Nylon Dungeon 2.0 Part 4 (F/M, sexual, denial & even more fiendish women in nylon)
Hi all - got round to the latest instalment of Nova Dea tickling fun. I hope some of you like it (Cowboy18 - I even managed to squeeze in your request for some fur). Any feedback positive or negative I’d love to hear it as just like everyone else it’s the comments that keep us writing. Love to all of you but extra special love to the nylon tickling fanatics - you know who you are K x
Nylon Dungeon 2.0 Part 4
“And worst of all they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of a night-gaunt”
At the Mountains of Madness - HPL
“Release him! I want the stockings removed and the prisoner cleaned up and returned to my personal punishment chamber in one quarter of an hour,” barked Commissar Lycacheva to the two security personnel. Former Senator David Baxter found himself being untied, stripped of the dreadful stockings and escorted to a shower. Several pairs of soap-sudded hands slowly washed the residual itching and tickling feelings from his legs and feet which was a blissful release but did nothing for his raging libido. Naked, and with the ever present threat of a bullet in the back he was escorted by nylon clad guards through the complex to a door marked with what looked the mathematical sign for pi (it was in fact the thirteenth letter of the Cyrillic alphabet - “L”).
The inside the large room was opulently decorated in a style that would not have shamed Tsar Nicholas II and dominated by an elaborate ebony four poster bed. The numerous pots, vases and displays of feathers made him distinctly nervous. He was again restrained spreadeagled on the bed but with his ankles locked in integrated fur lined stocks. The mirror on the ceiling reflected back his hopeless situation. There he was left, gagged and contemplating his fate.
He did not have long to wait. Comissar Ekaterina Lycacheva stalked into the room in a tight fitting iridescent black basque and sheer deep black stockings. She towered over the restrained former Senator and smiled down cruelly at him. “I see they have made you comfortable - it’s my job to change that! I hope you like my little playroom, it’s modelled on an actual pre-revolution boudoir in the Winter Palace. I could entertain you for hours with tickling stories from my motherland, from Catherine the Great to the terror of the Cheka, the NKVD and even today’s FSB. We have a long and glorious relationship with the gentlest of tortures but enough words you require a more practical demonstration!” The Commissar donned a black and gold veil, so only her smoking, vengeful eyes were visible and seated herself comfortably in a chair at the foot of the bed.
David could see her every movement in the mirror above him which made the anticipation even worse. She efficiently slipped a pair of black silk opera gloves on to each arm. Punishment gloves, but of the Commissar’s own personal design. Whilst her underlings gloves were tipped with feathers, the Commissars had baroque silver talons sewn into each finger. She started by slowly running the tips over the balls of his heels. The reaction was instantaneous. His ineffectual attempts to thrash away from her increased as did the muffled shrieking from behind the gag. After endless minutes the Commissar started to concentrate on his left foot. She lovingly trailed the talons up and down the sides of her victims foot. Sometimes swirling around the thin skin of his ankle bone or caressing the more fleshy top of his foot all the way to his toe stems. Never speaking. Never stopping.
David was literally going insane. The tickling serum had increased the sensitivity of his feet 10 fold and the claws were pure hell. Somehow through the tickling torture he managed to form the coherent though “She’s not even touched the soles of my feet yet!”
The Commissar used her left had to hold back his toes and began trailing the silver tipped point of her index finger from the ball of his foot and down the super sensitised arch. Over and over and over, varying the path subtly each time. David roared ineffectually into his gag, his engorged member bouncing up and down as he tried anything to escape. Without warning Lycacheva deployed all five talons, lightly scratching the full length of his arch. Tracing every wrinkle and straining tendon. Deaf to the incoherent pleas of her prisoner she switched to methodically rippling her claws over the base of his toes before relentlessly repeating the process on his right foot. The former Senator was a sweat slicked wreck as the expert tickle torture consumed him. One hour had passed.
3 floors away Daniel Fewster was “enjoying” his second session of the day. He was suspended naked by his wrists from the ceiling in well padded restraints that minimised the pressure on his joints. At full stretch the tips of his toes dangled 4 feet from the ground. His ankles had been loosely tied together with a length of silk rope. Two sofas had been placed directly beneath him. He had no idea what these mad women had in store for him but he didn’t doubt it would be hellish. The doors slid open and two women entered. The first was fiery red head wearing a sheer back nylon bodysuit that gave tantalising glimpses of her large round nipples. The second was a petite Asian in a thong, peakaboo bra and glossy black hold ups. They both smiled mischievously at their prey. Daniels cock twitched involuntarily at the sight of their nylon covered flesh.
“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel look at you all hot and horny and all ours!” Exclaimed the red head. “I’m Cindy and this is my friend Lyn. We are your entertainment for the next couple of hours. We are going to put a smile on that face of yours! I hope you like my super sheer body stocking, I put it on just for you,” she ran her hands over her nylon covered breasts making that unmistakable rasping sound. Or if you are more of a stockings kinda guy then Lyn chose these glossy back hold ups just for you!”
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME YOU FIENDS!? I SWEAR I’ll never criticise the regime AGAIN!” entreated Daniel. “We know my sweet,” smiled Cindy but we don’t believe your remorse is anywhere near complete so we are just going to have to tickle and tease you until we are convinced!” Ignoring his pleas, his tormentors reclined on the sofas directly below his dangling body. “I forgot to tell you Lyn and I are both expert foot ticklers which is not so great for you as we have chemically increased the ticklishness of your feet by a factor of ten!” Daniel instinctively drew his legs up to his chest to take his defenceless feet out of reach of the threat beneath him. Cindy pouted, “Oh Daniel you are no fun! How are we supposed to reach all the way up there to torture you? Oh well, I guess we will just have to wait and let gravity do it’s work! And just in case you get bored hanging around up there let me introduce you to our wonderful furbies!” Lyn pressed a button on a remote control and several metal arms emerged from the wall behind Daniel. Each was tipped with a ball of fuzzy fur. Two of the spheres positioned themselves either side of Daniels erect head, the other two on the underside of his tight balls. At a second click of the remote they buzzed into life spinning and buzzing. The pleasure was intense and Daniel let out a long exasperated groan. The furry material rotated over his desperate cock and tantalised the sensitive skin of his scrotum. The arms constantly readjusted the position and pressure of each “furbie”.
Daniel was moaning with unrequited pleasure in no time. It didn’t tickle but it was intensely sexually frustrating and what was worse it was distracting him from keeping his feet out of reach of the evil women positioned underneath him. Slowly the combination of sexual stimulation and tiredness caused his legs to drop as he panted and moaned. “Oooh Lyn! It looks like Daniel wants us to tickle his feet after all!” Lyn began lightly playing her manicured nails over the sole of his right foot. Daniel shrieked, “AEEEI HAA HA NOOOAAAAA!” And instantaneously crunched his abs and pulled his feet out of reach. “Spoilsport!” laughed Cindy. “You’ll be back for more in no time, I have lots of feathers and brushes to try on you, Lyn is old fashioned and let’s her finger nails do the talking!”
Daniel was beginning to shake with exhaustion. Gravity was inexorable and the devilish furbies were driving him wild. Once more he dropped his legs. Lyn resumed tickling his right arch with her deadly nails whilst Cindy swept a stiff feather over the base of his toes all from the comfort of their respective sofas. “AAAHAHA HA HA PLLLEEEAAAZZE NO HHAAAA HEE GOOOD NOOAAAA HEEEE AAAAGH!” But despite the ticklish torture being inflicted on his insanely sensitive feet he didn’t have the energy to pull himself out of his captors clutches. “Do you like my feather on your toes Daniel? What’s worse the feathering or Lyn’s nails on your arch?”
“This is TORTURHA HA HAAA EEEEAAH HEE HA STAAAAAAAP PLEHEHEHEEAAZEE!” Begged the desperate Daniel as the feathers’ tip licked at his hyper ticklish nerve endings. After a minute of toe feathering on his left foot and spider tickling on his right sole he managed, with a super human effort, to raise his legs once more. “Yoooouuu’ll be baaaaack,” purred Cindy discarding her feather for a sable tipped paint brush. It didn’t take long for gravity to prevail again, assisted by the relentless pleasuring of his cock and balls by the furbies. Lyn used Daniel’s increasingly weakened state to hold back the toes of his right foot to access the tender skin underneath with her infernal finger nails. Cindy meanwhile was using her paintbrush to tickle between each toe on his left foot which drove him to new levels of madness. “I think he likes my brush between his toes Lyn!” exclaimed Cindy. The torture continued for nearly five minutes before Daniel once more made an attempt to escape his tormentors. But it was only a half hearted effort. He was physically spent and the buzzing furry caresses of the furbies were sapping his will.
