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Hi all here is a side story to the Alexandra's dreaded pedicure story I wrote a while back Link Here
This one definitely got away from me and there will be a sequel for this one too as well as continuations below.
I have had to go;
and continued from #2
As this story just got to nebulous to structure any other way. I am actually going to post some bits as comments so give me about an hour before you comment
Hope you enjoy;
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Donna smiled as she guided the four women to the foot pool. Her evil plan was working perfectly. This was going to be the best birthday ever!
Her appearance at the spa day had caused quite a shock, both the bride and maid of honour had clearly assumed that organising the event on Donna’s birthday would lead to their ‘friend’ not showing up. Donna guessed that they were also hoping that she would mop all the other guests they would have been obliged to invite but could safely assume ‘would much rather want to go to Donna's birthday bash instead'. What they didn't know was that Donna had ties to this particular establishment.... amongst others. They also hadn't realised another 'courtesy invitee' had been left in the WhatsApp group loooo...ong after it ceased to be used to plan the events leading up to Jenny's wedding and become instead; a channel for the favoured few to complain about those who they had agreed to shun.
Whilst out of the country on business Donna's friend Monica had been able to screenshot and relay all the mean things said about both the tall dark haired Donna and the other, less snobbish girls in the gang. Of the more 'stuck-up' girls in the Bride's peer group there were: Ashleigh, Kate and most snobbish of all Emily.
Emily was a tall blonde who could have been a model, had she needed to work; she had stunned everyone with her perfect body clad only in a black two-piece bathing suit, and had delighted at her friend’s jealousy as she concealed her flawless Scandinavian skin under a soft white dressing gown. Kate was a mixed-race chick who had picked up bad habits from Emily ever since Jenny: the bride had come into money. Her soft brown skin had its own perfection as it contrasted with her light blue bathing suit that bore vibrant designs of contrasting colours and pictures of exotic fruit. Ashleigh was the baby of the group and would copy the other girls, whether she was sneering with the snobs or drinking with the party-girls, with whom she could keep pace with despite being 5'4" and skinny as a rake. She was a little shy as she donned her white dressing gown over her pink and white polka-dot bikini, at 21 she wasn’t as well-endowed as Emily or Kate or as confident as Mary who just didn’t seem to care. Ashleigh drew confidence from Alexandra who also seemed a bit nervous and uncomfortable as she changed, at least she wasn’t alone.
In addition there was Carly, an athletic young woman known to the gang through Jenny; but was in many ways a stranger due to her inability to sit still, even for a moment. They had all heard Carly talk excitedly about her physical accomplishments and personal bests; but aside from these and her ever changing hair colours, little else was known about her. Carly's hair had been pink, blue and green and was normally much shorter. For the wedding she had grown it into a neat bob with a swept across fringe and dyed it back to a colour close to her natural mousy-blonde. The look didn't suit her and it was obvious she hated it, but it was her friend’s wedding and Jenny had been clear she didn’t want Carly’s outlandish sense of style to spoil her big day. Carly was oblivious to the fact her appearance had caused a surprise. She had been invited; replied ‘maybe’, and then been persuaded by Jenny that she needed to come along. Somehow this message hadn’t got to the rest of the gang. But her arrival hadn’t caused as much of a stir as Donna’s presence.
Donna was 5 foot 11 inches tall with dark curly hair and olive skin from her Mediterranean ancestry. Unknown to the rest of the group she was also a dominatrix with a particular fondness for tickling and had secret plans for almost all the girls and enough cruelty within her warped mind to find ways to torment those caught up in her trap by mistake. Donna beamed as she led the four women to the pool needing to let out her bubbling vicious joy about the delights to come, knowing full well that none of the unsuspecting women could see her sadistic smile. The best thing about it was she knew there would be lots more fun to be had later with both these women and the others in Makiko’s trap.
Jenny and her maid of honour had gone to get their pedicures along with the added treat of that shy redhead Alex'… Oh how Donna had longed to have that pale, shy little treat strapped down and at her mercy. Since the second she first saw Alexandra, Donna had craved the feel of her alabaster skin puckering and trembling under the experienced touch of her fingertips; what she could do to those soft soles, delicate underarms and the sensitive spot at the backs of the tall redhead’s knees… Until now Donna had enjoyed dominating the pale redhead with just eye contact. However ever since she persuaded Jenny to take the three of them shoe shopping had just longed to have her toe tied in a set of stocks and pleading for Mercy.
‘Today her dreams might come true’ Donna thought as she smiled.
The scheme to tickle-torture Alex would have to wait, for now she needed to distract these four women and prevent them from interfering with the plan she had hijacked from that dolt Mary. Donna despised the coarse unrefined wench who walked around barefoot all the time like a peasant! She was glad she wasn't here right now as she would no doubt throw a spanner into the works. Also Mary had already made the predictable joke about all the fish dying if she put her feet in the water three times already and Donna didn't need to hear it another six times.
At the little pool Emily was reluctant to even look at the fish. The tall blonde was notoriously squeamish about creepy-crawlies and was staring at the pool with a look of utter disgust. Carly meanwhile had both feet in the pool with a splash before any of the other girls had even taken their slippers off.
"So what are they supposed to do?" The athletic chick asked.
"They nibble all the dead skin off your feet… That is if you keep them still..." Donna purred, disliking the way Carly was swinging her legs back and forth like an impatient child.
'Hmmm this one could derail my plans...' The tall brunette thought to herself. Her mood improved as Carly instantly flinched as the fish found the salty soles that had been marinated in sweaty trainers and gym socks until they were the ultimate lure. Donna hadn't thought Carly to be the ticklish type but it was an undeniable tickle-flinch.
"Oh my God this is so weird!" Carly exclaimed.
"Rubbish! It feels good!" Donna insisted, slipping off her fluffy footwear and slipping her feet in the pool.
Donna's serene smile counteracted Carly's immense ticklishness and before long Kate had sat down and slipped her feet on the pool too. Donna didn't need to fake her look of ecstasy; the pedicure fish tied into her love of foot-worship, she had been the one to ensure this little pool was installed.
Kate meanwhile chuckled whilst splaying, wiggling and scrunching her long elegant toes; ever mindful of how horrible the tickly sensations would be if her toes were prevented from being able to move.
"You people are weird!" Emily sneered with a look of elite scorn.
"Well…. we are all a little weird!" Kate replied, tapping the space between herself and Donna gesturing for Ashleigh to sit.
Nervously Ashleigh sat between Donna and Kate and slipped her feet into the pool, the light catching her hair perfectly as the long soft brown ringlets shifted in a cascade of tight coils. Instantly the fish headed towards her petite ticklish toes making her wince and whimper.
"Ah suck it up soft girl!" Carly teased, glad the fish were no longer amassing only around her own shapely high-arched feet.
Kate gave the whimpering giggling Ashleigh a cuddle as she joined in the teasing. The cute petite girl was the baby of the group and in the old days had been called ‘light-weight’ and teased for her shyness and lack of experience. Ashleigh had since more than made up for this reputation for drinking more than some of the other women put together, but still she was often the butt of their jokes.
Donna slipped her feet out of the pool and offered her place to Emily.
"No seriously, I might just check in on the bride" The tall blonde excused herself.
Oh I'm sure she is fine, probably enjoying that pedicure or making sure she gets one of the special luxury body wraps with peppermint, Eucalyptus and… the other thing". Donna replied, aware that Emily could scupper her plans and thinking quickly of two ways to improvise.
"What other thing?" Emily asked intrigued, especially by the world luxury and the general implication that Donna wasn't telling her the full story.
"Oh they told me this morning when I first got here..." Donna began, baiting two traps.
"Wait... This morning? We only just got here!" Carly blurted out, blundering into the first of Donna's traps as she hadn’t paid much attention to the ‘planning’ on the WhatsApp group.
"Hmm... Yeah so my invite said 11am and when I got here they told me the booking was for 1pm..." Donna began, pretending not to notice the significant glances between those she knew full well had conspired to keep her away.
"Ah 11am was the meet up the coffee place first." Carly replied absentmindedly as she swirled her feet in the pool.
The silence from Emily and Kate spoke volumes as Ashleigh squealed, giggled and squirmed.
"I see....." Donna added, hoping to make her prey aware that none of them had wished her a happy birthday so far.
At the Café they had all agreed Donna wouldn't show and if she did would take the hint. That was with the exception of Carly who had been busy trying to figure out which cake had the best protein content for her new eating regime.
".... Anyway when I got here this other group had cancelled but they had already made up all the stuff for these expensive body wrap things which won't keep for long… so I had a free treatment" Donna continued.
Ashleigh wasn't listening. Kate had grabbed her in a bear-hug whilst cleverly wrapping her long light brown legs around her own. Kate even managed to seize Ashleigh’s struggling, petite toe-tips with her own strong toes to pull them back. This made the delicious, delicate spots under Ashleigh’s toes accessible to the fish and stretched her pale arches taut and vulnerable. Worst of all Kate and Carly had begun tickling her ribs.
"Noooooo-oo ho-ho! Stop it Kate! You know I don’t like it!" Ashleigh wailed.
"Tell me more..." Emily nodded with a discrete gesture indicating they should talk away from the other women and their silly games.
Reluctantly Donna left, without her face betraying her disappointment. Outside she whispered.
"So the party of four that cancelled were even richer than Jenny and had already paid a deposit..." Donna began, subtly baiting the trap to the tall blonde who had become friendlier with Jenny ever since she inherited her aunt's fortune.
"... And whatever that special ingredient was won't last a day once mixed with the Eucalyptus so they had to use it. Apparently it is anti-aging, what the celebrities secretly use".
"What was this ingredient called?" Emily asked, her eyes full of wonder.
"I can't remember, something beginning with a T.... Anyway it felt amazing, they do this immersion therapy thing too, totally cleared my head" Donna explained enthusiastically.
Emily watched as a woman she considered to be a servant took a two buckets of water to the pedicure area and began closing the curtains behind her. Emily saw the three women sitting soaking their feet. Jenny was relaxing with cucumbers on her eyes, Alexandra looked nervous and Mary was laughing and joking with the staff. Emily narrowed her eyes, half wanting to join the bride as a guest of honour by increasingly curious about the prospect of receiving something special that might elude her if she didn’t take the opportunity quickly. As Emily pondered Donna continued to speak;
"I mean it is only fair for the bride to get some of it… And who knows, maybe Alex' even won't go for it.... Honestly I think we both know it will be wasted on Mary!" Donna concluded, finalising the sale as she whispered the last part.
