Hello Gentle Readers! Part 3 or Plaything of the Peasant Women picks up right where Part 2 left off. As always, much thanks and gratitude to everyone who read and commented on the previous episodes. Part 3 contains several different scenes, including some "softcore" sexual parts, written in my usual "Edwardian smut" style. Hope you like.
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Plaything of the Peasant Women
Part 3
We arrived at what I guess was Jolie’s farmhouse. I was carried through the backdoor. It was dark inside, and impossible for me to get my bearings. I was taken to a small room, dimly lit by a little latern, and thrown on a narrow bed. Once again, I tried to fight, but the three women retied me with the same efficiency they had shown in the field, laughing and chattering all the while. In no time my wrists were tied together and secured to the simple bedframe above my head, while my ankles were tied to railings at the other end, my feet sticking through the bars.
I lay there, my pulse racing and nerves tingling in anticipation, and watched as Jolie settled herself on a stool at the foot of the bed. "I think he's recovered enough," she said. Shelly and Lora stood near the side, just a few feet away from me.
Jolie leaned over, fixing me with her hazel eyes. But my attention was drawn away from her gaze to the long stalk she held in her right hand. It was topped by a tuft of something soft and fluffy.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked.
Grinning, she reached forward and slowly drew the soft, fuzzy tip up and down my own aroused stalk. I cried out in ecstasy, my hips leaping off the mattress. After just two or three strokes she stopped, leaving me bucking furiously on the bed and moaning, moans which turned to screams a few moments later as she treated my balls to a few quick flicks. This was mercifully brief, but my body had barely stopped thrashing before Jolie began stroking my shaft with the tuft of the stalk once more. But this time, Jolie did not pull the stalk away. She drew it up and down with exquisite slowness, making me squirm and gasp in arousal.
“Do you like this?” Jolie said.
I could only whimper in response.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she said.
“Ohhh, yes…” As the stroking continued, my hips began to rise and fall with the rhythm, and I let out a long, deep moan. Suddenly, she stopped in mid stroke, leaving my hips up in the air. I crashed back on the bed with a frustrated groan. Shelly and Lora snickered as I raised my head to look down at Jolie. Jolie smiled, still holding the tuft just a few inches away from me. I lifted my hips, straining for its touch, but it remained just out of reach. Jolie let me struggle for a few moments, and then started lightly stroking the arch of my left foot with her fingernail. I screamed and thrashed at my bonds.
“Tickle, tickle,” she said, wiggling more fingernails slowly along my arch. I was in hysterics, howling and thrashing as wildly as my bindings would allow. When she gently bent my toes back and used the pointed end of the stalk to stroke the base of each digit I went nuts. My eyes were clamped shut and tears streamed down my cheeks as hysterical shrieks wracked my body. Just as I was sure I was about to lose my mind, Jolie stopped tickling my feet. I crashed onto the mattress, my chest heaving. But Jolie was hardly done with me. Even before my giggles and sobs had stopped, I felt the tuft of grass begin its slow tease up and down…
“Ahh haaa haaa! No-hohoho!” I wriggled and bucked, crying out with lust. Jolie worked the stalk masterfully, keeping the touch of the stalk soft and light so that no matter how high I thrust my hips up to meet it, the touch remained virtually the same. My desperate cries and groans filled the room… to be replaced moments later by screams as her fingers attacked the bottoms of my feet once more. Her nails sent electric jolts from my helpless soles through every nerve in my body. She tucked the tuft into her cleavage in order to use both hands on my feet, and she didn’t just concentrate on my soles. She played with my toes, wriggling her fingers in between them.
“My, his feet are certainly ticklish, aren’t they,” I heard Shelly say. In my maddened state I didn’t even know they were still in the room. Even now, I barely registered them.
“You’re being very mean, Jolie,” said Lora. “I’m loving it. Look at him jump!”
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah! Sta-hah-hah-hah-hah-hahp!”
Jolie scratched my heels and flickered her fingernails over the tops of my feet. The narrow bed rattled and swayed as my bucking body threw itself against the ropes, and the sounds that came from my throat soon resembled high-pitched shrieking more than laughter.
“Feel free to join in if you want,” Jolie said.
“Oh, no, this is all you, Jolie,” Lora said. “We’ll just watch… for now.”
At last Jolie stopped tickling, but my relief was short lived as she brought the stalk into play once more. I squeezed my eyes shut and fought to control myself, tried to will myself to lie still, but the exquisite sensation of the tuft sliding up and down my shaft was too much. A sob of abject pleasure wracked my body as my hips once again lifted off the bed to meet its touch.
“I think he likes this part, Jolie,” Lora said. “Do you? Does it feel good?”
I groaned.
“Answer her,” Jolie said.
“Yessss…” I whimpered. I heard the women laugh, but I was beyond caring. All I wanted was for the touch of the stalk to go on and on. The brushing fell into a rhythm, and my hips matched it. I moaned as each stroke brought me closer to relief. Jolie seemed to continue for longer this time. I was moaning and crying out, completely given over to the sensations she was inflicting on me, unable to think of anything other than the explosion I was sure was coming. But Jolie proved she could read my body almost as well as I could when she stopped again. “I bet you’d like me to keep going, wouldn’t you?” she said.
I sobbed in frustration. “Oh, please… don’t stop… don’t…” She held back my toes, stretching my soles so that I couldn’t even wriggle them. “Jolie, no, please…” Ear-splitting shrieks of laughter rang from my throat as she raked her fingernails up and down my right foot. “EEeee-hee-hee-EEEEEE-hee-hee-EEEEEE-hee-hee-hee!” I screamed, arching my back. “EEEEYAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!”
