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Here is the second part to this story which I posted a few days ago.
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Millie screamed as she fell, hoping that the horrible nightmare would be over and that she would awake in bed or on the bus, or even in a bush or ambulance.
But she was not so fortunate. Instead she turned over and over from head to toe in an ever twisting spiral. Forever falling through darkness until with she landed with a dull thud finding herself scrambling amongst leaves on a forest floor.
Millie was terrified, it was a deep primal terror known to small creatures on a moonlit night when their predators were lurking and watching. An Owl hooted and the moonlit illuminated her surroundings with just enough pale silvery light to create terrible twisting shadows. Millie tried to make sense of it all, but the fear drove away all rational thought.
How she had gotten here; she had no idea! How to escape; she knew not, but she knew she must try. Millie’s clothes had also been changed again. Millie’s feet were contained in what felt like thing leather boots lined with some kind of padding or fur. The awful itchy gown had been replaced with some kind of animal skins. Hearing a branch snap to her left, the terrified woman lost her nerve and ran in the opposite direction through the strange woods. She heard the wood come alive as she scattered twigs and leaves and tried not to trip and fall. An Owl swooped and screeched making Millie scream and twist away, the enormous bird seeming terrible against the dim darkness as she ran. A bright orange flash of a predatory cat-like creature made Millie twist and try to adjust her path as it flickered between the trees in front of her. She was terrified of what was behind her but now she had nowhere to run. Frantically she began to try and climb one of the trees. Losing her grip she fumbled and broke a rotten branch she had snatched at, this caused poor Millie to swing on an unplanned trajectory into a giant spider’s web. Frantically she struggled as a giant spider began to examine its catch. The awful creature was huge and black and had that awful demon-woman’s face.
“Nothing but fear down here!” It cackled, as it began to engulf Millie in awful white sticky gossamer threads it spews from the mandible-like appendages of second-mouth, that of the spider.
Millie frantically struggled, remembering seeing something like this in that fantasy film with the awful orcs and goblins. Her attempts to escape were in vain and she was wrapped tightly from her ankles to her neck like an ancient Egyptian Mummy. Millie tried to free herself but the awful spider-woman secured her wrists with the sticky gossamer threads and stuck them to her sides, the cruel apparition had considered crossing her victims arms over her heaving chest or having them wrapped together above her head but this would do for now. She could always mummify her prize another way later, she had all eternity.
“One Mummy wrapped MILT!” The spider-woman cackled.
“Don’t call me that!” Millie protested through shrieks of fear.
“I suppose I shouldn’t!...” Her captor answered before carrying on a sing-song voice;
“Because you are more than a ‘Mother I would Like to Tickle…..
“You’re a Mother I am Going to Tickle!.....
“… A Mother I am Going to Sexually Tease!...”
“….A Mother I am Going to Horribly Torment!”
“Noooo!....” Millie screamed as the awful spider continued to verbally tease her as she finalised the cruel cocoon. Allowing her precious prize to drop such that she hung by her ankles, enough layers had now been applied to her upper body and legs that there was no chance she could break free and fall.
“Of course MILF has become a word in its own right, so I could just call you a ‘Milf I will make Laugh Forever!’…
Millie struggled desperately to get free but it was hopeless, now if she broke out she would drop back to the forest floor. The cursed cocoon was getting tighter and tighter all the time as her cruel captor scrambled around her, applying layer after layer. The animal skins or whatever Millie had been wearing had seemed to melt away and she felt the hardening goo encasing her directly against her sensitive skin from her ankles to her neck. Worst of all, now she couldn’t move her head. The hardening cocoon made her skin feel tingly but she was in no pain or discomfort, only horrified of whatever was to come next as she dangled…
Millie protested, squirmed and panicked. The awful creature that was tormenting her through this nightmare had just found another way to call her a MILF or a MILT or something….
“Yes… a MILF Interned to Laugh Forever!” The spider-woman mused, pleased with her conclusion before adding; “On the subject of making you laugh, time to bare your feet!”
Millie screamed as the strange footwear she had not had a chance to examine was uncannily whisked away leaving her bare, warm, soft soles flexing and curling against the cold air.
“Please don’t do this! Just let me go!” Millie begged piteously.
“Oh I will let you go once I have had my fun and made a copy for future enjoyment… For now I want to bind these sexy toes to the cocoon I have encase you in!” Her captor beamed.
Millie desperately struggled as each and every toe was secured with the gossamer strands and pulled back to the many layers of spider-silk that had hardened like plaster around her ankles. First each of her big toes were secured back and then each and every one was seized in order expertly pulled back to the confining cocoon. Millie tried to flex and curl her toes to stop her captor, but could not evade the spider-woman’s touch as each and every toe was splayed out and secured. This made Millie feel even more vulnerable and helpless as she knew which toe would be next but could not stop it from being slowly and methodologically put into a state of near complete immobility.
“I don’t like this!... Please!... I’m claustrophobic!.... I hate not being able to move!”
Millie pleaded helplessly as her last little pinky-toe was secured.
“I know!” Her captor replied cruelly running her the tips of her spider legs up and down each arch.
“Millie shrieked, the horrible sensation both tickled and triggering her deep phobia of insects crawling on her skin!”
“NOOOO! GET THEM OFF!.. I HATE HAVING INSECTS ON MY SKIN!!!” Millie desperately wailed as her spider-captor began using whatever the appendages on a spider’s mouth were called to tickle just under her tender and trapped toes. Millie couldn’t see what was going on but knew the cruel creature was doing, it was tickling her with… ‘the palpitating parts’… She think of the name of the bits below a spider’s mouth but knew what her captor was doing and she hated every touch.
“PLEASE!.. I FUCKING HATE THIS!... STOP!!!!” Millie screamed.
“Okay… No more spider tickles!” Her captor replied, changing back into her secretary form.
“Let me go!... AAAARGH!.... I hate this! Get me down from here!.. I can’t move!.." Millie pleaded and wailed.
I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE… LET ME GO!!!....I CAN’T MOVE!...”
“Well that is the idea of putting a sexy Milf in bondage!” The cruel woman purred as she began to trace her long red fingernails up and down Millie’s trapped taut arches.
“Millie laughed helplessly, she hated the humiliation of being made to laugh and squirm and beg, but it was better than the horror she had felt during the spider’s awful administrations.
The cruel woman laughed as she tickled, she wore a similar corset to the one she had worn when greeting her guest in the cavern; only this one had more of a forest theme: with greens and browns. Of course, her victim could barely see her but she liked to look good when she tickled; even if there was no-one to see. This time she had eschewed her goat legs and instead wore green stockings and brown high heels that she dangled from her toes as she lay on her belly on the branch. She had got the idea from a woman in a Robin-hood costume she had captured in one of her photo-booth-traps last Halloween. The cruel secretary mused about the woman as she tickled her new toy. She still had Robin in her collection: a shy Raven-haired goth-girl with sensitive pale skin and green eyes: maybe she would get her out to play with later, maybe she would let her have some fun helping to tickle her new prize, maybe she would use her sensitive skin to help teach this one the joys of tickling…. ‘No, she had her sexy red-haired friend for that!’… ‘Although…. the more the merrier!’
Millie was at her wit’s end. Her terror at not being able to move was compounded by the awful tickling which had not fully worn off the way it usually did. Also she was starting to find being suspended utterly uncomfortable. She tried to find the air to protest between helpless peals of laughter as the woman used her tongue-trick again to torment her toes, all the while dancing her bright red nails over the taut arches below. The tongue felt like a thousand feathers one second and then like leaves the next, there were new sensations Millie had never felt before having never had a cat lick between her toes.
“AAAARRRGH!... STOP!.... I CAN’T BREATHE!... ALL THE BLOOD IS RUSHING TO MY HEAD!... GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!”
Millie screamed at the top of her breath as she finally reached her limit.
“Okay then, I make that Coffin time!” Her tormentor quipped.
With a click of her fingers the cruel demoness transported her prize out of forest scenario and stood over her with glee as she squirmed in a dark brown wooden coffin. She had briefly considered making Millie feel like she was falling again but she had already done that twice, so she decided against it. Millie stammered and whimpered trying to get a grasp on her surreal situation. One second she had been hanging by her ankles with the blood rushing to her head, the next she was on her inside a horrific coffin still struggling within the awful cocoon with the awful woman standing over her.
“How….” Was all Millie could manage to say.
“Because I willed it to be so! I control things down here, you are in my domain! Milf!”
“Stop calling me that!” Millie protested as she squirmed.
“I will call you what I like and do unto you as I please! You are mine to play with!... On the subject of which I fancy a costume change…”
Millie shrieked as the terrible cocoon began to re-arrange itself, tickling her as it seemed to move on its own accord. Soon she felt fabric gripping her breasts and by the feel of it she had been given a pair of sci-fi panties.
“What do you think?” The cruel woman asked, holding the lid to the coffin upon on a hinge, on the lid was something black and reflective showed Millie her reflection.
“It’s not my style!” Millie retorted sourly.
“A bit too Blake’s seven?....” Her cruel captor asked.
Millie considered replying but decided it was probably best not to engage with this hallucination, she tried to take stock of her situation, she realised her arms were now above her head and the coffin reminded her of that magician’s trick where they sawed a woman in half; was the coffin now longer?..
Her captor continued;
“I actually got this idea from a different sci-fi show, soon I shall have two ticklish Milfs to play with”
“Stop cal-… Oh what’s the point!” Millie exclaimed, angry and scared but slightly glad to be freed from the awful cocoon.
“Now I just need to make a few minor adjustments, the cruel woman purred with a click of her fingers.
Millie realised her ankles and wrists were held by what felt like stocks, she wasn’t sure what had held them after the awful cocoon had been transformed into her latest stupid outfit but cursed the fact she hadn’t used the opportunity to try to escape. ‘Had some of the awful spider silk remained holding her wrists and ankles?’…. She wasn’t sure but now little internal stocks held them tightly and snugly. A strap also held her head back to the back board of the coffin making Millie very nervous. The awful woman began to close the lid on the coffin, laughing cruelly.
“No don’t!.... I’m claustrophobic!...” Millie screamed, her cries becoming muffled as the awful box closed. Around the black screen was a smaller wooden box that encased Millie’s head, there was a leather-padded groove that fitted her neck perfectly, such that alongside the other three sides clicked down to encase her head completely. Millie could still breathe and was not uncomfortable but her head was now isolated from the rest of her body making her hyperventilate due to her claustrophobia.
Millie was in total darkness and whimpered and struggled as much as she could. She could feel the same soft padded leather around each of her ankles and wrists that that held her forehead down within the internal stocks that divided her into four portions; her hands, feet and head being isolated from her body in the main compartment of the coffin. Her restraints held her tightly, but not so tight as to cut of circulation. The screen came to life, temporarily blinding Millie with a flash before settling to a dim black and white image of a series of coffins going down a conveyor belt. Millie watched in dread as the screen changed to show a colour image of a woman’s face in the same bondage she was in. Millie guessed the woman was in her late thirties with blonde frizzy hair, despite the red ball gag in her mouth it was clear that the poor woman was in a state of absolute panic. The image changed to show a panning shot of the poor woman’s naked body within the awful coffin. Millie curled her toes and flexed her fingers nervously’ watching as the screen showed the poor blonde make the same nervous movements with her own fingers and toes. Next the screen showed something that made Millie’s blood run cold: a jar of awful insects being held by the strange woman’s demonic hand with the other hand making a thumbs-up.
“NO DON’T YOU DARE!!! DON’T YOU DARE PUTTING FUCKING INSECTS ON ME!!!” Millie shrieked.
The screen showed the insects crawling over the poor woman’s pale skin with a small picture-in-picture display of the frantic woman’s face as she screamed and struggled. Now Millie understood why her head was cut off from the rest of her body. First the poor blonde on screen enjoyed the same limitation to torment before the camera showed ants crawling on her face.
Millie continued to vary between begging and threatening her cruel captor, her absolute worst nightmare seeming to be imminent.
As Millie paused for air between threats and pleas for mercy a cruel voice answered;
“You will be spared this torment, for now! I know it is your worst fear, so it shall be saved as a special punishment if you ever defy me or earn my wrath. Unlike this woman, I like you Millie….. This woman was a really nasty piece of work who deserves her ongoing nightmare…”
“You are still torturing her?!...” Millie screamed in disbelief, she hated watching the insect move over the poor woman’s skin and really hated that the leather across her forehead stopped her from being able to look away.
“Her and thousands of others, the cruel voice answered. The screen showed a tracking shot of thousands of little coffins on shelves with little labels like a dusty old museum. Millie couldn’t understand why the coffins seemed to only be a couple of inches long; judging by the way they looked in comparison to the grain of the wooden shelves, but she had worse things to worry about.
The screen changed to show a coffin spinning on a round platform getting faster and faster. The coffin was off-centre as the speed picked up the image blurred. As the turn-table slowed Millie saw that there were now two coffins standing to either side of the round platform.
“Time for the ride of your life!” The cruel voice whispered
Slowly Millie felt the coffin began to move. She whimpered and squirmed as the screen showed her scenes from her life in a random order. Millie’s eyes flickered and she curled her toes and flexed her fingers as the speed began to pick up. She remembered each and every moment and felt like her memory itself was being put through sieve. Millie hated not being able to move but the fact that the confining coffin was now in motion made her panic all the more. Gradually she started to feel the effects of the G force as the coffin went round and round. Millie screamed as she felt in her core that something undefinable was wrong, it was like the parts of this nightmare in which she had found herself falling, only somehow indescribably different as she watched very important moment from her life on the screen. Gradually the coffin slowed to a stop. Millie breathed deeply and struggled. The screen was blank and Millie roared to be released immediately.
“GET ME OUT OF HERE!..... GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING BOX!” Millie’s voice echoed in the tiny inner box, hurting her ears.
The box lid opened and Millie looked up blinking at the torchlight as her cruel captor looked down at her with a grin. It didn’t take long for Millie to resume screaming, begging and shouting threats.
“All-in-all a successful duplication, nearly completely identical with this copy being just slightly more assertive…”
“What!.... Just stop!....” Millie gabbled, she could hear another voice and was confused.
“So which bondage position to put my new tickle-toy in first!....” The cruel woman began as her victim whimpered.
“No!... Just let me go!”
“Maybe I should let you choose!... Sitting, standing, kneeling or other?”
“What?” Millie whimpered
“So basically I am going to put you in different forms of bondage and tickle you…” The cruel woman began.
“No don’t!” Millie protested.
“Okay, I will play with the more submissive copy instead!” The cruel woman replied and began to close the coffin lid.
“No don’t! Get me out of this fucking coffin!” Millie screamed as her world went dark again.
Millie watched on her screen as the cruel woman used her goat legs to pace over to the coffin on the opposite side of the turn-table where she opened the lid to reveal an identical copy of Millie screaming to be released. Millie screamed and raged as a near identical conversation she had just had played out before the cruel woman closed the coffin lid, ‘why was she showing me just what happened on film?’ Millie thought as the torchlight greeted Millie’s eyes again as her own coffin was opened.
“Okay! So one last chance, make your choice or I will fill both of these coffins with creepy crawlies until one of you chooses, and the least assertive Milf will keep the insects crawling over her skin….”
“No not that!” Millie screamed.
“Well then choose, your starting options are sitting, standing, kneeling-”
“Standing!” Millie quickly answered, she didn’t understand the question but hated the idea of insects crawling over her skin and somehow thought that kneeling would be worse….
Her captor beamed and reached down into the coffin, she seemed to grab Millie by her very soul as she picked her up. Again Millie could not explain how one second she was strapped and stocked into the cruel coffin contraption and the next moment she was stood on her tiptoes on a piece of wood with her arms manacled high above her head. Millie squirmed and struggled as she realised her toes were bolted to the awful piece of wood, not tied but held splayed out by little metal clamps that were padded with leather. Millie struggled in silence before she realised she could hear her own voice even though she was not talking...
“Get me out of this box!... I’m Claustrophobic ” A muffled version of her voice screamed from inside the remaining coffin.
It took Millie a minute to realise her own coffin had now disappeared from the round turn-table. Somehow she knew that the woman in the coffin was her, she could almost still feel the firm unyielding restraints and claustrophobic terror.
