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Maggie walked Hot Shot to his stall. After her ride, he was calm & ready to eat & rest. She made sure that he had plenty of water & a couple of flakes of hay to get him through the night. As she closed the door to his stall, she heard a noise outside. Feeling a bit insecure, she finished closing up & walked to the tack area. None of the horses felt anything so she calmed down. She walked the barn through & made sure that all the horses were taken care of & left. The other grooms were staying at the bunk house with a few of the handlers & maintenance guys.
Maggie stayed in a separate cottage because the owners wanted to keep the ‘playing’ to a minimum. Maggie didn’t mind. She kept all her ‘activities’ off the property anyway. She didn’t want those guys to find out her secret anyway. She was insanely ticklish. If any of them found out, she would be a constant target, especially being that she was the only woman working there besides the owner’s wife. The guys that she worked with were okay most of the time but they teased her constantly about getting her alone. She’d been there longer than any of them & had managed to avoid any ‘encounters’ with any of them.
One in particular worried her a few times. He was young, good looking & extremely horny. Being that they were so remotely located, going to town or anywhere took a few hours at best. Most of the guys discreetly took care of themselves but he insisted that he would rather fuck a knothole than use his hand. He also shirked his work, letting horses that were assigned to him stand in their stalls, go ungroomed for days & their stalls would be filthy until they were hoof deep in their own waste. Maggie knew that he wouldn’t last long but he had lasted almost 6 months. She also sensed an evil side to him that gave her the creeps.
She decided to get some hay bales down from the loft & put them near the stalls so she’d have an easier time tomorrow. She climbed the ladder to the hay loft & found the older bales stacked off to the side. As she reached up to grab one, a piece of hay wafted down from one of the higher stacks, falling precisely into her armpit. She dropped her arms quickly, giggling loudly. Just that gently falling hay made her helplessly giggle. Hoping that none of the guys had heard (sound carried well in the barn), Maggie shuddered at the thought of any of them knowing. She decided that maybe the hay could wait until the morning anyway. She climbed down the ladder, hoping that all the guys were in the bunkhouse, playing cards or beating off.
She walked out of the barn, stopping to breath in the night air. Feeling good, she walked the mile & ¼ to her cabin. She usually enjoyed the walk, but tonight, for some reason, she felt on edge. She just attributed it to that damned Harry. He hadn’t cleaned the tack that he had used that day. The part of her walk that she least liked was passing the bunkhouse. The guys usually let her pass safely but Maggie felt a bit vulnerable tonight. She prayed that they were all asleep.
It was her dumb luck that a few of the guys were sitting outside on the porch. One of them was Dave. He bid her a good evening & asked her if she was in a good humor that evening. Maggie tried her very best not to look nervous, saying that she was in a fairly good mood. Lee, one of the handlers, talked to her for a few minutes about a couple of the horses she dealt with, while Dave watched the interaction. He took in her short stature, the way her eyes danced when she talked about the horses under her care. He liked the way she moved & secretly admired both her skill at handing the most difficult of stallions & her gentle demeanor.
But more than anything, he wanted to know why she had been laughing. He had heard his share of laughter in his life & for a moment, hers had bordered on hysterical for a moment. That was the kind of laughter that came from being tickled. This piqued his curiosity more than anything. He knew that he would find out soon enough. As he watched her, he realized that she never wore sleeveless tops or ever went barefoot….. She also never let anyone touch her-ever. That was odd in itself to him.
Maggie bid everyone a good night & turned to go to here cottage. As she did, she noticed how Dave was looking at her. This unsettled her just a little but she shook it off & went on her way. She arrived home & took a long shower, trying to relax her aching, overworked muscles. Soon, she was in her bed, dozing off. Her night passed uneventfully. Maggie woke up, refreshed & had forgotten all about the night before & her fear of being discovered. She got dressed & brushed her hair & went to the main hall for her usual breakfast with the others. Everyone greeted her as she came in & she settled at one of the tables with Lee & a few others. They talked horses for a while & Lee mentioned that she had a slightly heavier load today as Dave wasn’t going to be around. They were all spreading his work around to get it done. Maggie greeted this with a harsh sigh. That man was a pain where a pill would never reach. He did this more often than anyone else on the farm. He would need to ‘go away’ for a few days & everyone else would have to carry his load.
As they all threw away their trash & got that last cup of coffee, Lee took Maggie aside & told her that she should keep her eye on Troy, that he was acting sort of funny after last night. Lee said that he had been asking a lot of questions about Maggie. Maggie really wasn’t too worried about Troy. She could take care of herself if need be. She thanked Lee, telling him that she could handle that punk if she had to. She had her ways.
Maggie started by looking at the schedule to see who needed what done. Her schedule didn’t look any heavier than usual but she just took the clipboard & did what was on it like she usually did. Most of her horses needed nothing more than a good brushing out & about 5 needed a good workout. She got the ones that needed brushing out of the way & had them done by lunch. As she sat & ate her sandwich, Lee came in & asked if she was doing okay. His visit surprised her just a little as it was unusual for him to see any of the grooms during the day. Lee just said that he was over this way & thought that he would just check in with her.
As he left, she thought back to her last job….. It had been a ranch job, taking care of prize Arabians. The foreman was an evil man with a devious sense of humor. He could be the sweetest thing that walked the earth but if you got on his wrong side, he could get back at you in ways that would make your skin crawl. One time, he had caught one of the ranch hands sleeping in the hayloft & he had tied him up one of the colts have his way with his naked feet. He had poured a mixture of honey, milk & soft oats on the poor guy’s feet & left him that way until the young horse was through. The guy never said anything to the owner but never slept in the hayloft again either. The guy’s hysterical laughter & begging was, to her, both creepy & exciting. Another time, Maggie had been the target although she had done nothing wrong…he had just been in a sadistic mood. He had tied her up in the hayloft & had tickled her with pieces of hay until she had the most intense orgasm of her life. At first, he hadn’t planned on that to happen but he saw that his tickling was turning her on & teased her, making her beg as he played a feather from a chicken over her pussy lips while he tickled her feet without a shred of mercy. Her climax was explosive & lasted a long time.
