People seem interested in seeing some of zillman's old work, so I figured I'd post a story of his. Hope you enjoy it! Here's Part 1
By: zillman
Renfaire "fun"
Story by me and TheMilkman. Not finished yet, but we thought we would release the first 10 pages.
The annual renaissance fair start was on a Friday this year, Leslie, Barbara, Romy and Bridget were all dressed in their period costumes. Leslie was a tall blond, a bit chubby and very busty. She was dressed in a tight corset and purple dress. Her hair was in long tight braids. Barbara had her dark hair in a single braid in the back and was wearing a corset and red dress over her plump torso. Romy was at least as tall as Leslie. Romy was a bit more modest and wore a high necked green dress that fastened at her throat and went almost to her ankles. She had her long auburn hair flowing down around to the middle of her back. Bridget was far shorter, maybe 5'2”, she had brilliant green eyes and fiery hair. She was dressed in a barmaid blue dress with her curly hair down. The Four went arm in arm to the gates of the fair.
They were greeted by a jester dressed man, “Well hello ladies! Welcome to our fair! All four of you will be 800 Dollars.” “200 a piece? Last year it was 50!” Leslie exclaimed “ Inflation is just one of the jokes that the world plays on us,” he said with a wicked grin. They huddled together and checked their purses. They had come this far and gone to the trouble of their costumes, they were not about to go home. They did not have that much cash between them. Finally Barbara just whipped out her credit card and slapped it on the counter. “Don't worry girls, I'll get this, you can just owe me later.” “Oh. I am afraid it is cash only. No cards.” “You have to be kidding us.” The four women started back to the car. The jester called to them “There is another way, if you are willing to help us with a demonstration in the festivities then we can allow you in free of charge as employees.”
“What will have to do?” Leslie asked with a raised eyebrow. “Nothing really just demonstrate the town square stockade. It's an education for people to see how the people of our past humiliated people!” The four huddled up and whispered to each other. “What do you say?” Leslie asked. “Isn't kinda humiliating?” Barbara queried “Well we could always just go home. What's the fun in that?” Said Bridget ``Fine let's just do it, a free festival and we only have to take part in it. That's what we're here for!” Romy exclaimed. It was decided they would take some time in the stocks and then enjoy the rest of the weekend. They already had two rooms booked at a nearby inn anyway, and there wasn't much chance of a refund
Leslie whipped around. “Fine, we'll do it.” “Splendid! Now I need you all to sign here, he handed them rather lengthy forms. “What is all this for?” Bridget asked. “Insurance forms I am sure you'll understand. Just sign right there and I'll lead you in.” He called out to a page. “Julio! Take my place!” They grudgingly signed the papers and handed them over and the Jester led them in.
“Please sit down ladies” The jester flourished as he led each to their seats. Each of them reluctantly sat on the bench behind the stocks. The holes for the stocks were well separated, spreading their legs far apart. Their wrists were also confined manacles above their heads, stretched taunt. Their dresses were pushed up to their thighs so a couple of straps could be used to strap them to the benches. “Alright ladies here you are all day.” The jester said. “But you said it was just a small amount of time.” Romy asked. “When you consider the age of the universe, a day is nothing!.” He laughed maniacally.
“We didn't agree to this!” Bridget spoke up. “Of course you did my dears. Is this your signature?” He held up the document she had just signed. “I agree to be a prop of the fare in lieu of paying the entry fee. It's all right there in black and white.”The four women gasped. They were trapped. Completely at the will of this deranged clown. What would he do to them?
He went behind a shed and returned with a wooden box, and handed it to the brutes. They began to remove their sandals and toss them into the box. “What are you doing now?” Barbara asked. “We need to scrub your soles for our crowd, my dear. How else would they be able to tickle you properly?” He then lifted a metal pail full of warm soapy water. “ Who wants to go first? I promise you the first willing participant will be treated the kindest.” He started to tie back their toes to the hooks on the stocks. Cinching all of them back, stretching out their soles and spreading apart their toes. “We need to clean these feet to make them ready for the public” All of them were silent and frightened. “I know, We shall go from smallest to biggest!
“I think we have a clear winner here!” the jester smiled, pointing at Bridget’s tiny tied up feet “Get to work guys, start with the soft brush, small ones will suffice for her”. The young woman began to frantically shake her head left and right, as two masked brutes, dressed like Medieval executioners grabbed small washing brushes drenched in soapy water and each sat down on a footstool next to one of her feet. “Since she’s the first, I guess we’ll go easy on her with half an hour of sole tickling, followed by the same length of toe tickling - what do you say?” The jester’s mouth contorted into a frightening grin and the girls’ eyes sprang open in disbelief. Just at that moment, Bridget started cackling, as the brushes dipped in warm water made contact with her soles, gliding around in small circles. She couldn’t believe how torturous this was and couldn’t imagine a minute, let alone 30 of this insanity. “What do you mean “go easy on her”? An hour of tickling? This is torture! How long are you going to tickle the rest of us then? I can’t even stand walking barefoot, it tickles so much!” Barbara shouted in disbelief, causing Leslie and Romy to nod in uncomfortable agreement, while trying to wiggle their long toes in vain. “It’s interesting that the most ticklish with the biggest feet would have the audacity to speak without my explicit permission. I’ll take a mental note of that” their captor said with a sneer, while Bridget’s cackle had turned into desperate belly laughs, as the brutes increased the speed of their brushing around the girl’s tiny and already reddened water-soaked soles. “The beauty of this cleaning procedure is that the warm water and brushing increases the circulation and wakes up all of the cute little nerve endings, while the moisture and fatty soap makes them nice and slippery. At the same time the brushes will get rid of dirt and any possible hard skin that could dampen the impact of the real attractions of the rest of the day.” The loudness and desperation in Bridget’s laughter had at least doubled, as the masked henchmen had re-soaked the brushes in the water and started applying them to the soaked soles in random patterns at break-neck speed. “5 minutes are over, are you enjoying yourself?”
Two milk maids wandered over and came up to the Jester. The blonde buxom one spoke first, “May we please help?” leering at the unfortunate ‘soles’ before them. “Very well, clean,” he peered around the stable, “That one.” and pointed squarely at Romy. “Take these.” He handed them both a toothbrush along with a bucket of water and scrub brushes. “I want to be able to eat from between her toes by the time you are done, or mark my words, I will eat from between yours.” Bridget was still screaming when they sat at Romy’s stocks.
