TickleMantis
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Hello Friends! 
I gotta give myself a pat on the back for this one, getting a new Tickle Tutor story out in just over six months has got to be a record. With all the action ramping up to such wild degrees I just HAD to get it done!
If all goes according to plan, this latest entry is going to be the penultimate volume for most of the characters, which is pretty exciting! I've definitely had a conclusion to this saga in mind for a long time now and, as you'll see from reading the tale below, everything we've seen so far is very much coming to a head!
That being said, if you need a refresher or are new to the series, you can find previous entires right here in my TMF archive. Also, as with #7 I've included a handy dandy 'previously' re-cap section at the beginning of this story too.
For those of you who've been keeping up with the series since the beginning, I want to give you all a HUGE thank you! It might just be a smutty bunch of stories in a dark, perverted corner of the internet but your ongoing support, comments and PMs really do mean a lot. I appreciate you very much!
As always, please do share your thoughts, I'm always keen to hear what you all think!
Enjoy!
'Mantis
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Tickle Tutor #8: A Legacy of Maniacs
By TickleMantis
MF/f
Seeking vengeance for crimes committed against her and other innocents, Emma Clark soon finds her own desires have started to cloud the path toward justice. After locating the notorious Madam Ui, the pair of unlikely allies set out to take down their common enemy, only for more innocents to get caught in the crossfire. Among those made to suffer is Cindy Reid, a former fellow student from Emma’s hometown now turned unwilling spy in the employ of billionaire Harry Deveno Junior.
Also employed by Deveno is his personal assistant, a young woman known as Hannah Quist. Saddled with perhaps the worst assignment of a career that’s barely even begun, Hannah puts up with her boss’ handsy assaults on a daily basis. After several months working under the irritable industrialist things begin to escalate when young paralegal Cindy Reid catches his eye. Not the only new hire in Deveno’s staff, Cindy is joined by a mysterious freelancer whose role it appears is entirely depraved.
Meanwhile, Harry is locked in a bitter battle over company matters with his business partner and widow to his late father, Gwendolyn Deveno. In disguise, the freelancer Izan uses his unique skill set to compel Gwendolyn toward her stepson’s way of thinking. Gwendolyn however isn’t the type of woman who’s quick to wave the white flag after a single loss. Taking a page from Harry’s book of underhanded tactics, the scorned widow knows that it takes more than a single battle to determine the outcome of a war…
An hour before they’d landed the men put a bag over Emma’s head. Madam Ui and Hannah got the same treatment, as far as she knew. From the plane they’d been moved to a van and from there it was anyone’s guess where the three women were taken. At the destination Emma was hoisted onto someone’s shoulder, a big man who purposely poked her in the ribs as he carried her, eliciting squeals every other step.
“P-put me down!” The buxom redhead wriggled, feeling the unmistakable jostling of a staircase. She could see the barest hints of light through the black bag, it’s draw string synched just a touch too tight around her neck. The man whose shoulder upon which was she was bent over responded only by pinching her side. “Eeeiehaha!”
Whoever he was, he was tall and strong. Emma could feel his muscles, one burly shoulder pressed into her stomach, one steely forearm coiled around the back of her thick thighs. He carried her with ease despite her struggling, though blinded and bound with hands behind her back there was hardly much fight the freckle-faced girl could have given. Each time he’d poke at her Emma would kick, her knees patting pitifully into his well toned chest. The fear of finally reaching the end of their journey gripped the captive girl, especially knowing there were almost certainly several more brutish men somewhere nearby. Fear, and an unruly sense of dreaded arousal.
“There we go.“ Said the man, his voice gruff as he gripped her by the hips and launched the curvy young woman into thin air. “Happy?”
“Oof!” Emma’s shapely butt hit something soft and she fell back. A mattress, she guessed as she squirmed upon it, what was likely a duvet cover wrinkling under her. Tied and unable to see, the anxious girl remembered her jeans were still open at the front. Zipper wide apart, belt dangling, the front of her shamefully stained pink panties on full display. At least she was clothed, which was more than could be said for her fellow prisoners, wherever they were.
“Hold still now.” Another man’s voice this time, a little softer. A large hand took hold of the fiery haired girl’s right ankle.
“No no!” Emma jerked her leg, worming her body to try and crawl away. “Get off me!”
The man who’d carried her spoke again. “He said hold still.” And before the fitful girl could even think to obey he began clawing at her sides.
“Eiieehaha! Nohonohopleaaheehee!” Girlish laughter filled the confines of her dark world. Twisting and rolling helplessly between her capturer’s hands, Emma could feel the tips of all ten of his fingers digging through the thin material of her yellow t-shirt.
As she strained to free her wrists from the rope around them and giggled loudly, the hopelessly sensitive journalist forgot all about the other man holding her lower leg. Kept well distracted by the one with the gruff voice, the other beastly fellow was able to easily pull her leg out and set the back of her ankle to rest upon a narrow wooden surface. While Emma plead for the unseen attack to end, her voice high-pitched with laughter, a rope similar to the one binding her hands was looped several times around her ankle. Only when the abrupt assault on her midriff came to a merciful halt did the worrisome girl realize her leg was now firmly trapped.
“Wh-where am I?!” Emma stammered, a little breathless after several seconds of terrible tickling. “Please-please tell your boss, tell Mr. Deveno I’m not here to cause trouble! I want to help him!” She felt fingers start to curl around her left ankle and darted her leg away. “Please don’t! I swear I-“ The memory of Madam Ui and poor Hannah aboard the plane flashed into Emma’s mind. “WE only want to help!”
It was, after all and as far as the pleading girl knew, entirely her fault that her companions had ended up kidnapped in the first place. She should never have undermined Madam Ui’s one demand to avoid Harry Deveno at all costs. Now history was repeating itself as anyone who went near Emma these last six months seemed to be guaranteed a terrible fate. Wendy Starr and Deena Tripp, Cindy Reid, Madam Ui herself and even poor Hannah Quist. Especially Hannah, whose only crime was getting caught in the whirlwind and suffering for it.
“Help yourself by staying still.” Gruff-Voice spoke again, right as he took hold of the redhead’s hips and dug his thumbs deep into the soft spots just inside the bone.
“Yeeeihaha! Nohonohoho!” Emma sprung up, hunching forward before losing balance and toppling sideways. Kicking her one free leg the straining girl bounced madly, desperate to dislodge the two wiggling thumb-tips from her lower tummy. “Stop it! Ahahaha! Stopeeiihahaha!”
Her remaining shred of freedom didn’t last more than a couple of seconds. Just as had been done to the giggling journalist’s right leg, the left was quickly snatched up and pulled down toward what she assumed was the foot of the bed. Pinning Emma’s last loose limb six inches or so from it’s bound counterpart, the softer-spoken man spun more rope and tied her ankle in place. Completely restrained as the last knot was tugged tight, the helplessly laughing girl could now only wiggle her sock covered feet as they dangled off the edge of whatever they had been bound to.
“Would have been easier just to do as you’re told, eh?” The man who’d carried her relented his latest attack. “Not that I’m complaining.”
The man who’d tied her ankles down was still looming near Emma’s alarmingly vulnerable feet, a fact she was all too aware of. “Maybe she’s bratty on purpose.” He said and the curly haired girl imagined him giving a careless shrug. “Could be she likes it.”
“No!” Emma scoffed though even she was not entirely convinced. The truth of late was somewhat more complicated, at least in theory. Ever since her torment at the hands of Jai Lin the thought of being tickled had been turning the confused young woman on to unprecedented degrees. Actually being tickled itself turned her on too, though if the burly man’s poking and prodding was anything to go by she still found the experience most disagreeable.
“You like tickling others though, don’t ya?” Gruff-Voice poked a finger gently around the redhead’s neck making her squeak and hunch one shoulder up. “Relax, I’m tryna take your hood off.”
“Ah!” Emma gasped when the bag was pulled from her head. Squinting, it took a moment as her eyes adjusted to the warmly lit room. She was in fact tied to a bed, a great four-poster frame taking center stage among a collection of other richly made wooden furniture in what was a rather large bedroom. Looking down over her curvaceous body, the trapped girl took note of her petit feet which were skillfully tied overtop of the railed footboard.
Gruff-Voice, it turned out, was the very same man who’d provided brutish in-flight entertainment on their plane ride earlier in the day. Holden Reznor his name was, and he towered on the right hand side of the bed, a boisterous smirk surrounded by a bushy Viking-like beard. At the foot of the bed stood a slightly darker skinned man Emma didn’t recognize. Dressed similarly to Holden in all black, the strapping man had a head of long dark hair that hung in a single thick braid most of the way down his back. Despite his occupation the second kidnapper had much kinder eyes than Reznor’s mischievous glare, and both his muscular arms were covered in colourless tattoos of various iconic North American animals.
“No sense denying it, Red.” Reznor tossed the black bag on top of the numerous pillows that were piled several inches above Emma’s head. “We all saw what you did to the blonde girl back in ‘Frisco.”
“That wasn’t-that was just-“ The sheepish girl fumbled over her own thoughts. Depending on how much the men had seen there was no way to hide her sinful enjoyment of the terrible things she’d done to Hannah. “We…we were just looking for answers.”
Reznor chuckled and his tattooed friend cracked a minimal smile. “What do you think, Chev?” The bald Viking said. “Think our little firecracker here likes dishing it out or taking it more?”
The one named Chev shrugged his broad shoulders in almost the exact way Emma had imagined him doing. “I think the boss said we were to tie her up and get out of here.”
“Ah, come on.” Reznor stepped so close to the bedside his legs pressed against the mattress. “Look at her will ya? We got a couple minutes. You can’t tell me you aren’t tempted.”
Both of the hulking soldiers looked over their blushing captive, their eyes all curious and hungry. Emma’s breath stopped in her throat, her skin bristling with nervous energy. She recalled once again the way Reznor had manhandled Madam Ui during their flight, his mass of sheer strength grabbing and pawing at the much smaller woman’s body. Even if Ui hadn’t of been tied up there would have been nothing she could have done against such immense power, the bear of a man making her conform to whatever carnal desire occurred to him at any given second. Faced now with two giant men and more restrained than her companion had been, Emma could hardly imagine how terribly they could make her suffer.
“Hmm.” Chev tilted his head thoughtfully to one side and began strolling around to the opposite side of the bed from his friend. “What’s a couple minutes?”
“No-nono wait!” Looking back and forth hurriedly between the two men, the anxious girl couldn’t help from feeling as turned on as she was afraid. Arousing as the dark fantasies might have been, the reality of having multiple barbaric figures aiming to use her for their amusement was a special kind of hell. For Emma’s sins such punishment was perhaps exactly what she deserved, yet the earning of it didn’t make the result any more palatable.
“No way out, Red.” Reznor loomed large, leaning in just as Chev pressed his own legs against the other side of the mattress.
Having already seen how Holden responded to pleas for mercy, Emma decided to hinge all her desperate hopes on the darker skinned man. “Please, please d-don’t do it!” Putting on her best puppy-dog expression, the fretful girl had to believe those kind eyes held some measure of pity behind them.
“Oh you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree there, sweetheart.” The bearded man’s huge hands came up, his fingers clawing gently at the air over their captive. “Ol’ Chev’s almost as mean as Sergeant Lucas himself!”
Chev titled his head slightly and gave that shrug again. Following Reznor’s example his hands rose up too. A foot above her the soldiers’ twenty collective fingers danced slowly, each one set to drop directly down onto Emma’s unprotected torso. Terrible as Harry Deveno’s reputation was the bound girl still hoped he might stride through the door at that very moment. Escaping seemed unlikely, even impossible, but if nothing else the arrival of their boss would at the very least delay her misery, if only for a short time. Hopes dashed as soon as they’d arrived, Chev and Reznor’s fingers dived downward, plunging onto the redhead’s cotton-covered with lethal speed.
“Aiiieeehahaha!” Emma lurched upward, curling her abdomen tight as the two men poked and prodded and squeezed. Against her tiny body the muscular duo’s large pinching paws were able to cover almost the entire length of both tender sides with their reach. Fingertips drilled into the squealing young woman’s convulsing midriff, dug at her heaving ribs and even grazed the outermost edges of her hefty bosoms. Flailing back against the covers, Emma strained with laughter and rolled wildly between their groping hands.
“Funny,-“ Chev goosed the struggling girl’s side with a striking intensity, an act that instantly turned her pleading gasps into a torrent of erratic squealing. “-don’t think we’ll even need to rack this one to make her talk.”
“You hear that, Red?” Holden asked, and Emma very much had not heard either of them as they continued to claw at her. “Chev thinks you’ll spill the beans in no time!”
“Maybe we’ll get to rack her after the boss is done?”
“What do you think, little lady?” The bald Viking spoke up, just loud enough for his teasing words to get through the spasming girl’s laughter. “Chev and I take you back to his place, hm? Get your gear off, strap you up good and naked?”
As though the agony of being defenseless, outnumbered and pitilessly tickled didn’t already cause Emma’s nipples to point through her shirt, Reznor’s taunting only served to pile on her arousal. Her freckled cheeks blushing harder by the second, thoughts of being nude and stretched across some well-used wooden rack in front of the men now swirled in the buxom girl’s panic-addled mind. The mere thought of it was a torture unto itself, and knowing such a thing could be made reality in the near future drove Emma mad with a dread that walked hand in hand with forbidden lust.
“Girls love my rack.” Chev stated plainly as a couple of his digits slipped under the redhead’s shirt, stroking directly across the sensitive flesh of her lower tummy.
“I don’t know about most girls, but this one might!” Not to be left out, Reznor sent a few fingertips sliding under the bottom of their prisoner’s shirt as well.
“Naahaha! Notthereahaha! Eiieeaha!” Emma’s curls flew as she stared down, wide eyes glaring at the wiggling fingers creeping along the top of her waistline.
“All girls.” The pony-tailed man made an indignant frown, carrying on their conversation as if there wasn’t a young woman cackling miserably between them.
“What about that one last week?” Holden was just as casual, even as he invited himself to push the redhead’s shirt a little higher and expose more of her milky white belly.
“Pink hair?”
“That’s the one. You can’t tell me she was having a good time.”
“She said she loved it.”
“She was crying!”
“And laughing, don’t forget.”
“Because you wouldn’t stop licking her toes.” Reznor had both hands on Emma’s bare tummy now, his deft fingers skating maddeningly up and down between her ribs and open belt.
“She loved that too.”
“It doesn’t count if you make them say it.”
“We should find her again, she was fun.” Chev kept one hand pinching at the breathless girl’s stomach while his other had wandered higher, his digits prodding curiously around the bulbous side of her large breast.
“After what we did to her she probably left town.”
“I think she was only here for spring break anyway.”
What small snippets of the soldiers’ conversation Emma managed to catch had sent her disastrous libido into a fervor. Try as she might to avoid them, images of pink-haired nymphs bound by unforgiving leather straps joined alongside fantasies of herself trussed up and stripped for further anguish. For all Madam Ui had told her to avoid Harry Deveno the fact was the busty girl now wanted to see him more than ever. Relentless as Reznor and Chev were it was clear nothing except the rival of their boss was going to stop their fingers from running rampant over her terribly ticklish body. If Emma hadn’t had a reason to hate the billionaire beforehand she certainly did now, and it started with his tardiness.
“A-hem.” Someone cleared their throat and both men snapped back, the pair of them standing at immediate attention either side of the bed.
Emma wheezed, her shirt bunched up around her lower ribcage and rising with each deep breath. Now clear of their wiggling fingers the flustered girl could focus a little, or just enough to notice the feeling of a warm dampness between her thighs. God, she was feverishly horny and far from the first time that day. The men weren’t looking at her anymore, both of them focused toward the door, something the curvaceous girl found she was both thankful for and strangely disappointed by.
“Thank you gentlemen-” The new voice said, a woman by the sound, and as soon as she spoke both Reznor and Chev began walking quickly out of the room. “-that will be quite enough.”
The door clicked shut followed by a series of gentle, leisurely footsteps. Still catching her breath, Emma swallowed and blinked. Looking down over her disheveled attire and passed her socks there stood a statuesque blonde woman, one eyebrow raised as she examined the bound girl with a discerning look. A moment passed as the redhead’s frazzled mind put itself back together. Then, like someone had hit her across the chest, the voluptuous captive realized it had not been Harry Deveno behind her capture at all, but his one-time stepmother and business partner, Gwendolyn Deveno.
“I’ve never much understood the fascination.” The casually dressed woman mused thoughtfully. “One might think I’d have figured it out after all these years.” She sighed and made a sort of sad smile. “Still, I can appreciate tickling has it’s uses. Compelling a person to do something they’d rather not, for example.”
“I…I...This…” Emma began three different thoughts and failed to finish any of them.
“You seem confused, young lady.” Mrs. Deveno stood just inches from the bound girl’s dangling feet. “In that we are alike. I was distressed recently. I’m not the type to usually get distressed but there were decisions made beyond my control. My response was…admittedly quite dramatic. Imagine then, my surprise when my security team told me a little freckled girl and a former associate of my husband’s had beaten me to the punch.”
“We’re not enemies.” Something partway useful finally managed to blather out of the redhead’s lips. “You went after Hannah. We did too. We’re on the same side.”
“Are we?” Gwendolyn spoke with a sternness that suggested her question was far more of a statement. “Which side would that be, exactly? You don’t work for Harry and you don’t work for me. Unless you do work for Harry. I can imagine him sending someone to torment his own assistant.”
“No! This is- it’s all just gotten so complicated…” Emma furrowed her brow. “Please, look I, if you can just –just let me up, let me think, I can tell you everything, anything you want to know!”
“I’ll tell you what.” The shapely older woman closed those few inches between herself and the foot of the bed. Once there, with her prisoner’s feet wiggling nervously over the edge, she hooked a single index finger under the rim of one small sock. “I’ll take no pleasure in this-“
“N-no wait!” Flinching her foot, the trapped girl squeaked, cringing as she felt Gwendolyn’s fingertip slither alongside her ankle.
Unabated, the striking blonde began pulling Emma’s sock downward. “-but since it seems to be the only language anyone involved seems to understand, I’m going to tickle you.”
“Nonono please! Please! I’ll tell you anyway! I’ll tell you!” Alarms blared within, flames bursting out of control in the recesses of the captive’s libido. She recalled the last time a woman of imposing nature and billions of dollars to her name had her tied to a bed. The fact it happened twice was remarkable indeed, and Emma might have focused more on that fact if she weren’t consumed by panic and arousal. “It-it’s about Jai Lin and, and-“
“And, and…”
“Pleeheeheease no!” As her sock was dragged down the length of her tiny foot, the buxom girl could feel Mrs. Deveno’s long fingernail graze the outer-side of her sole.
“I don’t know who Jai Lin is.” Gwendolyn tossed the sock aside and left five of Emma’s petit toes curling in the open. “So I suggest you start from the very beginning.” She hooked her other index finger under the rim of the giggling young woman’s remaining sock.
“Okay! Okayeehee! Nnfff!” Pursing her lips, the squirming girl could scarcely keep still as she tried to stifle the slew of laughter threatening to burst out of her. “I need-I need a minute aheehee! J-just st-stopeheehe!”
“I’m not even tickling you yet.”
“I can’t thiieheeink!”
“Suppose you’d better hurry then.”
Her second sock went sailing away and with both feet completely naked Emma shook her head. Mrs. Deveno looked on plainly, true to her word she didn’t appear to particularly enjoy the activity. There was an indifference in the widow’s eyes, and that lack of real interest somehow turned the blushing girl on even more. Frustrated with herself it was beginning to seem like there was little left in the world that didn’t turn her on anymore, be it the rabid hunger of Reznor and his ilk or someone like Gwendolyn who didn’t care whether Emma suffered or not. Even as she started to wiggle five well manicure nails just above her captives left foot the elegant heiress’ expression did not change.
“O-okay, okay! It began, it began with uh -with uh-“ Unable to take her eyes off of those talons poised so dangerously close to her hypersensitive soles, the excruciatingly ticklish girl sputtered dumbly. Fighting back the swell of giggles bubbling in her chest, concentrating on anything besides the threat of having her feet touched was a monumental undertaking indeed. “M-Mr. Lucas!” A useable thought struck and just as Emma managed to stutter it out one of Gwendolyn’s claws brushed with a barely noticeable stroke across the heel of her left sole. “Eiehee!”
“The more you laugh, the more I’ll tickle.” Mrs. Deveno almost sounded regretful. “Talk fast.”
For a supposedly unpracticed torturer, the voluptuous billionaire’s approach to interrogation was as maddening as a seasoned veteran’s. Instead of an outright assault which would have rendered Emma unable to talk within seconds, Gwendolyn kept her fingers wiggling so close it was a wonder air could pass between the two of them. Stretching her bare soles back, the flummoxed redhead strained to stay out of reach as the occasional fingernail would skim her horrifically sensitive skin. Through the internal chaos that was her agony and arousal, Emma struggled to tell the long and winding tale of her fight to take down Jai Lin.
Through spluttering giggles and abrupt shrieks, the endlessly squirming girl forced forth as much detail as she could. After a few exhausting minutes, somewhere around the part involving poor Wendy Starr’s dreadful experience behind closed doors, tears began to well in Emma’s eyes. By the time she reached her discovery of a more nefarious plot from the comfort of her New York apartment, the fiery haired journalist could feel her soaked pussy pulsate. There was still a lot of story left to tell, and after almost fifteen minutes of relentless teasing it was clear the end couldn’t be reached without some measure of mercy.
“I ca-I cahahan’t!” Emma gasped, her curly locks whipping about. Her face was bright red and a tear trickled down one freckled cheek. With her nipples tingling beneath her bra and a growing warmth in her lower tummy there she knew climax would arrive before the story was done. “I’m telling you! Eeeheehee! Please, I-I’m doing what you want!”
“Good.” Gwendolyn bought her free hand around to hover severely close below the redhead’s right foot and danced her slender fingers in the air. “And I’ve no doubt you’ll continue.”
“Ahnohohoho!” Vibrating atop the covers as if she were being tickled, the paranoia alone caused the buxom girl to laugh desperately.
“Keep talking.”
“Pleeheeheease! I cahaha! Ican’tthink! Aeheehee!”
“You’re wasting your breath. Just imagine how hard it’s going to be-“ Mrs. Deveno raked a single nail tip from the bottom of Emma’s heel all the way to the tender balls of her right foot. “-if I keep doing this repeatedly.”
“AAAIIEEHE!” Arching her back violently, the curvy girl shrieked and curled her toes, the accosted sole wrinkling it’s creamy skin.
A gut-wrenching thought occurred to Emma as she flopped back down; that perhaps in part her attempts to speak were not hindered entirely by involuntary laughter. Perhaps, just maybe, there was some devilish part of her that stood in aggravating defiance against both Gwendolyn’s questions and her own wishes for freedom. That naughty, rebellious spark that was becoming more and more difficult to fight everyday. It didn’t want to talk, because it didn’t want to leave.
“Three seconds before I do that again.” The widow waggled the offending finger in full view of her prisoner. “Three…twoooo…”
“I went home!” Emma blurted, and continued to blurt and blubber as she giggled and twitched and writhed through the rest of her sordid tale. Wendy and Deena’s capture, followed briefly thereafter by her own. Torture at the hands of Jai Lin, Aleena’s betrayal and the search for Madam Ui. She covered Ui’s own story as best she could remember and went on to the fateful meeting with Cindy Reid. Through more tickled tears Emma explained why she and Ui had tortured Hannah Quist, and how it had all bought them to the here and now.
Gwendolyn showed no sign of joy or disdain, her fingers carrying on robotically over the course of what must have been close to an hour. By the time the tale was told in full, or as close to full as Emma could manage under the nerve-racking stress of almost being tickled for so long, her desire to climax had long since turned from want to need. Nipples swollen to the point of pain, the fervently horny girl longed for her teasing goddess to let loose, to unleash all ten fingernails across her soles and abolish the horrid, unending anticipation. A second or two would do it, it would be all she needed and far more than she could stand. Just enough to send her reeling, that was all she wanted, a quick stroke to unbind the monstrous orgasm scratching and titillating her every tingling nerve.
“Then what I gather, from all that-“ Mrs. Deveno folded her arms, her amble cleavage ballooning as she pushed her bosoms up a little. “-is we are not on the same side at all. Your interest is focused on this Jai Lin person, far and away from putting an end to my business partner. We are hardly aligned.”
“N-no…unhh…” Emma squeezed her thigh muscles, grinding her ass lewdly into the mattress as she tried to keep from moaning. “You’re wrong…mmf…”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You…you don’t want to stop Harry...”
Gwendolyn scoffed. “Do I not?”
“You were married to his father.” The breathless girl paused to huff a couple of deep breaths and rolled one side of her face against the duvet which soaked up some tears. “Everything I know of Harold Deveno, you can’t have had any easy time.”
“An understatement, but go on.”
“Harry, Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, Madam Ui. Even me.” Emma rolled the other way and dried her face. She took a second to compose herself further but still had to bite her lip a little when taking in the sight of her own bare feet bound helplessly before the stunning older woman. “You now too, as it stands. All of it, all of us, we’re all products of Harold Deveno.”
“Are we now?”
“That was–is his greatest crime.” Propping herself up on her elbows, the flustered girl grimaced as she fought to ignore the ongoing sinfulness throbbing beneath her panties. “Your husband made a lot of people suffer in his life, and many many more have suffered since he passed. If he hadn’t done the things he did, building that secret place of his, filling it with like-minded people and turning others into monsters, none of us would be here.”
“Harry is my problem now.” Mrs. Deveno’s fingers tapped against her bicep, a look of disinterest across her flawless face. “I can hardly make war on ghosts.”
Emma tried to appear serious for this next part, as serious as she could whilst bound to a bed, red-faced and terribly aroused. Everything she’d worked towards would succeed or fail in the next few moments. “I don’t believe it’s enough, not for you. I think you want payback, real payback and not against Harry, but his father. I know I would. You need to destroy everything he loved, not his company or his son, but the things he really loved. His true passion. Harold Deveno lives on through every one of us. Help us take down Jai and Sam Lucas, help us stop them and we can put an end to the memory of him once and for all.”
One of Gwendolyn’s perfectly trimmed eyebrows raised as silence fell. Her fingers ceased their tapping and her shoulders relaxed a little. Then, she nodded, slow and thoughtful. “Hm. Assuming I help you, what then do we do about the bastard Harry?”
“Jai Lin has billions.” Emma nodded too, though with a lot more vigor and eagerness than her capturer. “We get her to give it up. Without it she’ll have no more power. We do exactly to her what she did to get the fortune from Madam Ui. You can have the money, every cent, and use it to go at Harry however you please.”
“Aren’t you clever?” Unfolding her arms, the older woman cupped her hands together and stared off to one side, looking at nothing in particular. “I’m going to talk to your friend, the madam, and that poor creature Harry has for an assistant. I’ll see what they have to say, then I’ll make a decision.”
“Okay.” It was about the best result the bare foot girl could have hoped for, short of being compelled to climax on top of it. “That’s fair.”
Turning halfway toward the door, Gwendolyn stopped. She looked back and, standing side on to the redhead’s feet, reached one hand out and scribbled five fingers up the girl’s left sole.
“Eieeahh!” Emma jerked sharply, bouncing against the duvet. Though she had calmed a little, the sudden flurry of fingers across her foot sent her sizzling libido instantly back to the precipice of orgasm once again.
“Hmph.” The leggy blonde crooked one corner of her lips before pivoting back toward the door. “Still nothing.”
Almost two hours passed before anyone arrived to untie Emma. Thankfully the man they sent was a good deal more obedient than Reznor. He was tall like the others, sporting short dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. Dorner was his name, the freckle-faced captive figured by the distinctive scar he wore on one forearm, she remembered him speaking briefly aboard the plane.
The moment the ropes were loose the disheveled girl ran, locking herself in the ensuite washroom. Finally alone and unrestrained, Emma wasted no time slipping her hand beneath her panties and masturbating enthusiastically toward a long awaited orgasm. Recalling the string of alarming incidents that had filled her day thus far, the shamefully horny redhead stood hunched over the sink, jeans down around her knees while she stroked her clit and stifled a long series of delighted moans and groans.
Upon exiting the washroom, feeling much less tension than she had all day, Emma was surprised to find a fluffy white bathrobe and matching towel folded on the bed, and a pair of equally fluffy slippers on the floor. Dorner was gone, and atop the robe sat a small folded piece of white card. ‘Clean yourself up’ the note read in well-practiced cursive writing, ‘and come downstairs’. Finally free of her overbearing lust, the now far more straight-thinking young woman instead began to realize just how drastically out depth she had become. Not only had she committed at least one terribly heinous act that day, it at last truly dawned on Emma that she was once again someone’s prisoner. After trying the bedroom door, which was predictably locked, the worrisome former journalist decided the best thing she could do for the moment was obey.
What followed later that evening was a most peculiar gathering of people in the main dining room of Gwendolyn Deveno’s Miami mansion. Showered and dressed in nothing more than her robe and slippers, Emma descended the stairs and overheard one of the security team suggest their meeting take place in the conservatory. There would be more room, the man said, but his mistress was adamant they use the dining room. For reasons unknown the buxom billionaire seemed very much opposed to setting foot in her apparently quite spacious conservatory.
Emma was the last of the unlikely collection of conspirators to arrive. At the head of the table was Gwendolyn herself, flanked on either side by her five bodyguards; Holden Reznor, the tattooed Chev, Dorner with the bite-scar and two other muscular looking men. Further down the table Madam Ui and Hannah Quist sat opposite one another, both of whom wore similar looking robes and slippers and both of whom looked rather sour about their situation. Knowing she had few friends if any in the opulent room, Emma took a seat at the far end of the table.
Gwendolyn spoke first and to Emma’s delight was onboard with the plan to obtain Jai Lin’s billions. Madam Ui agreed, though that was more or less a given. The men were happy to take part especially once the details of Jai Lin’s mansion were laid out, of particular interest to them was the mansion’s population of young and very ticklish women. Their only stipulation, which not a single one of the security team would back down on, was that they would not attempt anything if Sam Lucas was involved. He was simply too dangerous, the men explained, and even with the five of them they wouldn’t ever risk taking him on in any capacity.
Most shocking of all was not the wildly illegal and certainly insane plan, but that Hannah Quist of all people also agreed to join in. The busty blonde P.A had no obvious dog in the fight, if anything her biggest grievance should have been with Emma, if not her employer. Whatever her motives the bosomy assistant turned out to be quite the tactician, making suggestions that Reznor and the other former soldiers were occasionally impressed by. Though no one expected it would be easy extracting Jai Lin from her own home the plan Hannah and the men came up with was about as solid as it could get.
Get in, get Jai Lin, get out. Anyone else in the mansion was to be left bound and unable to call for help. Jai Lin would be taken to a second location where her torture would begin. Emma looked forward to that part most of all. Eventually, Madam Ui promised, the much sought after witch would give up every penny if it meant no longer being tickled. Once the money was moved they would, of course, keep tickling Jai Lin until she lost her mind.
It was a good a plan, a great and solid plan. It might have even been a perfect plan were it not for the other players in the game and the traitors with ulterior motives who sat in that same damned dining room.
Despite her most essential and envied position within the walls of Jai Lin’s mansion, Maria Aiello had still yet to figure out how to avoid her annual check-up. The curvy Italian had been through eight of the thinly veiled physicals with the ninth now staring her in the face. Dressed in the standard tight-white catsuit worn by all Jai Lin’s girls, the voluptuous twenty-nine year old entered Doctor Weider’s makeshift clinic with no small amount of trepidation.
“You’re late.” Nurse Tabby smirked, the look in her eyes suggesting she knew exactly the reason for her patient’s delayed arrival.
“Well-“ Maria closed the tall wooden door behind her and began an anxiety-inducing trek across a stretch of wide open floor. “-I didn’t want to come.”
For as long as she’d been a resident at the mansion, the dark haired young woman had never been entirely certain what the huge room was originally for. On the wall opposite the door, windows stretched from floor to unnecessarily high ceilings. Aside from some skillfully crafted landscape paintings and antique furniture lining the other walls the vast space was otherwise filled mostly by echoes. Only at it’s dead center was there anything of particular note; namely a well organized set of stark-white cabinetry and one rather notorious examination table. There had also once been a water feature, though the powers that be had removed it four or five years ago.
It was at the assortment of drawers and cabinets where the sultry Nurse Tabby now stood. Bent slightly over the countertop, her well toned butt almost visible under the short-skirt of her uniform, the tall and tanned brunette scratched her pen against a clipboard. If there were any jobs more enviable than Maria’s own role within the mansion, in-house nurse was certainly among them. In fact, none of the other girls could see any significant downside to being a member of the two-person medical staff. Rumors were abound of course, as rumors tended to be, that being second to Doctor Alison Weider wasn’t quite the free ride it appeared, though no one had any evidence to support the theory.
“You know the drill.” Tabby glanced over her shoulder before turning back to her work.
“No doctor today?” Maria asked with a little hope in her voice as she gingerly approached the middle of the room.
“Heh.” The svelte nurse chuckled without looking up from her papers. “You should be so lucky.”
Standing at the end of the examination table, the considerably shorter woman plucked nervously at the bed sheet. “Do we really have to do this?” She sighed. “It’s the same thing every year and we all know there’s nothing remotely medical about it.”
“I don’t make the rules…” Tabby continued writing, her dismissive tone having a tiny hint if humor to it. “Besides, you never know if we’ll learn something new.”
“You won’t.”
There was no sense in arguing. Before or since her arrival at the mansion, Maria wasn’t aware of any girl ever managing to avoid their annual check-up. At least the supposed physical exams had been a touch easier prior to Doctor Weider taking over from the previous practitioner. During the first three years or so of the dark haired girl’s residence the in-house doctor had been a man. Doctor Brixton was his name, and most of the girls could use Brixton’s enjoyment for his work to their advantage. Though none of them looked forward to seeing the doctor it was usually possible to convince him to end the sessions early, one way or another. Alison Weider on the other hand was a much more zealous professional, usually going above and beyond to gather every bit of data she could.
Resigning herself to her fate, and knowing that if she rebelled in any significant way Nurse Tabby would be sure to make her pay for it, Maria began unzipping the front of her catsuit. Shimming a little to drop the shoulders off, the busty girl revealed her hefty cleavage, which ballooned behind her lacy black bra. Bunching up the top half of her suit in both hands, the unenthused patient wiggled her wide hips as she disrobed further. Stood in little more than her bra and matching g-string panties which showed off her big round butt cheeks, Maria took two regrettable steps out of her slippers and kicked the suit off from her now bare feet.
“Ah good, you’re all ready.” A mildly husky voice came from over by the door. After nearly a decade at Jai Lin’s mansion the sight of Alison Weider still sent Maria’s heart aflutter. Now in her late forties, the Amazonian doctor never failed to make an eye-catching entrance. A touch taller than Nurse Tabby, Doctor Weider wore a slightly less revealing outfit than her subordinate; high-arching heels, long red nails and flowing blonde locks all undoubtedly designed to cause a stir in her unwilling patients.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” Maria joked and the leggy doctor’s full red lips raised at one corner.
“No matter.” The older woman strode with purpose toward the examination area, a small black case swinging in one hand. “We all must do our duty. Up on the table, if you please.”
Perhaps, Maria thought as she backed up to the narrow bed and hoisted herself up, she should have gone to medical school. Being Jai Lin’s recruiter certainly had it’s perks, traveling the world, seeking out new girls to come live at the mansion. The girls who had been there when she first arrived, the ladies who gave her all kinds of hell those first few years, they were all long gone now. Being the eldest among the mansion’s residents, being the recruiter gave Maria a unique position among the hierarchy. None among the other girls dared lay a finger on the bosomy Italian anymore. Sitting on the bedside and watching the doctor set her case down, the nervous girl expected no one at all ever troubled Alison Weider either.
“Think we can do without the restraints this time?” Nurse Tabby turned from her paperwork just as her boss was standing back to full height.
“That would be my preference.” Maria’s sense of dreaded anticipation suddenly doubled now that both of the arresting women were now looking directly at her. Sat in only her underwear, the barely clothed girl felt her cheeks begin to blush.
“I’ll not be catching an elbow to the face today.” Doctor Weider sauntered toward the raised bed. “Prepare the restraints please nurse.”
“W-we haven’t even started!” Stuttering a little, the scantily clad young woman leaned back as the commanding doctor towered before her.
“Well then raise your arms and we can begin.” Motioning a finger, the ample-bosomed blonde smiled politely. “But you’ve yet to sit through a full exam without wriggling around before.”
Lowering her head toward her own ample cleavage, Maria spoke under her breath. “Forse non farmi il solletico…”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Arms up.”
Taking a deep breath through her nose, the curvy girl put her palms out as if she were held at knifepoint. With a slight shake to her fingers, Maria slowly raised her arms upward, every inch higher making her feel a dozen times more vulnerable than the one before. Making matters so, so much worse, was the sight of Nurse Tabby a few feet behind the doctor. With one of the cabinet drawers open, the devious nurse removed a jangling bunch of worn leather straps, their white colouring quite cracked and faded from years or strenuous use. Every girl in the mansion was familiar with those straps, and every girl had nightmares about them.
“I see your nipples are working fine.” Doctor Weider observed with a nod toward her patient’s chest.
Pursing her lips, the bashful girl’s rosy cheeks turned from warm to uncomfortably hot. It was the curse of all young ladies who lived at Jai Lin’s mansion, one of the key traits Maria looked for when recruiting new residents. For all their shared nightmares about Doctor Weider’s unforgiving straps, no girl ever woke up from one without stiff nipples and a dampness between their thighs. The threat of being examined, being exposed, being prodded and poked and unable to move, it set the buxom girl’s loins alight despite her unbridled fear of it.
“Just try not to move.” Nurse Tabby stood at the head of the bed, her hands busy fixing one of the straps to the corner of the table. “If you can do that, we won’t need these.”
“Easy for you to say.” Maria frowned, her hands held high and the hollows of her silky smooth underarms stretched taut. “Maybe you want to swap places and show me how it’s done?”
“Oh Nurse Tabby has no idea.” The good doctor bought one scarlet talon up and began dragging it along the trembling flesh just below her patient’s left elbow. “She is an excellent healthcare professional and an even finer hypocrite.”
If Tabby had any response to Weider’s biting remark, Maria missed it completely. Her attention had instantly turned back toward the voluptuous physician, and the long fingernail slowly caressing down the underside of her bicep. Tensing both arms rigidly, the comely girl felt a rush of goosebumps spread across her bulbous chest. As the well manicured nail drew ever closer to her hopelessly sensitive underarm, Maria pursed her lips tight, shuddering more and more with every maddening inch. All three women knew failure to maintain any sort of composure was imminent, yet somehow the severely ticklish girl managed to make it to the final quarter before snapping both arms down sharply.
“Eiie!” Hunching forward as a loud squeal forced a smile, the suddenly fitful girl came face to face with Doctor Weider’s huge bosoms.
“You silly girl!” The good doctor cooed and scribbled all ten fingers directly onto Maria’s bare midriff.
“Aieeheehee!” Tucking her arms in even harder, the giggly patient fumbled at her squishy tummy, curling over more against the rush of pokes and strokes that teased her abdomen.
“You only make it harder on yourself!”
“Nohoho!” Maria squirmed atop the bedside, grabbing weakly at the blonde woman’s hands as she tried to pry them off of her. “Stop! Stohoahap!”
“If you’d simply stay still we wouldn’t have to do this!”
In her panic, long black locks bouncing along with her jiggling breasts, the struggling patient wondered which part of the examination this was. Usually Doctor Weider maintained the act of a legitimate physical exam, at least up to a certain point, but it seemed this go round she’d decided to skip several steps. Wriggling wildly as she was, Maria kicked her bare feet in the air, doing her best not to accidently strike the doctor and inspire some terrible retaliation. Though it went against every instinct to move forward, the helpless girl knew falling backward would be far worse. Shuffling her wide butt cheeks closer to the edge, gravity quickly took over and caused the pleading patient to slide unceremoniously off the bedside.
“Stohap!” Maria collapsed to her knees, buckling over as Weider’s fingers followed her and pinched playfully at her sides.
Slapping at the doctor’s skillful hands, the poor girl’s upturned bare feet tapped sporadically against the floor, her milky white butt cheeks bouncing as she shook. She could crawl away, or run, though there was no real escape. Any woman tearing through Jai Lin’s mansion in nothing but a bra and panties would never make it to an exit, no matter their level of importance. Even if by some miracle Maria didn’t get captured by a gaggle of excitable young ladies she would soon be hunted down and bought before Jai Lin herself. Once that happened the significance of fear toward a yearly physical would be almost zero compared to the unholy punishment she would face.
“I swear she gets more ticklish every year.” Nurse Tabby secured the final strap at the foot of the bed. “Do you concur, Doctor?”
“We’ll need to do more testing, I think.” Doctor Weider took two nails and nipped them at the center of her patient’s bare butt cheek. “A lot more!”
“Ahaiieehee!” Maria flailed forward onto all fours, her palms and breasts hitting the floor as her terribly ticklish behind protruded into the air.
“With particular attention toward Miss Aiello’s buttocks!” Both the doctor’s hands took a handful of cushiony ass flesh and squeezed harshly.
“EEIIENO!” Scrambling away with a shriek, the normally confident and even domineering girl crawled like a fleeing animal. Almost making it to the far end of the exam table, the desperate escape came to an abrupt halt as Tabby stepped into her path.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Said the sultry nurse with one eyebrow raised and a far from encouraging smirk across her face.
“You can’t leave yet.” Doctor Weider stood just behind their breathless guest, both women towering high in most imposing fashion. “We’ve barely even started and you’ve already proven the straps were a good idea.”
Maria hung her head, dark curls brushing at the hardwood. “Can…can we try again?” She sighed, knowing full well the answer.
Outside, beyond the long stretch of open ground between the mansion and the trees, at the large gate which bordered the other side of the forest, two black vans came to a stop. Each van’s windows were dark and the unseen occupants held nefarious intent. From the first vehicle a man stepped out, a tall fellow with a scar very much like a bite mark upon one arm. With a determined step he approached the wall at one side of the high gate, put one of his large boots against it and sprung upward. In a maneuver he had surely done many times before, the man quickly lifted himself atop the wall and just as swiftly dropped to the other side.
Within seconds the gates opened inward, the scarred intruder appearing between them with a pair of pliers in one hand. As he climbed back into the passenger side of the first van no one at the other end of the long driveway had any notion a dozen uninvited guests had just arrived.
“There-” Nurse Tabby synched the last strap, securing it tight around her worrisome patient’s wrist. “Now we can do this properly.”
Maria could only offer a shaky breath in response. Her nipples might have been doing their best to pierce clean through her bra and there might have been a sensuous glow deep in her lower tummy, but the now bound girl definitely did not want to be there. Arms high above her head, the buxom Italian’s underarms were completely defenseless. Her tiny bare feet faired no better as her ankles were spread to the far corners of the exam table, held in place by thick leather.
“Start high and go low?” Doctor Weider looked from the top of the bed to the bottom, then back again. “Or low then high? Patient’s choice.”
“Just…just get on with it.” Maria said softly, knowing from her own extensive experiences on the other side of similar scenarios that any choice offered was almost always a trap.
“As you like.” The older woman stood to the right side of the table. “Nurse, are we ready?”
“All set!” Tabby grinned eagerly, clipboard in one hand and a pen twirling playfully in the other.
“Very good.” Weider wiggled five of her long red nails in the air. “Lower bicep, left.”
“No wait!” Maria squawked when, without a hint of hesitation, the Amazonian physician danced all five fingers across her unprotected underarm. “EIIIEHAHAAA!” She screamed and tugged violently away, the straps stopping her from rolling very far at all. “NONONOOOO! HAHAHA!”
“Lower bicep, right.” Reaching across, the methodical doctor continued her painstakingly slow exam as she swirled five claws into her patient’s other hollow.
In previous year’s physicals Weider had always stopped the first hand’s teasing before switching to the next, this time both sets of wiggling digits continued unabated. With all ten of the doctor’s long claws rummaging around her excruciatingly sensitive underarms, Maria turned manic. Jerking desperately up and down, the poor girl could do nothing to escape, laughing loudly and pleading for a quick end to the torment. Her huge bosoms shook, each rapid bounce threatening to burst both breasts from beneath the straining bra. Red faced with an open-mouth grin forced across her lips, the increasingly aroused patient’s long hair whipped all over.
“Ribs left, ribs right.” Doctor Weider moved downward, her hands clawing over the bound girl’s bra strap and onto her heaving ribcage.
“EIEEEHAHA! ICAN’TBREEEEAATHEAHAHA!”
“Patient is expressing shortness of breath…” Nurse Tabby scribbled notes on her clipboard without looking up, all the while Maria continued cackling uncontrollably just before her.
“Oblique, left.” The doctor’s right hand shot down and pinched deep into the side of the spasming woman’s stomach. “Oblique, right.” Her left hand joined in, squeezing mercilessly at the opposite side.
“NOHEEHEE! YOU ALREADY DID THAAAATAHAHA!”
“Yes.” Weider said plainly, scooting her hands up and down from Maria’s hectically bouncing hips to her tender ribs. “But we didn’t record our results the first time.”
“PLEAAAASE AHAHAHA!” The buxom girl howled, each new poke serving as a most unwelcome reminder of how painfully ticklish she was. Though she never forgot the dreaded feeling of powerlessness and being trapped in her own voluptuous body, the fear did become a touch muted over months of not being victim to it. Had Maria been reminded more often, like she was those first few years at the mansion, she would certainly have made more effort to avoid visiting the doctor’s office.
“Abdomen, upper.” The leggy physician clawed just above her patient’s belly button. “Abdomen, lower.” She moved downward, digging deep into the creamy flesh around the screaming girl’s navel. “Abdomen, upper.” Weider raced her fingers up again, then down, then up, down, up down. “Abdomen, lower. Abdomen, upper. Lower. Upper. Lower…”
Maria’s sides were ablaze with the riot of expertly wielded fingernails that sped from the top of her panties to the bottom of her bra. Struggling wildly, the frenzied girl bucked as her uncontrolled movements shook her large bosoms, her head shaking furiously back and forth. Down the bottom of the bed the curvaceous girl’s small feet wiggled helplessly, her hands reaching desperately up top and grabbing nothing but air. If only Maria’s lungs could have grabbed half as much air as her hands, unstoppable laughter forcing every strained breath immediately back out.
“Hips, right.” Doctor Weider drilled the tip of her thumb deep into the tender spot right where the young woman’s leg met her lower tummy. “Oh, silly me, plum forgot the navel.” Darting her other hand across, the cruel physician wiggled her index finger, spiraling the tip of her razor sharp nail all around the inside of Maria’s belly button.
“NEEEIIHAHAHA!” Screeching, bellowing laughter thundered out of the bewildered girl, her back arching hard as she fought to break loose. “GETITOUT! AHAHAHA! GETITOOOOUTEEIIEE!”
“Mild…dis…comfort.” Nurse Tabby commented absurdly as she jotted more notes.
“If we don’t do it now we’ll have to come back.” The good doctor remained all matter-of-fact as her destructive digit wreaked havoc within her patient’s agonizingly ticklish navel.
Cheeks stretched in anguish, Maria’s face had turned tomato-red, the tendons in her neck stretching taut as she struggled madly. Doctor Weider’s many minutes spent roaming freely around the tormented girl’s midriff had coloured her tummy too, a series of animalistic pink claw marks painting her from ribs to hips. With the relentless pace the sadistic physician was keeping the buxom girl feared her whole body would be glowing red by the time the exam was over, if she could last that long without passing out.
“Thighs.” Weider dropped both hands and before her patient could take a single short breath had already begun spidering all ten fingers around the girl’s thick upper legs.
“NOOO! IIEGGHEHAHA!” Maria thrashed, her leg muscles tensing with almighty force in a useless, straining effort to close her legs. As atrociously sensitive as she was across her entire curvaceous body, the bosomy Italian could never claim any one spot as her most ticklish but her thighs had always been a top contender. Damningly, the more she suffered the more aroused she became, and with the domineering doctor’s slender fingers sliding so close to her barely covered pussy Maria’s libido was quickly turning from mildly humid to full on tropical storm.
Like any well trained professional, Doctor Weider tended to each individual patient’s personal needs. Though her current appointment certainly would have argued against doctor’s orders, a heavy dose of skittering nails along her panty line was nonetheless being administered. Running repeatedly over the vibrating tendons between Maria’s kicking legs, the physician’s swiftly moving talons stroked down across her loins and pinched along the inner-bottoms of her ample butt cheeks. What few words the berserk girl could splutter out amongst her screaming laughter were fractured at best. Bellowing throaty cries for mercy, no amount of pleading would give the doctor even a second of pause.
“Nurse-” Weider turned her attention toward Tabby, her fingers continuing to drive their bound patient out of her mind. “Please record the time of perspiration.”
“Yes Doctor.” The coy nurse glanced up from her clipboard, no doubt taking note of the beads of sweat that had started to drizzle across Maria’s quaking cleavage.
“Miss Aiello is also exhibiting signs of…intense arousal.” The doctor’s voice got a little huskier than usual as she dug her fingers into the crease between her patient’s trembling thighs and now soaking panties. “Remind me to circle back here after the initial exam. We’ll need to strip the patient, of course.”
“Of course.”
Maria couldn’t hear much over her own laughter and tortured shrieks, nor could her mind process much beyond the unending tickle attack, even so she managed to absorb the comment about being stripped. For as vulnerable as she felt in only her underwear, the buxom girl knew from plenty of experience that being completely nude was a whole new level of danger. Given all her years at Jai Lin’s mansion one might have imagined there would be some getting used to certain things, and perhaps there was for some girls. For Maria however, any time she found herself naked and tickled it felt like the first time all over again, evil hands wandering wherever they may. Fear and lust interlocked, the idea and memories that came along with it sent the howling girl careening toward the edge of orgasm.
“Alright, knees.” Weider squeezed the tops of her patient’s thighs, firmly pinching all the way down until reaching just above each frantic knee.
“AHHHAHAHAAA!” Slapping the back of her legs atop the bed sheet as much as her stretched position would allow, the mindlessly laughing young woman could feel her drenched pussy throb.
“Nurse, I’ll require your assistance with the next part.”
“Yes doctor!” Tabby grinned her most pixie-like grin as she slapped her clipboard down onto the bedside.
“Feet, left and right.” The unflinching doctor took a couple of steps toward the foot of the bed, her heels clicking at the floor.
“Ahh! Ahh! W-wait!” Maria gasped, it was the first time since she’d been strapped down that Weider’s hands hadn’t been poking or prodding at her.
“Get on with it, isn’t that what you said?” The physician’s long nails dragged slowly across the top of the leather strap around her patient’s left ankle.
“She did say that!” Nurse Tabby followed suit, dancing her own dreadful claws across the right strap.
“No! No please!” Panting heavily, her voice trembling, the dark haired young woman’s tiny toes wriggled nervously. “W-w-wait! Just a minute! Let me-let me breathe!”
“If she orgasms…” The sultry nurse stood with her back to the bed, one hand tightening around the ankle strap while the other began to wiggle five fingers in the air. “Do we have to start all over again?”
“That is standard procedure.” Doctor Weider took the same position as her diligent assistant, one hand tight around the other struggling ankle. “Why would this time be any different?”
Craning her neck to look down over her bulbous breasts and shapely body, Maria fixed her eyes on her tormentor’s long, dancing nails. Taking their sweet time, the shuddering girl watched as both women’s hands slowly made their way toward her excessively ticklish feet. Each set of five terrible digits disappeared around the front the two healthcare professionals and with a whine the comely girl braced for the unbridled lunacy that would soon follow. Just as she held her breath, Maria caught movement over by the door and refocused. Staring between Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby, the perplexed patient watched wide-eyed as the door opened and two large men entered the room.
“Can I help you?” Weider paused her movement, her tone uncharacteristically stern.
“Well, well.” Said the first man as the second closed the door behind them. “What do we have here? A naughty nurse and a doctor with what looks like some pretty questionable bedside manner.”
Relative to Maria, Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby were tall indeed. With the most unexpected arrival of the two new visitors both women suddenly seemed quite diminutive. The bound Italian by comparison to any of them was tiny and felt smaller still in her current predicament. The first of the two intruders was a hulking, barrel-chested Nordic-looking fellow with a short blonde beard. A couple of steps behind him was a leaner black man, his beard only slightly longer yet just as neatly trimmed. For the most part both men wore the same outfit, heavy lace-up boots, black pants, black short-sleeved shirts and a belt with an assortment of tools and pockets. Even their nefarious expressions were shared, the second man’s cowboy hat being the only standout difference between them.
“You can’t be in here.” The leggy blonde physician took a defiant step toward the black-clad duo. “This is a private appointment.”
“Appointment?” The larger of the two men chuckled and they both started wandering toward the middle of the room with a swagger in their steps. “Is that what you call it?”
“What is your business here?” Weider insisted sharply as she planted her hands firmly upon her generous hips. “Is Jai Lin aware of this?”
“Y’know Vidar-“ Said the one in the cowboy hat with a slight Southern drawl. “I’m gettin’ the impression we ain’t welcome.”
“You gentlemen need to leave.” Doctor Weider took another step toward the advancing men. “Nurse, call security.”
“Security?” The cowboy grinned, the gap between the intruders and the doctor closing rapidly. “Heh! We spent three days scoping out this place lady, ain’t no security here.”
“God damn it, back up!” Pointing one finger at the men, a rarely-if-ever-heard note of stress entered the normally levelheaded doctor’s voice.
“What the fuck-“ Nurse Tabby stumbled back, bumped the table and looked around for the best path to flee.
Both women turned to run and both were caught before they made it two strides. Tabby swore and threw her elbows back when the giant Vidar grabbed both her arms. The cowboy snagged Weider, wrapping one arm around her waist and hoisting her clean off the floor as she too screamed a string of obscenities. One of the struggling doctor’s shoes flew off as she kicked, her long nails clawing at the man’s arms while he wrestled her to the ground. Nurse Tabby managed to stay upright a second longer, stomping at the Nordic fellow’s boots with admirable fury, though ultimately she too ended up forced down upon her stomach.
Up on the exam table, Maria yanked desperately at the straps around her wrists. Panting and shaking, the trapped girl glared helplessly up at the far too effective bindings. Flashing a glance downward she took note of Vidar, one large hand easily holding both Tabby’s slender wrists behind her back while his other hand slipped a short length of black rope from his belt. Horrid as it was to be at the mercy of Doctor Weider once a year, Maria could at least count on knowing roughly what to expect. With both women now pinned and being bound themselves, the unknown intruders and their intentions sent the poor girl’s heart racing.
“You untie us RIGHT NOW!” Weider barked, her hands tied securely behind her back. “Do you have any idea whose place this is?! Any idea the kind of trouble you’re in?!”
“Aw now-“ Holding the squirming doctor in place with one knee in the centre of her back, the cowboy pulled a black cloth from of his belt pouches. “We ain’t here for conversation.”
“You’re going to di-ACH! MMF!” The good doctor’s protests turned muffled when her cowboy oppressor shoved the cloth firmly between her teeth. Struggle as she might, the enraged blonde could do nothing as the well prepared man held one hand over her mouth while the other pulled a roll of tape from somewhere at the back of his belt. Using his teeth, the intruder snapped a small stretch of tape free and quickly slapped it over Weider’s lips. “NNNFF! MM! MMMMHHH!”
“Oh my god…” Maria squeaked to herself. Looking back and forth between the two men, the nearly naked girl watched in disbelief as Tabby and Weider were swiftly bound and gagged.
Once both nurse and doctor had been silenced the men turned to their legs, looping more rope around their ankles and tying it tight. As valiant as their struggles were neither woman could break free, Vidar and his buckaroo partner clearly having had some practice at taking prisoners. Weider kicked especially hard when the cowboy bought her legs up to meet her hands, while Tabby made a lot more noise screaming into her gag as she too was hogtied.
“There!” Vidar stood to his full, gargantuan height, dusting his huge paws together. “Two more down. And look Mac-“ His cold blue eyes turned to Maria. “We got a free one.”
“Nice of them to do our work for us.” Mac the cowboy looked the quivering girl over, both men’s eyes taking in every vulnerable inch of her curvy body.
“So what’s your story?” The beastly blonde man quickly danced five fingertips across the bottom of the helpless young woman’s right foot.
“MMHMM!” Maria jerked, lips tightening straight to muffle herself as she stretched her neck and curled her toes. “N-no story!” She whimpered. “Just-I couldn’t- they needed to keep me still!”
“HA!” Vidar’s laugh boomed across the open room. “I’m sure they did.”
“We gotta check the rest of the wing, man.” Mac turned away from the table and motioned his head at the door. “These girls ain’t going anywhere.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The bigger of the two said without taking his eyes of the trapped woman upon the table. “I’ll catch up.”
“You sure?”
“Oh yeah.” Vidar licked along his top lip. “Can’t be that many of them left to round up. I’ll be along…sooner or later.”
“Suit yourself brother.” Mac looked back to tip his hat before continuing a casual stroll toward the exit. “Good luck miss lady.”
“Wh-wh-“ Maria stammered, panicked breath taking the place of any words she might have been able to conjure. Barely a minute had passed since the two men entered the room and that was scarcely enough time to process any of what was happening. Never had the dismally frightened girl imagined she would want to be back under the unyielding claws of Doctor Weider.
“What’s the matter girl?” Furrowing his brow with mock concern, the big man wiggled the same five offending fingers in the air. “Ticklish?”
“Please no.” The trembling girl mewled. Risking a second to look away from the threatening digits, the busty patient-turned-prisoner shot a glance to Nurse Tabby. It was no use, even from her awkward view point Maria could see the svelte brunette wasn’t getting out of her bonds. “Who are you?” She tried stalling, if the man’s time was short maybe filling it with chitchat could save her. “Why are you here?”
“Didn’t you hear what my friend said a minute ago?” Vidar’s hand moved with the speed of a viper, his fingers instantly scribbling all over the anxious girl’s bare sole. “We ain’t here for conversation.”
“EIIIIEEYYHAHA!” Extending both feet out to ballet-like points, Maria’s back arched hard. There was no stifling her squealing this time.
For a man of his immense size, the bulky intruder’s fingers moved with devastating delicacy. Every well-placed stroke swept across the howling girl’s silky skin with alarming precision, his fingertips feathery soft to the touch. From her horribly weak heels, up her wrinkling arches and along the balls of Maria’s sole, Vidar was able to keep the bosomy girl thrashing for dear life. Having no control over her own body, the screaming young woman had no way to defend when her tiny toes spread, the giant’s skilled digits dancing underneath each time.
“Oh, ho ho! You like that huh?” Taking a single step sideways the teasing behemoth centered himself between both the wailing girl’s bare feet. “How about this?” He switched hands so fast it wasn’t even noticeable, all ten of his fiendish fingertips now running rampant over both her soles.
“NOOOEEEIIHAHAHAAAA!” Maria roared, throwing her outstretched body violently to one side, snagging on her bondage and snapping back the other way.
In the shock and confusion of it all the bewildered girl had been able to ignore her undisciplined sense of arousal for a few moments, but now with both feet being tickled that searing heat between her thighs was returning with a vengeance. No longer able to predict what might become of her, Maria’s abject fear of the unknown sent her libido raging. This Herculean monster of a man could do whatever he well pleased and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Spurring her lustful yearnings on further was the unusual humiliation of having an audience. Though it really shouldn’t have mattered given what the two women had been doing just minutes before, Maria couldn’t help but feel crushingly embarrassed with Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby forced to watch on.
Sweat drizzled down her convulsing sides, the crazed girl’s tummy slick with a glossy sheen. So red was the appallingly ticklish girl’s face that her forehead and neck bordered on being purple. Fighting to leap from her own skin, Maria screeched and screamed as her voluptuous body was used against her, every deft stroke along her soles driving her closer to lunacy. Between her flexing thighs the lacy black panties were soaked through, the bed sheet just beneath the horny Italian’s ass forming it’s own damp patch. Nipples swollen almost to the point of pain, every second felt as if an earth quaking orgasm was just one more second away.
“Bouncy bouncy!” Vidar’s brawny chest shook as he shined a toothy, boisterous smile. “Let’s let those ladies free!”
Unfortunately for the wheezing former patient her latest tormentor wasn’t referring to Tabby and Doctor Weider. Giving a final rake of his fingertips up her soles, the lumbering man wandered up the right side of the exam table in two short strides. Before Maria could even think about catching her breath, the big man’s hands were reaching around her, burrowing beneath her upper back and grabbing at her bra strap. Pushing back against the bed instinctively, the gasping girl tried to pin the barbarous fellow’s hands in place. Even with all his strength and her terribly weakened state, the buxom captive was damned if she would allow him enough room to undo the clasp. Damned she was, as finesse and nimble fingers were not Vidar’s plan, instead he clutched either side of the strap and simply snapped it in two.
“Aie!” Feeling the tension around her squished bosoms release, the anguished girl yelped.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” The bullish man pulled his hands out from under her, taking either side of the strap along for the ride. “No hiding from me!” He hiked the entire bra upward, the busty girl’s huge milky boobs spilling out into the open. Though she gave some semblance of a squirming struggle, nothing could stop Vidar from pulling the now ruined piece of lingerie up and over her face, sliding the shoulder straps all the way up to her elbows.
“D-don’t.” Maria’s bottom lip quivered as she noted the hungry, pleased and merciless look in the unwelcome visitor’s eyes. Her large pink nipples were rigid and pointing high, jiggling gently along with her puffy areoles. As if she could feel his eyes on her, the lustful girl’s nipples tingled in nervous anticipation of what he might do.
“Mmm.” A low growl rumbled from the monster’s chest as he bought his great big hands up either side of the topless woman’s protruding ribs.
“No…no no!” She tugged uselessly at her bonds again, wincing when his open palms pressed flat around her sides. “Ahhhnooo….”
Sliding both rough paws up her panting ribcage, Vidar cupped the outer edges of his prisoner’s huge breasts in each palm. Moving his hands higher, Maria cringed and looked away, staring as high above her head as she could while her bare bosoms were pressed back together. Groping the whining girl and squishing her ballooning flesh between his fingers, the brutish man only stopped pushing inward once her hypersensitive nipples were barely an inch from one another. Apparently satisfied, Vidar leaned in so close that his breath was hot against the helpless girl’s chest when he spoke.
“Don’t look so upset.” Pouting jokingly, the sadistic fellow curled both index fingers back and wiggled the tips a hairs width away from each defenseless nipple. “If Mac had decided to stay, you would be in twice the trouble.”
It was not a remotely comforting thought, especially as Vidar flicked one fingertip quickly across the curvaceous girl’s left nipple. “Eeep!” She squeaked and shook, wriggling her hips in an effort to move back. Sadly, the sweat-soaked girl went nowhere, her naked bosoms remaining perfectly trapped in the man’s strong hands. “Pleasenopleasenopleaseno!”
“Ohh!” An uncomfortably playful grin spread across the devilish man’s face. “Ticklish feet and ticklish tits! Must be my lucky day!”
“NO DON’T!” Maria squealed, knowing how dangerously close to climax she was already. Having her nipples touched, there was no hope of holding back. Naturally, as the comely Italian herself would have done had she been the one holding some terribly sensitive woman’s bosoms between her hands, Vidar sent his fingertips flickering speedily across both nipples. “EEEIEHEEHEE! NOHONOHO! YEEEEIIIHAHAHA!”
Shaking like a woman possessed, Maria’s knees kicked fiercely against the thin mattress, her eyes bugging out to nearly cartoonish size. Her tiny feet wiggled so fast they were practically a blur, high pitched laughter bouncing from wall to distant wall. Where her head rocked back and forth madly, the shrill girl’s long hair whipped in a flailing mess, a few curled locks matting to her sweat-slick skin. Held between Vidar’s muscular forearms and unable to roll, his chest pressed against her stomach, the trapped girl had even less room to move than she had before. Catching glimpses of the big man’s gleaming stare in her fervor, it was the knowledge that every second of her suffering gave him a wicked sense of joy that finally lit the fuse of Maria’s explosive orgasm.
“AIIIEEHAHAHA! OHHHAHAHA!” Thrusting her hips off the table, the manically laughing woman moaned hoarsely.
Flooding her panties, a deluge of liquid lust pumped across her thighs and drenched the already wet sheet. In unison both the riotous girl’s fingers and toes curled into knuckle whitening fists, her cries of passion mixed with bellowing misery. Where a lover might have stopped or slowed, Vidar held no such kindness, his fingers continuing to toy viciously with the cackling girl’s swollen nipples. Just as there was no mercy from the man’s tickling, Maria’s own body was also intent on making her suffer as much as possible, each second of climax increasing her sensitivity to inhuman degrees. In the very same moment her explosive orgasm reached it’s torturous peak, the sinister intruder pressed her nipples even closer together and began licking each one with the tip of his tongue.
Like a dam with a high pressure leak suddenly bursting entirely, a second mind-bending orgasm washed over the half naked girl. A tsunami of heat spread throughout Maria’s curvaceous body, every nerve ending tingling unbearably as she drowned in blissful agony. Even under the weight of all that ecstasy there was no escaping Vidar’s tickling tongue, nor his fingers which were all kneading cruelly into the sides of her bare bosoms. Lost to the torments of her body, the destitute young woman fell into a squeaking, almost silent fit of laughter, her bound limbs still shaking and rattling their bonds.
“Your lucky day too, uh?” The brutish man let the exhausted girl’s breasts wobble free as he stood upright. Maria could only writhe as the second or maybe third orgasm continued it’s merry path throughout her violated physique, tiny giggles still bubbling out of her. “I should probably go but-“ Vidar hooked the fingers of both his hands around one side of the captive’s panties and began stretching the thin lace in opposite directions. “-I am not sure we’ll see each other again after this.” The lace snapped and one half of the already ruined underwear fell away.
“N…n…no…” Breathless pleading was all the ravaged girl could manage, her voice a husky imitation of what it usually was. She couldn’t possibly take whatever else the savage man had in mind for her, and as the other side of her panties was ripped open the now completely nude girl found herself praying for unconsciousness.
“You don’t need to worry though.” One of the muscular man’s great paws stroked up the side of her breast, while his other hand ran up one trembling thigh. “I will not forget you, and I will make sure you remember me.”
“Uhnnh!” Maria shuddered when one of her nipples was pinched. A half second later the burly man’s fingers crept between her thighs. “N-n-nono!”
“Y-y-yesyes.” Vidar laughed, leaned over and cupped his lips around the begging woman’s other nipple. As he started to suck, nibble, lick and pinch at her overly sensitive breasts the poor girl struggled to keep from laughing, a short lived endeavor that was quickly undone by his other hand wiggling fingers all around her exposed, slippery taint.
“AIIIIEEEHEEHEE!” Bucking madly, the berserk girl thrust her hips every which way, none of which held a path toward mercy.
Along with her thighs, feet, underarms and pronounced butt cheeks, the small stretch of smooth skin between Maria’s pussy and ass was among the chief spots to be considered her most excruciatingly ticklish. Fortunately, if there was any silver lining to be had, none of the nude girl’s most recent tormentors had put much focus on her behind, though her taint was certainly close enough. That small condolence was where any fortune ended. Despite two or three previous messy climaxes and her overwhelming exhaustion, the assault on her taint had the alarmingly horny girl already racing toward another bout of primal release.
“Cummy little girl!” The big man teased, plucking his lips from around the shrieking girl’s nipple just long enough to taunt her. “Your doctor friend is watching! The nurse too! We all want to see you cum again!” And he sucked her nipple up between his bottom lip and top teeth, trapping it there so his tongue could flick back and forth across the tender tip.
There was no sound when Maria came again. Her abdomen tensed more than she ever could have done intentionally, teeth gritting hard together as her eyes burst open wide. Shuddering violently, arms straining, the trapped girl’s chin came to reach her collarbone, her body doing everything it could to curl into a quivering ball. At the foot of the bed the buxom girl’s petit toes spread wide, Vidar’s mouth and hands unrelenting as they danced and pinched at her slick, sensitive flesh. Utterly spent and undoubtedly incapable of taking any more torture, Maria was certain her mind would never recover from melting to mush if the huge man carried on. When a fingertip slid gently across her engorged clit there was an instant where she truly feared for her sanity right before falling deep into yet another gargantuan orgasm.
“Sorry I can’t stick around ladies.” Vidar stood upright, leaving Maria to quietly moan and squirm in her bonds. He strolled along the bedside and looked down to the hogtied doctor and nurse. “I’m sure you’d both love similar treatment, but we got a lot of other ladies needing our attention today.”
And with that the boisterous, mystery visitor wandered out of the room and closed the door behind him.
When the moment finally came, Emma couldn’t do it. All those months dreaming about bringing down Jai Lin and then, finding herself at the vile villain’s front door, the freckle faced girl was too afraid to even get out of the van. In the days leading up to their assault on the mansion she’d been quite excited, thoughts of capturing any number of horribly ticklish young women keeping her most warm at night. The back doors of the van had swung open, Luli and Wei jumped out with Yumao close behind, and Emma had sat there frozen at the thought of seeing Jai Lin again.
Hannah and Gwendolyn stayed back as well, though fortunately they were both in the other van. Hannah tended to stare daggers whenever the guilt-stricken redhead made the mistake of making eye contact with her, and being around Mrs. Deveno just made Emma blush. The fact their billionaire benefactor had come along to begin with was a little surprising, the whole operation was far from legal. Given the stakes, the buxom blonde explained, she would be sure to oversee every aspect of how their plan played out. How believable an explanation that was should have come under more scrutiny, even from a rookie journalist. Of course if Emma could have stood in the same room with Gwendolyn for more than thirty seconds without getting flustered she might have been inclined to ask more questions.
For the eight brave souls who did enter the mansion their task involved rounding up anyone on-site, restraining them and abducting Jai Lin. Two of the harem weren’t there that day and, per the security team’s requirement, neither was Sam Lucas. All-in the total captives should have been; eleven girls, three staff and Jai Lin herself. Holden Reznor was left back at the forested section of the long driveway to report on any unexpected arrivals, or to capture anyone who might slip out and make a run for it. Forty-five grueling minutes dragged by before the man named Chev knocked on the side of the van and said it was safe to come in.
“Oh my god…” Emma whispered as she gingerly set foot into the illustrious foyer of Jai Lin’s domain. It was not the high double doors or huge staircase within, nor the expensive furniture that stopped the frizzy haired girl in her tracks. She might have known little about the price of such finery, yet even one uneducated in antique appraisals could tell everything was worth a fortune, including the colourful rug upon which she stood. Still the extravagant flooring couldn’t have shocked her, but the sight of seven women hogtied and gagged at the bottom of the stairs did give Emma pause.
