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So this was supposed to be a short sequel to the end of this story. It won't feature any of the characters other than the Goth Dominatrix / BDSM chick and the redhead in the video Tiffany watches (Imogen).
It has completely gotten away from me, I have over 10,000 words and haven't got to the bit I planned to write about the redhead on the rack. I have split what I have in two and here is the first part.
WARNING: although not as hardcore and sexual as other stories I write, or the next part I am working on this story does feature some sexual stuff and some nipple torture described on a TV screen
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Elizabeth trembled under the Gothic models gaze. With her jet black hair and penetrating eyes the Dominatrix had an intimidating presence that made the demure brunette rethink her bid.
Quid pro quo! the Goth chick repeated, loving the way her petitioner squirmed.
- - - The night before - - -
It had been a week since Imogen had slept with Liz’s boyfriend Mark. The red-haired slut had deliberately left evidence before and after on social media for Elizabeth to see, satisfying her cuckold fetish and savouring the way she knew her fellow model must feel. Imogen loved dominating other women this way, making them feel powerless as she stole their boyfriends, especially when they were modelling or shooting in another country so there was nothing they could do but watch.
Elizabeth didn't have to look far to find other models who Imogen had wronged this way. Dozens of them came out of the woodwork to console her, even those who hadn't had their boyfriends stolen supplied stories of what a bitch Imogen was. The night before Liz’s encounter with the Goth chick, around six or seven such models had tried to console her. After a few drinks the models whispered in hushed towns about a popular urban legend: The fetish studio who tricked models into starring in their videos. Elizabeth was uncomfortable as Chloe: one of her companions insisted she knew of one such video. Despite her objections the video was found and streamed to the smart TV in her hotel room.
The video featured an elegant blonde being manhandled in a warehouse. Before long the poor woman was stripped naked by two burly masked men, the removal of her bra exposed two pierced nipples. Two silver rings glinting from her pink nipples that perfectly finished her pert breasts. Elizabeth curled her toes in her slippers. She watched as the poor woman was manacled and manoeuvred by the two men wearing pig masks and bloody butchers aprons. It wasn't long until the two men had the gagged blonde hung up by her ankles. Upside down the poor woman was forced to hold the long bar of a weightlifting set, her hands were secured in place with gaffer tape so that she couldn’t release her hold. Elizabeth could tell from the look in the model's eyes that this was all too much for the poor blonde. There was a close up shot that showed her desperation. Liz didn’t know whether the woman on her TV screen had been tricked or simply bitten off more than she could chew, but Liz dreaded ever finding herself in the poor woman's place.
The two men had cruelly taken the bar of its stand and were now adding weights at each end causing the poor blonde to scream into her gag as she was stretched out upside down. Liz squirmed and pulled her fluffy white dressing gown close, aside from Imogen the demure brunette wouldn't wish what she saw on her screen upon anyone; and the torture had barely even started!
"Woooah!" the entire room exclaimed in unison as the two men attached slender, strong chains to the poor blonde's nipple rings that attached to little loops on the floor.
"This is pretty hard-core!" Elizabeth murmured hoping to persuade her fellow models to put on a chick-flick or something else.
"Apparently the blonde you see tried to oust a certain Goth dominatrix and this is the price she paid for her schemes" Chloe replied, ensuring the video remained on.
Chloe was a spry model with a quick clever face. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. It had been her who had put the video on. Liz would have regretted inviting Chloe, if indeed she had invited her. The cunning model had simply shown up and Liz didn’t have the confidence to ask her to leave. Chloe was a year or so older than Liz and the two models had been in the same sorority. Chloe had administered Liz's initiation and knew both how terribly ticklish the demure brunette was, and also how her sexy body betrayed her when her feet were worshipped.
Chloe had a tickling and foot fetish and had taken many an opportunity to tease and torment her former pledge alongside other models in her little collection of tickle-toys. Liz avoided Chloe as a rule but had hoped that letting Chloe join in tonight wouldn't prove an issue. As the poor blonde struggled on her TV screen Liz knew she should have made a scene and insisted the cruel woman leave, but now she couldn’t think of a way to do so without inviting the inevitable tickle session.
On the TV the blonde shook as her two tormentors used feather dusters to tickle her all over, it was apparent this caused the chains to pull on her nipples rings which were tight enough to make even dangling from her ankles uncomfortable.
“That poor woman!” Liz moaned hoping one of her companions would spot her discomfort.
“This can’t be real!” One of the models added.
“By the look on the dumb slut’s face I would say its real!” Another model replied.
Liz curled her toes to try and bring her backless slippers tightly onto her feet, she tried to find an excuse to look away offering more wine to her guests who lounged on her hotel bed. Liz suspected from the look on the poor blonde’s bright red face that the video was real. With a cursory glances at the TV Liz caught glimpses of the blonde’s feet being tickled mercilessly, her soles taut having been secured by some leather device that pulled her toes back and secured them to her ankles. Another terrified glance revealed the men tormenting every spot, having particular success tickling the backs of the poor woman’s outstretched knees with their fingertips causing her to buck and squirm making the nipple bondage unbearable. Liz shuddered, her own sorority initiation had been bad enough but at least she had been tied to a comfortable bed. Liz sometimes still had nightmares about being blindfolded, tied down in a spread eagle and tickled with fingers and feathers all night long. The only way she had passed her initiation was from her captors discovering her arousal at having her soles licked and her toes nibbled, from then on they had only tickled her softly as they made a game out of seeing who could make her climax first, the hardest and the most times.
The video changed to show the blonde in a new position. The poor thing was strapped down tightly to a plank of wood with her arms stretched high above her head and her feet in some very basic stocks. At first Liz assumed they had tied her toes again but then she noticed a thin cord running parallel with the poor blonde’s body. A close up of the blonde’s soles showed the toe-ties running back through two metal loops attached to the top of the square stocks, as the camera traced over the blonde’s superb body it became apparent that the cords passed through these loops before being tightly secured to the two nipples rings that had already caused the poor blonde so much suffering. The camera returned to the blonde’s long pale feet which were pulled back tightly by the big toes only. The two men’s fingers approached slowly bearing feathers and the video changed to asplit screen with a view of the poor blonde’s breasts and face to counterpoint the close up of her desperately struggling feet. The struggling blonde tried not to curl her toes but instinctively did so as the feathers gliding under her toes causing the thin cords to tease her nipples via the rings. The men abandoned the feathers in favour of fingertips and it was clear their victim was too ticklish too keep still.
“You see I bet they filmed this bit first!” One model opined.
“I really don’t like watching this” Liz meekly mumbled as the blonde on her TV screen started to lose control, the desperation in her eyes crying out to Liz.
“Are we sure it is the same woman she looks different, far more pale….” Another chipped in.
“Of course she looks pale now, by the end of the last bit her face was as red as tomato!” Another model sarcastically replied.
“I really would prefer to watch something else….” Liz quietly repeated; embarrassed, nervous and ignored.
The blonde’s torture continued to escalate as toothbrushes and flossers were cruelly used on her toes exploiting the sensitive area just underneath each toe causing her to scrunch her feet such that the evil cords attached to her toes pulled on her nipples hard. A pair of female hands with black nail varnish had come into shot to torment her upper body before finding two feathers more effective on both nipples and underarms alike. The two men had taken to using a hairbrush on their victim’s arches and heels whilst using a flosser or electric toothbrush to torment their victim’s toes. This clearly seemed to drive their victim beyond her limits and gave credence to the theory that this part was shot first. Liz just hoped the video would be over soon and she had enough good friends to protect her from Chloe’s inevitable bid to satisfy her notorious interests. As the two men lifted their masks to add their tongues and teeth to their victim’s toe torment Liz decided enough was enough;
“Okay can we watch, or do something else please! You have proven your point Chloe!” Liz squeaked her voice quavering between her usual dulcet tones and a shrill shriek of quiet desperation.
“Have I?” Chloe began before adding; “Perhaps our little Liz wants some tickle fun of her own? What is the matter Lizzy? Seeing those toes get licked remind you of all our old sorority fun!”
“No!.. I…” Liz stuttered looking around for support and finding little, her so-called friend’s faces like hungry vixens.
Liz had made the mistake of sitting in the middle of a group of models whose warm bodies had seemed comforting up until now. Purring and giggling her comrades stroked and tugged at her soft body under its dressing gown and silky soft pyjamas. Liz was already giggling as they began to tug and tease at the warm dressing gown and softly seize her wrists and ankles. Liz tried to resist and reason with her comforters turned captors but she was too ticklish and the first prods and pokes had her laughing sweetly as she was manoeuvred for a hog-tie by half her captors and a spread eagle by the other half. Her attempts to convince her friends to stop fell short, Liz was so naturally submissive and sweet her desperate pleas were so masked by delightful giggles even the most kind-hearted of her captor believed that the poor brunette enjoyed this. Soon she was hogtied by the cord of her dressing gown and that of a friend, facing the TV so she could watch the far more intense torture of the blonde who now squirmed inside a giant cage.
“Oh Lizzy! Lizzy! Lizzy! Loo!” Chloe purred the definite ringleader of this cruel charade.
“Whatever are we going to do with you!” another model quipped.
It didn’t take long until Liz’s slippers were removed to reveal her long, slender fine-boned feet; a delicate size eight delight with high arches and perfect toes. Liz had received a ticklish pedicure earlier in the day which she had softly giggled throughout furthering the ‘she must like it’ theory that held the complete approval of the chuckling crowd. In truth Liz liked to be pampered and truly enjoyed being softly tickled and played with. However she dreaded the harsher tortures her sorority sisters had suffered and savoured, especially the mad cackling laughter and screams for mercy produced by harsher tickling and crueller tools such as flossers and hairbrushes.
So far Liz had never been pushed past her limits even during her last session when Chloe briefly introduced a horrible spiky metal wheel thing that had been run up and down the length of Liz’s soles in swift terrible motions. Liz had wailed and begged but Chloe’s penchant for lickling her to orgasm had rescued her from the cruel spiky wheel, but not from the humiliation of being forced to climax whilst wrapped tightly in a seaweed wrap her cruel captors had tricked her into.
As she squirmed in her hogtie Liz’s body was explored. Some of her captors hadn’t played tickling games like this before others rivalled Chloe for their intense interest. The hog tie wasn’t particularly restrictive but was new to Liz, it exposed almost all of her tickle spots apart from her tummy which was still exploited now and then by a hand that explored between the mattress and her pyjamas. Her feet were by far the favourite and her captors invented a game called ‘ring-around-the-Lizzy’ as they crowded around her in a circle. As they tickled they slowly moved clockwise such that each could take a turn caressing and tickling her soft pampered feet whilst having a fair chance at her sides, underarms neck and ribs on their way around. Every time Chloe took a turn at Liz’s pampered soles she would clasp each of her victim’s big toes between thumb and forefinger and use one hand to tease Liz’s deep sensitive arches whilst licking and nibbling the scrambling desperate toes.
Whilst Chloe’s administrations drove Liz crazy it only lasted about a minute which allowed her to conceal her arousal. By the third time Chloe circled round to Liz’s feet another model had tied her big toes together with a hair tie allowing Chloe to use both hands as she licked. Despite her desperation Liz felt her arousal rise, she didn’t know what it was about having her toes licked but it was like an expressway to her libido. It had come as a total surprise during her initiation and she still had no explanation for it now. The orgasms she endured were intense and humiliating and after the first two she would beg helplessly for more, lost to passion only to be abandoned to humiliation afterwards. It wasn’t until the girls ‘all moved one place on’ that Liz began to panic, the next girl had followed suit and started licking and nibbling.
