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Dirty Little Duets- Volume 2

Invisible Ink

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Another collaboration effort with talented writer Isabeau. This was a great story filled with evil and brimming with ticklish delight! I had a great time working with Isabeau on this one. It has all the themes of some great fairy tales that had to be twisted and reconfigured for our demented realm of dark tickling fiction. Please hold on to your seat and embrace this nightmare...

Little Red Running Hood-
Dirty little Duets Volume 2



Abigail bitterspoon trotted happily towards the woods with an empty fruit bucket in one hand, and her daddy's rifle in the other. Her long Auburn hair bounced happily along as she made her way through town. At the tender age of 22, she found herself to be the fancy of nearly all the menfolk in town, including the married ones! Her beautiful face, long legs, and the natural and overwhelmingly sexy curves of her body were the main reason why. Hell, even when her bare feet were playfully slapping the river's surface, the sight of them were powerful enough to turn a few perverted heads in town. Needless to say, she was a hottest maiden around.

And such a friendly and quite noble girl was this little beauty! Always giving to the poor, and offering her youthful skills to the older and slightly less skillfull members of town. Growing up under her father's shadow had given her the extra push to outdo people's expectations of her, and always push ten times the effort in everything she did. Her father was an expert marksman of the area, and had served this town well in regards to keeping meals in their bellies and savage beasts far away from innocent blood. Her mother was nothing but a memory for her now, for she had passed on a few years after she was brought into this world.

She had a sister too, but she lived far away from this place and hardly spoke to what was left of her family. This was her older sister Farrah that I speak of. She never recovered very well from the loss of her mother, and absolutely hated her father for what he did to animals. She couldn't even stand to look at his face anymore after accidentally stumbling into the art of degutting one of his hundreds of kills in the woods one afternoon.

Abigail smiled happily as she left town and made her way through the trees of the surrounding forest. She had been here before, and was fully aware of the dangers she faced with each visit. Being attacked by animals, or kidnapped by local slavetraders, or having her pretty throat slit from ear to ear was just scratching the surface pimples in regards to the dangers that surrounded her now. She knew what she was doing and felt confidence in her actions. She knew these trails like the soles of her feet, and had never been in a single spot in these woods where she could honestly say that she didn't know how to get home from there.

Of course, that rather large and slightly modified rifle hanging on her left shoulder didn't hurt things either. Today, Abigail was gathering berries for a elderly couple in the center of town. A simple task for her to do that brought incredible joy to a person who simply couldn't do it themselves. Running through an open meadow area always brought a smile to her face. The tall grass would find a way of slithering up her dress and tickling her thighs. This always brought such a mischeivious smile to that cute face of hers.

The run through that meadow lead her directly into a heavy patch of tall trees. They towered above her with incredible height, and forced the entire area below into the darkness. It was easily the most nerve racking part of the trip, but it never stopped her before. She knew that once she made it through the Dark patch, the rest of the trip was a piece of apple pie.

Minding her steps for hunter traps, she carefully crept through the darkened woods. Abigail heard nothing but the sounds of dead silence from all angles around her. Her ears were always perked up like that of a kitten as she slowly tip toed between a few rocks that litered the trail. To the left up ahead were the discarded remains of a deer. Blood splattered rocks and torn chunks of damp looking flesh told a story of a surprise attack and a very messy kill. It started at the poor thing's throat.

Must've been wolves...


Her blue eyes were wide with fear now as she felt her body trembling. Abigail glanced around the area surrounding the bloody ruins as she slowly placed her father's weapon in both hands. Something was watching her now... She could feel something watching her...

Panicked thoughts and heavy vibrations in her chest were getting louder now. It was getting harder and harder to hold back the steady flow of tears welding up behind her eyes. Her face lost most of its color, and she could hear her heart beating through her chest. Her trembling fingers carefully cocked the rifle into kill mode, and she slowly raised herself from that kneeling positions.

She had to keep moving... No turning back now...

Gulpling back a building amount of salvia, Abigail took a few nervous steps towards the direction of the wood's best kept secrets. She still felt something watching here, only the silence of the area was enough to make you feel as if you were the only living thing within ten miles. It was such a horrible feeling.

Up ahead was that old familiar fork in the trails that lead into two entirely different sections of this massive woodland area. On the left, two large trees were oh so slightly parted away from each other to give the traveler just enough wiggle room to squeeze through. She'd have to take her shoes off if she chose this route though for the mud in this area would surely destroy those beautiful satin and silk sneakers of hers.

And to the right, she'd have to plunge down a rather large hole in the earth that eventually shifted into a sort of man made waterslide. From there, a rush of chilly water would swiftly suck her up and then carry here into the river hidden deep in the belly of this forest. But what lies at the river's edge? Only time would tell. This choice required the loss of more then just shoes unfortunately. For this choice, she'd have to strip down to nothing...

She decides to plunge down the rather large hole. looking around in trepidation, Abigail quickly undressed, taking everything off and leaving her in the suit she was born with. grabbing her rifle, but abandoning the fruit basket, she sits down, holds her breath and plunges down the hole..

"eeksssssssssss" she screams as she flies thru the hole going faster than she thought possible, and landing splash in the cold river.

Trying to rise up, she is carried downstream by the river. seeing a nearby log, she tries to float to it to grab it and also keep her rifle intact. as abigail reaches for the log, a sudden torrential wave sweeps over her and making her lose her grip on the rifle. panicking now, she quickly resurfaces and grabs out at the nearby floating log.

Shaking the water from her eyes, abigail catches her breath, hanging on for dear life to the log, and looks around as she is swept further downstream. abigail cannot believe what she sees. it almost looks like she has been transferred back in time to the days of medieval castles. she notices trees such as she has never seen before, with branches the size of most tree trunks back at home.

Swiftly carried further downstream, abigail is amazed at the types of wildflowers that she can also view. tall as small cabins, swaying in the wind, with feathery spiky like petals that made her toes curl. she was both intrigued and frightened by all that she saw, wondering where on earth she was. suddenly the log crashed into the bank as the river had ended. looking

up abigail's eyes opened wider than pie saucers..


She was staring at her Father's house, or whatever was left of it. Drenched in the dirty water of the river and naked, Abigail threw herself onto the shoreline and rolled onto her belly. Her father's little cottage was standing in the center of a large and open field. Tall grass swayed softly in the wind, and the sky behind her had an eerie amber glow in the horizon. Although this house seemed familiar enough, she knew there was something terribly wrong here.

It just wasn't the same house she grew up in, and besides, where were the neighbors? Where was that little well she and her sister always played near? Had she dreamed all of those memories, or was this what remained.

Panic set in, and Abigail once again felt the chill of being naked as the whispering winds casually graced the tall grass. Covering her beautiful private parts with the palm of her right hand, and throwing her left arm across her breasts, Abigail slowly walked towards the slightly open front door.

Heavy looking chunks of the front porch were scattered all about her path as she made her way there. The front windows had been bashed inward, and there was evidence of a fire sometime ago. This was looking bad. She started feeling terrible for even leaving in the first place. Without her daddy's rifle, the level of confidence she once carried had shrunk down to merely crumbs of what it once was. Then, something familiar sounding caught her ear... It was a young girl's laughter...

She peered into the darkened doorway as she took the first step towards walking inside her father's house. That laugh sounded so familiar.

