Invisible Ink
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I had just returned from a certain theme park in Los Angeles when I wrote this little number. The enchantment of this place was enough to make you puck. If I heard another little bird singing, or had to fly over London ONE more time I'd...
Anyway! This is the spawn of that very strange trip.
* Getting drunk, and going on the Pirate ride.... bad idea!
Victoria sat on her vanity's stool, staring blankly into the eyes of her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her long black hair. She finished brushing her hair, and tied it into a ponytail behind her back with two strips of black leather, tied neatly in a bow. She rose from her stool, and admired her nude figure in the reflection. She had the body every town women would die for, including the Queen herself. But how could you not be a little jealous when Victoria was blessed with firm breasts, lovely butt, and all the curves to match, not to mention beautiful feet. At the tender age of 24, Victoria had it all going for her, especially when it came to her occupation, which was working directly for the King and Queen as the Dungeon's Truth
Interrogation specialist.
She was able to stay in the lovely Castle with free room and board as long as she continued to serve the Royal couple successfully, which wasn't hard for Victoria. Her methods were as simple as they were effective, and only she could pull it off. All she needed to get the truth out of a potential liar, or a thief was one of her many bondage devices, and her sharp skills in the tickle torture department.
Victoria had always loved the reactions she could get from tickling ever since she was a little girl, and had always been extremely good at it. In fact, she got the job with the Royal family by having fun with a few female diamond thieves who refused to fess up to the crimes, so the Royal throne sentenced them to remain in the town's stock for 4 weeks. On Victoria's way to the market one morning, she noticed the two females locked in the stocks with their bare feet locked and strapped in the wooden holes. This brought an evil grin to Victoria's face as she decided to walk over and get a closer look. They were both blonde, but one was older than the other. It almost looked like a daughter-mother thief team to Victoria, but she wasn’t sure yet.
(( The thieves saw her approaching ))
" Lady! Please help us! They've put us here against our will!" - The older of the two shouted.
Victoria grinned, dropping to her knees in front of the women's feet and said:
" I'm sure you must be guilty of something, or the court wouldn’t have bothered placing you in the stocks. You'd be in the dungeon instead, but here, let me give you something to smile about!" - she said as she took the older lady's right foot and straddled her ankle with her thighs. Her foot bounced and bucked, but it didn’t have much room to escape Victoria's tickling fingertips. The prisoner immediately burst into fits of laughter and begging for mercy.
She had never been tickled like that before, and didn’t quite know how to handle it. The way Victoria was tickling stimulated her sexually, and drove her insane all at once. Her daughter watched her mother screaming and crying with laughter like a schoolgirl, and became filled with the frightening thought that she could be next. Just as the mother was about to have an accident, two Royal guards walked up to the three women.
"hahe eheh ahaha hehe aha GUARDS!!! GUARDS MAKE HER STOP!!!! hahaa ehhea aha hehee I admit we're thieves!!! please!!! no more!! haha ahaha ahohhhh noo!! hha aahahahahhaahhaha!"
The guards were pleased to get the confession out of the dishonest thieves, and removed them from the stocks so they could be transported to the dungeon. As they pulled the prisoners out, the guards thanked Victoria for her help in solving this case, and mentioned to her that they would tell the King about what had happened. Victoria was thrilled to hear the news, and hoped that maybe she'd get a handsome reward for her skills, which would really help her at the time as she battled finances in her two room wooden hut near the village's forest.
It was a cute little place, almost like something out of a Disney movie, and Victoria loved it. had a beautiful view of the castle from her bedroom window, and always dreamed of what it would be like to be a queen, or a princess. Most of Victoria's friends called her Mother Nature because she'd leave a little something for every creature in the forest to snack on because she loved animals. On the other hand, the roof leaked pretty badly in the kitchen, and hunters would always trespass near her house, which really pissed her off. The very next day a large telegram came to Victoria directly from the King and Queen.
She thanked the telegram carrier, and rushed inside to read it. She was so excited, she nearly tore the letter in half as she attempted to open the envelope. The telegram said that the King and Queen greatly appreciated Victoria's help in solving the diamond theft case, and offered her the opportunity to work and live in the castle as the Queen's head Interrogation specialist for the women's prison. It asked to reply as so as possible in person, and before she even finished the letter, Victoria was on her way out. She shed a few tears saying goodbye to her animals and her little hut, but the sadness drifted away as she walked towards the castle.
She walked into the castle a little nervous, but after she began gazing at it's internal beauty, all the butterflies in her stomach flew away. She was amazed at the size of the castle from the inside compared to looking at it from her window back home. The guards brought her to the King and Queen where Victoria was explained her position..
"First, and foremost, I'd like to say that whatever you did to that pair of thieves out there was brilliant. I mean those two made the mold when it comes to lying con-artists, and again, we thank you."-the king said.
"Victoria, as you know, our legal system differs from any other kingdom. In this kingdom, if you break the law, you have the right to a trial in which the confession MUST come out in order to sentence the criminal. In other words, if we don't have any proof, we must somehow get the guilty person in question to fess up which has proven to be a very difficult task lately, that is, until you came along. I could really use your persuasive fingers in my private torture chamber where you will serve as the women's prison Tortress, if you accept our offer, you will live in the castle free of room and board, and have many resources at your disposal to get the confessions out of these criminals.."
Victoria was speechless as she listened to the Queen's words. She immediately agreed, and promised that she wouldn’t fail. After that, she got the privilege to enjoy a Royal lunch with the King and Queen where she was told a few more details about her new position. The King said that Victoria would be stationed in the basement just under the dungeon, but he assured her that the room had been renovated, painted, and cleaned like new. Victoria smiled, pretending to be excited about the news, but deep down she was disappointed when she heard the words " under the dungeon". She pictured a small, muggy little hole in the wall where candles lit the way and every insect and rat infested the walls and floors. Little did Victoria know, her new home was one of the best looking rooms in the castle, and the size of the room could have held three of her previous homes!
The Queen said that a PA recording system had been installed in various areas of the room so all confessions could be recorded and documented for their trial. On her way out, the King handed Victoria a catalog entitled " Tied 'n' Knots incorp. " this was a giant book of bondage gear and equipment. He told her to choose anything she needed, and he make sure it was ordered. She thanked him, and the Queen for lunch and then followed the guards to her new home. On her walk towards the dungeon, the passed by the Court house, where a young girl was on trial. She made eye-contact with Victoria as she passed by.
Then, it was through the kitchen and dining hall where all the guards, servants, and other workers in the castle ate meals. Finally, they reached the big black doors of the dungeon which she would have to walk through in order to get to her Torture room. The guard watching the dungeon doors smiled at the newcomer, and happily let her through the doors. She walked down a dark hallway which was rather creepy with its dark red wallpaper, long mirrors, and looming photos of execution devices being used. She shook it off, and headed towards her torture room.
Victoria opened the unlocked doors to her new place, took a deep breath, and entered the room. She couldn’t believe how beautiful it truly was. She jumped for joy as she examined the room's every detail, and she couldn’t get over the size of this room. Three diamond-shaped windows let the light in, and gave out a beautiful view of the town and the forest. The room itself had many structures which could and would definitely be used for bondage purposes. For example, the three pillars in the room could be used to wrap someone up like a mummy, with their bare feet and stomach left unwrapped of coarse, and the large wooden frame in the center of the room, which had large steel eyehooks on either end so Victoria could hang a criminal by her ankles and wrists, making what would appear to be a very ticklish human hammock. After she finished gawking at the torture chamber area of the room, she went to find where she'd be sleeping.
She first checked the far left corner of the giant room, and all she found was a set of kneeling stocks in the corner. Victoria then figured her bed and bathroom must be to the far right. Eagerly, she made her way to the far right corner of the room only to find what appeared to be a human sized bird cage, and a wooden rack. Where the hell was she going to sleep? She again found herself in the center of the room, frantically looking in all directions when she noticed a button on the wall just behind the wooden frame. She walked through the frame and pushed the button on the wall, with a little stick-it note that labeled this the room button.
The wall slid back, and revealed a huge queen sized bed covered in layers of silk and satin sheets with over a dozen different pillows. Victoria immediately noticed the vanity to the left of the bed, which was in front of the roman bathtub and shower area. She also noticed an outfit that would later become her Tortress outfit that she'd wear during her interrogationss. It was a beautiful strapless leather dress with a revealing slit up the right thigh, a t-cut thong, and a pair of very expensive high heeled pumps. She undressed, and ran a bath for herself, getting ready for her first victim....
Criminal # 1 ( Julie - wanted for stealing from the market over a dozen times )
Victoria stood before the mirror of her vanity, admiring her reflection when she heard a loud bang on the door. She shifted her breasts, centering them and walked towards the door. She opened the door and let the guard bring in her first customer, a young woman with blonde hair slithering down to her shoulders was escorted in the room by a guard. Victoria sized her up with her eyes as she came to a stop before her. Victoria wondered if she was a natural blonde, but she couldn’t tell because of the chastity belt she was wearing. Other than the belt, this young woman was buck naked. The guard undid her handcuffs and left the room. Victoria didn’t waste any time getting to know this girl, instead she led her over to the wooden frame in the center of the room.