Emily had a look of serene satisfaction on her smug face as she prepared for her treatment in a small room that was lavishly decorated with ferns and ornaments. She settled in to the small but well organised room and exchanged her bikini top for a towel. With superior condescension she made her subservient attendants aware that she had finished changing and ‘they were to come in….’ There were two muscular male masseuses who she could tell wanted her and two women who she could tell were jealous of her. To Emily, knowing this felt better than the aromatic oils that were expertly applied to her Scandinavian skin. She sighed and relaxed, liking the way the men ran their hands down her legs, starting at the top of her hamstring before taking all the tension out of her calves. Next her back was massaged, making her sigh and snuggle into the arm soft fluffy towel. Emily winced as the women massaged her feet;
"You should warn me before you do that!" Emily chided, putting the women in their place.
Emily persuaded one of the male masseuses to do her feet instead which he did obediently and quietly: the way Emily liked her men. Somehow his firmer touches felt better than those of the women. Emily forgot herself and began to moan erotically as she was massaged. She was so relaxed she didn’t bother to cover her breasts as the wrap was administered. As the statuesque Blonde was wrapped in the porous material she sighed deeply in contentment. Her attendants had explained about the oil moving between layers of the material as it soaked out toxins and plumped up her skin but she wasn't thinking about that, Emily was overjoyed to be getting something that others were not. She lost track of time and barely noticed as her wrapped body was prepared for the immersion tank, her ears sealed up with soft plugs without a hint of resistance. Emily had been enjoying the best foot rub of her life and it was only when one of the woman gagged her she realised something might be a-miss.
"That is just to stop you getting thirsty during the immersion phase, it tastes good no?" The woman explained in a Polish or Eastern European accent.
Emily murmured in a mixture of annoyance and ecstasy; the fruity flavour was nice, but nothing compared to the foot rub and her overall smug satisfaction. As the masseuse secured the gag in place the other attendants prepared the board Emily which expertly strapped to for transportation. It was on rollers so it was an easy enough business to slide it lengthways into the coffin-like box. Emily murmured in annoyance that her foot massage had stopped and squealed as she felt the board move suddenly and swiftly into place. It was a horizontal shift but to the suddenly nervous blonde it felt like a roller coaster drop.
The tall blonde protested into her gag as the cucumbers were removed from her eyes and the box was sealed up. There was moist air around her bare feet which wiggled and flexed and began to shake as a soft material like supple leather began to encase her ankles. Emily had gone from the point of maximum relaxation to significant anxiety. 'Was this part of the treatment and she hadn't listened to…' she thought to herself as her foot massage resumed.
Suddenly Donna's face appeared on a screen just above her face. Emily's eyes were stabbed by the sudden bright like from the screen on the underside of the box lid.
"Hello Emily....." Donna's voice purred in the blue tooth speakers contained within the soft ear plugs.
".....This is a pre-recorded message…. I suspect you will be the first guest to fall into my trap. You see you have blundered into a situation where you cannot move and are utterly helpless...." Donna's voice continued as the tall blonde began to struggle inside the box to no avail, her arms wrapped tightly around her so that her hands were on her shoulders.
The two men continued to massage the now struggling feet, working from the arches up to the balls of the soft size 10's and then securing the perfect toes in a selection of restraints.
"... And being a ruthless sadist I have seen to it that you, along with your snooty friends get punished for your foolishness and pride. Say Emily by any chance are you……Ticklish?"
There was a pause of exactly one heartbeat and then by pure coincidence the two men decided to test their work by tracing one finger up and down their captive’s soft taut arches. Emily screamed and began to struggle with all her might. The box barely moved in response to its desperate captive’s movements. On the screen Donna's face chuckled;
"...Of course that will be the more bearable part of your torture!... You see I know you have a phobia of insects and creepy crawlies!... And I have friends who can make sure that every nightmare you have ever had comes true! It doesn’t make as good viewing as good ol’ fashioned tickle torture, but perhaps while we wait you would like to see some examples of what you are in for…..
Donna smiled to herself as she walked away from securing Emily (or target #1). She was leaving the haughty blonde to be pampered and prepared Emily was content now but Donna knew it wouldn’t be long until she started panicking. If the blondes envy and greed hadn't persuaded her into the wrap-trap Donna would have lured her into the fourth set of stocks beside Mary that was presently unoccupied. On her way back to the fish pool Donna caught eyes with Makiko who she had already spotted skulking and hiding from one of the guests. The Japanese beauty was carrying a hold-all that contained the upper-stocks for the other part of the plan. Donna winked and mouthed 'one down’. Makiko responded by making the A-O-K sign by pushing her index finger and thumb together to form a circle with her other three fingers pointing up. Next she flattened her hand with her knuckles facing the ceiling and slowly lowered her palm, indicating the lowering of the 'comfort restraints' that would trap the bride and friends.
Donna considered giving Makiko a thumbs up but instead held up five fingers to indicate five minutes. Donna could hear the unmistakable sounds of tickle induced laughter coming from the pool and wanted to investigate. The tall dominatrix was not disappointed. Kate and Carly had Ashleigh pinned flat on her back. Carly was straddling the slim girl and holding her wrists tightly, an easy victory for the vivacious wrestler. Kate meanwhile sat upon Ashleigh’s thighs at the edge of the pool, keeping her victim's knees bent and in the pool alongside her own. The Ebony beauty had replicated the same technique she had used earlier and unseen by Donna was gripping Ashleigh's toes with her own, laughing alongside her victim as the fish nibbled, flittered and tickled her to Madness. Kate also gave her victim's thighs the odd tickle by reaching behind her. From Ashleigh's muffled squeaks it was apparent that this was something she couldn't stand. Carly had effortlessly stretched Ashleigh's arms high above her head with one hand and began tickling her underarms and neck with the strong short fingers of her other hand. Ashleigh frantically struggled as this new sensation pushed her from humiliation to desperation. Donna smiled and selected a ripe nectarine from a fruit bowl as she approached.
“Here, gag her with this!” She commanded as she threw the ripe orb to Carly.
Carly caught the nectarine with ease and effortlessly secured it in place. As juice slowly ran down Ashleigh’s cheeks Kate decided to give Carly’s upturned feet a tickle causing her to shriek and loose her grip on her victim’s wrists.
“Hmmmmmfth sthhhrrrmppp" Ashleigh screamed, the mass of sticky fruit disintegrating in her mouth.
"I didn't have you down as the ticklish type Carly?" Donna asked lightly.
"She caught me by surprise is all" Carly replied with a shrug as she re-seized Ashleigh’s flailing wrists.
Ashleigh spat out the remainder of the nectarine as begged: "no please.... You don't understand!"
Donna regretted she would have to cut the fun short in order to secure all four targets but was glad she had a few minutes spare to help torture the weakling. She began by selecting a second ripe nectarine and acquiring some bondage tape from one of the masseuses who always kept a small roll. Ashleigh struggled as she was re-gagged with the new piece fruit which her captors secured in place with the tape, Carly assuming it was electrical tape and not questioning how conveniently it had been produced as Kate faced the other way.
Together Carly and Donna quickly had Ashleigh's wrists secured in a mixture of tape and the cords to their discarded dressing gowns. Carly had shifted to face the other way, sitting cross-legged on her victim's skinny arms to ensure she had full access to her favourite tickle spots without the risk of her own feet being tickled again by Kate. As she leaned over Ashleigh with glee she decided to explore the silly girl’s ribs, loving how easy it was to dominate the slender brunette.
'Hmmmm.... This one has potential as a ler as well as a lee!...." Donna thought seeing the look of intense satisfaction on the athletic woman's face. There wasn't the standard sadistic twinkle in Carly's eyes but she was definitely enjoying dominating another woman. Donna meanwhile slunk in to claim her prize: Ashleigh's ticklish tummy and sides, taking delight in the way her victim couldn’t move at all. Ashleigh had some core strength but no muscle tone. Were it not for her frequent cardio the tickling would have made laughing painful for Ashleigh, but she had just enough internal rigidity such that the tickle torture did not make her abdominal muscles hurt.
Donna moved from soft gentle tickles to using more force to really punish Ashleigh’s ribs and sides. Carly shifting back to soft fingertip tickles on her helplessly stretched out underarms. The dominatrix finally decided to exploit the sweet spot just her victim's hips. Donna knew that every woman including herself had two buttons somewhere on this part of their body that if tickled with the right technique would drive them berserk. Ashleigh's torture spots were slightly closer to the centre of her body than usual but the tall dominatrix knew when she had struck gold.
"Oooohhhhmmmmhiiiighdddd! Dddnnt Ihhhh nnndddd ttttwwwooouuuu ppphhhh!" Ashleigh wailed into her fruit gag.
Donna cackled sadistically and gave the signal to Greta; one of the staff who had waited patiently and silently throughout the hi-jinks, longer than genuine staff would have done.
"Okay ladies, I know you are having fun but I think of the wrong sort. We have massages and seaweed wraps waiting for you. Better those than cleaning zee pee-pee from zee floor" The stern German woman softly explained.
"Seaweed wraps?" Carly asked inquisitively.
"Yeah I had one earlier, they are good for your muscles, kind of a compression thing I think. Also help get toxins out...." Donna replied, knowing the prospect of improving muscle performance would lure the athletic woman in. As they spoke Ashleigh tried to curl up into a ball having been released by Carly. Kate was still sitting on her knees though and pretended to forget about her as she swirled her feet about in the water. Ashleigh didn't want to protest as she knew this would prevent the reprieve she desperately needed. The fish had ceased nibbling her feet with such vigour and were congregating on Kate's soles instead. Kate shifted position to allow Ashleigh to start to wriggle free, only to trap her ankles under her lap after the sensitive girls feet were out of the pool.
"Nhhhhwoooo!" Ashleigh protested as her fresh pink soles wiggled. Donna caught a glance of the soft size five soles and wished she could carry on with the fun, but Carly was too important to secure. Of all the attendees she was the most able to put up serious resistance if aware of her peril. Luckily she was intrigued by the idea that these wrap things would improve her muscle performance and was happily being led away, first by Donna and then by two of the masseuses.
Carly hummed and fidgeted as she was massaged and oiled in another small room less lavishly decorated than the one Emily had enjoyed it had more of sports-massage feel to it and Carly felt right at home. She co-operated as she was slowly wrapped in the strange seaweed sheet from the ankles up. Once she was wrapped to the knees she began to fidget again so much that a middle aged woman with purple hair sighed and insisted she stand on a wooden stool and grasp a pull-up bar above her head. Soon her captors had her tightly secured in the wrap which was sealed with a final layer of black latex. Carly hated not being able to move and drummed her toes on the stool, a feat the purple haired woman both marvelled at and was annoyed by. Carly had long strong toes and an amazing sense of balance and was wondering what was going to come next, impatient for that swim.
