Sasha (and Sally) at the Christmas Faire FF/FF (partially sexual)

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Hi all. Here is a story I had 90% finished last Christmas. It mutated from an idea I had whilst writing this story (the Amira one I wrote last year which is a side story to others in my Krampella series. I had another idea which you will see coming in at the end. I plan to finish the Amira story and make it consistent with this one (which I didn't quite mange whilst writing it on my phone and now I will need to re-read what I wrote last year in order to do that). As always I plan to come back to unfinished stories like this and hopefully 2026 will be the year that I finally do.

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Sasha sat and cried. She was at some stupid Christmas fair she had stopped at, after being too tired to drive. She didn't even know where she was. She had angrily driven away after finding out her boyfriend was leaving her, whether he had been having an affair she didn't know. She had snapped the moment she had correctly guessed what he was planning and berated him, a tear-strewn onslaught of recriminations being followed by a hysterical fugit state of fleeing.

Things hadn't been right for months and the ever inquisitive Sasha had set about finding out why. Few of her previous relationships had lasted this long, there had been a time when Nigel holding her in his arms had made everything in the world seem alright, but for the past few months the cuddles were reluctant and he had been spending far less time with her.

Sasha was clever and couldn't help correcting her boyfriend or interrupting him when he paused to remember the next word in a sentence, whatever it was he was about to say, she would say it for him. It was something about her that had driven previous boyfriends insane, but Nigel hadn't been like that!... At least not at first.

Sasha knew she had upset him somehow at some point but hoped it would blow over. Instead he had fallen in love with Katie! That soft, dumpy, quietly spoken girl she always trusted Nigel would just remain friends with, despite the two of them having all those deep conversations. Katie and Nigel were a match. Sasha and Nigel were not. She knew he had been planning to do this after Christmas but her intelligence and curiosity had moved it forwards.

Sasha sat and sobbed and tried not to draw attention to herself as she fixed her make-up, moving away from some of the performers and their friend, a middle-eastern woman who strangely eyed her hungrily. Most of the people at this thing just ignored her or looked at her with pity Sasha decided to skulk off somewhere quieter to cry.

Sasha sat and sobbed, putting up with three different women who tried to make her feel better. She just wanted to be left alone. She had been spiralling like a corkscrew, not wanting to talk to anyone who would try to make her feel better… least of all her parents.

This had been the same old story time and time again. Sasha the clever leggy blonde with two PhDs not being able to hold down a man because she apparently didn't understand people. Sasha had it all, brains, money, looks and despite what she was constantly told she could read most people like a book. She had endured so many boyfriends who could not cope with the fact that she out-earned and could out think them. Their fragile egos eventually made a long-term relationship impossible. There had been one other exception before Nigel. But he had been worse.

Tim the tickler. He would pretend to not mind anything she did but he would always tickle her. Either as a quick poke when she interrupted him socially, or when she was relaxing barefoot or in socks. People thought it was funny but Sasha hated to be tickled, it was literally her one weakness. The worst had come when she had put some things she had wanted in a box under his bed when he was pretending to be busy. By this stage Sasha had bought some knee high snug slipper-booties to protect her feet and thought she had finally made herself clear. It had been a few months since Tim had last tickled Sasha when, cursing and muttering she crawled under his bed where he had put the bait behind a row of wedged heavy boxes.

With a shriek Sasha realised her mistake as her boyfriend seized both of her ankles and began removing the protective slippers. Cursing her foolishness Sasha's heart had pounded.

"No Tim! Seriously I am not Fucking joking! Tickle me and we are fucking finished!" Sasha had threatened having been tied and tickled once before in her life.

Her boyfriend just laughed and pulled away her thin white socks exposing her flawless feet. Sasha clawed at the boxes as she struggled feeling rope around her ankles. She tried to escape as her boyfriend switched on the stereo to cover her screams. He placed some kind of cushion under her feet and tied her toes together. By now Sasha was frantic pleading with him not to do this. Slowly he began with a feather eliciting screams. Cruelly he had tickled her all afternoon and on into the night; using his fingertips, a selection of brushes and devices Sasha recognised as hairbrushes and electric toothbrushes. Being familiar with the sensations they produced from a previous ordeal when she was a student in America.

