(BRIEF AUTHOR'S NOTE: Our torrid tale continues. Part 4 contains some [very] softcore sexual elements. Consider yourself warned)
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Plaything of the Peasant Women
Part 4
A couple nights later, when I had cleaned up after dinner, Jolie asked for a backrub. We headed to her room, where Jolie stripped to her threadbare underpants and lay face-down on the bed. I straddled her lower back and began kneading her shoulders. “… mmm… that feels nice,” she hummed. “… you just stick to this… no sneaky hands… and you’ll get a reward later…”
“Promise?” I said, pressing the flat of my hands hard into her shoulder blades.
“Oh yeah,” she groaned. “Aren’t I… uhhnn… always good on my promises?” She groaned again in appreciation as I continued to massage her shoulders and upper back. After a few moments, she spoke again. “We’re going to the market in East Brook in a few days,” she said. “It’ll be me, Enid, Lora, and Shelly. Do you know East Brook?”
“Sort of. It’s a long ways from my home. I haven’t been there, but my friends and some others where I’m from go to the market there from time-to-time.”
“Well, you’ll come with us, and after we’re done there, you can head on your way home,” she said. “I know that’s still a bit of a distance for you, but you should be okay. That is, if you stay out of trouble and don’t go jumping anymore buxom peasant girls.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“… mmmm… you’d better,” Jolie said with a chuckle. “They might not be as nice as me.”
“That’s true,” I said. “Ummm… you will be giving me some clothes before you send me on my way?”
Jolie laughed. “Maybe.”
I focused on Jolie’s right shoulder, pressing my fingers down and rubbing hard for a while before working on her left. When I was done, I gave each shoulder a quick little kiss before moving to the middle of her back, pressing hard once again. Jolie gave a long, throaty sigh. I worked my hands out from the center of her back to her sides; when my fingers pressed into an area just below her arms, Jolie jumped and let out a little squeak. “… ooo… tee-hee… careful there…” My fingertips briefly grazed the sides of her breasts where they swelled out from underneath her. Jolie gave another cute squeak and jump. “H-hey!… w-watch it…”
But I had already returned to the massage, thumbs pressing down on her spine while my fingers gently kneaded her upper back. “… mmmm… I’ll hate to see you go,” Jolie said. “It’s been fun having you here… I’ll miss your hands… and your laugh… unhh… but I’m sure your friends at home will be happy to see you…”
“I hope so,” I said. “I’m not sure what sort of reception I’ll get.”
I ran my open hands up and down the length of Jolie’s back and sides, pressing down hard and kneading the muscles under her soft skin. A long, deep moan escaped her lips. “… But they must be worried,” she said. “You’ve been gone a while… uhhhh… I’m s-sure they’ll forgive you, especially after all you’ve… ohh… been through…”
“We’ll see,” I said. “I have no idea what I’ll be returning to.”
I continued running my open hands up and down the length of Jolie’s back and sides. “…ohhh… this feels so gooood,” Jolie groaned. “… offer them all a backrub… mmm… they’ll forgive you anything…”
I slid myself lower down her body to straddle her calves, pressing my thumbs deep into the middle of her lower back. Leaning down, I ran my tongue up her spine. She gasped loudly and shivered all over, looking over her shoulder and smiling at me with half-closed eyes. I gave her a quick kiss at the base of her spine while I continued rubbing and pressing there.
Her butt was next. The moment I sank my fingers into those ample, firm buns and started kneading, Jolie gasped and began giggling and twitching vigorously. Her fists clenched and I felt her feet pound out a little tattoo on the bed behind me. “Sorry,” I said, sliding the flats of my hands around her buns . “I swear I’m trying not to tickle…”
“… oooh… it’s o-okay…” Jolie squeaked. “…(tee-hee-hee)… I’m not used to it… hee-hee… my b-butt doesn’t get l-lots of attention…”
“Really? I find that hard to believe,” I grabbed big handfuls of her buns and gave them a shake, making them jiggle all over. Jolie let out another flurry of high-pitched giggles, and only regained a little of her composure when I went back to deep kneading and rubbing. Between titters, she said, “… it’s true… mmm… my butt gets grabbed sometimes… a pinch or a goose… ohhhh… but n-not like other bits of me… ummm… certainly not like this… ohhh…”
She settled in to a steady rhythm of moans and groans as I pressed down hard and squeezed over and over. I kept this up for quite a while before I moved down to her thighs and thick calves and gave them the same treatment. Then I slipped off the end of the bed. Kneeling on the floor, I started rubbing her left foot.
