Zoe and Jenny's discovery at the castle tickling event (CTE1 Saturday morning)

Zoe continued her routine of running and swimming. She marked her calendar with the date of the castle event from her drunken post-it note and counted the days. She grew more annoyed with her friend Anna. Zoe saw the many Facebook pictures of her kissing both men and women in an assortment of nightclubs. In Zoe’s dreams the blonde in the stocks was replaced by Anna. These slowly replaced the dreams where Zoe was being tickled, and the athletic brunette began to long for such dreams. One morning she awoke early from a dream to find herself out of breath, sighing and panting. Zoe was both frightened and frustrated, she googled her symptoms and tried to find out what was causing her heart to beat faster. Meanwhile she desperately wanted to get back to the dream where Anna was stretched out on the rack being tickled by strange monks wearing brown robes and hoods. Zoe showered and exfoliated her legs in preparation for her moisturising cream. Anna had taught her about this, and Zoe thought of happier times as she rubbed the excess lotion into her heels. Zoe’s feet were soft from running on sand; her heels and the balls of her feet being almost as soft as her high arches.

The date of the castle event arrived and Zoe got up bright and early to power-walk to the bus stop. Despite her dyslexia Zoe had planned the bus route to the castle, it didn’t take her right there but close enough to run up the hill after the early morning dew had evaporated. She got up before dawn to get her first bus, she wore her second best trainers and her usual athletic attire. The route to the second bus allowed her to run across a park as day broke, Zoe was too dyslexic to pass her driving theory test, hating exams but was a master at planning bus routes. She had never really applied herself to learning to drive, preferring to run or take a bus to the best routes. Her experience came in handy as she got the third and final bus. As she boarded she was taken aback… ‘Was that…. Anna?!’

The young brunette smiled at Zoe. The athletic girl noticed the minor differences between this young woman and her friend, she was jollier, with high rosy red cheeks and a warmer smile. From the last Facebook photos of Anna’s debauched nights out Zoe knew this girl had shorter, neater hair. Jenny considered starting a conversation with the energetic arrival but just smiled and hoped the tall beautiful woman in tattered trainers and ankle socks would sit next to her, she was disappointed.

Zoe sat a few seats back on the right. Jenny knew she was going to the castle though. She didn’t know how, she just knew! The same way she knew the sexy athlete was looking at her feet. As a scientist Jenny wondered about such things, how was it you could feel someone’s eyes on you in lust or anger even if you can’t see them…

Jenny wondered if it had something to do with the electro-magnetic field the body generated as she unbuckled her shoe and exposed her right arch clad in black tights. She heard the new arrival inhale as she dangled her smart black shoe from her toes. She knew the woman could see her and revelled in the excitement of knowing she was being watched. Was the new arrival a tickler, ticklee or both like her? Jenny wondered. She imagined the athletic girl strapped to a weights bench having her trainers and ankle socks slowly removed as she begged for mercy. The bus arrived at its stop and Jenny’s conviction that the athletic woman was going to the castle was confirmed. As she re-buckled her shoe she shot the athletic girl a smile as she passed.

Zoe began to stretch for her run. The girl who looked like Anna tried to engage her in conversation but Zoe was too nervous to join in.

“So where are you going?” The smiling brunette asked.

“Just for a run” Zoe replied automatically.

Zoe regretted her dismissal as she ran off in the opposite direction. Anna was lost to her, so why didn’t she see if the young woman was going to the castle too. She could do with some more friends. She tried to dismiss the thoughts as she ran. Zoe often ran like this, trying to put thoughts out of her mind. It all began when the other girls made stupid jokes about her and Anna being lesbians. Zoe was never interested in boys but didn’t want to be different, it made things difficult with Anna for a while but then the jokes passed. The athletic girl was trying to put the last pictures of Anna kissing an assortment of men and women out of her mind when she realised she was lost. Zoe consulted her phone, she switched the GPS on her phone and realised she had run the wrong way. She cursed her dyslexia and turned around. As she reached the castle she noticed the pretty woman who looked like Anna standing outside.

“Going to the castle event too?” She asked barely out of breath as she stretched.

“Yeah! My name is Jenny!” The cheerful brunette beamed, so glad the pretty woman was coming here too.

“Zoe!.... Have you been to events like this before?” Zoe asked, noticing how Jenny eyed her as she stretched her quadriceps.

“No, I have always been too nervous, how about you?” Jenny replied.

“A few but I never enjoyed them, too many rules!” Zoe replied, remembering a particularly pedantic man she argued with.

“Oh really!” Jenny replied, wondering what sort of hard-core stuff this athletic goddess was into.

“What are you too doing waiting around!” A new arrival asked.

“Erm!” Both girls stumbled, taken aback by the woman’s appearance.

‘Where did she come from?’ both women thought.

“The gates are closed” Zoe mumbled, confused and scared by the black leather clad woman.

The dominatrix in her high boots, tight black leather clothes and intimidating eye make-up didn’t reply but simply rapped on the wooden gate and stood back. The doors opened and Zoe and Jenny stood dumbfounded as an enormous Ginger giantess beckoned them in cheerfully. Cleo slipped in stealthily as the early birds were asked to sort through costumes. Cleo enjoyed playing tricks like this, no-one asked when she had arrived and she simply slipped into the background as the final arrangements were made. Jenny shyly anticipated the fun to come whilst Zoe was full of questions;

“So I can wear whatever costume I like?” The athletic girl asked.

“Within reason!” Betty replied.

“How about a princess with a sword?” She asked excitedly.

“Did you bring a sword?” Betty asked.

“Well no” Zoe replied

“Maybe next time then…” Betty smiled.

“Will there be soap?” Zoe asked, remembering the soap making from a former attempt to recapture the joy of youthful visits to castles.

“Yeah I think there is a woman running that” Betty replied, assuming Zoe was enquiring about the soapy showers and nude body cleaning due to take place in the Pink Zone.

“And candles?” Zoe asked, remembering candle making at an event before she fell out with the group in question.

“Yeah there is a guy doing that!” Simon added, a Red Feather was organising hot candle wax games in an enclave of the red-zone but upon request it could be made available elsewhere.

Zoe grinned, unaware of the meaning behind the responses she misinterpreted.

“Do you have a princess dress?” Zoe asked.

“Only Emily’s, we have very basic stuff to lend if you didn’t bring your own” Amy added.

“I like these!” Jenny interjected slipping off her dress.

Zoe marvelled at Jenny. She had taken her for a sensible woman obsessed with the academic achievement unattainable to Zoe. But here she was in her bra and tights her black underwear visible through the opaque fabric. First Jenny tired on a wench’s outfit, striking a pose and loving the attention in brought her.

“Maybe it would look better without the tights” Zoe suggested, longing to see Jenny’s bare feet.

Jenny smiled at Zoe as the room murmured in agreement. Jenny slipped her tights down and sat on a stool before peeling them off taking care to wiggle her toes and tease Zoe with her stockinged then bare feet. Jenny had pale pretty feet with light pink pads on her heels the balls of her feet. Jenny tried on the slave girl outfit next as Zoe tried not to stare, an impossible task as her new crush smiled beneath her neat shoulder length hair and arranged her perky breasts in the cream fabric that lopped around the back of the neck and held each breast before meeting at the back attaching to a short skirt.

“I think we have a winner!” Lilly chimed, handing Zoe a matching outfit.

“Thanks, is there anywhere for me to change?” Zoe asked.

“Here is good!” Ingrid added.

Zoe blushed, she was not shy about her body but something about the group concerned her. They were so different to the other groups she had tried to join, less stuck up which was good but there was something she couldn’t quite place her finger on. She noticed they all paid a lot of attention as she slipped off her trainers and ankle socks, she had been delighted by Jenny’s little foot-show but she was slightly self-conscious under their stares. Her concerns melted away as her lithe body received a few careful compliments. It was apparent she worked out but took care not to become too muscular, Anna had warned her about that and taught her how look good. Zoe smiled at Jenny, her former discomfort was abated. The comments on her figure made her feel accepted without seeming sleazy. The time had come to discuss footwear.

Natalie brought forwards some floppy leather items and leather thongs. Zoe cocked her head curious about the shoes. She watched amazed as Jenny’s pretty feet were encased in the leather. Three pieces of leather held her heels being tied with two thin leather thongs before being tied over the lower shin with another. Jenny’s scrumptious toes were hidden away by the long tabs of thin leather which were threaded by a long leather thong that criss-crossed over the top of her gorgeous feet. Zoe was delighted as her dressers gently tickled her arches as they attached the special shoes. She had been waiting for them to test Jenny for ticklishness and was amazed when they obeyed her desires. Jenny was extremely ticklish and giggled delightfully but held her feet perfectly still curling and wiggling her toes.

“Keep your feet still, or else the shoes will take longer to apply and the tickling will never stop!” Lilly teased.

Jenny stayed remarkably still and turned a delightful shade of pink as she smiled and giggled, delighted at the first tickles of the day. This was just the appetiser, Jenny spent many an afternoon outside the library flexing her toes in their nylons longing for a quick tickle. She loved to be tickled and hated it when her tormentors stopped to try and chat her up, at University she had one favourite who would tickle her longer. She never learnt his name or even spoke but a silent rapport built-up between them as he would tickle her every day. Eventually Jenny led him to secluded area way from the library having spotted him following her and pretended to read as he tickled her feet for half an hour as she giggled and crossed and un-crossed her ankles. That fond memory faded as she anticipated the tortures and pleasure to come…

“Okay time for your fitting!” Lilly teased, beckoning Zoe to the fitting stool.

Zoe shyly shook her head.

“Oh c’mon you know you want to! They are super comfortable!” Natalie chimed wiggling her toes in the proto-types she had made from a pattern she found on the internet.

Zoe shyly approached and allowed Ingrid and Amy to hold her ankles. Her breathing became shallow and her heart fluttered in her chest. Merely having her ankles held made her nervous, she knew she would be tickled but was slightly excited, ‘they would only tickle her a little bit’ she thought as a leather cut-out was selected. Her heels were secured and her arches explored, Zoe giggled and squirmed, her soft feet being responsive to even the gentle strokes of fingertips. She began to thrash around and was held securely by her six dressing assistants.

“Looks like we’ve got a lively one” Betty chirped as she shifted from tickling to holding Zoe in place.

“Yeah, going to need some help!” Ingrid added from her position behind Zoe.

“Emily we have a treat for you!” Lilly called.

Zoe was astounded, the blonde Princess breezed into the room from her dreams. She was older now, in her mid-twenties but clearly the 18 year old from the stocks Zoe had dreamed of all these years. Emily began teasing Zoe’s neck with a feather. Jenny had joined the party at Zoe’s feet, and accepted a feather from Lilly and teased Zoe’s soft arches and toes. The gentle feather tickles were more bearable and Zoe relaxed slightly almost enjoying the soft sensations. She regretted not taking a turn at Jenny’s feet as the joyful brunette began to use her fingers again to drive her into hysterics, focusing on her arches whilst Emily teased her toes with the feathers. Soon the time came to get back to work and Zoe’s toes were contained by the clever shoes. Both early birds admired their new footwear.

“They are good aren’t they” Natalie commented with a smile.

“Yeah did you make them?” Jenny asked.

“Yes! I found the designs online. They are good for Roman but have also been found in Ireland during the Dark Ages!” Natalie explained with a smile, happy to have made new friends already.

“Now would you two like masks for the event?” Andrea offered.

Zoe looked at the Sandy Blonde in her costume, the mask went well with her long dress of which Zoe was distinctly jealous.

“No I am probably okay” Jenny replied grinning broadly.

Zoe followed suit, unsure why her costume would need a mask. She admired herself in the mirror and stole glances at all the other girls. She felt sexy and accepted, if only Anna could see her now! The athletic girl was ecstatic at finding this group, they all seemed so chilled out and happy, she was given a green feather necklace that held a key to the locker in which she stored her trainers and running clothes. They finished sorting costumes and casually socialised in the gatehouse. Zoe was amazed at two pairs of stocks flanking the closed internal doors. One pair had five holes and the other eight, half of which were clearly designed for wrists and not ankles, the single set had one large central hole designed for the head whilst the rest were for ankles. Her amazement had not gone un-noticed and Lilly surprised her by tickling her ribs….

“Want a go?” The Asian temptress offered.

“Oh no, I’m fine!” Zoe replied, slightly scared.

“I will!” Jenny beamed.

Zoe was amazed that Jenny would volunteer for this! She was joined by the shy less-colourful Goth with the purple lipstick and piercing. As the upper board closed over their wrists and ankles Esther flexed her toes in her black and white stripy socks. Zoe wanted to tickle them both but was too nervous and lingered at the back with Emily, she wanted to mention her memories of the Princess in the stocks but couldn’t find her tongue. Jenny’s arches were explored through the gaps in her shoes that were slowly removed, Esther’s soft soles were bared tickled by the Sandy Blonde who seemed to have longed for this chance. Zoe just watched until the tall ginger woman who let her in tapped her on the shoulder.

“Want a turn in this pair?” Ingrid offered.

Zoe shyly shook her head.

“Oh go on!” Betty added smiling.

Zoe blushed and smiled feeling the peer pressure from the woman dressed in 1920’s clothing.

“Are these the only torture devices you have?” Zoe asked, hoping to change the subject.

“We have a few more….” Amy replied smiling.

“Do you have a rack?” Zoe asked, remembering her most recent dream of tickling Anna.

“Yes we do! Do you want to be stretched?” Betty asked.

Zoe blushed and reddened still recalling her dreams of punishing her flirtatious friend, the last dream had involved a rack. Betty smiled at her, mistaking her shy smile for a desire to experience the rack first hand.

“In the mean-time why don’t you take a seat” Amy offered.

Zoe shyly obliged, these stocks didn’t open and close, perhaps they were just decorative Zoe thought as she slipped her wrists and ankles through the holes. She had seen stocks like this before where the holes were too big to trap anyone in. Her hands and feet were quickly grabbed and held.

“Hey!” Zoe exclaimed, surprised by this trick.

“Hmm! What a spry thing you are!” Amy remarked as she held Zoe’s wrist in one hand and slipped a bracelet off her own wrist.

Cleo, Betty and Cassie grinned at Amy as she passed them her special jewellery. There were four of the black leather straps with long silver spikes. The bracelets were secured around Zoe’s wrists and ankles preventing her from pulling them back through the stocks. She couldn’t tell how she had been trapped but knew escape was impossible as the first tickles arrived through her shoes. Zoe could just about see her ticklers as she thrashed helplessly desperately wiggling her feet in an attempt free herself. Her efforts did not help her escape but did stop her tormentors from removing her shoes. Her feet were grabbed and stripped of their protective leather coverings. The torture increased as four women hungrily tickled her soft arches. Zoe tried to beg but was driven to silent laughter in minutes, her position made articulate objection impossible and she turned red in the face as her pleas for mercy decreased in both volume and coherence.

“Noo! Sto-hoo-hoo-op!” She begged with the last of her energy as Cleo slipped behind her.

“Noooo…..moo-ore tickles! I ha-ha-haa-ate it” Zoe managed with the last of her energy as her ribs and underarms were explored.

“If you hate it why did you come to tickling event as a Green Feather?” Cleo whispered mockingly.

“Ti-ickling eve-ent!” Zoe asked terrified.

“Yes we are going to tickle you all day like this!” Cleo whispered enjoying the terror in her victim’s eyes. The torture had slowed at Zoe’s feet and the dominatrix had the athletic brunette all to herself.

“You can’t! I can’t stand it!” Zoe weakly begged as Cleo eased up on her.

“Okay well I can see there has been some misunderstanding…” Cleo offered in a falsely sincere voice.

Zoe’s heart slowed as the tickling stopped she was just about to relax, certain she would be let out of the stocks when Cleo dug into her ribs with one hand. As Zoe opened her mouth to scream something soft and spongey was pushed into her mouth. Cleo skilfully secured the ball-gag in place. Zoe’s muffled protests went unnoticed by the rest of the group who focused on Esther and Jenny in the opposite pair of stocks.

“Can’t have you wriggling out of being tortured today sweetie! You’re just too cute!” Cleo teased as she explored Zoe’s long shapely legs.

“This lot would probably let you go!” She added before slithering back over the stocks to Zoe’s feet, the spot she had determined to be the most torturous.

Zoe screamed and begged to no avail as the evil leather-clad demon tormented her soft soles. Cleo had long Nails which she used to good effect. The torture was taken to unbearable levels as the Sandy blonde joined her, tying back her toes so that movement was impossible. This was the worst, two pairs of hands exploring her soft trapped feet. Cleo’s long nails were hell inside her deep arches whilst Andreas drew feathers between her trapped toes. Zoe saw the sadistic smiles on each of her tormentors face through wide eyes…

‘Tickling Event!’ she thought to herself, ‘TICKLING EVENT!!!’…. Were they really going to tickle her like this all day?! The webpage didn’t say anything about tickling.

Zoe noted Cleo’s disgust at the Sandy Blonde’s presence and before returning to torment her upper body. As she struggled helplessly Zoe tried to focus on the torture in the opposite pair of stocks, Jenny was still being tickled whilst the mousy blonde had replaced the cute Goth girl who stretched out her back before joining Andrea at Zoe’s feet. The mousy blonde seemed angrier about her predicament. Zoe desperately tried to indicate that she wanted to be released from the device, however her wide eyes and desperate finger motions only served to increase her tormentor’s joy in her suffering. Zoe was utterly hysterical, more people had arrived and took turns tickling her feet. She desperately tried to signal that she wanted to be released but to no avail. She was utterly humiliated… ‘Why had she turned down the mask!’… ‘What if someone she knew walked past!’…

Zoe’s fears came true as an older woman and teenage girl approached grinning, she recognised the older woman instantly from the karate club and pool. The blonde looked familiar too, she wore a similar dress to Zoe but with a yellow feather necklace and brown leather sandals.

“What do we have here?” Tracy asked, amazed at her discovery.

“A very ticklish girl who doesn’t like massages!” Lena added.

Zoe pleaded into her ball-gag, the torture had stopped for just long enough for her to catch her breath. She suddenly recognised the young blonde from the tickle punishment Katie had made her suffer at the reflexology centre. She desperately tried to make it clear she was in the stocks against her will, hoping that Tracy’s understanding of her hatred of being tickled would earn her freedom.

“Looks like you do like to be tickled after all!” Tracy chimed, settling down at Zoe’s feet with the help of her niece.

“No she doesn’t!” Lena added in a sing-song voice as she spryly joined her aunt on the mat.

“Hmmmf! Hmmm! Hmm ! Mha! Mha! Ltt Mhe HHHWWT!” Zoe begged.

“Now if she doesn’t like being tickled why is she locked up bright and early at a tickling event?” Tracy asked incredulously.

As their discussion continued both aunt and niece began softly trailing a single finger up and down Zoe’s soft arches.

“Well let’s see, young lady if you don’t want to be tickled keep your feet and hands still!” Tracy cruelly asked increasing to use all ten of her fingers.

Zoe desperately tried to keep still but both women had begun to slowly include their nails in their tickle torture.

“You see she likes it!” Tracy beamed.

“She didn’t like it on the massage table!” Lena added smiling evilly.

“You mean to say you have tickled her before too?” Tracy asked amazed.

“Erm yeah!” Lena stumbled aware she had made a mistake.

“Young Lady, I’m afraid that will cost you. What am I here to teach you?” Tracy asked in a strict school-teacher’s voice.

“Not to get caught Auntie!” Lena mumbled

“Indeed! First those videos that were so poorly hidden on your laptop and now this!” Tracy added.

Zoe looked on horrified, her tormentors knew one another! ‘Oh God it must run in the family!’ she thought to herself as the tickle torture increased once more.

“Now I will punish you later young lady but for now let me teach you some techniques that will be put to good use on your soft feet!” Tracy remarked.

“For starters these toes look lonely!” Tracy concluded holding up an electric toothbrush for Zoe to see.

‘What the! Where the hell did these people get their ideas from!’ Zoe thought as the evil spinning brushes slowly approached her toes. Zoe already knew she wouldn’t be able to stand the sensations before the toothbrush found the spot under her toes. Zoe screamed hysterically into her ball-gag as each tormentor used one hand to scratch at her arches and the other to explore her toes with the evil spinning brushes. The torture grew worse as Tracy instructed her niece in the best ways to drive their victim insane.

“Now never kept the toothbrush still, small movements are the key!” Tracy calmly instructed as Zoe screamed her eyes full of tears.

“Tilt the head up and down and roll it up and down the toes before finding the soft spot above the balls of her feet that never gets touched” Tracy continued.

“Yes Auntie!” Lena replied obediently… ‘As if she didn’t know how to do this!’ she thought to herself.

“Wait a minute!” Lena suddenly exclaimed.

“What?” Her Aunt replied.

“You said too… You have tickled her before as well!” Lena realised, remembering her aunt’s slip of the tongue.

“Well yes at the Karate club and swimming pool but that was different!” Tracy replied

“How so?” Lena asked sarcastically as she drove Zoe insane.

“Because I’m not stupid enough to keep my pictures and videos in hidden folder that pops up in the recent files bar on a laptop without a password that’s why!” Tracy snapped, she had recently discovered her niece had the same fantasies and desires as her and felt it necessary to instruct her how to fulfil them covertly and correctly.

Lena reddened as the crowd chuckled. Zoe meanwhile was in a hysterical agony, her hands reached out hopelessly to stop the horrible sensations. Meanwhile her upper body received tickle attention as well. Zoe’s back was starting to ache from being bent double but the sensations were masked by the infuriating tickle torture her defenceless body endured. Eventually the gates were opened and she watched Jenny and Helen be released from the opposite set of stocks. Zoe moaned and took deep breathes as the torture stopped, her lungs were on fire and her body ached, her skin still felt phantom tickles as her shoes were returned to her feet and the straps released on Amy’s bracelets that had kept her in place for the terrible ordeal. At least it was over, she would make her excuses and go home Zoe thought….