My mind could barely form the words I needed to plead for mercy. At some point, she switched to my left foot, bending my toes back and scratching up and down with her fingernails. She finally let go of my toes and ran her fingers all over my feet, tickling and tickling, wringing gales of helpless laughter from me. She stopped and let me lay there for a few seconds, my mind swirling and my heart pounding in my chest. “You know what’s next, don’t you?” she cooed, and my body involuntarily spasmed as I felt the tender touch of that infernal tuft of grass.
I broke before she finished her first stroke. “Stop! Please! Let me come! I’ll do anything you want! Please! I swear! No more!” I clenched my eyes shut, my whole body trembling. Whimpers and moans came pouring from my lips, interspersed with pleas for mercy.
“Look at me,” Jolie whispered.
I found myself staring into her bright hazel eyes, shining in their intensity. “Are you all mine?” she purred.
“Yes…” I breathed.
“Are you all mine?”
“Yes, yes! Jolie, pleezzee…!”
Jolie giggled and began to stoke faster, and when my hips rose to meet the tuft she did not pull it away. I screamed in pleasure, my whole body arched… and then suddenly I was exploding, jolts of overwhelming ecstacy surging through me as I wailed in relief before finally losing consciousness.
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It wasn’t uncommon for peasant women to take temporary “slaves,” capturing some hapless wanderer from another parish or gang, or maybe nabbing some poacher, and keeping them for a few days. My circle of friends in my home parish had done it often enough. Eventually the “slave” would be allowed to escape, or they might be rescued or ransomed by their friends, or traded in a prisoner exchange.
That was the situation I found myself in with Jolie. During my time as her “slave,” I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy myself. Of course, there were times when I was tickled and teased nearly to the point of insanity, either by Jolie or one of her friends — Lora and Shelly were frequent visitors…
But overall Jolie proved to be a very affectionate “mistress” — no matter what she did to me, she was always sweet to me in the end, and treated me kindly.
Jolie was also an inventive mistress, with a taste for teasing. She would play upon my obvious lust for her ample body to work me into a frenzy. Once, we found ourselves in the orchard where I was helping her pick apples. I was naked, and though my hands were free so that I could help pick apples, my ankles were bound with little less than a foot of rope between them; I could walk with small steps, but running was out of the question.
Jolie suggested I take a short rest, so I helped myself to some water from the big jug we had brought with us, and sat down against a tree. Jolie wrapped a length of rope around my waist. “I don’t want you running away,” she said, winking, and went back to work, picking apples from the tree I was bound to.
It started innocently enough — I sat, tied to the tree, and watched Jolie, noticing the way the thin fabric of her peasant blouse stretched over her chest as she reached up, and how the hem of her shirt rode up just a little bit, exposing a few inches of her waist and belly.
But soon she started exaggerating her movements, holding her stretches for a second or two, bending over to drop apples into the bucket so that I would catch a glimpse down her neckline. Then she “accidently” spilled a huge amount of water down the front of her blouse when she went to take a drink, so she took it off and hung it on a nearby branch to dry before continuing to work. A few minutes later, her skirt was off, too (“it’s sooo hot”), leaving her to pick apples in just her underwear while I practically drooled just a few feet away…
In the end, she dropped all pretense of work. Her underwear joined the pile of clothes on the ground and she wriggled and shimmied in front of me, bouncing just out of reach whenever I lunged at her, so that my fingertips only got a tantalizing brush of her skin.
“Do you want me to touch you?” she teased. “Ask nicely and I might…” Desperate with lust, I begged for her to touch me, so she tied my wrists behind the tree and tickled me. “But I thought you wanted me to touch you?” she laughed as I screamed for mercy…
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As I said, Lora and Shelly were frequent visitors, and one day they came by with another friend of theirs named Enid to help with some chores. Jolie and I spent the morning gathering blueberries and sorting them into small bundles. After the others had shown up, Jolie put me to work in her kitchen, pulping the little bundles into jelly with a simple press and putting the jelly into jars. It wasn’t particularly arduous work, but it was a little messy; my hands and forearms were stained dark blue, a few little splotches dotted my chest and torso.
The windows were wide open, and I could occasionally hear the others talking as they went about their tasks. As I said before, Jolie didn’t give me any clothes, deciding that keeping me naked was insurance against me trying to run away, and I was naked as I stood in the kitchen, intent upon my task. The blueberry bundles, press and jars were lined up before me on the large rectangular table, pushed up against the wall, that served as a counter.
My bare butt was suddenly goosed from behind. I squealed and jumped in surprise, spinning around to see Shelly standing there grinning. “Hi ‘ya,” she said. “Did I scare you?”
“Just surprised, that’s all.”
“What’s Jolie got you doing in here all by your lonesome?”
I gestured at the table behind me. “Just putting jelly into jars,” I said. “Did she send you to help me?”
“Oh, no,” Shelly said, moving closer. “She doesn’t know I’m here. I came in here looking for you.” With her index finger she gave me a quick, ticklish poke on my stomach. I yelped and swotted at her hand. She did it again with her other index finger. And again, closing the already small space between us. “Hey! St-stop that…” I spluttered. “… (eep)… n-not now… I’m s-sure you’ll get a ch-chance… (eek)… later…”
“But I want you all to myself,” she said. “I thought we could spend a little time together, just the two of us.” Each ticklish poke made me catch my breath and twitch. I tried to swot her darting hands away, but she was too quick and random.
“But I have to… f-finish th-this,” I managed. “… J-Jolie will be m-mad…”
“Oh, no! Jolie will be mad at you! What do you think she’ll do? Will she punish you?”
“… (eeep)… I d-don’t…” I backed up a few paces, felt my butt bump against the table behind me.
“How do you think she’ll punish you? Will she tickle you?”
“… st-stop…”
“Well guess what? You’re going to get tickled anyways. By me. Right now…” She plunged her hands into my waist, right above my hips. I burst out laughing, trying to pry her hands away, then launching a counter attack on Shelly’s sides and ribs. With a squeal she hopped a few paces back and out of my reach. “No you don’t!” she said, wagging a finger at me. “You’re going to keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll scream at the top of my lungs and tell Jolie you jumped me when I came in here for a glass of lemonade.”