Jolie cooed and sighed, giggling a bit when I gave each of her toes and little tug and twist. I spent a long time on each foot. “… ohh yes… ohh that’s so good…”
Then Jolie lazily rolled over, her big breasts wobbling across her chest. “… mmmm… just a little more please…” she sighed, idly rubbing my chest with her foot. I took her foot in both hands, thumbs pressing and rubbing deep into the middle of the arch while giving each toe a tiny kiss. I did the same to her other foot, then began massaging her firm calves again. I made my way up her legs and spent a long time rubbing her thick, strong thighs slowly up and down, over and over again. A giggle or two slipped out of Jolie’s mouth between her moans. “Is this alright?” I asked. “I’m trying not to tickle you.”
“… ohh… no… it’s good… feels sooo good… mmmm…”
In a little bit, Jolie propped herself up on her elbows. Eyelids heavy, she watched my hands rubbing the length of her thighs for a few moments. “…you’re so g-good to me… mmm… I th-think… mmm… you’ve earned your reward now…”
“What’s my reward?”
Smiling, she glanced down at her enormous breasts, gave them a little shimmy. I laughed, caressing one of her calves. “That’s my reward? You let me play with your breasts? Whose reward is this really?”
“It’s something we’ll both enjoy,” Jolie laughed. I continued caressing her calves, somewhat hesitant to claim my reward. Jolie gave a mock pout. “What are you so shy about all of a sudden?” she said with another little shoulder shimmy.
“You just told me you were going to let me go,” I said. “I’m afraid I might accidently do something to make you change your mind.”
“’Accidently’, huh? Well, I’m not going to change my mind about that, no matter what you ‘accidently’ do. No tricks. Are you worried I might ‘punish’ you in other ways?”
“…umm… yes,” I replied even as I straddled her hips. “You’re pretty sensitive there.”
“Then you’ll have to be extra careful.” She laid back down, stretching her arms out to her side. “Come on… you can barely stop looking at them… you grab them every chance you get… can I trust you to be as nice to my tits as you have been to the rest of me?”
“Oh yes…”
“Then have at ‘em… be g-gentle…”
My fingers spread wide, I took her breasts in my hands and slowly squeezed. Soft mounds of flesh bubbled up between my fingers. Jolie closed her eyes, a big grin spread across her face. Her breasts were so big, there was no way I could cover all of them with my hands. I tried to be gentle as I slowly kneaded and squeezed. “…mmm… that’s it…” Jolie purred.
I ran my hands over all of them, rubbing in big circles. When my palms brushed across her firm nipples. Jolie gasped and arched her back slightly. “…ohhh yes… ohh that feels wonderful…”
I kept up my gentle fondling, moving out to the rounded sides, cupping Jolie’s tits, molding them with my probing fingers. Jolie moaned and groaned in delight. My fingers ghosted every so often over her nipples, making Jolie gasp. I gave her nipples a quick little tweak before cupping the sides of her boobs again with a deep squeeze. “ohhh… mmmmm…”
“Is this gentle enough?” I said.
“… ohhh yes… uhhnnn… feels soooo good…”
Emboldened, I leaned forward, brushing my mouth up the inner slope of her left breast while I continued to rub. Jolie let out a small cry. I gave her left nipple a soft, quick peck before taking it between my lips for a little tug and nip. “… oooo… ummm…”
Cupping both of her heavy breasts, I lifted them up slightly and began peppering them with little kisses. Jolie tittered, grinning widely with her eyes still closed. She gurgled and cooed as I took one nipple and then the other into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around them, sucking and nipping gently. Her cries slowly increased, deep sighs interspersed with laughs. Finally her eyelids fluttered open. “…okayyy… okayyy…” Her arms went around my neck, pulling my face to hers. Our lips mashed together in a big, deep kiss. “…mmm… you got me… you got me…” she moaned between kisses. “… I’m all yours…” She flung her thick, powerful legs around my waist and pressed me to her, and with her limbs wrapped tight around me we slowly drove each other into ecstasy…
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There wasn’t a whole lot to East Brook: a small village with a cluster of houses, a few shops and a pub or two. But it served as a trading hub for many of the parishes in this remote part of the queendom, and on market days it got quite busy. When we arrived, the large commons was already bustling with farm girls and peasant women come to hawk their wares. Rows and rows of tables and small booths selling everything from hats to apples formed a network of lanes like a temporary, ramshackle town.