With a shudder Sasha remembered the awful time under the bed, Tim had tickled her until she passed out. Sasha had then awoken gagged and tied to the bed for round two; which that last all night long with both of her feet as well as her upper body being tortured slowly. Trembling as her mind inevitably replayed the events as she reviewed her history of failed relationships Sasha shuddered being thankful for only three things; the fact that the torture had eventually stopped, the fact that this time it had only been one person tickling her and Tim had not made her orgasm like... 'No!' Sasha stopped herself thinking about 'Hell night'.

Feeling dehydrated and tired Sasha decided to try to get a coffee and some water, maybe something to eat would help. She had been crying so hard her body was craving salt. Sasha tried to find the little café she had seen the performers and their Muslim friend head to that morning that had been under a little archway of Holly and Ivy decorated with little Christmas decorations. Somehow it had gone and there was only a hedge where she was sure it had been.

Instead she found another café and got another coffee having been driving angrily through all of the previous night. It must be 9:30am she thought... Maybe even ten o'clock in the morning... 'I should go home and get some sleep' she thought to herself before bursting into tears once more as she thought about her bed and home. Nigel was one of the few boyfriends she had properly moved in with, and any thoughts of home led to him and what she had lost.

Yet another woman tried to comfort her and Sasha patiently listened to the tired platitudes and anecdotes from the short middle-aged do-gooder as she drank her water and ate her bacon wrap that ended years of veganism. Quietly she pretended that 'things were slightly better' so that the annoying perky little woman would leave her alone.

Sasha sat and finished her coffee feeling embarrassed about her make-up which had run down her face again. She wore a purple dress and high heels from the night before and must have stood out a mile. Finished with her sandwich she went to the café's toilet to fix her make-up and apply just a little more. The crying had left her face looking washed out and she was sure she was cried out now so a little more eyeshadow would surely be fine. She was just about ready to leave this.... Garden centre?.... Christmas market?.... 'What the hell even was this place?!...' Sasha thought to herself.

Making her way back to her car Sasha passed the stage where the elves had been earlier and stopped with a horrible sense of dread that gripped her soul. There was laughter, both from the crowd and from the stage….. that noise... the kind of laughter that was produced only by torturous tickling! The type of torment Sasha dreaded!

Sasha turned and looked, unable to help herself. There was a woman locked in a set of stocks on stage. Sasha already knew what was happening by the laughter but was shocked to see four or more women dressed up as elves tickling the poor woman mercilessly. Two scrubbing her feet with hairbrushes whilst more tickled her legs and upper body, her underarms exposed as her arms were held up above her head. The poor thing was hysterical it took a moment for Sasha to realise she recognised the struggling victim, it was the petite middle-eastern woman who had looked at her so strangely earlier only now without the Bourka and her face was different?!... But those were definitely the cute boots she had worn strewn on the stage at the foot of the stocks.

Sasha’s mind moved fast, she did not have time to contemplate if it was the same middle-eastern woman she remembered seeing talking with some of the women wearing elf costumes as they had been setting up... Whatever this was...

"What the fuck!" Sasha exclaimed in shock at the brazen display of medieval kinky nastiness.

"Oh glad to see you are feeling better love!" A bubbly middle-aged woman exclaimed.

Sasha didn't acknowledge the woman, who was the one who had tried to console her in the café earlier. She was transfixed by what was happening on the stage. They had stripped the poor woman down to a pair of shorts and a matching cute top with little watermelon patterns adorning the light blue fabric. It was offering her little protection from the absolute no-barred tickle-torture which continued unabated. 'How was everyone just watching this and laughing!' Sasha thought to herself as she turned and tried to walk through the silly little woman who was still attempting to talk to her.

"Whoah! