Amira Down Below *F/F (sexual, sadistic and cruel)

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To those who like my stories and have been awaiting continuations promised here is one I had 90% finished last year, it ties into the one about Sasha I posted a little while ago but you do not need to read them in tandem (I had to delay I think as Sasha appears in this story). You will need to read this story if you have not done so already but could probably enjoy it without.

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Amira screamed in terror as she fell, still secured to the stocks. The cold air tugged at her hot flesh as she fell her cute stolen top offering her skin little protection. After what felt like an eternity of darkness and the air driving up against her trembling body as she fell, the stocks came to an impossible halt with the sound of a sombre tolling bell as they ceased their descent and set themselves firmly into the rock hewn floor of a dimly lit cavern. There were torches on the walls in sconces and Amira trembled, not sure how any of this was possible. The fall should have killed her and shattered the stocks into kindling, bit here she sat quivering in the torch-lit cavern.

Amira glanced around at her surroundings, there were torture devices that could restrain a dozen victims a hundred ways alongside feathers and torture instruments strewn on the empty benches and trays. She was aware of a figure standing to her left but chose defiantly to not look in that direction. This was all clearly a dream, if she didn't engage with whatever monster was waiting for her to look up maybe she would dream of something else or wake up.

"Amira!..... Amira!... Definitely on my naughty list!" A familiar female voice intoned before continuing

"Twelve counts of shoplifting, twenty-eight counts of not paying for public transport... and one count of not opening the door to an elevator for an overwhelmed blonde business-woman and then proceeding to press all the buttons before getting off at the next floor and using the stairs to double back..... You completely ruined that woman's day!...."

Amira remembered that day. She had taken off her bourka and thick dress before using the stairs to go back to the lobby so she could observe the frustrated woman in the lobby and watch her curse and swear and loose the carefully applied veneer of cool professionalism. Amira was certain that this was a dream; she couldn't place the voice and could no longer resist taking a look at the woman who spoke like a bored secretary. Her eyes widened in shock, it was her old school teacher Miss Peacock.

"And that is just your list of naughtiness for this year!...." The woman finalised.

Miss Peacock had been a stern but fair teacher who Amira had liked at school. The boys had always mucked around making puerile jokes because her name had the words 'pee' and 'cock' in it. Amira had sat at the front and liked to watch the way her teacher, a young woman in her mid to late twenties would dangle her black high heels or flats from her toes or occasionally take them off and play with them with her toes when the class was told to read or work silently. Some of Amira's earliest fantasies had involved tickling this teacher, but these had been long forgotten as they were softer and less sadistic than those she had moved on to in her twenties. Plus, Amira had liked Miss Peacock; since although the brunette teacher had always made sure to include her she never made the shy Amira read out loud in class or be the centre of attention in any way.

Now the slender teacher held a clip board and clicked her pen impatiently. She was wearing the professional clothes Amira remembered, black tights and high heels with a smart grey skirt that matched her jacket and concealed a white frilly blouse.

"I suppose you think I must be disappointed Amira?" The impossible spectre of her teacher asked.

"You are not real!" Amira quietly replied

"I will try not to take too much offense at that..." Her teacher softly replied.

"This isn't real..." Amira quietly said to herself closing her eyes and hoping for a dreamless sleep.

"Does this feel real?... Amira?" Her teacher asked, changing to flutter her nails the exact way the red haired elf had on stage earlier.

Amira squealed and shrieked struggling against the stocks despite knowing full well they would hold just as they had on stage. If the fall didn't break them, escape was impossible but still Amira struggled.

"I chose a visage I thought you would like Amira.... I captured Miss Peacock a few years ago with one of my photo booths and saw you in her memories...." Her teacher explained, the voice no longer that of Miss Peacock but the red haired elf.

It was a subtle change that Amira didn't acknowledge as she recovered from the sudden unexpected dose of tickle torture.

".... Of course Miss Peacock doesn't like to tickle others, she likes to be tickled herself.... Or least she does now!"

As she spoke the slender brunette took a few steps to stand behind Amira putting her hands on the young woman's shoulders and directing her attention to an old black and white TV-set that had appeared in front of the stocks. On screen a slightly older Miss Peacock struggled in a set of stocks not unlike the ones Amira was sat in now. Only the struggling teacher's arms were not raised above her head but secured within the stocks to wither side of her feet and the unfortunate woman was still wearing her shoes. Amira noted her former teacher had aged well as she watched the points of the struggling woman’s high heels wiggle as the woman on-screen frantically struggled and stammered;

"Where am I?.... What is this!.... I was just getting my passport photo!"

Amira watched aghast as the TV screen showed a number of terrible dark figures, like something from a horror movie surround the struggling woman. A furry clawed hand slowly removed her high heels leaving her feet squirming in their stockings.

"It took so long to convince her that deep down she longed for merciless tickle-torture!..." The voice from behind Amira purred.

On screen her teacher let out an 'eeep!' as a clawed hand was slowly drawn down her long stocking-clad sole. It was followed by a shy smile that Miss Peacock quickly hid. Slowly her soles were tickled more and more, making her giggle and squeal between demands to know where she was and desperate pleas to be released.

Despite her terror Amira felt something deep within her stirring as she watched her former teacher wiggle her toes in their nylons. She quite forgot her own terror as she watched the fabric gradually form ladders and tears under the sharp talons and claws before being ripped away to reveal a pair of flawless pale feet. Despite being a black and white image Amira detected a certain pinkness and purple toe-nail polish. The video changed to show the soft bare feet struggling against toe-ties which reminded Amira of her own plight. Curling her own short toes Amira wondered how long it would be until whatever held her captive would have its way with her captive sensitive body.

"You are wondering how long it is until I tickle torture you...." The voice from behind her began before adding;

"Not long!" The cruel voice ominously declared leaving Amira to squirm and struggle.

On screen Amira's favourite teacher was now stretched out on rack in only her black bra and panties being tickled by a dozen teenage girls in old fashioned school uniforms. Amira guessed the ticklers were between their late teens and early twenties, resembling a gaggle of women on a hen night more than actual school-children. Miss Peacock was red faced and screaming although there was no longer any sound to the video. The girls used feathers on her upper body and fingers to tickle the struggling teacher's feet and legs.

"...Of course you are going to get to deliver some tickle torture as well while you are down here, I might even get my copy of Miss Peacock out for you to play with..." The voice continued as its owner strutted around the stocks.

Amira trembled as a woman dressed as secretary paced into view from where Miss Peacock had been stood behind her. The strange woman wore red half-moon spectacles below two goat's horns that adorned her temples poking out from between locks of brown hair like something from a higher quality Halloween costume. The woman's gait was peculiar and it took Amira a few seconds to realise that the woman also had the legs of goat.

"Actually the two of you would be a good pairing up top as well. Poor thing is so terrified of being found out she keeps going to America and Australia to get the merciless tickle torture she so desperately craves...." The half-goat half-secretary continued.

On screen Miss Peacock was now completely naked stretched out tightly by four chains so her body was a perfect X. Her chest was pulled forwards by two slender chains that were clamped to her nipples. Every single spot of her naked heaving body was being tickled by fingers and feathers, exactly who these belonged to Amira couldn't make out as the image focused on her former teacher's torment. What Amira did spot was the feathers being used on the poor woman's undercarriage and womanhood.

"This cannot be real!" Amira insisted.

"Oh you want real? Perhaps you would like to watch your replacement up on stage..." The secretary offered running a finger in the smooth hollow of her victim's underarm making her flinch.

The TV set changed to show the blonde woman struggling in the stocks as Ellie and Gothie tickled her stocking-clad feet. Amira could tell that the woman wore red stockings and despite her own situation loved watching the long perfect toes wiggle under the sheer nylon. The elf with pig tails began holding back the woman's toes for her friends. As she laughed the blonde's make-up began to run down her face. Amira realised she had seen the woman sobbing earlier and she was also the bait these people had used to lure her into the stocks.

"Oh yes, we are going to have fun with this one! You can too if you like...." The secretary explained as the TV showed the blonde's bare feet getting the same treatment Amira had endured on stage.

".... A bit tricky as I have not technically... Obtained... her yet..." The secretary continued as the screen showed the blonde's bare feet struggling against toe-ties as electric flossers were worked between them.

"But I can pause you here and un-pause you once I have her in such a way that neither you, or anyone else will notice the seam..." The secretary continued.

Amira remembered something Ellie had said earlier 'You will get used to her tricks in time' there was definitely a double meaning to the word 'time' she thought as the question she had avoided asking bubbled up into her mouth.

"Who are you?" Amira asked, dreading the answer and hating that she had even engaged this spectre.

"I could ask you the same thing, the face you wear is not your own" Her captor replied.

Amira trembled as the strange woman reached towards her chin, she flinched and struggled certain that the tickle-torture was about to resume. Instead the strange woman pinched something just under her chin and began to lift the magical mask.

"Yes... I know your friend Ellie said 'This is the only time anyone else will be able to do this' but you are outside of time down here so this doesn't count!" Her captor purred as she lifted the mask.

Amira quivered and begged incoherently she had forgotten all about the mask but now remembered the strange café under the arch of holly and ivy and the mirror before she had magically been transported on stage. The mask felt less like a wondrous gift and more like a fetter as her captor lifted it up on the invisible hinges revealing her true face.

"I would be reluctant to have you down here if it wasn't for this!..." Her captor continued, before adding; "for starters I don't want the competition!"

Amira trembled, it was like the strange woman could see into her soul. She kept her sadistic side well-hidden and presented herself as a quiet, well behaved respectful woman but privately longed to inflict unspeakable torments on those she considered 'too pretty' or 'in need of punishment'.

"There is also the risk that you are a spy sent by an old rival with a score to settle, did anyone send you here?" The strange secretary asked softly tickling Amira's underarms and sides with fingers that seemed to turn into feathers upon contact.

"Nooo-hoo-hooo! I don't know... Hoo...hoo... Noo!"Amira wailed shocked by the sudden tickly sensations.

Her captor tickled from her tummy down to her legs before seeming to grow an extra two pairs of arms so she could tickle her victim's sides, underarms and thighs all at the same time. Amira was beside herself both being suddenly overstimulated by the sudden onslaught and bewildered by the impossible spectre delivering it to her small sensitive body.

"Please!..... No-one sent me!... I just!.... Please!... Ha!...ha!... Stop!. I..I can't!.... I'm not!...." Amira begged incoherently before reached the point of desperation and wailing...

"No!.... Stop tickling me!.... Please!....."

Her captor paid no mind and settled in at her still toe-tied feet and drove the poor petite woman to the agonising point of silent laughter. Amira's soles were soft and tender, like ripe fruit: an irresistible target for the sadist who was able to conjure flossers and electric toothbrushes for the small trapped toes and delight in the pure canvas of torment that were the soft plump arches beneath. As the cruel woman tickled the very chair of the stocks upon which the small woman sat came alive with tickling fingers and feathers that explored every inch of soft tender skin. Her captor smiled as she used every tool in her psychic arsenal to tickle her victim to madness. She knew full well she was not a spy, but decided to push her to breaking point anyway just in case. It was expected of her, what kind of cruel dungeon-keeper would have a stocked victim at their mercy and not do such a thing....

Finally the demon-tickler relented as her victim reached the point where even ten more seconds would break something in her fragile anatomy, maybe a blood vessel in her brain. Her captor considered tweaking the rules of physics to keep the torture going without that happening but decided not to, curious to know just how far this short sadistic woman could be pushed she stopped the torment and spoke.

"...Because Amira.... my scrying suggests you researched the show without external prompting?" The cruel goat-woman added, as if nothing had just happened.

The TV screen showed Amira using her phone whenever she could, images flickered into the poor woman's consciousness that had just been pushed almost to the point of madness. She saw her own face as if viewed through the cracked mobile phone screen her husband had broken in a futile rage.

"I.... I.... I... saw it last year.... I liked.... liked seeing.... the... the.... women.... women getting tick..tick... tickled..." Amira offered weakly thought ragged breaths.

"Ah yes! Last year! That was a good vintage!" Her captor declared.

As the strange secretary spoke the TV showed images of the red haired woman Amira had watched getting tickled on stage last year. Images that had been burnt into her memory from re-visitation after re-visitation were fresh and crisp on the screen like she was seeing them live again with her own eyes.