We found our spot, and as Jolie and Enid unloaded and set up, I took a stroll through the market with Shelly and Lora. There was a wide, open space in the market’s center where a dozen or so of the region’s “criminals” were on display, restrained in foot-stocks with their wrists bound to posts behind them, or kneeling on small padded benches in pillories for their wrists and neck. These were typically thieves and poachers; for a small fee market-goers were allowed to toy with them for a certain amount of time. A handful of police stood around to make sure the rules were followed and things didn’t get too out of hand. One pretty redhead in foot-stocks was giggling frantically as her soles were tickled by a short-haired blonde girl wearing ripped jeans. The redhead’s laughter mingled with that of the prisoner beside her, also in foot-stocks, who was getting her toes tweaked one-by-one. Down the line, a particularly voluptuous thief knelt with her wrists and neck locked in a pillory; two women were tormenting her by making her large breasts swing back-and-forth, nipples brushing across cottony tufts of pussywillow with each pass while she tittered breathlessly.
A little further down, Shelly suddenly gave a little squeak and clapped her hands together at the sight of a slim woman with shaggy black hair in foot-stocks. “Oh it’s you!” she said excitedly. “I knew they’d catch up to you eventually, you little thief!” She kneeled down and began tickling the girl’s arches. She looked up at Lora and I. “I’ll meet you back at the wagon,” she said over her victim’s cackling.
Jolie had told me before we left for that there was one more thing I could help them with once we got to the market. I found out what that was shortly after Lora and I got back — they sat me down in the wagon bed and opened the back gate. My arms were stretched out, my wrists tied to the sides with ropes. They bound my ankles together and secured them to the wagon bed. I was sitting there, legs stretched out on front of me, feet sticking out over the edge of the wagon.
For a small fee, customers could tickle my feet. A tiny sand dial timed the sessions. Jolie said: “We usually draw straws, but since we’ve got you…” She reassured me that customers could “only” touch my feet — the rest of me was off limits.
The sessions were mercifully brief, often with long breaks between takers, but I got quite flustered as the day wore on. Business was brisk, and Jolie and her friends were in good spirits. “Shelly is going to stay here with you and mind the stall while we walk around a little bit,” Jolie told me later on, giving my little toe a quick tweak. “Shelly, make sure no one’s too mean to him.”
“I will,” she said.
“You two be good,” Jolie said as she walked away with the others.
Shelly was mostly busy with customers, and kept her hands off me. A short, frizzy-haired brunette was tickling my arches while Shelly was haggling with her friend when we were suddenly interrupted. “What do you think you’re doing, girlie?”
My tickler abruptly stopped. I blinked the tears of laughter from my eyes. Even with my vision cleared, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was my two friends, Molly and Mary.
Mary pushed my tickler away, glaring at her. Tall and broad in the shoulders, with strong arms and legs and a mane of thick, wavey dark brown hair, she practically towered over the girl and made for an intimidating sight.
The frizzy-haired woman protested. “I’m a customer!”
“Well, you’re time’s up!” Molly said. Standing about 5’5” or so, Molly had straight hair that was sort of a brassy orange color, and a curvy figure that verged on buxom. The lightest smattering of freckles dotted her round face and snub nose. She was dressed for a warm, sunny day, bare-limbed in shorts and a close-fitting green t-shirt that stretched tight across her chest. “Get out of here!”
The woman went off in a huff. Shelly hustled over. “What’s the big idea, chasing away my customers?” she snapped. “If you two want a turn, get in line!”
“A turn?” Molly said. “That’s our friend. We’ve been looking for him…”
“Says who? Your ‘friend’ is with us, and I’ll decide how…”
Shelly was interrupted by the return of Jolie and the others. “What’s going on here?” Jolie said angrily, stepping in front of Mary. Hands on hips, the two women squared off, bosom-to-bosom. They were both build on similar lines — tall girls with big frames, strong-looking limbs, and imposing busts.
