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QUID PRO QUO Part 2 f*/f fm/f (sexual, cruel)

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Here is a link to part 1 . This will now be split into at least 3 parts and I will eventually write the Imogen part.

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Liz scarcely remembered the taxi ride from her hotel to the fetish company’s studio. She later cursed herself wishing she had taken note of some landmarks along the way. Unfortunately the demure brunette model was too distracted by the unfamiliar and terrifying sensation of the love egg under her stylish clothes. After her night of tickle-fun and foot worship she had awoken in the cruel clutches of Chloe who had secured the love egg in place with some strange panties that locked at her hips.

After their Taxi reached the studio Chloe walked around the foyer admiring works of art. Liz kept close, unsure what the range was on the transmitter was. The way Chloe had snared the brunette model was simple and cruel; not only could she activate the love egg with a single click of a button but should Liz run then the love egg would activate as soon as it was out of range for too long, Chloe had been vague on the details of how far the transmitters range was. After a few minutes the doors opened and a strange variant of the click of high heels on the hard floor heralded the drinks which were brought by a model.

Liz stood shocked: ‘It was the blonde from the video!’ not only did the blonde’s sudden appearance shock Liz but also manner in which she was presented. Their host was gagged with her arms tied behind her back, wearing clear plastic high heels, nylon stockings and a short skirt and nothing else but a bow making her look like a half-dressed French maid. It wasn’t this that shocked Liz but the tray of drinks was suspended from chains attached to the blonde’s nipple rings. The tray was also attached to the blonde’s waist but it was clear it was intended to both humiliate and distress the bearer of drinks. Chloe grinned broadly, loving the voluptuous vision of cruelty. Beckoning the blonde she pretended to examine the drinks on offer; cruelly pushing one corner of the tray down so the chain pulled even more on one the blonde’s nipple rings. Liz took a step back as she watched the agony on the blonde maid’s face.

“Won’t you join us in a drink?” A new voice asked in such a dominating tone that Liz felt both terrified and strangely secure.

The voice came from a tall Gothic model with ivory skin and jet black hair wearing a skin tight black leather effect jumpsuit and enormous boots, there were bondage accessories attached to a big belt that hung off the Goth model’s shoulder as well as running around her waist. Liz spotted, feathers, brushes of all kinds and at least one of those awful spiky metal wheels. There were also remote controls and pagers attached to specially made leather pockets in the belt. It wasn’t just the dominatrix’s appearance that effected Liz but also her presence. Nervously Liz took a tall fluted glass of orange juice, having yet to eat breakfast.

“Ah excellent choice!...” The Goth model exclaimed as she grasped one of the chains supporting the tray, before adding:
“....A screw-driver!” As she spoke the Dominatrix twisted the chain close to the top causing the blonde’s nipple ring to turn and twist.

The blonde whimpered and yelped into her big red ball-gag before settling to desperate ragged breaths as a single tear ran down a cheek, this had been her life for eight months now!
Nervously Liz sipped at her drink, tasting the vodka and suddenly understanding the pun that accompanied the terrible act of cruelty that made her want to turn and run.
‘Could anything these freaks would do to her compare to the egg switching on?’ she thought, but the outer doors were locked now and she was in the lion’s den.
As the four women walked they were escorted by two burly men. Liz walked uncomfortably ever-aware of the egg trapped within her loins, she watched the blonde walk in front and noticed a similarity in her gait; she took slow short steps that made it difficult for her to keep pace. ‘It can’t just be the tray making her walk oddly’ Liz thought to herself, pitying the poor blonde.

Liz was guided to small room by the men whilst Chloe was taken away by the blonde and her mistress. Liz looked around as she waited in the small dressing room, it was sparsely decorated with a mirror on one wall and a TV screen on the other with nothing else but a chair, dressing table and a wardrobe containing a few burlesque items. One of the men brought her coffee and some toast while she waited.

“Is there anything else?” He asked as he left.

