Tickle Tutor #8: A Legacy of Maniacs MF/f

Tickle Tutor #8: A Legacy of Maniacs

By TickleMantis

MF/f

Previously…​

Seeking vengeance for crimes committed against her and other innocents, Emma Clark soon finds her own desires have started to cloud the path toward justice. After locating the notorious Madam Ui, the pair of unlikely allies set out to take down their common enemy, only for more innocents to get caught in the crossfire. Among those made to suffer is Cindy Reid, a former fellow student from Emma’s hometown now turned unwilling spy in the employ of billionaire Harry Deveno Junior.

Also employed by Deveno is his personal assistant, a young woman known as Hannah Quist. Saddled with perhaps the worst assignment of a career that’s barely even begun, Hannah puts up with her boss’ handsy assaults on a daily basis. After several months working under the irritable industrialist things begin to escalate when young paralegal Cindy Reid catches his eye. Not the only new hire in Deveno’s staff, Cindy is joined by a mysterious freelancer whose role it appears is entirely depraved.

Meanwhile, Harry is locked in a bitter battle over company matters with his business partner and widow to his late father, Gwendolyn Deveno. In disguise, the freelancer Izan uses his unique skill set to compel Gwendolyn toward her stepson’s way of thinking. Gwendolyn however isn’t the type of woman who’s quick to wave the white flag after a single loss. Taking a page from Harry’s book of underhanded tactics, the scorned widow knows that it takes more than a single battle to determine the outcome of a war…

Chapter One: Meet The New Boss​

An hour before they’d landed the men put a bag over Emma’s head. Madam Ui and Hannah got the same treatment, as far as she knew. From the plane they’d been moved to a van and from there it was anyone’s guess where the three women were taken. At the destination Emma was hoisted onto someone’s shoulder, a big man who purposely poked her in the ribs as he carried her, eliciting squeals every other step.

“P-put me down!” The buxom redhead wriggled, feeling the unmistakable jostling of a staircase. She could see the barest hints of light through the black bag, it’s draw string synched just a touch too tight around her neck. The man whose shoulder upon which was she was bent over responded only by pinching her side. “Eeeiehaha!”

Whoever he was, he was tall and strong. Emma could feel his muscles, one burly shoulder pressed into her stomach, one steely forearm coiled around the back of her thick thighs. He carried her with ease despite her struggling, though blinded and bound with hands behind her back there was hardly much fight the freckle-faced girl could have given. Each time he’d poke at her Emma would kick, her knees patting pitifully into his well toned chest. The fear of finally reaching the end of their journey gripped the captive girl, especially knowing there were almost certainly several more brutish men somewhere nearby. Fear, and an unruly sense of dreaded arousal.

“There we go.“ Said the man, his voice gruff as he gripped her by the hips and launched the curvy young woman into thin air. “Happy?”

“Oof!” Emma’s shapely butt hit something soft and she fell back. A mattress, she guessed as she squirmed upon it, what was likely a duvet cover wrinkling under her. Tied and unable to see, the anxious girl remembered her jeans were still open at the front. Zipper wide apart, belt dangling, the front of her shamefully stained pink panties on full display. At least she was clothed, which was more than could be said for her fellow prisoners, wherever they were.

“Hold still now.” Another man’s voice this time, a little softer. A large hand took hold of the fiery haired girl’s right ankle.

“No no!” Emma jerked her leg, worming her body to try and crawl away. “Get off me!”

The man who’d carried her spoke again. “He said hold still.” And before the fitful girl could even think to obey he began clawing at her sides.

“Eiieehaha! Nohonohopleaaheehee!” Girlish laughter filled the confines of her dark world. Twisting and rolling helplessly between her capturer’s hands, Emma could feel the tips of all ten of his fingers digging through the thin material of her yellow t-shirt.

As she strained to free her wrists from the rope around them and giggled loudly, the hopelessly sensitive journalist forgot all about the other man holding her lower leg. Kept well distracted by the one with the gruff voice, the other beastly fellow was able to easily pull her leg out and set the back of her ankle to rest upon a narrow wooden surface. While Emma plead for the unseen attack to end, her voice high-pitched with laughter, a rope similar to the one binding her hands was looped several times around her ankle. Only when the abrupt assault on her midriff came to a merciful halt did the worrisome girl realize her leg was now firmly trapped.

“Wh-where am I?!” Emma stammered, a little breathless after several seconds of terrible tickling. “Please-please tell your boss, tell Mr. Deveno I’m not here to cause trouble! I want to help him!” She felt fingers start to curl around her left ankle and darted her leg away. “Please don’t! I swear I-“ The memory of Madam Ui and poor Hannah aboard the plane flashed into Emma’s mind. “WE only want to help!”

It was, after all and as far as the pleading girl knew, entirely her fault that her companions had ended up kidnapped in the first place. She should never have undermined Madam Ui’s one demand to avoid Harry Deveno at all costs. Now history was repeating itself as anyone who went near Emma these last six months seemed to be guaranteed a terrible fate. Wendy Starr and Deena Tripp, Cindy Reid, Madam Ui herself and even poor Hannah Quist. Especially Hannah, whose only crime was getting caught in the whirlwind and suffering for it.

“Help yourself by staying still.” Gruff-Voice spoke again, right as he took hold of the redhead’s hips and dug his thumbs deep into the soft spots just inside the bone.

“Yeeeihaha! Nohonohoho!” Emma sprung up, hunching forward before losing balance and toppling sideways. Kicking her one free leg the straining girl bounced madly, desperate to dislodge the two wiggling thumb-tips from her lower tummy. “Stop it! Ahahaha! Stopeeiihahaha!”

Her remaining shred of freedom didn’t last more than a couple of seconds. Just as had been done to the giggling journalist’s right leg, the left was quickly snatched up and pulled down toward what she assumed was the foot of the bed. Pinning Emma’s last loose limb six inches or so from it’s bound counterpart, the softer-spoken man spun more rope and tied her ankle in place. Completely restrained as the last knot was tugged tight, the helplessly laughing girl could now only wiggle her sock covered feet as they dangled off the edge of whatever they had been bound to.

“Would have been easier just to do as you’re told, eh?” The man who’d carried her relented his latest attack. “Not that I’m complaining.”

The man who’d tied her ankles down was still looming near Emma’s alarmingly vulnerable feet, a fact she was all too aware of. “Maybe she’s bratty on purpose.” He said and the curly haired girl imagined him giving a careless shrug. “Could be she likes it.”

“No!” Emma scoffed though even she was not entirely convinced. The truth of late was somewhat more complicated, at least in theory. Ever since her torment at the hands of Jai Lin the thought of being tickled had been turning the confused young woman on to unprecedented degrees. Actually being tickled itself turned her on too, though if the burly man’s poking and prodding was anything to go by she still found the experience most disagreeable.

“You like tickling others though, don’t ya?” Gruff-Voice poked a finger gently around the redhead’s neck making her squeak and hunch one shoulder up. “Relax, I’m tryna take your hood off.”

“Ah!” Emma gasped when the bag was pulled from her head. Squinting, it took a moment as her eyes adjusted to the warmly lit room. She was in fact tied to a bed, a great four-poster frame taking center stage among a collection of other richly made wooden furniture in what was a rather large bedroom. Looking down over her curvaceous body, the trapped girl took note of her petit feet which were skillfully tied overtop of the railed footboard.

Gruff-Voice, it turned out, was the very same man who’d provided brutish in-flight entertainment on their plane ride earlier in the day. Holden Reznor his name was, and he towered on the right hand side of the bed, a boisterous smirk surrounded by a bushy Viking-like beard. At the foot of the bed stood a slightly darker skinned man Emma didn’t recognize. Dressed similarly to Holden in all black, the strapping man had a head of long dark hair that hung in a single thick braid most of the way down his back. Despite his occupation the second kidnapper had much kinder eyes than Reznor’s mischievous glare, and both his muscular arms were covered in colourless tattoos of various iconic North American animals.

“No sense denying it, Red.” Reznor tossed the black bag on top of the numerous pillows that were piled several inches above Emma’s head. “We all saw what you did to the blonde girl back in ‘Frisco.”

“That wasn’t-that was just-“ The sheepish girl fumbled over her own thoughts. Depending on how much the men had seen there was no way to hide her sinful enjoyment of the terrible things she’d done to Hannah. “We…we were just looking for answers.”

Reznor chuckled and his tattooed friend cracked a minimal smile. “What do you think, Chev?” The bald Viking said. “Think our little firecracker here likes dishing it out or taking it more?”

The one named Chev shrugged his broad shoulders in almost the exact way Emma had imagined him doing. “I think the boss said we were to tie her up and get out of here.”

“Ah, come on.” Reznor stepped so close to the bedside his legs pressed against the mattress. “Look at her will ya? We got a couple minutes. You can’t tell me you aren’t tempted.”

Both of the hulking soldiers looked over their blushing captive, their eyes all curious and hungry. Emma’s breath stopped in her throat, her skin bristling with nervous energy. She recalled once again the way Reznor had manhandled Madam Ui during their flight, his mass of sheer strength grabbing and pawing at the much smaller woman’s body. Even if Ui hadn’t of been tied up there would have been nothing she could have done against such immense power, the bear of a man making her conform to whatever carnal desire occurred to him at any given second. Faced now with two giant men and more restrained than her companion had been, Emma could hardly imagine how terribly they could make her suffer.

“Hmm.” Chev tilted his head thoughtfully to one side and began strolling around to the opposite side of the bed from his friend. “What’s a couple minutes?”

“No-nono wait!” Looking back and forth hurriedly between the two men, the anxious girl couldn’t help from feeling as turned on as she was afraid. Arousing as the dark fantasies might have been, the reality of having multiple barbaric figures aiming to use her for their amusement was a special kind of hell. For Emma’s sins such punishment was perhaps exactly what she deserved, yet the earning of it didn’t make the result any more palatable.

“No way out, Red.” Reznor loomed large, leaning in just as Chev pressed his own legs against the other side of the mattress.

Having already seen how Holden responded to pleas for mercy, Emma decided to hinge all her desperate hopes on the darker skinned man. “Please, please d-don’t do it!” Putting on her best puppy-dog expression, the fretful girl had to believe those kind eyes held some measure of pity behind them.

“Oh you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree there, sweetheart.” The bearded man’s huge hands came up, his fingers clawing gently at the air over their captive. “Ol’ Chev’s almost as mean as Sergeant Lucas himself!”

Chev titled his head slightly and gave that shrug again. Following Reznor’s example his hands rose up too. A foot above her the soldiers’ twenty collective fingers danced slowly, each one set to drop directly down onto Emma’s unprotected torso. Terrible as Harry Deveno’s reputation was the bound girl still hoped he might stride through the door at that very moment. Escaping seemed unlikely, even impossible, but if nothing else the arrival of their boss would at the very least delay her misery, if only for a short time. Hopes dashed as soon as they’d arrived, Chev and Reznor’s fingers dived downward, plunging onto the redhead’s cotton-covered with lethal speed.

“Aiiieeehahaha!” Emma lurched upward, curling her abdomen tight as the two men poked and prodded and squeezed. Against her tiny body the muscular duo’s large pinching paws were able to cover almost the entire length of both tender sides with their reach. Fingertips drilled into the squealing young woman’s convulsing midriff, dug at her heaving ribs and even grazed the outermost edges of her hefty bosoms. Flailing back against the covers, Emma strained with laughter and rolled wildly between their groping hands.

“Funny,-“ Chev goosed the struggling girl’s side with a striking intensity, an act that instantly turned her pleading gasps into a torrent of erratic squealing. “-don’t think we’ll even need to rack this one to make her talk.”

“You hear that, Red?” Holden asked, and Emma very much had not heard either of them as they continued to claw at her. “Chev thinks you’ll spill the beans in no time!”

“Maybe we’ll get to rack her after the boss is done?”

“What do you think, little lady?” The bald Viking spoke up, just loud enough for his teasing words to get through the spasming girl’s laughter. “Chev and I take you back to his place, hm? Get your gear off, strap you up good and naked?”

As though the agony of being defenseless, outnumbered and pitilessly tickled didn’t already cause Emma’s nipples to point through her shirt, Reznor’s taunting only served to pile on her arousal. Her freckled cheeks blushing harder by the second, thoughts of being nude and stretched across some well-used wooden rack in front of the men now swirled in the buxom girl’s panic-addled mind. The mere thought of it was a torture unto itself, and knowing such a thing could be made reality in the near future drove Emma mad with a dread that walked hand in hand with forbidden lust.

“Girls love my rack.” Chev stated plainly as a couple of his digits slipped under the redhead’s shirt, stroking directly across the sensitive flesh of her lower tummy.

“I don’t know about most girls, but this one might!” Not to be left out, Reznor sent a few fingertips sliding under the bottom of their prisoner’s shirt as well.

“Naahaha! Notthereahaha! Eiieeaha!” Emma’s curls flew as she stared down, wide eyes glaring at the wiggling fingers creeping along the top of her waistline.

“All girls.” The pony-tailed man made an indignant frown, carrying on their conversation as if there wasn’t a young woman cackling miserably between them.

“What about that one last week?” Holden was just as casual, even as he invited himself to push the redhead’s shirt a little higher and expose more of her milky white belly.

“Pink hair?”

“That’s the one. You can’t tell me she was having a good time.”

“She said she loved it.”

“She was crying!”

“And laughing, don’t forget.”

“Because you wouldn’t stop licking her toes.” Reznor had both hands on Emma’s bare tummy now, his deft fingers skating maddeningly up and down between her ribs and open belt.

“She loved that too.”

“It doesn’t count if you make them say it.”

“We should find her again, she was fun.” Chev kept one hand pinching at the breathless girl’s stomach while his other had wandered higher, his digits prodding curiously around the bulbous side of her large breast.

“After what we did to her she probably left town.”

“I think she was only here for spring break anyway.”

What small snippets of the soldiers’ conversation Emma managed to catch had sent her disastrous libido into a fervor. Try as she might to avoid them, images of pink-haired nymphs bound by unforgiving leather straps joined alongside fantasies of herself trussed up and stripped for further anguish. For all Madam Ui had told her to avoid Harry Deveno the fact was the busty girl now wanted to see him more than ever. Relentless as Reznor and Chev were it was clear nothing except the rival of their boss was going to stop their fingers from running rampant over her terribly ticklish body. If Emma hadn’t had a reason to hate the billionaire beforehand she certainly did now, and it started with his tardiness.

“A-hem.” Someone cleared their throat and both men snapped back, the pair of them standing at immediate attention either side of the bed.

Emma wheezed, her shirt bunched up around her lower ribcage and rising with each deep breath. Now clear of their wiggling fingers the flustered girl could focus a little, or just enough to notice the feeling of a warm dampness between her thighs. God, she was feverishly horny and far from the first time that day. The men weren’t looking at her anymore, both of them focused toward the door, something the curvaceous girl found she was both thankful for and strangely disappointed by.

“Thank you gentlemen-” The new voice said, a woman by the sound, and as soon as she spoke both Reznor and Chev began walking quickly out of the room. “-that will be quite enough.”

The door clicked shut followed by a series of gentle, leisurely footsteps. Still catching her breath, Emma swallowed and blinked. Looking down over her disheveled attire and passed her socks there stood a statuesque blonde woman, one eyebrow raised as she examined the bound girl with a discerning look. A moment passed as the redhead’s frazzled mind put itself back together. Then, like someone had hit her across the chest, the voluptuous captive realized it had not been Harry Deveno behind her capture at all, but his one-time stepmother and business partner, Gwendolyn Deveno.

“I’ve never much understood the fascination.” The casually dressed woman mused thoughtfully. “One might think I’d have figured it out after all these years.” She sighed and made a sort of sad smile. “Still, I can appreciate tickling has it’s uses. Compelling a person to do something they’d rather not, for example.”

“I…I...This…” Emma began three different thoughts and failed to finish any of them.

“You seem confused, young lady.” Mrs. Deveno stood just inches from the bound girl’s dangling feet. “In that we are alike. I was distressed recently. I’m not the type to usually get distressed but there were decisions made beyond my control. My response was…admittedly quite dramatic. Imagine then, my surprise when my security team told me a little freckled girl and a former associate of my husband’s had beaten me to the punch.”

“We’re not enemies.” Something partway useful finally managed to blather out of the redhead’s lips. “You went after Hannah. We did too. We’re on the same side.”

“Are we?” Gwendolyn spoke with a sternness that suggested her question was far more of a statement. “Which side would that be, exactly? You don’t work for Harry and you don’t work for me. Unless you do work for Harry. I can imagine him sending someone to torment his own assistant.”

“No! This is- it’s all just gotten so complicated…” Emma furrowed her brow. “Please, look I, if you can just –just let me up, let me think, I can tell you everything, anything you want to know!”

“I’ll tell you what.” The shapely older woman closed those few inches between herself and the foot of the bed. Once there, with her prisoner’s feet wiggling nervously over the edge, she hooked a single index finger under the rim of one small sock. “I’ll take no pleasure in this-“

“N-no wait!” Flinching her foot, the trapped girl squeaked, cringing as she felt Gwendolyn’s fingertip slither alongside her ankle.

Unabated, the striking blonde began pulling Emma’s sock downward. “-but since it seems to be the only language anyone involved seems to understand, I’m going to tickle you.”

“Nonono please! Please! I’ll tell you anyway! I’ll tell you!” Alarms blared within, flames bursting out of control in the recesses of the captive’s libido. She recalled the last time a woman of imposing nature and billions of dollars to her name had her tied to a bed. The fact it happened twice was remarkable indeed, and Emma might have focused more on that fact if she weren’t consumed by panic and arousal. “It-it’s about Jai Lin and, and-“

“And, and…”

“Pleeheeheease no!” As her sock was dragged down the length of her tiny foot, the buxom girl could feel Mrs. Deveno’s long fingernail graze the outer-side of her sole.

“I don’t know who Jai Lin is.” Gwendolyn tossed the sock aside and left five of Emma’s petit toes curling in the open. “So I suggest you start from the very beginning.” She hooked her other index finger under the rim of the giggling young woman’s remaining sock.

“Okay! Okayeehee! Nnfff!” Pursing her lips, the squirming girl could scarcely keep still as she tried to stifle the slew of laughter threatening to burst out of her. “I need-I need a minute aheehee! J-just st-stopeheehe!”

“I’m not even tickling you yet.”

“I can’t thiieheeink!”

“Suppose you’d better hurry then.”

Her second sock went sailing away and with both feet completely naked Emma shook her head. Mrs. Deveno looked on plainly, true to her word she didn’t appear to particularly enjoy the activity. There was an indifference in the widow’s eyes, and that lack of real interest somehow turned the blushing girl on even more. Frustrated with herself it was beginning to seem like there was little left in the world that didn’t turn her on anymore, be it the rabid hunger of Reznor and his ilk or someone like Gwendolyn who didn’t care whether Emma suffered or not. Even as she started to wiggle five well manicure nails just above her captives left foot the elegant heiress’ expression did not change.

“O-okay, okay! It began, it began with uh -with uh-“ Unable to take her eyes off of those talons poised so dangerously close to her hypersensitive soles, the excruciatingly ticklish girl sputtered dumbly. Fighting back the swell of giggles bubbling in her chest, concentrating on anything besides the threat of having her feet touched was a monumental undertaking indeed. “M-Mr. Lucas!” A useable thought struck and just as Emma managed to stutter it out one of Gwendolyn’s claws brushed with a barely noticeable stroke across the heel of her left sole. “Eiehee!”

“The more you laugh, the more I’ll tickle.” Mrs. Deveno almost sounded regretful. “Talk fast.”

For a supposedly unpracticed torturer, the voluptuous billionaire’s approach to interrogation was as maddening as a seasoned veteran’s. Instead of an outright assault which would have rendered Emma unable to talk within seconds, Gwendolyn kept her fingers wiggling so close it was a wonder air could pass between the two of them. Stretching her bare soles back, the flummoxed redhead strained to stay out of reach as the occasional fingernail would skim her horrifically sensitive skin. Through the internal chaos that was her agony and arousal, Emma struggled to tell the long and winding tale of her fight to take down Jai Lin.

Through spluttering giggles and abrupt shrieks, the endlessly squirming girl forced forth as much detail as she could. After a few exhausting minutes, somewhere around the part involving poor Wendy Starr’s dreadful experience behind closed doors, tears began to well in Emma’s eyes. By the time she reached her discovery of a more nefarious plot from the comfort of her New York apartment, the fiery haired journalist could feel her soaked pussy pulsate. There was still a lot of story left to tell, and after almost fifteen minutes of relentless teasing it was clear the end couldn’t be reached without some measure of mercy.

“I ca-I cahahan’t!” Emma gasped, her curly locks whipping about. Her face was bright red and a tear trickled down one freckled cheek. With her nipples tingling beneath her bra and a growing warmth in her lower tummy there she knew climax would arrive before the story was done. “I’m telling you! Eeeheehee! Please, I-I’m doing what you want!”

“Good.” Gwendolyn bought her free hand around to hover severely close below the redhead’s right foot and danced her slender fingers in the air. “And I’ve no doubt you’ll continue.”

“Ahnohohoho!” Vibrating atop the covers as if she were being tickled, the paranoia alone caused the buxom girl to laugh desperately.

“Keep talking.”

“Pleeheeheease! I cahaha! Ican’tthink! Aeheehee!”

“You’re wasting your breath. Just imagine how hard it’s going to be-“ Mrs. Deveno raked a single nail tip from the bottom of Emma’s heel all the way to the tender balls of her right foot. “-if I keep doing this repeatedly.”

“AAAIIEEHE!” Arching her back violently, the curvy girl shrieked and curled her toes, the accosted sole wrinkling it’s creamy skin.

A gut-wrenching thought occurred to Emma as she flopped back down; that perhaps in part her attempts to speak were not hindered entirely by involuntary laughter. Perhaps, just maybe, there was some devilish part of her that stood in aggravating defiance against both Gwendolyn’s questions and her own wishes for freedom. That naughty, rebellious spark that was becoming more and more difficult to fight everyday. It didn’t want to talk, because it didn’t want to leave.

“Three seconds before I do that again.” The widow waggled the offending finger in full view of her prisoner. “Three…twoooo…”

“I went home!” Emma blurted, and continued to blurt and blubber as she giggled and twitched and writhed through the rest of her sordid tale. Wendy and Deena’s capture, followed briefly thereafter by her own. Torture at the hands of Jai Lin, Aleena’s betrayal and the search for Madam Ui. She covered Ui’s own story as best she could remember and went on to the fateful meeting with Cindy Reid. Through more tickled tears Emma explained why she and Ui had tortured Hannah Quist, and how it had all bought them to the here and now.

Gwendolyn showed no sign of joy or disdain, her fingers carrying on robotically over the course of what must have been close to an hour. By the time the tale was told in full, or as close to full as Emma could manage under the nerve-racking stress of almost being tickled for so long, her desire to climax had long since turned from want to need. Nipples swollen to the point of pain, the fervently horny girl longed for her teasing goddess to let loose, to unleash all ten fingernails across her soles and abolish the horrid, unending anticipation. A second or two would do it, it would be all she needed and far more than she could stand. Just enough to send her reeling, that was all she wanted, a quick stroke to unbind the monstrous orgasm scratching and titillating her every tingling nerve.

“Then what I gather, from all that-“ Mrs. Deveno folded her arms, her amble cleavage ballooning as she pushed her bosoms up a little. “-is we are not on the same side at all. Your interest is focused on this Jai Lin person, far and away from putting an end to my business partner. We are hardly aligned.”

“N-no…unhh…” Emma squeezed her thigh muscles, grinding her ass lewdly into the mattress as she tried to keep from moaning. “You’re wrong…mmf…”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You…you don’t want to stop Harry...”

Gwendolyn scoffed. “Do I not?”

“You were married to his father.” The breathless girl paused to huff a couple of deep breaths and rolled one side of her face against the duvet which soaked up some tears. “Everything I know of Harold Deveno, you can’t have had any easy time.”

“An understatement, but go on.”

“Harry, Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, Madam Ui. Even me.” Emma rolled the other way and dried her face. She took a second to compose herself further but still had to bite her lip a little when taking in the sight of her own bare feet bound helplessly before the stunning older woman. “You now too, as it stands. All of it, all of us, we’re all products of Harold Deveno.”

“Are we now?”

“That was–is his greatest crime.” Propping herself up on her elbows, the flustered girl grimaced as she fought to ignore the ongoing sinfulness throbbing beneath her panties. “Your husband made a lot of people suffer in his life, and many many more have suffered since he passed. If he hadn’t done the things he did, building that secret place of his, filling it with like-minded people and turning others into monsters, none of us would be here.”

“Harry is my problem now.” Mrs. Deveno’s fingers tapped against her bicep, a look of disinterest across her flawless face. “I can hardly make war on ghosts.”

Emma tried to appear serious for this next part, as serious as she could whilst bound to a bed, red-faced and terribly aroused. Everything she’d worked towards would succeed or fail in the next few moments. “I don’t believe it’s enough, not for you. I think you want payback, real payback and not against Harry, but his father. I know I would. You need to destroy everything he loved, not his company or his son, but the things he really loved. His true passion. Harold Deveno lives on through every one of us. Help us take down Jai and Sam Lucas, help us stop them and we can put an end to the memory of him once and for all.”

One of Gwendolyn’s perfectly trimmed eyebrows raised as silence fell. Her fingers ceased their tapping and her shoulders relaxed a little. Then, she nodded, slow and thoughtful. “Hm. Assuming I help you, what then do we do about the bastard Harry?”

“Jai Lin has billions.” Emma nodded too, though with a lot more vigor and eagerness than her capturer. “We get her to give it up. Without it she’ll have no more power. We do exactly to her what she did to get the fortune from Madam Ui. You can have the money, every cent, and use it to go at Harry however you please.”

“Aren’t you clever?” Unfolding her arms, the older woman cupped her hands together and stared off to one side, looking at nothing in particular. “I’m going to talk to your friend, the madam, and that poor creature Harry has for an assistant. I’ll see what they have to say, then I’ll make a decision.”

“Okay.” It was about the best result the bare foot girl could have hoped for, short of being compelled to climax on top of it. “That’s fair.”

Turning halfway toward the door, Gwendolyn stopped. She looked back and, standing side on to the redhead’s feet, reached one hand out and scribbled five fingers up the girl’s left sole.

“Eieeahh!” Emma jerked sharply, bouncing against the duvet. Though she had calmed a little, the sudden flurry of fingers across her foot sent her sizzling libido instantly back to the precipice of orgasm once again.

“Hmph.” The leggy blonde crooked one corner of her lips before pivoting back toward the door. “Still nothing.”

Chapter Two: Not The Whole Truth​

Almost two hours passed before anyone arrived to untie Emma. Thankfully the man they sent was a good deal more obedient than Reznor. He was tall like the others, sporting short dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. Dorner was his name, the freckle-faced captive figured by the distinctive scar he wore on one forearm, she remembered him speaking briefly aboard the plane.

The moment the ropes were loose the disheveled girl ran, locking herself in the ensuite washroom. Finally alone and unrestrained, Emma wasted no time slipping her hand beneath her panties and masturbating enthusiastically toward a long awaited orgasm. Recalling the string of alarming incidents that had filled her day thus far, the shamefully horny redhead stood hunched over the sink, jeans down around her knees while she stroked her clit and stifled a long series of delighted moans and groans.

Upon exiting the washroom, feeling much less tension than she had all day, Emma was surprised to find a fluffy white bathrobe and matching towel folded on the bed, and a pair of equally fluffy slippers on the floor. Dorner was gone, and atop the robe sat a small folded piece of white card. ‘Clean yourself up’ the note read in well-practiced cursive writing, ‘and come downstairs’. Finally free of her overbearing lust, the now far more straight-thinking young woman instead began to realize just how drastically out depth she had become. Not only had she committed at least one terribly heinous act that day, it at last truly dawned on Emma that she was once again someone’s prisoner. After trying the bedroom door, which was predictably locked, the worrisome former journalist decided the best thing she could do for the moment was obey.

What followed later that evening was a most peculiar gathering of people in the main dining room of Gwendolyn Deveno’s Miami mansion. Showered and dressed in nothing more than her robe and slippers, Emma descended the stairs and overheard one of the security team suggest their meeting take place in the conservatory. There would be more room, the man said, but his mistress was adamant they use the dining room. For reasons unknown the buxom billionaire seemed very much opposed to setting foot in her apparently quite spacious conservatory.

Emma was the last of the unlikely collection of conspirators to arrive. At the head of the table was Gwendolyn herself, flanked on either side by her five bodyguards; Holden Reznor, the tattooed Chev, Dorner with the bite-scar and two other muscular looking men. Further down the table Madam Ui and Hannah Quist sat opposite one another, both of whom wore similar looking robes and slippers and both of whom looked rather sour about their situation. Knowing she had few friends if any in the opulent room, Emma took a seat at the far end of the table.

Gwendolyn spoke first and to Emma’s delight was onboard with the plan to obtain Jai Lin’s billions. Madam Ui agreed, though that was more or less a given. The men were happy to take part especially once the details of Jai Lin’s mansion were laid out, of particular interest to them was the mansion’s population of young and very ticklish women. Their only stipulation, which not a single one of the security team would back down on, was that they would not attempt anything if Sam Lucas was involved. He was simply too dangerous, the men explained, and even with the five of them they wouldn’t ever risk taking him on in any capacity.

Most shocking of all was not the wildly illegal and certainly insane plan, but that Hannah Quist of all people also agreed to join in. The busty blonde P.A had no obvious dog in the fight, if anything her biggest grievance should have been with Emma, if not her employer. Whatever her motives the bosomy assistant turned out to be quite the tactician, making suggestions that Reznor and the other former soldiers were occasionally impressed by. Though no one expected it would be easy extracting Jai Lin from her own home the plan Hannah and the men came up with was about as solid as it could get.

Get in, get Jai Lin, get out. Anyone else in the mansion was to be left bound and unable to call for help. Jai Lin would be taken to a second location where her torture would begin. Emma looked forward to that part most of all. Eventually, Madam Ui promised, the much sought after witch would give up every penny if it meant no longer being tickled. Once the money was moved they would, of course, keep tickling Jai Lin until she lost her mind.

It was a good a plan, a great and solid plan. It might have even been a perfect plan were it not for the other players in the game and the traitors with ulterior motives who sat in that same damned dining room.

Chapter Three: The Beginning of The End​

Despite her most essential and envied position within the walls of Jai Lin’s mansion, Maria Aiello had still yet to figure out how to avoid her annual check-up. The curvy Italian had been through eight of the thinly veiled physicals with the ninth now staring her in the face. Dressed in the standard tight-white catsuit worn by all Jai Lin’s girls, the voluptuous twenty-nine year old entered Doctor Weider’s makeshift clinic with no small amount of trepidation.

“You’re late.” Nurse Tabby smirked, the look in her eyes suggesting she knew exactly the reason for her patient’s delayed arrival.

“Well-“ Maria closed the tall wooden door behind her and began an anxiety-inducing trek across a stretch of wide open floor. “-I didn’t want to come.”

For as long as she’d been a resident at the mansion, the dark haired young woman had never been entirely certain what the huge room was originally for. On the wall opposite the door, windows stretched from floor to unnecessarily high ceilings. Aside from some skillfully crafted landscape paintings and antique furniture lining the other walls the vast space was otherwise filled mostly by echoes. Only at it’s dead center was there anything of particular note; namely a well organized set of stark-white cabinetry and one rather notorious examination table. There had also once been a water feature, though the powers that be had removed it four or five years ago.

It was at the assortment of drawers and cabinets where the sultry Nurse Tabby now stood. Bent slightly over the countertop, her well toned butt almost visible under the short-skirt of her uniform, the tall and tanned brunette scratched her pen against a clipboard. If there were any jobs more enviable than Maria’s own role within the mansion, in-house nurse was certainly among them. In fact, none of the other girls could see any significant downside to being a member of the two-person medical staff. Rumors were abound of course, as rumors tended to be, that being second to Doctor Alison Weider wasn’t quite the free ride it appeared, though no one had any evidence to support the theory.

“You know the drill.” Tabby glanced over her shoulder before turning back to her work.

“No doctor today?” Maria asked with a little hope in her voice as she gingerly approached the middle of the room.

“Heh.” The svelte nurse chuckled without looking up from her papers. “You should be so lucky.”

Standing at the end of the examination table, the considerably shorter woman plucked nervously at the bed sheet. “Do we really have to do this?” She sighed. “It’s the same thing every year and we all know there’s nothing remotely medical about it.”

“I don’t make the rules…” Tabby continued writing, her dismissive tone having a tiny hint if humor to it. “Besides, you never know if we’ll learn something new.”

“You won’t.”

There was no sense in arguing. Before or since her arrival at the mansion, Maria wasn’t aware of any girl ever managing to avoid their annual check-up. At least the supposed physical exams had been a touch easier prior to Doctor Weider taking over from the previous practitioner. During the first three years or so of the dark haired girl’s residence the in-house doctor had been a man. Doctor Brixton was his name, and most of the girls could use Brixton’s enjoyment for his work to their advantage. Though none of them looked forward to seeing the doctor it was usually possible to convince him to end the sessions early, one way or another. Alison Weider on the other hand was a much more zealous professional, usually going above and beyond to gather every bit of data she could.

Resigning herself to her fate, and knowing that if she rebelled in any significant way Nurse Tabby would be sure to make her pay for it, Maria began unzipping the front of her catsuit. Shimming a little to drop the shoulders off, the busty girl revealed her hefty cleavage, which ballooned behind her lacy black bra. Bunching up the top half of her suit in both hands, the unenthused patient wiggled her wide hips as she disrobed further. Stood in little more than her bra and matching g-string panties which showed off her big round butt cheeks, Maria took two regrettable steps out of her slippers and kicked the suit off from her now bare feet.

“Ah good, you’re all ready.” A mildly husky voice came from over by the door. After nearly a decade at Jai Lin’s mansion the sight of Alison Weider still sent Maria’s heart aflutter. Now in her late forties, the Amazonian doctor never failed to make an eye-catching entrance. A touch taller than Nurse Tabby, Doctor Weider wore a slightly less revealing outfit than her subordinate; high-arching heels, long red nails and flowing blonde locks all undoubtedly designed to cause a stir in her unwilling patients.

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Maria joked and the leggy doctor’s full red lips raised at one corner.

“No matter.” The older woman strode with purpose toward the examination area, a small black case swinging in one hand. “We all must do our duty. Up on the table, if you please.”

Perhaps, Maria thought as she backed up to the narrow bed and hoisted herself up, she should have gone to medical school. Being Jai Lin’s recruiter certainly had it’s perks, traveling the world, seeking out new girls to come live at the mansion. The girls who had been there when she first arrived, the ladies who gave her all kinds of hell those first few years, they were all long gone now. Being the eldest among the mansion’s residents, being the recruiter gave Maria a unique position among the hierarchy. None among the other girls dared lay a finger on the bosomy Italian anymore. Sitting on the bedside and watching the doctor set her case down, the nervous girl expected no one at all ever troubled Alison Weider either.

“Think we can do without the restraints this time?” Nurse Tabby turned from her paperwork just as her boss was standing back to full height.

“That would be my preference.” Maria’s sense of dreaded anticipation suddenly doubled now that both of the arresting women were now looking directly at her. Sat in only her underwear, the barely clothed girl felt her cheeks begin to blush.

“I’ll not be catching an elbow to the face today.” Doctor Weider sauntered toward the raised bed. “Prepare the restraints please nurse.”

“W-we haven’t even started!” Stuttering a little, the scantily clad young woman leaned back as the commanding doctor towered before her.

“Well then raise your arms and we can begin.” Motioning a finger, the ample-bosomed blonde smiled politely. “But you’ve yet to sit through a full exam without wriggling around before.”

Lowering her head toward her own ample cleavage, Maria spoke under her breath. “Forse non farmi il solletico…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Arms up.”

Taking a deep breath through her nose, the curvy girl put her palms out as if she were held at knifepoint. With a slight shake to her fingers, Maria slowly raised her arms upward, every inch higher making her feel a dozen times more vulnerable than the one before. Making matters so, so much worse, was the sight of Nurse Tabby a few feet behind the doctor. With one of the cabinet drawers open, the devious nurse removed a jangling bunch of worn leather straps, their white colouring quite cracked and faded from years or strenuous use. Every girl in the mansion was familiar with those straps, and every girl had nightmares about them.

“I see your nipples are working fine.” Doctor Weider observed with a nod toward her patient’s chest.

Pursing her lips, the bashful girl’s rosy cheeks turned from warm to uncomfortably hot. It was the curse of all young ladies who lived at Jai Lin’s mansion, one of the key traits Maria looked for when recruiting new residents. For all their shared nightmares about Doctor Weider’s unforgiving straps, no girl ever woke up from one without stiff nipples and a dampness between their thighs. The threat of being examined, being exposed, being prodded and poked and unable to move, it set the buxom girl’s loins alight despite her unbridled fear of it.

“Just try not to move.” Nurse Tabby stood at the head of the bed, her hands busy fixing one of the straps to the corner of the table. “If you can do that, we won’t need these.”

“Easy for you to say.” Maria frowned, her hands held high and the hollows of her silky smooth underarms stretched taut. “Maybe you want to swap places and show me how it’s done?”

“Oh Nurse Tabby has no idea.” The good doctor bought one scarlet talon up and began dragging it along the trembling flesh just below her patient’s left elbow. “She is an excellent healthcare professional and an even finer hypocrite.”

If Tabby had any response to Weider’s biting remark, Maria missed it completely. Her attention had instantly turned back toward the voluptuous physician, and the long fingernail slowly caressing down the underside of her bicep. Tensing both arms rigidly, the comely girl felt a rush of goosebumps spread across her bulbous chest. As the well manicured nail drew ever closer to her hopelessly sensitive underarm, Maria pursed her lips tight, shuddering more and more with every maddening inch. All three women knew failure to maintain any sort of composure was imminent, yet somehow the severely ticklish girl managed to make it to the final quarter before snapping both arms down sharply.

“Eiie!” Hunching forward as a loud squeal forced a smile, the suddenly fitful girl came face to face with Doctor Weider’s huge bosoms.

“You silly girl!” The good doctor cooed and scribbled all ten fingers directly onto Maria’s bare midriff.

“Aieeheehee!” Tucking her arms in even harder, the giggly patient fumbled at her squishy tummy, curling over more against the rush of pokes and strokes that teased her abdomen.

“You only make it harder on yourself!”

“Nohoho!” Maria squirmed atop the bedside, grabbing weakly at the blonde woman’s hands as she tried to pry them off of her. “Stop! Stohoahap!”

“If you’d simply stay still we wouldn’t have to do this!”

In her panic, long black locks bouncing along with her jiggling breasts, the struggling patient wondered which part of the examination this was. Usually Doctor Weider maintained the act of a legitimate physical exam, at least up to a certain point, but it seemed this go round she’d decided to skip several steps. Wriggling wildly as she was, Maria kicked her bare feet in the air, doing her best not to accidently strike the doctor and inspire some terrible retaliation. Though it went against every instinct to move forward, the helpless girl knew falling backward would be far worse. Shuffling her wide butt cheeks closer to the edge, gravity quickly took over and caused the pleading patient to slide unceremoniously off the bedside.

“Stohap!” Maria collapsed to her knees, buckling over as Weider’s fingers followed her and pinched playfully at her sides.

Slapping at the doctor’s skillful hands, the poor girl’s upturned bare feet tapped sporadically against the floor, her milky white butt cheeks bouncing as she shook. She could crawl away, or run, though there was no real escape. Any woman tearing through Jai Lin’s mansion in nothing but a bra and panties would never make it to an exit, no matter their level of importance. Even if by some miracle Maria didn’t get captured by a gaggle of excitable young ladies she would soon be hunted down and bought before Jai Lin herself. Once that happened the significance of fear toward a yearly physical would be almost zero compared to the unholy punishment she would face.

“I swear she gets more ticklish every year.” Nurse Tabby secured the final strap at the foot of the bed. “Do you concur, Doctor?”

“We’ll need to do more testing, I think.” Doctor Weider took two nails and nipped them at the center of her patient’s bare butt cheek. “A lot more!”

“Ahaiieehee!” Maria flailed forward onto all fours, her palms and breasts hitting the floor as her terribly ticklish behind protruded into the air.

“With particular attention toward Miss Aiello’s buttocks!” Both the doctor’s hands took a handful of cushiony ass flesh and squeezed harshly.

“EEIIENO!” Scrambling away with a shriek, the normally confident and even domineering girl crawled like a fleeing animal. Almost making it to the far end of the exam table, the desperate escape came to an abrupt halt as Tabby stepped into her path.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Said the sultry nurse with one eyebrow raised and a far from encouraging smirk across her face.

“You can’t leave yet.” Doctor Weider stood just behind their breathless guest, both women towering high in most imposing fashion. “We’ve barely even started and you’ve already proven the straps were a good idea.”

Maria hung her head, dark curls brushing at the hardwood. “Can…can we try again?” She sighed, knowing full well the answer.


Outside, beyond the long stretch of open ground between the mansion and the trees, at the large gate which bordered the other side of the forest, two black vans came to a stop. Each van’s windows were dark and the unseen occupants held nefarious intent. From the first vehicle a man stepped out, a tall fellow with a scar very much like a bite mark upon one arm. With a determined step he approached the wall at one side of the high gate, put one of his large boots against it and sprung upward. In a maneuver he had surely done many times before, the man quickly lifted himself atop the wall and just as swiftly dropped to the other side.

Within seconds the gates opened inward, the scarred intruder appearing between them with a pair of pliers in one hand. As he climbed back into the passenger side of the first van no one at the other end of the long driveway had any notion a dozen uninvited guests had just arrived.


“There-” Nurse Tabby synched the last strap, securing it tight around her worrisome patient’s wrist. “Now we can do this properly.”

Maria could only offer a shaky breath in response. Her nipples might have been doing their best to pierce clean through her bra and there might have been a sensuous glow deep in her lower tummy, but the now bound girl definitely did not want to be there. Arms high above her head, the buxom Italian’s underarms were completely defenseless. Her tiny bare feet faired no better as her ankles were spread to the far corners of the exam table, held in place by thick leather.

“Start high and go low?” Doctor Weider looked from the top of the bed to the bottom, then back again. “Or low then high? Patient’s choice.”

“Just…just get on with it.” Maria said softly, knowing from her own extensive experiences on the other side of similar scenarios that any choice offered was almost always a trap.

“As you like.” The older woman stood to the right side of the table. “Nurse, are we ready?”

“All set!” Tabby grinned eagerly, clipboard in one hand and a pen twirling playfully in the other.

“Very good.” Weider wiggled five of her long red nails in the air. “Lower bicep, left.”

“No wait!” Maria squawked when, without a hint of hesitation, the Amazonian physician danced all five fingers across her unprotected underarm. “EIIIEHAHAAA!” She screamed and tugged violently away, the straps stopping her from rolling very far at all. “NONONOOOO! HAHAHA!”

“Lower bicep, right.” Reaching across, the methodical doctor continued her painstakingly slow exam as she swirled five claws into her patient’s other hollow.

In previous year’s physicals Weider had always stopped the first hand’s teasing before switching to the next, this time both sets of wiggling digits continued unabated. With all ten of the doctor’s long claws rummaging around her excruciatingly sensitive underarms, Maria turned manic. Jerking desperately up and down, the poor girl could do nothing to escape, laughing loudly and pleading for a quick end to the torment. Her huge bosoms shook, each rapid bounce threatening to burst both breasts from beneath the straining bra. Red faced with an open-mouth grin forced across her lips, the increasingly aroused patient’s long hair whipped all over.

“Ribs left, ribs right.” Doctor Weider moved downward, her hands clawing over the bound girl’s bra strap and onto her heaving ribcage.

“EIEEEHAHA! ICAN’TBREEEEAATHEAHAHA!”

“Patient is expressing shortness of breath…” Nurse Tabby scribbled notes on her clipboard without looking up, all the while Maria continued cackling uncontrollably just before her.

“Oblique, left.” The doctor’s right hand shot down and pinched deep into the side of the spasming woman’s stomach. “Oblique, right.” Her left hand joined in, squeezing mercilessly at the opposite side.

“NOHEEHEE! YOU ALREADY DID THAAAATAHAHA!”

“Yes.” Weider said plainly, scooting her hands up and down from Maria’s hectically bouncing hips to her tender ribs. “But we didn’t record our results the first time.”

“PLEAAAASE AHAHAHA!” The buxom girl howled, each new poke serving as a most unwelcome reminder of how painfully ticklish she was. Though she never forgot the dreaded feeling of powerlessness and being trapped in her own voluptuous body, the fear did become a touch muted over months of not being victim to it. Had Maria been reminded more often, like she was those first few years at the mansion, she would certainly have made more effort to avoid visiting the doctor’s office.

“Abdomen, upper.” The leggy physician clawed just above her patient’s belly button. “Abdomen, lower.” She moved downward, digging deep into the creamy flesh around the screaming girl’s navel. “Abdomen, upper.” Weider raced her fingers up again, then down, then up, down, up down. “Abdomen, lower. Abdomen, upper. Lower. Upper. Lower…”

Maria’s sides were ablaze with the riot of expertly wielded fingernails that sped from the top of her panties to the bottom of her bra. Struggling wildly, the frenzied girl bucked as her uncontrolled movements shook her large bosoms, her head shaking furiously back and forth. Down the bottom of the bed the curvaceous girl’s small feet wiggled helplessly, her hands reaching desperately up top and grabbing nothing but air. If only Maria’s lungs could have grabbed half as much air as her hands, unstoppable laughter forcing every strained breath immediately back out.

“Hips, right.” Doctor Weider drilled the tip of her thumb deep into the tender spot right where the young woman’s leg met her lower tummy. “Oh, silly me, plum forgot the navel.” Darting her other hand across, the cruel physician wiggled her index finger, spiraling the tip of her razor sharp nail all around the inside of Maria’s belly button.

“NEEEIIHAHAHA!” Screeching, bellowing laughter thundered out of the bewildered girl, her back arching hard as she fought to break loose. “GETITOUT! AHAHAHA! GETITOOOOUTEEIIEE!”

“Mild…dis…comfort.” Nurse Tabby commented absurdly as she jotted more notes.

“If we don’t do it now we’ll have to come back.” The good doctor remained all matter-of-fact as her destructive digit wreaked havoc within her patient’s agonizingly ticklish navel.

Cheeks stretched in anguish, Maria’s face had turned tomato-red, the tendons in her neck stretching taut as she struggled madly. Doctor Weider’s many minutes spent roaming freely around the tormented girl’s midriff had coloured her tummy too, a series of animalistic pink claw marks painting her from ribs to hips. With the relentless pace the sadistic physician was keeping the buxom girl feared her whole body would be glowing red by the time the exam was over, if she could last that long without passing out.

“Thighs.” Weider dropped both hands and before her patient could take a single short breath had already begun spidering all ten fingers around the girl’s thick upper legs.

“NOOO! IIEGGHEHAHA!” Maria thrashed, her leg muscles tensing with almighty force in a useless, straining effort to close her legs. As atrociously sensitive as she was across her entire curvaceous body, the bosomy Italian could never claim any one spot as her most ticklish but her thighs had always been a top contender. Damningly, the more she suffered the more aroused she became, and with the domineering doctor’s slender fingers sliding so close to her barely covered pussy Maria’s libido was quickly turning from mildly humid to full on tropical storm.

Like any well trained professional, Doctor Weider tended to each individual patient’s personal needs. Though her current appointment certainly would have argued against doctor’s orders, a heavy dose of skittering nails along her panty line was nonetheless being administered. Running repeatedly over the vibrating tendons between Maria’s kicking legs, the physician’s swiftly moving talons stroked down across her loins and pinched along the inner-bottoms of her ample butt cheeks. What few words the berserk girl could splutter out amongst her screaming laughter were fractured at best. Bellowing throaty cries for mercy, no amount of pleading would give the doctor even a second of pause.

“Nurse-” Weider turned her attention toward Tabby, her fingers continuing to drive their bound patient out of her mind. “Please record the time of perspiration.”

“Yes Doctor.” The coy nurse glanced up from her clipboard, no doubt taking note of the beads of sweat that had started to drizzle across Maria’s quaking cleavage.

“Miss Aiello is also exhibiting signs of…intense arousal.” The doctor’s voice got a little huskier than usual as she dug her fingers into the crease between her patient’s trembling thighs and now soaking panties. “Remind me to circle back here after the initial exam. We’ll need to strip the patient, of course.”

“Of course.”

Maria couldn’t hear much over her own laughter and tortured shrieks, nor could her mind process much beyond the unending tickle attack, even so she managed to absorb the comment about being stripped. For as vulnerable as she felt in only her underwear, the buxom girl knew from plenty of experience that being completely nude was a whole new level of danger. Given all her years at Jai Lin’s mansion one might have imagined there would be some getting used to certain things, and perhaps there was for some girls. For Maria however, any time she found herself naked and tickled it felt like the first time all over again, evil hands wandering wherever they may. Fear and lust interlocked, the idea and memories that came along with it sent the howling girl careening toward the edge of orgasm.

“Alright, knees.” Weider squeezed the tops of her patient’s thighs, firmly pinching all the way down until reaching just above each frantic knee.

“AHHHAHAHAAA!” Slapping the back of her legs atop the bed sheet as much as her stretched position would allow, the mindlessly laughing young woman could feel her drenched pussy throb.

“Nurse, I’ll require your assistance with the next part.”

“Yes doctor!” Tabby grinned her most pixie-like grin as she slapped her clipboard down onto the bedside.

“Feet, left and right.” The unflinching doctor took a couple of steps toward the foot of the bed, her heels clicking at the floor.

“Ahh! Ahh! W-wait!” Maria gasped, it was the first time since she’d been strapped down that Weider’s hands hadn’t been poking or prodding at her.

“Get on with it, isn’t that what you said?” The physician’s long nails dragged slowly across the top of the leather strap around her patient’s left ankle.

“She did say that!” Nurse Tabby followed suit, dancing her own dreadful claws across the right strap.

“No! No please!” Panting heavily, her voice trembling, the dark haired young woman’s tiny toes wriggled nervously. “W-w-wait! Just a minute! Let me-let me breathe!”

“If she orgasms…” The sultry nurse stood with her back to the bed, one hand tightening around the ankle strap while the other began to wiggle five fingers in the air. “Do we have to start all over again?”

“That is standard procedure.” Doctor Weider took the same position as her diligent assistant, one hand tight around the other struggling ankle. “Why would this time be any different?”

Craning her neck to look down over her bulbous breasts and shapely body, Maria fixed her eyes on her tormentor’s long, dancing nails. Taking their sweet time, the shuddering girl watched as both women’s hands slowly made their way toward her excessively ticklish feet. Each set of five terrible digits disappeared around the front the two healthcare professionals and with a whine the comely girl braced for the unbridled lunacy that would soon follow. Just as she held her breath, Maria caught movement over by the door and refocused. Staring between Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby, the perplexed patient watched wide-eyed as the door opened and two large men entered the room.

“Can I help you?” Weider paused her movement, her tone uncharacteristically stern.

“Well, well.” Said the first man as the second closed the door behind them. “What do we have here? A naughty nurse and a doctor with what looks like some pretty questionable bedside manner.”

Relative to Maria, Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby were tall indeed. With the most unexpected arrival of the two new visitors both women suddenly seemed quite diminutive. The bound Italian by comparison to any of them was tiny and felt smaller still in her current predicament. The first of the two intruders was a hulking, barrel-chested Nordic-looking fellow with a short blonde beard. A couple of steps behind him was a leaner black man, his beard only slightly longer yet just as neatly trimmed. For the most part both men wore the same outfit, heavy lace-up boots, black pants, black short-sleeved shirts and a belt with an assortment of tools and pockets. Even their nefarious expressions were shared, the second man’s cowboy hat being the only standout difference between them.

“You can’t be in here.” The leggy blonde physician took a defiant step toward the black-clad duo. “This is a private appointment.”

“Appointment?” The larger of the two men chuckled and they both started wandering toward the middle of the room with a swagger in their steps. “Is that what you call it?”

“What is your business here?” Weider insisted sharply as she planted her hands firmly upon her generous hips. “Is Jai Lin aware of this?”

“Y’know Vidar-“ Said the one in the cowboy hat with a slight Southern drawl. “I’m gettin’ the impression we ain’t welcome.”

“You gentlemen need to leave.” Doctor Weider took another step toward the advancing men. “Nurse, call security.”

“Security?” The cowboy grinned, the gap between the intruders and the doctor closing rapidly. “Heh! We spent three days scoping out this place lady, ain’t no security here.”

“God damn it, back up!” Pointing one finger at the men, a rarely-if-ever-heard note of stress entered the normally levelheaded doctor’s voice.

“What the fuck-“ Nurse Tabby stumbled back, bumped the table and looked around for the best path to flee.

Both women turned to run and both were caught before they made it two strides. Tabby swore and threw her elbows back when the giant Vidar grabbed both her arms. The cowboy snagged Weider, wrapping one arm around her waist and hoisting her clean off the floor as she too screamed a string of obscenities. One of the struggling doctor’s shoes flew off as she kicked, her long nails clawing at the man’s arms while he wrestled her to the ground. Nurse Tabby managed to stay upright a second longer, stomping at the Nordic fellow’s boots with admirable fury, though ultimately she too ended up forced down upon her stomach.

Up on the exam table, Maria yanked desperately at the straps around her wrists. Panting and shaking, the trapped girl glared helplessly up at the far too effective bindings. Flashing a glance downward she took note of Vidar, one large hand easily holding both Tabby’s slender wrists behind her back while his other hand slipped a short length of black rope from his belt. Horrid as it was to be at the mercy of Doctor Weider once a year, Maria could at least count on knowing roughly what to expect. With both women now pinned and being bound themselves, the unknown intruders and their intentions sent the poor girl’s heart racing.

“You untie us RIGHT NOW!” Weider barked, her hands tied securely behind her back. “Do you have any idea whose place this is?! Any idea the kind of trouble you’re in?!”

“Aw now-“ Holding the squirming doctor in place with one knee in the centre of her back, the cowboy pulled a black cloth from of his belt pouches. “We ain’t here for conversation.”

“You’re going to di-ACH! MMF!” The good doctor’s protests turned muffled when her cowboy oppressor shoved the cloth firmly between her teeth. Struggle as she might, the enraged blonde could do nothing as the well prepared man held one hand over her mouth while the other pulled a roll of tape from somewhere at the back of his belt. Using his teeth, the intruder snapped a small stretch of tape free and quickly slapped it over Weider’s lips. “NNNFF! MM! MMMMHHH!”

“Oh my god…” Maria squeaked to herself. Looking back and forth between the two men, the nearly naked girl watched in disbelief as Tabby and Weider were swiftly bound and gagged.

Once both nurse and doctor had been silenced the men turned to their legs, looping more rope around their ankles and tying it tight. As valiant as their struggles were neither woman could break free, Vidar and his buckaroo partner clearly having had some practice at taking prisoners. Weider kicked especially hard when the cowboy bought her legs up to meet her hands, while Tabby made a lot more noise screaming into her gag as she too was hogtied.

“There!” Vidar stood to his full, gargantuan height, dusting his huge paws together. “Two more down. And look Mac-“ His cold blue eyes turned to Maria. “We got a free one.”

“Nice of them to do our work for us.” Mac the cowboy looked the quivering girl over, both men’s eyes taking in every vulnerable inch of her curvy body.

“So what’s your story?” The beastly blonde man quickly danced five fingertips across the bottom of the helpless young woman’s right foot.

“MMHMM!” Maria jerked, lips tightening straight to muffle herself as she stretched her neck and curled her toes. “N-no story!” She whimpered. “Just-I couldn’t- they needed to keep me still!”

“HA!” Vidar’s laugh boomed across the open room. “I’m sure they did.”

“We gotta check the rest of the wing, man.” Mac turned away from the table and motioned his head at the door. “These girls ain’t going anywhere.”

“Yeah, yeah.” The bigger of the two said without taking his eyes of the trapped woman upon the table. “I’ll catch up.”

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah.” Vidar licked along his top lip. “Can’t be that many of them left to round up. I’ll be along…sooner or later.”

“Suit yourself brother.” Mac looked back to tip his hat before continuing a casual stroll toward the exit. “Good luck miss lady.”

“Wh-wh-“ Maria stammered, panicked breath taking the place of any words she might have been able to conjure. Barely a minute had passed since the two men entered the room and that was scarcely enough time to process any of what was happening. Never had the dismally frightened girl imagined she would want to be back under the unyielding claws of Doctor Weider.

“What’s the matter girl?” Furrowing his brow with mock concern, the big man wiggled the same five offending fingers in the air. “Ticklish?”

“Please no.” The trembling girl mewled. Risking a second to look away from the threatening digits, the busty patient-turned-prisoner shot a glance to Nurse Tabby. It was no use, even from her awkward view point Maria could see the svelte brunette wasn’t getting out of her bonds. “Who are you?” She tried stalling, if the man’s time was short maybe filling it with chitchat could save her. “Why are you here?”

“Didn’t you hear what my friend said a minute ago?” Vidar’s hand moved with the speed of a viper, his fingers instantly scribbling all over the anxious girl’s bare sole. “We ain’t here for conversation.”

“EIIIIEEYYHAHA!” Extending both feet out to ballet-like points, Maria’s back arched hard. There was no stifling her squealing this time.

For a man of his immense size, the bulky intruder’s fingers moved with devastating delicacy. Every well-placed stroke swept across the howling girl’s silky skin with alarming precision, his fingertips feathery soft to the touch. From her horribly weak heels, up her wrinkling arches and along the balls of Maria’s sole, Vidar was able to keep the bosomy girl thrashing for dear life. Having no control over her own body, the screaming young woman had no way to defend when her tiny toes spread, the giant’s skilled digits dancing underneath each time.

“Oh, ho ho! You like that huh?” Taking a single step sideways the teasing behemoth centered himself between both the wailing girl’s bare feet. “How about this?” He switched hands so fast it wasn’t even noticeable, all ten of his fiendish fingertips now running rampant over both her soles.

“NOOOEEEIIHAHAHAAAA!” Maria roared, throwing her outstretched body violently to one side, snagging on her bondage and snapping back the other way.

In the shock and confusion of it all the bewildered girl had been able to ignore her undisciplined sense of arousal for a few moments, but now with both feet being tickled that searing heat between her thighs was returning with a vengeance. No longer able to predict what might become of her, Maria’s abject fear of the unknown sent her libido raging. This Herculean monster of a man could do whatever he well pleased and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Spurring her lustful yearnings on further was the unusual humiliation of having an audience. Though it really shouldn’t have mattered given what the two women had been doing just minutes before, Maria couldn’t help but feel crushingly embarrassed with Doctor Weider and Nurse Tabby forced to watch on.

Sweat drizzled down her convulsing sides, the crazed girl’s tummy slick with a glossy sheen. So red was the appallingly ticklish girl’s face that her forehead and neck bordered on being purple. Fighting to leap from her own skin, Maria screeched and screamed as her voluptuous body was used against her, every deft stroke along her soles driving her closer to lunacy. Between her flexing thighs the lacy black panties were soaked through, the bed sheet just beneath the horny Italian’s ass forming it’s own damp patch. Nipples swollen almost to the point of pain, every second felt as if an earth quaking orgasm was just one more second away.

“Bouncy bouncy!” Vidar’s brawny chest shook as he shined a toothy, boisterous smile. “Let’s let those ladies free!”

Unfortunately for the wheezing former patient her latest tormentor wasn’t referring to Tabby and Doctor Weider. Giving a final rake of his fingertips up her soles, the lumbering man wandered up the right side of the exam table in two short strides. Before Maria could even think about catching her breath, the big man’s hands were reaching around her, burrowing beneath her upper back and grabbing at her bra strap. Pushing back against the bed instinctively, the gasping girl tried to pin the barbarous fellow’s hands in place. Even with all his strength and her terribly weakened state, the buxom captive was damned if she would allow him enough room to undo the clasp. Damned she was, as finesse and nimble fingers were not Vidar’s plan, instead he clutched either side of the strap and simply snapped it in two.

“Aie!” Feeling the tension around her squished bosoms release, the anguished girl yelped.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” The bullish man pulled his hands out from under her, taking either side of the strap along for the ride. “No hiding from me!” He hiked the entire bra upward, the busty girl’s huge milky boobs spilling out into the open. Though she gave some semblance of a squirming struggle, nothing could stop Vidar from pulling the now ruined piece of lingerie up and over her face, sliding the shoulder straps all the way up to her elbows.

“D-don’t.” Maria’s bottom lip quivered as she noted the hungry, pleased and merciless look in the unwelcome visitor’s eyes. Her large pink nipples were rigid and pointing high, jiggling gently along with her puffy areoles. As if she could feel his eyes on her, the lustful girl’s nipples tingled in nervous anticipation of what he might do.

“Mmm.” A low growl rumbled from the monster’s chest as he bought his great big hands up either side of the topless woman’s protruding ribs.

“No…no no!” She tugged uselessly at her bonds again, wincing when his open palms pressed flat around her sides. “Ahhhnooo….”

Sliding both rough paws up her panting ribcage, Vidar cupped the outer edges of his prisoner’s huge breasts in each palm. Moving his hands higher, Maria cringed and looked away, staring as high above her head as she could while her bare bosoms were pressed back together. Groping the whining girl and squishing her ballooning flesh between his fingers, the brutish man only stopped pushing inward once her hypersensitive nipples were barely an inch from one another. Apparently satisfied, Vidar leaned in so close that his breath was hot against the helpless girl’s chest when he spoke.

“Don’t look so upset.” Pouting jokingly, the sadistic fellow curled both index fingers back and wiggled the tips a hairs width away from each defenseless nipple. “If Mac had decided to stay, you would be in twice the trouble.”

It was not a remotely comforting thought, especially as Vidar flicked one fingertip quickly across the curvaceous girl’s left nipple. “Eeep!” She squeaked and shook, wriggling her hips in an effort to move back. Sadly, the sweat-soaked girl went nowhere, her naked bosoms remaining perfectly trapped in the man’s strong hands. “Pleasenopleasenopleaseno!”

“Ohh!” An uncomfortably playful grin spread across the devilish man’s face. “Ticklish feet and ticklish tits! Must be my lucky day!”

“NO DON’T!” Maria squealed, knowing how dangerously close to climax she was already. Having her nipples touched, there was no hope of holding back. Naturally, as the comely Italian herself would have done had she been the one holding some terribly sensitive woman’s bosoms between her hands, Vidar sent his fingertips flickering speedily across both nipples. “EEEIEHEEHEE! NOHONOHO! YEEEEIIIHAHAHA!”

Shaking like a woman possessed, Maria’s knees kicked fiercely against the thin mattress, her eyes bugging out to nearly cartoonish size. Her tiny feet wiggled so fast they were practically a blur, high pitched laughter bouncing from wall to distant wall. Where her head rocked back and forth madly, the shrill girl’s long hair whipped in a flailing mess, a few curled locks matting to her sweat-slick skin. Held between Vidar’s muscular forearms and unable to roll, his chest pressed against her stomach, the trapped girl had even less room to move than she had before. Catching glimpses of the big man’s gleaming stare in her fervor, it was the knowledge that every second of her suffering gave him a wicked sense of joy that finally lit the fuse of Maria’s explosive orgasm.

“AIIIEEHAHAHA! OHHHAHAHA!” Thrusting her hips off the table, the manically laughing woman moaned hoarsely.

Flooding her panties, a deluge of liquid lust pumped across her thighs and drenched the already wet sheet. In unison both the riotous girl’s fingers and toes curled into knuckle whitening fists, her cries of passion mixed with bellowing misery. Where a lover might have stopped or slowed, Vidar held no such kindness, his fingers continuing to toy viciously with the cackling girl’s swollen nipples. Just as there was no mercy from the man’s tickling, Maria’s own body was also intent on making her suffer as much as possible, each second of climax increasing her sensitivity to inhuman degrees. In the very same moment her explosive orgasm reached it’s torturous peak, the sinister intruder pressed her nipples even closer together and began licking each one with the tip of his tongue.

Like a dam with a high pressure leak suddenly bursting entirely, a second mind-bending orgasm washed over the half naked girl. A tsunami of heat spread throughout Maria’s curvaceous body, every nerve ending tingling unbearably as she drowned in blissful agony. Even under the weight of all that ecstasy there was no escaping Vidar’s tickling tongue, nor his fingers which were all kneading cruelly into the sides of her bare bosoms. Lost to the torments of her body, the destitute young woman fell into a squeaking, almost silent fit of laughter, her bound limbs still shaking and rattling their bonds.

“Your lucky day too, uh?” The brutish man let the exhausted girl’s breasts wobble free as he stood upright. Maria could only writhe as the second or maybe third orgasm continued it’s merry path throughout her violated physique, tiny giggles still bubbling out of her. “I should probably go but-“ Vidar hooked the fingers of both his hands around one side of the captive’s panties and began stretching the thin lace in opposite directions. “-I am not sure we’ll see each other again after this.” The lace snapped and one half of the already ruined underwear fell away.

“N…n…no…” Breathless pleading was all the ravaged girl could manage, her voice a husky imitation of what it usually was. She couldn’t possibly take whatever else the savage man had in mind for her, and as the other side of her panties was ripped open the now completely nude girl found herself praying for unconsciousness.

“You don’t need to worry though.” One of the muscular man’s great paws stroked up the side of her breast, while his other hand ran up one trembling thigh. “I will not forget you, and I will make sure you remember me.”

“Uhnnh!” Maria shuddered when one of her nipples was pinched. A half second later the burly man’s fingers crept between her thighs. “N-n-nono!”

“Y-y-yesyes.” Vidar laughed, leaned over and cupped his lips around the begging woman’s other nipple. As he started to suck, nibble, lick and pinch at her overly sensitive breasts the poor girl struggled to keep from laughing, a short lived endeavor that was quickly undone by his other hand wiggling fingers all around her exposed, slippery taint.

“AIIIIEEEHEEHEE!” Bucking madly, the berserk girl thrust her hips every which way, none of which held a path toward mercy.

Along with her thighs, feet, underarms and pronounced butt cheeks, the small stretch of smooth skin between Maria’s pussy and ass was among the chief spots to be considered her most excruciatingly ticklish. Fortunately, if there was any silver lining to be had, none of the nude girl’s most recent tormentors had put much focus on her behind, though her taint was certainly close enough. That small condolence was where any fortune ended. Despite two or three previous messy climaxes and her overwhelming exhaustion, the assault on her taint had the alarmingly horny girl already racing toward another bout of primal release.

“Cummy little girl!” The big man teased, plucking his lips from around the shrieking girl’s nipple just long enough to taunt her. “Your doctor friend is watching! The nurse too! We all want to see you cum again!” And he sucked her nipple up between his bottom lip and top teeth, trapping it there so his tongue could flick back and forth across the tender tip.

There was no sound when Maria came again. Her abdomen tensed more than she ever could have done intentionally, teeth gritting hard together as her eyes burst open wide. Shuddering violently, arms straining, the trapped girl’s chin came to reach her collarbone, her body doing everything it could to curl into a quivering ball. At the foot of the bed the buxom girl’s petit toes spread wide, Vidar’s mouth and hands unrelenting as they danced and pinched at her slick, sensitive flesh. Utterly spent and undoubtedly incapable of taking any more torture, Maria was certain her mind would never recover from melting to mush if the huge man carried on. When a fingertip slid gently across her engorged clit there was an instant where she truly feared for her sanity right before falling deep into yet another gargantuan orgasm.

“Sorry I can’t stick around ladies.” Vidar stood upright, leaving Maria to quietly moan and squirm in her bonds. He strolled along the bedside and looked down to the hogtied doctor and nurse. “I’m sure you’d both love similar treatment, but we got a lot of other ladies needing our attention today.”

And with that the boisterous, mystery visitor wandered out of the room and closed the door behind him.


When the moment finally came, Emma couldn’t do it. All those months dreaming about bringing down Jai Lin and then, finding herself at the vile villain’s front door, the freckle faced girl was too afraid to even get out of the van. In the days leading up to their assault on the mansion she’d been quite excited, thoughts of capturing any number of horribly ticklish young women keeping her most warm at night. The back doors of the van had swung open, Luli and Wei jumped out with Yumao close behind, and Emma had sat there frozen at the thought of seeing Jai Lin again.

