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Bridget watched the handsome man in his peculiar costume approach. He was dressed a bit like someone from that film that was banned for years, ‘what was it called’. She held her breath both excited and apprehensive for the tickling that she was about to receive. Bridget wore a beige dress and white linen top and waved absent mindedly with her trapped feet, tapping her toes together in the stocks. The word ‘Ginger’ was written on a chalkboard in front of the stocks above something else Duncan couldn’t make out. Her brown leather sandals sat on top of the stocks along with an assortment of feathers. Duncan vaguely remembered seeing similar footwear on a pair of feet he admired in the gatehouse as their owner walked by, they had a leather loop for each big toe and brass studs running along the top of the foot connecting to more leather straps some of which buckled just above the ankle. Now he was going to tickle the pretty bare feet they had contained;
“You all right there my little sister?” He asked as he approached, putting on a voice to suit his costume.
“Yeah, no one is tickling me though…” The freckly ginger woman replied.
“We will soon sort that!” Duncan asserted with a smirk settling in at the stocks.
“I lii---hi-iike fea-aha-ha ha –eathers!” Bridget protested as Duncan began an exploratory finger tickling.
“Me too!” Duncan replied, not getting the hint. His victim laughed and thrashed rocking backwards and forwards in the stocks, her pleated skirt bouncing as she kicked.
“YOOUUU-UUU-USE… THE…. FEA-HAHA-EATHERS!!” She wailed as he began using his homemade rubber page turners.
Duncan looked down and spotted the words - - - (Feather tickles only) - - - in barely legible handwriting on the chalk board. He finally figured that his victim must like the feel of feathers on her feet, and selected a stiff white goose feather and softer fluffy plume. He began at her toes, her tortured laughter gave way to excited giggles as she curled her long toes against the feathers. Delightfully scrunching and flexing them one at a time in the sequence they were tickled.
“Keep your toes still now!” Duncan teased.
“Oooh! Hee-hee-hee!” His victim replied, sighing as she grinned at her new playmate.
“Splay out these toes and keep them still or I will punish you with more finger tickles!” Duncan threatened playfully.
Bridget ignored his demands and continued to curl and flex her toes against the delicious sensations, she loved to be tickled with feathers and was becoming flushed with arousal. Duncan admired his new tickle-toy, she was very pretty but with hundreds of freckles on her face with many more on her arms and shoulders. Her feet and legs were pale and soft and delightfully smooth, he began to tease the irresistible arches with his little fingers whilst breezing the feathers across the gap under her toes. His victim went insane and batted at his hands with her feet.
“You were warned!” Duncan threatened, dropping the feathers and holding up his hands menacingly.
“No!... No! Nooo-ooo...” Bridget protested, pouting.
“Okay one last chance, keep those toes splayed and those arches upright!” Duncan demanded, picking up the feathers.
Bridget obeyed and panted both excited and aroused. Duncan held the feathers in reverse and ran the two sharp points up and down her soles, sometimes in a straight lines sometimes in a devilish zig-zag. The sensitive ginger tensed up and focused on keeping her feet still.
“No!... Not like that!.... Not like that!....” Bridget pleaded through a tightly clenched rictus.
With a few seconds it was too much and she lost control, desperately flailing and kicking as her efforts to escape were rewarded but evil finger tickles that anticipated her every move. Duncan’s appetite was peaked and he grabbed her left foot to tie the toes.
“No don’t do that! Please!” Bridget begged.
“I told you to keep your feet still!” He chided, securing four of her five long toes leaving the one next to her pinky-toe free to wiggle back and forth helplessly.
As he turned to secure the other foot he was surprised to spot Diane already slipping the second loop over the index toe grinning broadly. The sultry brunette had both the majesty, grace and stealth of a cat.
“Looks like you have found a fun new game?” Diane teased.
“She likes to be tickled with feathers…” Duncan started.
“I like to torture with these!” Diane replied, curling her long red nails evilly.
“NO YOU CAN’T!!....PLEASE NOT THE TWO OF YOU!!!...” Bridget begged as Diane plucked up a handful of grass and rubbed out the warning in brackets on the chalkboard.
“Oh that is evil!...” Duncan commented.
Diane ignored him and asked “What’s your name sweetie?”
“Ginger” The quivering victim replied.
“I can read your board… I meant your real name, your codename isn’t original enough!” Diane chirped.
“B…bu…b..but…” Bridget replied.
“Tickle torture it is!... We will tickle you until you tell us!” Diane insisted as her victim howled.
Duncan quickly joined in the fun slipped on three off his ‘little toys’ and passing some more to Diane who gratefully accepted them. Bridget’s cries attracted more ticklers who clambered over the stocks to tickle her sides, knees and tummy leaving her feet to her interrogators. One of the event organiser approached with a ball-gag and left it on top of the stocks, the poor girls howls had given way to silent laughter by this time but Diane smiled gratefully as the Sandy Blonde remarked cheerfully;
“This is here if you need it…”
The torture continued until the desperate girl was struggling to breathe at which point Diane called for the other torturer’s to give her a break, bored they slunk away as the helpless Bridget recovered her breath.
“You… Bast- ha-ha… NOOOO!” She began before Diane cut her off with a slow skittering of her long nails.
“Is that anyway to talk to the people who came to play with you when no one else would?” The devious brunette asked.
“No… But no more fingers… Please!” The broken Bridget begged.
“Okay no more finger tickles if you tell us your real name…” Duncan compromised.
“Bridget!” The sighing ginger replied.
“Okay ‘Bridget’ I am a little worried about you getting sunburnt on a hot day like this!” Diane added, inflected upon her victim’s name to imply she didn’t believe for a second she was being truthfully.
“I… I put sun cream on!... If you let me out of these stocks I can go and sit in the shade!” Bridget stuttered.
“Hmm! No! No escape for you yet, I want to see this sun cream!” Diane declared.
“Hey!” Bridget protested as Diane seized her light brown leather handbag and opened the brass buckle and began rootling around inside eventually producing a bottle of sun cream.
“Hmm factor 50, I guess I can’t blame you! Did you put it everywhere?” Duncan asked.
“Of course!” Bridget replied nervously.
“Did you put it here?” Diane teased, slowly running the pad of her finger tip down Bridget’s helpless arch.
“Nooo! You said no more finger tickles!” Bridget protested.
“We did didn’t we?” Diane asked rhetorically.
“I have something that could help apply it!” Duncan declared, producing a hairbrush from his pouch.
“So does Bridget!” Diane chirped pulling out a hairbrush from her bag.
“No What? Don’t get sun cream on my hairbrush!” Bridget protested.
“Okay, okay, I will have to use the one I picked up earlier!” Diane retorted holding up a third hairbrush.
The pair laughed evilly applying the sun cream first to the rounded backs of the hairbrushes that fitted into Bridget’s arches perfectly. The gloopy white liquid was haphazardly rubbed in and covered her soles, heel and most of her toes before they decided to turn the evil brushes around. Bridget seemed uncomfortable but slightly unconcerned given her previous reactions. Sensing her victim’s naivety Diane cruelly asked;
“Have you ever been tickled with a hairbrush before Bridget?...”
Bridget’s eyes widened, before she could scream for help the evil bristles made contact causing her to yelp and thrash. Just the two points of the feathers had been unbearable on her soles now what felt like hundreds of bristles explored in her arches, bending under the expert pressure causing them to dance as they flexed.
“You may have to gag her…” Diane observed as Bridget’s laughter became interspersed with primal howls of fury.
Duncan picked up the gag and slipped over to the other side of the stocks, leaving Diane with both hairbrushes. Bridget thrashed, deliberately turning her head away with what little focus she had left.
“Erm.. I.. she” Duncan stuttered as he tried in vain to gag the now slightly quieter tickle victim.
“You take over here I will sort it” Diane offered with just a hint of annoyance in her soft voice.
