic tits exposed, and additional ropes were bound across her upper chest and head, over her forehead. She had a black pentagram tattoo just above her breasts, that was clearly visible on her pale porcelain skin. Christina guessed that it must be the "diabolic" tattoo Maria talked about. Jessica's arms were pinned against the pole behind her, and Christina saw the horror this poor woman was being subjected to. There were two robed zealots in front of her, and both of them were using large turkey feathers to tickle the restrained gothc lady's breasts, each constantly using a single feather to tickle her nipples. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as her mouth was open for constant ticklish wailing, a mix of hysterical laughter and shrieks.
"She actually fell to same temptation as you did. We offered her a modeling photo shoot, a chance to profit from her vanity... And here she is now. Watch carefully, Christina. This is all small taste of your coming punishment."
Christina watched, horrified and in silence. Jessica's eyes were wide open in ticklish terror as her pleading, insane gaze was fixed on her torturers in front of her, who continued their terrible feathering work without giving poor Jessica any respite. She watched this terrifying torture show for several minutes, until Maria turned around to leave and the robed zealots and their hapless captive followed her out.
"Now, when your own sentence is at hand, I hope you will understand Christina. No Godless deed remains unpunished. Not in this world or the next. There is still much for you to see, much for you to understand, before facing your own earthly judgement."
Christina's heart was beating faster than ever. These lunatics were tickling people! Out of all things it had to be tickling! Christina had always been extremely ticklish, something her friends had often teased her about, and imagining being tied like that while tickling would be real torture for her. Christina was wishing she would wake up from this bad dream soon, but it just would not happen, as her very real captors took her deeper to the torture dungeon.
*
Christina was eventually taken to another torture chamber, which was housing two victims, but only one torturer. More weren't needed, as the single zealot was there only to operate torture devices bringing ticklish agony to the unfortunate captives of the cult. Both victims were young, Christina estimated them to be in their late teens. They were bound on wooden torture racks opposite each other, naked like the goth girl was, and laughing in hysteria.
One of the girls was a short and thin black girl with curly dark hair, shaking and trying to writhe in a ticklish panic as she laid on the torture rack, a large feather pendulum attached to the ceiling swinging above her. It kept sweeping over her belly, over and over again, which obviously was her weakest spot as could be told from the surprisingly loud hysterical cackling from such a little young lady. She was wiggling her feet like crazy, shaking her head tearful eyes wide open and clenching her fists and opening them again fingers flailing, as the cruel pendulum seemed to bring her deeper and deeper into depths of ticklish madness by each swing.
The another girl imprisoned there was a taller young lady with light brown hair and lightly tanned skin. She was also restrained on a torture rack, and had two feather wheels attached to crank spinning against her feet as the torturer in the room was turning the crank. She wiggled her feet desperately and her squirming was similar to her ebony comrade's in torment, but no matter how she tried to position her poor feet, the agonized expression on her laughing face didn't change for the better. It was obvious to Christina that this girl was deathly ticklish all over her feet, and touches of feathers were pure torture for her no matter how she received the tickling.
Maria looked at Christina and explained the sins and identities of these girls.
"Meet Frida...", she said pointing at the suffering black girl.
"...and her best friend Patricia.", nodding towards the poor tanned brunette, whose feet were subjected to perpetual feathering.
"They used to be college girls who wanted to start a horror movie club. We were most shocked to see their posters they tried to recruit members with. Satanic imaginary! Their favorite films mentioned, including truly deranged mockery of faith and horrible portrayals of Satanic forces! We can't allow corrupted souls like those two to infect other young women with their poison, so some of our membership posed as curious fellow students interested in their club... And swiftly abducted the sinners after their first meeting. I've been told they were very excited to get so many members... Now they laugh about their vile intentions for rest of their lives, in this pit meant for them."