Hannah and Gwendolyn stayed back as well, though fortunately they were both in the other van. Hannah tended to stare daggers whenever the guilt-stricken redhead made the mistake of making eye contact with her, and being around Mrs. Deveno just made Emma blush. The fact their billionaire benefactor had come along to begin with was a little surprising, the whole operation was far from legal. Given the stakes, the buxom blonde explained, she would be sure to oversee every aspect of how their plan played out. How believable an explanation that was should have come under more scrutiny, even from a rookie journalist. Of course if Emma could have stood in the same room with Gwendolyn for more than thirty seconds without getting flustered she might have been inclined to ask more questions.

For the eight brave souls who did enter the mansion their task involved rounding up anyone on-site, restraining them and abducting Jai Lin. Two of the harem weren’t there that day and, per the security team’s requirement, neither was Sam Lucas. All-in the total captives should have been; eleven girls, three staff and Jai Lin herself. Holden Reznor was left back at the forested section of the long driveway to report on any unexpected arrivals, or to capture anyone who might slip out and make a run for it. Forty-five grueling minutes dragged by before the man named Chev knocked on the side of the van and said it was safe to come in.

“Oh my god…” Emma whispered as she gingerly set foot into the illustrious foyer of Jai Lin’s domain. It was not the high double doors or huge staircase within, nor the expensive furniture that stopped the frizzy haired girl in her tracks. She might have known little about the price of such finery, yet even one uneducated in antique appraisals could tell everything was worth a fortune, including the colourful rug upon which she stood. Still the extravagant flooring couldn’t have shocked her, but the sight of seven women hogtied and gagged at the bottom of the stairs did give Emma pause.

“Who are we missing?” Hannah strode by, her tone commanding and sharp.

The man the bite mark, Dorner, was leaning against one of the glossy wooden banisters. He stood beside the captured group of women like a prideful hunter ready to be photographed with the day’s catch. “Five girls, the assistant woman and Jai Lin herself.”

“You have a location?”

“We think so.” Dorner paused to stretch. “There’s an elevator upstairs but we can only get to the third floor. Need a code for four and five. The roof too, oddly enough.”

“Do they know we’re here?” Hannah stood before the captive women, her brow furrowed deeply as she looked them over.

“There’s no cameras in this place, far as we can tell.”

“Alright then. One of these women might know the code, we can-“

“I know it.” Came an oddly comforting woman’s voice from the far left wall.

Emma’s eyes lit up as she recognized her savior. Aleena, the long suffering slave who’d freed her from Jai Lin’s grasp. Stepping from a small gap between two towering bookcases, the curvy older woman appeared from a hidden door. She wore the same loose fitting white top and pants as the last time Emma had seen her. Rushing over to the older woman with welcoming arms, the elated redhead hadn’t forgotten her dark skin, long wavy hair or big brown eyes. In fact over the past six months the shamefully lustful journalist had thought of Aleena often, less for her heroic act and more for what it must have been like living as Jai Lin’s pet for twenty years.

“Aleena!” Emma took the slightly taller woman in a joyful hug. “It’s so good to see you! Are you okay?”

“I am well.” The timid woman returned the embrace, albeit much more gently. “It is good to see you too. Thank you for coming.”

“No, no.” Turning back toward Hannah and the loitering men, the grinning girl kept one hand on her savior’s shoulder. “This is Aleena, she’s the one that saved me. None of this would have been possible without her.”

“Looks like there’s still work to do.” Madam Ui stood in the huge doorframe and Emma could feel Aleena tense. “Without Jai Lin this is all for nothing, so let’s not go licking each other’s clits just yet.”

“Apparently this one can get us up there.” Hannah marched closer.

“I can.” Aleena nodded. “I know every inch of this house, every passage and code.”

“Can you get us Jai Lin?” Madam Ui came closer too, making no attempt to hide the wicked eagerness in both her stride and voice.

“I know where she is. I can show you the way.” The comely slave turned to Emma and her voice hushed. “And I can show you the worst of her sins. I can show you The Garden…”


Six months prior Jai Lin had returned to her bedroom and narrowed her eyes. The nosey journalist was gone, the bonds with which she’d been tied hung loose, duvet wrinkled and dented upon the bed where she’d screamed and struggled. Aleena raised her chin a little, a sign of uncharacteristic defiance. She wasn’t used to defying her mistress and though in the moment of rebellion the long time slave had been confident, now faced with the consequences, her stomach twisted to knots.

“Aleena, where is our guest?” Jai Lin’s velvety voice showed no sign of anger or irritation.

A shuddery breath came before the buxom woman could find the courage for words. She swallowed hard and her plump bottom lip quivered when she spoke. “I let her go.”

One of the towering woman’s eyebrows raised. “And why would you do a thing like that?”

“Because…” Aleena began, pausing to wrestle a wave of nervous fear. “She can stop you.”

“I see.” Jai Lin’s eyes narrowed and a long silence began. Her mind was working, considering the angles, or how best to punish her slave, or both. For as long as she’d known the cunning mistress, the fearful captive rarely had any insight into her thoughts. “Have I not been good to you, these past few years?”

Good? Aleena couldn’t quite bring herself to scoff, though she did let her jaw drop a little. Jai Lin had never been any sane person’s definition of good. Even if one were to ignore the corruption, the slaves, the tortures and the kidnappings there was still a laundry list of crimes that spanned two decades throughout dozens of countries. Her treatment of Aleena alone was more than enough to secure Jai Lin’s place in hell. Certainly the past two or three years had been much easier for the long-held prisoner, still she remained a captive. Besides, a few years of not being tormented hardly made up for the decade and half of misery that came before, nor the broken heart she’d been left with.

There was no answering Jai Lin’s question. Instead, the unwilling servant simply returned to obeying every command. Denying her mistress would lead to worse than whatever nightmares were already in store. For all the cruelty Aleena had lived through she had, for the most part, managed to keep from turning completely insane. She feared now that her betrayal would be the tipping point, and Jai Lin’s wrath would finally see her driven out of her mind for good. Nonetheless the curvy forty-something slave did as she was told and showed no signs of disobedience as the two women made way for a much different room.

“Kneel.” Jai Lin’s high heeled boots stopped precisely as she came to stand beside a knee-high ottoman.

Aleena was all too familiar with the sturdy piece of lounge furniture. A little larger than a standard coffee table, the custom-build ottoman was bolted in place and covered in soft white fur across all sides. She had seen countless girls set upon it over the years in a variety of vulnerable and helpless positions. For the amount of struggling that the box endured it never budged, and they had only ever had to replace the built-in straps once when the constant wear and tear allowed a young South African woman to break free. Much like the ottoman, the relatively small room surrounding it was designed specifically to increase a victim’s suffering. The floor and walls were all black carpet, and when the door closed it was impossible to tell where the exit was. No up, no down, no exit.

“I will be free of here one day.” Aleena muttered as she knelt on to the cushiony surface.

“That may well be true.” The sadistic mistress motioned a finger toward the straps that dangled from above on a thin chain. “But I will forever live in your memory.”

There was no denying that. Stood on her knees, the buxom brunette stretched her arms high above and made no effort to escape as Jai Lin secured the leather bonds around her wrists. Once the buckles were fastened and the grip firm the domineering slaver took one easy stride to where Aleena’s upturned slippers were. Again she made no attempt at resistance as her ankles were bound in place behind her, both feet spread with a dozen inches between them. Perhaps she had long since gone insane, as most anyone else even a fraction as sensitive would have surely fought with all their might. There had been a time, some years in, where Aleena truly had tried to find a mental state where she could enjoy the atrocities that were frequently thrust upon her. She never did find it.

“It’s my fault.” Jai Lin sauntered back around the front, tiger-like gaze looking her prisoner’s voluptuous body up and down. “I knew you would need a reminder one day. Seems I left it too long. You’ve always been so willful.”

“You could still catch her.” Aleena’s tone was unconvincing. Her real hope was that the fleeing journalist was long gone, and she knew the girl’s recapture would make no difference to her own fate.

“Probably.” The statuesque woman held up a hand and began slowly wiggling one long nail the air. “Where do you suppose she’s going?”

Fixing her eyes on that dreadful digit, the bound servant whimpered. “I don’t know.” She lied, or a half truth at best.

“Miss Clark didn’t say anything?” Jai Lin’s devilish talon drew closer.

“She just ran…”

“You’re lying.” That razor claw slid along the cuff of the wincing woman’s short sleeve. “That’s okay. We both know you’ll tell me everything before long.”

“Mph!” Aleena pursed her lips and stifled a giggle. She had never forgotten what it felt like to be touched by her mistress, even so the actual sensation was far worse than even her most visceral memory. Spilling everything then and there might have eased the punishment but she had been defiant once. Maybe, just maybe there was a small, molecule-sized chance the fretfully twitching woman could hold onto to her secret.

“Terrible isn’t it?” Jai Lin wormed her softly stroking fingernail down her slave’s bicep, sliding slowly beneath her sleeve. “One hopes as we get older we’d become less ticklish, yet I’ve found so often that the opposite is true.”

“Mnngh!” Tensing her arms, the trapped woman’s lips turned downward as her brow furrowed. She shook her head, big doe-eyes glaring mournfully up at her stoic mistress. Perhaps it was because she had been shown a couple of years’ mercy or maybe the evil witch’s theory was true, either way Aleena did feel considerably more sensitive than ever before. How that were possible the poor woman had no idea, she had not thought anyone could have been more ticklish than she was in her youth.

“Where’s that lovely laugh of yours, hmm?”

“Mmmhmhm!” Twisting and tugging at the chain above, the fitful prisoner’s cheeks turned a rosy hue as that single finger caressed the edges of her underarm.

“It’s been far too long since I’ve heard it.”

“Mn! Mn!” Aleena stared wide-eyed, shaking her head as she fought the increasing urge to open her lips and let the unwanted laughter loose.

“You can’t hold on forever…” Jai Lin teased, working her skilled finger further into the center of her slave’s horrifically ticklish hollow.

“MMHNNN!” Throwing her head back, the buxom woman closed her eyes tight and whined loudly. Every second the cruel mistress’ finger wiggled across her taut, silky skin was another second closer to losing her mind.

“So willful.”

“Aiiiieehee! NO!” Aleena sprang forward, the chain snapping her back as she shrieked.

Now that she’d got what she wanted, the speed of Jai Lin’s slender digit increased. With straight faced ease the vindictive woman spiraled her long nail around the stretched, smooth skin, hardly moving besides the small motion of her hand. Aleena meanwhile moved every which way she could, turning and throwing herself, wide hips dancing madly against the infuriating sensation. Her tiny feet kicked, and though the helpless captive feared her slippers might fall off there was no controlling her own body’s erratic struggling.

“There it is.” The ruthless torturess bought her free hand up, her other index finger swiftly burrowing beneath her victim’s other sleeve.

“Eiiieheehe! Noho! I’msorry!” Aleena squealed, both underarms now under attack.

Straining to pull her arms down, the loudly giggling woman tried to force herself backward or turn as far left or right as she could. Nowhere was free from Jai Lin’s reach, a fact the busty slave quickly wished she’d remembered more clearly before setting the curly haired journalist free. Regret joined Aleena’s deep sense of fear and anger as her own hair whipped about wildly, her large bosoms bouncing beneath her white top. Within seconds it was as if nothing had changed, any notions of defiance were instantly tickled away and the pitifully giggling woman felt like her most submissive self all over again.

Compounding her suffering, the despondent slave found meekness wasn’t the only thing forced upon her to make an unwelcome return. By design, Aleena’s libido was already stirring, something her masters had instilled early on into her life of servitude. Between Jai Lin and the monstrous Samuel Lucas, the vile pair had used every cruel and terrible technique they could conjure to ensure the then young woman became unnaturally aroused whenever tickled. Despite her anguish over the decades there was nothing the well-trained woman could do from becoming abysmally horny, even after a couple of years living free from it.

“Now then…” Jai Lin pulled her two wiggling index fingers out from the bound woman’s sleeves and sent the deathly digits skimming down both her shapely sides. “I think you know as well I do that a simple round of torture isn’t going to be sufficient punishment, don’t you?”

“Noehehe! Please! Pleeheease!” The comely brunette squirmed as her goddess’ fingers crept up from her waistline and under the bottom of her shirt.

“I’m considering a number of possibilities.” Those long nails, which had driven who knew how many girls out of their minds, skittered along Aleena’s lower tummy.

“Ahaha! I’m sorry mistresseeheeheiie!”

“The first and most obvious is to simply tickle you everyday.” Jai Lin moved her deft digits along the dreadfully sensitive skin just above the girlishly giggling slaves’ hips. “Morning and night, perhaps randomly throughout the day. I could wake you some nights and do it then too.” She continued as the poor servant plead, apologized and shook. “Not so much that you’d go completely crazy, but certainly close. Of course we’ve been there, done that, and you still betrayed me.”

“Nahahaho! Ididn’tmeanit! Eheehe!” Aleena rocked her wide hips, her curvaceous butt flexing as she tried to avoid the maddeningly gentle strokes.

“The second is to make your life nothing but tickling.” Ignoring the sorrowful pleas, the malicious Amazon worked her fingers higher under her voluptuous prisoner’s shirt. “Strap you down naked and tickle you every waking moment. Samuel and I could rotate to make certain you snap as soon as possible. Then if you do ever actually get away from here you’ll be too much of a drooling moron to tell the tale, let alone speak.”

Even with that atrocious thought now swirling in her mind, the hopelessly ticklish woman’s nipples were still hardening. Poking through the thin material of her shirt, Aleena’s arousal was all too apparent. Dual claws swept around and around, drawing hellish lines all over the titillated slave’s midriff, her squeaky begging and throaty gasps telling a much different story than the tingling between her thighs. As unable to prevent the waking nightmares as she was her mistress’ touch, images of herself as a mindless tickle-pet served to horrify the helpless servant and turn her on to tragic degrees.

“Third-” Jai Lin poked her fingertips along the bottom of her slave’s tender ribs, the undersides of the distressed woman’s hefty bosoms squishing against the tops of her hands. “Is I allow the girls in here.”

“NO!” That idea more than any other made Aleena scream. Memories flooded back, to the time when she was first exposed to the unforgiving world of sadistic menace that was tickle torture. In the years that followed she had only ever suffered exclusively at the hands of Samuel Lucas and Jai Lin, yet her first time was perhaps the worst of all. There were the men and then, when the naïve girl thought it impossible to endure any more, the girls were unleashed upon her. A pack of impish young women who explored every hypersensitive inch of Aleena’s body, never a second without fingers running across her soles or poking at her flesh. It was a scenario she never wished to repeat.

“Oh good.” The statuesque billionaire clawed all ten fingers into her slaves’ tummy. “I was leaning toward that one too.”

“Ahaehaehahaha! NonoPLEASE!” Tugging violently at her bondage, the trapped servant balked as she felt her arousal take a very noticeable spike.

In the early days when she still had some fire in her belly, the would-be slave would almost always put up a fight. Samuel Lucas used to have guards drag her into his private quarters or Jai Lin would get them to strap her down, yet they almost always tortured her alone. On occasion the demented pair might go at her together and that was as bad as it got. By the time they went traveling Aleena didn’t need the guards to wrestle her anymore, she would simply do as told because the alternative was always worse. Even when they told her to take part in torturing unsuspecting backpackers the obedient girl never argued, despite the heavy burden of guilt she felt every time. It was a miserable, dehumanizing life, yet no day was ever so bad as that first time.

“Ohh the girls will have a ball with you.” Jai Lin teased, pinching firmly at the worrisome woman’s sides. “Do you know how many over the years have asked me to get their hands on you? How many I’ve had to deny?”

“Aieehahaha! No Mistress! Ahaha! Pleasepleanoahaha!” Her expression contorting through a mix of dread and insuppressible laughter, the curvaceous slave’s voice was thick with distress. “Anything but thaahahahat!”

“Just imagine it.”

“Ohnopleaeeeheeheese!”

“All those hands.”

“NOnoahahaaa!”

“Crawling all over you…”

“I’m sorryahaha! I’msosorry! Ahahaha!” Aleena’s long hair whipped against her reddening cheeks. Between the drilling of her mistress’ fingers boring into her abdomen and the ongoing imagery of future punishment, the buxom slave’s libido was brimming.

“I’ll instruct them to be merciless.” The nefarious woman pinched higher, goosing the fitful servant’s ribs and hiking her shirt upward. “After so long without being tickled I can only imagine how horrible it will be.”

“Ahahaha! I’lldoahaha!” Interrupted by her own laughter, the increasingly aroused slave could feel the bottom of her shirt sliding up the underside of her jiggling bosoms. “I’lldoanything! Aheieehahaha!”

“Until a few minutes ago I thought you’d only ever do as you were told.” Jai Lin poked viciously into her buxom captive’s flesh, right where the tender flesh of her breasts met her heaving ribcage.

Aided by the cruel woman’s hands getting higher, the jostling of Aleena’s own body caused her shirt to slide upward. In one quick motion the loose fitting top sprang into a bunch atop her chest, the curvaceous slave’s huge bare bosoms popping out into the open. Her light brown areole’s puffy with arousal, the squealing prisoner’s involuntarily erect nipples were on full display. The sudden reveal and added vulnerability sent a rush through Aleena’s loins, her thick thighs quivering with the agony of carnal anticipation. Plead and bargain though she may, the comely Pakistani knew perhaps better than anyone how callous Jai Lin could be. The girls would be invited in before long and the threat alone made her pussy pulsate.

“Do you think this is the worst I can offer?” Her mistress said, as if reading the squawking woman’s mind. “Have the girls tickle you, is that where you imagine the limits of your punishment can go?” The towering witch’s ten long nails scribbled down the half naked slave’s sides and her back arched as she squealed. “I know you’ve never forgotten our dear Hania. The sacrifice you made for her freedom? I was true to my word you know, when I let her free, Samuel and I never tracked her down. We let her be.”

A flush of anger spread through Aleena’s ample chest. Hearing her long lost lover’s name bought back all the heartache and loss. She tried to force a look of fury, instead the fitful woman’s expression twisted awkwardly between rage and helpless, ticklish grinning.

“That could change, of course.” Jai Lin clawed at the bare breasted servant’s tummy, fingertips prodding deep into convulsing muscle and flesh. “I could find Hania, even now. We could bring her here, another ill-fated reunion for the two of you? You could watch each other be tortured. Or I could make you torture her.”

“Aahaheieeha! Iwouahaha!” The hyperticklish slave gasped as her midriff turned a dark shade of pink. “Neverhahaha! Iwouldn’t! Eeeieheehee!”

“Tell me where Emma Clark is going.”

“I don’tknowahaha!”

“Tell me, or the moment I walk out of this room-“ Jai Lin scribbled her ten long nails all the way up Aleena’s defenseless sides and ran them wild into her underarms. “I’ll hire a team of investigators to find your little girlfriend!”

Whatever other vile traits she had, there was never any doubting the Amazonian mistress’ power of will. A former slave herself, the ambitious Japanese woman had usurped her way into power more than once. Many had tried to end Jai Lin’s reign of terror over the years and none had succeeded, no one yet had managed to stop her desires from becoming reality. Fearing for Hania, wherever she was and whoever she had become, Aleena resigned herself to that simple fact.

“Madam Uieehahaha! Madam Ui!” The desperate, cackling captive bellowed woefully, her high pitched laughter undercutting much of the sorrow in her voice. “Eiehahaha! I told her!”

“Ha.” Jai Lin smiled in a rare moment of genuine amusement. Stepping back, the well-toned woman pressed the tips of her fingers together. “And what do you suppose that old shrew is going to do?”

“I-ahh…I don’t know…” Aleena fell limp, hanging from the chain as she panted for air.

“If Harry Deveno didn’t sell Ui as a tickle-toy to one of his associates…” A thoughtful look crossed the cunning woman’s sharp features. “…she’s probably spent the last twenty years working in a fish market. Or whoring herself for pennies. Wherever she is and whoever she’s with, I sincerely hope they’ve been tickling her stupid since the day I left her tied to Harold’s desk.”

“She…she still knows.”

“Don’t be vague. Knows what?”

“Everything.” Her breathing slowing, the restrained brunette spoke softly and with no measure of confidence. Knowing she would soon be in agony again, all there was left to do was confess. “Madam Ui can tell Emma everything. You, Sam Lucas, Novak. The Devenos, she knows it all. All Emma needs to do is write it down and put it out in the world.”

“And you think that will be enough, do you?”

Aleena looked up, dark wavy locks hanging across her face. “It’s a start.”

A wry smirk grew slowly across the Amazon’s full lips. “Look at you. All this time gone by and still the mere mention of your old girlfriend is enough to put a fire in your belly.” Reaching up, the imposing woman pinched either side of her slave’s shirt and began pulling it up and over her head and arms. “It would be a mistake to bring her here, I can see that. Hania will remain safe. You, on the other hand, are in for a world of terror.”

Aleena winced as her mistress stuffed the shirt forcefully down between her bound wrists. With the top now held around her hands, the busty woman wished she could have found more consolation in knowing Hania wouldn’t be touched. Stretched and powerless to prevent any attack on her taut upperbody, what should have felt like a big win seemed tragically small in the face of what was sure to follow. As Jai Lin took a couple of short steps around to the back of the ottoman, the anxious slave realized her upperbody wasn’t the most pressing concern after all.

“Do you remember the first time your feet were tickled?” The cruel mistress stood behind her prisoner, one fingertip sliding gently around the heel of her upturned slipper. “I don’t mean you and Hania fumbling around behind your parents’ backs. I mean the first real time, when you couldn’t just giggle and slip away? When there was no way to stop it.” She hooked that same finger into the back of the slipper and pulled gently. “When within those first few, terrifying seconds, panic setting in, you realized how truly, awfully ticklish you really were?”

“Y-ou!” Aleena cringed as she felt the fluffy inside of her slipper sliding off her foot. “And…and Master Lucas…”

“Mmm…” Plucking one slipper off and tossing it to the floor, the pitiless mistress revealed her slave’s delicate, wrinkled sole. She pinched the heel of the remaining slipper and slowly drew it away. “That must have been so, so awful. And then to realize, as the seconds wore on and it didn’t end, to know that your begging…all your screaming…it was for nothing.”

As the second slipper was discarded and both soles were now exposed, the curvaceous servant knew exactly what Jai Lin was doing. Her methodical removal of the slippers, the calm recollection of Aleena’s first time being tortured, it was all part of the grander scheme to make her suffering worse. In all their years together the unwilling assistant had been on the end of her mistress’ seductive manipulations countless times, and seen it performed on others even more. Despite all that experience, the bare foot woman still found herself writhing awkwardly as if it were her first time, a sour grimace crossing her face when she felt a warm dampness between her thighs.

“And how much worse it must have been…” The wicked tormentress continued. “When it finally occurred to you that all your pleading wasn’t just being ignored...it was being savored.”

“Eeeiii!” Aleena shook, rattling her chain when she felt the sharp tip of one single nail slide ever-so-gently down the outer edge of her right foot.

“I’ve always enjoyed hearing you beg.”

“Aha!” Another nail scraped along her left sole and the squawking slave rocked sharply in response.

“All the girls I’ve had my fun with…” Jai Lin snaked a fingertip down the length of her captive’s sole.

“Ahahaha! Ohho!”

“And I always come back you eventually, don’t I?” Running one digit across the tips of Aleena’s toes, the kneeling mistress made her prisoner shriek. “There’s an odd comfort to you. A reliability. A consistency.” She flickered two fingers across the balls of one foot and the poor bound woman’s tiny toes curled. “Except of course…” Jai Lin’s voice rose and as it did she sent all ten of her long nails dancing up and down her slave’s excruciatingly ticklish arches. “For when you betray me!”

“NYEEEEEIIIAHAHA!” Snapping forward, the screeching brunette threw her head back and yanked with almighty force upon the chain overhead.

All the desperation in the world couldn’t have broken that chain, nor the various bolts and welds that held it in place. Aleena had overseen the installation of at least half the nightmarish devices throughout the mansion, and unwillingly tested the rest. Far stronger victims than her had been held upon that same ottoman and never once had the chain or it’s foundations so much as creaked. In the early days of her captivity the torture was easier, in a most miniscule way, as she could hold some hope that a restraint might break or a miracle may let her escape. That hope waned in time to the point it no longer existed. Knowing there was no way out, knowing for a certainty she had no choice but to endure, it made every second and every devilish stroke feel like a life time.

“Did you think I’d go easy on you, hm?” The stern woman teased, her sharp nails spidering over Aleena’s tender heels. “Because we’ve known each other so long, did you think I’d show mercy? Was that it?”

“EEIIGGAHAHA! NONOSTAHAHAHAP!” Thrashing violently, the howling slave’s great bare breasts bounced as her toes curled and stretched outward at random.

Her cheeks turning bright red, the bewildered servant’s eyes clenched shut as she screamed with unhinged laughter. Strained and broken pleas hollered out of her, no single word planned as her mind spiraled into chaos. It was no exaggeration to say Jai Lin was one of the world’s most effective ticklers. Over two decades or more the unabashedly cruel woman had put her sinful skill set to use on hundreds of victims, none of whom she’d practiced on more than Aleena. Every curve and wrinkle of the cackling slave’s soles was familiar territory. Her mistress knew all too well the speeds, pressures and frequency needed for every inch to maximize hellish results.

In the throws of uproarious laughter, Aleena’s fractured thoughts cobbled together pieces of memory. In quick flashes she recalled the days when she and Hania first met. Teens in love, two young women desperately trying to hide their affection for each other in an environment that did not allow romance like theirs. It was difficult enough under the watchful eyes of their parents’, but Hania’s penchant for tickling made it even more so. Aleena’s giggling was what got them caught the first time, as much as she tried to stifle it. Her plucky girlfriend’s eager fingers always won out, poking and prodding, it never took much before all control went out the window. The difference of course was that they were never mean-spirited, misery was never the point. How she longed for those days.

“Tell me something-“ Jai Lin dug vigorously beneath her wailing servant’s petit toes, her words unheard under the piercing laughter. “Do you honestly believe Miss Clark will return? When have you ever known someone to go against us after we’ve…negotiated with them?” Nothing was getting through, instead the bound slave threw her head back and shrieked as nails flittered around her arches. “She is an exceptionally ticklish girl. Even if her own experience wasn’t convincing enough, she saw what happened to her friends. And how quickly she was willing to turn on them, mind you. Miss Clark ran, my dear, she ran and she isn’t coming back because she knows what awaits her.”

Minutes in and the topless servant’s nipples were so stiff they protruded almost an inch out from her breast. Any wholesome thoughts of flirtations with her long lost lover were gone, tickled viciously away by Jai Lin’s devilish claws. All that remained in Aleena’s whirling mind was the dreaded desperation to break free and the terrible certainty of her body’s ever increasing arousal. Trapped between two heightened states of being, both doing their level best to cause as much havoc as possible. A place of internal catastrophe the long suffering slave had been many times, and yet there was never any getting used to it.

“I suppose our little fugitive has had enough of a head start.” The wicked Amazon finally pulled her talons back from the slave’s delicate skin. “I’ll give Mackleroy a call and see if he can’t round her up again. No doubt the Whitmore boy will enjoy getting his hands on her.” Aleena’s head hung, hair dangling around her bright red cheeks as she panted heavily. Jai Lin stood up, continuing her one-sided conversation. “I’ll be back to deal with you later. In the meantime…” She hooked her thumbs under the elastic as the back of the gasping woman’s pants and tugged them down.

A lustful tingle spread between Aleena’s thighs, her hips squirming in response. Feeling her mistress peel the pants down, the increased sense of vulnerability made for a deeply frightening and most unwanted spike in carnal sensation. As Jai Lin tucked the pants in a bunch around her servant’s knees, the nearly nude woman was left in little more than the black g-string panties she was required to wear. Dark as they were, there was still a very noticeable damp patch adorning the front of her underwear, the buxom woman’s shapely cheeks practically bare around the other side.

“I want you to think about what you’ve done.” The towering woman opened one hand and sent her flat palm striking sharply across Aleena’s right ass cheek with an almighty slap.

“Ai!” A shrill cry sent the shocked slave’s head back, the chain rattling as she arched away from the sudden sting.

“Or what you thought it was you were doing.” Jai Lin gave another lightning-spank, right in the same spot and a good bit harder.

“Ai-yyii!” Aleena jolted forward again, the outer edge of her curvaceous cheek already pink.

“Because I promise you-“ Another slap. “You.” Crack. “Have.” Whack. “Failed.”

“Aiieegh!” That one cheek red raw, the yelping brunette’s butt flexed painfully.

And with that Jai Lin strode from the room, a light breeze brushing against Aleena’s stinging butt as the door opened and shut swiftly. Less experienced victim’s of living nightmares tended to think, at that point, their tormentor leaving the room was a good thing. Time to recover, to plot their escape. At the very least it was time they weren’t being actively tortured, which had to be a good thing. Aleena knew better. The waiting itself was punishment, never knowing how long might pass before something happened or what that something might be when it did. It was a thought that kept her libido simmering, just as her mistress knew it would.

Time enough passed for the sorrowful slave to catch her breath. Regaining energy was never good, not really. With luck there were times certain victims could pass out, though in Aleena’s case losing consciousness had happened few and far between. Even on those rare occasions the rest was short lived, she only ever woke to more tickling. How long went by it was difficult to say, time tended to lose meaning when tickled and the room of all-black walls offered no signs. However long it was wasn’t anywhere near long enough as the half naked servant’s butt was still stinging slightly when the door opened again.

“Oh my goooood!” Came a young woman’s excitable voice. Not usually the kind of sound to strike fear in a person’s heart, but for Aleena the giddy tone was apocalyptic.

“There she is!” Another girl cooed. The buxom slave couldn’t bring herself to look back and see just how many of them were piling into the room.

“Aleenaaaaa!” Said a third, each new arrival more gleeful and teasing than the one before. “I can’t believe we’re finally allowed to get our hands on you!”

By way of the shifting light from the open doorway Aleena could tell the precession was not yet done. Looking up as the first of her visitors sauntered around the front of her, the bare-breasted woman’s bottom lip trembled. Ana was the first of them and undoubtedly the last of the harem she wanted to see. A slender Portuguese girl, the olive-skinned brunette had a fearsome reputation for tickling feet that came second only to Jai Lin herself. A second later Tanya Lowe wandered around from the other side, the dark-skinned girl’s wide hips swaying in time with the thick black braids atop her head.

“Aw ‘Leena.” Ana tilted her head to one side, a less-than sympathetic smile across her lips. “You must have done something really naughty for Jai Lin to let us play with you.”

“Girls –girls please-“ Aleena stammered, knowing she had one chance, if that, to talk them into taking a path that didn’t lead toward catastrophe.

“You’re in soooo much trouble!” Tanya grinned.

Darting her eyes back and forth between the two young women, Aleena thought carefully about her next words. Each and every one of Jai Lin’s girls was as much a merciless sadist as they were victims themselves. They all had different reasons for staying at the mansion, some out of fear, some because they’d found enough dominance among the flock to minimize their own suffering. Most of them wanted to live out their fantasies of being the next mistress with her own gaggle of hopelessly ticklish girls. None in the mansion’s history had achieved it yet. Still, Aleena knew it would be a difficult spell to break.

“You don’t have to do this.” She tried and received only wicked smirks in return. “I know Jai Lin better than anyone, she’ll never let you live the lives you want.”

Tanya shot a glance to the sultry young woman beside her. “I’m pretty happy, how about you?”

“I like my life.” Ana shrugged.

Easy for them to say. Tanya had been at the mansion for going on five years, and Ana longer still. Though they had both started at the bottom of the heap, the two cunning women soon maneuvered themselves up through the unofficial ranks and were easily among the most feared few of the bunch. One of the newer girls would have been easier to convince, though the newbies tended to live in fear more than most. Still, however important one might think themselves, no girl lasted at the mansion forever.

“Don’t you ever wonder what happened to the women who came before you?” Aleena’s voice was thick with concern, mostly for her own sanity.

“You mean Maria?” Ana raised an eyebrow.

“Before her.” The near nude slave could hear at least two more women, maybe more, shuffling around near the door. “Maria wasn’t the first. We’ve been doing this a long time. Many had passed through these halls before either of you arrived.”

“Are you going to tell us?” Tanya grinned as the light from the doorway faded and the door clicked shut. “Or do we have to tickle it out of you?”

Aleena shook her head. “You’re probably going to tickle me anyway. But it’s important, you should know this. It happens to all of you sooner or later.” Making a point of meeting their gaze, the bound older woman frowned. “You think you’re free.” She turned her head back a little, just enough to let them know she was addressing the entire room. “You’re no better off than I am, not in the end. Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, they’ve had dozens of girls just like you through here over the years. Every one of them came willingly, or were tricked into thinking they did.”

“Pff.” Tanya gave a tiny scoff as Aleena met her eye. A former student of Sam Lucas’, the curvaceous black girl certainly hadn’t come to the mansion voluntarily her first time.

“Everyone tries to leave for different reasons.” The topless slave continued. “Some of them just disappear. Others are allowed to say their good byes, get a few last tickles in before heading off down the driveway. None of them ever make it off the property.”

“You lie.” Ana said. Curiously her tone sounded more like a question than she might have intended.

In point of fact Aleena was lying, at least a little. Only most of the girls who and come and gone from Jai Lin’s harem never got to leave in the way they wanted. There were a select few who had been allowed to move out into the wider world while still remaining under their mistress’ command. Extraordinary young women who had proved themselves above and beyond for one reason or another. Ana, Tanya and their cohorts didn’t need to know anything about that, however.

“First they’re taken to the dungeons.” Aleena lowered her voice, hoping to properly convey the severity of the most likely fate in store for all the girls. “None of you can be allowed to leave here sane, you understand that don’t you? There are too many secrets that could ruin us.” Her audience of two, and presumably the ones listening behind, furrowed their brows quizzically. “You think you know the dungeons, but you don’t. There are rooms behind rooms and levels below levels. Dark places where Jai Lin and Sam Lucas break any who try to leave this place. It can take weeks.”

“And then what?” Tanya sneered a little in disbelief. “They kill them?”

“Some beg for just that. Our masters are never so merciful.” Adjusting her weight as best she could, the awkwardly aroused woman tried to focus as she knew her small audience were only one wrong word away from tickling her silly. “Once the girls have lost any sense of themselves they’re given away. You might like to think you’d be sold, fine girls like you could fetch a good price, but no. You’re given as gifts to people of influence, anyone Jai Lin might need a favor from.”

A mousy voice squeaked from somewhere back near the door. “She’s just trying to scare us.”

