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Kathy couldn't touch herself. Or rather, she knew she shouldn't. She could barely feel the slightly chilly grip of the anklet, barely noticeable, but she never forgot it. It made her feel only more helpless, and more horny.
Ah, the forbidden fruit. She lusted to send her hand down, gently pull her vaginal lips, massage her clit, moan, give in to the pleasure. Her libido, raging, intensified by the anklet, grew day by day. She never went more than a few days without touching herself. It was over two weeks now. 16 days. Kathy counted. If she gives in to the lust, she pleasure will bring only slight momentary release, and the anklet will only get stronger. She knew that she will break eventually. It will tire down her will, build her lust on and on, without limit, until she caved to it. And then it'll get worse. And again, and again, until it fully subdues her, dominates her, forces her to become a plaything, a slave, for her hated enemy. These thoughts only made it harder for her to resist, the lust grew stronger still. Yet she couldn't stop thinking them.
Kathy lay on a warm lunge chair, at the pool. Her fit shaped, yet soft body, with large curves and breasts, was tanned. Hair blonde, bright red nail polish adored her hands and feet. Such a similar scene to how she was 16 days ago, when this anklet was forced on her. When she was tickled beyond herself, broken, and dominated.
The scene was vivid in her memory.
"NNHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAAAAAHAAAHA" she screamed, through the gag "PHAAHAAHHAAALAHAHAAAHA ... NAAHHAAAAANNAAA" and more screams that were completely unintelligible, mixed with sobbing, and sharp shrieks.
Her body was stretched on the table, no way to move, no way to protect herself. Amanda's long nails caressing gently over her armpits and the sides of her breasts. Rohana tickling her belly with one hand, and digging into her ribs with the other. Alice probed and tickled her tights and played a feather on her vaginal lips. And Jasmine nails were lightly, causally and methodically tracing all over her feet.
"EEEAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHHAEAHAHA" she shrieked. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" screaming into her gag, until she dissolved into helpless crying again, laughing and screaming taking their part again and again. She was tickled for hours. Until she accepted the anklet, and then, instead of releasing her, they just kept tickling her. It felt like an eternity, while they sat there, smiling, laughing and joking, enjoying themselves. With Amanda gently kissing her, as she was the only one who knew about the anklet's function, and how Kathy was doomed.
The scene was vivid, and Kathy knew it will be reality once more, that was the cruelty of Amanda's plan. Dooming her to be tortured again and again, by submitting to her own desire, and becoming a slave. She had no choice. Her thoughts, actions, feelings, everything was sealed, locked in a sadistic game of time until she loses.
None of that showed. To the outside world, she was the same smug princess, a cock tease and bitch to the many guys who stole glances at her. No doubt some of them with their penises erect. She knew many probably masturbated thinking about her. And she was still the same, to them. The anklet prevented her from showing any difference. It also prevented her from thinking any way out, or planning to resist it. She just had to stay exposed in a battle against her horniness, her thoughts, her dreams, those gorgeous muscular bodies around her ... "No, I must resist! I can't be broken, I can't become like that again!" images of her tied down, helpless, gently caressed and tickled silly by 4 girls who explored her body methodically and patiently, run again through her head. She would go mad. Her labia felt wet from all those images, and she cursed her fate once more for the damn thing was perverting her, playing with her mind and feeling.
The thoughts swirled again in her head. Kathy stretched her leg, wiggling her polished toes on her perfect foot, helplessly. She couldn't remove it. Nor could she ask anyone. Or even hint. Or even accept, should anyone offer or try. She will be teased insane, exhausted, and eventually find herself begging for relief from her enemy. And then, those feet will be locked again at the hands of Amanda, the freak, the tickler, the pervert. And she will be tickle tortured out of her mind, over and over again.
***
Meanwhile, Amanda had other things on her mind. Or rather, helpless Kathy, laughing begging and crying - the memory of that, was on her mind, but she was more concerned with bringing the other girls who helped her subdue Kathy, under her heel.
Actually, Amanda wanted all pretty girls, and quite a few guys as well, to be hers. Hers to torment, tease, tickle. Never give them release, just slowly drive them mad. She touched herself, thinking of the please she felt, and that she will rob them off. Acting alone is difficult, so she needed a team. Her current team was easy to pursued to break Kathy, without telling them about the anklet. Seeing them tickle Kathy only made Amanda want to tickle them more. Plus, if the girls are enslaved by her, she can use them to anklet many more.
Rohana was dangerous. She was sadistic herself, and if she realised what Amanda was after, it could get really bad. Jasmine was too smart, again, danger. The weakest link, the one who might end up telling people about Kathy anyway, or be tormented by what they did, was Alice. Pure, sensitive, compassionate Alice. Amanda barely convinced her that Kathy was such a bitch as to deserve her punishment, and that was after Kathy slapped Alice, stole her boyfriend only to dump him, and made fun of her regularly. Yes, Alice was the weakest link, and she will be next.