Since then, the thought of tickling both appealed to her but she feared it with all her heart too. After her ‘experience’ with the foreman, he tied & tickled her many more times, some playful & gentle but more often than not, it was intense to the point of being painful. Maggie had no intentions of becoming another ‘tickle toy’ for any man. Her orgasms had been incredibly intense while being tickled & the exhilaration that she felt while being in that helpless state was something that she longed for over & over. It was almost like there was a ‘tug of war’ within her on this subject. The rest of the day went smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary happened. As she got out the last horse to be exercised, one of the other grooms came to her with a short list. He told her that this had been missing from her list that Lee had made up for her. She put the horse in the cross-ties & looked at the list closely. The other groom shrugged & told her that those things had to be done today before she left for the night or if she wanted to start extra early the next morning. He said that all the other grooms were dealing with that too.
Maggie groaned as she saw that one of the duties that Lee had given her was getting hay down from the loft. She decided to leave that for last as that was the messiest job that was on the list. She didn’t want to walk around with hay in her hair the rest of the day. After exercising the horse that she had out, cooled him down & put him into his stall, she groaned again at the thought of going back into that hayloft. The memories that she had of being tortured were still powerful for her. She looked at the time. The clock in the tacking area read 6 pm. Dinner was always served in the main hall at this time & she was hungry. She decided to go get a quick bite, put up the hay & then go home. She walked to the hall & grabbed a couple of sandwiches & a couple of cans of soda to drink. Lee saw her & asked her if she had gotten the hay pulled & she told him that she would do it after she ate. He nodded & patted her on the back. Lee warned her to be careful as she would be alone.
As Maggie walked back to the barn, the words rang in her mind ‘She would be ALONE’. Maggie was not really afraid but then again….. She sat in the grooms lounge & ate her food & drank her soda quickly, not wanting this have this hanging over her head all night. She got up & threw away her trash from the sandwich wrappers & drank the rest of her soda. Stretching, she put her gloves on & walked to the loft. She climbed the ladder, dreading this part of her job. As she reached the top of the ladder, she saw that someone had been up here before her. The bales had been moved around. Sighing, she thought that someone had maybe stolen a nap up here. Wouldn’t be the first time….As Maggie put the bales back where they belonged & set aside the ones that she had to drop to the barn floor, she heard a soft noise. Dismissing it as just a family of mice that she had disturbed, she continued with what she had been doing.
It was hot in the loft, in spite of the late hour. She stripped down to her T shirt so that she wouldn’t get too sweated up as she worked. She didn’t notice the man-sized shadow at the top of the ladder, watching her. As she worked in a long familiar rhythm, grabbing the bale & heaving it over the side, he watched her, waiting for the right moment. After she had done tossing 15 bales, she was tired & figured that if that wasn’t enough, she could do more in the morning. As she turned, she saw the shadow & terrible fear leapt into her heart. With a voice that shook with trepidation, she asked who was there. With a rope in his hand, Dave stepped into the dim light of the loft. He rushed her & quickly tied her hands & looped the rope over one of the ceiling beams & tying it off so that her arms were suspended over her head. Maggie struggled like a woman possessed, yelling as loud as she could. Dave gagged her, forcing her mouth open to accept it. He walked around her, inspecting her closely. Maggie’s eyes were huge with fear as he did this. Knowing that he was up to something truly evil, she tensed, waiting for him to do something.
Dave grinned at her & took a piece of hay & played it in the sleeve of her T shirt. Maggie struggled wildly & immediately started giggling into the gag. While she had struggled, her shirt came untucked from her jeans. He noticed this & used the same piece of hay to run it over the bare flesh there. She twisted franticly, trying to move away from him. Her laughter was barely muffled by the gag. Dave’s eyes lit up & he whispered to Maggie that he knew her secret. As he tickled her tummy & sides, he told her that he had gone into town & asked a few questions about her to a few choice people that knew her. Maggie felt faint as she heard this. Now, she would have no peace, especially if he told the other guys. Her heart sank as the hopelessness of her situation became real to her. Dave was going to do terrible things to her & there was nothing that she could do to stop him. He found another length of hay rope & used it to tie her legs. She began to pound her boot heels against the floor of the loft, trying to get the attention of the others. Troy evilly told her that they had all gone to town to see a movie but a few had stayed behind for some ‘fun’. He emphasized that word in an oily way that Maggie didn’t like one bit.
He looked her up & down, rubbing his crotch & smiling. He added that she would have to lose some of her clothes but she would do okay for the moment. He left for a moment & came back with the others that he had mentioned. Her eyes widened & her muffled pleas for help to the others were fruitless. They had huge bulges at their crotches & a wild, drunken look about them. They had every intention of doing what Troy told them to do. They had that stupid look about them. Dave ordered them to carry her down to the barn. At first, Maggie was too shocked to react but after a moment, she fought with everything that she had in her. Her body bucked & twisted, trying to get away. But Dave had tied her well, her hands & legs bound tightly with good strong knots. She had fire in her eyes as they brought her to the cross ties. In stead of using the ties that they used on the horses, they kept her arms above her & set her on a bale of hay. One of the other guys tugged her boots & socks off, caressing her feet as he did. Maggie grunted & tried very hard not to giggle. Each one took a foot & started using anything, pieces of hay, brushes, their fingers to tickle her helpless feet.