Duncan took over the hairbrushes moving between the heels and arches and watched the elegant sadist in her sexy red dress as straddled the struggling Bridget. Diane wore elegant red high heeled boots that stopped just above her ivory calves. Duncan admired the boots and legs above and wondered how ticklish the feet within were. Diane held the ball-gag in one hand and tickle Bridget’s ribs with the other.
“The trick is choose your moment and failing that make them open wide…” She began
“Think I can help with that!” Duncan chimed in, focusing the brushes on the centre of Bridget’s arches and scrubbing furiously.
Bridget threw her head back to scream, her cries were cut short as Diane pounced with lightning reflexes. Before Bridget knew it the ball-gag was secured behind her head ensuring a longer and more torturous ordeal at the hands of these sadists.
Diane slunk back over the stocks and spotted a piece of chalk amongst the feathers. Duncan continued his efforts with both hairbrushes as the devious brunette amended the board.
“Oh that is evil!” He remarked before ceasing his assault briefly for Diane to show the board to Bridget.
“Hnnnwww uww kknnnt!” She protested into her ball-gag, eyes wide in fear.
TICKLE ME MERCILESSLY ALL DAY LONG!
The board retained Bridget’s Pseudonym and it was apparent that Diane had copied the handwriting perfectly and even included a little picture of a hairbrush.
“Now if I resume the torture of this sole, could I suggest you put that toothbrush to good use” Diane advised.
Duncan handed her the hairbrush and pulled out the electric toothbrush from his little pouch. His target areas were clear; hairbrush for arch and heel, toothbrush for toes. Diane meanwhile managed a triple assault using a strange red plastic tool to tickle her heels whilst also licking and nibbling the trapped toes. Duncan was too busy to get a proper look at the unusual tickle toy but spotted that it was held from underneath and comprised lots of little spikes arranged on an octagonal panel. Bridget was frantically trying to escape and screamed into her ball-gag shaking the entire stocks with her desperate struggles for freedom. A few new ticklers had arrived and explored her upper body, not bound by the no-fingers rule they explored her underarms and tummy finding sensitive spots in her knees also.
“Is this one okay with this?” A tall ginger woman asked.
“Yes she asked us to tickle her as mercilessly as possible” Diane lied without a trace of deception showing in her voice.
She did not point out the board but knew the giantess had spotted her amendments and accepted them as being genuine.
“Ah okay, could have sworn she only wanted feather tickles or something” Ingrid replied.
“Oh that was just her warm-up period” Diane replied, again showing none of the tell-tale signs that someone is lying.
Duncan began to get slightly worried, he had been caught up in the sadistic thrill that he didn’t realise just how far they had pushed this pretty girl. Not only that, his accomplice had just lied twice without any signs of guilt or hesitation. Normally yout could tell when someone was lying if you knew but Diane was as cool as a cucumber. Bridget had sunk into a desperate tortured laughter that almost looked as if she was convulsing. At Diane’s instructions she was laid back, her wrist restraints being freed from the pole above her head and secured to a peg behind her.
“Okay shall we give her a short break?” Duncan asked, he was not answered but the tickle torture paused.
Bridget was now more helpless than before, she sat on a low seat that formed part of the stocks but her back and shoulders rested on a blanket laid on the grass, a few of the crowd rolled up a spare blanket to place under her lower back and couldn’t resist tickling her helpless tummy that was exposed under her white top.
“Hmmmf!!! . Nnhhhmff!” Bridget protested into her ball gag.
“I think we should let her rest she must be exhausted!” Duncan tried again
“Spoil sport!” Diane teased with a wink.
Duncan was quite taken with Diane, she was a true sadist but so charismatic that he couldn’t resist her allure
“Well perhaps just no hairbrushes then?” Duncan offered, Bridget had truly suffered under the evil bristles and Duncan was beginning to feel guilty.
“Okay… Okay…. I think you might be on to something there!” Diane announced, pulling a biro out from her bag.
Chuckling she began to draw on Bridget’s feet. Bridget squirmed against the toe-ties and thrashed, too ticklish to even stand the single point tracing devilish designs on her sensitive soles. Diane drew another hairbrush on Bridget’s right foot, she was a very talented artist and as Duncan admired her work she passed him a second biro.
“Write ‘Ban the Brush’ on her foot!” She suggested, before questioning it Duncan had written the letter B.
At Bridget’s upper body feathers were being used to her relief, she squirmed hating the sensations on her soles but also glad that the hairbrushes had stopped. The two fiends at her feet had pushed her into previous un-known level of suffering. Tickling had been a turn on for Bridget for as long as she could remember, before she even knew what sex was it fascinated her. She genuinely did not believe it could be used to torture like that, but she had never been tied and tickled before! The helplessness, knowing she couldn’t get away made her a hundred times more sensitive, even to the feather tickles she loved. But when the oily hairbrushes had been scrubbed over her soles she had lost her mind, she genuinely felt at times as though she had been forced from her body. In her more lucid moments Bridget had been astounded to find herself aroused, the tickling was torture and yet her libido burned. Bridget loved feather tickles and had even tried to construct a homemade tickle machine before discovering this event. She had never considered that she could climax from tickling alone, but in the most intense moment of her torture she had dreaded the humiliation of being forced to orgasm in public.
Diane made the final touches to her drawing of a hairbrush, then surrounded it with a circle the quicker swirls of her pen driving Bridget insane. Cackling she crossed her circle with a diagonal line completing her picture. Duncan too used broader strokes of his pen to go over the letters of his message. Attempting to embellish the ‘Ban the Bomb’ sign on her heel with three downward spurs instead of only one.
“Okay so we are going to take a short break because that ticklish girl from the gatehouse is on the rack and I have to have another turn at tickling her!...” Diane began.
“Oh yeah!” Duncan added; he had forgotten about her, she had been carried through the courtyard earlier when they were tickling the blonde.
“In the mean time I want you to think, would you prefer five minute of hairbrush tickling or fifteen minute without?”
“Hmmmff!” Bridget protested into her ball-gag.
Diane adjusted the chalk board, to include a tally explaining the fun game and prohibiting anyone from tickling or releasing ‘Ginger’ from the stocks. She then took Duncan’s hand and guided him over to the rack, a peculiar re-purposed industrial workbench with the athletic brunette from the stocks stretched out tight and her friend from the double stocks strapped down to the other side.
As the pair arrived it seemed as though they had left it too late. The ginger amazon was declaring that the poor girl had suffered enough, Duncan moaned whilst Diane was more observant;
“Wait a minute!” She whispered, having spotted Ingrid’s wink to the woman holding the bucket.
The poor girl screamed as the petite blonde tipped the ice-bucket over her helpless body. She was both blindfolded and gagged and yet her reddening skin betrayed both the action of the cold slushy water and her utter humiliation. The ice cubes were used to tease the sighing moaning brunette strapped down next to the rack device. Duncan and Diane jostled to get closer to the action and eventually managed to find places around the crowded table. Duncan used his home-made tickle-toys to intensify hid finger tickling of the racked girl’s left arch whilst Diane took great pleasure in softly tickling the other victim, cooing and whispering in her eyes.
Duncan saw Diane talking to the colourful Goth girl who seemed to conspire and wink. He had no clue what they were saying but noted the change in her technique, using a softer gentler touch rather than the merciless but skilled onslaught she had demonstrated on her stocked victims. He wouldn’t have thought it possible but Duncan eventually had his fill of the deep smooth arches, he had slipped off his ‘little toys’ wanting to feel her smooth sexy skin but still he grew restless. For some reason he couldn’t stop thinking about Bridget’s pale feet, one part of him wanted to tickle her all day long whereas another was worried if she was okay or not.
Diane too seemed eager to ensure that their victim had not escaped her plight and joined Duncan to leave as a candle was placed in the racked girl’s belly button. They both turned to watch, intrigued by the novel method of torture. Within the first few seconds of tickling the wax began to dribble and drip on her taut tummy and abdomen. The racked victim didn’t seem to be in any pain but was wide-eyed and desperate as her torment continued, her thrashing making the hot wax land further from the candle as she squirmed.