Liz just smiled and whispered “No!” In the meekest most terrified voice, something she regretted as she was ravenously hungry despite her terror. After finishing the toast Liz looked around the room. She couldn’t figure out how the TV might work, there were no buttons and no remote but it was clearly switched on. Liz suspected it was recording her somehow, just as she suspected the mirror was one of those two way things. After frantically searching all her pockets and her bag Liz suddenly realised Chloe must have palmed her phone and cursed herself for not calling for help earlier. After what felt like hours the door re-opened and the Goth model sauntered in.

“I suppose you must be very scared!” She asked.

Liz just nodded and tried not to examine any of the tools on her captor’s belt too closely.

“There is no need to be! If I wanted you, I would have captured you long before Chloe brought you here! You see my methods differ substantially from those of your friend, as do my attitudes and approaches…” The Goth model explained kindly, but still with such a dominating presence that it was all Liz could do not to curl up in the chair and bring her knees up to her chest and into her arms.

“…I gather you were shown one of my videos last night?” The Dominatrix asked.

Liz nodded meekly, remembering the blonde and hoping she would not suffer a similar fate. As she nodded Liz thought upon her captor’s words; ‘If I want you I can have you!’ was the message Liz interpreted rather than any form of comfort.

“Tst Tst Tst, such an infraction! Almost as bad as presuming to send me the contortionist in a suitcase, and not even as a gift I might add!....” The Goth Dominatrix continued.

Suddenly Liz remembered Alina; the petite Asian was beyond flexible and performed as both a contortionist and a model, her routine often involving fitting into seemingly impossible places. Liz had been so terrified by waking up in Chloe’s clutches she hadn’t stopped to think what had become of the third woman who had shared her hotel bed.

“…You see your friend Chloe doesn’t impress me, not only does she have the wrong attitude she fails to plan ahead or think of all the possibilities…”

Liz nodded allowed her captor to continue her soliloquy, hoping she wouldn’t be asked a question or exposed to the danger of being tortured. Noticing her guest squirm the Dominatrix produced the keys to the padlocks which kept Liz at the mercy of the egg. Liz suddenly remembered about the transmitter: ‘Chloe can’t be far away!’ she thought then eyes widened as she wondered how it was the Dominatrix came to have the keys: ‘possibilities?

“… Although this method of capture did impress me somewhat, and I guess I cannot begrudge her bringing me YOU”

“Me????” Liz asked in a terrified voice, remembering what the Dominatrix had said earlier about wanting her and having her.

“Yes you!” The Goth Dominatrix continued; “I have never been so struck by another’s beauty. I have heard a lot about you from models who like to playing tickling games, plus a few of your old sorority sisters. But it was in a restaurant in Buenos Aires that I was first struck by your beauty. I doubt of course if you remember me, or even noticed me…”.

It wasn’t phrased as a question but Liz still shyly shook her head.

“… You were with your boyfriend, the one the Redhead stole. He asked you something and you paused thinking about your answer looking like an angel as you did so. In the pause he lost his temper, and what was it he shouted…. Oh yes!... “No! Don’t just sit there looking fucking stupid!” The Dominatrix concluded imitating Mark’s London accent almost perfectly.

Liz thought; she remembered the restaurant, she remembered thousands of other incidents were Mark had spoken to her the same way. True she had been heartbroken by him cheating on her but she didn’t really miss him. In her dominant tones her hostess’ next words seemed to strike a chord deep within her psyche;

“You deserve to be treated so much better than that”.

Liz nodded and remembered all the other times Imogen had made her feel small and insignificant. She felt slightly more comfortable than she had felt so far and nervously picked up the keys off the table.

“I shall give you a moment to change, you are free to go. Unless there is anything we can do for you” Her hostess offered.

As Liz removed the egg and the panties she thought about her fantasy of Imogen getting tickle tortured. As she eased a set of red and black lacy panties under her skirt she considered that she had been allowed to pass un-molested by these people. She wondered what had happened to Alina and precisely where Chloe was. When fully dressed Liz found that the door was still locked so she knocked nervously.

The door reopened and her hostess re-entered, shyly the demure brunette took a step away and reconsidered asking about Imogen. A smile from her hostess changed her mind and a nervous voice she began:

“I… I … wa… I borrowed some of the panties from” Liz stumbled losing her nerve.