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Kathy was in her bed. In mid-spring, under a thin sheet, almost transparent, revealing her naked body. Her hand was between her legs, clit throbbing and swollen, as she gently caressed it. 18 days passed. She couldn't hold anymore. She knew how horrible of an idea it was, but just couldn't resist the touch, and once she started, couldn't stop. waves of pleasure swept over her as she masturbated, not relaxing, only intensifying her horniness.
She imagined herself tied again, tickled, teased, driven mad. Her libido grew stronger from the images, she accepted it, her mind too weary to fight, found tranquility in being finally subdued by her urges. It was temporary, weak, and doomed her to endless torment from which, she knew, her mind won't be able to escape, or find peace in. But she was ruled by her instinct, as her fingers increased their speed. She massages gently, yet fast, her sexy body flexing and squirming from the sensation. Her long over-teased clit was especially sensitive, and she knew the orgasm was to come soon, as moans escaped her lips.
On the peak of sensation she grew stiff, muscles flexing, pleasure and libido at their peak, and then ... a small wave of release washed over her, outrageously anti-climactic, mixed with a strong sense of pleasure, but arousing rather than relaxing. Her body still felt at its peak, muscles toned, horniness raging, only slightly diminished. As she felt just a few days ago. Better than today, but still extremely, unbearably horny. The anklet was chill on her leg, she felt it grow even colder for a moment, and go back to be the same, only she knew that it got stronger now. Her libido will rise faster, her helpless, doomed sexy ticklish feet were even more ticklish, as was the rest of her body. And this knowledge made her hornier still, having a greater effect than before.
Her clit still throbbed, inviting her to continue. Kathy screamed in despair, as it took all her will power to pull her hand away. For now.
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Alice stood in a small group of chatting friends. Alice mostly smiled and listened, she wasn't much of a talker, more of a supporter and listener. Everybody liked her. Her sea blue dress tightly fit her slim and gentle figure. A petite woman, with ivory skin, pale blond hair, and cute feet with pink painted toes rested on her low heel white sandals.
Amanda and Joe looked at her from across the room. It was a spring ball event and many pretty women strolled past, beautiful feet clad in sandals or slippers. Some kicked their shoes off and danced. Joe liked that no less than Amanda did. He found feet and tickling fascinating. For all the women around, many sexier and more gorgeous than Alice, her cute demeanor and shyness made him want to throw her down, rip off her sandals, and torture her feet until she screams out for all she's worth.
Amanda was all too happy to oblige with an opportunity. Joe trusted her, liked her probably. She had no doubt that his fantasies included tickle torturing her as well. Promising him an opportunity to tickle Alice without much further detail, she took him to the ball. The venue had a small service room nearby, locked during events and thick walled, rarely ever used at all. Stealing the key a few days ago, Amanda prepared the room ahead of time, further isolating it from sound from the inside, and getting all necessary equipment in.
As the pair approached Alice she turned towards them smiling warmly.
"Alice, may we speak privately?" asked Amanda.
"Yes of course" a wondering look crossed her face, but Alice followed them to the service room. Amanda spoke as Joe locked the room's door behind them.
"Do you remember how we played with Kathy on Jasmine's boat?"
Alice's heart rate increased as she heard Amanda's words followed by the door locking behind her "I do".
"Have you thought of how poor Kathy must've felt? How it would've felt if something like this was done to you?"
"Amanda please" begged Alice, visibly panicking, as she turned back towards the door, only to bump into Joe who grabbed both her arms and held her against his chest. Amanda's body pressed behind her, trapping her effectively between the two of them.
"HEELLPP ..." screeched Alice but was cut short as Amanda pressed a gag into mouth. She tried struggling against Joe while Amanda quickly secured the gag strap behind her head and then covered her mouth with tape to further prevent sounds.
"Shhhh, don't make so much noise" coed Amanda. "The room is sound proof anyway, so stop hurting my ears. You know no help is coming and you can't escape or stop us from tickling you".
Alice pulled hard trying to free her arms from Joe. The muscles on his hands stood out from the valiant effort. Alice was a small, fragile looking girl, a head shorter and half the weight of the man in front of her, who’s body was laced with muscle. She stood no real chance at wrestling free, even with desperate fear fueled might.
Tickling sensations shoot through Alice, disrupting her efforts to fight. Amanda’s hands were on her ribs, making Alice jump, only to be held down by Joe, her body still locked between Amanda and him, and Amanda’s hands keeping steady on her ribs.
Screaming through the gag Alice tried kicking Amanda. “Feisty isn’t she?” smiled Joe. Amanda stopped tickling Alice, but before Alice, who was still giggling, could catch her breath, Joe pushed her hands behind her back when she felt Amanda lock them into handcuffs. Alice kept trying to kick and scream as the two dragged her backwards and seated her on a chair, pulling her arms through a slit in its back and securing her cuffed hands at the bottom of the back on the other side. Joe pushed forward, sitting Alice’s thighs and pinning her to the chair. He was still smiling the same smile, one of a child waiting to play with his toy. One of his hands caressed Alice’s cheek as Alice was starting to sob in fear. The other hand went down and once again Alice’s ribs were tickled. Soon the first hand joined, covering both sides without a way to escape or interrupt.
The soundproof room kept all the wailing inside as the two ticklers played with their prey.
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Kathy was out at the mall, shopping with the friend Pamela. Both wore tight shorts and sport tops. They went to the mall after a run. The anklet made sure Kathy keeps her body in shape, maintaining its sexiness. She had to take care of it. Unfortunately Kathy didn't feel any enjoyment of the supposed benefit, as she knew it was just making her into a sex toy, playing with her. Only two days passed since she touched herself for the first time after the cursed thing was put on her. It took all her will power to resist masturbating when she woke up. And now, erotic thought of her own torturous tickling were supplemented with fantasies about her friend Pam.
Kathy felt compelled to have Pam ankleted like her. See her tied, slowly and methodically tickled into madness until she breaks to the anklet. Pam, an ebony beauty with a sports figure and D cup perfectly shaped perky breasts walked around care free, like Kathy was in the past. Her anklets were bare and unshackled, she masturbated and had sex at her leisure, and that disgusted Kathy. Filling her with envy and a sadistic desire to have her friend sexually broken and bound.
Her clit throbbed so bad that Kathy was torn between running to the restroom to masturbate at this very moment, and jumping her friend, wrestling her down, binding her and tickling her out of her mind. Maybe she'll lose. Maybe Pam will wrestle her down and tickle torture her. That would be intolerable, yet sooo hot. She tried concentrating on the shopping, an activity she enjoyed so much.
I can't give in to it, it'll only get worse, I won't even get true release.
Kathy resisted the toilet until the end of their outing. No hint of her predicament showed on her face or her interactions with Pam. The anklet prevented her from telling. Trapped in her own body, slowly cooked in her thoughts and desires as she behaved and talked as always towards the outside.
When Kathy got home she drank wine and threw herself in bed, hoping to sleep, hoping for the day to end. Her hand found its way between her legs.
NO! I mustn't!! Never again!
Kathy knew she can't hold forever. The promise to herself was empty. She will masturbate again. The realisation weakened her, her hand going further, under her shirts and undies.
I won't!! She pulled her hand out. Not now, must hold on!
"You now admit to yourself that you will masturbate. Why not now? You want it, you held well today, you need release" another part of her argued.
For 10 minutes Kathy fought with herself back and forth, trying to stop herself from masturbating. Until she felt a blow of excitement and pleasure washing over her. Her finger was on her clit. She moved it, and the pleasure increased. The fight was over. Her body shoke from horniness and ecstasy as she fingered herself into orgasm. A small wave of pleasant feeling, she felt a bit less horny, and the anklet grew cooler again for a moment, as her libido once again started to grow, even faster now.
Tears broke from Kathy's eyes, as she wept and howled in helpless frustration.
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The tears were dry on Alice’s face as she whimpered and laughed silently into her gag. Her strength was spent. Joe and Amanda explored her body all over, toying with her, sometimes tickling her continuously and sometimes in a playful tease to build up her fear.
Less than an hour passed but Alice, completely broken, lost all sense of time. The torture seemed endless to her. Eventually they took a break. Then Amanda rolled in and secured to the floor a pair of stocks. Alice shook her head from side to side weakly, crying anew. “Yeesss” said Amanda in baby talk as she patted Alice.
Joe locked her feet into the stocks and Amanda removed her sandals, taking pleasure in gradually unstrapping them to reveal Alice's bare feet. Alice suddenly felt a metallic thin chain slip and lock over her ankle. Strange thought and images filled her head, the anklet manifesting knowledge of what it was into her. “You will accept it” whispered Amanda to her ear. As Alice shook her head again in horror Joe spoke up “What did you tell her?”. “Just teasing her for the ordeal to come” answered Amanda. Both of them sat down at Alice’s feet.
"Do you want us to stop and not tickle you anymore?" asked Amanda. Alice nodded. "Do you remember how Kathy begged us to stop? Did you stop? Or did you continue tickling her?". Alice could only sob in response. "Do you think we will stop tickling you, or keep going? What do you think will happen?" continued Amanda. The sobs intensified. "I think she is ready" said Amanda. "Yes she is" Joe agreed. And with that, they began.