“What say you we box this one up vertically Mike?” One of male attendants asked his colleague.
“Nah lie her down on a bench!” Mike replied.
Carly wondered what they meant by ‘Box up’… Something had been said about an immersion therapy tank or something and she began to protest as the two men picked her wrapped body up with the female attendants helping to guide her. Carly suddenly realised she couldn’t get out of this! She had tried to hold onto the bar out of panic but the release mechanism was hit and the metal bar was quickly caught as Carly dropped. With seconds she was laid on her back on a board to which her trapped body was secured with thick leather belts. As she refused to let go of the bar it was secured to her hands with the same black electrical tape Donna had used on Ashleigh at the pool.
“What are you doinnnnhnnn” Carly protested as she was gagged, hating the further restriction to her movement.
“What kind of box does mistress want this one in?” Mike asked nonchalantly.
“She didn’t say, if we replace the pull up bar we can rack ‘er!” Answered the middle aged masseuse with dyed purple hair.
“Good idea Ivy!” Mike answered cheerfully.
Carly tried to struggle but was hopeless. She felt defeated as she was unable to stop soft ear plugs from making their way into her ears. Her ankles were secured with some strange soft plastic that gripped them tightly within two pieces of wood that met to form the base of her box. Next Carly’s wrists were secured in a similar plastic material to her ankles and stocks clamped over them, this time Carly noticed that air was added to the plastic to really grip her struggling body. Carly’s fingers were briefly freed and the pull up bar removed only to be replaced with a plastic bar that Carly squeezed on as she struggled, it was softer and less rough than the metal pull up bar but she was still uncomfortable and confused by the whole situation. Something about the precise way the purple haired woman had said ‘rack ‘er’ had terrified Carly, she had suddenly remembered those medieval drawings of people being stretched on tables she had seen as a child.
As Carly’s female captors unbuckled the leather straps the two men built the rest of the box around her, adding sides and a lid. Carly caught her breath and tried to evaluate the situation; she was trapped, she couldn’t move… Somebody would surely notice she was gone from the group suddenly Carly’s heart sank. She often just got up and left when she got bored and therefore the other women might not think it out of character for her to disappear. As she tried to think of a way to escape the set of stocks that held her wrists began to move. Carly screamed in humiliation as she felt her wrists being drawn upwards, stretching out her body in the box until it was a tight as the seaweed wrap would allow, Carly’s ass no longer touched the base of the box and what was more she knew her lithe body could be stretched tighter if the wrap was cut away. There was no pain but Carly hated the fact she couldn’t move and angrily flexed her toes and scrunched her soles. Just as her bondage was finished the soft tickles began to her soles and Carly began to laugh and shake her head. Suddenly Donna’s face appeared in front of her on a little screen attached to the inside of her terrible coffin’s lid;
“Hello Carly. Please know that I don’t bear you any ill-will. But my sweet little warrior-woman you are just simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is a practical joke me and my friends are playing and since you have always been friendly, if a little too enthusiastic about your own achievements….” Donna began what was clearly a pre-recorded message.
Carly screamed into her gag, the soft gentle tickles too much for her to stand in her heightened state of anxiety.
“…. So I have decided to make this into a game for you!” Donna’s voice continued;
“ If you can keep still from the time this message finishes my assistants won’t tickle you… If you so much as wiggle a toe they can tickle you for one minute per flinch!...”
“Believe me your so-called friend’s will receive no such mercy!”
Back at the pool Ashleigh pounded her fists impotently on Kate's back as her feet were tickled by long Ebony fingers, she used both hands together as they were still wrapped to the forearm with bondage tape. The pool attendants had tried to make the ebony sadist stop, but she had just ignored them. It was only when Ashleigh began to choke on the nectarine in her gag that Greta stepped in.
"No, come on now! You were told to stop" The German masseuse chided, tickling Kate's underarms.
Kate flinched and obediently released Ashleigh’s ankles. The skinny girl went to curl up in a ball but was scooped by the waiting Greta. A few of the other masseuses attended to the whimpering shivering tickle - victim, removing her gag and petting her like a rescued kitten. Kate, keen to abandon the scene of her crime quickly followed Donna who whispered;
"Kate! C'mon you're going to miss it!" The tall brunette gestured invitingly as she whispered and winked.
Ever fearful of missing out Kate quickly followed Donna down a corridor to a small room with a massage table and a shelf of equipment. Kate hesitated; her mind suddenly putting the pieces together from fragments only noticeable to another sadist.
"Donna you ain't getting me in one of those wraps so you can tickle me!" Kate declared backing away.
"Code red" Donna quietly answered, not actually speaking to Kate but to the waiting masseuses.
"Wha?..." Kate began, cut off as she was seized.
Two of the male members of staff had quickly enveloped Kate in an expanding plastic blanket. Before she could scream one of the female members of staff had taped her mouth shut using a dispenser especially designed for bondage tape, customised from a piece of equipment that was normally used in warehouses. Kate screamed muffled cries of protest and incredulity as she tried to work out how she had been captured so quickly and what was going on with the expanding plastic that seemed to be hugging her as it filled with air.
"Yes amazing isn't it? They use these in Japan to restrain drunks and troublemakers...." Donna explained before adding; "..of course it isn't as useful as this!"
Kate was baffled, Donna was holding up a long crystal necklace. Slowly the tall dominatrix began to unscrew the long mauve crystal that Kate guessed was a thin phial of liquid.
"This is kind of the opposite of smelling salts, one whiff and you will be ours. It isn't exactly chloroform, but you won't be able to resist my girls putting you in a truly hideous form of bondage!"
As Donna spoke Kate shook her head from side to side with eyes wide in terror.
"Had you gone along with the wrap, it would have just been your feet. But after what you did to Ashleigh I think you deserve some nipple clamps, a nice tight crotch rope... And plenty of tickle torture!
Donna had no intention of treating Kate with any mercy, but had noticed the fearful symmetry between Kate's behaviour and her own darker sadism. With the words 'tickle torture' she extended the crystal phial and watched as her victim's eyes rolled back and her struggling body went limp in the bolstering plastic. Donna and her assistants set to work securing their captives arms and legs with multiple leather straps, hoisting her up on the bench and placing her ankles in a set of stocks.
"Get the glove box!" Donna commanded.
The glove box was a cruel device that formed a coffin around a strapped down victim. The bench Kate was on was to become its base, and the stocks too were compatible. It had a black glass top with an electric screen, like the one in Emily's torture box. But the sides were where the cruelty came in; each was full of holes that bore textured gloves positioned so that people outside the box could place their hands inside and tickle their helpless victim. Some of the gloves were soft, others rough and some even sported little plastic spikes. Kate screamed into her gag as she came round, she had been aware of her peril but unable to resist until now.
Donna just laughed and left to give Makiko the wink that all four victims were secured, it had taken a little longer than five minutes so the stealth-stocks had already been lowered. As she poked her head round the curtain Alexandra was just starting to freak out. Donna wanted to bed that tall redhead so badly; she had longed for years to just get her tied naked in a spread-eagle on a luxurious bed so she could tease her pussy with feathers and brushes until the sensitive ivory-skinned goddess broke down and begged to be her tickle-slave in exchange the orgasm that had been withheld. Donna had done this to many a woman and had an entourage of such tickle-slaves who she trained in the art of this exotic torture such that each new victim could be kept in a state of erotic desperation for hours on end as tormentor after tormentor took turns to tease them as they teetered on the edge of release. Naturally whoever was ‘on guard’ during their eventual climax would take their place…
Ashleigh meanwhile was still trembling. Donna didn’t know it but she hadn’t been boxed up yet. After her ordeal at the pool she had been persuaded to stay by a gaggle of matronly masseuses who had held her tight, gently stroked her hair and fed her chocolates. At first she had felt patronised as the women cooed 'poor sensitive girl!' in a variety of accents. A part of her hated being the centre of attention but another part loved the reassurance and slowly but surely her desire to flee evaporated away. She finally sighed as she received a deep massage from six to eight knowing hands.
Ashleigh barely registered the instruction to roll over so her masseuses could 'work on her front'. She had surrendered her bikini top and was in such a state of relaxation that she had no compunction about her servants seeing her small pert breasts. Wearing only her pink and red bikini bottom Ashleigh was entirely surrendered to the relaxing massage, she felt no sense of danger until after her wrists and ankles were secured and her narrow slim body stretched out tight. As Ashleigh looked up one cucumber disk popped out from around her right eye.
"Wha?...." She murmured.
"Oh don't you worry, this is just to stretch your muscles after we have massaged them" A cheerful Welsh masseuse soothed.
"Oh.... Whatever..... Just don't tickle me like Kate and Carly did!" Ashleigh blearily replied.
"No, we won't tickle you like your friends….. They are amateurs! We are professionals see… When we start tickling you it will be real torture!" The Welsh woman replied.
It took Ashleigh a moment to register what she had heard. Suddenly with a start she pulled against her bonds. Her captors laughed cruelly, their victim's body had been stretched out at a time when her muscles were so relaxed that the sudden tensing only tightened her narrow form further. Each woman headed towards their favourite spot; a large Jamaican woman went directly for Ashleigh's feet, two eastern European women produced feathers for her underarms from a small clay pot whilst the soft voiced Welsh woman stood over her to claim her tummy.
"No please!" Ashleigh wailed as a petite Asian woman entered the room.
"Now we just need to build up your resistance to tickle-torture. For the amount you are going to be forced to endure far outweighs what you can currently stand...." Gwen: the Welsh woman softly explained as a set of stocks was clamped around Ashleigh’s ankles.
"Donna says they will be ready for this one at the wall of shame in five minutes..." The Asian newcomer peeped, marvelling at how the slim girl had been pulled rack-tight with a cushion under her skinny-ass.
"You hear that girls! Let's see how much torture we can fit into five minutes!" Gwen declared.
“Nooooooo!” Ashleigh wailed as her tormentors dug in with relish.
The Jamaican woman’s long ebony fingers contrasted with the soft pale soles they expertly tormented, her sharp well-maintained fingernails scratching just above the supple skin of knowing fingertips. No matter how much the pale soles moved the experienced torturer slowly followed them expertly applying just the right amount of pressure. Ashleigh went berserk but her bonds held tight. Even the two eastern European women feathering her underarms would have been too much for the sensitive girl but with four torturers she was pushed straight into a manic tickle-hell that sent her from relaxation to a red-faced furious panic. Worst of all was how the Welsh woman dominated her tummy and sides, Ashleigh found the woman’s short but effective fingers worse than the torment Kate and Donna had inflicted upon her earlier. The seemingly kindly but terribly cruel woman had quickly explored all the usual spots from Ashleigh’s lowest ribs down to her helpless hips and found nothing but pay-dirt. Despite her victim not being particularly strong, Gwen was still impressed with the slim girl’s core strength and was glad she would be able to punish her for the full five minutes without inflicting any pain or muscle fatigue. Gwen realised she might inflict a crueller humiliation as she prodded with two fingers in a favoured tickle-spot.
