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Hey so a side story I posted as a comment ended up being about 3700 words long so I decided to post it separately. It follows on from a short part of this story but it works well enough on its own
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Felicity struggled as she was escorted away from Makiko's torture chamber to one of her own. She regretted not building up more muscle tone as her captors easily stretched her out on the wooden table and secured her wrists and ankles in leather cuffs.
"No please!... Don't stretch me out like you did during my initiation!" Felicity wailed as her captors turned the cranks causing the chains attached to her manacles to rattle as they tightened.
"This will teach you to strut around like you are better than us!" one of her captors taunted.
"And to answer back to Mistress Eina" Another woman added.
"Aren't we supposed to be punishing her for slut shaming?" A petite masseuse asked.
"Yeah, so let's strip her!" The first woman concluded as Felicity was stretched out to the point of zero mobility.
"No! Please don't strip me naked!" Felicity protested as she wiggled her feet causing her black flats to slip from her stockinged soles.
Her protests were ignored as her masseuse uniform was cut away with a pair of scissors. Next her bra was unclipped and her panties cut away leaving her totally naked apart from her stockings. Her captors purred and teased, commenting on their victim's lithe slim body and what they were going to do to her. They couldn't resist tickling her all over, each targeting their favourite spots.
"Hahaha No Noooo! Don't tickle me!" Felicity laughed and begged as she squirmed.
Some of Felicity's captors held back her toes to make her sensitive nylon clad soles more responsive to their friends' sharp nails.
"Alright! I have been put in charge of Felicity's torture!" A tall Brazilian blonde declared as she entered the room.
"Denuda! No please!"
"Yes Fliss! I am in charge and as you know I am merciless! Also I don't tickle hairy women so somebody get some wax to get rid of that tuft!"
"No Denuda please!" Felicity begged, she liked to keep a small amount of pubic hair to cover her clit: it allowed her to get a little horny as she tickle-torture women all day without getting noticeably wet or climaxing from the pure thrill of having helpless temptresses at her mercy.
"Tweezers it is then!" Denuda announced.
Felicity wailed and struggled but her captors crowded around her like a pack of vixens. One by one they each used a pair of tweezers to pluck the short blonde hairs from her tuft, making her squeal and plead with them to wax her instead.
Both Denuda and other masseuses delighted in whispering their cruel designs to their helpless victim.
The core of the plan was for them to tickle and tease Felicity's pussy with feathers and brushes without ever letting her climax. If she begged them to let her climax they would push her over the edge but then tickle her mercilessly for whatever remained of the six hours she was scheduled for torture. Worst of all if she submitted to beg for sexual release she would be downgraded to being a tickle-slave: Instead of getting to tickle-torture women all day she herself would get tickled. Worst of all she would be forced to wear pearl-strand panties that would keep her constantly on the edge of an orgasm. Felicity had been subjected to this ordeal once before during her initiation but had only been required to resist the feather-light touches on her womanhood for half an hour, she had broken down and begged after 45 minutes having no idea how long she had been under the feather.
The idea of having to resist feathers and brushes teasing her clit for six hours was impossible. Felicity was humiliated as one by one her many rivals plucked her pubic hair. There were women she had helped to punish with severe tickle-torture for lesser infractions. She knew she was in trouble. Her rivals had scores to settle and based on the torture she had dished out she knew that if she failed to resist the full six hours she would be subjected to not only severe tickle-torture including foot scrubbing, cats licking the soles of her feet, more foot scrubbing but also foot roasting, bastinado and nipple-torture.
The last blonde hair was plucked leading to Denuda to begin her humiliation with a stiff white goose feather. The cruel blonde began at her inner thighs working inwards with swift bold strokes. Felicity shrieked and struggled but the rack held her stretched out so tight she couldn't twist or bend to escape the terrible feather touches to her most sensitive area. At her soles four women continued to tickle her nylon-clad soles, taking it in turns to hold her toes back to enhance the torture. As Denuda's administrations moved ever closer to her blossoming womanhood the tall Brazilian switched to use softer feathers to tease the folds of her pussy lips.
Felicity giggled and squirmed, trying to resist the scintillating touches. She tried to stay tough but her captors would throw her off by gently teasing the back of her outstretched knees with soft fingertip touches or by teasing her neck with feathers. None wanted to incur the wrath of Denuda. The four women at her soles were the exception but they were put of the tall Brazilian woman's eyeline. Their nails on her soles alone were more than the slender blonde could stand.
After ten minutes Felicity's control began to slip and she felt her clitoris began to become engorge. The slender blonde silently mouthed the words: "No!.... No!... Please!..." as her throbbing bulb worked its way out from under her hood. She knew that if her clit was exposed her captors could make her come in a matter of minutes if they wanted to. As she silently begged she threw her head from side to side as much as her bondage would allow. Cruelly her captors had adjusted her pony tail to be knotted above her head so the she was forced to keep her head up and still.