With that she pounced, pressing me against the counter with her body while her hands once more viciously tickled my waist. Though Shelly was shorter than me, and nowhere near as strong, she had me effectively trapped against the table, her full weight leaning into me. Her grabbing, squeezing hands traveled up and down my sides, digging into my waist and ribs. I gripped the sides of the counter, twisting underneath her as I laughed. “No hands,” she teased. “No hands or I’ll scream…”
“… hahahaha… staahahahapp!… Sh-Shelly stahhp!… ahahaha!…”
We were suddenly interrupted. “We were wondering where you’d gone, Shelly.”
Shelly spun around. Through my blurred vision I saw Jolie standing in the kitchen doorway, arms folded underneath her chest. Lora and Enid stood behind her. “You weren’t that hard to find,” she said. “You could probably hear him laughing in the next parish. Why are you in here getting handsy with my helper when we have work to do, Shelly?”
“It’s not like that, Jolie!” Shelly said. “I came in here for a drink and he attacked me!”
“Is that so?” Jolie looked at me.
“No! She jumped me!” I said, still a little breathless and flustered. “I was working…”
Shelly cut in: “Don’t listen to him, Jolie! It was all him! I was defending myself!”
Enid spoke up from behind Jolie. “This seems a little fishy to me.”
“I agree,” Jolie said. “Didn’t look to me like you were ‘defending yourself,’ Shelly.”
“I was…”
Jolie gently but firmly took hold of my upper arm, while Enid did the same to Shelly. “Let’s go, you two,” Jolie said. “Front room. Lora, could you bring a couple chairs?”
“What?” Shelly sounded indignant. “What are you going to do?”
“We’re going to get to the bottom of this.”
“You don’t believe me? You’re going to take his word over mine? After what he did to you? Come on! You know me, Jolie…”
“I do know you, Shelly ,” Jolie said. “I know what a randy little vixen you can be. That’s why I’m suspicious. He can be a little grabby…”
“See? He got grabby with me…”
“…but I’ve found he’s generally eager to please.”
Shelly snorted. “You’ve gone soft on him.”
Jolie laughed. “I’ve gone soft all over him. That’s why he’s so obedient.”
Lora dragged two chairs in from the kitchen. Shelly and I kept protesting as they sat us down facing each other and quickly bound our wrists to the arm rest and wrapped a rope around our torsos, just a single loop right underneath our chests that secured us to the back of the chair. My right ankle was tied to the chair leg, while my left ankle was propped up and tied to the arm rest of Shelly’s chair. They tied her left ankle the same way to my arm rest. Though bound, my right hand was within easy reach of her foot, which much like Shelly herself, was thick and on the small side.
“Okay, let’s see if one of you can tickle the truth out of each other,” Lora said.
“No!” I protested. “This isn’t fair! I didn’t… ahahahah!”
Shelly wasted no time, pressing her nails into bottom of my foot. I lurched in the chair, laughing as my face turned red. Shelly grinned wickedly and kept rapidly raking my defenseless sole with her nails. “Tell them!” she said. “You attacked me! Say it!”
“… no, no…” I spluttered. “…hahaha… it w-was you…”
“Say it!” Shelly dug her nails into my soles and rapidly squeezed. “Admit it!”
I flung my head back and rocked in the chair. “… naa-hahaha!…” In desperation I scrabbled my fingers up and down her arches. Shelly shrieked, her leg jerking reflexively.
“That’s it!” Jolie said. “Get her!”
I scraped my fingers up and down Shelly’s arch as the blonde laughed and flung her head from side-to-side. “… t-tell them!…” I managed to splutter out. “… tell th-them…”
“… yoo-hooohoo… ahaha!… yooo attacked mehehehee!…”
I skittered up and down her madly twitching foot, pressing into the center of her arch. Shelly thrashed in the chair, face red. Her dress slipped off one shoulder and her breasts threatened to bounce out as she laughed and struggled. “… ahahahaha! … say it!…” she screamed out, barely able to form the words. But her tickling was getting to me, too. Her constant assault on my soles had me bellowing in laughter, flinging myself about in my bonds. I was rapidly approaching the point where I would confess to anything to make the tickling stop, whatever the consequences. I could barely concentrate enough to keep tickling her, while her scrabbling fingers never faltered.
In desperation I bent over, straining against the rope around my torso, and clamped my mouth around her rapidly wriggling toes. I trapped her toes between my teeth, licking and sucking and chewing.
The shriek that came from Shelly could have shattered windows. “… WAAAHAHAHAH!… NAAHAHAHAHA…!” Her fingers, which had targeted a devastating spot right below the ball of my foot, lost their rhythm and focus. She clutched at me, squeezing, trying to pinch my toes, but couldn’t hold on. Her body violently flung itself back-and-forth, her blonde locks whipping through the air. “… YAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA!… STAAHAHAHAPP!… AAHAHAHAHA!… STAAHAP!…”
“Hey girls, I think Shelly is trying say something,” Lora said. She bent down near the thrashing blonde. “Am I right, Shelly? Do you have something you want to tell us?”
“… HAHAHAHA!… YASSSS!… NAHAHAH!… YASSS!…”
Jolie squeezed my shoulder. “Let’s give her a chance to speak, sweetie.”
“…aww gawdsss!…” Shelly cried when I released her foot. It took a few moments for her laughter to subside. Her head flopped back and she groaned with relief. Both of us slumped in our chairs, panting and moaning.
“Let’s hear it, Shelly,” Lora said, giving the blonde’s big toe a ticklish tug. “You jumped him first, didn’t you?”
