Nylon Dungeon 2.0 Part 3 (F/M tickling, explicit & lots of fiendish women in nylon)
Got round to Part 3 - hope some people like it - always interested in ideas as to how to develop this series. And a super big shout out to all the nylon tickling fans out there - K x
Nylon Dungeon 2.0 Part 3
“I want to wear my face like you
Shiseido Mac and Maybelline
I want to paint the town with you
And tickle you until you scream”
Placebo “I Do” 2004
Washington DC July 17th 2027 approx 130pm
“God that woman was damn hot,” thought Jared. She had been sitting at his bar since the middle of his shift and he was sure his expert flirting had cut through. Now he was off duty it was time to close the deal. Supremely confident he approached her from behind, put his hand on her nylon covered knee and whispered, “its your lucky day,” in her ear. She smiled and said, “You know what, I think you’re right sweet cheeks but I do need to use the bathroom before we start to get to know each other a whole lot better. Order me another gin and tonic and I’ll be right back.” Once in the bathroom all it took was one quick call to her superior and 5 minutes later “sweet cheeks” had been bundled into the back of a Black Maria by a Seraphim snatch squad bound for some etiquette re-education at Nova Dea.
Across town Fleur Alston, political strategist to President Nielsen, was having lunch with her boyfriend Daniel at her usual table. “I know it’s not particularly popular to say this Fleur, but really? We’re slipping comatose into a pseudo dictatorship and I for one refuse to be emasculated and simply watch this happen.” She smiled sympathetically at him and pressed a concealed button on the underside of the table. The Maitre D’ arrived at the table and apologised that Daniel was urgently required to take a phone call. Once out of sight of the influential clientele the opinionated Daniel Fewster was arrested and escorted out of the restaurant’s back door to a waiting black van. Fleur shook her head sadly, thinking to herself, “I do love him dearly but loose talk and all that....and if what I hear about Nova Dea is true when he is returned to me in a few weeks time the sex should be incredible. And he couldn’t be more wrong, there’s nothing “pseudo” about it.”
In the Superior Court judge Rosemary Shrager was summing up in the case of Senator David Baxter versus the state. “I have heard all of the evidence presented to the court by the plaintiff, which quite frankly can be summarised as a jumble of conspiracy theories, hate speech and allegations of “state sponsored tickling” of all things! But we are a democracy, so madam foreman of the jury, please deliver your verdict.” A smartly dressed blonde woman with piercing green eyes rose to her feet, “Your honour we find no merit in any of the plaintiffs malicious and libellous claims against President Neilens administration. Not only do we firmly believe these claims should be struck from the record we would also request that the plaintiff requires re-conditioning and as a humble patriot I would like to volunteer to assist in any such process.” Judge Shrager smiled coolly and quietened the howls of outrage from the Senator and his legal team, “Justice is served, I sentence you, former Senator Baxter, to 6 months reconditioning at the pleasure of the Nova Dea facility and secondly your patriotism is noted madam foreman and your offer of assistance gratefully accepted. Take the body down.”
Commander Grace Sparks was settling into her new role as Head of Security at Nova Dea. Elysium had been right, the President’s bold dissolution move had caused a dramatic increase in throughput. New “hospitality wings” had been pressed into service and the current number of guests now exceeded 500. Looking down at this mornings check in sheet she noted today’s first arrivals included a sexual harassment case, a political and a genuine VIP enemy of the state. Adjusting her suspenders she greeted the transport team. Despite the three new arrivals being securely restrained in straight jackets, Grace knew this was always a high risk moment as the gravity of the situation hit the condemned. Ignoring the usual shouts of injustice, profanities and pleas of innocence she oversaw the induction process. Forms and more forms, a series of injections including the infamous tickling serum and individual hypono-therapy to ensure the three men associated the sight of nylon stockings, feet and tickling with intense sexual arousal. The 3 men were returned to her naked and bound which seemed to have taken some of the fight out of them. Grace slowly crossed her legs, thrilling at the soft rasping sound that nylon on nylon made and popping her high heel so that it dangled tantalisingly from her black nylon covered toes. She noted how each of the men’s cocks twitched and started to grow hard no matter how hard they tried not to look at her. “Excellent! Our new guests are ready for their treatments. Please have them placed in Rooms 7H, 7I and 7K. I will check in on how you are settling in later. You belong to Commissar Lycacheva’s punishment technicians now, God help you.”
“Punishment technicians?! What the fuck is happening to me? What have they done to me???” These were the thoughts racing through Jared’s mind as he was led through a bewildering maze of corridors by two armed security guards dressed in black tunics and charcoal coloured pantyhose. “And why am I so turned on? God these two are hot. Look at their legs! So smooth and silky. Why can’t I stop starring at their feet! Just stop staring at their beautiful stockinged feet! Christ what is happening to me!!” He entered Room 7H and at gun point had his restraints removed and was secured naked and spread eagled to padded cuffs hanging from the ceiling and bolted to the floor. Without further comment his guards left.
Two women slinked into the room both wearing fishnet stockings, suspenders, the most revealing of underwear and mischievous grins. “Welcome to Nova Dea Jared! We understand you have been sent to us because you have problems controlling your sexual desires? Well you have come to the right place because you can get as hot and bothered as you like with us, we won’t mind, in fact we’ll even help you,” she winked impishly. “Unfortunately the injections they gave you on admission means no matter how hard you try, and oh you will, you cannot climax. Oh, and another thing, we have raised the sensitivity of the nerves in your skin by a considerable amount so I think you’ll enjoy these!” Both women revealed their hands which had been behind their backs. On each hand was a black lacy glove with a stiff feather sewn cunningly into the material of each finger. Punishment gloves was the official term Commissar Likhacheva insisted on but “Freddy’s fingers” was what the more junior girls referred to them as. They both waggled their feather tipped fingers at Jared. “I’m Sandy by the way and this is Mandy. We have already flipped a coin, I lucked out and got heads, Mandy here, got tails, so she will be looking after you from behind as it were!” The two lingerie clad women took up positions in front and behind the naked and spreadeagled Jared. “Feathers!” He thought. “This is ridiculous, how bad can this be?”
He soon began to find out. Sandy began by swirling her feather tipped fingers all over his neck, despite his best efforts to retract his head into his chest. Behind him, Mandy was playing her feathers over the super sensitive skin on his back, between his shoulder blades and underarms. He started bucking wildly in his bondage which gave Sandy full access to his neck. “I think he likes it Mandy!” Beamed Sandy as Jared let out a constant stream of yelps and giggles. Mandy alternated between trailing her feathers up and down his spine and fluttering them into his armpits. Sandy pulsed her feathered fingers over his nipples.
“So my naughty little boy, how do you like our feathers? Aren’t they just tortuous? But it can’t all be bad can it? Look how stiff you are! Is it the tickling or is it our gorgeous stockings and underwear?” She caressed his leg with a fishnetted sole. “Do you like the feel of my feet, you do don’t you! And if you don’t “he” certainly does,” she purred pointing at his straining shaft. “Don’t you worry we’ll be getting to him too, all in good time!” Jared’s giggles had turned into a mixture of uncontrolled laughter and pleading as the multiple stimulation took him. “They can do this with just feathers??!” Was all he could think before a new series of feathery caresses overwhelmed him.
Mandy had knelt down and was flexing her feathered fingers into the backs of Jared’s knees, which were insanely ticklish. Mandy was entertaining herself using her right hand to caress his hip bone whilst the feather on her left index finger was swirling deep in his belly button. “Pleeaaase! God no! Not THERE! I promise! I PROMISE!!!! I’ll never HA! HAAAAAAHEEEE!! TAKE LIBERTIEEEEEEES HEEEE!!!!! WITH A WOMAAAAAAN AGAIIIIIIN!!!!” He wailed desperately. “We know my darling but unfortunately begging is not going to help you. And we know we tickle real real good but you’re just going to have to suffer and think about just how sorry you are!” Smiled Sandy.