Maggie was losing the battle, grinding her teeth & swearing under her breath to keep from laughing out loud. She knew that the moment that she let one giggle out, her battle was lost & she would be in big trouble. The 2 relentlessly tickled her feet, alternately digging their fingers in & using soft touches. She bucked & jerked, trying to break their hold on her legs so that she could kick them. One leg did get away from them but at that point, Troy said that it was time for the ‘fun’ to begin. Troy undid the belt to her jeans while she fought & cursed him every way she could. He just grinned evilly & unzipped them slowly, making her fight all the more. Maggie knew also that when they saw that she was moist, that they would never give her peace. It would be like before………..
It took all 5 of them to hold her down as they stripped off her jeans. Troy took in her well shaped legs that had been shaved recently as well as zeroing in on her moist womanhood. Troy looked into Maggie’s face, seeing the combined shame/excitement in her eyes. He licked his lips & smiled slowly. Now, he knew her real secret. Ice-cold dread covered her as she saw the look in Troy’s eyes. He was in overdrive now, his mental wheels visibly turning. He teased her, asking her if she liked being tickled. Now, all of them fell upon her, using whatever was at hand, each one taking a position, they tickled her on every part of her body. Troy told them only to leave her private parts alone…..
Maggie did everything within her power to evade their torture but to no avail. Her panicked laughter only told a small part of the agony that she was enduring. Soon, all she could do to was to hang from her hands, limp, laughing silently, her sweat-covered body, lifeless & unresponsive to her tormentors. But a fire had been kindled inside her that needed to be quenched in the worst way. After a few minutes, she recovered enough to bare her teeth & spit at Dave. He admired her spirit but every woman could be broken, just like a horse. He thought that maybe a slower approach might work better now. They had confirmed that she was ticklish on every part of her body. She had jumped nicely when her knees had been pinched & her feet were so ticklish that the threat of tickling them had made them squirm.
He could see that her panties were drenched from her excitement. Now, he wanted to hear her BEG. He took the others aside & told them of his plan & they eagerly agreed. As she sat there, panting & gasping for breath, they brought in one of the new foals. Her mother was near by so that she wouldn’t bust out of her stall in a panic. Dave had brought a pail of oats & there was a nursing bottle filled with a mixture of milk & honey that they used to get newborn foals to eat if they were orphaned. Dave squirted the mixture on one foot & led the foal to it. As foals go, they’re always hungry & the food looked good to her no matter where it came from. The foal greedily licked her foot, making her scream in ticklish agony. Through her screams, she cursed Dave all the more, telling him that he would be next & that his foot would be the last thing that he had to worry about. He squirted some more mixture on her feet, letting it get between her toes. He then suspended the bottle over her sole & opened the hole in the nipples more so that it would flow more quickly, keeping the young horse interested.
The foal lapped eagerly at her foot, its curly tail flapping happily. Maggie was in tickle hell. This lasted for longer than Maggie knew. All she could do was to writhe & jerk her legs to try to discourage the foal from eating off of her foot any longer. Soon, one of them took the young horse away & either let her rest purposely or just a short break while they concocted some other fiendish torture for her. She sat there, panting hoarsely, her throat raw from screaming. While she was recovering, they untied her hands only to strip her shirt off & retie them with her laying back.
Maggie feared what would inevitably come next. Her panties followed & her legs were suspended from the rafters, spread wide apart. She was now completely naked & totally vulnerable to whatever they wanted to do to her. Troy took the other men outside for a few minutes while Maggie was left to ponder her position. She regained her strength & renewed her struggles. She knew that if they made her cum against her will, they would do this on a regular basis. She couldn’t let that happen if she could help it, but she was so horny that that wasn’t a reality. She knew that once they resumed tickling her that all it would take would be a light touch or 2 on the right spot & she would explode.
They came back, with long blades of grass from the outside of the barn. Maggie watched in total fear as they approached her with sly grins on their faces. She knew exactly what they were up to & it wasn’t good. She went cold all over in spite of being naked. They all let the tips of the grass graze her flesh, each one taking a different part of her body. The irritating touches of the grass blades made her twitch violently & helpless giggles erupted from her tender throat. It was Troy that let his grass blades concentrate on her nipples & tummy. As he got closer & closer to her pussy, Maggie laughed harder & harder & her pussy literally dripped with her juices. When he got to her inner thighs, she was writhing so violently that they had to keep her steady. Soon, moans combined with her laughter. The other men threw away their grass blades to tickle her body with their fingers while Troy continued to tease/tickle her with the grass. He let the tips of the blades tickle her inner thighs & even letting it touch her inner pussy lips.
As Maggie came closer to her orgasm, Dave stopped, but the rest of them tickled her all the harder, keeping her climax at bay. They kept this up for a while, tickling her pussy, teasing her clit then tickling her unmercifully to keep her from cumming. The whole time, they teased her verbally, telling her that when she came that she could go home. Dave removed the gag, letting her breathe a little better but his motives weren’t kindness. He whispered that he wanted to hear her beg first before they would let her go. Maggie panted & gave him a look that would have killed. That was the one thing that she didn’t want to do. Troy crossed his arms & gave the air of waiting patiently for something.
Maggie sighed & then, in a sudden flash of rebellion, she spat in his face. He slapped her, telling her to mind what sort of position she was in. Her head rocked back with the force of the blow but she smiled that she had gotten to him. He nodded to his men & they renewed their tickle assault on her helpless body, digging their fingers into her flesh cruelly. Maggie bucked & screamed at the top of her lungs, finally being able to make more than muffled sounds. Unmindful of the rope burns that she would suffer in the morning, she wrenched her hands & feet as far as she could but to no avail. Hands were all over her, ticking, probing, poking her & her mind was filled with nothing but those feelings, she knew nothing else in that moment. Soon, all she could do was twitch & bark out hoarse grunts. Exhausted, she couldn’t react.
