InterrogationAI
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Jeta stood waiting with nothing covering her slightly tan and muscular body, not a stich of clothing on her as the collar and cuffs had been removed while she waited for Samantha to change her cloths. She was waiting to be brought down to the dungeon by her new mistress for a tickle session, and while her mistress had said she would not be equaling the multi-hour sessions with max strength sensitizer increasing her sensitivity by ten times she was still nervous. Soon her new mistress returned wearing nothing be a set of comfortable black sweats matching her raven black hair done up in a long ponytail, her dusty brown skinned and fit body almost resembling a lighter skinned less muscular and shorter version of Jeta’s with larger boobs. Samantha reached out her hands and Jeta knelt so that her new mistress could touch her face, she ran her hands though her new slave’s pixy cut blond hair and stared into their blue eyes with her hazel eyes and smiled slightly as she led her prize to her dungeon.
Samantha “So Jeta I am going to take you down to my dungeon, stretch you out on a rack, and have some fun with your body for an hour or two. Most likely while I will tickle you multiple times over the weekend it will be infrequent after that because I will be placing most of my focus on Aliana when I get her back. Understand, any objections?”
Jeta “Yes mistress, I understand.”
Samantha “Good now I understand you are a former mistress in addition to the housekeeping skills taught to you by Luan? So I will be renting a so you can demonstrate your skills after this tickling session.”
Jeta “I will do my best mistress.”
Jeta felt slightly more relaxed, her new mistress seemed to show interest in her beyond using her as a piece of ticklish meat to torment or resell so that boded well for her. She dutifully followed her new mistress down a set of stars and through a hallway and waited as her mistress entered some commands on a set of wall controls before opening the door at the end of the hallway, beyond the door was a small but spacious dungeon with minimal adornment save for the large straight rack in its center. The rack was a dark and sinister thing that sent a shiver down Jeta’s spine, slightly inclined with a heavy set of stocks at one end a strong chain attached to a large drum at the other. Samantha calmly led Jeta to the rack and had her sit down upon it, she placed her palm on her slaves toned belly and pushed her back onto the device before moving to restrain her. First her wrists were restrained one at a time with the large padded shackles closing with audible clicks, then her ankles were placed in the stocks that closed with an audible thunk before her toes were tied back to render her feet wholly immobile. Samantha slowly walked to the head of the rack while dragging a finger along her slaves side from ankle to wrist with a trick she had often used on Aliana to demonstrate her helplessness, noting how her new slave struggled in vain to suppress a giggle as the finger briefly dipped into her sensitive armpit. As her new prepared to tickle her Jeta tried to clear her mind to endure the coming sensation, she new this was a futile gesture as she would be reduced to a laughing shrieking mess either way but something in her meant she had to at least try to resist the sensation. Samantha began the process of tightening her slave down on the rack, tightening it up some then going to tickle her slave’s sensitive armpits to check for any wiggle then returning to tighten a few more notches until eventually she was stretched tight enough that she could barely twitch let alone wiggle and struggle. Samantha stood back for a second to admire the slave’s body that while it did not inspire the same lust and passion in her that her girlfriend’s body did it was still an impressive sight, Jeta’s strong body was utterly helpless and bowstring taut so that her muscles were well defined under tight skin and rendered powerless to resist the tickling she was about to receive.
Samantha did not did not immediately go for Jeta’s venerable armpits or defenseless feet despite knowing they were her most sensitive area and instead straddled her slave’s thighs and began to play her fingers across their washboard abs, smiling as they tried to hold back their giggles and failed under the teasing fingers. After roughly ten minutes of teasing giggles and snickers out of her new slave Samantha decided it was time to move on from teasing as she got up from her position straddling her slave’s thighs and moved down to her bound feet, Jeta briefly looked up when her mistress moved then put her head back down again and started to breath heavily as she saw that her feet were soon to be tickled. Though she started slow at first with just one or two fingers per foot this was enough to bring about loud peals of laughter, so she switched to use all her fingers to rake and scabble up and down her slave’s taut sensitive soles resulting in heavy continual laughter while they shook their head back and forth as she continued the tickling for fifteen minutes before stopping. When the tickling of her feet finally stopped Jeta took a few deep gasping breaths to calm her nerves somewhat as she heard Samantha walking up beside her, when she looked up again, she saw her mistress straddling her waste before she set her head down again and braced herself for the tickling. Her mistress started by slowly circling a single finger continually in each of the stretched hollows of her arm pits to elicit loud peals of laughter, after a few minutes of this she started to tickle her in earnest as she started to quickly kneed and spider the sensitive pits and reduce her to heavy continual laughter for the next fifteen minutes of tickling for the next fifteen minutes before stopping and give her a chance to gasp deeply and try to regain her composure.
Samantha “Interesting, with this sort of targeting of sensitive spots Aliana would have been begging but you don’t beg at all and just accept the tickling. While I like the sensitivity of your feet and pits I personally prefer belly tickling myself but you belly is far less sensitive to tickling, I am going to put some medium strength sensitizer on your belly to multiply its sensitivity by five times to bring it to parity with your feet and pits then finish off this hour. Then I will tickle you for a second hour before I have a different job for you.”
Jeta “I understand, thank you for your mercy.”
As Samantha walked away to get the sensitizer Jeta was deep in thought, only two hours of tickling was far more merciful than she was used to even if she were to be coated in max strength sensitizer and had her whole body set upon by auto ticklers for the remainder. There was always the possibility that her new mistress was lying to her and after the second hour she would simply but a biostasis patch on her then leave her at the mercy of auto ticklers for the next 48 hours, but Jeta could still hold onto hope. Her mistress the returned with a bottle of medium strength sensitizer and began to apply it to her belly causing the familiar tingling sensation, she just thanked herself that it was on her belly rather than her pits and feet and that it was medium strength rather than maximum strength that would multiply her sensitivity by ten times. Samantha smiled as she finished rubbing in the sensitizer and then moved to straddle her stretched slave’s thighs to give her easy access to the well-defined tummy, she started by tracing the edges of her muscles with one finger from each hand and even this was enough to have her break down into loud peals of laughter. After five minutes of this gentler tickling Samantha picked up the tempo as she scrabbled fingers rapidly back and forth along the surface of the toned belly and squeezing sides with abandon, at this Jeta dropped into do low and continual laughter and squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head back and forth as if to try and shake off the sensation as she was tickled for the next fifteen minutes. Once the first hour of ticking was concluded Samantha dismounted her new slave’s thighs and walked off with the bottle of sensitizer to get more tools, Jeta for her part inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times to bring her body under control so she could better withstand whatever was next to come.
Jeta soon saw Samantha return smiling at her with a pair of auto tickler brushes in each hand, Jeta thanked small mercies that she had not brought back a bottle of sensitizer as well. Her mistress predictably placed one brush against the sole of each foot and one pressed into the hollow of each armpit, she then moved to once again straddle her slave’s thighs while holding the remote control for the auto ticklers in one hand then smiled and pressed the button. Jeta shrieked with laughter as the soft brushes spun against her most vulnerable areas, her desperate laughter reached greater heights as Samantha began aggressively prodding and spidering her sensitized tummy. For the first two dozen minutes she moved between peels of desperate laughter and tormented silent laughter as she shook her head back and forth as tears leaked from her eyes, the combination of spinning brushes against her soft soles and within her stretched armpits as well as her mistresses skilled fingers working on her firm belly. However, after a few dozen minutes Jeta’s reactions changed entirely as her body seemed to tense slightly then loosen and relax despite the tension of the rack, she stopped shaking her head and stared straight ahead blankly as tears continued to stream from her eyes as her laughter became relaxed, of an even tempo, and demonstrating a simple broken acceptance of her situation. Samantha was initially shocked then intrigued by this reaction as she continued to torment her suffering slave for the remainder of the hour, this level of submission was common from slaves who had spent long periods of time in slave breaker dungeons but rare elsewhere and a testament to Luan’s skill and ruthlessness.
Jeta relaxed and calmed herself composed herself over the next few minutes and anticipated what may be done to her next, she was somewhat surprised when she felt the tenson on her body reduce as the rack was loosened then felt her wrists being unshackled and sat up to see her toes being untied and the stocks being opened. She quickly got off the rack and went in front of her mistress and bowed on her hands and knees.
Jeta “Thank you mistress Samantha for your mercy. How will I best serve you now?”
Samantha “I just wanted to play with your body after I got you so you don’t need to worry about being tickle tortured unless you misbehave, I have Alaina for that. Now as I said previously, another slave I rented for a couple of hours will be arriving shortly and I want you to demonstrate your skill at tickling on them. If you prove skilled you will likely be serving as my assistant tickle torturer in the future. In the meantime, I want to pick out an outfit for you to wear.”
Jeta nodded and got up to follow her mistress, internally she was ecstatic with her new mistress and eager to please. Samantha was proving to be merciful, easy going, and kind, beyond this the interest in her tickling skills gave her private fantasies of being able to act more like the dominant she had been before her fall from grace even if she was a slave. She was taken up to a room that she was told would be hers, while it was rather small and spartan it was far better than a cell or a simple cot so she was pleased. As for cloths Samantha had evidently decided on a “tough girl” look for her and all of the outfits as all included a matching set of wristbands, anklebands, and choker all of which were made of black leather and studded with blunt metal spikes. Her outfit for the upcoming tickling consisted with a set of black short shorts that matched her bands and that made sure to leave far more skin exposed than her mistress, and while she was not supposed to be the one being tickled, she could not shake off the nervous feeling that if she underperformed, she would go straight back on the rack. After getting dressed and posing before her mistress they heard the sound of the doorbell and went to see if it was the newly arrived slave.
The new slave was who rang the doorbell and currently stood on the doorstep dressed in a white bikini, she had chocolate brown skin, hazel eyes, short curly black hair, and a short and curvy with a plump but not quite fat build slightly heavier than Aliana. Samantha had rented this slave in the past before she had become a mistress and before she had gained Aliana as a slave, specifically she had been rented because not only did she have a similar body to Aliana but also because she ticklish in similar places and to a similar degree so Samantha figured she would be a good test for her new slave’s skill at tickling and seeing if she would be a good addition for tickling her girlfriend. Samantha motioned the new slave, who went by the name of Ginger, into her home and she and Jeta escorted her down to the dungeon. The slave shivered slightly as she stood before the rack after stripping off her few remaining pieces of clothing, Samantha turned to Jeta and smiled.
Samantha “Ok Jeta, put Ginger on the rack and show me you well you can tickle.”
Jeta “At once mistress.”
Jeta calmly took Ginger by the hand and helped her onto the rack, opening the stocks at the end and securing her feet and tying back her toes before pushing her gently back onto the rack before securing her wrists in the strong leather shackles. Jeta calmly walked to the head of the rack and began turning the wheel to stretch out Ginger’s body. She kept tightening the rack stopping from time to time to tickle the slave’s body to see how much she could struggle then tightening the wheel another one or two clicks, by the time she was done ginger was stretched into full immobility with her armpits held in deep hollows and the skin of her plump belly stretched taut and sensitive. She then moved to straddle the slaves’ soft thighs to give her easy access to their sensitive tummy, they looked up into her eyes with quickening breath as her fingers hovered over the fully exposed belly before her. Jeta began to squeeze Gingers sides causing her to shrike then break down into a mess of giggles, she slowly worked her hands up and down the slave’s sides for several minutes until their giggles gave way to true laughter. Swiftly she brough her hands to the slave’s belly and began to drag and spider them across the exposed surface causing them to throw back their head in loud peals of laughter punctuated by the occasional shriek when her fingers entered their belly button.