Christina was getting both more horrified, and angry. Those poor teenagers were just nerdy girls looking for likeminded people, and they ended up victims of these lunatics. As she was being taken out of the torture chamber, she snapped and started lashing out at Maria.
"You bastards! They only wanted to watch horror movies! And that woman before just had tattoos she liked! What kind of fucking maniacs are you? How the hell did they ever hurt anyone?"
Maria kept her sardonic smile as she replied.
"Their intention does not matter. What they represent matters. Unless we fight evil in it's every form, no matter how trivial, we allow it which is a sin in itself. You are not being lectured of our philosophy, however. You are being exposed to it directly. Let us continue."
Christina tried to answer but words got stuck in her throat. Instead, for the first time during her ordeal, she started to cry as the sadism of her captors and despair of her own situation was truly dawning on her. They were vile maniacs, merciless and beyond any reasoning. Sobbing Christina was dragged after Maria, whose spirits were just lifted by sinking moral of their new prisoner. She would be a pleasure to break.
*
Christina, whose face was now getting wet of tears of rage, frustration and fear, was led on further to the complex, past several doors - and hopeless women occupying them - until they stopped by the door through which she could actually hear some screams.
"Here, you will witness a special torture for special sinners. Four women, all members of disgusting black metal band Sluts of Satan... The name they chose to refer to themselves should make hearts of every faithful filled with righteous rage already! We were lucky with them. Their tour bus broke down as we were stalking them for extraction, and they were happy to get a ride from a sister tailing them. She directly brought them here, and they didn't realize what was going on until they were in ropes, as you are now."
Maria started to slowly open the door, and screaming laughter echoing from inside grew clear and loud. Something else could be heard in the middle of hysterical giggles and screams - moans?
Christina was taken inside to witness the torturous punishments of all four members of the band, and she saw right away what was giving their voices the erotic vibe. They were all tied side by side to what seemed like modified gynecologist's chairs, their legs spread, and each naked woman had a robed zealot in front of them, slowly and methodically stroking their pussies with feathers. In addition to that, every woman had two other torturers assigned to punish them for being members of a provocative band.
"Singer, guitarist, bass and drums..." Maria said as she pointed to them individually, speaking to Christina's ear in order to be heard over the laughter.
"They are now part of the most beautiful orchestra... We much rather listen to sounds of divine justice than blasphemous noise they used to play."
All of the women had jet black hairs, and Cristina was pretty sure they were are dyed. Each of them were skinny women in their mid twenties, and like victims Christina had seen before, suffering tickle torture on what probably were their personal weak spots.
Singer of the band was a tall woman with quite small breasts and very long straight hair, and the two ticklers were both focused on her ribs. Their four hands and 20 fingers were dancing on it elegantly, making the poor singer writhe as much as her bounds allowed her to. The guitar player had extremely short hair, barely having any to speak of, and had thrown her head back in hopeless moaning laughter as both of her ticklers were tickling her feet, holding her toes back and keeping her feet immobile as their long nails were raking her soles. The bass player was a short, bit chubby, and her ticklers were both standing at her sides, both using one hand to squeeze her obviously excruciatingly ticklish thighs, as their other hands were holding feathers to torment her nipples. Her expression was weird and tortured mix of pleasure, frustration and ticklish terror as she laughed, her laughter including much more moans than of others. Finally, the drummer, most fit and muscular woman of the band with the most amazing - and by now most sweaty and messy - hair was suffering tickling on her belly, the hands of her skilled torturers kneading her abs pitilessly as she thrashed her hair in agony. The torment of all women was clearly made even worse by the constant feathering of their pussies, that served very special purpose, as Maria would explain in the more quiet hallway as Christina was taken out.
"The ticklers of their womanhoods are under orders to never allow them to reach orgasm. They are obscene women, who wanted to whore themselves to the Devil... Sluts of Satan... It serves them right to never experience another climax for rest of their lives. Even their cell contributes to their punishment. Their arms are always shackled behind them, and they are kept tied to the walls with chained leashes around their necks. They will never know release from the denial torture. Not even through their own hands or - God forbid - each other's mouths. I haven't witnessed it, but I've been told it's entertaining to watch them squirming on the floor of their cell, desperately trying to pleasure themselves. Harlots!"