“Good job Susanna!” Chloe cheered.
“Well it seems to tickle her worse than anything we do so we all decided to give it a try!” another model answered.
“Nooo!” Liz wailed her voice still punctuated by too many delightful giggles to be taken seriously.
On the TV screen the woman’s soles were now suffering a similar treatment only two cats were licking her soles clean of some sort of oil as she knelt in a terrible pair of stocks. Chloe no longer had time to feel sorry for the blonde on-screen as she struggled against her bonds hoping to avoid the humiliation of being forced to climax in front of her friends. The new lickler wasn’t as skilled as Chloe but still the sensations shot up the nerves in her legs making her tingle all over. The hog tie didn’t help as it caused her womanhood to rub deeply against a bundle of fabric as she squirmed. Most of Liz’s dressing gown had ended up trapped in the binds of her hog-tie and yet somehow one fold had ended up between her legs getting mixed up with a ruckle of her bedding creating a lump just the right size to translate her every movement into further arousal. The models had abandoned their game of ‘ring-around the-Lizzy’ to focus almost exclusively on their victim’s feet, some of them held her feet still whilst two explored her toes each sucking, nibbling and occasionally running their tongues up and down the gap under all five toes back and forth until Lizzy nearly burst. Chloe had positioned herself at Lizzy’s head and took great delight in blowing in her victim’s ear before whispering;
“I can make them stop if you agree to play another little game, you only need to nod!”
Inches away from abandon but still with enough modesty to wish for release Elizabeth frantically nodded, her hair was a mess and her eyes desperate. Chloe wanted nothing more than to keep going but she knew there were sweeter rewards if she was just patient.
“Oh everyone Alina hasn’t licked Lizzy’s toes yet!” Chloe announced drawing the collective attention to a petite Asian model who was holding Lizzy’s toes back nervously.
“No, I don’t want…” Alina protested as she was seized, she thought no-one had noticed how she had held back Liz’s toes for the next model each time.
Side by side Lizzy and Alina were laid out on the mattress with their wrists tied to the headboard and their feet tied to the foot of the bed. Liz was face down whilst Alina was face up, the Asian beauty proved a favourite and was gagged with one of the other model’s socks much to her utter distaste. Liz squirmed as her toes were somehow tied down with little bits of string; she had correctly guessed that her ankles were tied using the fabric belts of her companions dressing gowns that had been secured around the wooden legs of her bedframe, how they were tying her toes she didn’t know.
Liz continued to giggle the sweetest giggles as her toes were explored with a variety of soft make-up brushes. Next to her Alina screamed as around five or six women tormented every ticklish spot making her scream into her sock gag as sharp nails raked over sensitive soles and hungry fingertips explored every spot of her upper body focusing particularly on her smooth underarms and toned tummy, sometimes exploring the backs of her outstretched knees as she kicked futilely.
Once again Liz’s delightful response to softer tickles saved her such treatment, apart from a mascara brush that tormented her sensitive toes the sensations were almost enjoyable. Chloe was true to her word and didn’t not lick or nibble her toes but Suzanna it seemed had a similar foot fetish and would intersperse soft finger tips tickles with just enough lickle torture to keep Liz dangling dangerously close to the precipice of a humiliating orgasm. Sensing that Liz was close Chloe took a brief respite from her victim’s soles to tease the giggling writhing brunette’s neck with a soft sable brush.
“Chloe please! I’m ticklish! And… I…” Liz weakly pleaded.
“Shhh!” Chloe shushed stroking her pet’s soft, perfect dark brown hair.
“Just agree to come with me to meet some video producers and I will stop Susanna from licking your soles!” Chloe offered.
“Okay! Please … I can’t!” Liz moaned inches away from an orgasm as Susana ran her tongue up one arch as she tickled the other.
Again Chloe was true to her word and stopped Susanna from driving the desperate brunette to the intense climax she both craved and feared. Ever cruel and manipulative Chloe soon had Alina un-gagged and licking a nibbling the toes of each of her tormentors in a desperate plea to escape the intense tickle torture that had broken her resolve. It was clear to Liz as she made her way to the bathroom that Alina had not enjoyed the same lucky escape as her, the look of revolution on the poor Asian model’s face as she licked and nibbled tender toes and pampered soles was strikingly apparent. Tingling all over Liz curled her toes in the soft fuzzy slippers that felt so good to her hypersensitive skin. Liz stroked her thighs from the comfort of the locked bathroom, she could hear the other models giggling and thought of them tickling that bitch Imogen.
Liz pictured the redhead’s face screwed up in ticklish agony and screaming the way the poor blonde had in the awful video. She pictured cats licking her perfect pale arches the way the blonde had suffered in the video. Suddenly the orgasm Liz had resisted hit full force causing her legs to shake as she collapsed down to sit puling her pyjamas bottoms down so they would not be soaked in quim. Liz was careful to be quiet running both taps to cover the irresistible moans of pleasure as her slender index finger circled her clitoris, gently massaging a torrent of juice that dribbled down her fingers into the toilet bowl. Liz was shy about her sexuality and would have blushed if teased about taking the pressure off this way; but she also knew she was a soft breeze from climaxing hard in front of all her so-called friends, and despite not normally masturbating knew she needed this release. Quickly she cleaned herself up covering the pungent aroma of quim with some perfume.