After several minutes of continuous belly tickling Ginger was openly begging for mercy, then Jeta stopped and shifted her position. Ginger took time to gasp and regain her breath then looked up to see her tormenter’s hand poised by her breasts. Jeta immediately began spidering and dragging her nails along the sensitive sides and undersides of Gingers breasts bringing forth peals of low husky laughter for several minutes. Following this she swiftly brought her fingers to Gingers armpits causing her to squeal before breaking out into high pitch laughter as Jeta scratched and spidered her fingers within the deep stretched hollows. After tickling for Gingers armpits for several more minutes Jeta decided to return to ticking her belly as it had proved to be her most sensitive part, her quick transition from scratching armpits to dragging her nails across the sensitive skin of Gingers belly was rewarded with a shrike accompanied by desperate pleading and heavy laughter. After several more minutes Ginger has ceased to beg and simply laughed as Jeta quickly and methodically worked her fingers across the helpless belly and along the sensitive sides, Ginger simply laughed desperately as tears started to leak from her tightly shut eyes. Suddenly, Samantha raised her hand for Jeta to stop which she immediately did, Ginger taking the opportunity to pant and regain her breath.
Samantha “Thank you Jeta I think you have proven that you have more then enough skill to assist me. Now here, apply this to Gingers belly and help me with her.”
Jeta “Thank you mistress, at once mistress.”
Samantha moved up to the now clamed but slightly nervous Ginger and calmly popped a ball gag into her mouth, the surprised slave made a muffled gasp and tried to look up the table and her eyes widened at what she saw. Jeta has a bottle of maximum strength sensitizer that would increase the sensitivity of Gingers skin to tickling by ten times, Ginger gave a small smile and started to rub it into Gingers exposed belly as she started to desperately shake her head back and forth. She quickly turned to Samantha with pleading eyes only to have them covered with a blindfold, soon Samantha and Jeta were standing at either side of the belly of the now blindfolded, ball gaged, and sensitized Ginger who was making desperate muffled pleading sounds to try an convince them to stop. After a dozen seconds passed the two ticklers at a silent single between them began to work over the hypersensitized sides and belly of the helplessly stretched slave, she immediately screamed into her gag with peals of utterly desperate laughter and in moments tears were leaking out from under her blindfold as sweat started to break out across her body. As the two ticklers continued to exploit the hypersensitive belly of the racked slave before them Samantha could not help to wonder to herself how Aliana was holding out, knowing that the upcoming weekend would likely be the most severe tickling she had ever experienced by an order of magnitude.
Samantha “So Jeta I am going to take you down to my dungeon, stretch you out on a rack, and have some fun with your body for an hour or two. Most likely while I will tickle you multiple times over the weekend it will be infrequent after that because I will be placing most of my focus on Aliana when I get her back. Understand, any objections?”
Jeta “Yes mistress, I understand.”
Samantha “Good now I understand you are a former mistress in addition to the housekeeping skills taught to you by Luan? So I will be renting a so you can demonstrate your skills after this tickling session.”
Jeta “I will do my best mistress.”
Jeta felt slightly more relaxed, her new mistress seemed to show interest in her beyond using her as a piece of ticklish meat to torment or resell so that boded well for her. She dutifully followed her new mistress down a set of stars and through a hallway and waited as her mistress entered some commands on a set of wall controls before opening the door at the end of the hallway, beyond the door was a small but spacious dungeon with minimal adornment save for the large straight rack in its center. The rack was a dark and sinister thing that sent a shiver down Jeta’s spine, slightly inclined with a heavy set of stocks at one end a strong chain attached to a large drum at the other. Samantha calmly led Jeta to the rack and had her sit down upon it, she placed her palm on her slaves toned belly and pushed her back onto the device before moving to restrain her. First her wrists were restrained one at a time with the large padded shackles closing with audible clicks, then her ankles were placed in the stocks that closed with an audible thunk before her toes were tied back to render her feet wholly immobile. Samantha slowly walked to the head of the rack while dragging a finger along her slaves side from ankle to wrist with a trick she had often used on Aliana to demonstrate her helplessness, noting how her new slave struggled in vain to suppress a giggle as the finger briefly dipped into her sensitive armpit. As her new prepared to tickle her Jeta tried to clear her mind to endure the coming sensation, she new this was a futile gesture as she would be reduced to a laughing shrieking mess either way but something in her meant she had to at least try to resist the sensation. Samantha began the process of tightening her slave down on the rack, tightening it up some then going to tickle her slave’s sensitive armpits to check for any wiggle then returning to tighten a few more notches until eventually she was stretched tight enough that she could barely twitch let alone wiggle and struggle. Samantha stood back for a second to admire the slave’s body that while it did not inspire the same lust and passion in her that her girlfriend’s body did it was still an impressive sight, Jeta’s strong body was utterly helpless and bowstring taut so that her muscles were well defined under tight skin and rendered powerless to resist the tickling she was about to receive.