They started to swish their brushes around in the water, getting suds built up. Romy nervously looked over at Bridget who was losing her mind from the scrubbing. “Please don’t do this.” She whimpered. “But we want to, very much.” They started with her big soles, scrubbing up and down in long deliberate strokes. Romy immediately lost her mind, it tickled so much. Her soles couldn’t move in the stocks, her toes were so tightly tied back. The constant scrubbing of her soles was too much to bear. “Ohhh Gawdd, Please stop!!” “Not until you are cleaned through, you need to be representable.” The brunette said. She dug in harder and faster with her scrub brush, making Romy squeal with ticklish laughter.
“Okay girls, give her another twenty minutes and then move on to her toes. I’m going to rustle up some more volunteer employees to help these other two with their foot bathing.” The Jester turned with a flourish and headed back to the fare. He left Bridget and Romy screaming and Barbara and Leslie looking incredibly nervous. Leslie knew that her feet were next, she tried to scrunch her beefy toes but could not with the ties around them. “We have to get out of here!” She exclaimed. One of the milk maids brought a jar of powder to her. And spilled it into her bodice. It began to itch immediately after. Itching powder had been dumped into the front of her dress. “ Let her suffering be a lesson to the rest of you!” She said before returning to Romy.
Leslie’s big breasts and tummy were on fire with the itching powder. Her hands were still strapped above her head and unable to rub it off, she could only wait until someone rubbed it off for her. Unfortunately, the volunteers showing up to take care of her were delighted in watching her writhe in itching torment and sat down to inspect her huge size 10 feet. “Oh boy, someone has big feet, hehe,” one of the masked women teased “guess we’ll need to get out the big guns to get those squeaky clean”. She picked up a long-handled and hard-bristled bathing brush and dipped it in the foamy water, while Leslie’s eyes started to moisten from fear and the burning sensation from the vicious powder. The other woman, keeping silent, followed suit and started the sole-brushing. While the victim cried and screamed, the jester reappeared: “Make sure to give her feet a nice and long treatment, there’s plenty of room to explore. I’d say 40 minutes for the soles and the same for the toes sounds fair”. Leslie’s desperate howling grew louder and the women really leaned into the brushing now.
Meanwhile, Bridget was on the brink of fainting, when her male tormentors finally laid down their brushes, exhausted themselves from the continuous scrubbing motion on their victim’s tiny soles. “Get yourself a short break guys and bring backup” the malicious-looking jester announced and the masked figures eagerly dropped their brushes. Bridget was sitting there, breathing heavily, trying to keep her composure. When two even bigger men appeared, grabbing toothbrushes from a box and dipping them in the soap water. “Let’s get these little piggies nice and clean, shall we?”, one of them teased, while a single tear rolled down their victim’s cheek. Then she once again joined the chorus of wailing laughter, which now included 3 out of four girls. Only Barbara was getting more and more nervous, looking down on her gigantic tied up feet, with the jester looking in her direction with an evil grin, seemingly indicating that he was saving the worst foot-tickling for her…
“Oh, Have we left someone out?” He approached Barbara, her big feet twitched as she looked over at her friends in their torment. “How big are these feet dear?” She scrunched her eyes and locked her jaw. “We have something very special for Barbara.” He took out two large spinning scrub brushes. He dipped them into a soapy bucket and gave them to two of the volunteers. “How big are these anyway?” He asked. “Ummm 11” She replied “Then so much more effort must go into cleaning them, you may not even be done before the park closes. You know what that means don’t you? You’ll all have to stay overnight. Ladies, please begin.”
Right at that moment, the two girls began swirling the bristles into her arches. She was more ticklish than the previous 3 before. “We are going to have so much fun when we get to your toes! But not for quite a while I am afraid. They started at her heels and slowly scrubbed up her soles, taking their time to get every square inch. When they reached the balls of her feet, she erupted into a crescendo of laughter. Then they descended down again, and back up again. Over and over. Like some never ending machine. “Please stop! Too much! Too much!” “Not enough yet my dear. They aren’t even to the toes.” He said with a smirk. She was laughing in crazed lunacy as he turned his attention back to Leslie who was fighting not only the tickling but also the itch powder.
“How about we scratch that itch of yours”, the jester said with foreshadowing in his voice, looking at the girl on the brink of complete mental breakdown. The girl tried to form words sounding like an affirmative, between the cackling laughter from the cruel tickle torture on her soles, which had been going on for almost 20 minutes. “Let’s see here” the cruel figure said, with a sharp knife in his hands. Leslie stared at him anxiously when he drew closer, fearing for her life, but he just carefully cut open the front of her dress, so her voluminous breasts and her tummy were accessible. He then took the honour of pulling out two long turkey feathers from his pocket, held it in front of the sweating and laughing girls face and proceeded to glide it all over the itching parts. While this made the itch more bearable, it intensely upped the girl’s ticklishness, making her roar with belly laughter. “I guess I’ll keep that up all through the rest of your 20 minutes of sole scrubbing and 40 minutes of toe cleaning - I’m a merciful guy”, the jester said jokingly, laughing maniacally, while dancing the feathers over Leslie’s front.
Meanwhile, Romy was nearing the end of her sole cleaning punishment, her foot bottoms red and completely soaked, as was her tear stained face, which regularly erupted in silent laughter. The two maids licked their lips and looked at each other and then at the girl’s long ticklish toes, secretly planning to keep their tickling up much longer than necessary, while the chef was distracted.
“I think that is enough on the soles, except of course for Barbara, those boats need a lot of attention. For the rest of them we need to use a more refined tool. I want each of you to grab two electric toothbrushes from the bin.” The jester leaned in close to Romy and grinned. “I hope this doesn’t frighten you. But needless to say you are ours to do with for the extent of your contract.” She winced at the thought. “Please just let us go” “Oh my goodness, we have no intent of that.” He began to rub lotion on and between her toes. “You haven’t even started working yet, this is all just prep.”
He continued down the line until all four were fully lotioned with the udder cream, their feet shining and more sensitive than ever. The two still working on Barbara’s huge feet started to lotion as they scrubbed. She was losing her mind. The other six returned armed with toothbrushes for the trapped toes. The area deafened with laughter. The bristles working their way in between and all around every toe on these poor wenches was too much.