“Okay time to get this one on the rack!” Betty declared.

Zoe tried to resist but was too exhausted to prevent herself from being seized by Ingrid who carried her through the gates kicking and screaming into her ball-gag. Ingrid was concerned.

“You sure this one doesn’t need a break first?” The Amazon asked.

“Oh no! She told me she wanted to be tickled mercilessly all day long, no breaks!” Cleo added as she passed by.

Zoe tried to indicate that this was a lie but her muffled protests were yet again mistaken for acting.

“Okay then! To the rack we go!” Ingrid concluded arranging Zoe from an underarm clean lift to a fireman’s lift over her shoulder.

As she was rearranged Zoe screamed angrily at Cleo who simply winked and fluttered her fingers in a wave goodbye.

“Wow! You really are hard core!” Jenny commented as she joined the procession, Zoe had been a favourite at the gates and a small crowd followed her to the rack.

Ingrid was not short of help in securing her victim to the table. Her ankles were easily locked in a pair of stocks and her flailing wrists held in place as the leather and chainmail manacles were applied. Her feeble struggles entertained the crowd who poked and prodded her whilst Ingrid made her way to the crank. Ingrid relished the sight of Zoe’s tanned lithe body as it tightened under each turn. Her struggles were limited as her soft body was slowly stretched out to its maximum. Panic set in, Zoe could not move at all apart from wiggling her feet and turning her head. Her shoes were slowly being removed by eager hands that also explored her arches and the tops of her feet. With one final turn of the crank Zoe felt her body reach the maximum possible tension, she knew one more turn would break her and pleaded for mercy. Not only was she terrified of the imminent tickle torture but what if one of these lunatics over tightened her and she spent the rest of her life in a wheel chair as a result?….

“Well that should do it for the racking!” Ingrid declared, sliding a safety catch across and holding her finger up to her lips.

“Oh how about just one more!” She declared knowing the rack would give the impression of increasing tension without damaging the poor young girl.

Zoe screamed, she felt the rack tighten again and again. She did not notice the little release afterwards that kept her at the same tension with the illusion she was being stretched. She screamed into her ball-gag and tried desperately to struggle. Her toes were being tied back again, each one stretched out to expose the area in between. Her last possible means of movement was removed as the cruel Asian woman held her head in place whilst a strap was placed across her forehead that somehow held her head still keeping her neck exposed. The Blonde Princess began to tease her with a feather. Zoe was transfixed by the serene smile on her face and did not notice that all other torture was being withheld.

“Okay feathers only to begin with!” Lilly commanded distributing a selection of plumes amongst the crowd. She knew how much Zoe had already suffered and wanted the tickling to start gently and build up to an excruciating agony that would last for hours.

Somehow a rumour had gotten around that Zoe wanted to be tickled brutally and without cessation. Nobody knew the source of the rumour but all eagerly repeated it as they headed to the rack. Cleo smiled every time she heard her whisper campaign in effect, this was going to be a fun morning!

“Okay remember to run your feathers between her toes!” Lilly commanded using a pair of gloves with feathers attached to each fingertip to torment Zoe’s underarms.

The crowd gleefully obeyed and Zoe giggled into her ball-gag. The torture was not as unbearable as her ordeal in the punishment stocks but she still hated to be tickled and her position left every inch of her skin vulnerable, her slave girl outfit exposed her thighs under the short skirt and these were found to be extremely feather sensitive and were a particular favourite of Jenny whose eyes shone brightly as she tormented her new friend. The jolly brunette curled her toes in their special shoes as she gently explored Zoe’s legs and couldn’t resist climbing onto the rack, surely she could curl up next to Zoe and get nice and cosy…

“Okay those of you tickling her arches try using the sharp pointy end of your feathers in gentle strokes”. Lilly decreed.

The crowd obeyed and found the best devilish designs to trace over Zoe’s soft arches. Zoe screamed and thrashed at the new sensations. Lilly smiled, her evil plan was working! Zoe’s torture would slowly be increased incrementally using ever more infuriating techniques, she was so glad the athletic brunette was such a glutton for punishment.

Zoe struggled and wished she had never picked up the poster on her run at the beach.

Jenny meanwhile had climbed on top of the rack taking a position on the empty side that held many curious straps and holes with sockets for unknown fixtures. She used her feathers on Zoe’s thighs tracing the soft plumes up and down and criss-crossing between her helpless legs. She slid her feet up and down her victim’s calves loving the sensation of Zoe’s soft twitching skin on the tops of her feet. The tickling and footsie was getting Jenny hot. Tickling had always been a major turn on for the clever well-behaved brunette and she couldn’t help sliding closer to Zoe pressing herself against her struggling friend’s taut body.

“Okay if you want to use your fingertips softly feel free, but some of you carry on with the feathers” Lilly declared, loving the way the crowd obeyed her commands.

Jenny dropped one feather and used her fingertips to tickle Zoe’s legs, she started at the backs of the knees which were extremely ticklish. She dropped her second feather and knelt to truly torment Zoe, her knees were a goldmine and other hands explored this exceptionally ticklish spot. Zoe was unaware of who was tickling her where and just begged silent prayers for mercy between short shallow breaths. She was in hell! If the torture didn’t stop soon she was sure she would die, she began to pray for the sweet embrace of unconsciousness but Lilly was too clever and gave her tiny breaks that were just sufficient to allow Zoe to refill her lungs and look through tear stained eyes at her tormentors.

Jenny had abandoned Zoe’s knees finding too many other hands gravitated there and returned to Zoe’s thighs, she loved the way they twitched. Zoe’s redundant kicks seemed to responded to her touch and Jenny was sure she elicited this response, not the other torturers. She liked feeling Zoe respond to her and couldn’t resist curling in close to push herself against Zoe once more, she wrapped one leg around Zoe and moved her hands up to Zoe’s tummy, she was sure everyone was too busy to notice her as she held Zoe tight against her rubbing her crotch against Zoe’s upper thigh…

“If you want to do that you should have bought a Red Feather!” A voice declared.

Jenny looked up to see Amy smiling sadistically at her. Jenny was confused had she gotten away with straddling Zoe.

“I think we have found a volunteer for the straps!” Amy declared.

The crowd were more than willing to strap Jenny down and the red faced brunette did not offer any resistance. She liked to be tickled as well as to tickle. The circle around the rack widened to include her in their torturous administrations. Like Zoe they started gently with the feathers and moved to fingers, slowly exploring her sensitive body and finding the best spots and techniques to torment her. Just as hairbrushes were introduced to Zoe’s soles the rumour mill spouted that Zoe wanted to be stripped. Zoe was too hysterical at the new sensation on her oiled soles to object and her slave’s outfit was ripped away leaving her in her black sports bra and grey panties. Sun cream was applied to her tanned body and she tried to struggle as dozens of tickling fingers explored her soft smooth freshly oiled skin. Lilly demanded that toothbrushes be used between her toes and amongst the eager crowd a young Blonde and her Aunt came forwards to instruct the crowd in the best techniques.