“What have you done to me!” Millie moaned.
“I have copied you, duplicated you… You should’ve picked this up really. I want one Milf to go back up top, raise her kids. Enjoy being a professional foot-model –slash- nail artist –slash- … well that is your choice….”
“Let me pick up my kids!... I have been down here for fucking hours they must be scared!”… Millie pleaded, trying to think of ways to delay the inevitable.
“How many times!... You are outside of time!” Her captor bellowed, before adding;
“I have already told you will collect your children from day care, or your duplicate will, but most probably you! A.K.A. this Milf!” The cruel woman ended by pointing a long black feather at Millie, who trembled and looked to the other coffin.
“What will happen to her!... I… I can still feel her!” Millie whimpered.
“I will probably keep her in my collection that you saw earlier, I have space ready to file her between a Jacobean serving wench called Mildred and an American housewife from the 50’s who is also called Millie… But of course I have also had this shoe-box diorama idea so I might store you in my ‘special collection’… but that all depends on your responses.”
Millie blinked, she was truly confused to the extent that she had run out of ways to pretend to be stupid in order to delay her inevitable on-coming torment. She had hoped to learn something to her advantage or to frustrate the woman into making a mistake but all to no avail. As she had spoken she had realised a few things about her current predicament, the stupid 70s sci-fi underwear had gone and she was wearing a the same itchy dress again only now with nothing underneath, she still strangely recognised the feel of sci-fi which she guessed it was to do with this ‘feedback loop’ the strange woman had mentioned earlier. The woman approached her menacingly and Millie struggled to find a way to keep her talking.
The cruel woman ignored her attempts to stall and started tickling Millie’s underarms, using the long black feather at first and then transforming her fingertips into feathers so she could softly tickled the smooth well-maintained skin that was stretched taught and helpless. Millie shrieked, she had known that the sensations were coming but somehow they still surprised her. After every ticklish-touch landed it seemed to somehow land again and take her by surprise. It took her a moment to notice that her ‘copy’ had stopped raging and was now laughing too. Her cruel captor then began to explore her neck.
“No not there!” Millie shrieked squirming and struggling the small amount her bonds would allow.
“Okay how about here!” The cruel woman teased and she ducked down to explore the backs of Millie’s knees with soft expert touches, the feathers instantly turned back into smooth fingertips that sent electric shocks sensations of panic through Millie’s nervous system.
Millie just shrieked and gabbled incoherently, she was not sure that the backs of her knees had ever been tickled like this before, the woman had maybe quickly teased them when she had stretched her out earlier during this nightmare, but being forced to stand on tip-toes made the sensations unbearable.
Millie wished she could move away, but any escape, or any attempt to move slightly to alleviate her torment was impossible. Millie wailed as she felt her true vulnerability in this position, normally she would have gotten used to the sensations by now but between her bondage and something else her cruel captor was able to focus on this one spot for a long time without there being any loss in sensitivity for her poor, helpless, frantic victim.
Cruelly the sexy secretary ran her fingers up and down both of her victim’s short but toned legs before pausing and fluttering her fingertips in the smooth outstretched hollows behind each knee driving the slim brunette insane.
“Not stop it! I can’t get away I hate this!”
“Okay!... Wondderful!... full and continued sensitivity is established, I have two permanently ticklish Milfs to play with! One to go back up top to be a professional foot-model and lure more captives down here, and one to keep mint-in-box!”
“No get the other me out of that fucking box!” Millie screeched
“As you wish, came the reply” The sadistic secretary said as she clicked her fingers.
Millie instantly regretted her words as she found herself tightly contained within the cursed box once more. The screen showed herself blinking and whimpering in the very same bondage she had just been in, only the ‘her’ on stage wore a sexy silky negligée: ‘She has swapped us!’ Millie thought with a deep sense of dread; ‘Oh my God!... what if I am the one she keeps!!!!’
Whimpering submissively the Millie standing in tight bondage tried to reason with her captor, tried to delay the inevitable but found that this was no use as the first soft tickles had only whet the appetite of the cruel-tickle demon. Within the box Millie watched as the cruel woman explored every inch of her body, she guessed after a while that she was seeing the highlights in a random order as the phantom-tickles from this: ‘feedback loop’ did not seem to match what she saw on the screen. Millie hated every second and wished she could look away as the copy of her on screen was gagged with a large red ball-gag to stop her biting down on her lips. The cruel goat-legged woman grew extra arms to target each and every ticklish spot, cycling through techniques like an expert. There was one tickle-spot that she had saved for the finale though: Millie’s soft and perfect feet. For this she decided to use some of her ‘little helpers’.
The copy of Millie in the box wished she could look away whilst the version of her receiving the torment was all the more frantic for not being able to see. Both felt the administrations of thousands of little hands and feathers exploring their toes and arches. The cruel woman had prestidigitated an array of horror-themed creature to tickle the standing-Millie’s feet using miniature electric toothbrushes and flossers and all the tickle tools Millie had experienced in the stocks earlier. They crawled over her feet being able to access between her toes from both above and below due to little holes drilled in the spaces between the toe-clamps. Had they been sentient the woman they tickled would have appeared like a giant to them, but they were product only of their cruel creators will and pleased her as they tickled away.
From inside the box Millie squirmed as she felt her own toes receive echoes of the same sensations at first, and then the screen showed her something that made her giggles turn to scream. The left side of the screen showed her own curling and scrunching toes as her feet instinctively flexed and wiggled, next two of the cruel creatures waved to the camera; one a yeti-like creature the other a Freddie-Kreugar type creature only with feathers instead of knives for fingers.
“No!... Don’t tickle me too!...” Millie screamed as she frantically struggled.
It appeared that the two of them being tickled at the same time sent them into overdrive. The boxed Millie’s toes were tied back and she watched as the standing-Millie took the worst of the torment whilst a smaller picture in the top right corner showed her own soles getting ‘the treatment’ from the horrible little apparitions.
Finally the copy of her standing for torment could take no more and reached boiling point, the gag disappeared and she screamed with every inch of her sole.
“NO!.... STOP THIS! I WILL DO ANYTHING!... JUST MAKE IT STOP!.....”
Finally the torture stopped and Millie stood, her chest heaving her heart pounding.
“…Anything?!” Her cruel captor asked.
“Oh my God please, just let me go! I can’t stand this! I can’t take it!” Millie submissively whimpered.
“Whilst your mouth is saying one thing, your body is saying another…” The cruel woman explained, gesturing to Millie’s nipples with the feather.
“Oh my God!” Millie whimpered.
“…Not allowed down here!” The cruel woman quipped, before adding;
“And anyway you are outvoted, one mouth pleading for the torture to stop and two nipples just crying out to be tickled!”
“Please!...” Millie whimpered, piteously. Her nipples were hard and firm against the silky fabric of her negligée. Strangely she could also feel that awful itchy dress against them still.
“I tell you what! I shall give you three choices: You can either surrender your clothes and be tickled naked in this position, watch from the coffin as I torment the more assertive copy of you in a kneeling position or I will have a team of lovely sensual women massage you whilst your more assertive clone takes the insect punishment you both dread!....”
Before Millie could answer she heard her duplicate from inside the box screaming in rage. Millie’s heart sank as she knew she had no chance of evading some form of torture. She was certain the last option would probably be a trick and she would still be able to feel the insects on her own skin.
“The second one, her in a kneeling position…” Millie weakly mumbled.
“Good choice!” Her captor answered. With a click of her fingers she had her victim kneeling in front of her. The bondage was perfect, Millie knelt on two padded board that ended just above her ankles such that her toes were perfectly tied back securely. Leather straps held her legs firmly at the calves and ankles. Her arms were tied above her head splaying her out in an inverted ‘Y’ shape with her ponytail cruelly used to keep her from moving her head.
“What now!.... You’re going to tickle me I suppose! You know this is getting boring?!” Millie snapped.
“Oh bad choice of words, if you are bored I shall have to cheer you up!” The cruel woman exclaimed tickling her victim all over with glee.
“Millie burst into laughter, inside the box the more submissive version of her trembled and giggled: ‘why did she have to antagonise her?’ she is only going to make it worse she thought, regarding the copy of her as a different person for the first time.