Diane and Duncan returned to the long stocks to find Bridget where they left her
“So have you made up your mind?” Diane asked.
Bridget shook her head and was rewarded by a soft caress of her soles. The crowd had dispersed during the brief break, finding crueller games so Diane slunk over the stocks like a snake wrapping her flexible body around Bridget’s helpless reclined trunk. Duncan used both hands to softly tickle the inky soles, the page turners protecting his fingertips from the wet ink of their fading message. He admired Diane as she skilfully used one hand to remove her boots keeping the other in play to tease Bridget’s underarms with a feather, she had begun to blow in her ears and whisper to her sexily too although Duncan couldn’t hear what she was saying. He tried to focus on her soles but had to keep looking up, eager to catch sight of her soles. She did not disappoint and revealed two slim feet contained in thin red socks.
“Well the crowd has…” Diane began sexily, whispering and blowing in her victim’s ear but talking so that Duncan could also hear. The tally had called for hairbrushes to be used but Duncan took the hint and wiped the board clean.
“… The good news is you will be spared the hairbrushes… For now!... The bad news is we have three times as long to torture you” Diane concluded, using two soft brushes to tickle Bridget’s underarms and neck.
As Diane spoke she cleverly slipped off her socks with her toes, making Duncan lose focus on his task and watch devoutly as he traced the same pattern over Bridget’s helpless arches. Diane was having fun teasing this helpless girl, she had realised what the tickling was doing to her and relished the sensation of her hot throbbing flesh under her skilful administrations. The evil minx leaned in and whispered in Bridget’s ear;
“Yes you are going to climax in front of all these people and there is no stopping it!....”
Diane could tell from Bridget’s reaction that she was both extremely aroused and also terrified of the prospect of being humiliated publicly.
“…Of course it might take a while, I like to leave my victims hanging in suspense for a while. It improves the… Flavour!” Diane added.
Diane continued to softly tickle Bridget’s underarms and neck and cleverly used her toes to tease the backs of her knees before running her soft feet up Bridget’s exposed thighs. Duncan couldn’t help but watch awestruck as the woman in red expertly used all four limbs to tease her victim. Diane had perfect feet with soft round heels, toes that were neither too long nor short and seemed to fit perfectly together. He slowly became aware of Bridget’s feet becoming warm and pink, the ink had smudged almost completely and he was so lost in the moment he was taken completely be surprise when two women joined him. The ginger amazon from the rack was accompanied by the petite blonde who had tipped the ice-bucket over their tightly stretched victim.
“…And to think we were going to let her go before you two started with her!” The amazon boomed, setting down a bowl of hot soapy water.
The petite blonde sat next to Duncan and handed him one of the three scrubbing brushes, smiling nervously.
“Oh… we promised her no brushes!” Duncan stuttered.
“No… she agreed to no more HAIR-brushes!” Diane corrected from the other side of the stocks.
“Well that is alright then!” Ingrid chuckled, joining Duncan and the blonde.
Bridget protested into her gag as Duncan and the two women began scrubbing her soles clean. The stiff bristles and hot soapy water were an all new kind of hell and banished her arousal to make way for an intense desperate need to get away. She hated the stocks, the constant pressure on the tops of her ankles was a constant reminder of her helplessness and seemed to make her ten times as ticklish. The petite blonde used two electric toothbrushes on her toes and the sensitive area underneath, Duncan produced his own toothbrush and joined her grinning and smiling as the long toes desperately tried to escape. This additional torture was inexcusable under the pretence of cleaning the ink from her soles and drove Bridget into a fit. Diane had ceased teasing and used her fingers to deliver a more intense torture to Bridget’s upper body, focusing on her tummy which seemed to yield more torturous and less sensual results.
Eventually the foot scrubbing stopped and Duncan was handed a portable battery powered hairdryer. The amazon instructed him and the petite blonde in the art of heating feet to the point of ticklish perfection with inflicting pain. As the hairdryers whirred Diane resumed her slow teasing of the reddening, squirming ginger, whispering sweet nothings that Duncan couldn’t make out. The process was deemed complete and Bridget’s feet glowed a dark pink, having ensured that no pain was inflicted Ingrid left leaving Nicole to oversee the delicious torture of the hypersensitive soles. Duncan admired the petite blonde as the ginger amazon walked away, she too was attractive in her own way. Kind of like that gardener who used to be on the telly…
The petite blonde giggled and ran her fingertips softly over Bridget’s warm pink arches. The freckled ginger went insane and thrashed, scarcely able to believe how intense the sensations were. Duncan smiled and remembered his victim’s initial request, commenting;
“She proclaims to like feather tickles!...” Plucking the feathers from his cuff links as he spoke.
The petite blonde gathered a few up from around the stocks and lightly breezed them under Bridget’s toes. The intensity of her struggles did not diminish but changed. The torture had not lessoned but her arousal had increased; her right foot seemed the most ticklish, the feather being more infuriating whilst the sensations on her left were softer but interspersed with gentle finger tickles. Nicole smiled unable to resist using her fingers on the arch beneath the purple fluffy feather she had decided was her favourite to use on this girl’s toes. Duncan used two of the brown and beige stripy feathers he had found years earlier, it had been strange to find a wild or game bird’s feathers so far from the countryside but he liked the way they looked. He didn’t know it but they produced a more torturous sensation as he teased and explored Bridget’s right foot. He remembered the techniques he had seen in videos online and testing them out to see which worked best.
Diane meanwhile had resumed her sensual teasing of Bridget, her breath had become rapid and it was apparent she would not last much longer. The sadist in red found that two soft make-up brushes applied to the neck and underarms were the best means to keep her victim trapped in the awful zone twixt pleasure and panic. Diane continued to use her toes to gently stroke the pale, long legs that kicked hopelessly. Bridget’s protests had become quieter and more desperate and Diane judged that the time was right to begin the penultimate phase of her plan to utterly humiliate her victim. With a cat’s grace she carefully slipped out the ball-gag letting it drop on its strap to rest under Bridget’s chin.
“Nooo…. Ple-ease Don’t….” Bridget begged in a quiet voice.
“Please don’t what? Sweetie…” Diane asked innocently.
“Please… Don’t… Make me!.....” Bridget whispered hopeless, the soft tickling of her soles enhancing her arousal.
“Make you what?” Diane asked again sweetly, knowing her victim was close.
The red temptress adjusted to position herself over Bridget’s hips and thighs, turning to face Duncan and the Blonde with a sly wink to her masked companion. Duncan was amazed as she effortlessly positioned her gorgeous toes into Bridget’s helpless underarms. He wouldn’t have noticed but it was impossible to for him to take his eyes of her perfect feet. Diane began squeezing Bridget’s thighs, normally this would have sent her into a fit but she was trapped a hell of silent laughter, not only was she exhausted but her arousal made it hard to breath, let alone speak. Diane quickly moved to tickle just above Bridget’s hips, digging in and wiggling her fingers in that torture spot that if found sent the victim insane. Bridget shrieked and thrashing before returning to the mixture of terror and anticipation as her tormentor returned to her thighs. Diane started half way down on the inner thighs moving slowly up towards Bridget’s crotch.
“How much higher will I go?....” Diane teased still using her toes to poke and stroke the soft underarms.
“Nooo… Don’t!” Bridget begged, certain she would orgasm instantly if touched.
“Hey! So you need to be in the Red Zone to do that…” Nicole interrupted, remembering the rules as she continued to softly feather the sensitive soles.
“Oh I’m not going to touch her there, I’m just going to tickle all around that area and see what happens…” Diane replied.
“O-kay” Nicole replied, unsure if this broke the rules or not.
“Incidentally if she orgasms without being touched; does that break the rules? Will she have to go to the Red Zone to be punished?” Diane asked.
“I’m not sure, probably not…” Nicole replied, slightly concerned
‘Ah the Red Zone!’ Duncan thought, remembering now the significance of Diane’s Red Feather.
“Are you sure she is okay with this?” Nicole asked.
“Yeah of course, she gets off on being tickled”. Diane replied seamlessly.