Meanwhile the Jester retrieved his scissors and began to cut the backs of the dresses of the poor girls, one by one, stripping them nude. They would have protested if not for the constant toe tickling. Embarrassed, stripped of their clothing, their dignity and most of their minds, the girls kept laughing hysterically, fighting for every single breath with a growing pain in their abdominal muscles and throats. Bridget, who’d been tickled for the longest was almost done with her toe tickling session, when the mysterious jester handed out the lotion and electric toothbrushes and so with no air and fight in her left to protest was sentenced to another, indeterminately long round of the worst type of tickling or “cleaning” she had ever received. She started sobbing, when her sole tickler duo reappeared to relieve the toe ticklers, refreshed and eager to brush that slippery lotion into her butter soft short toes with the strongly buzzing brush heads. Her hoarse laughter was intermingled with that of Romy, whose tomato red head looked dangerously close to exploding. Her long toes, especially the second one, which was the longest, were indescribably ticklish and the lotion and the vibrating heads made her want to crawl out of her skin in ticklish agony. Noticing this, the maids paid special attention to Romy’s second toes, eventually just tying a brush to each to constantly scrub away, while focusing their attention on the other ones, exploring every nook and cranny, especially the sensitive webbing between, the stems, the backs of the toes - everything. Leslie had it better in some respects and worse in others: her even longer toes were not nearly as ticklish as Romy’s, but the jester was still wiggling away his feathers on her breasts, especially her already hardened nipples and now was focussing on a new-found weakpoint - her belly button. “At least the itch seems to have vanished, hasn’t ist?!”, the mysterious torture master said in a shrill voice, laughing hysterically along with his victim, who was getting close to completely mentally snapping.
Barbara was now undergoing sole scrubbing and toe tickling at the same time. She was a mess. Shrieking, laughing and crying all at once. “What is the matter dear? Don’t you like getting into the fare for free?” He mockingly asked. “You are sweating quite a bit you know.” “You’re haha torturing us hahaha!” She cried. “But you agreed to all of this sweetheart. I would think you’d appreciate some time off those big boats you call feet. As a matter of fact, I don’t think they’ll touch the ground for the entire weekend.” “Weekend?!” “Yes of course, you should really read what you sign. Now let’s get rid of this sweat on the rest of your bodies. Especially under your arms. We need a wipe down!” He called out and four more volunteers who brought with them buckets of cool water and sea sponges.
“I want them as clean as the day they were born.” The ‘volunteers’ began at the palms of the hands of these unfortunate girls and worked their ways down their arms. The ones on their feet did not abate. They kept merrily working. Barbara was screaming at this point, her foot torment had simply ramped up. Bridget was beside herself, tears streaking down her cheeks. Romy was half out of her mind, begging for any mercy. Leslie’s breasts were very sensitive, particularly her nipples, a fact that was not lost on her tormentors.
The jester stood back and looked at his handiwork. All four of them were in agony. The constant cleaning, the terrible tickling, the taunting at the size of their feet and bodies. He was quite pleased with himself, they were almost ready for the public. He decided that the best thing was the wall of souls. Pun intended. They would be laid out on massage tables with their feet securely through a wall. The public could tickle them at will, and any adult willing to pay, could come into the holding chamber and do quite a bit more to their naked bodies. No sex or anthing, he wasn’t running a brothel. Sexual teasing may be allowed, but no one is going to mount anyone. Well, maybe he might.
“Alright people, the show will begin shortly. Before however, I need those feet to shine. Barbara has not yet had her toes properly cleaned. Romy needs to have her heels exfoliated. Leslie is starting to get wet from the process and needs to be cleaned once again. Bridget has to have her breasts sponged off once again. Let’s get it together. I Want these ladies ready by noon.” He clapped his hands, turned heel and left the room.
They all started to work furiously, knowing what would become of them if they let the Jester down. All the girls now had toothbrushes between their toes and scrub brushes on their soles, shammy buffers on their breasts and armpits, and waterpics on their pussys. They all screamed in madness, not even knowing what might come next.
One of the maids began to rake her nails up and down Barbara's feet. “Such big feet you have! You will be such a delight for the visitors on the other side of the wall.” Barb screamed in agony.
Her toe stems were tormented the worst. She couldn’t even twitch them. Tears rolled down her face as she begged. All she received were dismissive head shakes from her tormentors.
Another approached Romy’s squirming, naked form. Her feet and breasts were being massaged and tickled relentlessly. The maid held up a small case. And opened it out of Romy’s vision. “ I have a surprise for all of you! You will love it so much, especially you my dear.” She withdrew a vibrating dildo with hip straps to keep it in place. “Time for your medicine love.” She began to work it in and as she did her other accomplices did the same to her friends. “These are connected to a money slot on the other side of the wall, whenever someone puts in a dollar it rages.”
“We want your adoring fans to see your beauty, don’t we? Hanging atop your pretty feet will be a silent television screen attached to the camera above your faces, that way people will know who it is they torment.” A crank was turned beneath each of their chairs. The backs of them went horizontal with their wrists still attached. They were functionally laying down on their backs. Then the stocks split apart and their legs bent at the knees. They now were pushed forward, each to two small open doors that locked once their feet were through. “The wall is completely soundproof, scream all you like.” On the other side, one of the girls had turned on flat screens showing their faces above each set of soles. Along with their names. There was a cash and credit machine next to each reading “TIPS!”. This was of course connected to the corresponding dildos for each girl. Above hung a banner that read “Make us laugh. We witches are ticklish!”
The Jester sat waiting for anyone who wanted a peek behind the curtain and pay to do so.
It was noon now and the park was officially open until 10 o’clock at night, leaving plenty of time for a group of interested visitors to take care of the four girls’ already overstimulated and buttery smooth feet. As during the preparation, the four girls were lined up according to shoe size from Bridget’s tiny size 5 to Barbara’s massive size 11. Also, while visitors had a free choice of tools, the vicious ones such as the electric toothbrushes and big hard-bristled brushes were conveniently placed near Barbara, Leslie and Romy, while the more delicate ones like make-up brushes, feathers and soft sponges near Bridget. The girls inside had no idea of course, it was just the jester’s way of giving the public a suggestion on who to tickle the hardest and longest.