“Okay!.. Okay!.. Oka –ha-hey!... I’m sorry!” The kneeling Millie managed through peals of laughter.
“How sorry!...” Her cruel captor quipped, psychically instructing her ‘Little helpers’ to tickle in between her kneeling victim’s toes whilst some of her ‘slightly larger helpers’ in the form pumpkin-headed monsters with grotesquely thin bodies tormented her arches and heels.
‘Oh my God, was that what was tickling me earlier!’ The boxed copy of Millie thought as she watched the torment of her clone’s soles on screen. She curled her toes hating the phantom sensations she felt.
Meanwhile the cruel woman had tickled her prize to the same level of hysteria that as the more-submissive version had reached prior to the last ‘swap’, she delighted as she beheld Millie’s nipples stiffening to their full extent under the administrations of the awful itchy torture gown.”
“…I’m sorry that she got that sexy negligee and I get this drab thing!” Millie spat, red face with humiliation: feeling the rage and fire well within that she was nothing but a toy.
‘There she goes again!’ thought the copy of Millie in the box.
“Oh back to anger again!... I tell you what how about we do away with the garment then!” Her captor teased whisking away the itchy fabric leaving Millie blushing as the cool cavern air greeted her sensitive skin.
Millie felt humiliated and vulnerable, kneeling in only her designer panties that she thought had gone. Even though there was no-one watching she felt herself bristle up with goose-bumps and blushed deeply. Her nipples still ached and throbbed but a part of her quivered in anticipation as the cruel woman approached her with two black feathers.
“Now let’s see how these Milf-Nips respond to more direct stimulation…” She purred as she lowered the feathers on an ominous path.
“Stop ca-aaaaah!” Millie began before sighing as her nipples instantly accepted the soft firm feathers and swelling to their full extent.
Millie couldn’t help herself but the feathers felt good, she had breast fed the twins a little but found the experience uncomfortable even if it helped her bond with the children she had tried to want during the darkest time of her life. This did not remind her of that, did not remind her of a teenage boyfriend who tried to fondle her to little effect. Instead this was new and scintillating, the boxed Millie found her own nipples hardening in sympathy.
“Oooh! I think we have found a spot you like to be tickled!” Her captor teased playfully.
“Okay!... Okay!... Please don’t tickle my nipples!” Millie attempted to beg, unconvincingly.
“Nice try but I can tell that you are loving this!” Her captor purred.
Millie continued to try and convince the cruel woman that she really hated the nipple tickling as she dreaded her returning to the previous torturous technique or moving on to some new and terrible form of tickle-torture.
“I suggest we play a little game!...” The cruel woman began.
Millie could only moan and bite her lip slightly, still trying not to let on the extent to which her body was betraying her mind.
“I am going to try and tickle your nipples until you climax, I want you to try and resist. Meanwhile in the box your more-submissive Sister-Milf will have to resist the administrations of ‘Mummy’s little helper’.
Within the box Millie squirmed watching all of this on her little screen. The screen showed her a shot of her helpless body within the box, a mechanical arm in between her legs slowly moving it into place. The extending metal arm bore her vibrator, not just the exact same make and model; but her vibrator with the slight dent from that time the doorbell rang on a lazy-Sunday and she dropped it.
“Which-ever one of you can last the longest will get to skip the next torture I have in store for you!”
“Oh my God!” Both Millies whimpered in unison.
The cruel woman began by circling both of the feathers over the kneeling Millie’s nipples, starting at the edges of her areolae and circling ever closer to her still throbbing dark pink nub. Inside the coffin the vibrator was pushed with just the right amount of pressure onto the trapped Millie’s blossoming pussy. The submissive Millie was terrified, sure she would climax the second it touched her but something strange happened, the vibrator tickled!
This took the terrified, trapped woman by surprise and she squealed then giggled as it continued to tickle as it simultaneously applied the perfect amount of pressure to just the right spot and wiggled around on its mechanical arm making her writhe with a mixture of pleasure and hysteria, normally she was in control of her ‘special little friend’ during her ‘special time’ but having something else make it move was a new experience for her.
Meanwhile the kneeling Millie was also giggling as her cruel tormentress worked her slowly towards an inevitable orgasm. She felt as if her nipples would burst as the cruel woman expertly teased them. She could feel her pussy getting moist and her confidence that the submissive version of her inside the box would climax first was diminishing with very second.
Normally Millie would climax quickly whenever she finally got some time to herself, but sometimes when she had longer periods of privacy she would take her time and find the experience far more satisfactory. Suddenly neither Millie could endure more ecstasy, and both women climaxed hard in unison. Both continued to laugh and writhe as they were tickled.
“No fa-haa-haaa-air!” The kneeling Millie protested as the foot ticklers returned and she continued to climax hard, feeling the vibrator on her trapped clone’s engorged clitoris.
The kneeling Millie had realised that the feedback loop meant they were always going to climax together in unison, no matter what. Meanwhile her boxed clone just begged to be fucked, she lost all decorum and just begged and pleaded to be taken out of the terrible coffin and fucked hard. The vibrator wasn’t enough, she needed to feel a stiff throbbing cock inside of her.
“Well as you have won the moral victory I will let you just watch the next phase, you won’t miss the torture entirely but my attendants will keep you entertained whilst you wait for me to return”. The sexy secretary explained to the kneeling Millie
The quivering, kneeling brunette rolled her eyes and listened. She could feel her ‘copy’ climax hard and secretly longed for the same satisfaction but maintained some decorum.
“What are you going to do to her?” She quietly peeped.
“Not me! Saoirse!” The dreadful demoness answered.
“Who?” The kneeling Millie asked in confusion not understanding the word ‘SHEER-SA’.
“Saoirse, A.K.A Sprinkles!... You know her actually, she once tickled you at a party only to end up humiliated and wet in quite a different way you are wet now…”
The kneeling Millie whimpered; ‘how was that poor woman down here too!...’
“You see I captured poor Saoirse, or sprinkles after years of frustration following that humiliating experience…” The sexy secretary explained, adding;
“…Last year actually!”
Millie just whimpered and quivered feeling her copy finally pass out from pleasure, it was the first time she felt the connection of ‘the feedback loop’ drop like this.
“Now poor Saoirse got called Sprinkles for years, a few party attendees going to the same university she did after that school leavers, did you know that?...”
Millie shook her head in terror thinking: ‘how awful’.
“And people would surprise her with tickles and tease her, and what was once a mostly harmless fetish turned bitter and the sweet Saoirse turned sour…”
“… Gone was the passionate teenager with a bright future who fantasied every night about tickling and teasing that sexy girl in the year above!”
“Oh yes! How intense her fantasies were about that sexy, short brunette who wore sandals and she still saw here and there even though she had left school for a job in a shop…”
Millie listened wide-eyes as she dreaded what was coming next.
“…. You!”
Millie whimpered, wondering what cruel games the dreadful demoness had in mind. She watched as the coffin unfolded on the turn-tables and slowly transformed into a four poster bed made of the same dark wood. Millie’s slumbering clone was stretched out in a spread-eagle.
“Now sweet Saoirse here didn’t just fantasise about tickling you, she wanted to edge you and make you beg”
“Why me?!” Millie weakly asked.
“Remember when you and your friends talked about getting remote controlled vibrating eggs and wearing them on the bus?....”
“No!...” Millie replied, genuinely not recalled some long-forgotten teenage banter.
“Saoirse remembers!” Her captor replied, before adding.
“Oh yes! She was listening to the older girls in the year above talk!...”
“… And she fantasised about you every night until she got up the courage to tickle nineteen year old you at that party…”
“Of course back then you looked like this!”
With a gesture the dreadful demoness moved time forwards to the point where an eighteen year old Saoirse now stood over the spread-eagled nineteen year old version of herself who was now awake and alert and eyeing the pale red-head standing over her apprehensively.
The kneeling Millie guessed that time had been paused as neither of the two nubile teens in the scene before her eyes moved,
“And do you know what I am going to do?....” The sexy secretary teased, loving her victim’s fear.
The kneeling Millie shook her head as the cruel woman continued.
“…I am going to bring sweet Saoirse fantasies to life…”
“… Want to watch?!!!”