He once more placed his feet in reach of his torturers. Lyn used both hands to tickle the top and bottom of his right foot simultaneously, sending him into involuntary hysterics. Cindy smiled up at him and brandished a hairbrush and made a great show of slowly raising it to his dangling foot, “I’m sorry Daniel but this is going to be next level torture but we have our orders and what’s a girl to do right?” Cindy played the brush over the ball of his left foot before lightly scrubbing his arch mercilessly. Daniel roared with forced laughter. He was no longer begging, it was all he could do to breathe. The relentless brushing and fingernail tickling continued for another ten minutes. Despite the exquisite and all consuming tickling being visited on his defenceless feet Daniel could not muster the energy to escape. Lyn used this as an opportunity to explore the stems of his toes with her nails whilst Cindy swapped out the hairbrush for a feather which she twirled maddeningly between each of his toes. Daniel did not manage to raise his legs again and had to endure a further ninety minutes of every type of tickling the two beautiful nylon clad tormentresses could devise, damned by the knowledge he could escape at any point but didn’t have the strength to do so.
In room “L” things were not going well for former Senator David Baxter. Having completed her initial exploration of the soles of her prisoner the Commissar had tied back all ten of his toes and stimulated the tips, pads and stems of each toe with her evil silver talons. The muffled bellowing and shrieking from behind the gag reached a new crescendo. When she judged he was close to passing out, she peeled off her punishment gloves and selected two raven feathers from a nearby vase and mounted the bed. She removed the gag from the senators red sweat-streaked face and knelt between his restrained spread eagled legs. “I have removed your gag traitor, so I can hear you beg during the next session. Beg your “gades” for mercy and release, neither of which will be granted!”
“I’ll give you anything! Anything! Money, immunity WHATEVER YOU WANT! No more! NO MORE PLEASE!!” Ignoring him the veiled Commissar surveyed his erect cock, twirling the raven feathers menacingly between her fingers. Wide-eyed David was alternately fixated by the spinning feathers and the deep lacy tops of the predatory woman’s stockings that sent unwanted thrills of sexual pleasure through his straining manhood.
She began by licking the base of his shaft with feathers tips and slowly striping her way upwards towards his head. Repeating this process multiple times whilst David tried to squirm and dissolved into incoherent moans and giggles. On the tenth ascent she lazily dragged the feathers around the ridge of his circumcised head. “Aaaaaieeeeee pleeeeezeeee nooooo moooooooreee you beeeeeeitch!” Wailed David who had never wanted to cum so much in his life. Pausing for effect and to raise a cruel eye brow, Lycacheva placed the tips of both feathers on the mans glans. David’s world stopped. He held his breath consumed by fear and mesmerised by his tormentors eyes. She lightly flicked the two feathers over his tip. David screeched and bucked as if he had been electrocuted. The Commissar shifted her position, straddling his waist making all further movement impossible.
With calculated cruelty she used both feathers to sweep up and down his glans. Never letting the tips loose contact with his most vulnerable of vulnerable spots. “GAAAAAAAAAGGH AAAAAAAaaaaSTTTAAAAAAPPP MERCCCCIIIEEEEEEEE GOOOODDDESSSSSSSS!!!!” Stroke, stroke, stroke, the feathers did their deadly work. After 10 minutes the tips became slick with precum and the Commissar seamlessly swapped them out for a new pair whilst hardly missing a beat. The cock tickling could have lasted for days as far as David knew, in reality it was only an hour with five sets of fresh feathers required. When the Commissar judged that she had edged him to the point of near insanity with her feathery caresses she climbed off the bed and spoke coldly into the intercom, “Have the “former” Senators special guest shown in, I’m sure he will be delighted to receive her!”