“You should be scared.” Aleena spoke sharply. “You all know Sheriff Mackleroy, he comes by often enough.” And the mustached man had certainly tickled a few of them, the bare foot woman knew. “How many of you have seen his wife?” Blank stares met the question. “No? None of you? That’s because she never leaves the sheriff’s house. Her name is Kelly Wess and a decade ago she was a lot like all of you.” Aleena paused to let the implication set in, to make sure no one questioned it, to allow the truth to bury it’s hooks. “Kelly was one of our more senior girls back then. One of the first, as it happens. Then she turned twenty-five and as many do at that age began to wonder what she was doing with her life.”

Tanya wasn’t quite there yet and continued to frown. Ana was pushing twenty-six though, and the sternness of her expression wavered a touch.

“So Kelly went to Jai Lin and said whatever she said. She wanted to move on, get a job somewhere, make a family, the usual things people do.” Aleena kept her voice steady hoping and hoping hard that the story was sinking in. “We had a little tea party to say farewell. Jai Lin let Kelly have her pick of the girls to torment to her heart’s content and then she left early the next morning. Or so the other girls were told.” No one said a thing, the silent audience was hanging on every word. “Kelly was in the dungeons of course. Naked, eyes covered, mouth taped shut, ears plugged. Sam Lucas was down there too, making her forget her own name.”

Ana swallowed, her mouth a straight line. Whatever she wanted to believe didn’t matter, the truth was right in front of her.

“When they were done, Kelly Wess was a memory.” Aleena sighed as she recalled bathing that poor shell of girl, getting her dressed and ready to present to Sheriff Mackleroy. “Jai Lin gave her away, a more obedient creature you could never find. Now she cooks and cleans for the sheriff, tends to his every need or desire. Mostly…” She paused knowing that Ana, Tanya and the rest had already worked out what she was about to say and probably didn’t want to hear it. “Mostly that confident redhead who used to strut and terrorize these halls serves as Sheriff Mackleroy’s live-in tickle toy.”

A pin dropping would have made for a thunderous clamor. So quiet was the room Aleena wondered if any of the girls were even breathing. They were thinking, she hoped, about their own futures now, about being dragged or tricked into the deepest holes of Jai Lin’s dungeon. Losing their minds in dimly lit rooms that were little better than caves. Then, when nothing remained of themselves, being given like some prize to a horny old man who would paw at their nubile bodies whenever he pleased. Catering with unquestioning obedience to a senator maybe, or a local crime boss, anyone with which Jai Lin wanted to curry favor. She could have bribed them of course, but money was never the point.

“Oh please!” A leggy blonde with an athletic figure appeared between Tanya and Ana. It was Aubrey, one of the twins. “Little ‘Leena would say anything to stop us from tickling her!”

“It’s the truth!” Aleena shook at her chain, her bulbous bare breasts wobbling as she did. “And if you or your sister think coming from money will make a difference you’re sorely mistaken.”

Aubrey sneered and waved a dismissive hand. She and her identical counterpart, Nora, had not even been residents of the mansion for a single year. Nonetheless, the haughty pair of Kentucky teenagers soon walked around like they owned the place. No doubt their dominance among the girls came from their unified approach to tickling, though Jai Lin and Sam Lucas had made the sisters turn on each other more than once. Usually though, the twins were a force to be reckoned with and were more than happy to let everyone know it.

“She’s just trying to get in our heads.” Nora appeared from the left, the difference between her and Aubrey impossible to make out.

“Enough.” Ana was one of the few girls who the twins didn’t dare touch and she wasn’t about to let them take control of the room. “Whether ‘Leena’s telling the truth or not doesn’t matter. Jai Lin asked us to punish her.“ The sultry brunette raised all ten of her long nails into the air. “Lies or truth, it’ll still be the same after we’re done.”

“No! Wait! Don’t you understand?!” Aleena tensed as those nails began to wiggle toward her taut, defenseless torso. “You need to leave! You all need to get out of heiieeiiee!” Someone stroked her side from behind and the giggling older woman jerked her hips in the opposite direction. “Don’t do this! Eeheheii!” Ana dragged a single talon down the fitful slave’s bicep. “I’m not lying! Eeiehaha!” Nora clawed at her supple ribs. “Please no! Aahahiieeee!”

Squirming awkwardly, the helpless captive stifled a sob as the pack of eager girls crowded in close. Through bubbling laughter she wanted to turn back time, to still convince her attackers that running for their lives was best for all of them. Trying to keep her expression serious, Aleena couldn’t help from grinning broadly as more fingers poked and prodded at her hypersensitive flesh. Whoever was behind her ran nails softly up the voluptuous woman’s spine and she felt like it was her first time all over again. A fingertip grazing one nipple served as an instant reminder of how feverishly aroused she already was. Pleading desperately, her voice growing higher in pitch, girlish laughter was quickly overtaking any of the curvy servant’s hard earned composure.

“Speaking of tickle-toys!” Aubrey’s slender fingers clawed at Aleena’s convulsing tummy. “Maybe I can keep you when Jai Lin’s had enough, hmm?”

“Stopahahaha!” Contorting her face, the scantily clad woman shook as what must have been five pairs of hands roamed around her upperbody. “I mean it! Eeehheeheie!”

“Ohh, did you hear that ladies?” Ana danced the tips of her razor sharp claws along the undersides of their victim’s hefty bosoms. “She means it!”

While the svelte Portuguese girl focused on Aleena’s naked breasts and dangerously near her underarms, the other four were doing their best to overwhelm her. Nora evoked a shriek or two as she drilled into their prisoner’s lower ribs, smirking in the same devilish fashion as her twin. The other identical sister kept her hands busy a few inches lower, digging relentlessly at the begging woman’s abdomen. Tanya had her hands in there somewhere too, though in her mirthful state it was impossible for the struggling slave to tell exactly who was doing what. The girl behind her was perhaps the most mischievous of the lot, her rogue fingertips scribbling up and down Aleena’s back and skirting the edges of her waistline.

“Aeeeieieehee!” The spasming servant thrust forward when the hands-behind frolicked across her ass cheeks, including the tender spot where Jai Lin had spanked her. “Y-you have to stahahaap!” Her words came out in a labored wheeze, vocal chords strangled by lust, laughter and anguish.

Of course she knew they wouldn’t stop, their kind never did. Experienced as she was being on the receiving end of tickle torture, Aleena could never hold back from begging. It was true for all the girls who passed through Jai Lin’s mansion, no matter how tough they might eventually consider themselves. There were still lessons to be learned in the way one plead for mercy, the more veteran residents rarely making the same mistakes as new arrivals. Broadcasting that one was about to orgasm, for example, was never a good idea. Even now Aleena felt the urge to warn them, to scream that she would soon climax if her tormentors didn’t cease. The opposite of mercy would be the result. A good sadist never halted to prevent their victim’s suffering, only to prolong it.

“What are you doing back there, Dee?” Ana leaned to look around, her nimble fingers drawing circles at the outer edges of the frenzied woman’s puffy areoles.

“She’s got such a ticklish butt!” Dee, the mystery girl at Aleena’s back, beamed excitedly.

“And what else to I see back there?” The cunning woman turned her head to look directly at their prisoner’s twisting, mournful face. “Some ticklish little tootsies!”

“Nahahaha! NO PLEASE!” Aleena’s dark hair whipped as she shook her head. A rookie fumble, screaming so loud, but the thought of Ana’s nails on her soles sent any rational thought fleeing for the hills.

“Wait, wait…” Tanya dropped to one knee as the Portuguese vixen strolled out of sight. “Let’s get these panties off!”

Squealing helplessly, the older woman continued to struggle as the twins kept their twenty fingers running around her ribs and tummy. Dee’s playful digits hadn’t relented either, all ten of the redhead’s fingertips continuing to run freely around Aleena’s shapely butt cheeks. Knowing the sinister Ana would be on her feet momentarily, all the panicked slave could do was wriggle her hips as Tanya hooked her fingers around either side of her g-string. With the last and practically useless piece of clothing being slid down her quivering thighs, the now nude woman’s arousal swelled to critical levels.

“Horny Little ‘Leena!” Aubrey teased as she leaned back to take in the sight of their slave’s sopping wet pussy. “She’s even wetter than Dee after you feather her tits!”

What, if anything, Dee’s response was to the blonde’s quip, Aleena didn’t know nor care. Her soaked panties around her knees, the naked captive could no longer focus on the girls’ taunts or conversation. Too much was going on and her laughter had grown too loud. Carnal waves crashed within and caused the defenseless woman’s hips to thrust lewdly. Tanya’s hands returned to the fray, her fingertips pinching between Aleena’s thighs and stroking sinfully close to her outer labia. The twins kept up their joint assault and Dee was now eliciting a series of screeches by wiggling her fingers up and down between the bewildered slave’s butt cheeks. All this combined with the knowledge that Ana’s terrible talons must have been drawing ever-closer, it was a recipe for outright pandemonium.

“EEEEIIIYAHAHAHA!” Aleena howled when the first nails crept across her marshmallowy soft heels. Her back arched and her toes curled in tight, laughter bellowing from deep in her belly.

Like putting a drop of blood into a pool of piranhas, the sudden intensity and volume of the bound woman’s laughter spurred the gang of girls into a feeding frenzy. Energized by their victim’s thrashing and wordless cries, the five relentless nymphs upped their speed or strength or whatever would drive Aleena the most insane. Tanya dug her thumbs in deep to the soft spots just inside the nude woman’s hipbones, while Aubrey squished her bare bosoms together and flickered fingertips across her rigid nipples. Nora’s rib tickling went from pokes and prods to full-blown lobster-clawing mayhem, a move that made their tickle-toy breathless if she wasn’t already.

Around the other side Dee was doing some clawing of her own, squeezing at the cackling woman’s curvy ass while the muscles and flesh flexed between her fingers in protest. Worst of them all was the one most suited to her evil task; Kneeling behind the ottoman, Ana skillfully swept her long nails all over Aleena’s deathly ticklish soles, scurrying under her toes and raking viciously across her insteps. There might have been less girls than that first traumatic time all those year before, but these five knew far better what they were doing and enjoyed their wicked deeds with a much more hellish glee.

A sheen of sweat coated the berserk slave’s neck, her tendons straining as she screamed. Steamy hot beads trickled down across her collarbone, winding into the creases where her bulbous breasts were pushed upward. Among her thick thighs, Tanya was no longer holding back, her quick digits now spidering across Aleena’s pulsating pussy. Between the fondling of her dripping lips and the teasing of her erect nipples it was a wonder the thrashing older woman hadn’t cum already. Only the harsh tickling of her torso and nightmarish stroking of her silky soles seemed enough distraction to keep the crazed slave teetering on the edge.

For far too long the edge is where they kept her. Like all of Jai Lin’s girls throughout the years each of the five knew how to keep their victim right where they wanted. Some were naturals to begin with, like Aubrey and Nora, Ana too. Others were trained, as had been the case for Tanya and Dee. They knew which buttons to push and which ones not to, all hard lessons taught under the stern tutelage of Sam Lucas or Jai Lin herself. Working as a group the five young women knew just how to work Aleena’s body so she wouldn’t quite climax. The feeling was there, the urge, an unavoidable temptation kept narrowly out of reach. So close she could taste it. So close she could feel the heat of it against her sizzling skin.

“AAAHNNAHAHAHA!” Aleena bellowed mindlessly, gnashing her teeth as sweat poured off of her.

Dee’s bratty fingertips slid easily down between the slave’s wobbling ass cheeks, while slick digits stroked evilly over her nipples. Two more hands kneaded at the maddened woman’s stomach and ribs, clawing the breath out of her in unbridled laughs. Tanya’s speedy strokes ran all over the poor captive’s pussy, stroking softly across every pulsing inch. Out of sight yet very much in mind, Ana took no pause as her wicked nails worked relentlessly across Aleena’s terribly sensitive soles. Her toes spread and keen fingers wiggled underneath, the hellish touch never relenting no matter how much she squeezed or curled back against them.

How long passed the crazed woman had no way of knowing, yet eventually one of Tanya Lowe’s audacious strokes brushed across Aleena’s swollen clit. The swift touch sent a violent shudder up the nude woman’s spine, a sensation that made her gasp loudly before continuing to roar with laughter. A few more torturous minutes dragged by until another soft caress swept over her clit again. The arduous time between each stroke was certainly no accident, only another form of torment. Like blissful previews of what was to come, the buxom black girl kept their prisoner feeling like she was finally going over the edge. Dipping her toes into the raging waters of primal release, as it were, only to be pulled back at the last possible second.

In all the lunacy and ticklish turmoil, Aleena thought back again to the tale of Kelly Wess. She wondered then if the five girls hadn’t been instructed to begin the same process, to at long last take her beyond the breaking point. The once dutiful slave had been pushed against that wall many times, even felt it tear, but Jai Lin always relented before it collapsed completely. Staring into the abyss of her own sanity, it was an abominable line of thought that only came to an end by another of Tanya’s fingertips sliding across her clit. This time however the finger came back, her helpless laughter turning to hoarse moans.

“Don’t you cum!” Ana called from behind as she raked all ten of her nails slowly down from the bare foot woman’s heels to her toes. It was a favourite game within the mansion, threatening further punishment for something a victim had no say in. No control over. Often it was something the victim even desired, mind and body fighting furiously against one another to avoid the unavoidable. “I’m going to tickle your feet until midnight if you cum!”

“AUHH! IIEEEHEEIIHAHA!” Aleena shrieked, the unbearable fondling of her feet only serving to propel her closer and closer toward orgasm.

Tanya flicked the thrashing woman’s clit and flicked it again. The tip of her finger vibrated quickly, no longer leaving the erect nubbin alone. With her free hand the dark haired sadist spidered five fingers across Aleena’s trembling taint, the maniacal woman’s thighs shaking violently in response. So wet was the slave’s salivating pussy that her labia, thighs, tickled-taint and even Miss Lowe’s hand were drenched. Thick, winding streams of liquid lust drizzled down to between the moaning servant’s shaky knees, her entire naked body quaking from the continuous overload of sensation.

Roaring cries of carnality were coming as often as squealing laughter now, the two powerful forces both dueling for supremacy. Aleena’s face contorted and twisted, her eyes widening when the tickling took hold and clenching shut whenever lust spiked through her loins. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and down stretched cheeks, throwing her head back and straining furiously. Just as soon as she’d ridden a second of wanton shame the laughter came back with a vengeance, fingers spidering across every hopelessly sensitive nerve. Sadly, one underlying thought followed her, that even when the inevitable did happen it would not be the end.

“HNGH!” Aleena’s hips snapped forward sharply and her back arched. “HNNNGH! AAAUUHH!” She screeched, then froze, her mouth in a wide O-shape as the five girl’s fingers continued to do their evil deeds.

The first orgasmic burst gushed over Tanya’s hand, squirting unceremoniously across her collarbone and breasts. Stomach tensing hard, the loudly moaning slave lurched forward, her hands clawing aimlessly at the shirt that was bunched around them. As Aleena’s toes spread Ana took the chance to frolic her nails underneath, and the climaxing prisoner let out a piercing scream as she continued to cum. Another deluge of liquid-release splashed across Tanya’s hand and arm, the majority coating her ample cleavage. By the third wave the kneeling girl was starting to look like a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest, her erect nipples poking through the damp fabric. Taking the drenching as an apparent invitation, the busty young woman leaned forward and replaced the wiggling of her finger with the ravenous licking of her tongue.

“AAHHNNNNNN!” Gritting her teeth, Aleena spasmed fitfully as Tanya’s soft lips engulfed her steaming hot pussy. With the full width of her long wet tongue the devilish girl lapped at the trapped slave’s clit, forcing a second orgasm before the first had even started to subside.

Relieving as it was to finally cum, there was no mercy in Tanya’s oral assault, her hands proving as much by not keeping idle. Scurrying behind Aleena’s knees, the brown-eyed girl’s ten fingers scribbled up the backs of her thighs. Once upon the squishy crease where the curvy captive’s legs met her shapely butt cheeks, those ten fingers dug in, running wild along the underside of her ass. Taking a cue from her friend’s playbook, Dee joined in on the triple-attack technique by bringing her mouth into the equation too. Letting her fingers dance merrily out across Aleena’s bouncing ass, the frisky redhead licked down from her tailbone and wriggled her tongue deep inside the hysterical slave’s crack.

Not ones to ever be left out, the twins hungrily followed suit. Wrapping their full red lips around Aleena’s rigidly erect nipples, the sisters’ hot breath caused her large bosoms to tingle intensely. Through a mix of sucking, licking and gentle nibbles the two statuesque blondes feasted upon their toy’s alarmingly ticklish breasts as she howled through one orgasm after another. Like Tanya and Dee, Aubrey and Nora’s hands were not inactive either, both of the indistinguishable girls clawing and digging at the older woman’s ribs and heaving tummy.

Last but not least, Ana jumped on the ravenous bandwagon as well. Curling forward, the dreadfully skilled girl began by biting gently at her prey’s upturned left heel. Slender fingers still crawled all over Aleena’s vulnerable arches, toes and insteps, even as the Portuguese devil’s tongue flickered into the center of her sole. Switching from one foot to the other, the sinister woman’s oral abilities were every bit as terrifying as her digits. With all five girls now sucking, biting and licking at her, their fifty collective fingers poking, prodding and stroking, it was Ana’s tongue snaking between her toes that sent Aleena reeling into a third backbreaking climax.

When the troublesome gang finally relented, peeling their lips away and leaving their slave a sticky, soaked mess, the poor woman dangled breathless. Long strands of dark hair stuck to her glossy skin, her face and neck a dark exhausted red. Small whimpers shuddered from Aleena’s lips as her body rocked from mindless panting. Where she was, why she was there, who had been tickling her and for how long, the shattered slave could no longer wrap her mind around any of it. Only two things existed in her world anymore, tickling and waiting to be tickled.

Light cast across Aleena’s teary vision long before she had regained much sense. She didn’t know what was happening, nor did she want to. Aubrey took hold of the older woman’s chin and lifted her head, forcing her to look upon the eager-eyed blonde’s nubile face. With her free hand the haughty heiress wiped tears from the bound slave’s aching cheeks, her coy smirk becoming eerily clearer.

“Look ‘Leena…” Aubrey forced the ravaged woman to turn her head. The door was open. Nora, Tanya, Ana and Dee were all standing, all grinning and chatting and welcome a line-up of other girls who were filing into the room. “More friends!”


Six months later in the elevator of Jai Lin’s mansion, Emma Clark stood alongside Madam Ui, with whom she held an uneasy alliance, and the now liberated Aleena. Though now freed, the buxom former prisoner confided that she was still not yet certain her betrayal had been altogether worth what followed. As she told it, the past half year had not been at all easy. On top of her initial punishment that involved a crowd of young women and a small, dark room, free reign had been given by Jai Lin for the mansion residents to do with Aleena whatever they well pleased.

In the time between Emma’s escape and her eventual return, the shapely slave had been tickled almost every day. Upon hearing this, of course, the guilt-ridden redhead couldn’t help but feel more than a little titillated. The thought of that poor woman surrounded by giddy girls intent on making her squeal daily sent a flutter in the journalist’s tummy. With each new detail from Aleena’s plump lips, Emma found herself forgetting why they were wandering up the illustrious stairs and entering the elevator to begin with. Having just seen many of the offending women laying bound and helpless down in the foyer didn’t help any either. It was all the freckled-faced girl could do not to suggest running back down there and unleashing a barrage of ticklish revenge, if for no other reason than her own sinful desires.

Around the time they reached the third floor, Aleena was explaining how most of her days had gone the past six months. If she were lucky she might get a full night of sleep, though unlike before her treachery the girls of Jai Lin’s mansion now had access to her private quarters at any time. It was not unusual, she explained, to be woken late at night by two or more randy young women looking to tickle her silly. Despite the protections Aleena used to enjoy being abolished, she was still required to perform her daily tasks. Preparing Jai Lin’s meals, organizing chore schedules, arranging equipment maintenance and numerous other jobs were made all the more difficult by random bouts of being pawed and poked at. More than once she had spilled drinks, dropped folded laundry, messed up the mail or been made tardy because the girls saw fit to goose her ribs. Naturally, her mistress punished the weary slave for any imperfections, and so on the misery went.

“Just yesterday I was trying to help one of the girls set up a new TV.” Aleena tapped a series of numbers into a brightly lit keypad beside the elevator door. With every move she made the curvy older woman continually looked back over one shoulder in the most nervy fashion, almost as if she was constantly expecting to be attacked. “I was trying to keep it steady while she mounted it to the wall. We almost had it until Maria came by. She’s tied up downstairs now, by the way.” The code successful, the elevator continued it’s gradual ascent toward the fourth floor. “She started tickling me and I couldn’t keep still. Of course I dropped the TV, it broke, and Jeong –the girl whose TV it was- blamed me. Not that she needed a reason to come after me, but then both of them had me on the floor in stitches.”

“I’m so sorry.” Emma said grimly. She meant it too, even though the apology was somewhat marred by a slight irritation for having missed the show.

“Well, you’re here now.” Aleena kept her back to the wall as the elevator slowed to the fifth floor. “Hopefully this will be the end of it.”

Madam Ui took a firm step toward the doors. “I assure you it will.” She held her chin a little higher as the elevator opened. “Jai Lin’s time in the sun is over.” And with that she strode purposely out into a hallway, the doors sliding smoothly shut behind her.

“What is ‘The Garden’, Aleena?” Emma had almost forgotten about the mysteriously mentioned place. Only on the verge of discovery did she finally focus enough from bound women and sadistic stories to properly ask about it. Certainly it was no ordinary garden, implied heavily from the reverent hushed tone with which Aleena spoke of it.

“I’m not trying to keep you in suspense.” The older woman said as they neared the final stop at the rooftop. “It’s just easier to understand if you see it for yourself.”

When the doors opened a moment later the first thing Emma saw was, in fact, a rooftop garden. Framed by the elevator, a vast variety of lush greenery filled the space. So dense and tall was the miniature jungle nothing much could be seen beyond it’s first few feet. A small cobble path was all that separated the exit and the beginning of the foliage. Aleena stepped out, looking back over her shoulder as she did. With a slight nod she motioned for her nervous savior to follow. For the briefest moment the weary redhead paused, suddenly fearing that whatever lay within would be too much even for her.

Braving the unknown, Emma gingerly stepped out onto the cobbles, her eyes darting every which way. Stretching out to either side from the elevator doors were white walls, the uneven path cornering at each end and disappearing behind trees and shrubbery. From viewing anywhere on the ground the roof of Jai Lin’s mansion appeared to slant upward as normal as any other Victorian style manor. Evidently where an attic might have usually been was instead an open space, the sky above clear and the large rectangular area filled with exotic plant life.

“This way.” Aleena wandered leftward.

Picking up her pace, Emma made a point of catching up. As the two women rounded the corner the unmistakable sound of strained, muffled laughter turned her attention toward the mass of greenery on her right. “What’s that noise?” The freckle-faced girl asked dumbly, knowing full well the answer.

“We’ll get there. First…“ Pointing to the high wall running along their left side, the former slave drew her guest’s focus away from the looming jungle and sounds of distant mirth. Stretching along the first two-thirds of the wall were half a dozen large glass windows, all spaced apart by a foot or so of wall. All the same size, the windows stood at least three quarters of the way up the wall and were each roughly three or four times the width of the elevator. Moving closer, Emma could see small electrical panels on the wall to the left of every window. Closer still and it became eerily clear that what was behind the windows were rooms. “I knew you’d want to see this.”

Moving a trembling hand over her open mouth, the hesitant journalist wasn’t so sure she wanted to see anything at all. Feeling her knees weaken and not in a good way, Emma slowly took one uneasy step after another. The room behind the first pane of glass was fairly spacious for what it was, at least so far as prison cells went. In the far back corner was a white door, the remainder of the back wall taken up by a fixed single-wide bed. A TV was mounted to the wall and there was a bookshelf to the left. Along the right side stood an antique looking dresser and a full-height mirror beside it. Then, sitting upon a stool before the mirror was the room’s buxom blonde occupant. She wore tight short-shorts, a very revealing halter-top and little else.

“Jennifer Lantree.” Aleena stood immediately to Emma’s right. “You might be more familiar with her alter ego; Honey Combes?”

“Uhh…” Frozen speechless, the curly haired girl couldn’t produce more than a slight squeak, let alone think clearly.

“Jennifer made quite a name for herself in the adult film industry a couple of years ago.” The older woman spoke with the most solemn of tones. “Skyrocketed to success.” She sighed before continuing. “Until her director tricked her into making a fetish film. I’m sure you can guess which fetish.”

“She’s…” Emma managed to force a tense, wavering word. “…a prisoner?”

“Disappeared off the face of the planet shortly after the film came out.”

“….why?”

Aleena pursed her lips and shrugged. “Jai Lin took a liking to her. Sam Lucas picked Jennifer up, and she’s been held here ever since. A little over a year now.”

“This…this is…” Staring down the wall to the five other large windows, the fiery haired girl felt nauseas. Her breath quickened as she spoke. “They…they…”

“They tickle them, yes.” The mournful servant looked upon the poor woman behind the glass with what must have been a very familiar sense of empathy. “Their evil is never enough, you understand? Jai Lin and Sam Lucas have gotten away with unspeakable things for so long. That’s why I wanted you to see this. So you could know that whatever guilt you might end up with after all this is done, whatever wickedness you think you should be blamed for, it was all in service of doing something greater. Something truly good.”

“I hope you’re right.” Emma lowered her hand from her mouth. She thought back to Hannah, tied to her own bed. Whatever good ended up coming from any of it would always be marred by her crimes.

“I want you to keep in mind what I just said.” Aleena turned to continue down the path. “It’s important you remember the good you’re doing here.”

Behind the second window was a cell similar to the first, and another unwilling occupant. Though they didn’t stop to look, Emma couldn’t help but steal a glance at the woman within. Morbid curiosity she supposed, or that perverse darkness in her that dreamed of keeping her own private prison full of hyperticklish inmates. Another blonde, her hair casting a great mane down her back, the second inmate must have been twenty years older and nearly a foot taller than the first. She wore sweat pants and a singlet, her arms and ample chest covered in colourful tattoos. Just before reaching the third cell, Emma’s swirling mix of remorse, regrets and lust drove her to picture the captive Amazon bound and helpless, her stony expression instead replaced by a most involuntary grin.

“Some of them have been here much longer.” Stopping by the third window, Aleena’s face took on an even more forlorn expression than usual. “I am really very sorry to be the one to show you this.”

“What are you-“ Eyes fixed on her guide, the voluptuous girl stood side-on to the glass, not wanting to turn her head. She flicked her gaze quickly left, then back to Aleena, the older woman’s brow furrowing deeper. Swallowing loudly, Emma let out a trembling breath before slowly turning her head toward the cell.

Sat near the head of the bed, knees curled up to her bare breasts, was a slender fair-skinned woman with auburn hair. She wore nothing besides tight-fitting jeans, which seemed strange, but in the face of everything else her attire barely made for a footnote. Despite the two women standing outside her room looking in, the 30-something year old kept her focus on the TV, all sound muted by the glass. Emma stared for a long moment, confused by the strange familiarity of the prisoner’s profile. If her hair were longer maybe, down to the small of her back instead of her shoulders, and if she were a few years younger too, she could have easily been someone from the past. Perhaps if the captive smiled or looked remotely cheerful instead of a shell of whoever she used to be there might have been a striking resemblance to-

“Miss…Stonewood?” Emma whispered.

“I’m afraid so.” Aleena’s voice was not much louder than the shaken young woman beside her. “Some of them are here because Jai Lin simply wanted them, like Jennifer Lantree. Most of them, though, they’re here because they ran afoul of this place. Caused some offence or went against the powers that be. Sara here-“ She nodded to the destitute redhead behind the glass. “-she did just that. You’d have been neighbors, if you hadn’t escaped.”

A whimpering, shuddery breath slowly drained from Emma’s lips. Just like that the fantasy of holding other people prisoner, or being held prisoner herself, no longer felt so appealing. Faced with the bold reality of it, looking upon the result of what had once been a gleeful, vibrant young woman in Sara Stonewood, it was an altogether new degree of horror. Knowing now that she had narrowly avoided the same fate, the freckle-faced journalist stood in silent shock. Somewhere through the trees, near the far end of the garden, muffled laughter continued. Emma imagined spending the last six months in a cell, nothing but TV, books and the dread of never knowing when she would next be tickle tortured to keep her entertained.

“We have to get them out.” Stepping up to the large window, the fearful girl tapped the bottom of her fist against the glass and looked frantically around at the edges.

“Not yet.” With a tender touch the older woman’s hand cupped around Emma’s forearm and gently pulled her back. “They will be freed today. But it cannot be yet.”

“She’s been in there for years!” Emma snapped, jabbing a pointed finger toward the topless woman in the cell.

“I know.” The normally timid woman spoke with a disarming sternness. “Within the hour we will let them free. For now it is not safe.”

More confusion crossed the redhead’s already distressed face. She and Aleena had one another locked in unblinking stares. “Safe?”

“Come.” The shapely woman turned to carry on down the hellish path. “We are almost to the end.”

“I’m not sure I want to see what’s next.” Emma looked back to Miss Stonewood as she followed on.

“It’s not your fault, Emma.” Aleena approached the fourth window.

“What-“

Wendy Starr sat inside the fourth room. A block of ice formed within Emma’s chest and dripped freezing droplets into her stomach. Guilt was no longer a strong enough word. Opening her mouth slowly, the shapely young woman felt tears brimming at the edges of her eyes. At a first glance Wendy looked content enough, sitting cross legged upon a cushion on the floor with a book open before her. She wore grey sweatpants, fluffy slippers and a tight white singlet. A cozy scene, were it not for the lack of freedom and being forced to endured months of routine tickle torture.

“Wendy…sh-she…she never…” Stammering uselessly, the shell-shocked journalist felt a tear roll down one cheek.

“Did anything?” The older woman finished her young companion’s sentence. “That wasn’t the way Jai Lin saw it, not that it would have mattered. Even if Wendy hadn’t talked to you I think she’d still be here. After your escape they had no chance.”

“…They?” Emma turned back toward the dark haired servant. “Oh god, Deena!” She rushed toward the fifth window.

Sure enough Deena Tripp was in the next cell, though she was not the Deena anyone would have remembered. Where the once rebellious woman once wore heavy lace up boots, leather jackets and metal-band t-shirts, she was now adorned with a perversely colourful outfit. Dancing and twirling to music that could not be heard, the pale-skinned girl tip-toed in bright ballet shoes and a frilly pink tutu. Her long legs bare, a white leotard completed the ensemble, the thin material so tight around her hourglass figure that it showed off most of her lower butt. As if there were any doubt, a pair of long pigtails in Deena’s raven-black hair confirmed her new look was not voluntary.

With one final, flamboyant pirouette, the slender prisoner spun toward the window and took a graceful bow. As she came up from the showy maneuver the green eyed girl slowly looked upon Emma until their eyes met. Stopping halfway back to standing, Deena paused, her brow slowly sinking inward. Over the course of several tense seconds the dancer’s stoic expression morphed from an emotionless glare to seething rage. Springing forward, the furious girl lunged toward the glass with such speed that her freckle-faced onlooker couldn’t help but take a couple of stumbling steps backward.

Turned to hollow thumps by the thick glass, Deena pounded the bottoms of her fists against the window. Yelling angrily in muted silence the enraged captive didn’t break eye contact as she mouthed what was definitely a string of obscenities. Another tear trickled down the redhead’s cheek as she watched her former partner in crime’s fury, the hatred in her glare cutting deep. Like a rabid animal caged, spittle painted the window near Deena’s wide open mouth, the glass fogging slightly from her hot breath. Face red and teeth bared, in that moment she was a creature of pure loathing. Emma could hardly blame her.

“So you see.” Aleena placed that same caring touch on the curly haired girl’s shoulder. “If we were to let them out now, with you here, things would not go well.”

“I...I’m sorry.” Was all the frightened girl could manage as she was slowly guided away.

“One more stop.” The voluptuous Pakistani woman took Emma’s hand and lead her further down the cobbled path.

Rattled to her core by all she’d just seen, the overwhelmed girl passed the sixth and final window without looking in. As they neared the last stretch of their narrow path the dense, high-grown plant life fell away. Turning to knee high flower bushes and other assorted small greenery, a wide open space made up the remainder of Jai Lin’s secret rooftop garden. Without the taller plants between them the muffled laughter suddenly became significantly louder. Looking up from her shoes, Emma followed the desperate sounds across a sea of flowerbeds to the helpless, tormented source.

A few feet in front of the furthest wall, otherwise blank save for a single small doorway, were two large wooden chairs. Each chair was fixed to the ground amongst the soft grass underneath, heavy wooden frames mercilessly unmoving. Lined with leather cushion, each chair had a back that rose up much higher than necessary. The seats were similarly elongated, stretching out far enough for even a considerably tall person to stretch their legs without having their shoes hang off the ends. Unfortunately for the identical occupants of each chair, neither of them were wearing shoes.

Held in place by cuffs around their wrists, two completely naked blonde women sat with their arms bound high above their heads. Impossible to tell apart, the pair of Barbie-like twenty-somethings both shook their heads madly, faces contorting in ticklish agony. Their screaming laughter stifled by thick red ball gags, the well-toned sisters bounced and struggled helplessly, their large bare breasts jiggling in the open. As they fought for freedom to no avail, Emma’s eyes leered over their long kicking legs to the cause of their woeful predicament.

At the end of each chair the twins’ feet were strapped firmly in place. Where one could usually count on sacrificing one sole to protect the other, the two nude sisters couldn’t move either foot even the tiniest amount. In a stroke of cruelty that Emma hadn’t considered even in her darkest imaginings, all ten of each girls’ toes were tied back with a short length of severely thin string. Their toes forcibly spread, neither of the hysterical blondes could do so much as wriggle their ankles while their taut, creamy soles were endlessly tickled.

Sat upon a small stool between the two wailing girls was another young blonde woman. Unlike her more statuesque victims, the comely looking tormentor had a much curvier figure and shorter stature. Accentuating her voluptuous features, the bosomy girl wore the same tight-white catsuit common among Jai Lin’s harem. With her back to the wider garden, the shapely girl appeared blissfully unaware of anything but the cruel task at hand as she continued running five fingers each over the spasming sisters’ vulnerable feet.