“Keep them!” Her hostess replied.

“Could you tickle Imogen for me?” Liz meekly asked.

“Easily!” Came the single word reply.

There was an awkward silence in which Liz looked into the Dominatrix’s piercing stare than away to the mirror, noticing the little speakers for the first time.

'Quid pro quo!' The Dominatrix intoned, breaking the silence.

“… wh…wha?” Liz stuttered.

“If you want us to take revenge on Imogen for you, and yes we know all about her! Then you will have to let me have some fun with you, after all I have heard lots of…. Interesting things about you!”

“I… I… I…” Liz stuttered, wondering if she would still be allowed to escape.

'Quid pro quo!' Repeated.

The silence seemed to last forever. Liz sensed this was a critical moment in her life where two paths were open to her.

“I will be gentle, I promise! I just want to try a few things with a softer gentler, sensitive angel of a tickle-toy like you” The Goth Dominatrix sweetly explained.

“How will you tickle Imogen?” Liz asked.

“However you want!” Came the quick reply, followed by; “Of course it will be a lot worse than anything you will suffer!”

“And you are sure this is all legal?” Liz asked, suddenly worrying about her modelling career.

“It will be, we will trick her into signing a contract” Her host replied.

“Does that work? What if she reads…” Liz began.

“They never do!” Her hostess replied with a laugh, swiftly producing a remote control and pointing it at the TV.

On the TV appeared Chloe signing a contract in a room that looked a lot like the one Liz was in now. The video quickly changed to Alina signing a similar contract, then to Chloe signing another contract with an eager smile on her face. Suddenly Liz realised that in the second clip Chloe was wearing the clothes she had worn that morning in the taxi.

“Where is Chloe now?!” Liz asked nervously.

“Look behind you!” Came the reply.

Liz knew before she turned that the mirror was one of those like Police interviews. Through the freshly opened one way window she saw Chloe stretched out on a table, naked gagged and struggling against her bonds. The room was like a medieval torture chamber with tickle-tools and other bondage devices displayed proudly on all of the walls. Chloe lay on her back strapped down tightly to a special wooden table with four extensions, one for each of her limbs. The main part of the table supported Chloe’s back and ass whilst her head was strapped at the forehead to a low sturdy shelf that stretched her delicate neck out.

Liz was shocked, she had no idea Chloe had been in the next room all along. ‘It is the room last night’s video was filmed in!’ Liz suddenly realised, remembering and recognising the equipment used to torture the blonde. Chloe was completely immobilised and helpless, even her ponytail had been incorporated into the tight bondage holding her head down to the low shelf alongside the straps and gag.

“Okay send her in!” The Dominatrix said to a receiver in her collar.

A door opened and Alina entered grinning evilly holding a long horsewhip with three feathers attached to the end strap. Alina was wearing a tight leather collar that supported a tight black satin dress that ended in a mini-skirt and was belted at the waist with a similar accessory belt to that which the Goth Dominatrix wore. On her legs were nylons and transparent high heels like the ones the blonde had worn in the foyer. Slowly she entered waving cruelly, extending and flexing the razor sharp nails of one hand for her victim to see. Chloe began freaking out and tried to escape, her frantic struggles barely making the torture table shake.

“…Why… wh… why?” Liz stumbled.

“As I said, I disapprove of Chloe’s methods. She trapped poor Alina and a suitcase and had her sent to me like laundry, not even as a gift! Little did she know Alina has an axe to grind and has taken out a contract to pay back her for a previous torture session she endured after Chloe sabotaged some of her magic-show equipment trapping her in one of her little boxes for a tickle session….”

As the dominatrix spoke Alina began circling Chloe trying to decide where to tickle first. As she pondered she gently teased her victim with the feather end of her implement and occasionally slapped Chloe’s soles that were held immobilised in tight toe-ties.

“It was in Chloe’s first contract that if she breached any of the terms she would suffer like this, bringing Alina in too counts as breach of contract. When signing her second contract she failed to read the reciprocity clause, these two will spend a good few weeks getting a chance to tickle and torture one another for my entertainment!” The Goth Dominatrix gloated.