“No-ho-ho I nee-hee-hee-eed to peee-heee!” Ashleigh wailed.
Gwen already knew she had found her victim’s bladder and moved on to the next spot, she could sense her victim’s discomfort through knowing fingertips and knew it would be best to slowly build to a humiliating climax. Gwen mocked her victim with the other ‘masseuses’ her mind considering cruel possibilities as she did so. At Ashleigh’s soles the Asian messenger had begun tying back each toe, rendering the once struggling skin into taut canvases of torment for knowing ebony fingers. As the last toe was tied the Asian masseuse claimed Ashleigh’s toes as her prize using two feathers to add to the unbearable torment. As Gwen began to focus on the ‘torture spot’ with a better technique even than Donna, Ashleigh was delivered a knew torment by the two eastern European masseuses; each began to tightly trace one feather in slow circles around their victim’s nipples whilst keeping one feather to swish in her helpless outstretched underarms.
“Ah so responsive!” The blonde masseuse cooed as Ashleigh’s nipples instantly puckered and hardened.
“Such a sensitive girl!” her brunette friend added, tracing the tip of her feather in soft slow circles that got closer and closer to the tip of Ashleigh’s reddening nipples.
“Please no!” Ashleigh begged in a breathy voice, her arousal clear.
“Oh but you are out voted!” The brunette replied, adding; “Not only do we say ‘yes’ but your nips are standing proudly to attention for us, just begging for more!....”
“As Gwen said! We are professionals!” The blonde chimed in, adding; “We tickle torture sweet little temptresses like you all the time!”
“I think we could make this one climax just from tickling her nipples you know!” The sultry brunette added in her sexy accent.
Ashleigh descended into silent submissive laughter. It was pure torture but a part of her was scintillated and intrigued. Ashleigh prided herself on being able to bring home a different guy each night, lately however the pickings had been very disappointing. Although physically attractive almost every guy Ashleigh picked just rolled over and fell asleep or got up and left after they were done leaving her unsatisfied. This had annoyed her more than the five premature ejaculators and the one guy with erectile dysfunction she had belittled and later blanked in the street. Ashleigh liked sex but never insisted on foreplay, she had never even considered the idea of being strapped down and taken to orgasm again and again. Now even though the idea terrified her, it struck a chord. Ashleigh had only tried using a vibrator once and had found it too intense to try again. As the Asian woman shifted to torment her thighs she wondered with a mixture of terror and anticipation if her captor’s would use vibrators or remove her bikini bottom.
“Oh I bet you wish you didn’t have a thigh-gap now! You skinny bitch!” Patience purred as she worked her way up Ashleigh’s inner thighs to the sensitive spot where her thighs met her taint.
Ashleigh screamed, two newcomers had begun using flossers and electric toothbrushes under her tied toes as the Jamaican woman continued to torment her soft arches. The added sensation along with the torment of her thighs renewed her panic and she began to beg;
“Stop I’m going to pee!... Stop I’m going to pee!”
“Well we can’t have you ruining these now can we?” Gwen asked as she unlaced Ashleigh’s skimpy bikini bottom.
“I’m not sure if she is going wet herself or cum!” The sultry Asian masseuse purred as she used two feathers to agonisingly explore the soft spots to either side of Ashleigh’s opening womanhood. Patience was such a sweet cuddly dumpling of a woman but something about this skinny bitch had really brought out the sadist in her.
Ashleigh blushed as she felt the cool air tease her moist pussy. As much as she was utterly humiliated she secretly longed for the feather to get closer to her pussy lips and maybe even touch her clit that was slowly starting to swell and seek attention. Gwen had ceased tickling her tummy and her need to pee had vanished. She was no less desperate as Gwen cruelly presented her with something that looked like a nappy or diaper;
“Now because you’re such a weak, whiny little piss-stain!... We are going to have make you wear a nappy once you are boxed up!...” Gwen began.
“Oh sweet those things are cruel!” The brunette offered gleefully in her faint eastern European accent as she used both feathers on Ashleigh’s left nipple, her blonde friend doing the same to the right one.
“… Thing is these don’t just have the regular stuff in them see!... If you get wet due to being turned on your quim reacts with the crystals and powder to form a stimulating sauce that will keep you cumming for hours on end!...” Gwen continued as Ashleigh whimpered.
“… only thing is, if you piss yourself it stings like fuck because of the Ammonia or something!” Gwen added as an afterthought causing Ashleigh to shrink in fear.
At some point in her ordeal Ashleigh had been gagged with a big red ball that attached to leather or plastic straps, she was unsure as it had just seemed to appear in her mouth as she screamed silently in laughter. It was agreed that before Ashleigh was to be ‘b0xed up’ whilst wearing the nappy everyone had to ‘tickle the piss out of her’ for the final two minutes of her torture. The Asian messenger held a white plastic she-wee in place as twelve hungry tormentors took position. The two eastern European women were joined by two other women to tickle Ashleigh’s underarms ribs and sides. Gwen was joined by two men to really torment her tummy and abdomen. Two other men began tormenting her thighs and knees with knowing squeezes. And at her feet the Jamaican woman with two unseen assistants were continuing a masterclass of torment. Ashleigh was both humiliated and overwhelmed, within seconds she lost control of her bladder. Worst of all was the way the women would coo things like;
“Silly ticklish girl!... Doesn’t know any better!”
“Such a pathetic weakling!... Can’t control herself at all!”
Ashleigh’s humiliation was completed by the men who just silently tormented her tummy and legs until her bladder was completely emptied. Normally Ashleigh liked to see what she could make men do to get her into bed, now the tables were turned and she cringed with embarrassment as the lid was put on the bottle of the ‘she-wee’. Gwen cleaned Ashleigh with a baby wipe before adding a little powder, verbally teasing her as she did so. All the women had gone back to their maternal clucking and cooing with the exception of the two eastern European women who had resumed feathering Ashleigh’s nipples one last time until they were stiff and hard enough for a special treat. The two women showed her two small circular clamps from a special box;
“These are just in your size!” The blonde purred.
“A little something to remember us by as your friends tickle your feet!” The brunette added.
The clamps were not painful but held Ashleigh’s turgid nipples tightly in a way that sent shivers down her spine. Each clamp looked like a small metal dome, the top of which supported a tiny wheel about which the outer part of the cruel apparatus turned like a miniscule carousel causing a series of tiny brushes to gently whisper over Ashleigh’s areolae. The trapped woman gasped as the wheels picked up speed, she remembered her tormentors’ boasts that they could nipple-tickle her to orgasm and the promise that her only item of clothing would enhance the much needed release beyond mere satisfaction. Around her the bench and stocks were being turned into a box by the addition of wooden boards that accommodated and incorporated her tight bondage. Her confiners were skilled in their work and even applied a foam head restraint to prevent her turning her head from side to side. As the lid was placed on the long narrow coffin that held Ashleigh with her arms above her head the two eastern European masseuses waved by wiggling their fingers in a terrifying dance of skilled fingertips and sharp nails.
“We will see you at the wall poppet!” The blonde masseuse chimed.
“We will be focusing on your feet sweetie! No way you will be able to stand that!” The brunette added.
“We are definitely all going to have some fun with ya before your friends arrive… No way are we through with ya” Gwen added as the box lid was closed.
Ashleigh didn’t understand. What did they mean by ‘friends arrive’, everybody invited was here! ‘o0h no!’ she thought as her stomach sank. Donna must have invited all the girls on the ‘sh1t list’ as it had been called. As she panicked Ashleigh felt her coffin-like prison begin to move, she was totally in darkness and terrified. A small glimmer of hope presented itself as at least one of the girls would have to realise this was wrong and insist she be released. Ashleigh felt the air on her still tied back toes as the coffin was wheeled away, she didn’t know how many twists and turns comprised her terrible ride in darkness or where she was going but she knew her torment would continue for at least a little while longer. The air round her feet felt warmer as her coffin stopped and seemed to click into place. The only break in the anticipation and darkness came as two small panels in the sides of her coffin opened up and mysterious hands placed something soft but firm in each of her ears, Ashleigh tried to resist but the foam head restraint severely limited her ability to squirm sufficiently. Then the darkness resumed as Ashleigh was left with nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. Suddenly Ashleigh eyes were pierced by a bright light from the coffin lid. There was a screen directly in front of her face that showed Donna sneering down at her with a look of superior satisfaction;
“Hello Ashleigh!...” The face on the screen began, its voice being emitted from the Bluetooth earbuds in Ashleigh’s ears.
Ashleigh tried to respond but had forgotten about the ball gag so only succeeded in murmuring: “Dnnha lht mhhhi hhhhwwwt!”
“This a pre-recorded message and if you are seeing it then I have you where I want you!...”
“Yhhew bhhtch!” Ashleigh responded, too tired to realise or care that her captor couldn’t hear her.
“… I suspect that my minions will have some fun with you at some point but the highlight of this little lesson in humility is to show you what your ‘so called friends’ think of you. You see I know you like to pass on the negative things women say about one another behind their backs. And I know you like to embellish and exaggerate the details and the tone of voice. You like to run with the foxes and hunt with the dogs, as it where…. Well I think it is time that you find out what your foxy friends think of you!”
At this point Donna was slinking away to prepare the greeting room for the newcomers who would require a glass of champagne and some cautious diplomacy before being involved in her evil scheme. The other un-invited guests were due to arrive within the hour to arrive, none knew of her scheme exactly but all were keen to gate-crash Jenny’s secret spa-do and it wouldn’t take much for her persuade them to have a little fun at their snobbish ‘friends’ expense. Donna looked back at the room she would guide them to, there was large banner with the words;
Under this were six smaller signs and four pairs of wiggling feet. Kate and Carly were positioned next to one another on the left whilst Ashleigh and Emily were on the right. In the centre there were two empty sets of holes under signs that read: ‘Jenny’ and ‘Mary’. Donna hoped that Makiko and her entourage would get the bride and maid of honour in their place soon; she had just enough time to record some more taunting messages and tweak the videos the girls would watch in their boxes, getting the timing right had been crucial. Donna was sure her birthday treat would be a complete success, she even had plans to settle a few scores and trap a few of the party girls once things really got going…..
This one definitely got away from me and there will be a sequel for this one too as well as continuations below.
I have had to go;
To be continued #1
and continued from #2
As this story just got to nebulous to structure any other way. I am actually going to post some bits as comments so give me about an hour before you comment
Hope you enjoy;
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Donna smiled as she guided the four women to the foot pool. Her evil plan was working perfectly. This was going to be the best birthday ever!
Her appearance at the spa day had caused quite a shock, both the bride and maid of honour had clearly assumed that organising the event on Donna’s birthday would lead to their ‘friend’ not showing up. Donna guessed that they were also hoping that she would mop all the other guests they would have been obliged to invite but could safely assume ‘would much rather want to go to Donna's birthday bash instead'. What they didn't know was that Donna had ties to this particular establishment.... amongst others. They also hadn't realised another 'courtesy invitee' had been left in the WhatsApp group loooo...ong after it ceased to be used to plan the events leading up to Jenny's wedding and become instead; a channel for the favoured few to complain about those who they had agreed to shun.
Whilst out of the country on business Donna's friend Monica had been able to screenshot and relay all the mean things said about both the tall dark haired Donna and the other, less snobbish girls in the gang. Of the more 'stuck-up' girls in the Bride's peer group there were: Ashleigh, Kate and most snobbish of all Emily.
Emily was a tall blonde who could have been a model, had she needed to work; she had stunned everyone with her perfect body clad only in a black two-piece bathing suit, and had delighted at her friend’s jealousy as she concealed her flawless Scandinavian skin under a soft white dressing gown. Kate was a mixed-race chick who had picked up bad habits from Emily ever since Jenny: the bride had come into money. Her soft brown skin had its own perfection as it contrasted with her light blue bathing suit that bore vibrant designs of contrasting colours and pictures of exotic fruit. Ashleigh was the baby of the group and would copy the other girls, whether she was sneering with the snobs or drinking with the party-girls, with whom she could keep pace with despite being 5'4" and skinny as a rake. She was a little shy as she donned her white dressing gown over her pink and white polka-dot bikini, at 21 she wasn’t as well-endowed as Emily or Kate or as confident as Mary who just didn’t seem to care. Ashleigh drew confidence from Alexandra who also seemed a bit nervous and uncomfortable as she changed, at least she wasn’t alone.
In addition there was Carly, an athletic young woman known to the gang through Jenny; but was in many ways a stranger due to her inability to sit still, even for a moment. They had all heard Carly talk excitedly about her physical accomplishments and personal bests; but aside from these and her ever changing hair colours, little else was known about her. Carly's hair had been pink, blue and green and was normally much shorter. For the wedding she had grown it into a neat bob with a swept across fringe and dyed it back to a colour close to her natural mousy-blonde. The look didn't suit her and it was obvious she hated it, but it was her friend’s wedding and Jenny had been clear she didn’t want Carly’s outlandish sense of style to spoil her big day. Carly was oblivious to the fact her appearance had caused a surprise. She had been invited; replied ‘maybe’, and then been persuaded by Jenny that she needed to come along. Somehow this message hadn’t got to the rest of the gang. But her arrival hadn’t caused as much of a stir as Donna’s presence.
Donna was 5 foot 11 inches tall with dark curly hair and olive skin from her Mediterranean ancestry. Unknown to the rest of the group she was also a dominatrix with a particular fondness for tickling and had secret plans for almost all the girls and enough cruelty within her warped mind to find ways to torment those caught up in her trap by mistake. Donna beamed as she led the four women to the pool needing to let out her bubbling vicious joy about the delights to come, knowing full well that none of the unsuspecting women could see her sadistic smile. The best thing about it was she knew there would be lots more fun to be had later with both these women and the others in Makiko’s trap.
Jenny and her maid of honour had gone to get their pedicures along with the added treat of that shy redhead Alex'… Oh how Donna had longed to have that pale, shy little treat strapped down and at her mercy. Since the second she first saw Alexandra, Donna had craved the feel of her alabaster skin puckering and trembling under the experienced touch of her fingertips; what she could do to those soft soles, delicate underarms and the sensitive spot at the backs of the tall redhead’s knees… Until now Donna had enjoyed dominating the pale redhead with just eye contact. However ever since she persuaded Jenny to take the three of them shoe shopping had just longed to have her toe tied in a set of stocks and pleading for Mercy.
‘Today her dreams might come true’ Donna thought as she smiled.
The scheme to tickle-torture Alex would have to wait, for now she needed to distract these four women and prevent them from interfering with the plan she had hijacked from that dolt Mary. Donna despised the coarse unrefined wench who walked around barefoot all the time like a peasant! She was glad she wasn't here right now as she would no doubt throw a spanner into the works. Also Mary had already made the predictable joke about all the fish dying if she put her feet in the water three times already and Donna didn't need to hear it another six times.
At the little pool Emily was reluctant to even look at the fish. The tall blonde was notoriously squeamish about creepy-crawlies and was staring at the pool with a look of utter disgust. Carly meanwhile had both feet in the pool with a splash before any of the other girls had even taken their slippers off.
"So what are they supposed to do?" The athletic chick asked.
"They nibble all the dead skin off your feet… That is if you keep them still..." Donna purred, disliking the way Carly was swinging her legs back and forth like an impatient child.
'Hmmm this one could derail my plans...' The tall brunette thought to herself. Her mood improved as Carly instantly flinched as the fish found the salty soles that had been marinated in sweaty trainers and gym socks until they were the ultimate lure. Donna hadn't thought Carly to be the ticklish type but it was an undeniable tickle-flinch.
"Oh my God this is so weird!" Carly exclaimed.
"Rubbish! It feels good!" Donna insisted, slipping off her fluffy footwear and slipping her feet in the pool.
Donna's serene smile counteracted Carly's immense ticklishness and before long Kate had sat down and slipped her feet on the pool too. Donna didn't need to fake her look of ecstasy; the pedicure fish tied into her love of foot-worship, she had been the one to ensure this little pool was installed.
Kate meanwhile chuckled whilst splaying, wiggling and scrunching her long elegant toes; ever mindful of how horrible the tickly sensations would be if her toes were prevented from being able to move.
"You people are weird!" Emily sneered with a look of elite scorn.
"Well…. we are all a little weird!" Kate replied, tapping the space between herself and Donna gesturing for Ashleigh to sit.
Nervously Ashleigh sat between Donna and Kate and slipped her feet into the pool, the light catching her hair perfectly as the long soft brown ringlets shifted in a cascade of tight coils. Instantly the fish headed towards her petite ticklish toes making her wince and whimper.
"Ah suck it up soft girl!" Carly teased, glad the fish were no longer amassing only around her own shapely high-arched feet.
Kate gave the whimpering giggling Ashleigh a cuddle as she joined in the teasing. The cute petite girl was the baby of the group and in the old days had been called ‘light-weight’ and teased for her shyness and lack of experience. Ashleigh had since more than made up for this reputation for drinking more than some of the other women put together, but still she was often the butt of their jokes.
Donna slipped her feet out of the pool and offered her place to Emily.
"No seriously, I might just check in on the bride" The tall blonde excused herself.
Oh I'm sure she is fine, probably enjoying that pedicure or making sure she gets one of the special luxury body wraps with peppermint, Eucalyptus and… the other thing". Donna replied, aware that Emily could scupper her plans and thinking quickly of two ways to improvise.
"What other thing?" Emily asked intrigued, especially by the world luxury and the general implication that Donna wasn't telling her the full story.
"Oh they told me this morning when I first got here..." Donna began, baiting two traps.
"Wait... This morning? We only just got here!" Carly blurted out, blundering into the first of Donna's traps as she hadn’t paid much attention to the ‘planning’ on the WhatsApp group.
"Hmm... Yeah so my invite said 11am and when I got here they told me the booking was for 1pm..." Donna began, pretending not to notice the significant glances between those she knew full well had conspired to keep her away.
"Ah 11am was the meet up the coffee place first." Carly replied absentmindedly as she swirled her feet in the pool.
The silence from Emily and Kate spoke volumes as Ashleigh squealed, giggled and squirmed.
"I see....." Donna added, hoping to make her prey aware that none of them had wished her a happy birthday so far.
At the Café they had all agreed Donna wouldn't show and if she did would take the hint. That was with the exception of Carly who had been busy trying to figure out which cake had the best protein content for her new eating regime.
".... Anyway when I got here this other group had cancelled but they had already made up all the stuff for these expensive body wrap things which won't keep for long… so I had a free treatment" Donna continued.
Ashleigh wasn't listening. Kate had grabbed her in a bear-hug whilst cleverly wrapping her long light brown legs around her own. Kate even managed to seize Ashleigh’s struggling, petite toe-tips with her own strong toes to pull them back. This made the delicious, delicate spots under Ashleigh’s toes accessible to the fish and stretched her pale arches taut and vulnerable. Worst of all Kate and Carly had begun tickling her ribs.
"Noooooo-oo ho-ho! Stop it Kate! You know I don’t like it!" Ashleigh wailed.
"Tell me more..." Emily nodded with a discrete gesture indicating they should talk away from the other women and their silly games.
Reluctantly Donna left, without her face betraying her disappointment. Outside she whispered.
"So the party of four that cancelled were even richer than Jenny and had already paid a deposit..." Donna began, subtly baiting the trap to the tall blonde who had become friendlier with Jenny ever since she inherited her aunt's fortune.
"... And whatever that special ingredient was won't last a day once mixed with the Eucalyptus so they had to use it. Apparently it is anti-aging, what the celebrities secretly use".
"What was this ingredient called?" Emily asked, her eyes full of wonder.
"I can't remember, something beginning with a T.... Anyway it felt amazing, they do this immersion therapy thing too, totally cleared my head" Donna explained enthusiastically.
Emily watched as a woman she considered to be a servant took a two buckets of water to the pedicure area and began closing the curtains behind her. Emily saw the three women sitting soaking their feet. Jenny was relaxing with cucumbers on her eyes, Alexandra looked nervous and Mary was laughing and joking with the staff. Emily narrowed her eyes, half wanting to join the bride as a guest of honour by increasingly curious about the prospect of receiving something special that might elude her if she didn’t take the opportunity quickly. As Emily pondered Donna continued to speak;
"I mean it is only fair for the bride to get some of it… And who knows, maybe Alex' even won't go for it.... Honestly I think we both know it will be wasted on Mary!" Donna concluded, finalising the sale as she whispered the last part.
