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The smell of defeet is definately in the air as Part one and half of this vile fairy tale was completed. Enjoy the tasty tickling torture the powerful tortress dishes out this time!! 
Story code: f/f m/f
The following story has been rated AO for sexual content, graphic sexual tickling, and other bad things. You must be at least 100 years old to view this story!
( Continued from Part one's ending )
She lowered the table of the Pig-stock which put Alissa's bare feet in striking distance. Her feet had soft skin from the toes to the balls of her feet, and judging by her shiny nail polish, she had just been in the pedicure spa recently. Victoria grinned mischievously, knowing that even the toughest bitches crumbled when their sensitive soles were raked by a tickling professional, but unfortunately, not this time!!! Alissa didn’t so much as flinch when Victoria started her tickling assault on her helpless soles. Alissa shook her head, laughing at Victoria's attempts as she continued to tickle her feet. All of the sudden, Victoria became very nervous that her powers weren’t going to help her with Alissa, and the King and Queen might get rid of her for failure, even with her perfect record. Victoria became desperate now, and turned to drastic measures. She jumped up from her seat, and ran for kitchen.
After a minute or two, Victoria walked back to the Pig-stock, and took a seat holding a paint brush in one hand, and a jar of honey in the other. She hummed playfully while she painted Alissa's entire right foot in golden honey. After the final touches were done, Victoria smiled and grabbed her right foot by the ankle and began sucking Alissa's toes, one by one. She slurped in the big toe, cleaning the honey off the toe with her quickly moving tongue, and followed the same process all the way down the line of toes. Alissa did fidget in her binds, but absolutely no laughter what so ever. Victoria sighed, and almost felt like giving up when her honey-covered toe tickling feast failed on her. She got up from her seat, and scanned her chamber for another bondage contraption when she saw the Half-stock sitting quiet and alone in the back corner of the room.
Alissa now found herself in the contraption that she had teased earlier, but now she wasn’t laughing.
The Half-stock locked around her waist, and kept her wrists locked at her sides, and the way the stock was made, it forced Alissa to be locked in a bent over position, exposing her bare butt and legs. Victoria also pulled down the spreader bar, and connected each of her ankles to it, which spread her legs wide open, and suspended them off the ground. The final touch was a white blindfold tied firmly around Alissa's head.
"Why don't you give up Bitch... you obviously failed..."- Alissa shouted, trying to kick her ankles free.
Victoria just smiled, and continued to double-check her knots and straps just to make sure there wouldn’t be any accidentally slip outs. She grinned as she pulled up a stool between Alissa's spread legs and dipped a small detailing paintbrush in warm baby oil. She had a feeling that Alissa's ticklish spot may be in a more intimate area of her body, but she couldn’t be sure without checking first. Alissa turned her head awkwardly, trying to listen to see where Victoria was because of the blindfold. Then, Alissa felt the tip of the brush begin its work on the small and tender piece of skin that ran from the end of the vagina to the beginning of her butt hole. Shutters rumbled throughout Alissa's body as the brush tickled the tender area, which finally got a few giggles out of Alissa. After almost an hour, Alissa's innocent schoolgirl giggling had now erupted into maddening and unstoppable sobbing and laughing as Victoria now painted the area with two brushes.
" hahe aheae ahea eahea enough!!! haha ahh ENOUGH!!!! haha aehaehae ehaa ahahahahahaha ahaha aaha haehhe haaaaaahhh hahahahahahahe eeh no more!!!"- Alissa begged and pleaded, but Victoria had no intentions of quitting until she got the truth about her involvement in the gang. Finally, when Victoria switched to one brush and three fingers, Alissa finally went crazy, in fact, she almost pulled the spreader bar from the ceiling. She finally told the truth about her leadership of the gang, the Thorn bushes, and gave away the names and locations of her teammates and their hidden bases. In minutes, the guards arrived at her front door to retrieve the Prisoner. Before Alissa left, Victoria made her sign her name on her new " Tortured soles" wall in which she'd make every prisoner who she defeated sign before they left, and Alissa was the first one.