Samantha did not did not immediately go for Jeta’s venerable armpits or defenseless feet despite knowing they were her most sensitive area and instead straddled her slave’s thighs and began to play her fingers across their washboard abs, smiling as they tried to hold back their giggles and failed under the teasing fingers. After roughly ten minutes of teasing giggles and snickers out of her new slave Samantha decided it was time to move on from teasing as she got up from her position straddling her slave’s thighs and moved down to her bound feet, Jeta briefly looked up when her mistress moved then put her head back down again and started to breath heavily as she saw that her feet were soon to be tickled. Though she started slow at first with just one or two fingers per foot this was enough to bring about loud peals of laughter, so she switched to use all her fingers to rake and scabble up and down her slave’s taut sensitive soles resulting in heavy continual laughter while they shook their head back and forth as she continued the tickling for fifteen minutes before stopping. When the tickling of her feet finally stopped Jeta took a few deep gasping breaths to calm her nerves somewhat as she heard Samantha walking up beside her, when she looked up again, she saw her mistress straddling her waste before she set her head down again and braced herself for the tickling. Her mistress started by slowly circling a single finger continually in each of the stretched hollows of her arm pits to elicit loud peals of laughter, after a few minutes of this she started to tickle her in earnest as she started to quickly kneed and spider the sensitive pits and reduce her to heavy continual laughter for the next fifteen minutes of tickling for the next fifteen minutes before stopping and give her a chance to gasp deeply and try to regain her composure.
Samantha “Interesting, with this sort of targeting of sensitive spots Aliana would have been begging but you don’t beg at all and just accept the tickling. While I like the sensitivity of your feet and pits I personally prefer belly tickling myself but you belly is far less sensitive to tickling, I am going to put some medium strength sensitizer on your belly to multiply its sensitivity by five times to bring it to parity with your feet and pits then finish off this hour. Then I will tickle you for a second hour before I have a different job for you.”
Jeta “I understand, thank you for your mercy.”
As Samantha walked away to get the sensitizer Jeta was deep in thought, only two hours of tickling was far more merciful than she was used to even if she were to be coated in max strength sensitizer and had her whole body set upon by auto ticklers for the remainder. There was always the possibility that her new mistress was lying to her and after the second hour she would simply but a biostasis patch on her then leave her at the mercy of auto ticklers for the next 48 hours, but Jeta could still hold onto hope. Her mistress the returned with a bottle of medium strength sensitizer and began to apply it to her belly causing the familiar tingling sensation, she just thanked herself that it was on her belly rather than her pits and feet and that it was medium strength rather than maximum strength that would multiply her sensitivity by ten times. Samantha smiled as she finished rubbing in the sensitizer and then moved to straddle her stretched slave’s thighs to give her easy access to the well-defined tummy, she started by tracing the edges of her muscles with one finger from each hand and even this was enough to have her break down into loud peals of laughter. After five minutes of this gentler tickling Samantha picked up the tempo as she scrabbled fingers rapidly back and forth along the surface of the toned belly and squeezing sides with abandon, at this Jeta dropped into do low and continual laughter and squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head back and forth as if to try and shake off the sensation as she was tickled for the next fifteen minutes. Once the first hour of ticking was concluded Samantha dismounted her new slave’s thighs and walked off with the bottle of sensitizer to get more tools, Jeta for her part inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times to bring her body under control so she could better withstand whatever was next to come.