Christina didn't say anything at first. She just stared down towards the floor as they walked. She slowly raised her head and looked at backside of Maria walking in front of her, and stopped, refusing to move and shouting at Maria.
"These women have done nothing wrong! I haven't done anything wrong! I dare you, evil bitch! Show me one, ONE person who has done something to deserve this! You are all insane, sadistic freaks! You got no right, no God would condone this!"
Maria turned around, and walked at Cristina who struggled against her escorts. She grasped her chin, and looked her in the eyes.
"Very well then. I'll let you see someone truly wicked."
She turned around, and Christina was forced to follow once again. She was on the verge of a breakdown. These people could not be this out of touch with reality. They can't be locking people up and torturing them for petty sins like this. Not in 2019. It was incomprehensible. True insanity. Christina didn't know why, but she wanted to see one, just one actually evil victim in this dungeon. She could not understand the nature of this place, she wanted to make some sense to it, some justification for all this cruelty. And so, her macabre sightseeing in the dungeon continued.
*
"What you are about to see next is one of the worst sinners we have. Worshiper of material to the extreme, arrogant and proud. On top of that corrupter of minds of the innocent, where she has planted seeds of Godless evil."
The door to the next torture chamber opened, and Christina was forced to witness next victim of the cult. She was a mature woman with brown skin and long dark hair, now incredibly messy. She was naked like the rest, and tied on a wooden chair with sturdy stocks in front of it. Her legs were locked in these stocks from the ankles, and furthermore her toes were tied to it to prevent any movement of the feet, and Christina could see why. There was a goat in front of the stocks, and it was licking brine off her soles greedily. The brine was applied by a cultist standing next to the bench, holding a bucket of it and a large brush, that was used too smear more to her feet whenever it looked like goat was finished with one foot. The woman was struggling, shaking her head and screaming with her eyes closed shut, her body glistening with sweat. Christina was forced to watch this spectacle for long, creeping minutes, through several coatings of new brine, as the unending torture just went on and on until Maria thought that Christina has seen enough.
"W...What did she actually do?", Christina asked in soft voice as they got out and cackling of the poor woman was muted by the closed door.
"As I said, worshiper of material and arrogant corrupter of young minds. She is Ruby Roshita, used to be an university professor - daughter of one of our member's attended her lectures, and was led astray. She abandoned our ways and abandoned God... It's unforgivable, and it was all her fault. She made mockery of spiritual so lightly, was so blinded by her so called science that she would have dragged others to damnation with her... It's only fitting that such woman of progress is made to suffer one of our most traditional tortures."
Christina was almost speechless. This was the worst sinner they had? This was the pinnacle of evil for these nutcases?
"H-how can you? How can you do this? She was doing her job, teaching! You can't-"
"You understand the severity of her crime soon."
Christina was led to torture chamber right next to it. As the door opened, a peculiar wall of sound hit Christina's ears right away. It was constant muffled screaming, louder such that Christina could have ever imagined. As she was taken inside, she saw it's source. A young, pale redheaded woman was tied on a wooden table, dozens of leather straps holding her on her back. Her legs were straight and her arms were pressed against her sides, and the leather straps held almost her entire body down, her head included. She was gagged, a white rag stuffed in her mouth and held on it's place with a soft rope, and she stared straight up to the ceiling with eyes filled with pure horror as she screamed for her life to the gag, the pained howling barely recognizable as tortured laughter. The laughter was forced out of her by a torturer using a single finger to tickle her belly button that the leather straps left exposed, something that clearly was pure torture for the pure girl. Her freckled face was soaking wet of sweat and tears that kept flowing from her eyes, as the twirling feather never left her deep belly button. She was struggling so hard that the wooden table she was tied on creaked, but unfortunately for this tormented maiden, it would not break and relieve her of the peril. Not even for a moment. Christina could hear that the gag truly was necessary, as such screamer's wailing would not be contained even by the thick walls and strong door
As Christina was taken out, she was surprised to see saddened expression on Maria's face.