"Lay down, on your back..."- Victoria asked of the prisoner. She tapped the spot right between the frames where she wanted her to lay down. The prisoner hesitated, but slowly followed orders. Victoria grabbed two ropes and began to run them through the steel eyehooks on each post, starting with the right one.
After about ten minutes, The prisoner was looking more like a hammock then anything else. To ensure that she wasn’t going anywhere, Victoria tied a 90 lbs weight to her chastity belt, which bent her at the waist making her into a V shape. The girl struggled with her binds, but had little movement available to her in the position she was in. Victoria thought this was the perfect time to introduce her skills to the criminal, so she straddled her facing away from her, and was about to start tickling her stomach when...
" uhh.. Miss... Would you mind getting your butt out of my view.. please?"- she snicked as she asked Victoria.
" Ohhh.. (( noticing she had bent over a little, putting her butt directly in her face when she bent down to tickle her stomach )) I'm sorry.. I didn't realize.. here, let me help you.." - she walked over to her opened box from Tied 'n' Knots incorp., and pulled out a black blindfold. She walked over to her captive prisoner holding the blindfold.
" This should help you with that.." - Victoria said, placing the blindfold over her eyes. She laughed at the sight of the struggling girl, thinking she was being a little smartass. That comment only gave her and even better idea. She pulled up her dress, revealing her almost bare butt, with the exception of a very thin thong, and again straddled her prisoner, only this time, she let her butt rest right on the bridge of the prisoner's nose.
" Is that any better?"- She smiled, and began using her tickling skills on the prisoner's stomach and sides. Immediately, the young girl went into fits of screaming and laughing as her body jolted and struggled like a fish on a hook. Victoria could feel the electricity under her fingertips as she tickled the hell out of this girl. Every now and again, the girl's face would get planted right into Victoria's butt as she struggled. This only excited Victoria even more. After about five minutes, the girl was in tears and ready to cooperate.
"ohhaa ahehae heae aheae aehahae haha :::breathing in::: I admit I stole from the store!! haha ehhaea hehae aehae I admit!!! please!!! hhae aheae aeha aeheaae HAHA EHAEIT WAS ME!"
Victoria got what she wanted from this girl, but she didn't stop her tickling rampage. She knew all the spots on the human body that hardly everyone knew were sensitive to tickling, like the bare butt cheeks, which she raked with all five fingernails sending the young girl into convulsions of laughter and giggling. Victoria was having so much fun, she almost forgot that she retrieved the information outlaw of the girl already. She stopped the torture, pulled her dress back down and called for the guards to remove the girl. As for the girl, she was almost happy to go to the dungeon after the cruel tickling she went through. Victoria untied the ropes binding the girl's ankles and wrists, and pulled off her blindfold.
She waved goodbye as the guards escorted her out. * Victoria walked over to the room's recording system control panel, and removed the tape that recorded the confession and entitled it " The blonde " She then took a long bath, masturbated to the thoughts of her one and only love, a knight named Sir Nicholis, who once saved her life from a group of flea-bitten roughnecks who wanted to rape and kill her. Today she had her first success, and the Queen would be pleased, but this was only the beginning...
Criminal # 2 ( Angelica- a larger female guard who is charged with helping a prisoner escape)
Victoria got word the next morning that she'd be working on a new case, with a slightly more difficult criminal. With that in mind, she pulled out her new stock, and decided to give it a try. This stock was different then the more usual stock which simply held feet, a head, and two hands. This new stock was called " Hog stock", and it looked just like an ordinary table top with four legs, only the legs could be lifted or lowered, and the holes for the prisoner's head, ankles, and wrists weren’t there. Instead, the only holes in the stock were four holes set very close to each other in the center of this table. The idea behind this stock was to hogtie the prisoner, which meant to tie the ankles to the wrists.
The prisoner would lay flat on her stomach. Once that was accomplished, the tortress would lock the ankles and wrists in place, and if she chose, she could ten tie the ankles to the wrists adding more power to the bind. After all that was finished, the tortress would either raise or lower the table top and watch the prisoner's tummy rise from the floor, suspended in bondage from the wrists and ankles. Victoria gave the crank a final twist, which raised Angelica's stomach off the ground about five inches. She grunted and struggling, and with her muscle-toned body, she almost shifted the entire table a few inches to the left. Victoria ignored her attempts at escaping, and pulled up a chair directly in front of Angelica's head, forcing her to stare right into Victoria's crotch from under the table.
"Let's start with these devious toes shall we?" -she said, spreading her legs out on her chair, giving Angelica a perfect view of her pantied privates. Angelica turned away, and struggled again, saying:
"Tickling? You're going to tickle me? (( she laughs)) You're kidding right? I mean you can't be serious.."- she said as sarcastically as possible.
"You'd be surprised how sensitive big feet like yours can get after I rub a little of my special lotion into your soles.." - Victoria explained as she plopped two puddles of cream on the balls of Angelica's feet.
Victoria pulled out a small detailing paintbrush and slowly began to brush the cream into the soles of Angelica’s bare feet. Angelica did fidget quite a lot, but never made a laughing sound once. This didn’t bother Victoria though, she hummed to herself playfully as she finished the final brushings because she was convinced Angelica was holding back the laughter. Now, the time had come for the muscle-bound brunette vixen to start spilling the beans on whether she helped that prisoner escape.
Victoria started kinda slow with Angelica, as to build up the anticipation of the real attack. She playfully pulled and wiggled a few of Angelica's toes, and Angelica met every move Victoria made with a stern grunt or shake. Finally, she got bored of teasing, and went in for the kill. Angelica's eye's widened as she felt Victoria's fingers begin to scribble into her left foot, and then the right, both at once!! She struggled with the urge to laugh and lose control, but with Victoria's tickling technique and that lotion, she couldn’t fight it any longer.
"ahhae h AHAHAA AHAHA haha eahe ahaaa haaahha you little bitch!!!! haha eaha ahaaa ahahaahaa aha this is'nt fair!!!! release me AT ONCE!!!! haha ahaa ohhh god no!!!! hhaa ehaehaehahhaaahhhaah"- Her please of mercy were endless, as was Victoria's tickling assault, and she had no intentions of stopping until the truth was told.
"Come on now... Angelica.... you can't be serious!"- She grinned, tickling the ankle of her right foot, and just under the toes of her left. Angelica finally burst into hysterics, and both tears and the truth came pouring out of her....
"OK!! OK!!! OK! HAAH EEHAA AHAAAHA I HELPED HER ESCAPE!! HAHA AHAA EHEA HAAA HAAAAHA AOHHH NO MORE!! NO MORE!! HAAHAAA AHAHAA AHA AAHA"-
The truth was finally out in the open, and Victoria had it on tape for proof. She phoned the guards to have her removed, and got herself a glass of ice water. About five minutes later, Angelica was removed from Victoria's room and off to serve her sentence.
After Victoria defeated Angelica, she took a few days off for a break so she could order up some new devices, lotions, and other bondage toys. She figured every dungeon needed a reinventing every now and again, and just like that, the King had ordered everything she asked for. One of the first new editions came that Monday, and Victoria couldn’t have been more excited to see it. It was something new, not like anything Victoria had ever seen before. It was called the " Tickling Toilet", but don't get the wrong idea, it had nothing to do with going to the bathroom. It was called that because the seat of the bondage contraption was the rim of the toilet, allowing the prisoner's butt to slip and fall through the hole.
Then, the rim was connecting to a metal back, which connected the headstock, where the prisoner's neck would be locked in place. You could tie the prisoner's hands behind her back, using the metal backing, or you raise the head and use it for the wrists instead, and simply wrap a band around the prisoner's forehead, locking her head in place. As for the feet, they were connected to a spreader bar, which hung from the headstock. She also added a few of her self portraits in black frames all over the room, mostly in sexy poses wearing next to nothing in each one.
The Half-stock she ordered the previous week was finally in its way, and it was going to hit just in time because this week, her schedule was full! First, Michelle and her friend Janet were Victoria's first customers. They were sent to her on the charge of cheating a very important test in their college which they seem to have forgotten. But after two straight hours of having their feet tickled in the kneeling stocks, they seemed to remember an awful lot. On Tuesday, Julia came and had a visit with Victoria's newest attraction, the Tickling Toilet. At first, Julia shouted angrily at Victoria as she was strapped into the contraption, screaming about the fact that she was innocent of any crime. Victoria started in on her ribcage, and moved her way down to her inner thighs, which were easy to access through the toilet-type seat. Soon Julia's shouts were transformed into pleas for mercy as she sobbed and screamed with laughter. Finally, Victoria got her first real challenge when Alissa, the leader of a band of thieves known as the " Thorn bushes" came to visit her on Wednesday...