“A-hem.” Aleena pretended to clear her throat as she veered from the cobbled path onto the grass. The buxom sadist didn’t respond, utterly fixated on scribbling her digits between the twins’ painfully ticklish toes. Emma could hardly blame her. “A-hem!”

“Wha…?” Turning to look back over one shoulder, the youthful torturer’s round cheeks made for a kindly visage. With a single blue streak in her locks that dangled at one side of what could have easily been mistaken for a sweet-natured face, her whole demeanor stood in stark contrast to the terror of her actions. “Oh Aleena!” Looking passed the former slave to the redhead behind, she didn’t once slow the dancing of her fingertips. “Have you bought me another pet?”

“Not today, Romey.” The older woman frowned. “It’s over. You need to come with us.”

“Over?” Romey smiled like the quintessential girl next door. In the same moment she raked five fingernails down one of the sisters’ arches, a move that made the poor girl’s eyes bug out and screech in a deafening pitch. “You’re not replacing me. I’ve been doing a good job, Jai Lin said so herself.”

“No one’s replacing you, Romey.” Aleena strode across the last few feet between them and snatched the blonde’s hand away from the squealing sister’s soles. “It’s over, all of it. We’re done, Jai Lin, Sam Lucas, The Garden, this whole place.”

“What are you talking about?” Finally stopping her assault on the remaining twin, the busty girl pulled her hand from the freed-woman’s grip and stood up. “Haven’t you had a hard enough time lately, now you want to pull this nonsense? You’re going to end up here with me if you’re not careful, Aleena.”

“She’s not lying.” Emma moved forward, trying her best to ignore the gasping sisters and their stiff, naked nipples. “My name is Emma Clark and six months ago I escaped this fucking place.” Romey’s wholesome features wavered toward a look of somewhat curious concern. If nothing else she recognized the redhead’s name. “I’ve come back now as I promised I would, and I’m not alone. Most of your housemates are already tied up downstairs and we have men searching for what’s left.”

Working her way around the stool that stood between them, Aleena’s voice returned to it’s usual comforting tones. “It’s best you come with us now. You don’t want the men catching you, believe me.”

“S…screw you.” The busty girl took a step back, her eyes darting uncertainly between the two women who’d interrupted her devilish fun. “Screw you both! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get up here? How much I had to go through before I got the keys to The Garden?”

“Romey, don’t be silly-“ Putting up an open palm, the older woman pressed at the air in a calming gesture. Before the recoiling blonde could be convinced to calm down a heavy, rapid beat drew all three women’s attention toward the sky. From the right side and much too close for comfort came a deathly black helicopter, it’s thunderous sound sweeping over them and blowing leaves and hair wildly about.

“What the hell?!” Emma ducked instinctively, her words lost under the booming noise as she covered her head with both hands.

As quickly as it had come the helicopter was gone, disappearing over the left side wall. Standing back to full height, the freckle-faced journalist brushed hair from her face and blinked bewilderingly. Aleena was doing much the same, pulling a stray leaf from her long dark locks. Evidently just as confused as one another, the two women looked around in a panic only to realize there were indeed now only two of them left standing.

“Romey?” The former slave looked over Emma’s shoulder. Following her gaze, the weary younger woman turned just in time to see the buxom blonde torturer slipping through the small door at the back wall. “Romey!” Too late, the door clicked shut leaving the would be capturers alone on the roof with the still-restrained twins.

“Should we go after her?” Taking a step toward the door, the hesitant redhead looked back.

“Never mind her.” Aleena’s eyes narrowed. “That helicopter…it wasn’t one of yours, was it?”

Of all the women who were captured that day, Jeong Nahng was the only one to have seen the intruders arrive. By pure chance the smallest of Jai Lin’s girls happened to have been wandering by a third floor window that overlooked the driveway when two black vans came tearing toward the mansion. While the speed of the vehicles was certainly unusual, Jeong knew that nothing ever happened on the mansion grounds without her mistress’ say so. Had the tiny Korean girl known the apocalyptic events that were about to follow she would have run for help immediately. Instead, to her eternal shame, she carried on wandering toward the gym.

Few girls used the gym, mostly because they all feared running into their fellow housemates. It was one advantage of going in there, though there were never any guarantees one would be left alone. For the most part however, it worked, and the petit twenty-two year old was able to maintain her flat tummy without interruption. In fact over the course of nearly three years living there Jeong had only ever had trouble in the gym this past year or so, ever since Nora and Aubrey came on to the scene.

Though she stood a tiny 4’10ft, the dark haired girl had learned to handle herself reasonably well against many of the other mansion residents. She would still usually end up crumbling in a fit of pleading laughter against the likes of Ana or Tanya, but when it came to someone like Dee or even Romey prior to her promotion, Jeong always managed to get the upper hand. Despite her size, it was only when she was outnumbered that the bosomy millionaire’s daughter knew for absolute certain there was zero chance of coming out on top. With their natural alliance, the twins gave all the girls a run for their money, though Jeong found them especially troubling. As sisters, the pair of identical Amazons reminded the diminutive girl far too much of her own elder siblings.

Wandering into the gym, Jeong surveyed the large room before venturing too far in. Floor-to-ceiling windows made up most of the back wall, the view nothing but an endless expanse of neatly trimmed grass and blue sky. From the treadmills to the yoga mats and all the state of the art equipment in between there was no one else around. Perfect, the well-toned girl thought as she ventured toward her first exercise of the day.

As she walked across the soft mats, the nubile young woman held her water bottle in one hand while unzipping her grey hoodie with the other. Jeong had found it was always a good idea to wear less inviting attire over top of her gym clothes. The standard catsuit she and the other girls usually had to sport around the mansion left little of their bodies to the imagination. Between her form-fitting black short-shorts and sleeveless neon pink top that showed of her entire midriff, her gym clothes were even worse. Not a one of Jai Lin’s girls could resist such a revealing ensemble, the only advantage was that a trip to the gym meant she could wear her running shoes instead of the standard fluffy slippers.

Leaving her hoodie draped over a workbench, the slender heiress took a few more steps and placed her bottle down beside one of the more complex pieces of machinery. A large contraption of assorted wires, weights and levers, one could work a wide variety of muscle groups all from a comfortably seated position. Settling her curvaceous behind onto the cushion, Jeong spread her knees passed the leg-levers on the front of the bench and nestled herself back against the upright seatback. With her knees apart she could just manage to get her shoes on the floor. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she reached upward and took hold of the two handles high overhead, her silky smooth underarms stretching taut as she secured her grip.

“Hello?” A deep man’s voice came from over by the door. He was a towering fellow dressed in all black, and judging by the broad shape of his shoulders looked like a frequent visitor to gyms himself. A single thick braid of hair hung most of the way down his back and though his size and numerous arm tattoos made for an imposing sight, the unfamiliar guest did have a kindness to his eyes.

“Hi?” Jeong lowered her arms slowly. “Are you looking for someone?”

“Inspection.” He said bluntly and strolled toward the center of the room, head on a constant swivel as he looked all around.

“Um…” Staying seated, it took the perplexed girl a few seconds to recall the two vans she had seen pulling up outside just a few short minutes before. “Oh! Are you looking at the pipes or something?” It didn’t seem much of a stretch that it might take at least two plumbers to inspect the building’s waterworks.

“Or something.” The big man stopped and squinted thoughtfully toward the window. Slowly he turned his head, narrowed eyes zeroing in on the much smaller girl. “You here by yourself?”

“Uh, in the gym, yes? I can leave if you need me to.”

“No. Actually, if you wouldn’t mind-“ Turning his Herculean frame toward the lone girl, the tattooed fellow’s stoic mood turned a little more friendly. “Maybe you can help me out?”

“Mm, sure…?” Jeong shrugged a little. “Didn’t I see you pull up with some other guys though?”

“Ah they’re working somewhere else.” He started toward the scantily glad young woman, eyes constantly searching about the room. “I gotta check all this stuff, you see?” Waving a finger, the advancing guest pointed broadly at the weights and machines. “If you help me I can get through this quicker and get out of your hair.”

Halting just a couple of feet from her, Jeong had to crane her neck back to meet the strapping man’s eye. Now that he was within touching distance and she could examine him in more detail, the hulking fellow appeared a good bit larger than she’d first thought. Bulging biceps, strong jaw, killer cheekbones, whatever his job was the busty rich girl suddenly felt very eager to assist him in anyway she could. Aside from Samuel Lucas, who was best avoided, the mansion didn’t get a lot of handsome male visitors.

“What do you need me to do?” Leaning forward slightly to accentuate her already ballooning cleavage, the would-be seductress made her best puppy-dog eyes to look up at her new friend.

“Chev.” A gorgeous grin crossed the man’s chiseled features as he extended an open hand.

“Jeong.” She took the sinewy visitor’s great paw and could feel his immense strength as her tiny hand almost disappeared inside of his.

“Well Jeong-“ Chev pointed to the foam covered handles high above her head. “If you can just reach back up there like you were before, I can take some measurements.”

“Sure.” Looking up to the handles, the brown-eyed girl brushed a strand of hair back behind one ear. Normally exposing one’s underarms within the mansion walls would be the kind of mistake only new girls would make, and they only ever made it once. Fortunately none of the other mansion residents were around and in that moment Jeong had a rather cheeky urge to do as she was told.

“Alright, just keep still there.” Stepping around to the right side of her, the long haired man reached into his back pocket. Whatever he pulled out was obscured slightly by Jeong’s arm being stretched up beside her head, blocking most of her vision on that side.

Moving with surprising swiftness, the hunky fellow quickly looped a small length of thin black rope around the vertical bar between each handle. Before the petit girl had even looked up the rope was already spun around her right wrist. Only then, with the unexpected feeling of soft material against her delicate skin, did the mildly confused girl think to check what Chev was doing. Staring at her own hands for a second it was far too late to do anything about it as the big man synched the rope tight, securing one hand firmly above her head.

“Hey!” Jeong dropped her left arm down, the right remaining up high. “What are you doing?!” She tugged at her right arm only to watch in perplexed fright as the duplicitous intruder expertly twirled a knot in place. “Don’t do that!”

“Put your other arm back up.” Chev’s brief bout of friendliness had returned to the same stoic demeanor he’d had when he first walked in.

“No! Let me go!” Reaching up for the knot with her free hand, an anxious whirl twisted through the slender girl’s stomach as she fumbled to untie the rope. Just as her little fingers brushed the skillfully tied restraint, her muscular capturer darted a single fingertip directly into the center of her left underarm. “Eiiie!” She snatched her arm back down and curled it tight against herself. “Don’t do that!”

Bringing himself down to one knee, the imposing Adonis of a man still stood taller than Jeong in her seated position. “Do you understand the situation?”

“I’m not letting you tie me up!”

“You’re already tied up.”

“Well then untie me!” Trying to muster some anger from her trapped and cowering position felt rather difficult, so instead the vulnerable young woman opted for threats. “Do you have any idea who owns this place? What they’ll do to you if you touch me again? Do the names Jai Lin and Sam Lucas mean anything to you?”

Crooking one corner of his mouth, Chev tilted his head to one side. “Alright then.” He said and bought both hands up, ten fingers wiggling wildly.

“Aiieeheehee! Nono!” Fingers digging into her bare tummy and right side, the squealing girl leaned as far left as she could. Stopped by her one tied limb, the fitful captive slapped at her attacker’s offending digits with her free hand, feet stomping uselessly as she giggled. “Get off me! Eeiiieheehee! Stop it! Ohnonoeeheehehe!”

Twisting and jerking at her bound arm, Jeong tried everything from an awkward backward one-foot kick to prying at the giant’s individual fingers. At her strongest the tiny woman wouldn’t have been able to pull a single one of Chev’s poking digits away, and even if she could there were still nine more to worry about. Huge as his hands were the hulking beast was able to easily clutch at the terribly ticklish girl’s entire flexing abdomen, kneading all five fingers deep into tender flesh. Meanwhile his left hand squeezed brutishly at Jeong’s recoiling side like an immovable claw, her girlish laughter increasing with every terrible second.

Knowing she couldn’t pry the strapping man’s hands off and very much short on options, the panicked girl hoped she could at least create some distance. Naturally, had she been in a right state of mind the struggling captive would have known the only way out was to untie Chev’s knot, but that was a feat far easier said than done. Instead, what Jeong did was bring her right leg up and plant her shoe flat on the seat. The intent was to spring off and jump both legs down to the left side, and it would have worked if one of her attacker’s bold fingers hadn’t wormed it’s way up behind her knee.

“Yeeheiie!” The feverishly sensitive girl stomped her leg back down to it’s original position.

“Okay.” The burly man folded his arms across his steely chest. “You have a chance to free yourself.”

Hugging her midriff with her one free arm, Jeong furrowed her brow as she tried to gauge the chiseled intruder’s sincerity. “You won’t let me.” She said suspiciously, and a little breathless.

“I won’t stop you from untying yourself.”

“You’ll tickle me.”

“Maybe.” Chev nodded slightly. “If you don’t try, I’ll tickle you for sure.”

“Why are you doing this?” Keeping her arm firm around herself, the paranoid girl knew there was no way she was going to get loose. After a lifetime living with her sisters and three years under Jai Lin’s roof, Jeong could tell a rigged game when she saw one. A merciless tickler in her own right, it wasn’t as if the tiny young woman hadn’t toyed with her fair share of hapless victims in her time. The only option then was to find out more information, and it didn’t hurt that any conversation was better than being tickled.

“Same reason you do it.” One eyebrow raised, the muscular fellow’s answer was far and away from what Jeong wanted to hear. First of all it was too damned short, and if he was right and his reasons were the same as her’s, the hyperticklish girl was in a great deal more trouble than she’d first thought.

“I mean why are you here?”

“Go for the knot, or don’t.” Chev’s delivery sounded almost militaristic in how stern it was. There was no prolonged discussion to be had here, whatever the man’s motives he clearly had no desire for chattiness.

“If I get free you’ll let me go?”

“I didn’t say that.” The strapping man shook his head. “But you’ll have a chance.”

Darting her eyes upward, the nervous girl looked back to her attacker just as fast. The moment she reached up he was bound to tickle her. There was no way Jeong would be able to concentrate on undoing the knot, let alone keep her arm up long enough do it. Heck, even if a miracle happened and she found the willpower to untie herself she would still have to get out of Chev’s reach. Maybe she could outrun him, but the desperately ticklish girl knew from experience that having someone chase her with tickling on their mind was still enough to make her laugh like crazy. For as often as Jeong’s siblings tickled her, there were times the three of them would do nothing more than dance around, wiggling their fingers with their little sister giggling helpless yet untouched in the middle of their mad circle.

Slowing removing her hand from around her slender side, the untrusting young woman gingerly began to raise her left arm. Keeping her eyes locked nervously on the kneeling man, the partially bound captive’s sense of vulnerability increased with every hesitant inch. Only when her free hand was within a couple of short inches of the rope did Jeong risk a lightning fast glance above, only to note the exact position of the knot. Finally, after what was a tension filled and painstaking journey up there, the buxom girl’s fingers felt blindly around the rope. Not for a moment was it safe to take her eyes of Chev’s statue-like face as she searched for anything that might feel like it could be tugged loose. After a few unsuccessful seconds, the beastly man slid one of his arms away from his chest and wiggled five fingers in the open air.

“No-no!” Jeong squeaked, fighting the urge to snap her arm back down. Speeding up her efforts, the distressed girl tensed her abdomen as she watched the man’s dancing digits come closer. “I’m doing it! I’m doing it!”

“Not fast enough.”

Sliding as far to the left as she could, the wide-eyed captive hadn’t even begun to make progress. With Chev’s teasing digits advancing more and more, now less than six inches from her taut underarm, the almost defenseless girl felt the all too familiar bubble of laughter come up in her chest. If the uninvited trespasser were anything like her, as he claimed, the moment a victim started giggling was the moment all was lost for them. Jeong enjoyed few things more than those first moments when a hopelessly ticklish person would try so fruitlessly to suppress their growing, involuntary mirth. It was, she did not usually mind admitting, something that turned the rebellious heiress on to a rather steamy degree. Sadly for her, as a hopelessly ticklish person herself, being on the receiving end of such cruelty also happened to light the fires of her lust even more so.

“Don’t! Don’t!” Jeong stared down at her unprotected underarm, those crawling five fingertips just two short inches away. “Eeeiheehe! Eieehee!” Schoolgirl giggles squeaked from the tiny woman’s full lips without any contact having yet been made. Knowing the tattooed man’s hands would be on her in seconds was a torture unto itself, the horrid anticipation causing her to squirm. “Nono! Ehehe! Don’tdon’t!”

Unable to stand the idea of fingers spidering around her hollow any longer, the desperate captive gave up on untying herself. Slapping her free hand firmly over her underarm, Jeong narrowly avoided the silky and dreadfully sensitive skin being touched. Bracing to be tickled somewhere else as a result, the surprised girl frowned quizzically when Chev folded his arms once again. That was not a move she was prepared for, and hoped that perhaps the curious man’s penchant for sadism was not quite as keen as her own.

“Try again.” The stoic man said in that same way which suggested it was very much not a request.

“I can’t!” Jeong whined, shaking her head and being sure to keep her left hand firmly planted over her right underarm. “I can’t do it, you’ll just tickle me!”

“Told you-” Broad shoulders rising in a careless shrug, the sinewy fellow paused to look his prisoner’s tiny body up and down. “I’ll tickle you anyway.”

“You-you know I’m not the only one here.” Looking to the door, suddenly the thought of having another of the mansion’s residents happen by was no longer so awful. “I’ll call for help.” With the idea giving the restrained girl a newly found defiant streak, she even loosened the grip around her underarm a little. “They’ll come running, they will! And you better hope the police get to you before Sam Lucas does!”

“Okay.” Chev nodded, clearly unfazed by the threat. “Just remember, if I’m not worried about making you laugh what makes you think I care if you call for help?”

That sunk the insolent young woman’s brow a little more. Huffing a couple of sharp breaths, the desperately hopeful girl shot her eyes to the door again, back to her attacker and again back to the door. There wasn’t anything to lose. “Help! Help someone!” She hollered out toward the hall. “Help please! There’s a man here, I don’t know who he is! Heeeeelp!”

Stopping to catch her breath, Jeong watched the door with an expectant glare. Just one person was all she’d need to hear her, one single savior to pop their head around the corner and notice her plight. Once Jai Lin found out she’d be furious, and once Sam Lucas learned a strange man broke in there’d be no telling what might happen. Nothing good as far as Chev was concerned, that was for sure. Too bad, the busty girl thought, he should never have tried to mess with her.

“Do that again-“ The huge man leaned his head forward a little and looked up from under his intimidating brow. “And I’ll stuff a sock in your mouth.”

“Just-just untie me, okay?” Without help, conversation or breaking free there remained only one last bit of bargaining Jeong could think of. “I can make you feel real good, I promise…”

“I’m a happy man.” Chev said without a hint of irony as his expression remained severely plain. Tilting his head back, the imposing brute looked up to the rope. “Try. Again.”

“Please…no?” Manners. The last, last attempt at mercy by the truly damned.

If he blinked at all, Jeong didn’t notice. The man’s face was eerily still, his lips straight, a concrete stare that offered no suggestion he was willing to be reasoned with. Get tickled now or get tickled in a moment, it was no choice at all, and the longer she sat there the more vulnerable she felt. Chev’s leering eyes upon her, no way to know what sinister thoughts may be behind them, the flustered girl’s own imagination began to run wild. At his size, breaching 200lbs or so, he easily weighed over twice what Jeong did. The thought terrified her, he could do anything he wanted and there was naught she could do about it. Tragically, the prospect of her own ticklish demise also caused the bosomy girl to blush, and her nipples to start poking at the thin material of her top.

Resigning herself to the fact that if she didn’t do as she was told the strapping man would likely tickle her more than he would otherwise, the tiny young captive nervously raised her arm. Certain those large hands would clutch at her torso at any second, Jeong whimpered quietly as she inched her arm higher and higher. Keeping her eyes locked on Chev, the dark haired girl split part of her focus to the door, still hoping someone might happen along to save the day. Finally both slack ends of the rope dangled around her nimble fingers, and the almost powerless girl prayed one of them would set her free.

“Nff!” Jeong took a grip and pulled down forcefully on the longest piece, only for it to snap taut. “No!” She squawked when the big man’s expression turned to one of mock sadness, her free hand clumsily reaching around for the other end of rope.

“That’s the one.” The beastly fellow’s tree trunk arms unfolded just as his captive managed to snag the smaller length. “Better pull hard.” His fingers began to wiggle as a wry smirk crossed his lips.

“Nono wait!” Tugging wildly at the rope, the rosy cheeked girl looked desperately back and forth to the stubborn bondage above and the ten fingers dancing in the air toward her. Yanking sharply at her restraint, the busty girl’s ballooning cleavage jiggled as she bounced in place. “Come on you stupid thinnnng!” She strained, pulling with all her diminutive might as the involuntary urge to giggle once again threatened to unravel her efforts. “Nono! No please!”

Jeong jerked the short length of rope, once, twice, three times, all the while staring down at the burly man’s teasing fingers. Hovering his left hand near her stretched right underarm, Chev’s other hand reached around to her left. She could have bought at least one arm down but that wouldn’t save her, the only hope was to get free. Wide-eyed, the increasingly aroused girl couldn’t help but take note of her unruly nipples which were now poking clearly through her tight workout wear. Pull and pull, it was all Jeong could do, even as she pursed her lips to stifle a new round of girlish squeaks.

“MmMmMnnn!” Shaking to free herself, shaking to suppress her growing laughter, the whole several second ordeal was maddening as the older man hadn’t even touched her yet. “Eiieheehee!” Agitated giggles slipped free as the panicking girl pushed herself backward as far into the seat as possible. “Don’t! Eheheiee! Don’tdoit! Eieehehe!” Fear becoming too much for her, Jeong could hold out no longer and slapped her free hand down at both the smirking man’s arms. Predictably, Chev’s response was to waste no time turning his big hands into claw-shapes and wrapping them immediately around the fitful girl’s exposed midriff.

Squealing loudly, the tiny girl did her best to double over, her one tied hand putting a stop to going very far at all. Thick thumbs drilling into the center of her abdomen, the helpless captive was at a loss for where to focus first. Four fingers poked and prodded deep into both Jeong’s convulsing sides, laughter pouring out of her. Grabbing madly at one digit, the struggling young woman pulled it back, losing grip less than a second later. Pleading as she laughed, the trapped girl swung her right foot backward, out to the side, any direction that might land a decent kick against Chev’s legs, and she missed every time. Almost ten seconds in and the best she could do was pull both legs up, her thick thighs pressing against her attacker’s forearm.

“Stopahahaha!” Jeong struggled, unable to curl up completely, tiny white shoes kicking against the edge of the bench.

“You can still untie yourself.” Came the brawny man’s deep voice, but the broadly grinning girl was hardly paying attention to his commentary.

Frantically reaching from one of the intruder’s cruel hands to the other, the terribly ticklish girl didn’t know what to do with herself. Long straight hair that had previously hung neatly behind her head was now whipping everywhere, her cheeks turning pinker by the moment. The very thing she’d tried to avoid now come true, Jeong could feel her loins begin to tingle in most traitorous fashion. It was an alarming side effect for the hypersensitive girl and one she’d suffered through for a few years now. Luckily unwanted arousal wasn’t something that flared up when at the mercy of her sisters. Anyone else however, even a complete stranger, never had to tickle the spasming girl much for her to have a most perverse reaction.

“Aeiiihahaha! Ahnono!” Twisting furiously, any freedom would have been good, even just getting her legs to the other side of the bench. Try as she might, every time the outmatched girl tried to spin away, Chev’s much stronger hands would easily keep her seated. Breaking free from the muscular man’s grip was no less challenging than getting out of the rope, and he didn’t seem the type to tire easily either. “Stop it! Eeeehahaha!”

“Alright.” Sliding his arm out from between her legs and tummy, the stern faced trespasser rested both arms over his one raised knee. “Are you going to untie yourself now?”

“N-no….wait…just give me second.” Jeong huffed, pulling her legs back so she could curl into as much of a ball as possible. Unfortunately with her knees pressed against her chest it caused the buxom girl’s bulbous cleavage to balloon even more than it already was, a fact the man beside her undoubtedly noticed.

“Have it your way.” Without any warning whatsoever both huge hands came up in flash and pinched viciously around both of the tied girl’s bare knees.

“Niiieeeyiieee!” Slamming her feet to the floor, the shocked young woman arched her back. Before she could even reach out to try at a defense, all ten of the sinewy fellows fingers came spidering over the tops of her nearly naked thighs. “Aiieheeheehee!” Jeong giggled loudly, dancing her hips as she launched a series of weak slaps against her attacker’s wandering hands.

Rapidly stomping her shoes, the uncomfortably horny girl’s small hand chased Chev’s paws as they sped from her knees to her hips and back. A sudden squeeze against one knee sent the bewildered girl squealing, his other hand free to scribble up onto her tummy. Snapping her hand over to protect her midriff, Jeong balked again when her other knee received a boisterous pinch. Reaching for her knee left her tummy unprotected, and the tattooed demon took full advantage. From legs to abdomen, pinching, squeezing, there was no way for the laughing prisoner to defend against it all at once.

“Please! Eeeieheihee! Pleasepleaseaaahaha!” Jeong reached and slapped and grabbed, kicked and bounced, her nipples rigid through the neon pink top.

“Reach for the rope.” The big man dug his thumbs through the thin material of the helpless girl’s shorts, right into the soft spots just inside her hipbones.

“Aaaaahahaiieeee!” Curling her legs back up, the red-faced captive trapped Chev’s thumbs between her thighs and hips. “Okay! Okaaaaheeyeeyy!” Her hand halfway to the rope, the conflicted young woman’s arm wavered wildly in midair, torn between defending her deathly ticklish hips or fumbling useless at the unbreakable bondage. “Stopstop! Aeeiiieehaha! Ican’tIcahahan’t!”

“Alright.” Standing up quickly, the huge man engulfed the breathless girl’s slender wrist in his hand, pulling her free arm up with him.

“Ah!” Jeong gasped as her hand was pinned by the other one before she’d even realized the tickling was over. Looking up, her jaw dropped to see the muscular man now spinning the longest end of slack rope around both her dainty wrists. “No! Nono!”

“I gave you lots of chances.” Synching the soft rope tight, the handsome and unfortunately sadistic man secured the younger woman’s arms high over her head.

“Aw please no! Please! Don’t do this!”

“I’m kind of surprised though-“ Ignoring his captive’s pleas, the brawny man took a step back as if to properly examine his work. “If you were just about to workout, how come you couldn’t pull the weight?”

“Wh-what?” Jeong stammered, her thoughts leaning more toward how awfully defenseless she now was. And, more so, what the giant beside her intended to do with her impish little body.

“You didn’t set the weights?” Wandering around the back of the machine, having the burly fellow stroll out of sight sent a anxious shiver up the undersides of the trapped girl’s biceps. “Everything we just did and you didn’t pull your arm down once. If you could life the weight-“

“I don’t know!” The blushing girl snapped, hardly seeing what her workout routine had to do with anything. Correcting herself a little, it occurred once more that if they were spending time talking they weren’t spending time making her beg. “I just…no one else really comes in here, the weights are always set for me.”

“Hm.” Chev was moving around back there, and though Jeong looked back over her shoulder she couldn’t see much through the various pullies, wires and supports. “Looks like someone else was playing with your toys. Here-“ There was a familiar clink of metal on metal. “Try this.”

“I-“ Hesitating, the confused girl watched as the lumbering man walk back around to the front of the machine. “What do you…what do you want me to do?”

“Lift the weight.” The Herculean man said as if it were obvious. “I set it lighter.”

“I don’t…” Jeong began, breathing heavily through her nose as she tried to understand what exactly the game was. Looking up at Chev’s unmoving features, she quickly realized it didn’t matter. “Okay okay.” The tiny girl relented and began flexing her arms downward, the bar she was bound to lowering slowly. “Hmnnnh…”

“Keep going. You can do it.”

“Its…too…heavy…nngghh.” Her already red face turning redder still, the straining girl’s arms trembled, elbows bending as she pulled the bar level with her forehead.

“Now-“ Chev kneeled down before the bench and bought his wiggling fingers up toward the struggling girl’s underarms. “Hold it there.”

“Nodon’tdon’t!” Tensing twice as much as she was a second before, the buxom girl dragged her shaking elbows down to her sides, the handle and her tied hands coming directly in front of her chin. “Eeeieha!” A single fingertip on each side poked at the upper most part of Jeong’s ribs, just behind each barely covered underarm. “Don’tdoahaha!”

Dancing her shoulders this way and that, the preposterously ticklish heiress could feel her arms rising. The higher her arms went the further into her silky hollows Chev would get, a powerful motivation if ever there was one. Grunting through her giggles, fingertips still wiggling against her tender flesh, Jeong fought to pull the handle back down. The trick, of course, would be keeping it there.

“Hnnggheehee!” Muscles quivering, the fitful girl’s growls turned to giggles and vice versa as she squirmed between the hunky fellow’s fingers. “Eeiieehestop! Eeiennnggh!”

“You cannot hold it forever.” Chev spoke plainly, though his words teased terribly all the same. “What’s the matter? You came here to exercise, didn’t you? Just pull the weights down.”

“Not fair! Eeeehaha!” Arms weakening, the giggling girl’s nose wrinkled with effort as the foamy covered handles slowly drew her arms higher.

“Fair?” Said the hulking man. “I’ve been nothing but fair.” His two fingertips burrowed upward, stroking swiftly between Jeong’s inner bicep and sides of her bouncing breasts.

“Eeeiiheehee! No! Nnnnno!” Rising her shapely buns from the seat, the tiny young woman slid her feet all over as she followed the unstoppable handles upward. Keeping her elbows bent, those duel fingers following, every tiny brush caused a rush of erratic laughter and spluttering pleas.

An unsatisfying clank sounded throughout the large gym, one weight hitting another as the handlebar stopped. Sadly for Jeong and her short stature, this left her elbows just slightly higher than her shoulders. Underarms now exposed, the cruel man before her quickly scurried all ten of his fingers into her painfully ticklish hollows. Jumping frantically in place with the seat between her thighs, the well toned girl screamed, throwing her head and long hair all over. A wide open smile across her face, both libido and the burly intruder’s fingers were now equally impossible to fend off.

“You were doing so well.” Chev’s fingers frolicked along the bottoms of his hopping prisoner’s arms, speedy digits racing back into the center of her hollows. “You fought hard. You should be proud.”

“Eeiieheeie! Stohahap! Eeeeihaha!” Pride was the last thing on the busty girl’s mind, ever-mounting dread and an uncooperative pulsing between her thighs had taken top priority. Fully aware that her sinewy tormentor was staring directly at her jiggling bosoms, there was no way he hadn’t noticed her appallingly stiff nipples. Worse still was that it would only be a matter of time before that unruly sense of lust showed itself against the very revealing front side of her short-shorts.

“I’d make a good trainer, huh?”

“Ahh!” Jeong slumped back down as the huge man took a step back. Her arms forcibly held up either side of her head, the frazzled girl panted quickly. Seated again, the breathless prisoner tried to gather her bearings, flinching suspiciously as she watched Chev stroll nonchalantly around to the back of the complex contraption. “Wh-what are you doing now?!”

“I’m going to tickle you more.”

“Oh god, nonono! Nono!” Turning her head from one side to the next, the squirming young woman had no idea where the next attack would come from. Twisting her torso as much as possible, the petite girl could just make out the looming man kneeling right behind the machine, his deceptively kind eyes looking through the wires and metal. Without much effort at all he reached both steely arms around the metal supports, his great paws appearing either side of Jeong’s ribs. “No don’t! Not again!” She arched her back, scootching as far forward on the seat as her tied arms would allow.

Fingertips grazed her back and the straining girl squeaked. Chev could easily grab her, there was no way she’d moved far enough and his arms were considerably long. With hands as big as his they could easily wrap around the tiny girl’s entire ribcage, a harrowing thought that kept her pulling away. Lifting both legs off the floor, Jeong put the backs of her knees over the foam covered rollers at the front of the seat and pulled hard. More devilish digits crept along the bottom of her top, skirting across the thin material and exposed skin at the buxom girl’s lowest ribs. Giggling helplessly, she wouldn’t be able to hold out long, but sliding backward meant careening right into the pitiless man’s arms.

“Hey! Eeieeheehee! Hey no!” Jeong glared down, finally realizing what her unwanted visitor was up to. Holding the bottom of her tight top between his thumbs and index fingers, the bold man was peeling the pink material upward. Infuriatingly the thought of being stripped only made the flustered girl giggle more, though Chev’s half dozen free fingers were piling on too. With every inch of skin exposed, the black-clad fellow wiggled his remaining digits across the newly revealed flesh. “Ahaha! Ahahastop! Stopstahahahap!

A mad grin plastered across her brightly blushing cheeks, Jeong stared down wide eyed and watched in horror. Her laughter growing louder, feeling the undersides of her huge bosoms meet the open air caused her libido to swell too. Slowly but surely the gradual ascent of her top came within a half inch of her hardened nipples, her breasts pushed up by the shirt straining to keep them at bay. Whether it was the begging young captive’s jostling or a sudden extra tug from Chev’s hands she couldn’t say, but there was no stopping it when the top sprang back and her large bare bosoms spilled into the open.

“No-no-aghnono!” Pleading profusely, the now topless girl’s words garbled as the man behind her pulled the shirt up over her face and slid it all the way up where he tangled it around her hands. “Y-you can’t do this!” If nothing else had confirmed the hulking man’s intent up to that point, robbing the petit young woman of her clothing certainly made it obvious. “Whoever you are, you’re in big trouble! The people who own this place are serious! And my father will have your head!”

“Who’s your father?” One-note as ever, the muscular devil hardly sounded concerned.

“Hyan-woo Nahng, you basta-“ Jeong began, only for the sudden shock of four fingertips digging into the squishy sides of her bosoms to make her explode with laughter instead. “Aaaeeiiieehahaha!”

Rocking left and right, the half naked girl’s quaking breasts shook, her light brown nipples poking sharply through the air. As Chev’s brutishly strong fingers clawed at her ballooning bosoms, the feverishly ticklish girl was too busy laughing and struggling to notice she was also being dragged backward. Only when her back pressed against the cushioned seat did Jeong notice where she’d been moved, just in time to look down and see the intruder’s hands cupping around the entirety of her chest.