“These two bimbos are chasing away customers,” Shelly responded. “They claim he’s their friend…”
“He is our friend,” Mary said. “Get him down from there now!”
Bristling, Lora closed in on Molly. “You don’t tell us what to do. He’s with us…”
“No, he’s ours…”
“Wait!” Jolie held up her hand. “Let’s all calm down.” She turned to me. ‘Is this true? Do you know these girls?”
“Yes, it’s true. They’re my friends. Their names are Molly and Mary.”
“Oh, yeah, those names ring a bell,” Jolie’s posture seemed to relax a bit. She turned back to my friends. “You girls are kinda far from home.”
“So is he,’ Mary said, nodding at me. “What’s he doing with you?”
“Well, the simple explanation is that he jumped me in my own barn. He gave me quite a tickling until my friends showed up and rescued me. And I’ve kept him. Despite my first impressions, he’s turned out to be quite a sweetie.”
“He just showed up out of nowhere and attacked you?” Molly said.
“The story he told me was that he had to flee your parish because he was in trouble with the law,” Jolie said. “While out in the wilderness he was captured and made a slave at the Temple of Zyriss. He eventually escaped, and was making his way home when he spotted me. Like I said, he’s been quite agreeable since then. Being all alone in the wilderness can do crazy things to your appetite. And I guess he just liked the look of me.”
Mary flicked her eyes quickly up-and-down Jolie’s curvaceous figure. “I’ll bet,” she said. “Well, parts of that story sound familiar. He’s been gone quite a while, and we’ve been looking for him. But the Temple of Zyriss? That’s a long ways away…”
Jolie gave a little shrug. “He’s got a heck of a story to tell,” she said. “But he’s been with us for a bit, sort of… paying off his debt, I guess. We’ve treated him really well.” Jolie smiled at me and began idly petting one of my feet. Then she turned back to Mary and Molly. “Let’s begin again. You’re Mary and Molly. My name is Jolie.” She introduced the other women before continuing. “I know you’re worried about your friend here, but I swear, we’ve been very good to him, and I was going to let him go today.” Jolie’s friendly manner and calm tone seemed to have mollified Molly and Mary and deescalated the tension between the parties. My two friends stood on one side of me; Jolie and her friends on the other, with my feet in the middle.
“Is that true?” Mary said, lightly petting the top of my other foot. “Have they been treating you well?”
“…y-yes…”
“Well, you seem like nice girls,” Mary said, “and I’m sure he deserved whatever punishment you gave him after what he did to you. But we can’t just let you keep him. He’s our friend. No one ties him up and tickles him except for us.”
“Not unless we give them permission,” Molly said.
Mary went on. “If he’s ‘paid off his debt’ why don’t you just give him to us?”
“Like I said, I was planning on letting him go,” Jolie said. “He’s been a lot of fun to have around. Helpful, too. And today he’s been great for business…”
“I’m sure he has,” Mary said. “We’ll throw in a little something extra, just to show there’s no hard feelings.”
“What did you have in mind?”
In the end I was “traded” for a box of cranberries and a couple jugs of pink lemonade. “We’ll leave him here with you while we go get the stuff,’ Molly said with a wink. “It might take us a little while to get back.” Enid went with them, ostensibly to help them out, but it was more of a good will gesture to assure my friends that Jolie and the rest weren’t going to slip away with me.
“What a surprise, running into your friends like that,” Jolie said to me. “This is much better than just letting you go. It’ll put me at ease knowing you’re in good hands.” She gave one of my toes a ticklish tweak. “I am gonna miss you, though.”
“Are you going to untie me?”
“Yep. Right when your friends get back…”
They came back soon enough. I was untied and goods were exchanged. Jolie gave me a big hug and a kiss farewell. “You three be good and hustle home,” she said with a squeeze and a wink.
