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-FAMILY TIES AND TICKLISH REUNIONS–
Leonard Stokes and his twins appear courtesy of Tklover66’s “ Law and Order “
* I wrote this to honor my friend and fellow Author Tklover66.
Normally, when a woman is being forcefully pulled from her bed and bound like a Christmas package, she panics! That’s what weird about the abduction of the woman in this story. She struggled a little with the goons, but never screamed out once! Even if she wanted to scream now it was too late. One of the creeps had bagged her head with an opening for her nose, and threw her over his shoulder. They had been following her for months now, and up until the boss gave the word, she was simply under surveillance. Once in the van, the woman was swiftly tied into a rather uncomfortable hogtie with her wrists and ankles attached to a hook in the van’s ceiling. That way, when the idiot driver swerved and flew all over the road, she couldn’t hurt her pretty face.
This woman was special to their boss, and they had instructions not to touch her till they reached home base. The boss didn’t want anything to disrupt the surprise he had waiting for her. The initials L S were on either side of his opening gates, and as they split from each other, the van rolled inside the grounds of one of the most sinister men in the slave trading game, the notorious tickling maniac Mr. Leonard Stokes….
“Boss, we’re in and we have her..”
Tapping his fake nails against the glass table of his office, he holds off all replies for he can’t take his eyes of his current captive. She’s a gorgeous brunette, and she’s currently serving as a foot rest for a client of Mr. Stokes. A mistress with a passion for buying slaves and a pocketbook to back it up. With her heels resting against the slave’s back, she continued to try and talk him down .
“Twenty thousand dollars for one slave, have you lost your mind Stokes?”- She growled
“Ohh, my dear, she’s worth every penny of that fee, if not more. “ – He grinned as he continued with, “ Trust me, I tested her out myself..”
His cheesy grin was enough to make you sick for you knew there was nothing but evil running through his mind. His face was that of a used car salesmen, yet he dressed like S & M business man. A leather jacket and a black shirt to go with the leather suit pants and his suede business shoes. Mr. Stokes was a business man above all else, and he had earned the title of quite a powerful one. His client was a cheap skate, and she knew it. She felt that Mr. Stokes would be easily overpowered by her sexual charms just as easily as any other man. Quite frankly, she should feel lucky that Stokes didn’t cease her right then and there only to sell her dirt cheap to some slave pig farmer! He smiled at this thought, but her bickering brought him right back into reality.
“Fifteen thousand Stokes, take it or leave it..”- She snarled at him.
“Twenty thousand my lady.. final offer..”- Mr. Stokes replied
That ended the meeting a little short as the classless Mistress stormed out of his office. The sounds of his goons over the intercom were becoming increasingly annoying.
“Uhh.. Boss? Ya there?”- The goon asked
“Bring my delivery to the parlor, and be quick about it.”- Mr. stokes said as he approached his slave.
Shaking and humiliated, she looked up at him as he came forth. She had the look of disappointment in her eyes, knowing that Mr. Stokes would probably be angry at her.
“Don’t worry my dear, we’ll find you a new home soon, but first, I’d like another taste.”
As he said this, he dragged his fake fingernails across her back, sending chills up and down her naked spine. She begged him not to, but she soon learned that when he wanted something, he usually got it. Her shrieks and screams of gaggling laughter could be heard down the hallway as Mr. Stokes delivered what he did best.
-Parlor room, an hour later-
The whole clan now joined Leonard and his favorite identical twins in the parlor for what they had been told would be a special evening. Center stage in the middle of the room was the wriggling sack holding the woman who would make this evening special. Mr. Stokes has busy talking to guests, while his twins were bound to each other and serving wine and appetizers to the guests. Kira and Tira looked simply stunning that night in their modified waitress outfits, which consisted of nothing more then a collar, a little leather thong, and a pair of six inch heels. For their evening of serving, they had been tied back to back with belts and hobble chains. Kira was forced to steadily walk backwards with her rattling tray of wine glasses, and Tira was forced to walk incredible slowly sideways with a tray of cheese and crackers. Like a slow turning airplane propeller, the twins glided in and out of the crowd in a clock wise turning pattern. Mr. Stokes adored mind games almost a much as he loved selling slaves. Looking around, it seemed that everyone who was anyone was there. He adjusted his level of comfort in a chair made of wood and wriggling human limbs. That’s right, this chair was alive.
Using her butt to rest his back, her legs made up perfectly comfortable armrests. This slave had been flipped upside-down and tied to the back on this wooden frame on her belly. Mr. Stokes had his shoulder blades resting on her crotch and the soft bouncy cheeks of her butt while his fingers did a little of the “ Stoke Stroke “ up and down her quivering thighs. It was a beautiful scene, and now the party was really about to begin. He had a surprise for the twins tonight that would change their world forever.
The lights of the room dimmed, and a spotlight in the shade of light blue illuminated the wriggling bag. Conversations stopped around the room, and soon all attention was on that bag. Mr. Stokes rose from his slave chair, and went to address the crowd with an announcement.
“Fellow slavers, welcome to my humble home..” - he said, grinning.