"Oh look who wants to come out to play!" Denuda declared as Felicities clit slowly slipped out from it's hood.
Felicity turned crimson with embarrassment. During her initiation her clit hadn't become exposed until minutes before she finally broke down and begged. But this time she had been half wet from tickle-torturing the young Asian student. The rules of her initiation were clear, if any of the women tickling and teasing her made her climax before she begged they would be seized and subjected to the same and more intense torments as a punishment. From her embarrassment Felicity saw a glimmer of hope, if she could climax before she broke down and begged then maybe whoever held the feather that pushed her over the edge would get punished and not her.
But Felicity's hopes were in vain, every time she got close her captors would back away and run ice over the pink skin of her thighs and tummy. As the torture continued Felicity was cut out of her nylons and tickled barefoot. Her toes were tied back and subjected to electric toothbrushes and flossers. The sole scrubbing and roasting were inflicted on her pale narrow soles before she had even broken. Her soles were oiled and roasted with both heat lamps and hairdryers. Hot, shiny and dark pink for soles were the perfect canvas for tickle-torture: every nerve was sent into overdrive, even a soft single finger touch was unbearable, but her captors showed no mercy and used a variety of hairbrushes including some that vibrated and others that seemed to heat her soles even further.
Screaming silently Felicity was gagged. Her captors decided she needed to suffer this torture for an hour without any chance of a reprieve. Skilfully they teased her clit every time the severe tickle torture chased her arousal into retreat. Felicity's normally pale ivory skin was red hot from head to toe. Ice continued to keep her from exploding even when she wasn't having her clit feathered or circled with fine brushes. Ice cubes were suspended above her from strings such that the cold drip water acted as an unpredictable form of water-torture.
When Felicity's gag was removed she wanted to break down and beg knowing no torture could be worse than what she was being forced to endure. Unfortunately she was no longer capable of forming coherent words and just wailed and screamed as her torture continued unabated. Felicity continued to struggle and scream as her tormentors cackled sadistically exploiting every ticklish spot. The best she could manage was "No please!" as her stiff pink nipples were secured in terrible clamps. The only reason she was able to speak these words was the torture of her feet had slowed so that two sturdy leather cuffs could be secured to each of her big toes. From her delirium Felicity realised what her next torture was going to be, a small pair of pulley wheels were being positioned above her. The nipple clamps were going to be attached to strong cords that would be run through the ridged wheels and then attached to her toe-cuffs. She had inflicted this cruel torture on a tall African-Caribbean woman a month before, using it to break her. Every time the poor woman's outstretched soles were touched she would flinch or scrunch her toes pulling on her nipples terribly.
"No please not that!" Felicity begged as her soles were pushed back so that the two cords were as tight as possible.
"What's the matter Fliss? Can't take the torture you like to dish out?!" The tall African-Caribbean temptress purred, thoroughly enjoying her revenge.
Felicity tried to resist but even without her feet being scrubbed and heated she would flinch at even the slightest touch. Her captors cruelly used Wartenburg wheels on her arches and electric flossers under her toes. Felicity wailed and begged for the torture to stop but her captors just laughed and mocked her;
"You need to beg us to cum, and even then the torture won't stop!"
Felicity was tickled to madness. Her captors reapplied the ball-gag until the decided her nipples needed to be freed from the clamps. Felicity was then fed water and stimulants reaching the point where unconsciousness threatened to ruin her captor's fun. Her captors deliberately kept her both unable to climax and either just able to resist begging or unable to do so. Finally Mistress Eina took a break from torturing Makiko to break the slut-shamer.
"So are you ready to submit to pleasure?!" The tall Dominatrix asked as she teased her victim's ticklish neck.
"Yes Mistress! Please let me cum!" Felicity begged.
"You want to orgasm, there is no shame in that. There is no shame in female arousal. No woman is a slut!" Mistress Eina began.
"Mistress please!" Felicity begged.
"And you also need to learn not to interrupt me!" Mistress Eina chided.
"I'm sorry!" Felicity whimpered.
"Now I am going to tickle your pussy wiv zis feather, when it is wet with your juices I am going to coat it in this powder. Zee powder vill sting at first but then you will mot be able to stop climaxing until you pass out. After zat vee vill awake you for the remainder of your punishment and your new life as a tickle slave!"
Felicity whimpered and squirmed, almost ready to cry at the prospect of being reduced to the status of 'tickle-slave'. She had taken great delight in tormenting these women as they cleaned the floors and performed other menial tasks.
"Don't forget not to stop begging!" Mistress Eina commanded.