Dave took the grass up again & teased her tender pussy, seeing that in spite of her outburst earlier, she was still engorged & dripping. He played the grass tips over these parts, wringing tortured moans from her. He whispered to his men & now, instead of intense tickling, they changed to gentle caresses. Maggie’s body was now afire with sensual pleasures that she had absolutely no control over. She knew that all they wanted to do was to make her cum & taunt her while it was happening. She moaned & writhed sensually as the grass grazed her swollen clit. Her **** ached to be filled but she didn’t beg….yet. The next thing she knew, fingers were gently tickling her feet, not hard but slow & soft, just enough for her to register. The feeling of that gentle tickling went straight to her aching pussy, making her moan louder. Now gentle tickling on her breasts, making her laugh sweetly. Her nipples grew & stiffened as the men played with her body expertly.
She knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer. Her climax was closer than it had ever been without spilling over. Her whole body throbbed with the extreme need to have release. Without realizing what she was doing, she softly asked to have them get her off. Troy bent close to hear her more clearly, not sure of what she had said. He told her that he wanted her to tell them how much she enjoyed being tickled & that she begged permission to climax. Maggie shook her head violently. He was asking too much from her. She couldn’t lower herself to beg like that. Dave leaned over her breasts & took one nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly.
Maggie moaned & bucked her hips. He told her again what he wanted from her. He nodded to the others & each one took up their positions, one at each foot, one at each armpit & one stationed at her tummy. Dave took one foot & stroked it softly as he told her that the sooner she told him what he wanted to hear, the sooner she would be let go & be able to go home. Part of her longed for the orgasm that she knew was coming anyway but she also knew that this would never end. They or more precisely, Dave would be after her as long as he worked there. Through the sensual haze that she was in, she sensed that Dave had done this before. He seemed to ‘know things’ about the human body that most people didn’t.
They all started ticking her lightly, each paying close attention to how she was reacting. Maggie giggled louder & writhed on her make-shift bed. One gently tickled her tummy, swirling his fingertip into her belly button. The men at her armpits danced their fingers lightly against the tender, stretched skin while their other hands raked her sides lightly. Dave & the guy that had the other foot both gently scratched the entire bottom of both feet, occasionally tickling between her toes. Their other hands were tickling up & down her legs, dipping behind her knees. Maggie was helpless against this all point assault, being tickled on every part of her body at once. She could do nothing but laugh hysterically & writhe in ticklish ecstasy. Her body was drenched with sweat & bits of hay spotted her all over, adding to the ticklish agony that she was in. They all were teasing her verbally but to her, it was just a dull roar compared to the roar of blood in her ears as her body throbbed with sexual tension. Their voices babbled in the background like so many mosquitoes. Her laughter & her desire drowned them out.
Her body sore & stressed from her position & from enduring such long torture finally began to betray her. Her mind babbled incoherent thoughts & her mouth screamed exactly what Dave had wanted to hear. He had broken her. Tears of pain & humiliation coursed down her face as she begged repeatedly that she loved to be tickled & that she NEEDED to cum. He smiled like he had heard the sweetest words in the world. She stopped struggling, in spite of the ongoing tickling. Dave saw that she was done. All the men saw her submission & looked to Dave, asking if they could be the one to get her off. Dave gave Maggie the ultimate insult & drew straws to see who would fuck her. The one that ‘won’ stepped up & unzipped his jeans right in front of Maggie’s face, letting her see what she was getting. Maggie was unresponsive as he stepped around to go between her legs. As he entered her, she showed signs of life, writhing & moaning. With him being so stimulated, it didn’t take him long to finish, pounding into her & crying out as her orgasm took them both away.
Seeing her buck & moan, they all ganged up on her except Dave. He had gotten his satisfaction in her submission. He didn’t need to do anything more to her. The others tickled her while they took turns screwing her. Maggie’s giggles blended with moans of helpless passion. This only served to spur the men on, tickling harder, teasing her more until she bucked wildly, orgasm after orgasm wracking her poor, overworked body. Soon, the men left her alone; themselves exhausted form the effort of tickling her for that extended period of time. She lay where they had left her, mercifully passed out. Sadistically, Dave told them to leave her like that for Lee to see in the morning. Silently, they left her like that, stopping only to gag her again.
Hours later, Lee, the foreman walked into the barn, almost falling over in surprise at seeing Maggie tied & helpless. At first, he was too shocked to do anything but stand there, spellbound. Maggie was still unconscious, legs spread invitingly, her feet still rosy from the intense tickling she had endured. Her body was still sweat covered & slightly bruised from the poking & prodding that had been done to her. Her pussy & inner thighs were still wet from her ordeal but to Lee, she looked incredibly sexy & he became extremely aroused by the sight of her lying there like that. He noticed that there were long blades of grass & some brushes lying near her. Suddenly, he became curious & picked up the grass, examining it closely. He wondered what would happen if he touched her with it. Carefully, he pulled the grass between her toes. Her foot twitched & even in her present state, she giggled so sweetly. Lee felt a sudden excitement & used the grass on her exposed pussy. Again, even though she was unconscious, she still writhed a little & moaned. Slowly, Maggie came to & saw Lee standing there with the grass in his hand. Her eyes grew wide & she started bucking as much as her overworked body could.