To be continued
Hi all - got round to the latest instalment of Nova Dea tickling fun. I hope some of you like it (Cowboy18 - I even managed to squeeze in your request for some fur). Any feedback positive or negative I’d love to hear it as just like everyone else it’s the comments that keep us writing. Love to all of you but extra special love to the nylon tickling fanatics - you know who you are K x
Nylon Dungeon 2.0 Part 4
“And worst of all they never spoke or laughed, and never smiled because they had no faces at all to smile with, but only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to be. All they ever did was clutch and fly and tickle; that was the way of a night-gaunt”
At the Mountains of Madness - HPL
“Release him! I want the stockings removed and the prisoner cleaned up and returned to my personal punishment chamber in one quarter of an hour,” barked Commissar Lycacheva to the two security personnel. Former Senator David Baxter found himself being untied, stripped of the dreadful stockings and escorted to a shower. Several pairs of soap-sudded hands slowly washed the residual itching and tickling feelings from his legs and feet which was a blissful release but did nothing for his raging libido. Naked, and with the ever present threat of a bullet in the back he was escorted by nylon clad guards through the complex to a door marked with what looked the mathematical sign for pi (it was in fact the thirteenth letter of the Cyrillic alphabet - “L”).
The inside the large room was opulently decorated in a style that would not have shamed Tsar Nicholas II and dominated by an elaborate ebony four poster bed. The numerous pots, vases and displays of feathers made him distinctly nervous. He was again restrained spreadeagled on the bed but with his ankles locked in integrated fur lined stocks. The mirror on the ceiling reflected back his hopeless situation. There he was left, gagged and contemplating his fate.
He did not have long to wait. Comissar Ekaterina Lycacheva stalked into the room in a tight fitting iridescent black basque and sheer deep black stockings. She towered over the restrained former Senator and smiled down cruelly at him. “I see they have made you comfortable - it’s my job to change that! I hope you like my little playroom, it’s modelled on an actual pre-revolution boudoir in the Winter Palace. I could entertain you for hours with tickling stories from my motherland, from Catherine the Great to the terror of the Cheka, the NKVD and even today’s FSB. We have a long and glorious relationship with the gentlest of tortures but enough words you require a more practical demonstration!” The Commissar donned a black and gold veil, so only her smoking, vengeful eyes were visible and seated herself comfortably in a chair at the foot of the bed.
David could see her every movement in the mirror above him which made the anticipation even worse. She efficiently slipped a pair of black silk opera gloves on to each arm. Punishment gloves, but of the Commissar’s own personal design. Whilst her underlings gloves were tipped with feathers, the Commissars had baroque silver talons sewn into each finger. She started by slowly running the tips over the balls of his heels. The reaction was instantaneous. His ineffectual attempts to thrash away from her increased as did the muffled shrieking from behind the gag. After endless minutes the Commissar started to concentrate on his left foot. She lovingly trailed the talons up and down the sides of her victims foot. Sometimes swirling around the thin skin of his ankle bone or caressing the more fleshy top of his foot all the way to his toe stems. Never speaking. Never stopping.
David was literally going insane. The tickling serum had increased the sensitivity of his feet 10 fold and the claws were pure hell. Somehow through the tickling torture he managed to form the coherent though “She’s not even touched the soles of my feet yet!”
The Commissar used her left had to hold back his toes and began trailing the silver tipped point of her index finger from the ball of his foot and down the super sensitised arch. Over and over and over, varying the path subtly each time. David roared ineffectually into his gag, his engorged member bouncing up and down as he tried anything to escape. Without warning Lycacheva deployed all five talons, lightly scratching the full length of his arch. Tracing every wrinkle and straining tendon. Deaf to the incoherent pleas of her prisoner she switched to methodically rippling her claws over the base of his toes before relentlessly repeating the process on his right foot. The former Senator was a sweat slicked wreck as the expert tickle torture consumed him. One hour had passed.
3 floors away Daniel Fewster was “enjoying” his second session of the day. He was suspended naked by his wrists from the ceiling in well padded restraints that minimised the pressure on his joints. At full stretch the tips of his toes dangled 4 feet from the ground. His ankles had been loosely tied together with a length of silk rope. Two sofas had been placed directly beneath him. He had no idea what these mad women had in store for him but he didn’t doubt it would be hellish. The doors slid open and two women entered. The first was fiery red head wearing a sheer back nylon bodysuit that gave tantalising glimpses of her large round nipples. The second was a petite Asian in a thong, peakaboo bra and glossy black hold ups. They both smiled mischievously at their prey. Daniels cock twitched involuntarily at the sight of their nylon covered flesh.