That was the cue to place Tira and Kira in the bondage chairs that had been set out for them. A few goons calmly untied them from each other, and escorted them to individual chairs sitting side by side. Each had straps immediately wrapped around different areas of their bodies to keep the seated for the show. Leonard felt that a little bondage would help keep them grounded when he revealed the woman in the bag to them..
“As you all know, Kira and Tira are special to me. You’ve all placed your bids, and each one of those bids has been denied. “ – Mr. Stokes explained
“They do so much for me, and now, I’d like to give a little back.” – He continued
Three goons gathered around the bag, and each grabbed for the opening. Soon, they would dump the contents out on the floor at the signal from their boss.
“It took me years to find this particular person because she has done a remarkable job hiding from me.” – Leonard continued
Tira glanced over at her sister with a worried and confused expression written all over her face. Kira answered back with the same one. What was he talking about anyway? Whatever it was, they were about to find out. Without further a due, the goons removed the woman from the restricting sack and dumped her onto the floor. Leonard smiled as he waited for his twin’s reaction to the new comer. If you could have only seen the look on their faces when they realized that their THIRD twin had been found by Mr. Stokes!
Mira was the third, thus making them triplets! She had been hidden long before Tira and Kira were taken so that at least one of the family members could try and live a normal life. Sadly, even that effort had now come to an end as Mira lay on her left side for she was rendered helpless by binds and straps. Leonard’s audience applauded the incredible find, and congratulated him endlessly. Mr. Stokes couldn’t quite seem to take his eyes of his new toy. He was absolutely thrilled that he now had the entire collection of sisters, and would quickly make her a slave to his insane lust for intense tickling games. Offers hit Mr. Stokes by the dozen all night as hopeful masters tried everything to get their hands on such a find, but Stokes wasn’t selling. His adorable twins were his favorite pets, and the addition of another sister was a wet dream come true to him.
-Stoke’s playroom-
The guests had all left, and the house was empty and quiet once again even though the night was young. Leonard had purposely pulled the plug on the party early for he realized he simply couldn’t contain his excitement over Mira any longer. Instead of letting the girls get reacquainted, they were immediately ball-gagged and blindfolded. The only contact they had since her introduction was the occasional brushing against shoulders as they struggled endlessly with the henchmen’s handy rope work. Stokes casually slipped into his playroom, armed with evil intensions and a heavy looking briefcase. The triplets were once again united with each other, and tonight, Mira would catch up on all the fun she’s been missing.
The scene unfolding rather quickly due to Stoke’s increased excitement. Normally, he’d be choosy about what bondage would do best with whom and where and how. Tonight, he yanked Tira and Kira out of what little clothing they had on and strapped them face up two rotating wooden wheels that had been installed earlier that day. The wheels themselves were set up side by side, and had the length and width to accommodate both slaves. Mr. Stokes set them on their wheels in such a position that their bare feet were forced over the edge and left hanging. That way, when Stokes gave the wheels a spin, their feet would slap each others over and over again. Kira was on the right and Tira was on the left. The newcomer was had her arms tied behind her back by placing her forearms on top of each other and then tying her wrists to her elbows, and a leash around her collared neck. She was still blindfolded, but the ball-gag had been removed. Her sisters were still both blindfolded and gagged, and the reasons for the changes would become clear now. Stokes led the blinded Mira towards the space directly in front of the wheels.
“Kneel Mira…” - Stokes ordered.
She complied with ease for there was no reason to try and escape at the moment. Mira slowly kneeled down like this was the first time she had ever done such a thing. Being blindfolded was something she hadn’t been used to in her free life.
“I’m going to have such fun with the three of you this evening, but I can’t begin without a proper reunion between the three of you. “ – he flashed that evil smile as his imagination started pumping out ideas into his darkened brain.
Mr. Stokes strolled between the wheels holding his beloved twins, and gave them a little thrill as he scribbled across their stretched bellies with the points of the fake nails he wore during his torment sessions. Both squealed like pigs, and thrashed left and right at this intrusion. This is really the true beauty of tickling. No matter how many times you do it, it always feels just as uncomfortable as the first time.
Once behind Kira’s wheel, he took control of it and angled her so that the sole of her right foot was practically in Mira’s face. She didn’t know of course, but she could sense the presence of something close to her now.
“Mira, lean forward and take in the scent of Kira’s sole…”- Stokes ordered.
Shaking, Mira nodded her head no and remained as still as possible for she wanted no part in this game what so ever. This didn’t go over well with Mr. Stokes, and he reacted with no hesitation. From behind the blinded newcomer, Stokes rolled her onto her belly and sat on her butt. She wriggled and bucked blow him as he collected her feet into his hands and began spider walking down the sole of the right foot.
“Aaaaaa!! What the hell? Aha aaaaaaa aaaaa!!! What’s the matter with you? “- Mira shouted as she fought against the flood of chuckles and giggles that began to swell up inside her.