Mandy switched to running all 10 feathered fingers over his butt cheeks and crack which caused him to scream and thrust as far forward as his bondage would allow. “My you are a keen one!” Laughed Sandy. “Anyone would think you wanted me to tickle your cock and balls! Oh well if you really want me too!” She teased. “GOOOOD NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!” Screamed Jared. Sandy knelt between his legs and cupped the feathers of her left hand around his balls and the feathers of her right hand around his engorged head. “I hope you are ready for this my little tickle toy!” She warned with mock sympathy. She ensured all five feathers swirled all over his bursting balls whilst simultaneously tickling the top, sides and underside of his desperately hard head with her feathery claws. “EEEEEIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!!!! EEEEEEEPPPP!!!!!! SSSSTTTTTAAAAAAAP!!!! ITTTTS AAAAAAGGGG!!!! YOU’RE TOOORTTUUUUUUREEEING MEEEEE!!!! MAKKEEEE MEEEEEEHEEEEE CUM PLEEEEEAAAZEEEEE EEAAAAUIAAAA!!!!!!” Both Sandy and Many laughed evily. This was not the first victim that they had had at the mercy of their feathered fingers and he wouldn’t be the last. They loved their work and Jared’s desperate pleas and begs for sexual relief as well as his howls of ticklish torture were music to their ears. Their only regret was that there was only another two hours left to play.
Next door in room 7I Daniel Fewster was not fairing any better. He had been restrained, naked, in a chair that had been bolted to the ground. But for some reason his arms had been left unfettered. A woman strode into the room wearing coffee coloured hold ups and semi sheer underwear. She was followed by 6 other younger women wearing all manner of provocative underwear. Red and black basques, taupe sheer stockings, shiny black pantyhose, suspenders and lacy stocking tops. All without shoes. “Daniel! Welcome to Nova Dea. I am Magenta, your companion for the next few hours. I hope you don’t mind but your first “experience” is going to have to double up as a training session for our new recruits here. We are being inundated with guests whose views are just as wrong headed as yours and all of whom need those views changing. Now let’s see if we can put a smile on that worried face of yours!” She pressed a button in the wall panel and 2 objects descended from the ceiling. The first was a regular pull down bar found in every gym in America. The second was a cross between a feather duster and an old fashioned feather shuttlecock, which descended on a slim robotic arm to just above the tip of Daniel’s already erect penis.
“Now then, my pretty apprentices, let me explain this first procedure. Daniel Fewster, 28, treasonous political leanings expressed publicly. In fine physical shape and treated to the usual mixture of viagra and orgasm suppressant. The effects of the tickling serum have increased the sensitivity of his upper body fivefold and trebled that of his genitals, we want him uncomfortable but not unconscious. Daniel is going to reach up and pull down on the bar above his head, which through the magic of the counterweights in the ceiling will keep these wonderful spinning feathers away from his super sensitised cock.” Right on cue the bunch of evil looking feathers buzzed into life, rotating at a speed that was almost a blur. “Now be a good boy Daniel and pull down on the bar for me,” purred Magenta. “I not doing anything you ask me you fucking madwoman!” He spat.
“That’s what they always say ladies,” smiled Magenta. She pressed a button in the wall and the spinning mass of feathers descended on Daniels erect cock, swirling and tickling the defenceless mans tip mercilessly. The results were instantaneous. “EEeeeAAAAaaaah, gaaaaaaad, nooo eeeAAAAGG, PLEEEaaazzzeee, TURN IT AAAAOOOOFFFF!!!” Daniel bellowed. “Only you can do that my little tickle toy! Just reach up,” Magenta replied. Quick as lightning Daniel’s arms shot up and grabbed the pull down bar. He grunted with the effort but succeeded in pulling it down a few inches, enough to ensure the hellish spinning feathers retracted to just above the tip of his cock. “Excellent Daniel. Ladies this is stage one. But we like to make things more interesting for our Nova Dea guests than just your average work out!” Magenta walked behind the straining Daniel and picked up two stiff feathers. “As you can see, the prisoners arms are fully extended and one hundred percent of his effort is going into pulling down to keep his penis from being over stimulated. I am going to distract him! And what better way than with some tickling of his defenceless underarms!”
With practised skill Magenta started to slowly run the tips of the feathers from Daniels wrists, down the insides of his forearms and straining biceps. She knew from the gritting of his teeth and the snorting that it was having the desired effect. She began to play the stiff tips all around the outsides of both his shaven arm pits. Daniel had screwed his eyes shut and was making high pitched gulping noises as the twin torments of having to pull down on the bar whilst the feathers tickled his super sensitised skin took effect. “Now my toy, lets see how you like the feel of my feathers right in your vulnerable under arms!” Magenta flicked the feathers over each pit, drawing spirals, and ensuring the evil tips tickled every crease and crevice. Daniel didn’t last long. “HEeeeEEEE, HAAA, EEEeep, HAAAA, NOOOO, HO, YOU FIEEEEEEND, HAAAA!!!!” He let go of the bar, clamping his arms to his sides and immediately the spinning feathers descended and enveloped his cock again. “NOOOO, Not AGGGGAAAAAIN! AAAAH HA!” Magenta smiled evilly and just waited. After 30 seconds of relentless mechanical cock feathering he took hold of the bar again and succeeded in retracting the spinning feathers once more, perspiration beading on his forehead.