Next the screen showed Ellie in the stocks being tickled by her gothic friend and the elf with the pigtails. The scenes flickered as if to show Amira all of her favourite parts, until suddenly the screen showed her something she did not remember. Ellie struggled in her bonds, but not on stage, in the strange cavern in which Amira now found herself. The screen flickered and showed the gothic elf and the kinky elf with pigtails struggling in the same way, sometimes sitting sometimes kneeling but always struggling to escape.

"Oi! Get me out of here you creeps!" The elf with pigtails demanded.

"Oh yes! When I catch a good one I often incorporate them into my shows. These three have been particular favourites...." The strange woman beamed tapping one of her cloven hooves on the cavern floor in approval.

The screen showed Ellie and the red-haired woman from last year getting tickled by a mixture of battered painted wooden elves and terrible goblin-type creatures in the cavern. Then the TV showed the gothic elf squirming in the same stocks and then the elf with pig-tails. Amira watching them beg and squirm as the wooden elves tickled them, she had always fantasised about racking or stocking her victims and beheld the kneeling position with fascination as it seemed an effective way to access all the best tickle-spots at once.

It was clear the poor women were desperate and not able to protect any of their most sensitive spots. Amira found the scenes both terrifying and intriguing.

"Why didn't you make Miss Peacock an elf then?" Amira asked in a daze, still recovering from her ordeal.

"Oh wrong time of year poppet!... I caught that one in the spring. I could bring her in somehow though..." Her captor mused imagining the sexy control freak as part of her festive frolics.

The screen showed the elegant and professional Miss Peacock line her face up within a circle and then suddenly drop. Amira remembered her captor saying something about photo booths, and had a deep sinking feeling that this cruel sadist trapped thousands of innocent women this way. If she could use photo booths the way she used the stocks on stage she could have her pick of ticklish women. Then screen then changed to show a red-faced Miss Peacock begging on a padded horizontal X-frame. The sexy school girls who had previously been shown tickling her on the bed were now tormenting her in tight bondage. Two of them cruelly tickled each foot with their long fingernails whilst two more used electric flossers on her toes. Four more teased her underarms and bare breasts with feathers whilst a red haired woman in a cheerleader's outfit was kneeling between the professional woman's legs and delivering an evening crueller torment.

Amira was shocked, there had been some implication of this kind of torture from the kneeling videos of Ellie and the other two elves but she watched as the cruel red-head slowly ran a stiff goose plume up and down between the begging woman's legs. Her former teacher was howling as her humiliation continued with a small fine paintbrush being used to tease her dripping wet pussy.

"LET ME CUM!!! PLEASE!!" Amira heard her former teacher crying piteously.

A part of Amira didn't understand where her teacher wanted to go, not understanding the word 'cum'... another part understood that this was a form of sexual torture. She remembered how frustrating it had been when the elves poured snow on her on stage and how hot she got as the elves finally tickled her to the point that something seemed to just give.

The sorority girls at Miss Peacock's feet had stopped tickling to take it in turns to kiss their struggling captives soles. Ice cubes were being drawn over the poor woman's trembling red hot body that quivered with anticipation.

"Admit it! Admit you like being our tickle toy!"

"Okay! Okay!.... I admit it! Anything please just.... I can't take being teased anymore!"

"That isn't good enough! You need to admit you love being tickled!" A brunette student barked.

"....We can do this all night! We can keep you on the edge of a climax for centuries down here! We have all eternity to make you beg!" A blonde cheerleader leered and threatened, her cruel face intense with bright blue eyes.

"No!!!.... just let me orgasm! I can't take any more!!!...." The desperate teacher wailed.

Amira was shocked. She had never considered tickling another woman's genitals but something about the way the cruel bitches had her favourite teacher as their play-thing was scintillating to her sadism. They could have made her do anything they wanted....

"It took literally years.... That control freak was still fighting me to the last even as she begged. Had I not broken her though, she would still be miserable now.... The only way for her to get the control she desperately begged was to give over control, to the right person of course!"

The screen changed to show Miss Peacock stretched out tight on a torture rack in latex fetish-wear adorned with padlocks to keep the shiny black faux-leather panties and bra in place. Amira watched as dozens of hungry hands tickled every inch of sensitive skin.

"....Now she finds release by letting strangers tickle her to orgasm... Just so you know Amira, underneath those chainmail re-enforced panties is a special vibrating device designed to keep her on the edge of orgasm if she remains still. The more she squirms the harder it buzzes away inside of her, and the more-poor Miss Peacock climaxes the more ticklish she becomes. It is unbearable for her, but she craves it! She can only get the relief she needs this way... being tickled without mercy for as long as her body can take it, until she passes out only to have buckets of ice cold water thrown over her so that the torture can resume..."

"I like you humans!.... You are so imaginative sometimes...." The strange woman beamed as she started to toy with Amira's soft helpless soles again.

"Humans?..." Amira asked between giggles and squirms, hoping that if she kept the odd woman engaged in conversation she would avoid another torture session.

"Yes humans!... So much more fun that all those non-ticklish dolphins, elephants and squid creatures of this acurséd rock!" Her captor replied with venom encasing her victim’s soles in sheer nylon.

Amira shrieked at the sudden unexpected sensation. She had never worn sheer nylons or stockings before, only getting the cheapest and most hard-wearing hosiery. Still Amira had hungrily eyed the sexy legs and feet on the packaging displayed with such products in supermarkets, imagining having those ticklish feet at her mercy. Now her own toes squirmed under the sheer fabric as a sort of electricity danced in-between and around them. Even without stimuli the stockings made the sensitive Amira shiver. Her captor couldn't resist giving the small feet a tickle.

"No!..." Amira begged, the new sensation of being tickled in nylons making her squirm and release that the toe-ties were at last gone.

"Hmm! You have never worn sheer nylons before, have you Amira?" Her captor asked dominantly. Amira tried to reply but was lost in laughter.

"Did you know that the right kind, like these make super-sensitive feet even more ticklish?"

Amira shook her lead between muffled please for the torture to stop.

"These would be enough to make simply having a fan blow air across your soles unbearable..."

Amira struggled, laddering the tights against her captor's cruel nails only to have the fabric seal itself up into a perfect prison for her still hypersensitive soles.

"Of course you, yourself are more vulnerable to torture with bare feet!..." Her captor announced, transforming the sheer fabric covering Amira's right foot back into tight toe-ties.

"So much more vulnerable to hairbrushes!" Her captor concluding scrubbing a stiff bobble headed hairbrush over her captive's taut arch

"Not to mention electric toothbrushes and flossers for these cute little toes!" Her captor added, loving having one barefoot and one stocking- clad sole to play with.

Amira shrieked and struggled looking so cute in her stolen watermelon print ensemble. Her chair seemed to come alive with tickling fingers again as tears ran down her face. Her underarms sides and thighs were explored until her hot little body exploded in an orgasm. It didn't build and seethe like the one on stage but hit her suddenly as her body could take no more.

"I love doing that!" Her captor beamed as her victim sat panting.

Amira enjoyed the brief respite curling and flexing the toes of her left foot in their nylon prison. As much as her captor enjoyed the show she was not done with the small cute feet just yet.

"And the post-orgasm sensitivity is just delightful!" She beamed seizing the toes of Amira's left foot in one hand and using her other three hands to resume tormenting both of the poor trapped soles.

Amira shrieked as the cruel talons resumed tormenting her trapped left arch. What felt like forty fingers danced a cruel dance. A hairbrush seemed to vibrate over her right arch which the fingers of the woman's remaining hand seeming to turn into electric flossers and glide effortlessly between her trapped hypersensitive soles. The stocks rattled and shook but held firm. The cruel chair came alive with fingers and feathers once more that probed and teased every single spot not covered by the small woman's watermelon print clothes. Amira positively seemed to vibrate in hysterical torment as her captor mused;

"It is strange... within yourself you are one hundred percent 'ler... But if I get you in a set of stocks and tickle you silly and you just Cum!... And cum!... And cum!...."

Amira couldn't focus as her body welled with passion once more. She could just about absorb the meaning of the word 'cum' as the next orgasm hit her hard. This time she had tried to fight it but the TV screen showed her clips of her favourite memories of tickle-torture and unseen clips of her favourite former teacher and the sexy elves getting tickled. The double whammy of over-stimulation combined with the delicious scenes of torment pushed Amira a red faced screaming tantrum that seemed to build and build as her heart beat faster and faster. Somehow the chair gagged her, her clothes seemed to come alive with little tickling fingers that explored every inch of skin they should have protected. The images from the TV filled her mind.

Two hands seemed to seize Amira's own hands as she tried to scrunch them hard into balls, somehow whatever held her hands tickled her palms whilst simultaneously holding her fingers. Her captor wanted torment without pain so used provided the gag and hands to stop her toy from biting down on her own lips or digging her nails into the palms of her hands. No opportunity for torment was missed, the gag began to tickle the roof of Amira’s mouth. The fabric of her cute watermelon print shorts started to tickle her womanhood making her climax even harder. The next orgasm arrived before the last one was finished, then another came impatiently, and another and another. Her captor knew she was pushing the poor thing too hard but wanted to see how much her new toy could take. As the final orgasm hit Amira suddenly something in her head went POP!

The next thing Amira knew she was standing, no longer in the stocks, her captor was stood with one hand to either side of her head whispering softly. Her head felt strangely cool where the woman was working, it felt to Amira as if her brain was being kitted back together.

"I am sorry poppet! I pushed you a little too far there.... Had some other humans just done that to you they wouldn't be able to put you back together again...."

Amira felt strangely comforted but also terrified. The torture session she had just endured had literally just broken her mind. The memory was vague but she knew she had been pushed beyond her ability to stand it until a part of her broke. The strange woman hummed a lullaby that was neither in English or Arabic but went to the tune of 'humpty dumpty'. Although Amira didn't understand the words she somehow understood that this 'Krampella' actually could put Amira back together again. Finally the short woman was able to open her eyes and look around at her surroundings.

Amira took a step forwards as she eyed the strange cavern only to stumble after the first click of her new high heel on the cavern floor. The strange woman steadied her and laughed as Amira realised she had enjoyed a costume change.

"I thought these would suit your new dominant role"

The woman purred. Amira was wearing nylons still but with black leather high heeled boots that exposed her arches and calves between buckled straps that ran from her ankles to just below her knees. Just above her stocking-tops Amira wore a short dress of pleated silk with dangling black leather studded straps hanging down from a black and silver belt. Her breasts were covered by two cups of black leather that were held in place by finer black and red straps adorned with silver and gold buckles and studs.

Amira admired herself wearing the new ensemble using the same dress sized mirror that had been in the strange café; how it had got here's, she had no idea but she liked the clothes so she accepted its presence. There seemed to be little point in questioning the way things worked down here. Amira was particularly enamoured with the boots that made her look tall and sexy, Amira had never felt sexy before. The heels split into three joined points like a trident facing down. Although Amira was unused to walking in heels after her first unsteady stumble it seemed impossible for her to fall over.

"Yes I thought you would like those, an upgrade for the ones I left for you in front of that charity shop..." The strange woman intoned.

Amira did not speak but raised one eyebrow quizzically. The TV in the corner showed her discovering the boots, Amira watched as her former self moved a piece of card out of the way as on screen she eagerly compared the soles of the boots to her natty old trainers with tape and cardboard to re-enforce the broken soles. Amira remembered those trainers and how good they had been before she wore them out. The TV screen focused on the card which read: 'Vom Krampella'

Amira marvelled at the revelation and the upgraded gift. Her new boots were amazing. As long as she strode dominantly she could not fall over no matter what. A principle her benefactor and former torturer explained as she taught her protégé how to move dominantly, undoing years of re-enforced submissiveness.

"So now that we have taught you to be dominant, who do you want to tickle first? The blonde or Miss Peacock?"

Amira stopped to think briefly, she was curious to see how this strange woman had a 'copy' of Miss Peacock but she could not hide her desire for the blonde bait which had got her up on stage.

"The blonde!" Amira replied with an eager smile, the sadism enhanced by her new make-up.

"Fantastic, as I mentioned I have not technically obtained her yet so I may need to turn myself into a snowman and freeze you in time...." The strange woman spoke as if all of this was perfectly normal. Transforming as she spoke.

Amira still getting used to her new dominant bearing, stumbled as the menacing snowman advanced on her like something out of a horror movie. She tried to remain dominant but her retreating steps betrayed her as she whimpered and slunk into a corner. The snowman cornered her and engulfed Amira within its cold body. Amira could not move. Her eyes were vaguely aware of the blonde being tormented in the stocks as she had been but her mind could make no sense of the images, it was like it was all happening at once.