Alissa was walked in by the guards almost completely naked with her hands tied firmly behind her back. Her long reddish brown hair tickled down her back as she walked through the doors of Victoria's torture chamber. Her green eyes scanned the room, probably looking for any and all exits or escape routes. Victoria smiled, and greeted them both with a smile. Alissa shot a rude look towards Victoria as the guard left them alone. She watched Victoria roll out the half-stock into the center room, and showed no sighs of any kind of fear.
"What's that supposed to be?"- She snicked, looking at the oddly shaped stock.
"It's a piece of furniture that you'll be spending a lot of time in.."- She smiled evilly as she opened the top portion of the stock. Alissa giggled again, glancing at the look of the so-called Half-stock as Victoria pushed her towards it.
"What, may I ask, is so funny about this Stock?"- Victoria stopped Alissa before she locked her in the bondage contraption.
"Well, look at it.. It's got three holes in it, which I assume is for the head and wrists, but look at the size of the hole for the head, it's almost the size of my waist.. hahahaheh! You must be dealing with some pretty thick-headed prisoners!"- She smiled, giggling again at her own joke.
"Yes, and I'd say you'd be the thickest yet my dear... because that hole is not for one's head, it's actually for your stomach, and the holes on either side of the stomach hole is for your wrists. They call this the Half-stock simply because it keeps half your body immobile."- Victoria said, almost laughing at the look on Alissa's face when she heard those words.
"In other words, it keeps you bent over so your butt and thighs are easy tickling targets, and with that spreader bar hanging above the half-stock, I can easily arrange your legs to be spread wide open carefully suspended from the ceiling.."- She crossed her arms, and waited for a reply to that from the smart ass prisoner.
"Tickling?? ohhhh no!! Not tickling! HA! You're more pathetic than I had heard.. You're telling me you're not even Woman enough to dish out real punishment... you have to resort to child's play?"- She fired back.
"Even Child's play can turn adults into laugh-ridden lunatics.. and trust me.. you're about to find out why.. In fact, let's start right now, but we'll try different bondage positions for you, until we get it right, and I have all night.. what about you?"- She grinned, and pushed Alissa towards the Pig-Stock where the once mighty Angelica fell helpless to Victoria's power. Once in place, Victoria got to work on Alissa, testing her body for ticklish spots. First, she tickled her belly, which hung suspended five inches over the ground. Unfortunately, Victoria couldn’t get even the slightest smile out of Alissa with her tickling assault on her stomach.
"Ok... not all tummies are ticklish... let's taste those toes..."- She grinned, knowing that foot tickling was not only her specialty, but her favorite zone for torture.
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.
The crowd hissed in disapproval at his further delay of her public punishment. The crude jester met their demands with a steady flipping of both middle fingers as he angrily pulled Victoria’s face from the ground and once again grabbed her leash. Their destination was a massive bondage device made purely of wood and steel rods. It appeared to have to real entrance and certainly no way out. Victoria made her final pleas to the jester before he began the lengthy process of locking her into the wooden labyrinth of bondage.
“Have mercy on me! You must understand that I worked for the Royal family! I did not torture any of those women without direction from the King and Queen. You truly must understand this!”
His eyes were cold and completely uncaring as he unlatched the steel clamps at different points of a massive wooden wheel in the center of the contraption.
“Jester, if you spare me this humiliation I will accompany you privately and show you my gratitude for being so noble.” Victoria explained, trembling with fear.
He stopped whatever he was doing, and turned his attention to the begging Tortress. His smile spoke a thousand words, and none of them with any good intension. His hat wiggled back and forth as he slowly approached his captive and placed his gloved hands softly along the sides of her trembling face. She was putty in his fowl hands and desperate for any mercy he could offer.
“One choice. Become my slave till Winter comes. Do this and I will spare you of public humiliation.” He said in his high pitched, but cruel sounding tone.
“A.. a slave?” Victoria said as her face turned pale.
What on god’s green earth would this… thing do to her once she agreed to become his slave! He was so perverted and so ghastly that the mere sight of him for over three months would probably end up driving her crazy. Gulping back her salty tears, she scanned the busy crowd gathering around the center of town. There had to be at least two hundred town folk here by now, and not one of them looked very happy. Then, her eyes fell back onto the jester standing before her. His phony cock swaying back and forth as he laughed hysterically at her situation with his eyes like tiny slivers in his flesh. With one arm across her breasts, and the other handing cupping around her private parts, Victoria inhaled a deep breath of fresh air and gave his bastard her answer.
“I would never be a slave to such a vile slug. You can kiss my butt. I choose the public humiliation.” She said, without so much as a flinch in her mannerisms.
“Brave little bitch aren’t we!” He said, with laughter mixed into his voice.
In an unexpected move, the jester jumped backwards and flipped upside down to land on the seven foot log that was lying next to the heavy wooden wheel. Throwing his hands in the air, he shouted
“LET THE TICKLING BEGIN!”
His announcement was met by heavy applause and shouts in all sorts of languages. His face was a fiery example of pure evil as he approached his little damsel once again. Grabbing her by the hair, he demanded that she place her hands firmly behind her back once again. After a little help from the jester, she seemed to get the point. Now, she was once again totally exposed to the screaming crowd. It all started at that log…
She was shoved to her knees inches in front on the seven foot log lying down before her.
“Hug it with your legs and arms…” He said, only this time he wasn’t smiling.
She had to do it, and found no sense in arguing with him. She bent forwards in an attempt to slowly straddle the log, but unfortunately the jester had other plans. Once her pretty bottom was tilted back a little, his clowny boot found it’s way against her right cheek and gave her a little shove forward.
“Oooofffff!!!!” She landed hard against her belly with most of the air knocked out of her from the fall.
The crowd seemed to enjoy it. They were shouting for more! Angelica was a former prisoner of the talented tickling tortress. She enjoyed the show from the comfy confides of a pillory stock set up near the center of town. Then there was the bread stealing Julie, another big fan of the show. She too had suffered the tickling wrath of the Royal tickler!
Victoria was a little more uncomfortable on this log, but she felt a little less humiliated knowing that her breasts and her kitten were hidden from view. That would soon change though, but let’s not tell her yet…
From the Jester’s left pocket came lengths and lengths of black rope in which he planned to actually bind her body in that position against the scratchy surface of the log. Like a magician, he wowed the feeble minded crowd with simple eye tricks and mind games that came off like some spooky magic. The next thing Victoria knew, her ankles were crossed and securely tied to each other beneath the log. The same happened to her wrists with only one small difference. There was a golden hook a few inches above her the position of her wrists. Another length of black rope was used to tie her bound wrists to that golden hook. This forced her to keep her arms up far enough to reveal her tender armpits.
With a hard smack against her left butt cheek, the jester jumped back and away from his struggling slave, and grabbed for the wooden wheel’s crank handle. As he spun the wheel with the handle, the crowd watched in awe as the log began lifting towards the sky.
‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! No!! No please! I’m terrified of heights! Please!! Please don’t do this!!”
The massive crowd’s shouting and yelling muffled her shouts of fear as the log continued heading upwards. Soon, the log would be standing up straight with Victoria’s rear facing the ground and her wrists pointing towards the skies above.
She struggled as if she was worm on a fisher’s hook as the jester made the finally adjustments to the wheel before being satisfied with the log’s new position. Victoria was now hanging by the hook holding her wrists, but her bound ankles kept slipping down the belly of the log. She was still screaming as the jester rolled in two kegs filled with intoxicating substances. He grabbed a wooden cup from his bag of trick and smiled at Victoria. Her beautiful rear end was slipping down the log as she desperately tried to climb upwards in attempt to unhook herself. It was very funny to watch, and he knew as well as she did there just was no escaping fate.
Using a huge knife, he sliced into the keg’s right side as if it were a thug’s stomach. Alcohol sprayed out like a fire hose like a bleeding wound. Members of the crowd close enough quickly made every attempt to suck down a free drink as they hopped all over each other with their big mouths open. The jester slid his mug in front of the spray and filled it to the tip. The next trick was far beyond any of the crowd’s wildest dreams. He stepped away from the spraying keg and leaned up against the log. Glancing upward, he simply admired the sight above him. Victoria’s cushy butt cheeks wiggling up and down, and every now and again, accidentally showing a little of her anus.
“Time to drink the Jolly juice!” he shouted up towards his slave.
She immediately started shouting angrily at him from up high. He couldn’t make out any of her words, and felt he needed to examine her a bit closer. Suddenly, he made this a reality as his legs actually began to increase in height! He was growing like a weed right before the eyes of both the crowd and the trembling, ticklish tart! There was a loud gasp in the crowd as he grew nearly six feet taller then he was before. Victoria’s face was now level with that menacing cock of his, and the sounds of the crowd had ceased. In fact, only the spray from the keg was audible as everyone watched the jester with amazement.
“But how? How could you ooooouuuuu!!!!!” She said as he grabbed her by the nose.
With her mouth wide open and screaming, the pouring of the alcohol was easy as pie. Without her consent, she gulped down the entire glass! This was ten times stronger then regular beer, and it hit Victoria almost instantly. Her eyes became glossy, and her movements became more and more sluggish. She was having an even more difficult time trying to raise herself to the level of that hook now. The Jester slowly lowered back to about Victoria’s rear end, and began wiggling his fingers.