“Who are we missing?” Hannah strode by, her tone commanding and sharp.
The man the bite mark, Dorner, was leaning against one of the glossy wooden banisters. He stood beside the captured group of women like a prideful hunter ready to be photographed with the day’s catch. “Five girls, the assistant woman and Jai Lin herself.”
“You have a location?”
“We think so.” Dorner paused to stretch. “There’s an elevator upstairs but we can only get to the third floor. Need a code for four and five. The roof too, oddly enough.”
“Do they know we’re here?” Hannah stood before the captive women, her brow furrowed deeply as she looked them over.
“There’s no cameras in this place, far as we can tell.”
“Alright then. One of these women might know the code, we can-“
“I know it.” Came an oddly comforting woman’s voice from the far left wall.
Emma’s eyes lit up as she recognized her savior. Aleena, the long suffering slave who’d freed her from Jai Lin’s grasp. Stepping from a small gap between two towering bookcases, the curvy older woman appeared from a hidden door. She wore the same loose fitting white top and pants as the last time Emma had seen her. Rushing over to the older woman with welcoming arms, the elated redhead hadn’t forgotten her dark skin, long wavy hair or big brown eyes. In fact over the past six months the shamefully lustful journalist had thought of Aleena often, less for her heroic act and more for what it must have been like living as Jai Lin’s pet for twenty years.
“Aleena!” Emma took the slightly taller woman in a joyful hug. “It’s so good to see you! Are you okay?”
“I am well.” The timid woman returned the embrace, albeit much more gently. “It is good to see you too. Thank you for coming.”
“No, no.” Turning back toward Hannah and the loitering men, the grinning girl kept one hand on her savior’s shoulder. “This is Aleena, she’s the one that saved me. None of this would have been possible without her.”
“Looks like there’s still work to do.” Madam Ui stood in the huge doorframe and Emma could feel Aleena tense. “Without Jai Lin this is all for nothing, so let’s not go licking each other’s clits just yet.”
“Apparently this one can get us up there.” Hannah marched closer.
“I can.” Aleena nodded. “I know every inch of this house, every passage and code.”
“Can you get us Jai Lin?” Madam Ui came closer too, making no attempt to hide the wicked eagerness in both her stride and voice.
“I know where she is. I can show you the way.” The comely slave turned to Emma and her voice hushed. “And I can show you the worst of her sins. I can show you The Garden…”
Six months prior Jai Lin had returned to her bedroom and narrowed her eyes. The nosey journalist was gone, the bonds with which she’d been tied hung loose, duvet wrinkled and dented upon the bed where she’d screamed and struggled. Aleena raised her chin a little, a sign of uncharacteristic defiance. She wasn’t used to defying her mistress and though in the moment of rebellion the long time slave had been confident, now faced with the consequences, her stomach twisted to knots.
“Aleena, where is our guest?” Jai Lin’s velvety voice showed no sign of anger or irritation.
A shuddery breath came before the buxom woman could find the courage for words. She swallowed hard and her plump bottom lip quivered when she spoke. “I let her go.”
One of the towering woman’s eyebrows raised. “And why would you do a thing like that?”
“Because…” Aleena began, pausing to wrestle a wave of nervous fear. “She can stop you.”
“I see.” Jai Lin’s eyes narrowed and a long silence began. Her mind was working, considering the angles, or how best to punish her slave, or both. For as long as she’d known the cunning mistress, the fearful captive rarely had any insight into her thoughts. “Have I not been good to you, these past few years?”
Good? Aleena couldn’t quite bring herself to scoff, though she did let her jaw drop a little. Jai Lin had never been any sane person’s definition of good. Even if one were to ignore the corruption, the slaves, the tortures and the kidnappings there was still a laundry list of crimes that spanned two decades throughout dozens of countries. Her treatment of Aleena alone was more than enough to secure Jai Lin’s place in hell. Certainly the past two or three years had been much easier for the long-held prisoner, still she remained a captive. Besides, a few years of not being tormented hardly made up for the decade and half of misery that came before, nor the broken heart she’d been left with.
There was no answering Jai Lin’s question. Instead, the unwilling servant simply returned to obeying every command. Denying her mistress would lead to worse than whatever nightmares were already in store. For all the cruelty Aleena had lived through she had, for the most part, managed to keep from turning completely insane. She feared now that her betrayal would be the tipping point, and Jai Lin’s wrath would finally see her driven out of her mind for good. Nonetheless the curvy forty-something slave did as she was told and showed no signs of disobedience as the two women made way for a much different room.
“Kneel.” Jai Lin’s high heeled boots stopped precisely as she came to stand beside a knee-high ottoman.
Aleena was all too familiar with the sturdy piece of lounge furniture. A little larger than a standard coffee table, the custom-build ottoman was bolted in place and covered in soft white fur across all sides. She had seen countless girls set upon it over the years in a variety of vulnerable and helpless positions. For the amount of struggling that the box endured it never budged, and they had only ever had to replace the built-in straps once when the constant wear and tear allowed a young South African woman to break free. Much like the ottoman, the relatively small room surrounding it was designed specifically to increase a victim’s suffering. The floor and walls were all black carpet, and when the door closed it was impossible to tell where the exit was. No up, no down, no exit.
“I will be free of here one day.” Aleena muttered as she knelt on to the cushiony surface.
“That may well be true.” The sadistic mistress motioned a finger toward the straps that dangled from above on a thin chain. “But I will forever live in your memory.”
There was no denying that. Stood on her knees, the buxom brunette stretched her arms high above and made no effort to escape as Jai Lin secured the leather bonds around her wrists. Once the buckles were fastened and the grip firm the domineering slaver took one easy stride to where Aleena’s upturned slippers were. Again she made no attempt at resistance as her ankles were bound in place behind her, both feet spread with a dozen inches between them. Perhaps she had long since gone insane, as most anyone else even a fraction as sensitive would have surely fought with all their might. There had been a time, some years in, where Aleena truly had tried to find a mental state where she could enjoy the atrocities that were frequently thrust upon her. She never did find it.
“It’s my fault.” Jai Lin sauntered back around the front, tiger-like gaze looking her prisoner’s voluptuous body up and down. “I knew you would need a reminder one day. Seems I left it too long. You’ve always been so willful.”
“You could still catch her.” Aleena’s tone was unconvincing. Her real hope was that the fleeing journalist was long gone, and she knew the girl’s recapture would make no difference to her own fate.
“Probably.” The statuesque woman held up a hand and began slowly wiggling one long nail the air. “Where do you suppose she’s going?”
Fixing her eyes on that dreadful digit, the bound servant whimpered. “I don’t know.” She lied, or a half truth at best.
“Miss Clark didn’t say anything?” Jai Lin’s devilish talon drew closer.
“She just ran…”
“You’re lying.” That razor claw slid along the cuff of the wincing woman’s short sleeve. “That’s okay. We both know you’ll tell me everything before long.”
“Mph!” Aleena pursed her lips and stifled a giggle. She had never forgotten what it felt like to be touched by her mistress, even so the actual sensation was far worse than even her most visceral memory. Spilling everything then and there might have eased the punishment but she had been defiant once. Maybe, just maybe there was a small, molecule-sized chance the fretfully twitching woman could hold onto to her secret.
“Terrible isn’t it?” Jai Lin wormed her softly stroking fingernail down her slave’s bicep, sliding slowly beneath her sleeve. “One hopes as we get older we’d become less ticklish, yet I’ve found so often that the opposite is true.”
“Mnngh!” Tensing her arms, the trapped woman’s lips turned downward as her brow furrowed. She shook her head, big doe-eyes glaring mournfully up at her stoic mistress. Perhaps it was because she had been shown a couple of years’ mercy or maybe the evil witch’s theory was true, either way Aleena did feel considerably more sensitive than ever before. How that were possible the poor woman had no idea, she had not thought anyone could have been more ticklish than she was in her youth.
“Where’s that lovely laugh of yours, hmm?”
“Mmmhmhm!” Twisting and tugging at the chain above, the fitful prisoner’s cheeks turned a rosy hue as that single finger caressed the edges of her underarm.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve heard it.”
“Mn! Mn!” Aleena stared wide-eyed, shaking her head as she fought the increasing urge to open her lips and let the unwanted laughter loose.
“You can’t hold on forever…” Jai Lin teased, working her skilled finger further into the center of her slave’s horrifically ticklish hollow.
“MMHNNN!” Throwing her head back, the buxom woman closed her eyes tight and whined loudly. Every second the cruel mistress’ finger wiggled across her taut, silky skin was another second closer to losing her mind.
“So willful.”
“Aiiiieehee! NO!” Aleena sprang forward, the chain snapping her back as she shrieked.
Now that she’d got what she wanted, the speed of Jai Lin’s slender digit increased. With straight faced ease the vindictive woman spiraled her long nail around the stretched, smooth skin, hardly moving besides the small motion of her hand. Aleena meanwhile moved every which way she could, turning and throwing herself, wide hips dancing madly against the infuriating sensation. Her tiny feet kicked, and though the helpless captive feared her slippers might fall off there was no controlling her own body’s erratic struggling.
“There it is.” The ruthless torturess bought her free hand up, her other index finger swiftly burrowing beneath her victim’s other sleeve.
“Eiiieheehe! Noho! I’msorry!” Aleena squealed, both underarms now under attack.
Straining to pull her arms down, the loudly giggling woman tried to force herself backward or turn as far left or right as she could. Nowhere was free from Jai Lin’s reach, a fact the busty slave quickly wished she’d remembered more clearly before setting the curly haired journalist free. Regret joined Aleena’s deep sense of fear and anger as her own hair whipped about wildly, her large bosoms bouncing beneath her white top. Within seconds it was as if nothing had changed, any notions of defiance were instantly tickled away and the pitifully giggling woman felt like her most submissive self all over again.
Compounding her suffering, the despondent slave found meekness wasn’t the only thing forced upon her to make an unwelcome return. By design, Aleena’s libido was already stirring, something her masters had instilled early on into her life of servitude. Between Jai Lin and the monstrous Samuel Lucas, the vile pair had used every cruel and terrible technique they could conjure to ensure the then young woman became unnaturally aroused whenever tickled. Despite her anguish over the decades there was nothing the well-trained woman could do from becoming abysmally horny, even after a couple of years living free from it.
“Now then…” Jai Lin pulled her two wiggling index fingers out from the bound woman’s sleeves and sent the deathly digits skimming down both her shapely sides. “I think you know as well I do that a simple round of torture isn’t going to be sufficient punishment, don’t you?”
“Noehehe! Please! Pleeheease!” The comely brunette squirmed as her goddess’ fingers crept up from her waistline and under the bottom of her shirt.
“I’m considering a number of possibilities.” Those long nails, which had driven who knew how many girls out of their minds, skittered along Aleena’s lower tummy.
“Ahaha! I’m sorry mistresseeheeheiie!”
“The first and most obvious is to simply tickle you everyday.” Jai Lin moved her deft digits along the dreadfully sensitive skin just above the girlishly giggling slaves’ hips. “Morning and night, perhaps randomly throughout the day. I could wake you some nights and do it then too.” She continued as the poor servant plead, apologized and shook. “Not so much that you’d go completely crazy, but certainly close. Of course we’ve been there, done that, and you still betrayed me.”
“Nahahaho! Ididn’tmeanit! Eheehe!” Aleena rocked her wide hips, her curvaceous butt flexing as she tried to avoid the maddeningly gentle strokes.
“The second is to make your life nothing but tickling.” Ignoring the sorrowful pleas, the malicious Amazon worked her fingers higher under her voluptuous prisoner’s shirt. “Strap you down naked and tickle you every waking moment. Samuel and I could rotate to make certain you snap as soon as possible. Then if you do ever actually get away from here you’ll be too much of a drooling moron to tell the tale, let alone speak.”
Even with that atrocious thought now swirling in her mind, the hopelessly ticklish woman’s nipples were still hardening. Poking through the thin material of her shirt, Aleena’s arousal was all too apparent. Dual claws swept around and around, drawing hellish lines all over the titillated slave’s midriff, her squeaky begging and throaty gasps telling a much different story than the tingling between her thighs. As unable to prevent the waking nightmares as she was her mistress’ touch, images of herself as a mindless tickle-pet served to horrify the helpless servant and turn her on to tragic degrees.
“Third-” Jai Lin poked her fingertips along the bottom of her slave’s tender ribs, the undersides of the distressed woman’s hefty bosoms squishing against the tops of her hands. “Is I allow the girls in here.”
“NO!” That idea more than any other made Aleena scream. Memories flooded back, to the time when she was first exposed to the unforgiving world of sadistic menace that was tickle torture. In the years that followed she had only ever suffered exclusively at the hands of Samuel Lucas and Jai Lin, yet her first time was perhaps the worst of all. There were the men and then, when the naïve girl thought it impossible to endure any more, the girls were unleashed upon her. A pack of impish young women who explored every hypersensitive inch of Aleena’s body, never a second without fingers running across her soles or poking at her flesh. It was a scenario she never wished to repeat.
“Oh good.” The statuesque billionaire clawed all ten fingers into her slaves’ tummy. “I was leaning toward that one too.”
“Ahaehaehahaha! NonoPLEASE!” Tugging violently at her bondage, the trapped servant balked as she felt her arousal take a very noticeable spike.
In the early days when she still had some fire in her belly, the would-be slave would almost always put up a fight. Samuel Lucas used to have guards drag her into his private quarters or Jai Lin would get them to strap her down, yet they almost always tortured her alone. On occasion the demented pair might go at her together and that was as bad as it got. By the time they went traveling Aleena didn’t need the guards to wrestle her anymore, she would simply do as told because the alternative was always worse. Even when they told her to take part in torturing unsuspecting backpackers the obedient girl never argued, despite the heavy burden of guilt she felt every time. It was a miserable, dehumanizing life, yet no day was ever so bad as that first time.
“Ohh the girls will have a ball with you.” Jai Lin teased, pinching firmly at the worrisome woman’s sides. “Do you know how many over the years have asked me to get their hands on you? How many I’ve had to deny?”
“Aieehahaha! No Mistress! Ahaha! Pleasepleanoahaha!” Her expression contorting through a mix of dread and insuppressible laughter, the curvaceous slave’s voice was thick with distress. “Anything but thaahahahat!”
“Just imagine it.”
“Ohnopleaeeeheeheese!”
“All those hands.”
“NOnoahahaaa!”
“Crawling all over you…”
“I’m sorryahaha! I’msosorry! Ahahaha!” Aleena’s long hair whipped against her reddening cheeks. Between the drilling of her mistress’ fingers boring into her abdomen and the ongoing imagery of future punishment, the buxom slave’s libido was brimming.
“I’ll instruct them to be merciless.” The nefarious woman pinched higher, goosing the fitful servant’s ribs and hiking her shirt upward. “After so long without being tickled I can only imagine how horrible it will be.”
“Ahahaha! I’lldoahaha!” Interrupted by her own laughter, the increasingly aroused slave could feel the bottom of her shirt sliding up the underside of her jiggling bosoms. “I’lldoanything! Aheieehahaha!”
“Until a few minutes ago I thought you’d only ever do as you were told.” Jai Lin poked viciously into her buxom captive’s flesh, right where the tender flesh of her breasts met her heaving ribcage.
Aided by the cruel woman’s hands getting higher, the jostling of Aleena’s own body caused her shirt to slide upward. In one quick motion the loose fitting top sprang into a bunch atop her chest, the curvaceous slave’s huge bare bosoms popping out into the open. Her light brown areole’s puffy with arousal, the squealing prisoner’s involuntarily erect nipples were on full display. The sudden reveal and added vulnerability sent a rush through Aleena’s loins, her thick thighs quivering with the agony of carnal anticipation. Plead and bargain though she may, the comely Pakistani knew perhaps better than anyone how callous Jai Lin could be. The girls would be invited in before long and the threat alone made her pussy pulsate.
“Do you think this is the worst I can offer?” Her mistress said, as if reading the squawking woman’s mind. “Have the girls tickle you, is that where you imagine the limits of your punishment can go?” The towering witch’s ten long nails scribbled down the half naked slave’s sides and her back arched as she squealed. “I know you’ve never forgotten our dear Hania. The sacrifice you made for her freedom? I was true to my word you know, when I let her free, Samuel and I never tracked her down. We let her be.”
A flush of anger spread through Aleena’s ample chest. Hearing her long lost lover’s name bought back all the heartache and loss. She tried to force a look of fury, instead the fitful woman’s expression twisted awkwardly between rage and helpless, ticklish grinning.
“That could change, of course.” Jai Lin clawed at the bare breasted servant’s tummy, fingertips prodding deep into convulsing muscle and flesh. “I could find Hania, even now. We could bring her here, another ill-fated reunion for the two of you? You could watch each other be tortured. Or I could make you torture her.”
“Aahaheieeha! Iwouahaha!” The hyperticklish slave gasped as her midriff turned a dark shade of pink. “Neverhahaha! Iwouldn’t! Eeeieheehee!”
“Tell me where Emma Clark is going.”
“I don’tknowahaha!”
“Tell me, or the moment I walk out of this room-“ Jai Lin scribbled her ten long nails all the way up Aleena’s defenseless sides and ran them wild into her underarms. “I’ll hire a team of investigators to find your little girlfriend!”
Whatever other vile traits she had, there was never any doubting the Amazonian mistress’ power of will. A former slave herself, the ambitious Japanese woman had usurped her way into power more than once. Many had tried to end Jai Lin’s reign of terror over the years and none had succeeded, no one yet had managed to stop her desires from becoming reality. Fearing for Hania, wherever she was and whoever she had become, Aleena resigned herself to that simple fact.
“Madam Uieehahaha! Madam Ui!” The desperate, cackling captive bellowed woefully, her high pitched laughter undercutting much of the sorrow in her voice. “Eiehahaha! I told her!”
“Ha.” Jai Lin smiled in a rare moment of genuine amusement. Stepping back, the well-toned woman pressed the tips of her fingers together. “And what do you suppose that old shrew is going to do?”
“I-ahh…I don’t know…” Aleena fell limp, hanging from the chain as she panted for air.
“If Harry Deveno didn’t sell Ui as a tickle-toy to one of his associates…” A thoughtful look crossed the cunning woman’s sharp features. “…she’s probably spent the last twenty years working in a fish market. Or whoring herself for pennies. Wherever she is and whoever she’s with, I sincerely hope they’ve been tickling her stupid since the day I left her tied to Harold’s desk.”
“She…she still knows.”
“Don’t be vague. Knows what?”
“Everything.” Her breathing slowing, the restrained brunette spoke softly and with no measure of confidence. Knowing she would soon be in agony again, all there was left to do was confess. “Madam Ui can tell Emma everything. You, Sam Lucas, Novak. The Devenos, she knows it all. All Emma needs to do is write it down and put it out in the world.”
“And you think that will be enough, do you?”
Aleena looked up, dark wavy locks hanging across her face. “It’s a start.”
A wry smirk grew slowly across the Amazon’s full lips. “Look at you. All this time gone by and still the mere mention of your old girlfriend is enough to put a fire in your belly.” Reaching up, the imposing woman pinched either side of her slave’s shirt and began pulling it up and over her head and arms. “It would be a mistake to bring her here, I can see that. Hania will remain safe. You, on the other hand, are in for a world of terror.”
Aleena winced as her mistress stuffed the shirt forcefully down between her bound wrists. With the top now held around her hands, the busty woman wished she could have found more consolation in knowing Hania wouldn’t be touched. Stretched and powerless to prevent any attack on her taut upperbody, what should have felt like a big win seemed tragically small in the face of what was sure to follow. As Jai Lin took a couple of short steps around to the back of the ottoman, the anxious slave realized her upperbody wasn’t the most pressing concern after all.
“Do you remember the first time your feet were tickled?” The cruel mistress stood behind her prisoner, one fingertip sliding gently around the heel of her upturned slipper. “I don’t mean you and Hania fumbling around behind your parents’ backs. I mean the first real time, when you couldn’t just giggle and slip away? When there was no way to stop it.” She hooked that same finger into the back of the slipper and pulled gently. “When within those first few, terrifying seconds, panic setting in, you realized how truly, awfully ticklish you really were?”
“Y-ou!” Aleena cringed as she felt the fluffy inside of her slipper sliding off her foot. “And…and Master Lucas…”
“Mmm…” Plucking one slipper off and tossing it to the floor, the pitiless mistress revealed her slave’s delicate, wrinkled sole. She pinched the heel of the remaining slipper and slowly drew it away. “That must have been so, so awful. And then to realize, as the seconds wore on and it didn’t end, to know that your begging…all your screaming…it was for nothing.”
As the second slipper was discarded and both soles were now exposed, the curvaceous servant knew exactly what Jai Lin was doing. Her methodical removal of the slippers, the calm recollection of Aleena’s first time being tortured, it was all part of the grander scheme to make her suffering worse. In all their years together the unwilling assistant had been on the end of her mistress’ seductive manipulations countless times, and seen it performed on others even more. Despite all that experience, the bare foot woman still found herself writhing awkwardly as if it were her first time, a sour grimace crossing her face when she felt a warm dampness between her thighs.
“And how much worse it must have been…” The wicked tormentress continued. “When it finally occurred to you that all your pleading wasn’t just being ignored...it was being savored.”
“Eeeiii!” Aleena shook, rattling her chain when she felt the sharp tip of one single nail slide ever-so-gently down the outer edge of her right foot.
“I’ve always enjoyed hearing you beg.”
“Aha!” Another nail scraped along her left sole and the squawking slave rocked sharply in response.
“All the girls I’ve had my fun with…” Jai Lin snaked a fingertip down the length of her captive’s sole.
“Ahahaha! Ohho!”
“And I always come back you eventually, don’t I?” Running one digit across the tips of Aleena’s toes, the kneeling mistress made her prisoner shriek. “There’s an odd comfort to you. A reliability. A consistency.” She flickered two fingers across the balls of one foot and the poor bound woman’s tiny toes curled. “Except of course…” Jai Lin’s voice rose and as it did she sent all ten of her long nails dancing up and down her slave’s excruciatingly ticklish arches. “For when you betray me!”
“NYEEEEEIIIAHAHA!” Snapping forward, the screeching brunette threw her head back and yanked with almighty force upon the chain overhead.
All the desperation in the world couldn’t have broken that chain, nor the various bolts and welds that held it in place. Aleena had overseen the installation of at least half the nightmarish devices throughout the mansion, and unwillingly tested the rest. Far stronger victims than her had been held upon that same ottoman and never once had the chain or it’s foundations so much as creaked. In the early days of her captivity the torture was easier, in a most miniscule way, as she could hold some hope that a restraint might break or a miracle may let her escape. That hope waned in time to the point it no longer existed. Knowing there was no way out, knowing for a certainty she had no choice but to endure, it made every second and every devilish stroke feel like a life time.
“Did you think I’d go easy on you, hm?” The stern woman teased, her sharp nails spidering over Aleena’s tender heels. “Because we’ve known each other so long, did you think I’d show mercy? Was that it?”
“EEIIGGAHAHA! NONOSTAHAHAHAP!” Thrashing violently, the howling slave’s great bare breasts bounced as her toes curled and stretched outward at random.
Her cheeks turning bright red, the bewildered servant’s eyes clenched shut as she screamed with unhinged laughter. Strained and broken pleas hollered out of her, no single word planned as her mind spiraled into chaos. It was no exaggeration to say Jai Lin was one of the world’s most effective ticklers. Over two decades or more the unabashedly cruel woman had put her sinful skill set to use on hundreds of victims, none of whom she’d practiced on more than Aleena. Every curve and wrinkle of the cackling slave’s soles was familiar territory. Her mistress knew all too well the speeds, pressures and frequency needed for every inch to maximize hellish results.
In the throws of uproarious laughter, Aleena’s fractured thoughts cobbled together pieces of memory. In quick flashes she recalled the days when she and Hania first met. Teens in love, two young women desperately trying to hide their affection for each other in an environment that did not allow romance like theirs. It was difficult enough under the watchful eyes of their parents’, but Hania’s penchant for tickling made it even more so. Aleena’s giggling was what got them caught the first time, as much as she tried to stifle it. Her plucky girlfriend’s eager fingers always won out, poking and prodding, it never took much before all control went out the window. The difference of course was that they were never mean-spirited, misery was never the point. How she longed for those days.
“Tell me something-“ Jai Lin dug vigorously beneath her wailing servant’s petit toes, her words unheard under the piercing laughter. “Do you honestly believe Miss Clark will return? When have you ever known someone to go against us after we’ve…negotiated with them?” Nothing was getting through, instead the bound slave threw her head back and shrieked as nails flittered around her arches. “She is an exceptionally ticklish girl. Even if her own experience wasn’t convincing enough, she saw what happened to her friends. And how quickly she was willing to turn on them, mind you. Miss Clark ran, my dear, she ran and she isn’t coming back because she knows what awaits her.”
Minutes in and the topless servant’s nipples were so stiff they protruded almost an inch out from her breast. Any wholesome thoughts of flirtations with her long lost lover were gone, tickled viciously away by Jai Lin’s devilish claws. All that remained in Aleena’s whirling mind was the dreaded desperation to break free and the terrible certainty of her body’s ever increasing arousal. Trapped between two heightened states of being, both doing their level best to cause as much havoc as possible. A place of internal catastrophe the long suffering slave had been many times, and yet there was never any getting used to it.
“I suppose our little fugitive has had enough of a head start.” The wicked Amazon finally pulled her talons back from the slave’s delicate skin. “I’ll give Mackleroy a call and see if he can’t round her up again. No doubt the Whitmore boy will enjoy getting his hands on her.” Aleena’s head hung, hair dangling around her bright red cheeks as she panted heavily. Jai Lin stood up, continuing her one-sided conversation. “I’ll be back to deal with you later. In the meantime…” She hooked her thumbs under the elastic as the back of the gasping woman’s pants and tugged them down.
A lustful tingle spread between Aleena’s thighs, her hips squirming in response. Feeling her mistress peel the pants down, the increased sense of vulnerability made for a deeply frightening and most unwanted spike in carnal sensation. As Jai Lin tucked the pants in a bunch around her servant’s knees, the nearly nude woman was left in little more than the black g-string panties she was required to wear. Dark as they were, there was still a very noticeable damp patch adorning the front of her underwear, the buxom woman’s shapely cheeks practically bare around the other side.
“I want you to think about what you’ve done.” The towering woman opened one hand and sent her flat palm striking sharply across Aleena’s right ass cheek with an almighty slap.
“Ai!” A shrill cry sent the shocked slave’s head back, the chain rattling as she arched away from the sudden sting.
“Or what you thought it was you were doing.” Jai Lin gave another lightning-spank, right in the same spot and a good bit harder.
“Ai-yyii!” Aleena jolted forward again, the outer edge of her curvaceous cheek already pink.
“Because I promise you-“ Another slap. “You.” Crack. “Have.” Whack. “Failed.”
“Aiieegh!” That one cheek red raw, the yelping brunette’s butt flexed painfully.
And with that Jai Lin strode from the room, a light breeze brushing against Aleena’s stinging butt as the door opened and shut swiftly. Less experienced victim’s of living nightmares tended to think, at that point, their tormentor leaving the room was a good thing. Time to recover, to plot their escape. At the very least it was time they weren’t being actively tortured, which had to be a good thing. Aleena knew better. The waiting itself was punishment, never knowing how long might pass before something happened or what that something might be when it did. It was a thought that kept her libido simmering, just as her mistress knew it would.
Time enough passed for the sorrowful slave to catch her breath. Regaining energy was never good, not really. With luck there were times certain victims could pass out, though in Aleena’s case losing consciousness had happened few and far between. Even on those rare occasions the rest was short lived, she only ever woke to more tickling. How long went by it was difficult to say, time tended to lose meaning when tickled and the room of all-black walls offered no signs. However long it was wasn’t anywhere near long enough as the half naked servant’s butt was still stinging slightly when the door opened again.
“Oh my goooood!” Came a young woman’s excitable voice. Not usually the kind of sound to strike fear in a person’s heart, but for Aleena the giddy tone was apocalyptic.
“There she is!” Another girl cooed. The buxom slave couldn’t bring herself to look back and see just how many of them were piling into the room.
“Aleenaaaaa!” Said a third, each new arrival more gleeful and teasing than the one before. “I can’t believe we’re finally allowed to get our hands on you!”
By way of the shifting light from the open doorway Aleena could tell the precession was not yet done. Looking up as the first of her visitors sauntered around the front of her, the bare-breasted woman’s bottom lip trembled. Ana was the first of them and undoubtedly the last of the harem she wanted to see. A slender Portuguese girl, the olive-skinned brunette had a fearsome reputation for tickling feet that came second only to Jai Lin herself. A second later Tanya Lowe wandered around from the other side, the dark-skinned girl’s wide hips swaying in time with the thick black braids atop her head.
“Aw ‘Leena.” Ana tilted her head to one side, a less-than sympathetic smile across her lips. “You must have done something really naughty for Jai Lin to let us play with you.”
“Girls –girls please-“ Aleena stammered, knowing she had one chance, if that, to talk them into taking a path that didn’t lead toward catastrophe.
“You’re in soooo much trouble!” Tanya grinned.
Darting her eyes back and forth between the two young women, Aleena thought carefully about her next words. Each and every one of Jai Lin’s girls was as much a merciless sadist as they were victims themselves. They all had different reasons for staying at the mansion, some out of fear, some because they’d found enough dominance among the flock to minimize their own suffering. Most of them wanted to live out their fantasies of being the next mistress with her own gaggle of hopelessly ticklish girls. None in the mansion’s history had achieved it yet. Still, Aleena knew it would be a difficult spell to break.
“You don’t have to do this.” She tried and received only wicked smirks in return. “I know Jai Lin better than anyone, she’ll never let you live the lives you want.”
Tanya shot a glance to the sultry young woman beside her. “I’m pretty happy, how about you?”
“I like my life.” Ana shrugged.
Easy for them to say. Tanya had been at the mansion for going on five years, and Ana longer still. Though they had both started at the bottom of the heap, the two cunning women soon maneuvered themselves up through the unofficial ranks and were easily among the most feared few of the bunch. One of the newer girls would have been easier to convince, though the newbies tended to live in fear more than most. Still, however important one might think themselves, no girl lasted at the mansion forever.
“Don’t you ever wonder what happened to the women who came before you?” Aleena’s voice was thick with concern, mostly for her own sanity.
“You mean Maria?” Ana raised an eyebrow.
“Before her.” The near nude slave could hear at least two more women, maybe more, shuffling around near the door. “Maria wasn’t the first. We’ve been doing this a long time. Many had passed through these halls before either of you arrived.”
“Are you going to tell us?” Tanya grinned as the light from the doorway faded and the door clicked shut. “Or do we have to tickle it out of you?”
Aleena shook her head. “You’re probably going to tickle me anyway. But it’s important, you should know this. It happens to all of you sooner or later.” Making a point of meeting their gaze, the bound older woman frowned. “You think you’re free.” She turned her head back a little, just enough to let them know she was addressing the entire room. “You’re no better off than I am, not in the end. Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, they’ve had dozens of girls just like you through here over the years. Every one of them came willingly, or were tricked into thinking they did.”
“Pff.” Tanya gave a tiny scoff as Aleena met her eye. A former student of Sam Lucas’, the curvaceous black girl certainly hadn’t come to the mansion voluntarily her first time.
“Everyone tries to leave for different reasons.” The topless slave continued. “Some of them just disappear. Others are allowed to say their good byes, get a few last tickles in before heading off down the driveway. None of them ever make it off the property.”
“You lie.” Ana said. Curiously her tone sounded more like a question than she might have intended.
In point of fact Aleena was lying, at least a little. Only most of the girls who and come and gone from Jai Lin’s harem never got to leave in the way they wanted. There were a select few who had been allowed to move out into the wider world while still remaining under their mistress’ command. Extraordinary young women who had proved themselves above and beyond for one reason or another. Ana, Tanya and their cohorts didn’t need to know anything about that, however.
“First they’re taken to the dungeons.” Aleena lowered her voice, hoping to properly convey the severity of the most likely fate in store for all the girls. “None of you can be allowed to leave here sane, you understand that don’t you? There are too many secrets that could ruin us.” Her audience of two, and presumably the ones listening behind, furrowed their brows quizzically. “You think you know the dungeons, but you don’t. There are rooms behind rooms and levels below levels. Dark places where Jai Lin and Sam Lucas break any who try to leave this place. It can take weeks.”
“And then what?” Tanya sneered a little in disbelief. “They kill them?”
“Some beg for just that. Our masters are never so merciful.” Adjusting her weight as best she could, the awkwardly aroused woman tried to focus as she knew her small audience were only one wrong word away from tickling her silly. “Once the girls have lost any sense of themselves they’re given away. You might like to think you’d be sold, fine girls like you could fetch a good price, but no. You’re given as gifts to people of influence, anyone Jai Lin might need a favor from.”
A mousy voice squeaked from somewhere back near the door. “She’s just trying to scare us.”
“You should be scared.” Aleena spoke sharply. “You all know Sheriff Mackleroy, he comes by often enough.” And the mustached man had certainly tickled a few of them, the bare foot woman knew. “How many of you have seen his wife?” Blank stares met the question. “No? None of you? That’s because she never leaves the sheriff’s house. Her name is Kelly Wess and a decade ago she was a lot like all of you.” Aleena paused to let the implication set in, to make sure no one questioned it, to allow the truth to bury it’s hooks. “Kelly was one of our more senior girls back then. One of the first, as it happens. Then she turned twenty-five and as many do at that age began to wonder what she was doing with her life.”
Tanya wasn’t quite there yet and continued to frown. Ana was pushing twenty-six though, and the sternness of her expression wavered a touch.
“So Kelly went to Jai Lin and said whatever she said. She wanted to move on, get a job somewhere, make a family, the usual things people do.” Aleena kept her voice steady hoping and hoping hard that the story was sinking in. “We had a little tea party to say farewell. Jai Lin let Kelly have her pick of the girls to torment to her heart’s content and then she left early the next morning. Or so the other girls were told.” No one said a thing, the silent audience was hanging on every word. “Kelly was in the dungeons of course. Naked, eyes covered, mouth taped shut, ears plugged. Sam Lucas was down there too, making her forget her own name.”
Ana swallowed, her mouth a straight line. Whatever she wanted to believe didn’t matter, the truth was right in front of her.
“When they were done, Kelly Wess was a memory.” Aleena sighed as she recalled bathing that poor shell of girl, getting her dressed and ready to present to Sheriff Mackleroy. “Jai Lin gave her away, a more obedient creature you could never find. Now she cooks and cleans for the sheriff, tends to his every need or desire. Mostly…” She paused knowing that Ana, Tanya and the rest had already worked out what she was about to say and probably didn’t want to hear it. “Mostly that confident redhead who used to strut and terrorize these halls serves as Sheriff Mackleroy’s live-in tickle toy.”
A pin dropping would have made for a thunderous clamor. So quiet was the room Aleena wondered if any of the girls were even breathing. They were thinking, she hoped, about their own futures now, about being dragged or tricked into the deepest holes of Jai Lin’s dungeon. Losing their minds in dimly lit rooms that were little better than caves. Then, when nothing remained of themselves, being given like some prize to a horny old man who would paw at their nubile bodies whenever he pleased. Catering with unquestioning obedience to a senator maybe, or a local crime boss, anyone with which Jai Lin wanted to curry favor. She could have bribed them of course, but money was never the point.