“… uhhnn… okay, yeah, I jumped him,” she said, still breathing heavily. Somewhat recovered, she raised her head up. “Happy now?”
“I knew it!” Jolie said. “You little tart!” She pinched Shelly’s fleshy thigh right above the knee. “Trying to get my friend in trouble!”
“Oh, so what?” Shelly said. “Just having a little fun. I’m sure he didn’t mind it…”
“You’re always causing trouble,” Lora said. “Hey Jolie, come here…” She whispered in Jolie’s ear for a few moments. Jolie laughed. “I like that idea,” she said. “Girls, help me get Shelly out of that chair and bring her in the kitchen…”
Shelly started. “Hey! Wait! What are you going to do…”
Laughing and talking over Shelly’s protests, the three peasant women untied her from the chair and hauled her, still struggling, out of my site. “… let me go!… stop!… what are you?… hey! Quit that!…” Shelly’s angry objections only grew louder and were accompanied by the sound of struggling.
In a few moments, I heard one of them say “Let’s bring him in here.” Jolie and Enid came back. With a grunt they lifted the chair up. Following the trail of Shelly’s discarded clothes, they carried me to the kitchen where a naked Shelly was tied by her wrists and ankles to the legs of the long table. Lora was using her hands to spread blueberry jelly over’s Shelly’s fleshy, thrashing body as the buxom blonde protested vigorously: “…no!… ah!… don’t you… hahaha!… stop!…”
They propped me against the wall. “Enjoy the show, “ Enid said as they went to join Lora, smearing jelly over Shelly’s pale, quivering skin. “… st-stop! … I swear I’ll… nahaha!…” A fresh burst of laughter consumed her as Jolie spread jelly down her arms and into her pits.
“This was a great idea,” Lora said, putting the container of jelly back on the counter. “I could really do with a sweet treat right after all that.”
Given a brief respite, Shelly’s laughter had subsided, but started coming back in sputtering fits and starts as the other three girls positioned themselves around her. “… no! no!… (hee-hee)… don’t you d-dare… (gee-hee)… n-no!…”
Licking and smacking their lips, Lora, Enid, and Jolie lowered their mouths to their captive. The helpless, buxom blonde exploded into a scream of laughter, arching violently on the table. “…YAAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!… NOOO-HOHOHO!…”
Lora feasted on Shelly’s feet and toes, while Jolie slurped and sucked her way across Shelly’s stomach and the side of her waist. Enid had her face buried in one of Shellys armpits, making “nom nom” noises as she munched and licked. Shelly howled, bucking wildly, her plush butt slamming on the table. “… naahahahaha!… yeeeahahaha!…”
It didn’t take long for Lora to suck up all the jelly from Shelly’s twitching feet, leaving them stained purple and shiny. She drew her tongue up a calf and then wrapped her lips around Shelly’s plump, jelly-covered knee. Jolie’s mouth was on Shelly’s well-padded ribs, while Enid had moved on the Shelly’s other underarm. Over all the commotion coming from Shelly I could still hear Jolie in the others making “yummy” sounds and smacking.
“… gaaa-haaahaahaa!… staahhahappp!… oh-ho-ho… I’ll get yooo for thisss!… aahahahaha!…”
Soon Shelly’s threats were lost as she lapsed into silent laughter, her body smeared with the remnants of the jelly. With a cry of “bring him over!” Jolie, Enid, and Lora descended on me. Cackling with delight, they untied me, pulled me out of the chair and practically threw me on top of Shelly. “Finish her!” Lora laughed. Our naked bodies came together with a slap as I pressed against Shelly’s sticky skin. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise. She cried out and immediately pushed back upon me. Moaning, she bucked against me like a crazed beast, the table creaking and rocking back-and-forth underneath us. The three other women gathered around, urging us on amid cheers and laughter.
Shelly’s moans grew rapidly louder until, with a final cry, her eyes rolled back into her head and her body convulsed in ecstasy as Jolie and the others shouted and cheered. I was moments from joining Shelly when suddenly I was being pulled off her. “He’s a big sticky mess!” Jolie said. “Let’s get him outside!”
I yowled in frustration, fighting furiously. “No! Let me…!”
I fought them every step of the way, but in my desperate, lust-addled state I was no match for the three of them. Pushing, pulling, distracting me with ticklish prods and pinches, Jolie, Enid and Lora dragged me into the backyard where they threw me into a water-filled trough. The cool water did nothing to dampen my raging lust. Spluttering, I kicked and flailed and struggled to get up. Water sloshed over the sides. I grabbed at Jolie and her friends, who dodged my grasping hands with ease.
Jolie kneeled down behind me, pressing my shoulders down gently. “Calm down there, honey,” she chuckled, her lips very close to my ear. I craned my head around, searching for Jolie’s mouth, my hands groping blindly behind me. Jolie kissed me. “All your splashing around is getting me all wet,” she giggled.
Her hands slipped under the water, fondling and caressing as they worked their way down my torso. She squeezed my stomach and waist, then slid down lower to take me in a firm but gentle grasp. I let out a noise somewhere between and moan and a bleat. Jolie pressed her lips against my ear. “You didn’t think I’d just leave you like this, did you?” she purred as she began to stroke. “No no no. I always take care of you, don’t I?”
It wasn’t long before I came with a cry; laughing, Jolie and her friends left me slumped and soaking in the trough, dazed and barely conscious with my arms hanging limply over the sides.
When I came to a little while later, Shelly was in the trough with me on the other side. She was still passed out. My brief doze had left me feeling refreshed. Jolie probably wanted me to finish my tasks, so I left Shelly undisturbed and went back inside.
Despite Shelly’s earlier threats that she was going to get all of us back, there was no ticklish retribution from her that night. Later on, after dinner, there was a spirited game of hide, seek, catch and tickle. I was the “prey,” of course, and though I took them on a pretty good chase, I finished my evening tied to a post in Jolie’s yard, stark naked with my wrists above my head while Jolie and her friends ran tufts of grass all over my quivering body.