“I’ll start with your ass, and work my way everywhere.” His statement was followed by a cheering crowd as he leaned in towards her ass in an attempt to get a closer look. Needless to save, this bothered Victoria and gave her a reason to try and wiggle her way up that pole once again.
Instead of escaping, she slumped back downwards in a drunken girl slide. The cheeks of her sexy butt literally landed right into the palms of the crude jester. She felt him against her body, and immediately shouted in protest. Slowly, he pulled his hands away and let her cheeks slump down a little further like tear drops. Two black raven feathers were pulled magically from beneath the side of his hat now and were flipped so the pointy hard parts were touching the curves of her trembling flesh.
“Noooooo NNOOO!!!!!” A drunken Victoria shouted as the jester began drawing different patterns of shapes and letters into her cheeks. She immediately tightened up her gluts and against all odds made more of an attempt to wiggle her way up the poll.
Her foolishness was ceased when the feathers were flicked away and his hands dove into her sides. That tender area just above the hip.
“aAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! No no no NO!! ahehae aehaea ahaahahha aahwhawahwahhaa aeehahea why!! Why me!! Aehahe aahehaehahahea eahea noooo!!!”
As she screamed with girlish giggles, the jester had his fun with some of her most sensitive skin. He’d make her scream, wiggle, and beg like a lunatic for a few more minutes before moving into more sensitive territory…
Her screams seemed to fuel the crowd’s applause as the tickling really got serious. The jester had a hand tickling the arch of her left armpit, and at the same time was letting his fingertips explore the right hand side of her ribcage. Victoria was screaming with laughter and bucking up and down on that log as if she was making love to it. The sight was truly a thing a beauty, and I have post cards that you wouldn’t believe!
“AHhaahaha aahhe aheae aheahe aahaha eaheaehaehae aaehh whhhy!!!!! Aehahea ehaheaheaheah”
She kept screaming why me to her merciless torturer as he continued to feast on her flesh with his talented fingertips.
“Why not my love..” He said with a grin as he dove both hands into each of her ticklish armpits.
“ AHAHEA EAHAE AEAHEAE AHEA NOT!! NOT THERE!! HAEHA EAEHAEAHEAH AHAEWAHWHAHWAH WAW A WHAHWHAWHAWA WHAWAW NOOOOO!!!!”
Her little body was covered in sweat from the heavy night’s air, and her breathing patterns were all over the charts. She was quite the tickler, but could have never pushed a prisoner to the limit she was reaching. Finally for whatever reason, he stopped.
The crowd cheered him on as he lowered back to his regular height. Drips from Victoria’s sweaty body trickled down on his hat like rain, and he loved it. He even tilted his head back and caught a few with an open mouth.
“Who wants to see some foot tickling?” He asked as he ripped the top off the keg and glanced inside to check the remains. The slice had hit the keg about mid level, so there was at least another half to go. As the crowd cheered, he dipped his cup into the darkness.
The first glass was completely consumed by him as he poured it down his throat. Most of it ended up down the sides of his face, but he got what he needed. Besides, his next trick involved a little skill and he needed most of his senses intact.
Victoria was in sad shape at this point. She felt sick to her stomach, needed to use the bathroom badly, and was very dizzy and lightheaded. Her body was still twitching from the insane tickling she just endured! She had a dark cloud floating above her head despite this chance of rest. She knew the soles of her feet were next in line…
The jester was once again the wooden wheel’s handle as he gulped down the last few sips of his cup. He shouted to the crowd and caused uproars of excitement as he slowly began pulling the crank the opposite direction. The log was tilting backwards, and Victoria’s rear end was heading towards the ground!! She shouted in disapproval to the jester who simply flicked his snake like tongue at her mockingly. In no time, her back and butt were lying against the ground, and her hands and feet were left to wiggle freely and openly for all to see.
The jester carried two large wooden boxes towards the wriggling hands and feet and carefully placed them on the log close by. First things first, he had to get these flapping feet in a more vulnerable state of being. Crossed at the ankle, she could easily aid one sole by protecting it with another. She felt him remove the ties that bound her ankles together. She was patient, but anticipating one wrong move so she could get away from this place. Above the log were long wooden poles attached to ropes and pulleys that suspended them off the ground. At the end of each pole were stirrups and extending ropes that attached to the far left and the far right. He lowered the pole only the leather nooses fit snug around her wriggling ankles. It wasn’t long before her legs were spread as the two poles lifted into the air to the east and west.
This action spread Victoria’s legs wide apart. She was howling with discontent by the time everything was complete. The jester walked towards the face of his beautiful and once powerful tortress and lowered to his knees.
“Look at me now..” He whispered.
For some fucked up reason, she listened to him. She turned her head from beneath that log and glared at him. The fear and tears of frustration were steadily filling behind her pretty eyes as she waited to hear him speak.
“I’ve been helping you with your victims…” He said, without cracking a smile.
Shocked, Victoria angrily spewed up how she truly felt. She could care less about her helpless position and demanded to be respected for her talented tickling skills.
“You know nothing of the power of my tickling. I alone have driven hardened criminals into mindless fools! I have solved dozens of cases with the tips of my fingers! The truth has poured from these women because of me! You have nothing to do with any of it!”
He smiled, knowing full well that the truth would be hard to swallow. She’d never believe that while she tickled her prisoners, he was pulling her strings like a marionette. She’d never believe him without seeing it for herself. He closed his tightly, and pressed the palm of his hand against her forehead. He sought out her third eye’s attention now as he brought her back through time.
She was forced to face the facts.
Victoria watched in shock as she was shown the truth. All of her victims were displayed before her mind’s eye. She watched in disbelief as the jester’s invisible hands guided her own hands as he hovered above her silently. She had been possessed by him some time just before she was assigned the position of royal tortress in order to get himself inside the castle walls without causing a huge fuss.
“You remember tickling Alissa don’t you my puppet?”
Victoria did remember Alissa all too well. She had failed in her tickling, and was nearly defeated until she somehow.. . oh god. He was telling the truth…
“Thanks to you, I’ve stolen the Royal Queen’s Spell book. It was in that short absence that I was able to find exactly what I needed.”
“No!! This can’t be!! I can’t believe you!” Deep in her heart, she knew the truth all too well. He had taken advantage of her right beneath her nose. He used her as if she was nothing more then a puppet! She never had any skills of tickling at all, it was always him! Sorrow filled her mind as the Jester thanked her again. He rose to his feet and dipped the cup into the barrel one last time.
“A toast to your help!” He shouted.
“For without you, I could never perform my next tickling trick!” He shouted, forcing her to gulp down the entire cup. She was green in the face by the time it was all gone.
The jester yanked the two wooden boxes of the log between Victoria’s spread legs and turned to the crowd for their attention. Night fall had come to the kingdom, but no one had any intension of leaving the show. He bowed to the crowd one last time as he turned he tossed one of the boxes against the ground.
He lifted the box high into the air and pointed the open end towards him. With his other arm, he pushed his hand deep inside the box until it couldn’t be seen anymore. The crowed watched in amazement as the jester performed under the light of the burning torches nearby. He shocked the crowd by pulling the box off his hand with the other and revealing nothing but the sleeve of his mangled costume!! His hand was gone! The crowd immediately responded with gasps and cheers.
He slowly tip toed over to Victoria’s right foot and without warning, he slammed the box over it till it covered the entire foot to the ankle.
“AAAAAHHHHH….. ::BURP:: AAA WH… WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME???”
The answer came as her foot now wriggled it’s way out of the jester’s sleeve!!! His hand had been replaced by her foot! He sat on the edge of the stage and admired her foot as the crowd gathered closer in sheer excitement. He ran the tip of his white nose along her toe line and inhaled the glorious scent of her fear. Then, the tasting of her toes followed as he brought a few of her toes to his dark colored lips and slurped a few in.
“NO!! HOW COULD THIS BE?? AHEHAEA EAH ((GIGGLING NERVOUSLY )) HOW COULD THIS HEHE AHAHEA BE???!!??”
His wriggling tongue made a meal of those little piggys as they wiggled in his warm mouth. He enjoyed the taste of her ticklish toes a little longer before pulling away and nibbling across the sole of her foot! She screamed in ways never thought possible by a human being.
It tickled her to the point of losing control of her bladder. She sprayed the log and continued losing her mind as he nibbled away on her sole. The crowd said nothing, and could only watch with their jaws against the floor as he continued tickling her foot throughout the night…
YEARS LATER….
Victoria hadn’t been seen in town for years now. There were rumors of this and that, depending on who you talked to about her mysterious disappearance from the kingdom. Some thought she lost her marbles and took a leap off a cliff somewhere in the forests that surrounded the castle. Others thought the clown had killed her that night from the terrible tickling, but the body was never found.
Nobody seemed to bother checking that little hut in the woods that she called home once before. The outside of the hut was rotting, and the inside was worse. You’d have to take a closer look inside to see her hiding in the shadows, living off the land and still missing one foot……
The jester slowly licks between Victoria’s toes somewhere in another dimension as the credits fade in…
THE END. 8/26/05
Anyway! This is the spawn of that very strange trip.