“AIENO!” Her mouth opening to a wide O-shape, the wildly alarmed girl shrieked as she watched two wiggling fingertips stroke swiftly across the tips of her nipples. “Waaaeeheheei! Ahnodon’t! Aheeeiiiehahaaa!”

Bucking madly, there was no moving away as Chev pressed her dreadfully sensitive breasts together. With two fingers using a feathery-light touch to mercilessly tease her nipples, the other eight digits poked and prodded fiendishly into the busty girl’s supple flesh. Despite her reputation back in Korea, the truth was Jeong had a very minimal record of lovers, and those few she did have were never permitted to touch her nipples. When the rebellious rich girl said she was ticklish everywhere, not a fact she ever advertised by choice, she meant it in the most literal sense. There was not a single part of the petit girl’s nubile body that wasn’t agonizingly ticklish. As with all tickling, having her nipples caressed turned Jeong on to a spectacularly torturous degree and the effect was making her pussy quite wet indeed.

“Chev!” A new voice came from over by the door.

Freezing as if any movement would set her attacker off again, Jeong tried to slow her gasping breaths. The big man’s hands were still cupped around her bosoms, those two unstoppable fingers poised less than a half inch from her nipples. With some considerable effort the frightened girl pried her eyes away, looking up slowly toward the entrance. Somehow the bound and topless young woman doubted her latest visitor was going to save her, though it was still disappointing to be right. A muscular black man clad in similar clothing to Chev, he was a little leaner and sporting a cowboy hat. Tilting his head curiously as he walked into the room, the bearded new arrival did have a particular swagger about him.

“Mac.” The long haired man’s hands slid from his breathless prisoner’s breasts. “Come help me.” He moved around to the side of the machine-turned-bondage device. “I’m training this girl.”

“That right?” The one called Mac pushed the brim of his hat up slightly with one finger.

There were times even a person as little as Jeong felt smaller still, and with both huge men staring down at her half naked body this was easily one of those times. Shuddering as she looked up at them, wide-eyed and dreading every second of her future, the petit girl could feel her slick pussy throb with unwanted anticipation. One giant muscle man was imposing enough, impossible to defeat or avoid, two was overkill. Cruel as they were, the diminutive girl found herself wishing that if she had to be tortured by two people, she’d have definitely preferred those twins from Kentucky.

“She’s done good.” Chev gave an agreeable nod. “Tried to untie a rope. Lifted some weight.”

“Wow.” The cowboy said dryly.

“I was thinking, now that you’re here-“ The hulking man’s eyes moved to the vulnerable young woman’s tiny right shoe. “We could tickle her feet.”

“NO!” Jeong hollered, instantly tucking her legs as far under the bench as possible.

“Works for me.” Mac shrugged and stepped to the topless girl’s left.

“NOHO! NONO!” Straining her leg muscles so much they shook, the screaming prisoner whipped her head from side to side as she watched both men crouch either side of her. To her abject terror the strapping duo both reached down, fishing under the seat for her cowering little feet. “NO PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASE!” Feeling their fingers curl around her ankles, the frenzied girl tugged violently at the rope around her wrists.

Kicking furiously, legs shaking with effort, Jeong continued screaming, begging desperately as the two powerful men slowly pulled her feet outward. For all their extra strength it did seem like the intruders actually had to try, at least a little, though their success was still a forgone conclusion. Maneuvering her legs out front of the panicked girl and holding firm, Chev and Mac kneeled with their backs to her. Knees bent up and spread wide, Jeong could do nothing as the men’s steely biceps curled around her ankles, trapping both feet in the crooks of their arms.

“HELP! HEEEEELP!” The poor girl howled, yanking ferociously at the cursed rope around her wrists. There wasn’t a soul in the mansion capable of fending off two huge men, a fact that was better ignored as they started untying her laces. “NONOGODNO!”

In the turmoil of feeling her shoes loosen the distraught captive’s libido drove warm tingles up through her core. Legs held open wide, all that stood between Jeong’s sopping pussy and the two sadistic visitors were a couple of terribly thin layers of clothing. More protection than her feet had a second later as Chev and Mac worked in unison to steal both shoes away. Seeing her small white runners get tossed aside, the barely clothed girl squealed. Nestled between the burly duo’s chiseled chests and thick arms, both sock covered feet protruded just a little, toes pushed forward and wrinkling the white cotton soles. Noticing their free hands moving inward, Jeong thrashed madly.

“Tickle tickle, little lady!” Teased the wiry brute to her left.

“GYAAAAAAII! AIIIEEHAHAAA! Jeong launched off the bench, her tiny frame arching high as the two men spidered five fingers each around the bottoms of her feet.

“Ooh! That must tickle bad!” Mac scribbled his devious digits across the balls of the hysterical young woman’s foot. “Is it bad? You can tell me!”

If she could have heard him over her own shrieking laughter the violently struggling girl still couldn’t have answered. A crazed look across her face, Jeong had lost all capacity for rational thought from the first stroking fingertip across her soles. Joining her helpless laughter was the rapid clanking of heavy metal on metal as the weights behind pounded against each other. Driving her arms down a few inches in random spasms, the hopelessly ticklish Korean’s arms shot straight back up every time. Before the first sixty nightmarish seconds were up tears streamed down her beet red cheeks. Strands of long dark hair whipped against the topless girl’s bouncing bosoms, her arousal escalating through the roof and beyond.

It was not at all unprecedented for Jeong to reach climax while having her feet tickled, unbearable though it was. There’d been the incident with her father’s business associate of course, and her physical exam upon first arriving at Jai Lin’s home. Doctor Weider and that awful nurse of hers, they’d made her cum twice and never once explained why a medical check-up required feathers. Worse still when the doctor departed it was left to the nurse to perform clean up, a fact she felt the need to punish her patient for. Evidently Doctor Weider’s report on the petit new resident made it’s way to Sam Lucas, who not two days later had Jeong strapped face down and naked in a dimly lit room.

There was a difference, the teary eyed girl knew from far too much experience, between being tickled by a sadist and being tickled by someone who was simply a bully. Her sisters, merciless though they were, were merely bullies. They had no real finesse to their techniques, horrid as it was to be tickled by them, there was no craft to it. Her father’s friend, Doctor Weider and her nurse, they were sadists and skilled enough, but it was Sam Lucas who truly opened Jeong’s eyes. More monster than man, a being such as he was to be greatly feared by all who had even the mildest of ticklish bones in their bodies. After a few hellish minutes of torture at the hands of Chev and Mac, it was clear they were both a similar breed of beast.

“IIEEEEEHAHAHA!” Her ample chest heaving for breath, the petit girl produced nothing but laughter. It was a screeching, body quaking cackle reserved only for the maddened and berserk.

Digging under Jeong’s tiny toes, the barbaric pair dragged their short nails down her arches, raked over her heels and drew endless, swirling lines. Through the soft cotton of the raving girl’s socks the ten fingers slid, neither man matching the speed, pressure or position of the other. Practiced ticklers both, Chev and Mac’s individual methods were independently maddening and utterly devastating when combined. Wiggling her toes in their cotton confines was about all the movement Jeong’s feet were allowed, and even they were not safe from her attacker’s vile attentions. Stomach muscles strained, abdomen trembling, her neck stretched, arms ached and the wailing young woman was so full of tension she felt set to explode at any moment.

Combust, sadly the fuming captive did not. Something had to give, be it climax or her sanity, the disastrously sensitive girl could only take so much continuous ruin. Condemned to a body that denied Jeong any form of release, she instead suffered in an ongoing state of riotous, lung burning agony. Minute after minute the unhinged girl expected to pass out, yet wide awake she remained. For as much as she dreaded orgasm it would at least relieve some pressure, yet her arousal grew exponentially with every unavoidable second, the carnal goal always just barely out of reach. When at last the nightmare came to an end it was only to give false hope.

“EIY!” Wrenching violently to the left after a mere few seconds of not being tickled, five digits raced across the topless girl’s right sole, her body twisting as if ten thousands volts had surged through it. Collapsing back into her forced position, the wheezing girl’s bright red cheeks puffed, the curves of her soaked pussy visible through the front of her shorts. “AAIEHA!” Jeong squealed again, hurling herself to the right when the other gang of roaming fingertips danced across her left sole.

Fighting to catch her breath, the disheveled girl could scarcely manage a single good gasp. Falling back to the seat, Jeong might get a three or four second break if she were lucky before one of the men would torment her again. Bracing for the attacks did little good, there was no suppressing the sudden rush of awful ticklishness that would scurry over her soles. Time now meaningless, Chev and Mac kept their shattered tickle toy guessing, one of their fingers wiggling across her feet at random intervals. At their heartless discretion, sometimes the break would last no more than a second, and sometimes it could go for as long as ten. On one especially heart pounding pause the gap between explosive laughter was nearly forty horrifically-suspenseful seconds.

Whether they got bored or simply wanted to hear Jeong howl without interruption like before, the two intruders eventually unleashed the full wrath of their fingers once more. Thrown back into the pit of ticklish despair, the wildly laughing girl’s heart sank as she knew another break would not be coming again any time soon. Battling against her bonds with renewed desperation, her legs kicked and pulled with such force both of the brawny men’s large frames jostled. Overheard rope around her hands yanked down at the handlebar, hammering the weights at Jeong’s back. Her small ears red and eyes almost permanently aghast, sweat gleamed across the busty girl’s jiggling bare breasts as she shrieked.

“Damn, Chev!” Mac lowered the dangling girl’s leg after an atrociously long assault on her socks. “I think it’s been a while since we had a gal this ticklish!”

“Mm.” Placing her other foot to the floor, the long haired man grunted. Together the two powerhouses turned, ravenous eyes examining Jeong’s sweat soaked body.

Hanging limply, the exhausted girl’s chest rose and fell as she took deep, starved breaths. Nipples stiff upon pulsing areoles, her libido had turned every nerve ending into a self-destruct button. Feeling as if she could cum at any second, Jeong lewdly grinded her hips, quivering thighs squeezing around the sides of the workbench. Even as she panted for air the feverishly horny captive’s mouth hung in a passionate O-shape, her shorts sliding easier against the cushioned seat from her own wetness. Mindless from both lust and having to endure her own personal idea of hell, not a one of the tiny girl’s movements were made by conscious choice.

“Seems our little miss is enjoying herself!” One of the cowboy’s fingertips brushed every-so-gently across the tip of Jeong’s left nipple.

“Ah!” Her head sprung up as she shuddered, eyes closing tight.

“What do you think little lady, huh?” Mac wiggled that same finger into her fully exposed underarm.

“Eiee!” Jeong snapped right, a swell of primal pressure rising in her lowermost tummy.

“Think me and ol’ Chev here should see what you’re hiding under them pants?’

Nodding toward the unmissable wet patch between their prisoner’s thighs, the tattooed man said “Ain’t much in the way of hiding.”

“All the same.” His bearded partner hooked two fingers under the waistline of the helpless woman’s shorts. “I’d still like to see.”

“Nnnnooo…” Jeong whimpered, squirming uselessly as the two monstrous men’s fingers clutched at her last significant piece of cover. Pressing her shapely ass into the seat and gripping with her thighs, the severely weakened girl winced as her shorts and panties both were tugged downward. Over her butt and across her thighs, nothing could be done to prevent being stripped bare.

In the last little bit of indignity, Chev and Mac hoisted Jeong’s legs out straight, propping them up in a 45 degree angle in front of her. Together they easily slid her shorts and black g-string panties off over her socks, tossing the sodden clothing aside. Left in nothing but her tiny white ankle socks, the practically nude girl pulled her legs up the second they were let go, cowering in a defenseless ball before the two hulking men. Pressing her knees together, the hopeless captive’s bulbous bosoms ballooned upward against her chest making for squished, fleshy cleavage.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” Mac beamed, all toothy grin. “You’ve still got your socks.”

“Please…please…” Jeong ventured, knowing full well there was no amount of pleading that would prevent whatever they wanted to do to her. Feeling the open air against her now exposed and soaking pussy, the vulnerable young woman understood that begging only served to encourage sadists like Chev, Mac and even herself. Still instinct and the overwhelming desire to be set free compelled Jeong to try. “I…can’t…”

“Can’t? What can’t you do?” Leaning down, the cowboy took hold of her lower left leg.

“N-no.” Pressing weakly, the whimpering girl pushed her free foot against the man’s unbreakable grip. Concentrating entirely on her legs, there was no warning as Chev’s large paws suddenly took hold of her. “Aie!” The tiny prisoner yelped as she felt one great hand press against her upper back while his other cupped over her right knee. “Ah-ah! What are you doing?!”

Squirming among their inescapable grips, the petit nude girl’s plump bottom lip trembled as the two men handled her around. Spun slowly as she struggled, Jeong’s curvy bare ass slid across the seat cushion in her slick lust-puddle. Hands moved from one leg to the other, clutched at her arms, sides, all working until her helpless body faced the opposite way. Now sat looking at the back of the seat, the poor girl’s capturers took a leg each and forced her knees downward. Slid forward, her large breasts pressed into the cushioned backrest as Jeong’s feet were planted firmly back onto the floor.

Breathing heavily through flared nostrils, the bound plaything sat mounted over the workbench, her worrisome face just inches from the seatback. Not daring to look back, the fearful girl could hear as Chev and Mac shuffled around, their intensions unknown yet undoubtedly evil. From her left side came a unnerving warmth, one of the Herculean torturer’s pressing up close. As the one on Jeong’s right continued to make sounds of movement behind her, she could feel the hot breath of the other against her neck. His chest firm against one side of her back, the anxious girl tensed just before he spoke.

“You want to know what we’re going to do?” Mac’s lips brushed the back of the wincing young woman’s ear.

“Mm-mm!” Jeong cringed, pressing her ear as much as she could into her shoulder.

“We’re going to do…you!”

“…what?” Her expression contorted to confusion as the tickle-addled girl took a moment to work out the cruel man’s meaning. In the very same second it dawned her, so too did the cowboy’s ten fingers claw viciously at her unprotected ribs. “Aiiiieee! Eeeehahaha!”

Jeong thrust forward and went nowhere, her huge bosoms mashing into the backrest. Fingertips slid over each tender rib and into the soft spots between, the tied girl spasming madly as she kicked with nowhere to flee. Spreading his dastardly digits wide, Mac curled his fingers just a touch and ran his hands mercilessly up and down, goosing the bottom of her ribcage and driving all the way up to her defenseless underarms. Fingertips poked at the supple sides of her ballooning boobs and prodded down to her slender sides, girlish laughter peeling out of her.

“Stop! Aaieehahaha! Stooooahahap!” Jeong cried, forehead pounding at the cushioned seat as she rocked her head, long hair flailing all over. Backrest firmly between her wide-spread thighs, there was little the laughing prisoner could do, her bare ass jumping off the seat as her knees pushed up and sock covered feet slid clumsily across the mat below. “Iiieeehahanomore! Ahahaha!”

“You want, I can go back to your feet?” Mac teased, pinching at the muscles across the pleading girl’s lower back and making her jerk sharply forward.

“NO! Nonohoahahaha!” Fiendish fingers scribbled down toward the desperate girl’s bouncing butt cheeks, the thought of her feet being touched causing an alarming surge between her thighs.

“No? You sure?” The bearded menace danced his fingertips softly around Jeong’s tailbone as she squealed. “We can get those little socks off and have a party!”

Squeezing her thighs tight around the back of the seat, Jeong arched her back and readied for her long awaited release. Certain now was the moment of climax, the maddened girl preemptively opened her mouth wide, pussy quivering as she felt the familiar wave of primal bliss ripple through her loins. Thankfully in those same few seconds Mac’s tickling fingers pulled back, dreadfully so too did the swell of orgasm. Letting out a worn, shuddery moan, the hopeless girl fell slack, leg muscles quivering from prolonged tension. Gasping from the shock, Jeong’s only sounds were animalistic whines as she felt hard flesh press against the soft skin of her back.

Turning her head slowly with short, panicky breaths, the weary captive peered back over one shoulder as she felt a mass of carved muscle pushing up behind her. Squished further against the backrest, Jeong had nowhere to cower or move as Chev sat directly behind her. Thrusting his own hips forward, the burly man’s huge legs appeared either side of the much smaller girl, his powerful thighs fully visible and very much uncovered. As her tormentor’s state of undress dawned on the exhausted girl his enormous hands grabbed firmly around her hips.

“Aiiiyee!” Jeong squeaked as she was hoisted up onto the tattooed man’s lap, her shapely ass pressing into his pack of chiseled abs, sweat soaked breasts peeling from the seat cushion as she was pulled back. Forcing his knees between her’s, Chev pried the flinching girl’s legs open even further and as she looked down her jaw trembled at the sight of his enormous, erect cock. Curving up just beneath her dripping pussy, the monstrous man’s rock hard shaft throbbed, his bulbous cockhead gleaming. “Oh…oh god…oh no…”

“What’s the matter little lady?” Mac leaned in over the top of the seat, his toothy grin on full display as he leered down at her rigid nipples. “You don’t want Chev here givin’ you the ride of your life?”

“I-he’s…it’s too-it’s too…” The helpless girl wriggled, horrified by the idea of that massive cock trying to push it’s way inside her.

“Too what?” The cowboy made a mockery of a confused frown. “You ain’t really got a choice darlin’, but if it makes you feel better I can tickle you the whole time!”

“N-no please!” Jeong struggled as one of Chev’s brawny arms curled tight around her midriff, his other hand reaching over and taking a hold of his daunting cock. “I can’t! I can’t! He’s too big!”

“Ah, you’ll be fine!” Mac waved a hand while his Herculean partner moved their wide-eyed captive’s tiny body, positioning her pulsating pussy as he bought his slick cockhead up between her thighs. “You ain’t the first gal given pause by my buddy’s python, is she Chev?”

“No! No please!” Straining to pull up with her arms, avoiding the huge man’s advancing erection was made all the more difficult by the begging girl’s feet dangling far from the floor. “I’ll-I’ll suck! I’ll suck you both!” She glared down and took a deep, wheezing breath when the tip of the long haired man’s cock began pressing against her labia, her sopping lips starting to part. “A-Anything! Fuck my tits! Nnggghpleaaase!”

Bottom lip folding inward, a thick vein protruded from Jeong’s forehead as Chev’s slick cockhead pushed slowly into her. Rolling back her eyes, the petit girl’s toes curled to the point of pain, her fingers gripping for dear life at the metal bar between her hands. Tensing her abdomen rigid, hoarse squeaks were the only sound the otherwise silent tickle-toy made. Lowered further onto the beastly man’s shaft, Jeong fell completely quiet, her tiny body shaking as Chev’s massive cock drove deeper and deeper. Finally at the point where their position would allow no more, the almost-impaled girl couldn’t imagine taking his full length.

“There! That weren’t so bad, was it?” Mac reached between the seat and the bewildered girl and gave her right nipple a quick pinch.

“Awhhnn!” Jeong moaned, her tongue poking out just over her lip.

“That’s the spirit!”

“…uh…hh…hhnn…” Attempting to speak, to beg or to bargain, nothing came from the nude girl’s mouth save for a series of incoherent mutterings.

“Well Chev-“ Looking at his wrist as if he were wearing a watch, the bearded cowboy gave a firm nod to his friend. “I’d say that’s about tickle time!”

“N-nuh…no.” Jeong managed to whisper right before the great wall of steely muscle behind her thrust upward. “AH-HIIINGHN!” She wailed, tongue dropping out one side of her mouth as her large bosoms bounced.

Sliding his hands around to her hips, Chev held the petit prisoner in place. Raising and lowering his forearms, the stoic brute easily lifted and lowered the girl’s tiny body, her tight pussy pumping around his shaft, steamy, soft warmth engulfing most of his cock. Moaning loudly, Jeong rode the devilish man with a mindless expression across her bright red face, no idea that Mac had crept around to the back of the machine. With a metallic ding that definitely went unheard by the huskily gasping girl, the swaggering man sneakily removed the contraption’s small silver pin and reinserted it much lower. Now unable to pull her arms down even the tiniest bit from all the extra weight, the hopelessly fucked girl couldn’t even try to resist as her cowboy assailant reached around and frolicked all ten fingers across her underarms.

“EEEIE! UH! UH! EEIEIEAHA! UHN!” Jeong shrieked, her shrill laughter cut short as Chev pounded inside her.

Thrashing wildly, the torn young woman’s face contorted between primal pleasure and broadly grinning torment. Shut tight as she screamed, Jeong’s eyes burst open again, rolling back as she moaned. Her huge bosoms jiggling up and down, the poor girl’s shattered mind didn’t know whether to beg for more or for mercy. Mac’s swiftly sweeping fingertips had no intention of helping make the decision as they scurried down to her nipples, feathering cruelly around her puffy areoles. Squealing out of her mind, the bound girl kicked fruitlessly, her need to climax constantly both driven back and somehow increased by wiggling fingers.

“You ain’t about to cum, are ya?” Mac clawed down the crazed girl’s sides, drilling his thumbs into her convulsing midriff.

“AAIIIEEHAHAHA! UH! UHH! EEEEIHAHA!” Jeong howled, fighting to curl over, her tummy stretched tight as breath forced back into her lungs and drained out even faster.

“Oh don’t you cum now!” The cowboy pinched at her ribs. “You cum and I swear we’ll take them socks off!”

“EEEIIAHAHA! I’MGON-I’MGONAHAHAHA!”

“You don’t want us ticklin’ ya after ya cum, trust me!” Mac’s fingertips spidered along the slippery undersides of the deranged girl’s breasts before finding her severely stiff nipples once again.

“PLEEAHAHA! NOO-UHHGNN!” Jeong snapped backward, twisting to keep her unforgivingly sensitive nipples away from the man’s hands, but it was too late. Throwing her head back against Chev’s brawny chest, the tiny girl bellowed as a body-quaking orgasm ripped all throughout her well-toned body.

As the loudly moaning girl’s pussy squeezed and pulsed she felt Chev’s huge cock throb inside her, the man’s grip intensifying. His approving groans rumbled through her naked body as Jeong’s climax quadrupled in a sudden burst of ecstasy. Waves of tingles raced from her lower stomach, up her chest, arms and to the tips of her fingers. Spurring on her thunderous cries were Mac’s pitiless fingers, inescapable as they continued to pinch and dance around her vulnerable breasts. What should have been one a most rewarding orgasm was impossible to fully enjoy due to the cowboy’s relentless fondling, a distraction that became worse Chev’s fingers joined the fray.

In the very same moment the long haired man began to cum, his eight terrible fingertips dug viciously into Jeong’s lower tummy. Jerking her hips furiously, the petit girl screeched as both men tickled her, Chev’s hot cum filling her pussy and propelling her right into a second tsunami-force climax. Frenzied by the digits that used her flesh for their own impish amusements, the conquered young woman’s ecstasy and tortured nerves went into all out battle over which should be felt more. Neither of the two mammoth forces would give an inch, their poor host caught in the middle and feeling every single conflicting attack. Which of the men drilled a fingertip into her navel Jeong never did find out, the shock making for a decisive blow in the war for her sanity. The excruciating tickling taking hold, Jeong’s moans lessoned even as she laughed maniacally into a third unbearable orgasm.

In more level-headed times the former student of Seoul’s top private school could have explained with impressive articulation how her overwhelming ticklishness would always come out on top. As intense and all-consuming as her orgasms were, for as much of a noble fight as they put up, no sensation could ever dominate Jeong as much as being tickled. No matter how pleasant, how much she willed it to be otherwise, the victory of terrible, teasing fingers was never truly in doubt. Lustful climax especially never stood a chance, each new blissful wave dooming the cursed girl’s already alarmed nerves into hypersensitivity.

“AAIIIEEHAHAHAAA!” A fourth orgasm might have washed over Jeong around the time Chev slid back out of her, though she was in too much turmoil to know for sure.

Pushed up against the leathery backrest, the cackling girl sat upon the big man’s lap, pressed from behind by his muscular bulk. With his still throbbing cock nestled between her bouncing ass cheeks, the helpless girl could only kick her legs feebly out to the sides as both men continued to poke and prod at her. In her post-orgasmic state, Jeong’s nerves were so fried and her mind so fractured she couldn’t do more than squeal mindlessly, twenty fingers jabbing along her sides and breasts ballooning as they squished against the seat cushion. Dancing into her underarms, clawing at her pinkened ribs, Chev and Mac had free reign to every tender inch.

Jeong never was too sure how long the intruding duo kept her there, cheeks soaked by tears and sweat alike. Her hair looked like she’d gone through a tumble dry when Chev finally stood up, letting the decimated girl’s tiny body slump back onto the seat. Head hung limp, she dangled weakly and wheezed, both sides of her torso almost as dark a shade of red as her face. Some minutes passed before enough conscious thought returned to open her eyes, the world a watery blur that the nude heiress took a few more minutes to gradually blink away. It was a gentle clink of metal that eventually stirred Jeong out of her daze, wearily raising her head to look back over one shoulder.

“Best get her downstairs with the rest.” Now fully clothed again, Chev was synching the last piece of his belt buckle.

“Few more minutes won’t kill her.” Mac stood beside him, both men looking at the ravaged girl before them.

“It might.”

“I’ll be right down.” Crouching down to the front of the dreaded machine, the bearded man moved out of sight. A second later one of his large hands gripped tight around the captive girl’s right ankle.

“N…” Was all Jeong could muster for resistance, every bit of willpower drained that might have given some energy to her leg.

Pulling the busty girl’s foot up to the leg-bars at the front of the machine, Mac pressed the front of her ankle into the foam covering. Against meager twitching and almost inaudible whines, the would be Western villain easily lassoed his prisoner’s ankle with a length of thin black rope. One knee facing the ground and her sock covered sole now turned toward the ceiling, Jeong squirmed her last remaining free limb when she felt the rope pull firm. Using no more effort that he did on her right, the muscular cowboy snatched up the defenseless girl’s left ankle and forced it up to the opposite leg-bar.

“You see that?” Chev took a couple of curious steps toward the huge outdoor window.

“One sec…” His preoccupied partner said, busy binding their whimpering plaything’s ankle in place.

“Something’s coming.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Mac tugged his second piece of rope tight, leaving Jeong with both feet now trapped up just behind her curvaceous bare ass.

“East.” Narrowing his eyes, the tattooed terror pointed his chin toward the distant horizon. “It’s low, coming fast.”

Standing up, the leaner of the two men walked slowly toward his partner. “A chopper?”

“Not ours, is it?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Trouble then.”

“Uh huh. How long you reckon?”

“Two, maybe three minutes.” Chev turned and strode directly for the door. “Get her ready to move. I’ll tell the boss.”

“You got it.” Mac spun back toward the buxom, bound girl as his brawny accomplice disappeared out into the hall. He moved behind her and as he did Jeong let out a shuddery sigh of relief. “Three minutes.”

“Wh…what are you-“ Feeling fingers pinch the tip of her socks, the briefly elated girl curled her toes.

“Man said we got three minutes.”

“N-n-no! No no he said-“ The tiny girl wriggled her tiny feet as she could feel the soft cotton sliding back over her heels.

“Three minutes!” Mac whipped both socks back at the same time and sent them flying back over his shoulders.

“No please, Don’t!” Now bare foot, her satin soft soles exposed before the cruel older man, Jeong glared back over her shoulder, one wide eye visible through tangled strands of dark hair. “Not there! NOT THERE!”

“Threeee minuuuutes!” Making a point of showing her his hands, the sadistic cowboy wiggled all ten fingers directly in the begging girl’s line of sight.

“I can’t! Nopleasepleaseplease!” Shaking at her bonds, the stark naked young woman’s petit body rocked back and forth as she watched those deadly digits lower.

“Aw now, it’s only three minutes!”

Three minutes, it might as well have been three hours. Atrociously sensitive as Jeong was at the time, three or maybe four orgasms in, every inch of her nubile little body was a minefield of hyperticklishness. Watching Mac’s skilled fingertips draw ever closer to her unprotected soles sent the poor girl’s heart thumping almost out of her chest, and her incessant libido fluttering. Stomach twisting in nervous agony, the straining young woman braced, her rebellious lust already swelling her nipples and sending warm waves throughout her loins. With less an inch between the cowboy’s dancing fingers and her slightly pink soles Jeong froze solid, the urge to orgasm rushing straight to the forefront of her entire being.

Even as the depleted girl watched on, contact still somehow came before she expected it. As if recharged by the unwanted touch, those ten fiendish fingertips scribbling over the trapped rich girl’s bare feet sent her body seizing violently. Rational thought gone in an instant, Jeong screeched like a unleashed banshee, wild and untamed. From her tiny toes to the agonizingly tender skin of her heels, Mac’s fingers sped freely all over the berserk girl’s arches and insteps. Barely five seconds had passed and the crazed girl must have been a lot hornier than she thought in her near-catatonic, the tickling sending her libido into orbit. Another five seconds and sizzling hot tingles were fizzing throughout every savagely straining muscle.

Though she didn’t stop laughing to moan, couldn’t stop laughing for anything, Jeong arched back sharply, her pussy gushing a flood of liquid lust out across the seat cushion. Cackling like a lunatic as she came, a deluge splashed between her trembling thighs. Throwing her head back, the thrashing girl shrieked and screamed as Mac tickled her through the chaotic climax, his spidering digits unrelenting upon her soles. No mercy even as her pussy throbbed, the devilish cowboy dug in between her toes, the demented girl’s laughter raging louder than ever.

“Hell, I think that’s all we got time for.” Standing upright after what was certainly a good deal longer than three minutes, the strapping man took hold of the ropes around his captive’s wrists.

“…unh…mm…nnh…” Jeong murmured, not quite passed out but hardly conscious. As her hands were finally untied the freedom didn’t even register, nor did the mindless girl notice as Mac wrapped one arm around her midriff. Holding her steady, the pitiless man used his other hand to effortlessly unbind her ankles, both legs dropping to the floor.

“Alright little lady-“ Said the swaggering intruder as he scooped the nude girl into both arms. “I believe you said something earlier about suckin’....of course it don’t look much like you got the energy for that.”

Coming out of her tickle-orgasm stupor just enough, Jeong felt firm flesh pressing against her own silky skin. Laying her down upon the mat, it was only when the cool floor touched her back that the befuddled girl woke enough to notice Mac was now every bit as nude as she was. His large erection right beside her, she could only writhe a little as he swung one leg over and mounted her stomach. Straddled by the Herculean man, Jeong raised one shaky hand only for the cowboy’s arm to easily brush by her fruitless attempt at fighting him off.

“I doubt this’ll come as any surprise…” Mac inched forward just a touch, his large hands groping the cushy outer sides of the pinned girl’s bare bosoms. Pushing his hips out, the sinewy man’s huge cock came down between the tiny young woman’s breasts as he pushed them together, squishy flesh molding around his rock hard shaft. “But buckin’ bronco’s one of my favourite games.”

Digging his fingertips deep into her flesh, the older man grinned as Jeong squealed and spasmed beneath him. Caught on either side by his steely legs and held in place, the diminutive girl kicked helplessly, her legs flailing wildly behind the man. Renewed with energy she didn’t have once again, the petit heiress slapped madly at Mac’s hands, his grip as solidly in place as his pulsating cock. Shattered and worn out as she was, only one singular thought managed to form in the spasming girl’s bewildered mind; that she would have to find a new place to find refuge from now on.

As it happened, that was the last day Jeong would ever set foot anywhere near Jai Lin’s mansion.


“Takara.” Jai Lin stood with all the elegant grace of a Greek statue. In the middle of a finely furnished room, the diabolical traitor wore a draping gown of white layers. Between the slender fingers of one hand she held a paint brush, an easel just before her with half a masterpiece upon it.

“You have a lovely home.” The former-madam Ui smiled. “Unoriginal, but lovely.”

“I’m sorry my antiquated taste in interiors doesn’t meet your refined palate.” Turning back to her painting, the Amazonian woman continued her well-practiced strokes.

“Oh, I was not referring to your choice of furniture, Jai Lin. I speak more to your less…traditional rooms.”

“Now Takara, what could be more traditional than a dungeon?”

Ui stepped further into the room, stopping just before the sheet that was laid out around Jai Lin’s feet. “It’s funny, isn’t it? All this time gone by and here we are, still standing in Harold Deveno’s hedonistic memory.”

“If I recall correctly…” The jade-eyed witch looked back over her shoulder. “I killed Harold Deveno.”

“No.” Shaking her head, the older woman closed her eyes. “You became him.”

“Ah.” Jai Lin smirked and put her brush gently down upon the easel. “And you’re here for what, exactly? Revenge I suppose.”

“Not in the way you might imagine.”

Turning front on, less than ten feet between them, the towering turncoat intertwined her long fingers. “And here you were not a moment ago speaking of originality. Revenge, Takara, is that the best you can do?”

Madam Ui, Takara Ui, sighed through a self-assured grin. “All of this?” She made a point of looking over the whole room, from one wall to the vaulted ceiling to the large window and back to the other walls. “It’s done. Your days of pretending to be Harold have come to an inevitable end.”

Jai Lin took a long, drawn out breath, every bit as sure of herself as the shorter woman was. “Hm.” Drawing her bottom lip back slightly, she nodded. “You did get in here somehow, didn’t you? Well done. A wildly elaborate plan, decades in the making, finally come to fruition. It appears I am at your mercy.” She opened her palms outward, all sarcasm and confidence.

“Oh, you will be.”

As Jai Lin’s smirk grew and her fingers began curling into fists, Ui narrowed her eyes. She couldn’t take her one-time slave physically, not with the advantages of height and reach starkly against her. Stepping onto the wrinkled sheet, winning the battle was of no consequence, only winning the war. All she’d need to do was hold out until backup arrived, a couple of Gwendolyn’s brawny guards would do just the trick. Let Jai Lin think she’d won for a few minutes, let her get bold and cocky. The more victorious her enemy felt the better, as Ui would enjoy breaking her down again all the more.

“Those memories, Takara?” The leggy woman took an imposing stride forward. “The rooms you say I’ve imitated? When we’re done here, I’m going to give you a grand tour down memory lane.”

“I look forward to it.” Ui moved in a touch closer, raising her hands. “Just don’t be so surprised whe-“

Hearing glass shatter violently, the shapely intruder’s immediate thought was another gas-filled canister set to send her laughing into unconsciousness. Covering her nose and mouth, Ui stumbled backward, eyes snapping to the now imploded window. Suffice to say, even for a woman who prided herself on being relatively unflappable the sight of four heavily armed men caused her eyes to widen a little. Heavy black boots on broken shards, three of the new arrivals raised their weapons, short black machine guns of some manner. Ui knew little of guns, but in that moment she knew she was on the wrong end of them. Adding to their explosive entrance came a thunderous, thumping sound from outside, the black ropes at their backs waving about in calamitous wind.