Both exhausted and filled with relief, Victoria drew herself a hot bubble bath and relaxed the rest of the night away. Her new cat, Widow, joined her in the bathroom and laid into the rug. Meanwhile, in the dungeon underground, Alissa got one phone call before she was put in her cell for the evening, so she called Melissa Myers, who served as the leader of the gang when she wasn't around. Alissa told where she was and that she had been forced to give secret information during an interrogation with the Royal Tortress and that she needed to move the team to the only hidden base Alissa kept secret from Victoria. She also instructed Melissa to find a way to get rid of Victoria, the new weapon the Royal castle was using to retrieve information. After the telephone, Alissa was taken to her cell where she would spend the next few months.
Victoria was called to the King and Queen's attention Sunday morning. She put on her most beautiful sun dress, and headed for the throne. Once there, she was greeted with a dozen white roses as a thank you for all her great work. They even went as far as giving her a little princess crown, bearing the name Tortress across the brim in diamonds. She thankfully kissed the King and Queen's feet, and grabbed her schedule for the new week. She glanced over the names, looking for any of the teammates Alissa had giving up, but none of them had been caught yet. She unlocked the doors to her chamber, and walked into her lovely room of torture. She did, however, fail to notice that one of her three windows had been broken someone was in her room.
Victoria undressed herself and headed for her closet, where she kept her Tortress outfit. The intruder silently watched from under the bed as Victoria pulled up her thong and shifted it into place. As she went for her dress, which was lying on the bed, right next to Widow, the intruder attacked!, grabbing her left ankle, and pulling it violently forward. With a yelp, Victoria fell backwards. All of the sudden, another Intruder came out from hiding behind the Half-stock and while the hand held firmly to Victoria's ankle, this new intruder rolled her onto her stomach and shoved a bright blue ball-gag into her mouth and quickly tied her elbows and wrists together behind her back.
Dressed only in her thong, Victoria was pulled up and onto her feet. She stared wide-eyed at her captors, two women bearing the Thorn bush logo tattoo on their shoulders. They smiled, and both women shoved Victoria headfirst into a large coffin-sized box. The members of the Thorn bush gang then donned costumes of furniture movers, and carefully lifted the coffin box to the window, where they had a large wooden wagon waiting. The guards didn’t pay much attention, seeing that the truck had a sign saying " Merry Movers "
Out of sheer chance, a guard looked over at the women and did start approaching, but only to offer a smile and ask if they needed a hand. Can you believe it? The guard actually helped them put Victoria in their wagon. Now, if Victoria's ball-gag wasn't dipped in chloroform, she might have pounded on the box, turning some heads, but no, she was fast asleep. They loaded the wagon, and drove away, heading for the only secret base that hadn’t been searched by the Royal Police, the only place where no one would come to Victoria's aid, and the Thorn bush gang planned to take FULL advantage of this situation....
Victoria finally came to, but it was so dark, she thought she was still sleeping. After a minute or two, she realized she wasn’t asleep, she was staring at the inside of a wicker basket, which was covering her head. She tried to get up, only to notice she was tied down on her back to a large wooden table with two straps covering her chest above and below her naked breasts. Her arms were slightly spread out , enough to expose her armpits, and tied at the wrists farther down the table. Another leather strap held her waist to the table just under the belly button, keeping her upper body firmly pressed to the tabletop.
Her lower body felt like it was tied to a completely different type of table. It felt more like the bottom half of an X, and her legs were tied to each leg of the X, which spread them out as far as they could stretch. Straps were tied around the upper thigh, the knee, and the ankle of each foot was locked in its own separate stock. Also, to make matters worse, her butt was hanging freely off the normal table's surface, and everything was exposed thanks to her legs being spread so far. The wicker basket had a few hundred penny-sized slits, but other than that, she couldn’t see anything. She thought the best thing to do would be to test her binds, maybe with enough force, she could pry a hand, or an ankle free. She began struggling as hard as she could, but that movement triggered a loud alarm, which scared Victoria into submission when it began to scream. After a few minutes of the loud and screeching siren, it stopped and she heard a door opening...
"Sleepy head.... are you awake?"- A women's voice said, and she tugged a few of Victoria's toes.
"Shut up... we have orders not to speak to her.."- another girl said, and Victoria heard a chair being pulled towards her as it screeched against the floor.
"Hey, I know rules are rules, but I'm not going to sit here and babysit this bitch without having a little fun with her, don't you agree?"- Another chair moved in the room. The other women said nothing, but the silence wasn’t necessarily a good answer for Victoria.
"Hey Tortress... can I ask you a question?"- High heeled shoes clicked against the ground as she asked the question to Victoria. They knew she was called that because they had stolen her crown, and saw it printed across the brim.
"Sure, If I can ask you a question..." - She said, hoping they'd agree without much trouble.
"I'll go first.... Alissa told me all about what you did to her, and how you got the information outta her... I just gotta know.. how could a woman do what you did to another woman? I mean, don't you know that tickling that area of the female body is pure evil, and absolute torture for the female species? "- She said, getting closer to Victoria now. In fact, this woman was now between her legs, she could feel her hair slide across her inner thighs.
" I think it's only fair to give you a little taste of your own medicine.. don't you agree?"- Her friend must have nodded her head yes because all of the sudden, a feather found it's way into Victoria's butt hole It slowly slid into her butt crack, moving at an incredibly slow pace, making sure the feather had long-lasting effects of torture on poor Victoria. She moaned and struggled a little, but if the women only knew where Victoria was really ticklish, they wouldn’t have even bothered tickling her anywhere else. After a few minutes of that naughty feather slipping and sliding into her most private of areas, she finally cracked and began screaming with laughter under the wicker basket covering her head.
The two women looked at each other, and smiled realizing they finally got her to lose all control. With that, the women pulled the feather away, and stood to her feet. Victoria could hear them talking, and it sounded like they were getting ready to leave. The next thing she heard caused Victoria's anxiety levels to sky-rocket...
"Well Tortress, unfortunately, we'd love to stay and chat, but we’re leaving you now.. " She said to Victoria from the foot of the table.
"You can't just leave me here!!! Without food and water!! " - Victoria frantically shouted, hoping her captors would listen to reason.
"Don't be silly, we're only going to be gone for a few hours.. besides, we're not leaving you alone.."
SUDDENLY, The chamber doors burst open with a terrible bang that sent shocking chills up and down our heroine’s spine. Into the room walked the most perverted living court jester to ever live. His vile appearance said it all, but his behavior was standalone as well. From the top of his head to the bottoms of his shoes, this clown was covered in smut. Big boob balls hung from the three points of his jester hat and with each head shake they jiggled about. His face was painted crimson with his eyebrows, lips, and eyes lined with black ink. His smile was disgusting too! The surfaces of each piss yellow chomper had yet to feel the bristles of a toothbrush. Luckily for the jester, most of his teeth had given up and fallen out by now.
On his crotch, he wore a strap on belt with a huge modified black penis extended about ten inches from his waist. His clowny pants were covered with love stains for he seemed to get excited by the line of work he performed. In his case, it was torturing young women. Although he didn’t oppose to whippings, brandings, or public humiliation sessions, this Jester had a real fix for tickling drunken women. He would force the captive to consume more alcohol then they probably ever had in their entire lives before he would tie them down and tickle their helpless bodies until they peed themselves. This was merely the warm up. Wearing soaked panties, the jester would then tickle them into several exploding orgasms. After all that was done, he’d finally begin his true tickling techniques.