Felicity begged as the black and white feather explored her folds. She nearly came on the spot as it brushed against her clit. Mistress Eina showed her the white powder adorning its black tip as she tettered on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. As Felicity continued to beg quietly and submissively the powder bearing feather made her scream and shake. The powder stung and burned at first but then the orgasm hit full force. The only climax that even compared was the one she had been forced to endure during her initiation, this one was more intense as she had been kept on edge for nearly two and a half hours. The powder made it a hundred times more intense as when she would usually cool off the scintillating sensations continued making her squirt quim for the first time ever.
"I told you! The powder makes you cum until you pass out!" Mistress Eina purred before adding;
"Have at her girls! She is yours for three and a half hours! And then she is mine forever!"
The women dived in hungrily making Felicity scream silently as every ticklish spot was subjected to the techniques that had been found to be the most effective over the excruciating couple of hours. Mistress Eina had left the feather on the rack between felicty's legs. Cruelly it was reapplied to her clit and tested on her nipples; the quim-powder mixture having the same effect on her rock-hard buds as it had on her throbbing pussy. Felicity's post orgasm torture lasted another half hour until she finally passed out.
With two hours left on her 'torture-clock' Felicity was allowed three hours of blissful slumber as her exhausted body was massaged with warm oil and skilled hands. She awoke in a heavy set of stocks with her arms tied high above her head. At Mistress Eina's direction she was forced to say the words; "I will not slut-shame" and "No woman is a slut" as these words were written on her immobilised soles with black ink applied by sharp tickly pens. Whenever she mis-spoke or broke down laughing her soles would be scrubbed with hot soapy water, briefly heated with a hairdryer, dried with a towel and then slapped a few time. Pink and clean her arches would then be blank canvases for torture as her tormentors resumed writing on her soles. Worst of all Mistress Eina would pause the 'torture-clock' during each scrubbing session despite these being more torturous than the quills writing on her soles.
After half an hour Felicity realised a set of pearl string panties had been applied to her throbbing pussy. 'They must have put it on me when I was unconscious on the rack.. ' Felicity realised as the pearl strands massaged her womanhood as she struggled. She had thought the residual powder was responsible for her arousal but now she realised she was trapped by one of the cruel contraptions. Felicity loved torturing women forced into these cruel devices but was dreading the fact she would now be forced to orgasm hourly as she scrubbed, cleaned and got tickled by her superior masseuses who had until recently been her equals.
After her first orgasm Felicity was punished with the nipple clamps again at the insistence of the African-Caribbean goddess. She pleaded as her toe-ties were adjusted so that curling her toes would again pull on the cruel nipple clamps
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"No!!! Not that again!" Felicity wailed.
"You know I don't let anyone use these on anyone..." The Ebony-skinned masseuse began, before adding; "but you are a special case! When you used these things on me I begged and begged but you just kept tightening them and twanging the cords!"
Felicity had no answer. Nothing else had worked on the tall ticklish woman, who was renowned as being 'unbreakable', but in a session Felicity had discovered the strong tall woman's weakness and exploited it ruthlessly.
Felicity's torture in the stocks lasted for an hour until she went limp after her tormentors finally freed her nipples from the awful clamps they spread to tickle her upper body and legs alongside her feet. After half an hour of dozing deliriously on a divan bed Felicity was prepared for 'the humiliator' a kneeling device that was the alternative of the rack for tickling women to orgasm. Felicity was too weak to resist as she was strapped in to the terrible device. She knelt on two padded benches with black leather straps that held her ankles and calves. Her wrists and upper-arms were strapped to the Y-shaped back of the device which was adjustable to the height of its victim. Straps were seemed unnecessary for Felicity's tummy and chest as the straps holding her arms kept her totally immobile. A thinner strap was prepared for her forehead but first Mistress Eina wanted to show her something.
Felicity didn't understand at first. In her hand Mistress Eina held two tiny but high quality padlocks.
"Zese are for those panties"
Felicity's eyes widened in horror.
" As you know, when we lock our slaves into zee pearl string panties zey usually don't come off...."
Felicity whimpered, she had heard this speech before. Usually for failed initiates. It was more terrifying on the receiving end, especially since she knew the words to be true, there were tickle-slaves who had failed their initiation when she passed who to this day were forced to orgasm as they scrubbed and squirmed.
".... At least not for a good number years!" Mistress Eina concluded.
Felicity whimpered as the padlocks clicked into place. She was now officially a tickle-slave. For the next hour her ticklish body was spared no torture. To begin with two cats licked tuna oil from her soles, their rough sandpapery tongues focusing on her tied toes where the oil collected. The rest of her body was tickled by numerous hands, brushes and feathers. At Mistress Eina's direction the cats were removed and Felicity's feet were scrubbed once again with hot soapy water. Next they were heated and slapped. Felicity was gagged and blindfolded, the torture was unbearable. Her pussy was not spared torment as brushes and feathers explored around the pearl strands making her climax again and again. Felicity would have climaxed without the feathers and brushes, she was able to struggle just enough that the pearl strands massaged her pussy perfectly. The worst came whenever a woman tormented her inner thighs by kneading them. This would send her into overdrive making her thrashed so much the kneeling device shook and rattled as its occupant shook herself to orgasm.
With the sixth and final hour coming to a close Felicity's tormentors gave the favourite spots a farewell tickle. She giggled at phantom tickles as she was freed from the cruel device. Rather than a masseuse's outfit Felicity was put in a 'torture-gown' made of burlap and other itchy, tickly fabrics designed to keep her squirming even when no-one was tickling her. Next she was wrapped tightly in a blanket before being forced to stand with her arms by her sides as the automatic slave-wrapper encased her tightly in plastic. Felicity knew where she was heading. As a live-in masseuse Felicity had previously enjoyed a small room she could have tickle-slaves brought to. Now she was a tickle-slave she would be stacked in the basement with the others.
There were rooms in the basement stacked with wrapped women fifteen rolled up women wide and eight women wide. Around the plastic a roll of old carpet was secured with straps. Being of average height Felicity was stored in a middle row of tickle-slaves, the tall and large women making up the lowest rows whilst the light and petite women were always stacked at the top. Her body fitted snuggly in the divot formed between the two women rolled up in blankets, plastic and carpet in the row beneath. Some lotion was applied to Felicity's hypersensitive feet making her giggle and squirm. Next thick warm socks were applied to keep her feet warm. Felicity knew this was not a kindness but rather to keep her soles sensitive and her feet appealing to her sadistic captors.
Before her downfall Felicity had snuck into rooms like this a few times to tickle socked feet and remove the socks of the ticklish soles she found most appealing. She knew this was fairly common practise and giggled as her socked soles were tickled by the women on stacking duty. As the layer above her in the honeycomb of ticklish women was completed Felicity sank into a deep dreamless sleep. Her body needed rest and she did not awake until after she was freed from the carpet and plastic the next day and plunged into a pool of ice cold water. Shivering and frightened she was retrieved from the pool and towelled down. As she struggled her captors seized her and stretched her out on a table. They stropped her naked and used hair dryers on her soles as well as drying her now straggly blonde hair.
"Welcome to your first day of being a tickle-slave" A tall brunette purred, Felicity didn't know the woman's name but recognised her as a woman she knew to be sadistic and cruel.
Felicity was dressed in a new torture gown and forced to clean the black and white tile floors barefoot but with pink gloves to keep her hands looking nice. She knew the score but could not help but tremble as the other masseuses tickled her, forced her into the correct cleaning position and talked about her, not to her. 'The correct cleaning position meant kneeling with her toes against the floor to stretch her arches taut and keeping her head up and back arched, this position tightened the pearl strands across her pussy in such a way that even breathing heavily would force her to climax.
It was all the more humiliating as Felicity was being tormented by women she had stood shoulder to shoulder with as she administered the same torture to 'scrubbers' and 'skivvies'. She received no mercy from her fellow scrubbers who remembered the brutal tickle-torture she had dished out in the past. Twice she was seized and tickled ruthlessly in the laundry room. Cruelly she was always given the dirtiest floors to clean leading her to be scrubbed down by her fellow slaves in the stocks or on the rack. The Ebony skinned woman she had tortured received Felicity's old bedroom and took great delight in making the blonde slave clean it for her. She would always strip Felicity naked and hang weighst from the cruel clamps that she applied to her victim's nipples.
"These are just for you!" She would insist as she showed the clamps and weights to the desperate blonde.
Once in a while Denuda would wax Felicity's underarms, pussy and every other part of her that needed hair removal. Once in a while the tall Brazilian blonde would go on holiday and upon her return poor Felicity would be subjected to the tweezer treatment. Sometimes she would be stretched out on the rack again or be strapped to a barrell ot metal frame that made her pussy vulnerable to the tweezers and inevitable feathers and brushes. Felicity could always tell when Denuda was away as the tall Brazillian liked to schedule regular torture sessions. Once every few days Felicity would be subjected to Denuda's cruel whims. Her tight blonde curls provoked a feeling of deep terror as within minutes of spotting them Felicity would be stripped naked and hung up by her ankles for torture. If a certain of tickler was around Felicity's nipples would be subjected to clamps as well.
Felicity's only protection came from Mistress Eina who would send for her to be sent to her private chambers to deliver foot worship and other kinky services that whilst demeaning were less torturous than the daily grind of her life as a tickle-slave.