Chloe considered teasing Liz about what she knew the shy brunette had been doing by the guilty look on her face, but the cruel model knew such verbal taunts would jeopardise her scheme. Instead she exploited a cruel loop-hole in the bargain Alina had made, all of the models had promised to stop tickling Alina if she sucked and nibbled her toes except for Liz who had been giggling next to her on the bed at the time. Cackling like Hyena’s the remaining models positioned the demure brunette in place and loosely tied her to their petite pet. Alina protested but by now the models were almost feverish with sadistic glee and there was no stopping them. Alina’s protests were silenced with another pair of socks as Liz was secured in place. Liz softly tickled Alina giggling as the other models softly tickled her in turn, Liz wiggled her toes loving the way the soft fingertips felt on her soles. Her friends were careful not to push her too far, each comforted themselves that they had succeeded in cheering the demure brunette up whilst also rejoicing at the tickle-fun that satisfied their ulterior desires. The models had cruelly stripped Alina down to her panties and her rock-hard nipples betrayed the humiliation of her arousal.
“Tickle her nipples, they are crying out for attention!” One of the models whispered to Liz.
Liz serenely ignored the model and continued the slow sensual assault of Alina’s outstretched underarms with two sable brushes. The other models murmured their agreement with the desire to see Alina’s nipples get the attention the deserved, slowly they increased their soft tickles until Liz was giggling and squirming as every ticklish spot was exploited by skilled finger, Liz resisted the torture as best as she could and it wasn’t until her ankles were seized and her toes licked and nibbled once more that she agreed to comply, knowing her body was still capable of betraying her.
Trembling and quivering Liz began to trace the two soft brushes around the outer edges of Alina’s pert breasts. The petite Asian whimpered and squirmed, her eyes pleading piteously as she tried to persuade her serene captor not to circle the brushes around to her hyper-sensitive areole. Liz giggled as her captors returned to give her the soft tickles she loved, slowly she ran the brushes in two spirals getting ever closer to the engorged nipples that grew larger and harder with each delicate touch. Liz knew that the petite Asian model was in ticklish agony and guessed that her nipples were ‘her spot’.
Liz felt sorry for her victim as she dreaded this sort of humiliation herself; but she also remembered her petite victim’s sharp deadly nails exploiting her arches in the seaweed wrap. Sometimes when Liz closed her eyes she could hear the cruel cackle as she had begged Alina to stop. Between the petite Asian’s nails and the spiky little wheel Chloe had used, the seaweed wrap had been the closest Liz had ever been to being pushed past her limits into the true tickle hell she had seen the blonde endure on her TV. ‘Oh how she wished she could torment Imogen in such a fashion’ Liz thought, not usually one to bear such sadistic thoughts. For now Liz would pay Alina back for the seaweed wrap and having teased her victim enough quickly flicked the brushes to an unexpected assault having circled away and towards the begging buds several times as she mused and purred.
The second the brushes made contact with Alina’s nipples the petite Asian’s trapped body heaved unable to endure no more torment nor ecstasy as her body betrayed her pride. Chloe began nuzzling Alina’s neck as other models cooed that since Alina’s was enjoying herself she clearly wanted more. Alina’s feet were pounced on by two hungry models who paid her back for the torment they had endured from her at their last sessions, meanwhile all of the more sadistic models staked a claim on their favourite tickle-spots of Alina’s orgasm-tenderised body. The torture lasted long into the night, the crueller ticklers focusing on Alina whilst those with softer tastes teasing and playing with Liz. Eventually only Liz, Alina and Chloe remained, each moaning under the administrations of a vibrating love-egg that Chloe had produced as the other models left. Liz was nearly delirious and would scarcely remember having her toes licked and nibbled until she agreed to accept the Trojan egg.
As Liz slowly awoke Chloe beheld her serene face as the demure brunette recalled the previous night and began to squirm in her loose bonds, clearly curious about the love-egg she felt inside of her. Liz looked around to find Alina gone and the egg held firmly in place by strange panties that comprised soft silk covered by leather and tiny little metal rings that looped together. The panties were skimpy but could not be removed thanks to two little padlocks at each of hips that connected to both the leather and the little metal rings.
Liz was frightened as even during the terrible seaweed wrap ordeal Chloe hadn’t been taken things this far. In her fear she didn’t think were Alina had gone, little did she know Chloe had spirited the petite Asian away in customised bondage suitcase, exploiting Alina’s size and flexibility. Chloe relished having seized a bonus prize, but for now put her mind to ensuring her primary victim came willingly as per the conditions of her contract. It took all of her charm and charisma to persuade Liz she was safe. It was a fine line calming the terrified model and explaining the cruel mechanism that held her in check. With a press of a button Chloe could activate the love egg inside Liz. Worse still, after two minutes out of range of the transmitter the egg would activate by itself; resulting in a humiliating public orgasm should Liz try to run. Chloe had forgotten that Alina’s Love egg worked on the same principle, and from her confined position the petite Asian suffered her fifth intense orgasm from within the suitcase safely stowed in the back of a moving car.
Chloe slowly and carefully explained how she could get the same fetish company that made the video of the blonde to trick Imogen into enduring a similar torture session. Liz was reluctant, but eventually Chloe made the argument that she only needed to meet the producers in order to be set free. ‘Well hopefully they will be less twisted than you!’ Liz thought to herself as she reluctantly agreed, dreading being forced to orgasm in public. Reluctantly Liz gave herself over to Chloe who helped her pack up from the hotel room and sign out guiding her through the lobby. Once deprived of the security of the hotel room Liz almost clung to Chloe, she dreaded getting too far away and the love egg within her activating. She hoped that she could meet these ‘producers’ and get away without being the victim of such tortures herself but she knew that would probably not be the case. At worst she would just be tortured and at best she would get to see Imogen suffer a similar fate, she recalled her mother’s words;
‘Nobody will give you something for nothing!’
To be continued....
It has completely gotten away from me, I have over 10,000 words and haven't got to the bit I planned to write about the redhead on the rack. I have split what I have in two and here is the first part.
WARNING: although not as hardcore and sexual as other stories I write, or the next part I am working on this story does feature some sexual stuff and some nipple torture described on a TV screen
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Elizabeth trembled under the Gothic models gaze. With her jet black hair and penetrating eyes the Dominatrix had an intimidating presence that made the demure brunette rethink her bid.
Quid pro quo! the Goth chick repeated, loving the way her petitioner squirmed.
- - - The night before - - -
It had been a week since Imogen had slept with Liz’s boyfriend Mark. The red-haired slut had deliberately left evidence before and after on social media for Elizabeth to see, satisfying her cuckold fetish and savouring the way she knew her fellow model must feel. Imogen loved dominating other women this way, making them feel powerless as she stole their boyfriends, especially when they were modelling or shooting in another country so there was nothing they could do but watch.
Elizabeth didn't have to look far to find other models who Imogen had wronged this way. Dozens of them came out of the woodwork to console her, even those who hadn't had their boyfriends stolen supplied stories of what a bitch Imogen was. The night before Liz’s encounter with the Goth chick, around six or seven such models had tried to console her. After a few drinks the models whispered in hushed towns about a popular urban legend: The fetish studio who tricked models into starring in their videos. Elizabeth was uncomfortable as Chloe: one of her companions insisted she knew of one such video. Despite her objections the video was found and streamed to the smart TV in her hotel room.
The video featured an elegant blonde being manhandled in a warehouse. Before long the poor woman was stripped naked by two burly masked men, the removal of her bra exposed two pierced nipples. Two silver rings glinting from her pink nipples that perfectly finished her pert breasts. Elizabeth curled her toes in her slippers. She watched as the poor woman was manacled and manoeuvred by the two men wearing pig masks and bloody butchers aprons. It wasn't long until the two men had the gagged blonde hung up by her ankles. Upside down the poor woman was forced to hold the long bar of a weightlifting set, her hands were secured in place with gaffer tape so that she couldn’t release her hold. Elizabeth could tell from the look in the model's eyes that this was all too much for the poor blonde. There was a close up shot that showed her desperation. Liz didn’t know whether the woman on her TV screen had been tricked or simply bitten off more than she could chew, but Liz dreaded ever finding herself in the poor woman's place.
The two men had cruelly taken the bar of its stand and were now adding weights at each end causing the poor blonde to scream into her gag as she was stretched out upside down. Liz squirmed and pulled her fluffy white dressing gown close, aside from Imogen the demure brunette wouldn't wish what she saw on her screen upon anyone; and the torture had barely even started!
"Woooah!" the entire room exclaimed in unison as the two men attached slender, strong chains to the poor blonde's nipple rings that attached to little loops on the floor.
"This is pretty hard-core!" Elizabeth murmured hoping to persuade her fellow models to put on a chick-flick or something else.
"Apparently the blonde you see tried to oust a certain Goth dominatrix and this is the price she paid for her schemes" Chloe replied, ensuring the video remained on.
Chloe was a spry model with a quick clever face. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. It had been her who had put the video on. Liz would have regretted inviting Chloe, if indeed she had invited her. The cunning model had simply shown up and Liz didn’t have the confidence to ask her to leave. Chloe was a year or so older than Liz and the two models had been in the same sorority. Chloe had administered Liz's initiation and knew both how terribly ticklish the demure brunette was, and also how her sexy body betrayed her when her feet were worshipped.
Chloe had a tickling and foot fetish and had taken many an opportunity to tease and torment her former pledge alongside other models in her little collection of tickle-toys. Liz avoided Chloe as a rule but had hoped that letting Chloe join in tonight wouldn't prove an issue. As the poor blonde struggled on her TV screen Liz knew she should have made a scene and insisted the cruel woman leave, but now she couldn’t think of a way to do so without inviting the inevitable tickle session.
On the TV the blonde shook as her two tormentors used feather dusters to tickle her all over, it was apparent this caused the chains to pull on her nipples rings which were tight enough to make even dangling from her ankles uncomfortable.
“That poor woman!” Liz moaned hoping one of her companions would spot her discomfort.
“This can’t be real!” One of the models added.
“By the look on the dumb slut’s face I would say its real!” Another model replied.
Liz curled her toes to try and bring her backless slippers tightly onto her feet, she tried to find an excuse to look away offering more wine to her guests who lounged on her hotel bed. Liz suspected from the look on the poor blonde’s bright red face that the video was real. With a cursory glances at the TV Liz caught glimpses of the blonde’s feet being tickled mercilessly, her soles taut having been secured by some leather device that pulled her toes back and secured them to her ankles. Another terrified glance revealed the men tormenting every spot, having particular success tickling the backs of the poor woman’s outstretched knees with their fingertips causing her to buck and squirm making the nipple bondage unbearable. Liz shuddered, her own sorority initiation had been bad enough but at least she had been tied to a comfortable bed. Liz sometimes still had nightmares about being blindfolded, tied down in a spread eagle and tickled with fingers and feathers all night long. The only way she had passed her initiation was from her captors discovering her arousal at having her soles licked and her toes nibbled, from then on they had only tickled her softly as they made a game out of seeing who could make her climax first, the hardest and the most times.