Amira felt herself thaw out and stood from her half crouched position as the cavern came back into focus. The blonde was stretched out tight on a rack-like device comprising two sturdy stocks for each ankle and two ratchets pulling sturdy chains attached to padded leather manacles that held each of the blonde's delicate wrists. Amira marvelled at the display of bare flesh suspended horizontally for torment about waist high from the floor. She particularly liked the little stocks which held the poor blonde's slender ankles perfectly with padding. Long toes were held perfectly splayed by toe-ties. The blonde desperately struggled in a light brown burlap gown that seemed itchy and uncomfortable, it was held in place by a length hempen rope around the poor woman's waist. The wrist manacles each had a central bar that the blonde's fingers were tied to with leather thongs. The struggling blonde desperately struggled and fought but it was hopeless; her body was perfectly stretched out in bondage, the only points of contact being her ankles in the stocks and her wrists, every inch of sensitive skin being exposed as the itchy burlap gown was full of holes. Amira admired the toe-ties once more that held the blonde's long slender toes perfectly.

Like she was in a dream Amira accepted a long black feather from the goat-legged woman and ran it over the trapped toes which wiggled to no avail.

"Your plaything awaits!" The strange woman purred as she passed her sadistic protégé the feather, loving the fear in her victim's eyes and the sense of wonder in those of her new protégé.

The blonde frantically struggled as Amira added her fingernails to torment the blonde arches that were stretched taut and helpless, every nerve held tight at the surface waiting for torment. Amira admired her new fingernails; the short, rounded and unpainted nails she was used to were gone. They had been replaced by black talons painted with swirling designs in silver and gold. It wasn't something she had noticed before but she approved.

The blonde's soles were soft and perfect; halfway between pale and pink to begin with, they reddened with the torment that Amira couldn't resist inflicting. She traced the quill end of the feather up and down the blonde's right arch and was rewarded by new desperate attempts at escape and cries for help muffled by the black ball-gag. Like one of her fantasies brought to life she was handed electric toothbrushes, flossers and finally a hairbrush. None failed to torment the blonde's soles who was left panting and red in the face. Amira smiled at her handiwork as her mentor whispered in her ear;

"Yes.... This is the torture you have dreamed of inflicting upon women!.... And it is all really happening!.... It is really happening to her!...."

Amira took a few dominant strides to examine her prize. Gently exploring the blonde's exposed underarms and the backs of her outstretched knees, neither of which failed to provide a suitable response. The blonde struggled desperately to escape despite the fact her captor was only lightly teasing her sensitive skin with soft fingertips. In desperation the blonde tried to reach her new tormentor with her eyes, reaching out to plead for mercy.

"Yes I think you will find her upper body and legs entertaining..." The Dungeon Mistress explained, before adding: "But before we move on, do her soles deserve something else?"

The words came to Amira directly from one of her fantasies of condemning women to torture.

"THESE SOLES DESERVE GOATS!!!" Amira declared.

The blonde screamed her protests as the proclamation doomed her soles. From nowhere two battered rustic elf-like creatures brought goats and a bucket of brine, Amira paid them little attention her focus was entirely upon the blonde, she accepted a brush from one of the small gnome-like creatures.

Cruelly she applied the gooey brine to the blonde's right foot, being sure to get between her long struggling toes. Amira did the same to the blonde's left foot loving the way the brush tickled the hysterical blonde who was already screaming and thrashing in dread of the forthcoming torture.

The goats were tethered to the stocks and began to lick the blonde's soles with their long raspy tongues. The effect upon the blonde was apparent. She positively vibrated like a guitar string as she struggled, her bondage holding her perfectly. Amira watched the goats in wonder from by the blonde's right leg. Absent-mindedly she found herself tormenting the back of the blonde's knees again. Her mentor joined her from the other side. There was something hypnotic about watching the goats' tongue go up and down the poor blonde's soles.

As the goat's tongues began to explore the blonde's toes Amira was instructed in the best way to torment ticklish thighs, reaching up under the frayed burlap gown to tease the long pale thighs that grew pinker and hotter as she tickled.

"Do you want to know a secret?" The Demon Dungeon Mistress whispered in Amira's ears.

"If it involves tormenting this temptress...." Amira answered loving her new dominant persona.

"Unlike you, this temptress cannot climax simply by being tickle-tortured, but the more she gets tickled the hotter and hornier she gets...."

The whispered response intrigued Amira. She remembered the awful tickle torture she had been forced to endure on stage and the sensations welling within her. Despite the ferocious assault on her senses the overwhelming orgasm had come as a relief before her descent. She had never included it in her fantasies before but perhaps denying this blonde such a relief would be a good way to punish the harlot for being so tall and pretty...

First though it was time to scrub the blonde's soles. The goats had done their job and the red soles were in need of a good clean. Amira accepted a scrubbing brush and began the next torment. After scrubbing alongside mentor using a stiff bristled brush and then a softer brush built around a glove to torment the blonde's right foot she cocked her head at the Dungeon Mistress;

"I think that this torment would be better delivered by gnomes!" Amira announced, nodding at the gnome which held up the bucket of soapy water.

"Good thinking" her mentor replied, the gnomes took over the final scrubbing using toothbrushes to get the suds between the blonde's toes.

As the gnomes tickled the blonde, Amira explored her prizes' upper body curiously playing with the burlap robe. Her eyes flickered over the blonde’s desperately struggling form. The wretched creature was trying to reach her through tear-speckled eyes again but Amira had no pity. Still she liked the desperation in the light blue eyes.

"Is this thing making her itchy?" She asked quietly playing with the frayed burlap gown.

"A little bit..." Her captor replied fluttering a black hand of raven's feathers in the blonde's left armpit.

"Could it make her itch more, like the itching powder you used on stage with the other blonde and her mother last year?" Amira asked with quiet excitement.

"How about we make it turn into itching powder as it's wearer sweats?" The cruel demon-woman answered.

"Perfect!" Amira beamed.

The blonde was not sweating but the exertion of struggling had left her with a sexy sheen of odourless perspiration. She squealed and protested at the conversation, hating the way the two women talked about her. 'How could anyone be so cruel!' she wailed internally. Desperate at the nightmare of the itchy gown being used this way. Ignoring her muffled pleas and protests her captors examined her soles which had been scrubbed clean. Silently the each appraised the work as satisfactory. In fulfilment of her fantasy Amira announced;

"TIME TO ROAST THESE CONDEMNED SOLES!!!"

The blonde screamed into her gag as two electric heaters were positioned to roast her soles dry. Amira and her mentor applied oil after the remaining water gave the blonde's feet an initial broil. Amira gave the soles a testing tickle and smiled as she felt the quivering hot flesh tremble under her touch. The heater felt hot on the back of Amira's hand and she knew it was just right for the blonde's condemned soles. She knew the blonde was in no pain yet but her victim's terror was apparent. As she struggled the blonde's disintegrating garment ripped exposing her tummy. Amira laughed sadistically, running a long hot black stone up and down the blonde's arches.

"And I would say that they are about done!" The dungeon mistresses announced dispensing with the heaters.

The blonde's soles glowed, they were now at almost the peak of humanly possible sensitivity and cried out to be touched by the cruel fiends. Amira toyed with a spiky wheel, like the one that had been used on her own soles on stage. Judging its spikes sharp enough, she softly ran in up the blonde's right sole from the heel over the arch all the way to the ball of the blonde's right foot. Cruelly she practiced the same techniques that had been used on her own feet on stage, tracing a path across the top of the ball of the blonde's right foot just under the toes. Her mentor practised the same tortures to the blonde's left foot. Subconsciously Amira copied the same techniques, driving the blonde into a feverish tantrum that left her in tattered rags of burlap as her garment disintegrated.

Next it was time for fingertips and fingernails. Amira smiled as the blonde struggled harder. She remembered something she had heard on stage about the ability to torment being 'right at her fingertips'. It felt good to have this blonde at her fingertips, she tickled the blonde for a Long... Long.... Time.... Becoming engrossed in the tiny pathetic movements of her victim's foot which could twitch and squirm only slightly thanks to the toe-ties. Next it was time for the hairbrush again, this had been a devastating punishment before but now with the blonde's sensitivity raised to near maximum it sent her into the hysterical hell of silent laughter.

Amira was given two hairbrushes, one for each sole as the Dungeon mistress worked her upper-body. Restoring the itchy burlap gown by magic as she tickled.

"There now she can struggle, squirm and sweat a second dose into her soft sensitive skin!" She declared.

Amira continued to tickle until the silent laughter bored her. Her victim hung exhausted. The heaters were returned to stop their victim 'cooling off'. Amira beheld her handiwork and wished she could tickle some more.

"Let me show you a trick" the dungeon mistress announced, tipping a cold bucket of ice water over the blonde who had shut her eyes as she shook in a pathetic, exhausted and helpless sobbing fit.

The blonde screamed, surprised and refreshed by the bucket of water. As she screamed her captor ripped the garment from her body and bundled it up to torment the blonde's sensitive naked body as she explained

"This will keep her nice and itchy and frustrated, the ice bucket has restored her body back to the point where she 'can take more!' we had literally tickled her to exhaustion my pet!"

"Don't forget her feet!" Amira added.

The demon woman cackled and produced another bucket of ice-water for the blonde's soles from thin air. The blonde shrieked as her hot red soles were doused and restored. With only two arms again the goat-legged woman rubbed the bundle of itchy fabric over the blondes struggling soles making her scream and squirm. Not a single spot was missed, the fabric was run between her toes as she struggled. The blonde thrashed, the itchy sensations being worst where the cruel woman had applied the itchy fabric to her face and neck. It had been bad enough feeling her skin get itchier and itchier as she struggled and sweated. Her job finished the cruel demon stood by her new pet and watched the blonde struggle.

"What do you think of that blondie?!" The cruel woman asked.

The blonde screamed into her ball gag in response as she squirmed.

"Does the itching powder turn her on?" Amira asked.

"No... but it adds to her frustration, now she has a thousand inches she can't scratch instead of just the one...." The demon replied cruelly.

"Take it away, I want to listen to her beg me to scratch that itch and deny her the release" Amira excitedly explained.

"Nice idea but I have a better one!" Her captor replied.

With a click of the demon's fingers the blonde's ball gag disappeared.

"AAARGHHH!!! FUCK!.... GET IT OFF!.... ITS SO ITCHY!!!... I CAN'T STAND IT!.... PLEASE!!!... PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!!... I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!! AAARRGHH!!!.... OH MY GOD!!!... PLEASE!!!.... PLEASE NO MORE!!!"

"I will get rid of the itching powder as quickly as I got rid of your ball-gag...." The demon woman began to explain.

"YES!!! GET IT OFF!! I CAN'T STAND IT!!!...." The blonde screamed desperately.

Amira was shocked, hearing the blonde's voice made this somehow real again. That was a real woman she had just tortured, a woman with a voice and a soul and a mind that she had just put through hell. A part of her was ashamed but part of her was excited, 'was this actually real?' Amira thought to herself she hadn't stopped to question if the blonde was a real person or just another illusion.

"But!..." The dungeon mistress interrupted.

"With the itching powder gone we are going to tickle you until you beg us for an orgasm!... For real that is! Not just to make the tickle-torture stop!... A genuine hopeless plea for sexual relief that it will be up to us as your captors to consider..."

"OH MY GOD!.... HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU DO THIS TO ANOTHER WOMAN!!!... YOU FREAK!!!" The blonde wailed directing her anger at Amira.

"Ohhhh not a good idea!... I think we could do almost exactly the same thing with you covered in itching powder!" The demon replied.

"No let her choose, the itching powder or tickle-torture" Amira heard her own voice say. She was still concerned but wanted to see the blonde think and chose her own fate.

"JUST GET THIS FUCKING ITCHING POWDER OFF OF ME!"
The blonde wailed as she thrashed against her impossibly tight bonds.

With a click of the Dungeon Mistresses’ fingers the itching powder was gone and the naked struggling blonde awaited her incoming torment with a quickly beating heart and ragged breaths that made her pert breasts rise and fall. Amira wasted no time and began to tickle the blonde's sides with no mercy making her yelp, squeal and thrash.

"Whoa! Slow now my little apprentice!" The dungeon master purred before adding;

"This sweet honey temptress gets turned on by tickle torture but you need to start slow and build up..."

As she spoke the Dungeon Mistress produced two long black feathers and swirled them in the blonde's underarms before using them to tease her pert breasts. Following suit Amira began to gently tease the blonde's thighs with her fingertips making her gasp and giggle. Humiliated the blonde felt her nipples start to harden under the feathers.