“Oh please!” A leggy blonde with an athletic figure appeared between Tanya and Ana. It was Aubrey, one of the twins. “Little ‘Leena would say anything to stop us from tickling her!”
“It’s the truth!” Aleena shook at her chain, her bulbous bare breasts wobbling as she did. “And if you or your sister think coming from money will make a difference you’re sorely mistaken.”
Aubrey sneered and waved a dismissive hand. She and her identical counterpart, Nora, had not even been residents of the mansion for a single year. Nonetheless, the haughty pair of Kentucky teenagers soon walked around like they owned the place. No doubt their dominance among the girls came from their unified approach to tickling, though Jai Lin and Sam Lucas had made the sisters turn on each other more than once. Usually though, the twins were a force to be reckoned with and were more than happy to let everyone know it.
“She’s just trying to get in our heads.” Nora appeared from the left, the difference between her and Aubrey impossible to make out.
“Enough.” Ana was one of the few girls who the twins didn’t dare touch and she wasn’t about to let them take control of the room. “Whether ‘Leena’s telling the truth or not doesn’t matter. Jai Lin asked us to punish her.“ The sultry brunette raised all ten of her long nails into the air. “Lies or truth, it’ll still be the same after we’re done.”
“No! Wait! Don’t you understand?!” Aleena tensed as those nails began to wiggle toward her taut, defenseless torso. “You need to leave! You all need to get out of heiieeiiee!” Someone stroked her side from behind and the giggling older woman jerked her hips in the opposite direction. “Don’t do this! Eeheheii!” Ana dragged a single talon down the fitful slave’s bicep. “I’m not lying! Eeiehaha!” Nora clawed at her supple ribs. “Please no! Aahahiieeee!”
Squirming awkwardly, the helpless captive stifled a sob as the pack of eager girls crowded in close. Through bubbling laughter she wanted to turn back time, to still convince her attackers that running for their lives was best for all of them. Trying to keep her expression serious, Aleena couldn’t help from grinning broadly as more fingers poked and prodded at her hypersensitive flesh. Whoever was behind her ran nails softly up the voluptuous woman’s spine and she felt like it was her first time all over again. A fingertip grazing one nipple served as an instant reminder of how feverishly aroused she already was. Pleading desperately, her voice growing higher in pitch, girlish laughter was quickly overtaking any of the curvy servant’s hard earned composure.
“Speaking of tickle-toys!” Aubrey’s slender fingers clawed at Aleena’s convulsing tummy. “Maybe I can keep you when Jai Lin’s had enough, hmm?”
“Stopahahaha!” Contorting her face, the scantily clad woman shook as what must have been five pairs of hands roamed around her upperbody. “I mean it! Eeehheeheie!”
“Ohh, did you hear that ladies?” Ana danced the tips of her razor sharp claws along the undersides of their victim’s hefty bosoms. “She means it!”
While the svelte Portuguese girl focused on Aleena’s naked breasts and dangerously near her underarms, the other four were doing their best to overwhelm her. Nora evoked a shriek or two as she drilled into their prisoner’s lower ribs, smirking in the same devilish fashion as her twin. The other identical sister kept her hands busy a few inches lower, digging relentlessly at the begging woman’s abdomen. Tanya had her hands in there somewhere too, though in her mirthful state it was impossible for the struggling slave to tell exactly who was doing what. The girl behind her was perhaps the most mischievous of the lot, her rogue fingertips scribbling up and down Aleena’s back and skirting the edges of her waistline.
“Aeeeieieehee!” The spasming servant thrust forward when the hands-behind frolicked across her ass cheeks, including the tender spot where Jai Lin had spanked her. “Y-you have to stahahaap!” Her words came out in a labored wheeze, vocal chords strangled by lust, laughter and anguish.
Of course she knew they wouldn’t stop, their kind never did. Experienced as she was being on the receiving end of tickle torture, Aleena could never hold back from begging. It was true for all the girls who passed through Jai Lin’s mansion, no matter how tough they might eventually consider themselves. There were still lessons to be learned in the way one plead for mercy, the more veteran residents rarely making the same mistakes as new arrivals. Broadcasting that one was about to orgasm, for example, was never a good idea. Even now Aleena felt the urge to warn them, to scream that she would soon climax if her tormentors didn’t cease. The opposite of mercy would be the result. A good sadist never halted to prevent their victim’s suffering, only to prolong it.
“What are you doing back there, Dee?” Ana leaned to look around, her nimble fingers drawing circles at the outer edges of the frenzied woman’s puffy areoles.
“She’s got such a ticklish butt!” Dee, the mystery girl at Aleena’s back, beamed excitedly.
“And what else to I see back there?” The cunning woman turned her head to look directly at their prisoner’s twisting, mournful face. “Some ticklish little tootsies!”
“Nahahaha! NO PLEASE!” Aleena’s dark hair whipped as she shook her head. A rookie fumble, screaming so loud, but the thought of Ana’s nails on her soles sent any rational thought fleeing for the hills.
“Wait, wait…” Tanya dropped to one knee as the Portuguese vixen strolled out of sight. “Let’s get these panties off!”
Squealing helplessly, the older woman continued to struggle as the twins kept their twenty fingers running around her ribs and tummy. Dee’s playful digits hadn’t relented either, all ten of the redhead’s fingertips continuing to run freely around Aleena’s shapely butt cheeks. Knowing the sinister Ana would be on her feet momentarily, all the panicked slave could do was wriggle her hips as Tanya hooked her fingers around either side of her g-string. With the last and practically useless piece of clothing being slid down her quivering thighs, the now nude woman’s arousal swelled to critical levels.
“Horny Little ‘Leena!” Aubrey teased as she leaned back to take in the sight of their slave’s sopping wet pussy. “She’s even wetter than Dee after you feather her tits!”
What, if anything, Dee’s response was to the blonde’s quip, Aleena didn’t know nor care. Her soaked panties around her knees, the naked captive could no longer focus on the girls’ taunts or conversation. Too much was going on and her laughter had grown too loud. Carnal waves crashed within and caused the defenseless woman’s hips to thrust lewdly. Tanya’s hands returned to the fray, her fingertips pinching between Aleena’s thighs and stroking sinfully close to her outer labia. The twins kept up their joint assault and Dee was now eliciting a series of screeches by wiggling her fingers up and down between the bewildered slave’s butt cheeks. All this combined with the knowledge that Ana’s terrible talons must have been drawing ever-closer, it was a recipe for outright pandemonium.
“EEEEIIIYAHAHAHA!” Aleena howled when the first nails crept across her marshmallowy soft heels. Her back arched and her toes curled in tight, laughter bellowing from deep in her belly.
Like putting a drop of blood into a pool of piranhas, the sudden intensity and volume of the bound woman’s laughter spurred the gang of girls into a feeding frenzy. Energized by their victim’s thrashing and wordless cries, the five relentless nymphs upped their speed or strength or whatever would drive Aleena the most insane. Tanya dug her thumbs in deep to the soft spots just inside the nude woman’s hipbones, while Aubrey squished her bare bosoms together and flickered fingertips across her rigid nipples. Nora’s rib tickling went from pokes and prods to full-blown lobster-clawing mayhem, a move that made their tickle-toy breathless if she wasn’t already.
Around the other side Dee was doing some clawing of her own, squeezing at the cackling woman’s curvy ass while the muscles and flesh flexed between her fingers in protest. Worst of them all was the one most suited to her evil task; Kneeling behind the ottoman, Ana skillfully swept her long nails all over Aleena’s deathly ticklish soles, scurrying under her toes and raking viciously across her insteps. There might have been less girls than that first traumatic time all those year before, but these five knew far better what they were doing and enjoyed their wicked deeds with a much more hellish glee.
A sheen of sweat coated the berserk slave’s neck, her tendons straining as she screamed. Steamy hot beads trickled down across her collarbone, winding into the creases where her bulbous breasts were pushed upward. Among her thick thighs, Tanya was no longer holding back, her quick digits now spidering across Aleena’s pulsating pussy. Between the fondling of her dripping lips and the teasing of her erect nipples it was a wonder the thrashing older woman hadn’t cum already. Only the harsh tickling of her torso and nightmarish stroking of her silky soles seemed enough distraction to keep the crazed slave teetering on the edge.
For far too long the edge is where they kept her. Like all of Jai Lin’s girls throughout the years each of the five knew how to keep their victim right where they wanted. Some were naturals to begin with, like Aubrey and Nora, Ana too. Others were trained, as had been the case for Tanya and Dee. They knew which buttons to push and which ones not to, all hard lessons taught under the stern tutelage of Sam Lucas or Jai Lin herself. Working as a group the five young women knew just how to work Aleena’s body so she wouldn’t quite climax. The feeling was there, the urge, an unavoidable temptation kept narrowly out of reach. So close she could taste it. So close she could feel the heat of it against her sizzling skin.
“AAAHNNAHAHAHA!” Aleena bellowed mindlessly, gnashing her teeth as sweat poured off of her.
Dee’s bratty fingertips slid easily down between the slave’s wobbling ass cheeks, while slick digits stroked evilly over her nipples. Two more hands kneaded at the maddened woman’s stomach and ribs, clawing the breath out of her in unbridled laughs. Tanya’s speedy strokes ran all over the poor captive’s pussy, stroking softly across every pulsing inch. Out of sight yet very much in mind, Ana took no pause as her wicked nails worked relentlessly across Aleena’s terribly sensitive soles. Her toes spread and keen fingers wiggled underneath, the hellish touch never relenting no matter how much she squeezed or curled back against them.
How long passed the crazed woman had no way of knowing, yet eventually one of Tanya Lowe’s audacious strokes brushed across Aleena’s swollen clit. The swift touch sent a violent shudder up the nude woman’s spine, a sensation that made her gasp loudly before continuing to roar with laughter. A few more torturous minutes dragged by until another soft caress swept over her clit again. The arduous time between each stroke was certainly no accident, only another form of torment. Like blissful previews of what was to come, the buxom black girl kept their prisoner feeling like she was finally going over the edge. Dipping her toes into the raging waters of primal release, as it were, only to be pulled back at the last possible second.
In all the lunacy and ticklish turmoil, Aleena thought back again to the tale of Kelly Wess. She wondered then if the five girls hadn’t been instructed to begin the same process, to at long last take her beyond the breaking point. The once dutiful slave had been pushed against that wall many times, even felt it tear, but Jai Lin always relented before it collapsed completely. Staring into the abyss of her own sanity, it was an abominable line of thought that only came to an end by another of Tanya’s fingertips sliding across her clit. This time however the finger came back, her helpless laughter turning to hoarse moans.
“Don’t you cum!” Ana called from behind as she raked all ten of her nails slowly down from the bare foot woman’s heels to her toes. It was a favourite game within the mansion, threatening further punishment for something a victim had no say in. No control over. Often it was something the victim even desired, mind and body fighting furiously against one another to avoid the unavoidable. “I’m going to tickle your feet until midnight if you cum!”
“AUHH! IIEEEHEEIIHAHA!” Aleena shrieked, the unbearable fondling of her feet only serving to propel her closer and closer toward orgasm.
Tanya flicked the thrashing woman’s clit and flicked it again. The tip of her finger vibrated quickly, no longer leaving the erect nubbin alone. With her free hand the dark haired sadist spidered five fingers across Aleena’s trembling taint, the maniacal woman’s thighs shaking violently in response. So wet was the slave’s salivating pussy that her labia, thighs, tickled-taint and even Miss Lowe’s hand were drenched. Thick, winding streams of liquid lust drizzled down to between the moaning servant’s shaky knees, her entire naked body quaking from the continuous overload of sensation.
Roaring cries of carnality were coming as often as squealing laughter now, the two powerful forces both dueling for supremacy. Aleena’s face contorted and twisted, her eyes widening when the tickling took hold and clenching shut whenever lust spiked through her loins. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and down stretched cheeks, throwing her head back and straining furiously. Just as soon as she’d ridden a second of wanton shame the laughter came back with a vengeance, fingers spidering across every hopelessly sensitive nerve. Sadly, one underlying thought followed her, that even when the inevitable did happen it would not be the end.
“HNGH!” Aleena’s hips snapped forward sharply and her back arched. “HNNNGH! AAAUUHH!” She screeched, then froze, her mouth in a wide O-shape as the five girl’s fingers continued to do their evil deeds.
The first orgasmic burst gushed over Tanya’s hand, squirting unceremoniously across her collarbone and breasts. Stomach tensing hard, the loudly moaning slave lurched forward, her hands clawing aimlessly at the shirt that was bunched around them. As Aleena’s toes spread Ana took the chance to frolic her nails underneath, and the climaxing prisoner let out a piercing scream as she continued to cum. Another deluge of liquid-release splashed across Tanya’s hand and arm, the majority coating her ample cleavage. By the third wave the kneeling girl was starting to look like a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest, her erect nipples poking through the damp fabric. Taking the drenching as an apparent invitation, the busty young woman leaned forward and replaced the wiggling of her finger with the ravenous licking of her tongue.
“AAHHNNNNNN!” Gritting her teeth, Aleena spasmed fitfully as Tanya’s soft lips engulfed her steaming hot pussy. With the full width of her long wet tongue the devilish girl lapped at the trapped slave’s clit, forcing a second orgasm before the first had even started to subside.
Relieving as it was to finally cum, there was no mercy in Tanya’s oral assault, her hands proving as much by not keeping idle. Scurrying behind Aleena’s knees, the brown-eyed girl’s ten fingers scribbled up the backs of her thighs. Once upon the squishy crease where the curvy captive’s legs met her shapely butt cheeks, those ten fingers dug in, running wild along the underside of her ass. Taking a cue from her friend’s playbook, Dee joined in on the triple-attack technique by bringing her mouth into the equation too. Letting her fingers dance merrily out across Aleena’s bouncing ass, the frisky redhead licked down from her tailbone and wriggled her tongue deep inside the hysterical slave’s crack.
Not ones to ever be left out, the twins hungrily followed suit. Wrapping their full red lips around Aleena’s rigidly erect nipples, the sisters’ hot breath caused her large bosoms to tingle intensely. Through a mix of sucking, licking and gentle nibbles the two statuesque blondes feasted upon their toy’s alarmingly ticklish breasts as she howled through one orgasm after another. Like Tanya and Dee, Aubrey and Nora’s hands were not inactive either, both of the indistinguishable girls clawing and digging at the older woman’s ribs and heaving tummy.
Last but not least, Ana jumped on the ravenous bandwagon as well. Curling forward, the dreadfully skilled girl began by biting gently at her prey’s upturned left heel. Slender fingers still crawled all over Aleena’s vulnerable arches, toes and insteps, even as the Portuguese devil’s tongue flickered into the center of her sole. Switching from one foot to the other, the sinister woman’s oral abilities were every bit as terrifying as her digits. With all five girls now sucking, biting and licking at her, their fifty collective fingers poking, prodding and stroking, it was Ana’s tongue snaking between her toes that sent Aleena reeling into a third backbreaking climax.
When the troublesome gang finally relented, peeling their lips away and leaving their slave a sticky, soaked mess, the poor woman dangled breathless. Long strands of dark hair stuck to her glossy skin, her face and neck a dark exhausted red. Small whimpers shuddered from Aleena’s lips as her body rocked from mindless panting. Where she was, why she was there, who had been tickling her and for how long, the shattered slave could no longer wrap her mind around any of it. Only two things existed in her world anymore, tickling and waiting to be tickled.
Light cast across Aleena’s teary vision long before she had regained much sense. She didn’t know what was happening, nor did she want to. Aubrey took hold of the older woman’s chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look upon the eager-eyed blonde’s nubile face. With her free hand the haughty heiress wiped tears from the bound slave’s aching cheeks, her coy smirk becoming eerily clearer.
“Look ‘Leena…” Aubrey forced the ravaged woman to turn her head. The door was open. Nora, Tanya, Ana and Dee were all standing, all grinning and chatting and welcome a line-up of other girls who were filing into the room. “More friends!”
Six months later in the elevator of Jai Lin’s mansion, Emma Clark stood alongside Madam Ui, with whom she held an uneasy alliance, and the now liberated Aleena. Though now freed, the buxom former prisoner confided that she was still not yet certain her betrayal had been altogether worth what followed. As she told it, the past half year had not been at all easy. On top of her initial punishment that involved a crowd of young women and a small, dark room, free reign had been given by Jai Lin for the mansion residents to do with Aleena whatever they well pleased.
In the time between Emma’s escape and her eventual return, the shapely slave had been tickled almost every day. Upon hearing this, of course, the guilt-ridden redhead couldn’t help but feel more than a little titillated. The thought of that poor woman surrounded by giddy girls intent on making her squeal daily sent a flutter in the journalist’s tummy. With each new detail from Aleena’s plump lips, Emma found herself forgetting why they were wandering up the illustrious stairs and entering the elevator to begin with. Having just seen many of the offending women laying bound and helpless down in the foyer didn’t help any either. It was all the freckled-faced girl could do not to suggest running back down there and unleashing a barrage of ticklish revenge, if for no other reason than her own sinful desires.
Around the time they reached the third floor, Aleena was explaining how most of her days had gone the past six months. If she were lucky she might get a full night of sleep, though unlike before her treachery the girls of Jai Lin’s mansion now had access to her private quarters at any time. It was not unusual, she explained, to be woken late at night by two or more randy young women looking to tickle her silly. Despite the protections Aleena used to enjoy being abolished, she was still required to perform her daily tasks. Preparing Jai Lin’s meals, organizing chore schedules, arranging equipment maintenance and numerous other jobs were made all the more difficult by random bouts of being pawed and poked at. More than once she had spilled drinks, dropped folded laundry, messed up the mail or been made tardy because the girls saw fit to goose her ribs. Naturally, her mistress punished the weary slave for any imperfections, and so on the misery went.
“Just yesterday I was trying to help one of the girls set up a new TV.” Aleena tapped a series of numbers into a brightly lit keypad beside the elevator door. With every move she made the curvy older woman continually looked back over one shoulder in the most nervy fashion, almost as if she was constantly expecting to be attacked. “I was trying to keep it steady while she mounted it to the wall. We almost had it until Maria came by. She’s tied up downstairs now, by the way.” The code successful, the elevator continued it’s gradual ascent toward the fourth floor. “She started tickling me and I couldn’t keep still. Of course I dropped the TV, it broke, and Jeong –the girl whose TV it was- blamed me. Not that she needed a reason to come after me, but then both of them had me on the floor in stitches.”
“I’m so sorry.” Emma said grimly. She meant it too, even though the apology was somewhat marred by a slight irritation for having missed the show.
“Well, you’re here now.” Aleena kept her back to the wall as the elevator slowed to the fifth floor. “Hopefully this will be the end of it.”
Madam Ui took a firm step toward the doors. “I assure you it will.” She held her chin a little higher as the elevator opened. “Jai Lin’s time in the sun is over.” And with that she strode purposely out into a hallway, the doors sliding smoothly shut behind her.
“What is ‘The Garden’, Aleena?” Emma had almost forgotten about the mysteriously mentioned place. Only on the verge of discovery did she finally focus enough from bound women and sadistic stories to properly ask about it. Certainly it was no ordinary garden, implied heavily from the reverent hushed tone with which Aleena spoke of it.
“I’m not trying to keep you in suspense.” The older woman said as they neared the final stop at the rooftop. “It’s just easier to understand if you see it for yourself.”
When the doors opened a moment later the first thing Emma saw was, in fact, a rooftop garden. Framed by the elevator, a vast variety of lush greenery filled the space. So dense and tall was the miniature jungle nothing much could be seen beyond it’s first few feet. A small cobble path was all that separated the exit and the beginning of the foliage. Aleena stepped out, looking back over her shoulder as she did. With a slight nod she motioned for her nervous savior to follow. For the briefest moment the weary redhead paused, suddenly fearing that whatever lay within would be too much even for her.
Braving the unknown, Emma gingerly stepped out onto the cobbles, her eyes darting every which way. Stretching out to either side from the elevator doors were white walls, the uneven path cornering at each end and disappearing behind trees and shrubbery. From viewing anywhere on the ground the roof of Jai Lin’s mansion appeared to slant upward as normal as any other Victorian style manor. Evidently where an attic might have usually been was instead an open space, the sky above clear and the large rectangular area filled with exotic plant life.
“This way.” Aleena wandered leftward.
Picking up her pace, Emma made a point of catching up. As the two women rounded the corner the unmistakable sound of strained, muffled laughter turned her attention toward the mass of greenery on her right. “What’s that noise?” The freckle-faced girl asked dumbly, knowing full well the answer.
“We’ll get there. First…“ Pointing to the high wall running along their left side, the former slave drew her guest’s focus away from the looming jungle and sounds of distant mirth. Stretching along the first two-thirds of the wall were half a dozen large glass windows, all spaced apart by a foot or so of wall. All the same size, the windows stood at least three quarters of the way up the wall and were each roughly three or four times the width of the elevator. Moving closer, Emma could see small electrical panels on the wall to the left of every window. Closer still and it became eerily clear that what was behind the windows were rooms. “I knew you’d want to see this.”
Moving a trembling hand over her open mouth, the hesitant journalist wasn’t so sure she wanted to see anything at all. Feeling her knees weaken and not in a good way, Emma slowly took one uneasy step after another. The room behind the first pane of glass was fairly spacious for what it was, at least so far as prison cells went. In the far back corner was a white door, the remainder of the back wall taken up by a fixed single-wide bed. A TV was mounted to the wall and there was a bookshelf to the left. Along the right side stood an antique looking dresser and a full-height mirror beside it. Then, sitting upon a stool before the mirror was the room’s buxom blonde occupant. She wore tight short-shorts, a very revealing halter-top and little else.
“Jennifer Lantree.” Aleena stood immediately to Emma’s right. “You might be more familiar with her alter ego; Honey Combes?”
“Uhh…” Frozen speechless, the curly haired girl couldn’t produce more than a slight squeak, let alone think clearly.
“Jennifer made quite a name for herself in the adult film industry a couple of years ago.” The older woman spoke with the most solemn of tones. “Skyrocketed to success.” She sighed before continuing. “Until her director tricked her into making a fetish film. I’m sure you can guess which fetish.”
“She’s…” Emma managed to force a tense, wavering word. “…a prisoner?”
“Disappeared off the face of the planet shortly after the film came out.”
“….why?”
Aleena pursed her lips and shrugged. “Jai Lin took a liking to her. Sam Lucas picked Jennifer up, and she’s been held here ever since. A little over a year now.”
“This…this is…” Staring down the wall to the five other large windows, the fiery haired girl felt nauseas. Her breath quickened as she spoke. “They…they…”
“They tickle them, yes.” The mournful servant looked upon the poor woman behind the glass with what must have been a very familiar sense of empathy. “Their evil is never enough, you understand? Jai Lin and Sam Lucas have gotten away with unspeakable things for so long. That’s why I wanted you to see this. So you could know that whatever guilt you might end up with after all this is done, whatever wickedness you think you should be blamed for, it was all in service of doing something greater. Something truly good.”
“I hope you’re right.” Emma lowered her hand from her mouth. She thought back to Hannah, tied to her own bed. Whatever good ended up coming from any of it would always be marred by her crimes.
“I want you to keep in mind what I just said.” Aleena turned to continue down the path. “It’s important you remember the good you’re doing here.”
Behind the second window was a cell similar to the first, and another unwilling occupant. Though they didn’t stop to look, Emma couldn’t help but steal a glance at the woman within. Morbid curiosity she supposed, or that perverse darkness in her that dreamed of keeping her own private prison full of hyperticklish inmates. Another blonde, her hair casting a great mane down her back, the second inmate must have been twenty years older and nearly a foot taller than the first. She wore sweat pants and a singlet, her arms and ample chest covered in colourful tattoos. Just before reaching the third cell, Emma’s swirling mix of remorse, regrets and lust drove her to picture the captive Amazon bound and helpless, her stony expression instead replaced by a most involuntary grin.
“Some of them have been here much longer.” Stopping by the third window, Aleena’s face took on an even more forlorn expression than usual. “I am really very sorry to be the one to show you this.”
“What are you-“ Eyes fixed on her guide, the voluptuous girl stood side-on to the glass, not wanting to turn her head. She flicked her gaze quickly left, then back to Aleena, the older woman’s brow furrowing deeper. Swallowing loudly, Emma let out a trembling breath before slowly turning her head toward the cell.
Sat near the head of the bed, knees curled up to her bare breasts, was a slender fair-skinned woman with auburn hair. She wore nothing besides tight-fitting jeans, which seemed strange, but in the face of everything else her attire barely made for a footnote. Despite the two women standing outside her room looking in, the 30-something year old kept her focus on the TV, all sound muted by the glass. Emma stared for a long moment, confused by the strange familiarity of the prisoner’s profile. If her hair were longer maybe, down to the small of her back instead of her shoulders, and if she were a few years younger too, she could have easily been someone from the past. Perhaps if the captive smiled or looked remotely cheerful instead of a shell of whoever she used to be there might have been a striking resemblance to-
“Miss…Stonewood?” Emma whispered.
“I’m afraid so.” Aleena’s voice was not much louder than the shaken young woman beside her. “Some of them are here because Jai Lin simply wanted them, like Jennifer Lantree. Most of them, though, they’re here because they ran afoul of this place. Caused some offence or went against the powers that be. Sara here-“ She nodded to the destitute redhead behind the glass. “-she did just that. You’d have been neighbors, if you hadn’t escaped.”
A whimpering, shuddery breath slowly drained from Emma’s lips. Just like that the fantasy of holding other people prisoner, or being held prisoner herself, no longer felt so appealing. Faced with the bold reality of it, looking upon the result of what had once been a gleeful, vibrant young woman in Sara Stonewood, it was an altogether new degree of horror. Knowing now that she had narrowly avoided the same fate, the freckle-faced journalist stood in silent shock. Somewhere through the trees, near the far end of the garden, muffled laughter continued. Emma imagined spending the last six months in a cell, nothing but TV, books and the dread of never knowing when she would next be tickle tortured to keep her entertained.
“We have to get them out.” Stepping up to the large window, the fearful girl tapped the bottom of her fist against the glass and looked frantically around at the edges.
“Not yet.” With a tender touch the older woman’s hand cupped around Emma’s forearm and gently pulled her back. “They will be freed today. But it cannot be yet.”
“She’s been in there for years!” Emma snapped, jabbing a pointed finger toward the topless woman in the cell.
“I know.” The normally timid woman spoke with a disarming sternness. “Within the hour we will let them free. For now it is not safe.”
More confusion crossed the redhead’s already distressed face. She and Aleena had one another locked in unblinking stares. “Safe?”
“Come.” The shapely woman turned to carry on down the hellish path. “We are almost to the end.”
“I’m not sure I want to see what’s next.” Emma looked back to Miss Stonewood as she followed on.
“It’s not your fault, Emma.” Aleena approached the fourth window.
“What-“
Wendy Starr sat inside the fourth room. A block of ice formed within Emma’s chest and dripped freezing droplets into her stomach. Guilt was no longer a strong enough word. Opening her mouth slowly, the shapely young woman felt tears brimming at the edges of her eyes. At a first glance Wendy looked content enough, sitting cross legged upon a cushion on the floor with a book open before her. She wore grey sweatpants, fluffy slippers and a tight white singlet. A cozy scene, were it not for the lack of freedom and being forced to endured months of routine tickle torture.
“Wendy…sh-she…she never…” Stammering uselessly, the shell-shocked journalist felt a tear roll down one cheek.
“Did anything?” The older woman finished her young companion’s sentence. “That wasn’t the way Jai Lin saw it, not that it would have mattered. Even if Wendy hadn’t talked to you I think she’d still be here. After your escape they had no chance.”
“…They?” Emma turned back toward the dark haired servant. “Oh god, Deena!” She rushed toward the fifth window.
Sure enough Deena Tripp was in the next cell, though she was not the Deena anyone would have remembered. Where the once rebellious woman once wore heavy lace up boots, leather jackets and metal-band t-shirts, she was now adorned with a perversely colourful outfit. Dancing and twirling to music that could not be heard, the pale-skinned girl tip-toed in bright ballet shoes and a frilly pink tutu. Her long legs bare, a white leotard completed the ensemble, the thin material so tight around her hourglass figure that it showed off most of her lower butt. As if there were any doubt, a pair of long pigtails in Deena’s raven-black hair confirmed her new look was not voluntary.
With one final, flamboyant pirouette, the slender prisoner spun toward the window and took a graceful bow. As she came up from the showy maneuver the green eyed girl slowly looked upon Emma until their eyes met. Stopping halfway back to standing, Deena paused, her brow slowly sinking inward. Over the course of several tense seconds the dancer’s stoic expression morphed from an emotionless glare to seething rage. Springing forward, the furious girl lunged toward the glass with such speed that her freckle-faced onlooker couldn’t help but take a couple of stumbling steps backward.
Turned to hollow thumps by the thick glass, Deena pounded the bottoms of her fists against the window. Yelling angrily in muted silence the enraged captive didn’t break eye contact as she mouthed what was definitely a string of obscenities. Another tear trickled down the redhead’s cheek as she watched her former partner in crime’s fury, the hatred in her glare cutting deep. Like a rabid animal caged, spittle painted the window near Deena’s wide open mouth, the glass fogging slightly from her hot breath. Face red and teeth bared, in that moment she was a creature of pure loathing. Emma could hardly blame her.
“So you see.” Aleena placed that same caring touch on the curly haired girl’s shoulder. “If we were to let them out now, with you here, things would not go well.”
“I...I’m sorry.” Was all the frightened girl could manage as she was slowly guided away.
“One more stop.” The voluptuous Pakistani woman took Emma’s hand and lead her further down the cobbled path.
Rattled to her core by all she’d just seen, the overwhelmed girl passed the sixth and final window without looking in. As they neared the last stretch of their narrow path the dense, high-grown plant life fell away. Turning to knee high flower bushes and other assorted small greenery, a wide open space made up the remainder of Jai Lin’s secret rooftop garden. Without the taller plants between them the muffled laughter suddenly became significantly louder. Looking up from her shoes, Emma followed the desperate sounds across a sea of flowerbeds to the helpless, tormented source.
A few feet in front of the furthest wall, otherwise blank save for a single small doorway, were two large wooden chairs. Each chair was fixed to the ground amongst the soft grass underneath, heavy wooden frames mercilessly unmoving. Lined with leather cushion, each chair had a back that rose up much higher than necessary. The seats were similarly elongated, stretching out far enough for even a considerably tall person to stretch their legs without having their shoes hang off the ends. Unfortunately for the identical occupants of each chair, neither of them were wearing shoes.
Held in place by cuffs around their wrists, two completely naked blonde women sat with their arms bound high above their heads. Impossible to tell apart, the pair of Barbie-like twenty-somethings both shook their heads madly, faces contorting in ticklish agony. Their screaming laughter stifled by thick red ball gags, the well-toned sisters bounced and struggled helplessly, their large bare breasts jiggling in the open. As they fought for freedom to no avail, Emma’s eyes leered over their long kicking legs to the cause of their woeful predicament.
At the end of each chair the twins’ feet were strapped firmly in place. Where one could usually count on sacrificing one sole to protect the other, the two nude sisters couldn’t move either foot even the tiniest amount. In a stroke of cruelty that Emma hadn’t considered even in her darkest imaginings, all ten of each girls’ toes were tied back with a short length of severely thin string. Their toes forcibly spread, neither of the hysterical blondes could do so much as wriggle their ankles while their taut, creamy soles were endlessly tickled.
Sat upon a small stool between the two wailing girls was another young blonde woman. Unlike her more statuesque victims, the comely looking tormentor had a much curvier figure and shorter stature. Accentuating her voluptuous features, the bosomy girl wore the same tight-white catsuit common among Jai Lin’s harem. With her back to the wider garden, the shapely girl appeared blissfully unaware of anything but the cruel task at hand as she continued running five fingers each over the spasming sisters’ vulnerable feet.
“A-hem.” Aleena pretended to clear her throat as she veered from the cobbled path onto the grass. The buxom sadist didn’t respond, utterly fixated on scribbling her digits between the twins’ painfully ticklish toes. Emma could hardly blame her. “A-hem!”
“Wha…?” Turning to look back over one shoulder, the youthful torturer’s round cheeks made for a kindly visage. With a single blue streak in her locks that dangled at one side of what could have easily been mistaken for a sweet-natured face, her whole demeanor stood in stark contrast to the terror of her actions. “Oh Aleena!” Looking passed the former slave to the redhead behind, she didn’t once slow the dancing of her fingertips. “Have you bought me another pet?”
“Not today, Romey.” The older woman frowned. “It’s over. You need to come with us.”
“Over?” Romey smiled like the quintessential girl next door. In the same moment she raked five fingernails down one of the sisters’ arches, a move that made the poor girl’s eyes bug out and screech in a deafening pitch. “You’re not replacing me. I’ve been doing a good job, Jai Lin said so herself.”
“No one’s replacing you, Romey.” Aleena strode across the last few feet between them and snatched the blonde’s hand away from the squealing sister’s soles. “It’s over, all of it. We’re done, Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, The Garden, this whole place.”
“What are you talking about?” Finally stopping her assault on the remaining twin, the busty girl pulled her hand from the freed-woman’s grip and stood up. “Haven’t you had a hard enough time lately, now you want to pull this nonsense? You’re going to end up here with me if you’re not careful, Aleena.”
“She’s not lying.” Emma moved forward, trying her best to ignore the gasping sisters and their stiff, naked nipples. “My name is Emma Clark and six months ago I escaped this fucking place.” Romey’s wholesome features wavered toward a look of somewhat curious concern. If nothing else she recognized the redhead’s name. “I’ve come back now as I promised I would, and I’m not alone. Most of your housemates are already tied up downstairs and we have men searching for what’s left.”
Working her way around the stool that stood between them, Aleena’s voice returned to it’s usual comforting tones. “It’s best you come with us now. You don’t want the men catching you, believe me.”
“S…screw you.” The busty girl took a step back, her eyes darting uncertainly between the two women who’d interrupted her devilish fun. “Screw you both! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get up here? How much I had to go through before I got the keys to The Garden?”
“Romey, don’t be silly-“ Putting up an open palm, the older woman pressed at the air in a calming gesture. Before the recoiling blonde could be convinced to calm down a heavy, rapid beat drew all three women’s attention toward the sky. From the right side and much too close for comfort came a deathly black helicopter, it’s thunderous sound sweeping over them and blowing leaves and hair wildly about.
“What the hell?!” Emma ducked instinctively, her words lost under the booming noise as she covered her head with both hands.
As quickly as it had come the helicopter was gone, disappearing over the left side wall. Standing back to full height, the freckle-faced journalist brushed hair from her face and blinked bewilderingly. Aleena was doing much the same, pulling a stray leaf from her long dark locks. Evidently just as confused as one another, the two women looked around in a panic only to realize there were indeed now only two of them left standing.
“Romey?” The former slave looked over Emma’s shoulder. Following her gaze, the weary younger woman turned just in time to see the buxom blonde torturer slipping through the small door at the back wall. “Romey!” Too late, the door clicked shut leaving the would be capturers alone on the roof with the still-restrained twins.
“Should we go after her?” Taking a step toward the door, the hesitant redhead looked back.
“Never mind her.” Aleena’s eyes narrowed. “That helicopter…it wasn’t one of yours, was it?”
I gotta give myself a pat on the back for this one, getting a new Tickle Tutor story out in just over six months has got to be a record. With all the action ramping up to such wild degrees I just HAD to get it done!