The video changed to show the blonde in a new position. The poor thing was strapped down tightly to a plank of wood with her arms stretched high above her head and her feet in some very basic stocks. At first Liz assumed they had tied her toes again but then she noticed a thin cord running parallel with the poor blonde’s body. A close up of the blonde’s soles showed the toe-ties running back through two metal loops attached to the top of the square stocks, as the camera traced over the blonde’s superb body it became apparent that the cords passed through these loops before being tightly secured to the two nipples rings that had already caused the poor blonde so much suffering. The camera returned to the blonde’s long pale feet which were pulled back tightly by the big toes only. The two men’s fingers approached slowly bearing feathers and the video changed to asplit screen with a view of the poor blonde’s breasts and face to counterpoint the close up of her desperately struggling feet. The struggling blonde tried not to curl her toes but instinctively did so as the feathers gliding under her toes causing the thin cords to tease her nipples via the rings. The men abandoned the feathers in favour of fingertips and it was clear their victim was too ticklish too keep still.
“You see I bet they filmed this bit first!” One model opined.
“I really don’t like watching this” Liz meekly mumbled as the blonde on her TV screen started to lose control, the desperation in her eyes crying out to Liz.
“Are we sure it is the same woman she looks different, far more pale….” Another chipped in.
“Of course she looks pale now, by the end of the last bit her face was as red as tomato!” Another model sarcastically replied.
“I really would prefer to watch something else….” Liz quietly repeated; embarrassed, nervous and ignored.
The blonde’s torture continued to escalate as toothbrushes and flossers were cruelly used on her toes exploiting the sensitive area just underneath each toe causing her to scrunch her feet such that the evil cords attached to her toes pulled on her nipples hard. A pair of female hands with black nail varnish had come into shot to torment her upper body before finding two feathers more effective on both nipples and underarms alike. The two men had taken to using a hairbrush on their victim’s arches and heels whilst using a flosser or electric toothbrush to torment their victim’s toes. This clearly seemed to drive their victim beyond her limits and gave credence to the theory that this part was shot first. Liz just hoped the video would be over soon and she had enough good friends to protect her from Chloe’s inevitable bid to satisfy her notorious interests. As the two men lifted their masks to add their tongues and teeth to their victim’s toe torment Liz decided enough was enough;
“Okay can we watch, or do something else please! You have proven your point Chloe!” Liz squeaked her voice quavering between her usual dulcet tones and a shrill shriek of quiet desperation.
“Have I?” Chloe began before adding; “Perhaps our little Liz wants some tickle fun of her own? What is the matter Lizzy? Seeing those toes get licked remind you of all our old sorority fun!”
“No!.. I…” Liz stuttered looking around for support and finding little, her so-called friend’s faces like hungry vixens.
Liz had made the mistake of sitting in the middle of a group of models whose warm bodies had seemed comforting up until now. Purring and giggling her comrades stroked and tugged at her soft body under its dressing gown and silky soft pyjamas. Liz was already giggling as they began to tug and tease at the warm dressing gown and softly seize her wrists and ankles. Liz tried to resist and reason with her comforters turned captors but she was too ticklish and the first prods and pokes had her laughing sweetly as she was manoeuvred for a hog-tie by half her captors and a spread eagle by the other half. Her attempts to convince her friends to stop fell short, Liz was so naturally submissive and sweet her desperate pleas were so masked by delightful giggles even the most kind-hearted of her captor believed that the poor brunette enjoyed this. Soon she was hogtied by the cord of her dressing gown and that of a friend, facing the TV so she could watch the far more intense torture of the blonde who now squirmed inside a giant cage.
“Oh Lizzy! Lizzy! Lizzy! Loo!” Chloe purred the definite ringleader of this cruel charade.
“Whatever are we going to do with you!” another model quipped.
It didn’t take long until Liz’s slippers were removed to reveal her long, slender fine-boned feet; a delicate size eight delight with high arches and perfect toes. Liz had received a ticklish pedicure earlier in the day which she had softly giggled throughout furthering the ‘she must like it’ theory that held the complete approval of the chuckling crowd. In truth Liz liked to be pampered and truly enjoyed being softly tickled and played with. However she dreaded the harsher tortures her sorority sisters had suffered and savoured, especially the mad cackling laughter and screams for mercy produced by harsher tickling and crueller tools such as flossers and hairbrushes.
So far Liz had never been pushed past her limits even during her last session when Chloe briefly introduced a horrible spiky metal wheel thing that had been run up and down the length of Liz’s soles in swift terrible motions. Liz had wailed and begged but Chloe’s penchant for lickling her to orgasm had rescued her from the cruel spiky wheel, but not from the humiliation of being forced to climax whilst wrapped tightly in a seaweed wrap her cruel captors had tricked her into.
As she squirmed in her hogtie Liz’s body was explored. Some of her captors hadn’t played tickling games like this before others rivalled Chloe for their intense interest. The hog tie wasn’t particularly restrictive but was new to Liz, it exposed almost all of her tickle spots apart from her tummy which was still exploited now and then by a hand that explored between the mattress and her pyjamas. Her feet were by far the favourite and her captors invented a game called ‘ring-around-the-Lizzy’ as they crowded around her in a circle. As they tickled they slowly moved clockwise such that each could take a turn caressing and tickling her soft pampered feet whilst having a fair chance at her sides, underarms neck and ribs on their way around. Every time Chloe took a turn at Liz’s pampered soles she would clasp each of her victim’s big toes between thumb and forefinger and use one hand to tease Liz’s deep sensitive arches whilst licking and nibbling the scrambling desperate toes.
Whilst Chloe’s administrations drove Liz crazy it only lasted about a minute which allowed her to conceal her arousal. By the third time Chloe circled round to Liz’s feet another model had tied her big toes together with a hair tie allowing Chloe to use both hands as she licked. Despite her desperation Liz felt her arousal rise, she didn’t know what it was about having her toes licked but it was like an expressway to her libido. It had come as a total surprise during her initiation and she still had no explanation for it now. The orgasms she endured were intense and humiliating and after the first two she would beg helplessly for more, lost to passion only to be abandoned to humiliation afterwards. It wasn’t until the girls ‘all moved one place on’ that Liz began to panic, the next girl had followed suit and started licking and nibbling.