To the dismay of his prisoners, the jester was all about public tickling torment. He’d make a huge fuss about it all through town to gather a huge crowd for the session. Then when at least a hundred peasants and god knows who else showed up, he’d bring the now fully nude prisoner into the square for a little show and tickle…
His eyes studied Victoria’s beautiful body like a scientist studies cells. The thorn bush gang looked absolutely disgusted by the surprise intruder.
“She’s all yours.” One of them said.
A middle finger rose in their direction as he slithered his way towards Victoria as he silently carried what appeared to be wooden box shoes towards Vicky’s flopping feet.
The last thing the girls wanted was some sort of confrontation with this slug. So, being cowards they quickly fled their own dwelling in fear leaving Victoria alone with him.
“HEY!!! LEAVE my feet out of this!!! OUCH!!! What the hell is going on here?”
Without so much as a peep, the jester fitted his devilish tickling sole scrubber sandals to her beautiful bare feet.
The two women headed out as the sounds of Victoria's screams of sobbing and laughing filled the hallway. They smiled at each other, knowing that jester must have finally started working on the defenseless bare soles of Victoria's feet. Isn’t it weird how life is? One minute, you’re broke as a joke and living in the woods. The next minute, you’re eating with the Royal family and living in a castle!
Now, you’re in the hands of a complete lunatic and will soon be treated to a day of public tickling without clothing or mercy anywhere in sight.
The jester had connected each foot tickling device, which was basically a vibrating toothbrush on a motorized wheel to each of her pretty feet.
Poor Victoria, the once proud and royal Tortress, was a babbling wreck of her once powerful self. The devasting fact that escape was out of the question was taunting her as she weakly tried pulling her feet away from the Sole Scrubbers. Vicky’s laughs and giggles filled the room as she now was forced to gulp down her own tasty medicine.
Later that day,
Hundreds had gathered that day to see what was to be the event of the season. Never before in the history of the kingdom had anyone associated with the Royal Family been shamed in any way! The jester had set up some sort of weird looking bondage jungle gym center stage in the center of town. It was basically a large wooden V upside down and surrounded by heavy looking pulleys and beams. The crowd was loud and aggressive as the anticipation grew for the show to begin. As much as people feared the creepy perverted jester, they couldn’t take their eyes off him. Like a true showmen, he lowered himself in a bow and gracefully welcomed the crowd. To the left of the stage was a red curtain covering what appeared to be a bullet shaped cage.
With a grin, he smiled and turned the crowd’s attention towards the red bullet. The show was about to begin. With a mighty tug on the red curtain’s yellow rope, it was pulled away and fell to the sides of the cage. Inside, a humiliated and crying version of the once powerful Tortress was displayed to the crowd. She was able to cover her breasts and her crotch with her hands and arms, but her curvy rear was for all to see. The crowd cheered as tomatoes and cabbage was thrown at the sides of the cage. As they splattered around Victoria, the Jester opened the doors.
Before she had a chance to react, she was turned and forced to press up against the bars of the cage as her elbows and wrists were bound together. This meant that her attempt to save her nudity would be lost. He smiled at her as he lightly kissed her left cheek. Disgusted, she turned to him and spit directly in his eyes. The crowd immediately burst into fits of mocking laughter as some of his red face paint drained down chin.
He could feel his temples burning from the anger inside. His face frowned in disgust and he clenched his hands into fists. Just before he blew up into a raging fire of emotion, he quickly remembered that her torture would soon be more then enough payback for the juicy spit she had been so kind to share.
The time had come for her walk of shame to the tickling torture machine. Blindly, she was led from the cage towards the upside down wooden V shape in the center of Town square. She seemed to be fine with the nudity and wasn’t putting up much of a fight. This angered the Jester in a way that couldn’t be described with words. So he used actions instead. Out of nowhere, he stopped Victoria dead in her tracks and bent her over so her nose nearly touched the street. He kicked her legs open wide and firmly gripped each of her wiggly ass cheeks. With a smile as if to give the best photo opportunity ever, he slowly but surely exposed our little heroine most private of areas to the entire crowd by spreading her cheeks wide apart and holding them there.