Shortly after this torturous section of the park was open, a group of teenage boys had gathered near Barbara’s and Leslie’s feet and started lathering them up with the bucket of oil provided. Smirking at the faces on the screen freaking out in anticipation, they made a competition on who they could tickle the longest and hardest. Two guys per foot worked in the oil with an assortment of brushes, claw-like contraptions, toothbrushes and other torturous devices, while the mad laughter wasn’t perceivable to them. A rich dude, who had fallen in love with Leslie’s image on the screen bribed the guys tickling her to insanity to leave her to him and started to throw money into the slot as a way of tipping her. The vibrator on the other side of the wall started to go off instantly, causing Leslie to shudder, which clearly registered on the screen. His questioning look at the jester near the door was answered with a conspicuous wink and the man seemed to understand. He handed one of the teens a load of money and told him to keep tossing some into the slot every other minute, while he himself started to sensually tickle the big feet in front of him. This change of sensation paired with the consistent vibrator shocks she was receiving caused her to orgasm within minutes, without her wanting to and increased her sensitivity. This vicious cycle kept repeating for over an hour until the generous donor ran out of cash and had to leave to find an ATM. While this was going on, the guys who were cruelly torturing Leslie’s feet in a competition with the one’s caring for Barbara’s had moved on to give Romy the same treatment. Being worlds more cruel and aggressive in their procedure than the maids had been, the girls on the other side of the soundproof wall were out of their breath and mind within minutes. Barbara and Romy were roaring with belly laughs, as the nerves in their big soles and toes were constantly bombarded with the roughest of input and without breaks. Their crying, red and desperate faces on the screens were taken as indication that they were winning the contest and causing the teens to intensify their effort, relubricating the feet with oil regularly. Not wanting to remind the motivated teens that the merch they were handling were actual human beings that needed enough air to function, the jester instead commanded his co-workers to equip the suffering girls with oxygen masks until the boys outside grew tired - they didn’t. After two hours of constant abuse the jester had to step in and send them over to take care of the currently not pre-occupied girls Bridget and Leslie instead.
The boys moved on to Bridget with her dainty pink soles and Leslie with her broad snow white soles. They all covered them with oil and picked the implements. For Leslie it was two large scrubbing brushes. For Bridget it was two electric toothbrushes for each foot. They were merciless. Each of Leslie’s soles were scrubbed hard and fast, making her break down behind the wall. She was screaming with laughter. If not for the soundproofing, the police would have arrived due to noise ordinance.
Bridget was in a whole other mess. The boys on her had tightened the wing nuts on top of the stocks, pulling her soles taunt and splaying her toes further apart. Then they started to insert the electric toothbrushes between each toe. Breaking her down as the gentle webbing between her toes were assaulted. Up above her feet in the monitor her head was shaking side to side and tears were streaming down her face.
The wealthy man came back from the ATM and spoke to the jester briefly, he then went and put a crisp twenty dollar bill into each of the slots. This would insure that all four girls would be vibrated for twenty minutes. They all started writhing in pleasure and torment. The jester then stood up and approached the man, offering to allow him a ‘backstage’ pass for a fee. He agreed for him and his friend to enter. Some negotiations were made and the Jester pulled out his smartphone and a credit card reader, (funny that they could suddenly accept cards) and swiped his card, and the two were ushered inside to the four wailing women.
Several others had gathered around their feet on the public side of the wall. Two women with sharp nails attacked Romy and Barbara’s oiled soles. Many people figured out what the tips meant and began putting dollar after dollar into the slots.
Meanwhile, behind the wall, the two gentlemen were tickling the nipples of Bridget and Romy. Their squeals echoed off the walls of the room. They both were using electric toothbrushes. The other two would have been frightened had they not also been being tormented on their soles and pussys. At one point one of the men grazed the tip of Leslie’s clit with one of his brushes. She would have hit the roof were not she so secured down.
Outside the wall many people had gathered around and started testing their skills at driving the women out of their skin. It was now almost three and these poor girls had undergone hours upon hours of brutal torment. A couple approached the Jester and quietly asked if they could see the other side of the wall. One was a handsome fellow with dark hair and the other was a short brunette lady with curves from here to Sunday. “Well I’m sure we can work something out,” he said while eyeing the brunette. “Would you like to volunteer for an hour in the stocks while your gentleman companion goes inside?” “Heavens no, I wouldn't last a minute!” “Then the cost is 1000 dollars, a piece for an hour.” He responded flatly. The man gave a knowing look to his wife. “Fine, I’ll sit in the damned stocks. But I get to go in after, right?” “Why of course my dear!” He ushered her over to a set of sitting stocks across the path and secured her. Her husband was in the wings, watching on. The Jester removed her shoes revealing her size 10 soles, red from walking around all day in her tight shoes. Her toes were then tied back and then slathered with a thick substance. “What is your name dear?” the jester whispered. “Jess” she replied apprehensively. “Ladies and gentleman, Jessica has just now volunteered to feed our precious felines!” Several cats were brought out and tethered to the stocks. They began to sniff and mew at her feet. They recognized the smell of fish oil and catnip and began to lick her soles. “Oh Shiiit. Make it Staap.”
The Jester came back to the husband. “She won’t be harmed and in an hour she’ll have reason to be ruthless to these ladies.” Gesturing to the twitching feet coming from the wall. “Now you can watch your wife being licked clean again and again, or you can entertain yourself at the wall. The choice is yours my friend.” He bowed before returning to his chair extravagantly. The crowd applauded as Jessica cried out in laughter and agony. The little raspy tongues getting between her toes, up and down her soles. She was howling with laughter, and her husband was watching the spectacle, which made it a little hot for her. They were going to have a good night tonight for sure.
Meanwhile inside the room the two men had turned their intentions to the under arms of the ladies. They were now oiled up and both men stood between two of them and were casually scratching their armpits. Between this and the constant foot tickling, they were losing their minds. “I wonder which is the most ticklish?” one asked his partner. “ Hard to say we really don’t know what’s going on outside. But if I was to say, this is pretty bad.” He dug his fingers into Romy’s pits and she screeched in laughter. “Really? Better than this?” He ran his nails inside Bridget’s underarms, she begged him to stop. Her feet on the other side of the wall were being flossed between her toes with yarn.
Someone had applied two inch wide scrubbers to Barbara’s feet and were working in an itching cream to her soles. She was in a wild frenzy. “I wonder what is happening to her?” He said as he worked an electric toothbrush into her belly button. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
All this time people continued to ‘tip’ these ladies they had cum several times, each time making them more and more sensitive. Someone swiped their card for $250 on Leslie’s box and she began to convulse. Seeing this as a cue the men got on either side of her and attacked her ribs, belly, armpits and breasts. She could not contain the laughter or the moans. “PLEAAASEEE, STAWWP!”
Jessica’s hour long feeding of the cats had finally come to an end and she was scrubbed down, and towel dried, then she was released, tired, sweaty, and angry. She put her shoes back on and marched to the Jester. “Now let us in!” “Of course my dear, did you enjoy yourself?” She shot daggers at him with her eyes. Her husband was attending to Romy’s feet. She walked by and grabbed him by the elbow. “We’re going in! These bitches are going to pay now”
To Be continued..