“Ah well then she should have got a red Feather too I suppose!” Nicole replied.
Bridget tried to object but couldn’t speak as ‘the moment’ was so close, she shut her eyes and tried to will the delicious but horrible sensations away. Her feet were so sensitive that she was sure the wonderful feather tickles would make her cum just by themselves. Bridget had never successfully tickled herself to orgasm, but had made many attempts; securing feathers to the end of her bed so she could softly run her feet against them as she masturbated and watched tickling video on her phone or laptop. Feather tickles had become an intense turn on for her and she had secretly wondered if she would orgasm without the need to be touched down there. Her hopes were turned to terror by the cruel game the woman in the Red dress was playing.
Diane would softly tickle Bridget’s inner thighs working up towards her pulsating and swollen pussy, occasionally squeezing and shaking her hands when she found a sweet spot en-route. Just as Bridget was sure she would make contact and send her into a howling orgasm Diane would suddenly jump to either furious tummy tickles or a cruel tickling of that sweet spot just above her hips. Each time Diane made the jump Bridget’s mind filled in the gap and felt her body heaved with the expectation of release only to descend into a torturous tickle hell. Completing her humiliation her desperate screams and sighs had attracted one of the castle event’s photographers who filmed her helpless struggles.
‘They were going to capture her orgasm on film!’ Bridget thought, as the photographer expertly roamed; focusing in on Diane’s clever tickling toes before repositioning to get a good shot of the stocks were Duncan and Nicole softly feathered her sensitive feet. As he returned to focus in on Bridget’s face Diane made her move, softly running her fingers up and out from the top of Bridget’s inner thighs to the bottom of her tight tummy. Bridget sighed then held her breath, it didn’t matter that Diane hadn’t touched her; the small amount of pressure on her small white panties was enough to release the climax she had craved. As she shut her eyes tightly everything disappeared, the stocks, the photographer, even the cruel woman who continued to stroke and tease her thighs as the orgasm continued full blast.
“Yes… yes… Yes… YEEEEESSSSS!” Bridget cried, suddenly finding breath and energy as her desires were released.
The tickling didn’t stop until after the orgasm had run its course, Bridget only became aware of it as the world flooded back and kicked and screamed suddenly finding herself even more sensitive.
“Post orgasm sensitivity is a Bitch! Huh?” Diane whispered as she repositioned to her languishing as she had done before, she picked up the brushes and resumed tickling Bridget’s underarms.
“No Don’t!” Bridget begged, curling her toes against their restraints; amazed that her body could possibly get any more sensitive.
“We did say only fifteen minutes!” Duncan offered.
Diane sighed as she slipped in Bridget’s ball-gag: ‘He isn’t the sadist I took him for…’ She thought to herself as Bridget protested.
“Fine! Thanks for the warm up!.. I will be off to the Red Zone now!” Diane chirped, before giving the red ball of Bridget’s ball-gag a teasing kiss and slipping on her socks and boots.
Duncan watched as the sexy soles were obscured from view by the thin red socks and then boots. He was sure he had made a faux-pas but didn’t want to apologise as he was suspicious he had already appeared weak. The blonde whose name he hadn’t caught yet began untying Bridget’s toes.
“Cya then…” He offered hopefully as he helped untie the little loops.
“Maybe, you got a Red Feather? Diane asked as she sauntered away.
“No.. I…” Duncan stumbled.
“Get one!” Diane interrupted, glancing over her shoulder and offering him a wink.
Nicole left to release Bridget’s arms as Duncan thoughtfully returned her sandals, she giggled as he slipped the leather loops over her toes. Duncan was trying not to tickle her but she kept laughing. The stocks were opened and Duncan helped guide the slim giggling girl to her feet. She almost collapsed in laughter and Duncan had to catch her.
“Ah yeah this happens sometimes!...” Ingrid explained as she approached, adding;
“You made her so sensitive and tickled her so badly she is too ticklish to walk, still haunted by phantom tickles too I would guess.
Duncan placed one hand behind Bridget’s knees and the other up her back and picked her up, she clung on to him and continued to giggle softly.
“Best take her to the sanctuary...” Ingrid advised before adding; “Oh and where did that woman in the Red Dress go? We have some questions for her…”
“She said something about the Red Zone” Nicole offered.
“Hmmm…” Ingrid murmured before heading off.
Duncan carried the giggling delirious Bridget past a café towards the Sanctuary. Upon arrival he laid her down on a blanket where she collapsed and curled up. A heavenly blonde in a Princess costume approached with water and beckoned over the nurse Duncan recognised from earlier. They checked Bridget’s pulse and tried to speak to her but she was still incoherent, she managed to drink some water before falling asleep. Duncan was worried; ‘had he damaged her nervous system or driven her insane?’ He thought.
He knew she had climaxed and was now a little uncomfortable; ‘Had it been consensual?...’ ‘Could he be charged with assault?...’ Duncan worried as Bridget purred and kicked squirming on her blanket next to him before wrapping one arm around him and holding him tight.
At the time Duncan had been so lost in the thrill of it all he hadn’t considered the ramifications, now minutes seemed like hours before Bridget finally stirred from her slumber and blearily asked.
“What time is it?...”
“I’m not sure… Are you okay?” Duncan replied.
“Yeah I suppose… You were so mean!... I kind liked it though!” Bridget giggled.
Duncan exhaled a sigh of relief. Bridget’s satisfied smile was accompanied by a twinkle in her green-grey eyes that intrigued him; ‘Could she really enjoy such torture?’
“Look I’m sorry if…” Duncan began.
“It’s okay!” Bridget interrupted, adding: “Thank you for staying and making sure I was okay”
Bridget remembered the boredom and rejection as so many other ticklers passed her by, it had hurt her. Bridget was very pretty in her own way but had been teased mercilessly about her freckles all her life and secretly hoped the tall dark stranger could see past them. True the tickling had been both torturous and humiliating for her but she kind of liked the way this guy looked, he was probably quite handsome under that mask and seemed a little shy too; ‘I wonder if he’s single…’
“Is there anything you want?” The Princess asked, interrupting Bridget’s train of though.
“A change of clothes?” Bridget asked, aware of her soaking wet panties and sweaty clothes.
A clean pair of panties was provided along with a revealing white slave-girl outfit, Bridget giggled and remarked;
“Not quite what I had in mind! I might just take these” Holding up the white lacey panties.
“I think it would suit you, why don’t you give it a try?” Duncan found himself saying.
Bridget grinned and slunk off to a small tent in the Sanctuary for patrons to change in. She emerged smiling shyly holding a bundle of her old clothes in a carrier bag. The costume suited her perfectly, Duncan could imagine her chained to an enormous rock like in ‘Conan the Barbarian’ her soft helpless underarms on display. She did a little twirl before asking;
“Is there anywhere to eat?”
Duncan suddenly realised he was hungry and escorted his Celtic tickle slave to the café near the sanctuary where they each ordered a panini and a hot drink, Bridget preferring tea to coffee. While they waited each took a turn tickling the waitresses in the designated area. Bridget was not a bad tickler but lacked Duncan’s cruelty, softly exploring the sensitive bare and stockinged soles instead of identifying the common weak spots and mercilessly exploiting them. The pair chatted about ticking and life as they ate and drank. Duncan held her hand as he escorted her back to the gatehouse to put her clothes in a locker, he had forgotten about Diane until he spotted the new Green feathers in the stocks and remembered that they never explored the second row; ‘Oh well she is gone now and perhaps Bridget will tickle them with me…’
It had been a perfect morning and Duncan was certain it would be an exciting afternoon, still the image of Diane’s perfect feet lurked in his mind. The sexy brunette in her red dress still unsettled Duncan a little bit but he wanted to see how ticklish those soles were, perhaps punish her for the sadistic smirk and cruel sparkle in her eyes. He wondered about the Red Zone, he had clicked ‘No’ very quickly without considering how much fun stimulating women or denying them pleasure could be. Duncan preferred tickling videos without nudity but once when drunk he had downloaded a few that featured vibrators out of curiousity.