"YOU HOO-HOO PERVERTED HAHA BITCHES!!!..." The blonde protested between giggles.

"Oh!... That is no way to speak to your ticklers and your betters!" The dungeon Mistress chided seizing each of the blonde’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisting, not enough to cause pain, just enough to turn the submissive blonde on.

The blonde shrieked and squealed surprised by both the sudden attack and her mouth filling with something like toffee. With another sweet syrupy gag prestidigitated in her victim's mouth the dungeon mistress began to tease her victim all over with ten feathers that had replaced her fingers.

"I think just for insult, you should tickle her feet my young protégé..." She purred directing Amira to the blonde woman's feet.

Amira did not need much encouragement and took up a position on a stool so she could torment both soft soles. The blonde's feet were still warm and red from the scrubbing and roasting despite being sent back in time to the point where they could endure more torment. Even Amira's soft fingertips made her thrash and struggle, desperate to escape. When Amira started using her nails the poor blonde hit the roof, vibrating like a guitar string once more.

The poor blonde was literally in tickle-hell, and her tormentors were hungry for more. The demon tormenting her upper body grew extra arms to leave no spot un-tickled whilst her apprentice had learned how best to torment her hyper-sensitive feet. Collectively the two fiends decided it was time to push this one into tickle madness. Using feathers and claws and human hands; the blonde was tickled from every spot between her wrists and ankles except for her ever opening pussy, which despite the absolute masterclass of torment was tingling with excitement. Amira was totally engrossed in tormenting the blonde's soles and was jealous of the Demon's extra arms. Sensing her protégés desire the demon whispered;

"Taste her toes, they are honey flavoured..." With a wink.

Amira didn't like the idea at first but tasted the gooey honey as she continued to tickle both arches with her hands. The effect on the blonde was instantaneous her laugher changing in pitch as she desperately struggled. The demon slowed to feathers and removed the toffee gag so Amira could hear their victim sign and pant. Amira licked and nibbled the toes of both of the blonde's feet making her victim warble with strange laughter as her arousal fought her desperate primal desire to get away.

Amira used the toothbrush to scrub the blonde's toes clean before resuming the torture of one foot with both hands as her mistress approached. The demoness tested the blonde's left sole and disapprovingly intoned;

"Hmmm... Down to 90% of maximum sensitivity. We will have to roast and slap these soles just right again to get her back up to one hundred percent sensitivity”

Amira continued to tickle the blonde mercilessly wondering if she would be given a wooden spoon, strap or cane to slap the blonde's soles. As well as tickle torture Amira had a deep desire to see pretty western women suffer falaka or bastinado, she liked to imagine these tortures also being inflicted upon Spanish, African and Middle-Eastern women too. But soft spoilt blondes were her favourite.

Amira tickled the blonde's right foot as the left was roasted again, then she moved over to tickle the blonde’s left foot as the right was roasted. Despite succumbing to silent laughter Amira could sense her victim becoming more and more desperate as she became more and more sensitive. Finally she was directed to slap the blonde's soles. She looked around for a tool.

"Just use your hands poppet! This one is too sensitive to stand a strap it will actually reduce her sensitivity" The dreadful demoness explained softly.

Amira slapped the blonde’s right sole making her squeal. After three or four more strokes to each of the blonde's soles the Demoness applauded.

"There we go! We have 100% this temptress cannot get more ticklish, let's give her hell!"

Amira tickled with renewed vigour making the blonde struggle and thrash. The demon joined her whilst an alternative copy of the awful apparition continued to torment the blonde with multiple arms. Amira was so focused on tormenting the blonde she did not notice the duplication. The blonde's soles trembled under every touch. She was now too sensitive to even stand and if freed would be too ticklish to walk for a week. Her feet endured the hell of sharp fingernails as multiple feathers were positioned between her toes, cruelly these were made to vibrate sending her into renewed hysterics. Amira admired the abominable contraptions.

"Would you believe these were invented by humans, it truly amazes me how cruel you humans can be sometimes!...".

Finally it was time for the blonde's ultimate humiliation. Amira joined the now singular copy of the tickle-demon to stand over the blonde with a single white and black feather.

"Now you may notice our victim is dripping wet and basically waiting for a man..." The demoness explained as the struggling blonde cried in humiliation, betrayed by her dripping wet pussy throbbing desperately for a good hard fuck.

A part of the blonde enjoyed the brief respite from all but the feather-devices between her toes that still vibrated away making her curl her toes as much as her bondage would allow. But she was humiliated, angry and horny in equal measure.

".... This right here!..." The demon pointed with her feather to the blonde's swollen clitoris, careful not to touch the desperate bud.

"If you touch this, even brush it with a feather she will explode in an orgasm…"

Amira marvelled at their victim who writhed and tried to regain some kind of composure but was still desperate for relief.

"….Now what we are going to do is tickle the soft sensitive skin all around it with our feathers starting from her inner thighs and moving closer inwards without ever touching this throbbing bulb…" The explanation continued.

"No please!" The desperate blonde whined as her gag disappeared, the fight had been tickled out of her.

"Touch her clit with that feather and I will put you in her place! Then I will give her some revenge, if she refuses I will tickle you both myself for an eternity..." The cruel creature explained as the flickering torch light glimmered on her horns.

Amira trembled, the blonde wailed at her predicament and then shrieked as the first feather touches started.

"Oh my god!.... No!... Don't do this!.... Please don't make me beg!... Oh god that tickles so much!...." The blonde wailed.

"He doesn't belong down here!" The demon snapped giving the blonde's nipple a soft tweak.

Amira carefully traced a path with the tip of her feather from where the blonde's thigh met her under-carriage, 'the taint' she had heard an American girl call it once. Amira moved her feather in a slow arc getting ever closer to her victim's smouldering pussy but being careful not to touch the struggling blonde's clit. Amira watched the demoness' techniques and copied them as closely as she could. Being ever careful of the struggling blonde's clit she watched as it became fully engorged, longing to be touched.

The blonde had continued to beg becoming hysterical and incoherent until finally she broke, her American accent coming through;

"OH GO... OH PLEASE!!!.... NOOOOO!!!.... NO!!!..... NO MORE!!!..... LOOK WHOEVER YOU ARE??..... PLEASE!!! JUST!!!!!...... OH FUCK!!!... THAT TICKLES SO MUCH... PLEASE JUST FEATHER MY CLIT!!!... PLEASE!!!.... THIS IS CRUEL!!.... OH SWEEEET!.... MERCY!... PLEASE.... PLEASE!.... OH FUCK!!! PLEASE!"

Amira marvelled at how the woman suddenly stopped fighting to retain any dignity and begged. Amira kept the blonde begging, she like her this way. At the demon's instruction the torment continued for a long, long time. Sometimes they would stop to tickle the blonde's feet. Occasionally they would shock the blonde by throwing a bucket of ice cold water over her. Giving them the pleasure of breaking her all over again. They made the blonde beg blindfolded, they made her beg for more tickle-torture they made her beg to be their tickle slave for an eternity if they would just let her climax. Cruelly they suspended ice cubes from strings above the blonde's sizzling hot body and listened to her beg as the cold unpredictable rain drops dropped randomly onto her hypersensitive body.

Together Amira and her mentor sipped hot chocolate and watched the TV set as the blonde struggled under the dripping ice cubes. The demoness dungeon-mistress had suspended a little cocktail umbrella over the blonde's smouldering pussy so that no ice cold water could accidentally splash her to relief. Together she snuggled with her pet, exchanging Amira's boots and stockings for thick warm woollen festive stocks. She showed Amira more of Ellie alongside Geeti and Kirsty, the elves known as 'Gothie' and 'Kinky'. Amira watched on screen as the three friends had fun burying one another in the sand at a secluded private beach.

The blonde begging to be tickled to relief in the background as the pair snuggled and watched TV together. On screen the three friends each took it in turn to be buried with only their head and feet exposed, getting tickled by the other two. Softly the demoness whispered: “That will be you having fun in the sun next year!... Will you like that petal?.. being buried in the sand for tickle-fun, then getting the sexy women who tickle you back when it is their turn?” Amira nodded silently and sipped her hot chocolate and watched the TV screen; eager to have some fun in the real world with her new friends next year.

With their hot chocolate finished the pair returned to the blonde who was just starting to cool off. After another half hour of merciless tickle torture she was back to begging. The soft skin of her undercarriage being gently teased with fine paintbrushes until she broke again. It was her feet that got it worst though, Amira had perfected the art of roasting them and slapping them until they were bright pink and hypersensitive to the touch. Gingerly she asked her mentor once again if she really couldn't use a wooden spoon at least.

"Not on this one poppet! I have a lovely middle eastern temptress with long sexy soles that can take such punishment and still be terribly ticklish..." Her captor replied

Amira considered the response as she tickled the blondes soles with her terrible new nails making her thrash and beg.

"What will happen to this one whilst I play with my new toy?" Amira asked.

"I will leave that up to you, you can either reward her with a consequence free orgasm or perhaps you would like to apply some itching powder to every inch of her body...."

Amira's eyes widened with delight. She had loved the itching powder during last year's show and it was clear which choice appealed more to the small sadistic fiend. The blonde thrashed desperately and begged her to reconsider.

"NOOOO! I BEG YOU PLEASE!!!. JUST TICKLE ME TO ORGASM!.... NOT MORE ITCHING POWDER!!!...."

Amira was given a pair of blue plastic gloves to put on, her sharp talons disappearing so that they would not tear the gloves to shreds. Her mentor provided her with a glass jar full of white powder and a soft brush.

"NOOOO PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!!" the blonde wailed her blue eyes pleading as they focused in on the awful jar.

The demoness was preparing something else, Amira couldn't quite see as she was trying to find somewhere to set the glass jar down so she could unscrew the lid, she did not want any of the powder on her own skin.

"No please... Listen c'mon!..." The blonde began through ragged breathes.... "One woman to another, why do this? You have had fun at my expense.... Why cover me in itching powder, what is in it for you?...." The blonde bargained.

Amira stayed silent and carefully set the jar down on a tray provided by a gnome and finished unscrewing the lid.

".... Hey wait....what the fuck is that?!" The blonde asked absolutely terrified by whatever syringe contraption that the woman with the goat horns was preparing.

"This? This is just a serum, or topical gel if you like, that when applied carefully to your clitoris will mean that we can tickle it without you being able to climax..." The demoness replied

"What?... Wait.... WHAT?!?!" the blonde replied flabbergasted.

"All the perks of orgasm denial torture with the added benefit of being able to tickle the nerves on your most sensitive spot..." The demon beamed as if in an old commercial.

"No... C'mon!...I'm sorry but I don't know your name but how can you be okay with this? How can you do this to another woman?" The blonde bargained as Amira lowered the powdery brush to her helpless toes.

"OH FUCK!!! THAT ITCHES ALREADY!... NO STOP!.... PLEASE!... I DON'T DESERVE THIS!" STOP THAT AT ONCE YOU SADISTIC C###!!!..." The blonde screamed before being gagged by another black ball-gag that just seemed to appear in her open screaming mouth.

Amira slowly and carefully applied the itching powder as her mentor prepared the gel. Their victim's struggles grew more and more frantic as more and more skin was covered in the evil white powder. Amira had applied a generous amount to both feet as well as the blonde's legs, she slipped past the area her captor was working to start on her victim's flat tummy starting with her shallow belly button. Her mentor was almost ready to apply the gel, looking over a pair of half-moon spectacles to judge when the time was right. Amira knew when the gel was applied, the blonde stiffened and then resumed squirming and struggling, frustrated that she had not managed to climax during the cruel gel's application.

Slowly the blonde's struggles increased as she became itchier and itchier. The demon joined in applying the cruel powder and broke the blonde's last thread of resolve by saying.

"Let's not forget her face and neck poppet!..." The blonde went berserk and thrashed a primal rage to escape her cruel torment.

The demon used the struggling woman's long blonde hair to secure her head in place. Binding a makeshift pony tail to the ratchet arrangement that had stretched her tight. The worst came when the dreadful demoness softly held down the blonde’s eyelids so that a small amount of the powder could carefully be applied. After the blonde's face and neck were totally covered the white powder was cruelly applied to the blonde's arms and hands, the leather thongs preventing the blonde from scratching her palms. Amira thought she was finished but the very last of the powder in the jar was directed to the blonde's smouldering pussy and was instructed to apply the terrible powder to every spot not tingling with the awful gel. Their work was nearly complete, as a final torment a slowly rotating wheel was positioned so that the feathers in bore in two neat rows grazed the poor blonde's undercarriage, slowly the feathers softly teased the sensitive skin of her taint, ass and pussy lips with one feather in each row curving inwards instead of outwards so that it would softly brush against the blonde's clit making her scream in agony without the release of an orgasm that she knew should have come. The wheel turned slowly at a variable unpredictable speed meaning the poor blonde could never predict when the two feathers would tease her clit.