"Hah ahea ehaeaehae aeha ahea no!! No! haeha haea eah wait!!! WAIT!!!!!"

She froze in her tracks. A shade of pale white slowly invaded her reddish pink cheeks and turned her lips a shivering shade of blue. That laughter was more then just familiar, it actually belonged to her. Nervous tension and building anxiety told her to run and hide. There was something very bad here, and the best idea was to get away from it as far as possible. Her heart pounded with bewilderment as she pondered her next move.

"Hha AHAH HAA haha Ha aahA AHAHA HA YoU'll Have TO sToP!!! hAHAA heae ahaae aeh Help me some..ahea eheaha SOMEONE!!!"

As the nervous tension and fear washed over her, she began regaining composure and once again felt a trickle of that courage filling her up once again. She couldn't just run from this and spend the rest of the day wondering what she could have seen. Nervously, Abigail grasped the door and swiftly pulled it back. She peered her pretty head inside and called out into the darkness.

"Hello?" She shouted.

Her echo was the only response. As she ventured closer and closer towards entering the house completely, a heavy wind was picking up just outside. The cold and murky waters of the river were splashing violently against the shorelines, and the tall grass was practically shoved to the soil from the pressure of the building storm. In the heavens above, those calming clouds were now morphing in shape and color. They were a darkish blue now, and appeared to be moving rather steadily towards the west.

Abigail still wasn't completely inside the house though. Her left leg from the buttcheek down was stil anchored to what was left of the porch as she continued peering in to find the source of this tortured laughter. She just had to know or it would be eating at her forever. She was tired of running away from things...

She inhaled, and stepped completely inside the little cottage. The door instantly slammed shut and activated about thrity to forty different shaped locks. As they continued to snap and clamp the front door shut, she turned to face what had mde all those unhappy giggles that sounded as if they were coming from her own mouth. A red light peeked through the crack beneath her sister's bedroom and slowly grabbed at her curosity. She had to know...

Pulling the door back revealed something that we usually only see in nightmares. She gasped at it the horrible display in shock. She was staring at herself, only this wasn't a mirror she was peering into here. It was another one of her, or maybe it was her from earlier. She was so confused and horrified at what was happening to her!

Abigail's naked body had been crammed into a full sized human bird cage with enough space just to squeeze her in. Her massive breasts were pressed hard against the bars of the cage as was the side of her face. A thin red blindfold made of leather had stolen her vision, and thicker looking strips of leather worked to tether her arms to each other behind her shoulders. They too were pressed against the cage's bars. The cheeks of her trembling butt were also pressed firmly into the bars, and in this case, one of them was actually forced inbetween those beautiful buns of hers. Her legs were spread wide open, and were forced to stick out of two little doorways on the cage itself. Each of her ankles had been placed in what appeared to be individual stocks made out of giant chunks of salt. Her bare feet were locked into each one of these things on either side of her. I only wish that was the horrifying part.

Fast moving tongues slithered and slathered up and down her salt covered toes and the soles of her bare feet. With each slurp, Abigail would through her head back as far as it would go and howl with unholy laughter. She was covered in drool and completely beside herself.

"Ha HA AHA haae aeha HAE AEH!AH HEY!!! HELP ME!!! hae HHAEHAE haehahea hHAHEAH ahehaeaae!!"

But she couldn't move. Fear had bolted her own bare feet to the floor. She couldn't take her eyes of those terrible things tickling her feet. Those rotting and cold black eyes were glancing all about the room as they continued to enjoy a nice salty snack. Their nostrils flared out and often sprayed a healthy dose of snot and black tar against the floor in a heavy thud as they continued their work. The antlers still looked fresh on one of them, but the other one had a few pieces missing off one of them. Kind of like the one her daddy had on display just above the fireplace...

She glanced up to where she normally saw this trophy, but realized it was gone! All that remained was the wooden plate that once was behind it!

One of them shoved all five of her rapidly wiggling and little pudgy pink toes into it's black covered mouth and slurped them all at once.

"HhhHHAHAA ahaha ehaea HAE AEHA haeaehheah aehhae aehaehaehaheah ahehaea STOP!!!! I BEG YOU!!!!!!"

With no bodies to get in their way, the deer heads continued to tickle this version of herself into madness. Abigail felt faint and slowly staggered backwards. This was proving to be a little too much for her to handle. She had to get out of here!

Shoving her way through the pitch black house, she accidentally tripped over a log pile and slammed herself against the wooden floor. She landed hard and with a heavy thud on her right side. Getting on her hands and knees, she carefully crawled completely naked across her living room floor towards the front door. She had almost made it before she felt a cold hand wrapping around her left ankle. She turned to see what it was, but didn't have the chance. Whatever had grabbed her quickly pulled her body into a huge purple bag made of velvet.

"HEY!!!!! UNHAND ME AT ONCE!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" She screamed as she struggled with the body bag. That hand was now two, only the second one was warm and moist.

They worked in unison to successfully pull her barefeet out of the bag's opening before wrapping several ropes around her ankles. Now, only Abigail's dirty barefeet could be seen. The kidnapper softly through Abigail over it's right shoulder and proceeded towards the door.

Outside the house was a pretty little blonde with nothing but evil intensions written all over her. She also had a bag of money in her hands. The strange woman appeared to dressed in a darkened pink cloak of some kind. The hood covered most of her face, but those black colored lips could be seen bearing such an evil grin. Her fingernails were long, and seemed to be glowing a deep purple.

"Very good." She said, clapping her hands.

She pointed towards a little boat sitting at the edge of the river. It was swaying back and forth with the rocking waves.

"I told you she'd fall for that house trap." The kidnapper said with a chuckle.

"I can see why they call you the big, BAD wolf." She said, lightly petting his dark fur.

"Now, be a good boy and load her into my little vessel. I simply can't wait to get my fingertips on this one!" She said, wiggling her pointy fingertips over those pretty and wildly wiggling barefeet sticking up through that bag.

She was loaded into the boat, and they were off. A very bizarre dungeon deep in the heart of these woods awaited Abigail, and this strange tickling obessed woman could hardly wait to get started...

As the boat softly landed next to the dock, this strange lady whistled for her two house maidens to come from the huge looking wooden mansion and help her carry the newest toy inside.

Abigail felt herself being lifted out of that boat and into the arms of two women. She then struggled like a wild woman trying to get free.

"Damn it let me go now, or you will pay" she fired off angrily at the two women. They just smiled at each other and then looked at their Mistress who gave a nod.

Abigail let out a yelp as they suddenly dropped her to the ground. she fought to get out of the suffocating velvet body bag. the two hand maidens lifted the bag from abigail and quickly tied her wrists firmly behind her back with plenty of rope and jerked her to her feet. they then undid the ankle ropes binding her.

"Where am I? What do you want with me? Let me go now" Abigail cried. the little blonde petite woman came up to abigail and slapped her across the face.

"Not another word out of you my dear newest slave." and with that the woman took a ball gag from the nearest handmaiden. abigail seeing that, kept her mouth clamped as tightly as she could.

The Mistress smiled an evil smile, and reached up and tickled abigail lightly on her abdomen. abigail eeped and in the process opened her mouth, in which the Mistress quickly pushed the gag in abigail's protesting mouth. and strapped it behind her head with clamps.

"Now that is much better" the Mistress replied. next she took a black thick collar from one of the two handmaidens and fastened it around abigail's neck with a leash attached.