“Good job Susanna!” Chloe cheered.
“Well it seems to tickle her worse than anything we do so we all decided to give it a try!” another model answered.
“Nooo!” Liz wailed her voice still punctuated by too many delightful giggles to be taken seriously.
On the TV screen the woman’s soles were now suffering a similar treatment only two cats were licking her soles clean of some sort of oil as she knelt in a terrible pair of stocks. Chloe no longer had time to feel sorry for the blonde on-screen as she struggled against her bonds hoping to avoid the humiliation of being forced to climax in front of her friends. The new lickler wasn’t as skilled as Chloe but still the sensations shot up the nerves in her legs making her tingle all over. The hog tie didn’t help as it caused her womanhood to rub deeply against a bundle of fabric as she squirmed. Most of Liz’s dressing gown had ended up trapped in the binds of her hog-tie and yet somehow one fold had ended up between her legs getting mixed up with a ruckle of her bedding creating a lump just the right size to translate her every movement into further arousal. The models had abandoned their game of ‘ring-around the-Lizzy’ to focus almost exclusively on their victim’s feet, some of them held her feet still whilst two explored her toes each sucking, nibbling and occasionally running their tongues up and down the gap under all five toes back and forth until Lizzy nearly burst. Chloe had positioned herself at Lizzy’s head and took great delight in blowing in her victim’s ear before whispering;
“I can make them stop if you agree to play another little game, you only need to nod!”
Inches away from abandon but still with enough modesty to wish for release Elizabeth frantically nodded, her hair was a mess and her eyes desperate. Chloe wanted nothing more than to keep going but she knew there were sweeter rewards if she was just patient.
“Oh everyone Alina hasn’t licked Lizzy’s toes yet!” Chloe announced drawing the collective attention to a petite Asian model who was holding Lizzy’s toes back nervously.
“No, I don’t want…” Alina protested as she was seized, she thought no-one had noticed how she had held back Liz’s toes for the next model each time.
Side by side Lizzy and Alina were laid out on the mattress with their wrists tied to the headboard and their feet tied to the foot of the bed. Liz was face down whilst Alina was face up, the Asian beauty proved a favourite and was gagged with one of the other model’s socks much to her utter distaste. Liz squirmed as her toes were somehow tied down with little bits of string; she had correctly guessed that her ankles were tied using the fabric belts of her companions dressing gowns that had been secured around the wooden legs of her bedframe, how they were tying her toes she didn’t know.
Liz continued to giggle the sweetest giggles as her toes were explored with a variety of soft make-up brushes. Next to her Alina screamed as around five or six women tormented every ticklish spot making her scream into her sock gag as sharp nails raked over sensitive soles and hungry fingertips explored every spot of her upper body focusing particularly on her smooth underarms and toned tummy, sometimes exploring the backs of her outstretched knees as she kicked futilely.
Once again Liz’s delightful response to softer tickles saved her such treatment, apart from a mascara brush that tormented her sensitive toes the sensations were almost enjoyable. Chloe was true to her word and didn’t not lick or nibble her toes but Suzanna it seemed had a similar foot fetish and would intersperse soft finger tips tickles with just enough lickle torture to keep Liz dangling dangerously close to the precipice of a humiliating orgasm. Sensing that Liz was close Chloe took a brief respite from her victim’s soles to tease the giggling writhing brunette’s neck with a soft sable brush.
“Chloe please! I’m ticklish! And… I…” Liz weakly pleaded.
“Shhh!” Chloe shushed stroking her pet’s soft, perfect dark brown hair.
“Just agree to come with me to meet some video producers and I will stop Susanna from licking your soles!” Chloe offered.
“Okay! Please … I can’t!” Liz moaned inches away from an orgasm as Susana ran her tongue up one arch as she tickled the other.
Again Chloe was true to her word and stopped Susanna from driving the desperate brunette to the intense climax she both craved and feared. Ever cruel and manipulative Chloe soon had Alina un-gagged and licking a nibbling the toes of each of her tormentors in a desperate plea to escape the intense tickle torture that had broken her resolve. It was clear to Liz as she made her way to the bathroom that Alina had not enjoyed the same lucky escape as her, the look of revolution on the poor Asian model’s face as she licked and nibbled tender toes and pampered soles was strikingly apparent. Tingling all over Liz curled her toes in the soft fuzzy slippers that felt so good to her hypersensitive skin. Liz stroked her thighs from the comfort of the locked bathroom, she could hear the other models giggling and thought of them tickling that bitch Imogen.
Liz pictured the redhead’s face screwed up in ticklish agony and screaming the way the poor blonde had in the awful video. She pictured cats licking her perfect pale arches the way the blonde had suffered in the video. Suddenly the orgasm Liz had resisted hit full force causing her legs to shake as she collapsed down to sit puling her pyjamas bottoms down so they would not be soaked in quim. Liz was careful to be quiet running both taps to cover the irresistible moans of pleasure as her slender index finger circled her clitoris, gently massaging a torrent of juice that dribbled down her fingers into the toilet bowl. Liz was shy about her sexuality and would have blushed if teased about taking the pressure off this way; but she also knew she was a soft breeze from climaxing hard in front of all her so-called friends, and despite not normally masturbating knew she needed this release. Quickly she cleaned herself up covering the pungent aroma of quim with some perfume.