Stay tuned for the show…
Story code: f/f m/f
The following story has been rated AO for sexual content, graphic sexual tickling, and other bad things. You must be at least 100 years old to view this story!
( Continued from Part one's ending )
She lowered the table of the Pig-stock which put Alissa's bare feet in striking distance. Her feet had soft skin from the toes to the balls of her feet, and judging by her shiny nail polish, she had just been in the pedicure spa recently. Victoria grinned mischievously, knowing that even the toughest bitches crumbled when their sensitive soles were raked by a tickling professional, but unfortunately, not this time!!! Alissa didn’t so much as flinch when Victoria started her tickling assault on her helpless soles. Alissa shook her head, laughing at Victoria's attempts as she continued to tickle her feet. All of the sudden, Victoria became very nervous that her powers weren’t going to help her with Alissa, and the King and Queen might get rid of her for failure, even with her perfect record. Victoria became desperate now, and turned to drastic measures. She jumped up from her seat, and ran for kitchen.
After a minute or two, Victoria walked back to the Pig-stock, and took a seat holding a paint brush in one hand, and a jar of honey in the other. She hummed playfully while she painted Alissa's entire right foot in golden honey. After the final touches were done, Victoria smiled and grabbed her right foot by the ankle and began sucking Alissa's toes, one by one. She slurped in the big toe, cleaning the honey off the toe with her quickly moving tongue, and followed the same process all the way down the line of toes. Alissa did fidget in her binds, but absolutely no laughter what so ever. Victoria sighed, and almost felt like giving up when her honey-covered toe tickling feast failed on her. She got up from her seat, and scanned her chamber for another bondage contraption when she saw the Half-stock sitting quiet and alone in the back corner of the room.
Alissa now found herself in the contraption that she had teased earlier, but now she wasn’t laughing.
The Half-stock locked around her waist, and kept her wrists locked at her sides, and the way the stock was made, it forced Alissa to be locked in a bent over position, exposing her bare butt and legs. Victoria also pulled down the spreader bar, and connected each of her ankles to it, which spread her legs wide open, and suspended them off the ground. The final touch was a white blindfold tied firmly around Alissa's head.
"Why don't you give up Bitch... you obviously failed..."- Alissa shouted, trying to kick her ankles free.
Victoria just smiled, and continued to double-check her knots and straps just to make sure there wouldn’t be any accidentally slip outs. She grinned as she pulled up a stool between Alissa's spread legs and dipped a small detailing paintbrush in warm baby oil. She had a feeling that Alissa's ticklish spot may be in a more intimate area of her body, but she couldn’t be sure without checking first. Alissa turned her head awkwardly, trying to listen to see where Victoria was because of the blindfold. Then, Alissa felt the tip of the brush begin its work on the small and tender piece of skin that ran from the end of the vagina to the beginning of her butt hole. Shutters rumbled throughout Alissa's body as the brush tickled the tender area, which finally got a few giggles out of Alissa. After almost an hour, Alissa's innocent schoolgirl giggling had now erupted into maddening and unstoppable sobbing and laughing as Victoria now painted the area with two brushes.
" hahe aheae ahea eahea enough!!! haha ahh ENOUGH!!!! haha aehaehae ehaa ahahahahahaha ahaha aaha haehhe haaaaaahhh hahahahahahahe eeh no more!!!"- Alissa begged and pleaded, but Victoria had no intentions of quitting until she got the truth about her involvement in the gang. Finally, when Victoria switched to one brush and three fingers, Alissa finally went crazy, in fact, she almost pulled the spreader bar from the ceiling. She finally told the truth about her leadership of the gang, the Thorn bushes, and gave away the names and locations of her teammates and their hidden bases. In minutes, the guards arrived at her front door to retrieve the Prisoner. Before Alissa left, Victoria made her sign her name on her new " Tortured soles" wall in which she'd make every prisoner who she defeated sign before they left, and Alissa was the first one.