Jenny was also striped and tickled gently. Amy knew her victim and wanted to torture her in a different way. Jenny’s head was propped up a pillow as the Goth sat between her legs. Jenny’s feet, underarms and neck were subjected to a slow feather torture whilst Amy traced her fingertips up and down across the backs of her knees making use of two holes cut between the straps that held her legs in place. As she tickled she explored Jenny’s thighs with her toes, being careful not to get too close to her victim’s crotch. Jenny pleaded…

“Please! Please!” In a small hoarse voice as Amy kept her in the sweet spot.

The crowd assumed that Jenny was begging for mercy and heard ‘No Please!’ or Please no!’ when in fact Jenny desperately needed to be touched. The tickling turned her on, she was ready to explode but Amy was a master in keeping her on the edge and directed her fellow torturers to do the same. She knew some women became aroused during tickling and if tickled properly would climax again and again without the need to be touched. Other women; like Jenny could not achieve orgasm without help, and if tickled properly could be suspended in a torturous act of cruelty that turned the titillation they loved into a cruel act of denial. Amy smiled; Jenny’s neat hair was messed up and starting to become wet with sweat as she moaned and pleaded, the Goth girl was going to make this neat little library-mouse into her slave!

Zoe meanwhile was in hell. Lilly had left the rack and in her place Betty sat over her smiling down. The cruel contortionist applied a travel blindfold robbing Zoe of her sense of sight. Betty directed the crowd to tickle her in quick turns lasting only a few seconds, the effect was devastating. Zoe’s anxiety heightened her sensitivity and she cowered during the breaks and twitched and jumped at every soft touch. After around ten minutes the crowd grew bored of the game and dug in for a long session of full horrendous torture.

“Glad you’re enjoying the rack!” Betty whispered in her ear, remembering her conversation with Zoe earlier in the morning.

Zoe no longer struggled but accepted her torture, she approached insanity and Betty had to try and reel the crowd in with various games. The second time the only way to give Zoe a break was apply a set of buzzing feathers that Amy provided. Zoe drank in air and tried to plead for mercy; being relived of her ball-gag briefly, she was so exhausted that words could not come and the few detached words between deep breaths made no sense to the crowd that just hungered to tickle her once more. The gag was reapplied and Zoe moaned, she felt the soft feathers between her toes: ‘What were they going to do to her now?....’

The buzzing began and Zoe desperately tried to wiggle her toes away but to no avail. The sensations were unbearable and no matter how Zoe flexed her toes she only allowed the horrible devices to explore another part of her toes. The tickling returned to her arches and the crowd grew and grew. The only small mercy came when the devices were removed to allow more torturers to access her skin, this barely reduced Zoe’s agony and she suffered for what seemed like an eternity until Andrea arrived and persuaded the crowd to play another tickling game involving pointing and clicking fingers to torture an area before ceasing at a moment’s notice. The game drove Zoe insane exploiting her anxiety once again but the tickling was less intense and she recovered some of her strength. Despite her blindfold she knew when Andrea was tickling her feet, recognising the distinctive mixture of fingernail and fingertip strokes that she had suffered in the stocks. Zoe lost track of time: existence, thought and desire gave way to the tickling sensations. She was literally being tickled out of her mind. There was no room for anything else in her soul and she laughed and laughed until she realised her blindfold had been slipped off and the Ginger Giantess stood over her.

She was not sure if the tickling had stopped as her skin still crawled with a thousand sensations but slowed in her laughter and began to breathe deeply. She had found that by picturing Anna in her place the torture was almost bearable, for the past twenty minutes she had pictured herself looking down on the rack and watched the love of her life struggle and scream. As the world fixed itself around her she realised it was her on the rack and anticipated the torments to come.

“So they tell me you want to be tickled merciless in every way possible?” Ingrid asked.

Zoe didn’t nod, didn’t shake her head or even blink. Her head was still held still by the straps but even so the strange Zen state she had reached would have kept her still regardless.

Ingrid took the calm expression on Zoe’s face as confirmation of the rumours she had heard.

“Well I have heard all about the tortures you have suffered so far…” Ingrid continued.

“But there is one technique you have yet to experience that is a speciality of mine!” The Amazon concluded.

Zoe began to return to reality, what was about to happen! What else could they possible do to her?!

Ingrid climbed on top of the rack and straddled Zoe, her victim cowered as she lowered her hair which traced down over her neck causing her to giggle…

“That isn’t it but it sure is fun!” Ingrid chimed swiping her hair across Zoe’s tummy and enjoying the results.

“Okay enough of that! Tummy time!” Ingrid declared lowering her mouth to Zoe’s tummy and giving Zoe an enormous raspberry.

Zoe screamed into her ball-gag. And residual elements of her trance-like state vanished as the lucid reality of unbearable sensations brought her sharply into an unbearable agony she had not experienced since childhood. As a teenager she had played a few tickling games with Anna when drunk but the new sensations running through her made the reality of her helplessness abundantly clear. The sensations were not contained to her tummy and seemed to radiate throughout her nervous system causing her to struggle against her bonds.

“Okay that seems to have blown out the cobwebs!” Ingrid decreed, grinning at her victim.

“Now let’s see if it has made you more ticklish!” The amazon declared.

The crowd was not disappointed and as the sun rose in the sky the torture continued. Jenny pleaded helplessly with Amy who wondered just how long she could keep her new toy on the edge like this. Zoe struggled, sharply returned to the unbearable tickle hell of hundreds of fingers. Ingrid used other new techniques; she reapplied Zoe’s blindfold and sent Nicole to fetch two ice-buckets when the time came for the black feathers to rotate between positions. Her slave returned with a young man carrying both buckets for her. Ingrid held one finger up to her lips and winked at the crowd.

“Okay I think this young lady has suffered enough for one day what do you think?” Ingrid declared gesturing with her hand for the crowd to feign agreement.

The crowd mostly agreed the majority understanding the rouse. Ingrid winked at the young man Nicole had allured who held one of the buckets.


“Okay let’s let her go then!” Ingrid declared clean lifting her bucket to her shoulders and pausing.

Zoe sighed, her torment was over!

Ingrid silently mouthed: ‘Three, Two, One!’ to her comrade.

Zoe inhaled deeply, glad her ordeal was over. The ice hit her chest and tummy simultaneously spilling out over her underarms, neck and crotch. She screamed surprised by the terrible onslaught, the ice was mixed with cold water that trickled over her body and dribbled through the small holes in the old work-bench. Zoe was in shock, she screamed again as the crowd laughed at her plight, the sun beamed down on her pink goose-pimpled skin that would warm up again soon.

‘How could anyone be so cruel!...’ she thought as Ingrid’s voice boomed;

“We are not done with you yet!”

“Actually could we have a few of those ice cubes?” Amy asked from between Jenny’s legs.

The ice cubes were used to tease Jenny’s underarms neck and thighs and proved useful in tempering her raging desires. Zoe meanwhile was tickled mercilessly, Nicole replaced Ingrid and saw to her soles being scrubbed with hot soapy water before being heated with hairdryers until they were pink and ultra-sensitive. Nicole was surprised that this had not been done already, it seemed to be almost standard practice. Zoe had also been spared Lilly’s cats but these were being kept for a special surprise in store for Nicole’s favourite victim. Betty arrived early to keep Nicole updated this particular plot. Nicole was eager for the fun to start but satisfied herself with re-oiling Zoe with sun cream which had been washed off by the ice water. As Zoe’s skin glimmered in the late morning sun the petite blonde asked;

“And the other thing in the Red Zone?”

“Erm… yeah perhaps if there is time, but depending on how this goes you might have to play that game tomorrow!” Betty replied whilst tickling Zoe’s foot.