"That girl..." Maria said in sorrowful voice.
"...that girl is the wayward daughter I mentioned. She had abandoned our fate, and she must be punished for it. She will be tortured for her sins, and because of what? For influence of evil. For power of Satan. It took her. And we can make no exception. Even if she was tempted by evil, she chose to accept it. She must suffer for it. That is why we do this. To prevent influence of dark forces from spreading."
"But that's one of you! And she's innocent like all the rest! How could you do this to her? How could her family allow this?", Christina snapped.
"Believe me, they mourned the loss of their daughter dearly, but it's not all bad for them. After all, the sister you saw coating feet of Ruby was her mother. Nobody else could punish her with greater zeal!"
Cristina lowered her head again and started sobbing again. They would torture even their own, condemn their own daughters to lifetime of tickle torture for whatever they perceived as sinful. She was quickly losing the last bits of hope she was having, but the bizarre tour wasn't over yet.
*
Christina was taken to a large torture chamber next, where she was greeted by three women ted standing on wooden crosses, their armpits and midriffs relentlessly assaulted by two torturers for each poor woman. One was standing behind each victim and ruthlessly tickling their armpits, and the other in front of them focused on frontal torture.
Women from left to right were two blonde ladies, teenager and a mature woman, who looked alike a lot, and an Asian lady probably in her 30s. The blondes had long hair, deep blue eyes and large breasts, and the tickler in front of them focused on their ribs and tits, alternating between the spots as the women laughed. The Asian woman who giggled like a girl half her age was getting her toned midroff tickled, fingers of the torturer in front of her focusing on her sides. The upper bodies of all three ladies were completely immobile against this torture, and the tickling that struck their hapless armpits from the behind was tireless and constant, there was not a second's respite for them in this punishment.
When Christina was taken out, she just listened meekly, feeling defeated before her own torture even begun.
"They were part of occult society that was holding a coven in local library... They might not have seen it that way, but that is what they are! The blondes are mother and daughter who were interested in paranormal... In other words vile heresies and sorcery, and were often in the library to conduct their evil studies. One of our sisters works there, and knew that it could not be allowed. She tipped us off for the satanic deeds taking place there, and we kidnapped the foul would-be witches, and burned every book we found at their house. As for the third woman... She's the librarian who used to aid them. Even ordered books for them! She claimed to us many time that she was just doing her job as asked, but it doesn't diminish her guilt a bit."
The continued on as Maria kept talking in an ominous tone.
"I wanted to show you the suffering of these sinners the last, because their crime isn't unlike yours... Flirting with the supernatural is a dangerous game. You might not only make yourself hellbound, but might drag others with you by just showing example with your contempt for God! No sin is too minor to avoid punishment."
*
Christina was led to a yet another torture chamber, but it was empty except for an unoccupied torture rack in the middle of it.
"This is end of the line for you, witchy sinner. May God have mercy on your soul. We won't have any on your body."
Christina's survival instincts kicked in, and she started fighting back and begging with all she got as the zealots untied her and started to forcibly strip her, tearing her outfit off, and finally hauled kicking and screaming Christina to the torture rack, and stretched her on it.
"NOOO, NO PLEASE! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS, NOT ME, PLEASE! I REPENT! PLEASE I REPENT, I BELIEVE, YOU WERE RIGHT! LET GO OF ME, NOOOOO!"
Once she was properly restrained, Maria walked up to her and started to run her fingers down the arms of panicking Christina.
"Oh Christina, Christina... I wished you would have understood from seeing your fellow sinners in their torments. You are not here to repent. You are not here to be converted and reformed. You are here to be punished. You are here for torture. Now..."