Bridget smiled at him as they left the gatehouse and prepared to enter the courtyard once more. She was pretty in her own special way and Duncan was both glad of her company and the fact she had forgiven him, perhaps later he could tickle her and Diane at the same time and see who was the most ticklish. He musing were cut short as the sights and sounds of ticklish laughter greeted him along with the late morning sun.
“You all right there my little sister?” He asked as he approached, putting on a voice to suit his costume.
“Yeah, no one is tickling me though…” The freckly ginger woman replied.
“We will soon sort that!” Duncan asserted with a smirk settling in at the stocks.
“I lii---hi-iike fea-aha-ha ha –eathers!” Bridget protested as Duncan began an exploratory finger tickling.
“Me too!” Duncan replied, not getting the hint. His victim laughed and thrashed rocking backwards and forwards in the stocks, her pleated skirt bouncing as she kicked.
“YOOUUU-UUU-USE… THE…. FEA-HAHA-EATHERS!!” She wailed as he began using his homemade rubber page turners.
Duncan looked down and spotted the words - - - (Feather tickles only) - - - in barely legible handwriting on the chalk board. He finally figured that his victim must like the feel of feathers on her feet, and selected a stiff white goose feather and softer fluffy plume. He began at her toes, her tortured laughter gave way to excited giggles as she curled her long toes against the feathers. Delightfully scrunching and flexing them one at a time in the sequence they were tickled.
“Keep your toes still now!” Duncan teased.
“Oooh! Hee-hee-hee!” His victim replied, sighing as she grinned at her new playmate.
“Splay out these toes and keep them still or I will punish you with more finger tickles!” Duncan threatened playfully.
Bridget ignored his demands and continued to curl and flex her toes against the delicious sensations, she loved to be tickled with feathers and was becoming flushed with arousal. Duncan admired his new tickle-toy, she was very pretty but with hundreds of freckles on her face with many more on her arms and shoulders. Her feet and legs were pale and soft and delightfully smooth, he began to tease the irresistible arches with his little fingers whilst breezing the feathers across the gap under her toes. His victim went insane and batted at his hands with her feet.
“You were warned!” Duncan threatened, dropping the feathers and holding up his hands menacingly.
“No!... No! Nooo-ooo...” Bridget protested, pouting.
“Okay one last chance, keep those toes splayed and those arches upright!” Duncan demanded, picking up the feathers.
Bridget obeyed and panted both excited and aroused. Duncan held the feathers in reverse and ran the two sharp points up and down her soles, sometimes in a straight lines sometimes in a devilish zig-zag. The sensitive ginger tensed up and focused on keeping her feet still.
“No!... Not like that!.... Not like that!....” Bridget pleaded through a tightly clenched rictus.
With a few seconds it was too much and she lost control, desperately flailing and kicking as her efforts to escape were rewarded but evil finger tickles that anticipated her every move. Duncan’s appetite was peaked and he grabbed her left foot to tie the toes.
“No don’t do that! Please!” Bridget begged.
“I told you to keep your feet still!” He chided, securing four of her five long toes leaving the one next to her pinky-toe free to wiggle back and forth helplessly.
As he turned to secure the other foot he was surprised to spot Diane already slipping the second loop over the index toe grinning broadly. The sultry brunette had both the majesty, grace and stealth of a cat.
“Looks like you have found a fun new game?” Diane teased.
“She likes to be tickled with feathers…” Duncan started.
“I like to torture with these!” Diane replied, curling her long red nails evilly.
“NO YOU CAN’T!!....PLEASE NOT THE TWO OF YOU!!!...” Bridget begged as Diane plucked up a handful of grass and rubbed out the warning in brackets on the chalkboard.
“Oh that is evil!...” Duncan commented.
Diane ignored him and asked “What’s your name sweetie?”
“Ginger” The quivering victim replied.
“I can read your board… I meant your real name, your codename isn’t original enough!” Diane chirped.
“B…bu…b..but…” Bridget replied.
“Tickle torture it is!... We will tickle you until you tell us!” Diane insisted as her victim howled.
Duncan quickly joined in the fun slipped on three off his ‘little toys’ and passing some more to Diane who gratefully accepted them. Bridget’s cries attracted more ticklers who clambered over the stocks to tickle her sides, knees and tummy leaving her feet to her interrogators. One of the event organiser approached with a ball-gag and left it on top of the stocks, the poor girls howls had given way to silent laughter by this time but Diane smiled gratefully as the Sandy Blonde remarked cheerfully;
“This is here if you need it…”
The torture continued until the desperate girl was struggling to breathe at which point Diane called for the other torturer’s to give her a break, bored they slunk away as the helpless Bridget recovered her breath.
“You… Bast- ha-ha… NOOOO!” She began before Diane cut her off with a slow skittering of her long nails.
“Is that anyway to talk to the people who came to play with you when no one else would?” The devious brunette asked.
“No… But no more fingers… Please!” The broken Bridget begged.
“Okay no more finger tickles if you tell us your real name…” Duncan compromised.
“Bridget!” The sighing ginger replied.
“Okay ‘Bridget’ I am a little worried about you getting sunburnt on a hot day like this!” Diane added, inflected upon her victim’s name to imply she didn’t believe for a second she was being truthfully.
“I… I put sun cream on!... If you let me out of these stocks I can go and sit in the shade!” Bridget stuttered.
“Hmm! No! No escape for you yet, I want to see this sun cream!” Diane declared.
“Hey!” Bridget protested as Diane seized her light brown leather handbag and opened the brass buckle and began rootling around inside eventually producing a bottle of sun cream.
“Hmm factor 50, I guess I can’t blame you! Did you put it everywhere?” Duncan asked.
“Of course!” Bridget replied nervously.
“Did you put it here?” Diane teased, slowly running the pad of her finger tip down Bridget’s helpless arch.
“Nooo! You said no more finger tickles!” Bridget protested.
“We did didn’t we?” Diane asked rhetorically.
“I have something that could help apply it!” Duncan declared, producing a hairbrush from his pouch.
“So does Bridget!” Diane chirped pulling out a hairbrush from her bag.
“No What? Don’t get sun cream on my hairbrush!” Bridget protested.
“Okay, okay, I will have to use the one I picked up earlier!” Diane retorted holding up a third hairbrush.
The pair laughed evilly applying the sun cream first to the rounded backs of the hairbrushes that fitted into Bridget’s arches perfectly. The gloopy white liquid was haphazardly rubbed in and covered her soles, heel and most of her toes before they decided to turn the evil brushes around. Bridget seemed uncomfortable but slightly unconcerned given her previous reactions. Sensing her victim’s naivety Diane cruelly asked;
“Have you ever been tickled with a hairbrush before Bridget?...”
Bridget’s eyes widened, before she could scream for help the evil bristles made contact causing her to yelp and thrash. Just the two points of the feathers had been unbearable on her soles now what felt like hundreds of bristles explored in her arches, bending under the expert pressure causing them to dance as they flexed.
“You may have to gag her…” Diane observed as Bridget’s laughter became interspersed with primal howls of fury.
Duncan picked up the gag and slipped over to the other side of the stocks, leaving Diane with both hairbrushes. Bridget thrashed, deliberately turning her head away with what little focus she had left.
“Erm.. I.. she” Duncan stuttered as he tried in vain to gag the now slightly quieter tickle victim.
“You take over here I will sort it” Diane offered with just a hint of annoyance in her soft voice.
Duncan took over the hairbrushes moving between the heels and arches and watched the elegant sadist in her sexy red dress as straddled the struggling Bridget. Diane wore elegant red high heeled boots that stopped just above her ivory calves. Duncan admired the boots and legs above and wondered how ticklish the feet within were. Diane held the ball-gag in one hand and tickle Bridget’s ribs with the other.
“The trick is choose your moment and failing that make them open wide…” She began
“Think I can help with that!” Duncan chimed in, focusing the brushes on the centre of Bridget’s arches and scrubbing furiously.