- - - -
Millie screamed as she fell, hoping that the horrible nightmare would be over and that she would awake in bed or on the bus, or even in a bush or ambulance.
But she was not so fortunate. Instead she turned over and over from head to toe in an ever twisting spiral. Forever falling through darkness until with she landed with a dull thud finding herself scrambling amongst leaves on a forest floor.
Millie was terrified, it was a deep primal terror known to small creatures on a moonlit night when their predators were lurking and watching. An Owl hooted and the moonlit illuminated her surroundings with just enough pale silvery light to create terrible twisting shadows. Millie tried to make sense of it all, but the fear drove away all rational thought.
How she had gotten here; she had no idea! How to escape; she knew not, but she knew she must try. Millie’s clothes had also been changed again. Millie’s feet were contained in what felt like thing leather boots lined with some kind of padding or fur. The awful itchy gown had been replaced with some kind of animal skins. Hearing a branch snap to her left, the terrified woman lost her nerve and ran in the opposite direction through the strange woods. She heard the wood come alive as she scattered twigs and leaves and tried not to trip and fall. An Owl swooped and screeched making Millie scream and twist away, the enormous bird seeming terrible against the dim darkness as she ran. A bright orange flash of a predatory cat-like creature made Millie twist and try to adjust her path as it flickered between the trees in front of her. She was terrified of what was behind her but now she had nowhere to run. Frantically she began to try and climb one of the trees. Losing her grip she fumbled and broke a rotten branch she had snatched at, this caused poor Millie to swing on an unplanned trajectory into a giant spider’s web. Frantically she struggled as a giant spider began to examine its catch. The awful creature was huge and black and had that awful demon-woman’s face.
“Nothing but fear down here!” It cackled, as it began to engulf Millie in awful white sticky gossamer threads it spews from the mandible-like appendages of second-mouth, that of the spider.
Millie frantically struggled, remembering seeing something like this in that fantasy film with the awful orcs and goblins. Her attempts to escape were in vain and she was wrapped tightly from her ankles to her neck like an ancient Egyptian Mummy. Millie tried to free herself but the awful spider-woman secured her wrists with the sticky gossamer threads and stuck them to her sides, the cruel apparition had considered crossing her victims arms over her heaving chest or having them wrapped together above her head but this would do for now. She could always mummify her prize another way later, she had all eternity.
“One Mummy wrapped MILT!” The spider-woman cackled.
“Don’t call me that!” Millie protested through shrieks of fear.
“I suppose I shouldn’t!...” Her captor answered before carrying on a sing-song voice;
“Because you are more than a ‘Mother I would Like to Tickle…..
“You’re a Mother I am Going to Tickle!.....
“… A Mother I am Going to Sexually Tease!...”
“….A Mother I am Going to Horribly Torment!”
“Noooo!....” Millie screamed as the awful spider continued to verbally tease her as she finalised the cruel cocoon. Allowing her precious prize to drop such that she hung by her ankles, enough layers had now been applied to her upper body and legs that there was no chance she could break free and fall.
“Of course MILF has become a word in its own right, so I could just call you a ‘Milf I will make Laugh Forever!’…
Millie struggled desperately to get free but it was hopeless, now if she broke out she would drop back to the forest floor. The cursed cocoon was getting tighter and tighter all the time as her cruel captor scrambled around her, applying layer after layer. The animal skins or whatever Millie had been wearing had seemed to melt away and she felt the hardening goo encasing her directly against her sensitive skin from her ankles to her neck. Worst of all, now she couldn’t move her head. The hardening cocoon made her skin feel tingly but she was in no pain or discomfort, only horrified of whatever was to come next as she dangled…
Millie protested, squirmed and panicked. The awful creature that was tormenting her through this nightmare had just found another way to call her a MILF or a MILT or something….
“Yes… a MILF Interned to Laugh Forever!” The spider-woman mused, pleased with her conclusion before adding; “On the subject of making you laugh, time to bare your feet!”
Millie screamed as the strange footwear she had not had a chance to examine was uncannily whisked away leaving her bare, warm, soft soles flexing and curling against the cold air.
“Please don’t do this! Just let me go!” Millie begged piteously.
“Oh I will let you go once I have had my fun and made a copy for future enjoyment… For now I want to bind these sexy toes to the cocoon I have encase you in!” Her captor beamed.
Millie desperately struggled as each and every toe was secured with the gossamer strands and pulled back to the many layers of spider-silk that had hardened like plaster around her ankles. First each of her big toes were secured back and then each and every one was seized in order expertly pulled back to the confining cocoon. Millie tried to flex and curl her toes to stop her captor, but could not evade the spider-woman’s touch as each and every toe was splayed out and secured. This made Millie feel even more vulnerable and helpless as she knew which toe would be next but could not stop it from being slowly and methodologically put into a state of near complete immobility.
“I don’t like this!... Please!... I’m claustrophobic!.... I hate not being able to move!”
Millie pleaded helplessly as her last little pinky-toe was secured.
“I know!” Her captor replied cruelly running her the tips of her spider legs up and down each arch.
“Millie shrieked, the horrible sensation both tickled and triggering her deep phobia of insects crawling on her skin!”
“NOOOO! GET THEM OFF!.. I HATE HAVING INSECTS ON MY SKIN!!!” Millie desperately wailed as her spider-captor began using whatever the appendages on a spider’s mouth were called to tickle just under her tender and trapped toes. Millie couldn’t see what was going on but knew the cruel creature was doing, it was tickling her with… ‘the palpitating parts’… She think of the name of the bits below a spider’s mouth but knew what her captor was doing and she hated every touch.
“PLEASE!.. I FUCKING HATE THIS!... STOP!!!!” Millie screamed.
“Okay… No more spider tickles!” Her captor replied, changing back into her secretary form.
“Let me go!... AAAARGH!.... I hate this! Get me down from here!.. I can’t move!.." Millie pleaded and wailed.
I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE… LET ME GO!!!....I CAN’T MOVE!...”
“Well that is the idea of putting a sexy Milf in bondage!” The cruel woman purred as she began to trace her long red fingernails up and down Millie’s trapped taut arches.
“Millie laughed helplessly, she hated the humiliation of being made to laugh and squirm and beg, but it was better than the horror she had felt during the spider’s awful administrations.
The cruel woman laughed as she tickled, she wore a similar corset to the one she had worn when greeting her guest in the cavern; only this one had more of a forest theme: with greens and browns. Of course, her victim could barely see her but she liked to look good when she tickled; even if there was no-one to see. This time she had eschewed her goat legs and instead wore green stockings and brown high heels that she dangled from her toes as she lay on her belly on the branch. She had got the idea from a woman in a Robin-hood costume she had captured in one of her photo-booth-traps last Halloween. The cruel secretary mused about the woman as she tickled her new toy. She still had Robin in her collection: a shy Raven-haired goth-girl with sensitive pale skin and green eyes: maybe she would get her out to play with later, maybe she would let her have some fun helping to tickle her new prize, maybe she would use her sensitive skin to help teach this one the joys of tickling…. ‘No, she had her sexy red-haired friend for that!’… ‘Although…. the more the merrier!’
Millie was at her wit’s end. Her terror at not being able to move was compounded by the awful tickling which had not fully worn off the way it usually did. Also she was starting to find being suspended utterly uncomfortable. She tried to find the air to protest between helpless peals of laughter as the woman used her tongue-trick again to torment her toes, all the while dancing her bright red nails over the taut arches below. The tongue felt like a thousand feathers one second and then like leaves the next, there were new sensations Millie had never felt before having never had a cat lick between her toes.
“AAAARRRGH!... STOP!.... I CAN’T BREATHE!... ALL THE BLOOD IS RUSHING TO MY HEAD!... GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!”
Millie screamed at the top of her breath as she finally reached her limit.
“Okay then, I make that Coffin time!” Her tormentor quipped.
With a click of her fingers the cruel demoness transported her prize out of forest scenario and stood over her with glee as she squirmed in a dark brown wooden coffin. She had briefly considered making Millie feel like she was falling again but she had already done that twice, so she decided against it. Millie stammered and whimpered trying to get a grasp on her surreal situation. One second she had been hanging by her ankles with the blood rushing to her head, the next she was on her inside a horrific coffin still struggling within the awful cocoon with the awful woman standing over her.