4 hands tickled Alice's feet sending her into hysterics. Her feet wiggles about, trying to escape the torture, and not letting Amanda and Joe concentrate on any one area for too long. Still, the sensation was unbearable. Alice pulled again her bonds, thrashing, trying to get away or call for help. All in vain. Uncontrollable laughter slowly overtook the screams as the thrashing subdued.
"She moves too much, we can't torture her properly like this" complained Joe. Amanda said nothing, but threw him a pack of floss, which they used to quickly bind the toes to the stocks, stretching the feet. Alice was so weak that she didn't even struggle against it, catching breath in the short break.
They took out feathers, holding two each. The look on their faces as they inspected the helpless immobile soles was of pure glee. Soles that could not escape the torment of feathers that were about to stroke them up and down, up and down.
Electrifying sensations shoot through Alice as she felt 4 feathers tracing her soles. Now that she could no longer move her feet, and it felt so much worse. The feeling was unbearable. Alice tried begging through her gag, crying, thrashing, screaming, laughing. The feathers went on and on slowly gliding up and down her soles. Nothing helped. Amanda and Joe didn't change the pace, didn't halt, they just kept at it. Torturing Alice into insanity. "She's especially feather ticklish" commented Amanda after what seemed to Alice like hours, while in reality was barely a few minutes.
They kept feathering her feet for nearly an hour. Tickling the edges, the top, extensively exploring the soles. The curve of her feet, the balls, the toes. It just went on, all over again and again. Finally Amanda felt it. The anklet was accepted. She raised her head to Alice's face to see a crazed desperate look. The girl was no longer capable of maintaining a line of thought, all that existed was the unbearable torture. The decision to accept the anklet was instinctive, her mind surrendering.
Amanda gently caressed Alice's face, taking a break from the tickling "I think she had enough". "Really?" Asked Joe "We still have plenty of time". "Yes, I am sure of it. Let's let her go". They released Alice, caressing and cuddling her in a form of perverted compassion, as she took over 15 minutes to be able to stand by herself. Amanda opened the door, releasing her, knowing full well that the anklet will do its job to keep the secret while it enslaves her.
Alice’s face showed none of the terror boiling inside her, as she hurried back home. “The night is still young” said Joe “why did you let her go?” he was beaming with tickle lust. “We’ll get to play with her again, I promise” replied Amanda "For now, as you said, the night is young" they stepped out of the room. The ball was in full all around them. Many girls kicked off their shoes and danced barefoot, sexy bodies moving in rhythm.
A womanly figure appeared right in front of them, with long dark hair and tanned skin. Amanda addressed the barefoot girl "Can you help us here for a moment?". "Ahm, yes?". The three stepped back into the room, with everyone around too busy dancing to notice. Soon, hysterical laugher was rolling once again behind the soundproof door.
***
Kathy masturbated regularly every day. She had to focus all her will to not touch herself more than that, and to stop afterwards. She understood now, the anklet raised her libido to the maximal level she could resist, then she touched herself for that first time, and then the libido receded only slightly, keeping her close to the same maximal level. It made sure she would masturbate regularly while being at the top of her libido all the time. If she was stronger willed she would've just held longer until the first time, but then still reached the limit of her resistance and went to masturbate regularly while being unbelievably horny all time. The only difference an ankleted woman could've made was a few days more or less before the first touch.
Such a genius device! thought Kathy. She hated Amanda, yet lusted for herself to be broken by her. She hated the anklet, yet wanted to see other women tortured and subdued by it. Including herself. The thoughts were the result of the anklet perverting her, but she couldn't help them and that was arousing for her as well. She dreaded and lusted for the moment of her final breaking, when the anklet will deny her release and send her to her mistress.
3 weeks after her first masturbation, she started doing it twice a day. When she woke up in the morning, she was too horny to go out of bed without the small wave of release to ease her. In turn this made her libido speed of growth increase twice a day. But the anklet took the chance to break her further differently. It was collecting influence over her mind instead of increasing her libido growth speed. A week later she woke up to a wave of release. She touched herself during her sleep!
The last bit of resistance swelled in Kathy. I won't be a tickle slave! I am not sick Amanda's plaything!.
Her only hope was to not sleep. The anklet will prevent her from using coffee for that, it was unhealthy to go without sleep for long, and it forced her to keep her body in good condition. With only her will, Kathy held up 3 days, a lot of them spent masturbating. Eventually she fell asleep after one of her semi-orgasms and her hand kept going while her frustrated body and mind slept. And going. And going. Many many times.