For the first time abigail looked up to see what sort of residence she had been brought to deep within the forest. her eyes grew wide as set before her was what appeared to be a medieval castle. giving the leash to the nearest handmaiden, the Mistress began walking towards the castle. abigail had no choice but to follow as she was being led closer and closer to her new home.

Stumbling on the rough surface of the ground, strewn with rocks and pebbles that cut into her bare, soft soles of her feet, abigail tried to think of a way out of this nightmare. ever since plunging down that deep hole, her world had changed dramatically. and it was only going to get worse.

As she was led into the front hall, she stopped in utter amazement. the castle was brilliantly lit with torches and chandeliers. in the middle of the great hall was a huge buffet table, piled high with food the likes of which abigail had never seen before. but what really made her shake and tremble was the cages strewn around the hall, hanging from the ceiling. inside these cages were nude women, chained and gagged and looking non too comfy.

Abigail's eyes grew wider and wider as they finally rested on her new Mistress.

"Welcome to my castle of giggles and fun. i promise you i will get much amusement from my new toy" laughing wildly, the Mistress suddenly pushed back the hood which had been covering most of her face, revealing her


one and only sister...

"Farrah?" She called out nervously.

"I see you have yet to forget me little sister." She said gleefully.

The tension running between Abigail's family was always considered hardcore, but never in a million dreams could she have thought her older sister would go as far as kidnapping her this way! The handmaidens watched the family reunion unravel itself to Abigail as they held firmly to that leash attached to the collar around her neck.

"Looks like daddy had some bad news come his way didn't he Abby." Farrah said as she ordered on of those pretty blonde hand maidens on all fours.

She handed the leash to the redheaded maiden and dropped on all fours without a minute os hesistation. Then with her rear high in the air, she crawled willing and offered herself as a human seat for the lovely rear end of her mistress.

"You leave our father out of this you rotten whore!" Abigail said without even the slightest blushing of the cheeks.

She only smiled at the tauntings of her baby sister and ignored her anger completely.

"Any idea where he has run off to?" Farrah asked with a cold stare.

The idea that she expected her to say anything about where their father was hiding brought a chuckle up from her belly and a huge smile across her pretty face.

"Like I'd tell you if I knew anything." Abby shouted, crossing her arms.

Farrah smiled at the rebellious attitude from her sibling and softly petted the
head of her human chair.

"Abby has such ticklish body parts my slaves. You really must see her reactions to torturous ticklings!" Farrah said as she recalled all those tickle attacks she had served her little sister in the past.

"Is that what this place is? A place of torture and misery by the looks of it. This madness all around you has finally stolen your brain away has it not?" Abby screamed towards her older sister.

"Now now. Torture is such a cruel little word is it not. I was thinking more along the lines of keeping you laughing for a few hours. Does that sound like torture to you Abby girl?" She said as she wiggled her fingertips at the frightened face of her newest captive.

Instead of firing back some more arguements, Abigail Bitterspoon took notice of her maiden losing interest in the leash she was holding and decided the chance to escape had to be taken now. She yanked the leash hard and pulled the cute little maiden towards her with mighty force. She was shocked and caught off guard to the point that she lost her footing and fell flat on her face at Abigail's feet. With the leash freed, Abby immediately darted off to the left and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.

Farrah leaned back and laughed her head off as she watched this scene unfold. It was as if she already knew there was no escape from the depths of this fowl smelling dungeon of suffering. On the other hand, she did immediately inform the guards that a prisoner was trying to escape and needed to be recaptured. T

wo machines nearly eight feet in height and covered from head to toe in black armor stood at attention and immediately gave chase to the little prisoner. But Abby was fast and extremely well trained in the arts of hide and go seek. She could almost vanish right into thin air if she wanted to, or if a good hiding spot wasn't already taken by something else. She found a perfect little corner of darkness and quickly curled herself into a little ball to fit in it. She remembered to breathe from her nostrils only now and to keep her eyes closed. Abigail would now use her ears to stay out of sight.

The sounds of heavy thumping and stomping in the distance began drawing closer and closer now. The massive pulleys and drive belts inside the chests of Mistress Farrah's prison guards could be heard winding down as the two massive monsters stepped quietly into the darkened hallway leading to the Valley of Troubled Soles. Their heads scanned left and right in perfect precision with one another as they searched for Abigail. With any luck, they'd have the prisoner captured and returned to their mistress before she could blink an eye. The sounds of high heels clicking hard against the stone floors of this twisted castle brought forth the Mistress's head director of tickling torture, the one and only Mistress Tragic.

She was a daughter of the king by day and a cruel and unforgiving tickling mad woman by night. The idea of driving anyone insane by finding their weakness and highlighting it over and over and over again brought her to such levels of pure estasy. She lived this double life to the knowledge of only two people in her life. One of those people was her Mother and Queen of the this great land, and the other was the only other Mistress she'd ever take orders from, and that of course was Mistress Farrah.

"I know she's in here somewhere boys." She said as she tapped her heels against the floor.

The droids continued their scanning and prepared for an instant capture of this lost prisoner if they got the chance. The lovely Mistress Tragic had long swaying black hair that had been tied and braided into several hundred little tails that appeared like leather whips. She was nearly six feet tall barefooted, and had all the features of a princess from a handfull of fairy tales. But here in this place, she left the crown at the door and replaced it with thigh high leather boots and black lipstick.

So far, so good for Abigail. She had remembered all the details from her father's lessons about hiding from predators in the woods. It appeaed that listening to him was really paying off now. However, she wasn't quite as careful as she could have been I'm afraid. She had made extra sure that every single inch of her body was curled up and tucked into that little corner nearest the far left wall under the heavy crates filled with jars of blue liquid and bearing the name SinusCorp on the side. She made sure that her breathing was through the nose only, and that her eyes were closed just in case she was freaked out by something she saw. It might have caused her to yelp out and give away her position. Unfortunately though, she did forget one little detail...

A sudden tug on the exposed leash jolted Abigail's little body into shock as she was pulled from the dark corner in which she hid so carefully. It was Mistress Tragic's boots who greeted her now as she was pulled into the light under the closest opened window. Pale moonlight bathed her naked body and revealed her to those cumbersome guards. They immediately sprang into action and launched several trapping nets at the little prisoner. As if timed perfectly, the minute Abigail sprang to her feet to run., her left and right side were both hit and then entangled in these twisted spider like webs of rope.

"No!! No please!!" She shouted as she tried fighting her way through the terrible tangles of white rope.

Mistress Tragic stepped back and admired her pretty little body wriggling and struggling within those webs as if she was a black widow eyeing her lunch. She smiled with such evil intensions as she licked her darkened lips. Her pussy was warming up again, and her clit was on fire. Her perversions were almost enough to be considered a split personality complex because when she began having those naughty feelings, she found it hard to fit this erotic urge to pleasure herself and forget about it all. But, she to maintain some control for the moment. After all, she wasn't the Mistress of this castle....yet....

After the web ropes had worked Abigail into a little muffled human ball, she playfully began rolling poor Abigail down slowly down the hallway. As she pleaded and begged to be released, Mistress Tragic pulled a thin blue rod from her side and stopped in the center of this hallway. She turned to the robotic guards slowly following her now...

"I want you to report to Mistress Farrah that our prisoner is under control and in the dungeon. Do not tell her that I'm taking the prisoner into the Valley of Troubled Soles like you two normally would. I know that would be protocal and all, but I'm instructing you to do as I say this time. Do I make myself clear?" She asked sternly.