By: zillman
Renfaire "fun"
Story by me and TheMilkman. Not finished yet, but we thought we would release the first 10 pages.
The annual renaissance fair start was on a Friday this year, Leslie, Barbara, Romy and Bridget were all dressed in their period costumes. Leslie was a tall blond, a bit chubby and very busty. She was dressed in a tight corset and purple dress. Her hair was in long tight braids. Barbara had her dark hair in a single braid in the back and was wearing a corset and red dress over her plump torso. Romy was at least as tall as Leslie. Romy was a bit more modest and wore a high necked green dress that fastened at her throat and went almost to her ankles. She had her long auburn hair flowing down around to the middle of her back. Bridget was far shorter, maybe 5'2”, she had brilliant green eyes and fiery hair. She was dressed in a barmaid blue dress with her curly hair down. The Four went arm in arm to the gates of the fair.
They were greeted by a jester dressed man, “Well hello ladies! Welcome to our fair! All four of you will be 800 Dollars.” “200 a piece? Last year it was 50!” Leslie exclaimed “ Inflation is just one of the jokes that the world plays on us,” he said with a wicked grin. They huddled together and checked their purses. They had come this far and gone to the trouble of their costumes, they were not about to go home. They did not have that much cash between them. Finally Barbara just whipped out her credit card and slapped it on the counter. “Don't worry girls, I'll get this, you can just owe me later.” “Oh. I am afraid it is cash only. No cards.” “You have to be kidding us.” The four women started back to the car. The jester called to them “There is another way, if you are willing to help us with a demonstration in the festivities then we can allow you in free of charge as employees.”
“What will have to do?” Leslie asked with a raised eyebrow. “Nothing really just demonstrate the town square stockade. It's an education for people to see how the people of our past humiliated people!” The four huddled up and whispered to each other. “What do you say?” Leslie asked. “Isn't kinda humiliating?” Barbara queried “Well we could always just go home. What's the fun in that?” Said Bridget ``Fine let's just do it, a free festival and we only have to take part in it. That's what we're here for!” Romy exclaimed. It was decided they would take some time in the stocks and then enjoy the rest of the weekend. They already had two rooms booked at a nearby inn anyway, and there wasn't much chance of a refund
Leslie whipped around. “Fine, we'll do it.” “Splendid! Now I need you all to sign here, he handed them rather lengthy forms. “What is all this for?” Bridget asked. “Insurance forms I am sure you'll understand. Just sign right there and I'll lead you in.” He called out to a page. “Julio! Take my place!” They grudgingly signed the papers and handed them over and the Jester led them in.
“Please sit down ladies” The jester flourished as he led each to their seats. Each of them reluctantly sat on the bench behind the stocks. The holes for the stocks were well separated, spreading their legs far apart. Their wrists were also confined manacles above their heads, stretched taunt. Their dresses were pushed up to their thighs so a couple of straps could be used to strap them to the benches. “Alright ladies here you are all day.” The jester said. “But you said it was just a small amount of time.” Romy asked. “When you consider the age of the universe, a day is nothing!.” He laughed maniacally.
“We didn't agree to this!” Bridget spoke up. “Of course you did my dears. Is this your signature?” He held up the document she had just signed. “I agree to be a prop of the fare in lieu of paying the entry fee. It's all right there in black and white.”The four women gasped. They were trapped. Completely at the will of this deranged clown. What would he do to them?
He went behind a shed and returned with a wooden box, and handed it to the brutes. They began to remove their sandals and toss them into the box. “What are you doing now?” Barbara asked. “We need to scrub your soles for our crowd, my dear. How else would they be able to tickle you properly?” He then lifted a metal pail full of warm soapy water. “ Who wants to go first? I promise you the first willing participant will be treated the kindest.” He started to tie back their toes to the hooks on the stocks. Cinching all of them back, stretching out their soles and spreading apart their toes. “We need to clean these feet to make them ready for the public” All of them were silent and frightened. “I know, We shall go from smallest to biggest!
“I think we have a clear winner here!” the jester smiled, pointing at Bridget’s tiny tied up feet “Get to work guys, start with the soft brush, small ones will suffice for her”. The young woman began to frantically shake her head left and right, as two masked brutes, dressed like Medieval executioners grabbed small washing brushes drenched in soapy water and each sat down on a footstool next to one of her feet. “Since she’s the first, I guess we’ll go easy on her with half an hour of sole tickling, followed by the same length of toe tickling - what do you say?” The jester’s mouth contorted into a frightening grin and the girls’ eyes sprang open in disbelief. Just at that moment, Bridget started cackling, as the brushes dipped in warm water made contact with her soles, gliding around in small circles. She couldn’t believe how torturous this was and couldn’t imagine a minute, let alone 30 of this insanity. “What do you mean “go easy on her”? An hour of tickling? This is torture! How long are you going to tickle the rest of us then? I can’t even stand walking barefoot, it tickles so much!” Barbara shouted in disbelief, causing Leslie and Romy to nod in uncomfortable agreement, while trying to wiggle their long toes in vain. “It’s interesting that the most ticklish with the biggest feet would have the audacity to speak without my explicit permission. I’ll take a mental note of that” their captor said with a sneer, while Bridget’s cackle had turned into desperate belly laughs, as the brutes increased the speed of their brushing around the girl’s tiny and already reddened water-soaked soles. “The beauty of this cleaning procedure is that the warm water and brushing increases the circulation and wakes up all of the cute little nerve endings, while the moisture and fatty soap makes them nice and slippery. At the same time the brushes will get rid of dirt and any possible hard skin that could dampen the impact of the real attractions of the rest of the day.” The loudness and desperation in Bridget’s laughter had at least doubled, as the masked henchmen had re-soaked the brushes in the water and started applying them to the soaked soles in random patterns at break-neck speed. “5 minutes are over, are you enjoying yourself?”
Two milk maids wandered over and came up to the Jester. The blonde buxom one spoke first, “May we please help?” leering at the unfortunate ‘soles’ before them. “Very well, clean,” he peered around the stable, “That one.” and pointed squarely at Romy. “Take these.” He handed them both a toothbrush along with a bucket of water and scrub brushes. “I want to be able to eat from between her toes by the time you are done, or mark my words, I will eat from between yours.” Bridget was still screaming when they sat at Romy’s stocks.