“Now ladies, we are going to explore all of Daniels upper body in this session. The trick being to vary the sensations.” Discarding the feathers, Magenta began tickling the poor mans ribs. She used her manicured fingers and thumbs to goose each pair of ribs in turn. She worked up and down his rib cage. “HoooOO! HA! HAAA!! HOO! NOO! NAAAAOOO! HHHHaaaaAAAA!” Wailed Daniel in ticklish agony as he once more let go of the bar to protect his vulnerable sides. The spinning feathers resumed their devilish work on his straining cock. The tone of his laughter and begging changed but was no less desperate. After nearly a minute he resumed his grip on the bar, breathing heavily.
“I think you have the idea now ladies. It’s your turn to get some practical experience. Please chose your implements of torture form the rack on the wall behind you and form an orderly queue!” The first apprentice flicked feathers over his nipples until he once more lost his grip. The second used her fingers to tickle his neck before he gave up again. The third used two sable tipped paint brushes on his left arm pit. The fourth girl did the same but to his right pit, every time with the same consequences of failure resulting in relentless cock tickling. The fifth tickled his ears with fine tipped feathers which drove him insane in no time. The sixth and final girl used her delicate fingers to poke, prod his excruciatingly ticklish abs. As he began to tire the time the spinning feathers were in contact with his cock began to increase and his begging and pleading reached new levels of intensity. “Excellent work ladies! We will make punishment technicians of you yet! You have a further 90 minutes in this session to experiment and refine your techniques, remember I want to see creativity and young Daniel is going nowhere!”
In room 7K former Senator David Baxter had been restrained naked on a double bed. As part of the process of restraining him, two strong but beautiful security guards had put black stockings on his legs, much to his humiliation as well as unexplainable arousal. There he lay, scared, aroused and bemused at wearing deeply sexy nylons. A tall, haughty woman entered the room. A cruel smile, black bodice and sheer nylons the colour of deep night. “Former Senator Baxter. Welcome to Nova Dea. Your stay here will not be a pleasant one. Your outbursts and tantrums have caused considerable trouble but you will learn the error of your ways! My name is Commissar Lycacheva and I will be overseeing your punishments personally.”
“Now just you..AaaaaeeEEP!!!” Shouted Baxter before the Commissar cut him short by raking her nails over his left nylon covered sole. “Do not interrupt me again if you know what is good for you! You may be wondering why we have you tied to a bed in nothing but nylons. Well it’s not for your pleasure I can promise you. You are wearing what we call “Sensitizer Stockings”. Nylon hose that has been treated with an industrial compound very similar to itching powder but far stronger. It will take effect in a minute or so and I promise you it is quite unbearable. I will be back in a couple of hours to check how you are “feeling”! And I almost forgot there is a camera in the ceiling which will be relaying your suffering directly to President Nielsen, so should you wish to beg her for mercy please be my guest!” With that she turned on her stockinged heels and strode out of the room, ignoring his threats and abuse.
It started as a warm feeling on his soles, then the backs of his knees and thighs until both legs were consumed by the worst itching and tickling sensations he had ever felt. Around his toes was particularly excruciating. He gritted his teeth and moaned madly, determined not to give that bitch Nielsen the satisfaction of seeing him beg. After 20 minutes, as the feeling of thousands of ants and spiders scampering wildly over his feet and legs overwhelmed him, the begging started and would continue until the Commissar returned for him after what felt like an eternity. “PLEEEEAZZEE, PLEEEEEAAZEEE!! TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OOOFFFF!!!! FOR PITIES SAKE SCRATCH THE ITCHING! PLEASE ON MY TOES! ON MY TOOOOOEEESS!”
Oh we’ll do more than scratch your toes you blood traitor. So, so much more, thought the Commissar to herself as she smiled down at the writhing ex-Senator before her.