“Aaaa!! Hahe ahe aehae ahea ok!! Ahe a ehea ahea aha ah ALRIGHT!!! Ahahe aeha aahaah heahe ahehae aehea OK!!! I’ll do it!! H aha HAHEHAA AH AAHHAAHAA AAAAAAAAHHHH!!” - Her compliance was ill timed for Mr. Stokes was continuing to teach her result of bad behavior from his slaves. Some ten minutes of foot tickling fun later, he lifted her back up to her kneels and pushed the back of her head into Kira’s sole. The tip of her nose bend upward as she was forced to inhale the foot’s sweet smelling scent. Mr. Stokes yanked her backwards by the ponytail he had made out of her long dirty blonde hair.
“Remember that scent for it will come in handy very soon..”- whispering softly into her ear.
Tira was the next up for sole sniffing. Mr. Stokes ran his fingers up the right side of her body as he walked towards her head at the front of the massive wooden wheel. She wriggled like usual, but tried to stay obedient and not loose control. Mr. Stokes wanted nothing of it, and began dragging both hand up and down her sides until she burst into laughter like a lunatic.
“ ah AHA Eha aehaea ehE AHA MASTER!! Haa ehaeha ahea eaehahea haa ehaea ahea aha please!!!! Hahea ehaa aehah ahe ahahaea eah! “
After a few more minutes of fun, Mr. Stokes again prepped her for a sole sniff from Mira. Her right foot was used as well, and was now merely inches away from Mira’s face.
“Inhale your sister Tira, and remember the scent..” – He said, smiling.
This time, she needed no inspiration from Stokes as she had learned from her mistake. She leaned in blinded, and tried to place the tip of her nose on the foot. She couldn’t find it at first, but that was because Mr. Stokes kept moving it by turning the wheel. Mira was getting frustrated and confused, but didn’t admit defeat yet. She leaned in further in hopes of bumping into it by mistake, and that’s when Mr. Stokes twisted the wheel so her sister’s right foot smacked into the side of hr mouth. Startled, she jumped back and yelped a little. Finally, enough games were played and Mr. Stokes allowed her to smell the sole. Even though she had accomplished the first of Mr. Stokes many tasks, she didn’t feel confident. She had already forgotten the scent of the first one…
“Now, I’m going to give you the chance to save your sisters from a night of grueling tickling.”- Mr. Stokes explained as he softly pet the heads of both wheeled sisters. They looked up at him in agony for they knew exactly what he meant and where they’d spend the rest of the evening. They knew he’d tickle them for hours, and when he said grueling, they knew the orgasm torture would probably be involved as well. Their third sister was their only chance out of a night in tickling hell.
Mira couldn’t think of a better welcoming gift to give the two sisters she’d missed so long, but she feared the worst. Mr. Stokes would probably just tickle the living hell out of them all anyway, but why not enjoy a little evening entertainment.
“When I call out one of your sister’s names, I want you to go to her foot and suck all five of the lovely toes you find. Failing to choose the correct foot will result in an added two hours to the three hours of intense tickling I had already planned for her tonight. Kira’s and Tira’s gulping was almost in synch with each other’s as those words sunk into their heads.
“Kira….” Mr. Stokes said softly into Mira’s ear from behind her. Startled by his unfelt presence, she raised to her feet ( Reader, don’t read back, was it right or was it left? )
Shaking with the fear of failure, Mira slowly and blindly made her way to the wheels. Once she felt the presence of the wooden structure, she began the search for a foot. After a brief ten seconds worth of exploring with her face and nose, she found one!
The toes of this foot wriggled back and forth as Mira’s nose slid across the sole. They had been warned ahead of time by Stokes not to utter a sound or speak a word what so ever. The tip of her nose hit something metal like a ring, maybe a toe ring! Kira never wore foot jewelry before, and always made fun of her sisters for even bothering with it. On the flipside, she had been under the wing of Stokes for quite some time now. Maybe he forced her into wearing them because she didn’t like them. He seemed sick enough for that for sure! Mira wasn’t positive though, and knew time was running out. She did what she always did best by taking a blind guess at it and hoping for the best. Placing her trembling mouth over the big toe of that foot, she began lightly sucking on it like a lollypop. She felt more humiliation at that moment then ever before in her life, and would have done anything not to be there. The owner of those toes clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes tight as she fought off an army of giggles. By the time Mira was at the smallest and cutest of toes, the owner was ready to scream. Mira’s head was slowly pulled back by the ponytail Mr. Stokes had made out of her long blonde hair. He leaned into her ear once again and said,
“ How did TIRA’s toes taste, my newest pet? “- He asked, grinning from ear to ear.
Mira dropped her head in shame as her worst nightmare had come true.
-a half hour later-
“Well, I must say, this is going to be quite a LONG night for your sisters Mira. Nine hours straight for Kira, and a miserable Twelve for Tira! (( Evil laughter ))
Both Kira and Tira begged and pleaded with their master in order to lower the sentence, but as usual, there was no negotiating with Mr. Stokes when he had made his mind up on something. However, he loved to play with the emotions of his personal slaves, and thought up a devilish idea.
“You two don’t sound like you want to be tickled for that long. Is this true? “
“PLEASE MASTER!! We’ll do anything!! Please no!! “- they said together.
“You know, I must be honest with you. Even though the very thought of tickling your sweet bodies for that length of time fuels my inner demons greatly, the reality is a bit bleak. I feel that I may grow tired of you two before your sentence ends. However, I’ll do it, and I’ll do it well, unless…”
Tira and her sisters were all ears at this point as they waited for Mr. Stokes to finish.