If all goes according to plan, this latest entry is going to be the penultimate volume for most of the characters, which is pretty exciting! I've definitely had a conclusion to this saga in mind for a long time now and, as you'll see from reading the tale below, everything we've seen so far is very much coming to a head!
That being said, if you need a refresher or are new to the series, you can find previous entires right here in my TMF archive. Also, as with #7 I've included a handy dandy 'previously' re-cap section at the beginning of this story too.
For those of you who've been keeping up with the series since the beginning, I want to give you all a HUGE thank you! It might just be a smutty bunch of stories in a dark, perverted corner of the internet but your ongoing support, comments and PMs really do mean a lot. I appreciate you very much!
As always, please do share your thoughts, I'm always keen to hear what you all think!
Enjoy!
'Mantis
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Tickle Tutor #8: A Legacy of Maniacs
By TickleMantis
MF/f
Previously…
Seeking vengeance for crimes committed against her and other innocents, Emma Clark soon finds her own desires have started to cloud the path toward justice. After locating the notorious Madam Ui, the pair of unlikely allies set out to take down their common enemy, only for more innocents to get caught in the crossfire. Among those made to suffer is Cindy Reid, a former fellow student from Emma’s hometown now turned unwilling spy in the employ of billionaire Harry Deveno Junior.
Also employed by Deveno is his personal assistant, a young woman known as Hannah Quist. Saddled with perhaps the worst assignment of a career that’s barely even begun, Hannah puts up with her boss’ handsy assaults on a daily basis. After several months working under the irritable industrialist things begin to escalate when young paralegal Cindy Reid catches his eye. Not the only new hire in Deveno’s staff, Cindy is joined by a mysterious freelancer whose role it appears is entirely depraved.
Meanwhile, Harry is locked in a bitter battle over company matters with his business partner and widow to his late father, Gwendolyn Deveno. In disguise, the freelancer Izan uses his unique skill set to compel Gwendolyn toward her stepson’s way of thinking. Gwendolyn however isn’t the type of woman who’s quick to wave the white flag after a single loss. Taking a page from Harry’s book of underhanded tactics, the scorned widow knows that it takes more than a single battle to determine the outcome of a war…
Chapter One: Meet The New Boss
An hour before they’d landed the men put a bag over Emma’s head. Madam Ui and Hannah got the same treatment, as far as she knew. From the plane they’d been moved to a van and from there it was anyone’s guess where the three women were taken. At the destination Emma was hoisted onto someone’s shoulder, a big man who purposely poked her in the ribs as he carried her, eliciting squeals every other step.
“P-put me down!” The buxom redhead wriggled, feeling the unmistakable jostling of a staircase. She could see the barest hints of light through the black bag, it’s draw string synched just a touch too tight around her neck. The man whose shoulder upon which was she was bent over responded only by pinching her side. “Eeeiehaha!”
Whoever he was, he was tall and strong. Emma could feel his muscles, one burly shoulder pressed into her stomach, one steely forearm coiled around the back of her thick thighs. He carried her with ease despite her struggling, though blinded and bound with hands behind her back there was hardly much fight the freckle-faced girl could have given. Each time he’d poke at her Emma would kick, her knees patting pitifully into his well toned chest. The fear of finally reaching the end of their journey gripped the captive girl, especially knowing there were almost certainly several more brutish men somewhere nearby. Fear, and an unruly sense of dreaded arousal.
“There we go.“ Said the man, his voice gruff as he gripped her by the hips and launched the curvy young woman into thin air. “Happy?”
“Oof!” Emma’s shapely butt hit something soft and she fell back. A mattress, she guessed as she squirmed upon it, what was likely a duvet cover wrinkling under her. Tied and unable to see, the anxious girl remembered her jeans were still open at the front. Zipper wide apart, belt dangling, the front of her shamefully stained pink panties on full display. At least she was clothed, which was more than could be said for her fellow prisoners, wherever they were.
“Hold still now.” Another man’s voice this time, a little softer. A large hand took hold of the fiery haired girl’s right ankle.
“No no!” Emma jerked her leg, worming her body to try and crawl away. “Get off me!”
The man who’d carried her spoke again. “He said hold still.” And before the fitful girl could even think to obey he began clawing at her sides.
“Eiieehaha! Nohonohopleaaheehee!” Girlish laughter filled the confines of her dark world. Twisting and rolling helplessly between her capturer’s hands, Emma could feel the tips of all ten of his fingers digging through the thin material of her yellow t-shirt.
As she strained to free her wrists from the rope around them and giggled loudly, the hopelessly sensitive journalist forgot all about the other man holding her lower leg. Kept well distracted by the one with the gruff voice, the other beastly fellow was able to easily pull her leg out and set the back of her ankle to rest upon a narrow wooden surface. While Emma plead for the unseen attack to end, her voice high-pitched with laughter, a rope similar to the one binding her hands was looped several times around her ankle. Only when the abrupt assault on her midriff came to a merciful halt did the worrisome girl realize her leg was now firmly trapped.
“Wh-where am I?!” Emma stammered, a little breathless after several seconds of terrible tickling. “Please-please tell your boss, tell Mr. Deveno I’m not here to cause trouble! I want to help him!” She felt fingers start to curl around her left ankle and darted her leg away. “Please don’t! I swear I-“ The memory of Madam Ui and poor Hannah aboard the plane flashed into Emma’s mind. “WE only want to help!”
It was, after all and as far as the pleading girl knew, entirely her fault that her companions had ended up kidnapped in the first place. She should never have undermined Madam Ui’s one demand to avoid Harry Deveno at all costs. Now history was repeating itself as anyone who went near Emma these last six months seemed to be guaranteed a terrible fate. Wendy Starr and Deena Tripp, Cindy Reid, Madam Ui herself and even poor Hannah Quist. Especially Hannah, whose only crime was getting caught in the whirlwind and suffering for it.
“Help yourself by staying still.” Gruff-Voice spoke again, right as he took hold of the redhead’s hips and dug his thumbs deep into the soft spots just inside the bone.
“Yeeeihaha! Nohonohoho!” Emma sprung up, hunching forward before losing balance and toppling sideways. Kicking her one free leg the straining girl bounced madly, desperate to dislodge the two wiggling thumb-tips from her lower tummy. “Stop it! Ahahaha! Stopeeiihahaha!”
Her remaining shred of freedom didn’t last more than a couple of seconds. Just as had been done to the giggling journalist’s right leg, the left was quickly snatched up and pulled down toward what she assumed was the foot of the bed. Pinning Emma’s last loose limb six inches or so from it’s bound counterpart, the softer-spoken man spun more rope and tied her ankle in place. Completely restrained as the last knot was tugged tight, the helplessly laughing girl could now only wiggle her sock covered feet as they dangled off the edge of whatever they had been bound to.
“Would have been easier just to do as you’re told, eh?” The man who’d carried her relented his latest attack. “Not that I’m complaining.”
The man who’d tied her ankles down was still looming near Emma’s alarmingly vulnerable feet, a fact she was all too aware of. “Maybe she’s bratty on purpose.” He said and the curly haired girl imagined him giving a careless shrug. “Could be she likes it.”
“No!” Emma scoffed though even she was not entirely convinced. The truth of late was somewhat more complicated, at least in theory. Ever since her torment at the hands of Jai Lin the thought of being tickled had been turning the confused young woman on to unprecedented degrees. Actually being tickled itself turned her on too, though if the burly man’s poking and prodding was anything to go by she still found the experience most disagreeable.
“You like tickling others though, don’t ya?” Gruff-Voice poked a finger gently around the redhead’s neck making her squeak and hunch one shoulder up. “Relax, I’m tryna take your hood off.”
“Ah!” Emma gasped when the bag was pulled from her head. Squinting, it took a moment as her eyes adjusted to the warmly lit room. She was in fact tied to a bed, a great four-poster frame taking center stage among a collection of other richly made wooden furniture in what was a rather large bedroom. Looking down over her curvaceous body, the trapped girl took note of her petit feet which were skillfully tied overtop of the railed footboard.
Gruff-Voice, it turned out, was the very same man who’d provided brutish in-flight entertainment on their plane ride earlier in the day. Holden Reznor his name was, and he towered on the right hand side of the bed, a boisterous smirk surrounded by a bushy Viking-like beard. At the foot of the bed stood a slightly darker skinned man Emma didn’t recognize. Dressed similarly to Holden in all black, the strapping man had a head of long dark hair that hung in a single thick braid most of the way down his back. Despite his occupation the second kidnapper had much kinder eyes than Reznor’s mischievous glare, and both his muscular arms were covered in colourless tattoos of various iconic North American animals.
“No sense denying it, Red.” Reznor tossed the black bag on top of the numerous pillows that were piled several inches above Emma’s head. “We all saw what you did to the blonde girl back in ‘Frisco.”
“That wasn’t-that was just-“ The sheepish girl fumbled over her own thoughts. Depending on how much the men had seen there was no way to hide her sinful enjoyment of the terrible things she’d done to Hannah. “We…we were just looking for answers.”
Reznor chuckled and his tattooed friend cracked a minimal smile. “What do you think, Chev?” The bald Viking said. “Think our little firecracker here likes dishing it out or taking it more?”
The one named Chev shrugged his broad shoulders in almost the exact way Emma had imagined him doing. “I think the boss said we were to tie her up and get out of here.”
“Ah, come on.” Reznor stepped so close to the bedside his legs pressed against the mattress. “Look at her will ya? We got a couple minutes. You can’t tell me you aren’t tempted.”
Both of the hulking soldiers looked over their blushing captive, their eyes all curious and hungry. Emma’s breath stopped in her throat, her skin bristling with nervous energy. She recalled once again the way Reznor had manhandled Madam Ui during their flight, his mass of sheer strength grabbing and pawing at the much smaller woman’s body. Even if Ui hadn’t of been tied up there would have been nothing she could have done against such immense power, the bear of a man making her conform to whatever carnal desire occurred to him at any given second. Faced now with two giant men and more restrained than her companion had been, Emma could hardly imagine how terribly they could make her suffer.
“Hmm.” Chev tilted his head thoughtfully to one side and began strolling around to the opposite side of the bed from his friend. “What’s a couple minutes?”
“No-nono wait!” Looking back and forth hurriedly between the two men, the anxious girl couldn’t help from feeling as turned on as she was afraid. Arousing as the dark fantasies might have been, the reality of having multiple barbaric figures aiming to use her for their amusement was a special kind of hell. For Emma’s sins such punishment was perhaps exactly what she deserved, yet the earning of it didn’t make the result any more palatable.
“No way out, Red.” Reznor loomed large, leaning in just as Chev pressed his own legs against the other side of the mattress.
Having already seen how Holden responded to pleas for mercy, Emma decided to hinge all her desperate hopes on the darker skinned man. “Please, please d-don’t do it!” Putting on her best puppy-dog expression, the fretful girl had to believe those kind eyes held some measure of pity behind them.
“Oh you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree there, sweetheart.” The bearded man’s huge hands came up, his fingers clawing gently at the air over their captive. “Ol’ Chev’s almost as mean as Sergeant Lucas himself!”
Chev titled his head slightly and gave that shrug again. Following Reznor’s example his hands rose up too. A foot above her the soldiers’ twenty collective fingers danced slowly, each one set to drop directly down onto Emma’s unprotected torso. Terrible as Harry Deveno’s reputation was the bound girl still hoped he might stride through the door at that very moment. Escaping seemed unlikely, even impossible, but if nothing else the arrival of their boss would at the very least delay her misery, if only for a short time. Hopes dashed as soon as they’d arrived, Chev and Reznor’s fingers dived downward, plunging onto the redhead’s cotton-covered with lethal speed.
“Aiiieeehahaha!” Emma lurched upward, curling her abdomen tight as the two men poked and prodded and squeezed. Against her tiny body the muscular duo’s large pinching paws were able to cover almost the entire length of both tender sides with their reach. Fingertips drilled into the squealing young woman’s convulsing midriff, dug at her heaving ribs and even grazed the outermost edges of her hefty bosoms. Flailing back against the covers, Emma strained with laughter and rolled wildly between their groping hands.
“Funny,-“ Chev goosed the struggling girl’s side with a striking intensity, an act that instantly turned her pleading gasps into a torrent of erratic squealing. “-don’t think we’ll even need to rack this one to make her talk.”
“You hear that, Red?” Holden asked, and Emma very much had not heard either of them as they continued to claw at her. “Chev thinks you’ll spill the beans in no time!”
“Maybe we’ll get to rack her after the boss is done?”
“What do you think, little lady?” The bald Viking spoke up, just loud enough for his teasing words to get through the spasming girl’s laughter. “Chev and I take you back to his place, hm? Get your gear off, strap you up good and naked?”
As though the agony of being defenseless, outnumbered and pitilessly tickled didn’t already cause Emma’s nipples to point through her shirt, Reznor’s taunting only served to pile on her arousal. Her freckled cheeks blushing harder by the second, thoughts of being nude and stretched across some well-used wooden rack in front of the men now swirled in the buxom girl’s panic-addled mind. The mere thought of it was a torture unto itself, and knowing such a thing could be made reality in the near future drove Emma mad with a dread that walked hand in hand with forbidden lust.
“Girls love my rack.” Chev stated plainly as a couple of his digits slipped under the redhead’s shirt, stroking directly across the sensitive flesh of her lower tummy.
“I don’t know about most girls, but this one might!” Not to be left out, Reznor sent a few fingertips sliding under the bottom of their prisoner’s shirt as well.
“Naahaha! Notthereahaha! Eiieeaha!” Emma’s curls flew as she stared down, wide eyes glaring at the wiggling fingers creeping along the top of her waistline.
“All girls.” The pony-tailed man made an indignant frown, carrying on their conversation as if there wasn’t a young woman cackling miserably between them.
“What about that one last week?” Holden was just as casual, even as he invited himself to push the redhead’s shirt a little higher and expose more of her milky white belly.
“Pink hair?”
“That’s the one. You can’t tell me she was having a good time.”
“She said she loved it.”
“She was crying!”
“And laughing, don’t forget.”
“Because you wouldn’t stop licking her toes.” Reznor had both hands on Emma’s bare tummy now, his deft fingers skating maddeningly up and down between her ribs and open belt.
“She loved that too.”
“It doesn’t count if you make them say it.”
“We should find her again, she was fun.” Chev kept one hand pinching at the breathless girl’s stomach while his other had wandered higher, his digits prodding curiously around the bulbous side of her large breast.
“After what we did to her she probably left town.”
“I think she was only here for spring break anyway.”
What small snippets of the soldiers’ conversation Emma managed to catch had sent her disastrous libido into a fervor. Try as she might to avoid them, images of pink-haired nymphs bound by unforgiving leather straps joined alongside fantasies of herself trussed up and stripped for further anguish. For all Madam Ui had told her to avoid Harry Deveno the fact was the busty girl now wanted to see him more than ever. Relentless as Reznor and Chev were it was clear nothing except the rival of their boss was going to stop their fingers from running rampant over her terribly ticklish body. If Emma hadn’t had a reason to hate the billionaire beforehand she certainly did now, and it started with his tardiness.
“A-hem.” Someone cleared their throat and both men snapped back, the pair of them standing at immediate attention either side of the bed.
Emma wheezed, her shirt bunched up around her lower ribcage and rising with each deep breath. Now clear of their wiggling fingers the flustered girl could focus a little, or just enough to notice the feeling of a warm dampness between her thighs. God, she was feverishly horny and far from the first time that day. The men weren’t looking at her anymore, both of them focused toward the door, something the curvaceous girl found she was both thankful for and strangely disappointed by.
“Thank you gentlemen-” The new voice said, a woman by the sound, and as soon as she spoke both Reznor and Chev began walking quickly out of the room. “-that will be quite enough.”
The door clicked shut followed by a series of gentle, leisurely footsteps. Still catching her breath, Emma swallowed and blinked. Looking down over her disheveled attire and passed her socks there stood a statuesque blonde woman, one eyebrow raised as she examined the bound girl with a discerning look. A moment passed as the redhead’s frazzled mind put itself back together. Then, like someone had hit her across the chest, the voluptuous captive realized it had not been Harry Deveno behind her capture at all, but his one-time stepmother and business partner, Gwendolyn Deveno.
“I’ve never much understood the fascination.” The casually dressed woman mused thoughtfully. “One might think I’d have figured it out after all these years.” She sighed and made a sort of sad smile. “Still, I can appreciate tickling has it’s uses. Compelling a person to do something they’d rather not, for example.”
“I…I...This…” Emma began three different thoughts and failed to finish any of them.
“You seem confused, young lady.” Mrs. Deveno stood just inches from the bound girl’s dangling feet. “In that we are alike. I was distressed recently. I’m not the type to usually get distressed but there were decisions made beyond my control. My response was…admittedly quite dramatic. Imagine then, my surprise when my security team told me a little freckled girl and a former associate of my husband’s had beaten me to the punch.”
“We’re not enemies.” Something partway useful finally managed to blather out of the redhead’s lips. “You went after Hannah. We did too. We’re on the same side.”
“Are we?” Gwendolyn spoke with a sternness that suggested her question was far more of a statement. “Which side would that be, exactly? You don’t work for Harry and you don’t work for me. Unless you do work for Harry. I can imagine him sending someone to torment his own assistant.”
“No! This is- it’s all just gotten so complicated…” Emma furrowed her brow. “Please, look I, if you can just –just let me up, let me think, I can tell you everything, anything you want to know!”
“I’ll tell you what.” The shapely older woman closed those few inches between herself and the foot of the bed. Once there, with her prisoner’s feet wiggling nervously over the edge, she hooked a single index finger under the rim of one small sock. “I’ll take no pleasure in this-“
“N-no wait!” Flinching her foot, the trapped girl squeaked, cringing as she felt Gwendolyn’s fingertip slither alongside her ankle.
Unabated, the striking blonde began pulling Emma’s sock downward. “-but since it seems to be the only language anyone involved seems to understand, I’m going to tickle you.”
“Nonono please! Please! I’ll tell you anyway! I’ll tell you!” Alarms blared within, flames bursting out of control in the recesses of the captive’s libido. She recalled the last time a woman of imposing nature and billions of dollars to her name had her tied to a bed. The fact it happened twice was remarkable indeed, and Emma might have focused more on that fact if she weren’t consumed by panic and arousal. “It-it’s about Jai Lin and, and-“
“And, and…”
“Pleeheeheease no!” As her sock was dragged down the length of her tiny foot, the buxom girl could feel Mrs. Deveno’s long fingernail graze the outer-side of her sole.
“I don’t know who Jai Lin is.” Gwendolyn tossed the sock aside and left five of Emma’s petit toes curling in the open. “So I suggest you start from the very beginning.” She hooked her other index finger under the rim of the giggling young woman’s remaining sock.
“Okay! Okayeehee! Nnfff!” Pursing her lips, the squirming girl could scarcely keep still as she tried to stifle the slew of laughter threatening to burst out of her. “I need-I need a minute aheehee! J-just st-stopeheehe!”
“I’m not even tickling you yet.”
“I can’t thiieheeink!”
“Suppose you’d better hurry then.”
Her second sock went sailing away and with both feet completely naked Emma shook her head. Mrs. Deveno looked on plainly, true to her word she didn’t appear to particularly enjoy the activity. There was an indifference in the widow’s eyes, and that lack of real interest somehow turned the blushing girl on even more. Frustrated with herself it was beginning to seem like there was little left in the world that didn’t turn her on anymore, be it the rabid hunger of Reznor and his ilk or someone like Gwendolyn who didn’t care whether Emma suffered or not. Even as she started to wiggle five well manicure nails just above her captives left foot the elegant heiress’ expression did not change.
“O-okay, okay! It began, it began with uh -with uh-“ Unable to take her eyes off of those talons poised so dangerously close to her hypersensitive soles, the excruciatingly ticklish girl sputtered dumbly. Fighting back the swell of giggles bubbling in her chest, concentrating on anything besides the threat of having her feet touched was a monumental undertaking indeed. “M-Mr. Lucas!” A useable thought struck and just as Emma managed to stutter it out one of Gwendolyn’s claws brushed with a barely noticeable stroke across the heel of her left sole. “Eiehee!”
“The more you laugh, the more I’ll tickle.” Mrs. Deveno almost sounded regretful. “Talk fast.”
For a supposedly unpracticed torturer, the voluptuous billionaire’s approach to interrogation was as maddening as a seasoned veteran’s. Instead of an outright assault which would have rendered Emma unable to talk within seconds, Gwendolyn kept her fingers wiggling so close it was a wonder air could pass between the two of them. Stretching her bare soles back, the flummoxed redhead strained to stay out of reach as the occasional fingernail would skim her horrifically sensitive skin. Through the internal chaos that was her agony and arousal, Emma struggled to tell the long and winding tale of her fight to take down Jai Lin.
Through spluttering giggles and abrupt shrieks, the endlessly squirming girl forced forth as much detail as she could. After a few exhausting minutes, somewhere around the part involving poor Wendy Starr’s dreadful experience behind closed doors, tears began to well in Emma’s eyes. By the time she reached her discovery of a more nefarious plot from the comfort of her New York apartment, the fiery haired journalist could feel her soaked pussy pulsate. There was still a lot of story left to tell, and after almost fifteen minutes of relentless teasing it was clear the end couldn’t be reached without some measure of mercy.
“I ca-I cahahan’t!” Emma gasped, her curly locks whipping about. Her face was bright red and a tear trickled down one freckled cheek. With her nipples tingling beneath her bra and a growing warmth in her lower tummy there she knew climax would arrive before the story was done. “I’m telling you! Eeeheehee! Please, I-I’m doing what you want!”
“Good.” Gwendolyn bought her free hand around to hover severely close below the redhead’s right foot and danced her slender fingers in the air. “And I’ve no doubt you’ll continue.”
“Ahnohohoho!” Vibrating atop the covers as if she were being tickled, the paranoia alone caused the buxom girl to laugh desperately.
“Keep talking.”
“Pleeheeheease! I cahaha! Ican’tthink! Aeheehee!”
“You’re wasting your breath. Just imagine how hard it’s going to be-“ Mrs. Deveno raked a single nail tip from the bottom of Emma’s heel all the way to the tender balls of her right foot. “-if I keep doing this repeatedly.”
“AAAIIEEHE!” Arching her back violently, the curvy girl shrieked and curled her toes, the accosted sole wrinkling it’s creamy skin.
A gut-wrenching thought occurred to Emma as she flopped back down; that perhaps in part her attempts to speak were not hindered entirely by involuntary laughter. Perhaps, just maybe, there was some devilish part of her that stood in aggravating defiance against both Gwendolyn’s questions and her own wishes for freedom. That naughty, rebellious spark that was becoming more and more difficult to fight everyday. It didn’t want to talk, because it didn’t want to leave.
“Three seconds before I do that again.” The widow waggled the offending finger in full view of her prisoner. “Three…twoooo…”
“I went home!” Emma blurted, and continued to blurt and blubber as she giggled and twitched and writhed through the rest of her sordid tale. Wendy and Deena’s capture, followed briefly thereafter by her own. Torture at the hands of Jai Lin, Aleena’s betrayal and the search for Madam Ui. She covered Ui’s own story as best she could remember and went on to the fateful meeting with Cindy Reid. Through more tickled tears Emma explained why she and Ui had tortured Hannah Quist, and how it had all bought them to the here and now.
Gwendolyn showed no sign of joy or disdain, her fingers carrying on robotically over the course of what must have been close to an hour. By the time the tale was told in full, or as close to full as Emma could manage under the nerve-racking stress of almost being tickled for so long, her desire to climax had long since turned from want to need. Nipples swollen to the point of pain, the fervently horny girl longed for her teasing goddess to let loose, to unleash all ten fingernails across her soles and abolish the horrid, unending anticipation. A second or two would do it, it would be all she needed and far more than she could stand. Just enough to send her reeling, that was all she wanted, a quick stroke to unbind the monstrous orgasm scratching and titillating her every tingling nerve.
“Then what I gather, from all that-“ Mrs. Deveno folded her arms, her amble cleavage ballooning as she pushed her bosoms up a little. “-is we are not on the same side at all. Your interest is focused on this Jai Lin person, far and away from putting an end to my business partner. We are hardly aligned.”
“N-no…unhh…” Emma squeezed her thigh muscles, grinding her ass lewdly into the mattress as she tried to keep from moaning. “You’re wrong…mmf…”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You…you don’t want to stop Harry...”
Gwendolyn scoffed. “Do I not?”
“You were married to his father.” The breathless girl paused to huff a couple of deep breaths and rolled one side of her face against the duvet which soaked up some tears. “Everything I know of Harold Deveno, you can’t have had any easy time.”
“An understatement, but go on.”
“Harry, Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, Madam Ui. Even me.” Emma rolled the other way and dried her face. She took a second to compose herself further but still had to bite her lip a little when taking in the sight of her own bare feet bound helplessly before the stunning older woman. “You now too, as it stands. All of it, all of us, we’re all products of Harold Deveno.”
“Are we now?”
“That was–is his greatest crime.” Propping herself up on her elbows, the flustered girl grimaced as she fought to ignore the ongoing sinfulness throbbing beneath her panties. “Your husband made a lot of people suffer in his life, and many many more have suffered since he passed. If he hadn’t done the things he did, building that secret place of his, filling it with like-minded people and turning others into monsters, none of us would be here.”
“Harry is my problem now.” Mrs. Deveno’s fingers tapped against her bicep, a look of disinterest across her flawless face. “I can hardly make war on ghosts.”
Emma tried to appear serious for this next part, as serious as she could whilst bound to a bed, red-faced and terribly aroused. Everything she’d worked towards would succeed or fail in the next few moments. “I don’t believe it’s enough, not for you. I think you want payback, real payback and not against Harry, but his father. I know I would. You need to destroy everything he loved, not his company or his son, but the things he really loved. His true passion. Harold Deveno lives on through every one of us. Help us take down Jai and Sam Lucas, help us stop them and we can put an end to the memory of him once and for all.”
One of Gwendolyn’s perfectly trimmed eyebrows raised as silence fell. Her fingers ceased their tapping and her shoulders relaxed a little. Then, she nodded, slow and thoughtful. “Hm. Assuming I help you, what then do we do about the bastard Harry?”
“Jai Lin has billions.” Emma nodded too, though with a lot more vigor and eagerness than her capturer. “We get her to give it up. Without it she’ll have no more power. We do exactly to her what she did to get the fortune from Madam Ui. You can have the money, every cent, and use it to go at Harry however you please.”
“Aren’t you clever?” Unfolding her arms, the older woman cupped her hands together and stared off to one side, looking at nothing in particular. “I’m going to talk to your friend, the madam, and that poor creature Harry has for an assistant. I’ll see what they have to say, then I’ll make a decision.”
“Okay.” It was about the best result the bare foot girl could have hoped for, short of being compelled to climax on top of it. “That’s fair.”
Turning halfway toward the door, Gwendolyn stopped. She looked back and, standing side on to the redhead’s feet, reached one hand out and scribbled five fingers up the girl’s left sole.
“Eieeahh!” Emma jerked sharply, bouncing against the duvet. Though she had calmed a little, the sudden flurry of fingers across her foot sent her sizzling libido instantly back to the precipice of orgasm once again.
“Hmph.” The leggy blonde crooked one corner of her lips before pivoting back toward the door. “Still nothing.”
Chapter Two: Not The Whole Truth
Almost two hours passed before anyone arrived to untie Emma. Thankfully the man they sent was a good deal more obedient than Reznor. He was tall like the others, sporting short dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. Dorner was his name, the freckle-faced captive figured by the distinctive scar he wore on one forearm, she remembered him speaking briefly aboard the plane.
The moment the ropes were loose the disheveled girl ran, locking herself in the ensuite washroom. Finally alone and unrestrained, Emma wasted no time slipping her hand beneath her panties and masturbating enthusiastically toward a long awaited orgasm. Recalling the string of alarming incidents that had filled her day thus far, the shamefully horny redhead stood hunched over the sink, jeans down around her knees while she stroked her clit and stifled a long series of delighted moans and groans.
Upon exiting the washroom, feeling much less tension than she had all day, Emma was surprised to find a fluffy white bathrobe and matching towel folded on the bed, and a pair of equally fluffy slippers on the floor. Dorner was gone, and atop the robe sat a small folded piece of white card. ‘Clean yourself up’ the note read in well-practiced cursive writing, ‘and come downstairs’. Finally free of her overbearing lust, the now far more straight-thinking young woman instead began to realize just how drastically out depth she had become. Not only had she committed at least one terribly heinous act that day, it at last truly dawned on Emma that she was once again someone’s prisoner. After trying the bedroom door, which was predictably locked, the worrisome former journalist decided the best thing she could do for the moment was obey.
What followed later that evening was a most peculiar gathering of people in the main dining room of Gwendolyn Deveno’s Miami mansion. Showered and dressed in nothing more than her robe and slippers, Emma descended the stairs and overheard one of the security team suggest their meeting take place in the conservatory. There would be more room, the man said, but his mistress was adamant they use the dining room. For reasons unknown the buxom billionaire seemed very much opposed to setting foot in her apparently quite spacious conservatory.
Emma was the last of the unlikely collection of conspirators to arrive. At the head of the table was Gwendolyn herself, flanked on either side by her five bodyguards; Holden Reznor, the tattooed Chev, Dorner with the bite-scar and two other muscular looking men. Further down the table Madam Ui and Hannah Quist sat opposite one another, both of whom wore similar looking robes and slippers and both of whom looked rather sour about their situation. Knowing she had few friends if any in the opulent room, Emma took a seat at the far end of the table.
Gwendolyn spoke first and to Emma’s delight was onboard with the plan to obtain Jai Lin’s billions. Madam Ui agreed, though that was more or less a given. The men were happy to take part especially once the details of Jai Lin’s mansion were laid out, of particular interest to them was the mansion’s population of young and very ticklish women. Their only stipulation, which not a single one of the security team would back down on, was that they would not attempt anything if Sam Lucas was involved. He was simply too dangerous, the men explained, and even with the five of them they wouldn’t ever risk taking him on in any capacity.
Most shocking of all was not the wildly illegal and certainly insane plan, but that Hannah Quist of all people also agreed to join in. The busty blonde P.A had no obvious dog in the fight, if anything her biggest grievance should have been with Emma, if not her employer. Whatever her motives the bosomy assistant turned out to be quite the tactician, making suggestions that Reznor and the other former soldiers were occasionally impressed by. Though no one expected it would be easy extracting Jai Lin from her own home the plan Hannah and the men came up with was about as solid as it could get.
Get in, get Jai Lin, get out. Anyone else in the mansion was to be left bound and unable to call for help. Jai Lin would be taken to a second location where her torture would begin. Emma looked forward to that part most of all. Eventually, Madam Ui promised, the much sought after witch would give up every penny if it meant no longer being tickled. Once the money was moved they would, of course, keep tickling Jai Lin until she lost her mind.
It was a good a plan, a great and solid plan. It might have even been a perfect plan were it not for the other players in the game and the traitors with ulterior motives who sat in that same damned dining room.
Chapter Three: The Beginning of The End
Despite her most essential and envied position within the walls of Jai Lin’s mansion, Maria Aiello had still yet to figure out how to avoid her annual check-up. The curvy Italian had been through eight of the thinly veiled physicals with the ninth now staring her in the face. Dressed in the standard tight-white catsuit worn by all Jai Lin’s girls, the voluptuous twenty-nine year old entered Doctor Weider’s makeshift clinic with no small amount of trepidation.
“You’re late.” Nurse Tabby smirked, the look in her eyes suggesting she knew exactly the reason for her patient’s delayed arrival.
“Well-“ Maria closed the tall wooden door behind her and began an anxiety-inducing trek across a stretch of wide open floor. “-I didn’t want to come.”
For as long as she’d been a resident at the mansion, the dark haired young woman had never been entirely certain what the huge room was originally for. On the wall opposite the door, windows stretched from floor to unnecessarily high ceilings. Aside from some skillfully crafted landscape paintings and antique furniture lining the other walls the vast space was otherwise filled mostly by echoes. Only at it’s dead center was there anything of particular note; namely a well organized set of stark-white cabinetry and one rather notorious examination table. There had also once been a water feature, though the powers that be had removed it four or five years ago.
It was at the assortment of drawers and cabinets where the sultry Nurse Tabby now stood. Bent slightly over the countertop, her well toned butt almost visible under the short-skirt of her uniform, the tall and tanned brunette scratched her pen against a clipboard. If there were any jobs more enviable than Maria’s own role within the mansion, in-house nurse was certainly among them. In fact, none of the other girls could see any significant downside to being a member of the two-person medical staff. Rumors were abound of course, as rumors tended to be, that being second to Doctor Alison Weider wasn’t quite the free ride it appeared, though no one had any evidence to support the theory.
“You know the drill.” Tabby glanced over her shoulder before turning back to her work.
“No doctor today?” Maria asked with a little hope in her voice as she gingerly approached the middle of the room.
“Heh.” The svelte nurse chuckled without looking up from her papers. “You should be so lucky.”
Standing at the end of the examination table, the considerably shorter woman plucked nervously at the bed sheet. “Do we really have to do this?” She sighed. “It’s the same thing every year and we all know there’s nothing remotely medical about it.”
“I don’t make the rules…” Tabby continued writing, her dismissive tone having a tiny hint if humor to it. “Besides, you never know if we’ll learn something new.”
“You won’t.”
There was no sense in arguing. Before or since her arrival at the mansion, Maria wasn’t aware of any girl ever managing to avoid their annual check-up. At least the supposed physical exams had been a touch easier prior to Doctor Weider taking over from the previous practitioner. During the first three years or so of the dark haired girl’s residence the in-house doctor had been a man. Doctor Brixton was his name, and most of the girls could use Brixton’s enjoyment for his work to their advantage. Though none of them looked forward to seeing the doctor it was usually possible to convince him to end the sessions early, one way or another. Alison Weider on the other hand was a much more zealous professional, usually going above and beyond to gather every bit of data she could.
Resigning herself to her fate, and knowing that if she rebelled in any significant way Nurse Tabby would be sure to make her pay for it, Maria began unzipping the front of her catsuit. Shimming a little to drop the shoulders off, the busty girl revealed her hefty cleavage, which ballooned behind her lacy black bra. Bunching up the top half of her suit in both hands, the unenthused patient wiggled her wide hips as she disrobed further. Stood in little more than her bra and matching g-string panties which showed off her big round butt cheeks, Maria took two regrettable steps out of her slippers and kicked the suit off from her now bare feet.
“Ah good, you’re all ready.” A mildly husky voice came from over by the door. After nearly a decade at Jai Lin’s mansion the sight of Alison Weider still sent Maria’s heart aflutter. Now in her late forties, the Amazonian doctor never failed to make an eye-catching entrance. A touch taller than Nurse Tabby, Doctor Weider wore a slightly less revealing outfit than her subordinate; high-arching heels, long red nails and flowing blonde locks all undoubtedly designed to cause a stir in her unwilling patients.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” Maria joked and the leggy doctor’s full red lips raised at one corner.
“No matter.” The older woman strode with purpose toward the examination area, a small black case swinging in one hand. “We all must do our duty. Up on the table, if you please.”