Both exhausted and filled with relief, Victoria drew herself a hot bubble bath and relaxed the rest of the night away. Her new cat, Widow, joined her in the bathroom and laid into the rug. Meanwhile, in the dungeon underground, Alissa got one phone call before she was put in her cell for the evening, so she called Melissa Myers, who served as the leader of the gang when she wasn't around. Alissa told where she was and that she had been forced to give secret information during an interrogation with the Royal Tortress and that she needed to move the team to the only hidden base Alissa kept secret from Victoria. She also instructed Melissa to find a way to get rid of Victoria, the new weapon the Royal castle was using to retrieve information. After the telephone, Alissa was taken to her cell where she would spend the next few months.
Victoria was called to the King and Queen's attention Sunday morning. She put on her most beautiful sun dress, and headed for the throne. Once there, she was greeted with a dozen white roses as a thank you for all her great work. They even went as far as giving her a little princess crown, bearing the name Tortress across the brim in diamonds. She thankfully kissed the King and Queen's feet, and grabbed her schedule for the new week. She glanced over the names, looking for any of the teammates Alissa had giving up, but none of them had been caught yet. She unlocked the doors to her chamber, and walked into her lovely room of torture. She did, however, fail to notice that one of her three windows had been broken someone was in her room.
Victoria undressed herself and headed for her closet, where she kept her Tortress outfit. The intruder silently watched from under the bed as Victoria pulled up her thong and shifted it into place. As she went for her dress, which was lying on the bed, right next to Widow, the intruder attacked!, grabbing her left ankle, and pulling it violently forward. With a yelp, Victoria fell backwards. All of the sudden, another Intruder came out from hiding behind the Half-stock and while the hand held firmly to Victoria's ankle, this new intruder rolled her onto her stomach and shoved a bright blue ball-gag into her mouth and quickly tied her elbows and wrists together behind her back.
Dressed only in her thong, Victoria was pulled up and onto her feet. She stared wide-eyed at her captors, two women bearing the Thorn bush logo tattoo on their shoulders. They smiled, and both women shoved Victoria headfirst into a large coffin-sized box. The members of the Thorn bush gang then donned costumes of furniture movers, and carefully lifted the coffin box to the window, where they had a large wooden wagon waiting. The guards didn’t pay much attention, seeing that the truck had a sign saying " Merry Movers "
Out of sheer chance, a guard looked over at the women and did start approaching, but only to offer a smile and ask if they needed a hand. Can you believe it? The guard actually helped them put Victoria in their wagon. Now, if Victoria's ball-gag wasn't dipped in chloroform, she might have pounded on the box, turning some heads, but no, she was fast asleep. They loaded the wagon, and drove away, heading for the only secret base that hadn’t been searched by the Royal Police, the only place where no one would come to Victoria's aid, and the Thorn bush gang planned to take FULL advantage of this situation....
Victoria finally came to, but it was so dark, she thought she was still sleeping. After a minute or two, she realized she wasn’t asleep, she was staring at the inside of a wicker basket, which was covering her head. She tried to get up, only to notice she was tied down on her back to a large wooden table with two straps covering her chest above and below her naked breasts. Her arms were slightly spread out , enough to expose her armpits, and tied at the wrists farther down the table. Another leather strap held her waist to the table just under the belly button, keeping her upper body firmly pressed to the tabletop.
Her lower body felt like it was tied to a completely different type of table. It felt more like the bottom half of an X, and her legs were tied to each leg of the X, which spread them out as far as they could stretch. Straps were tied around the upper thigh, the knee, and the ankle of each foot was locked in its own separate stock. Also, to make matters worse, her butt was hanging freely off the normal table's surface, and everything was exposed thanks to her legs being spread so far. The wicker basket had a few hundred penny-sized slits, but other than that, she couldn’t see anything. She thought the best thing to do would be to test her binds, maybe with enough force, she could pry a hand, or an ankle free. She began struggling as hard as she could, but that movement triggered a loud alarm, which scared Victoria into submission when it began to scream. After a few minutes of the loud and screeching siren, it stopped and she heard a door opening...