“Who was Chloe’s contract to bring in?” Liz asked.

Her hostess turned surprised at the pertinent question;
“Well you are here aren’t you?.... Honestly I just wanted to meet you sweetie!”

“And are you going to try and trick me with a contract with that?” Liz asked quizzically.

“Only if you don’t read it properly or break any of the terms and conditions” Came the reply.

As Chloe’s was tortured by Alina Liz read through her contract, amazed at how the writer seemed to have predicted this exact scenario!

1.1 The supplicant must remove her shoes whilst reading this contract up on the table so I can see them and their reflection in the mirror.

Liz sighed and removed her strappy sandals placing her delicate size eights on the table, wiggling her toes in the cool air and crossing one ankle over the other. As she looked through the window she noticed how her own reflection was also visible just faintly in the slightly reflective surface of the mirror. ‘Of course both sides are reflective, just one more so than the other’ Liz remembered from a science lesson. Through the window she watched as Alina used two of the horrible little spiky metal wheels on Chloe’s pink soles.

1.2 The supplicant must look up and watch some of her procurer’s punishment once per minute and whenever prompted.

Chloe was desperate now; the Wartenburg wheels were too much for her to endure, especially after Alina had sensitivised her soles by slapping them with her riding crop. Liz squirmed uncomfortably, this contract reminded her of a cruel exam and she expected the last question would somehow trick into a similar torture session if she wasn’t careful. Discretely she leafed through the pages to check if she was being tricked by following these first two requirement. There was no such trickery and Liz hadn’t signed yet anyway. The demure brunette returned to her place at the start of the document.

1.3 Soft feather tickles must be tested on toes, soles, arches and heels for a period of one minute before the contract is final.

‘Okay’ Liz thought; ‘I can stand that!’

1.4 Light finger tickles will also be tested if the feet do not remain absolutely motionless.
‘I see where this is going’ Liz thought amazed that this was on the first page.

1.5 If the feet are pulled away from me during the completion of requirement 1.4 a five minute session in the stocks will be required during which feathers and fingers are to be endured.

1.6 If the toes do not remain splayed out during the above requirement toe-ties will be introduced and the clock reset to five minutes.

1.7 A demonstration of the effect of foot worship on the supplicant will be necessary to satisfy the supplier’s curiosity.


The Goth chick coughed, attracting Liz’s attention. Liz inwardly reminded herself to check the window after reading every requirement to avoid breaking the second rule. In the time Liz had been reading two men had entered and were placing cats at Chloe’s soles. Something oily had been spread on Chloe’s toes and soles. Chloe was clearly in distress despite her strict bondage. Alina was verbally teasing her and tickling her neck with feathers. With a click of the button the Goth chick activated the speakers.

“Oooh! Yes revenge is sweet! As sweet as the treats for the kitties that will lick your feet!” Alina’s voice purred rhyming and chiming.

Chloe’s screams were muffled by the gag but it was obvious she was desperate to escape, her toes were splayed out by the thin cords of her toes ties that offered little protection to her sensitive digits and exposed every spot in between. The cats looked eager and hungry whilst Chloe was frantic and furious, her face was turning red with rage as her captor gloated;

“Ohhh! I am going to enjoy watching you suffer so much! The kitten torture is the worst! Soon their rough tongues will lick your ticklish soles finding every spot in between your toes and making your feet even more ticklish with every lick!” Alina beamed loving the sense of power she felt.

Liz forgot about the contract and watched aghast as the cats began to lick Chloe’s immobilised soles. They started at her toes which struggled the little they could against the toe ties, it was clear Chloe couldn’t take the torture she liked to dish out. The cats lapped away at her soles focusing mostly on the toes but chasing the tasty oil as it ran down her arches causing Chloe to scream into her gag. Alina had started using her fingertips on Chloe’s underarms and neck still verbally teasing her desperate victim;

“Ohhhh! Is little Chloe ticklish?! Can’t she take the torture she likes to dish out?!.... Too bad this is just the start, when they cats are finished with you then I am going scrub your soles! The next step on the path to total unbearable hyper-sensitivity!.. And trust me you won’t be able to stand the scrubbing phase!”