Perhaps, Maria thought as she backed up to the narrow bed and hoisted herself up, she should have gone to medical school. Being Jai Lin’s recruiter certainly had it’s perks, traveling the world, seeking out new girls to come live at the mansion. The girls who had been there when she first arrived, the ladies who gave her all kinds of hell those first few years, they were all long gone now. Being the eldest among the mansion’s residents, being the recruiter gave Maria a unique position among the hierarchy. None among the other girls dared lay a finger on the bosomy Italian anymore. Sitting on the bedside and watching the doctor set her case down, the nervous girl expected no one at all ever troubled Alison Weider either.
“Think we can do without the restraints this time?” Nurse Tabby turned from her paperwork just as her boss was standing back to full height.
“That would be my preference.” Maria’s sense of dreaded anticipation suddenly doubled now that both of the arresting women were now looking directly at her. Sat in only her underwear, the barely clothed girl felt her cheeks begin to blush.
“I’ll not be catching an elbow to the face today.” Doctor Weider sauntered toward the raised bed. “Prepare the restraints please nurse.”
“W-we haven’t even started!” Stuttering a little, the scantily clad young woman leaned back as the commanding doctor towered before her.
“Well then raise your arms and we can begin.” Motioning a finger, the ample-bosomed blonde smiled politely. “But you’ve yet to sit through a full exam without wriggling around before.”
Lowering her head toward her own ample cleavage, Maria spoke under her breath. “Forse non farmi il solletico…”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Arms up.”
Taking a deep breath through her nose, the curvy girl put her palms out as if she were held at knifepoint. With a slight shake to her fingers, Maria slowly raised her arms upward, every inch higher making her feel a dozen times more vulnerable than the one before. Making matters so, so much worse, was the sight of Nurse Tabby a few feet behind the doctor. With one of the cabinet drawers open, the devious nurse removed a jangling bunch of worn leather straps, their white colouring quite cracked and faded from years or strenuous use. Every girl in the mansion was familiar with those straps, and every girl had nightmares about them.
“I see your nipples are working fine.” Doctor Weider observed with a nod toward her patient’s chest.
Pursing her lips, the bashful girl’s rosy cheeks turned from warm to uncomfortably hot. It was the curse of all young ladies who lived at Jai Lin’s mansion, one of the key traits Maria looked for when recruiting new residents. For all their shared nightmares about Doctor Weider’s unforgiving straps, no girl ever woke up from one without stiff nipples and a dampness between their thighs. The threat of being examined, being exposed, being prodded and poked and unable to move, it set the buxom girl’s loins alight despite her unbridled fear of it.
“Just try not to move.” Nurse Tabby stood at the head of the bed, her hands busy fixing one of the straps to the corner of the table. “If you can do that, we won’t need these.”
“Easy for you to say.” Maria frowned, her hands held high and the hollows of her silky smooth underarms stretched taut. “Maybe you want to swap places and show me how it’s done?”
“Oh Nurse Tabby has no idea.” The good doctor bought one scarlet talon up and began dragging it along the trembling flesh just below her patient’s left elbow. “She is an excellent healthcare professional and an even finer hypocrite.”
If Tabby had any response to Weider’s biting remark, Maria missed it completely. Her attention had instantly turned back toward the voluptuous physician, and the long fingernail slowly caressing down the underside of her bicep. Tensing both arms rigidly, the comely girl felt a rush of goosebumps spread across her bulbous chest. As the well manicured nail drew ever closer to her hopelessly sensitive underarm, Maria pursed her lips tight, shuddering more and more with every maddening inch. All three women knew failure to maintain any sort of composure was imminent, yet somehow the severely ticklish girl managed to make it to the final quarter before snapping both arms down sharply.
“Eiie!” Hunching forward as a loud squeal forced a smile, the suddenly fitful girl came face to face with Doctor Weider’s huge bosoms.
“You silly girl!” The good doctor cooed and scribbled all ten fingers directly onto Maria’s bare midriff.
“Aieeheehee!” Tucking her arms in even harder, the giggly patient fumbled at her squishy tummy, curling over more against the rush of pokes and strokes that teased her abdomen.
“You only make it harder on yourself!”
“Nohoho!” Maria squirmed atop the bedside, grabbing weakly at the blonde woman’s hands as she tried to pry them off of her. “Stop! Stohoahap!”
“If you’d simply stay still we wouldn’t have to do this!”
In her panic, long black locks bouncing along with her jiggling breasts, the struggling patient wondered which part of the examination this was. Usually Doctor Weider maintained the act of a legitimate physical exam, at least up to a certain point, but it seemed this go round she’d decided to skip several steps. Wriggling wildly as she was, Maria kicked her bare feet in the air, doing her best not to accidently strike the doctor and inspire some terrible retaliation. Though it went against every instinct to move forward, the helpless girl knew falling backward would be far worse. Shuffling her wide butt cheeks closer to the edge, gravity quickly took over and caused the pleading patient to slide unceremoniously off the bedside.
“Stohap!” Maria collapsed to her knees, buckling over as Weider’s fingers followed her and pinched playfully at her sides.
Slapping at the doctor’s skillful hands, the poor girl’s upturned bare feet tapped sporadically against the floor, her milky white butt cheeks bouncing as she shook. She could crawl away, or run, though there was no real escape. Any woman tearing through Jai Lin’s mansion in nothing but a bra and panties would never make it to an exit, no matter their level of importance. Even if by some miracle Maria didn’t get captured by a gaggle of excitable young ladies she would soon be hunted down and bought before Jai Lin herself. Once that happened the significance of fear toward a yearly physical would be almost zero compared to the unholy punishment she would face.
“I swear she gets more ticklish every year.” Nurse Tabby secured the final strap at the foot of the bed. “Do you concur, Doctor?”
“We’ll need to do more testing, I think.” Doctor Weider took two nails and nipped them at the center of her patient’s bare butt cheek. “A lot more!”
“Ahaiieehee!” Maria flailed forward onto all fours, her palms and breasts hitting the floor as her terribly ticklish behind protruded into the air.
“With particular attention toward Miss Aiello’s buttocks!” Both the doctor’s hands took a handful of cushiony ass flesh and squeezed harshly.
“EEIIENO!” Scrambling away with a shriek, the normally confident and even domineering girl crawled like a fleeing animal. Almost making it to the far end of the exam table, the desperate escape came to an abrupt halt as Tabby stepped into her path.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Said the sultry nurse with one eyebrow raised and a far from encouraging smirk across her face.
“You can’t leave yet.” Doctor Weider stood just behind their breathless guest, both women towering high in most imposing fashion. “We’ve barely even started and you’ve already proven the straps were a good idea.”
Maria hung her head, dark curls brushing at the hardwood. “Can…can we try again?” She sighed, knowing full well the answer.
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Outside, beyond the long stretch of open ground between the mansion and the trees, at the large gate which bordered the other side of the forest, two black vans came to a stop. Each van’s windows were dark and the unseen occupants held nefarious intent. From the first vehicle a man stepped out, a tall fellow with a scar very much like a bite mark upon one arm. With a determined step he approached the wall at one side of the high gate, put one of his large boots against it and sprung upward. In a maneuver he had surely done many times before, the man quickly lifted himself atop the wall and just as swiftly dropped to the other side.
Within seconds the gates opened inward, the scarred intruder appearing between them with a pair of pliers in one hand. As he climbed back into the passenger side of the first van no one at the other end of the long driveway had any notion a dozen uninvited guests had just arrived.
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“There-” Nurse Tabby synched the last strap, securing it tight around her worrisome patient’s wrist. “Now we can do this properly.”
Maria could only offer a shaky breath in response. Her nipples might have been doing their best to pierce clean through her bra and there might have been a sensuous glow deep in her lower tummy, but the now bound girl definitely did not want to be there. Arms high above her head, the buxom Italian’s underarms were completely defenseless. Her tiny bare feet faired no better as her ankles were spread to the far corners of the exam table, held in place by thick leather.
“Start high and go low?” Doctor Weider looked from the top of the bed to the bottom, then back again. “Or low then high? Patient’s choice.”
“Just…just get on with it.” Maria said softly, knowing from her own extensive experiences on the other side of similar scenarios that any choice offered was almost always a trap.
“As you like.” The older woman stood to the right side of the table. “Nurse, are we ready?”
“All set!” Tabby grinned eagerly, clipboard in one hand and a pen twirling playfully in the other.
“Very good.” Weider wiggled five of her long red nails in the air. “Lower bicep, left.”
“No wait!” Maria squawked when, without a hint of hesitation, the Amazonian physician danced all five fingers across her unprotected underarm. “EIIIEHAHAAA!” She screamed and tugged violently away, the straps stopping her from rolling very far at all. “NONONOOOO! HAHAHA!”
“Lower bicep, right.” Reaching across, the methodical doctor continued her painstakingly slow exam as she swirled five claws into her patient’s other hollow.
In previous year’s physicals Weider had always stopped the first hand’s teasing before switching to the next, this time both sets of wiggling digits continued unabated. With all ten of the doctor’s long claws rummaging around her excruciatingly sensitive underarms, Maria turned manic. Jerking desperately up and down, the poor girl could do nothing to escape, laughing loudly and pleading for a quick end to the torment. Her huge bosoms shook, each rapid bounce threatening to burst both breasts from beneath the straining bra. Red faced with an open-mouth grin forced across her lips, the increasingly aroused patient’s long hair whipped all over.
“Ribs left, ribs right.” Doctor Weider moved downward, her hands clawing over the bound girl’s bra strap and onto her heaving ribcage.
“EIEEEHAHA! ICAN’TBREEEEAATHEAHAHA!”
“Patient is expressing shortness of breath…” Nurse Tabby scribbled notes on her clipboard without looking up, all the while Maria continued cackling uncontrollably just before her.
“Oblique, left.” The doctor’s right hand shot down and pinched deep into the side of the spasming woman’s stomach. “Oblique, right.” Her left hand joined in, squeezing mercilessly at the opposite side.
“NOHEEHEE! YOU ALREADY DID THAAAATAHAHA!”
“Yes.” Weider said plainly, scooting her hands up and down from Maria’s hectically bouncing hips to her tender ribs. “But we didn’t record our results the first time.”
“PLEAAAASE AHAHAHA!” The buxom girl howled, each new poke serving as a most unwelcome reminder of how painfully ticklish she was. Though she never forgot the dreaded feeling of powerlessness and being trapped in her own voluptuous body, the fear did become a touch muted over months of not being victim to it. Had Maria been reminded more often, like she was those first few years at the mansion, she would certainly have made more effort to avoid visiting the doctor’s office.
“Abdomen, upper.” The leggy physician clawed just above her patient’s belly button. “Abdomen, lower.” She moved downward, digging deep into the creamy flesh around the screaming girl’s navel. “Abdomen, upper.” Weider raced her fingers up again, then down, then up, down, up down. “Abdomen, lower. Abdomen, upper. Lower. Upper. Lower…”
Maria’s sides were ablaze with the riot of expertly wielded fingernails that sped from the top of her panties to the bottom of her bra. Struggling wildly, the frenzied girl bucked as her uncontrolled movements shook her large bosoms, her head shaking furiously back and forth. Down the bottom of the bed the curvaceous girl’s small feet wiggled helplessly, her hands reaching desperately up top and grabbing nothing but air. If only Maria’s lungs could have grabbed half as much air as her hands, unstoppable laughter forcing every strained breath immediately back out.
“Hips, right.” Doctor Weider drilled the tip of her thumb deep into the tender spot right where the young woman’s leg met her lower tummy. “Oh, silly me, plum forgot the navel.” Darting her other hand across, the cruel physician wiggled her index finger, spiraling the tip of her razor sharp nail all around the inside of Maria’s belly button.
“NEEEIIHAHAHA!” Screeching, bellowing laughter thundered out of the bewildered girl, her back arching hard as she fought to break loose. “GETITOUT! AHAHAHA! GETITOOOOUTEEIIEE!”
“Mild…dis…comfort.” Nurse Tabby commented absurdly as she jotted more notes.
“If we don’t do it now we’ll have to come back.” The good doctor remained all matter-of-fact as her destructive digit wreaked havoc within her patient’s agonizingly ticklish navel.
Cheeks stretched in anguish, Maria’s face had turned tomato-red, the tendons in her neck stretching taut as she struggled madly. Doctor Weider’s many minutes spent roaming freely around the tormented girl’s midriff had coloured her tummy too, a series of animalistic pink claw marks painting her from ribs to hips. With the relentless pace the sadistic physician was keeping the buxom girl feared her whole body would be glowing red by the time the exam was over, if she could last that long without passing out.
“Thighs.” Weider dropped both hands and before her patient could take a single short breath had already begun spidering all ten fingers around the girl’s thick upper legs.
“NOOO! IIEGGHEHAHA!” Maria thrashed, her leg muscles tensing with almighty force in a useless, straining effort to close her legs. As atrociously sensitive as she was across her entire curvaceous body, the bosomy Italian could never claim any one spot as her most ticklish but her thighs had always been a top contender. Damningly, the more she suffered the more aroused she became, and with the domineering doctor’s slender fingers sliding so close to her barely covered pussy Maria’s libido was quickly turning from mildly humid to full on tropical storm.
Like any well trained professional, Doctor Weider tended to each individual patient’s personal needs. Though her current appointment certainly would have argued against doctor’s orders, a heavy dose of skittering nails along her panty line was nonetheless being administered. Running repeatedly over the vibrating tendons between Maria’s kicking legs, the physician’s swiftly moving talons stroked down across her loins and pinched along the inner-bottoms of her ample butt cheeks. What few words the berserk girl could splutter out amongst her screaming laughter were fractured at best. Bellowing throaty cries for mercy, no amount of pleading would give the doctor even a second of pause.
“Nurse-” Weider turned her attention toward Tabby, her fingers continuing to drive their bound patient out of her mind. “Please record the time of perspiration.”
“Yes Doctor.” The coy nurse glanced up from her clipboard, no doubt taking note of the beads of sweat that had started to drizzle across Maria’s quaking cleavage.
“Miss Aiello is also exhibiting signs of…intense arousal.” The doctor’s voice got a little huskier than usual as she dug her fingers into the crease between her patient’s trembling thighs and now soaking panties. “Remind me to circle back here after the initial exam. We’ll need to strip the patient, of course.”
“Of course.”
Maria couldn’t hear much over her own laughter and tortured shrieks, nor could her mind process much beyond the unending tickle attack, even so she managed to absorb the comment about being stripped. For as vulnerable as she felt in only her underwear, the buxom girl knew from plenty of experience that being completely nude was a whole new level of danger. Given all her years at Jai Lin’s mansion one might have imagined there would be some getting used to certain things, and perhaps there was for some girls. For Maria however, any time she found herself naked and tickled it felt like the first time all over again, evil hands wandering wherever they may. Fear and lust interlocked, the idea and memories that came along with it sent the howling girl careening toward the edge of orgasm.
“Alright, knees.” Weider squeezed the tops of her patient’s thighs, firmly pinching all the way down until reaching just above each frantic knee.
“AHHHAHAHAAA!” Slapping the back of her legs atop the bed sheet as much as her stretched position would allow, the mindlessly laughing young woman could feel her drenched pussy throb.
“Nurse, I’ll require your assistance with the next part.”
“Yes doctor!” Tabby grinned her most pixie-like grin as she slapped her clipboard down onto the bedside.
“Feet, left and right.” The unflinching doctor took a couple of steps toward the foot of the bed, her heels clicking at the floor.
“Ahh! Ahh! W-wait!” Maria gasped, it was the first time since she’d been strapped down that Weider’s hands hadn’t been poking or prodding at her.
“Get on with it, isn’t that what you said?” The physician’s long nails dragged slowly across the top of the leather strap around her patient’s left ankle.
“She did say that!” Nurse Tabby followed suit, dancing her own dreadful claws across the right strap.
“No! No please!” Panting heavily, her voice trembling, the dark haired young woman’s tiny toes wriggled nervously. “W-w-wait! Just a minute! Let me-let me breathe!”
“If she orgasms…” The sultry nurse stood with her back to the bed, one hand tightening around the ankle strap while the other began to wiggle five fingers in the air. “Do we have to start all over again?”
“That is standard procedure.” Doctor Weider took the same position as her diligent assistant, one hand tight around the other struggling ankle. “Why would this time be any different?”
Craning her neck to look down over her bulbous breasts and shapely body, Maria fixed her eyes on her tormentor’s long, dancing nails. Taking their sweet time, the shuddering girl watched as both women’s hands slowly made their way toward her excessively ticklish feet. Each set of five terrible digits disappeared around the front the two healthcare professionals and with a whine the comely girl braced for the unbridled lunacy that would soon follow. Just as she held her breath, Maria caught movement over by the door and refocused. Staring between Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby, the perplexed patient watched wide-eyed as the door opened and two large men entered the room.
“Can I help you?” Weider paused her movement, her tone uncharacteristically stern.
“Well, well.” Said the first man as the second closed the door behind them. “What do we have here? A naughty nurse and a doctor with what looks like some pretty questionable bedside manner.”
Relative to Maria, Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby were tall indeed. With the most unexpected arrival of the two new visitors both women suddenly seemed quite diminutive. The bound Italian by comparison to any of them was tiny and felt smaller still in her current predicament. The first of the two intruders was a hulking, barrel-chested Nordic-looking fellow with a short blonde beard. A couple of steps behind him was a leaner black man, his beard only slightly longer yet just as neatly trimmed. For the most part both men wore the same outfit, heavy lace-up boots, black pants, black short-sleeved shirts and a belt with an assortment of tools and pockets. Even their nefarious expressions were shared, the second man’s cowboy hat being the only standout difference between them.
“You can’t be in here.” The leggy blonde physician took a defiant step toward the black-clad duo. “This is a private appointment.”
“Appointment?” The larger of the two men chuckled and they both started wandering toward the middle of the room with a swagger in their steps. “Is that what you call it?”
“What is your business here?” Weider insisted sharply as she planted her hands firmly upon her generous hips. “Is Jai Lin aware of this?”
“Y’know Vidar-“ Said the one in the cowboy hat with a slight Southern drawl. “I’m gettin’ the impression we ain’t welcome.”
“You gentlemen need to leave.” Doctor Weider took another step toward the advancing men. “Nurse, call security.”
“Security?” The cowboy grinned, the gap between the intruders and the doctor closing rapidly. “Heh! We spent three days scoping out this place lady, ain’t no security here.”
“God damn it, back up!” Pointing one finger at the men, a rarely-if-ever-heard note of stress entered the normally levelheaded doctor’s voice.
“What the fuck-“ Nurse Tabby stumbled back, bumped the table and looked around for the best path to flee.
Both women turned to run and both were caught before they made it two strides. Tabby swore and threw her elbows back when the giant Vidar grabbed both her arms. The cowboy snagged Weider, wrapping one arm around her waist and hoisting her clean off the floor as she too screamed a string of obscenities. One of the struggling doctor’s shoes flew off as she kicked, her long nails clawing at the man’s arms while he wrestled her to the ground. Nurse Tabby managed to stay upright a second longer, stomping at the Nordic fellow’s boots with admirable fury, though ultimately she too ended up forced down upon her stomach.
Up on the exam table, Maria yanked desperately at the straps around her wrists. Panting and shaking, the trapped girl glared helplessly up at the far too effective bindings. Flashing a glance downward she took note of Vidar, one large hand easily holding both Tabby’s slender wrists behind her back while his other hand slipped a short length of black rope from his belt. Horrid as it was to be at the mercy of Doctor Weider once a year, Maria could at least count on knowing roughly what to expect. With both women now pinned and being bound themselves, the unknown intruders and their intentions sent the poor girl’s heart racing.
“You untie us RIGHT NOW!” Weider barked, her hands tied securely behind her back. “Do you have any idea whose place this is?! Any idea the kind of trouble you’re in?!”
“Aw now-“ Holding the squirming doctor in place with one knee in the centre of her back, the cowboy pulled a black cloth from of his belt pouches. “We ain’t here for conversation.”
“You’re going to di-ACH! MMF!” The good doctor’s protests turned muffled when her cowboy oppressor shoved the cloth firmly between her teeth. Struggle as she might, the enraged blonde could do nothing as the well prepared man held one hand over her mouth while the other pulled a roll of tape from somewhere at the back of his belt. Using his teeth, the intruder snapped a small stretch of tape free and quickly slapped it over Weider’s lips. “NNNFF! MM! MMMMHHH!”
“Oh my god…” Maria squeaked to herself. Looking back and forth between the two men, the nearly naked girl watched in disbelief as Tabby and Weider were swiftly bound and gagged.
Once both nurse and doctor had been silenced the men turned to their legs, looping more rope around their ankles and tying it tight. As valiant as their struggles were neither woman could break free, Vidar and his buckaroo partner clearly having had some practice at taking prisoners. Weider kicked especially hard when the cowboy bought her legs up to meet her hands, while Tabby made a lot more noise screaming into her gag as she too was hogtied.
“There!” Vidar stood to his full, gargantuan height, dusting his huge paws together. “Two more down. And look Mac-“ His cold blue eyes turned to Maria. “We got a free one.”
“Nice of them to do our work for us.” Mac the cowboy looked the quivering girl over, both men’s eyes taking in every vulnerable inch of her curvy body.
“So what’s your story?” The beastly blonde man quickly danced five fingertips across the bottom of the helpless young woman’s right foot.
“MMHMM!” Maria jerked, lips tightening straight to muffle herself as she stretched her neck and curled her toes. “N-no story!” She whimpered. “Just-I couldn’t- they needed to keep me still!”
“HA!” Vidar’s laugh boomed across the open room. “I’m sure they did.”
“We gotta check the rest of the wing, man.” Mac turned away from the table and motioned his head at the door. “These girls ain’t going anywhere.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The bigger of the two said without taking his eyes of the trapped woman upon the table. “I’ll catch up.”
“You sure?”
“Oh yeah.” Vidar licked along his top lip. “Can’t be that many of them left to round up. I’ll be along…sooner or later.”
“Suit yourself brother.” Mac looked back to tip his hat before continuing a casual stroll toward the exit. “Good luck miss lady.”
“Wh-wh-“ Maria stammered, panicked breath taking the place of any words she might have been able to conjure. Barely a minute had passed since the two men entered the room and that was scarcely enough time to process any of what was happening. Never had the dismally frightened girl imagined she would want to be back under the unyielding claws of Doctor Weider.
“What’s the matter girl?” Furrowing his brow with mock concern, the big man wiggled the same five offending fingers in the air. “Ticklish?”
“Please no.” The trembling girl mewled. Risking a second to look away from the threatening digits, the busty patient-turned-prisoner shot a glance to Nurse Tabby. It was no use, even from her awkward view point Maria could see the svelte brunette wasn’t getting out of her bonds. “Who are you?” She tried stalling, if the man’s time was short maybe filling it with chitchat could save her. “Why are you here?”
“Didn’t you hear what my friend said a minute ago?” Vidar’s hand moved with the speed of a viper, his fingers instantly scribbling all over the anxious girl’s bare sole. “We ain’t here for conversation.”
“EIIIIEEYYHAHA!” Extending both feet out to ballet-like points, Maria’s back arched hard. There was no stifling her squealing this time.
For a man of his immense size, the bulky intruder’s fingers moved with devastating delicacy. Every well-placed stroke swept across the howling girl’s silky skin with alarming precision, his fingertips feathery soft to the touch. From her horribly weak heels, up her wrinkling arches and along the balls of Maria’s sole, Vidar was able to keep the bosomy girl thrashing for dear life. Having no control over her own body, the screaming young woman had no way to defend when her tiny toes spread, the giant’s skilled digits dancing underneath each time.
“Oh, ho ho! You like that huh?” Taking a single step sideways the teasing behemoth centered himself between both the wailing girl’s bare feet. “How about this?” He switched hands so fast it wasn’t even noticeable, all ten of his fiendish fingertips now running rampant over both her soles.
“NOOOEEEIIHAHAHAAAA!” Maria roared, throwing her outstretched body violently to one side, snagging on her bondage and snapping back the other way.
In the shock and confusion of it all the bewildered girl had been able to ignore her undisciplined sense of arousal for a few moments, but now with both feet being tickled that searing heat between her thighs was returning with a vengeance. No longer able to predict what might become of her, Maria’s abject fear of the unknown sent her libido raging. This Herculean monster of a man could do whatever he well pleased and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Spurring her lustful yearnings on further was the unusual humiliation of having an audience. Though it really shouldn’t have mattered given what the two women had been doing just minutes before, Maria couldn’t help but feel crushingly embarrassed with Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby forced to watch on.
Sweat drizzled down her convulsing sides, the crazed girl’s tummy slick with a glossy sheen. So red was the appallingly ticklish girl’s face that her forehead and neck bordered on being purple. Fighting to leap from her own skin, Maria screeched and screamed as her voluptuous body was used against her, every deft stroke along her soles driving her closer to lunacy. Between her flexing thighs the lacy black panties were soaked through, the bed sheet just beneath the horny Italian’s ass forming it’s own damp patch. Nipples swollen almost to the point of pain, every second felt as if an earth quaking orgasm was just one more second away.
“Bouncy bouncy!” Vidar’s brawny chest shook as he shined a toothy, boisterous smile. “Let’s let those ladies free!”
Unfortunately for the wheezing former patient her latest tormentor wasn’t referring to Tabby and Doctor Weider. Giving a final rake of his fingertips up her soles, the lumbering man wandered up the right side of the exam table in two short strides. Before Maria could even think about catching her breath, the big man’s hands were reaching around her, burrowing beneath her upper back and grabbing at her bra strap. Pushing back against the bed instinctively, the gasping girl tried to pin the barbarous fellow’s hands in place. Even with all his strength and her terribly weakened state, the buxom captive was damned if she would allow him enough room to undo the clasp. Damned she was, as finesse and nimble fingers were not Vidar’s plan, instead he clutched either side of the strap and simply snapped it in two.
“Aie!” Feeling the tension around her squished bosoms release, the anguished girl yelped.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” The bullish man pulled his hands out from under her, taking either side of the strap along for the ride. “No hiding from me!” He hiked the entire bra upward, the busty girl’s huge milky boobs spilling out into the open. Though she gave some semblance of a squirming struggle, nothing could stop Vidar from pulling the now ruined piece of lingerie up and over her face, sliding the shoulder straps all the way up to her elbows.
“D-don’t.” Maria’s bottom lip quivered as she noted the hungry, pleased and merciless look in the unwelcome visitor’s eyes. Her large pink nipples were rigid and pointing high, jiggling gently along with her puffy areoles. As if she could feel his eyes on her, the lustful girl’s nipples tingled in nervous anticipation of what he might do.
“Mmm.” A low growl rumbled from the monster’s chest as he bought his great big hands up either side of the topless woman’s protruding ribs.
“No…no no!” She tugged uselessly at her bonds again, wincing when his open palms pressed flat around her sides. “Ahhhnooo….”
Sliding both rough paws up her panting ribcage, Vidar cupped the outer edges of his prisoner’s huge breasts in each palm. Moving his hands higher, Maria cringed and looked away, staring as high above her head as she could while her bare bosoms were pressed back together. Groping the whining girl and squishing her ballooning flesh between his fingers, the brutish man only stopped pushing inward once her hypersensitive nipples were barely an inch from one another. Apparently satisfied, Vidar leaned in so close that his breath was hot against the helpless girl’s chest when he spoke.
“Don’t look so upset.” Pouting jokingly, the sadistic fellow curled both index fingers back and wiggled the tips a hairs width away from each defenseless nipple. “If Mac had decided to stay, you would be in twice the trouble.”
It was not a remotely comforting thought, especially as Vidar flicked one fingertip quickly across the curvaceous girl’s left nipple. “Eeep!” She squeaked and shook, wriggling her hips in an effort to move back. Sadly, the sweat-soaked girl went nowhere, her naked bosoms remaining perfectly trapped in the man’s strong hands. “Pleasenopleasenopleaseno!”
“Ohh!” An uncomfortably playful grin spread across the devilish man’s face. “Ticklish feet and ticklish tits! Must be my lucky day!”
“NO DON’T!” Maria squealed, knowing how dangerously close to climax she was already. Having her nipples touched, there was no hope of holding back. Naturally, as the comely Italian herself would have done had she been the one holding some terribly sensitive woman’s bosoms between her hands, Vidar sent his fingertips flickering speedily across both nipples. “EEEIEHEEHEE! NOHONOHO! YEEEEIIIHAHAHA!”
Shaking like a woman possessed, Maria’s knees kicked fiercely against the thin mattress, her eyes bugging out to nearly cartoonish size. Her tiny feet wiggled so fast they were practically a blur, high pitched laughter bouncing from wall to distant wall. Where her head rocked back and forth madly, the shrill girl’s long hair whipped in a flailing mess, a few curled locks matting to her sweat-slick skin. Held between Vidar’s muscular forearms and unable to roll, his chest pressed against her stomach, the trapped girl had even less room to move than she had before. Catching glimpses of the big man’s gleaming stare in her fervor, it was the knowledge that every second of her suffering gave him a wicked sense of joy that finally lit the fuse of Maria’s explosive orgasm.
“AIIIEEHAHAHA! OHHHAHAHA!” Thrusting her hips off the table, the manically laughing woman moaned hoarsely.
Flooding her panties, a deluge of liquid lust pumped across her thighs and drenched the already wet sheet. In unison both the riotous girl’s fingers and toes curled into knuckle whitening fists, her cries of passion mixed with bellowing misery. Where a lover might have stopped or slowed, Vidar held no such kindness, his fingers continuing to toy viciously with the cackling girl’s swollen nipples. Just as there was no mercy from the man’s tickling, Maria’s own body was also intent on making her suffer as much as possible, each second of climax increasing her sensitivity to inhuman degrees. In the very same moment her explosive orgasm reached it’s torturous peak, the sinister intruder pressed her nipples even closer together and began licking each one with the tip of his tongue.
Like a dam with a high pressure leak suddenly bursting entirely, a second mind-bending orgasm washed over the half naked girl. A tsunami of heat spread throughout Maria’s curvaceous body, every nerve ending tingling unbearably as she drowned in blissful agony. Even under the weight of all that ecstasy there was no escaping Vidar’s tickling tongue, nor his fingers which were all kneading cruelly into the sides of her bare bosoms. Lost to the torments of her body, the destitute young woman fell into a squeaking, almost silent fit of laughter, her bound limbs still shaking and rattling their bonds.
“Your lucky day too, uh?” The brutish man let the exhausted girl’s breasts wobble free as he stood upright. Maria could only writhe as the second or maybe third orgasm continued it’s merry path throughout her violated physique, tiny giggles still bubbling out of her. “I should probably go but-“ Vidar hooked the fingers of both his hands around one side of the captive’s panties and began stretching the thin lace in opposite directions. “-I am not sure we’ll see each other again after this.” The lace snapped and one half of the already ruined underwear fell away.
“N…n…no…” Breathless pleading was all the ravaged girl could manage, her voice a husky imitation of what it usually was. She couldn’t possibly take whatever else the savage man had in mind for her, and as the other side of her panties was ripped open the now completely nude girl found herself praying for unconsciousness.
“You don’t need to worry though.” One of the muscular man’s great paws stroked up the side of her breast, while his other hand ran up one trembling thigh. “I will not forget you, and I will make sure you remember me.”
“Uhnnh!” Maria shuddered when one of her nipples was pinched. A half second later the burly man’s fingers crept between her thighs. “N-n-nono!”
“Y-y-yesyes.” Vidar laughed, leaned over and cupped his lips around the begging woman’s other nipple. As he started to suck, nibble, lick and pinch at her overly sensitive breasts the poor girl struggled to keep from laughing, a short lived endeavor that was quickly undone by his other hand wiggling fingers all around her exposed, slippery taint.
“AIIIIEEEHEEHEE!” Bucking madly, the berserk girl thrust her hips every which way, none of which held a path toward mercy.
Along with her thighs, feet, underarms and pronounced butt cheeks, the small stretch of smooth skin between Maria’s pussy and ass was among the chief spots to be considered her most excruciatingly ticklish. Fortunately, if there was any silver lining to be had, none of the nude girl’s most recent tormentors had put much focus on her behind, though her taint was certainly close enough. That small condolence was where any fortune ended. Despite two or three previous messy climaxes and her overwhelming exhaustion, the assault on her taint had the alarmingly horny girl already racing toward another bout of primal release.
“Cummy little girl!” The big man teased, plucking his lips from around the shrieking girl’s nipple just long enough to taunt her. “Your doctor friend is watching! The nurse too! We all want to see you cum again!” And he sucked her nipple up between his bottom lip and top teeth, trapping it there so his tongue could flick back and forth across the tender tip.
There was no sound when Maria came again. Her abdomen tensed more than she ever could have done intentionally, teeth gritting hard together as her eyes burst open wide. Shuddering violently, arms straining, the trapped girl’s chin came to reach her collarbone, her body doing everything it could to curl into a quivering ball. At the foot of the bed the buxom girl’s petit toes spread wide, Vidar’s mouth and hands unrelenting as they danced and pinched at her slick, sensitive flesh. Utterly spent and undoubtedly incapable of taking any more torture, Maria was certain her mind would never recover from melting to mush if the huge man carried on. When a fingertip slid gently across her engorged clit there was an instant where she truly feared for her sanity right before falling deep into yet another gargantuan orgasm.
“Sorry I can’t stick around ladies.” Vidar stood upright, leaving Maria to quietly moan and squirm in her bonds. He strolled along the bedside and looked down to the hogtied doctor and nurse. “I’m sure you’d both love similar treatment, but we got a lot of other ladies needing our attention today.”
And with that the boisterous, mystery visitor wandered out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Chapter Four: The Devious Dozen
When the moment finally came, Emma couldn’t do it. All those months dreaming about bringing down Jai Lin and then, finding herself at the vile villain’s front door, the freckle faced girl was too afraid to even get out of the van. In the days leading up to their assault on the mansion she’d been quite excited, thoughts of capturing any number of horribly ticklish young women keeping her most warm at night. The back doors of the van had swung open, Luli and Wei jumped out with Yumao close behind, and Emma had sat there frozen at the thought of seeing Jai Lin again.
Hannah and Gwendolyn stayed back as well, though fortunately they were both in the other van. Hannah tended to stare daggers whenever the guilt-stricken redhead made the mistake of making eye contact with her, and being around Mrs. Deveno just made Emma blush. The fact their billionaire benefactor had come along to begin with was a little surprising, the whole operation was far from legal. Given the stakes, the buxom blonde explained, she would be sure to oversee every aspect of how their plan played out. How believable an explanation that was should have come under more scrutiny, even from a rookie journalist. Of course if Emma could have stood in the same room with Gwendolyn for more than thirty seconds without getting flustered she might have been inclined to ask more questions.
For the eight brave souls who did enter the mansion their task involved rounding up anyone on-site, restraining them and abducting Jai Lin. Two of the harem weren’t there that day and, per the security team’s requirement, neither was Sam Lucas. All-in the total captives should have been; eleven girls, three staff and Jai Lin herself. Holden Reznor was left back at the forested section of the long driveway to report on any unexpected arrivals, or to capture anyone who might slip out and make a run for it. Forty-five grueling minutes dragged by before the man named Chev knocked on the side of the van and said it was safe to come in.
“Oh my god…” Emma whispered as she gingerly set foot into the illustrious foyer of Jai Lin’s domain. It was not the high double doors or huge staircase within, nor the expensive furniture that stopped the frizzy haired girl in her tracks. She might have known little about the price of such finery, yet even one uneducated in antique appraisals could tell everything was worth a fortune, including the colourful rug upon which she stood. Still the extravagant flooring couldn’t have shocked her, but the sight of seven women hogtied and gagged at the bottom of the stairs did give Emma pause.