As the dungeon keeper was admiring her work Amira surprised her by reapplying the awful vibrating feathers between her toes.

"Nice touch poppet, perhaps I should add these..." The demon remarked prestidigitating two device that randomly raced a quill device in an erratic pattern all over the blonde’s sensitive arches.

The cruel devices didn't tickle the victim all the time, just every now and then when she least expected it, if they were on all the time they would be providing a satisfying scratch to one of her many itches. Likewise the toe-tickling devices were set to change frequency and turn on an off at random so that they too would keep the poor blonde from getting used to her torment.

"I almost forgot! the demoness declared producing two slender chains that she clamped to the poor women's nipples.

Each clamp sported a slowly turning wheel on the inside which ran tiny feathers and brushes over the struggling blonde's nipples. The blonde screamed as the slender chains were secured to the ceiling just tight enough to punish her as she desperately struggled the tiny amount her right bondage allowed.

"Well that ought to keep her in agony for a few decades..." The cruel woman declared, pleased with her handiwork.

"You mentioned a middle-eastern woman whose soles I could slap, Amira asked.

"Well aren't you keen!... C'mon next room then!"

As Amira walked with her new boots she marvelled at how they kept her steady on the rough-hewn cavern floor. She smiled as she listened to the blonde whimper and beg behind her and glanced back to take a final glance at the desperate woman suspended in torment as the feathers brushed against her under-carriage and buzzed away between her toes. The quill device made her shriek as it drew an unexpected stroke against her left arch as she was left all alone to suffer.

Amira strode down a corridor that bore what looked like primitive cave-paintings of crudely drawn figures tickling one another and restraining one another in various forms of bondage.

"Tell me Amira, have you ever wondered why Humans are ticklish?" The goat-legged woman asked.

Amira thought for a while, she had learned about evolution in school but had learned not to discuss such things openly, coming from a traditional house-hold.

"The answer is because of me!" Her mentor answered before embellishing;

"There were non-ticklish creatures of a broadly similar type and shape to your lot, but I made sure they did not survive or get to breed quite as much...."

"Oh" was all Amira could manage as a response, looking at the cave paintings on the walls and finding the figures tickling one another oddly intriguing despite the rudimentary nature of the brush strokes

"It took some doing, I had far less power back then, as there were fewer reflective surfaces for me to scry through...."

Amira remembered seeing herself through her phone screen and made a mental note that this woman could see through any reflective surface.

"Oddly enough my squid-obsessed rivals actually helped, they nearly wiped out all the creatures like your ancestors at that time… Giving me a smaller group to work with...." The woman continued before stopping as if she had said too much and then suddenly changing tack.

"Of course being ticklish did put you all at an overall disadvantage.... True it let you know when insects were on your skin, helped you bond in groups and therefore co-operate better on the hunt and it helped you out-breed other groups because you were always horny as hell..."

"But most of all it made you so much more fun for me to play with! So much more fun than the other creatures on this rock!"

As the goat-legged woman spoke the duo entered another cavern from the tunnel. In the centre of the room a beautiful middle-eastern woman struggled in strange bondage. Amira was instantly jealous, not of the woman's helpless position but of everything else about her. The woman had long slender, fine-boned feet with perfect long toes. The struggling woman had long sexy shapely legs and large breasts. She had an oval open face with a long narrow nose that did not extend far from her face, running from just below her almond eyes to above her small mouth silenced with a ball-gag. Although her facial features did not confirm to western beauty standards they still made Amira boil with jealousy, she had seen women like this and been jealous.

The woman was suspended in a similar fashion to the blonde only instead of stocks and chains holding her a team of gingerbread men held each ankle and wrist comically, pulling her tight in an X-shape around waist height from the floor. The woman wore jewelled clothing that sparkled under the torchlight. The woman’s breasts and crotch seemed covered, but on close inspection the silk strings bore jewels which exposed bare flesh and Amira marvelled at what suspected she saw. The woman’s soft light brown skin tantalised the petite sadist, she looked like a harem-girl in need of punishment. The poor woman's feet wiggled and squirmed, her long slender toes flexing and scrunching as she struggled. This was what excited Amira the most, but she also noticed the way the woman tried to reach her with her eyes, there was something so familiar about those eyes but Amira did not stop to try and figure it out. Everything about the woman stoked her desire to inflict the cruellest torments. It was like she had been made out of all the middle-eastern woman Amira longed to punish for being too pretty. A perfect harem-slave for punishment.

"Can we tie her toes?" Amira asked impatiently

"Anything for my new pet" the demoness replied, as the demoness spoke tiny lassoes of red string extended from the gingerbread that was holding the woman's ankles to trap her toes.

As the little loops uncannily captured each and every toe Amira recognised the red strands as those strawberry bootlace sweets she could never safely steal as a child, favouring the sweets in wrappers at the 'pick and mix' that could be easily hidden for later. The struggling woman's toes were pulled back tightly in the same perfect bondage that had held the blonde's soles immobile.

Amira glanced down at a little table bearing wooden spoon, a fly swatter and a selection of straps. She was tempted to start with a wooden spoon as she had longed to use on the blonde's soles but instead decided to ask her mistress;

"Can we subject her to goats first?" Amira sked, keenly remembering the goats licking the blonde's soles and wanting to bring her standard fantasy to life in the specific order she always imagine inflicting each cruel form of torture

"Anything you want petal, I am going to let you be as sadistic as you like with this one" the demoness replied, before adding;

"Just a few necessary alterations first" with a wave of her hand the demoness turned the gingerbread men into stone.

Amira hadn't actually realised they had been made of real gingerbread and marvelled at how each of the woman's legs were now trapped snuggly in cold granite that seemed to be carved to show a small figure holding each of the woman's legs over their shoulder with one arm wrapped around the helpless limb. The little figures seemed to be straining to stretch the woman tight between the four of them. Upon closer inspection Amira noticed that what had once perhaps been frosting or icing was now a small amount of purple velvet padding to stop the poor trapped woman's skin from chaffing against the rock.

As Amira marvelled the gnomes appeared with the buckets of brine and Amira accepted the handle of a brush. As she applied the gooey substance it was clear that the woman was insanely ticklish as she buckled and thrashed trying to escape her stone-hewn bondage. It was impossible, she was trapped like a damsel in an ancient fable: nothing other than magic could free her. As Amira applied the brine to the poor woman's toes she began tickling her other foot with her cruel nails and fingertips, loving the sensation of the woman's soft skin under her fingertips.

With both soles coated in brine it was time for the goats to start their remorseless feeding. The poor woman screamed into her gag as their rough tongues lapped at her arches making the jewels jingle and sparkle in the torchlight.

"Could you change her fancy clothes for an itchy gown like the blonde was wearing?" Amira asked hungrily, her jealousy making her resent her victim's finery

"Anything you want petal, nothing is too cruel for my sweet little pet!" The demoness replied.

With a click of her fingers the struggling exotic beauty struggled in an itchy burlap gown held in place by a hempen rope. Amira smiled, she felt like she had brought the exotic temptress down a peg. Eager to explore her prize, Amira began to tickle the backs of the woman's knees as the goats continued to lick away at the poor beauty's soles. Slowly Amira explored the struggling woman's thighs and then her underarms. Her victim was already incoherently begging into her gag and trying to reach her through tear-speckled brown eyes.

"Will her gown dissolve and turn into itching powder like the one the blonde wore?" Amira asked softly.

Before the Demoness could answer the poor woman began to wail into her gag and flex her long fingers, her wrists being held by the same granite figures as her ankles.

"I know you want it to.... so now it will, let's see how long she can keep her cool...." The Demoness purred.

Amira returned to her victim's soles to watch the goats lick at the poor woman's helpless toes, it was amazing how dextrous and agile their tongues were and she was impressed to see how well they explored between every ticklish toe. Soon both goats began to lick at the very last of the brine on the poor woman right foot. Cruelly Amira applied more brine between the toes of her left foot, a little ran down the woman's arch as both goats moved to lick at the new source of food. Now Amira applied the brine to the woman's right foot in the same way and frowned.

"Is there a way to keep them focusing on her toes?" She asked softly, not wanting to push her luck.

"This will do" The demoness replied clicking her fingers and prestidigitating a set of salt licks between the poor woman's toes. Each salt lick replaced the toe-ties and had four bumps between the toes that the goats lapped at. Amira could see that her victim's toes were still held tight and immobile and that the goats were still tickling them horribly. As they licked the brine scrubbed up and began to run down the woman's long arches.

"Could she be tortured by four goats?" Amira asked.

Without a reply the demoness clicked her fingers and there were four small goats tethered to the terrible statues that held the woman immobile.

Amira grew tired of only watching and accepted two long eagle feathers that must have come from a bird of gigantic proportions and joined her mentor two swirl the feathers over the poor woman's struggling body. The demon used two smaller feathers to torment the poor woman's underarms and neck whilst Amira gently ran the feather up and along each of the woman's thighs. Her mentor was whispering something in the woman's ear, Amira couldn't hear precisely what, but made out the word 'itchy' so guessed she was just teasing the harem-girl.

It was clear the torture gown was doing its job as the garment was becoming increasingly thread-bare and more and more of the woman's soft light-brown skin was visible including much of her breasts. Amira decided it was scrubbing time and called out for hot soapy water and the brushes, her dominant demeanour becoming more comfortable to her. The rustic figures of garden gnomes appeared with the demanded torture equipment.

It was clear their victim needed the brief respite and dreaded the oncoming torture of a different nature. Amira began with the stiff bristled washing up brush, not being at all surprised this time by the marigold gloves and the return of her own fingernails instead of the long black talons.

Amira scrubbed and scrubbed until the poor woman's soles were pink and clean using two or three different brushes as well as the gloves bearing bristles. She then commanded the gnomes to finish her victim's toes as she used a motorised brush on the poor woman's heels. Finally she used two of the awful spinning brushes on the poor woman's long soft arches which were long since clean but soles this soft, sensitive and sexy harem-slave deserved such torture. The poor woman was utterly hysterical, nearly naked in the last threads of her torture gown.

Amira commanded that the soles be roasted to the applause of her mentor and the soft shaking protests of her unfortunate victim who was long since broken. Two electric heaters appeared and began broiling the poor woman's soles which had were held immobile metal clips. After the water had evaporated away Amira applied the oil making the woman howl into her gag, the soft tickle basting brush being too much for her to stand.

Next her mentor hand her a hairdryer and explained that each of the woman's soles would benefit from more personal attention. Slowly Amira applied a steady stream of heat to the struggling harlot's left foot whilst her mentor roasted the right foot. Finally it was time for the dreaded strokes. Amira selected a wooden spoon. And beheld the woman who shook her head and pleaded with her eyes. First Amira tested the woman's soles with a finger on each gently tracing a path up and down each arch making the woman struggle hopelessly to escape.

"She is even more sensitive than the blonde, and can only go up, there is no upper limit to this woman's sensitivity. Each stroke you choose to lay upon her soles will make her more sensitive and more ticklish" the demoness whispered in Amira's ear.

Amira beamed and positioned herself for the first stroke. The wooden spoon slapped the poor woman's left arch with a satisfying sound and Amira smiled and prepared herself to strike her victim's right foot. The poor woman's soles were slapped until they were bright pink and then Amira began tickling again, even the softest touch was now pure ticklish agony for the poor harem slave. Next came the fly swatter than seemed to get further into the central part of the poor woman's arches. Each and every strap was tried and tested and then tried again.

True to the words of the demoness the woman seemed to get more and more ticklish and more and more desperate. Amira noticed her mentor had restrained the woman's fingers and was tickling her palms softly. The itchy burlap gown was completely gone, all turned to itching powder and the woman was naked apart from a be-jeweled G-string that held a glimmering ruby over her womanhood. With two extra arms the strange goat-woman was teasing the poor woman's nipples. Amira thought for a moment, considered suggesting something and then shrugged and selected a short leather strap around an inch wide.