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Plaything of the Peasant Women
Part 3
We arrived at what I guess was Jolie’s farmhouse. I was carried through the backdoor. It was dark inside, and impossible for me to get my bearings. I was taken to a small room, dimly lit by a little latern, and thrown on a narrow bed. Once again, I tried to fight, but the three women retied me with the same efficiency they had shown in the field, laughing and chattering all the while. In no time my wrists were tied together and secured to the simple bedframe above my head, while my ankles were tied to railings at the other end, my feet sticking through the bars.
I lay there, my pulse racing and nerves tingling in anticipation, and watched as Jolie settled herself on a stool at the foot of the bed. "I think he's recovered enough," she said. Shelly and Lora stood near the side, just a few feet away from me.
Jolie leaned over, fixing me with her hazel eyes. But my attention was drawn away from her gaze to the long stalk she held in her right hand. It was topped by a tuft of something soft and fluffy.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked.
Grinning, she reached forward and slowly drew the soft, fuzzy tip up and down my own aroused stalk. I cried out in ecstasy, my hips leaping off the mattress. After just two or three strokes she stopped, leaving me bucking furiously on the bed and moaning, moans which turned to screams a few moments later as she treated my balls to a few quick flicks. This was mercifully brief, but my body had barely stopped thrashing before Jolie began stroking my shaft with the tuft of the stalk once more. But this time, Jolie did not pull the stalk away. She drew it up and down with exquisite slowness, making me squirm and gasp in arousal.
“Do you like this?” Jolie said.
I could only whimper in response.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she said.
“Ohhh, yes…” As the stroking continued, my hips began to rise and fall with the rhythm, and I let out a long, deep moan. Suddenly, she stopped in mid stroke, leaving my hips up in the air. I crashed back on the bed with a frustrated groan. Shelly and Lora snickered as I raised my head to look down at Jolie. Jolie smiled, still holding the tuft just a few inches away from me. I lifted my hips, straining for its touch, but it remained just out of reach. Jolie let me struggle for a few moments, and then started lightly stroking the arch of my left foot with her fingernail. I screamed and thrashed at my bonds.
“Tickle, tickle,” she said, wiggling more fingernails slowly along my arch. I was in hysterics, howling and thrashing as wildly as my bindings would allow. When she gently bent my toes back and used the pointed end of the stalk to stroke the base of each digit I went nuts. My eyes were clamped shut and tears streamed down my cheeks as hysterical shrieks wracked my body. Just as I was sure I was about to lose my mind, Jolie stopped tickling my feet. I crashed onto the mattress, my chest heaving. But Jolie was hardly done with me. Even before my giggles and sobs had stopped, I felt the tuft of grass begin its slow tease up and down…
“Ahh haaa haaa! No-hohoho!” I wriggled and bucked, crying out with lust. Jolie worked the stalk masterfully, keeping the touch of the stalk soft and light so that no matter how high I thrust my hips up to meet it, the touch remained virtually the same. My desperate cries and groans filled the room… to be replaced moments later by screams as her fingers attacked the bottoms of my feet once more. Her nails sent electric jolts from my helpless soles through every nerve in my body. She tucked the tuft into her cleavage in order to use both hands on my feet, and she didn’t just concentrate on my soles. She played with my toes, wriggling her fingers in between them.
“My, his feet are certainly ticklish, aren’t they,” I heard Shelly say. In my maddened state I didn’t even know they were still in the room. Even now, I barely registered them.
“You’re being very mean, Jolie,” said Lora. “I’m loving it. Look at him jump!”
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah! Sta-hah-hah-hah-hah-hahp!”
Jolie scratched my heels and flickered her fingernails over the tops of my feet. The narrow bed rattled and swayed as my bucking body threw itself against the ropes, and the sounds that came from my throat soon resembled high-pitched shrieking more than laughter.
“Feel free to join in if you want,” Jolie said.
“Oh, no, this is all you, Jolie,” Lora said. “We’ll just watch… for now.”
At last Jolie stopped tickling, but my relief was short lived as she brought the stalk into play once more. I squeezed my eyes shut and fought to control myself, tried to will myself to lie still, but the exquisite sensation of the tuft sliding up and down my shaft was too much. A sob of abject pleasure wracked my body as my hips once again lifted off the bed to meet its touch.
“I think he likes this part, Jolie,” Lora said. “Do you? Does it feel good?”
I groaned.
“Answer her,” Jolie said.
“Yessss…” I whimpered. I heard the women laugh, but I was beyond caring. All I wanted was for the touch of the stalk to go on and on. The brushing fell into a rhythm, and my hips matched it. I moaned as each stroke brought me closer to relief. Jolie seemed to continue for longer this time. I was moaning and crying out, completely given over to the sensations she was inflicting on me, unable to think of anything other than the explosion I was sure was coming. But Jolie proved she could read my body almost as well as I could when she stopped again. “I bet you’d like me to keep going, wouldn’t you?” she said.
I sobbed in frustration. “Oh, please… don’t stop… don’t…” She held back my toes, stretching my soles so that I couldn’t even wriggle them. “Jolie, no, please…” Ear-splitting shrieks of laughter rang from my throat as she raked her fingernails up and down my right foot. “EEeee-hee-hee-EEEEEE-hee-hee-EEEEEE-hee-hee-hee!” I screamed, arching my back. “EEEEYAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!”
My mind could barely form the words I needed to plead for mercy. At some point, she switched to my left foot, bending my toes back and scratching up and down with her fingernails. She finally let go of my toes and ran her fingers all over my feet, tickling and tickling, wringing gales of helpless laughter from me. She stopped and let me lay there for a few seconds, my mind swirling and my heart pounding in my chest. “You know what’s next, don’t you?” she cooed, and my body involuntarily spasmed as I felt the tender touch of that infernal tuft of grass.