They started to swish their brushes around in the water, getting suds built up. Romy nervously looked over at Bridget who was losing her mind from the scrubbing. “Please don’t do this.” She whimpered. “But we want to, very much.” They started with her big soles, scrubbing up and down in long deliberate strokes. Romy immediately lost her mind, it tickled so much. Her soles couldn’t move in the stocks, her toes were so tightly tied back. The constant scrubbing of her soles was too much to bear. “Ohhh Gawdd, Please stop!!” “Not until you are cleaned through, you need to be representable.” The brunette said. She dug in harder and faster with her scrub brush, making Romy squeal with ticklish laughter.
“Okay girls, give her another twenty minutes and then move on to her toes. I’m going to rustle up some more volunteer employees to help these other two with their foot bathing.” The Jester turned with a flourish and headed back to the fare. He left Bridget and Romy screaming and Barbara and Leslie looking incredibly nervous. Leslie knew that her feet were next, she tried to scrunch her beefy toes but could not with the ties around them. “We have to get out of here!” She exclaimed. One of the milk maids brought a jar of powder to her. And spilled it into her bodice. It began to itch immediately after. Itching powder had been dumped into the front of her dress. “ Let her suffering be a lesson to the rest of you!” She said before returning to Romy.
Leslie’s big breasts and tummy were on fire with the itching powder. Her hands were still strapped above her head and unable to rub it off, she could only wait until someone rubbed it off for her. Unfortunately, the volunteers showing up to take care of her were delighted in watching her writhe in itching torment and sat down to inspect her huge size 10 feet. “Oh boy, someone has big feet, hehe,” one of the masked women teased “guess we’ll need to get out the big guns to get those squeaky clean”. She picked up a long-handled and hard-bristled bathing brush and dipped it in the foamy water, while Leslie’s eyes started to moisten from fear and the burning sensation from the vicious powder. The other woman, keeping silent, followed suit and started the sole-brushing. While the victim cried and screamed, the jester reappeared: “Make sure to give her feet a nice and long treatment, there’s plenty of room to explore. I’d say 40 minutes for the soles and the same for the toes sounds fair”. Leslie’s desperate howling grew louder and the women really leaned into the brushing now.
Meanwhile, Bridget was on the brink of fainting, when her male tormentors finally laid down their brushes, exhausted themselves from the continuous scrubbing motion on their victim’s tiny soles. “Get yourself a short break guys and bring backup” the malicious-looking jester announced and the masked figures eagerly dropped their brushes. Bridget was sitting there, breathing heavily, trying to keep her composure. When two even bigger men appeared, grabbing toothbrushes from a box and dipping them in the soap water. “Let’s get these little piggies nice and clean, shall we?”, one of them teased, while a single tear rolled down their victim’s cheek. Then she once again joined the chorus of wailing laughter, which now included 3 out of four girls. Only Barbara was getting more and more nervous, looking down on her gigantic tied up feet, with the jester looking in her direction with an evil grin, seemingly indicating that he was saving the worst foot-tickling for her…
“Oh, Have we left someone out?” He approached Barbara, her big feet twitched as she looked over at her friends in their torment. “How big are these feet dear?” She scrunched her eyes and locked her jaw. “We have something very special for Barbara.” He took out two large spinning scrub brushes. He dipped them into a soapy bucket and gave them to two of the volunteers. “How big are these anyway?” He asked. “Ummm 11” She replied “Then so much more effort must go into cleaning them, you may not even be done before the park closes. You know what that means don’t you? You’ll all have to stay overnight. Ladies, please begin.”
Right at that moment, the two girls began swirling the bristles into her arches. She was more ticklish than the previous 3 before. “We are going to have so much fun when we get to your toes! But not for quite a while I am afraid. They started at her heels and slowly scrubbed up her soles, taking their time to get every square inch. When they reached the balls of her feet, she erupted into a crescendo of laughter. Then they descended down again, and back up again. Over and over. Like some never ending machine. “Please stop! Too much! Too much!” “Not enough yet my dear. They aren’t even to the toes.” He said with a smirk. She was laughing in crazed lunacy as he turned his attention back to Leslie who was fighting not only the tickling but also the itch powder.
“How about we scratch that itch of yours”, the jester said with foreshadowing in his voice, looking at the girl on the brink of complete mental breakdown. The girl tried to form words sounding like an affirmative, between the cackling laughter from the cruel tickle torture on her soles, which had been going on for almost 20 minutes. “Let’s see here” the cruel figure said, with a sharp knife in his hands. Leslie stared at him anxiously when he drew closer, fearing for her life, but he just carefully cut open the front of her dress, so her voluminous breasts and her tummy were accessible. He then took the honour of pulling out two long turkey feathers from his pocket, held it in front of the sweating and laughing girls face and proceeded to glide it all over the itching parts. While this made the itch more bearable, it intensely upped the girl’s ticklishness, making her roar with belly laughter. “I guess I’ll keep that up all through the rest of your 20 minutes of sole scrubbing and 40 minutes of toe cleaning - I’m a merciful guy”, the jester said jokingly, laughing maniacally, while dancing the feathers over Leslie’s front.
Meanwhile, Romy was nearing the end of her sole cleaning punishment, her foot bottoms red and completely soaked, as was her tear stained face, which regularly erupted in silent laughter. The two maids licked their lips and looked at each other and then at the girl’s long ticklish toes, secretly planning to keep their tickling up much longer than necessary, while the chef was distracted.
“I think that is enough on the soles, except of course for Barbara, those boats need a lot of attention. For the rest of them we need to use a more refined tool. I want each of you to grab two electric toothbrushes from the bin.” The jester leaned in close to Romy and grinned. “I hope this doesn’t frighten you. But needless to say you are ours to do with for the extent of your contract.” She winced at the thought. “Please just let us go” “Oh my goodness, we have no intent of that.” He began to rub lotion on and between her toes. “You haven’t even started working yet, this is all just prep.”
He continued down the line until all four were fully lotioned with the udder cream, their feet shining and more sensitive than ever. The two still working on Barbara’s huge feet started to lotion as they scrubbed. She was losing her mind. The other six returned armed with toothbrushes for the trapped toes. The area deafened with laughter. The bristles working their way in between and all around every toe on these poor wenches was too much.