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And that is where I will end this side story
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Felicity struggled as she was escorted away from Makiko's torture chamber to one of her own. She regretted not building up more muscle tone as her captors easily stretched her out on the wooden table and secured her wrists and ankles in leather cuffs.
"No please!... Don't stretch me out like you did during my initiation!" Felicity wailed as her captors turned the cranks causing the chains attached to her manacles to rattle as they tightened.
"This will teach you to strut around like you are better than us!" one of her captors taunted.
"And to answer back to Mistress Eina" Another woman added.
"Aren't we supposed to be punishing her for slut shaming?" A petite masseuse asked.
"Yeah, so let's strip her!" The first woman concluded as Felicity was stretched out to the point of zero mobility.
"No! Please don't strip me naked!" Felicity protested as she wiggled her feet causing her black flats to slip from her stockinged soles.
Her protests were ignored as her masseuse uniform was cut away with a pair of scissors. Next her bra was unclipped and her panties cut away leaving her totally naked apart from her stockings. Her captors purred and teased, commenting on their victim's lithe slim body and what they were going to do to her. They couldn't resist tickling her all over, each targeting their favourite spots.
"Hahaha No Noooo! Don't tickle me!" Felicity laughed and begged as she squirmed.
Some of Felicity's captors held back her toes to make her sensitive nylon clad soles more responsive to their friends' sharp nails.
"Alright! I have been put in charge of Felicity's torture!" A tall Brazilian blonde declared as she entered the room.
"Denuda! No please!"
"Yes Fliss! I am in charge and as you know I am merciless! Also I don't tickle hairy women so somebody get some wax to get rid of that tuft!"
"No Denuda please!" Felicity begged, she liked to keep a small amount of pubic hair to cover her clit: it allowed her to get a little horny as she tickle-torture women all day without getting noticeably wet or climaxing from the pure thrill of having helpless temptresses at her mercy.
"Tweezers it is then!" Denuda announced.
Felicity wailed and struggled but her captors crowded around her like a pack of vixens. One by one they each used a pair of tweezers to pluck the short blonde hairs from her tuft, making her squeal and plead with them to wax her instead.
Both Denuda and other masseuses delighted in whispering their cruel designs to their helpless victim.
The core of the plan was for them to tickle and tease Felicity's pussy with feathers and brushes without ever letting her climax. If she begged them to let her climax they would push her over the edge but then tickle her mercilessly for whatever remained of the six hours she was scheduled for torture. Worst of all if she submitted to beg for sexual release she would be downgraded to being a tickle-slave: Instead of getting to tickle-torture women all day she herself would get tickled. Worst of all she would be forced to wear pearl-strand panties that would keep her constantly on the edge of an orgasm. Felicity had been subjected to this ordeal once before during her initiation but had only been required to resist the feather-light touches on her womanhood for half an hour, she had broken down and begged after 45 minutes having no idea how long she had been under the feather.
The idea of having to resist feathers and brushes teasing her clit for six hours was impossible. Felicity was humiliated as one by one her many rivals plucked her pubic hair. There were women she had helped to punish with severe tickle-torture for lesser infractions. She knew she was in trouble. Her rivals had scores to settle and based on the torture she had dished out she knew that if she failed to resist the full six hours she would be subjected to not only severe tickle-torture including foot scrubbing, cats licking the soles of her feet, more foot scrubbing but also foot roasting, bastinado and nipple-torture.
The last blonde hair was plucked leading to Denuda to begin her humiliation with a stiff white goose feather. The cruel blonde began at her inner thighs working inwards with swift bold strokes. Felicity shrieked and struggled but the rack held her stretched out so tight she couldn't twist or bend to escape the terrible feather touches to her most sensitive area. At her soles four women continued to tickle her nylon-clad soles, taking it in turns to hold her toes back to enhance the torture. As Denuda's administrations moved ever closer to her blossoming womanhood the tall Brazilian switched to use softer feathers to tease the folds of her pussy lips.
Felicity giggled and squirmed, trying to resist the scintillating touches. She tried to stay tough but her captors would throw her off by gently teasing the back of her outstretched knees with soft fingertip touches or by teasing her neck with feathers. None wanted to incur the wrath of Denuda. The four women at her soles were the exception but they were put of the tall Brazilian woman's eyeline. Their nails on her soles alone were more than the slender blonde could stand.
After ten minutes Felicity's control began to slip and she felt her clitoris began to become engorge. The slender blonde silently mouthed the words: "No!.... No!... Please!..." as her throbbing bulb worked its way out from under her hood. She knew that if her clit was exposed her captors could make her come in a matter of minutes if they wanted to. As she silently begged she threw her head from side to side as much as her bondage would allow. Cruelly her captors had adjusted her pony tail to be knotted above her head so the she was forced to keep her head up and still.