They seemingly agreed and started turning to walk away. The heavy sounds of their footsteps trailed outward and got harder and harder to hear. She waited until they could no longer be heard before taking that rod up to her lips and kissing it. She then used her fingertips to engage the electric mode from within this little rod and found herself gitty with excitement as she turned her attention to the moorphing and struggling human ball at her heeled feet.

Slowly as to not accidentally prewarn her little bundle of joy of anything to come, Mistress Tragic carefully lowered the tip of that live wired shocking rod towards her perky little rear end.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!

That little ball came to life oh so quickly to the tantalizing touches of that buzzing little rod. Every place that cruel Princess touched on Abigail's bound and bundled naked body received a little electric shock. She yelped with anguish with every single stroke until she started realizing exactly what this bitch was doing.

"Time for you to get a little tour of our dungeons." She said as she again touched the buzzing rod to the small of her back.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!! Stop this at once!!!" She shouted with all her might.
But to Abigail's dismay, her body couldn't help but to be jolted forward with each and every shock. As her body would react this way, she'd end up rolling forward a few inches. In other words, Mistress Tragic was shocking her little bundle of joy in exactly the direction she wanted her to go. From the distance, the view of the Mistress softly touching her stick next to the slowly moving human ball was something you could only experience in this realm of madness.

On the other side of things, those guards were now at the feet of their almighty leader. Without delay, they both informed Mistress Farrah that the prisoner was now in the hands of the dungeon manager. Throwing out all advice from Mistress Tragic, those taddle telling droids immediately gave in and told the full truth to the slightly unamused and increasingly angry little Mistress.

"Do me a favor and retrieve Mistress Tragic for me boys. I need to speak with her immediately..." She said sternly.

They immediately complied with their orders and drove off down the halls towards the dungeons.

When they both came around the corner, their motors ceased up immediately and they froze in their tracks. Their eyes scanned the individual standing in the center of the darkened hallway. Who would have thought that Abigail actuallly got off on receiving shocks, and that it only made her stronger than ever?


Mistress Tragic was now in the nets, curled in a small ball, with Abigail poking her rather large butt...

"Seems your Mistress underestimated the powers of my will" Abigail says satirically.

Laughing and continuing to poke the Tragic lady...

"Attack her now!!!" cries the trapped Mistress.

"Dont just stand there like robots." Abigail, seeing the robots begin to charge, ran like the wind.

"Get me out of here first, I need to capture that bitch again, and I wont use any shock when I get my hands on her" cried the Mistress..

The robots quickly got her from the weblike mesh and she struggled to her feet with their help.

"Well well, what do we have here?" laughed Mistress Farrah, who had run after the robots.

"We dont have time to stand around laughing, Abigail has escaped yet again , now help me capture her once and for all" screamed Mistress tragic, stamping her foot for emphasis.

At those words, they all began running in the direction in which Abigail had taken off to..

Abigail, in the meantime, running and constantly looking back, failed to notice a mirror which seemed to appear out of nowhere. as she continued to run straight towards it, the mirror...

The mirror engulfed her and she found herself back where she started, facing both Mistress Farrah and Mistress tragic.

"Grab her now and bring her to the dungeon" both Mistresses cried at once.

Abigail fought like a mad woman but to no avail, as the two gigantic robot thingies reached out and grabbed her wrists and ankles and swiftly enabled her helpless. picking up torches, the Mistresses preceeded Abigail and her captors through a nearby door with several stone steps leading down into pitch darkness.

Abigail struggled and twisted but couldnt get loose from the iron hard grasps of the robots. fearing the worst, she cried out

"If father knew what you were up to , Farrah, he would disinherit you"

"Omg! Do you think I give two craps about that? Besides, I have the one thing he loves above all other things in this world and I am so going to enjoy what will happen to you soon, dearest sister" with that, Farrah swept the torch around the room and Abigail, from the position of being held vertically in the air, could see where the torch was pointing.

"Behold the dungeon of torturous delight" laughed Farrah. Abigail's eyes opened wide as she saw ....


Nothing because she immediately closed them tightly. She didn't feel like looking just yet...

Abigail kept her eyes tightly closed and tried to block everything out. She suddenly felt those horrible feelings of panic and nervous tension filling her mind again, and again she felt like running away like she always did.

Tragically, running away from this problem wasn't one of the options. She was trapped and she knew it. She also knew that Farrah would stop at nothing when it came to finding their father. She'd probably try and torture the information out of Abby and she knew this aswell. But in what form would the torture come to our dearest Abigail? Would she be beaten and spanked with the oaks of a mighty vessel? Would her feet be burned as she was forced to stand and tip toe around on hot coals? Would she be plunged under ice water and held there until her lungs hit the bursting point?

Trembling and struggling lightly, Abby closed her eyes tightly and embraced herself for the tortures to come.

"Shall I start it up Mistress?" Tragic asked with a smile as she softly played with Abigail's long brown hair.

Mistress Farrah gave the accepting nod and then turned to her little sister. Her heels clicked hard against the floor of this cold place as she came closer to the robots holding their special guest.

This dungeon was what you might consider all walls and no balls. I mean, this dump was almost completely empty. There were no menacing tools of torture hanging from the walls to threaten your soul. There weren't any other slaves bound and naked and hurdled up inside little human sized birdcages around you. Not even a few chains hanging from the rafters above you! This place was hardly what you'd call a dungeon. Oh, there was one piece of interest in the center of this room that I should mention. It was an iron suit red in color and standing at least six feet tall.

It looked extremely old, but very solid and secure at the same time. The webbings of the locals could be seen softly wavering back and forth as the robots and Mistresses moved about in the room. The air was stiff and smelly down here, but fitting for the behavior you'd normally be involved in should you be down here in the first place.

"Abby darling, I'm going to give you one last chance..." Mistress Farrah explained as she motioned Mistress Tragic to pull something special from a concealed hidden spot within the brick walls.

She immediately nodded, and then sort of hobbled towards that special area.

Her ass was still stinging from earlier and walking didn't make things any better.

"Where is he?" She asked softly, only this time there was no grin to accompany her request.

Abigail glanced at the iron suit in the center of this horrible place, and then square into the eyes of her big sister.

"Eat my ass." She said with a little chuckle.
Apparently, she was the only one who found the comment to be amusing.

Mistress Farrah's eyes were filled with the silent rage that she didn't express with words. She didn't need to with those eyes.

"Very well. You have chosen the harder path to travel. For this, I pity you..." She said sternly.

Mistress Tragic fiddled around with those stones a little longer before returning to her Mistress with the hidden treasure. In this case, it was a golden chasity belt...

"I will lock you into this suit for several hours before we begin. You will be wearing these iron panties so I hope you don't need to use the rest room for the next few hours." She said with a grin.

"Then when the clock strikes midnight, we will return. I'll have my fingertips ready for that oh so ticklish body of yours and so will Mistress Tragic. We'll tickle you for hours and hours and hours until we get bored of listening to you sob and beg and cry and laugh. At that point, I'll ask you again."
Abigail listened nervously but held her ground as Farrah walked in a circle around her as she talked. Mistress Tragic was leaning against the fall wall just staring at her in amazement. She was so jealous...