Lee was so excited by the way she was moving that he totally forgot that she was a captive & again, let the grass blades graze her exposed sex. Through her gag, Maggie screamed & begged Lee to stop tickling her & let her go. Shaking her head, she tried to get him to at least remove the gag. Lee was too busy watching her legs & feet twitch & move to pay attention to the rest of her. Lee had a carefully guarded secret too. He loved to tickle women, especially feet. He grabbed a stool & some more grass & told Maggie that no one would bother them for at least another few hours & that all she had to do was lay back & relax……he would make her laugh so sweetly. Maggie screamed into her gag as she felt him tickling her foot with one hand & teasing her pussy with the other. She felt another burning orgasm building as she laughed & laughed & laughed…………
Maggie stayed in a separate cottage because the owners wanted to keep the ‘playing’ to a minimum. Maggie didn’t mind. She kept all her ‘activities’ off the property anyway. She didn’t want those guys to find out her secret anyway. She was insanely ticklish. If any of them found out, she would be a constant target, especially being that she was the only woman working there besides the owner’s wife. The guys that she worked with were okay most of the time but they teased her constantly about getting her alone. She’d been there longer than any of them & had managed to avoid any ‘encounters’ with any of them.
One in particular worried her a few times. He was young, good looking & extremely horny. Being that they were so remotely located, going to town or anywhere took a few hours at best. Most of the guys discreetly took care of themselves but he insisted that he would rather fuck a knothole than use his hand. He also shirked his work, letting horses that were assigned to him stand in their stalls, go ungroomed for days & their stalls would be filthy until they were hoof deep in their own waste. Maggie knew that he wouldn’t last long but he had lasted almost 6 months. She also sensed an evil side to him that gave her the creeps.
She decided to get some hay bales down from the loft & put them near the stalls so she’d have an easier time tomorrow. She climbed the ladder to the hay loft & found the older bales stacked off to the side. As she reached up to grab one, a piece of hay wafted down from one of the higher stacks, falling precisely into her armpit. She dropped her arms quickly, giggling loudly. Just that gently falling hay made her helplessly giggle. Hoping that none of the guys had heard (sound carried well in the barn), Maggie shuddered at the thought of any of them knowing. She decided that maybe the hay could wait until the morning anyway. She climbed down the ladder, hoping that all the guys were in the bunkhouse, playing cards or beating off.
She walked out of the barn, stopping to breath in the night air. Feeling good, she walked the mile & ¼ to her cabin. She usually enjoyed the walk, but tonight, for some reason, she felt on edge. She just attributed it to that damned Harry. He hadn’t cleaned the tack that he had used that day. The part of her walk that she least liked was passing the bunkhouse. The guys usually let her pass safely but Maggie felt a bit vulnerable tonight. She prayed that they were all asleep.
It was her dumb luck that a few of the guys were sitting outside on the porch. One of them was Dave. He bid her a good evening & asked her if she was in a good humor that evening. Maggie tried her very best not to look nervous, saying that she was in a fairly good mood. Lee, one of the handlers, talked to her for a few minutes about a couple of the horses she dealt with, while Dave watched the interaction. He took in her short stature, the way her eyes danced when she talked about the horses under her care. He liked the way she moved & secretly admired both her skill at handing the most difficult of stallions & her gentle demeanor.
But more than anything, he wanted to know why she had been laughing. He had heard his share of laughter in his life & for a moment, hers had bordered on hysterical for a moment. That was the kind of laughter that came from being tickled. This piqued his curiosity more than anything. He knew that he would find out soon enough. As he watched her, he realized that she never wore sleeveless tops or ever went barefoot….. She also never let anyone touch her-ever. That was odd in itself to him.
Maggie bid everyone a good night & turned to go to here cottage. As she did, she noticed how Dave was looking at her. This unsettled her just a little but she shook it off & went on her way. She arrived home & took a long shower, trying to relax her aching, overworked muscles. Soon, she was in her bed, dozing off. Her night passed uneventfully. Maggie woke up, refreshed & had forgotten all about the night before & her fear of being discovered. She got dressed & brushed her hair & went to the main hall for her usual breakfast with the others. Everyone greeted her as she came in & she settled at one of the tables with Lee & a few others. They talked horses for a while & Lee mentioned that she had a slightly heavier load today as Dave wasn’t going to be around. They were all spreading his work around to get it done. Maggie greeted this with a harsh sigh. That man was a pain where a pill would never reach. He did this more often than anyone else on the farm. He would need to ‘go away’ for a few days & everyone else would have to carry his load.
As they all threw away their trash & got that last cup of coffee, Lee took Maggie aside & told her that she should keep her eye on Troy, that he was acting sort of funny after last night. Lee said that he had been asking a lot of questions about Maggie. Maggie really wasn’t too worried about Troy. She could take care of herself if need be. She thanked Lee, telling him that she could handle that punk if she had to. She had her ways.
Maggie started by looking at the schedule to see who needed what done. Her schedule didn’t look any heavier than usual but she just took the clipboard & did what was on it like she usually did. Most of her horses needed nothing more than a good brushing out & about 5 needed a good workout. She got the ones that needed brushing out of the way & had them done by lunch. As she sat & ate her sandwich, Lee came in & asked if she was doing okay. His visit surprised her just a little as it was unusual for him to see any of the grooms during the day. Lee just said that he was over this way & thought that he would just check in with her.
As he left, she thought back to her last job….. It had been a ranch job, taking care of prize Arabians. The foreman was an evil man with a devious sense of humor. He could be the sweetest thing that walked the earth but if you got on his wrong side, he could get back at you in ways that would make your skin crawl. One time, he had caught one of the ranch hands sleeping in the hayloft & he had tied him up one of the colts have his way with his naked feet. He had poured a mixture of honey, milk & soft oats on the poor guy’s feet & left him that way until the young horse was through. The guy never said anything to the owner but never slept in the hayloft again either. The guy’s hysterical laughter & begging was, to her, both creepy & exciting. Another time, Maggie had been the target although she had done nothing wrong…he had just been in a sadistic mood. He had tied her up in the hayloft & had tickled her with pieces of hay until she had the most intense orgasm of her life. At first, he hadn’t planned on that to happen but he saw that his tickling was turning her on & teased her, making her beg as he played a feather from a chicken over her pussy lips while he tickled her feet without a shred of mercy. Her climax was explosive & lasted a long time.