Emily had a look of serene satisfaction on her smug face as she prepared for her treatment in a small room that was lavishly decorated with ferns and ornaments. She settled in to the small but well organised room and exchanged her bikini top for a towel. With superior condescension she made her subservient attendants aware that she had finished changing and ‘they were to come in….’ There were two muscular male masseuses who she could tell wanted her and two women who she could tell were jealous of her. To Emily, knowing this felt better than the aromatic oils that were expertly applied to her Scandinavian skin. She sighed and relaxed, liking the way the men ran their hands down her legs, starting at the top of her hamstring before taking all the tension out of her calves. Next her back was massaged, making her sigh and snuggle into the arm soft fluffy towel. Emily winced as the women massaged her feet;
"You should warn me before you do that!" Emily chided, putting the women in their place.
Emily persuaded one of the male masseuses to do her feet instead which he did obediently and quietly: the way Emily liked her men. Somehow his firmer touches felt better than those of the women. Emily forgot herself and began to moan erotically as she was massaged. She was so relaxed she didn’t bother to cover her breasts as the wrap was administered. As the statuesque Blonde was wrapped in the porous material she sighed deeply in contentment. Her attendants had explained about the oil moving between layers of the material as it soaked out toxins and plumped up her skin but she wasn't thinking about that, Emily was overjoyed to be getting something that others were not. She lost track of time and barely noticed as her wrapped body was prepared for the immersion tank, her ears sealed up with soft plugs without a hint of resistance. Emily had been enjoying the best foot rub of her life and it was only when one of the woman gagged her she realised something might be a-miss.
"That is just to stop you getting thirsty during the immersion phase, it tastes good no?" The woman explained in a Polish or Eastern European accent.
Emily murmured in a mixture of annoyance and ecstasy; the fruity flavour was nice, but nothing compared to the foot rub and her overall smug satisfaction. As the masseuse secured the gag in place the other attendants prepared the board Emily which expertly strapped to for transportation. It was on rollers so it was an easy enough business to slide it lengthways into the coffin-like box. Emily murmured in annoyance that her foot massage had stopped and squealed as she felt the board move suddenly and swiftly into place. It was a horizontal shift but to the suddenly nervous blonde it felt like a roller coaster drop.
The tall blonde protested into her gag as the cucumbers were removed from her eyes and the box was sealed up. There was moist air around her bare feet which wiggled and flexed and began to shake as a soft material like supple leather began to encase her ankles. Emily had gone from the point of maximum relaxation to significant anxiety. 'Was this part of the treatment and she hadn't listened to…' she thought to herself as her foot massage resumed.
Suddenly Donna's face appeared on a screen just above her face. Emily's eyes were stabbed by the sudden bright like from the screen on the underside of the box lid.
"Hello Emily....." Donna's voice purred in the blue tooth speakers contained within the soft ear plugs.
".....This is a pre-recorded message…. I suspect you will be the first guest to fall into my trap. You see you have blundered into a situation where you cannot move and are utterly helpless...." Donna's voice continued as the tall blonde began to struggle inside the box to no avail, her arms wrapped tightly around her so that her hands were on her shoulders.
The two men continued to massage the now struggling feet, working from the arches up to the balls of the soft size 10's and then securing the perfect toes in a selection of restraints.
"... And being a ruthless sadist I have seen to it that you, along with your snooty friends get punished for your foolishness and pride. Say Emily by any chance are you……Ticklish?"
There was a pause of exactly one heartbeat and then by pure coincidence the two men decided to test their work by tracing one finger up and down their captive’s soft taut arches. Emily screamed and began to struggle with all her might. The box barely moved in response to its desperate captive’s movements. On the screen Donna's face chuckled;
"...Of course that will be the more bearable part of your torture!... You see I know you have a phobia of insects and creepy crawlies!... And I have friends who can make sure that every nightmare you have ever had comes true! It doesn’t make as good viewing as good ol’ fashioned tickle torture, but perhaps while we wait you would like to see some examples of what you are in for…..
(more to follow #1)
Donna smiled to herself as she walked away from securing Emily (or target #1). She was leaving the haughty blonde to be pampered and prepared Emily was content now but Donna knew it wouldn’t be long until she started panicking. If the blondes envy and greed hadn't persuaded her into the wrap-trap Donna would have lured her into the fourth set of stocks beside Mary that was presently unoccupied. On her way back to the fish pool Donna caught eyes with Makiko who she had already spotted skulking and hiding from one of the guests. The Japanese beauty was carrying a hold-all that contained the upper-stocks for the other part of the plan. Donna winked and mouthed 'one down’. Makiko responded by making the A-O-K sign by pushing her index finger and thumb together to form a circle with her other three fingers pointing up. Next she flattened her hand with her knuckles facing the ceiling and slowly lowered her palm, indicating the lowering of the 'comfort restraints' that would trap the bride and friends.
Donna considered giving Makiko a thumbs up but instead held up five fingers to indicate five minutes. Donna could hear the unmistakable sounds of tickle induced laughter coming from the pool and wanted to investigate. The tall dominatrix was not disappointed. Kate and Carly had Ashleigh pinned flat on her back. Carly was straddling the slim girl and holding her wrists tightly, an easy victory for the vivacious wrestler. Kate meanwhile sat upon Ashleigh’s thighs at the edge of the pool, keeping her victim's knees bent and in the pool alongside her own. The Ebony beauty had replicated the same technique she had used earlier and unseen by Donna was gripping Ashleigh's toes with her own, laughing alongside her victim as the fish nibbled, flittered and tickled her to Madness. Kate also gave her victim's thighs the odd tickle by reaching behind her. From Ashleigh's muffled squeaks it was apparent that this was something she couldn't stand. Carly had effortlessly stretched Ashleigh's arms high above her head with one hand and began tickling her underarms and neck with the strong short fingers of her other hand. Ashleigh frantically struggled as this new sensation pushed her from humiliation to desperation. Donna smiled and selected a ripe nectarine from a fruit bowl as she approached.
“Here, gag her with this!” She commanded as she threw the ripe orb to Carly.
Carly caught the nectarine with ease and effortlessly secured it in place. As juice slowly ran down Ashleigh’s cheeks Kate decided to give Carly’s upturned feet a tickle causing her to shriek and loose her grip on her victim’s wrists.
“Hmmmmmfth sthhhrrrmppp" Ashleigh screamed, the mass of sticky fruit disintegrating in her mouth.
"I didn't have you down as the ticklish type Carly?" Donna asked lightly.
"She caught me by surprise is all" Carly replied with a shrug as she re-seized Ashleigh’s flailing wrists.
Ashleigh spat out the remainder of the nectarine as begged: "no please.... You don't understand!"
Donna regretted she would have to cut the fun short in order to secure all four targets but was glad she had a few minutes spare to help torture the weakling. She began by selecting a second ripe nectarine and acquiring some bondage tape from one of the masseuses who always kept a small roll. Ashleigh struggled as she was re-gagged with the new piece fruit which her captors secured in place with the tape, Carly assuming it was electrical tape and not questioning how conveniently it had been produced as Kate faced the other way.
Together Carly and Donna quickly had Ashleigh's wrists secured in a mixture of tape and the cords to their discarded dressing gowns. Carly had shifted to face the other way, sitting cross-legged on her victim's skinny arms to ensure she had full access to her favourite tickle spots without the risk of her own feet being tickled again by Kate. As she leaned over Ashleigh with glee she decided to explore the silly girl’s ribs, loving how easy it was to dominate the slender brunette.
'Hmmmm.... This one has potential as a ler as well as a lee!...." Donna thought seeing the look of intense satisfaction on the athletic woman's face. There wasn't the standard sadistic twinkle in Carly's eyes but she was definitely enjoying dominating another woman. Donna meanwhile slunk in to claim her prize: Ashleigh's ticklish tummy and sides, taking delight in the way her victim couldn’t move at all. Ashleigh had some core strength but no muscle tone. Were it not for her frequent cardio the tickling would have made laughing painful for Ashleigh, but she had just enough internal rigidity such that the tickle torture did not make her abdominal muscles hurt.
Donna moved from soft gentle tickles to using more force to really punish Ashleigh’s ribs and sides. Carly shifting back to soft fingertip tickles on her helplessly stretched out underarms. The dominatrix finally decided to exploit the sweet spot just her victim's hips. Donna knew that every woman including herself had two buttons somewhere on this part of their body that if tickled with the right technique would drive them berserk. Ashleigh's torture spots were slightly closer to the centre of her body than usual but the tall dominatrix knew when she had struck gold.
"Oooohhhhmmmmhiiiighdddd! Dddnnt Ihhhh nnndddd ttttwwwooouuuu ppphhhh!" Ashleigh wailed into her fruit gag.
Donna cackled sadistically and gave the signal to Greta; one of the staff who had waited patiently and silently throughout the hi-jinks, longer than genuine staff would have done.
"Okay ladies, I know you are having fun but I think of the wrong sort. We have massages and seaweed wraps waiting for you. Better those than cleaning zee pee-pee from zee floor" The stern German woman softly explained.
"Seaweed wraps?" Carly asked inquisitively.
"Yeah I had one earlier, they are good for your muscles, kind of a compression thing I think. Also help get toxins out...." Donna replied, knowing the prospect of improving muscle performance would lure the athletic woman in. As they spoke Ashleigh tried to curl up into a ball having been released by Carly. Kate was still sitting on her knees though and pretended to forget about her as she swirled her feet about in the water. Ashleigh didn't want to protest as she knew this would prevent the reprieve she desperately needed. The fish had ceased nibbling her feet with such vigour and were congregating on Kate's soles instead. Kate shifted position to allow Ashleigh to start to wriggle free, only to trap her ankles under her lap after the sensitive girls feet were out of the pool.
"Nhhhhwoooo!" Ashleigh protested as her fresh pink soles wiggled. Donna caught a glance of the soft size five soles and wished she could carry on with the fun, but Carly was too important to secure. Of all the attendees she was the most able to put up serious resistance if aware of her peril. Luckily she was intrigued by the idea that these wrap things would improve her muscle performance and was happily being led away, first by Donna and then by two of the masseuses.
Carly hummed and fidgeted as she was massaged and oiled in another small room less lavishly decorated than the one Emily had enjoyed it had more of sports-massage feel to it and Carly felt right at home. She co-operated as she was slowly wrapped in the strange seaweed sheet from the ankles up. Once she was wrapped to the knees she began to fidget again so much that a middle aged woman with purple hair sighed and insisted she stand on a wooden stool and grasp a pull-up bar above her head. Soon her captors had her tightly secured in the wrap which was sealed with a final layer of black latex. Carly hated not being able to move and drummed her toes on the stool, a feat the purple haired woman both marvelled at and was annoyed by. Carly had long strong toes and an amazing sense of balance and was wondering what was going to come next, impatient for that swim.