* Getting drunk, and going on the Pirate ride.... bad idea!
Victoria sat on her vanity's stool, staring blankly into the eyes of her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her long black hair. She finished brushing her hair, and tied it into a ponytail behind her back with two strips of black leather, tied neatly in a bow. She rose from her stool, and admired her nude figure in the reflection. She had the body every town women would die for, including the Queen herself. But how could you not be a little jealous when Victoria was blessed with firm breasts, lovely butt, and all the curves to match, not to mention beautiful feet. At the tender age of 24, Victoria had it all going for her, especially when it came to her occupation, which was working directly for the King and Queen as the Dungeon's Truth
Interrogation specialist.
She was able to stay in the lovely Castle with free room and board as long as she continued to serve the Royal couple successfully, which wasn't hard for Victoria. Her methods were as simple as they were effective, and only she could pull it off. All she needed to get the truth out of a potential liar, or a thief was one of her many bondage devices, and her sharp skills in the tickle torture department.
Victoria had always loved the reactions she could get from tickling ever since she was a little girl, and had always been extremely good at it. In fact, she got the job with the Royal family by having fun with a few female diamond thieves who refused to fess up to the crimes, so the Royal throne sentenced them to remain in the town's stock for 4 weeks. On Victoria's way to the market one morning, she noticed the two females locked in the stocks with their bare feet locked and strapped in the wooden holes. This brought an evil grin to Victoria's face as she decided to walk over and get a closer look. They were both blonde, but one was older than the other. It almost looked like a daughter-mother thief team to Victoria, but she wasn’t sure yet.
(( The thieves saw her approaching ))
" Lady! Please help us! They've put us here against our will!" - The older of the two shouted.
Victoria grinned, dropping to her knees in front of the women's feet and said:
" I'm sure you must be guilty of something, or the court wouldn’t have bothered placing you in the stocks. You'd be in the dungeon instead, but here, let me give you something to smile about!" - she said as she took the older lady's right foot and straddled her ankle with her thighs. Her foot bounced and bucked, but it didn’t have much room to escape Victoria's tickling fingertips. The prisoner immediately burst into fits of laughter and begging for mercy.
She had never been tickled like that before, and didn’t quite know how to handle it. The way Victoria was tickling stimulated her sexually, and drove her insane all at once. Her daughter watched her mother screaming and crying with laughter like a schoolgirl, and became filled with the frightening thought that she could be next. Just as the mother was about to have an accident, two Royal guards walked up to the three women.
"hahe eheh ahaha hehe aha GUARDS!!! GUARDS MAKE HER STOP!!!! hahaa ehhea aha hehee I admit we're thieves!!! please!!! no more!! haha ahaha ahohhhh noo!! hha aahahahahhaahhaha!"
The guards were pleased to get the confession out of the dishonest thieves, and removed them from the stocks so they could be transported to the dungeon. As they pulled the prisoners out, the guards thanked Victoria for her help in solving this case, and mentioned to her that they would tell the King about what had happened. Victoria was thrilled to hear the news, and hoped that maybe she'd get a handsome reward for her skills, which would really help her at the time as she battled finances in her two room wooden hut near the village's forest.
It was a cute little place, almost like something out of a Disney movie, and Victoria loved it. had a beautiful view of the castle from her bedroom window, and always dreamed of what it would be like to be a queen, or a princess. Most of Victoria's friends called her Mother Nature because she'd leave a little something for every creature in the forest to snack on because she loved animals. On the other hand, the roof leaked pretty badly in the kitchen, and hunters would always trespass near her house, which really pissed her off. The very next day a large telegram came to Victoria directly from the King and Queen.
She thanked the telegram carrier, and rushed inside to read it. She was so excited, she nearly tore the letter in half as she attempted to open the envelope. The telegram said that the King and Queen greatly appreciated Victoria's help in solving the diamond theft case, and offered her the opportunity to work and live in the castle as the Queen's head Interrogation specialist for the women's prison. It asked to reply as so as possible in person, and before she even finished the letter, Victoria was on her way out. She shed a few tears saying goodbye to her animals and her little hut, but the sadness drifted away as she walked towards the castle.
She walked into the castle a little nervous, but after she began gazing at it's internal beauty, all the butterflies in her stomach flew away. She was amazed at the size of the castle from the inside compared to looking at it from her window back home. The guards brought her to the King and Queen where Victoria was explained her position..
"First, and foremost, I'd like to say that whatever you did to that pair of thieves out there was brilliant. I mean those two made the mold when it comes to lying con-artists, and again, we thank you."-the king said.
"Victoria, as you know, our legal system differs from any other kingdom. In this kingdom, if you break the law, you have the right to a trial in which the confession MUST come out in order to sentence the criminal. In other words, if we don't have any proof, we must somehow get the guilty person in question to fess up which has proven to be a very difficult task lately, that is, until you came along. I could really use your persuasive fingers in my private torture chamber where you will serve as the women's prison Tortress, if you accept our offer, you will live in the castle free of room and board, and have many resources at your disposal to get the confessions out of these criminals.."
Victoria was speechless as she listened to the Queen's words. She immediately agreed, and promised that she wouldn’t fail. After that, she got the privilege to enjoy a Royal lunch with the King and Queen where she was told a few more details about her new position. The King said that Victoria would be stationed in the basement just under the dungeon, but he assured her that the room had been renovated, painted, and cleaned like new. Victoria smiled, pretending to be excited about the news, but deep down she was disappointed when she heard the words " under the dungeon". She pictured a small, muggy little hole in the wall where candles lit the way and every insect and rat infested the walls and floors. Little did Victoria know, her new home was one of the best looking rooms in the castle, and the size of the room could have held three of her previous homes!
The Queen said that a PA recording system had been installed in various areas of the room so all confessions could be recorded and documented for their trial. On her way out, the King handed Victoria a catalog entitled " Tied 'n' Knots incorp. " this was a giant book of bondage gear and equipment. He told her to choose anything she needed, and he make sure it was ordered. She thanked him, and the Queen for lunch and then followed the guards to her new home. On her walk towards the dungeon, the passed by the Court house, where a young girl was on trial. She made eye-contact with Victoria as she passed by.
Then, it was through the kitchen and dining hall where all the guards, servants, and other workers in the castle ate meals. Finally, they reached the big black doors of the dungeon which she would have to walk through in order to get to her Torture room. The guard watching the dungeon doors smiled at the newcomer, and happily let her through the doors. She walked down a dark hallway which was rather creepy with its dark red wallpaper, long mirrors, and looming photos of execution devices being used. She shook it off, and headed towards her torture room.
Victoria opened the unlocked doors to her new place, took a deep breath, and entered the room. She couldn’t believe how beautiful it truly was. She jumped for joy as she examined the room's every detail, and she couldn’t get over the size of this room. Three diamond-shaped windows let the light in, and gave out a beautiful view of the town and the forest. The room itself had many structures which could and would definitely be used for bondage purposes. For example, the three pillars in the room could be used to wrap someone up like a mummy, with their bare feet and stomach left unwrapped of coarse, and the large wooden frame in the center of the room, which had large steel eyehooks on either end so Victoria could hang a criminal by her ankles and wrists, making what would appear to be a very ticklish human hammock. After she finished gawking at the torture chamber area of the room, she went to find where she'd be sleeping.
She first checked the far left corner of the giant room, and all she found was a set of kneeling stocks in the corner. Victoria then figured her bed and bathroom must be to the far right. Eagerly, she made her way to the far right corner of the room only to find what appeared to be a human sized bird cage, and a wooden rack. Where the hell was she going to sleep? She again found herself in the center of the room, frantically looking in all directions when she noticed a button on the wall just behind the wooden frame. She walked through the frame and pushed the button on the wall, with a little stick-it note that labeled this the room button.
The wall slid back, and revealed a huge queen sized bed covered in layers of silk and satin sheets with over a dozen different pillows. Victoria immediately noticed the vanity to the left of the bed, which was in front of the roman bathtub and shower area. She also noticed an outfit that would later become her Tortress outfit that she'd wear during her interrogationss. It was a beautiful strapless leather dress with a revealing slit up the right thigh, a t-cut thong, and a pair of very expensive high heeled pumps. She undressed, and ran a bath for herself, getting ready for her first victim....
Criminal # 1 ( Julie - wanted for stealing from the market over a dozen times )
Victoria stood before the mirror of her vanity, admiring her reflection when she heard a loud bang on the door. She shifted her breasts, centering them and walked towards the door. She opened the door and let the guard bring in her first customer, a young woman with blonde hair slithering down to her shoulders was escorted in the room by a guard. Victoria sized her up with her eyes as she came to a stop before her. Victoria wondered if she was a natural blonde, but she couldn’t tell because of the chastity belt she was wearing. Other than the belt, this young woman was buck naked. The guard undid her handcuffs and left the room. Victoria didn’t waste any time getting to know this girl, instead she led her over to the wooden frame in the center of the room.