Since then, the thought of tickling both appealed to her but she feared it with all her heart too. After her ‘experience’ with the foreman, he tied & tickled her many more times, some playful & gentle but more often than not, it was intense to the point of being painful. Maggie had no intentions of becoming another ‘tickle toy’ for any man. Her orgasms had been incredibly intense while being tickled & the exhilaration that she felt while being in that helpless state was something that she longed for over & over. It was almost like there was a ‘tug of war’ within her on this subject. The rest of the day went smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary happened. As she got out the last horse to be exercised, one of the other grooms came to her with a short list. He told her that this had been missing from her list that Lee had made up for her. She put the horse in the cross-ties & looked at the list closely. The other groom shrugged & told her that those things had to be done today before she left for the night or if she wanted to start extra early the next morning. He said that all the other grooms were dealing with that too.
Maggie groaned as she saw that one of the duties that Lee had given her was getting hay down from the loft. She decided to leave that for last as that was the messiest job that was on the list. She didn’t want to walk around with hay in her hair the rest of the day. After exercising the horse that she had out, cooled him down & put him into his stall, she groaned again at the thought of going back into that hayloft. The memories that she had of being tortured were still powerful for her. She looked at the time. The clock in the tacking area read 6 pm. Dinner was always served in the main hall at this time & she was hungry. She decided to go get a quick bite, put up the hay & then go home. She walked to the hall & grabbed a couple of sandwiches & a couple of cans of soda to drink. Lee saw her & asked her if she had gotten the hay pulled & she told him that she would do it after she ate. He nodded & patted her on the back. Lee warned her to be careful as she would be alone.
As Maggie walked back to the barn, the words rang in her mind ‘She would be ALONE’. Maggie was not really afraid but then again….. She sat in the grooms lounge & ate her food & drank her soda quickly, not wanting this have this hanging over her head all night. She got up & threw away her trash from the sandwich wrappers & drank the rest of her soda. Stretching, she put her gloves on & walked to the loft. She climbed the ladder, dreading this part of her job. As she reached the top of the ladder, she saw that someone had been up here before her. The bales had been moved around. Sighing, she thought that someone had maybe stolen a nap up here. Wouldn’t be the first time….As Maggie put the bales back where they belonged & set aside the ones that she had to drop to the barn floor, she heard a soft noise. Dismissing it as just a family of mice that she had disturbed, she continued with what she had been doing.
It was hot in the loft, in spite of the late hour. She stripped down to her T shirt so that she wouldn’t get too sweated up as she worked. She didn’t notice the man-sized shadow at the top of the ladder, watching her. As she worked in a long familiar rhythm, grabbing the bale & heaving it over the side, he watched her, waiting for the right moment. After she had done tossing 15 bales, she was tired & figured that if that wasn’t enough, she could do more in the morning. As she turned, she saw the shadow & terrible fear leapt into her heart. With a voice that shook with trepidation, she asked who was there. With a rope in his hand, Dave stepped into the dim light of the loft. He rushed her & quickly tied her hands & looped the rope over one of the ceiling beams & tying it off so that her arms were suspended over her head. Maggie struggled like a woman possessed, yelling as loud as she could. Dave gagged her, forcing her mouth open to accept it. He walked around her, inspecting her closely. Maggie’s eyes were huge with fear as he did this. Knowing that he was up to something truly evil, she tensed, waiting for him to do something.
Dave grinned at her & took a piece of hay & played it in the sleeve of her T shirt. Maggie struggled wildly & immediately started giggling into the gag. While she had struggled, her shirt came untucked from her jeans. He noticed this & used the same piece of hay to run it over the bare flesh there. She twisted franticly, trying to move away from him. Her laughter was barely muffled by the gag. Dave’s eyes lit up & he whispered to Maggie that he knew her secret. As he tickled her tummy & sides, he told her that he had gone into town & asked a few questions about her to a few choice people that knew her. Maggie felt faint as she heard this. Now, she would have no peace, especially if he told the other guys. Her heart sank as the hopelessness of her situation became real to her. Dave was going to do terrible things to her & there was nothing that she could do to stop him. He found another length of hay rope & used it to tie her legs. She began to pound her boot heels against the floor of the loft, trying to get the attention of the others. Troy evilly told her that they had all gone to town to see a movie but a few had stayed behind for some ‘fun’. He emphasized that word in an oily way that Maggie didn’t like one bit.
He looked her up & down, rubbing his crotch & smiling. He added that she would have to lose some of her clothes but she would do okay for the moment. He left for a moment & came back with the others that he had mentioned. Her eyes widened & her muffled pleas for help to the others were fruitless. They had huge bulges at their crotches & a wild, drunken look about them. They had every intention of doing what Troy told them to do. They had that stupid look about them. Dave ordered them to carry her down to the barn. At first, Maggie was too shocked to react but after a moment, she fought with everything that she had in her. Her body bucked & twisted, trying to get away. But Dave had tied her well, her hands & legs bound tightly with good strong knots. She had fire in her eyes as they brought her to the cross ties. In stead of using the ties that they used on the horses, they kept her arms above her & set her on a bale of hay. One of the other guys tugged her boots & socks off, caressing her feet as he did. Maggie grunted & tried very hard not to giggle. Each one took a foot & started using anything, pieces of hay, brushes, their fingers to tickle her helpless feet.