Chloe considered teasing Liz about what she knew the shy brunette had been doing by the guilty look on her face, but the cruel model knew such verbal taunts would jeopardise her scheme. Instead she exploited a cruel loop-hole in the bargain Alina had made, all of the models had promised to stop tickling Alina if she sucked and nibbled her toes except for Liz who had been giggling next to her on the bed at the time. Cackling like Hyena’s the remaining models positioned the demure brunette in place and loosely tied her to their petite pet. Alina protested but by now the models were almost feverish with sadistic glee and there was no stopping them. Alina’s protests were silenced with another pair of socks as Liz was secured in place. Liz softly tickled Alina giggling as the other models softly tickled her in turn, Liz wiggled her toes loving the way the soft fingertips felt on her soles. Her friends were careful not to push her too far, each comforted themselves that they had succeeded in cheering the demure brunette up whilst also rejoicing at the tickle-fun that satisfied their ulterior desires. The models had cruelly stripped Alina down to her panties and her rock-hard nipples betrayed the humiliation of her arousal.
“Tickle her nipples, they are crying out for attention!” One of the models whispered to Liz.
Liz serenely ignored the model and continued the slow sensual assault of Alina’s outstretched underarms with two sable brushes. The other models murmured their agreement with the desire to see Alina’s nipples get the attention the deserved, slowly they increased their soft tickles until Liz was giggling and squirming as every ticklish spot was exploited by skilled finger, Liz resisted the torture as best as she could and it wasn’t until her ankles were seized and her toes licked and nibbled once more that she agreed to comply, knowing her body was still capable of betraying her.
Trembling and quivering Liz began to trace the two soft brushes around the outer edges of Alina’s pert breasts. The petite Asian whimpered and squirmed, her eyes pleading piteously as she tried to persuade her serene captor not to circle the brushes around to her hyper-sensitive areole. Liz giggled as her captors returned to give her the soft tickles she loved, slowly she ran the brushes in two spirals getting ever closer to the engorged nipples that grew larger and harder with each delicate touch. Liz knew that the petite Asian model was in ticklish agony and guessed that her nipples were ‘her spot’.
Liz felt sorry for her victim as she dreaded this sort of humiliation herself; but she also remembered her petite victim’s sharp deadly nails exploiting her arches in the seaweed wrap. Sometimes when Liz closed her eyes she could hear the cruel cackle as she had begged Alina to stop. Between the petite Asian’s nails and the spiky little wheel Chloe had used, the seaweed wrap had been the closest Liz had ever been to being pushed past her limits into the true tickle hell she had seen the blonde endure on her TV. ‘Oh how she wished she could torment Imogen in such a fashion’ Liz thought, not usually one to bear such sadistic thoughts. For now Liz would pay Alina back for the seaweed wrap and having teased her victim enough quickly flicked the brushes to an unexpected assault having circled away and towards the begging buds several times as she mused and purred.
The second the brushes made contact with Alina’s nipples the petite Asian’s trapped body heaved unable to endure no more torment nor ecstasy as her body betrayed her pride. Chloe began nuzzling Alina’s neck as other models cooed that since Alina’s was enjoying herself she clearly wanted more. Alina’s feet were pounced on by two hungry models who paid her back for the torment they had endured from her at their last sessions, meanwhile all of the more sadistic models staked a claim on their favourite tickle-spots of Alina’s orgasm-tenderised body. The torture lasted long into the night, the crueller ticklers focusing on Alina whilst those with softer tastes teasing and playing with Liz. Eventually only Liz, Alina and Chloe remained, each moaning under the administrations of a vibrating love-egg that Chloe had produced as the other models left. Liz was nearly delirious and would scarcely remember having her toes licked and nibbled until she agreed to accept the Trojan egg.
As Liz slowly awoke Chloe beheld her serene face as the demure brunette recalled the previous night and began to squirm in her loose bonds, clearly curious about the love-egg she felt inside of her. Liz looked around to find Alina gone and the egg held firmly in place by strange panties that comprised soft silk covered by leather and tiny little metal rings that looped together. The panties were skimpy but could not be removed thanks to two little padlocks at each of hips that connected to both the leather and the little metal rings.
Liz was frightened as even during the terrible seaweed wrap ordeal Chloe hadn’t been taken things this far. In her fear she didn’t think were Alina had gone, little did she know Chloe had spirited the petite Asian away in customised bondage suitcase, exploiting Alina’s size and flexibility. Chloe relished having seized a bonus prize, but for now put her mind to ensuring her primary victim came willingly as per the conditions of her contract. It took all of her charm and charisma to persuade Liz she was safe. It was a fine line calming the terrified model and explaining the cruel mechanism that held her in check. With a press of a button Chloe could activate the love egg inside Liz. Worse still, after two minutes out of range of the transmitter the egg would activate by itself; resulting in a humiliating public orgasm should Liz try to run. Chloe had forgotten that Alina’s Love egg worked on the same principle, and from her confined position the petite Asian suffered her fifth intense orgasm from within the suitcase safely stowed in the back of a moving car.
Chloe slowly and carefully explained how she could get the same fetish company that made the video of the blonde to trick Imogen into enduring a similar torture session. Liz was reluctant, but eventually Chloe made the argument that she only needed to meet the producers in order to be set free. ‘Well hopefully they will be less twisted than you!’ Liz thought to herself as she reluctantly agreed, dreading being forced to orgasm in public. Reluctantly Liz gave herself over to Chloe who helped her pack up from the hotel room and sign out guiding her through the lobby. Once deprived of the security of the hotel room Liz almost clung to Chloe, she dreaded getting too far away and the love egg within her activating. She hoped that she could meet these ‘producers’ and get away without being the victim of such tortures herself but she knew that would probably not be the case. At worst she would just be tortured and at best she would get to see Imogen suffer a similar fate, she recalled her mother’s words;
‘Nobody will give you something for nothing!’
To be continued....