After the next few slaps she looked up to see her mentor added clamps to the poor woman's nipples. Amira watched as she changed to tickle her victim's now crimson soles making her vibrate like a guitar string in her impossibly tight bondage.

"Just something to punish her if she curls her toes..." Her mentor explained preparing cords and strange long cylinders for some cruel purpose.

Amira continued her 'slap and tickle' of the poor harem-girls soles and found she became more and more sadistic as the woman became more and more sensitive. She loved the way the woman's soles flinched and trembled under her finger tips and could sense the effect her sharp fingernails had on the unbearably hypersensitive flesh. She looked up again to see her mentor suspending the cylinders carefully from the cords using two small pulleys in the caverns ceiling. Curiously the small sadist cocked her head.

"Basically these cords will attach her nipples to a new set of toe-ties so that whenever she curls her toes they give her a little tug...." Her mentor began to explain, continuing;

"The cylinders will sense the tension and shorten internally via a screw mechanism which will also give her nipples a little twist"

Amira pondered as she ran her fingernails up and down the frantic beauty's soles. She watched the woman's toes curl against the little clamps hopelessly and wondered about making the harlot 'punish herself'.

"I will leave it up to you, this one is all yours to do with as you please..." The Demoness explained.

Amira smiled and replied sweetly: "we can try it but I have some other things I would like to do to this *****!..."

Cruelly the devices were set up attaching to the clamps on the poor woman's nipples with one set of cylinders just above to maximise the cruel twist promised by the cruel contraption. The cords seemed to run through the cylinders, although Amira knew that two cords attached to some kind of shortening screw mechanism inside. From the long cylinders, the cords ran up vertically to a small pulley on the ceiling of the cavern before descending down at an oblique angle to a similar pulley than was now attached to each of the stone guardians holding the struggling slave's ankles. After running through this pulley a shorter, wider cylinder than was only half an inch in length split the cords into five long toe ties that the pair of sadists used to trap the woman's toes as they freed them from the awful clamps.

Amira marvelled as her mentor held and turn the small cylinders shortening the strands and pulling back their victim's soles through five small eyelets that kept the poor woman's toes splayed out and helpless. Satisfied that the contraption was set up perfectly the Demoness nodded to her protégé;

"Why not test them out?"

Amira smiled and gently ran a fingertip up and down each of the woman's arches using only the pads of her fingers and not her new talons. The woman screamed into her ball-gag and scrunched up her face trying desperately to hold still. Amira started using one nail per arch and as an instant reflex the helpless slave-girl curled her toes making her soft arches wrinkle. She shrieked as the cords pulled the clamps on her nipples and screamed harder as the cylinders began to turn, one clockwise and the other anti-clockwise. Amira marvelled at how the devices used the woman's splayed toes to achieve this effect. She wasn't quite sure how it worked, but was clever enough to guess the general principles and predicted that each cylinder would cruelly twist the other way after the initial harder twist. She was right and the woman screamed again as the demoness whispered something in her ear once more, Amira couldn’t hear her mentor but guessed she was verbally teasing their victim.

Next Amira used the quill end of two feathers to trace devilish deigns all over her victim's hypersensitive arches, the poor thing tried to resist but it was hopeless and the cylinders tightened the cords again until her back was arched and she was red in the face screaming a futile tantrum of rage. With a click the device released and reset ready to resume the cruel dance upwards. This time Amira used electric flossers on her victim's toes getting the nipple-torture to its conclusion in half the time. After breaking their victim Amira asked;

"Could I just use these on her toes with clamps?" Amira asked, holding up the flossers.

Her mentor clicked her fingers and the cruel contraption was gone leaving the desperate woman's long toes back into the clamps. Amira spent an agonising amount of time exploring each sensitive spot of skin that struggled hopelessly against the clamps. She liked the woman's toes but also used her nails on the still dark pink arches knowing that the variation kept her victim in a hellish agony of tickle-torment. With each and every ticklish spot of the long slender toes explored and the best ones returned to multiple times Amira decided to ask;

"Could we do something? As well as goats, perhaps cats... Could cats lick this woman's feet" Amira struggled with the words having been so engrossed in the woman's toes for so long.

"I can supply some cats, do you want her like this, in stocks, kneeling so they get her toes?" Her mentor asked.

Amira considered her options, she could have this woman arranged for torture any way she wanted. She considered the kneeling position she had seen Ellie and the other elves in on that TV set, but had a hankering to tease the backs of the woman's knees again and wanted them outstretched.

"Could we just flip her over and move her closer to the floor….?” Amira asked meekly, a thin veneer of politeness and deference masking the true depths of her sadism.

"…Ooh! and I liked what you did with the blonde's pony tail... Perhaps we could do something like that and maybe put little weights on these nipple clamps or something"

The harem-girl complained into her gag but to no avail. She shrieked and squealed as her stone guardians came to life like something out of an old stop-motion video and began to rotate her. Amira watched half amazed half amused, she remembered watching an old film about Hercules at a friend's house when she was younger. It was uncanny the way the stone figures moved rotating the poor woman like she was on a spit as they changed sides so that the poor woman faced the floor suspended at about knee-height now.

The cruel demoness had begun to gather up the woman's long dark brown hair that was almost perfectly black into a makeshift pony tail. The woman struggled as the process tickled her long elegant neck. Her hair was secured behind her somehow preventing her from looking left and right. Next the cruel little weights were added to her nipple-clamps that dangled three quarters of the way to the floor. Amira couldn't resist tickling the backs of the Woman's knees and noticed she now wore a fine silky skirt over her perfect ass, through which the G-string was visible. Why her captor had made this slight change she didn't know but oddly enough she approved. She marvelled at the cruel G-string and guessed that the little rubies tormented the harem girl as she struggled.

From out of the ether two cats impatiently paced. Amira decided upon chicken grease as their dinner and mentally envisaged how she wanted the woman's toes to be secured and it was so, each toe was perfectly held by the tiniest strings that kept them motionless but also offered them no protection from the impatient tongues. Amira had purposefully asked for the woman to be rotated so that the grease would pool between her victim's sensitive toes.

Against the poor harem-slaves muffled protests the chicken grease was applied with a tickly brush and the cats got to work. Amira pondered whether she preferred inflicting this torture to the 'supplice de chevre' earlier and decided that although the goats were more brutal, the effects of the cats' tongues on her victim's toes was more effective. She ran her fingertips softly over the struggling woman's legs as she pondered. Focusing particularly on the backs of her knees but also exploring the lovely long thighs and tormenting the inner thighs every now and then with a slightly more thorough squeezing technique.

Her mentor was quite satisfied with using a few feathers to tease the poor harem girl's face and neck and had continued with the verbal teasing.
Amira noticed that the weights attached to the nipple clamps were moving and glance curiously to spot two small toy trains driving around on little tracks making little loops and figures of right directly underneath each hanging pendulum. Something was positioned on top of the trains to make them do this…

"Magnets!" The dreadful demoness answered, noticing her protégé's curiosity.

Amira applied more chicken grease to her victim's long soles and decided two cats were not enough and increased the number of cats to four; two per foot. She didn't not notice that she no longer needed to ask but her wish was granted almost as soon as she thought of it. As she grew bored she decided to scrub the soles clean again and put the woman thought the same soapy hell as the blonde using electric toothbrushes on her toes to devastating effect. Next followed hairdryers and yet more tickle-torture of the woman's horribly sensitive soles that never seemed to stop getting more and more sensitive as they were tortured and tortured and tortured.

Amira decided to try the kneeling position next and marvelled as the stone figures rearranged the struggling victim. Now two monstrous stone figures held the woman at the wrists, elbows and ankles in a kneeling position forming an inverted Y-shape with her arms held high above her head. Two padded benches were under her shins whilst the toe-ties still held her long slender toes. Amira admired her prize and ran a selection of feathers over the taller woman's underarms, neck, tummy and breasts. It was clear that the woman was still terribly ticklish and as she ran the feathers in slow circles over the woman's breasts Amira's desire to see the woman suffer grew stronger and stronger.

"I want her soles to be licked by cats again" Amira declared bringing the cats back for another torturous session licking the poor's harem-girl’s soles.

As the cats terrible tongues licked and licked Amira and her mentor tormented the poor woman's soft sensitive body from the soft skin inside her elbows to her long light brown thighs.
Amira watched the woman's Be-jewelled G-string glitter in the torch light as she kneaded the struggling woman's thighs. In a burst of jealousy she declared;

"She doesn't deserve this!" And grabbed the woman's sultry garment.

Amira was shocked, it was like a spell had been broken. She held the jewelled silk garment in her hand and beheld her works aghast at her sadism. The poor woman was in agony, she had clearly been tortured way past her ability to stand it and where Amira had once only harboured jealousy and lust she now felt only pity.

"Okay stop!..." The small woman trembled.

"...Give her a massage or something, her muscles must ache" Amira stuttered as her retreated footsteps faltered, lacking the necessary dominance to maintain the uncanny stability her magic boots provided.

Her mentor glided over to prevent her for falling and soon had her small protégé in her arms, one hand under the knees the other up the back. It felt good to be held but Amira felt frightened and ashamed, it was like she had forgotten something. She watched as her former victim was massaged by two dozen hands as she remained held tightly to an enormous gingerbread man.

"Her muscles must....." Amira began

"Shhhh!... Shhh!.... It is okay, when I play with women for that long I tweak the rules of time and make it so that the effects of the bondage only take them to the stage where it is slightly uncomfortable. The massage still feels good though, she is appreciating that...." The Demoness explained as she carried Amira away down a corridor.

The corridor was decorated with images of tickle torture that Amira guessed were styled after ancient Egypt. There were brown skinned women getting tickled in all manner of devices includes long sandstone stocks that held forty woman at a time by the wrists and ankles. As Amira returned to her senses her mentor set her down and taught her how to walk in the boots again, slowly she forgot her shame and returned to dominance.

As Amira walked the artwork changed to a classical style, reflecting ancient Greece at first and then Roman frescos. The figures first being jet black bodies against an orange background before changing to realistic figures in a variety of poses as she walked. The cavern's rough floor changed to an intricate mosaic under Amira's boots, the little coloured stones showing delightful scenes of tickle-fun. Her mentor whispered about 'seeing Miss Peacock next' and Amira marvelled at the artwork on the walls and floor and wondered about what sweet scintillating scenes would come next. As she walked the mosaics changed to a red carpet and around her marble walls displayed oil paintings of tickle-torture in a variety of styles starting at the renaissance and slowly developing to Neo-classical realism that delighted Amira, her favourite being of wenches struggling in the stocks.

The corridor ended as Amira's flash of compassion was quite forgotten, she had stashed the bejewelled G-string in a little pocket in the top of her knee-high boots next to a long thin pocket designed to hold a whip or other torture instrument. In front of Amira was a large round bed set on a dais in the centre of the room, it looked oddly familiar with its scarlet sheets. Scanning her scattered memories of the strange cavern she remembered the TV screen showing her Miss Peacock getting tickle torture by schoolgirls and sorority pledges. In a daze Amira approached the bed as her mentor spoke.

"This is where I broke your former teacher Miss Peacock, it took quite some time and effort and I did not do it all at once...."

The cruel goat-legged woman spoke flatly with just a trace of pride, continuing.

"The best way to explain it might not make sense to you, but there was a gamer-girl in the year above you who I brought down here who also used to love watching Miss Peacock dangle her high heels from her black nylon-clad toes..." The cruel woman continued, Amira raised an eyebrow wondering just how many women her mentor had captured over the years.

"...Oh Yes!... Miss Peacock fostered a foot fetish in many a potential young pervert!" The demoness added noticing Amira's reaction, before returning to her explanation.

"Anyway I kept some of the save-points as it where, like in a video game when you save.... I found it useful because it took just the right kind of tickle-torture with just the right kind of teasing to break that control-freak's double misery-bind that stopped her accepting herself..."

Amira watched the woman's face as she spoke, it was apparent that Miss Peacock had been a tough nut to crack, but also clear that her mentor did not just want to break her psyche so she would accept a life as a miserable tickle-slave. Rather that she was trying almost to help the tense woman.

"Where is Miss Peacock now?" Amira asked.

"Hard to say as we are outside of time... I would like to say having some tickle-fun abroad..." Her mentor began, before gesturing to one of the cavern walls.

"But she cannot afford that this Christmas so she is at home doing some extra work spell-checking documents for a business so she can fly to New Zealand in the spring..." as the strange woman spoke the cavern wall she had gestured to flared into life as an enormous TV screen showing Miss Peacock in her small apartment.