Bridget threw her head back to scream, her cries were cut short as Diane pounced with lightning reflexes. Before Bridget knew it the ball-gag was secured behind her head ensuring a longer and more torturous ordeal at the hands of these sadists.
Diane slunk back over the stocks and spotted a piece of chalk amongst the feathers. Duncan continued his efforts with both hairbrushes as the devious brunette amended the board.
“Oh that is evil!” He remarked before ceasing his assault briefly for Diane to show the board to Bridget.
“Hnnnwww uww kknnnt!” She protested into her ball-gag, eyes wide in fear.
TICKLE ME MERCILESSLY ALL DAY LONG!
The board retained Bridget’s Pseudonym and it was apparent that Diane had copied the handwriting perfectly and even included a little picture of a hairbrush.
“Now if I resume the torture of this sole, could I suggest you put that toothbrush to good use” Diane advised.
Duncan handed her the hairbrush and pulled out the electric toothbrush from his little pouch. His target areas were clear; hairbrush for arch and heel, toothbrush for toes. Diane meanwhile managed a triple assault using a strange red plastic tool to tickle her heels whilst also licking and nibbling the trapped toes. Duncan was too busy to get a proper look at the unusual tickle toy but spotted that it was held from underneath and comprised lots of little spikes arranged on an octagonal panel. Bridget was frantically trying to escape and screamed into her ball-gag shaking the entire stocks with her desperate struggles for freedom. A few new ticklers had arrived and explored her upper body, not bound by the no-fingers rule they explored her underarms and tummy finding sensitive spots in her knees also.
“Is this one okay with this?” A tall ginger woman asked.
“Yes she asked us to tickle her as mercilessly as possible” Diane lied without a trace of deception showing in her voice.
She did not point out the board but knew the giantess had spotted her amendments and accepted them as being genuine.
“Ah okay, could have sworn she only wanted feather tickles or something” Ingrid replied.
“Oh that was just her warm-up period” Diane replied, again showing none of the tell-tale signs that someone is lying.
Duncan began to get slightly worried, he had been caught up in the sadistic thrill that he didn’t realise just how far they had pushed this pretty girl. Not only that, his accomplice had just lied twice without any signs of guilt or hesitation. Normally yout could tell when someone was lying if you knew but Diane was as cool as a cucumber. Bridget had sunk into a desperate tortured laughter that almost looked as if she was convulsing. At Diane’s instructions she was laid back, her wrist restraints being freed from the pole above her head and secured to a peg behind her.
“Okay shall we give her a short break?” Duncan asked, he was not answered but the tickle torture paused.
Bridget was now more helpless than before, she sat on a low seat that formed part of the stocks but her back and shoulders rested on a blanket laid on the grass, a few of the crowd rolled up a spare blanket to place under her lower back and couldn’t resist tickling her helpless tummy that was exposed under her white top.
“Hmmmf!!! . Nnhhhmff!” Bridget protested into her ball gag.
“I think we should let her rest she must be exhausted!” Duncan tried again
“Spoil sport!” Diane teased with a wink.
Duncan was quite taken with Diane, she was a true sadist but so charismatic that he couldn’t resist her allure
“Well perhaps just no hairbrushes then?” Duncan offered, Bridget had truly suffered under the evil bristles and Duncan was beginning to feel guilty.
“Okay… Okay…. I think you might be on to something there!” Diane announced, pulling a biro out from her bag.
Chuckling she began to draw on Bridget’s feet. Bridget squirmed against the toe-ties and thrashed, too ticklish to even stand the single point tracing devilish designs on her sensitive soles. Diane drew another hairbrush on Bridget’s right foot, she was a very talented artist and as Duncan admired her work she passed him a second biro.
“Write ‘Ban the Brush’ on her foot!” She suggested, before questioning it Duncan had written the letter B.
At Bridget’s upper body feathers were being used to her relief, she squirmed hating the sensations on her soles but also glad that the hairbrushes had stopped. The two fiends at her feet had pushed her into previous un-known level of suffering. Tickling had been a turn on for Bridget for as long as she could remember, before she even knew what sex was it fascinated her. She genuinely did not believe it could be used to torture like that, but she had never been tied and tickled before! The helplessness, knowing she couldn’t get away made her a hundred times more sensitive, even to the feather tickles she loved. But when the oily hairbrushes had been scrubbed over her soles she had lost her mind, she genuinely felt at times as though she had been forced from her body. In her more lucid moments Bridget had been astounded to find herself aroused, the tickling was torture and yet her libido burned. Bridget loved feather tickles and had even tried to construct a homemade tickle machine before discovering this event. She had never considered that she could climax from tickling alone, but in the most intense moment of her torture she had dreaded the humiliation of being forced to orgasm in public.
Diane made the final touches to her drawing of a hairbrush, then surrounded it with a circle the quicker swirls of her pen driving Bridget insane. Cackling she crossed her circle with a diagonal line completing her picture. Duncan too used broader strokes of his pen to go over the letters of his message. Attempting to embellish the ‘Ban the Bomb’ sign on her heel with three downward spurs instead of only one.
“Okay so we are going to take a short break because that ticklish girl from the gatehouse is on the rack and I have to have another turn at tickling her!...” Diane began.
“Oh yeah!” Duncan added; he had forgotten about her, she had been carried through the courtyard earlier when they were tickling the blonde.
“In the mean time I want you to think, would you prefer five minute of hairbrush tickling or fifteen minute without?”
“Hmmmff!” Bridget protested into her ball-gag.
Diane adjusted the chalk board, to include a tally explaining the fun game and prohibiting anyone from tickling or releasing ‘Ginger’ from the stocks. She then took Duncan’s hand and guided him over to the rack, a peculiar re-purposed industrial workbench with the athletic brunette from the stocks stretched out tight and her friend from the double stocks strapped down to the other side.
As the pair arrived it seemed as though they had left it too late. The ginger amazon was declaring that the poor girl had suffered enough, Duncan moaned whilst Diane was more observant;
“Wait a minute!” She whispered, having spotted Ingrid’s wink to the woman holding the bucket.
The poor girl screamed as the petite blonde tipped the ice-bucket over her helpless body. She was both blindfolded and gagged and yet her reddening skin betrayed both the action of the cold slushy water and her utter humiliation. The ice cubes were used to tease the sighing moaning brunette strapped down next to the rack device. Duncan and Diane jostled to get closer to the action and eventually managed to find places around the crowded table. Duncan used his home-made tickle-toys to intensify hid finger tickling of the racked girl’s left arch whilst Diane took great pleasure in softly tickling the other victim, cooing and whispering in her eyes.
Duncan saw Diane talking to the colourful Goth girl who seemed to conspire and wink. He had no clue what they were saying but noted the change in her technique, using a softer gentler touch rather than the merciless but skilled onslaught she had demonstrated on her stocked victims. He wouldn’t have thought it possible but Duncan eventually had his fill of the deep smooth arches, he had slipped off his ‘little toys’ wanting to feel her smooth sexy skin but still he grew restless. For some reason he couldn’t stop thinking about Bridget’s pale feet, one part of him wanted to tickle her all day long whereas another was worried if she was okay or not.
Diane too seemed eager to ensure that their victim had not escaped her plight and joined Duncan to leave as a candle was placed in the racked girl’s belly button. They both turned to watch, intrigued by the novel method of torture. Within the first few seconds of tickling the wax began to dribble and drip on her taut tummy and abdomen. The racked victim didn’t seem to be in any pain but was wide-eyed and desperate as her torment continued, her thrashing making the hot wax land further from the candle as she squirmed.
Diane and Duncan returned to the long stocks to find Bridget where they left her
“So have you made up your mind?” Diane asked.