“How….” Was all Millie could manage to say.
“Because I willed it to be so! I control things down here, you are in my domain! Milf!”
“Stop calling me that!” Millie protested as she squirmed.
“I will call you what I like and do unto you as I please! You are mine to play with!... On the subject of which I fancy a costume change…”
Millie shrieked as the terrible cocoon began to re-arrange itself, tickling her as it seemed to move on its own accord. Soon she felt fabric gripping her breasts and by the feel of it she had been given a pair of sci-fi panties.
“What do you think?” The cruel woman asked, holding the lid to the coffin upon on a hinge, on the lid was something black and reflective showed Millie her reflection.
“It’s not my style!” Millie retorted sourly.
“A bit too Blake’s seven?....” Her cruel captor asked.
Millie considered replying but decided it was probably best not to engage with this hallucination, she tried to take stock of her situation, she realised her arms were now above her head and the coffin reminded her of that magician’s trick where they sawed a woman in half; was the coffin now longer?..
Her captor continued;
“I actually got this idea from a different sci-fi show, soon I shall have two ticklish Milfs to play with”
“Stop cal-… Oh what’s the point!” Millie exclaimed, angry and scared but slightly glad to be freed from the awful cocoon.
“Now I just need to make a few minor adjustments, the cruel woman purred with a click of her fingers.
Millie realised her ankles and wrists were held by what felt like stocks, she wasn’t sure what had held them after the awful cocoon had been transformed into her latest stupid outfit but cursed the fact she hadn’t used the opportunity to try to escape. ‘Had some of the awful spider silk remained holding her wrists and ankles?’…. She wasn’t sure but now little internal stocks held them tightly and snugly. A strap also held her head back to the back board of the coffin making Millie very nervous. The awful woman began to close the lid on the coffin, laughing cruelly.
“No don’t!.... I’m claustrophobic!...” Millie screamed, her cries becoming muffled as the awful box closed. Around the black screen was a smaller wooden box that encased Millie’s head, there was a leather-padded groove that fitted her neck perfectly, such that alongside the other three sides clicked down to encase her head completely. Millie could still breathe and was not uncomfortable but her head was now isolated from the rest of her body making her hyperventilate due to her claustrophobia.
Millie was in total darkness and whimpered and struggled as much as she could. She could feel the same soft padded leather around each of her ankles and wrists that that held her forehead down within the internal stocks that divided her into four portions; her hands, feet and head being isolated from her body in the main compartment of the coffin. Her restraints held her tightly, but not so tight as to cut of circulation. The screen came to life, temporarily blinding Millie with a flash before settling to a dim black and white image of a series of coffins going down a conveyor belt. Millie watched in dread as the screen changed to show a colour image of a woman’s face in the same bondage she was in. Millie guessed the woman was in her late thirties with blonde frizzy hair, despite the red ball gag in her mouth it was clear that the poor woman was in a state of absolute panic. The image changed to show a panning shot of the poor woman’s naked body within the awful coffin. Millie curled her toes and flexed her fingers nervously’ watching as the screen showed the poor blonde make the same nervous movements with her own fingers and toes. Next the screen showed something that made Millie’s blood run cold: a jar of awful insects being held by the strange woman’s demonic hand with the other hand making a thumbs-up.
“NO DON’T YOU DARE!!! DON’T YOU DARE PUTTING FUCKING INSECTS ON ME!!!” Millie shrieked.
The screen showed the insects crawling over the poor woman’s pale skin with a small picture-in-picture display of the frantic woman’s face as she screamed and struggled. Now Millie understood why her head was cut off from the rest of her body. First the poor blonde on screen enjoyed the same limitation to torment before the camera showed ants crawling on her face.
Millie continued to vary between begging and threatening her cruel captor, her absolute worst nightmare seeming to be imminent.
As Millie paused for air between threats and pleas for mercy a cruel voice answered;
“You will be spared this torment, for now! I know it is your worst fear, so it shall be saved as a special punishment if you ever defy me or earn my wrath. Unlike this woman, I like you Millie….. This woman was a really nasty piece of work who deserves her ongoing nightmare…”
“You are still torturing her?!...” Millie screamed in disbelief, she hated watching the insect move over the poor woman’s skin and really hated that the leather across her forehead stopped her from being able to look away.
“Her and thousands of others, the cruel voice answered. The screen showed a tracking shot of thousands of little coffins on shelves with little labels like a dusty old museum. Millie couldn’t understand why the coffins seemed to only be a couple of inches long; judging by the way they looked in comparison to the grain of the wooden shelves, but she had worse things to worry about.
The screen changed to show a coffin spinning on a round platform getting faster and faster. The coffin was off-centre as the speed picked up the image blurred. As the turn-table slowed Millie saw that there were now two coffins standing to either side of the round platform.
“Time for the ride of your life!” The cruel voice whispered
Slowly Millie felt the coffin began to move. She whimpered and squirmed as the screen showed her scenes from her life in a random order. Millie’s eyes flickered and she curled her toes and flexed her fingers as the speed began to pick up. She remembered each and every moment and felt like her memory itself was being put through sieve. Millie hated not being able to move but the fact that the confining coffin was now in motion made her panic all the more. Gradually she started to feel the effects of the G force as the coffin went round and round. Millie screamed as she felt in her core that something undefinable was wrong, it was like the parts of this nightmare in which she had found herself falling, only somehow indescribably different as she watched very important moment from her life on the screen. Gradually the coffin slowed to a stop. Millie breathed deeply and struggled. The screen was blank and Millie roared to be released immediately.
“GET ME OUT OF HERE!..... GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING BOX!” Millie’s voice echoed in the tiny inner box, hurting her ears.
The box lid opened and Millie looked up blinking at the torchlight as her cruel captor looked down at her with a grin. It didn’t take long for Millie to resume screaming, begging and shouting threats.
“All-in-all a successful duplication, nearly completely identical with this copy being just slightly more assertive…”
“What!.... Just stop!....” Millie gabbled, she could hear another voice and was confused.
“So which bondage position to put my new tickle-toy in first!....” The cruel woman began as her victim whimpered.
“No!... Just let me go!”
“Maybe I should let you choose!... Sitting, standing, kneeling or other?”
“What?” Millie whimpered
“So basically I am going to put you in different forms of bondage and tickle you…” The cruel woman began.
“No don’t!” Millie protested.
“Okay, I will play with the more submissive copy instead!” The cruel woman replied and began to close the coffin lid.
“No don’t! Get me out of this fucking coffin!” Millie screamed as her world went dark again.
Millie watched on her screen as the cruel woman used her goat legs to pace over to the coffin on the opposite side of the turn-table where she opened the lid to reveal an identical copy of Millie screaming to be released. Millie screamed and raged as a near identical conversation she had just had played out before the cruel woman closed the coffin lid, ‘why was she showing me just what happened on film?’ Millie thought as the torchlight greeted Millie’s eyes again as her own coffin was opened.
“Okay! So one last chance, make your choice or I will fill both of these coffins with creepy crawlies until one of you chooses, and the least assertive Milf will keep the insects crawling over her skin….”
“No not that!” Millie screamed.
“Well then choose, your starting options are sitting, standing, kneeling-”
“Standing!” Millie quickly answered, she didn’t understand the question but hated the idea of insects crawling over her skin and somehow thought that kneeling would be worse….
Her captor beamed and reached down into the coffin, she seemed to grab Millie by her very soul as she picked her up. Again Millie could not explain how one second she was strapped and stocked into the cruel coffin contraption and the next moment she was stood on her tiptoes on a piece of wood with her arms manacled high above her head. Millie squirmed and struggled as she realised her toes were bolted to the awful piece of wood, not tied but held splayed out by little metal clamps that were padded with leather. Millie struggled in silence before she realised she could hear her own voice even though she was not talking...
“Get me out of this box!... I’m Claustrophobic ” A muffled version of her voice screamed from inside the remaining coffin.
It took Millie a minute to realise her own coffin had now disappeared from the round turn-table. Somehow she knew that the woman in the coffin was her, she could almost still feel the firm unyielding restraints and claustrophobic terror.