“Unless you’d like to pass the punishment onto your sister. I’ll take nine from twelve and set her sentence for three hours straight of the worst tickling she’ll ever experience. The choice is yours ladies.”
Kira turned to her sister for help making a decision like this. As much as they didn’t want Mira to suffer, they couldn’t bear the idea of nine and twelve hours of straight tickle torture! It was inhuman! At least she’d get off sort of easy with three hours, and Mr. Stokes would probably be gentle with her being that it was her first time. Mira trembled softly between the wheels as her sisters decided her fate. It was a tough decision, but the girls finally came to an answer.
“Master, we’d like you to tickle Mira instead and spare us tonight. “- They said sadly.
“Very well slaves, but you’ve got it all wrong. “ – he said
They both looked at each other in bewilderment.
“I won’t be touching her at all, for YOU TWO will be administrating the tickling of your sister tonight… “- he smiled at the reactions from his three slaves.
For the next thirty minutes, Mira sat frog tied in Mr. Stoke's waiting room until his dungeon was ready for her. On the other side of the estate, Tira and her sister were being prepared for their night as tormentors. Feeling slightly guilty about passing the buck to their sister so quickly, they both agreed that they'd make this as quick as possible and easy to handle. Stokes had placed an outfit for the girls in their slave quarters with special instructions about dressing each other. What he left for them was hardly an outfit to say the least! One black leather thong and a little bikini top that barely covered anything beyond the nipples. They each were offered the chance at one of the outfit's parts. In other words, someone would be bottomless and someone would be topless.
"Heads or tails? " - Kira asked her sister.
"You can't be serious? You're really going to go along with this??"- she answered sternly
"What other choice do we have here Tira? Master wants this from us, and that's all there is to
it."- she said sadly
"Yes, but Tira, We haven't seen Mira in like half a year and this is how we're welcoming her? I'm so ashamed that I did this to her. "- she said, pacing the room with anxiety.
" I'm not proud of my choice either honey, but we've made it, and now we must accept the outcome of our decision. Master will surely punish us worse for disobeying at this point, don't you agree?"- She asked, rubbing her sister's back softly.
" ::Taking a deep breath:: Heads... "
- Mr. Stoke's Tickling Dungeon-
Mr. Stokes was now escorting his newest plaything on a tour around his dungeon. Making her follow him on a leash with her wrists and elbows tied tightly together, Mr. Stokes showed different pieces of his bondage furniture collection and explaining in vivid details as to what previous slaves had endured there. Towards the of the tour, Mira's head was spinning. Had she known this assignment was going to be this difficult, she may have reconsidered the offer.
The tour ended at the foot of a giant solid oak four posted bed that had been placed there for the evening. Mira knew this is where she’d be spending the bulk of the night under the constant supervision of the dreaded Stokes.
“Looks comfy doesn’t it my dear? “ – Stokes mentioned as he offered her his hand to kiss.
“What’s that for? “ –Mira asked, staying blankly at his extended hand.
“This is where you plant a kiss on my hand for offering you such a pleasure as laying on a bed.”
“Mr. Stokes, I wouldn’t kiss your hand if my soul depended on it. You’re nothing but a pile of scum to me. “ – Mira said as she turned away from him.
“Ohhh my dear lady, I’m afraid you just bought yourself a night of suspension. Instead of resting your body on the mattress, I’ll have you bound and hanging from the frame above it.” He said as he removed his hand from her view and lead her towards the bed frame.
“Someone HELP me please!! Please help!!!” – Mira shouted.
::Laughing at her attempts:: “ Your surrounded by slave traders and torturers Mira so please save your breath..”- He said, and then added, “ You’ll need it later…”
-NIGHT GAMES-
Kira and Tira waited at the doorway to Mr. Stoke’s dungeon with butterflies in their bellies. Kira’s bare breasts jiggled back and forth as she knocked on the door once again. Tira sat her naked butt on a close by chair and waited to be let inside. Leonard made them wait for he was putting the final touches on the bondage he had been working on for the last hour. Mira was completely naked and suspended from the four posted bed.
Her arms had been spread to their full extent and had the wrists tied to the bedposts at mattress level! The ankles of her spread legs were at mattress level as well. Her body was forced into an upside down U shape on the bed. A thong made of rope kept her crotch up high and joined the ropes under her armpits and around her waist. Her long hair hung down towards the mattress as she was forced to look around upside down. That didn’t matter anyway due to the black leather hood that had been wrapped around her face and head. Her nose and mouth were the only visible parts of her face now. Mr. Stokes was actually laying beneath Mira with a glass of wine in one hand and a peacock feather in the other. As she lightly wiggled the feather’s tip up and down Mira’s exposed butt, he motioned to the guards to let the other sisters in.
“Ohh my god! Mira! “ – Kira shouted as she walked into the room. Tira was silently shocked as well.
“Not another word from your mouth unless your addressing my commands, is that clear? “ – Mr. Stokes explained.
“Yes Master, I apologize.” – She said, lowering her face.