We said our good-byes, then made our way back to Molly and Mary’s stall. They were happy to have me back, as happy as I was to be back, and made a big fuss over me. We talked constantly, all in high spirits as we packed up their wagon and began our journey back to our parish. On the way there, I told them some of my adventures. They were very interested in my time as a slave-apprentice at the Temple of Zyriss, a place which had almost an aura of myth about it to the women in our parish. Eyes bright with amusement, they would ask for more and more details, shivering and gasping in fear at times, giggling at others…
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Plaything of the Peasant Women
Part 4
A couple nights later, when I had cleaned up after dinner, Jolie asked for a backrub. We headed to her room, where Jolie stripped to her threadbare underpants and lay face-down on the bed. I straddled her lower back and began kneading her shoulders. “… mmm… that feels nice,” she hummed. “… you just stick to this… no sneaky hands… and you’ll get a reward later…”
“Promise?” I said, pressing the flat of my hands hard into her shoulder blades.
“Oh yeah,” she groaned. “Aren’t I… uhhnn… always good on my promises?” She groaned again in appreciation as I continued to massage her shoulders and upper back. After a few moments, she spoke again. “We’re going to the market in East Brook in a few days,” she said. “It’ll be me, Enid, Lora, and Shelly. Do you know East Brook?”
“Sort of. It’s a long ways from my home. I haven’t been there, but my friends and some others where I’m from go to the market there from time-to-time.”
“Well, you’ll come with us, and after we’re done there, you can head on your way home,” she said. “I know that’s still a bit of a distance for you, but you should be okay. That is, if you stay out of trouble and don’t go jumping anymore buxom peasant girls.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“… mmmm… you’d better,” Jolie said with a chuckle. “They might not be as nice as me.”
“That’s true,” I said. “Ummm… you will be giving me some clothes before you send me on my way?”
Jolie laughed. “Maybe.”
I focused on Jolie’s right shoulder, pressing my fingers down and rubbing hard for a while before working on her left. When I was done, I gave each shoulder a quick little kiss before moving to the middle of her back, pressing hard once again. Jolie gave a long, throaty sigh. I worked my hands out from the center of her back to her sides; when my fingers pressed into an area just below her arms, Jolie jumped and let out a little squeak. “… ooo… tee-hee… careful there…” My fingertips briefly grazed the sides of her breasts where they swelled out from underneath her. Jolie gave another cute squeak and jump. “H-hey!… w-watch it…”
But I had already returned to the massage, thumbs pressing down on her spine while my fingers gently kneaded her upper back. “… mmmm… I’ll hate to see you go,” Jolie said. “It’s been fun having you here… I’ll miss your hands… and your laugh… unhh… but I’m sure your friends at home will be happy to see you…”
“I hope so,” I said. “I’m not sure what sort of reception I’ll get.”
I ran my open hands up and down the length of Jolie’s back and sides, pressing down hard and kneading the muscles under her soft skin. A long, deep moan escaped her lips. “… But they must be worried,” she said. “You’ve been gone a while… uhhhh… I’m s-sure they’ll forgive you, especially after all you’ve… ohh… been through…”
“We’ll see,” I said. “I have no idea what I’ll be returning to.”
I continued running my open hands up and down the length of Jolie’s back and sides. “…ohhh… this feels so gooood,” Jolie groaned. “… offer them all a backrub… mmm… they’ll forgive you anything…”
I slid myself lower down her body to straddle her calves, pressing my thumbs deep into the middle of her lower back. Leaning down, I ran my tongue up her spine. She gasped loudly and shivered all over, looking over her shoulder and smiling at me with half-closed eyes. I gave her a quick kiss at the base of her spine while I continued rubbing and pressing there.
Her butt was next. The moment I sank my fingers into those ample, firm buns and started kneading, Jolie gasped and began giggling and twitching vigorously. Her fists clenched and I felt her feet pound out a little tattoo on the bed behind me. “Sorry,” I said, sliding the flats of my hands around her buns . “I swear I’m trying not to tickle…”
“… oooh… it’s o-okay…” Jolie squeaked. “…(tee-hee-hee)… I’m not used to it… hee-hee… my b-butt doesn’t get l-lots of attention…”
“Really? I find that hard to believe,” I grabbed big handfuls of her buns and gave them a shake, making them jiggle all over. Jolie let out another flurry of high-pitched giggles, and only regained a little of her composure when I went back to deep kneading and rubbing. Between titters, she said, “… it’s true… mmm… my butt gets grabbed sometimes… a pinch or a goose… ohhhh… but n-not like other bits of me… ummm… certainly not like this… ohhh…”
She settled in to a steady rhythm of moans and groans as I pressed down hard and squeezed over and over. I kept this up for quite a while before I moved down to her thighs and thick calves and gave them the same treatment. Then I slipped off the end of the bed. Kneeling on the floor, I started rubbing her left foot.