Maggie was losing the battle, grinding her teeth & swearing under her breath to keep from laughing out loud. She knew that the moment that she let one giggle out, her battle was lost & she would be in big trouble. The 2 relentlessly tickled her feet, alternately digging their fingers in & using soft touches. She bucked & jerked, trying to break their hold on her legs so that she could kick them. One leg did get away from them but at that point, Troy said that it was time for the ‘fun’ to begin. Troy undid the belt to her jeans while she fought & cursed him every way she could. He just grinned evilly & unzipped them slowly, making her fight all the more. Maggie knew also that when they saw that she was moist, that they would never give her peace. It would be like before………..
It took all 5 of them to hold her down as they stripped off her jeans. Troy took in her well shaped legs that had been shaved recently as well as zeroing in on her moist womanhood. Troy looked into Maggie’s face, seeing the combined shame/excitement in her eyes. He licked his lips & smiled slowly. Now, he knew her real secret. Ice-cold dread covered her as she saw the look in Troy’s eyes. He was in overdrive now, his mental wheels visibly turning. He teased her, asking her if she liked being tickled. Now, all of them fell upon her, using whatever was at hand, each one taking a position, they tickled her on every part of her body. Troy told them only to leave her private parts alone…..
Maggie did everything within her power to evade their torture but to no avail. Her panicked laughter only told a small part of the agony that she was enduring. Soon, all she could do to was to hang from her hands, limp, laughing silently, her sweat-covered body, lifeless & unresponsive to her tormentors. But a fire had been kindled inside her that needed to be quenched in the worst way. After a few minutes, she recovered enough to bare her teeth & spit at Dave. He admired her spirit but every woman could be broken, just like a horse. He thought that maybe a slower approach might work better now. They had confirmed that she was ticklish on every part of her body. She had jumped nicely when her knees had been pinched & her feet were so ticklish that the threat of tickling them had made them squirm.
He could see that her panties were drenched from her excitement. Now, he wanted to hear her BEG. He took the others aside & told them of his plan & they eagerly agreed. As she sat there, panting & gasping for breath, they brought in one of the new foals. Her mother was near by so that she wouldn’t bust out of her stall in a panic. Dave had brought a pail of oats & there was a nursing bottle filled with a mixture of milk & honey that they used to get newborn foals to eat if they were orphaned. Dave squirted the mixture on one foot & led the foal to it. As foals go, they’re always hungry & the food looked good to her no matter where it came from. The foal greedily licked her foot, making her scream in ticklish agony. Through her screams, she cursed Dave all the more, telling him that he would be next & that his foot would be the last thing that he had to worry about. He squirted some more mixture on her feet, letting it get between her toes. He then suspended the bottle over her sole & opened the hole in the nipples more so that it would flow more quickly, keeping the young horse interested.
The foal lapped eagerly at her foot, its curly tail flapping happily. Maggie was in tickle hell. This lasted for longer than Maggie knew. All she could do was to writhe & jerk her legs to try to discourage the foal from eating off of her foot any longer. Soon, one of them took the young horse away & either let her rest purposely or just a short break while they concocted some other fiendish torture for her. She sat there, panting hoarsely, her throat raw from screaming. While she was recovering, they untied her hands only to strip her shirt off & retie them with her laying back.
Maggie feared what would inevitably come next. Her panties followed & her legs were suspended from the rafters, spread wide apart. She was now completely naked & totally vulnerable to whatever they wanted to do to her. Troy took the other men outside for a few minutes while Maggie was left to ponder her position. She regained her strength & renewed her struggles. She knew that if they made her cum against her will, they would do this on a regular basis. She couldn’t let that happen if she could help it, but she was so horny that that wasn’t a reality. She knew that once they resumed tickling her that all it would take would be a light touch or 2 on the right spot & she would explode.
They came back, with long blades of grass from the outside of the barn. Maggie watched in total fear as they approached her with sly grins on their faces. She knew exactly what they were up to & it wasn’t good. She went cold all over in spite of being naked. They all let the tips of the grass graze her flesh, each one taking a different part of her body. The irritating touches of the grass blades made her twitch violently & helpless giggles erupted from her tender throat. It was Troy that let his grass blades concentrate on her nipples & tummy. As he got closer & closer to her pussy, Maggie laughed harder & harder & her pussy literally dripped with her juices. When he got to her inner thighs, she was writhing so violently that they had to keep her steady. Soon, moans combined with her laughter. The other men threw away their grass blades to tickle her body with their fingers while Troy continued to tease/tickle her with the grass. He let the tips of the blades tickle her inner thighs & even letting it touch her inner pussy lips.
As Maggie came closer to her orgasm, Dave stopped, but the rest of them tickled her all the harder, keeping her climax at bay. They kept this up for a while, tickling her pussy, teasing her clit then tickling her unmercifully to keep her from cumming. The whole time, they teased her verbally, telling her that when she came that she could go home. Dave removed the gag, letting her breathe a little better but his motives weren’t kindness. He whispered that he wanted to hear her beg first before they would let her go. Maggie panted & gave him a look that would have killed. That was the one thing that she didn’t want to do. Troy crossed his arms & gave the air of waiting patiently for something.
Maggie sighed & then, in a sudden flash of rebellion, she spat in his face. He slapped her, telling her to mind what sort of position she was in. Her head rocked back with the force of the blow but she smiled that she had gotten to him. He nodded to his men & they renewed their tickle assault on her helpless body, digging their fingers into her flesh cruelly. Maggie bucked & screamed at the top of her lungs, finally being able to make more than muffled sounds. Unmindful of the rope burns that she would suffer in the morning, she wrenched her hands & feet as far as she could but to no avail. Hands were all over her, ticking, probing, poking her & her mind was filled with nothing but those feelings, she knew nothing else in that moment. Soon, all she could do was twitch & bark out hoarse grunts. Exhausted, she couldn’t react.