"If you decide to continue to disobey me, then we'll move on to phase 2." She pressed her lips softly against her little sister's ears as she continued to say..

"And just so you know full well of the situation you're in, I'll tell you that there isn't a phase after that. If phase two doesn't work then I'll have run out of reasons to keep you alive..." She said without even the slighest emotion.

Abby listened in total shock to her sister. It seemed that a horrible evil had clamped down on her soul and had turned her heart solid black. She was no longer anyone's sister, or anyone's daughter for that matter. Farrah was nothing more then a monster now...

"Tragic, please hand me those panties." Mistress Farrah instructed.
-With that, Abigail was forced into a chasity belt and then shoved into this

full body iron suit that seemed to shrink down small enough to pack her in real tightly. She remained barefoot, and her pretty face was forced through the open face plate on the helmet itself. The soft pinkish white cheeks of her sexy butt were forced through two holes in the suit's rear end. It seemed that the entire suit was made up of hundreds of different panels that could be removed at any time. I think that must have something to do with why most of her little body was packed inside and completely sealed. Noone could tickle someone like this anyway. Well, except her feet.

She was sweating like a pig in that thing now. It felt as if she was being cooked from the inside out. The suit itself wouldn't allow her to move a muscle. Her arms were held down at her sides, and she could only stare directly out in front of her. Her lips were dry and she needed water so badly. She actually might have given her father up for a tall lemonade at that very moment in time. No, no she couldn't do that either. Not only did she want nothing to do with her sister and definately did not want to help her hurt their father, but more importantly, she didn't know where he was either...

Five miserable hours, twenty seven minutes, and thirty four seconds later:

That small window in the door of this dungeon started lighting up . She could smell the burning torches from here as the two terrible women started their approach towards Abigail's holding cell. All had been complete and total darkness for Abigail up until that very moment. Seeing the light worked as both relief and terrible anguish all at once. She knew this is where her stay in this awful castle was about to get much, much worse.

"Hello little one." Mistress Tragic said with a grin as she kneeled before the doorway.

Mistress Farrah was dressed to Tickle in a full feathered gown. It looked as if a hundred hawks were killed to make this really stupid looking gown come together based on the amount of feathers you'd see covering Farrah's body.

She was completely bare foot this time. Mistress Farrah had mounted two long red feather just behind both her ears. She slowly entered the room and walked in a circle around her sweating little sister.

"You look very comfortable Abby. Need a few minutes to prepare yourself?" She asked.

With a trembling lip and a pair of watering eyes, Abigail looked up at her sister and begged...

"Please... I need to use the bathroom.. Please Farrah..." She begged nervously.

The room remained silent for merely seconds before the feathered Mistress burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"You little fool! I'm shocked you had the guts to even ask!" She said as she waved her finger.

"But I'm afraid your request is declined. You can soil yourself right in there my little one." She said with an evil smile.

Mistress Tragic was looking a little more princess then she was earlier. Her hair was freed of those hundred little braided whips and was now more elegantly styled. Plus, she was wearing very little makeup now. No signs of that tragically black makeup that had covered her pretty face from earlier. It had been washed away. In fact, she was still wearing her little diamond teara as she got up from her knees and entered the room. There was royal business in the castle that evening, and she had to be present for it. But, now it was all over and done with. She snuck back out of the castle and into the woods towards this castle.

After a long night of kissing people's asses and having her ass kissed and admired by every prince in the entire kingdom, she was now she was ready to play. She too was wearing a costume similar to her ever loving Mistress.

"Princess, are you ready to play the game?" Mistress Farrah asked her partner in cruelity.

"You know I am." She replied happily.

Both women stopped what they were doing and stepped directly in front of the suit that held the tormented Abigail. She whined out loud and called to her sister as they stepped back another three or four steps from the suit itself.

"Please!! Please let me go!!" Abigail shouted out.

Obviously, those requests were disregarded by the feathered freaks standing before her. Mistress Farrah turned to her partner and offered her the chance to go first.

"Wow! I'm so grateful that you offered me the chance to go first. Why thank you Mistress." Tragic said with a smile.

As she stepped forth to begin, her nose was immediately ceased by the quick fingers of Mistress Farrah and she was brought to her trembling knees before she even knew what hit her.

"Silly little slave. You forgot your place here don't you? Let me remind you that your place is at the soles of my feet! You are just a slave here and can just as easily end up in that suit! Are you hearing me Princess??!?" She shouted into her ears.

"I understand Mistress!! Please accept my apology! I am so terribly sorry and will never do this again! I swear it!" She said in a pain striken and high pitched sounding voice as Mistress Farrah increased her nose hold.

"How DARE you accept my offer to put me second to you! I am second to NOONE!" She shouted, squeezing her nose a little harder now.

Trembling, Mistress Tragic glanced up at Farrah sorrowfully as she offered her deepest apologies.

"I think you'll service me for the rest of the evening with that sharp tongue of yours Princess. Maybe a few hours between my legs will remind you of your place in my castle!" She said as she released her nose and shoved her head aside.

Abigail stared at Mistress Tragic as she raised herself to her feet. A few of those feathers had sprung out of her costume and were now scattered against the floor beneath her. Apparently Farrah was fooled by the apology, but Abby could see that the princess was hardly sorry for what she had done.

"I'll begin now." Mistress Farrah explained to Abigail.

With that, she pointed her arms and hands upwards towards the ceilings of this dungeon and said the words of black magic over and over again until the palms of her hands were glowing an eerie shade of blue. Her eyes seemed to have the same effect as her hands for they too were now shining blue. She then dropped her arms and faced the palms of her hands towards that prison suit that Abigail was trapped inside. Mistress Farrah then shouted-

"L7 8 high!"

"WoooaaahH!!" Abigail screamed as the entire body of armor jolted forward and then lifted into the air.

Mistress Farrah smiled and stepped back as she waited for the suit to position itself as she had instructed. It didn't take long for the suit to comply! In seconds, the shoulders of the suit lowered themselves to the ground. Abigail screamed out in fear as her legs were lifted up and curled until the heels of her feet were pressed against the back of the helmut. The armored arms of the suit immediately spread out and held outward and completely straight

Abigail looked a like an armor pretzel at this point, but the suit was far from finished. It was now time to see how many panels would now open up based on the position Mistress Farrah had chosen.

Apparently Mistress Farrah had chosen a dud position. Only two panels slid open to reveal parts of Abigail's constricted little sweating body. The inner thigh panel on her left leg slid back and revealed a ticklish zone, and then the shoulder panel covering Abby's left shoulder slid back.

"Drat. That sucked." Mistress Farrah said as she walked towards her little pretzeled sister.

She sat indian styled next to Abby's frozen stiff legs and wiggled her soft and rapidly moving fingertips across the flesh of that exposed thigh.

"Farrah!! No! No please!!!" She shouted out in anguish. The flood of giggles were being held back by a very thick wall at this point.

"Tickle, tickle little spider!" She said as she now placed two fast moving hands up and down that trembling little thigh.

"FARRAH!! AHAH aehae HAE AEHAEA HEAEEA NO!! HAHEA EAHHA AHEA EHAHEAH!!!" She shouted out as the once thick wall suddenly burst open and the flood of chuckles and screams poured out of her.

She studied her wiggling feet so closely now as she continued her assault on that poor inner thigh. Abigail was crying hysterically and thrown into hysterics as she tried fighting off those terrible and overwhelming feelings to laugh and struggle. She was just way to ticklish to show any signs of self control at this point.