Jolie cooed and sighed, giggling a bit when I gave each of her toes and little tug and twist. I spent a long time on each foot. “… ohh yes… ohh that’s so good…”
Then Jolie lazily rolled over, her big breasts wobbling across her chest. “… mmmm… just a little more please…” she sighed, idly rubbing my chest with her foot. I took her foot in both hands, thumbs pressing and rubbing deep into the middle of the arch while giving each toe a tiny kiss. I did the same to her other foot, then began massaging her firm calves again. I made my way up her legs and spent a long time rubbing her thick, strong thighs slowly up and down, over and over again. A giggle or two slipped out of Jolie’s mouth between her moans. “Is this alright?” I asked. “I’m trying not to tickle you.”
“… ohh… no… it’s good… feels sooo good… mmmm…”
In a little bit, Jolie propped herself up on her elbows. Eyelids heavy, she watched my hands rubbing the length of her thighs for a few moments. “…you’re so g-good to me… mmm… I th-think… mmm… you’ve earned your reward now…”
“What’s my reward?”
Smiling, she glanced down at her enormous breasts, gave them a little shimmy. I laughed, caressing one of her calves. “That’s my reward? You let me play with your breasts? Whose reward is this really?”
“It’s something we’ll both enjoy,” Jolie laughed. I continued caressing her calves, somewhat hesitant to claim my reward. Jolie gave a mock pout. “What are you so shy about all of a sudden?” she said with another little shoulder shimmy.
“You just told me you were going to let me go,” I said. “I’m afraid I might accidently do something to make you change your mind.”
“’Accidently’, huh? Well, I’m not going to change my mind about that, no matter what you ‘accidently’ do. No tricks. Are you worried I might ‘punish’ you in other ways?”
“…umm… yes,” I replied even as I straddled her hips. “You’re pretty sensitive there.”
“Then you’ll have to be extra careful.” She laid back down, stretching her arms out to her side. “Come on… you can barely stop looking at them… you grab them every chance you get… can I trust you to be as nice to my tits as you have been to the rest of me?”
“Oh yes…”
“Then have at ‘em… be g-gentle…”
My fingers spread wide, I took her breasts in my hands and slowly squeezed. Soft mounds of flesh bubbled up between my fingers. Jolie closed her eyes, a big grin spread across her face. Her breasts were so big, there was no way I could cover all of them with my hands. I tried to be gentle as I slowly kneaded and squeezed. “…mmm… that’s it…” Jolie purred.
I ran my hands over all of them, rubbing in big circles. When my palms brushed across her firm nipples. Jolie gasped and arched her back slightly. “…ohhh yes… ohh that feels wonderful…”
I kept up my gentle fondling, moving out to the rounded sides, cupping Jolie’s tits, molding them with my probing fingers. Jolie moaned and groaned in delight. My fingers ghosted every so often over her nipples, making Jolie gasp. I gave her nipples a quick little tweak before cupping the sides of her boobs again with a deep squeeze. “ohhh… mmmmm…”
“Is this gentle enough?” I said.
“… ohhh yes… uhhnnn… feels soooo good…”
Emboldened, I leaned forward, brushing my mouth up the inner slope of her left breast while I continued to rub. Jolie let out a small cry. I gave her left nipple a soft, quick peck before taking it between my lips for a little tug and nip. “… oooo… ummm…”
Cupping both of her heavy breasts, I lifted them up slightly and began peppering them with little kisses. Jolie tittered, grinning widely with her eyes still closed. She gurgled and cooed as I took one nipple and then the other into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around them, sucking and nipping gently. Her cries slowly increased, deep sighs interspersed with laughs. Finally her eyelids fluttered open. “…okayyy… okayyy…” Her arms went around my neck, pulling my face to hers. Our lips mashed together in a big, deep kiss. “…mmm… you got me… you got me…” she moaned between kisses. “… I’m all yours…” She flung her thick, powerful legs around my waist and pressed me to her, and with her limbs wrapped tight around me we slowly drove each other into ecstasy…
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There wasn’t a whole lot to East Brook: a small village with a cluster of houses, a few shops and a pub or two. But it served as a trading hub for many of the parishes in this remote part of the queendom, and on market days it got quite busy. When we arrived, the large commons was already bustling with farm girls and peasant women come to hawk their wares. Rows and rows of tables and small booths selling everything from hats to apples formed a network of lanes like a temporary, ramshackle town.