Dave took the grass up again & teased her tender pussy, seeing that in spite of her outburst earlier, she was still engorged & dripping. He played the grass tips over these parts, wringing tortured moans from her. He whispered to his men & now, instead of intense tickling, they changed to gentle caresses. Maggie’s body was now afire with sensual pleasures that she had absolutely no control over. She knew that all they wanted to do was to make her cum & taunt her while it was happening. She moaned & writhed sensually as the grass grazed her swollen clit. Her **** ached to be filled but she didn’t beg….yet. The next thing she knew, fingers were gently tickling her feet, not hard but slow & soft, just enough for her to register. The feeling of that gentle tickling went straight to her aching pussy, making her moan louder. Now gentle tickling on her breasts, making her laugh sweetly. Her nipples grew & stiffened as the men played with her body expertly.
She knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer. Her climax was closer than it had ever been without spilling over. Her whole body throbbed with the extreme need to have release. Without realizing what she was doing, she softly asked to have them get her off. Troy bent close to hear her more clearly, not sure of what she had said. He told her that he wanted her to tell them how much she enjoyed being tickled & that she begged permission to climax. Maggie shook her head violently. He was asking too much from her. She couldn’t lower herself to beg like that. Dave leaned over her breasts & took one nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly.
Maggie moaned & bucked her hips. He told her again what he wanted from her. He nodded to the others & each one took up their positions, one at each foot, one at each armpit & one stationed at her tummy. Dave took one foot & stroked it softly as he told her that the sooner she told him what he wanted to hear, the sooner she would be let go & be able to go home. Part of her longed for the orgasm that she knew was coming anyway but she also knew that this would never end. They or more precisely, Dave would be after her as long as he worked there. Through the sensual haze that she was in, she sensed that Dave had done this before. He seemed to ‘know things’ about the human body that most people didn’t.
They all started ticking her lightly, each paying close attention to how she was reacting. Maggie giggled louder & writhed on her make-shift bed. One gently tickled her tummy, swirling his fingertip into her belly button. The men at her armpits danced their fingers lightly against the tender, stretched skin while their other hands raked her sides lightly. Dave & the guy that had the other foot both gently scratched the entire bottom of both feet, occasionally tickling between her toes. Their other hands were tickling up & down her legs, dipping behind her knees. Maggie was helpless against this all point assault, being tickled on every part of her body at once. She could do nothing but laugh hysterically & writhe in ticklish ecstasy. Her body was drenched with sweat & bits of hay spotted her all over, adding to the ticklish agony that she was in. They all were teasing her verbally but to her, it was just a dull roar compared to the roar of blood in her ears as her body throbbed with sexual tension. Their voices babbled in the background like so many mosquitoes. Her laughter & her desire drowned them out.
Her body sore & stressed from her position & from enduring such long torture finally began to betray her. Her mind babbled incoherent thoughts & her mouth screamed exactly what Dave had wanted to hear. He had broken her. Tears of pain & humiliation coursed down her face as she begged repeatedly that she loved to be tickled & that she NEEDED to cum. He smiled like he had heard the sweetest words in the world. She stopped struggling, in spite of the ongoing tickling. Dave saw that she was done. All the men saw her submission & looked to Dave, asking if they could be the one to get her off. Dave gave Maggie the ultimate insult & drew straws to see who would fuck her. The one that ‘won’ stepped up & unzipped his jeans right in front of Maggie’s face, letting her see what she was getting. Maggie was unresponsive as he stepped around to go between her legs. As he entered her, she showed signs of life, writhing & moaning. With him being so stimulated, it didn’t take him long to finish, pounding into her & crying out as her orgasm took them both away.
Seeing her buck & moan, they all ganged up on her except Dave. He had gotten his satisfaction in her submission. He didn’t need to do anything more to her. The others tickled her while they took turns screwing her. Maggie’s giggles blended with moans of helpless passion. This only served to spur the men on, tickling harder, teasing her more until she bucked wildly, orgasm after orgasm wracking her poor, overworked body. Soon, the men left her alone; themselves exhausted form the effort of tickling her for that extended period of time. She lay where they had left her, mercifully passed out. Sadistically, Dave told them to leave her like that for Lee to see in the morning. Silently, they left her like that, stopping only to gag her again.
Hours later, Lee, the foreman walked into the barn, almost falling over in surprise at seeing Maggie tied & helpless. At first, he was too shocked to do anything but stand there, spellbound. Maggie was still unconscious, legs spread invitingly, her feet still rosy from the intense tickling she had endured. Her body was still sweat covered & slightly bruised from the poking & prodding that had been done to her. Her pussy & inner thighs were still wet from her ordeal but to Lee, she looked incredibly sexy & he became extremely aroused by the sight of her lying there like that. He noticed that there were long blades of grass & some brushes lying near her. Suddenly, he became curious & picked up the grass, examining it closely. He wondered what would happen if he touched her with it. Carefully, he pulled the grass between her toes. Her foot twitched & even in her present state, she giggled so sweetly. Lee felt a sudden excitement & used the grass on her exposed pussy. Again, even though she was unconscious, she still writhed a little & moaned. Slowly, Maggie came to & saw Lee standing there with the grass in his hand. Her eyes grew wide & she started bucking as much as her overworked body could.
Lee was so excited by the way she was moving that he totally forgot that she was a captive & again, let the grass blades graze her exposed sex. Through her gag, Maggie screamed & begged Lee to stop tickling her & let her go. Shaking her head, she tried to get him to at least remove the gag. Lee was too busy watching her legs & feet twitch & move to pay attention to the rest of her. Lee had a carefully guarded secret too. He loved to tickle women, especially feet. He grabbed a stool & some more grass & told Maggie that no one would bother them for at least another few hours & that all she had to do was lay back & relax……he would make her laugh so sweetly. Maggie screamed into her gag as she felt him tickling her foot with one hand & teasing her pussy with the other. She felt another burning orgasm building as she laughed & laughed & laughed…………