"Lay down, on your back..."- Victoria asked of the prisoner. She tapped the spot right between the frames where she wanted her to lay down. The prisoner hesitated, but slowly followed orders. Victoria grabbed two ropes and began to run them through the steel eyehooks on each post, starting with the right one.
After about ten minutes, The prisoner was looking more like a hammock then anything else. To ensure that she wasn’t going anywhere, Victoria tied a 90 lbs weight to her chastity belt, which bent her at the waist making her into a V shape. The girl struggled with her binds, but had little movement available to her in the position she was in. Victoria thought this was the perfect time to introduce her skills to the criminal, so she straddled her facing away from her, and was about to start tickling her stomach when...
" uhh.. Miss... Would you mind getting your butt out of my view.. please?"- she snicked as she asked Victoria.
" Ohhh.. (( noticing she had bent over a little, putting her butt directly in her face when she bent down to tickle her stomach )) I'm sorry.. I didn't realize.. here, let me help you.." - she walked over to her opened box from Tied 'n' Knots incorp., and pulled out a black blindfold. She walked over to her captive prisoner holding the blindfold.
" This should help you with that.." - Victoria said, placing the blindfold over her eyes. She laughed at the sight of the struggling girl, thinking she was being a little smartass. That comment only gave her and even better idea. She pulled up her dress, revealing her almost bare butt, with the exception of a very thin thong, and again straddled her prisoner, only this time, she let her butt rest right on the bridge of the prisoner's nose.
" Is that any better?"- She smiled, and began using her tickling skills on the prisoner's stomach and sides. Immediately, the young girl went into fits of screaming and laughing as her body jolted and struggled like a fish on a hook. Victoria could feel the electricity under her fingertips as she tickled the hell out of this girl. Every now and again, the girl's face would get planted right into Victoria's butt as she struggled. This only excited Victoria even more. After about five minutes, the girl was in tears and ready to cooperate.
"ohhaa ahehae heae aheae aehahae haha :::breathing in::: I admit I stole from the store!! haha ehhaea hehae aehae I admit!!! please!!! hhae aheae aeha aeheaae HAHA EHAEIT WAS ME!"
Victoria got what she wanted from this girl, but she didn't stop her tickling rampage. She knew all the spots on the human body that hardly everyone knew were sensitive to tickling, like the bare butt cheeks, which she raked with all five fingernails sending the young girl into convulsions of laughter and giggling. Victoria was having so much fun, she almost forgot that she retrieved the information outlaw of the girl already. She stopped the torture, pulled her dress back down and called for the guards to remove the girl. As for the girl, she was almost happy to go to the dungeon after the cruel tickling she went through. Victoria untied the ropes binding the girl's ankles and wrists, and pulled off her blindfold.
She waved goodbye as the guards escorted her out. * Victoria walked over to the room's recording system control panel, and removed the tape that recorded the confession and entitled it " The blonde " She then took a long bath, masturbated to the thoughts of her one and only love, a knight named Sir Nicholis, who once saved her life from a group of flea-bitten roughnecks who wanted to rape and kill her. Today she had her first success, and the Queen would be pleased, but this was only the beginning...
Criminal # 2 ( Angelica- a larger female guard who is charged with helping a prisoner escape)
Victoria got word the next morning that she'd be working on a new case, with a slightly more difficult criminal. With that in mind, she pulled out her new stock, and decided to give it a try. This stock was different then the more usual stock which simply held feet, a head, and two hands. This new stock was called " Hog stock", and it looked just like an ordinary table top with four legs, only the legs could be lifted or lowered, and the holes for the prisoner's head, ankles, and wrists weren’t there. Instead, the only holes in the stock were four holes set very close to each other in the center of this table. The idea behind this stock was to hogtie the prisoner, which meant to tie the ankles to the wrists.
The prisoner would lay flat on her stomach. Once that was accomplished, the tortress would lock the ankles and wrists in place, and if she chose, she could ten tie the ankles to the wrists adding more power to the bind. After all that was finished, the tortress would either raise or lower the table top and watch the prisoner's tummy rise from the floor, suspended in bondage from the wrists and ankles. Victoria gave the crank a final twist, which raised Angelica's stomach off the ground about five inches. She grunted and struggling, and with her muscle-toned body, she almost shifted the entire table a few inches to the left. Victoria ignored her attempts at escaping, and pulled up a chair directly in front of Angelica's head, forcing her to stare right into Victoria's crotch from under the table.
"Let's start with these devious toes shall we?" -she said, spreading her legs out on her chair, giving Angelica a perfect view of her pantied privates. Angelica turned away, and struggled again, saying:
"Tickling? You're going to tickle me? (( she laughs)) You're kidding right? I mean you can't be serious.."- she said as sarcastically as possible.
"You'd be surprised how sensitive big feet like yours can get after I rub a little of my special lotion into your soles.." - Victoria explained as she plopped two puddles of cream on the balls of Angelica's feet.
Victoria pulled out a small detailing paintbrush and slowly began to brush the cream into the soles of Angelica’s bare feet. Angelica did fidget quite a lot, but never made a laughing sound once. This didn’t bother Victoria though, she hummed to herself playfully as she finished the final brushings because she was convinced Angelica was holding back the laughter. Now, the time had come for the muscle-bound brunette vixen to start spilling the beans on whether she helped that prisoner escape.
Victoria started kinda slow with Angelica, as to build up the anticipation of the real attack. She playfully pulled and wiggled a few of Angelica's toes, and Angelica met every move Victoria made with a stern grunt or shake. Finally, she got bored of teasing, and went in for the kill. Angelica's eye's widened as she felt Victoria's fingers begin to scribble into her left foot, and then the right, both at once!! She struggled with the urge to laugh and lose control, but with Victoria's tickling technique and that lotion, she couldn’t fight it any longer.
"ahhae h AHAHAA AHAHA haha eahe ahaaa haaahha you little bitch!!!! haha eaha ahaaa ahahaahaa aha this is'nt fair!!!! release me AT ONCE!!!! haha ahaa ohhh god no!!!! hhaa ehaehaehahhaaahhhaah"- Her please of mercy were endless, as was Victoria's tickling assault, and she had no intentions of stopping until the truth was told.
"Come on now... Angelica.... you can't be serious!"- She grinned, tickling the ankle of her right foot, and just under the toes of her left. Angelica finally burst into hysterics, and both tears and the truth came pouring out of her....
"OK!! OK!!! OK! HAAH EEHAA AHAAAHA I HELPED HER ESCAPE!! HAHA AHAA EHEA HAAA HAAAAHA AOHHH NO MORE!! NO MORE!! HAAHAAA AHAHAA AHA AAHA"-
The truth was finally out in the open, and Victoria had it on tape for proof. She phoned the guards to have her removed, and got herself a glass of ice water. About five minutes later, Angelica was removed from Victoria's room and off to serve her sentence.
After Victoria defeated Angelica, she took a few days off for a break so she could order up some new devices, lotions, and other bondage toys. She figured every dungeon needed a reinventing every now and again, and just like that, the King had ordered everything she asked for. One of the first new editions came that Monday, and Victoria couldn’t have been more excited to see it. It was something new, not like anything Victoria had ever seen before. It was called the " Tickling Toilet", but don't get the wrong idea, it had nothing to do with going to the bathroom. It was called that because the seat of the bondage contraption was the rim of the toilet, allowing the prisoner's butt to slip and fall through the hole.
Then, the rim was connecting to a metal back, which connected the headstock, where the prisoner's neck would be locked in place. You could tie the prisoner's hands behind her back, using the metal backing, or you raise the head and use it for the wrists instead, and simply wrap a band around the prisoner's forehead, locking her head in place. As for the feet, they were connected to a spreader bar, which hung from the headstock. She also added a few of her self portraits in black frames all over the room, mostly in sexy poses wearing next to nothing in each one.
The Half-stock she ordered the previous week was finally in its way, and it was going to hit just in time because this week, her schedule was full! First, Michelle and her friend Janet were Victoria's first customers. They were sent to her on the charge of cheating a very important test in their college which they seem to have forgotten. But after two straight hours of having their feet tickled in the kneeling stocks, they seemed to remember an awful lot. On Tuesday, Julia came and had a visit with Victoria's newest attraction, the Tickling Toilet. At first, Julia shouted angrily at Victoria as she was strapped into the contraption, screaming about the fact that she was innocent of any crime. Victoria started in on her ribcage, and moved her way down to her inner thighs, which were easy to access through the toilet-type seat. Soon Julia's shouts were transformed into pleas for mercy as she sobbed and screamed with laughter. Finally, Victoria got her first real challenge when Alissa, the leader of a band of thieves known as the " Thorn bushes" came to visit her on Wednesday...
Alissa was walked in by the guards almost completely naked with her hands tied firmly behind her back. Her long reddish brown hair tickled down her back as she walked through the doors of Victoria's torture chamber. Her green eyes scanned the room, probably looking for any and all exits or escape routes. Victoria smiled, and greeted them both with a smile. Alissa shot a rude look towards Victoria as the guard left them alone. She watched Victoria roll out the half-stock into the center room, and showed no sighs of any kind of fear.