"....At least that is what she was doing when you were on stage earlier"

"You said you could incorporate her into the show? Amira asked meekly.

"Perhaps.... But I think regular torture sessions with you, my other elves and perhaps your new blonde friends would be a good start..."

Amira remembered the blonde who she assumed still struggled under the torturous effects of itching powder and mechanical feathers. She nearly asked to go back to the blonde; half concerned, half wanting to tickle the sexy blonde-bitch some more. But as her captor spoke the thought vanished to the back of her mind.

"So do you want to play with Miss Peacock?..."

Amira nodded her curiosity peaked. Her mentor leaned in close making her resist the urge to flinch.

"Do you want to wear your own face when we tickle her?" The Demoness asked softly stroking under Amira's chin with a soft fingertip.

Amira shook her head, nervously.

"I will let you change your face my sweet..."

Amira had forgotten all about the mask and hesitated for a moment before using one hand to pull on the invisible visor like a pair of sunglasses forgotten atop her head. It was the first time she had used it herself and wondered which face she had chosen. Her mentor held a small hand mirror to show her the faintly recognisable face that looked slightly like many middle-eastern women she had seen but not like any one woman in particular. Amira wondered about the opportunities this mask would give her 'up-top', her mentor had explained that she would have fun with the elves and she trusted that therefore she would be released at some point. Amira did not have long to wonder as her attention was being sore ted to the bed.

"This is how Miss Peacock was when I had been tickling her for maybe an hour or two in short scintillating bursts..." Her captor began.

Amira stood amazed as her former teacher began to rise up through the red sheets, her soft sexy body emerging as if it was rising through water. Eight hands held her limbs, two at each wrist and two at each ankle. With their cargo fully emerged from the memory banks of the torture-bed they transformed into leather manacles and chains and stretched the struggling Miss Peacock out in an X-Shape attaching themselves to the bed somehow; Amira did not know precisely how and did not care, the visage of her former teacher before her filling her senses with delight.

Miss Peacock wore a black translucent negligee decorate with swirling feather designs and sheer black silk stockings. Her eyes were covered with a black blindfold held in place with an elastic strap like a sleep-mask.

"Oh please! Don't tickle me anymore!...." Miss Peacock pleaded, her voice desperate but with an oddly submissive and inviting tone.

"We know you love it!" The demoness replied pacing around the bed.

Amira had been unable to resist her former teacher's feet and began lightly tickling the long elegant arch of her right foot through the sheer nylons.

Miss Peacock giggled and squirmed seductively. Her neat hair flowing above her head to cover the bed in delightful tussels.

"We!... Please No!... Not two of you this time!...." The tender teacher softly pleaded.

"Oh yes! Two of us!... I have a new apprentice and she is going to tickle you silly!" The demoness purred as she ran a feather in the struggling teacher's armpit.

Amira had taken up a position by her teacher's struggling feet and was amazed to see them up close and get to touch them. She had watched these soft elegant feet dangle black professional flats and high heels for almost every shared lesson during the last two years of highs school. Once on a hot day Miss Peacock had worn a long flowing dress with scrappy sandals and bare feet sporting perfect unpainted nails. Amira had not been able to focus on class that day!

Now her former teacher's soles were all hers and Amira took great delight exploring the stocking-clad beauties. The sheer silk covering wiggling toes was slightly less opaque than the black nylons her teacher had worn in class and seemed to have the same effect on Miss Peacock’s long wiggling toes as it had on Amira's own toes when her mentor had tickled her in the stocks. Somehow knowing how they altered the sensations for the wearer made Amira appreciate delivering the soft foot-tickles more.

The small sadist began holding back the toes of her teacher’s right foot to stretch the arch taut and was rewarded by peals of helpless laughter as her fingers danced in the nylon-clad arches of her former teacher. Her mentor smiled and used two hands to hold all of the poor woman's toes back so her protégé could tickle both soles this way. Amira smiled, this was a dream come true. Something about her former teacher's helpless melodic laughter just seemed to cry out for more punishment. Amira became so engrossed in her work she did not notice her mentor transform; remaining at her position holding Miss Peacocks toes back whilst smiling, but also extending a second body from the waist like a snake with a second head where its tail should be. The strange woman leaned over Miss Peacock with her new head and arms menacingly. The blindfolded woman trembled, she could feel someone holding her toes, someone tickling her feet and someone straddling her at the waist who she sensed was preparing to tickle-torture her.

"I want to see the laugher and the longing on your eyes now!" The dreadful demoness purred as she slowly removing her captive's blindfold placing it neatly on her forehead.

Miss Peacock trembled, there was something about this cruel creature that frightened her to the core. It was like the sadistic Demoness could see though her into her very soul. The tickling of her feet kept her squirming and begging but now the cruel secretary who had somehow captured her towered over her, Miss Peacock remembered being trapped in a set of stocks as she tried to get her new passport photo taken as if it were mere hours ago, unaware she was a saved copy. The dreadful demoness cackled as each of her terrible fingers turned into a long black clutch of feathers, suddenly two living feather dusters descended into her victim’s armpits.

Miss Peacock wailed and shrieked. Even a single feather would have been too much for her to bear but these cruel dancing feathers tormented the soft hollows of her underarms and her neck making her squirm and struggle. Something about the way the strange creature was straddling her made the struggling woman feel obscene.

"Oh yes you like that! I know you want more!" The dreadful demoness teased.

"NOOO!..HOO-HOO!... NO MORE!! NO MORE!!!..." Miss Peacock begged, her tone secretly betraying that she wanted more.

Amira was delighted by her former teacher's cries. The soft feet were just as she remembered them, the perfect toes that once played with shoes under the desk now struggling under her tickly administrations. Her teacher was becoming frantic;

"STOP IT!!!.. NOOO-HOO-HOOO!... PLEASE STOP!.... I CAN'T TAKE THIS!.... THIS IS TORTURE!!!... STOP IT PLEASE!!!... THIS IS TORTURE!!!..." The poor woman begged, her cries for help were soft and piteous and oddly made it sound like she wanted more no matter how much she emphasised the word 'torture'

The pathetic pleas were like music to Amira's ears. Miss Peacock had always had a lovely soft melodic voice and hearing her beg was an utter delight. Something about the pitch and tone reminded her of a video she once watched where a woman was tickled in a set of stocks in the woods finally begging for it to stop with the words: 'This is Torture, please stop. PLEASE STOP THIS IS TORTURE!' As the cruel duo gave the struggling teacher a brief reprieve their victim whined;

"That was very cruel!...." In the same soft submissive voice.

Again her voice sounded almost like a challenge to torture her more. It reminded Amira of a clip of the same woman buried in the sand with only her head and feet poking out of the sand. Amira looked up and was surprised to see her mentor both smiling at her from where she had held Miss Peacock's toes and also whispering in her teacher's ears. One body joining the other at the waist. Amira had learned first-hand that this strange creature could sprout extra arms and perform all sorts of weird and wonderful tricks, so decided not to challenge this rather stand to behold her quivering teacher.

"Please...." Her teacher begged pitifully as her chest rose and fell with laboured breaths her flat tummy tucking in as she exhaled.

"Please... Please more?... You want more!" Her cruel captor teased.

"No!.... I... I want!...." The delirious and delicious Miss Peacock begged.

"You want us to dominate you until the tickling is enough to make you climax hard and beg to be our tickle toy forever!" The dreadful demoness whispered just loudly enough so that her Protégé could hear.

Amira giggled and resumed running her fingers up and down her favourite teacher's trembling stocking-clad arches. Amira smiled and wondered what the soft treasures would be like to tickle bare and in toe-ties. As if by magic the sheer silk transformed into a set of toe-ties that attached to a little bar, splaying out the soft slender skin of her victim’s pale feet for torture. The freshly created bar was attached to set of ankle restraints somehow, and with a brief glance up Amira saw both copies of her mentor now lay to either side of her teacher softly tickling her underarms and whispering in her ears, their snake-like body coiled around the poor woman straddling and snuggling her tightly.

Amira looked back to her prize. The soft feet were perfect!... Just like they had been on that day shortly before the summer holidays. There was tray set out for her, bearing all manner of torture instruments including; feathers, brushes, electric flossers, toothbrushes and finger-toppers varying from banjo picks to those little textured rubber things secretaries sometimes used to turn pages with ease. Amira decided to start light and soft and selected a white fluffy feather from the vast selection and began lowering it towards her teacher's toes. The effect was delightful.

"No! Not my toes!...." Her teacher softly begged in a voice that seemed to subtly beg for more.

Amira continued to gently tease her former teacher's toes with the fluffy feather before moving onto a pigeon feather. She slowly tested all manner of feathers and none seemed to fail, the variety of sensations kept her victim softly begging in that slightly coy way that suggested that deep down she really loved it. Occasionally Amira would trace the quill end of the feathers up and down her teacher's taut arches making her squeal in desperation. After using each and every type of feather on her teachers feet Amira decided she wanted to feel the soft inviting flesh under her own fingertips and made a surprise assault on her teacher's helpless feet. With a start Miss Peacock began to desperately beg and plead.

"Oooh hoo-hoo-oow! No! Not that!.... Don't please!.... The fea-haa-ha-eathers!... Use the feathers!" She wailed, the same coy submissive tone still present but masked by increased desperation at the increased torment.

Amira smiled and continued the torment before frowning at the sight of her-own hands, the small sadist was deeply dissatisfied with her own short chipped fingernails made smooth by endless housework. Suddenly she had her black talons again which she expertly used on her victim's arches. She had been so keen to feel the soft inviting soles under 'her own fingertips' but this was better. Her teacher's pleas increasing further in desperation under the administrations of Amira's long black talon-like fingernails.

"Eeeek! No!.. Oh my..... Oooh! Ha-ha! Oh my g- haha! NOOOOO!!! No please!.. Wha? Ha-ha! What?... Ha-haa! Not like that! Hahahaha! Go back to before! Tickle me like before or with the feathers again!" The desperate teacher pleaded.

"Do you see how she begs us to tickle her?" The demoness purred.

"No I didn't mean..." Miss Peacock began.

"Yes you did! You love this!" The demoness replied continuing to feather the poor woman's helpless underarms.

Amira had begun to use a little spiky wheel alongside her cruel nails to torment the struggling helpless soles making Miss Peacock squeal;

"Aaaah! Ha-ha!. Hee-heee... eeep!...What even is that!"

Amira smiled and practised the same techniques she had experienced on stage and on the soles of the blonde and the harem-slave. Her victim was starting to pant and tremble.

"Ameena..." The demoness purred, using the name Amira had given on stage.

Amira heard but was so focused running the little spiky wheel along the very top of the ball of her victim's foot just under her arches as she scribbled her nails underneath it.

"Ammmeeeena!... Why don't you come up here and have some fun with Miss Peacock's upper body?"

Amira emerged from her trance suddenly spotting that Miss Peacock's other foot was now being tickled by two disembodied hands like the ones that had brought her up thought the sheets. The hands did not float but extended from the bed.

"Ameena!... Ameena!" The demoness sang playfully.

Amira looked at her mentor who lay alongside her former teacher. She still resembled the strange secretary with goat-horns but now had human legs clad in red stockings. She used her feet to tease Miss Peacock as she writed on the bed softly tickling the hysterical and red faced woman who blushed as she giggled.

Amira found herself lying on the bed on the opposite side of Miss Peacock. She used her soft fingertips on the poor woman's underarms and blew in her ear. Her boots were gone and she used her stocking-clad toes to tease Miss Peacock in the same fashion as her mentor.

"Did you know Miss Peacock is very naughty Ameena?" Her mentor asked.

"Very naughty!" Amira replied playfully.

"Miss Peacock is lying to us!" Her mentor teased as she ran a black feather under the soft skin of her victims chin before teasing her neck.

"She needs to be punished!" Amira added marvelling at the effects even a soft feather touch had on the hysterical woman who seemed trapped in silent laughter.

"...she keeps insisting she doesn't like this" The sexy secretary insisted.

"Very naughty to lie to us!" Amira added, watching her victim shake her head and silently mouth the words 'I don't like this' with the silent implication that she loved every second.

"But just look at her nipples standing to attention...."

Amira beheld her former teacher’s nipples that were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of the negligée. Her fantasies about tickling her teacher had never been this sexual back in her late teens, but it was clear Miss Peacock was enjoying the torture on some level even though she shook her head insisted silently that it all stop.

"I mean they are just begging for some attention don't you think Ameena?... Should we dispense with this sexy negligé and give these breasts the feathers they are crying out for?"