"Sleepy head.... are you awake?"- A women's voice said, and she tugged a few of Victoria's toes.
"Shut up... we have orders not to speak to her.."- another girl said, and Victoria heard a chair being pulled towards her as it screeched against the floor.
"Hey, I know rules are rules, but I'm not going to sit here and babysit this bitch without having a little fun with her, don't you agree?"- Another chair moved in the room. The other women said nothing, but the silence wasn’t necessarily a good answer for Victoria.
"Hey Tortress... can I ask you a question?"- High heeled shoes clicked against the ground as she asked the question to Victoria. They knew she was called that because they had stolen her crown, and saw it printed across the brim.
"Sure, If I can ask you a question..." - She said, hoping they'd agree without much trouble.
"I'll go first.... Alissa told me all about what you did to her, and how you got the information outta her... I just gotta know.. how could a woman do what you did to another woman? I mean, don't you know that tickling that area of the female body is pure evil, and absolute torture for the female species? "- She said, getting closer to Victoria now. In fact, this woman was now between her legs, she could feel her hair slide across her inner thighs.
" I think it's only fair to give you a little taste of your own medicine.. don't you agree?"- Her friend must have nodded her head yes because all of the sudden, a feather found it's way into Victoria's butt hole It slowly slid into her butt crack, moving at an incredibly slow pace, making sure the feather had long-lasting effects of torture on poor Victoria. She moaned and struggled a little, but if the women only knew where Victoria was really ticklish, they wouldn’t have even bothered tickling her anywhere else. After a few minutes of that naughty feather slipping and sliding into her most private of areas, she finally cracked and began screaming with laughter under the wicker basket covering her head.
The two women looked at each other, and smiled realizing they finally got her to lose all control. With that, the women pulled the feather away, and stood to her feet. Victoria could hear them talking, and it sounded like they were getting ready to leave. The next thing she heard caused Victoria's anxiety levels to sky-rocket...
"Well Tortress, unfortunately, we'd love to stay and chat, but we’re leaving you now.. " She said to Victoria from the foot of the table.
"You can't just leave me here!!! Without food and water!! " - Victoria frantically shouted, hoping her captors would listen to reason.
"Don't be silly, we're only going to be gone for a few hours.. besides, we're not leaving you alone.."
SUDDENLY, The chamber doors burst open with a terrible bang that sent shocking chills up and down our heroine’s spine. Into the room walked the most perverted living court jester to ever live. His vile appearance said it all, but his behavior was standalone as well. From the top of his head to the bottoms of his shoes, this clown was covered in smut. Big boob balls hung from the three points of his jester hat and with each head shake they jiggled about. His face was painted crimson with his eyebrows, lips, and eyes lined with black ink. His smile was disgusting too! The surfaces of each piss yellow chomper had yet to feel the bristles of a toothbrush. Luckily for the jester, most of his teeth had given up and fallen out by now.
On his crotch, he wore a strap on belt with a huge modified black penis extended about ten inches from his waist. His clowny pants were covered with love stains for he seemed to get excited by the line of work he performed. In his case, it was torturing young women. Although he didn’t oppose to whippings, brandings, or public humiliation sessions, this Jester had a real fix for tickling drunken women. He would force the captive to consume more alcohol then they probably ever had in their entire lives before he would tie them down and tickle their helpless bodies until they peed themselves. This was merely the warm up. Wearing soaked panties, the jester would then tickle them into several exploding orgasms. After all that was done, he’d finally begin his true tickling techniques.
To the dismay of his prisoners, the jester was all about public tickling torment. He’d make a huge fuss about it all through town to gather a huge crowd for the session. Then when at least a hundred peasants and god knows who else showed up, he’d bring the now fully nude prisoner into the square for a little show and tickle…
His eyes studied Victoria’s beautiful body like a scientist studies cells. The thorn bush gang looked absolutely disgusted by the surprise intruder.