To be continued
Got round to Part 3 - hope some people like it - always interested in ideas as to how to develop this series. And a super big shout out to all the nylon tickling fans out there - K x
Nylon Dungeon 2.0 Part 3
“I want to wear my face like you
Shiseido Mac and Maybelline
I want to paint the town with you
And tickle you until you scream”
Placebo “I Do” 2004
Washington DC July 17th 2027 approx 130pm
“God that woman was damn hot,” thought Jared. She had been sitting at his bar since the middle of his shift and he was sure his expert flirting had cut through. Now he was off duty it was time to close the deal. Supremely confident he approached her from behind, put his hand on her nylon covered knee and whispered, “its your lucky day,” in her ear. She smiled and said, “You know what, I think you’re right sweet cheeks but I do need to use the bathroom before we start to get to know each other a whole lot better. Order me another gin and tonic and I’ll be right back.” Once in the bathroom all it took was one quick call to her superior and 5 minutes later “sweet cheeks” had been bundled into the back of a Black Maria by a Seraphim snatch squad bound for some etiquette re-education at Nova Dea.
Across town Fleur Alston, political strategist to President Nielsen, was having lunch with her boyfriend Daniel at her usual table. “I know it’s not particularly popular to say this Fleur, but really? We’re slipping comatose into a pseudo dictatorship and I for one refuse to be emasculated and simply watch this happen.” She smiled sympathetically at him and pressed a concealed button on the underside of the table. The Maitre D’ arrived at the table and apologised that Daniel was urgently required to take a phone call. Once out of sight of the influential clientele the opinionated Daniel Fewster was arrested and escorted out of the restaurant’s back door to a waiting black van. Fleur shook her head sadly, thinking to herself, “I do love him dearly but loose talk and all that....and if what I hear about Nova Dea is true when he is returned to me in a few weeks time the sex should be incredible. And he couldn’t be more wrong, there’s nothing “pseudo” about it.”
In the Superior Court judge Rosemary Shrager was summing up in the case of Senator David Baxter versus the state. “I have heard all of the evidence presented to the court by the plaintiff, which quite frankly can be summarised as a jumble of conspiracy theories, hate speech and allegations of “state sponsored tickling” of all things! But we are a democracy, so madam foreman of the jury, please deliver your verdict.” A smartly dressed blonde woman with piercing green eyes rose to her feet, “Your honour we find no merit in any of the plaintiffs malicious and libellous claims against President Neilens administration. Not only do we firmly believe these claims should be struck from the record we would also request that the plaintiff requires re-conditioning and as a humble patriot I would like to volunteer to assist in any such process.” Judge Shrager smiled coolly and quietened the howls of outrage from the Senator and his legal team, “Justice is served, I sentence you, former Senator Baxter, to 6 months reconditioning at the pleasure of the Nova Dea facility and secondly your patriotism is noted madam foreman and your offer of assistance gratefully accepted. Take the body down.”
Commander Grace Sparks was settling into her new role as Head of Security at Nova Dea. Elysium had been right, the President’s bold dissolution move had caused a dramatic increase in throughput. New “hospitality wings” had been pressed into service and the current number of guests now exceeded 500. Looking down at this mornings check in sheet she noted today’s first arrivals included a sexual harassment case, a political and a genuine VIP enemy of the state. Adjusting her suspenders she greeted the transport team. Despite the three new arrivals being securely restrained in straight jackets, Grace knew this was always a high risk moment as the gravity of the situation hit the condemned. Ignoring the usual shouts of injustice, profanities and pleas of innocence she oversaw the induction process. Forms and more forms, a series of injections including the infamous tickling serum and individual hypono-therapy to ensure the three men associated the sight of nylon stockings, feet and tickling with intense sexual arousal. The 3 men were returned to her naked and bound which seemed to have taken some of the fight out of them. Grace slowly crossed her legs, thrilling at the soft rasping sound that nylon on nylon made and popping her high heel so that it dangled tantalisingly from her black nylon covered toes. She noted how each of the men’s cocks twitched and started to grow hard no matter how hard they tried not to look at her. “Excellent! Our new guests are ready for their treatments. Please have them placed in Rooms 7H, 7I and 7K. I will check in on how you are settling in later. You belong to Commissar Lycacheva’s punishment technicians now, God help you.”