"AhHAa heae aehae HEAHEA NO MORE!AHE haeae aeha stop!! STOP I TELL YOU!! hahea eaheae aehaea ehaea waaaaaaa!!! aheha eaehaeae aeahea I can't!! hahe aehaeahea eahea I can't breath!!!" She shouted desperately.

As her little sister continued her rants, Mistress Farrah lowered her head towards her left foot and pressed her nose against those soft little toes. Abby's toes immediately curled up and she started howling even louder.

"Hononhohoh hho ohohh no!! no there!! HAE AEHAEA NO PLEASE!! hahea ehaea eahea wait!! wait!!!!"

Too late though. In seconds, Mistress Farrah had taken her entire left heel into her mouth and was nibbling and sucking on it like it were a tasty treat.

"HAHA AHAEHAE AEHAE STOP IT!! AHEA EAEHAEA LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! AHEAE ASEHAEAHHA EAHEAAHEHA.!!"

Farrah's second hand left the other as it continued to tickle that exposed thigh. It was now venturing towards the bare foot of that right foot.

"Ha! No no oh no, no no!!!hHA AHEA AHEAA.. ::GAGGING:: HA EAHEAE HAHEA HEHAEOHH.... OHHH...."

However, the suit had different plans for the Mistress. It appeared that her time was up. Mistress pulled her fingers away just in time before the thigh panel quickly zipped back into place. As she rose to her feet, the iron suit suddenly lifted into the air and adjusted itself back to the original standing position.

"Hha ahea aehaea haheae haea no more... no more.." Abigail said over and over, apparently unaware that the tickling had stopped.

Mistress Farrah turned to the princess and frowned...

"Your move.."

The Tragix Princess nervously walked towards the single squared stone in the room where Farrah had been standing before. Before begining, she glanced back at Mistress Farrah and again offered her deepest apologies.

Then, just like the powerful mistress before her, she threw her arms high up into the air and said those delicate words of black magic!

That powerful blue glow quickly consumed her palms and her eyes before she once again faced the iron suit standing before her. She glared at it like a cat eyeing a frantically fleeing rodent. Without further adue, she opened her hands wide and shouted out her desired position.

"L6 9 low!! "

The iron suit almost immediately sprung into action and threw itself against the floor with Abigail's belly pointing towards the ceiling. The arms of the suit shot straight up and then connected with each other is if they were magnets. Abby's legs were soon to follow " suit "

Her legs were shot straight upward aswell until both her arms and legs were almost forming complete and straight lines. Then, with a mighty force, her arms were pushed back to the floor so that the helmet was sandwiched between the iron biceps. Her ankles caught the jitter bug and immediately headed to join where the wrists were. By the time it was all said and done, Abigail was on the floor with her rear end high and exposed. Her knees were almost pressing directly down against her face at this point.

"Aaaaaaahhh!! Please!! This is painful!! " Abigail groaned in desperation.
Slowly, the panels suddenly pulled back to reveal Mistress Tragic's tickling targets. In this case, she picked a winner! The panels along the sides of Abigail's ribcage suddenly sprang backwards to reveal and expose her ticklish sides from the breasts down to her hips. This was all she got, but it was definately a lot better then Mistress Farrah. If I were keeping score, I'd give that first point to Tragic.

Abby felt like a loser in this little game no matter who was winning! This just wasn't fair! Alas, she had to remain calm and pretend like it didn't tickle.. She had to be tough.. A big girl.. No running away remember? You've gotta be tough!

.....

" Hhahahaa AAHAHE AEHAE AEHAEAHA AEHAEA I'll haeha ehaeahea HEHEHA EHAE DO ANYTHING~!!!!"

Abby howled with desperation as Mistress Tragic sat on her thighs and casually tickled both sides of her body with those terrible fingertips. She softly humped the iron thigh armor of the suit as she inflicted the terrible tickling on this poor unfortunate and terribly helpless heroine.

"I'm going to make you laugh so hard, you'll wish you were dead!" She shouted as the tickling increased in speed. She kept changing patterns based on Abby's howls and cries, and the stronger and louder they were, the harder she'd hump those legs.

" H aeh AHEA Ehae aeh asehaeaehae aehah HAEHEAEHA haheaohhh... haheahe HAEHEH AEHA.............."

Oh shit....

It appeared that little Abigail couldn't quite handle this ticklish treatment and went ahead and passed out on them. Tragic didn't even notice until Mistress Farrah kindly brought it to her attention...

"She passed out you NITWIT!" Farrah shouted.

She leaned her head in along the right side and saw a sleeping beauty within the iron suit. She then turned around and landed a right hook to Mistress Farrah's left jaw, catching Farrah completely off guard, and knocking her out immediately..

"There, that will take care of that conniving bitch. Robots, tie her up tightly in the tightest hogtie you can, place gloves on her hands so she cant conjure up any magic and follow me" Turning to Abigail, Mistress Tragic said

"I'll be back for you presently, my love, don't go anywhere till I get back"

"Let me out of here you bitch you, or else!"Abigail screamed out

Tragic just cackled and started up the steps, with the robots carrying the unconscious Farrah in their arms, her being severly tied and her hands rendered useless. Tragic led the way back to the main hall, pulled on a chain hanging from the ceiling, and a bird cage began lowering to the ground, an empty birdcage...

"Stuff the manaic in here and gag her, make sure her hands are securely bound in the gloves and do it quickly before she comes around" The robots followed her orders.

In the meantime, Tragic lowered the occupied cages to the ground, opened them up, and released the naked girls.

"She's all yours girls, do to her whatever you please. Dont fear her magical powers, she is powerless without the use of her hands"

The former slave girls , after first stretching out their aching limbs, gave a shout of joy and anger, remember all the merciless tickling at the hands of their former Mistress..

Hurrying back down to the dungeon, Mistress Tragic told the robots to gather up Abigail, iron suit and all. She next waved her arms and they were magically transported to her own castle, in the deepest dungeon that the castle possessed. Abigail began a plea bargain

"Look, we both know my sister is absolutely crazy. You got your revenge on her, please let me go and I'll forget this ever happened. i honestly do not know where my father is.." Abigail pleaded desperately.

"Get her out of that iron suit and string her up here by her wrists and then leave us be" Abigail struggled against the iron strength of the robots but to no avail and cried out

"Why keep me now? I"m of no use to you" The robots proceeded to quickly secure her struggling wrists to the overhanging cuffs the hung from hooks in the ceiling, making quick work of it, even though Abigail was kicking and twisting around like mad. After she was safely secured and barely able to reach the floor on her tippy toes, Mistress Tragic turned to the robots and said

"Leave us now"

After they had left she turned to Abigail and said

"Alone at last. I could care less where your father can be found. All i'm interested in, is you and your deliciously ticklish body." Abigail, seeing a lustful look in Tragic's eyes screamed.

"Eww!! Keep away from me! I dont swing that way" as she swung back and forth in her bonds.

TRagic came up to Abigail, and lightly ran one pointed fingernail down her arm and back up..

"EEEks quit that, i'm ticklish"

"NO shit , sherlock" said Tragic as she suddenly flung her feather filled body against Abigail, wrapping her arms around Abigail, kissing her on Abigaill's reluctant mouth, and moving her body voluptously so that feathers began tickling Abigail in every conceivable area. Abigail, trying to avoid the unwanted kiss, eeked and giggled and got extremely mad.