Amira nodded silently, loving the way her sexy former teacher protested that she didn't want to be tickled, her soft voice betraying the deep conceit that her body longed for more. With a fling of the secretary's arm and a whoosh the negligée was gone and Miss Peacock lay naked apart from a pair of silk panties and the bonds that held her spread eagled on the bed.

The hands tickling Miss Peacock's feet stopped at the command of their mistress who knew from experience how best to tease her victim waggling a hand full of feathers seductively. Miss Peacock glanced from left to right desperately, dreading the oncoming torment but also deeply aroused as the two women purred and teased her. The new arrival brandished two long black feathers menacingly. It was odd, the sexy middle-eastern woman had familiar brown eyes.... Miss Peacock did not have long to ponder as the feathers were brandished closer and closer to her trembling skin as she glanced helplessly from left to right at her two torturers.

"Look at her she can't wait for us to get started..." The secretary purred.

"No please!... No more! No mo-hoo-ooore!" Miss Peacock wailed her voice breathing her hidden delight as the feathers began in her underpants before exploring her breasts.

Amira began with the soft skin of her former teacher’s underarms leaving both breasts to her mentors hands which had become loving feather dusters once again. Next she explored her victim's long elegant neck whilst also playing with Miss Peacock's long elegant legs using her stocking-clad toes. Her mentor did the same using her long legs to rub Miss Peacock’s calves whilst Amira's legs could only reach the taller woman's thighs. Miss Peacock was clearly aroused and comforted by this as she squirmed and Amira enjoyed feeling her victim's hip bone rub against her as she snuggled close to her first tickle-crush.

Amira's mentor encouraged her to try the stiff black feathers on Miss Peacock's engorged nipples that were already swollen and throbbing with pleasure. Amira slowly began to circle the tips of her feathers around the outer rim of each nipple before circling inwards to brush the areolae softly before tormenting the hard buds.

"Aaaaah!!! Oh Go-oOOOH! PLEASE!!!" Miss Peacock begged as the new sensations drove her hard to heaven and hell.

"Please what?!" The demoness asked flatly.

"Please let me...." Miss Peacock begged desperately.

"Please let you go?....." The demoness purred as Miss Peacock screwed up her soft, normally demure face into a rictus of trembling desperation.

"No chance of that!" Amira added as she began flicking and sawing the feather across her teachers nipples in random staccato strokes.

"AHH! AHH!! AHHH!... OOOOHHHH!" Miss Peacock panted in a flustered response to the new torment.

"We are going to tickle you like this all night long!" Amira whispered in her former teacher's earlier

Miss Peacock trembled as she felt something in her psyche and body yield.

"Yes!.. you are going to be our little tickle toy all night long whether you like it or not!..." Amira continued to tease, loving the way her sexy victim responded to her taunts.

"Ooo-ooh! Aaahhh!..." The sexy teacher moaned, no longer able to conceal her arousal as the sexy middle-eastern woman whispered seductively in her ears.

"We are going to tickle you until you beg us to let you orgasm! We are going to tickle you until you can't take it anymore...Amira continued, loving the way here teachers eyes moved from side to side as she tickled.

Her mentor had left the verbal teasing up to her new pet, yielding their victims underarms, neck and breasts to the small sadist. Quietly she teased Miss Peacock's tummy and thighs with feathers, impressed with how quickly Amira was learning.

"You are going to beg is to be our tickle-slave, you are going to admit you love being punished, love the submission, love being tormented and tested until you can't take anymore!..." Amira purred.

"AAAAHHHH YES!!! PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR TICKLE SLAVE!!! OOOOH! DON'T MAKE ME BEG!!!"
Miss Peacock wailed as she finally cracked finding this newcomers breathe in her ear irresistible.

"We haven't even started yet!... You are going to beg us to tickle your pussy!... You are going to....Amira continued.

"OOooOoohh! Yes!!!.... Please! I beg you!..." Miss Peacock cried out in genuine submission.

The demoness was impressed, she tried to conceal it but her new pet had surprised her, what had taken her several lifetimes had been accomplished in a few hours maybe. As Miss Peacock trembled, quivered and begged she slowly tickled her thighs getting the attention of her pet after letting the verbal teasing carry on long enough to take the hysterical Miss Peacock to the very limit of humility. The poor woman was a humble, trembling, quivering mass of hot nerve endings at Amira's mercy.

"Now look here petal, it is like a waterfall under these so we will dispense with them..." The demoness purred as she pulled away the dripping wet silk panties.

Miss Peacock sighed and moaned as they air plucked at her throbbing pussy.

"Now I am going to recommend starting with a feather and changing to a fine paintbrush, what I want you to do is keep teasing her whilst she begs..." The demon secretary explained as Amira propped herself up on one elbow, pretending to ignore Miss Peacock's piteous pleading.

"You have done her well so far, let's just see if you can keep her begging whilst teasing her directly..."

Amira accepted the feather and began teasing the soft area where Miss Peacock’s thighs met her taint, her victim shrieked and writhed. The feather was pure torture but it was clear she longed for its soft touches. Amira continued to tease her victim verbally;

"Yes you like that! Beg for me to let you climax!"

As commanded Miss Peacock begged, she had given all control over to this small sadist. The Demoness was impressed, she had let a few mortals play with this favoured toy and often found she responded better to human tormentors. The last had been the gamer girl who had needed encouragement her own tickle-phobia getting in the way. Krampella remembered the short green-haired avatar kneeling over the struggling Miss Peacock, her own ankles held by two hands with two other ready to tickle if she disobeyed or showed any mercy. She would have to 'get that one out of storage and have another play with her soon!' Krampella thought as she watched Amira's masterclass of torment.

Amira had slowly tormented Miss Peacock to a heaving heap of submissive tingling flesh. The sexy teacher had given over all control and begged and pleaded for her new 'Mistress' to let her climax. Amira quietly whispered: 'Not yet! You need to beg more!' at her own Mistress' instruction she accepted the fine paintbrush and got to work on her teachers engorged pussy starting with her pussy lips and teasing everyone so gently as she worked inwards.

"Now as your Mistress, little petal; you must tickle her clit. Try not to let her climax just yet.. see how long you can keep her on the very edge..."

Amira obeyed taking the point of the paintbrush from where she had been tracing arcs over Miss Peacock's hood to circle the engorged bulb. The effect was instantaneous as Miss Peacock’s body heaved unable to take even a second of the pure torture. With a primal scream of rage the desperate teacher climaxed hard. Her face was a desperate red mask of ecstasy as all her pent up frustration left her with a hard squirt of quim followed by another and another. Amira didn't stop, tickling the hypersensitive teacher to agony as she climaxed again and again before passing out.

Thinking her pet deserved a treat the demoness tipped a bucket of water over the exhausted teacher. Suddenly awake and alert Miss Peacock screamed. The water seemed to disappear after impact, the bed was dry apart from her own juices that still dripped from her smouldering pussy.

"A little treat for you my pet!..." The demoness purred, adding; "all the post-orgasm sensitivity with none of the exhaustion!"

Amira beamed and explored her victim's upper body taking delight at the now genuine struggles to escape. The small woman straddled her former teacher and resumed tickling her underarms and breasts making the sexy teacher buck and thrash. Just as she was about to dismounted two hands grabbed Amira's ankles from the bed itself making her squeal.

"Keep tickling her no matter what! I want to see how well you tickle whilst getting tickled!" The demoness purred

Amira squirmed but obeyed. What felt like a thumb and forefinger held each of her big toes in their black sheer silk stockings and two index fingers began to lightly trace her arches. She tried to keep up her frantic tickling of Miss Peacock’s sides but couldn't help squirm and lose her balance slipping closer to her teacher. Suddenly Amira's black dominatrix outfit was gone and she wore a skimpy two piece bikini with the same cute watermelon print fabric as her stolen ensemble. Her crotch now bounced on Miss Peacock’s tummy as she tried to regain her balance.

From Miss Peacock's feet the demoness smiled enjoying the sight of her pets as she writhed and squirmed. Miss Peacock’s soles were now getting treated to hairbrushes and electric toothbrushes, the hypersensitive nerves on overdrive as she frantically struggled. It had been necessary to give the struggling teacher a toffee-gag as she tried to bite down on her own lips. Amira was doing quite well considering, but could only use her fingers to tickle her victim just to either side of her breasts. As she struggled Miss Peacock was rubbing hard against Amira and the sudden orgasm hit the small sadist hard as her body submitted. No longer able to resist multiple hands tickled both women as both climaxed in one another's arms again and again. After an eternity of delicious torment Amira awoke naked in a sheen of sweet with one red sheet wrapped around her. To her dismay Miss Peacock was gone.

"I put her back into the bed, but I saved her for you at the point you had her if you want a cuddle later..." Her mentor offered.

Amira missed Miss Peacock but found herself sat on the bed in her boots and black dominatrix outfit. Her mentor beckoned her;

"C'mon I have special surprise for you!"

Amira patted the bed twice wondering if it was only Miss Peacock in there. Slowly she stood and walked away, looking over her shoulder at the red round bed that held countless copies of a sentient, struggling sexy woman just waiting to be teased and played with again.

The two sadists walked back down the corridor from the neo-classical depictions of tickle-torture, then past the medieval tapestries and the then past the Roman frescoes and mosaic. As they pair reached the ancient Greek part of the tunnel, Amira realised she was in a trance and felt a deep sense of concern. She tried to stop walking but found herself in the cavern where she had tortured he hare-girl only now the seductress was nowhere to be seen.

“Wait there is no-one here to tickle?” Amira asked

“WRONG!”

Came the booming reply.

Amira shrieked as her ankles were seized. Through the floor two gingerbread men emerged wrestling with her as she frantically struggled. Two more appeared impossibly rising up from the dust. No longer static the four abominations seized Amira by wrists and ankles and stretched her out with each one of her limbs over their shoulders.

“Nooooo!.....” Amira wailed, knowing in her soul what was about to happen.

She felt her limbs stretch as she became taller, her mentor- turned captor cackled cruelly, seizing her chin. With a flick Amira felt her face be changed. She desperately struggled, already knowing what cruel trick her captor had played. Laughing still the dreadful demoness held up a small jewelled mirror to show Amira her new face. Amira already knew what she would see in the mirror:

She was now the harlot!...

She was now the harem-girl!...

She was now the taller sexy middle-eastern woman she had tickle-tortured so cruelly and for so long...

“I think it is you who deserved these!....” Her captor announced, sexing the be-jewelled panties from the little pocket in Amira’s boots.

“Please! I was so cruel!” Amira begged.

“You were, and you are about to be again, that remind me time for a ball-gag and a costume change!”

As she replied the dreadful demoness clicked her fingers transforming Amira’s dominatrix outfit into the exotic be-jewelled outfit she had marvelled at before, with the exception of the be-jewelled G-string which the dreadful demoness still held as she purred;

“Three things about this contraption, the jewels are magic. They stop the wearer from being able to climax no matter how much they punish her involuntary movements with scintillating vibrations….”

Amira screamed into her cork gag.

“… And also the wearer can never pass out, never lose sensitivity!”

Amira was frantic, she remembered slapping the poor woman’s soles and roasting.

“And finally… All that roasting and slapping you did, these were why that only made your new feet more sensitive.

As her captor spoke Amira realise her feet had changed, she had the long elegant feet she had always dreamed of but now subject her to her worst nightmare.

Slowly the dreadful demoness applied the dubious garment, as she trembled Amira heard footsteps approaching and muffled voices. Suddenly she was alone awaiting torment, she knew every torture she would suffer. The memory of every terrible touch haunted her memory, she knew all too well the terrible torment that she was about to inflict, upon herself!...


To be continued.

 

[ToesandSoles]

It's been a while but man it's great to get a continuation of Amira's story. I really like the idea of Krampella taking an active role in tutoring a future sadistic elf. Very hot to see just how sadistic the tickling can get. Plus nice twist on Amira getting some comeuppance for being a naughty little theif. I wonder where her story and Sasha's will go next.

 

[Viewmaster]

It's been a while but man it's great to get a continuation of Amira's story. I really like the idea of Krampella taking an active role in tutoring a future sadistic elf. Very hot to see just how sadistic the tickling can get. Plus nice twist on Amira getting some comeuppance for being a naughty little theif. I wonder where her story and Sasha's will go next.

Thank you

I have some things written and many things planned. Might not post a third before Christmas itself but it is good to know my stories are appreciated 🙂