Jeta soon saw Samantha return smiling at her with a pair of auto tickler brushes in each hand, Jeta thanked small mercies that she had not brought back a bottle of sensitizer as well. Her mistress predictably placed one brush against the sole of each foot and one pressed into the hollow of each armpit, she then moved to once again straddle her slave’s thighs while holding the remote control for the auto ticklers in one hand then smiled and pressed the button. Jeta shrieked with laughter as the soft brushes spun against her most vulnerable areas, her desperate laughter reached greater heights as Samantha began aggressively prodding and spidering her sensitized tummy. For the first two dozen minutes she moved between peels of desperate laughter and tormented silent laughter as she shook her head back and forth as tears leaked from her eyes, the combination of spinning brushes against her soft soles and within her stretched armpits as well as her mistresses skilled fingers working on her firm belly. However, after a few dozen minutes Jeta’s reactions changed entirely as her body seemed to tense slightly then loosen and relax despite the tension of the rack, she stopped shaking her head and stared straight ahead blankly as tears continued to stream from her eyes as her laughter became relaxed, of an even tempo, and demonstrating a simple broken acceptance of her situation. Samantha was initially shocked then intrigued by this reaction as she continued to torment her suffering slave for the remainder of the hour, this level of submission was common from slaves who had spent long periods of time in slave breaker dungeons but rare elsewhere and a testament to Luan’s skill and ruthlessness.
Jeta relaxed and calmed herself composed herself over the next few minutes and anticipated what may be done to her next, she was somewhat surprised when she felt the tenson on her body reduce as the rack was loosened then felt her wrists being unshackled and sat up to see her toes being untied and the stocks being opened. She quickly got off the rack and went in front of her mistress and bowed on her hands and knees.
Jeta “Thank you mistress Samantha for your mercy. How will I best serve you now?”
Samantha “I just wanted to play with your body after I got you so you don’t need to worry about being tickle tortured unless you misbehave, I have Alaina for that. Now as I said previously, another slave I rented for a couple of hours will be arriving shortly and I want you to demonstrate your skill at tickling on them. If you prove skilled you will likely be serving as my assistant tickle torturer in the future. In the meantime, I want to pick out an outfit for you to wear.”
Jeta nodded and got up to follow her mistress, internally she was ecstatic with her new mistress and eager to please. Samantha was proving to be merciful, easy going, and kind, beyond this the interest in her tickling skills gave her private fantasies of being able to act more like the dominant she had been before her fall from grace even if she was a slave. She was taken up to a room that she was told would be hers, while it was rather small and spartan it was far better than a cell or a simple cot so she was pleased. As for cloths Samantha had evidently decided on a “tough girl” look for her and all of the outfits as all included a matching set of wristbands, anklebands, and choker all of which were made of black leather and studded with blunt metal spikes. Her outfit for the upcoming tickling consisted with a set of black short shorts that matched her bands and that made sure to leave far more skin exposed than her mistress, and while she was not supposed to be the one being tickled, she could not shake off the nervous feeling that if she underperformed, she would go straight back on the rack. After getting dressed and posing before her mistress they heard the sound of the doorbell and went to see if it was the newly arrived slave.
The new slave was who rang the doorbell and currently stood on the doorstep dressed in a white bikini, she had chocolate brown skin, hazel eyes, short curly black hair, and a short and curvy with a plump but not quite fat build slightly heavier than Aliana. Samantha had rented this slave in the past before she had become a mistress and before she had gained Aliana as a slave, specifically she had been rented because not only did she have a similar body to Aliana but also because she ticklish in similar places and to a similar degree so Samantha figured she would be a good test for her new slave’s skill at tickling and seeing if she would be a good addition for tickling her girlfriend. Samantha motioned the new slave, who went by the name of Ginger, into her home and she and Jeta escorted her down to the dungeon. The slave shivered slightly as she stood before the rack after stripping off her few remaining pieces of clothing, Samantha turned to Jeta and smiled.