Liz curled her toes unable to imagine how the cat’s tongues must feel and felt almost sorry for Chloe, the shy brunette was still furious about the way the bronze-haired sadist had tricked her here, hijacked her pity-party… and not to mention the seaweed wrap incident. But still Liz felt bad for Chloe; a small part of her felt that this was a fitting punishment though, and wished to inflict a similar punishment on Imogen. Liz watched eager to see ‘the scrubbing phase’.

“Ah yes the process!” The Dominatrix intoned, guessing Liz’s train of thought.

As Liz watched Chloe suffer her host explained all about their cruel: ‘sensitivising process’. It began with either cats or goat licking brine or oil from the soles unless callouses needed removing first, Chloe had kept her feet in perfect condition so they had started with the specially trained cats which her Goth hostess revealed ate from her soles whenever she was short of victims. Liz curled her toes glancing down at the next clause;

1.8 After the completion of the above requirement the supplicant will be required to reciprocate licking honey from the soles of the supplier.

‘She gets off on having her feet licked too’ Liz thought as her host continued, describing how after a certain point most soles reached a ‘sweet spot’ where they were made extra sensitive by the exfoliating action of the cat’s tongues and ready for ‘the scrubbing phase’. Liz nodded meekly her eyes growing wider as her host explained how it was important to leave at least some of the top layer of skin in place such that the soles could be scrubbed with hot soapy water making them even more sensitive. The dominatrix decided to cut her explanation short as her prize looked nervous;

“And after the scrubbing, well I will let you watch!” She quipped, unaware how this made Liz even more nervous.

Liz continued to read her contract occasionally glancing up to watch Alina torment poor Chloe. Eventually the cats were removed as Liz reached her second read-through of the document. True to the dominatrix’s instruction hot soapy water and scrubbing brushes were brought in and the two men used a selection of stiff bristled brushes to scrub at Chloe’s already bright pink soles. Alina used an electric toothbrush to torment her victim’s toes with the foamy soapy bubbles. Liz would never forget the look of sadistic pleasure on the petite Asian model’s face or the look of pure ticklish agony on Chloe’s face as each toe was freed, held by hand and tortured with the horrible spinning bristles. By the end of the scrubbing phase Chloe’s feet were almost bright red with her arches a delightful rosy pink.

Liz wondered what would happen next and tried to scan the document for some terrible loophole that would expose her to torture like this. She didn’t have to wonder long as two hairdryers were produced and positioned at Chloe’s wet dripping soles. Liz was confused; ‘do hairdryer’s tickle?’ she thought to herself.

“The heat t’ phase!” Her hostess exclaimed, dropping the word ‘torture’ and trying to disguise the first letter in the last letter of ‘heat’ as she spoke.

“Are they going to burn her!” Liz whispered with a shiver of fear.

“Oh no! They will ensure that there is no pain! We even have some special oil to allow the skin to be heated without pain or damage. The heat merely excites every nerve ending, making the victim even more ticklish!”

Liz was barely subdued, Chloe had stopped screaming but she could not help but worry as she glanced up from her contract watching as Chloe’s soles grew ever redder with each glance. Once Chloe’s soles were slick with oil hot stones were used instead of the hairdryers making Chloe scream once more.

“You see how even the smooth touch of a flat round stone now tickles poor Chloe? Imagine then what Alina’s nails will do?” The dominatrix boasted.

Liz was both terrified and intrigued. She had never thought about processes that could make someone more ticklish before and she couldn’t help but replace Chloe with Imogen in her mind. Finally the time had come for Alina’s real revenge.

“Pick a number between three and nine!” The dominatrix ordered calmly.

“Seven” Liz replied obediently watching as Alina teased Chloe one last time wiggling her terrible nails for the restrained model to see.

“Very well!” The dominatrix replied.

“Is that how long Chloe has to suffer for?” Liz asked.

“Not exactly, you see Alina is wearing a device not unlike the crude love egg Chloe brought you here with. Unlike that leash of humiliation though… Alina’s reins are more subtle. When switched off they keep her permanently aroused as long as she keeps moving, should I switch them on… Well she won’t be able to resist for long!” Came the reply.