Bridget shook her head and was rewarded by a soft caress of her soles. The crowd had dispersed during the brief break, finding crueller games so Diane slunk over the stocks like a snake wrapping her flexible body around Bridget’s helpless reclined trunk. Duncan used both hands to softly tickle the inky soles, the page turners protecting his fingertips from the wet ink of their fading message. He admired Diane as she skilfully used one hand to remove her boots keeping the other in play to tease Bridget’s underarms with a feather, she had begun to blow in her ears and whisper to her sexily too although Duncan couldn’t hear what she was saying. He tried to focus on her soles but had to keep looking up, eager to catch sight of her soles. She did not disappoint and revealed two slim feet contained in thin red socks.
“Well the crowd has…” Diane began sexily, whispering and blowing in her victim’s ear but talking so that Duncan could also hear. The tally had called for hairbrushes to be used but Duncan took the hint and wiped the board clean.
“… The good news is you will be spared the hairbrushes… For now!... The bad news is we have three times as long to torture you” Diane concluded, using two soft brushes to tickle Bridget’s underarms and neck.
As Diane spoke she cleverly slipped off her socks with her toes, making Duncan lose focus on his task and watch devoutly as he traced the same pattern over Bridget’s helpless arches. Diane was having fun teasing this helpless girl, she had realised what the tickling was doing to her and relished the sensation of her hot throbbing flesh under her skilful administrations. The evil minx leaned in and whispered in Bridget’s ear;
“Yes you are going to climax in front of all these people and there is no stopping it!....”
Diane could tell from Bridget’s reaction that she was both extremely aroused and also terrified of the prospect of being humiliated publicly.
“…Of course it might take a while, I like to leave my victims hanging in suspense for a while. It improves the… Flavour!” Diane added.
Diane continued to softly tickle Bridget’s underarms and neck and cleverly used her toes to tease the backs of her knees before running her soft feet up Bridget’s exposed thighs. Duncan couldn’t help but watch awestruck as the woman in red expertly used all four limbs to tease her victim. Diane had perfect feet with soft round heels, toes that were neither too long nor short and seemed to fit perfectly together. He slowly became aware of Bridget’s feet becoming warm and pink, the ink had smudged almost completely and he was so lost in the moment he was taken completely be surprise when two women joined him. The ginger amazon from the rack was accompanied by the petite blonde who had tipped the ice-bucket over their tightly stretched victim.
“…And to think we were going to let her go before you two started with her!” The amazon boomed, setting down a bowl of hot soapy water.
The petite blonde sat next to Duncan and handed him one of the three scrubbing brushes, smiling nervously.
“Oh… we promised her no brushes!” Duncan stuttered.
“No… she agreed to no more HAIR-brushes!” Diane corrected from the other side of the stocks.
“Well that is alright then!” Ingrid chuckled, joining Duncan and the blonde.
Bridget protested into her gag as Duncan and the two women began scrubbing her soles clean. The stiff bristles and hot soapy water were an all new kind of hell and banished her arousal to make way for an intense desperate need to get away. She hated the stocks, the constant pressure on the tops of her ankles was a constant reminder of her helplessness and seemed to make her ten times as ticklish. The petite blonde used two electric toothbrushes on her toes and the sensitive area underneath, Duncan produced his own toothbrush and joined her grinning and smiling as the long toes desperately tried to escape. This additional torture was inexcusable under the pretence of cleaning the ink from her soles and drove Bridget into a fit. Diane had ceased teasing and used her fingers to deliver a more intense torture to Bridget’s upper body, focusing on her tummy which seemed to yield more torturous and less sensual results.
Eventually the foot scrubbing stopped and Duncan was handed a portable battery powered hairdryer. The amazon instructed him and the petite blonde in the art of heating feet to the point of ticklish perfection with inflicting pain. As the hairdryers whirred Diane resumed her slow teasing of the reddening, squirming ginger, whispering sweet nothings that Duncan couldn’t make out. The process was deemed complete and Bridget’s feet glowed a dark pink, having ensured that no pain was inflicted Ingrid left leaving Nicole to oversee the delicious torture of the hypersensitive soles. Duncan admired the petite blonde as the ginger amazon walked away, she too was attractive in her own way. Kind of like that gardener who used to be on the telly…
The petite blonde giggled and ran her fingertips softly over Bridget’s warm pink arches. The freckled ginger went insane and thrashed, scarcely able to believe how intense the sensations were. Duncan smiled and remembered his victim’s initial request, commenting;
“She proclaims to like feather tickles!...” Plucking the feathers from his cuff links as he spoke.
The petite blonde gathered a few up from around the stocks and lightly breezed them under Bridget’s toes. The intensity of her struggles did not diminish but changed. The torture had not lessoned but her arousal had increased; her right foot seemed the most ticklish, the feather being more infuriating whilst the sensations on her left were softer but interspersed with gentle finger tickles. Nicole smiled unable to resist using her fingers on the arch beneath the purple fluffy feather she had decided was her favourite to use on this girl’s toes. Duncan used two of the brown and beige stripy feathers he had found years earlier, it had been strange to find a wild or game bird’s feathers so far from the countryside but he liked the way they looked. He didn’t know it but they produced a more torturous sensation as he teased and explored Bridget’s right foot. He remembered the techniques he had seen in videos online and testing them out to see which worked best.
Diane meanwhile had resumed her sensual teasing of Bridget, her breath had become rapid and it was apparent she would not last much longer. The sadist in red found that two soft make-up brushes applied to the neck and underarms were the best means to keep her victim trapped in the awful zone twixt pleasure and panic. Diane continued to use her toes to gently stroke the pale, long legs that kicked hopelessly. Bridget’s protests had become quieter and more desperate and Diane judged that the time was right to begin the penultimate phase of her plan to utterly humiliate her victim. With a cat’s grace she carefully slipped out the ball-gag letting it drop on its strap to rest under Bridget’s chin.
“Nooo…. Ple-ease Don’t….” Bridget begged in a quiet voice.
“Please don’t what? Sweetie…” Diane asked innocently.
“Please… Don’t… Make me!.....” Bridget whispered hopeless, the soft tickling of her soles enhancing her arousal.
“Make you what?” Diane asked again sweetly, knowing her victim was close.
The red temptress adjusted to position herself over Bridget’s hips and thighs, turning to face Duncan and the Blonde with a sly wink to her masked companion. Duncan was amazed as she effortlessly positioned her gorgeous toes into Bridget’s helpless underarms. He wouldn’t have noticed but it was impossible to for him to take his eyes of her perfect feet. Diane began squeezing Bridget’s thighs, normally this would have sent her into a fit but she was trapped a hell of silent laughter, not only was she exhausted but her arousal made it hard to breath, let alone speak. Diane quickly moved to tickle just above Bridget’s hips, digging in and wiggling her fingers in that torture spot that if found sent the victim insane. Bridget shrieked and thrashing before returning to the mixture of terror and anticipation as her tormentor returned to her thighs. Diane started half way down on the inner thighs moving slowly up towards Bridget’s crotch.
“How much higher will I go?....” Diane teased still using her toes to poke and stroke the soft underarms.
“Nooo… Don’t!” Bridget begged, certain she would orgasm instantly if touched.
“Hey! So you need to be in the Red Zone to do that…” Nicole interrupted, remembering the rules as she continued to softly feather the sensitive soles.
“Oh I’m not going to touch her there, I’m just going to tickle all around that area and see what happens…” Diane replied.
“O-kay” Nicole replied, unsure if this broke the rules or not.
“Incidentally if she orgasms without being touched; does that break the rules? Will she have to go to the Red Zone to be punished?” Diane asked.
“I’m not sure, probably not…” Nicole replied, slightly concerned
‘Ah the Red Zone!’ Duncan thought, remembering now the significance of Diane’s Red Feather.
“Are you sure she is okay with this?” Nicole asked.
“Yeah of course, she gets off on being tickled”. Diane replied seamlessly.
“Ah well then she should have got a red Feather too I suppose!” Nicole replied.
Bridget tried to object but couldn’t speak as ‘the moment’ was so close, she shut her eyes and tried to will the delicious but horrible sensations away. Her feet were so sensitive that she was sure the wonderful feather tickles would make her cum just by themselves. Bridget had never successfully tickled herself to orgasm, but had made many attempts; securing feathers to the end of her bed so she could softly run her feet against them as she masturbated and watched tickling video on her phone or laptop. Feather tickles had become an intense turn on for her and she had secretly wondered if she would orgasm without the need to be touched down there. Her hopes were turned to terror by the cruel game the woman in the Red dress was playing.