“Punishment technicians?! What the fuck is happening to me? What have they done to me???” These were the thoughts racing through Jared’s mind as he was led through a bewildering maze of corridors by two armed security guards dressed in black tunics and charcoal coloured pantyhose. “And why am I so turned on? God these two are hot. Look at their legs! So smooth and silky. Why can’t I stop starring at their feet! Just stop staring at their beautiful stockinged feet! Christ what is happening to me!!” He entered Room 7H and at gun point had his restraints removed and was secured naked and spread eagled to padded cuffs hanging from the ceiling and bolted to the floor. Without further comment his guards left.
Two women slinked into the room both wearing fishnet stockings, suspenders, the most revealing of underwear and mischievous grins. “Welcome to Nova Dea Jared! We understand you have been sent to us because you have problems controlling your sexual desires? Well you have come to the right place because you can get as hot and bothered as you like with us, we won’t mind, in fact we’ll even help you,” she winked impishly. “Unfortunately the injections they gave you on admission means no matter how hard you try, and oh you will, you cannot climax. Oh, and another thing, we have raised the sensitivity of the nerves in your skin by a considerable amount so I think you’ll enjoy these!” Both women revealed their hands which had been behind their backs. On each hand was a black lacy glove with a stiff feather sewn cunningly into the material of each finger. Punishment gloves was the official term Commissar Likhacheva insisted on but “Freddy’s fingers” was what the more junior girls referred to them as. They both waggled their feather tipped fingers at Jared. “I’m Sandy by the way and this is Mandy. We have already flipped a coin, I lucked out and got heads, Mandy here, got tails, so she will be looking after you from behind as it were!” The two lingerie clad women took up positions in front and behind the naked and spreadeagled Jared. “Feathers!” He thought. “This is ridiculous, how bad can this be?”
He soon began to find out. Sandy began by swirling her feather tipped fingers all over his neck, despite his best efforts to retract his head into his chest. Behind him, Mandy was playing her feathers over the super sensitive skin on his back, between his shoulder blades and underarms. He started bucking wildly in his bondage which gave Sandy full access to his neck. “I think he likes it Mandy!” Beamed Sandy as Jared let out a constant stream of yelps and giggles. Mandy alternated between trailing her feathers up and down his spine and fluttering them into his armpits. Sandy pulsed her feathered fingers over his nipples.
“So my naughty little boy, how do you like our feathers? Aren’t they just tortuous? But it can’t all be bad can it? Look how stiff you are! Is it the tickling or is it our gorgeous stockings and underwear?” She caressed his leg with a fishnetted sole. “Do you like the feel of my feet, you do don’t you! And if you don’t “he” certainly does,” she purred pointing at his straining shaft. “Don’t you worry we’ll be getting to him too, all in good time!” Jared’s giggles had turned into a mixture of uncontrolled laughter and pleading as the multiple stimulation took him. “They can do this with just feathers??!” Was all he could think before a new series of feathery caresses overwhelmed him.
Mandy had knelt down and was flexing her feathered fingers into the backs of Jared’s knees, which were insanely ticklish. Mandy was entertaining herself using her right hand to caress his hip bone whilst the feather on her left index finger was swirling deep in his belly button. “Pleeaaase! God no! Not THERE! I promise! I PROMISE!!!! I’ll never HA! HAAAAAAHEEEE!! TAKE LIBERTIEEEEEEES HEEEE!!!!! WITH A WOMAAAAAAN AGAIIIIIIN!!!!” He wailed desperately. “We know my darling but unfortunately begging is not going to help you. And we know we tickle real real good but you’re just going to have to suffer and think about just how sorry you are!” Smiled Sandy.