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Kathy couldn't touch herself. Or rather, she knew she shouldn't. She could barely feel the slightly chilly grip of the anklet, barely noticeable, but she never forgot it. It made her feel only more helpless, and more horny.
Ah, the forbidden fruit. She lusted to send her hand down, gently pull her vaginal lips, massage her clit, moan, give in to the pleasure. Her libido, raging, intensified by the anklet, grew day by day. She never went more than a few days without touching herself. It was over two weeks now. 16 days. Kathy counted. If she gives in to the lust, she pleasure will bring only slight momentary release, and the anklet will only get stronger. She knew that she will break eventually. It will tire down her will, build her lust on and on, without limit, until she caved to it. And then it'll get worse. And again, and again, until it fully subdues her, dominates her, forces her to become a plaything, a slave, for her hated enemy. These thoughts only made it harder for her to resist, the lust grew stronger still. Yet she couldn't stop thinking them.
Kathy lay on a warm lunge chair, at the pool. Her fit shaped, yet soft body, with large curves and breasts, was tanned. Hair blonde, bright red nail polish adored her hands and feet. Such a similar scene to how she was 16 days ago, when this anklet was forced on her. When she was tickled beyond herself, broken, and dominated.
The scene was vivid in her memory.
"NNHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAAAAAHAAAHA" she screamed, through the gag "PHAAHAAHHAAALAHAHAAAHA ... NAAHHAAAAANNAAA" and more screams that were completely unintelligible, mixed with sobbing, and sharp shrieks.
Her body was stretched on the table, no way to move, no way to protect herself. Amanda's long nails caressing gently over her armpits and the sides of her breasts. Rohana tickling her belly with one hand, and digging into her ribs with the other. Alice probed and tickled her tights and played a feather on her vaginal lips. And Jasmine nails were lightly, causally and methodically tracing all over her feet.
"EEEAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHHAEAHAHA" she shrieked. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" screaming into her gag, until she dissolved into helpless crying again, laughing and screaming taking their part again and again. She was tickled for hours. Until she accepted the anklet, and then, instead of releasing her, they just kept tickling her. It felt like an eternity, while they sat there, smiling, laughing and joking, enjoying themselves. With Amanda gently kissing her, as she was the only one who knew about the anklet's function, and how Kathy was doomed.
The scene was vivid, and Kathy knew it will be reality once more, that was the cruelty of Amanda's plan. Dooming her to be tortured again and again, by submitting to her own desire, and becoming a slave. She had no choice. Her thoughts, actions, feelings, everything was sealed, locked in a sadistic game of time until she loses.
None of that showed. To the outside world, she was the same smug princess, a cock tease and bitch to the many guys who stole glances at her. No doubt some of them with their penises erect. She knew many probably masturbated thinking about her. And she was still the same, to them. The anklet prevented her from showing any difference. It also prevented her from thinking any way out, or planning to resist it. She just had to stay exposed in a battle against her horniness, her thoughts, her dreams, those gorgeous muscular bodies around her ... "No, I must resist! I can't be broken, I can't become like that again!" images of her tied down, helpless, gently caressed and tickled silly by 4 girls who explored her body methodically and patiently, run again through her head. She would go mad. Her labia felt wet from all those images, and she cursed her fate once more for the damn thing was perverting her, playing with her mind and feeling.
The thoughts swirled again in her head. Kathy stretched her leg, wiggling her polished toes on her perfect foot, helplessly. She couldn't remove it. Nor could she ask anyone. Or even hint. Or even accept, should anyone offer or try. She will be teased insane, exhausted, and eventually find herself begging for relief from her enemy. And then, those feet will be locked again at the hands of Amanda, the freak, the tickler, the pervert. And she will be tickle tortured out of her mind, over and over again.
***
Meanwhile, Amanda had other things on her mind. Or rather, helpless Kathy, laughing begging and crying - the memory of that, was on her mind, but she was more concerned with bringing the other girls who helped her subdue Kathy, under her heel.
Actually, Amanda wanted all pretty girls, and quite a few guys as well, to be hers. Hers to torment, tease, tickle. Never give them release, just slowly drive them mad. She touched herself, thinking of the please she felt, and that she will rob them off. Acting alone is difficult, so she needed a team. Her current team was easy to pursued to break Kathy, without telling them about the anklet. Seeing them tickle Kathy only made Amanda want to tickle them more. Plus, if the girls are enslaved by her, she can use them to anklet many more.
Rohana was dangerous. She was sadistic herself, and if she realised what Amanda was after, it could get really bad. Jasmine was too smart, again, danger. The weakest link, the one who might end up telling people about Kathy anyway, or be tormented by what they did, was Alice. Pure, sensitive, compassionate Alice. Amanda barely convinced her that Kathy was such a bitch as to deserve her punishment, and that was after Kathy slapped Alice, stole her boyfriend only to dump him, and made fun of her regularly. Yes, Alice was the weakest link, and she will be next.