“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel look at you all hot and horny and all ours!” Exclaimed the red head. “I’m Cindy and this is my friend Lyn. We are your entertainment for the next couple of hours. We are going to put a smile on that face of yours! I hope you like my super sheer body stocking, I put it on just for you,” she ran her hands over her nylon covered breasts making that unmistakable rasping sound. Or if you are more of a stockings kinda guy then Lyn chose these glossy back hold ups just for you!”
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME YOU FIENDS!? I SWEAR I’ll never criticise the regime AGAIN!” entreated Daniel. “We know my sweet,” smiled Cindy but we don’t believe your remorse is anywhere near complete so we are just going to have to tickle and tease you until we are convinced!” Ignoring his pleas, his tormentors reclined on the sofas directly below his dangling body. “I forgot to tell you Lyn and I are both expert foot ticklers which is not so great for you as we have chemically increased the ticklishness of your feet by a factor of ten!” Daniel instinctively drew his legs up to his chest to take his defenceless feet out of reach of the threat beneath him. Cindy pouted, “Oh Daniel you are no fun! How are we supposed to reach all the way up there to torture you? Oh well, I guess we will just have to wait and let gravity do it’s work! And just in case you get bored hanging around up there let me introduce you to our wonderful furbies!” Lyn pressed a button on a remote control and several metal arms emerged from the wall behind Daniel. Each was tipped with a ball of fuzzy fur. Two of the spheres positioned themselves either side of Daniels erect head, the other two on the underside of his tight balls. At a second click of the remote they buzzed into life spinning and buzzing. The pleasure was intense and Daniel let out a long exasperated groan. The furry material rotated over his desperate cock and tantalised the sensitive skin of his scrotum. The arms constantly readjusted the position and pressure of each “furbie”.
Daniel was moaning with unrequited pleasure in no time. It didn’t tickle but it was intensely sexually frustrating and what was worse it was distracting him from keeping his feet out of reach of the evil women positioned underneath him. Slowly the combination of sexual stimulation and tiredness caused his legs to drop as he panted and moaned. “Oooh Lyn! It looks like Daniel wants us to tickle his feet after all!” Lyn began lightly playing her manicured nails over the sole of his right foot. Daniel shrieked, “AEEEI HAA HA NOOOAAAAA!” And instantaneously crunched his abs and pulled his feet out of reach. “Spoilsport!” laughed Cindy. “You’ll be back for more in no time, I have lots of feathers and brushes to try on you, Lyn is old fashioned and let’s her finger nails do the talking!”
Daniel was beginning to shake with exhaustion. Gravity was inexorable and the devilish furbies were driving him wild. Once more he dropped his legs. Lyn resumed tickling his right arch with her deadly nails whilst Cindy swept a stiff feather over the base of his toes all from the comfort of their respective sofas. “AAAHAHA HA HA PLLLEEEAAAZZE NO HHAAAA HEE GOOOD NOOAAAA HEEEE AAAAGH!” But despite the ticklish torture being inflicted on his insanely sensitive feet he didn’t have the energy to pull himself out of his captors clutches. “Do you like my feather on your toes Daniel? What’s worse the feathering or Lyn’s nails on your arch?”
“This is TORTURHA HA HAAA EEEEAAH HEE HA STAAAAAAAP PLEHEHEHEEAAZEE!” Begged the desperate Daniel as the feathers’ tip licked at his hyper ticklish nerve endings. After a minute of toe feathering on his left foot and spider tickling on his right sole he managed, with a super human effort, to raise his legs once more. “Yoooouuu’ll be baaaaack,” purred Cindy discarding her feather for a sable tipped paint brush. It didn’t take long for gravity to prevail again, assisted by the relentless pleasuring of his cock and balls by the furbies. Lyn used Daniel’s increasingly weakened state to hold back the toes of his right foot to access the tender skin underneath with her infernal finger nails. Cindy meanwhile was using her paintbrush to tickle between each toe on his left foot which drove him to new levels of madness. “I think he likes my brush between his toes Lyn!” exclaimed Cindy. The torture continued for nearly five minutes before Daniel once more made an attempt to escape his tormentors. But it was only a half hearted effort. He was physically spent and the buzzing furry caresses of the furbies were sapping his will.