“What have you done to me!” Millie moaned.
“I have copied you, duplicated you… You should’ve picked this up really. I want one Milf to go back up top, raise her kids. Enjoy being a professional foot-model –slash- nail artist –slash- … well that is your choice….”
“Let me pick up my kids!... I have been down here for fucking hours they must be scared!”… Millie pleaded, trying to think of ways to delay the inevitable.
“How many times!... You are outside of time!” Her captor bellowed, before adding;
“I have already told you will collect your children from day care, or your duplicate will, but most probably you! A.K.A. this Milf!” The cruel woman ended by pointing a long black feather at Millie, who trembled and looked to the other coffin.
“What will happen to her!... I… I can still feel her!” Millie whimpered.
“I will probably keep her in my collection that you saw earlier, I have space ready to file her between a Jacobean serving wench called Mildred and an American housewife from the 50’s who is also called Millie… But of course I have also had this shoe-box diorama idea so I might store you in my ‘special collection’… but that all depends on your responses.”
Millie blinked, she was truly confused to the extent that she had run out of ways to pretend to be stupid in order to delay her inevitable on-coming torment. She had hoped to learn something to her advantage or to frustrate the woman into making a mistake but all to no avail. As she had spoken she had realised a few things about her current predicament, the stupid 70s sci-fi underwear had gone and she was wearing a the same itchy dress again only now with nothing underneath, she still strangely recognised the feel of sci-fi which she guessed it was to do with this ‘feedback loop’ the strange woman had mentioned earlier. The woman approached her menacingly and Millie struggled to find a way to keep her talking.
The cruel woman ignored her attempts to stall and started tickling Millie’s underarms, using the long black feather at first and then transforming her fingertips into feathers so she could softly tickled the smooth well-maintained skin that was stretched taught and helpless. Millie shrieked, she had known that the sensations were coming but somehow they still surprised her. After every ticklish-touch landed it seemed to somehow land again and take her by surprise. It took her a moment to notice that her ‘copy’ had stopped raging and was now laughing too. Her cruel captor then began to explore her neck.
“No not there!” Millie shrieked squirming and struggling the small amount her bonds would allow.
“Okay how about here!” The cruel woman teased and she ducked down to explore the backs of Millie’s knees with soft expert touches, the feathers instantly turned back into smooth fingertips that sent electric shocks sensations of panic through Millie’s nervous system.
Millie just shrieked and gabbled incoherently, she was not sure that the backs of her knees had ever been tickled like this before, the woman had maybe quickly teased them when she had stretched her out earlier during this nightmare, but being forced to stand on tip-toes made the sensations unbearable.
Millie wished she could move away, but any escape, or any attempt to move slightly to alleviate her torment was impossible. Millie wailed as she felt her true vulnerability in this position, normally she would have gotten used to the sensations by now but between her bondage and something else her cruel captor was able to focus on this one spot for a long time without there being any loss in sensitivity for her poor, helpless, frantic victim.
Cruelly the sexy secretary ran her fingers up and down both of her victim’s short but toned legs before pausing and fluttering her fingertips in the smooth outstretched hollows behind each knee driving the slim brunette insane.
“Not stop it! I can’t get away I hate this!”
“Okay!... Wondderful!... full and continued sensitivity is established, I have two permanently ticklish Milfs to play with! One to go back up top to be a professional foot-model and lure more captives down here, and one to keep mint-in-box!”
“No get the other me out of that fucking box!” Millie screeched
“As you wish, came the reply” The sadistic secretary said as she clicked her fingers.
Millie instantly regretted her words as she found herself tightly contained within the cursed box once more. The screen showed herself blinking and whimpering in the very same bondage she had just been in, only the ‘her’ on stage wore a sexy silky negligée: ‘She has swapped us!’ Millie thought with a deep sense of dread; ‘Oh my God!... what if I am the one she keeps!!!!’
Whimpering submissively the Millie standing in tight bondage tried to reason with her captor, tried to delay the inevitable but found that this was no use as the first soft tickles had only whet the appetite of the cruel-tickle demon. Within the box Millie watched as the cruel woman explored every inch of her body, she guessed after a while that she was seeing the highlights in a random order as the phantom-tickles from this: ‘feedback loop’ did not seem to match what she saw on the screen. Millie hated every second and wished she could look away as the copy of her on screen was gagged with a large red ball-gag to stop her biting down on her lips. The cruel goat-legged woman grew extra arms to target each and every ticklish spot, cycling through techniques like an expert. There was one tickle-spot that she had saved for the finale though: Millie’s soft and perfect feet. For this she decided to use some of her ‘little helpers’.
The copy of Millie in the box wished she could look away whilst the version of her receiving the torment was all the more frantic for not being able to see. Both felt the administrations of thousands of little hands and feathers exploring their toes and arches. The cruel woman had prestidigitated an array of horror-themed creature to tickle the standing-Millie’s feet using miniature electric toothbrushes and flossers and all the tickle tools Millie had experienced in the stocks earlier. They crawled over her feet being able to access between her toes from both above and below due to little holes drilled in the spaces between the toe-clamps. Had they been sentient the woman they tickled would have appeared like a giant to them, but they were product only of their cruel creators will and pleased her as they tickled away.
From inside the box Millie squirmed as she felt her own toes receive echoes of the same sensations at first, and then the screen showed her something that made her giggles turn to scream. The left side of the screen showed her own curling and scrunching toes as her feet instinctively flexed and wiggled, next two of the cruel creatures waved to the camera; one a yeti-like creature the other a Freddie-Kreugar type creature only with feathers instead of knives for fingers.
“No!... Don’t tickle me too!...” Millie screamed as she frantically struggled.
It appeared that the two of them being tickled at the same time sent them into overdrive. The boxed Millie’s toes were tied back and she watched as the standing-Millie took the worst of the torment whilst a smaller picture in the top right corner showed her own soles getting ‘the treatment’ from the horrible little apparitions.
Finally the copy of her standing for torment could take no more and reached boiling point, the gag disappeared and she screamed with every inch of her sole.
“NO!.... STOP THIS! I WILL DO ANYTHING!... JUST MAKE IT STOP!.....”
Finally the torture stopped and Millie stood, her chest heaving her heart pounding.
“…Anything?!” Her cruel captor asked.
“Oh my God please, just let me go! I can’t stand this! I can’t take it!” Millie submissively whimpered.
“Whilst your mouth is saying one thing, your body is saying another…” The cruel woman explained, gesturing to Millie’s nipples with the feather.
“Oh my God!” Millie whimpered.
“…Not allowed down here!” The cruel woman quipped, before adding;
“And anyway you are outvoted, one mouth pleading for the torture to stop and two nipples just crying out to be tickled!”
“Please!...” Millie whimpered, piteously. Her nipples were hard and firm against the silky fabric of her negligée. Strangely she could also feel that awful itchy dress against them still.
“I tell you what! I shall give you three choices: You can either surrender your clothes and be tickled naked in this position, watch from the coffin as I torment the more assertive copy of you in a kneeling position or I will have a team of lovely sensual women massage you whilst your more assertive clone takes the insect punishment you both dread!....”
Before Millie could answer she heard her duplicate from inside the box screaming in rage. Millie’s heart sank as she knew she had no chance of evading some form of torture. She was certain the last option would probably be a trick and she would still be able to feel the insects on her own skin.
“The second one, her in a kneeling position…” Millie weakly mumbled.
“Good choice!” Her captor answered. With a click of her fingers she had her victim kneeling in front of her. The bondage was perfect, Millie knelt on two padded board that ended just above her ankles such that her toes were perfectly tied back securely. Leather straps held her legs firmly at the calves and ankles. Her arms were tied above her head splaying her out in an inverted ‘Y’ shape with her ponytail cruelly used to keep her from moving her head.
“What now!.... You’re going to tickle me I suppose! You know this is getting boring?!” Millie snapped.
“Oh bad choice of words, if you are bored I shall have to cheer you up!” The cruel woman exclaimed tickling her victim all over with glee.
“Millie burst into laughter, inside the box the more submissive version of her trembled and giggled: ‘why did she have to antagonise her?’ she is only going to make it worse she thought, regarding the copy of her as a different person for the first time.