Meanwhile the Jester retrieved his scissors and began to cut the backs of the dresses of the poor girls, one by one, stripping them nude. They would have protested if not for the constant toe tickling. Embarrassed, stripped of their clothing, their dignity and most of their minds, the girls kept laughing hysterically, fighting for every single breath with a growing pain in their abdominal muscles and throats. Bridget, who’d been tickled for the longest was almost done with her toe tickling session, when the mysterious jester handed out the lotion and electric toothbrushes and so with no air and fight in her left to protest was sentenced to another, indeterminately long round of the worst type of tickling or “cleaning” she had ever received. She started sobbing, when her sole tickler duo reappeared to relieve the toe ticklers, refreshed and eager to brush that slippery lotion into her butter soft short toes with the strongly buzzing brush heads. Her hoarse laughter was intermingled with that of Romy, whose tomato red head looked dangerously close to exploding. Her long toes, especially the second one, which was the longest, were indescribably ticklish and the lotion and the vibrating heads made her want to crawl out of her skin in ticklish agony. Noticing this, the maids paid special attention to Romy’s second toes, eventually just tying a brush to each to constantly scrub away, while focusing their attention on the other ones, exploring every nook and cranny, especially the sensitive webbing between, the stems, the backs of the toes - everything. Leslie had it better in some respects and worse in others: her even longer toes were not nearly as ticklish as Romy’s, but the jester was still wiggling away his feathers on her breasts, especially her already hardened nipples and now was focussing on a new-found weakpoint - her belly button. “At least the itch seems to have vanished, hasn’t ist?!”, the mysterious torture master said in a shrill voice, laughing hysterically along with his victim, who was getting close to completely mentally snapping.
Barbara was now undergoing sole scrubbing and toe tickling at the same time. She was a mess. Shrieking, laughing and crying all at once. “What is the matter dear? Don’t you like getting into the fare for free?” He mockingly asked. “You are sweating quite a bit you know.” “You’re haha torturing us hahaha!” She cried. “But you agreed to all of this sweetheart. I would think you’d appreciate some time off those big boats you call feet. As a matter of fact, I don’t think they’ll touch the ground for the entire weekend.” “Weekend?!” “Yes of course, you should really read what you sign. Now let’s get rid of this sweat on the rest of your bodies. Especially under your arms. We need a wipe down!” He called out and four more volunteers who brought with them buckets of cool water and sea sponges.
“I want them as clean as the day they were born.” The ‘volunteers’ began at the palms of the hands of these unfortunate girls and worked their ways down their arms. The ones on their feet did not abate. They kept merrily working. Barbara was screaming at this point, her foot torment had simply ramped up. Bridget was beside herself, tears streaking down her cheeks. Romy was half out of her mind, begging for any mercy. Leslie’s breasts were very sensitive, particularly her nipples, a fact that was not lost on her tormentors.
The jester stood back and looked at his handiwork. All four of them were in agony. The constant cleaning, the terrible tickling, the taunting at the size of their feet and bodies. He was quite pleased with himself, they were almost ready for the public. He decided that the best thing was the wall of souls. Pun intended. They would be laid out on massage tables with their feet securely through a wall. The public could tickle them at will, and any adult willing to pay, could come into the holding chamber and do quite a bit more to their naked bodies. No sex or anthing, he wasn’t running a brothel. Sexual teasing may be allowed, but no one is going to mount anyone. Well, maybe he might.
“Alright people, the show will begin shortly. Before however, I need those feet to shine. Barbara has not yet had her toes properly cleaned. Romy needs to have her heels exfoliated. Leslie is starting to get wet from the process and needs to be cleaned once again. Bridget has to have her breasts sponged off once again. Let’s get it together. I Want these ladies ready by noon.” He clapped his hands, turned heel and left the room.
They all started to work furiously, knowing what would become of them if they let the Jester down. All the girls now had toothbrushes between their toes and scrub brushes on their soles, shammy buffers on their breasts and armpits, and waterpics on their pussys. They all screamed in madness, not even knowing what might come next.
One of the maids began to rake her nails up and down Barbara's feet. “Such big feet you have! You will be such a delight for the visitors on the other side of the wall.” Barb screamed in agony.
Her toe stems were tormented the worst. She couldn’t even twitch them. Tears rolled down her face as she begged. All she received were dismissive head shakes from her tormentors.
Another approached Romy’s squirming, naked form. Her feet and breasts were being massaged and tickled relentlessly. The maid held up a small case. And opened it out of Romy’s vision. “ I have a surprise for all of you! You will love it so much, especially you my dear.” She withdrew a vibrating dildo with hip straps to keep it in place. “Time for your medicine love.” She began to work it in and as she did her other accomplices did the same to her friends. “These are connected to a money slot on the other side of the wall, whenever someone puts in a dollar it rages.”
“We want your adoring fans to see your beauty, don’t we? Hanging atop your pretty feet will be a silent television screen attached to the camera above your faces, that way people will know who it is they torment.” A crank was turned beneath each of their chairs. The backs of them went horizontal with their wrists still attached. They were functionally laying down on their backs. Then the stocks split apart and their legs bent at the knees. They now were pushed forward, each to two small open doors that locked once their feet were through. “The wall is completely soundproof, scream all you like.” On the other side, one of the girls had turned on flat screens showing their faces above each set of soles. Along with their names. There was a cash and credit machine next to each reading “TIPS!”. This was of course connected to the corresponding dildos for each girl. Above hung a banner that read “Make us laugh. We witches are ticklish!”
The Jester sat waiting for anyone who wanted a peek behind the curtain and pay to do so.
It was noon now and the park was officially open until 10 o’clock at night, leaving plenty of time for a group of interested visitors to take care of the four girls’ already overstimulated and buttery smooth feet. As during the preparation, the four girls were lined up according to shoe size from Bridget’s tiny size 5 to Barbara’s massive size 11. Also, while visitors had a free choice of tools, the vicious ones such as the electric toothbrushes and big hard-bristled brushes were conveniently placed near Barbara, Leslie and Romy, while the more delicate ones like make-up brushes, feathers and soft sponges near Bridget. The girls inside had no idea of course, it was just the jester’s way of giving the public a suggestion on who to tickle the hardest and longest.