“What say you we box this one up vertically Mike?” One of male attendants asked his colleague.
“Nah lie her down on a bench!” Mike replied.
Carly wondered what they meant by ‘Box up’… Something had been said about an immersion therapy tank or something and she began to protest as the two men picked her wrapped body up with the female attendants helping to guide her. Carly suddenly realised she couldn’t get out of this! She had tried to hold onto the bar out of panic but the release mechanism was hit and the metal bar was quickly caught as Carly dropped. With seconds she was laid on her back on a board to which her trapped body was secured with thick leather belts. As she refused to let go of the bar it was secured to her hands with the same black electrical tape Donna had used on Ashleigh at the pool.
“What are you doinnnnhnnn” Carly protested as she was gagged, hating the further restriction to her movement.
“What kind of box does mistress want this one in?” Mike asked nonchalantly.
“She didn’t say, if we replace the pull up bar we can rack ‘er!” Answered the middle aged masseuse with dyed purple hair.
“Good idea Ivy!” Mike answered cheerfully.
Carly tried to struggle but was hopeless. She felt defeated as she was unable to stop soft ear plugs from making their way into her ears. Her ankles were secured with some strange soft plastic that gripped them tightly within two pieces of wood that met to form the base of her box. Next Carly’s wrists were secured in a similar plastic material to her ankles and stocks clamped over them, this time Carly noticed that air was added to the plastic to really grip her struggling body. Carly’s fingers were briefly freed and the pull up bar removed only to be replaced with a plastic bar that Carly squeezed on as she struggled, it was softer and less rough than the metal pull up bar but she was still uncomfortable and confused by the whole situation. Something about the precise way the purple haired woman had said ‘rack ‘er’ had terrified Carly, she had suddenly remembered those medieval drawings of people being stretched on tables she had seen as a child.
As Carly’s female captors unbuckled the leather straps the two men built the rest of the box around her, adding sides and a lid. Carly caught her breath and tried to evaluate the situation; she was trapped, she couldn’t move… Somebody would surely notice she was gone from the group suddenly Carly’s heart sank. She often just got up and left when she got bored and therefore the other women might not think it out of character for her to disappear. As she tried to think of a way to escape the set of stocks that held her wrists began to move. Carly screamed in humiliation as she felt her wrists being drawn upwards, stretching out her body in the box until it was a tight as the seaweed wrap would allow, Carly’s ass no longer touched the base of the box and what was more she knew her lithe body could be stretched tighter if the wrap was cut away. There was no pain but Carly hated the fact she couldn’t move and angrily flexed her toes and scrunched her soles. Just as her bondage was finished the soft tickles began to her soles and Carly began to laugh and shake her head. Suddenly Donna’s face appeared in front of her on a little screen attached to the inside of her terrible coffin’s lid;
“Hello Carly. Please know that I don’t bear you any ill-will. But my sweet little warrior-woman you are just simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is a practical joke me and my friends are playing and since you have always been friendly, if a little too enthusiastic about your own achievements….” Donna began what was clearly a pre-recorded message.
Carly screamed into her gag, the soft gentle tickles too much for her to stand in her heightened state of anxiety.
“…. So I have decided to make this into a game for you!” Donna’s voice continued;
“ If you can keep still from the time this message finishes my assistants won’t tickle you… If you so much as wiggle a toe they can tickle you for one minute per flinch!...”
“Believe me your so-called friend’s will receive no such mercy!”
To be continued #2
Back at the pool Ashleigh pounded her fists impotently on Kate's back as her feet were tickled by long Ebony fingers, she used both hands together as they were still wrapped to the forearm with bondage tape. The pool attendants had tried to make the ebony sadist stop, but she had just ignored them. It was only when Ashleigh began to choke on the nectarine in her gag that Greta stepped in.
"No, come on now! You were told to stop" The German masseuse chided, tickling Kate's underarms.
Kate flinched and obediently released Ashleigh’s ankles. The skinny girl went to curl up in a ball but was scooped by the waiting Greta. A few of the other masseuses attended to the whimpering shivering tickle - victim, removing her gag and petting her like a rescued kitten. Kate, keen to abandon the scene of her crime quickly followed Donna who whispered;
"Kate! C'mon you're going to miss it!" The tall brunette gestured invitingly as she whispered and winked.
Ever fearful of missing out Kate quickly followed Donna down a corridor to a small room with a massage table and a shelf of equipment. Kate hesitated; her mind suddenly putting the pieces together from fragments only noticeable to another sadist.
"Donna you ain't getting me in one of those wraps so you can tickle me!" Kate declared backing away.
"Code red" Donna quietly answered, not actually speaking to Kate but to the waiting masseuses.
"Wha?..." Kate began, cut off as she was seized.
Two of the male members of staff had quickly enveloped Kate in an expanding plastic blanket. Before she could scream one of the female members of staff had taped her mouth shut using a dispenser especially designed for bondage tape, customised from a piece of equipment that was normally used in warehouses. Kate screamed muffled cries of protest and incredulity as she tried to work out how she had been captured so quickly and what was going on with the expanding plastic that seemed to be hugging her as it filled with air.
"Yes amazing isn't it? They use these in Japan to restrain drunks and troublemakers...." Donna explained before adding; "..of course it isn't as useful as this!"
Kate was baffled, Donna was holding up a long crystal necklace. Slowly the tall dominatrix began to unscrew the long mauve crystal that Kate guessed was a thin phial of liquid.
"This is kind of the opposite of smelling salts, one whiff and you will be ours. It isn't exactly chloroform, but you won't be able to resist my girls putting you in a truly hideous form of bondage!"
As Donna spoke Kate shook her head from side to side with eyes wide in terror.
"Had you gone along with the wrap, it would have just been your feet. But after what you did to Ashleigh I think you deserve some nipple clamps, a nice tight crotch rope... And plenty of tickle torture!
Donna had no intention of treating Kate with any mercy, but had noticed the fearful symmetry between Kate's behaviour and her own darker sadism. With the words 'tickle torture' she extended the crystal phial and watched as her victim's eyes rolled back and her struggling body went limp in the bolstering plastic. Donna and her assistants set to work securing their captives arms and legs with multiple leather straps, hoisting her up on the bench and placing her ankles in a set of stocks.
"Get the glove box!" Donna commanded.
The glove box was a cruel device that formed a coffin around a strapped down victim. The bench Kate was on was to become its base, and the stocks too were compatible. It had a black glass top with an electric screen, like the one in Emily's torture box. But the sides were where the cruelty came in; each was full of holes that bore textured gloves positioned so that people outside the box could place their hands inside and tickle their helpless victim. Some of the gloves were soft, others rough and some even sported little plastic spikes. Kate screamed into her gag as she came round, she had been aware of her peril but unable to resist until now.
Donna just laughed and left to give Makiko the wink that all four victims were secured, it had taken a little longer than five minutes so the stealth-stocks had already been lowered. As she poked her head round the curtain Alexandra was just starting to freak out. Donna wanted to bed that tall redhead so badly; she had longed for years to just get her tied naked in a spread-eagle on a luxurious bed so she could tease her pussy with feathers and brushes until the sensitive ivory-skinned goddess broke down and begged to be her tickle-slave in exchange the orgasm that had been withheld. Donna had done this to many a woman and had an entourage of such tickle-slaves who she trained in the art of this exotic torture such that each new victim could be kept in a state of erotic desperation for hours on end as tormentor after tormentor took turns to tease them as they teetered on the edge of release. Naturally whoever was ‘on guard’ during their eventual climax would take their place…
Ashleigh meanwhile was still trembling. Donna didn’t know it but she hadn’t been boxed up yet. After her ordeal at the pool she had been persuaded to stay by a gaggle of matronly masseuses who had held her tight, gently stroked her hair and fed her chocolates. At first she had felt patronised as the women cooed 'poor sensitive girl!' in a variety of accents. A part of her hated being the centre of attention but another part loved the reassurance and slowly but surely her desire to flee evaporated away. She finally sighed as she received a deep massage from six to eight knowing hands.
Ashleigh barely registered the instruction to roll over so her masseuses could 'work on her front'. She had surrendered her bikini top and was in such a state of relaxation that she had no compunction about her servants seeing her small pert breasts. Wearing only her pink and red bikini bottom Ashleigh was entirely surrendered to the relaxing massage, she felt no sense of danger until after her wrists and ankles were secured and her narrow slim body stretched out tight. As Ashleigh looked up one cucumber disk popped out from around her right eye.
"Wha?...." She murmured.
"Oh don't you worry, this is just to stretch your muscles after we have massaged them" A cheerful Welsh masseuse soothed.
"Oh.... Whatever..... Just don't tickle me like Kate and Carly did!" Ashleigh blearily replied.
"No, we won't tickle you like your friends….. They are amateurs! We are professionals see… When we start tickling you it will be real torture!" The Welsh woman replied.
It took Ashleigh a moment to register what she had heard. Suddenly with a start she pulled against her bonds. Her captors laughed cruelly, their victim's body had been stretched out at a time when her muscles were so relaxed that the sudden tensing only tightened her narrow form further. Each woman headed towards their favourite spot; a large Jamaican woman went directly for Ashleigh's feet, two eastern European women produced feathers for her underarms from a small clay pot whilst the soft voiced Welsh woman stood over her to claim her tummy.
"No please!" Ashleigh wailed as a petite Asian woman entered the room.
"Now we just need to build up your resistance to tickle-torture. For the amount you are going to be forced to endure far outweighs what you can currently stand...." Gwen: the Welsh woman softly explained as a set of stocks was clamped around Ashleigh’s ankles.
"Donna says they will be ready for this one at the wall of shame in five minutes..." The Asian newcomer peeped, marvelling at how the slim girl had been pulled rack-tight with a cushion under her skinny-ass.
"You hear that girls! Let's see how much torture we can fit into five minutes!" Gwen declared.
“Nooooooo!” Ashleigh wailed as her tormentors dug in with relish.
The Jamaican woman’s long ebony fingers contrasted with the soft pale soles they expertly tormented, her sharp well-maintained fingernails scratching just above the supple skin of knowing fingertips. No matter how much the pale soles moved the experienced torturer slowly followed them expertly applying just the right amount of pressure. Ashleigh went berserk but her bonds held tight. Even the two eastern European women feathering her underarms would have been too much for the sensitive girl but with four torturers she was pushed straight into a manic tickle-hell that sent her from relaxation to a red-faced furious panic. Worst of all was how the Welsh woman dominated her tummy and sides, Ashleigh found the woman’s short but effective fingers worse than the torment Kate and Donna had inflicted upon her earlier. The seemingly kindly but terribly cruel woman had quickly explored all the usual spots from Ashleigh’s lowest ribs down to her helpless hips and found nothing but pay-dirt. Despite her victim not being particularly strong, Gwen was still impressed with the slim girl’s core strength and was glad she would be able to punish her for the full five minutes without inflicting any pain or muscle fatigue. Gwen realised she might inflict a crueller humiliation as she prodded with two fingers in a favoured tickle-spot.