"Oh look who wants to come out to play!" Denuda declared as Felicities clit slowly slipped out from it's hood.
Felicity turned crimson with embarrassment. During her initiation her clit hadn't become exposed until minutes before she finally broke down and begged. But this time she had been half wet from tickle-torturing the young Asian student. The rules of her initiation were clear, if any of the women tickling and teasing her made her climax before she begged they would be seized and subjected to the same and more intense torments as a punishment. From her embarrassment Felicity saw a glimmer of hope, if she could climax before she broke down and begged then maybe whoever held the feather that pushed her over the edge would get punished and not her.
But Felicity's hopes were in vain, every time she got close her captors would back away and run ice over the pink skin of her thighs and tummy. As the torture continued Felicity was cut out of her nylons and tickled barefoot. Her toes were tied back and subjected to electric toothbrushes and flossers. The sole scrubbing and roasting were inflicted on her pale narrow soles before she had even broken. Her soles were oiled and roasted with both heat lamps and hairdryers. Hot, shiny and dark pink for soles were the perfect canvas for tickle-torture: every nerve was sent into overdrive, even a soft single finger touch was unbearable, but her captors showed no mercy and used a variety of hairbrushes including some that vibrated and others that seemed to heat her soles even further.
Screaming silently Felicity was gagged. Her captors decided she needed to suffer this torture for an hour without any chance of a reprieve. Skilfully they teased her clit every time the severe tickle torture chased her arousal into retreat. Felicity's normally pale ivory skin was red hot from head to toe. Ice continued to keep her from exploding even when she wasn't having her clit feathered or circled with fine brushes. Ice cubes were suspended above her from strings such that the cold drip water acted as an unpredictable form of water-torture.
When Felicity's gag was removed she wanted to break down and beg knowing no torture could be worse than what she was being forced to endure. Unfortunately she was no longer capable of forming coherent words and just wailed and screamed as her torture continued unabated. Felicity continued to struggle and scream as her tormentors cackled sadistically exploiting every ticklish spot. The best she could manage was "No please!" as her stiff pink nipples were secured in terrible clamps. The only reason she was able to speak these words was the torture of her feet had slowed so that two sturdy leather cuffs could be secured to each of her big toes. From her delirium Felicity realised what her next torture was going to be, a small pair of pulley wheels were being positioned above her. The nipple clamps were going to be attached to strong cords that would be run through the ridged wheels and then attached to her toe-cuffs. She had inflicted this cruel torture on a tall African-Caribbean woman a month before, using it to break her. Every time the poor woman's outstretched soles were touched she would flinch or scrunch her toes pulling on her nipples terribly.
"No please not that!" Felicity begged as her soles were pushed back so that the two cords were as tight as possible.
"What's the matter Fliss? Can't take the torture you like to dish out?!" The tall African-Caribbean temptress purred, thoroughly enjoying her revenge.
Felicity tried to resist but even without her feet being scrubbed and heated she would flinch at even the slightest touch. Her captors cruelly used Wartenburg wheels on her arches and electric flossers under her toes. Felicity wailed and begged for the torture to stop but her captors just laughed and mocked her;
"You need to beg us to cum, and even then the torture won't stop!"
Felicity was tickled to madness. Her captors reapplied the ball-gag until the decided her nipples needed to be freed from the clamps. Felicity was then fed water and stimulants reaching the point where unconsciousness threatened to ruin her captor's fun. Her captors deliberately kept her both unable to climax and either just able to resist begging or unable to do so. Finally Mistress Eina took a break from torturing Makiko to break the slut-shamer.
"So are you ready to submit to pleasure?!" The tall Dominatrix asked as she teased her victim's ticklish neck.
"Yes Mistress! Please let me cum!" Felicity begged.
"You want to orgasm, there is no shame in that. There is no shame in female arousal. No woman is a slut!" Mistress Eina began.
"Mistress please!" Felicity begged.
"And you also need to learn not to interrupt me!" Mistress Eina chided.
"I'm sorry!" Felicity whimpered.
"Now I am going to tickle your pussy wiv zis feather, when it is wet with your juices I am going to coat it in this powder. Zee powder vill sting at first but then you will mot be able to stop climaxing until you pass out. After zat vee vill awake you for the remainder of your punishment and your new life as a tickle slave!"
Felicity whimpered and squirmed, almost ready to cry at the prospect of being reduced to the status of 'tickle-slave'. She had taken great delight in tormenting these women as they cleaned the floors and performed other menial tasks.
"Don't forget not to stop begging!" Mistress Eina commanded.