“Okay so I hold the fort here, and you get me when she is stocked and super sensitive!” Nicole concluded as a candle was placed in Zoe’s Belly button.

“Okay” Betty replied and looked across Zoe’s twitching nervous wreck of a body.

“Are you sure she really wants all this?!” Betty asked as the candle was lit.

“That’s what she said, without mercy or cessation!” Nicole replied, repeating a phrase from Cleo’s whisper campaign parrot fashion.

“Hmm and she did ask about candles…” Betty added remembering her conversation with Zoe early in the morning.

Zoe desperately squirmed aware of her chance at freedom, finally someone who might release her. Her tormentor’s conversation continued as she squirmed, each flinch causing candle wax to spill on her soft tummy. It did not burn her: being special wax designed to melt at a lower temperature. Never-the-less the cruel game demanded she stay still was utter hell. What was worse was the way her tormentors carried on their conversation as if she wasn’t there, it was as if they were doing the dishes or hoovering. They had grown used to torturing her helpless body and their distracted chatter made Zoe feel worthless, as if she was nothing. If they were going to torture her they should at least pay attention to her and enjoy it! The nearly insane athlete thought all reason pushed from her mind. The candle was blown out and removed to make way for more ticklers hungry to have a turn at ‘The girl on the rack’ as Zoe had become known.

Zoe was driven to insanity beyond measure. She had needed to pee since Nicole arrived and now a middle aged woman was straddling her and sitting right on top of her bladder. She struggled and whimpered desperately trying to signal someone that she needed to pee. Her desperate wriggles went un-noticed as the crowd built up. Betty left to set the trap she had discussed with Nicole. Before she had walked ten paces Nicole shyly called her back.

“What?” Betty asked confused by Nicole’s tone.

“I think she has wet herself!” Nicole shyly whispered.

True enough as the middle aged woman had stood to find someone else to tickle, Zoe could hold her bladder no more. The athletic brunette turned scarlet, utterly humiliated.

“Is this part of her fantasy?” Nicole asked…

“She said no breaks!” The petite blonde continued.

“Hmmm! Let’s see” Betty replied undoing the strap securing Zoe’s head.

“…Nod if you want us to continue, shake for a break” Betty offered.

Zoe violently shook her gagged head and screamed into her ball-gag. She could feel the breeze on her wet panties and just wanted to go home.

“Okay let’s get you to the sanctuary after a change of clothes” Betty announced, impressed by Zoe’s feat of endurance: ‘What had it been 3 hours?’

As Nicole and Betty undid Zoe’s bonds she angrily pulled her hands away and pulled off her ball-gag. Betty could tell something was wrong and shot Nicole a look of warning. The petite blonde had picked up Zoe’s slave outfit and shoes and tentatively offered the now free Zoe the bundle which was angrily snatched by the freed athletic torture victim. As she ran barefoot across the grass Zoe burst into tears, the urine stain on her panties attracting looks.

“What was…” Amy began looking up from her position between Jenny’s legs where she had been for over an hour, persuading the other Black Feathers to move without her.

“… We may have a situation!” Betty replied, having quietly dreaded something like this would happen.

As Betty left to try and console the poor girl Amy whispered to Jenny;

“All the orgasms you want if you persuade your friend to stay”. The Goth winked as her victim’s eyes widened.

A few of the crowd helped Amy release Jenny. They looked up as Zoe shrugged off Betty’s attempts to console her. The athletic girl was disorientated from her ordeal and it took her a while to make it back to the gatehouse. Jenny met her there in her slave outfit and bare feet. After a while of trying to console her new friend, Zoe began to make sense. At first she spoke nonsense, often calling Jenny ‘Anna’. Jenny shepherded Zoe back into the little changing room where she retrieved Zoe’s clothes.

“So you didn’t know it was a tickling event?” Jenny asked.

“How could I?” Zoe asked, shaking as she slipped on the strange underwear Zoe gave her to replace her own.

“Well you had the quiz and in the disclaimer it explained all about the different type of tactile stimulation….” Jenny began

“Tactical simulation…” Zoe replied remembering the phrase from her drunken reading of the contract.

“No tactile stimulation, it is the technical term for the type of touching tickling is a type of” Jenny replied, suspecting Zoe hadn’t actually read the contract.

“Okay” Zoe replied dumbfounded.

Jenny smiled at her and offered Zoe her clothes and trainers.

“And you signed up for all this?” Zoe asked.

“Yes” Jenny replied quietly watching her friend dress.

“Why?” Zoe asked, her head clearing.

“Well between you and me, it sort of turns me on!” Jenny replied shyly, curling her toes and pulling at threads of the tickly carpet with her toes.

Zoe stared at her friend, astounded. Jenny turned bright red and continued to play with fronds from the carpet with her toes.

“You…. Like…. That….. Torture!” Zoe asked, trying to get her head around the concept.

“Well not like what you endured, there is a very fine line for me between tickling for pleasure and the severe torture it can inflict” Jenny replied.

Zoe slipped on her ankle socks and prepared her trainers shaking her head.

“I have to get out of here!” She said shaking her head.

“Oh don’t go!” Jenny begged.

“You people are insane!” Zoe declared, trying to put her trainers on the wrong feet before bursting into tears.

Jenny grabbed Zoe in a hug and held her as she sobbed. She thought the athletic beauty had been one of those women who wanted extreme torture, the kind she knew she herself couldn’t stand.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” Jenny calmly placated Zoe as she stroked her long tangled hair.

Zoe continued to cry, suddenly she felt the dam inside her burst and it all came out. Anna, her running on concrete, the way Katie had tricked her into the reflexology centre for tickle torture, Anna again, the tickling at the Karate club, The tickling at the pool, the fact those freaky women were here and had tickled her yet again, her Dad leaving when she was a little girl, The stocks at the castle where that blonde was tickled, the dreams about Anna…..

“Wait, wait wait!” Jenny soothed….

“You dream about tickling your friend?” Jenny asked.

“Erm…” Zoe replied, she hadn’t planned to reveal that fact, she could barely admit to having loved Anna herself, her friend’s jokes about them being lesbians had scared her.

“So you like to tickle women?” Jenny asked.

Zoe shyly looked away. She had never really admitted it to herself but ever since she watched the blonde and her friend get tickled she had secretly hoped to watch more women locked in stocks at other castles. It wasn’t the only reason she went to them but deep down she was always excited on the way there and disappointed on the way home.

“Would you stay if I let you tickle me?” Jenny asked.

Zoe thought for a while and then smiled. She felt better somehow, the tickling had been truly torturous but her catharsis had cleansed her. Like her tears had washed out all the grief from her soul. After a deep breath Zoe spoke;

“Yeah okay! Provided I don’t get tickled that badly again!” The athletic girl said with a smile.

“Oh I’m sure if you explain your misunderstanding they won’t tie you up again! No other Green Feather has suffered as much as you today!” Jenny replied, glad to see her new friend happy again.

Zoe undressed and put her slave outfit back which could conveniently be torn off without ripping the fabric. Jenny helped her with the shoes and was careful not to tickle her, which took a lot of will power. As the pair emerged into the gatehouse Cleo looked over a magazine at them and Zoe trembled. As the two friends followed a pair of Chinese girls into the courtyard Zoe whispered:

“She is the one who gagged me!” The athletic girl said, watching her friend frown.