“Okay!.. Okay!.. Oka –ha-hey!... I’m sorry!” The kneeling Millie managed through peals of laughter.
“How sorry!...” Her cruel captor quipped, psychically instructing her ‘Little helpers’ to tickle in between her kneeling victim’s toes whilst some of her ‘slightly larger helpers’ in the form pumpkin-headed monsters with grotesquely thin bodies tormented her arches and heels.
‘Oh my God, was that what was tickling me earlier!’ The boxed copy of Millie thought as she watched the torment of her clone’s soles on screen. She curled her toes hating the phantom sensations she felt.
Meanwhile the cruel woman had tickled her prize to the same level of hysteria that as the more-submissive version had reached prior to the last ‘swap’, she delighted as she beheld Millie’s nipples stiffening to their full extent under the administrations of the awful itchy torture gown.”
“…I’m sorry that she got that sexy negligee and I get this drab thing!” Millie spat, red face with humiliation: feeling the rage and fire well within that she was nothing but a toy.
‘There she goes again!’ thought the copy of Millie in the box.
“Oh back to anger again!... I tell you what how about we do away with the garment then!” Her captor teased whisking away the itchy fabric leaving Millie blushing as the cool cavern air greeted her sensitive skin.
Millie felt humiliated and vulnerable, kneeling in only her designer panties that she thought had gone. Even though there was no-one watching she felt herself bristle up with goose-bumps and blushed deeply. Her nipples still ached and throbbed but a part of her quivered in anticipation as the cruel woman approached her with two black feathers.
“Now let’s see how these Milf-Nips respond to more direct stimulation…” She purred as she lowered the feathers on an ominous path.
“Stop ca-aaaaah!” Millie began before sighing as her nipples instantly accepted the soft firm feathers and swelling to their full extent.
Millie couldn’t help herself but the feathers felt good, she had breast fed the twins a little but found the experience uncomfortable even if it helped her bond with the children she had tried to want during the darkest time of her life. This did not remind her of that, did not remind her of a teenage boyfriend who tried to fondle her to little effect. Instead this was new and scintillating, the boxed Millie found her own nipples hardening in sympathy.
“Oooh! I think we have found a spot you like to be tickled!” Her captor teased playfully.
“Okay!... Okay!... Please don’t tickle my nipples!” Millie attempted to beg, unconvincingly.
“Nice try but I can tell that you are loving this!” Her captor purred.
Millie continued to try and convince the cruel woman that she really hated the nipple tickling as she dreaded her returning to the previous torturous technique or moving on to some new and terrible form of tickle-torture.
“I suggest we play a little game!...” The cruel woman began.
Millie could only moan and bite her lip slightly, still trying not to let on the extent to which her body was betraying her mind.
“I am going to try and tickle your nipples until you climax, I want you to try and resist. Meanwhile in the box your more-submissive Sister-Milf will have to resist the administrations of ‘Mummy’s little helper’.
Within the box Millie squirmed watching all of this on her little screen. The screen showed her a shot of her helpless body within the box, a mechanical arm in between her legs slowly moving it into place. The extending metal arm bore her vibrator, not just the exact same make and model; but her vibrator with the slight dent from that time the doorbell rang on a lazy-Sunday and she dropped it.
“Which-ever one of you can last the longest will get to skip the next torture I have in store for you!”
“Oh my God!” Both Millies whimpered in unison.
The cruel woman began by circling both of the feathers over the kneeling Millie’s nipples, starting at the edges of her areolae and circling ever closer to her still throbbing dark pink nub. Inside the coffin the vibrator was pushed with just the right amount of pressure onto the trapped Millie’s blossoming pussy. The submissive Millie was terrified, sure she would climax the second it touched her but something strange happened, the vibrator tickled!
This took the terrified, trapped woman by surprise and she squealed then giggled as it continued to tickle as it simultaneously applied the perfect amount of pressure to just the right spot and wiggled around on its mechanical arm making her writhe with a mixture of pleasure and hysteria, normally she was in control of her ‘special little friend’ during her ‘special time’ but having something else make it move was a new experience for her.
Meanwhile the kneeling Millie was also giggling as her cruel tormentress worked her slowly towards an inevitable orgasm. She felt as if her nipples would burst as the cruel woman expertly teased them. She could feel her pussy getting moist and her confidence that the submissive version of her inside the box would climax first was diminishing with very second.
Normally Millie would climax quickly whenever she finally got some time to herself, but sometimes when she had longer periods of privacy she would take her time and find the experience far more satisfactory. Suddenly neither Millie could endure more ecstasy, and both women climaxed hard in unison. Both continued to laugh and writhe as they were tickled.
“No fa-haa-haaa-air!” The kneeling Millie protested as the foot ticklers returned and she continued to climax hard, feeling the vibrator on her trapped clone’s engorged clitoris.
The kneeling Millie had realised that the feedback loop meant they were always going to climax together in unison, no matter what. Meanwhile her boxed clone just begged to be fucked, she lost all decorum and just begged and pleaded to be taken out of the terrible coffin and fucked hard. The vibrator wasn’t enough, she needed to feel a stiff throbbing cock inside of her.
“Well as you have won the moral victory I will let you just watch the next phase, you won’t miss the torture entirely but my attendants will keep you entertained whilst you wait for me to return”. The sexy secretary explained to the kneeling Millie
The quivering, kneeling brunette rolled her eyes and listened. She could feel her ‘copy’ climax hard and secretly longed for the same satisfaction but maintained some decorum.
“What are you going to do to her?” She quietly peeped.
“Not me! Saoirse!” The dreadful demoness answered.
“Who?” The kneeling Millie asked in confusion not understanding the word ‘SHEER-SA’.
“Saoirse, A.K.A Sprinkles!... You know her actually, she once tickled you at a party only to end up humiliated and wet in quite a different way you are wet now…”
The kneeling Millie whimpered; ‘how was that poor woman down here too!...’
“You see I captured poor Saoirse, or sprinkles after years of frustration following that humiliating experience…” The sexy secretary explained, adding;
“…Last year actually!”
Millie just whimpered and quivered feeling her copy finally pass out from pleasure, it was the first time she felt the connection of ‘the feedback loop’ drop like this.
“Now poor Saoirse got called Sprinkles for years, a few party attendees going to the same university she did after that school leavers, did you know that?...”
Millie shook her head in terror thinking: ‘how awful’.
“And people would surprise her with tickles and tease her, and what was once a mostly harmless fetish turned bitter and the sweet Saoirse turned sour…”
“… Gone was the passionate teenager with a bright future who fantasied every night about tickling and teasing that sexy girl in the year above!”
“Oh yes! How intense her fantasies were about that sexy, short brunette who wore sandals and she still saw here and there even though she had left school for a job in a shop…”
Millie listened wide-eyes as she dreaded what was coming next.
“…. You!”
Millie whimpered, wondering what cruel games the dreadful demoness had in mind. She watched as the coffin unfolded on the turn-tables and slowly transformed into a four poster bed made of the same dark wood. Millie’s slumbering clone was stretched out in a spread-eagle.
“Now sweet Saoirse here didn’t just fantasise about tickling you, she wanted to edge you and make you beg”
“Why me?!” Millie weakly asked.
“Remember when you and your friends talked about getting remote controlled vibrating eggs and wearing them on the bus?....”
“No!...” Millie replied, genuinely not recalled some long-forgotten teenage banter.
“Saoirse remembers!” Her captor replied, before adding.
“Oh yes! She was listening to the older girls in the year above talk!...”
“… And she fantasised about you every night until she got up the courage to tickle nineteen year old you at that party…”
“Of course back then you looked like this!”
With a gesture the dreadful demoness moved time forwards to the point where an eighteen year old Saoirse now stood over the spread-eagled nineteen year old version of herself who was now awake and alert and eyeing the pale red-head standing over her apprehensively.
The kneeling Millie guessed that time had been paused as neither of the two nubile teens in the scene before her eyes moved,
“And do you know what I am going to do?....” The sexy secretary teased, loving her victim’s fear.
The kneeling Millie shook her head as the cruel woman continued.
“…I am going to bring sweet Saoirse fantasies to life…”
“… Want to watch?!!!”