Liz didn’t fully understand but worried that she may only have seven minutes to check her contract. After multiple re-readings interspersed by scenes from the torture chamber Liz had found it to seem fairly safe. Only one passage was vague enough for her to consider querying it;

2.4 The supplicant will engage in training where required. The supplicant will be required to apply techniques at the supplier’s direction to facilitate the fulfilment of other supplicant’s contracts.

It was just vague enough to be a trap, or put Liz in a situation she would not be comfortable with. Other than that, it seemed as if the dominatrix or ‘supplier’ only really seemed to want to play with her gently and despite her captor’s obvious sadism Liz felt strangely safe. She had been saved from Chloe who now screamed as two of Alina’s nails traced her hyper-sensitive arches.

Before long all of Alina’s deadly nails skittered gently across the hot pink skin of Chloe’s soles driving Chloe far beyond the threshold of her endurance. Chloe would have passed out were it not for the ‘endurance and hyperawareness’ injection she had received as she was restrained. Never before had Chloe suffered like this, even when watching the videos her captors produced had she believed such suffering was possible. There was nowhere for her to turn, no way to escape the torment. Not only was her physical bondage absolute but her mind did not allow her to focus away from the torture at her soles, every touch was like a knife stripping her of her sanity. The seven minutes felt like an eternity to Chloe.

Alina meanwhile was grinning broadly as her nails drove Chloe beyond the brink. ‘This is what you get for locking me in a suit case!... This is what you get for messing with my show’s equipment’ Alina thought to herself. The petite Asian beauty had a strange fetish that accompanied her love of tickle torture. She both feared and adored being contained tightly in small spaces. Provided she was in control and knew she could get out then being contained tightly in a restrictive space was an utter delight to Alina. But if she couldn’t get out, then that was her greatest fear! There was an odd overlap between phobia and philia, the ever present risk that she might get trapped somehow, made Alina tingle. It was this that Chloe had used to torture her trapping her in her own little box and tickling her as she struggled. During the ordeal Chloe had returned the device to its original state but as she did so she kept tickling Alina making her squirm and kick, now unable to escape due to her involuntary responses to her captor’s tickling fingers.

Now Chloe was paying the full price for this cruel trick. Alina had made good use of her seven minutes of sadist’s heaven to rake and flick her nails across taut arches and used both brushes, tools and eventually her teeth and tongue on Chloe’s trapped toes. Liz watched as her hostess pressed another button on the controls at her waist, nothing visible through the window changed and yet she had a sense of foreboding as she watched. Alina was so lost in her sadistic revelry that she did not at first notice the little pearls that snuggly held her labia and clitoris come to life. It took about a minute for the petite Asian to realise that they were now vibrating softly on their own rather than teasing her in response to every movement. Still Alina continued to torture Chloe, unaware of the danger she was in.

The little pearl strands had been teasing Alina throughout Chloe’s torture session, the petite Asian had experimented with such equipment before and noted they were not cruelly adjusted like those she guessed the blonde maid wore, she had been free to move without discomfort or even the possibility of the little pearl strands making her climax. Foolishly she had thought that this component of her costume was an extra treat to make her revenge all the sweeter: She was wrong.

Liz first started to notice Alina falter as Chloe’s torture hit the ten minute mark. Her expert nails still tried to scrabble over taut soles but the rest of Alina’s body buckled as the first wave of pleasure threatened to engulf her.

“What???” Liz meekly asked.

‘Why?’ Alina suddenly thought as she instinctively tried to resist.

“Once Alina submits to the stimulation device under her skirt the detectors in her costume will activate the stockings, rendering her powerless to resist being secured in place for the reciprocity clause in her contract” The Dominatrix explained, as she did so Alina bent at abdomen seizing the table for support.