Felicity begged as the black and white feather explored her folds. She nearly came on the spot as it brushed against her clit. Mistress Eina showed her the white powder adorning its black tip as she tettered on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. As Felicity continued to beg quietly and submissively the powder bearing feather made her scream and shake. The powder stung and burned at first but then the orgasm hit full force. The only climax that even compared was the one she had been forced to endure during her initiation, this one was more intense as she had been kept on edge for nearly two and a half hours. The powder made it a hundred times more intense as when she would usually cool off the scintillating sensations continued making her squirt quim for the first time ever.
"I told you! The powder makes you cum until you pass out!" Mistress Eina purred before adding;
"Have at her girls! She is yours for three and a half hours! And then she is mine forever!"
The women dived in hungrily making Felicity scream silently as every ticklish spot was subjected to the techniques that had been found to be the most effective over the excruciating couple of hours. Mistress Eina had left the feather on the rack between felicty's legs. Cruelly it was reapplied to her clit and tested on her nipples; the quim-powder mixture having the same effect on her rock-hard buds as it had on her throbbing pussy. Felicity's post orgasm torture lasted another half hour until she finally passed out.
With two hours left on her 'torture-clock' Felicity was allowed three hours of blissful slumber as her exhausted body was massaged with warm oil and skilled hands. She awoke in a heavy set of stocks with her arms tied high above her head. At Mistress Eina's direction she was forced to say the words; "I will not slut-shame" and "No woman is a slut" as these words were written on her immobilised soles with black ink applied by sharp tickly pens. Whenever she mis-spoke or broke down laughing her soles would be scrubbed with hot soapy water, briefly heated with a hairdryer, dried with a towel and then slapped a few time. Pink and clean her arches would then be blank canvases for torture as her tormentors resumed writing on her soles. Worst of all Mistress Eina would pause the 'torture-clock' during each scrubbing session despite these being more torturous than the quills writing on her soles.
After half an hour Felicity realised a set of pearl string panties had been applied to her throbbing pussy. 'They must have put it on me when I was unconscious on the rack.. ' Felicity realised as the pearl strands massaged her womanhood as she struggled. She had thought the residual powder was responsible for her arousal but now she realised she was trapped by one of the cruel contraptions. Felicity loved torturing women forced into these cruel devices but was dreading the fact she would now be forced to orgasm hourly as she scrubbed, cleaned and got tickled by her superior masseuses who had until recently been her equals.
After her first orgasm Felicity was punished with the nipple clamps again at the insistence of the African-Caribbean goddess. She pleaded as her toe-ties were adjusted so that curling her toes would again pull on the cruel nipple clamps
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"No!!! Not that again!" Felicity wailed.
"You know I don't let anyone use these on anyone..." The Ebony-skinned masseuse began, before adding; "but you are a special case! When you used these things on me I begged and begged but you just kept tightening them and twanging the cords!"
Felicity had no answer. Nothing else had worked on the tall ticklish woman, who was renowned as being 'unbreakable', but in a session Felicity had discovered the strong tall woman's weakness and exploited it ruthlessly.
Felicity's torture in the stocks lasted for an hour until she went limp after her tormentors finally freed her nipples from the awful clamps they spread to tickle her upper body and legs alongside her feet. After half an hour of dozing deliriously on a divan bed Felicity was prepared for 'the humiliator' a kneeling device that was the alternative of the rack for tickling women to orgasm. Felicity was too weak to resist as she was strapped in to the terrible device. She knelt on two padded benches with black leather straps that held her ankles and calves. Her wrists and upper-arms were strapped to the Y-shaped back of the device which was adjustable to the height of its victim. Straps were seemed unnecessary for Felicity's tummy and chest as the straps holding her arms kept her totally immobile. A thinner strap was prepared for her forehead but first Mistress Eina wanted to show her something.
Felicity didn't understand at first. In her hand Mistress Eina held two tiny but high quality padlocks.
"Zese are for those panties"
Felicity's eyes widened in horror.
" As you know, when we lock our slaves into zee pearl string panties zey usually don't come off...."
Felicity whimpered, she had heard this speech before. Usually for failed initiates. It was more terrifying on the receiving end, especially since she knew the words to be true, there were tickle-slaves who had failed their initiation when she passed who to this day were forced to orgasm as they scrubbed and squirmed.
".... At least not for a good number years!" Mistress Eina concluded.