"What's that supposed to be?"- She snicked, looking at the oddly shaped stock.
"It's a piece of furniture that you'll be spending a lot of time in.."- She smiled evilly as she opened the top portion of the stock. Alissa giggled again, glancing at the look of the so-called Half-stock as Victoria pushed her towards it.
"What, may I ask, is so funny about this Stock?"- Victoria stopped Alissa before she locked her in the bondage contraption.
"Well, look at it.. It's got three holes in it, which I assume is for the head and wrists, but look at the size of the hole for the head, it's almost the size of my waist.. hahahaheh! You must be dealing with some pretty thick-headed prisoners!"- She smiled, giggling again at her own joke.
"Yes, and I'd say you'd be the thickest yet my dear... because that hole is not for one's head, it's actually for your stomach, and the holes on either side of the stomach hole is for your wrists. They call this the Half-stock simply because it keeps half your body immobile."- Victoria said, almost laughing at the look on Alissa's face when she heard those words.
"In other words, it keeps you bent over so your butt and thighs are easy tickling targets, and with that spreader bar hanging above the half-stock, I can easily arrange your legs to be spread wide open carefully suspended from the ceiling.."- She crossed her arms, and waited for a reply to that from the smart ass prisoner.
"Tickling?? ohhhh no!! Not tickling! HA! You're more pathetic than I had heard.. You're telling me you're not even Woman enough to dish out real punishment... you have to resort to child's play?"- She fired back.
"Even Child's play can turn adults into laugh-ridden lunatics.. and trust me.. you're about to find out why.. In fact, let's start right now, but we'll try different bondage positions for you, until we get it right, and I have all night.. what about you?"- She grinned, and pushed Alissa towards the Pig-Stock where the once mighty Angelica fell helpless to Victoria's power. Once in place, Victoria got to work on Alissa, testing her body for ticklish spots. First, she tickled her belly, which hung suspended five inches over the ground. Unfortunately, Victoria couldn’t get even the slightest smile out of Alissa with her tickling assault on her stomach.
"Ok... not all tummies are ticklish... let's taste those toes..."- She grinned, knowing that foot tickling was not only her specialty, but her favorite zone for torture.
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.
The crowd hissed in disapproval at his further delay of her public punishment. The crude jester met their demands with a steady flipping of both middle fingers as he angrily pulled Victoria’s face from the ground and once again grabbed her leash. Their destination was a massive bondage device made purely of wood and steel rods. It appeared to have to real entrance and certainly no way out. Victoria made her final pleas to the jester before he began the lengthy process of locking her into the wooden labyrinth of bondage.
“Have mercy on me! You must understand that I worked for the Royal family! I did not torture any of those women without direction from the King and Queen. You truly must understand this!”
His eyes were cold and completely uncaring as he unlatched the steel clamps at different points of a massive wooden wheel in the center of the contraption.
“Jester, if you spare me this humiliation I will accompany you privately and show you my gratitude for being so noble.” Victoria explained, trembling with fear.
He stopped whatever he was doing, and turned his attention to the begging Tortress. His smile spoke a thousand words, and none of them with any good intension. His hat wiggled back and forth as he slowly approached his captive and placed his gloved hands softly along the sides of her trembling face. She was putty in his fowl hands and desperate for any mercy he could offer.
“One choice. Become my slave till Winter comes. Do this and I will spare you of public humiliation.” He said in his high pitched, but cruel sounding tone.
“A.. a slave?” Victoria said as her face turned pale.
What on god’s green earth would this… thing do to her once she agreed to become his slave! He was so perverted and so ghastly that the mere sight of him for over three months would probably end up driving her crazy. Gulping back her salty tears, she scanned the busy crowd gathering around the center of town. There had to be at least two hundred town folk here by now, and not one of them looked very happy. Then, her eyes fell back onto the jester standing before her. His phony cock swaying back and forth as he laughed hysterically at her situation with his eyes like tiny slivers in his flesh. With one arm across her breasts, and the other handing cupping around her private parts, Victoria inhaled a deep breath of fresh air and gave his bastard her answer.
“I would never be a slave to such a vile slug. You can kiss my butt. I choose the public humiliation.” She said, without so much as a flinch in her mannerisms.
“Brave little bitch aren’t we!” He said, with laughter mixed into his voice.
In an unexpected move, the jester jumped backwards and flipped upside down to land on the seven foot log that was lying next to the heavy wooden wheel. Throwing his hands in the air, he shouted
“LET THE TICKLING BEGIN!”
His announcement was met by heavy applause and shouts in all sorts of languages. His face was a fiery example of pure evil as he approached his little damsel once again. Grabbing her by the hair, he demanded that she place her hands firmly behind her back once again. After a little help from the jester, she seemed to get the point. Now, she was once again totally exposed to the screaming crowd. It all started at that log…
She was shoved to her knees inches in front on the seven foot log lying down before her.
“Hug it with your legs and arms…” He said, only this time he wasn’t smiling.
She had to do it, and found no sense in arguing with him. She bent forwards in an attempt to slowly straddle the log, but unfortunately the jester had other plans. Once her pretty bottom was tilted back a little, his clowny boot found it’s way against her right cheek and gave her a little shove forward.
“Oooofffff!!!!” She landed hard against her belly with most of the air knocked out of her from the fall.
The crowd seemed to enjoy it. They were shouting for more! Angelica was a former prisoner of the talented tickling tortress. She enjoyed the show from the comfy confides of a pillory stock set up near the center of town. Then there was the bread stealing Julie, another big fan of the show. She too had suffered the tickling wrath of the Royal tickler!
Victoria was a little more uncomfortable on this log, but she felt a little less humiliated knowing that her breasts and her kitten were hidden from view. That would soon change though, but let’s not tell her yet…
From the Jester’s left pocket came lengths and lengths of black rope in which he planned to actually bind her body in that position against the scratchy surface of the log. Like a magician, he wowed the feeble minded crowd with simple eye tricks and mind games that came off like some spooky magic. The next thing Victoria knew, her ankles were crossed and securely tied to each other beneath the log. The same happened to her wrists with only one small difference. There was a golden hook a few inches above her the position of her wrists. Another length of black rope was used to tie her bound wrists to that golden hook. This forced her to keep her arms up far enough to reveal her tender armpits.
With a hard smack against her left butt cheek, the jester jumped back and away from his struggling slave, and grabbed for the wooden wheel’s crank handle. As he spun the wheel with the handle, the crowd watched in awe as the log began lifting towards the sky.
‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! No!! No please! I’m terrified of heights! Please!! Please don’t do this!!”
The massive crowd’s shouting and yelling muffled her shouts of fear as the log continued heading upwards. Soon, the log would be standing up straight with Victoria’s rear facing the ground and her wrists pointing towards the skies above.
She struggled as if she was worm on a fisher’s hook as the jester made the finally adjustments to the wheel before being satisfied with the log’s new position. Victoria was now hanging by the hook holding her wrists, but her bound ankles kept slipping down the belly of the log. She was still screaming as the jester rolled in two kegs filled with intoxicating substances. He grabbed a wooden cup from his bag of trick and smiled at Victoria. Her beautiful rear end was slipping down the log as she desperately tried to climb upwards in attempt to unhook herself. It was very funny to watch, and he knew as well as she did there just was no escaping fate.
Using a huge knife, he sliced into the keg’s right side as if it were a thug’s stomach. Alcohol sprayed out like a fire hose like a bleeding wound. Members of the crowd close enough quickly made every attempt to suck down a free drink as they hopped all over each other with their big mouths open. The jester slid his mug in front of the spray and filled it to the tip. The next trick was far beyond any of the crowd’s wildest dreams. He stepped away from the spraying keg and leaned up against the log. Glancing upward, he simply admired the sight above him. Victoria’s cushy butt cheeks wiggling up and down, and every now and again, accidentally showing a little of her anus.
“Time to drink the Jolly juice!” he shouted up towards his slave.
She immediately started shouting angrily at him from up high. He couldn’t make out any of her words, and felt he needed to examine her a bit closer. Suddenly, he made this a reality as his legs actually began to increase in height! He was growing like a weed right before the eyes of both the crowd and the trembling, ticklish tart! There was a loud gasp in the crowd as he grew nearly six feet taller then he was before. Victoria’s face was now level with that menacing cock of his, and the sounds of the crowd had ceased. In fact, only the spray from the keg was audible as everyone watched the jester with amazement.
“But how? How could you ooooouuuuu!!!!!” She said as he grabbed her by the nose.
With her mouth wide open and screaming, the pouring of the alcohol was easy as pie. Without her consent, she gulped down the entire glass! This was ten times stronger then regular beer, and it hit Victoria almost instantly. Her eyes became glossy, and her movements became more and more sluggish. She was having an even more difficult time trying to raise herself to the level of that hook now. The Jester slowly lowered back to about Victoria’s rear end, and began wiggling his fingers.