We found our spot, and as Jolie and Enid unloaded and set up, I took a stroll through the market with Shelly and Lora. There was a wide, open space in the market’s center where a dozen or so of the region’s “criminals” were on display, restrained in foot-stocks with their wrists bound to posts behind them, or kneeling on small padded benches in pillories for their wrists and neck. These were typically thieves and poachers; for a small fee market-goers were allowed to toy with them for a certain amount of time. A handful of police stood around to make sure the rules were followed and things didn’t get too out of hand. One pretty redhead in foot-stocks was giggling frantically as her soles were tickled by a short-haired blonde girl wearing ripped jeans. The redhead’s laughter mingled with that of the prisoner beside her, also in foot-stocks, who was getting her toes tweaked one-by-one. Down the line, a particularly voluptuous thief knelt with her wrists and neck locked in a pillory; two women were tormenting her by making her large breasts swing back-and-forth, nipples brushing across cottony tufts of pussywillow with each pass while she tittered breathlessly.
A little further down, Shelly suddenly gave a little squeak and clapped her hands together at the sight of a slim woman with shaggy black hair in foot-stocks. “Oh it’s you!” she said excitedly. “I knew they’d catch up to you eventually, you little thief!” She kneeled down and began tickling the girl’s arches. She looked up at Lora and I. “I’ll meet you back at the wagon,” she said over her victim’s cackling.
Jolie had told me before we left for that there was one more thing I could help them with once we got to the market. I found out what that was shortly after Lora and I got back — they sat me down in the wagon bed and opened the back gate. My arms were stretched out, my wrists tied to the sides with ropes. They bound my ankles together and secured them to the wagon bed. I was sitting there, legs stretched out on front of me, feet sticking out over the edge of the wagon.
For a small fee, customers could tickle my feet. A tiny sand dial timed the sessions. Jolie said: “We usually draw straws, but since we’ve got you…” She reassured me that customers could “only” touch my feet — the rest of me was off limits.
The sessions were mercifully brief, often with long breaks between takers, but I got quite flustered as the day wore on. Business was brisk, and Jolie and her friends were in good spirits. “Shelly is going to stay here with you and mind the stall while we walk around a little bit,” Jolie told me later on, giving my little toe a quick tweak. “Shelly, make sure no one’s too mean to him.”
“I will,” she said.
“You two be good,” Jolie said as she walked away with the others.
Shelly was mostly busy with customers, and kept her hands off me. A short, frizzy-haired brunette was tickling my arches while Shelly was haggling with her friend when we were suddenly interrupted. “What do you think you’re doing, girlie?”
My tickler abruptly stopped. I blinked the tears of laughter from my eyes. Even with my vision cleared, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was my two friends, Molly and Mary.
Mary pushed my tickler away, glaring at her. Tall and broad in the shoulders, with strong arms and legs and a mane of thick, wavey dark brown hair, she practically towered over the girl and made for an intimidating sight.
The frizzy-haired woman protested. “I’m a customer!”
“Well, you’re time’s up!” Molly said. Standing about 5’5” or so, Molly had straight hair that was sort of a brassy orange color, and a curvy figure that verged on buxom. The lightest smattering of freckles dotted her round face and snub nose. She was dressed for a warm, sunny day, bare-limbed in shorts and a close-fitting green t-shirt that stretched tight across her chest. “Get out of here!”
The woman went off in a huff. Shelly hustled over. “What’s the big idea, chasing away my customers?” she snapped. “If you two want a turn, get in line!”
“A turn?” Molly said. “That’s our friend. We’ve been looking for him…”
“Says who? Your ‘friend’ is with us, and I’ll decide how…”
Shelly was interrupted by the return of Jolie and the others. “What’s going on here?” Jolie said angrily, stepping in front of Mary. Hands on hips, the two women squared off, bosom-to-bosom. They were both build on similar lines — tall girls with big frames, strong-looking limbs, and imposing busts.