Mandy switched to running all 10 feathered fingers over his butt cheeks and crack which caused him to scream and thrust as far forward as his bondage would allow. “My you are a keen one!” Laughed Sandy. “Anyone would think you wanted me to tickle your cock and balls! Oh well if you really want me too!” She teased. “GOOOOD NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!” Screamed Jared. Sandy knelt between his legs and cupped the feathers of her left hand around his balls and the feathers of her right hand around his engorged head. “I hope you are ready for this my little tickle toy!” She warned with mock sympathy. She ensured all five feathers swirled all over his bursting balls whilst simultaneously tickling the top, sides and underside of his desperately hard head with her feathery claws. “EEEEEIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!!!! EEEEEEEPPPP!!!!!! SSSSTTTTTAAAAAAAP!!!! ITTTTS AAAAAAGGGG!!!! YOU’RE TOOORTTUUUUUUREEEING MEEEEE!!!! MAKKEEEE MEEEEEEHEEEEE CUM PLEEEEEAAAZEEEEE EEAAAAUIAAAA!!!!!!” Both Sandy and Many laughed evily. This was not the first victim that they had had at the mercy of their feathered fingers and he wouldn’t be the last. They loved their work and Jared’s desperate pleas and begs for sexual relief as well as his howls of ticklish torture were music to their ears. Their only regret was that there was only another two hours left to play.
Next door in room 7I Daniel Fewster was not fairing any better. He had been restrained, naked, in a chair that had been bolted to the ground. But for some reason his arms had been left unfettered. A woman strode into the room wearing coffee coloured hold ups and semi sheer underwear. She was followed by 6 other younger women wearing all manner of provocative underwear. Red and black basques, taupe sheer stockings, shiny black pantyhose, suspenders and lacy stocking tops. All without shoes. “Daniel! Welcome to Nova Dea. I am Magenta, your companion for the next few hours. I hope you don’t mind but your first “experience” is going to have to double up as a training session for our new recruits here. We are being inundated with guests whose views are just as wrong headed as yours and all of whom need those views changing. Now let’s see if we can put a smile on that worried face of yours!” She pressed a button in the wall panel and 2 objects descended from the ceiling. The first was a regular pull down bar found in every gym in America. The second was a cross between a feather duster and an old fashioned feather shuttlecock, which descended on a slim robotic arm to just above the tip of Daniel’s already erect penis.
“Now then, my pretty apprentices, let me explain this first procedure. Daniel Fewster, 28, treasonous political leanings expressed publicly. In fine physical shape and treated to the usual mixture of viagra and orgasm suppressant. The effects of the tickling serum have increased the sensitivity of his upper body fivefold and trebled that of his genitals, we want him uncomfortable but not unconscious. Daniel is going to reach up and pull down on the bar above his head, which through the magic of the counterweights in the ceiling will keep these wonderful spinning feathers away from his super sensitised cock.” Right on cue the bunch of evil looking feathers buzzed into life, rotating at a speed that was almost a blur. “Now be a good boy Daniel and pull down on the bar for me,” purred Magenta. “I not doing anything you ask me you fucking madwoman!” He spat.
“That’s what they always say ladies,” smiled Magenta. She pressed a button in the wall and the spinning mass of feathers descended on Daniels erect cock, swirling and tickling the defenceless mans tip mercilessly. The results were instantaneous. “EEeeeAAAAaaaah, gaaaaaaad, nooo eeeAAAAGG, PLEEEaaazzzeee, TURN IT AAAAOOOOFFFF!!!” Daniel bellowed. “Only you can do that my little tickle toy! Just reach up,” Magenta replied. Quick as lightning Daniel’s arms shot up and grabbed the pull down bar. He grunted with the effort but succeeded in pulling it down a few inches, enough to ensure the hellish spinning feathers retracted to just above the tip of his cock. “Excellent Daniel. Ladies this is stage one. But we like to make things more interesting for our Nova Dea guests than just your average work out!” Magenta walked behind the straining Daniel and picked up two stiff feathers. “As you can see, the prisoners arms are fully extended and one hundred percent of his effort is going into pulling down to keep his penis from being over stimulated. I am going to distract him! And what better way than with some tickling of his defenceless underarms!”
With practised skill Magenta started to slowly run the tips of the feathers from Daniels wrists, down the insides of his forearms and straining biceps. She knew from the gritting of his teeth and the snorting that it was having the desired effect. She began to play the stiff tips all around the outsides of both his shaven arm pits. Daniel had screwed his eyes shut and was making high pitched gulping noises as the twin torments of having to pull down on the bar whilst the feathers tickled his super sensitised skin took effect. “Now my toy, lets see how you like the feel of my feathers right in your vulnerable under arms!” Magenta flicked the feathers over each pit, drawing spirals, and ensuring the evil tips tickled every crease and crevice. Daniel didn’t last long. “HEeeeEEEE, HAAA, EEEeep, HAAAA, NOOOO, HO, YOU FIEEEEEEND, HAAAA!!!!” He let go of the bar, clamping his arms to his sides and immediately the spinning feathers descended and enveloped his cock again. “NOOOO, Not AGGGGAAAAAIN! AAAAH HA!” Magenta smiled evilly and just waited. After 30 seconds of relentless mechanical cock feathering he took hold of the bar again and succeeded in retracting the spinning feathers once more, perspiration beading on his forehead.