He once more placed his feet in reach of his torturers. Lyn used both hands to tickle the top and bottom of his right foot simultaneously, sending him into involuntary hysterics. Cindy smiled up at him and brandished a hairbrush and made a great show of slowly raising it to his dangling foot, “I’m sorry Daniel but this is going to be next level torture but we have our orders and what’s a girl to do right?” Cindy played the brush over the ball of his left foot before lightly scrubbing his arch mercilessly. Daniel roared with forced laughter. He was no longer begging, it was all he could do to breathe. The relentless brushing and fingernail tickling continued for another ten minutes. Despite the exquisite and all consuming tickling being visited on his defenceless feet Daniel could not muster the energy to escape. Lyn used this as an opportunity to explore the stems of his toes with her nails whilst Cindy swapped out the hairbrush for a feather which she twirled maddeningly between each of his toes. Daniel did not manage to raise his legs again and had to endure a further ninety minutes of every type of tickling the two beautiful nylon clad tormentresses could devise, damned by the knowledge he could escape at any point but didn’t have the strength to do so.
In room “L” things were not going well for former Senator David Baxter. Having completed her initial exploration of the soles of her prisoner the Commissar had tied back all ten of his toes and stimulated the tips, pads and stems of each toe with her evil silver talons. The muffled bellowing and shrieking from behind the gag reached a new crescendo. When she judged he was close to passing out, she peeled off her punishment gloves and selected two raven feathers from a nearby vase and mounted the bed. She removed the gag from the senators red sweat-streaked face and knelt between his restrained spread eagled legs. “I have removed your gag traitor, so I can hear you beg during the next session. Beg your “gades” for mercy and release, neither of which will be granted!”
“I’ll give you anything! Anything! Money, immunity WHATEVER YOU WANT! No more! NO MORE PLEASE!!” Ignoring him the veiled Commissar surveyed his erect cock, twirling the raven feathers menacingly between her fingers. Wide-eyed David was alternately fixated by the spinning feathers and the deep lacy tops of the predatory woman’s stockings that sent unwanted thrills of sexual pleasure through his straining manhood.
She began by licking the base of his shaft with feathers tips and slowly striping her way upwards towards his head. Repeating this process multiple times whilst David tried to squirm and dissolved into incoherent moans and giggles. On the tenth ascent she lazily dragged the feathers around the ridge of his circumcised head. “Aaaaaieeeeee pleeeeezeeee nooooo moooooooreee you beeeeeeitch!” Wailed David who had never wanted to cum so much in his life. Pausing for effect and to raise a cruel eye brow, Lycacheva placed the tips of both feathers on the mans glans. David’s world stopped. He held his breath consumed by fear and mesmerised by his tormentors eyes. She lightly flicked the two feathers over his tip. David screeched and bucked as if he had been electrocuted. The Commissar shifted her position, straddling his waist making all further movement impossible.
With calculated cruelty she used both feathers to sweep up and down his glans. Never letting the tips loose contact with his most vulnerable of vulnerable spots. “GAAAAAAAAAGGH AAAAAAAaaaaSTTTAAAAAAPPP MERCCCCIIIEEEEEEEE GOOOODDDESSSSSSSS!!!!” Stroke, stroke, stroke, the feathers did their deadly work. After 10 minutes the tips became slick with precum and the Commissar seamlessly swapped them out for a new pair whilst hardly missing a beat. The cock tickling could have lasted for days as far as David knew, in reality it was only an hour with five sets of fresh feathers required. When the Commissar judged that she had edged him to the point of near insanity with her feathery caresses she climbed off the bed and spoke coldly into the intercom, “Have the “former” Senators special guest shown in, I’m sure he will be delighted to receive her!”
To be continued
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thank you. (Spinning beds and trigger words hey?.....I’m sure we can work that - I’ll have a quiet word with the Commissar) k x