“On your knees.” Said the one in the middle sternly. He was a wiry lad, handsome with tidy hair, and the only one without tattoos. Where the men either side of him, South American of some fashion by Ui’s best guess, sported their best scowls and were varying degrees of buff or stocky, their apparent leader had an expression of inhuman calm.

Looking at one another, the two women frowned quizzically before turning back to the approaching man. “No.” They said in unison.

An almost imperceptible glance was all their leader needed to send two of the men rushing forward. On the left a stout fellow with an impressive moustache grabbed for Ui’s arm, his weapon swinging down to his hip from the strap around one shoulder. A look of haughty disgust across her face, the madam turned away. In the same moment, the most heavily tattooed of the men attempted a similar maneuver toward Jai Lin. Evidently the younger of the two women had more than one hobby as she side-stepped quickly and, with a rather flashy twirl of her hands, caught the oncoming offender’s wrist. Swift as anything the Amazon pulled her would-be attacker sharply in the direction he was already going and sent him sailing by. Thrust by his own momentum the intruder stumbled, tripped on a raised fold of the sheet and went crashing through a small wooden table.

“Off me!” Ui barked as the stockiest man caught her by the back of each arm. Wrestling to break free, she stomped one heel down on the toe of his boot and found the toe was capped with steel.

“There’s no sense in struggling.” Said their eerily calm leader, emotionless eyes locked on the taller woman. He unclipped the rope from the back of his belt and moved forward.

“Who’s struggling?” Jai Lin sneered back at the man she’d tossed aside. With a pained groan the tattooed fellow was only then lifting himself out of the splintered pieces of furniture.

The wiry man’s unfeeling gaze turned to the goon behind Madam Ui. Like he’d read his boss’s mind, the stocky fellow slipped his brutish hands off her arms, passed her ribs and clawed all ten thick fingers into her slender tummy. Buckling over, the older woman squealed, her shapely butt pushing back into the handsy oaf’s groin. Clutching her hands over his, Ui twisted and danced wildly, caught between tickling fingers and a barrel-chested mass of muscle.

“Aaaeiiehehee! Getoffme!” Hair whipping at her cheeks, the giggling woman couldn’t stop a fitful smile from fighting it’s way across her face.

Jai Lin rolled her eyes at the undignified display. “If you think for one second-“ She began when the previously downed man slid up behind her and put a firm hand over each shoulder. Instantly the unamused woman moved to break free, whatever fancy move she was going to make cut short by the most muscular of the men finally joining his partners. A good six inches taller than anyone else in the room, the brawny thug snatched both of the traitor’s wrists up and froze her arms in place.

“This isn’t a fight.” Said the leader as he stepped around his underling and appeared at the Amazon’s right. She swung one leg out as if to trip him but he easily, effortlessly avoided the attempt. “You’re coming with us.” And before Jai Lin could think of another biting remark the dead-eyed young man darted both hands out, clawing at her side.

“Eeeiieheehee!” Throwing her head back, a broad grin burst across the former slave’s previously stoic features. From an air of unbreakable superiority to girlish giggling, that highly composed image two decades in the making was shattered into a thousand ticklish pieces.

“Tickle her.” The boss nodded and his two men joined in, the stocky one goosing Jai Lin’s ribs from behind and the steely-jawed one poking menacingly at her tummy.

“Eeeeihahaha! Stop! Stopiiieehaha!” Flapping her hands madly, the statuesque mistress spun, her gown flowing behind as she turned in circles.

Had she not been in a mess of trouble herself, Madam Ui would have enjoyed nothing more than watching Jai Lin’s poise and elegance get dismantled by three unruly men. As it stood, the show was entirely ruined by her mustachioed assailant’s ongoing prodding. Held firm in a reverse bear-hug, Ui struggled and barked demands through her infuriating laughter, fingertips kneading boisterously through her form-fitting top. Knees turning to jello, every passing second became harder and harder to stay standing. Feeling the stout intruder’s growing erection press against her ass only made the repulsion worse, yet the poor woman knew all her wriggling around was certainly exasperating the issue.

“You scum! Aaahahahaa!” Ui’s legs gave way and she collapsed to the floor, her decent slowed by tickling hands. Landing on her knees, the older woman curled into a spasming ball as the horny lapdog at her back pressed his weight down upon her.

Less than four steps away Jai Lin had fallen too, now rolling helpless on her side with a trio of ticklers around her. Long legs kicking furiously against the floor-sheet, the bucking Amazon slapped at one pair of hands only for two more pairs to grope somewhere else. Clawing at the layers of her undoubtedly expensive dress, the cackling mistress’ fleshy cleavage bounced as she fought. Sadly for both women neither had a chance in hell, especially once the tallest thug took hold of Jai Lin’s hips and forced her onto her stomach.

In a well-practiced flurry of hands, the wiry fellow and his heavily tattooed minion took a wrist each and forced the growling mistress’ arms behind her back. Pinned in place despite her determined straining, the long legged woman hissed through clenched teeth as the tallest of the men pulled a thick black zip tie from his back pocket. In one skillful flick the Herculean thug wrapped the tie around both Jai Lin’s crossed wrists and synched it tight.

“You’re all going to suffer for this!” The rosy-cheeked Amazon fumed as the hulking man slipped another zip tie from his pocket. “Whoever you are! Wherever you go! I swear I’ll find you and tear yofffmm! Mmfff!“ A tattooed hand clamped over her mouth. Muffled by the same man she’d thrown through a table, the now muted woman sounded even angrier than when she could speak.

Though she only had the one idiot to contend with, the older woman also ended up forced down onto her stomach. Held by the man’s muscular weight against the backs of her upper thighs, Ui could still feel his engorged cock pressing against her curvaceous butt. Short of breath and still frazzled from the sudden assault, the madam winced when she felt her right wrist suddenly pulled back.

“Nono!” Madam Ui tugged at her captured arm and shot her free hand up high. Taking the obvious opportunity, the mustached man used his own free hand to immediately pinch at his prisoner’s unprotected side. “Yeeei!” She squawked and instinctively snapped her arm back down, only for that one to get caught too. “Let! Me! Go!”

To no one’s surprise the intensity of Ui’s demands didn’t inspire a sudden bout of obedience. Instead, the stocky bulldog of a man held both her slender wrists against the small of her back with one rough hand, while the other retrieved yet another zip tie. No less skilled than his leaner cohort, the unashamedly horny beast pulled the tie tight and threaded it shut like he’d done it a thousand times before. Hands around the insides of her elbows, the bound madam was pulled up to a kneeling position, it was then she saw Jai Lin being carried toward the window.

Both ankles tied together, the helpless mistress was still struggling wildly even hauled over the most muscular man’s shoulder. Once at the edge of all that shattered glass the Amazon’s harsh threats fell silent under the wind and thunderous thumping just outside. One burly arm wrapped around the small of Jai Lin’s back, the tall fellow reached to the back of his belt and gave the long black rope a firm jolt. Fist clenched around the rope, he took another single step forward, sending both his immense bulk and enraged prisoner dropping into the open air. Together they swung out and away from the building, snagging sharply before ascending upward toward the deafening noise.

Hands clamped around the kneeling madam’s elbows, the stout man leaned forward. “Do I have to tie your ankles too?” He said, hairs of his moustache brushing against her ear.

“Nnngh!” Ui cringed and leaned away. “That won’t be necessary.”

“Good.” The broad chested man stood back and pulled the madam to her feet. “It’s not like you can run out a helicopter anyway, is it?”


Every girl in the mansion thought she had the best hiding spot, and all but Deborah Doherty were wrong. ‘Double Dee’ the others had taken to calling her the past four, nearly five years. Five long years at Jai Lin’s manor of mania, barely a single day of it had turned out like she’d first imagined. At least Romey landed on top eventually, that was something, and it had certainly made the last six months easier than any time before. Still, even with her best friend’s elevation that didn’t make Dee untouchable. Far from it in fact, though things had improved, the curly haired redhead was still somewhere near the bottom of the heap.

Jeong liked the gym, that’s where she tended to hide. That was a dumb spot. Gym clothes were even more revealing than the practically painted-on catsuit all the girls had to wear, and the hallway that passed by had far too much traffic. Anyone could wander by, see you sweating and decide to make your workout a hundred times more strenuous. Callie, the buxom Latina, she favored the library. A decent choice even if she didn’t read a whole lot. Unfortunately a couple of the others girls did like to read, including Maria who would easily have Callie breaking the quiet-in-the-library rule within seconds. Romey used to favor one of the study-rooms before her promotion to The Garden, but even those quiet little offices weren’t as good as Dee’s hiding spot.

The laundry room was where the real lack of action happened. Kept company by nothing but the sound of sloshing washers and thumping dryers, there was no better place to avoid the teasing wrath of Jai Lin’s other girls. There was the chore of doing laundry of course, Dee didn’t mind that so much as it was a small price to pay for peace. What really kept people from coming by was that the large laundry room could only be accessed by the first basement level. All the girls, bar none, knew better than to go poking around in any of the sub-levels. The sub-levels of Jai Lin’s mansion were where the truly scary stuff happened.

From the single doorway four washers sat along the right hand wall with four dryers to the left. There were shelves of product, a sink for those delicate hand-wash items against the back wall, and a polished wooden floor. In the center stood the shiny grey island-countertop with double drawers at either end, that was the hub of Dee’s whole operation. There she could fold and sort and coordinate everyone’s items into baskets. Each week she’d volunteer for laundry duty and each week no one else would. It took hours to through all the clothes, towels, sheets and other items. Hours of solitude, not once had she been bothered while doing laundry.

As she’d done countless times before, the freckle-faced girl stood against one long side of the double-wide countertop. A mountain of assorted colourful clothing towered to her left. Short as she was the peak of the pile was several inches above her head. To Dee’s right were a half dozen precisely folded stacks, organized by size and who they belonged to. Most people might not have been able to tell one young woman’s leggings from another’s, but the fiery haired girl had become quite adept at it. In fact, keeping all the laundry straight and returned in a timely manner was perhaps the only thing Dee had ever been truly great at. Messing it up would doubtlessly have had dire consequences, so perhaps all she’d ever really needed in life was the right motivation.

Plucking a pair of Ana’s g-string panties from the pile, the busty young woman perhaps should have been thinking about the numerous questionable decisions she’d made throughout her life. Instead, as usual, Dee’s mind drifted more toward the show she and Romey had been watching the night before, and which of the handsome men would get kicked off next. What became of the hunky rejects, she wondered, and how could she go about having a shot with one of them? These were the deep and philosophical questions often running through the curvy girl’s mind while doing her chores.

Fun as life in the mansion could be at times, there was a severe lack of available men around. The main exceptions were Jason Whitmore and Mr. Sam Lucas, both of which were best avoided, especially the latter. Driving into the nearest city was just a long enough trip to make dating mostly impractical, and the nearby small town didn’t offer a whole lot in the way of hotly desirable bachelors. It was this dilemma Dee was focused on when two pretty young Asian women appeared at the laundry room door, and the reason for her first thought questioning why they couldn’t have been a pair of strapping boys.

“Hello?” She looked the pair of dark haired women up and down. They were both slender and wearing the same assortment of sleek long-sleeved shirts, tight pants and running shoes, each item black as night. It was the colour that caught Dee’s attention even before their practically painted-on outfits. All the girls in the mansion had to wear stark white, whoever the curiously smirking pair were it was clear they weren’t tenants of Jai Lin’s.

Without a word the two girls looked at one another and in unison their smiles grew eerily wry. Freezing in place, half inside-out panties held between both hands, Dee furrowed her brow a little. Turning their attention back, both women tilted their heads as they made no effort to be discreet about examining the puzzled redhead from head to slippers. Once their survey was complete the girl on the left moved to the left of the doorframe and the girl on the right moved to the right. From the darkness in the doorway came another woman, this one a fair bit older, somewhere pushing forty and clad in the same black ensemble.

“This is Luli and Wei.” Said the new arrival, a much less playful air about her than the younger two. “My name is Yumao, what is yours?”

“I…um…” Dee turned toward the strange trio and set Ana’s panties down on the counter. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be down here.”

“That is very rude.” Yumao’s stern expression turned to a scowl as she took a soft step into the room. “We have introduced ourselves. Surely it is not American custom to respond by asking us to leave?”

“I wasn’t-I didn’t-sorry. I’m just confused. No one usually comes down here.”

“Well then-“ The older woman continued her gradual pace toward the countertop. “You must be delighted to have visitors for a change.”

“Are…are you here for Jai Lin or…?” Dee stammered.

“No, no.” Yumao made a face like she was utterly perplexed. “We’re here for you. Now, if you’ll just tell us your name…” Stopping a few short feet away, she set one dainty hand gently upon the corner of the granite top.

“Me? That-that can’t be right. I’m-”

“Girls, perhaps you can help our new friend remember her name?”

Luli, at least Dee was pretty sure the one to the left was Luli, strode immediately toward her. The other one, Wei, moved quickly too, heading straight along the right side of the room. Still caught up doing her level best to make sense of the situation, all the redhead’s deductions screeched to halt as Luli raised both slender hands up before her. Passing by Yumao, the svelte young woman caused Dee’s stomach to sink as those approaching fingers began to wiggle. Eyes opening wide, the voluptuous girl took a couple of stumbling steps backward, not noticing that Wei was already coming around the other end of the countertop.

“What are you doiiieheheehe!” Dee arched her back, ten surprise fingers pinching at her sides from behind. Staggering forward to escape, the poor thing practically threw herself at Luli, who wasted no time clawing at the giggling girl’s squishy tummy. “Ahanoho! Ahahaeeheehee!”

Caught between them, the frantically wriggling young woman held her elbows in hard against her ribs. Dancing her wide hips from side to side, Dee squirmed erratically as nimble fingers poked, prodding at her midsection through the thin material of her skintight catsuit. Among the innumerable worries in that moment was the fragile zipper that ran down the front of her suit. Normally, the well-endowed girl would have worn the zip up near her collar, but doing laundry was hot work. Without anyone around to be tempted, Dee had the zipper almost halfway down her breasts, all the wild hoping in place making her bulbous freckled cleavage jiggle uncontrollably.

“Okay! Eeehehee! Okahay!” Slapping at the swiftly moving hands, strands of her own curly hair whipped against the shapely girl’s blushing cheeks.

“Okay?” Yumao said plainly. “Okay, what? Okay you’re happy to let them tickle you?”

“Noeehaha!” Dee tried moving away from the countertop only for one of Wei’s devious little paws to clutch at her bottom ribs. Driven back into place, the hypersensitive girl was helpless against one tickler at the best of time, against more than one she was completely without hope. “My name! Eeeheiaha!” I’lltellyoumynahahame!”

“Well?” The older woman raised an eyebrow, looking on as her two assistants continued goosing the fitful girl’s midriff.

“Dee! Eeheeiehe! It’sDee!” She squealed, and along with her legs beginning to shake she felt the familiar swell of arousal creeping in. There was no great protest against telling the trio her name, it was only the fact they’d made her do it that stoked the flames of libido. On top of the tickling, which got Dee’s motor running like nothing else no matter how much she hated it, having an audience always added to her perverse and insuppressible reaction. With Yumao watching stoically, even a single voyeur added enough embarrassment to turn the bashful girl on far too much. “Stopeeheehee! Itoldyou! Aahaha! I can’t! I’m gonna fallehehehe!”

“We don’t want that now, do we?” The apparent leader of the three glanced at her impish underlings. “Girls.”

“Ah! Oh…oh golly…” Dee steadied herself with one hand on the countertop, puffing her cheeks as she looked nervously back over one shoulder. Both Luli and Wei took a step back, each with an anxiety-inducing glint in their eyes.

“I’m afraid I told you a little fib a moment ago, Dee.” Yumao sauntered forward and Luli stepped off to the side, opening the space just ahead. “We are here, in part, for Jai Lin. We’re not friends of hers though, if that’s what you might have been thinking.”

“I-I wasn’t thinking anything.” Catching her breath, the weary girl looked back and forth between the two women before her, all too aware of the one still looming behind. “If…if you need to find her I can help you….just-just tell me what you need.”

“You’d betray your mistress so easily?”

“B-betray? No I…I don’t even know what you want…!”

“You seem very confused.”

“I am!” Dee squawked.

“Hmm…then I suppose tickling you more won’t help, hm?”

“No, nono, definitely not!” Putting her open palms up, the curvy girl shook her head.

“Let’s try anyway.” Yumao shot a quick look to each of her companions. “Ladies.”

“Nowait!” Dee sprang away from the countertop, panic driving her to hope that she could pivot before the washing machines, work her way around the women and sprint for the door. As it was, the buxom redhead barely made it halfway to the washers before fiendish fingers caught up to her. “Eeeiyaha!” She squeaked when five of Luli’s fingers pinched just above her right hip.

Jolting to her left, girlish giggles forced a smile across the curvy woman’s lips as she turned toward the back wall. Batting Luli’s hand away, Dee raced with the wash-sink in sight and Wei closing in at the outer edge of her vision. Narrowly avoiding another teasing grab, the fitful girl couldn’t stop herself from laughing anyway. Just the simple knowledge that both those mischievous women were right behind her caused an eruption of bubbly squeals. Rounding the far end of the countertop, the buxom girl veered left again, and left again as she sped to face the door.

“You’ll tire yourself out.” Yumao stood at the other end of the countertop, firmly planted between it and the dryers. More importantly, she stood between Dee and the only exit.

“Please!” Putting her hands up again, the fretful girl whipped back to see Luli and Wei both stalking slowly toward her, their hands up and twenty collective fingers wiggling in the air. “Pleaaaseeheese! Nono! D-don’t tickle me!”

“Ohh, what’s seems to be the matter my dear?” The older woman frowned. “You’re not ticklish, are you?”

No, Dee thought, lips twitching as she tried to suppress a goofy grin, she was not just ticklish. To her endless dismay, the busty girl had always been preposterously, terrifyingly, excruciatingly ticklish. Backing away from the advancing pair, the comely redhead could feel her nipples swelling against the inside of her straining suit, a factor so cruel that she was convinced some other-worldly force had cursed her. To be so feverishly aroused by the one thing she feared more than anything, surely in a previous life Dee must have done something truly unforgivable.

The way Luli and Wei leered as they closed the gap, it was a look the outnumbered young woman had seen many a time before. Girls in the mansion often made that same face, all eager cruelty behind wicked, teasing smiles. Ex-boyfriends had it too, especially once they learned it was the fastest way to turn Dee on, eyes filled by merciless intent. Worst of all, and most prominent in the cowering girl’s memory, was her uncle Aiden. Married into the family by way of her Aunt Vivian, Aiden had barely been around a year before he discovered the shapely girl’s most shameful of secrets.

Before she’d married, Aunt Viv had always been the one to fear. A reasonably nice woman otherwise, Dee grew up dreading her aunt’s wiggling fingers. Many a family dinner or holiday occasion had been spent keeping at least an arms length away from the statuesque woman. Worse still, the rest of the family almost always treated Viv’s antics like they were a well meaning practical joke, rather than the torturous experience it actually was. Most of them just didn’t seem to understand the severity of being tickled for minutes on end. As Viv’s younger sister, Dee’s mother was the only one who could really empathize. Sadly, being an atrociously ticklish woman herself, she only ever once had the courage to stand up to her sister. Once and never again, the day Uncle Aiden got involved.

Barely a week into being eighteen, Dee’s family held a backyard barbeque as they often did during the summer. She’d done well most of the afternoon keeping clear of Aunt Viv, save for the odd squeal-inducing poke or prod here and there. After sundown, when most of the guests and extended family were gone, the curvy teen went upstairs to get changed. The plan had been for Wallace, her boyfriend at the time, to pick her up and together they’d go for a late night swim at a lake just outside of town. Halfway through changing, wearing naught but short-shorts and a bulging bikini top, the scantily clad girl was startled when Aunt Viv wandered into her bedroom.

Flanked by her latest husband, the taller woman made some half-hearted story about coming upstairs to say their goodbyes. Once that was out the way, Viv immediately set about teasing her half-dressed niece. Blushing as Aiden looked on, Dee couldn’t escape her aunt’s notorious digits, giggling helplessly as the taller woman pinched her bare sides and raced long nails across her tummy. Caught between her own bed and Aunt Viv’s cruel fingers the poor eighteen year old quickly fell back onto the duvet. Then, as she pursued the flailing, redhead across the mattress, Viv did perhaps the cruelest thing she’d ever done; She asked Aiden to join in.

Reluctant at first, or feigning reluctance anyway, the forty-something year old ski instructor waved a dismissive hand. Evidently not requiring much encouragement, Aiden soon gave in to his wife’s insistent demands, and ignored his gasping niece’s pleas to the contrary. Wide eyed at the thought of being tickled by two people at once, Dee had tried desperately to wriggle clean off the bed, only for her uncle to halt her floundering efforts. Fingertips drilled into her underarms and nails sped around her tummy, and the cackling girl’s bouncing breasts had threatened to spill free of her bikini top at any moment.

Maybe it was the sheer panic in her breathless cries or the volume of her laughter, either way it was finally enough for Dee’s mother to step in. Noble as the attempt was, Aunt Viv was never the kind of person to be told what to do. Almost instantly Viv turned her tickling fingers on her younger sister, chasing the shorter woman out into the hallway. Laid atop her messy duvet, Dee watched as her fiery haired mom began to squeal, trapped between the wall opposite and those terrifying ten fingers. As the poor woman giggled loudly and batted at her older sister’s hands she also slid downward against the wall, collapsing to the hallway floor in a hopelessly laughing heap. Knowing there was no helping her mom, Dee moved to sit up and instead was caught by Aiden’s large hands grabbing around her shoulders.

Pushed back down to the mattress, Dee stared up and for the first and not last time, saw that sinister glint in her uncle’s eye. Teeth showing in a shark-like grin, the older man’s eyebrows shot up with all the glee of someone who’d just won the lottery. Who moved first she was never sure, but either way the comely teen wasn’t able to escape Aiden’s clawing hands. To the tune of her mother’s long suffering laughter out in the hall, Dee shrieked as the man’s fingers dug deep into her tender ribs, pinched down her heaving sides and squeezed viciously just above her knees.

Until that day the freckle-faced girl had always thought her arousal was only ever triggered by having her boyfriend’s hands pawing around her buxom body. Uncle Aiden, handsome as he was, was the first to make Dee think that maybe tickling also had something to do with it. Dreadful, powerless, humiliating, and more alarmingly titillating than anything else. Taking advantage of the distraction in the hall, Aiden had climbed onto his nieces bed and went to town, running his hands eagerly all over. Dee screamed and shook and slapped, squirmed to free herself and at no point did those ten boisterous digits stop. A minute, two minutes, on it went, the only person who might have been able to help too busy trying to fend off her own attacker a few meters away.

Aiden straddled the girl’s wide, bucking hips and by that point she was turned on as much as she’d ever been. Feeling that warm pressure between her thighs, Dee could see the pique of her involuntary excitement rushing up fast. Dreading being bought to climax, the desperate teen, cheeks beet-red, thrashed madly to get out from under the man. Instead of letting her loose, Aiden clamped his legs even tighter around her and forced his worming fingers up into his niece’s hypersensitive underarms. Screaming with laughter, her words little more than babbling squeals, Dee held her arms in tight, hands clawing pitifully at her uncle’s maddening assault.

Through the slightly blurry on-start of tears and curly locks whipping across her face, the despondent teen caught glimpses of Uncle Aiden’s face as he tickled her. That look of perverse mischief, like he knew exactly what was about to happen. Driving home the point, the tips of the once kindly man’s thumbs began flicking across the struggling girl’s nipples, two stiff points poking very noticeably through her skimpy bikini top. Completely out of her control, Dee’s libido went into overdrive, forcing out a messy climax that had her moaning and laughing manically in equal parts. If there were any silver lining to the moment it was only that no one else noticed. Uncle Aiden noticed though, and Uncle Aiden did not forget.

From that point on, barring the brief few weeks Dee had run away from home with her boyfriend, Aiden found every chance he could to tickle her. Family barbeques, long weekends at the cabin, Easter, Thanksgiving, even Christmas Day. She’d never have thought it possible, but he was even worse than Aunt Viv. Once bitten twice shy, her mother didn’t say boo about it. Dee’s younger brother thought it was funny, and her father was all but clueless to the horrors of it. It’s just tickling, he would say despite being told otherwise, no different than play-fighting. Sometimes Viv and Aiden would tickle her together, but somehow he’d always find an opportunity to get her alone, far from everyone, and repeat the events of that first terrible time.

Aiden’s reign of ticklish terror lasted almost two full years. He got bolder and bolder, happily tormenting Dee in front of family. At least with them nearby, her stupid brother pointing and laughing, her mother ignoring anguished cries for help, even her father’s indifference, it quashed any chance of arousal. Alone however, when it was just her and Aiden, the curvy teen’s libido would go off the charts. He’d follow her to the basement when she went to get more ice, stay back at the lakehouse when she slept-in and everyone else went swimming, insist that he be the one to help her gets Halloween decorations down from the attic. And every awful time there was that leering grin across his face, the very same one Luli and Wei wore now.

“Stay back!” Dee turned so as not to back up into Yumao, her curvy butt just inches from the dryers. “I don’t even know who you are!”

“I told you our names.” The older woman frowned. “American girl, so rude. We will teach you manners.”

“Nono! Nodon’tdon’t!” Bumping gently into the machines, the cowering young woman leaned back and crossed both arms awkwardly across her ample chest. With inches left between them, Luli and Wei crept closer, their hands just under their cheeky smiles and twenty collective fingers all wiggling erratically. “Pleeheease! Pleeheaese!”

“Ohh, now you find manners, hmm?” Yumao quipped, her rhetorical question punctuated by one of Wei’s hands darting out and pinching at the redhead’s plump left side.

“Eiie!” Dee sprang in the other direction, a silent breathy ‘no’ forming across her lips right before five of Luli’s nimble fingers scribbled against her right side. “Aha!”

Wei did the same again, just above the comely girl’s hip, and she squeaked and jerked one way. Luli poked at the fitful redhead’s lower most ribs and she shook her head, laughter bursting out of her. Another set of teasing fingertips ran across Dee’s tummy and she curled forward, giggling as her hefty cleavage wobbled. Someone ran their nails along the small of her back and the busty girl arched upward and as she did, caught Yumao’s eye. The older woman stood with her hands crossed before her, a discerning expression across her face. A look that was nearly as worrying as the two giddily grinning girls who’s swift hands taunted and teased her flinching body.

“Tickly!” Wei danced ten fingertips around the squirming girl’s convulsing midriff.

“Tickee tickee!” Luli clawed quickly at the other side, keeping Dee in a fit of high pitch giggles.

“You will have to forgive their English.” Yumao said, ignored by the spasming young woman whose attention was very much fully occupied. “My girls have never needed English before. I taught them a few words now, just for this occasion. Tickle, tickly, tickee. Cootchy coo, you understand.”

“Ohh! Cootchy coo!” Wei exclaimed and dug her fingers in a little deeper. “Cootchy coo! Tickee tickee!”

“Aha! Ahaha! Pleeeheeheese!” Dee batted fruitlessly at the four petit hands scrambling all over her tender upperbody. Nipples now protruding lewdly through the thin material of her catsuit, what little defenses the frizzy haired girl ever had were crumbling rapidly. Being teased, even with a heavy Mandarin accent, only made matters worse, her libido swelling at the same disastrous rate that her composure was disintegrating. “Stohap! Ohnoahaha!”

“Stop?” The leader of the three intruders furrowed her brow. “No, no, Luli and Wei do not stop. They love nothing more than pillowy western girls, so soft and squishy.”

“Eeeiiiheehee!” Hunching over, the comely girl strained as Luli reached one hand around and lobster clawed ferociously at both her cushiony-soft sides. Fumbling at the attacking fingers, Dee’s knees began to buckle out from under her, especially when Wei’s slender digits spidered gently across the back of her neck. “Ahaiiieeehee!”

Slippers sliding out from under her, the severely weakened young woman shot one hand out and hit the floor with an open palm, narrowly saving herself from complete collapse. Like a pair of hungry hyenas, Luli and Wei followed their breathless prey downward, wriggling fingers drilling between her ribs and goosing the outer edges of her heaving tummy. Curling into a helpless ball, Dee rocked from side to side on her knees, hands hugging around herself as she fought haplessly against the invading digits. In all her confusion, one thing the buxom girl hadn’t noticed was that her slippers didn’t come with her feet. Toes bent back, the hyperticklish redhead’s bare soles were poking right out of her footwear, silky skin stretched and completely out in the open.

“EIIIIHEE!” Dee shrieked when a single fingertip brushed against one sole. Scrambling forward, she twisted onto one side and bumped her back directly into the bottom of the countertop. Their mouths open wide with delight , Luli and Wei looked up to Yumao.

“Oh dear…” The older woman strolled closer, one hand caressing the smooth granite as she walked. “That doesn’t bode well for you, does it?”

Seeing the writing on the wall in bright neon letters, Dee curled her toes inside her slippers. “Please…please I’ll do whatever you want! Just tell me what you want!” She lay, hands up and eyes darting fearfully between the two younger women and their boss. “I’m not even important here! Jai Lin doesn’t care about me!”

“Aww, I’m sure that’s not true.”

“No! It is! I’m nothing around here, really!” Freckled cheeks blushing bright and hair flung every which way, the bosomy girl whined. “My friend, Romey, she’s very important! Or-or Maria maybe, she’s close to Jai Lin! Ana too! They’re the important ones!”

“Your friend?” Yumao bent forward a little, glaring down at the pitiful thing. “First your mistress, now you would give up your friend?”

“N-nono, it’s not like that, it’s-it’s-“ Dee babbled, fumbling over her own thoughts as she tried to think of some way to save herself. In truth, for as much as she cared about Romey, the shapely girl would rather have seen anyone, even her very best friend, put at Yumao’s mercy. Anyone but herself. “Listen, please, I-“

In a rush of Mandarin, the older woman barked a string of orders at her younger companions. In unison, Luli and Wei’s heads both snapped around, their eyes narrowing as they looked directly to Dee. Her own eyes going wide, the perplexed girl whimpered. Before she could do anything, speak or try to crawl away, all three women were reaching for her. Grabbing at the redhead’s upper arms, the two minions pulled their wincing toy away from the corner, while Yumao crouched down and took hold of her ankles. Tugging at her limbs, the helpless captive writhed, grunting in protest as she was slowly lifted from the floor.

“Hey! Hey nono! P-put me down!” Dee rocked her hips, stifling a giggle when the older woman’s hands slid down behind her knees. “What-whatever you’re doing, stop it!” Up and to the level of the countertop and just a little higher, the trio of devilish women started sliding their voluptuous plaything on to the granite. “No! Not on there! What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do?!”

Ignoring her torrent of distressed questions, the three dark haired trespassers used the sleek material of Dee’s catsuit to easily turn her around upon the smooth surface. Circling the countertop, Luli shoved the large pile of clothes off and on to the floor, while all the curvy girl’s struggling made a terrible mess of the neatly folded items. Finally coming to a stop, Dee lay with her head at the end closest to the door and again had to muffle a ticklish giggle when Yumao slid her hands back down to her ankles. Feet pinned in place by the older woman, the pleading girl began fighting even harder as Luli and Wei started forcing her arms upward.

“No-god no! Hnnnggh!” Straining, Dee pulled with everything she had, teeth clenched as her arms shook. “No pleaseplease! Nnggh! I know what you’re doing! Ahhnnggh!”

Losing the battle, tendons in her neck tense, the busty girl’s freckled cleavage swelled against her partly-open zipper. Stomach muscles aching, back arched, Dee watched in horror as her arms crept higher, unaware that her neckline was creeping lower and lower. Almost all focus on her gradually rising arms, the fiery haired girl still managed to kick her legs, ankles clamped and barely moving in Yumao’s deceptively strong hands. With her hands nearing the top of the counter, elbows either side of her forehead, the poor young woman would have called for help had she been anywhere else in the world. Calling for help in Jai Lin’s mansion was the kind of thing girls only did when they were new, and very rarely ever did more than once. Help never came, or if it did it never came for the one in trouble.

“Ah!” The curvaceous girl moaned dejectedly when she felt her forearms meet the edge of the countertop. “Let me go! Let me go! I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Ohh, of course you haven’t.” Yumao released the squirming redhead’s left leg and reached back into the pocket of her tight black pants. “Your only crime is being awfully, awfully ticklish.”

“NO!” Dee’s voice cracked as she watched the stoic mistress pull a short length of thin black rope from behind her back. Eyes locked on that dangling thread of ruin, the alarmed girl kicked her one free leg wildly. Fear and arousal skyrocketing alongside one another, dread won out as the lose piece of rope was tossed casually right over top of her.

Luli snatched the short length from the air one-handed, her other hand held firmly around their comely prisoner’s wrist. Her thoughts a jumble of switching from one horrid threat to the next, Dee briefly noticed that Wei held her other wrist with only one hand as well, the other hand busy just below the end of the countertop. From her trapped position the flustered girl couldn’t see what the impish intruder was doing, but from the sound of wood sliding on wood it became apparent the drawers were being pulled out. Dee knew everything that was in those drawers, hardly anything of worth, it was only when she heard them clatter across the floor that she realized the drawers were of no importance.

“Dee, do you know the name Takara Ui?” Yumao clutched the writhing young woman’s left leg, pinning it precisely in place and catching her attention. “Once known long ago as Madam Ui?”

Eyes up and head craned back, the fitful girl continued to tug at her arms as the two hellions above her began snaking the rope around her wrists. “W-what?” She stammered, not wanting to ignore the domineering older woman, yet far more concerned about the state of her freedom.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, young lady.” The grip around her ankles tightened. “Have I not got your attention? Are you being rude again?”

“Nono!” Dee glared at the older woman, only then noticing how far the zipper had slid down her bulbous breasts. Over halfway down her chest, the valley between her large bosoms only slightly wider, and the two sides of her catsuit spread open almost to the edge of her puffy areoles. “Ui! That’s what you said! Tamara Ui!”

“Takara.”

“T-Takara! Yes!” Feeling the rope synch tighter around her wrists, the desperate girl whimpered and tugged at her arms.

“You know the name?”

“I-I don’t….I don’t…I’ve never heard it!”