Felicity whimpered as the padlocks clicked into place. She was now officially a tickle-slave. For the next hour her ticklish body was spared no torture. To begin with two cats licked tuna oil from her soles, their rough sandpapery tongues focusing on her tied toes where the oil collected. The rest of her body was tickled by numerous hands, brushes and feathers. At Mistress Eina's direction the cats were removed and Felicity's feet were scrubbed once again with hot soapy water. Next they were heated and slapped. Felicity was gagged and blindfolded, the torture was unbearable. Her pussy was not spared torment as brushes and feathers explored around the pearl strands making her climax again and again. Felicity would have climaxed without the feathers and brushes, she was able to struggle just enough that the pearl strands massaged her pussy perfectly. The worst came whenever a woman tormented her inner thighs by kneading them. This would send her into overdrive making her thrashed so much the kneeling device shook and rattled as its occupant shook herself to orgasm.
With the sixth and final hour coming to a close Felicity's tormentors gave the favourite spots a farewell tickle. She giggled at phantom tickles as she was freed from the cruel device. Rather than a masseuse's outfit Felicity was put in a 'torture-gown' made of burlap and other itchy, tickly fabrics designed to keep her squirming even when no-one was tickling her. Next she was wrapped tightly in a blanket before being forced to stand with her arms by her sides as the automatic slave-wrapper encased her tightly in plastic. Felicity knew where she was heading. As a live-in masseuse Felicity had previously enjoyed a small room she could have tickle-slaves brought to. Now she was a tickle-slave she would be stacked in the basement with the others.
There were rooms in the basement stacked with wrapped women fifteen rolled up women wide and eight women wide. Around the plastic a roll of old carpet was secured with straps. Being of average height Felicity was stored in a middle row of tickle-slaves, the tall and large women making up the lowest rows whilst the light and petite women were always stacked at the top. Her body fitted snuggly in the divot formed between the two women rolled up in blankets, plastic and carpet in the row beneath. Some lotion was applied to Felicity's hypersensitive feet making her giggle and squirm. Next thick warm socks were applied to keep her feet warm. Felicity knew this was not a kindness but rather to keep her soles sensitive and her feet appealing to her sadistic captors.
Before her downfall Felicity had snuck into rooms like this a few times to tickle socked feet and remove the socks of the ticklish soles she found most appealing. She knew this was fairly common practise and giggled as her socked soles were tickled by the women on stacking duty. As the layer above her in the honeycomb of ticklish women was completed Felicity sank into a deep dreamless sleep. Her body needed rest and she did not awake until after she was freed from the carpet and plastic the next day and plunged into a pool of ice cold water. Shivering and frightened she was retrieved from the pool and towelled down. As she struggled her captors seized her and stretched her out on a table. They stropped her naked and used hair dryers on her soles as well as drying her now straggly blonde hair.
"Welcome to your first day of being a tickle-slave" A tall brunette purred, Felicity didn't know the woman's name but recognised her as a woman she knew to be sadistic and cruel.
Felicity was dressed in a new torture gown and forced to clean the black and white tile floors barefoot but with pink gloves to keep her hands looking nice. She knew the score but could not help but tremble as the other masseuses tickled her, forced her into the correct cleaning position and talked about her, not to her. 'The correct cleaning position meant kneeling with her toes against the floor to stretch her arches taut and keeping her head up and back arched, this position tightened the pearl strands across her pussy in such a way that even breathing heavily would force her to climax.
It was all the more humiliating as Felicity was being tormented by women she had stood shoulder to shoulder with as she administered the same torture to 'scrubbers' and 'skivvies'. She received no mercy from her fellow scrubbers who remembered the brutal tickle-torture she had dished out in the past. Twice she was seized and tickled ruthlessly in the laundry room. Cruelly she was always given the dirtiest floors to clean leading her to be scrubbed down by her fellow slaves in the stocks or on the rack. The Ebony skinned woman she had tortured received Felicity's old bedroom and took great delight in making the blonde slave clean it for her. She would always strip Felicity naked and hang weighst from the cruel clamps that she applied to her victim's nipples.
"These are just for you!" She would insist as she showed the clamps and weights to the desperate blonde.
Once in a while Denuda would wax Felicity's underarms, pussy and every other part of her that needed hair removal. Once in a while the tall Brazilian blonde would go on holiday and upon her return poor Felicity would be subjected to the tweezer treatment. Sometimes she would be stretched out on the rack again or be strapped to a barrell ot metal frame that made her pussy vulnerable to the tweezers and inevitable feathers and brushes. Felicity could always tell when Denuda was away as the tall Brazillian liked to schedule regular torture sessions. Once every few days Felicity would be subjected to Denuda's cruel whims. Her tight blonde curls provoked a feeling of deep terror as within minutes of spotting them Felicity would be stripped naked and hung up by her ankles for torture. If a certain of tickler was around Felicity's nipples would be subjected to clamps as well.
Felicity's only protection came from Mistress Eina who would send for her to be sent to her private chambers to deliver foot worship and other kinky services that whilst demeaning were less torturous than the daily grind of her life as a tickle-slave.
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And that is where I will end this side story
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