The pair passed the long stocks…

“Best keep walking! They lock Green Feathers in here and we don’t want to be mistaken for new arrivals” Jenny suggested.

Betty nodded at the pair before confronting the two Chinese girls who had begun taking photographs of the new arrivals in the stocks.

Jenny guided Zoe to a sandpit where a woman with dark brown hair and few wisps of grey was pleading for mercy as her feet were tickled. The sand pit was contained within a stage in which this woman was buried in the sand with only her feet and head poking out. Zoe was amazed both by the inventiveness and the woman’s reactions which were astounding. She had never considered tickling Anna like this and the poor woman’s feet were perfect pink and excruciatingly ticklish, not that the struggling victim seemed to mind. Aside from the occasional stray grey hair the buried victim looked enticingly sexy, in a strange way her honesty in accepting nature made her look more beautiful . Amy was directing the torture from the steps to the stage, limiting each patron to a short turn each. Zoe joined the queue quietly, she had the feel this woman’s soft soles under her fingertips! Little did Zoe know that after her release this had become the most popular exhibit at the show. The Goth smiled broadly at the pair.

“So you decided to stay!” She beamed.

“Yeah, someone didn’t read the fine print!” Jenny smiled.

“You’re joking!” Amy asked, amazed.

Zoe was embarrassed and looked at her feet in their pretty leather shoes.

“But the picture quiz and the link to the…” Amy started

“I’m dyslexic okay!” Zoe sharply stated… “And it had been a really weird day where the woman in the stocks over there tickled me at the pool, and my friend Anna was in town and I had a few drinks!”

“Okay! Okay! Sorry I just really worked hard making sure that exactly this wouldn’t happen….” Amy began.

“Hi is there a problem, Betty told me something was wrong other than those two!” Simon interrupted as he arrived, gesturing towards the two Chinese girls being locked in the stocks.

“Wait a minute! If you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into why did you ask to be put on the rack and tickled without mercy?!” Amy asked.

“I didn’t!” Zoe replied, angry at the memory of her torment.

“Oh but I’m sure someone said…” Amy began…

“We think that was the work of the woman in black leather in the entrance” Jenny replied.

“Well she will get what is coming to her, she just let in two tourists without checking their payment and or explaining the rules about cameras”. Simon answered, gesturing again at the two tourists laughing hysterically.

Simon paced away leaving the pair with Amy and Cassie. Zoe was the last in the queue to take a turn tickling the buried victim, Jenny kindly let her go first and whispered something in Amy’s ear. After Zoe’s time was up the barefoot Cassie dug out the woman from the sand as Jenny striped off her slave outfit revealing her red underwear. Zoe hadn’t been able to see Jenny on the rack and was surprised by her alluring apparel, somehow she imagined the sensible bookish type to wear boring sensible underwear, her bra was standard enough but Jenny’s underwear was similar to the strange red pair Zoe had been given in exchange for her own.

Jenny was wrapped in a towel and buried in the sand. Her feet protruded to either side of a thick pole and she wiggled her toes as they were tied back. Zoe marvelled at the toe ties that attached to the pole and two smaller sticks that poked up through the sand. ‘These people were imaginative, you had to give them that!’ She thought to herself as Jenny grinned at her.

“Do you want to go first?” Amy offered her, ignoring the fact she had been last to tickle the former victim.

Zoe was overjoyed, she had wanted to tickle Jenny’s feet since the first time she set eyes on her in the bus and the soft pale soles called to her like sirens from the shore. She slipped off her own shoes, not wanting to ruin them with the sand and padded barefoot onto the warm sand. She felt the sand between her extra sensitive toes and giggled. It was just like being at the beach, except the scrubbing and hairdryers made her feet extra sensitive so the hot sand was much more tickly than usual. Zoe lay on her front and examined her prize.

“All yours” Jenny offered with a sweet smile.

Zoe began just above Jenny’s round pink heels and ran a finger up each of her arches. Jenny giggled delightfully and cringed as Zoe’s fingers reversed to trail back over her worst spot in the centre of her arches. Zoe introduced all eight of her fingers and used her thumbnails to scratch at Jenny’s heels as she began to flutter her fingertips up and down in the sweet spot. This technique drove Jenny mad and she threw her head back in laughter. Zoe had experience this technique first-hand, well first foot! And knew how much it tickled, she was keen to try all the techniques she had felt and heard explained as she helplessly writhed on the rack. She was joined by other ticklers but allowed to stay at Jenny’s feet in recognition of her ordeal. Many of her partner’s demonstrated tickling techniques, enjoying showing off their tickling prowess to their former victim.

Zoe preferred the techniques that tickled Jenny gently, such that she produced the gentlest giggles rather than the outright torture she found she could inflict. Occasionally Jenny still reminded her of Anna, on these occasions she used her fingernails and even some hairbrushes to punish the wayward doppelganger who had rejected her and not replied to her last text but kissed numerous unknown students for Zoe to see and be heartbroken! Zoe lost track of time, eventually she settled down to gentle tickle torture, finding that Jenny’s smile no longer made her think of Anna. Zoe was totally engulfed in her work when someone tickled her feet. She had been twirling her soft arches in the air for all to see and some attention was inevitable. Her green feather necklace had blown over her shoulder and the young man in question could not believe his luck. Zoe lost control and descended into the most delightful giggles as her soft arches were explored by the teasing fingers.

“Erm… no tickling this one right now…” Amy chided

“But she has a green feather” The young man replied, chasing the soft sexy feet as Zoe desperately tried to escape.

“Yeah, but not right now mate!” Amy said again, this time slightly firmer.

“She is the one from the rack isn’t she, she asked to be….”

“Not so much, go and tickle the Chinese girls who broke the rules…. Or you can join them if you like!” Amy snapped, smiling sweetly her eyes full of menace.

The young man swallowed and placed his blue feather necklace neatly on display and took the hint. He made his way over the stocks and joined the queue to tickle the Chinese tourists who had taken photographs without permission. Meanwhile at the sandpit Zoe used a feather in one hand to tease Jenny’s trapped toes and her fingertips on the arches underneath. Jenny found fingernails to torturous and Zoe kind of liked the way Jenny enjoyed her torture, especially the way her feet got pinker and warmer as she teased them, she found blowing on the toes produced the sexiest giggles along with the feather. Jenny began to squirm in the sand pit.

“Please! Please!” Jenny began to beg in the small voice Zoe recognised from the rack.

“Oh I’m not down with you yet!” Zoe teased.

“Turn them on! Turn it on!” Jenny begged…

“Yes I know it turns you on!” Zoe whispered.

“It’s not working!” Jenny begged looking desperately at Amy.

“Erm! What does she mean?” Zoe asked, confused by Jenny’s words.

“Oh nothing! She’s just disoriented by your expert ticklin’!” Amy lied.

Zoe resumed teasing Jenny’s soft soles as Amy placed a bucket over Jenny’s head. The bucket was bright yellow and had a smiling face on it. Zoe could still hear Jenny’s sexy laugh but her pleas were muffled and incomprehensible; she tickled her feet slightly harder so she could hear the fruits of her labours. Amy meanwhile fumbled through her black and red waistcoat pockets. She needed to hold up her end of the bargain! She found a second transmitter. ‘Ah that’s right! I must have been using the wrong one!’ she thought. Little did she know that the sand blocked the signals to activate the vibrating panties she had discretely handed Jenny…. She had assumed the clever girl would offer Zoe a pair of panties from the dressing up box not the second pair from her bag of tricks jumbled up with the pair she had discretely slipped on. Amy grinned and pushed the button on the transmitter… ‘That ought to do it! Happy Birthday Jenny! Enjoy your private Orgasm as your latest crush tickles your sexy feet!’