"Yuck dont kiss me you prevert. I told you i dont swing that way" she tried to say, turning her mouth from Tragic's invading lips and also trying her hardest not to laugh, although Tragic never stopped her body from moving and those feathers touched in all Abigail's ticklish areas.

Tragic would move from the front to the back, rubbing her feathery type outfit all over Abigail's slender, but womanly figure.

"eeeskkkkkkkkk nooooooooooo that tickles so much" Abigail managed to squeak out as she twisted and turned, wondering how on earth she would escape this..


"Now lets see what other methods will work on you my tickle slave. I did tell you that from the first moment I set eyes on you I desired you for my very own tickle slave right?" Abigail looked at her with disbelief and started to say something but a sudden loud noise drew their attention upwards....

*
...and saw something smashing the glass of those roof windows as they came falling into the dungeon

!!Smash!! !!SLAM!!

Two familiar looking robots heads suddenly came flying through the roof!!!
Both Mistress Tragic and Abby stared at them in disbelief and incredible confusion....

As the heads of both robotic droids came crashing through the twin windows in the ceiling. With a heavy thud and the sound of a thousand little parts breaking into a billion pieces, those heads crashed Tragic's party and slowly rolled back and forth. Their eyes were still blinking and their mouths were slowly wagging back and forth as Mistress Farrah and her now leashed and on all fours slavegirls burst through the door to their left.

"Did I miss anything?" She said with a fowl tempered tone and dashingly dirty grin across her face.

Before Tragic had even the slightest chance to react, Farrah had already embraced her in a magical choking hold around her waist and throat. Her heeled feet slowly left the ground as she rose into the air gasping.

"I'm impressed Princess, but at the same time just a little bit dissapointed. I figured you would have held the guts to have killed me if you got your chance." Farrah said as she increased her grip.

Her only reply was a widening expression of sheer terror as she raised higher and higher above ground. Farrah was taking no prisoners this time. The slavegirls that were once freed from their cages were now kneeling at the feet of their Mistress in an effort to beg for forgiveness. Apparently,
Mistress Farrah decided that they would be allowed to live another day in the dungeons, but something like this could not simply happen without serious punishments. More on that later....

Abigail cried out to her troubled sister from her suspended position of bondage. She begged her not to hurt the fallen Princess and refused to just sit and watch someone be hurt this way. It was in her nature to be caring and generally good to other people. Farrah once held the same values, but tragically those values were now buried under a thick black coat of pure evil, relentless hatred, and overwhelming dirty perversions....

"Think I should release her little sister?" She asked with a smile as she stepped towards her suspended and naked sister.

Abby stared her down as she approached without fear and anxiety riding along this time. She had gone through far too much over the last few hours to just sit there and take this bullshit one second longer. She wasn't running anymore...

"I think you're a fool." Abby said without even the slighest flinch.

That definately got Farrah's attention! Almost immediately, she lowered

Mistress Tragic to the ground and tossed her against the wall with a swift push of force.

!!THUD!!

With a heavy sounding thud, Mistress Tragic bounced off the wall and landed hard against the floor face down. A few hanging pictures and a broom all fell the ground with their own tragic results in the process.

"Robots!! Tie her up so tight that even taking a breath will be a challenge!" She shouted to her droids.

The robots came rushing in, but instead of tying Mistress Tragic up tightly and waiting their next orders....

The headless droids slammed into every wall in sight until pretty much all of their robotic limbs were smashed into stubs and all of their circuit boards and bearings were either fried like an egg or splashing out of their bellies and causing puddles and puddles of parts below them.

Farrah just glanced at the two wastes of space and shook her head.

"Good help is hard to build these days." She said as she grabbed Tragic off the floor by her ankles and carried her towards her suspended little sister.

Without prior warning, Farrah quickly spun Tragic around and held her by her wrists. She then lowered her so that her back and butt rested perfectly against Abigail in her suspension. Now, both prisoners were butt to butt and hanging from their wrists.

The worst part of this whole situation was they both have now found themselves at the complete mercy of the slightly less then SANE Mistress Farrah. She slowly strolled around their suspended bodies as she studied their breasts and their legs. Farrah softly kicked one of those robot heads out of her way as she continued to visually rape her prisoners.

"What to do... what to do.." Farrah said over and over.

She started thinking out loud about their possible futures to give them a little thrill.

"I could untie you both and FORCE you into performing a little lesbian sex show for me." She said as she licked her lips.

Abby and Tragic both groaned and frown almost at the same exact second in time...

"I have the option of forcing you both in pleasing me for the rest of the evening. A few hour massage from the tongues of each of you, then I'd take turns sitting on your faces until I reached my orgasm goals. You may get a little sticky because I usually shoot for ten." She smiled at the growing anxiety in the faces of both of her special guests.

She then walked very close to both of their bodies and softly placed the palms of her hands on both of their taunt and helpless stomachs.

"I could try piercing your nipples and shaving your pussies with a blindfold over my eyes." She said with a questioning tone.

"No!! No please Farrah!! Please forgive me!!! Let us take your little sister to a realm of tickling madness that both you and I only know how to reach!!" Mistress Tragic screamed out as she wallowed in self pity.
Farrah smiled at her and then placed both of her hands on Tragic's waist.

"Are you saying you feel like tickling?" She asked as she started wiggling her fingertips deeper into her tauntly stretched and oh so terribly ticklish flesh.

"Ahhhaaa..... no!! Not me!! Her!" She pleaded as the tickling got worse.

"You know, I think you might be on to something here.." Farrah said as she starting tickling just beneath Tragic's size 34c hanging breasts. This brought an uproar of girlish giggles and her nipples to harden like stones.

"HAHA ahah aehaea h STOP!! hahe aehaeah aehha HAHEA haehaeha" She could no longer speak at this point.

Abby felt the bucking body bounce on and off her as she wailed and cried with angonizing laughter. She was defeated at this point. You could hear it in her laughter...

Farrah then decided to kneel as she let her hands slide along Tragic's ticklish hips.

"Oohhh!! ahe aeha aheaea No! no no no nono!! hahe aahhea ahehae aeha no nooo noo!!!" She screamed and screamed.

With each tickling motion, Tragic would involuntarily thrust forward and then slam her ass back onto Abby's.

"Oh, such a ticklish little princess! What's wrong Tragic, only used to being pampered back at the castle?" Farrah asked as she began tickling the poor woman behind both her knees!

"HA ha ha AHAHA EH aehahe aheaeh aeha aeha wait!! ::Coughing:: ahaeaeha deahea..haehae aeha haea waaaaaaiiii!!!!!"

Abigail listened in to this horrible display of tickling madness and wondered how long it would be before she returned to the spotlight. As much as she wanted to pretend tickling didn't bother her, she usually would break down within minutes and return to that babbling and laughing lunatic.

It was almost as if Farrah was reading her mind. Suddenly, Tragic wasn't laughing as hard...

Farrah got to her feet and grabbed the leashes of those misbehaving slavegirls.

"Come with me.." She instructed.

They crawled forward in the direction Farrah was taking them. In this case, they were walking towards Abby. When they reached her left side, Farrah softly whispered further instructions into their sensative ears.

Abigail sort of tensed up and got even higher on the tips of her toes as she stared her older sister right in the eyes.