“I’ll start with your ass, and work my way everywhere.” His statement was followed by a cheering crowd as he leaned in towards her ass in an attempt to get a closer look. Needless to save, this bothered Victoria and gave her a reason to try and wiggle her way up that pole once again.
Instead of escaping, she slumped back downwards in a drunken girl slide. The cheeks of her sexy butt literally landed right into the palms of the crude jester. She felt him against her body, and immediately shouted in protest. Slowly, he pulled his hands away and let her cheeks slump down a little further like tear drops. Two black raven feathers were pulled magically from beneath the side of his hat now and were flipped so the pointy hard parts were touching the curves of her trembling flesh.
“Noooooo NNOOO!!!!!” A drunken Victoria shouted as the jester began drawing different patterns of shapes and letters into her cheeks. She immediately tightened up her gluts and against all odds made more of an attempt to wiggle her way up the poll.
Her foolishness was ceased when the feathers were flicked away and his hands dove into her sides. That tender area just above the hip.
“aAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! No no no NO!! ahehae aehaea ahaahahha aahwhawahwahhaa aeehahea why!! Why me!! Aehahe aahehaehahahea eahea noooo!!!”
As she screamed with girlish giggles, the jester had his fun with some of her most sensitive skin. He’d make her scream, wiggle, and beg like a lunatic for a few more minutes before moving into more sensitive territory…
Her screams seemed to fuel the crowd’s applause as the tickling really got serious. The jester had a hand tickling the arch of her left armpit, and at the same time was letting his fingertips explore the right hand side of her ribcage. Victoria was screaming with laughter and bucking up and down on that log as if she was making love to it. The sight was truly a thing a beauty, and I have post cards that you wouldn’t believe!
“AHhaahaha aahhe aheae aheahe aahaha eaheaehaehae aaehh whhhy!!!!! Aehahea ehaheaheaheah”
She kept screaming why me to her merciless torturer as he continued to feast on her flesh with his talented fingertips.
“Why not my love..” He said with a grin as he dove both hands into each of her ticklish armpits.
“ AHAHEA EAHAE AEAHEAE AHEA NOT!! NOT THERE!! HAEHA EAEHAEAHEAH AHAEWAHWHAHWAH WAW A WHAHWHAWHAWA WHAWAW NOOOOO!!!!”
Her little body was covered in sweat from the heavy night’s air, and her breathing patterns were all over the charts. She was quite the tickler, but could have never pushed a prisoner to the limit she was reaching. Finally for whatever reason, he stopped.
The crowd cheered him on as he lowered back to his regular height. Drips from Victoria’s sweaty body trickled down on his hat like rain, and he loved it. He even tilted his head back and caught a few with an open mouth.
“Who wants to see some foot tickling?” He asked as he ripped the top off the keg and glanced inside to check the remains. The slice had hit the keg about mid level, so there was at least another half to go. As the crowd cheered, he dipped his cup into the darkness.
The first glass was completely consumed by him as he poured it down his throat. Most of it ended up down the sides of his face, but he got what he needed. Besides, his next trick involved a little skill and he needed most of his senses intact.
Victoria was in sad shape at this point. She felt sick to her stomach, needed to use the bathroom badly, and was very dizzy and lightheaded. Her body was still twitching from the insane tickling she just endured! She had a dark cloud floating above her head despite this chance of rest. She knew the soles of her feet were next in line…
The jester was once again the wooden wheel’s handle as he gulped down the last few sips of his cup. He shouted to the crowd and caused uproars of excitement as he slowly began pulling the crank the opposite direction. The log was tilting backwards, and Victoria’s rear end was heading towards the ground!! She shouted in disapproval to the jester who simply flicked his snake like tongue at her mockingly. In no time, her back and butt were lying against the ground, and her hands and feet were left to wiggle freely and openly for all to see.
The jester carried two large wooden boxes towards the wriggling hands and feet and carefully placed them on the log close by. First things first, he had to get these flapping feet in a more vulnerable state of being. Crossed at the ankle, she could easily aid one sole by protecting it with another. She felt him remove the ties that bound her ankles together. She was patient, but anticipating one wrong move so she could get away from this place. Above the log were long wooden poles attached to ropes and pulleys that suspended them off the ground. At the end of each pole were stirrups and extending ropes that attached to the far left and the far right. He lowered the pole only the leather nooses fit snug around her wriggling ankles. It wasn’t long before her legs were spread as the two poles lifted into the air to the east and west.
This action spread Victoria’s legs wide apart. She was howling with discontent by the time everything was complete. The jester walked towards the face of his beautiful and once powerful tortress and lowered to his knees.
“Look at me now..” He whispered.
For some fucked up reason, she listened to him. She turned her head from beneath that log and glared at him. The fear and tears of frustration were steadily filling behind her pretty eyes as she waited to hear him speak.
“I’ve been helping you with your victims…” He said, without cracking a smile.
Shocked, Victoria angrily spewed up how she truly felt. She could care less about her helpless position and demanded to be respected for her talented tickling skills.
“You know nothing of the power of my tickling. I alone have driven hardened criminals into mindless fools! I have solved dozens of cases with the tips of my fingers! The truth has poured from these women because of me! You have nothing to do with any of it!”
He smiled, knowing full well that the truth would be hard to swallow. She’d never believe that while she tickled her prisoners, he was pulling her strings like a marionette. She’d never believe him without seeing it for herself. He closed his tightly, and pressed the palm of his hand against her forehead. He sought out her third eye’s attention now as he brought her back through time.
She was forced to face the facts.
Victoria watched in shock as she was shown the truth. All of her victims were displayed before her mind’s eye. She watched in disbelief as the jester’s invisible hands guided her own hands as he hovered above her silently. She had been possessed by him some time just before she was assigned the position of royal tortress in order to get himself inside the castle walls without causing a huge fuss.
“You remember tickling Alissa don’t you my puppet?”
Victoria did remember Alissa all too well. She had failed in her tickling, and was nearly defeated until she somehow.. . oh god. He was telling the truth…
“Thanks to you, I’ve stolen the Royal Queen’s Spell book. It was in that short absence that I was able to find exactly what I needed.”
“No!! This can’t be!! I can’t believe you!” Deep in her heart, she knew the truth all too well. He had taken advantage of her right beneath her nose. He used her as if she was nothing more then a puppet! She never had any skills of tickling at all, it was always him! Sorrow filled her mind as the Jester thanked her again. He rose to his feet and dipped the cup into the barrel one last time.
“A toast to your help!” He shouted.
“For without you, I could never perform my next tickling trick!” He shouted, forcing her to gulp down the entire cup. She was green in the face by the time it was all gone.
The jester yanked the two wooden boxes of the log between Victoria’s spread legs and turned to the crowd for their attention. Night fall had come to the kingdom, but no one had any intension of leaving the show. He bowed to the crowd one last time as he turned he tossed one of the boxes against the ground.
He lifted the box high into the air and pointed the open end towards him. With his other arm, he pushed his hand deep inside the box until it couldn’t be seen anymore. The crowed watched in amazement as the jester performed under the light of the burning torches nearby. He shocked the crowd by pulling the box off his hand with the other and revealing nothing but the sleeve of his mangled costume!! His hand was gone! The crowd immediately responded with gasps and cheers.
He slowly tip toed over to Victoria’s right foot and without warning, he slammed the box over it till it covered the entire foot to the ankle.
“AAAAAHHHHH….. ::BURP:: AAA WH… WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME???”
The answer came as her foot now wriggled it’s way out of the jester’s sleeve!!! His hand had been replaced by her foot! He sat on the edge of the stage and admired her foot as the crowd gathered closer in sheer excitement. He ran the tip of his white nose along her toe line and inhaled the glorious scent of her fear. Then, the tasting of her toes followed as he brought a few of her toes to his dark colored lips and slurped a few in.
“NO!! HOW COULD THIS BE?? AHEHAEA EAH ((GIGGLING NERVOUSLY )) HOW COULD THIS HEHE AHAHEA BE???!!??”
His wriggling tongue made a meal of those little piggys as they wiggled in his warm mouth. He enjoyed the taste of her ticklish toes a little longer before pulling away and nibbling across the sole of her foot! She screamed in ways never thought possible by a human being.
It tickled her to the point of losing control of her bladder. She sprayed the log and continued losing her mind as he nibbled away on her sole. The crowd said nothing, and could only watch with their jaws against the floor as he continued tickling her foot throughout the night…
YEARS LATER….
Victoria hadn’t been seen in town for years now. There were rumors of this and that, depending on who you talked to about her mysterious disappearance from the kingdom. Some thought she lost her marbles and took a leap off a cliff somewhere in the forests that surrounded the castle. Others thought the clown had killed her that night from the terrible tickling, but the body was never found.
Nobody seemed to bother checking that little hut in the woods that she called home once before. The outside of the hut was rotting, and the inside was worse. You’d have to take a closer look inside to see her hiding in the shadows, living off the land and still missing one foot……
The jester slowly licks between Victoria’s toes somewhere in another dimension as the credits fade in…
THE END. 8/26/05