***
Kathy was in her bed. In mid-spring, under a thin sheet, almost transparent, revealing her naked body. Her hand was between her legs, clit throbbing and swollen, as she gently caressed it. 18 days passed. She couldn't hold anymore. She knew how horrible of an idea it was, but just couldn't resist the touch, and once she started, couldn't stop. waves of pleasure swept over her as she masturbated, not relaxing, only intensifying her horniness.
She imagined herself tied again, tickled, teased, driven mad. Her libido grew stronger from the images, she accepted it, her mind too weary to fight, found tranquility in being finally subdued by her urges. It was temporary, weak, and doomed her to endless torment from which, she knew, her mind won't be able to escape, or find peace in. But she was ruled by her instinct, as her fingers increased their speed. She massages gently, yet fast, her sexy body flexing and squirming from the sensation. Her long over-teased clit was especially sensitive, and she knew the orgasm was to come soon, as moans escaped her lips.
On the peak of sensation she grew stiff, muscles flexing, pleasure and libido at their peak, and then ... a small wave of release washed over her, outrageously anti-climactic, mixed with a strong sense of pleasure, but arousing rather than relaxing. Her body still felt at its peak, muscles toned, horniness raging, only slightly diminished. As she felt just a few days ago. Better than today, but still extremely, unbearably horny. The anklet was chill on her leg, she felt it grow even colder for a moment, and go back to be the same, only she knew that it got stronger now. Her libido will rise faster, her helpless, doomed sexy ticklish feet were even more ticklish, as was the rest of her body. And this knowledge made her hornier still, having a greater effect than before.
Her clit still throbbed, inviting her to continue. Kathy screamed in despair, as it took all her will power to pull her hand away. For now.
***
Alice stood in a small group of chatting friends. Alice mostly smiled and listened, she wasn't much of a talker, more of a supporter and listener. Everybody liked her. Her sea blue dress tightly fit her slim and gentle figure. A petite woman, with ivory skin, pale blond hair, and cute feet with pink painted toes rested on her low heel white sandals.
Amanda and Joe looked at her from across the room. It was a spring ball event and many pretty women strolled past, beautiful feet clad in sandals or slippers. Some kicked their shoes off and danced. Joe liked that no less than Amanda did. He found feet and tickling fascinating. For all the women around, many sexier and more gorgeous than Alice, her cute demeanor and shyness made him want to throw her down, rip off her sandals, and torture her feet until she screams out for all she's worth.
Amanda was all too happy to oblige with an opportunity. Joe trusted her, liked her probably. She had no doubt that his fantasies included tickle torturing her as well. Promising him an opportunity to tickle Alice without much further detail, she took him to the ball. The venue had a small service room nearby, locked during events and thick walled, rarely ever used at all. Stealing the key a few days ago, Amanda prepared the room ahead of time, further isolating it from sound from the inside, and getting all necessary equipment in.
As the pair approached Alice she turned towards them smiling warmly.
"Alice, may we speak privately?" asked Amanda.
"Yes of course" a wondering look crossed her face, but Alice followed them to the service room. Amanda spoke as Joe locked the room's door behind them.
"Do you remember how we played with Kathy on Jasmine's boat?"
Alice's heart rate increased as she heard Amanda's words followed by the door locking behind her "I do".
"Have you thought of how poor Kathy must've felt? How it would've felt if something like this was done to you?"
"Amanda please" begged Alice, visibly panicking, as she turned back towards the door, only to bump into Joe who grabbed both her arms and held her against his chest. Amanda's body pressed behind her, trapping her effectively between the two of them.
"HEELLPP ..." screeched Alice but was cut short as Amanda pressed a gag into mouth. She tried struggling against Joe while Amanda quickly secured the gag strap behind her head and then covered her mouth with tape to further prevent sounds.
"Shhhh, don't make so much noise" coed Amanda. "The room is sound proof anyway, so stop hurting my ears. You know no help is coming and you can't escape or stop us from tickling you".
Alice pulled hard trying to free her arms from Joe. The muscles on his hands stood out from the valiant effort. Alice was a small, fragile looking girl, a head shorter and half the weight of the man in front of her, who’s body was laced with muscle. She stood no real chance at wrestling free, even with desperate fear fueled might.
Tickling sensations shoot through Alice, disrupting her efforts to fight. Amanda’s hands were on her ribs, making Alice jump, only to be held down by Joe, her body still locked between Amanda and him, and Amanda’s hands keeping steady on her ribs.