I broke before she finished her first stroke. “Stop! Please! Let me come! I’ll do anything you want! Please! I swear! No more!” I clenched my eyes shut, my whole body trembling. Whimpers and moans came pouring from my lips, interspersed with pleas for mercy.
“Look at me,” Jolie whispered.
I found myself staring into her bright hazel eyes, shining in their intensity. “Are you all mine?” she purred.
“Yes…” I breathed.
“Are you all mine?”
“Yes, yes! Jolie, pleezzee…!”
Jolie giggled and began to stoke faster, and when my hips rose to meet the tuft she did not pull it away. I screamed in pleasure, my whole body arched… and then suddenly I was exploding, jolts of overwhelming ecstacy surging through me as I wailed in relief before finally losing consciousness.
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It wasn’t uncommon for peasant women to take temporary “slaves,” capturing some hapless wanderer from another parish or gang, or maybe nabbing some poacher, and keeping them for a few days. My circle of friends in my home parish had done it often enough. Eventually the “slave” would be allowed to escape, or they might be rescued or ransomed by their friends, or traded in a prisoner exchange.
That was the situation I found myself in with Jolie. During my time as her “slave,” I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy myself. Of course, there were times when I was tickled and teased nearly to the point of insanity, either by Jolie or one of her friends — Lora and Shelly were frequent visitors…
But overall Jolie proved to be a very affectionate “mistress” — no matter what she did to me, she was always sweet to me in the end, and treated me kindly.
Jolie was also an inventive mistress, with a taste for teasing. She would play upon my obvious lust for her ample body to work me into a frenzy. Once, we found ourselves in the orchard where I was helping her pick apples. I was naked, and though my hands were free so that I could help pick apples, my ankles were bound with little less than a foot of rope between them; I could walk with small steps, but running was out of the question.
Jolie suggested I take a short rest, so I helped myself to some water from the big jug we had brought with us, and sat down against a tree. Jolie wrapped a length of rope around my waist. “I don’t want you running away,” she said, winking, and went back to work, picking apples from the tree I was bound to.
It started innocently enough — I sat, tied to the tree, and watched Jolie, noticing the way the thin fabric of her peasant blouse stretched over her chest as she reached up, and how the hem of her shirt rode up just a little bit, exposing a few inches of her waist and belly.
But soon she started exaggerating her movements, holding her stretches for a second or two, bending over to drop apples into the bucket so that I would catch a glimpse down her neckline. Then she “accidently” spilled a huge amount of water down the front of her blouse when she went to take a drink, so she took it off and hung it on a nearby branch to dry before continuing to work. A few minutes later, her skirt was off, too (“it’s sooo hot”), leaving her to pick apples in just her underwear while I practically drooled just a few feet away…
In the end, she dropped all pretense of work. Her underwear joined the pile of clothes on the ground and she wriggled and shimmied in front of me, bouncing just out of reach whenever I lunged at her, so that my fingertips only got a tantalizing brush of her skin.
“Do you want me to touch you?” she teased. “Ask nicely and I might…” Desperate with lust, I begged for her to touch me, so she tied my wrists behind the tree and tickled me. “But I thought you wanted me to touch you?” she laughed as I screamed for mercy…
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As I said, Lora and Shelly were frequent visitors, and one day they came by with another friend of theirs named Enid to help with some chores. Jolie and I spent the morning gathering blueberries and sorting them into small bundles. After the others had shown up, Jolie put me to work in her kitchen, pulping the little bundles into jelly with a simple press and putting the jelly into jars. It wasn’t particularly arduous work, but it was a little messy; my hands and forearms were stained dark blue, a few little splotches dotted my chest and torso.
The windows were wide open, and I could occasionally hear the others talking as they went about their tasks. As I said before, Jolie didn’t give me any clothes, deciding that keeping me naked was insurance against me trying to run away, and I was naked as I stood in the kitchen, intent upon my task. The blueberry bundles, press and jars were lined up before me on the large rectangular table, pushed up against the wall, that served as a counter.
My bare butt was suddenly goosed from behind. I squealed and jumped in surprise, spinning around to see Shelly standing there grinning. “Hi ‘ya,” she said. “Did I scare you?”
“Just surprised, that’s all.”
“What’s Jolie got you doing in here all by your lonesome?”
I gestured at the table behind me. “Just putting jelly into jars,” I said. “Did she send you to help me?”
“Oh, no,” Shelly said, moving closer. “She doesn’t know I’m here. I came in here looking for you.” With her index finger she gave me a quick, ticklish poke on my stomach. I yelped and swotted at her hand. She did it again with her other index finger. And again, closing the already small space between us. “Hey! St-stop that…” I spluttered. “… (eep)… n-not now… I’m s-sure you’ll get a ch-chance… (eek)… later…”
“But I want you all to myself,” she said. “I thought we could spend a little time together, just the two of us.” Each ticklish poke made me catch my breath and twitch. I tried to swot her darting hands away, but she was too quick and random.
“But I have to… f-finish th-this,” I managed. “… J-Jolie will be m-mad…”
“Oh, no! Jolie will be mad at you! What do you think she’ll do? Will she punish you?”
“… (eeep)… I d-don’t…” I backed up a few paces, felt my butt bump against the table behind me.
“How do you think she’ll punish you? Will she tickle you?”
“… st-stop…”
“Well guess what? You’re going to get tickled anyways. By me. Right now…” She plunged her hands into my waist, right above my hips. I burst out laughing, trying to pry her hands away, then launching a counter attack on Shelly’s sides and ribs. With a squeal she hopped a few paces back and out of my reach. “No you don’t!” she said, wagging a finger at me. “You’re going to keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll scream at the top of my lungs and tell Jolie you jumped me when I came in here for a glass of lemonade.”