“Now ladies, we are going to explore all of Daniels upper body in this session. The trick being to vary the sensations.” Discarding the feathers, Magenta began tickling the poor mans ribs. She used her manicured fingers and thumbs to goose each pair of ribs in turn. She worked up and down his rib cage. “HoooOO! HA! HAAA!! HOO! NOO! NAAAAOOO! HHHHaaaaAAAA!” Wailed Daniel in ticklish agony as he once more let go of the bar to protect his vulnerable sides. The spinning feathers resumed their devilish work on his straining cock. The tone of his laughter and begging changed but was no less desperate. After nearly a minute he resumed his grip on the bar, breathing heavily.
“I think you have the idea now ladies. It’s your turn to get some practical experience. Please chose your implements of torture form the rack on the wall behind you and form an orderly queue!” The first apprentice flicked feathers over his nipples until he once more lost his grip. The second used her fingers to tickle his neck before he gave up again. The third used two sable tipped paint brushes on his left arm pit. The fourth girl did the same but to his right pit, every time with the same consequences of failure resulting in relentless cock tickling. The fifth tickled his ears with fine tipped feathers which drove him insane in no time. The sixth and final girl used her delicate fingers to poke, prod his excruciatingly ticklish abs. As he began to tire the time the spinning feathers were in contact with his cock began to increase and his begging and pleading reached new levels of intensity. “Excellent work ladies! We will make punishment technicians of you yet! You have a further 90 minutes in this session to experiment and refine your techniques, remember I want to see creativity and young Daniel is going nowhere!”
In room 7K former Senator David Baxter had been restrained naked on a double bed. As part of the process of restraining him, two strong but beautiful security guards had put black stockings on his legs, much to his humiliation as well as unexplainable arousal. There he lay, scared, aroused and bemused at wearing deeply sexy nylons. A tall, haughty woman entered the room. A cruel smile, black bodice and sheer nylons the colour of deep night. “Former Senator Baxter. Welcome to Nova Dea. Your stay here will not be a pleasant one. Your outbursts and tantrums have caused considerable trouble but you will learn the error of your ways! My name is Commissar Lycacheva and I will be overseeing your punishments personally.”
“Now just you..AaaaaeeEEP!!!” Shouted Baxter before the Commissar cut him short by raking her nails over his left nylon covered sole. “Do not interrupt me again if you know what is good for you! You may be wondering why we have you tied to a bed in nothing but nylons. Well it’s not for your pleasure I can promise you. You are wearing what we call “Sensitizer Stockings”. Nylon hose that has been treated with an industrial compound very similar to itching powder but far stronger. It will take effect in a minute or so and I promise you it is quite unbearable. I will be back in a couple of hours to check how you are “feeling”! And I almost forgot there is a camera in the ceiling which will be relaying your suffering directly to President Nielsen, so should you wish to beg her for mercy please be my guest!” With that she turned on her stockinged heels and strode out of the room, ignoring his threats and abuse.
It started as a warm feeling on his soles, then the backs of his knees and thighs until both legs were consumed by the worst itching and tickling sensations he had ever felt. Around his toes was particularly excruciating. He gritted his teeth and moaned madly, determined not to give that bitch Nielsen the satisfaction of seeing him beg. After 20 minutes, as the feeling of thousands of ants and spiders scampering wildly over his feet and legs overwhelmed him, the begging started and would continue until the Commissar returned for him after what felt like an eternity. “PLEEEEAZZEE, PLEEEEEAAZEEE!! TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OOOFFFF!!!! FOR PITIES SAKE SCRATCH THE ITCHING! PLEASE ON MY TOES! ON MY TOOOOOEEESS!”
Oh we’ll do more than scratch your toes you blood traitor. So, so much more, thought the Commissar to herself as she smiled down at the writhing ex-Senator before her.
To be continued
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