“These two bimbos are chasing away customers,” Shelly responded. “They claim he’s their friend…”
“He is our friend,” Mary said. “Get him down from there now!”
Bristling, Lora closed in on Molly. “You don’t tell us what to do. He’s with us…”
“No, he’s ours…”
“Wait!” Jolie held up her hand. “Let’s all calm down.” She turned to me. ‘Is this true? Do you know these girls?”
“Yes, it’s true. They’re my friends. Their names are Molly and Mary.”
“Oh, yeah, those names ring a bell,” Jolie’s posture seemed to relax a bit. She turned back to my friends. “You girls are kinda far from home.”
“So is he,’ Mary said, nodding at me. “What’s he doing with you?”
“Well, the simple explanation is that he jumped me in my own barn. He gave me quite a tickling until my friends showed up and rescued me. And I’ve kept him. Despite my first impressions, he’s turned out to be quite a sweetie.”
“He just showed up out of nowhere and attacked you?” Molly said.
“The story he told me was that he had to flee your parish because he was in trouble with the law,” Jolie said. “While out in the wilderness he was captured and made a slave at the Temple of Zyriss. He eventually escaped, and was making his way home when he spotted me. Like I said, he’s been quite agreeable since then. Being all alone in the wilderness can do crazy things to your appetite. And I guess he just liked the look of me.”
Mary flicked her eyes quickly up-and-down Jolie’s curvaceous figure. “I’ll bet,” she said. “Well, parts of that story sound familiar. He’s been gone quite a while, and we’ve been looking for him. But the Temple of Zyriss? That’s a long ways away…”
Jolie gave a little shrug. “He’s got a heck of a story to tell,” she said. “But he’s been with us for a bit, sort of… paying off his debt, I guess. We’ve treated him really well.” Jolie smiled at me and began idly petting one of my feet. Then she turned back to Mary and Molly. “Let’s begin again. You’re Mary and Molly. My name is Jolie.” She introduced the other women before continuing. “I know you’re worried about your friend here, but I swear, we’ve been very good to him, and I was going to let him go today.” Jolie’s friendly manner and calm tone seemed to have mollified Molly and Mary and deescalated the tension between the parties. My two friends stood on one side of me; Jolie and her friends on the other, with my feet in the middle.
“Is that true?” Mary said, lightly petting the top of my other foot. “Have they been treating you well?”
“…y-yes…”
“Well, you seem like nice girls,” Mary said, “and I’m sure he deserved whatever punishment you gave him after what he did to you. But we can’t just let you keep him. He’s our friend. No one ties him up and tickles him except for us.”
“Not unless we give them permission,” Molly said.
Mary went on. “If he’s ‘paid off his debt’ why don’t you just give him to us?”
“Like I said, I was planning on letting him go,” Jolie said. “He’s been a lot of fun to have around. Helpful, too. And today he’s been great for business…”
“I’m sure he has,” Mary said. “We’ll throw in a little something extra, just to show there’s no hard feelings.”
“What did you have in mind?”
In the end I was “traded” for a box of cranberries and a couple jugs of pink lemonade. “We’ll leave him here with you while we go get the stuff,’ Molly said with a wink. “It might take us a little while to get back.” Enid went with them, ostensibly to help them out, but it was more of a good will gesture to assure my friends that Jolie and the rest weren’t going to slip away with me.
“What a surprise, running into your friends like that,” Jolie said to me. “This is much better than just letting you go. It’ll put me at ease knowing you’re in good hands.” She gave one of my toes a ticklish tweak. “I am gonna miss you, though.”
“Are you going to untie me?”
“Yep. Right when your friends get back…”
They came back soon enough. I was untied and goods were exchanged. Jolie gave me a big hug and a kiss farewell. “You three be good and hustle home,” she said with a squeeze and a wink.
We said our good-byes, then made our way back to Molly and Mary’s stall. They were happy to have me back, as happy as I was to be back, and made a big fuss over me. We talked constantly, all in high spirits as we packed up their wagon and began our journey back to our parish. On the way there, I told them some of my adventures. They were very interested in my time as a slave-apprentice at the Temple of Zyriss, a place which had almost an aura of myth about it to the women in our parish. Eyes bright with amusement, they would ask for more and more details, shivering and gasping in fear at times, giggling at others…