To be finished soon…
Leonard Stokes and his twins appear courtesy of Tklover66’s “ Law and Order “
* I wrote this to honor my friend and fellow Author Tklover66.
Normally, when a woman is being forcefully pulled from her bed and bound like a Christmas package, she panics! That’s what weird about the abduction of the woman in this story. She struggled a little with the goons, but never screamed out once! Even if she wanted to scream now it was too late. One of the creeps had bagged her head with an opening for her nose, and threw her over his shoulder. They had been following her for months now, and up until the boss gave the word, she was simply under surveillance. Once in the van, the woman was swiftly tied into a rather uncomfortable hogtie with her wrists and ankles attached to a hook in the van’s ceiling. That way, when the idiot driver swerved and flew all over the road, she couldn’t hurt her pretty face.
This woman was special to their boss, and they had instructions not to touch her till they reached home base. The boss didn’t want anything to disrupt the surprise he had waiting for her. The initials L S were on either side of his opening gates, and as they split from each other, the van rolled inside the grounds of one of the most sinister men in the slave trading game, the notorious tickling maniac Mr. Leonard Stokes….
“Boss, we’re in and we have her..”
Tapping his fake nails against the glass table of his office, he holds off all replies for he can’t take his eyes of his current captive. She’s a gorgeous brunette, and she’s currently serving as a foot rest for a client of Mr. Stokes. A mistress with a passion for buying slaves and a pocketbook to back it up. With her heels resting against the slave’s back, she continued to try and talk him down .
“Twenty thousand dollars for one slave, have you lost your mind Stokes?”- She growled
“Ohh, my dear, she’s worth every penny of that fee, if not more. “ – He grinned as he continued with, “ Trust me, I tested her out myself..”
His cheesy grin was enough to make you sick for you knew there was nothing but evil running through his mind. His face was that of a used car salesmen, yet he dressed like S & M business man. A leather jacket and a black shirt to go with the leather suit pants and his suede business shoes. Mr. Stokes was a business man above all else, and he had earned the title of quite a powerful one. His client was a cheap skate, and she knew it. She felt that Mr. Stokes would be easily overpowered by her sexual charms just as easily as any other man. Quite frankly, she should feel lucky that Stokes didn’t cease her right then and there only to sell her dirt cheap to some slave pig farmer! He smiled at this thought, but her bickering brought him right back into reality.
“Fifteen thousand Stokes, take it or leave it..”- She snarled at him.
“Twenty thousand my lady.. final offer..”- Mr. Stokes replied
That ended the meeting a little short as the classless Mistress stormed out of his office. The sounds of his goons over the intercom were becoming increasingly annoying.
“Uhh.. Boss? Ya there?”- The goon asked
“Bring my delivery to the parlor, and be quick about it.”- Mr. stokes said as he approached his slave.
Shaking and humiliated, she looked up at him as he came forth. She had the look of disappointment in her eyes, knowing that Mr. Stokes would probably be angry at her.
“Don’t worry my dear, we’ll find you a new home soon, but first, I’d like another taste.”
As he said this, he dragged his fake fingernails across her back, sending chills up and down her naked spine. She begged him not to, but she soon learned that when he wanted something, he usually got it. Her shrieks and screams of gaggling laughter could be heard down the hallway as Mr. Stokes delivered what he did best.
-Parlor room, an hour later-
The whole clan now joined Leonard and his favorite identical twins in the parlor for what they had been told would be a special evening. Center stage in the middle of the room was the wriggling sack holding the woman who would make this evening special. Mr. Stokes has busy talking to guests, while his twins were bound to each other and serving wine and appetizers to the guests. Kira and Tira looked simply stunning that night in their modified waitress outfits, which consisted of nothing more then a collar, a little leather thong, and a pair of six inch heels. For their evening of serving, they had been tied back to back with belts and hobble chains. Kira was forced to steadily walk backwards with her rattling tray of wine glasses, and Tira was forced to walk incredible slowly sideways with a tray of cheese and crackers. Like a slow turning airplane propeller, the twins glided in and out of the crowd in a clock wise turning pattern. Mr. Stokes adored mind games almost a much as he loved selling slaves. Looking around, it seemed that everyone who was anyone was there. He adjusted his level of comfort in a chair made of wood and wriggling human limbs. That’s right, this chair was alive.
Using her butt to rest his back, her legs made up perfectly comfortable armrests. This slave had been flipped upside-down and tied to the back on this wooden frame on her belly. Mr. Stokes had his shoulder blades resting on her crotch and the soft bouncy cheeks of her butt while his fingers did a little of the “ Stoke Stroke “ up and down her quivering thighs. It was a beautiful scene, and now the party was really about to begin. He had a surprise for the twins tonight that would change their world forever.
The lights of the room dimmed, and a spotlight in the shade of light blue illuminated the wriggling bag. Conversations stopped around the room, and soon all attention was on that bag. Mr. Stokes rose from his slave chair, and went to address the crowd with an announcement.
“Fellow slavers, welcome to my humble home..” - he said, grinning.