With that she pounced, pressing me against the counter with her body while her hands once more viciously tickled my waist. Though Shelly was shorter than me, and nowhere near as strong, she had me effectively trapped against the table, her full weight leaning into me. Her grabbing, squeezing hands traveled up and down my sides, digging into my waist and ribs. I gripped the sides of the counter, twisting underneath her as I laughed. “No hands,” she teased. “No hands or I’ll scream…”
“… hahahaha… staahahahapp!… Sh-Shelly stahhp!… ahahaha!…”
We were suddenly interrupted. “We were wondering where you’d gone, Shelly.”
Shelly spun around. Through my blurred vision I saw Jolie standing in the kitchen doorway, arms folded underneath her chest. Lora and Enid stood behind her. “You weren’t that hard to find,” she said. “You could probably hear him laughing in the next parish. Why are you in here getting handsy with my helper when we have work to do, Shelly?”
“It’s not like that, Jolie!” Shelly said. “I came in here for a drink and he attacked me!”
“Is that so?” Jolie looked at me.
“No! She jumped me!” I said, still a little breathless and flustered. “I was working…”
Shelly cut in: “Don’t listen to him, Jolie! It was all him! I was defending myself!”
Enid spoke up from behind Jolie. “This seems a little fishy to me.”
“I agree,” Jolie said. “Didn’t look to me like you were ‘defending yourself,’ Shelly.”
“I was…”
Jolie gently but firmly took hold of my upper arm, while Enid did the same to Shelly. “Let’s go, you two,” Jolie said. “Front room. Lora, could you bring a couple chairs?”
“What?” Shelly sounded indignant. “What are you going to do?”
“We’re going to get to the bottom of this.”
“You don’t believe me? You’re going to take his word over mine? After what he did to you? Come on! You know me, Jolie…”
“I do know you, Shelly ,” Jolie said. “I know what a randy little vixen you can be. That’s why I’m suspicious. He can be a little grabby…”
“See? He got grabby with me…”
“…but I’ve found he’s generally eager to please.”
Shelly snorted. “You’ve gone soft on him.”
Jolie laughed. “I’ve gone soft all over him. That’s why he’s so obedient.”
Lora dragged two chairs in from the kitchen. Shelly and I kept protesting as they sat us down facing each other and quickly bound our wrists to the arm rest and wrapped a rope around our torsos, just a single loop right underneath our chests that secured us to the back of the chair. My right ankle was tied to the chair leg, while my left ankle was propped up and tied to the arm rest of Shelly’s chair. They tied her left ankle the same way to my arm rest. Though bound, my right hand was within easy reach of her foot, which much like Shelly herself, was thick and on the small side.
“Okay, let’s see if one of you can tickle the truth out of each other,” Lora said.
“No!” I protested. “This isn’t fair! I didn’t… ahahahah!”
Shelly wasted no time, pressing her nails into bottom of my foot. I lurched in the chair, laughing as my face turned red. Shelly grinned wickedly and kept rapidly raking my defenseless sole with her nails. “Tell them!” she said. “You attacked me! Say it!”
“… no, no…” I spluttered. “…hahaha… it w-was you…”
“Say it!” Shelly dug her nails into my soles and rapidly squeezed. “Admit it!”
I flung my head back and rocked in the chair. “… naa-hahaha!…” In desperation I scrabbled my fingers up and down her arches. Shelly shrieked, her leg jerking reflexively.
“That’s it!” Jolie said. “Get her!”
I scraped my fingers up and down Shelly’s arch as the blonde laughed and flung her head from side-to-side. “… t-tell them!…” I managed to splutter out. “… tell th-them…”
“… yoo-hooohoo… ahaha!… yooo attacked mehehehee!…”
I skittered up and down her madly twitching foot, pressing into the center of her arch. Shelly thrashed in the chair, face red. Her dress slipped off one shoulder and her breasts threatened to bounce out as she laughed and struggled. “… ahahahaha! … say it!…” she screamed out, barely able to form the words. But her tickling was getting to me, too. Her constant assault on my soles had me bellowing in laughter, flinging myself about in my bonds. I was rapidly approaching the point where I would confess to anything to make the tickling stop, whatever the consequences. I could barely concentrate enough to keep tickling her, while her scrabbling fingers never faltered.
In desperation I bent over, straining against the rope around my torso, and clamped my mouth around her rapidly wriggling toes. I trapped her toes between my teeth, licking and sucking and chewing.
The shriek that came from Shelly could have shattered windows. “… WAAAHAHAHAH!… NAAHAHAHAHA…!” Her fingers, which had targeted a devastating spot right below the ball of my foot, lost their rhythm and focus. She clutched at me, squeezing, trying to pinch my toes, but couldn’t hold on. Her body violently flung itself back-and-forth, her blonde locks whipping through the air. “… YAAA-HAAA-HAAA-HAAA!… STAAHAHAHAPP!… AAHAHAHAHA!… STAAHAP!…”
“Hey girls, I think Shelly is trying say something,” Lora said. She bent down near the thrashing blonde. “Am I right, Shelly? Do you have something you want to tell us?”
“… HAHAHAHA!… YASSSS!… NAHAHAH!… YASSS!…”
Jolie squeezed my shoulder. “Let’s give her a chance to speak, sweetie.”
“…aww gawdsss!…” Shelly cried when I released her foot. It took a few moments for her laughter to subside. Her head flopped back and she groaned with relief. Both of us slumped in our chairs, panting and moaning.
“Let’s hear it, Shelly,” Lora said, giving the blonde’s big toe a ticklish tug. “You jumped him first, didn’t you?”
“… uhhnn… okay, yeah, I jumped him,” she said, still breathing heavily. Somewhat recovered, she raised her head up. “Happy now?”