“Who are we missing?” Hannah strode by, her tone commanding and sharp.
The man the bite mark, Dorner, was leaning against one of the glossy wooden banisters. He stood beside the captured group of women like a prideful hunter ready to be photographed with the day’s catch. “Five girls, the assistant woman and Jai Lin herself.”
“You have a location?”
“We think so.” Dorner paused to stretch. “There’s an elevator upstairs but we can only get to the third floor. Need a code for four and five. The roof too, oddly enough.”
“Do they know we’re here?” Hannah stood before the captive women, her brow furrowed deeply as she looked them over.
“There’s no cameras in this place, far as we can tell.”
“Alright then. One of these women might know the code, we can-“
“I know it.” Came an oddly comforting woman’s voice from the far left wall.
Emma’s eyes lit up as she recognized her savior. Aleena, the long suffering slave who’d freed her from Jai Lin’s grasp. Stepping from a small gap between two towering bookcases, the curvy older woman appeared from a hidden door. She wore the same loose fitting white top and pants as the last time Emma had seen her. Rushing over to the older woman with welcoming arms, the elated redhead hadn’t forgotten her dark skin, long wavy hair or big brown eyes. In fact over the past six months the shamefully lustful journalist had thought of Aleena often, less for her heroic act and more for what it must have been like living as Jai Lin’s pet for twenty years.
“Aleena!” Emma took the slightly taller woman in a joyful hug. “It’s so good to see you! Are you okay?”
“I am well.” The timid woman returned the embrace, albeit much more gently. “It is good to see you too. Thank you for coming.”
“No, no.” Turning back toward Hannah and the loitering men, the grinning girl kept one hand on her savior’s shoulder. “This is Aleena, she’s the one that saved me. None of this would have been possible without her.”
“Looks like there’s still work to do.” Madam Ui stood in the huge doorframe and Emma could feel Aleena tense. “Without Jai Lin this is all for nothing, so let’s not go licking each other’s clits just yet.”
“Apparently this one can get us up there.” Hannah marched closer.
“I can.” Aleena nodded. “I know every inch of this house, every passage and code.”
“Can you get us Jai Lin?” Madam Ui came closer too, making no attempt to hide the wicked eagerness in both her stride and voice.
“I know where she is. I can show you the way.” The comely slave turned to Emma and her voice hushed. “And I can show you the worst of her sins. I can show you The Garden…”
Chapter Five: The Aftermath of Emma Clark
Six months prior Jai Lin had returned to her bedroom and narrowed her eyes. The nosey journalist was gone, the bonds with which she’d been tied hung loose, duvet wrinkled and dented upon the bed where she’d screamed and struggled. Aleena raised her chin a little, a sign of uncharacteristic defiance. She wasn’t used to defying her mistress and though in the moment of rebellion the long time slave had been confident, now faced with the consequences, her stomach twisted to knots.
“Aleena, where is our guest?” Jai Lin’s velvety voice showed no sign of anger or irritation.
A shuddery breath came before the buxom woman could find the courage for words. She swallowed hard and her plump bottom lip quivered when she spoke. “I let her go.”
One of the towering woman’s eyebrows raised. “And why would you do a thing like that?”
“Because…” Aleena began, pausing to wrestle a wave of nervous fear. “She can stop you.”
“I see.” Jai Lin’s eyes narrowed and a long silence began. Her mind was working, considering the angles, or how best to punish her slave, or both. For as long as she’d known the cunning mistress, the fearful captive rarely had any insight into her thoughts. “Have I not been good to you, these past few years?”
Good? Aleena couldn’t quite bring herself to scoff, though she did let her jaw drop a little. Jai Lin had never been any sane person’s definition of good. Even if one were to ignore the corruption, the slaves, the tortures and the kidnappings there was still a laundry list of crimes that spanned two decades throughout dozens of countries. Her treatment of Aleena alone was more than enough to secure Jai Lin’s place in hell. Certainly the past two or three years had been much easier for the long-held prisoner, still she remained a captive. Besides, a few years of not being tormented hardly made up for the decade and half of misery that came before, nor the broken heart she’d been left with.
There was no answering Jai Lin’s question. Instead, the unwilling servant simply returned to obeying every command. Denying her mistress would lead to worse than whatever nightmares were already in store. For all the cruelty Aleena had lived through she had, for the most part, managed to keep from turning completely insane. She feared now that her betrayal would be the tipping point, and Jai Lin’s wrath would finally see her driven out of her mind for good. Nonetheless the curvy forty-something slave did as she was told and showed no signs of disobedience as the two women made way for a much different room.
“Kneel.” Jai Lin’s high heeled boots stopped precisely as she came to stand beside a knee-high ottoman.
Aleena was all too familiar with the sturdy piece of lounge furniture. A little larger than a standard coffee table, the custom-build ottoman was bolted in place and covered in soft white fur across all sides. She had seen countless girls set upon it over the years in a variety of vulnerable and helpless positions. For the amount of struggling that the box endured it never budged, and they had only ever had to replace the built-in straps once when the constant wear and tear allowed a young South African woman to break free. Much like the ottoman, the relatively small room surrounding it was designed specifically to increase a victim’s suffering. The floor and walls were all black carpet, and when the door closed it was impossible to tell where the exit was. No up, no down, no exit.
“I will be free of here one day.” Aleena muttered as she knelt on to the cushiony surface.
“That may well be true.” The sadistic mistress motioned a finger toward the straps that dangled from above on a thin chain. “But I will forever live in your memory.”
There was no denying that. Stood on her knees, the buxom brunette stretched her arms high above and made no effort to escape as Jai Lin secured the leather bonds around her wrists. Once the buckles were fastened and the grip firm the domineering slaver took one easy stride to where Aleena’s upturned slippers were. Again she made no attempt at resistance as her ankles were bound in place behind her, both feet spread with a dozen inches between them. Perhaps she had long since gone insane, as most anyone else even a fraction as sensitive would have surely fought with all their might. There had been a time, some years in, where Aleena truly had tried to find a mental state where she could enjoy the atrocities that were frequently thrust upon her. She never did find it.
“It’s my fault.” Jai Lin sauntered back around the front, tiger-like gaze looking her prisoner’s voluptuous body up and down. “I knew you would need a reminder one day. Seems I left it too long. You’ve always been so willful.”
“You could still catch her.” Aleena’s tone was unconvincing. Her real hope was that the fleeing journalist was long gone, and she knew the girl’s recapture would make no difference to her own fate.
“Probably.” The statuesque woman held up a hand and began slowly wiggling one long nail the air. “Where do you suppose she’s going?”
Fixing her eyes on that dreadful digit, the bound servant whimpered. “I don’t know.” She lied, or a half truth at best.
“Miss Clark didn’t say anything?” Jai Lin’s devilish talon drew closer.
“She just ran…”
“You’re lying.” That razor claw slid along the cuff of the wincing woman’s short sleeve. “That’s okay. We both know you’ll tell me everything before long.”
“Mph!” Aleena pursed her lips and stifled a giggle. She had never forgotten what it felt like to be touched by her mistress, even so the actual sensation was far worse than even her most visceral memory. Spilling everything then and there might have eased the punishment but she had been defiant once. Maybe, just maybe there was a small, molecule-sized chance the fretfully twitching woman could hold onto to her secret.
“Terrible isn’t it?” Jai Lin wormed her softly stroking fingernail down her slave’s bicep, sliding slowly beneath her sleeve. “One hopes as we get older we’d become less ticklish, yet I’ve found so often that the opposite is true.”
“Mnngh!” Tensing her arms, the trapped woman’s lips turned downward as her brow furrowed. She shook her head, big doe-eyes glaring mournfully up at her stoic mistress. Perhaps it was because she had been shown a couple of years’ mercy or maybe the evil witch’s theory was true, either way Aleena did feel considerably more sensitive than ever before. How that were possible the poor woman had no idea, she had not thought anyone could have been more ticklish than she was in her youth.
“Where’s that lovely laugh of yours, hmm?”
“Mmmhmhm!” Twisting and tugging at the chain above, the fitful prisoner’s cheeks turned a rosy hue as that single finger caressed the edges of her underarm.
“It’s been far too long since I’ve heard it.”
“Mn! Mn!” Aleena stared wide-eyed, shaking her head as she fought the increasing urge to open her lips and let the unwanted laughter loose.
“You can’t hold on forever…” Jai Lin teased, working her skilled finger further into the center of her slave’s horrifically ticklish hollow.
“MMHNNN!” Throwing her head back, the buxom woman closed her eyes tight and whined loudly. Every second the cruel mistress’ finger wiggled across her taut, silky skin was another second closer to losing her mind.
“So willful.”
“Aiiiieehee! NO!” Aleena sprang forward, the chain snapping her back as she shrieked.
Now that she’d got what she wanted, the speed of Jai Lin’s slender digit increased. With straight faced ease the vindictive woman spiraled her long nail around the stretched, smooth skin, hardly moving besides the small motion of her hand. Aleena meanwhile moved every which way she could, turning and throwing herself, wide hips dancing madly against the infuriating sensation. Her tiny feet kicked, and though the helpless captive feared her slippers might fall off there was no controlling her own body’s erratic struggling.
“There it is.” The ruthless torturess bought her free hand up, her other index finger swiftly burrowing beneath her victim’s other sleeve.
“Eiiieheehe! Noho! I’msorry!” Aleena squealed, both underarms now under attack.
Straining to pull her arms down, the loudly giggling woman tried to force herself backward or turn as far left or right as she could. Nowhere was free from Jai Lin’s reach, a fact the busty slave quickly wished she’d remembered more clearly before setting the curly haired journalist free. Regret joined Aleena’s deep sense of fear and anger as her own hair whipped about wildly, her large bosoms bouncing beneath her white top. Within seconds it was as if nothing had changed, any notions of defiance were instantly tickled away and the pitifully giggling woman felt like her most submissive self all over again.
Compounding her suffering, the despondent slave found meekness wasn’t the only thing forced upon her to make an unwelcome return. By design, Aleena’s libido was already stirring, something her masters had instilled early on into her life of servitude. Between Jai Lin and the monstrous Samuel Lucas, the vile pair had used every cruel and terrible technique they could conjure to ensure the then young woman became unnaturally aroused whenever tickled. Despite her anguish over the decades there was nothing the well-trained woman could do from becoming abysmally horny, even after a couple of years living free from it.
“Now then…” Jai Lin pulled her two wiggling index fingers out from the bound woman’s sleeves and sent the deathly digits skimming down both her shapely sides. “I think you know as well I do that a simple round of torture isn’t going to be sufficient punishment, don’t you?”
“Noehehe! Please! Pleeheease!” The comely brunette squirmed as her goddess’ fingers crept up from her waistline and under the bottom of her shirt.
“I’m considering a number of possibilities.” Those long nails, which had driven who knew how many girls out of their minds, skittered along Aleena’s lower tummy.
“Ahaha! I’m sorry mistresseeheeheiie!”
“The first and most obvious is to simply tickle you everyday.” Jai Lin moved her deft digits along the dreadfully sensitive skin just above the girlishly giggling slaves’ hips. “Morning and night, perhaps randomly throughout the day. I could wake you some nights and do it then too.” She continued as the poor servant plead, apologized and shook. “Not so much that you’d go completely crazy, but certainly close. Of course we’ve been there, done that, and you still betrayed me.”
“Nahahaho! Ididn’tmeanit! Eheehe!” Aleena rocked her wide hips, her curvaceous butt flexing as she tried to avoid the maddeningly gentle strokes.
“The second is to make your life nothing but tickling.” Ignoring the sorrowful pleas, the malicious Amazon worked her fingers higher under her voluptuous prisoner’s shirt. “Strap you down naked and tickle you every waking moment. Samuel and I could rotate to make certain you snap as soon as possible. Then if you do ever actually get away from here you’ll be too much of a drooling moron to tell the tale, let alone speak.”
Even with that atrocious thought now swirling in her mind, the hopelessly ticklish woman’s nipples were still hardening. Poking through the thin material of her shirt, Aleena’s arousal was all too apparent. Dual claws swept around and around, drawing hellish lines all over the titillated slave’s midriff, her squeaky begging and throaty gasps telling a much different story than the tingling between her thighs. As unable to prevent the waking nightmares as she was her mistress’ touch, images of herself as a mindless tickle-pet served to horrify the helpless servant and turn her on to tragic degrees.
“Third-” Jai Lin poked her fingertips along the bottom of her slave’s tender ribs, the undersides of the distressed woman’s hefty bosoms squishing against the tops of her hands. “Is I allow the girls in here.”
“NO!” That idea more than any other made Aleena scream. Memories flooded back, to the time when she was first exposed to the unforgiving world of sadistic menace that was tickle torture. In the years that followed she had only ever suffered exclusively at the hands of Samuel Lucas and Jai Lin, yet her first time was perhaps the worst of all. There were the men and then, when the naïve girl thought it impossible to endure any more, the girls were unleashed upon her. A pack of impish young women who explored every hypersensitive inch of Aleena’s body, never a second without fingers running across her soles or poking at her flesh. It was a scenario she never wished to repeat.
“Oh good.” The statuesque billionaire clawed all ten fingers into her slaves’ tummy. “I was leaning toward that one too.”
“Ahaehaehahaha! NonoPLEASE!” Tugging violently at her bondage, the trapped servant balked as she felt her arousal take a very noticeable spike.
In the early days when she still had some fire in her belly, the would-be slave would almost always put up a fight. Samuel Lucas used to have guards drag her into his private quarters or Jai Lin would get them to strap her down, yet they almost always tortured her alone. On occasion the demented pair might go at her together and that was as bad as it got. By the time they went traveling Aleena didn’t need the guards to wrestle her anymore, she would simply do as told because the alternative was always worse. Even when they told her to take part in torturing unsuspecting backpackers the obedient girl never argued, despite the heavy burden of guilt she felt every time. It was a miserable, dehumanizing life, yet no day was ever so bad as that first time.
“Ohh the girls will have a ball with you.” Jai Lin teased, pinching firmly at the worrisome woman’s sides. “Do you know how many over the years have asked me to get their hands on you? How many I’ve had to deny?”
“Aieehahaha! No Mistress! Ahaha! Pleasepleanoahaha!” Her expression contorting through a mix of dread and insuppressible laughter, the curvaceous slave’s voice was thick with distress. “Anything but thaahahahat!”
“Just imagine it.”
“Ohnopleaeeeheeheese!”
“All those hands.”
“NOnoahahaaa!”
“Crawling all over you…”
“I’m sorryahaha! I’msosorry! Ahahaha!” Aleena’s long hair whipped against her reddening cheeks. Between the drilling of her mistress’ fingers boring into her abdomen and the ongoing imagery of future punishment, the buxom slave’s libido was brimming.
“I’ll instruct them to be merciless.” The nefarious woman pinched higher, goosing the fitful servant’s ribs and hiking her shirt upward. “After so long without being tickled I can only imagine how horrible it will be.”
“Ahahaha! I’lldoahaha!” Interrupted by her own laughter, the increasingly aroused slave could feel the bottom of her shirt sliding up the underside of her jiggling bosoms. “I’lldoanything! Aheieehahaha!”
“Until a few minutes ago I thought you’d only ever do as you were told.” Jai Lin poked viciously into her buxom captive’s flesh, right where the tender flesh of her breasts met her heaving ribcage.
Aided by the cruel woman’s hands getting higher, the jostling of Aleena’s own body caused her shirt to slide upward. In one quick motion the loose fitting top sprang into a bunch atop her chest, the curvaceous slave’s huge bare bosoms popping out into the open. Her light brown areole’s puffy with arousal, the squealing prisoner’s involuntarily erect nipples were on full display. The sudden reveal and added vulnerability sent a rush through Aleena’s loins, her thick thighs quivering with the agony of carnal anticipation. Plead and bargain though she may, the comely Pakistani knew perhaps better than anyone how callous Jai Lin could be. The girls would be invited in before long and the threat alone made her pussy pulsate.
“Do you think this is the worst I can offer?” Her mistress said, as if reading the squawking woman’s mind. “Have the girls tickle you, is that where you imagine the limits of your punishment can go?” The towering witch’s ten long nails scribbled down the half naked slave’s sides and her back arched as she squealed. “I know you’ve never forgotten our dear Hania. The sacrifice you made for her freedom? I was true to my word you know, when I let her free, Samuel and I never tracked her down. We let her be.”
A flush of anger spread through Aleena’s ample chest. Hearing her long lost lover’s name bought back all the heartache and loss. She tried to force a look of fury, instead the fitful woman’s expression twisted awkwardly between rage and helpless, ticklish grinning.
“That could change, of course.” Jai Lin clawed at the bare breasted servant’s tummy, fingertips prodding deep into convulsing muscle and flesh. “I could find Hania, even now. We could bring her here, another ill-fated reunion for the two of you? You could watch each other be tortured. Or I could make you torture her.”
“Aahaheieeha! Iwouahaha!” The hyperticklish slave gasped as her midriff turned a dark shade of pink. “Neverhahaha! Iwouldn’t! Eeeieheehee!”
“Tell me where Emma Clark is going.”
“I don’tknowahaha!”
“Tell me, or the moment I walk out of this room-“ Jai Lin scribbled her ten long nails all the way up Aleena’s defenseless sides and ran them wild into her underarms. “I’ll hire a team of investigators to find your little girlfriend!”
Whatever other vile traits she had, there was never any doubting the Amazonian mistress’ power of will. A former slave herself, the ambitious Japanese woman had usurped her way into power more than once. Many had tried to end Jai Lin’s reign of terror over the years and none had succeeded, no one yet had managed to stop her desires from becoming reality. Fearing for Hania, wherever she was and whoever she had become, Aleena resigned herself to that simple fact.
“Madam Uieehahaha! Madam Ui!” The desperate, cackling captive bellowed woefully, her high pitched laughter undercutting much of the sorrow in her voice. “Eiehahaha! I told her!”
“Ha.” Jai Lin smiled in a rare moment of genuine amusement. Stepping back, the well-toned woman pressed the tips of her fingers together. “And what do you suppose that old shrew is going to do?”
“I-ahh…I don’t know…” Aleena fell limp, hanging from the chain as she panted for air.
“If Harry Deveno didn’t sell Ui as a tickle-toy to one of his associates…” A thoughtful look crossed the cunning woman’s sharp features. “…she’s probably spent the last twenty years working in a fish market. Or whoring herself for pennies. Wherever she is and whoever she’s with, I sincerely hope they’ve been tickling her stupid since the day I left her tied to Harold’s desk.”
“She…she still knows.”
“Don’t be vague. Knows what?”
“Everything.” Her breathing slowing, the restrained brunette spoke softly and with no measure of confidence. Knowing she would soon be in agony again, all there was left to do was confess. “Madam Ui can tell Emma everything. You, Sam Lucas, Novak. The Devenos, she knows it all. All Emma needs to do is write it down and put it out in the world.”
“And you think that will be enough, do you?”
Aleena looked up, dark wavy locks hanging across her face. “It’s a start.”
A wry smirk grew slowly across the Amazon’s full lips. “Look at you. All this time gone by and still the mere mention of your old girlfriend is enough to put a fire in your belly.” Reaching up, the imposing woman pinched either side of her slave’s shirt and began pulling it up and over her head and arms. “It would be a mistake to bring her here, I can see that. Hania will remain safe. You, on the other hand, are in for a world of terror.”
Aleena winced as her mistress stuffed the shirt forcefully down between her bound wrists. With the top now held around her hands, the busty woman wished she could have found more consolation in knowing Hania wouldn’t be touched. Stretched and powerless to prevent any attack on her taut upperbody, what should have felt like a big win seemed tragically small in the face of what was sure to follow. As Jai Lin took a couple of short steps around to the back of the ottoman, the anxious slave realized her upperbody wasn’t the most pressing concern after all.
“Do you remember the first time your feet were tickled?” The cruel mistress stood behind her prisoner, one fingertip sliding gently around the heel of her upturned slipper. “I don’t mean you and Hania fumbling around behind your parents’ backs. I mean the first real time, when you couldn’t just giggle and slip away? When there was no way to stop it.” She hooked that same finger into the back of the slipper and pulled gently. “When within those first few, terrifying seconds, panic setting in, you realized how truly, awfully ticklish you really were?”
“Y-ou!” Aleena cringed as she felt the fluffy inside of her slipper sliding off her foot. “And…and Master Lucas…”
“Mmm…” Plucking one slipper off and tossing it to the floor, the pitiless mistress revealed her slave’s delicate, wrinkled sole. She pinched the heel of the remaining slipper and slowly drew it away. “That must have been so, so awful. And then to realize, as the seconds wore on and it didn’t end, to know that your begging…all your screaming…it was for nothing.”
As the second slipper was discarded and both soles were now exposed, the curvaceous servant knew exactly what Jai Lin was doing. Her methodical removal of the slippers, the calm recollection of Aleena’s first time being tortured, it was all part of the grander scheme to make her suffering worse. In all their years together the unwilling assistant had been on the end of her mistress’ seductive manipulations countless times, and seen it performed on others even more. Despite all that experience, the bare foot woman still found herself writhing awkwardly as if it were her first time, a sour grimace crossing her face when she felt a warm dampness between her thighs.
“And how much worse it must have been…” The wicked tormentress continued. “When it finally occurred to you that all your pleading wasn’t just being ignored...it was being savored.”
“Eeeiii!” Aleena shook, rattling her chain when she felt the sharp tip of one single nail slide ever-so-gently down the outer edge of her right foot.
“I’ve always enjoyed hearing you beg.”
“Aha!” Another nail scraped along her left sole and the squawking slave rocked sharply in response.
“All the girls I’ve had my fun with…” Jai Lin snaked a fingertip down the length of her captive’s sole.
“Ahahaha! Ohho!”
“And I always come back you eventually, don’t I?” Running one digit across the tips of Aleena’s toes, the kneeling mistress made her prisoner shriek. “There’s an odd comfort to you. A reliability. A consistency.” She flickered two fingers across the balls of one foot and the poor bound woman’s tiny toes curled. “Except of course…” Jai Lin’s voice rose and as it did she sent all ten of her long nails dancing up and down her slave’s excruciatingly ticklish arches. “For when you betray me!”
“NYEEEEEIIIAHAHA!” Snapping forward, the screeching brunette threw her head back and yanked with almighty force upon the chain overhead.
All the desperation in the world couldn’t have broken that chain, nor the various bolts and welds that held it in place. Aleena had overseen the installation of at least half the nightmarish devices throughout the mansion, and unwillingly tested the rest. Far stronger victims than her had been held upon that same ottoman and never once had the chain or it’s foundations so much as creaked. In the early days of her captivity the torture was easier, in a most miniscule way, as she could hold some hope that a restraint might break or a miracle may let her escape. That hope waned in time to the point it no longer existed. Knowing there was no way out, knowing for a certainty she had no choice but to endure, it made every second and every devilish stroke feel like a life time.
“Did you think I’d go easy on you, hm?” The stern woman teased, her sharp nails spidering over Aleena’s tender heels. “Because we’ve known each other so long, did you think I’d show mercy? Was that it?”
“EEIIGGAHAHA! NONOSTAHAHAHAP!” Thrashing violently, the howling slave’s great bare breasts bounced as her toes curled and stretched outward at random.
Her cheeks turning bright red, the bewildered servant’s eyes clenched shut as she screamed with unhinged laughter. Strained and broken pleas hollered out of her, no single word planned as her mind spiraled into chaos. It was no exaggeration to say Jai Lin was one of the world’s most effective ticklers. Over two decades or more the unabashedly cruel woman had put her sinful skill set to use on hundreds of victims, none of whom she’d practiced on more than Aleena. Every curve and wrinkle of the cackling slave’s soles was familiar territory. Her mistress knew all too well the speeds, pressures and frequency needed for every inch to maximize hellish results.
In the throws of uproarious laughter, Aleena’s fractured thoughts cobbled together pieces of memory. In quick flashes she recalled the days when she and Hania first met. Teens in love, two young women desperately trying to hide their affection for each other in an environment that did not allow romance like theirs. It was difficult enough under the watchful eyes of their parents’, but Hania’s penchant for tickling made it even more so. Aleena’s giggling was what got them caught the first time, as much as she tried to stifle it. Her plucky girlfriend’s eager fingers always won out, poking and prodding, it never took much before all control went out the window. The difference of course was that they were never mean-spirited, misery was never the point. How she longed for those days.
“Tell me something-“ Jai Lin dug vigorously beneath her wailing servant’s petit toes, her words unheard under the piercing laughter. “Do you honestly believe Miss Clark will return? When have you ever known someone to go against us after we’ve…negotiated with them?” Nothing was getting through, instead the bound slave threw her head back and shrieked as nails flittered around her arches. “She is an exceptionally ticklish girl. Even if her own experience wasn’t convincing enough, she saw what happened to her friends. And how quickly she was willing to turn on them, mind you. Miss Clark ran, my dear, she ran and she isn’t coming back because she knows what awaits her.”
Minutes in and the topless servant’s nipples were so stiff they protruded almost an inch out from her breast. Any wholesome thoughts of flirtations with her long lost lover were gone, tickled viciously away by Jai Lin’s devilish claws. All that remained in Aleena’s whirling mind was the dreaded desperation to break free and the terrible certainty of her body’s ever increasing arousal. Trapped between two heightened states of being, both doing their level best to cause as much havoc as possible. A place of internal catastrophe the long suffering slave had been many times, and yet there was never any getting used to it.
“I suppose our little fugitive has had enough of a head start.” The wicked Amazon finally pulled her talons back from the slave’s delicate skin. “I’ll give Mackleroy a call and see if he can’t round her up again. No doubt the Whitmore boy will enjoy getting his hands on her.” Aleena’s head hung, hair dangling around her bright red cheeks as she panted heavily. Jai Lin stood up, continuing her one-sided conversation. “I’ll be back to deal with you later. In the meantime…” She hooked her thumbs under the elastic as the back of the gasping woman’s pants and tugged them down.
A lustful tingle spread between Aleena’s thighs, her hips squirming in response. Feeling her mistress peel the pants down, the increased sense of vulnerability made for a deeply frightening and most unwanted spike in carnal sensation. As Jai Lin tucked the pants in a bunch around her servant’s knees, the nearly nude woman was left in little more than the black g-string panties she was required to wear. Dark as they were, there was still a very noticeable damp patch adorning the front of her underwear, the buxom woman’s shapely cheeks practically bare around the other side.
“I want you to think about what you’ve done.” The towering woman opened one hand and sent her flat palm striking sharply across Aleena’s right ass cheek with an almighty slap.
“Ai!” A shrill cry sent the shocked slave’s head back, the chain rattling as she arched away from the sudden sting.
“Or what you thought it was you were doing.” Jai Lin gave another lightning-spank, right in the same spot and a good bit harder.
“Ai-yyii!” Aleena jolted forward again, the outer edge of her curvaceous cheek already pink.
“Because I promise you-“ Another slap. “You.” Crack. “Have.” Whack. “Failed.”
“Aiieegh!” That one cheek red raw, the yelping brunette’s butt flexed painfully.
And with that Jai Lin strode from the room, a light breeze brushing against Aleena’s stinging butt as the door opened and shut swiftly. Less experienced victim’s of living nightmares tended to think, at that point, their tormentor leaving the room was a good thing. Time to recover, to plot their escape. At the very least it was time they weren’t being actively tortured, which had to be a good thing. Aleena knew better. The waiting itself was punishment, never knowing how long might pass before something happened or what that something might be when it did. It was a thought that kept her libido simmering, just as her mistress knew it would.
Time enough passed for the sorrowful slave to catch her breath. Regaining energy was never good, not really. With luck there were times certain victims could pass out, though in Aleena’s case losing consciousness had happened few and far between. Even on those rare occasions the rest was short lived, she only ever woke to more tickling. How long went by it was difficult to say, time tended to lose meaning when tickled and the room of all-black walls offered no signs. However long it was wasn’t anywhere near long enough as the half naked servant’s butt was still stinging slightly when the door opened again.
“Oh my goooood!” Came a young woman’s excitable voice. Not usually the kind of sound to strike fear in a person’s heart, but for Aleena the giddy tone was apocalyptic.
“There she is!” Another girl cooed. The buxom slave couldn’t bring herself to look back and see just how many of them were piling into the room.
“Aleenaaaaa!” Said a third, each new arrival more gleeful and teasing than the one before. “I can’t believe we’re finally allowed to get our hands on you!”
By way of the shifting light from the open doorway Aleena could tell the precession was not yet done. Looking up as the first of her visitors sauntered around the front of her, the bare-breasted woman’s bottom lip trembled. Ana was the first of them and undoubtedly the last of the harem she wanted to see. A slender Portuguese girl, the olive-skinned brunette had a fearsome reputation for tickling feet that came second only to Jai Lin herself. A second later Tanya Lowe wandered around from the other side, the dark-skinned girl’s wide hips swaying in time with the thick black braids atop her head.
“Aw ‘Leena.” Ana tilted her head to one side, a less-than sympathetic smile across her lips. “You must have done something really naughty for Jai Lin to let us play with you.”
“Girls –girls please-“ Aleena stammered, knowing she had one chance, if that, to talk them into taking a path that didn’t lead toward catastrophe.
“You’re in soooo much trouble!” Tanya grinned.
Darting her eyes back and forth between the two young women, Aleena thought carefully about her next words. Each and every one of Jai Lin’s girls was as much a merciless sadist as they were victims themselves. They all had different reasons for staying at the mansion, some out of fear, some because they’d found enough dominance among the flock to minimize their own suffering. Most of them wanted to live out their fantasies of being the next mistress with her own gaggle of hopelessly ticklish girls. None in the mansion’s history had achieved it yet. Still, Aleena knew it would be a difficult spell to break.
“You don’t have to do this.” She tried and received only wicked smirks in return. “I know Jai Lin better than anyone, she’ll never let you live the lives you want.”
Tanya shot a glance to the sultry young woman beside her. “I’m pretty happy, how about you?”
“I like my life.” Ana shrugged.
Easy for them to say. Tanya had been at the mansion for going on five years, and Ana longer still. Though they had both started at the bottom of the heap, the two cunning women soon maneuvered themselves up through the unofficial ranks and were easily among the most feared few of the bunch. One of the newer girls would have been easier to convince, though the newbies tended to live in fear more than most. Still, however important one might think themselves, no girl lasted at the mansion forever.
“Don’t you ever wonder what happened to the women who came before you?” Aleena’s voice was thick with concern, mostly for her own sanity.
“You mean Maria?” Ana raised an eyebrow.
“Before her.” The near nude slave could hear at least two more women, maybe more, shuffling around near the door. “Maria wasn’t the first. We’ve been doing this a long time. Many had passed through these halls before either of you arrived.”
“Are you going to tell us?” Tanya grinned as the light from the doorway faded and the door clicked shut. “Or do we have to tickle it out of you?”
Aleena shook her head. “You’re probably going to tickle me anyway. But it’s important, you should know this. It happens to all of you sooner or later.” Making a point of meeting their gaze, the bound older woman frowned. “You think you’re free.” She turned her head back a little, just enough to let them know she was addressing the entire room. “You’re no better off than I am, not in the end. Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, they’ve had dozens of girls just like you through here over the years. Every one of them came willingly, or were tricked into thinking they did.”
“Pff.” Tanya gave a tiny scoff as Aleena met her eye. A former student of Sam Lucas’, the curvaceous black girl certainly hadn’t come to the mansion voluntarily her first time.
“Everyone tries to leave for different reasons.” The topless slave continued. “Some of them just disappear. Others are allowed to say their good byes, get a few last tickles in before heading off down the driveway. None of them ever make it off the property.”
“You lie.” Ana said. Curiously her tone sounded more like a question than she might have intended.
In point of fact Aleena was lying, at least a little. Only most of the girls who and come and gone from Jai Lin’s harem never got to leave in the way they wanted. There were a select few who had been allowed to move out into the wider world while still remaining under their mistress’ command. Extraordinary young women who had proved themselves above and beyond for one reason or another. Ana, Tanya and their cohorts didn’t need to know anything about that, however.
“First they’re taken to the dungeons.” Aleena lowered her voice, hoping to properly convey the severity of the most likely fate in store for all the girls. “None of you can be allowed to leave here sane, you understand that don’t you? There are too many secrets that could ruin us.” Her audience of two, and presumably the ones listening behind, furrowed their brows quizzically. “You think you know the dungeons, but you don’t. There are rooms behind rooms and levels below levels. Dark places where Jai Lin and Sam Lucas break any who try to leave this place. It can take weeks.”
“And then what?” Tanya sneered a little in disbelief. “They kill them?”
“Some beg for just that. Our masters are never so merciful.” Adjusting her weight as best she could, the awkwardly aroused woman tried to focus as she knew her small audience were only one wrong word away from tickling her silly. “Once the girls have lost any sense of themselves they’re given away. You might like to think you’d be sold, fine girls like you could fetch a good price, but no. You’re given as gifts to people of influence, anyone Jai Lin might need a favor from.”
A mousy voice squeaked from somewhere back near the door. “She’s just trying to scare us.”
“You should be scared.” Aleena spoke sharply. “You all know Sheriff Mackleroy, he comes by often enough.” And the mustached man had certainly tickled a few of them, the bare foot woman knew. “How many of you have seen his wife?” Blank stares met the question. “No? None of you? That’s because she never leaves the sheriff’s house. Her name is Kelly Wess and a decade ago she was a lot like all of you.” Aleena paused to let the implication set in, to make sure no one questioned it, to allow the truth to bury it’s hooks. “Kelly was one of our more senior girls back then. One of the first, as it happens. Then she turned twenty-five and as many do at that age began to wonder what she was doing with her life.”
Tanya wasn’t quite there yet and continued to frown. Ana was pushing twenty-six though, and the sternness of her expression wavered a touch.
“So Kelly went to Jai Lin and said whatever she said. She wanted to move on, get a job somewhere, make a family, the usual things people do.” Aleena kept her voice steady hoping and hoping hard that the story was sinking in. “We had a little tea party to say farewell. Jai Lin let Kelly have her pick of the girls to torment to her heart’s content and then she left early the next morning. Or so the other girls were told.” No one said a thing, the silent audience was hanging on every word. “Kelly was in the dungeons of course. Naked, eyes covered, mouth taped shut, ears plugged. Sam Lucas was down there too, making her forget her own name.”
Ana swallowed, her mouth a straight line. Whatever she wanted to believe didn’t matter, the truth was right in front of her.
“When they were done, Kelly Wess was a memory.” Aleena sighed as she recalled bathing that poor shell of girl, getting her dressed and ready to present to Sheriff Mackleroy. “Jai Lin gave her away, a more obedient creature you could never find. Now she cooks and cleans for the sheriff, tends to his every need or desire. Mostly…” She paused knowing that Ana, Tanya and the rest had already worked out what she was about to say and probably didn’t want to hear it. “Mostly that confident redhead who used to strut and terrorize these halls serves as Sheriff Mackleroy’s live-in tickle toy.”
A pin dropping would have made for a thunderous clamor. So quiet was the room Aleena wondered if any of the girls were even breathing. They were thinking, she hoped, about their own futures now, about being dragged or tricked into the deepest holes of Jai Lin’s dungeon. Losing their minds in dimly lit rooms that were little better than caves. Then, when nothing remained of themselves, being given like some prize to a horny old man who would paw at their nubile bodies whenever he pleased. Catering with unquestioning obedience to a senator maybe, or a local crime boss, anyone with which Jai Lin wanted to curry favor. She could have bribed them of course, but money was never the point.