“No-ho-ho I nee-hee-hee-eed to peee-heee!” Ashleigh wailed.
Gwen already knew she had found her victim’s bladder and moved on to the next spot, she could sense her victim’s discomfort through knowing fingertips and knew it would be best to slowly build to a humiliating climax. Gwen mocked her victim with the other ‘masseuses’ her mind considering cruel possibilities as she did so. At Ashleigh’s soles the Asian messenger had begun tying back each toe, rendering the once struggling skin into taut canvases of torment for knowing ebony fingers. As the last toe was tied the Asian masseuse claimed Ashleigh’s toes as her prize using two feathers to add to the unbearable torment. As Gwen began to focus on the ‘torture spot’ with a better technique even than Donna, Ashleigh was delivered a knew torment by the two eastern European masseuses; each began to tightly trace one feather in slow circles around their victim’s nipples whilst keeping one feather to swish in her helpless outstretched underarms.
“Ah so responsive!” The blonde masseuse cooed as Ashleigh’s nipples instantly puckered and hardened.
“Such a sensitive girl!” her brunette friend added, tracing the tip of her feather in soft slow circles that got closer and closer to the tip of Ashleigh’s reddening nipples.
“Please no!” Ashleigh begged in a breathy voice, her arousal clear.
“Oh but you are out voted!” The brunette replied, adding; “Not only do we say ‘yes’ but your nips are standing proudly to attention for us, just begging for more!....”
“As Gwen said! We are professionals!” The blonde chimed in, adding; “We tickle torture sweet little temptresses like you all the time!”
“I think we could make this one climax just from tickling her nipples you know!” The sultry brunette added in her sexy accent.
Ashleigh descended into silent submissive laughter. It was pure torture but a part of her was scintillated and intrigued. Ashleigh prided herself on being able to bring home a different guy each night, lately however the pickings had been very disappointing. Although physically attractive almost every guy Ashleigh picked just rolled over and fell asleep or got up and left after they were done leaving her unsatisfied. This had annoyed her more than the five premature ejaculators and the one guy with erectile dysfunction she had belittled and later blanked in the street. Ashleigh liked sex but never insisted on foreplay, she had never even considered the idea of being strapped down and taken to orgasm again and again. Now even though the idea terrified her, it struck a chord. Ashleigh had only tried using a vibrator once and had found it too intense to try again. As the Asian woman shifted to torment her thighs she wondered with a mixture of terror and anticipation if her captor’s would use vibrators or remove her bikini bottom.
“Oh I bet you wish you didn’t have a thigh-gap now! You skinny bitch!” Patience purred as she worked her way up Ashleigh’s inner thighs to the sensitive spot where her thighs met her taint.
Ashleigh screamed, two newcomers had begun using flossers and electric toothbrushes under her tied toes as the Jamaican woman continued to torment her soft arches. The added sensation along with the torment of her thighs renewed her panic and she began to beg;
“Stop I’m going to pee!... Stop I’m going to pee!”
“Well we can’t have you ruining these now can we?” Gwen asked as she unlaced Ashleigh’s skimpy bikini bottom.
“I’m not sure if she is going wet herself or cum!” The sultry Asian masseuse purred as she used two feathers to agonisingly explore the soft spots to either side of Ashleigh’s opening womanhood. Patience was such a sweet cuddly dumpling of a woman but something about this skinny bitch had really brought out the sadist in her.
Ashleigh blushed as she felt the cool air tease her moist pussy. As much as she was utterly humiliated she secretly longed for the feather to get closer to her pussy lips and maybe even touch her clit that was slowly starting to swell and seek attention. Gwen had ceased tickling her tummy and her need to pee had vanished. She was no less desperate as Gwen cruelly presented her with something that looked like a nappy or diaper;
“Now because you’re such a weak, whiny little piss-stain!... We are going to have make you wear a nappy once you are boxed up!...” Gwen began.
“Oh sweet those things are cruel!” The brunette offered gleefully in her faint eastern European accent as she used both feathers on Ashleigh’s left nipple, her blonde friend doing the same to the right one.
“… Thing is these don’t just have the regular stuff in them see!... If you get wet due to being turned on your quim reacts with the crystals and powder to form a stimulating sauce that will keep you cumming for hours on end!...” Gwen continued as Ashleigh whimpered.
“… only thing is, if you piss yourself it stings like fuck because of the Ammonia or something!” Gwen added as an afterthought causing Ashleigh to shrink in fear.
At some point in her ordeal Ashleigh had been gagged with a big red ball that attached to leather or plastic straps, she was unsure as it had just seemed to appear in her mouth as she screamed silently in laughter. It was agreed that before Ashleigh was to be ‘b0xed up’ whilst wearing the nappy everyone had to ‘tickle the piss out of her’ for the final two minutes of her torture. The Asian messenger held a white plastic she-wee in place as twelve hungry tormentors took position. The two eastern European women were joined by two other women to tickle Ashleigh’s underarms ribs and sides. Gwen was joined by two men to really torment her tummy and abdomen. Two other men began tormenting her thighs and knees with knowing squeezes. And at her feet the Jamaican woman with two unseen assistants were continuing a masterclass of torment. Ashleigh was both humiliated and overwhelmed, within seconds she lost control of her bladder. Worst of all was the way the women would coo things like;
“Silly ticklish girl!... Doesn’t know any better!”
“Such a pathetic weakling!... Can’t control herself at all!”
Ashleigh’s humiliation was completed by the men who just silently tormented her tummy and legs until her bladder was completely emptied. Normally Ashleigh liked to see what she could make men do to get her into bed, now the tables were turned and she cringed with embarrassment as the lid was put on the bottle of the ‘she-wee’. Gwen cleaned Ashleigh with a baby wipe before adding a little powder, verbally teasing her as she did so. All the women had gone back to their maternal clucking and cooing with the exception of the two eastern European women who had resumed feathering Ashleigh’s nipples one last time until they were stiff and hard enough for a special treat. The two women showed her two small circular clamps from a special box;
“These are just in your size!” The blonde purred.
“A little something to remember us by as your friends tickle your feet!” The brunette added.
The clamps were not painful but held Ashleigh’s turgid nipples tightly in a way that sent shivers down her spine. Each clamp looked like a small metal dome, the top of which supported a tiny wheel about which the outer part of the cruel apparatus turned like a miniscule carousel causing a series of tiny brushes to gently whisper over Ashleigh’s areolae. The trapped woman gasped as the wheels picked up speed, she remembered her tormentors’ boasts that they could nipple-tickle her to orgasm and the promise that her only item of clothing would enhance the much needed release beyond mere satisfaction. Around her the bench and stocks were being turned into a box by the addition of wooden boards that accommodated and incorporated her tight bondage. Her confiners were skilled in their work and even applied a foam head restraint to prevent her turning her head from side to side. As the lid was placed on the long narrow coffin that held Ashleigh with her arms above her head the two eastern European masseuses waved by wiggling their fingers in a terrifying dance of skilled fingertips and sharp nails.
“We will see you at the wall poppet!” The blonde masseuse chimed.
“We will be focusing on your feet sweetie! No way you will be able to stand that!” The brunette added.
“We are definitely all going to have some fun with ya before your friends arrive… No way are we through with ya” Gwen added as the box lid was closed.
Ashleigh didn’t understand. What did they mean by ‘friends arrive’, everybody invited was here! ‘o0h no!’ she thought as her stomach sank. Donna must have invited all the girls on the ‘sh1t list’ as it had been called. As she panicked Ashleigh felt her coffin-like prison begin to move, she was totally in darkness and terrified. A small glimmer of hope presented itself as at least one of the girls would have to realise this was wrong and insist she be released. Ashleigh felt the air on her still tied back toes as the coffin was wheeled away, she didn’t know how many twists and turns comprised her terrible ride in darkness or where she was going but she knew her torment would continue for at least a little while longer. The air round her feet felt warmer as her coffin stopped and seemed to click into place. The only break in the anticipation and darkness came as two small panels in the sides of her coffin opened up and mysterious hands placed something soft but firm in each of her ears, Ashleigh tried to resist but the foam head restraint severely limited her ability to squirm sufficiently. Then the darkness resumed as Ashleigh was left with nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. Suddenly Ashleigh eyes were pierced by a bright light from the coffin lid. There was a screen directly in front of her face that showed Donna sneering down at her with a look of superior satisfaction;
“Hello Ashleigh!...” The face on the screen began, its voice being emitted from the Bluetooth earbuds in Ashleigh’s ears.
Ashleigh tried to respond but had forgotten about the ball gag so only succeeded in murmuring: “Dnnha lht mhhhi hhhhwwwt!”
“This a pre-recorded message and if you are seeing it then I have you where I want you!...”
“Yhhew bhhtch!” Ashleigh responded, too tired to realise or care that her captor couldn’t hear her.
“… I suspect that my minions will have some fun with you at some point but the highlight of this little lesson in humility is to show you what your ‘so called friends’ think of you. You see I know you like to pass on the negative things women say about one another behind their backs. And I know you like to embellish and exaggerate the details and the tone of voice. You like to run with the foxes and hunt with the dogs, as it where…. Well I think it is time that you find out what your foxy friends think of you!”
To be continued #3
At this point Donna was slinking away to prepare the greeting room for the newcomers who would require a glass of champagne and some cautious diplomacy before being involved in her evil scheme. The other un-invited guests were due to arrive within the hour to arrive, none knew of her scheme exactly but all were keen to gate-crash Jenny’s secret spa-do and it wouldn’t take much for her persuade them to have a little fun at their snobbish ‘friends’ expense. Donna looked back at the room she would guide them to, there was large banner with the words;
Wall of shame
Under this were six smaller signs and four pairs of wiggling feet. Kate and Carly were positioned next to one another on the left whilst Ashleigh and Emily were on the right. In the centre there were two empty sets of holes under signs that read: ‘Jenny’ and ‘Mary’. Donna hoped that Makiko and her entourage would get the bride and maid of honour in their place soon; she had just enough time to record some more taunting messages and tweak the videos the girls would watch in their boxes, getting the timing right had been crucial. Donna was sure her birthday treat would be a complete success, she even had plans to settle a few scores and trap a few of the party girls once things really got going…..
To be continued#4