Shortly after this torturous section of the park was open, a group of teenage boys had gathered near Barbara’s and Leslie’s feet and started lathering them up with the bucket of oil provided. Smirking at the faces on the screen freaking out in anticipation, they made a competition on who they could tickle the longest and hardest. Two guys per foot worked in the oil with an assortment of brushes, claw-like contraptions, toothbrushes and other torturous devices, while the mad laughter wasn’t perceivable to them. A rich dude, who had fallen in love with Leslie’s image on the screen bribed the guys tickling her to insanity to leave her to him and started to throw money into the slot as a way of tipping her. The vibrator on the other side of the wall started to go off instantly, causing Leslie to shudder, which clearly registered on the screen. His questioning look at the jester near the door was answered with a conspicuous wink and the man seemed to understand. He handed one of the teens a load of money and told him to keep tossing some into the slot every other minute, while he himself started to sensually tickle the big feet in front of him. This change of sensation paired with the consistent vibrator shocks she was receiving caused her to orgasm within minutes, without her wanting to and increased her sensitivity. This vicious cycle kept repeating for over an hour until the generous donor ran out of cash and had to leave to find an ATM. While this was going on, the guys who were cruelly torturing Leslie’s feet in a competition with the one’s caring for Barbara’s had moved on to give Romy the same treatment. Being worlds more cruel and aggressive in their procedure than the maids had been, the girls on the other side of the soundproof wall were out of their breath and mind within minutes. Barbara and Romy were roaring with belly laughs, as the nerves in their big soles and toes were constantly bombarded with the roughest of input and without breaks. Their crying, red and desperate faces on the screens were taken as indication that they were winning the contest and causing the teens to intensify their effort, relubricating the feet with oil regularly. Not wanting to remind the motivated teens that the merch they were handling were actual human beings that needed enough air to function, the jester instead commanded his co-workers to equip the suffering girls with oxygen masks until the boys outside grew tired - they didn’t. After two hours of constant abuse the jester had to step in and send them over to take care of the currently not pre-occupied girls Bridget and Leslie instead.
The boys moved on to Bridget with her dainty pink soles and Leslie with her broad snow white soles. They all covered them with oil and picked the implements. For Leslie it was two large scrubbing brushes. For Bridget it was two electric toothbrushes for each foot. They were merciless. Each of Leslie’s soles were scrubbed hard and fast, making her break down behind the wall. She was screaming with laughter. If not for the soundproofing, the police would have arrived due to noise ordinance.
Bridget was in a whole other mess. The boys on her had tightened the wing nuts on top of the stocks, pulling her soles taunt and splaying her toes further apart. Then they started to insert the electric toothbrushes between each toe. Breaking her down as the gentle webbing between her toes were assaulted. Up above her feet in the monitor her head was shaking side to side and tears were streaming down her face.
The wealthy man came back from the ATM and spoke to the jester briefly, he then went and put a crisp twenty dollar bill into each of the slots. This would insure that all four girls would be vibrated for twenty minutes. They all started writhing in pleasure and torment. The jester then stood up and approached the man, offering to allow him a ‘backstage’ pass for a fee. He agreed for him and his friend to enter. Some negotiations were made and the Jester pulled out his smartphone and a credit card reader, (funny that they could suddenly accept cards) and swiped his card, and the two were ushered inside to the four wailing women.
Several others had gathered around their feet on the public side of the wall. Two women with sharp nails attacked Romy and Barbara’s oiled soles. Many people figured out what the tips meant and began putting dollar after dollar into the slots.
Meanwhile, behind the wall, the two gentlemen were tickling the nipples of Bridget and Romy. Their squeals echoed off the walls of the room. They both were using electric toothbrushes. The other two would have been frightened had they not also been being tormented on their soles and pussys. At one point one of the men grazed the tip of Leslie’s clit with one of his brushes. She would have hit the roof were not she so secured down.
Outside the wall many people had gathered around and started testing their skills at driving the women out of their skin. It was now almost three and these poor girls had undergone hours upon hours of brutal torment. A couple approached the Jester and quietly asked if they could see the other side of the wall. One was a handsome fellow with dark hair and the other was a short brunette lady with curves from here to Sunday. “Well I’m sure we can work something out,” he said while eyeing the brunette. “Would you like to volunteer for an hour in the stocks while your gentleman companion goes inside?” “Heavens no, I wouldn't last a minute!” “Then the cost is 1000 dollars, a piece for an hour.” He responded flatly. The man gave a knowing look to his wife. “Fine, I’ll sit in the damned stocks. But I get to go in after, right?” “Why of course my dear!” He ushered her over to a set of sitting stocks across the path and secured her. Her husband was in the wings, watching on. The Jester removed her shoes revealing her size 10 soles, red from walking around all day in her tight shoes. Her toes were then tied back and then slathered with a thick substance. “What is your name dear?” the jester whispered. “Jess” she replied apprehensively. “Ladies and gentleman, Jessica has just now volunteered to feed our precious felines!” Several cats were brought out and tethered to the stocks. They began to sniff and mew at her feet. They recognized the smell of fish oil and catnip and began to lick her soles. “Oh Shiiit. Make it Staap.”
The Jester came back to the husband. “She won’t be harmed and in an hour she’ll have reason to be ruthless to these ladies.” Gesturing to the twitching feet coming from the wall. “Now you can watch your wife being licked clean again and again, or you can entertain yourself at the wall. The choice is yours my friend.” He bowed before returning to his chair extravagantly. The crowd applauded as Jessica cried out in laughter and agony. The little raspy tongues getting between her toes, up and down her soles. She was howling with laughter, and her husband was watching the spectacle, which made it a little hot for her. They were going to have a good night tonight for sure.
Meanwhile inside the room the two men had turned their intentions to the under arms of the ladies. They were now oiled up and both men stood between two of them and were casually scratching their armpits. Between this and the constant foot tickling, they were losing their minds. “I wonder which is the most ticklish?” one asked his partner. “ Hard to say we really don’t know what’s going on outside. But if I was to say, this is pretty bad.” He dug his fingers into Romy’s pits and she screeched in laughter. “Really? Better than this?” He ran his nails inside Bridget’s underarms, she begged him to stop. Her feet on the other side of the wall were being flossed between her toes with yarn.
Someone had applied two inch wide scrubbers to Barbara’s feet and were working in an itching cream to her soles. She was in a wild frenzy. “I wonder what is happening to her?” He said as he worked an electric toothbrush into her belly button. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
All this time people continued to ‘tip’ these ladies they had cum several times, each time making them more and more sensitive. Someone swiped their card for $250 on Leslie’s box and she began to convulse. Seeing this as a cue the men got on either side of her and attacked her ribs, belly, armpits and breasts. She could not contain the laughter or the moans. “PLEAAASEEE, STAWWP!”
Jessica’s hour long feeding of the cats had finally come to an end and she was scrubbed down, and towel dried, then she was released, tired, sweaty, and angry. She put her shoes back on and marched to the Jester. “Now let us in!” “Of course my dear, did you enjoy yourself?” She shot daggers at him with her eyes. Her husband was attending to Romy’s feet. She walked by and grabbed him by the elbow. “We’re going in! These bitches are going to pay now”
To Be continued..