“Oh please!” A leggy blonde with an athletic figure appeared between Tanya and Ana. It was Aubrey, one of the twins. “Little ‘Leena would say anything to stop us from tickling her!”
“It’s the truth!” Aleena shook at her chain, her bulbous bare breasts wobbling as she did. “And if you or your sister think coming from money will make a difference you’re sorely mistaken.”
Aubrey sneered and waved a dismissive hand. She and her identical counterpart, Nora, had not even been residents of the mansion for a single year. Nonetheless, the haughty pair of Kentucky teenagers soon walked around like they owned the place. No doubt their dominance among the girls came from their unified approach to tickling, though Jai Lin and Sam Lucas had made the sisters turn on each other more than once. Usually though, the twins were a force to be reckoned with and were more than happy to let everyone know it.
“She’s just trying to get in our heads.” Nora appeared from the left, the difference between her and Aubrey impossible to make out.
“Enough.” Ana was one of the few girls who the twins didn’t dare touch and she wasn’t about to let them take control of the room. “Whether ‘Leena’s telling the truth or not doesn’t matter. Jai Lin asked us to punish her.“ The sultry brunette raised all ten of her long nails into the air. “Lies or truth, it’ll still be the same after we’re done.”
“No! Wait! Don’t you understand?!” Aleena tensed as those nails began to wiggle toward her taut, defenseless torso. “You need to leave! You all need to get out of heiieeiiee!” Someone stroked her side from behind and the giggling older woman jerked her hips in the opposite direction. “Don’t do this! Eeheheii!” Ana dragged a single talon down the fitful slave’s bicep. “I’m not lying! Eeiehaha!” Nora clawed at her supple ribs. “Please no! Aahahiieeee!”
Squirming awkwardly, the helpless captive stifled a sob as the pack of eager girls crowded in close. Through bubbling laughter she wanted to turn back time, to still convince her attackers that running for their lives was best for all of them. Trying to keep her expression serious, Aleena couldn’t help from grinning broadly as more fingers poked and prodded at her hypersensitive flesh. Whoever was behind her ran nails softly up the voluptuous woman’s spine and she felt like it was her first time all over again. A fingertip grazing one nipple served as an instant reminder of how feverishly aroused she already was. Pleading desperately, her voice growing higher in pitch, girlish laughter was quickly overtaking any of the curvy servant’s hard earned composure.
“Speaking of tickle-toys!” Aubrey’s slender fingers clawed at Aleena’s convulsing tummy. “Maybe I can keep you when Jai Lin’s had enough, hmm?”
“Stopahahaha!” Contorting her face, the scantily clad woman shook as what must have been five pairs of hands roamed around her upperbody. “I mean it! Eeehheeheie!”
“Ohh, did you hear that ladies?” Ana danced the tips of her razor sharp claws along the undersides of their victim’s hefty bosoms. “She means it!”
While the svelte Portuguese girl focused on Aleena’s naked breasts and dangerously near her underarms, the other four were doing their best to overwhelm her. Nora evoked a shriek or two as she drilled into their prisoner’s lower ribs, smirking in the same devilish fashion as her twin. The other identical sister kept her hands busy a few inches lower, digging relentlessly at the begging woman’s abdomen. Tanya had her hands in there somewhere too, though in her mirthful state it was impossible for the struggling slave to tell exactly who was doing what. The girl behind her was perhaps the most mischievous of the lot, her rogue fingertips scribbling up and down Aleena’s back and skirting the edges of her waistline.
“Aeeeieieehee!” The spasming servant thrust forward when the hands-behind frolicked across her ass cheeks, including the tender spot where Jai Lin had spanked her. “Y-you have to stahahaap!” Her words came out in a labored wheeze, vocal chords strangled by lust, laughter and anguish.
Of course she knew they wouldn’t stop, their kind never did. Experienced as she was being on the receiving end of tickle torture, Aleena could never hold back from begging. It was true for all the girls who passed through Jai Lin’s mansion, no matter how tough they might eventually consider themselves. There were still lessons to be learned in the way one plead for mercy, the more veteran residents rarely making the same mistakes as new arrivals. Broadcasting that one was about to orgasm, for example, was never a good idea. Even now Aleena felt the urge to warn them, to scream that she would soon climax if her tormentors didn’t cease. The opposite of mercy would be the result. A good sadist never halted to prevent their victim’s suffering, only to prolong it.
“What are you doing back there, Dee?” Ana leaned to look around, her nimble fingers drawing circles at the outer edges of the frenzied woman’s puffy areoles.
“She’s got such a ticklish butt!” Dee, the mystery girl at Aleena’s back, beamed excitedly.
“And what else to I see back there?” The cunning woman turned her head to look directly at their prisoner’s twisting, mournful face. “Some ticklish little tootsies!”
“Nahahaha! NO PLEASE!” Aleena’s dark hair whipped as she shook her head. A rookie fumble, screaming so loud, but the thought of Ana’s nails on her soles sent any rational thought fleeing for the hills.
“Wait, wait…” Tanya dropped to one knee as the Portuguese vixen strolled out of sight. “Let’s get these panties off!”
Squealing helplessly, the older woman continued to struggle as the twins kept their twenty fingers running around her ribs and tummy. Dee’s playful digits hadn’t relented either, all ten of the redhead’s fingertips continuing to run freely around Aleena’s shapely butt cheeks. Knowing the sinister Ana would be on her feet momentarily, all the panicked slave could do was wriggle her hips as Tanya hooked her fingers around either side of her g-string. With the last and practically useless piece of clothing being slid down her quivering thighs, the now nude woman’s arousal swelled to critical levels.
“Horny Little ‘Leena!” Aubrey teased as she leaned back to take in the sight of their slave’s sopping wet pussy. “She’s even wetter than Dee after you feather her tits!”
What, if anything, Dee’s response was to the blonde’s quip, Aleena didn’t know nor care. Her soaked panties around her knees, the naked captive could no longer focus on the girls’ taunts or conversation. Too much was going on and her laughter had grown too loud. Carnal waves crashed within and caused the defenseless woman’s hips to thrust lewdly. Tanya’s hands returned to the fray, her fingertips pinching between Aleena’s thighs and stroking sinfully close to her outer labia. The twins kept up their joint assault and Dee was now eliciting a series of screeches by wiggling her fingers up and down between the bewildered slave’s butt cheeks. All this combined with the knowledge that Ana’s terrible talons must have been drawing ever-closer, it was a recipe for outright pandemonium.
“EEEEIIIYAHAHAHA!” Aleena howled when the first nails crept across her marshmallowy soft heels. Her back arched and her toes curled in tight, laughter bellowing from deep in her belly.
Like putting a drop of blood into a pool of piranhas, the sudden intensity and volume of the bound woman’s laughter spurred the gang of girls into a feeding frenzy. Energized by their victim’s thrashing and wordless cries, the five relentless nymphs upped their speed or strength or whatever would drive Aleena the most insane. Tanya dug her thumbs in deep to the soft spots just inside the nude woman’s hipbones, while Aubrey squished her bare bosoms together and flickered fingertips across her rigid nipples. Nora’s rib tickling went from pokes and prods to full-blown lobster-clawing mayhem, a move that made their tickle-toy breathless if she wasn’t already.
Around the other side Dee was doing some clawing of her own, squeezing at the cackling woman’s curvy ass while the muscles and flesh flexed between her fingers in protest. Worst of them all was the one most suited to her evil task; Kneeling behind the ottoman, Ana skillfully swept her long nails all over Aleena’s deathly ticklish soles, scurrying under her toes and raking viciously across her insteps. There might have been less girls than that first traumatic time all those year before, but these five knew far better what they were doing and enjoyed their wicked deeds with a much more hellish glee.
A sheen of sweat coated the berserk slave’s neck, her tendons straining as she screamed. Steamy hot beads trickled down across her collarbone, winding into the creases where her bulbous breasts were pushed upward. Among her thick thighs, Tanya was no longer holding back, her quick digits now spidering across Aleena’s pulsating pussy. Between the fondling of her dripping lips and the teasing of her erect nipples it was a wonder the thrashing older woman hadn’t cum already. Only the harsh tickling of her torso and nightmarish stroking of her silky soles seemed enough distraction to keep the crazed slave teetering on the edge.
For far too long the edge is where they kept her. Like all of Jai Lin’s girls throughout the years each of the five knew how to keep their victim right where they wanted. Some were naturals to begin with, like Aubrey and Nora, Ana too. Others were trained, as had been the case for Tanya and Dee. They knew which buttons to push and which ones not to, all hard lessons taught under the stern tutelage of Sam Lucas or Jai Lin herself. Working as a group the five young women knew just how to work Aleena’s body so she wouldn’t quite climax. The feeling was there, the urge, an unavoidable temptation kept narrowly out of reach. So close she could taste it. So close she could feel the heat of it against her sizzling skin.
“AAAHNNAHAHAHA!” Aleena bellowed mindlessly, gnashing her teeth as sweat poured off of her.
Dee’s bratty fingertips slid easily down between the slave’s wobbling ass cheeks, while slick digits stroked evilly over her nipples. Two more hands kneaded at the maddened woman’s stomach and ribs, clawing the breath out of her in unbridled laughs. Tanya’s speedy strokes ran all over the poor captive’s pussy, stroking softly across every pulsing inch. Out of sight yet very much in mind, Ana took no pause as her wicked nails worked relentlessly across Aleena’s terribly sensitive soles. Her toes spread and keen fingers wiggled underneath, the hellish touch never relenting no matter how much she squeezed or curled back against them.
How long passed the crazed woman had no way of knowing, yet eventually one of Tanya Lowe’s audacious strokes brushed across Aleena’s swollen clit. The swift touch sent a violent shudder up the nude woman’s spine, a sensation that made her gasp loudly before continuing to roar with laughter. A few more torturous minutes dragged by until another soft caress swept over her clit again. The arduous time between each stroke was certainly no accident, only another form of torment. Like blissful previews of what was to come, the buxom black girl kept their prisoner feeling like she was finally going over the edge. Dipping her toes into the raging waters of primal release, as it were, only to be pulled back at the last possible second.
In all the lunacy and ticklish turmoil, Aleena thought back again to the tale of Kelly Wess. She wondered then if the five girls hadn’t been instructed to begin the same process, to at long last take her beyond the breaking point. The once dutiful slave had been pushed against that wall many times, even felt it tear, but Jai Lin always relented before it collapsed completely. Staring into the abyss of her own sanity, it was an abominable line of thought that only came to an end by another of Tanya’s fingertips sliding across her clit. This time however the finger came back, her helpless laughter turning to hoarse moans.
“Don’t you cum!” Ana called from behind as she raked all ten of her nails slowly down from the bare foot woman’s heels to her toes. It was a favourite game within the mansion, threatening further punishment for something a victim had no say in. No control over. Often it was something the victim even desired, mind and body fighting furiously against one another to avoid the unavoidable. “I’m going to tickle your feet until midnight if you cum!”
“AUHH! IIEEEHEEIIHAHA!” Aleena shrieked, the unbearable fondling of her feet only serving to propel her closer and closer toward orgasm.
Tanya flicked the thrashing woman’s clit and flicked it again. The tip of her finger vibrated quickly, no longer leaving the erect nubbin alone. With her free hand the dark haired sadist spidered five fingers across Aleena’s trembling taint, the maniacal woman’s thighs shaking violently in response. So wet was the slave’s salivating pussy that her labia, thighs, tickled-taint and even Miss Lowe’s hand were drenched. Thick, winding streams of liquid lust drizzled down to between the moaning servant’s shaky knees, her entire naked body quaking from the continuous overload of sensation.
Roaring cries of carnality were coming as often as squealing laughter now, the two powerful forces both dueling for supremacy. Aleena’s face contorted and twisted, her eyes widening when the tickling took hold and clenching shut whenever lust spiked through her loins. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and down stretched cheeks, throwing her head back and straining furiously. Just as soon as she’d ridden a second of wanton shame the laughter came back with a vengeance, fingers spidering across every hopelessly sensitive nerve. Sadly, one underlying thought followed her, that even when the inevitable did happen it would not be the end.
“HNGH!” Aleena’s hips snapped forward sharply and her back arched. “HNNNGH! AAAUUHH!” She screeched, then froze, her mouth in a wide O-shape as the five girl’s fingers continued to do their evil deeds.
The first orgasmic burst gushed over Tanya’s hand, squirting unceremoniously across her collarbone and breasts. Stomach tensing hard, the loudly moaning slave lurched forward, her hands clawing aimlessly at the shirt that was bunched around them. As Aleena’s toes spread Ana took the chance to frolic her nails underneath, and the climaxing prisoner let out a piercing scream as she continued to cum. Another deluge of liquid-release splashed across Tanya’s hand and arm, the majority coating her ample cleavage. By the third wave the kneeling girl was starting to look like a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest, her erect nipples poking through the damp fabric. Taking the drenching as an apparent invitation, the busty young woman leaned forward and replaced the wiggling of her finger with the ravenous licking of her tongue.
“AAHHNNNNNN!” Gritting her teeth, Aleena spasmed fitfully as Tanya’s soft lips engulfed her steaming hot pussy. With the full width of her long wet tongue the devilish girl lapped at the trapped slave’s clit, forcing a second orgasm before the first had even started to subside.
Relieving as it was to finally cum, there was no mercy in Tanya’s oral assault, her hands proving as much by not keeping idle. Scurrying behind Aleena’s knees, the brown-eyed girl’s ten fingers scribbled up the backs of her thighs. Once upon the squishy crease where the curvy captive’s legs met her shapely butt cheeks, those ten fingers dug in, running wild along the underside of her ass. Taking a cue from her friend’s playbook, Dee joined in on the triple-attack technique by bringing her mouth into the equation too. Letting her fingers dance merrily out across Aleena’s bouncing ass, the frisky redhead licked down from her tailbone and wriggled her tongue deep inside the hysterical slave’s crack.
Not ones to ever be left out, the twins hungrily followed suit. Wrapping their full red lips around Aleena’s rigidly erect nipples, the sisters’ hot breath caused her large bosoms to tingle intensely. Through a mix of sucking, licking and gentle nibbles the two statuesque blondes feasted upon their toy’s alarmingly ticklish breasts as she howled through one orgasm after another. Like Tanya and Dee, Aubrey and Nora’s hands were not inactive either, both of the indistinguishable girls clawing and digging at the older woman’s ribs and heaving tummy.
Last but not least, Ana jumped on the ravenous bandwagon as well. Curling forward, the dreadfully skilled girl began by biting gently at her prey’s upturned left heel. Slender fingers still crawled all over Aleena’s vulnerable arches, toes and insteps, even as the Portuguese devil’s tongue flickered into the center of her sole. Switching from one foot to the other, the sinister woman’s oral abilities were every bit as terrifying as her digits. With all five girls now sucking, biting and licking at her, their fifty collective fingers poking, prodding and stroking, it was Ana’s tongue snaking between her toes that sent Aleena reeling into a third backbreaking climax.
When the troublesome gang finally relented, peeling their lips away and leaving their slave a sticky, soaked mess, the poor woman dangled breathless. Long strands of dark hair stuck to her glossy skin, her face and neck a dark exhausted red. Small whimpers shuddered from Aleena’s lips as her body rocked from mindless panting. Where she was, why she was there, who had been tickling her and for how long, the shattered slave could no longer wrap her mind around any of it. Only two things existed in her world anymore, tickling and waiting to be tickled.
Light cast across Aleena’s teary vision long before she had regained much sense. She didn’t know what was happening, nor did she want to. Aubrey took hold of the older woman’s chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look upon the eager-eyed blonde’s nubile face. With her free hand the haughty heiress wiped tears from the bound slave’s aching cheeks, her coy smirk becoming eerily clearer.
“Look ‘Leena…” Aubrey forced the ravaged woman to turn her head. The door was open. Nora, Tanya, Ana and Dee were all standing, all grinning and chatting and welcome a line-up of other girls who were filing into the room. “More friends!”
Chapter Six: A Short Walk in a Pretty Garden
Six months later in the elevator of Jai Lin’s mansion, Emma Clark stood alongside Madam Ui, with whom she held an uneasy alliance, and the now liberated Aleena. Though now freed, the buxom former prisoner confided that she was still not yet certain her betrayal had been altogether worth what followed. As she told it, the past half year had not been at all easy. On top of her initial punishment that involved a crowd of young women and a small, dark room, free reign had been given by Jai Lin for the mansion residents to do with Aleena whatever they well pleased.
In the time between Emma’s escape and her eventual return, the shapely slave had been tickled almost every day. Upon hearing this, of course, the guilt-ridden redhead couldn’t help but feel more than a little titillated. The thought of that poor woman surrounded by giddy girls intent on making her squeal daily sent a flutter in the journalist’s tummy. With each new detail from Aleena’s plump lips, Emma found herself forgetting why they were wandering up the illustrious stairs and entering the elevator to begin with. Having just seen many of the offending women laying bound and helpless down in the foyer didn’t help any either. It was all the freckled-faced girl could do not to suggest running back down there and unleashing a barrage of ticklish revenge, if for no other reason than her own sinful desires.
Around the time they reached the third floor, Aleena was explaining how most of her days had gone the past six months. If she were lucky she might get a full night of sleep, though unlike before her treachery the girls of Jai Lin’s mansion now had access to her private quarters at any time. It was not unusual, she explained, to be woken late at night by two or more randy young women looking to tickle her silly. Despite the protections Aleena used to enjoy being abolished, she was still required to perform her daily tasks. Preparing Jai Lin’s meals, organizing chore schedules, arranging equipment maintenance and numerous other jobs were made all the more difficult by random bouts of being pawed and poked at. More than once she had spilled drinks, dropped folded laundry, messed up the mail or been made tardy because the girls saw fit to goose her ribs. Naturally, her mistress punished the weary slave for any imperfections, and so on the misery went.
“Just yesterday I was trying to help one of the girls set up a new TV.” Aleena tapped a series of numbers into a brightly lit keypad beside the elevator door. With every move she made the curvy older woman continually looked back over one shoulder in the most nervy fashion, almost as if she was constantly expecting to be attacked. “I was trying to keep it steady while she mounted it to the wall. We almost had it until Maria came by. She’s tied up downstairs now, by the way.” The code successful, the elevator continued it’s gradual ascent toward the fourth floor. “She started tickling me and I couldn’t keep still. Of course I dropped the TV, it broke, and Jeong –the girl whose TV it was- blamed me. Not that she needed a reason to come after me, but then both of them had me on the floor in stitches.”
“I’m so sorry.” Emma said grimly. She meant it too, even though the apology was somewhat marred by a slight irritation for having missed the show.
“Well, you’re here now.” Aleena kept her back to the wall as the elevator slowed to the fifth floor. “Hopefully this will be the end of it.”
Madam Ui took a firm step toward the doors. “I assure you it will.” She held her chin a little higher as the elevator opened. “Jai Lin’s time in the sun is over.” And with that she strode purposely out into a hallway, the doors sliding smoothly shut behind her.
“What is ‘The Garden’, Aleena?” Emma had almost forgotten about the mysteriously mentioned place. Only on the verge of discovery did she finally focus enough from bound women and sadistic stories to properly ask about it. Certainly it was no ordinary garden, implied heavily from the reverent hushed tone with which Aleena spoke of it.
“I’m not trying to keep you in suspense.” The older woman said as they neared the final stop at the rooftop. “It’s just easier to understand if you see it for yourself.”
When the doors opened a moment later the first thing Emma saw was, in fact, a rooftop garden. Framed by the elevator, a vast variety of lush greenery filled the space. So dense and tall was the miniature jungle nothing much could be seen beyond it’s first few feet. A small cobble path was all that separated the exit and the beginning of the foliage. Aleena stepped out, looking back over her shoulder as she did. With a slight nod she motioned for her nervous savior to follow. For the briefest moment the weary redhead paused, suddenly fearing that whatever lay within would be too much even for her.
Braving the unknown, Emma gingerly stepped out onto the cobbles, her eyes darting every which way. Stretching out to either side from the elevator doors were white walls, the uneven path cornering at each end and disappearing behind trees and shrubbery. From viewing anywhere on the ground the roof of Jai Lin’s mansion appeared to slant upward as normal as any other Victorian style manor. Evidently where an attic might have usually been was instead an open space, the sky above clear and the large rectangular area filled with exotic plant life.
“This way.” Aleena wandered leftward.
Picking up her pace, Emma made a point of catching up. As the two women rounded the corner the unmistakable sound of strained, muffled laughter turned her attention toward the mass of greenery on her right. “What’s that noise?” The freckle-faced girl asked dumbly, knowing full well the answer.
“We’ll get there. First…“ Pointing to the high wall running along their left side, the former slave drew her guest’s focus away from the looming jungle and sounds of distant mirth. Stretching along the first two-thirds of the wall were half a dozen large glass windows, all spaced apart by a foot or so of wall. All the same size, the windows stood at least three quarters of the way up the wall and were each roughly three or four times the width of the elevator. Moving closer, Emma could see small electrical panels on the wall to the left of every window. Closer still and it became eerily clear that what was behind the windows were rooms. “I knew you’d want to see this.”
Moving a trembling hand over her open mouth, the hesitant journalist wasn’t so sure she wanted to see anything at all. Feeling her knees weaken and not in a good way, Emma slowly took one uneasy step after another. The room behind the first pane of glass was fairly spacious for what it was, at least so far as prison cells went. In the far back corner was a white door, the remainder of the back wall taken up by a fixed single-wide bed. A TV was mounted to the wall and there was a bookshelf to the left. Along the right side stood an antique looking dresser and a full-height mirror beside it. Then, sitting upon a stool before the mirror was the room’s buxom blonde occupant. She wore tight short-shorts, a very revealing halter-top and little else.
“Jennifer Lantree.” Aleena stood immediately to Emma’s right. “You might be more familiar with her alter ego; Honey Combes?”
“Uhh…” Frozen speechless, the curly haired girl couldn’t produce more than a slight squeak, let alone think clearly.
“Jennifer made quite a name for herself in the adult film industry a couple of years ago.” The older woman spoke with the most solemn of tones. “Skyrocketed to success.” She sighed before continuing. “Until her director tricked her into making a fetish film. I’m sure you can guess which fetish.”
“She’s…” Emma managed to force a tense, wavering word. “…a prisoner?”
“Disappeared off the face of the planet shortly after the film came out.”
“….why?”
Aleena pursed her lips and shrugged. “Jai Lin took a liking to her. Sam Lucas picked Jennifer up, and she’s been held here ever since. A little over a year now.”
“This…this is…” Staring down the wall to the five other large windows, the fiery haired girl felt nauseas. Her breath quickened as she spoke. “They…they…”
“They tickle them, yes.” The mournful servant looked upon the poor woman behind the glass with what must have been a very familiar sense of empathy. “Their evil is never enough, you understand? Jai Lin and Sam Lucas have gotten away with unspeakable things for so long. That’s why I wanted you to see this. So you could know that whatever guilt you might end up with after all this is done, whatever wickedness you think you should be blamed for, it was all in service of doing something greater. Something truly good.”
“I hope you’re right.” Emma lowered her hand from her mouth. She thought back to Hannah, tied to her own bed. Whatever good ended up coming from any of it would always be marred by her crimes.
“I want you to keep in mind what I just said.” Aleena turned to continue down the path. “It’s important you remember the good you’re doing here.”
Behind the second window was a cell similar to the first, and another unwilling occupant. Though they didn’t stop to look, Emma couldn’t help but steal a glance at the woman within. Morbid curiosity she supposed, or that perverse darkness in her that dreamed of keeping her own private prison full of hyperticklish inmates. Another blonde, her hair casting a great mane down her back, the second inmate must have been twenty years older and nearly a foot taller than the first. She wore sweat pants and a singlet, her arms and ample chest covered in colourful tattoos. Just before reaching the third cell, Emma’s swirling mix of remorse, regrets and lust drove her to picture the captive Amazon bound and helpless, her stony expression instead replaced by a most involuntary grin.
“Some of them have been here much longer.” Stopping by the third window, Aleena’s face took on an even more forlorn expression than usual. “I am really very sorry to be the one to show you this.”
“What are you-“ Eyes fixed on her guide, the voluptuous girl stood side-on to the glass, not wanting to turn her head. She flicked her gaze quickly left, then back to Aleena, the older woman’s brow furrowing deeper. Swallowing loudly, Emma let out a trembling breath before slowly turning her head toward the cell.
Sat near the head of the bed, knees curled up to her bare breasts, was a slender fair-skinned woman with auburn hair. She wore nothing besides tight-fitting jeans, which seemed strange, but in the face of everything else her attire barely made for a footnote. Despite the two women standing outside her room looking in, the 30-something year old kept her focus on the TV, all sound muted by the glass. Emma stared for a long moment, confused by the strange familiarity of the prisoner’s profile. If her hair were longer maybe, down to the small of her back instead of her shoulders, and if she were a few years younger too, she could have easily been someone from the past. Perhaps if the captive smiled or looked remotely cheerful instead of a shell of whoever she used to be there might have been a striking resemblance to-
“Miss…Stonewood?” Emma whispered.
“I’m afraid so.” Aleena’s voice was not much louder than the shaken young woman beside her. “Some of them are here because Jai Lin simply wanted them, like Jennifer Lantree. Most of them, though, they’re here because they ran afoul of this place. Caused some offence or went against the powers that be. Sara here-“ She nodded to the destitute redhead behind the glass. “-she did just that. You’d have been neighbors, if you hadn’t escaped.”
A whimpering, shuddery breath slowly drained from Emma’s lips. Just like that the fantasy of holding other people prisoner, or being held prisoner herself, no longer felt so appealing. Faced with the bold reality of it, looking upon the result of what had once been a gleeful, vibrant young woman in Sara Stonewood, it was an altogether new degree of horror. Knowing now that she had narrowly avoided the same fate, the freckle-faced journalist stood in silent shock. Somewhere through the trees, near the far end of the garden, muffled laughter continued. Emma imagined spending the last six months in a cell, nothing but TV, books and the dread of never knowing when she would next be tickle tortured to keep her entertained.
“We have to get them out.” Stepping up to the large window, the fearful girl tapped the bottom of her fist against the glass and looked frantically around at the edges.
“Not yet.” With a tender touch the older woman’s hand cupped around Emma’s forearm and gently pulled her back. “They will be freed today. But it cannot be yet.”
“She’s been in there for years!” Emma snapped, jabbing a pointed finger toward the topless woman in the cell.
“I know.” The normally timid woman spoke with a disarming sternness. “Within the hour we will let them free. For now it is not safe.”
More confusion crossed the redhead’s already distressed face. She and Aleena had one another locked in unblinking stares. “Safe?”
“Come.” The shapely woman turned to carry on down the hellish path. “We are almost to the end.”
“I’m not sure I want to see what’s next.” Emma looked back to Miss Stonewood as she followed on.
“It’s not your fault, Emma.” Aleena approached the fourth window.
“What-“
Wendy Starr sat inside the fourth room. A block of ice formed within Emma’s chest and dripped freezing droplets into her stomach. Guilt was no longer a strong enough word. Opening her mouth slowly, the shapely young woman felt tears brimming at the edges of her eyes. At a first glance Wendy looked content enough, sitting cross legged upon a cushion on the floor with a book open before her. She wore grey sweatpants, fluffy slippers and a tight white singlet. A cozy scene, were it not for the lack of freedom and being forced to endured months of routine tickle torture.
“Wendy…sh-she…she never…” Stammering uselessly, the shell-shocked journalist felt a tear roll down one cheek.
“Did anything?” The older woman finished her young companion’s sentence. “That wasn’t the way Jai Lin saw it, not that it would have mattered. Even if Wendy hadn’t talked to you I think she’d still be here. After your escape they had no chance.”
“…They?” Emma turned back toward the dark haired servant. “Oh god, Deena!” She rushed toward the fifth window.
Sure enough Deena Tripp was in the next cell, though she was not the Deena anyone would have remembered. Where the once rebellious woman once wore heavy lace up boots, leather jackets and metal-band t-shirts, she was now adorned with a perversely colourful outfit. Dancing and twirling to music that could not be heard, the pale-skinned girl tip-toed in bright ballet shoes and a frilly pink tutu. Her long legs bare, a white leotard completed the ensemble, the thin material so tight around her hourglass figure that it showed off most of her lower butt. As if there were any doubt, a pair of long pigtails in Deena’s raven-black hair confirmed her new look was not voluntary.
With one final, flamboyant pirouette, the slender prisoner spun toward the window and took a graceful bow. As she came up from the showy maneuver the green eyed girl slowly looked upon Emma until their eyes met. Stopping halfway back to standing, Deena paused, her brow slowly sinking inward. Over the course of several tense seconds the dancer’s stoic expression morphed from an emotionless glare to seething rage. Springing forward, the furious girl lunged toward the glass with such speed that her freckle-faced onlooker couldn’t help but take a couple of stumbling steps backward.
Turned to hollow thumps by the thick glass, Deena pounded the bottoms of her fists against the window. Yelling angrily in muted silence the enraged captive didn’t break eye contact as she mouthed what was definitely a string of obscenities. Another tear trickled down the redhead’s cheek as she watched her former partner in crime’s fury, the hatred in her glare cutting deep. Like a rabid animal caged, spittle painted the window near Deena’s wide open mouth, the glass fogging slightly from her hot breath. Face red and teeth bared, in that moment she was a creature of pure loathing. Emma could hardly blame her.
“So you see.” Aleena placed that same caring touch on the curly haired girl’s shoulder. “If we were to let them out now, with you here, things would not go well.”
“I...I’m sorry.” Was all the frightened girl could manage as she was slowly guided away.
“One more stop.” The voluptuous Pakistani woman took Emma’s hand and lead her further down the cobbled path.
Rattled to her core by all she’d just seen, the overwhelmed girl passed the sixth and final window without looking in. As they neared the last stretch of their narrow path the dense, high-grown plant life fell away. Turning to knee high flower bushes and other assorted small greenery, a wide open space made up the remainder of Jai Lin’s secret rooftop garden. Without the taller plants between them the muffled laughter suddenly became significantly louder. Looking up from her shoes, Emma followed the desperate sounds across a sea of flowerbeds to the helpless, tormented source.
A few feet in front of the furthest wall, otherwise blank save for a single small doorway, were two large wooden chairs. Each chair was fixed to the ground amongst the soft grass underneath, heavy wooden frames mercilessly unmoving. Lined with leather cushion, each chair had a back that rose up much higher than necessary. The seats were similarly elongated, stretching out far enough for even a considerably tall person to stretch their legs without having their shoes hang off the ends. Unfortunately for the identical occupants of each chair, neither of them were wearing shoes.
Held in place by cuffs around their wrists, two completely naked blonde women sat with their arms bound high above their heads. Impossible to tell apart, the pair of Barbie-like twenty-somethings both shook their heads madly, faces contorting in ticklish agony. Their screaming laughter stifled by thick red ball gags, the well-toned sisters bounced and struggled helplessly, their large bare breasts jiggling in the open. As they fought for freedom to no avail, Emma’s eyes leered over their long kicking legs to the cause of their woeful predicament.
At the end of each chair the twins’ feet were strapped firmly in place. Where one could usually count on sacrificing one sole to protect the other, the two nude sisters couldn’t move either foot even the tiniest amount. In a stroke of cruelty that Emma hadn’t considered even in her darkest imaginings, all ten of each girls’ toes were tied back with a short length of severely thin string. Their toes forcibly spread, neither of the hysterical blondes could do so much as wriggle their ankles while their taut, creamy soles were endlessly tickled.
Sat upon a small stool between the two wailing girls was another young blonde woman. Unlike her more statuesque victims, the comely looking tormentor had a much curvier figure and shorter stature. Accentuating her voluptuous features, the bosomy girl wore the same tight-white catsuit common among Jai Lin’s harem. With her back to the wider garden, the shapely girl appeared blissfully unaware of anything but the cruel task at hand as she continued running five fingers each over the spasming sisters’ vulnerable feet.
“A-hem.” Aleena pretended to clear her throat as she veered from the cobbled path onto the grass. The buxom sadist didn’t respond, utterly fixated on scribbling her digits between the twins’ painfully ticklish toes. Emma could hardly blame her. “A-hem!”
“Wha…?” Turning to look back over one shoulder, the youthful torturer’s round cheeks made for a kindly visage. With a single blue streak in her locks that dangled at one side of what could have easily been mistaken for a sweet-natured face, her whole demeanor stood in stark contrast to the terror of her actions. “Oh Aleena!” Looking passed the former slave to the redhead behind, she didn’t once slow the dancing of her fingertips. “Have you bought me another pet?”
“Not today, Romey.” The older woman frowned. “It’s over. You need to come with us.”
“Over?” Romey smiled like the quintessential girl next door. In the same moment she raked five fingernails down one of the sisters’ arches, a move that made the poor girl’s eyes bug out and screech in a deafening pitch. “You’re not replacing me. I’ve been doing a good job, Jai Lin said so herself.”
“No one’s replacing you, Romey.” Aleena strode across the last few feet between them and snatched the blonde’s hand away from the squealing sister’s soles. “It’s over, all of it. We’re done, Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, The Garden, this whole place.”
“What are you talking about?” Finally stopping her assault on the remaining twin, the busty girl pulled her hand from the freed-woman’s grip and stood up. “Haven’t you had a hard enough time lately, now you want to pull this nonsense? You’re going to end up here with me if you’re not careful, Aleena.”
“She’s not lying.” Emma moved forward, trying her best to ignore the gasping sisters and their stiff, naked nipples. “My name is Emma Clark and six months ago I escaped this fucking place.” Romey’s wholesome features wavered toward a look of somewhat curious concern. If nothing else she recognized the redhead’s name. “I’ve come back now as I promised I would, and I’m not alone. Most of your housemates are already tied up downstairs and we have men searching for what’s left.”
Working her way around the stool that stood between them, Aleena’s voice returned to it’s usual comforting tones. “It’s best you come with us now. You don’t want the men catching you, believe me.”
“S…screw you.” The busty girl took a step back, her eyes darting uncertainly between the two women who’d interrupted her devilish fun. “Screw you both! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get up here? How much I had to go through before I got the keys to The Garden?”
“Romey, don’t be silly-“ Putting up an open palm, the older woman pressed at the air in a calming gesture. Before the recoiling blonde could be convinced to calm down a heavy, rapid beat drew all three women’s attention toward the sky. From the right side and much too close for comfort came a deathly black helicopter, it’s thunderous sound sweeping over them and blowing leaves and hair wildly about.
“What the hell?!” Emma ducked instinctively, her words lost under the booming noise as she covered her head with both hands.
As quickly as it had come the helicopter was gone, disappearing over the left side wall. Standing back to full height, the freckle-faced journalist brushed hair from her face and blinked bewilderingly. Aleena was doing much the same, pulling a stray leaf from her long dark locks. Evidently just as confused as one another, the two women looked around in a panic only to realize there were indeed now only two of them left standing.
“Romey?” The former slave looked over Emma’s shoulder. Following her gaze, the weary younger woman turned just in time to see the buxom blonde torturer slipping through the small door at the back wall. “Romey!” Too late, the door clicked shut leaving the would be capturers alone on the roof with the still-restrained twins.
“Should we go after her?” Taking a step toward the door, the hesitant redhead looked back.
“Never mind her.” Aleena’s eyes narrowed. “That helicopter…it wasn’t one of yours, was it?”
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