That was the cue to place Tira and Kira in the bondage chairs that had been set out for them. A few goons calmly untied them from each other, and escorted them to individual chairs sitting side by side. Each had straps immediately wrapped around different areas of their bodies to keep the seated for the show. Leonard felt that a little bondage would help keep them grounded when he revealed the woman in the bag to them..
“As you all know, Kira and Tira are special to me. You’ve all placed your bids, and each one of those bids has been denied. “ – Mr. Stokes explained
“They do so much for me, and now, I’d like to give a little back.” – He continued
Three goons gathered around the bag, and each grabbed for the opening. Soon, they would dump the contents out on the floor at the signal from their boss.
“It took me years to find this particular person because she has done a remarkable job hiding from me.” – Leonard continued
Tira glanced over at her sister with a worried and confused expression written all over her face. Kira answered back with the same one. What was he talking about anyway? Whatever it was, they were about to find out. Without further a due, the goons removed the woman from the restricting sack and dumped her onto the floor. Leonard smiled as he waited for his twin’s reaction to the new comer. If you could have only seen the look on their faces when they realized that their THIRD twin had been found by Mr. Stokes!
Mira was the third, thus making them triplets! She had been hidden long before Tira and Kira were taken so that at least one of the family members could try and live a normal life. Sadly, even that effort had now come to an end as Mira lay on her left side for she was rendered helpless by binds and straps. Leonard’s audience applauded the incredible find, and congratulated him endlessly. Mr. Stokes couldn’t quite seem to take his eyes of his new toy. He was absolutely thrilled that he now had the entire collection of sisters, and would quickly make her a slave to his insane lust for intense tickling games. Offers hit Mr. Stokes by the dozen all night as hopeful masters tried everything to get their hands on such a find, but Stokes wasn’t selling. His adorable twins were his favorite pets, and the addition of another sister was a wet dream come true to him.
-Stoke’s playroom-
The guests had all left, and the house was empty and quiet once again even though the night was young. Leonard had purposely pulled the plug on the party early for he realized he simply couldn’t contain his excitement over Mira any longer. Instead of letting the girls get reacquainted, they were immediately ball-gagged and blindfolded. The only contact they had since her introduction was the occasional brushing against shoulders as they struggled endlessly with the henchmen’s handy rope work. Stokes casually slipped into his playroom, armed with evil intensions and a heavy looking briefcase. The triplets were once again united with each other, and tonight, Mira would catch up on all the fun she’s been missing.
The scene unfolding rather quickly due to Stoke’s increased excitement. Normally, he’d be choosy about what bondage would do best with whom and where and how. Tonight, he yanked Tira and Kira out of what little clothing they had on and strapped them face up two rotating wooden wheels that had been installed earlier that day. The wheels themselves were set up side by side, and had the length and width to accommodate both slaves. Mr. Stokes set them on their wheels in such a position that their bare feet were forced over the edge and left hanging. That way, when Stokes gave the wheels a spin, their feet would slap each others over and over again. Kira was on the right and Tira was on the left. The newcomer was had her arms tied behind her back by placing her forearms on top of each other and then tying her wrists to her elbows, and a leash around her collared neck. She was still blindfolded, but the ball-gag had been removed. Her sisters were still both blindfolded and gagged, and the reasons for the changes would become clear now. Stokes led the blinded Mira towards the space directly in front of the wheels.
“Kneel Mira…” - Stokes ordered.
She complied with ease for there was no reason to try and escape at the moment. Mira slowly kneeled down like this was the first time she had ever done such a thing. Being blindfolded was something she hadn’t been used to in her free life.
“I’m going to have such fun with the three of you this evening, but I can’t begin without a proper reunion between the three of you. “ – he flashed that evil smile as his imagination started pumping out ideas into his darkened brain.
Mr. Stokes strolled between the wheels holding his beloved twins, and gave them a little thrill as he scribbled across their stretched bellies with the points of the fake nails he wore during his torment sessions. Both squealed like pigs, and thrashed left and right at this intrusion. This is really the true beauty of tickling. No matter how many times you do it, it always feels just as uncomfortable as the first time.
Once behind Kira’s wheel, he took control of it and angled her so that the sole of her right foot was practically in Mira’s face. She didn’t know of course, but she could sense the presence of something close to her now.
“Mira, lean forward and take in the scent of Kira’s sole…”- Stokes ordered.
Shaking, Mira nodded her head no and remained as still as possible for she wanted no part in this game what so ever. This didn’t go over well with Mr. Stokes, and he reacted with no hesitation. From behind the blinded newcomer, Stokes rolled her onto her belly and sat on her butt. She wriggled and bucked blow him as he collected her feet into his hands and began spider walking down the sole of the right foot.
“Aaaaaa!! What the hell? Aha aaaaaaa aaaaa!!! What’s the matter with you? “- Mira shouted as she fought against the flood of chuckles and giggles that began to swell up inside her.