“I knew it!” Jolie said. “You little tart!” She pinched Shelly’s fleshy thigh right above the knee. “Trying to get my friend in trouble!”
“Oh, so what?” Shelly said. “Just having a little fun. I’m sure he didn’t mind it…”
“You’re always causing trouble,” Lora said. “Hey Jolie, come here…” She whispered in Jolie’s ear for a few moments. Jolie laughed. “I like that idea,” she said. “Girls, help me get Shelly out of that chair and bring her in the kitchen…”
Shelly started. “Hey! Wait! What are you going to do…”
Laughing and talking over Shelly’s protests, the three peasant women untied her from the chair and hauled her, still struggling, out of my site. “… let me go!… stop!… what are you?… hey! Quit that!…” Shelly’s angry objections only grew louder and were accompanied by the sound of struggling.
In a few moments, I heard one of them say “Let’s bring him in here.” Jolie and Enid came back. With a grunt they lifted the chair up. Following the trail of Shelly’s discarded clothes, they carried me to the kitchen where a naked Shelly was tied by her wrists and ankles to the legs of the long table. Lora was using her hands to spread blueberry jelly over’s Shelly’s fleshy, thrashing body as the buxom blonde protested vigorously: “…no!… ah!… don’t you… hahaha!… stop!…”
They propped me against the wall. “Enjoy the show, “ Enid said as they went to join Lora, smearing jelly over Shelly’s pale, quivering skin. “… st-stop! … I swear I’ll… nahaha!…” A fresh burst of laughter consumed her as Jolie spread jelly down her arms and into her pits.
“This was a great idea,” Lora said, putting the container of jelly back on the counter. “I could really do with a sweet treat right after all that.”
Given a brief respite, Shelly’s laughter had subsided, but started coming back in sputtering fits and starts as the other three girls positioned themselves around her. “… no! no!… (hee-hee)… don’t you d-dare… (gee-hee)… n-no!…”
Licking and smacking their lips, Lora, Enid, and Jolie lowered their mouths to their captive. The helpless, buxom blonde exploded into a scream of laughter, arching violently on the table. “…YAAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!… NOOO-HOHOHO!…”
Lora feasted on Shelly’s feet and toes, while Jolie slurped and sucked her way across Shelly’s stomach and the side of her waist. Enid had her face buried in one of Shellys armpits, making “nom nom” noises as she munched and licked. Shelly howled, bucking wildly, her plush butt slamming on the table. “… naahahahaha!… yeeeahahaha!…”
It didn’t take long for Lora to suck up all the jelly from Shelly’s twitching feet, leaving them stained purple and shiny. She drew her tongue up a calf and then wrapped her lips around Shelly’s plump, jelly-covered knee. Jolie’s mouth was on Shelly’s well-padded ribs, while Enid had moved on the Shelly’s other underarm. Over all the commotion coming from Shelly I could still hear Jolie in the others making “yummy” sounds and smacking.
“… gaaa-haaahaahaa!… staahhahappp!… oh-ho-ho… I’ll get yooo for thisss!… aahahahaha!…”
Soon Shelly’s threats were lost as she lapsed into silent laughter, her body smeared with the remnants of the jelly. With a cry of “bring him over!” Jolie, Enid, and Lora descended on me. Cackling with delight, they untied me, pulled me out of the chair and practically threw me on top of Shelly. “Finish her!” Lora laughed. Our naked bodies came together with a slap as I pressed against Shelly’s sticky skin. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise. She cried out and immediately pushed back upon me. Moaning, she bucked against me like a crazed beast, the table creaking and rocking back-and-forth underneath us. The three other women gathered around, urging us on amid cheers and laughter.
Shelly’s moans grew rapidly louder until, with a final cry, her eyes rolled back into her head and her body convulsed in ecstasy as Jolie and the others shouted and cheered. I was moments from joining Shelly when suddenly I was being pulled off her. “He’s a big sticky mess!” Jolie said. “Let’s get him outside!”
I yowled in frustration, fighting furiously. “No! Let me…!”
I fought them every step of the way, but in my desperate, lust-addled state I was no match for the three of them. Pushing, pulling, distracting me with ticklish prods and pinches, Jolie, Enid and Lora dragged me into the backyard where they threw me into a water-filled trough. The cool water did nothing to dampen my raging lust. Spluttering, I kicked and flailed and struggled to get up. Water sloshed over the sides. I grabbed at Jolie and her friends, who dodged my grasping hands with ease.
Jolie kneeled down behind me, pressing my shoulders down gently. “Calm down there, honey,” she chuckled, her lips very close to my ear. I craned my head around, searching for Jolie’s mouth, my hands groping blindly behind me. Jolie kissed me. “All your splashing around is getting me all wet,” she giggled.
Her hands slipped under the water, fondling and caressing as they worked their way down my torso. She squeezed my stomach and waist, then slid down lower to take me in a firm but gentle grasp. I let out a noise somewhere between and moan and a bleat. Jolie pressed her lips against my ear. “You didn’t think I’d just leave you like this, did you?” she purred as she began to stroke. “No no no. I always take care of you, don’t I?”
It wasn’t long before I came with a cry; laughing, Jolie and her friends left me slumped and soaking in the trough, dazed and barely conscious with my arms hanging limply over the sides.
When I came to a little while later, Shelly was in the trough with me on the other side. She was still passed out. My brief doze had left me feeling refreshed. Jolie probably wanted me to finish my tasks, so I left Shelly undisturbed and went back inside.
Despite Shelly’s earlier threats that she was going to get all of us back, there was no ticklish retribution from her that night. Later on, after dinner, there was a spirited game of hide, seek, catch and tickle. I was the “prey,” of course, and though I took them on a pretty good chase, I finished my evening tied to a post in Jolie’s yard, stark naked with my wrists above my head while Jolie and her friends ran tufts of grass all over my quivering body.