"Abby darling, I'm afraid it has come to this once again." She explained.
The slavegirls suddenly were taking their positions. In this case, each one was kneeling with one of Abby's nipples in their mouths.

She tried pulling away, but that worthless bitch Tragic was actually helping to keep her steady by pushing against her with her own back! Can you believe it? She was still being loyal to Mistress Farrah after all that!?!

"This is the last time I'm going to ask you."

As she said this, Farrah simply placed her fingertips into the trembling hollows of her shaven armpits. These simple touches alone brought on girly gigglings and little tremors out of her little sister.

Giggling, but still angry, Abby replied with a spitwad...

!!Splash, squish!!

It hit Farrah directly in the face and slowly dribbled down her nose. She looked mighty pissed off this time. Suddenly, Abby felt a forceful grip around her throat. Her eyes bulged out like a cartoon and her nostrils flared as

Farrah increased her steady grip.

"No more games Abby. It was very nice knowing you all these years though." She smiled.

With that, she began to tickle the poor girl's armpits. She let her fingertips slide up and down those pits as if it was a little skater doing tricks in an empty pool. Up along the sides and into the core made Abby giggle the most!

"HA!!! HAHAHEAHEAhaheahea!!h aehahea eahea ahea ahea ::gagging:: ahea eaheha aehaeaHAHE AEHAE!!"

With every laugh though, her breathing became more and more troubled.

She cried out in agony as Farrah started in on her taunt little belly.

"Farrah!!! aheae aehae PLEASE!! AHEHAE AH aheahehaeae aehahe"

Breathing was becoming more and more of a challenge...

"Slaves, start sucking those nipples." She ordered.

As they slurped on those hardening nipples of hers, Abigail cried out one last attempt at saving herself just as Farrah was lifting one of her legs off the floor.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you where he is as long as you don't hurt him!!" She cried out as she fought back the laughter.

Farrah released her choking grip and focused on Abigail's sexy left foot. As she listened to Abby pleading and begging, she began to suck and nipple just along the sides of the foot itself and then into that soft cushion just beneath her line of wiggling toes. They were curling and then spreading out like fingers!

"OOHOHOHOHH AHEA EHA aheae HAHEA EAH AEHA!! NOT MY FEETT!!! HAHEAE A"

"Yes Mistress Farrah! Get those feet!" Tragic shouted from behind.

"You tell me where he is, and I'll consider letting you both live to tell the tale..." Farrah said as she starting tickling the sole of that wriggling foot with her talented fingertips.

"HAHEA ha eaheaea NO MORE!! HAEA EHA aheae aeha please!!" She screamed as she teetered back and forth while standing on one foot.

Finally, everything that was happening to pooy Abby had finally cracked it's way into her inner thoughts and was now making her go insane within her brain. She was losing it. She felt sexually turned on just as badly as she felt tortured.

She was in a horrid state of sexual limbo and at the same time couldn't stop giggling and laughing those agonized chuckles as her body reacted to the tickling from her older sister. Suddenly, the room itself got very hazy and sort of spun around a few times.

Abby was trying to stay focused on something.. anything! She couldn't!

Everything was spinning now and turning into a huge rainbow tornado! As she tried screaming out, she was suddenly finding herself going back in time through all of the horrible situations she had gone through over the last few hours. She was pulled back into that iron suit and twisted back and forth into different positions. Then, she was dragged through that magical mirror and shoved into that net once again.

Her mind recoiled in horror as she was now back in the boat. She was being shoved into the bag and then walked back into her father's house! She saw that horror show tickling scene once again before falling upwards into that hole she jumped into...

Then, she woke up screaming...




-Present day-2006-

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Abby screamed as her covered in sweat body came up from the sheets.

She glanced around her little room in confusion as she steadied her breathing and calmed down. She wasn't in the dungeon being tickled. It was only a terrible nightmare! She glanced around her room looking for her rifle, but instead she found a little red book entitled " Little Red Running Hood."

Apparently she was reading this twisted tale of fairy tale fiction just before going to bed!!!

Abigail felt incredible relief as she slowly made her way out of her cozy little bed and quickly slipped into her little pink robe. She slightly opened her bedroom door and saw that someone was up and in the kitchen.

"Abby darling!" Her father said and smiled as she peeked into the kitchen from the door.

Abby smiled and ran to her father as if seeing him for the first time!

"Woa! What's all this about girl?" He asked in confusion as he embraced her right back.

"Just happy to see you father." She said with a smile.

Her dad was a hunter, but didn't actually hunt animals. He was a insurance salesmen and was always hunting down the greatest and lowest prices on car insurance for his clients!

"You always were such a special one to me Abby." He smiled.
Abigail made her way to the kitchen sink and got some fresh apple juice from their fridge.

"Honey, do me a favor will you?" Her father asked as he turned on the HD- ready television set.

"What's that?" She asked back.

"Wake up your sister for me won't you?"

She nearly dropped her glass of Apple juice.

"She's here??!?" Abigail said startled as she turned to her father.

"Well of course she's here sweety." Her father said with a confused smile.

This was crazy. She was positive that her older sister had fled on the family! Or was that just part of that crazy dream she had.As those thoughts from her bad dream came floading back into her mind. Trembling, but not letting her father see her fear, she nodded in agreement as she walked out of the kitchen.

She made her way down the long hall and towards the closed door of her sister Farrah...

Slowly, she opened the door...

There was Farrah in her bedroom sleeping like a princess in a room that couldn't get any dirtier. Her walls were covered with posters from all the concerts she had recently been to. A Gwen poster, The pussycat dolls, and a Mariah poster just to name a few. Her closet was filled with dirty clothing and was ready to burst at the seams. A pink and blue Lava lamp was still bubbling away on her dresser. Her gamecube was covered in pieces of her clothing but still remained on and functioning. What a waste of enegry...

She was fast asleep...

Her bare feet were hanging over the bed at the foot of it....
Abigail turned to us and smiled. She suddenly wasn't feeling so scared.

Ten minutes later...


"MmMPPPHHHH!!!! HAHEAHEAMMMmmmpphh!!!"

Farrah's feet were tied to the foot of the bed and about six or seven different panties were shoved into her mouth.

"There, there! I'm only settling the score Farrah! This won't take much longer." Abby said with a grin as she continued her tickling assault on the wriggling soles of her older sister's bare feet.

"MMPPPHH!!!! he aeha AHEAEAMMPPH!!" Farrah shouted in disbelief as she woke up laughing and found herself tied to the bed with her little sister sitting on her knees.

As the tickling increased in speed and range, we zoom into a little note in Farrah's diary that happened to be buried beneath her bed. The writing is scribbled and hard to read, but we can barely make it out...

"Mistress Tragic was here...."

* End of Transmission
 
i had so much fun collaborating with such a talented writer. we did take it down some weird twists. i tried to incorporate a bit of alice in wonderland. like with the plunging hole, although she wasnt floating down a deep hole, rather she was riding down a swift current of water. and having her go thru the mirror was like alice through the looking glass sort of, but not to enter a backward world.

isabeau
 
While re reading this i was embarrassed at my own mishaps when writing my part of this wonderful tale of Invisible's...He was truly lenient with me...i notice that i didn't capitalize certain letters, and i also actually wrote omg as part of my contribution...

Sablesword would have a crappy fit, since i learned how to write or post stories correctly from him...
 
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