“Aaaa!! Hahe ahe aehae ahea ok!! Ahe a ehea ahea aha ah ALRIGHT!!! Ahahe aeha aahaah heahe ahehae aehea OK!!! I’ll do it!! H aha HAHEHAA AH AAHHAAHAA AAAAAAAAHHHH!!” - Her compliance was ill timed for Mr. Stokes was continuing to teach her result of bad behavior from his slaves. Some ten minutes of foot tickling fun later, he lifted her back up to her kneels and pushed the back of her head into Kira’s sole. The tip of her nose bend upward as she was forced to inhale the foot’s sweet smelling scent. Mr. Stokes yanked her backwards by the ponytail he had made out of her long dirty blonde hair.
“Remember that scent for it will come in handy very soon..”- whispering softly into her ear.
Tira was the next up for sole sniffing. Mr. Stokes ran his fingers up the right side of her body as he walked towards her head at the front of the massive wooden wheel. She wriggled like usual, but tried to stay obedient and not loose control. Mr. Stokes wanted nothing of it, and began dragging both hand up and down her sides until she burst into laughter like a lunatic.
“ ah AHA Eha aehaea ehE AHA MASTER!! Haa ehaeha ahea eaehahea haa ehaea ahea aha please!!!! Hahea ehaa aehah ahe ahahaea eah! “
After a few more minutes of fun, Mr. Stokes again prepped her for a sole sniff from Mira. Her right foot was used as well, and was now merely inches away from Mira’s face.
“Inhale your sister Tira, and remember the scent..” – He said, smiling.
This time, she needed no inspiration from Stokes as she had learned from her mistake. She leaned in blinded, and tried to place the tip of her nose on the foot. She couldn’t find it at first, but that was because Mr. Stokes kept moving it by turning the wheel. Mira was getting frustrated and confused, but didn’t admit defeat yet. She leaned in further in hopes of bumping into it by mistake, and that’s when Mr. Stokes twisted the wheel so her sister’s right foot smacked into the side of hr mouth. Startled, she jumped back and yelped a little. Finally, enough games were played and Mr. Stokes allowed her to smell the sole. Even though she had accomplished the first of Mr. Stokes many tasks, she didn’t feel confident. She had already forgotten the scent of the first one…
“Now, I’m going to give you the chance to save your sisters from a night of grueling tickling.”- Mr. Stokes explained as he softly pet the heads of both wheeled sisters. They looked up at him in agony for they knew exactly what he meant and where they’d spend the rest of the evening. They knew he’d tickle them for hours, and when he said grueling, they knew the orgasm torture would probably be involved as well. Their third sister was their only chance out of a night in tickling hell.
Mira couldn’t think of a better welcoming gift to give the two sisters she’d missed so long, but she feared the worst. Mr. Stokes would probably just tickle the living hell out of them all anyway, but why not enjoy a little evening entertainment.
“When I call out one of your sister’s names, I want you to go to her foot and suck all five of the lovely toes you find. Failing to choose the correct foot will result in an added two hours to the three hours of intense tickling I had already planned for her tonight. Kira’s and Tira’s gulping was almost in synch with each other’s as those words sunk into their heads.
“Kira….” Mr. Stokes said softly into Mira’s ear from behind her. Startled by his unfelt presence, she raised to her feet ( Reader, don’t read back, was it right or was it left? )
Shaking with the fear of failure, Mira slowly and blindly made her way to the wheels. Once she felt the presence of the wooden structure, she began the search for a foot. After a brief ten seconds worth of exploring with her face and nose, she found one!
The toes of this foot wriggled back and forth as Mira’s nose slid across the sole. They had been warned ahead of time by Stokes not to utter a sound or speak a word what so ever. The tip of her nose hit something metal like a ring, maybe a toe ring! Kira never wore foot jewelry before, and always made fun of her sisters for even bothering with it. On the flipside, she had been under the wing of Stokes for quite some time now. Maybe he forced her into wearing them because she didn’t like them. He seemed sick enough for that for sure! Mira wasn’t positive though, and knew time was running out. She did what she always did best by taking a blind guess at it and hoping for the best. Placing her trembling mouth over the big toe of that foot, she began lightly sucking on it like a lollypop. She felt more humiliation at that moment then ever before in her life, and would have done anything not to be there. The owner of those toes clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes tight as she fought off an army of giggles. By the time Mira was at the smallest and cutest of toes, the owner was ready to scream. Mira’s head was slowly pulled back by the ponytail Mr. Stokes had made out of her long blonde hair. He leaned into her ear once again and said,
“ How did TIRA’s toes taste, my newest pet? “- He asked, grinning from ear to ear.
Mira dropped her head in shame as her worst nightmare had come true.
-a half hour later-
“Well, I must say, this is going to be quite a LONG night for your sisters Mira. Nine hours straight for Kira, and a miserable Twelve for Tira! (( Evil laughter ))
Both Kira and Tira begged and pleaded with their master in order to lower the sentence, but as usual, there was no negotiating with Mr. Stokes when he had made his mind up on something. However, he loved to play with the emotions of his personal slaves, and thought up a devilish idea.
“You two don’t sound like you want to be tickled for that long. Is this true? “
“PLEASE MASTER!! We’ll do anything!! Please no!! “- they said together.
“You know, I must be honest with you. Even though the very thought of tickling your sweet bodies for that length of time fuels my inner demons greatly, the reality is a bit bleak. I feel that I may grow tired of you two before your sentence ends. However, I’ll do it, and I’ll do it well, unless…”
Tira and her sisters were all ears at this point as they waited for Mr. Stokes to finish.