Diane would softly tickle Bridget’s inner thighs working up towards her pulsating and swollen pussy, occasionally squeezing and shaking her hands when she found a sweet spot en-route. Just as Bridget was sure she would make contact and send her into a howling orgasm Diane would suddenly jump to either furious tummy tickles or a cruel tickling of that sweet spot just above her hips. Each time Diane made the jump Bridget’s mind filled in the gap and felt her body heaved with the expectation of release only to descend into a torturous tickle hell. Completing her humiliation her desperate screams and sighs had attracted one of the castle event’s photographers who filmed her helpless struggles.
‘They were going to capture her orgasm on film!’ Bridget thought, as the photographer expertly roamed; focusing in on Diane’s clever tickling toes before repositioning to get a good shot of the stocks were Duncan and Nicole softly feathered her sensitive feet. As he returned to focus in on Bridget’s face Diane made her move, softly running her fingers up and out from the top of Bridget’s inner thighs to the bottom of her tight tummy. Bridget sighed then held her breath, it didn’t matter that Diane hadn’t touched her; the small amount of pressure on her small white panties was enough to release the climax she had craved. As she shut her eyes tightly everything disappeared, the stocks, the photographer, even the cruel woman who continued to stroke and tease her thighs as the orgasm continued full blast.
“Yes… yes… Yes… YEEEEESSSSS!” Bridget cried, suddenly finding breath and energy as her desires were released.
The tickling didn’t stop until after the orgasm had run its course, Bridget only became aware of it as the world flooded back and kicked and screamed suddenly finding herself even more sensitive.
“Post orgasm sensitivity is a Bitch! Huh?” Diane whispered as she repositioned to her languishing as she had done before, she picked up the brushes and resumed tickling Bridget’s underarms.
“No Don’t!” Bridget begged, curling her toes against their restraints; amazed that her body could possibly get any more sensitive.
“We did say only fifteen minutes!” Duncan offered.
Diane sighed as she slipped in Bridget’s ball-gag: ‘He isn’t the sadist I took him for…’ She thought to herself as Bridget protested.
“Fine! Thanks for the warm up!.. I will be off to the Red Zone now!” Diane chirped, before giving the red ball of Bridget’s ball-gag a teasing kiss and slipping on her socks and boots.
Duncan watched as the sexy soles were obscured from view by the thin red socks and then boots. He was sure he had made a faux-pas but didn’t want to apologise as he was suspicious he had already appeared weak. The blonde whose name he hadn’t caught yet began untying Bridget’s toes.
“Cya then…” He offered hopefully as he helped untie the little loops.
“Maybe, you got a Red Feather? Diane asked as she sauntered away.
“No.. I…” Duncan stumbled.
“Get one!” Diane interrupted, glancing over her shoulder and offering him a wink.
Nicole left to release Bridget’s arms as Duncan thoughtfully returned her sandals, she giggled as he slipped the leather loops over her toes. Duncan was trying not to tickle her but she kept laughing. The stocks were opened and Duncan helped guide the slim giggling girl to her feet. She almost collapsed in laughter and Duncan had to catch her.
“Ah yeah this happens sometimes!...” Ingrid explained as she approached, adding;
“You made her so sensitive and tickled her so badly she is too ticklish to walk, still haunted by phantom tickles too I would guess.
Duncan placed one hand behind Bridget’s knees and the other up her back and picked her up, she clung on to him and continued to giggle softly.
“Best take her to the sanctuary...” Ingrid advised before adding; “Oh and where did that woman in the Red Dress go? We have some questions for her…”
“She said something about the Red Zone” Nicole offered.
“Hmmm…” Ingrid murmured before heading off.
Duncan carried the giggling delirious Bridget past a café towards the Sanctuary. Upon arrival he laid her down on a blanket where she collapsed and curled up. A heavenly blonde in a Princess costume approached with water and beckoned over the nurse Duncan recognised from earlier. They checked Bridget’s pulse and tried to speak to her but she was still incoherent, she managed to drink some water before falling asleep. Duncan was worried; ‘had he damaged her nervous system or driven her insane?’ He thought.
He knew she had climaxed and was now a little uncomfortable; ‘Had it been consensual?...’ ‘Could he be charged with assault?...’ Duncan worried as Bridget purred and kicked squirming on her blanket next to him before wrapping one arm around him and holding him tight.
At the time Duncan had been so lost in the thrill of it all he hadn’t considered the ramifications, now minutes seemed like hours before Bridget finally stirred from her slumber and blearily asked.
“What time is it?...”
“I’m not sure… Are you okay?” Duncan replied.
“Yeah I suppose… You were so mean!... I kind liked it though!” Bridget giggled.
Duncan exhaled a sigh of relief. Bridget’s satisfied smile was accompanied by a twinkle in her green-grey eyes that intrigued him; ‘Could she really enjoy such torture?’
“Look I’m sorry if…” Duncan began.
“It’s okay!” Bridget interrupted, adding: “Thank you for staying and making sure I was okay”
Bridget remembered the boredom and rejection as so many other ticklers passed her by, it had hurt her. Bridget was very pretty in her own way but had been teased mercilessly about her freckles all her life and secretly hoped the tall dark stranger could see past them. True the tickling had been both torturous and humiliating for her but she kind of liked the way this guy looked, he was probably quite handsome under that mask and seemed a little shy too; ‘I wonder if he’s single…’
“Is there anything you want?” The Princess asked, interrupting Bridget’s train of though.
“A change of clothes?” Bridget asked, aware of her soaking wet panties and sweaty clothes.
A clean pair of panties was provided along with a revealing white slave-girl outfit, Bridget giggled and remarked;
“Not quite what I had in mind! I might just take these” Holding up the white lacey panties.
“I think it would suit you, why don’t you give it a try?” Duncan found himself saying.
Bridget grinned and slunk off to a small tent in the Sanctuary for patrons to change in. She emerged smiling shyly holding a bundle of her old clothes in a carrier bag. The costume suited her perfectly, Duncan could imagine her chained to an enormous rock like in ‘Conan the Barbarian’ her soft helpless underarms on display. She did a little twirl before asking;
“Is there anywhere to eat?”
Duncan suddenly realised he was hungry and escorted his Celtic tickle slave to the café near the sanctuary where they each ordered a panini and a hot drink, Bridget preferring tea to coffee. While they waited each took a turn tickling the waitresses in the designated area. Bridget was not a bad tickler but lacked Duncan’s cruelty, softly exploring the sensitive bare and stockinged soles instead of identifying the common weak spots and mercilessly exploiting them. The pair chatted about ticking and life as they ate and drank. Duncan held her hand as he escorted her back to the gatehouse to put her clothes in a locker, he had forgotten about Diane until he spotted the new Green feathers in the stocks and remembered that they never explored the second row; ‘Oh well she is gone now and perhaps Bridget will tickle them with me…’
It had been a perfect morning and Duncan was certain it would be an exciting afternoon, still the image of Diane’s perfect feet lurked in his mind. The sexy brunette in her red dress still unsettled Duncan a little bit but he wanted to see how ticklish those soles were, perhaps punish her for the sadistic smirk and cruel sparkle in her eyes. He wondered about the Red Zone, he had clicked ‘No’ very quickly without considering how much fun stimulating women or denying them pleasure could be. Duncan preferred tickling videos without nudity but once when drunk he had downloaded a few that featured vibrators out of curiousity.
Bridget smiled at him as they left the gatehouse and prepared to enter the courtyard once more. She was pretty in her own special way and Duncan was both glad of her company and the fact she had forgiven him, perhaps later he could tickle her and Diane at the same time and see who was the most ticklish. He musing were cut short as the sights and sounds of ticklish laughter greeted him along with the late morning sun.