Screaming through the gag Alice tried kicking Amanda. “Feisty isn’t she?” smiled Joe. Amanda stopped tickling Alice, but before Alice, who was still giggling, could catch her breath, Joe pushed her hands behind her back when she felt Amanda lock them into handcuffs. Alice kept trying to kick and scream as the two dragged her backwards and seated her on a chair, pulling her arms through a slit in its back and securing her cuffed hands at the bottom of the back on the other side. Joe pushed forward, sitting Alice’s thighs and pinning her to the chair. He was still smiling the same smile, one of a child waiting to play with his toy. One of his hands caressed Alice’s cheek as Alice was starting to sob in fear. The other hand went down and once again Alice’s ribs were tickled. Soon the first hand joined, covering both sides without a way to escape or interrupt.
The soundproof room kept all the wailing inside as the two ticklers played with their prey.
***
Kathy was out at the mall, shopping with the friend Pamela. Both wore tight shorts and sport tops. They went to the mall after a run. The anklet made sure Kathy keeps her body in shape, maintaining its sexiness. She had to take care of it. Unfortunately Kathy didn't feel any enjoyment of the supposed benefit, as she knew it was just making her into a sex toy, playing with her. Only two days passed since she touched herself for the first time after the cursed thing was put on her. It took all her will power to resist masturbating when she woke up. And now, erotic thought of her own torturous tickling were supplemented with fantasies about her friend Pam.
Kathy felt compelled to have Pam ankleted like her. See her tied, slowly and methodically tickled into madness until she breaks to the anklet. Pam, an ebony beauty with a sports figure and D cup perfectly shaped perky breasts walked around care free, like Kathy was in the past. Her anklets were bare and unshackled, she masturbated and had sex at her leisure, and that disgusted Kathy. Filling her with envy and a sadistic desire to have her friend sexually broken and bound.
Her clit throbbed so bad that Kathy was torn between running to the restroom to masturbate at this very moment, and jumping her friend, wrestling her down, binding her and tickling her out of her mind. Maybe she'll lose. Maybe Pam will wrestle her down and tickle torture her. That would be intolerable, yet sooo hot. She tried concentrating on the shopping, an activity she enjoyed so much.
I can't give in to it, it'll only get worse, I won't even get true release.
Kathy resisted the toilet until the end of their outing. No hint of her predicament showed on her face or her interactions with Pam. The anklet prevented her from telling. Trapped in her own body, slowly cooked in her thoughts and desires as she behaved and talked as always towards the outside.
When Kathy got home she drank wine and threw herself in bed, hoping to sleep, hoping for the day to end. Her hand found its way between her legs.
NO! I mustn't!! Never again!
Kathy knew she can't hold forever. The promise to herself was empty. She will masturbate again. The realisation weakened her, her hand going further, under her shirts and undies.
I won't!! She pulled her hand out. Not now, must hold on!
"You now admit to yourself that you will masturbate. Why not now? You want it, you held well today, you need release" another part of her argued.
For 10 minutes Kathy fought with herself back and forth, trying to stop herself from masturbating. Until she felt a blow of excitement and pleasure washing over her. Her finger was on her clit. She moved it, and the pleasure increased. The fight was over. Her body shoke from horniness and ecstasy as she fingered herself into orgasm. A small wave of pleasant feeling, she felt a bit less horny, and the anklet grew cooler again for a moment, as her libido once again started to grow, even faster now.
Tears broke from Kathy's eyes, as she wept and howled in helpless frustration.
***
The tears were dry on Alice’s face as she whimpered and laughed silently into her gag. Her strength was spent. Joe and Amanda explored her body all over, toying with her, sometimes tickling her continuously and sometimes in a playful tease to build up her fear.
Less than an hour passed but Alice, completely broken, lost all sense of time. The torture seemed endless to her. Eventually they took a break. Then Amanda rolled in and secured to the floor a pair of stocks. Alice shook her head from side to side weakly, crying anew. “Yeesss” said Amanda in baby talk as she patted Alice.
Joe locked her feet into the stocks and Amanda removed her sandals, taking pleasure in gradually unstrapping them to reveal Alice's bare feet. Alice suddenly felt a metallic thin chain slip and lock over her ankle. Strange thought and images filled her head, the anklet manifesting knowledge of what it was into her. “You will accept it” whispered Amanda to her ear. As Alice shook her head again in horror Joe spoke up “What did you tell her?”. “Just teasing her for the ordeal to come” answered Amanda. Both of them sat down at Alice’s feet.
"Do you want us to stop and not tickle you anymore?" asked Amanda. Alice nodded. "Do you remember how Kathy begged us to stop? Did you stop? Or did you continue tickling her?". Alice could only sob in response. "Do you think we will stop tickling you, or keep going? What do you think will happen?" continued Amanda. The sobs intensified. "I think she is ready" said Amanda. "Yes she is" Joe agreed. And with that, they began.