Maria whispered in her ear as her wiggling fingers reached Christina's armpits.
"...suffer."
Christina was screaming and buckling with all her mind, but could not get away. She shook her head, hoping that she somehow could reach to bite the hands torturing her, but it was no use. The other zealots joined in the torture, one taking place by her feet to tickle her soles, second focusing on her ribs, sides and belly giving occasional tickles on her breasts, and the third would tickle her thighs, knees and hips, switching between the spots. This atrocious gang tickling was driving Christina nuts, especially as her torturers discovered her worst spots. Her armpits and ribs proved to be the most sensitive parts of her body, together with her knees. Reaching behind them yielded satisfactory results as well, and that spot would be exploited in her future punishments. Christina was tickle tortured to the point of silent laughter, almost until she fainted, until they stopped and took the naked, exhausted woman off the torture rack, and practically carried her in a dark windowless cell, leaving her laying on a mattress. Christina started to sob as her strength returned, and contrary to all secular believes she had held before, begun to pray. Pray that this would be over. That whatever she did wrong would be forgiven by any deity that would listen. Anything to get out of this nightmare. Christina's nightmare had only began however, and upcoming days would teach her that no God could save her here. Day after day, she would be taken to a torture chamber where she would be chained standing in X-position to the middle of it, as her ribs and armpits were mercilessly tickle tortured as another torturer would kneel by her legs to tickle her knees, not neglecting their backsides. Maria was frequent torturer of her's doing the good God's work to serve part of this sinners Earthly punishment to the best of her ability. Days, weeks, months, years, however long it would take. For the glory of God and her own secret pleasure. Poor, ticklish Christina would forget the meaning of mercy.
*
(Three months later)
Two slightly drunk women were staggering away from a metal music venue, a gig they went to watch having just concluded. They were Miranda, a redhead in tight leather jacket and pants, and Katherine, tomboy who had shaven her head. She was wearing a denim jacket with patches of her favorite bands. Miranda was talking about the gig - loudly as always.
"Can you believe that fuckup of a warm up band? Shit, if the main artists hasn't been Black Angel Feather I would have fucked right off."
"Yeah, agreed. Do you got any booze? I wanna go to afterparty but fuck bars, they play garbage music."
"Nah, sorry. I suppose we got to-"
"I'm sorry, but I think you mentioned booze." A third voice interjected.
Miranda and Katherine stopped to look at a blonde woman who had interrupted them. She was wearing a tasteful brown blouse over her white dress.
"Who the fuck are you?" Katherine asked.
"Oh, excuse me. My name is Maria. I could not avoid noticing that huge patch on your back. You like Sluts of Satan?"
"Hell yeah I do. Best band ever. They have been missing for ages now, isn't that a fucking music myth if anything? Some say they've committed ritual suicide, joined cult of Satan worshipers or some other fucked up shit, but I think they're just working on new in secrecy or stuff like that."
"Oh, I don't know if I should reveal it but you girls can surely keep a secret. I know them, and you're right. They are working hard for a... different kind of soundscape."
"What? Bullshit. You don't look like-"
"Oh, I know. I dress modestly for my daily job, but I actually play in a metal band myself."
"You do? What is it?"
"You might not have heard of it, it's called the Tortured Witch. We are a collaborative group."
"Tortured Witch? Never heard of it."
"Would you ladies want to come over to my place? I got beer in the cold and unopened bottle of cheap rum. We can get drunk and listen to music all night long."
Miranda and Katherine looked at each other, but it didn't take long for them to reach an agreement.
"Fuck yes!" They shouted together.
"You gotta play me some of your CDs! It's a damn shame there's a metal band in our scene I've never heard of!" Miranda said as they were walking toward's Maria's car.
"Oh, don't you worry." Maria said, with a wide, ominous smile.
"Once we get there, you will get to know everything about the tortured witch..."