“Unless you’d like to pass the punishment onto your sister. I’ll take nine from twelve and set her sentence for three hours straight of the worst tickling she’ll ever experience. The choice is yours ladies.”
Kira turned to her sister for help making a decision like this. As much as they didn’t want Mira to suffer, they couldn’t bear the idea of nine and twelve hours of straight tickle torture! It was inhuman! At least she’d get off sort of easy with three hours, and Mr. Stokes would probably be gentle with her being that it was her first time. Mira trembled softly between the wheels as her sisters decided her fate. It was a tough decision, but the girls finally came to an answer.
“Master, we’d like you to tickle Mira instead and spare us tonight. “- They said sadly.
“Very well slaves, but you’ve got it all wrong. “ – he said
They both looked at each other in bewilderment.
“I won’t be touching her at all, for YOU TWO will be administrating the tickling of your sister tonight… “- he smiled at the reactions from his three slaves.
For the next thirty minutes, Mira sat frog tied in Mr. Stoke's waiting room until his dungeon was ready for her. On the other side of the estate, Tira and her sister were being prepared for their night as tormentors. Feeling slightly guilty about passing the buck to their sister so quickly, they both agreed that they'd make this as quick as possible and easy to handle. Stokes had placed an outfit for the girls in their slave quarters with special instructions about dressing each other. What he left for them was hardly an outfit to say the least! One black leather thong and a little bikini top that barely covered anything beyond the nipples. They each were offered the chance at one of the outfit's parts. In other words, someone would be bottomless and someone would be topless.
"Heads or tails? " - Kira asked her sister.
"You can't be serious? You're really going to go along with this??"- she answered sternly
"What other choice do we have here Tira? Master wants this from us, and that's all there is to
it."- she said sadly
"Yes, but Tira, We haven't seen Mira in like half a year and this is how we're welcoming her? I'm so ashamed that I did this to her. "- she said, pacing the room with anxiety.
" I'm not proud of my choice either honey, but we've made it, and now we must accept the outcome of our decision. Master will surely punish us worse for disobeying at this point, don't you agree?"- She asked, rubbing her sister's back softly.
" ::Taking a deep breath:: Heads... "
- Mr. Stoke's Tickling Dungeon-
Mr. Stokes was now escorting his newest plaything on a tour around his dungeon. Making her follow him on a leash with her wrists and elbows tied tightly together, Mr. Stokes showed different pieces of his bondage furniture collection and explaining in vivid details as to what previous slaves had endured there. Towards the of the tour, Mira's head was spinning. Had she known this assignment was going to be this difficult, she may have reconsidered the offer.
The tour ended at the foot of a giant solid oak four posted bed that had been placed there for the evening. Mira knew this is where she’d be spending the bulk of the night under the constant supervision of the dreaded Stokes.
“Looks comfy doesn’t it my dear? “ – Stokes mentioned as he offered her his hand to kiss.
“What’s that for? “ –Mira asked, staying blankly at his extended hand.
“This is where you plant a kiss on my hand for offering you such a pleasure as laying on a bed.”
“Mr. Stokes, I wouldn’t kiss your hand if my soul depended on it. You’re nothing but a pile of scum to me. “ – Mira said as she turned away from him.
“Ohhh my dear lady, I’m afraid you just bought yourself a night of suspension. Instead of resting your body on the mattress, I’ll have you bound and hanging from the frame above it.” He said as he removed his hand from her view and lead her towards the bed frame.
“Someone HELP me please!! Please help!!!” – Mira shouted.
::Laughing at her attempts:: “ Your surrounded by slave traders and torturers Mira so please save your breath..”- He said, and then added, “ You’ll need it later…”
-NIGHT GAMES-
Kira and Tira waited at the doorway to Mr. Stoke’s dungeon with butterflies in their bellies. Kira’s bare breasts jiggled back and forth as she knocked on the door once again. Tira sat her naked butt on a close by chair and waited to be let inside. Leonard made them wait for he was putting the final touches on the bondage he had been working on for the last hour. Mira was completely naked and suspended from the four posted bed.
Her arms had been spread to their full extent and had the wrists tied to the bedposts at mattress level! The ankles of her spread legs were at mattress level as well. Her body was forced into an upside down U shape on the bed. A thong made of rope kept her crotch up high and joined the ropes under her armpits and around her waist. Her long hair hung down towards the mattress as she was forced to look around upside down. That didn’t matter anyway due to the black leather hood that had been wrapped around her face and head. Her nose and mouth were the only visible parts of her face now. Mr. Stokes was actually laying beneath Mira with a glass of wine in one hand and a peacock feather in the other. As she lightly wiggled the feather’s tip up and down Mira’s exposed butt, he motioned to the guards to let the other sisters in.
“Ohh my god! Mira! “ – Kira shouted as she walked into the room. Tira was silently shocked as well.
“Not another word from your mouth unless your addressing my commands, is that clear? “ – Mr. Stokes explained.
“Yes Master, I apologize.” – She said, lowering her face.
To be finished soon…