Zoe flinched mid-tickle. Something tickled her slightly, well not so much tickled but ‘Ahhh! There it was again!’ She inhaled and continued tickling, for some reason she was reminded of her most recent dream of tickling Anna. The panties Jenny had given her had begun to vibrate, Zoe didn’t own a vibrator and had never had an orgasm before; running from those feelings. Now there was no escape. Zoe tried to carry on tickling but the new sensations filled her mind, she began to sigh and close her eyes. The sensations evoked a deep pleasure that had already been partially summoned by the wonders of Jenny’s feet. Zoe tried to hide the effects of the wonderful new experience but struggled to contain herself. Amy just assumed she was enjoying herself; ‘Let her tickle this bookworm until she climaxes too!’. ‘She had earnt it! Poor girl deserved a medal…’ Amy thought to herself as Zoe writhed on the sand slightly afraid of what might happen next still trying to tickle Jenny’s feet.

“Hi Amy we have Andrea and that barefoot hippy-chick in the stocks, the goats have licked their feet and they are super sensit’…. Betty began, before taking in the scene.

“… What exactly is happening here?” Betty asked

“Oh just rewarding this two with a little fun!” Amy beamed, sliding the dial for the vibrating panties the wrong way in her pocket.


“Erm! Amz! What area are we in?” Betty asked.

“What do you mean?” Amy asked innocently.

“Stuff like this is restricted to the Red Zone! Amy, you know that right?” Betty replied

“What stuff?” Amy lied, wondering how Betty knew.

“Amy! I can hear her vibrator!” Betty exclaimed as Zoe curled up in the sand unable to resist the vibrators which Amy had accidentally set to full whilst trying to switch them off.

“Ahh! Bollocks!” Amy exclaimed.

Jenny was released from the sand pit. And begged to have the vibrator switched on, she had been teased for so long in the morning that any other thought was impossible, she tried to get the transmitter from Amy’s waistcoat but was carried away by a security guards with the black and white stripy feather necklaces. Zoe followed her friend who redressed herself and panted and sighed; the athletic girl was slightly scared but also felt cheated, as if something should have happened after the panties started vibrating but didn’t. On the one hand she wanted to stay and tickle Amy’s feet who was being buried in the sand as the first phase of her punishment, but she felt a duty towards her friend however and followed her towards the gatehouse. Zoe had never experienced anything like that before and felt as if she walking on clouds, all her senses were enhance… the tickly grass returned her to reality as it explored her toes. She wanted to put her shoes on but had to keep up with Jenny.

“Hey wait up!” She cried as they passed the four women locked in the long stocks including the Sandy Blonde.

Zoe longed to tickle their feet which seemed pinker and cleaner than usual but something about Jenny’s demeanour made her follow the panting brunette into the woods. Jenny stopped to put her shoes on now allowing her athletic friend to catch up and follow suit, she could have run but the grass was so tickly!

“Where are we going?” Zoe asked from behind a screen of branches.

“Zoe I need you to do something” Jenny asked weakly.

“That sign said no entry!” Zoe replied, still confused.

Jenny just turned away and slipped through the woods. Zoe followed. The pair passed a naked woman screaming into a ball-gag, ants crawled over her body which was staked out tight. Zoe and Jenny just stared, astounded at this act of cruelty. Eventually Zoe recognised her as the woman who gagged her. A pile of leather clothes and long boots confirmed her identification.

“Serves you right!” Zoe spat at the helpless woman whose eyes pleaded with her for release the way Zoe had tried to indicate she didn’t want this to so many ticklers.

“C’mon!” Jenny mumbled taking Zoe’s hand.

She led her friend deeper into the woods, Zoe was nervous. Jenny sat on a log and slipped off her shoes.

“What are we doing?” Zoe whispered.

“Please tickle my feet” Jenny whispered, slipping off her shoes.

“I… Erm!.....” Zoe stumbled.


“Please!” Jenny begged, looking at Zoe with wide eyes.

Zoe sat down and guided Jenny’s feet into her lap. She started softly, not wanting to get caught out of bounds having seen the signs. Jenny giggled and sighed. Zoe continued, only using her fingertips in gentle strokes over the arches and across the tops of Jenny’s delicious feet.

“Ohh yes!” Jenny sighed.

Zoe looked up to see her friend with one hand up her short skirt.

“Jenny!” Zoe stumbled unsure of the situation

“Please don’t stop!” Jenny begged.

Zoe returned to Jenny’s feet slightly uncomfortable. She liked Jenny and understood tickling turned her on but this was… ‘Well I suppose I liked it at the sand pit!’ she thought and focused on Jenny’s feet, blowing on her outstretched toes the way she knew she enjoyed from watching her in the stocks and sand. Zoe became lost in her work, but still had Jenny’s sighs and moans on the edge of her perception.

“Yes!” Jenny moaned rolling her eyes back into her head.

“Aha!” An unknown voice declared.

Both Zoe and Jenny jumped, a security guard snuck into the small clearing.

“Two counts of being out of bound and one sexual act outside of the red-zone!” The stout woman declared.

“But I…” Jenny began, she was so close to an orgasm, it took her a long time to climax and being kept on the edge all morning had been pure torture for her.

The pair were escorted back to the courtyard where Betty chided them…

“Sorry but it looks like you will have to share Amy’s punishment in the Red Zone!” She concluded.

“But I!...” Zoe began.

“I led her astray don’t tickle her anymore!” Jenny exclaimed.

“Hmm we will see what we can work out!” Betty conceded, Zoe had suffered a terrible torture on the rack and it would be unfair to punish her in the Red Zone given what the girls had in mind. ‘Maybe just make her watch’ Betty thought to herself…



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To be continued

What a cool idea, to see the morning from another perspective & one that includes my fav burial hehehe

I can't wait for the "Red Zone"!!

Thanks, always good to know my work is appreciated.

Is a bit tricky to write stories that run parallel, got to stop characters being in different places at the same time etc

This is the second story of yours that I read, and definitely my favorite of the Castle Event series. Zoe works well as an audience surrogate for those new to the series, and seeing things from her perspective serves well to introduce us to what strange events are soon to come. The story also finds a proper way to introduce a Non-consensual tickle scenario while making great pains not to glamorize such a scenario. Zoe is really freaked out during the torture scenes and is visibly shaken and disturbed when the Staff finally release her. Similarly, the Event Staff are clearly not on board with tickling the guests beyond their breaking point or without their consent (except for Cleo, who upon further reading is revealed to be somewhat of a sadistic jerk). I also like the relationship with Jenny and Zoe, and their interactions together where Jenny is comforting the traumatized Zoe is heartwarming. Good Catharsis.

The story isn't without some hiccups, though most of my real complaints don't crop up until later chapters. It's rather unclear whether Cleo was punished for disregarding Zoe's request to be released, or whether that offense was deemed less serious than letting in tourists without charging them and explaining the rules. To this day I still don't know. Also, I had to reread the story a couple of times to visualize what the event staff looked like, without getting them all mixes up. But the story is no less enjoyable to read, and I love revisiting it. I might create a follow-up post on some of the other stories in the series.