Liz watched intrigued, noting the expression on Alina’s face. The gleeful sadistic grin had been replaced by the unmistakable mask of pleasure so intense it made her heart-shaped face seem distressed. There was something else, Alina had started to stamp her feet in the strange translucent high heels that offered a delightful view of her stocking feet within. As this strange dance went on Alina seemed to dance more frantically running her hands over her thighs as if trying to brush something away. The dominatrix switched the speakers back on, Liz hadn’t realised they had been switched off but supposed this must have been done as she was reading. Now Alina’s panic laughter filled the room.

“Haha haha haa haa! Switch them off! Haha! Haha! haa haa!!!! SWITCH THEM OFF!!!!” Alina’s voice was heard to beg.

“What is tickling her?” Liz asked confused.

“The stockings and the electric current running through them at the precise frequency of her nerve endings!....” The dominatrix replied. “…Quite ingenious really, it allows us to tickle nerves that aren’t even close to the surface of the skin. They also react with pressure applied to the shoes so that the sensations vary as the soles of the shoes come into contact with the ground. I have programmed the intensity to increase as Alina continues to climax.”

Liz was horrified, Chloe looked confused, if relieved. Two men entered and seized the struggling Asian beauty who kicked and writhed as she was manacled to the far wall.

“When will you stop?” Liz asked.

“When I have your answer, you must either leave with a non-disclosure agreement signed. Or agree to stay and play for a week or two whilst we put plans into motions for this Imogen harlot!” Came the reply.

Liz was horrified. She dreaded the torture that was being inflicted upon Alina. The petite Asian beauty pulled at the two chains that held her wrists high above her head. The men had loosely chained her ankles and she desperately stamped her feet trying to get rid of the tickling sensations out of instinct, unaware how each stamp made her torment worse. The two men decided to have one last bit of fun with Chloe and took a foot each using their skilled fingertips to drive the bronze haired beauty back into tickle hell.

As Chloe screamed into her gag Alina danced the terrible dance as the pearl strands drove her into a maelstrom of agony and ecstasy, each orgasm causing the terrible stockings to turn each wave of pleasure into howling screams of ticklishness everywhere the awful stockings touched her. Stimulators in the rest of her costume added to her torment. These activated next to the receptors that monitored Alina’s heart-rate, blood pressure and all the other subtle indicators of how her body was responding to the little pearls. Alina desperately kicked and struggled like a woman possessed as the ticklish sensations spread to her underarms, tummy, sides and neck the sheer fabric of her kinky costume coming alive like a thousand ticklish fingers and feathers that haunted her orgasm-sensitive skin.

“TAKE IT OFF!!! TAKE IT AWAY!!!! IT’S TOO MUCH!!!! I CAN’T BEAR IT!!!!” Alina wailed to the torture chamber in general.

Her cries where heard and Liz signed unable to watch even her former tormentors endure such agony. Cackling the Dominatrix answered Alina over the microphone;

“As you wish! GUARDS! STRIP HER!”

With an adjustment of the remote controls on her belt the Dominatrix turned down the stimulators embedded in Alina’s clothing such that the guards were able to strip her of all but the stockings, shoes and the pearl strand panties that were revealed for Liz to behold.

“And now provided Chloe has endured she will have a chance for revenge, would you like something to eat before we watch?” The dominatrix asked Liz.

Liz meekly asked for some tea and perhaps a sandwich, she dreaded that she had missed some clause in the agreement and the nervousness and terror mixed in her stomach with hunger. The mirror returned to show only her reflection as the dominatrix left. As Liz nibbled a sandwich brought to her by the blonde on her cruel tray the Dominatrix returned.

“I’m afraid Chloe is not adequately articulate or sufficiently lucid to put on a show for us. Since you have decided to join us perhaps this is fortuitous as a demonstration as described in section 2.4 of your agreement….”

Liz thought for a moment, she had signed in order to stop the torture of her admittedly unfaithful friends. She wasn’t sure if she was able to torture them in the same manner she had watched earlier. Liz was also nervous of both a trap and disappointing her mistress, she remembered the contract and replied;

“But what about sections 1.3 through to 1.8, should not those be satisfied first?”

The dominatrix smiled and replied; “Ah eager to be tickled rather than tickle, I like that! I shall have the guards prepare your friends and arrange some entertainments for them whilst they wait for us…”


To be continued...
 
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