Samantha “Ok Jeta, put Ginger on the rack and show me you well you can tickle.”
Jeta “At once mistress.”
Jeta calmly took Ginger by the hand and helped her onto the rack, opening the stocks at the end and securing her feet and tying back her toes before pushing her gently back onto the rack before securing her wrists in the strong leather shackles. Jeta calmly walked to the head of the rack and began turning the wheel to stretch out Ginger’s body. She kept tightening the rack stopping from time to time to tickle the slave’s body to see how much she could struggle then tightening the wheel another one or two clicks, by the time she was done ginger was stretched into full immobility with her armpits held in deep hollows and the skin of her plump belly stretched taut and sensitive. She then moved to straddle the slaves’ soft thighs to give her easy access to their sensitive tummy, they looked up into her eyes with quickening breath as her fingers hovered over the fully exposed belly before her. Jeta began to squeeze Gingers sides causing her to shrike then break down into a mess of giggles, she slowly worked her hands up and down the slave’s sides for several minutes until their giggles gave way to true laughter. Swiftly she brough her hands to the slave’s belly and began to drag and spider them across the exposed surface causing them to throw back their head in loud peals of laughter punctuated by the occasional shriek when her fingers entered their belly button.
After several minutes of continuous belly tickling Ginger was openly begging for mercy, then Jeta stopped and shifted her position. Ginger took time to gasp and regain her breath then looked up to see her tormenter’s hand poised by her breasts. Jeta immediately began spidering and dragging her nails along the sensitive sides and undersides of Gingers breasts bringing forth peals of low husky laughter for several minutes. Following this she swiftly brought her fingers to Gingers armpits causing her to squeal before breaking out into high pitch laughter as Jeta scratched and spidered her fingers within the deep stretched hollows. After tickling for Gingers armpits for several more minutes Jeta decided to return to ticking her belly as it had proved to be her most sensitive part, her quick transition from scratching armpits to dragging her nails across the sensitive skin of Gingers belly was rewarded with a shrike accompanied by desperate pleading and heavy laughter. After several more minutes Ginger has ceased to beg and simply laughed as Jeta quickly and methodically worked her fingers across the helpless belly and along the sensitive sides, Ginger simply laughed desperately as tears started to leak from her tightly shut eyes. Suddenly, Samantha raised her hand for Jeta to stop which she immediately did, Ginger taking the opportunity to pant and regain her breath.
Samantha “Thank you Jeta I think you have proven that you have more then enough skill to assist me. Now here, apply this to Gingers belly and help me with her.”
Jeta “Thank you mistress, at once mistress.”
Samantha moved up to the now clamed but slightly nervous Ginger and calmly popped a ball gag into her mouth, the surprised slave made a muffled gasp and tried to look up the table and her eyes widened at what she saw. Jeta has a bottle of maximum strength sensitizer that would increase the sensitivity of Gingers skin to tickling by ten times, Ginger gave a small smile and started to rub it into Gingers exposed belly as she started to desperately shake her head back and forth. She quickly turned to Samantha with pleading eyes only to have them covered with a blindfold, soon Samantha and Jeta were standing at either side of the belly of the now blindfolded, ball gaged, and sensitized Ginger who was making desperate muffled pleading sounds to try an convince them to stop. After a dozen seconds passed the two ticklers at a silent single between them began to work over the hypersensitized sides and belly of the helplessly stretched slave, she immediately screamed into her gag with peals of utterly desperate laughter and in moments tears were leaking out from under her blindfold as sweat started to break out across her body. As the two ticklers continued to exploit the hypersensitive belly of the racked slave before them Samantha could not help to wonder to herself how Aliana was holding out, knowing that the upcoming weekend would likely be the most severe tickling she had ever experienced by an order of magnitude.