“She’s all yours.” One of them said.
A middle finger rose in their direction as he slithered his way towards Victoria as he silently carried what appeared to be wooden box shoes towards Vicky’s flopping feet.
The last thing the girls wanted was some sort of confrontation with this slug. So, being cowards they quickly fled their own dwelling in fear leaving Victoria alone with him.
“HEY!!! LEAVE my feet out of this!!! OUCH!!! What the hell is going on here?”
Without so much as a peep, the jester fitted his devilish tickling sole scrubber sandals to her beautiful bare feet.
The two women headed out as the sounds of Victoria's screams of sobbing and laughing filled the hallway. They smiled at each other, knowing that jester must have finally started working on the defenseless bare soles of Victoria's feet. Isn’t it weird how life is? One minute, you’re broke as a joke and living in the woods. The next minute, you’re eating with the Royal family and living in a castle!
Now, you’re in the hands of a complete lunatic and will soon be treated to a day of public tickling without clothing or mercy anywhere in sight.
The jester had connected each foot tickling device, which was basically a vibrating toothbrush on a motorized wheel to each of her pretty feet.
Poor Victoria, the once proud and royal Tortress, was a babbling wreck of her once powerful self. The devasting fact that escape was out of the question was taunting her as she weakly tried pulling her feet away from the Sole Scrubbers. Vicky’s laughs and giggles filled the room as she now was forced to gulp down her own tasty medicine.
Later that day,
Hundreds had gathered that day to see what was to be the event of the season. Never before in the history of the kingdom had anyone associated with the Royal Family been shamed in any way! The jester had set up some sort of weird looking bondage jungle gym center stage in the center of town. It was basically a large wooden V upside down and surrounded by heavy looking pulleys and beams. The crowd was loud and aggressive as the anticipation grew for the show to begin. As much as people feared the creepy perverted jester, they couldn’t take their eyes off him. Like a true showmen, he lowered himself in a bow and gracefully welcomed the crowd. To the left of the stage was a red curtain covering what appeared to be a bullet shaped cage.
With a grin, he smiled and turned the crowd’s attention towards the red bullet. The show was about to begin. With a mighty tug on the red curtain’s yellow rope, it was pulled away and fell to the sides of the cage. Inside, a humiliated and crying version of the once powerful Tortress was displayed to the crowd. She was able to cover her breasts and her crotch with her hands and arms, but her curvy rear was for all to see. The crowd cheered as tomatoes and cabbage was thrown at the sides of the cage. As they splattered around Victoria, the Jester opened the doors.
Before she had a chance to react, she was turned and forced to press up against the bars of the cage as her elbows and wrists were bound together. This meant that her attempt to save her nudity would be lost. He smiled at her as he lightly kissed her left cheek. Disgusted, she turned to him and spit directly in his eyes. The crowd immediately burst into fits of mocking laughter as some of his red face paint drained down chin.
He could feel his temples burning from the anger inside. His face frowned in disgust and he clenched his hands into fists. Just before he blew up into a raging fire of emotion, he quickly remembered that her torture would soon be more then enough payback for the juicy spit she had been so kind to share.
The time had come for her walk of shame to the tickling torture machine. Blindly, she was led from the cage towards the upside down wooden V shape in the center of Town square. She seemed to be fine with the nudity and wasn’t putting up much of a fight. This angered the Jester in a way that couldn’t be described with words. So he used actions instead. Out of nowhere, he stopped Victoria dead in her tracks and bent her over so her nose nearly touched the street. He kicked her legs open wide and firmly gripped each of her wiggly ass cheeks. With a smile as if to give the best photo opportunity ever, he slowly but surely exposed our little heroine most private of areas to the entire crowd by spreading her cheeks wide apart and holding them there.
Stay tuned for the show…
ILOVE THE BAD DUDE MAN! 