What Luli and Wei were doing, or rather had already done, was loop that wretched length of rope around the piece of wood which divided the two now discarded drawers. As Dee struggled to keep her focus on Yumao, fearing the consequences of doing anything else, she felt her now bound wrists pull tight, tied-together hands hanging just over the edge of the countertop. A veteran of being bound against her will, somehow it never got any easier. Still doing her best to pay attention to whatever the stern woman holding her ankles was saying, Dee’s eyes drifted to the right where Wei was wandering suspiciously alongside the countertop.

“Takara Ui-“ Yumao continued. “Taught Jai Lin everything she knows.”

“Ahee!” Jerking her hips, the jumpy redhead squeaked when Wei prodded at her defenseless side.

“In many ways, Takara Ui made Jai Lin what she is today.”

“Eeieheehee!” Dee wriggled when five fingers fluttered across the left side of her tummy, the thin material of her catsuit doing little in the way of protection.

“And, of far more relevance to your current situation, your mistress was not the only person our mistress has instructed over the years.”

“Ohneeiehehe!” Glaring wide-eyed at Wei, the giggly girl shook her head, mouthing the word ‘no’ over and over again. With every sudden movement she could feel the open sides of the zipper crawling closer toward her swollen nipples.

Yumao tugged sharply at the redhead’s legs, forcing her attention back to the bottom of the countertop. “In fact, three of Takara Ui’s finest students are here with you right now.”

Straining to keep her eyes on the older woman, Dee could see five of Wei’s nimble little fingers wiggling in the air, right at the corner of her vision. “I don’t understann-n-nd!” She tensed, putting a great deal of effort into keeping a burst of girlish giggles at bay.

“I think you do.”

“N-nono-no PLEASE!” Shaking violently, the implication of Yumao’s words took a moment to make sense in the perplexed girl’s panicked mind.

Every girl in the mansion was worthy of fearing, some more than others, but all were skilled ticklers. Dee stood among them in that regard. Clumsy as the freckled-faced girl was, she could be a nightmare for people who might not have considered themselves even a little ticklish until she got her hands on them. All the girls learned through either instruction or unwilling experience how best to drive an involuntary victim out of their minds, and there was no better teacher than Jai Lin. Jai Lin’s ability to extract howls of agonized laughter, among other inhumane sounds, was on a level so far beyond any of the other mansion residents it hardly seemed possible. Perhaps equaled only by the imposing and mysterious Sam Lucas, it was difficult to imagine anyone else being so wickedly talented. If Yumao were to be believed, Dee now found herself surrounded by three such women.

“Cootchy coo!” Wei teased and danced her five speedy digits around the bound girl’s lower tummy.

“Neeiiheehee! Neehee! Nohoieee!” Bouncing her shapely butt up and down, the helpless girl’s huge bosoms jiggled, the sides of her outfit revealing a tiny glimpse at the engorged pink nipples underneath. “Makeherstop! Eeeheiehe! Makeherstoooeeiieheehe!”

“I will not.” Yumao kept both her spasming captive’s ankles pinned firmly against the granite top, she really was a great deal stronger than she looked. “Wei is going to tickle you, and tickle you, and tickle you. And there is nothing that we want. Jai Lin, your friends, money. Whatever you might like to offer, whatever you say, you will be tickled.”

“Ahnopleaaaase! Eeehehehe!” Dee rolled herself as far from the mischievous girl beside her as possible, snagging against the rope and the older woman’s mighty grip. Those five dainty digits raced under her back and when the poor girl rolled the other way her convulsing tummy was met by a clawing hand. “Eeeiiehaha! St-stahahahap! Stooopahahaha!”

For a woman with such tiny hands the effect Wei wrought was maddening. Through the almost-sheer white cloth, her ten swiftly moving fingers darted from one side of the gasping girl’s belly to the other. Rolling mindlessly in place, the laughing prisoner’s pleas came out breathless, the fiendish fingers impossible to avoid. On it’s unhelpful journey ever downward, every squeal-filled movement sent the zipper further south, Dee’s stiff nipples each already half out in the open. Fleshy, freckled bosoms jiggling, the milky white of her cleavage bounced more with every new inch of exposure, her huge boobs threatening to pour out at any moment. A fact, unfortunately, Luli had obviously taken note of.

“Ohh, tickee tickee!” Luli reached down from the top of the table and skittered her long nails across the tops of the voluptuous girl’s breasts.

“Ahhahaha!” Dee erupted, her pained laughter taking on another pitch. Combined with Wei’s tummy tickling, the ten nails prancing around her quaking bosoms sent the buxom girl shaking even harder. “Not there! Eeiihahah! Nothereeeiiahaha!” Crinkling her nose, she stared down, horrified as Luli’s talons skated lethally close to the edges of her almost fully exposed areoles.

Never quite touching the swollen pink flesh, the devilish girl’s fingernails grazed ever so close. Over and over the unruly gang of gently stroking claws would scurry across Dee’s collarbone, down the wobbling valley of cleavage and steer away right before brushing the nipples. Each teasing pass made the frazzled girl’s libido spike dramatically, her lewd urges wanting for nothing more that direct contact, and her anguished mind wanting for nothing less. After what must have been the dozenth maddening run toward the redhead’s hypersensitive nipples, both erect nubbins finally slid fully out into the open air. The two open halves of the zipper slipped away as Dee arched her back, the snug material spreading apart and revealing her naked breasts to the terrible trio.

“Tickly!” Luli giggled like a schoolgirl, and before Dee had fully comprehended what just happened the exhaustingly playful young women danced her well manicured nails all around the sides of her fleshy bosoms.

“Aahiiehehaha! Nooohahaha!” The red-faced girl’s fleshy boobs bounced without restraint, her pointedly stiff nipples rocking wildly as she contended with the four hands upon her.

Wei’s endless tummy tickling continued, her quick fingers flying along the top of Dee’s panty line, prodding up to just below her navel and clawing out to her sides. Agonizing as the relentless assault on her midriff was, Luli’s fingernails touching directly against her skin was doubly disturbing. Put together and the two sensations were a recipe for ticklish agony, made altogether worse when the ten digits running amok around her bosoms suddenly wormed beneath her suit. Quickly burrowing beneath the tight material, Luli leaned forward over Dee’s face, crawling her hands down between the catsuit and half naked girl’s devastatingly ticklish skin.

“EIIIEEHEEEE!” Shrieking loudly, the tightly tied young woman was about to scream her most distraught plea yet when Luli’s perky C-cups pressed down upon her face. “GET OUMFFFF! MM! MMMMF!”

Muffled by the pitiless intruder’s bosoms, only the occasional shrill squeal made it out as ten talons ran riot beneath the trapped girl’s clothing. From her tender ribs to heaving tummy, Luli’s fingers joined Wei’s energetic attack on her midriff. Caught between the two competing sensations of fingers on cloth and fingers on skin, Dee’s unstoppable laughter bellowed loudly into her tormentor’s chest. Her intake of air considerably limited by the face full of black-clad breasts, a light layer of sweat began to form across the captive’s belly. Aiding in the movement of Luli’s digits, the slick sheen let her ten fingertips skate freely all over the quivering, convulsing flesh.

“Atrocious isn’t it?” Yumao spoke with a little more volume than she had before. “Unable to see, never knowing when it might end. Prisoner to your own body.”

Dee could barely hear the older woman’s sadistic taunting, still it was enough to make the suffering even worse. Able only to see the occasional flash of light as Luli leaned over her, the suffocating young woman’s lungs forced back just enough air to keep her laughing. Hardly able to howl out her begging cries, none of the comely girl’s few muted words made it outside of her blinded prison. Tickled in the dark, Dee’s only link with the outside world were Yumao’s cruel observations. Making matters more dire, the crazed girl’s infuriating subconscious decided then would be the perfect moment to recall a memory of a similarly terrible time; the time Uncle Aiden stayed behind at the lakehouse.

She was almost twenty. Unbeknownst to Dee at the time, it would only be another couple of months before Maria showed up, recruiting her to come stay at Jai Lin’s. Before that several-years long barrel of problems, the poor then-nineteen year old was still living in fear of her aunt’s husband. Had she known Aiden was going to be at the lake she’d never have gone, but the thought of staying home alone all weekend and having him show up without anyone around was as nightmarish as it came. As it was, Aunt Viv and her handsy beau arrived in the early morning of the second day.

Snoozing peacefully, facedown in nothing but a pair of rainbow stripped panties, Dee had lay snoring with all but one leg under her mess of blankets. It was almost 10am, and her parents, brother, and Aunt Viv decided the best way to work off their heavy breakfasts was a swim at the lake. The lake was a half mile from the house through a winding trail of trees and bush, a fact Uncle Aiden undoubtedly took into account when he chose to hang back and relax. Unfortunately for the man’s slumbering niece, his idea of relaxing was a far cry from sitting on the porch reading a book, or lounging in a hammock.

He’d started by gently stroking the bottom of her one upturned bare foot. She’d twitched, grumbled and returned to her original position. Aiden swiped the teen’s heel and she pulled her leg a little higher. Warm sunlight beamed through the bedroom window and Dee, slightly disturbed but not quite awake, kept dreaming. The third attempt, when her uncle quickly dashed five fingertips across her sole, that was the one which made the redhead’s eyes spring open. Rolling onto one side, the nearly-nude girl exposed her ample bosom as she peered wearily toward the bottom of her bed.

From a half-awake squint to wide eyed surprise, Dee had immediately slapped one arm across her chest. Shocked into the waking world, it had taken a moment to get her bearings, at which point the curvy teen had begun fumbling for her blanket. She’d almost got it too, only for Aiden to snag the other end and whip it clean from the bed. Then, in what was perhaps the worst thing the comely young redhead could ever have thought to wake up to, the sinister older man made that leering, evil grin.

Of course she’d tried to get away, thrown her pillow at him, and with one arm still wrapped around her chest lunged for the side of the bed. Dee never made it to the floor. Aiden was on her immediately, muscular arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back to the center of the mattress. Screaming, calling for help, it did no good as her uncle’s vile fingers dug in, squeezing at her sensitive sides and making her flail. Collapsing, the poor teen had done what she always did, what she couldn’t help but doing, fallen into a giggling, squealing heap, begging for mercy. Mercy, as it rarely if ever was, wasn’t not on her uncle’s mind that day.

For what felt like hours, Aiden had held his scantily clad niece against her bed sheets, jabbing fingers exploring every squishy, terribly ticklish crevice he could find. For at least ten minutes he pretended to count her freckles, poking each one and certainly prodding a few spots where there weren’t any. A good while was spent holding both arms over her head, the teen’s dainty wrists pinned by one large hand as the athletic man straddled her. His free hand would roam over every inch of unprotected skin as she laughed and laughed, as breathless as she was helpless.

Wheezing, teary eyed and exasperatingly aroused, Dee had barely been able to start crawling away when her uncle finally climbed off the bed. Naturally, Aiden didn’t let the poor girl out of his grip because he was suddenly awash with empathy. Instead, right as the topless teen turned over and raised herself up on hands and knees, the sadistic fellow threw her own blanket over her head. Flying into a sightless panic, she’d pushed and scratched against the cover, anything to be free of it, but Uncle Aiden had other ideas.

Engulfing his struggling niece, the muscular man pulled the blanket down further over her, no matter how much she fought. Within seconds the busty young woman was cocooned almost entirely, save for her tiny, bare and unbearably ticklish feet. Coiling one arm around the redhead’s ankles, Aiden trapped the edges of the blanket around her lower legs, naked soles protruding between his bicep and chest. Trapped in the total and claustrophobic dark, Dee had howled with shrieking laughter, pleading as her uncle’s five free fingers danced mercilessly over her arches, insteps and toes.

Squished under Luli’s bosoms, ten fingers frolicking around her midriff, the memory of Uncle Aiden at the lakehouse still managed come through with striking clarity. All in all the whole ordeal from her rude awakening to being trapped inside her own blanket must have lasted no more than half an hour. Just as it did now, with the two impish girls tickling her ribs, tummy and sides, every minute under her uncle’s fiendish fingers had felt a great deal longer than it really was. As any truly, excruciatingly ticklish person knows, even thirty seconds of fingertips wiggling across their skin can feel like a lifetime of torture in the moment. Dee, tragically, was no exception.

“HHHHUUHFF!” A loud, whooping breath pushed the fiery haired girl’s chest up when Luli stood upright. Wei finally pulled back as well, their bound tickle toy taking one great heave of air after another.

“Tut.” Yumao sneered, her iron grip around the panting girl’s ankles no less forgiving than before the onslaught had begun. “Before we come to America I tell my girls, western women are no different than Chinese. All people the same. They say to me, girls in the west are slut, always so horny. I try to tell them no, all the same, but now I look at you-“ The older woman’s intimidating glare looked directly between the breathless girl’s legs with laser accuracy. “And I think, maybe I am wrong.”

Dee didn’t need to look, she could feel the dampness of her arousal had already soaked through her panties and catsuit. A dark wet patch right between her thick thighs, it might as well have been a neon billboard that read ‘I’m turned on!’. It was in those moments, particularly over the last five years, with multiple eyes upon her, that the freckle-faced girl always felt at her most vulnerable. The moment when the person or people tickling her noticed how cruelly the young woman’s libido had betrayed her. Her ex-boyfriend, her uncle, Jai Lin, Mr. Lucas and all the girls, every one of them used it has a motivator, a flimsy excuse to use Dee’s own body against her.

“Please!” A bead of sweat trickled down the severely-blushing girl’s temple as she shook a strand of curly hair from her face. “Nomorenomore!”

“Were you not listening before?” Yumao’s eyes narrowed. “What did I say about repeating myself?”

“I don’t….I don’t know! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Dee stared down over her bare breasts. There was not so much as a hint of sympathy in the stern woman’s eyes.

“You will be tickled.”

“N-nono! Nonono!” The desperate, red-faced girl shook her head but Yumao’s attention had already turned to her underlings.

Their mistress rattled something off in Mandarin and like the obedient minions they were, Luli and Wei immediately leapt into action. Terrified by what her tormentors would do next, Dee struggled to regain her composure. Continuing to catch her breath, the flustered girl couldn’t shake the tingling feeling of those ten teasing fingers running unimpeded across her body. Together, the pair of ticklers disappeared briefly behind the top of the counter, returning either side of their captive with a pair of scissors each. Evidently the drawers they’d discarded earlier were home to a number of assorted items, a fact the distraught girl suddenly wished she’d paid more attention to.

“I told them to cut your clothes off.” Yumao stated plainly. “It will be much easier for us to tickle you that way.”

“Oh pleaseplease! Don’t!” Dee writhed as the two women at her sides each used one hand to hold her arms steady while their other hands guided the scissors toward her shirt-cuffs. “I can’t stand it! I’ll die! I’m begging you!”

“And you will continue to beg, I am sure. Now keep still.” The stern woman said as the other two intruders sliced neatly down the length of both their prisoner’s sleeves. “And while you lay there, becoming more nude by the second, I want you to take this time to consider a few moments from now. Luli and Wei will be tickling you again, finding all of your most ticklish spots. It is the natural order of things, don’t you see? The ticklish must be tickled.”

“Th-that’s not fair!” The bare breasted captive stammered as the last of her sleeves fell apart. Taut, silky underarms now fully exposed, the hapless young woman visibly cringed when the dual scissors started cutting through the material alongside her ribcage.

“I agree.” Yumao smirked, one pair of chomping blades splitting the redhead’s white suit just below the zipper and turning the top half to tatters. “But fairness was not taken into account when the laws of the jungle were written.”

The laws of the jungle, Dee thought as Luli and Wei tugged the torn top half of her catsuit down toward her full hips, it was all gibberish. If the older woman’s words made sense at all her curvy captive was in no state to understand them. Jungle or not, all the bubbly girl knew was there was now nothing protecting her torso, the philosophy behind it be damned. Together the pair of scissor-wielding hellions started slicing further down and Dee pushed her curvaceous butt into the granite. A hopeless, instinctive effort to keep from being further stripped, and one that hardly so much as slowed her panties from being revealed. Red with small white polka dots, she’d dreamed of wearing them on a date one day. Alas.

“My girls are very excited.” Said the older woman as Luli and Wei pulled the last pieces of shredded catsuit away and tossed it to the floor, leaving Dee is nothing but her slippers and panties. “They like you a lot, horny American.”

“Please…please I know I’m ticklish but…but…” Stammering for something, anything to say, the nearly nude girl looked anxiously back and forth between the two younger women as they each placed their scissors a top the washers and dryers.

“I think when all this is over, maybe we take you back with us.” Yumao spoke in such a serious tone it was impossible to tell truth from sinister teasing. “How would you like that, hmm? You are a tickle-slut, aren’t you? We can bring you to China, keep you as our naughty little pet.” As the nightmare of such a scenario unfolded in the trapped girl’s mind, Luli and Wei had turned back toward her. Their mistress continued, “You will like it there. We will chase you through the halls and punish you everyday. There will be no escape, our home is deep among the mountains. Tickled and tickled and tickled all day.”

“Please n-“ Dee squeaked and before she could finish both Luli and Wei pounced. Assaulted from either side, the buxom girl squealed loudly, rolling madly as twenty skilled fingertips danced across her supple sides and tummy. “EEEIIIEHEEHEE! N-NOHO! AAHEEHEEE!”

Tossing and turning, the topless girl’s bare bosoms shook freely, the hefty weight of each breast rocking in the open. Across her milky, sweat-slicked skin, speedy digits stroked over squishy flesh, racing around her navel and poking at her overworked sides. Well trained fingertips pinched along the edges of Dee’s freckled boobs, following the creases where her jiggling bust met heaving ribs. Lightening fast excursions shot into the howling girl’s painfully ticklish underarms, five finger flurries that made her shriek and were over as quickly as they began.

Squealing, barely coherent pleas fought to push aside the crazed girl’s chaotic laughter. A riotous, helpless mess, the voluptuous young woman’s curly hair tossed uncontrollably about her contorting face. Freckles almost drowned out by the deep red of her cheeks, Dee’s eyes turned from wide to shut tight and back again at total random. Her full lips spread into a wide, open mouth grin like some cackling lunatic, bottom lip turning out and drooping sporadically from ticklish misery. Button nose permanently wrinkled, the practically nude captive couldn’t make a single move away from the torture and couldn’t stop laughing because of it.

“NOOOEEEHAHAHA!” Dee exploded anew as the two girls tickling her put all their attention straight into her stretched underarms.

Arching her back, the fitfully fighting girl roared as ten fingertips spidered from the undersides of her quivering biceps to the upper edges of her breasts. No longer capable of forming full words, the few attempts she did make to beg only came out as blubbered cries. Further down the countertop, as her stomach heaved and hips bucked, Dee’s thighs quaked and her knees kicked what little they could, her tiny slippers flailing at the end of her tightly held legs. More beads of steamy sweat drizzled down the maddened girl’s crimson face, the mix of Luli’s long nails on one side and Wei’s dainty fingertips on the other making even fully formed thoughts a lost cause.

“You should be thankful, in a way.” Yumao mused while the shapely girl wailed mindlessly atop the counter. “So few people come to understand their place in the world. It is our folly as human beings, don’t you agree? But you, Dee, you are one of the ticklish and so that is your place. You do not like it, that is clear, despite what your body tells you, yet there must be comfort in knowing where you stand. You are to be tickled, there is nothing else to it. It is your purpose.”

Dee didn’t know or much care what was being said. The next thing to come out of the older woman’s mouth was another string of Cantonese, and the respite that followed didn’t fill the wheezing girl with hope. A touch watery-eyed, the heavily panting girl could only whimper as Luli and Wei moved down toward their boss, poking her belly and making her squeal as they strolled by. She giggled again when the pair grabbed at her hips, squirming in protest as Yumao finally released her ankles, only to be forcibly rolled onto her stomach. Face down, Dee’s large bosoms ballooned out from either side, her wide butt arcing high above the small of her back.

“I am serious about taking you to China, you know.” Pulling their captive’s legs together, the stern leader of the trio held her ankles so the her upturned slippers dangled off the end of the countertop. “Maybe you thought I was joking, but you will learn I do not enjoy jokes. Making people laugh, that is another matter. That I enjoy very much.”

“W…why?” The poor girl mewled weakly as she looked wearily back over one shoulder. To her left, Luli was climbing up onto the counter, her movements smooth and catlike. “Why me?”

“Have we not discussed that already?” Yumao kept the busty redhead’s feet clamped together. “Do you forget these things, or are you intentionally trying to frustrate me?”

“No…no I-unh!” Dee winced as she felt Luli straddle the backs of her knees, the slender intruder’s tight buns pressing down upon her legs. “There’s so many girls here, you could torture any of them…why pick me?”

“All the others were taken.”

Furrowing her brow, the redhead’s stomach sank at the thought. A dozen different questions ran through her mind, yet any notion of deducing an answer was forgotten the second she felt curious fingers plucking at her panties. Hooking her fiendish little digits under the elastic at the back of Dee’s underwear, Luli tugged gently downward. Thrusting her hips into the granite top, the curvy girl’s plump butt cheeks flexed as she strained to keep her last real item of cover. Tugging a little harder, the kneeling girl looming over her peeled the dotted panties back, sliding them over the prisoner’s creamy white buns.

“Wait…wait, please wait…” Feeling her pussy quiver as the sopping panties pulled free from the crease between her thighs and now bare ass, the feverishly aroused girl grinded her hips lewdly. Her voice mousy and strained, Dee’s every nerve ending was on full alert for the slightest unbearable touch. “If-if this is about Jai Lin, I was going to leave…I was! I-I shouldn’t even be here!”

“What’s the expression?” Yumao squeezed the bound girl’s ankles a little tighter. “Could have, would have, should have…?”

“Oh no, please really I’m not-“ The bare assed girl wriggled frantically, her panties now bunched halfway down her thighs.

“Tickee tickee!” Luli teased and sent all ten of her razor sharp talons spidering across the buxom captive’s butt cheeks.

“EIEEEHAHA! NOTHERE! AHAHAHAAA!” Dee thrashed, her big curvy buns bouncing under the frolicking nails.

With a feathery, grazing caress the mischievous minion’s cruel claws ran from the top of the screeching girl’s behind and down to the backs of her abysmally sensitive thighs. Flickering along the dreadfully ticklish crease, Luli playfully danced her nails until they met in the middle and hurriedly scampered up again. Spasming violently, Dee laughed wordless and shrill as she felt the devastatingly light touch stroke between her cheeks, circling her tailbone before repeating the whole unendurable process again and again. It was hardly a pattern one could get used to, even so the devilish tormentress had been taught much the same lessons as her curly haired victim and soon switched tactics. Pinching quickly up the center of each bouncing bun, Luli kept the poor girl howling as tears started trickling down her anguished face.

Apparently not wanting to miss out on all the dubious fun, Wei let her friend carry on for several hellish minutes before joining in. Wandering to the head of the countertop, the nubile young woman pressed herself up against Dee’s aimlessly reaching hands and ran her fingers down the naked girl’s arms. Slipping her dainty hands around the redhead’s freckled shoulders, Wei let her fingertips burst out across the girl’s smooth hollows, tickling both underarms without mercy.

“YYYEEEEIHEEHEE!” Bucking furiously, the forcibly restrained girl threw her head back, arms shaking rapidly as she tried to fight off the bewildering double attack.

Lost in hyperticklish turmoil, Dee’s thoughts where a whirring cacophony of panic, torment and unstoppable arousal. Unaware of anything beyond the twenty fingers driving her ever deeper into lunacy, the voluptuous prisoner hadn’t once realized that Yumao’s unbreakable grip was no longer needed to keep her from kicking. With Luli sitting atop the back of her knees, the screaming captive could barely move her lower legs, only frantically wiggling her slippers off the edge of the counter. It was a disastrous fact and one the older woman took her time before taking advantage of.

Releasing the stripped girl’s ankles, Yumao stood back and stretched before hooking the tip of one index finger under the back of her dangling slipper. With a quick flick of her wrist, the wryly smiling woman plucked the right piece of footwear free, revealing the buttery soft sole underneath. Repeating the unnoticed action, she popped the left slipper away too, leaving the last two pieces of Dee’s protection haphazardly on the ground below. Now bare foot, the completely unaware prisoner’s tiny toes and nightmarishly ticklish feet were squirming out in the open.

Rather than work up to it, Yumao went straight for raking her long nails down the full length of both disastrously delicate soles. An unnaturally loud squeal seized the comely girl’s body as ten pink tracks were drawn slowly over her tender heels, down her upturned arches and across the sinfully soft balls. Dee’s laughter turned berserk, the unholy triple attack in full swing as the older woman’s claws swirled and skittered back up her flailing bare feet. Utterly out of her mind, the bound redhead’s arousal immediately turned volcanic, her trapped and voluptuous body bucking beyond control. As her tiny feet struggled to cover one another, an unstoppable orgasm was already well underway.

“AH! EEEEEIIHAHAHA! AH! AH!” Hoarse moans broke through Dee’s unhinged cackling as she tensed every one of her muscles far harder than she could ever could have voluntarily.

More cries of unintended depravity burst out between breathless laughter, all three of the busty girl’s tormentors unleashing their full arsenal of terrible tricks. Wei’s nimble digits scribbled wildly under the buxom girl’s underarms, racing down to dig viciously at the bulbous sides of her bosoms every few seconds. Luli’s merciless butt tickling switched with maddening unpredictability, pinching, stroking and running freely between Dee’s bouncing ass cheeks. Those same deathly talons that frolicked across her butt also took their time to claw savagely up her sides, goosing her ribs and leaving patches of pink skin from the constant, suffocating contact. And, like she’d been trained by the devil herself, Yumao danced her own nails over every mind shattering inch of the helpless girl’s feet. Along the tops and between her tiny toes, forcing each one apart as they tried desperately to curl against all odds.

Sweat poured off the spasming prisoner as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Eyes and mouth open as wide as if she’d just seen an unholy horror, Dee howled, her curvy body trembling violently. Toes spreading, Yumao’s vicious nails skated straight underneath, the broken young woman propelled every further into her frenzied, perilous climax. Luli and Wei both clawed directly at their captive’s ribcage, twenty dreadful fingertips digging deep into every soft spot they could find.

As the rush of her orgasm slowed, a storm of tingles spread from the maddened girl’s fingers to her toes, pained laughter returning as the wicked trio’s attacks didn’t ease up even a little. Bucking in a puddle of her own, unwanted arousal, the noises that bellowed out of Dee’s voluptuous body varied from second to second, squealing, deep belly laughter, anguished cries and still the occasional lewd moan. No memories came anymore, no real thought of any kind, the normally bubbly girl had become a being of pure, excessive ticklishness. It was the only thing she knew, she was ticklish and she would be tickled. Yumao, Luli and Wei were all to happy to oblige.

What happened next, Dee never fully remembered. Drooling, sticky, sweat-soaked and stupefied, at some point the torture had come to an end. Maybe she’d passed out, certainly the exhausted girl had cum again at least once, probably more. What she did remember, the only thing she could recall as Luli and Wei had hoisted her stark naked body staggering off the countertop, was that Dee really hoped they weren’t putting her on a plane to China.


Running had to have been about the second worst way Romey Verbeck could think to get a workout. Weighing her options, staying at the mansion would have exposed her to the number one worst way, so running it was. Down several flights of narrow, hidden stairways and out a small utility door behind some hedges, the busty blonde had managed to slip away. Now, that one strand of dyed-blue hair bouncing against her round cheeks, Romey ran across the full length of the wide open front lawn. Her only hope was the tree line, nothing good lay with whatever madness was going down back at the mansion.

Mercifully, somehow, the curvy girl went crashing between two towering sequoias, crunching over sticks and forest debris. Making sure to go a few more meters, the breathless Kansas native got far enough in that she was confident no one would see her before keeling forward. Hands on her knees, Romey panted heavily, cheeks red from the unplanned bout of exertion. All she’d need do is catch her breath, then it’d be easy enough to wander through the dense wood without being spotted. Once at the fence-line things would get a little more tricky, especially since she’d left her phone back in The Garden. Even if she’d had it on her, the bosomy girl didn’t quite know who to call. Local law certainly couldn’t be trusted with a nubile young woman like herself. The only other option, Samuel Lucas, was a great deal more frightening.

Standing upright, cheeks puffing out as her breathing slowed, the confused escapee peered through the trees. Down a slight incline ahead lay the driveway, which even keeping to the trees would be easy enough to follow. Curiously, while deep in thought about her next steps, a growing humming noise caught Romey’s attention. Squinting further through the tree trunks and down the drive was movement, lights moving fast. A vehicle, more intruders maybe, the shapely girl thought and slowly stepped behind a tree. As the humming grew louder so too did the amount of lights, headlights to be exact, at least a half dozen pairs.

Within seconds six black SUVs roared by just down the hill, all the windows tinted black. Something was written on the sides, the same thing on each one in bold yellow lettering. Fast as they were, blurring through the small gaps she could see, Romey couldn’t accurately read any of it. Whoever they were, they were probably best avoided, at least until she better understood what was happening. Watching the new arrivals pass and disappear toward the mansion, the curvy girl pushed back from the tree, took one step and collided with a person.

“Ah!” Romey jumped, went to dash forward and instead was pulled back by a huge, muscular arm wrapping around her upperbody. “Hey! Wha-mmfff! MMMF!”

Her unseen assailant’s other hand cupped over the blonde’s mouth. It was an enormous paw that turned the puzzled girl’s words to muffled gibberish. Squirming and kicking up dirt and twigs, Romey felt the man’s muscles tense as her back was forcibly pressed up against his steely torso. He was at least a foot taller than the tiny, struggling girl and she’d been restrained enough in her twenty-four years to know fighting off a man that size was never going to happen.

“Shh shh.” The beastly man put his mouth right next to the restrained girl’s ear, bristly beard tickling at her neck.

“Mm!” Romey pulled her shoulder up as she winced.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth.” His voice was a deep baritone. “But if you scream…”

“Mm-mm.” Standing as still as she could, the trembling young woman made a noise resembling something like compliance.

“Good girl.” Said the bearded behemoth. Sliding his hand off Romey’s mouth, the towering fellow guided her gently forward and made her turn back toward him. Dressed all in black, with broad shoulders and burly arms, the surprisingly sneaky man had striking blue eyes and a biker-like black beard that made up for the complete lack of hair on his head. “Now then, where are you going?”

“Wait…” Staring up at the Herculean man with wide eyes, the comparatively tiny girl took full note of the fact one of his big hands was still held firmly around her right shoulder. “Wh-who are you?”

“Oh, my apologies little lady.” He grinned broadly and put his free hand open against his chest. “My name’s Holden, how do you do?”

“I…I’m not sure yet.”

“Fair enough.” Holden nodded agreeably, though Romey had seen enough smiles just like his to know he couldn’t be trusted. “There’s a lot going on today, I’ll give you that. With that in mind, I think it’s best you come with me.”

“Um…” Attempting to inch back a little, the comely girl’s expression soured when the grip around her shoulder tightened. “I uh…where are you going?”

“I haven’t really figured that out.” He shrugged. “All the same, we best be getting a move on.”

“No, no, that’s okay-“ Romey tilted her shoulder down and tried to twist away, the overly-friendly man’s hand holding firm.

“Aw, see, thing is-“ Holden stepped forward quick, wrapped his hands around the anxious girl’s wide hips and hoisted her off the ground. “It’s not up for debate!”

“Aiieee!” Squealing and waving her arms wildly, the bosomy blonde was thrown back, her body folding over one of the monstrous man’s shoulders. “No! Put me down!”

“Ah-ah, remember what I said about screaming?”

“Let me go!”

“Or did I forget to say?”

“Stop! Help! Heeeelp!” Romey beat the bottoms of her fists uselessly against her capturer’s back as he began lumbering further away from the drive. “Put me down! Put me down!”

“If you keep screaming-“ Rounding an especially thick tree, the sinewy man held one arm curled tight just under the curvy girl’s well-rounded butt. “I’m gonna tape your mouth shut, and if I’ve gotta tape your mouth shut, I’m gonna start ticklin’ ya, alright?”

“Ai!” The poor girl yelped as Holden’s other hand slapped sharply across her prominent behind. No one had tickled her in six months, a record and by a good stretch too. The thought of having wiggling fingers on her hypersensitive skin again caused her to swallow hard, and put an immediate stop to any resistance. Shuddering quietly and bouncing along in the big man’s grasp, Romey watched the forest floor as she was carried deeper and deeper into the woods.


Emma stepped out the elevator, Aleena just a step or two behind, though she hardly knew the older woman was there. The newly liberated slave had been talking on the ride down, some kind reassurances, explaining why the blame for those poor souls in The Garden didn’t fall on the guilt-stricken redhead. It didn’t matter, all Emma could think about were the looks on Wendy and Deena’s faces, shadows of their former selves. Prisoners, slaves, months and months of torture and all of it, all of it without exception, her fault.

Aimlessly putting one foot in front of the other, Emma wandered alongside the grand entryway stairs. A gormless expression across her freckled face, she stared out into nothingness, paying no attention to anything around her. Even as she and Aleena approached the beginning of the staircase the vengeful former journalist barely noticed that there was no longer anyone in the foyer. None of Gwendolyn Deveno’s men, none of the young women who were hogtied and scattered across the floor. All but empty. And the tall double doors, they were closed now, a fact that only dawned on the stunned girl when she came within a few short feet of them.

“Emma.” Came a sharp-spoken voice from behind.

Slowly, the witless young woman turned, mouth half open. Frowning quizzically, Emma looked passed Aleena to a lone blonde woman sitting upon the stairs. She had her elbows propped back on the next step up, a gun in one hand and a seal-blue jacket on over her regular clothing. Between the head full of horrors, the jacket, the gun, and the fact the woman’s hair was tied back now, it took a moment to recognize her. Whatever it was, through all that distraction it was that narrow-eyed stare of disdain that finally triggered Emma’s memory.

“Hannah?” The curly haired girl squeaked.

“My name’s Chloe, actually. Agent Chloe Beckett.” The woman who was definitely calling herself Hannah thirty minutes ago raised her other hand, a pair of silver metal handcuffs dangling from one finger. “F.B.I.”

I always look forward to your stories. You never disappoint! This was INTENSE!

Blxcknyte said:

I always look forward to your stories. You never disappoint! This was INTENSE!

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Thanks Blxcknyte! 😀

As always, amazing writing! No one quite shows appreciation for extremely voluptuous women being tickled like you do in your stories. Love it!