4 hands tickled Alice's feet sending her into hysterics. Her feet wiggles about, trying to escape the torture, and not letting Amanda and Joe concentrate on any one area for too long. Still, the sensation was unbearable. Alice pulled again her bonds, thrashing, trying to get away or call for help. All in vain. Uncontrollable laughter slowly overtook the screams as the thrashing subdued.
"She moves too much, we can't torture her properly like this" complained Joe. Amanda said nothing, but threw him a pack of floss, which they used to quickly bind the toes to the stocks, stretching the feet. Alice was so weak that she didn't even struggle against it, catching breath in the short break.
They took out feathers, holding two each. The look on their faces as they inspected the helpless immobile soles was of pure glee. Soles that could not escape the torment of feathers that were about to stroke them up and down, up and down.
Electrifying sensations shoot through Alice as she felt 4 feathers tracing her soles. Now that she could no longer move her feet, and it felt so much worse. The feeling was unbearable. Alice tried begging through her gag, crying, thrashing, screaming, laughing. The feathers went on and on slowly gliding up and down her soles. Nothing helped. Amanda and Joe didn't change the pace, didn't halt, they just kept at it. Torturing Alice into insanity. "She's especially feather ticklish" commented Amanda after what seemed to Alice like hours, while in reality was barely a few minutes.
They kept feathering her feet for nearly an hour. Tickling the edges, the top, extensively exploring the soles. The curve of her feet, the balls, the toes. It just went on, all over again and again. Finally Amanda felt it. The anklet was accepted. She raised her head to Alice's face to see a crazed desperate look. The girl was no longer capable of maintaining a line of thought, all that existed was the unbearable torture. The decision to accept the anklet was instinctive, her mind surrendering.
Amanda gently caressed Alice's face, taking a break from the tickling "I think she had enough". "Really?" Asked Joe "We still have plenty of time". "Yes, I am sure of it. Let's let her go". They released Alice, caressing and cuddling her in a form of perverted compassion, as she took over 15 minutes to be able to stand by herself. Amanda opened the door, releasing her, knowing full well that the anklet will do its job to keep the secret while it enslaves her.
Alice’s face showed none of the terror boiling inside her, as she hurried back home. “The night is still young” said Joe “why did you let her go?” he was beaming with tickle lust. “We’ll get to play with her again, I promise” replied Amanda "For now, as you said, the night is young" they stepped out of the room. The ball was in full all around them. Many girls kicked off their shoes and danced barefoot, sexy bodies moving in rhythm.
A womanly figure appeared right in front of them, with long dark hair and tanned skin. Amanda addressed the barefoot girl "Can you help us here for a moment?". "Ahm, yes?". The three stepped back into the room, with everyone around too busy dancing to notice. Soon, hysterical laugher was rolling once again behind the soundproof door.
***
Kathy masturbated regularly every day. She had to focus all her will to not touch herself more than that, and to stop afterwards. She understood now, the anklet raised her libido to the maximal level she could resist, then she touched herself for that first time, and then the libido receded only slightly, keeping her close to the same maximal level. It made sure she would masturbate regularly while being at the top of her libido all the time. If she was stronger willed she would've just held longer until the first time, but then still reached the limit of her resistance and went to masturbate regularly while being unbelievably horny all time. The only difference an ankleted woman could've made was a few days more or less before the first touch.
Such a genius device! thought Kathy. She hated Amanda, yet lusted for herself to be broken by her. She hated the anklet, yet wanted to see other women tortured and subdued by it. Including herself. The thoughts were the result of the anklet perverting her, but she couldn't help them and that was arousing for her as well. She dreaded and lusted for the moment of her final breaking, when the anklet will deny her release and send her to her mistress.
3 weeks after her first masturbation, she started doing it twice a day. When she woke up in the morning, she was too horny to go out of bed without the small wave of release to ease her. In turn this made her libido speed of growth increase twice a day. But the anklet took the chance to break her further differently. It was collecting influence over her mind instead of increasing her libido growth speed. A week later she woke up to a wave of release. She touched herself during her sleep!
The last bit of resistance swelled in Kathy. I won't be a tickle slave! I am not sick Amanda's plaything!.
Her only hope was to not sleep. The anklet will prevent her from using coffee for that, it was unhealthy to go without sleep for long, and it forced her to keep her body in good condition. With only her will, Kathy held up 3 days, a lot of them spent masturbating. Eventually she fell asleep after one of her semi-orgasms and her hand kept going while her frustrated body and mind slept. And going. And going. Many many times.
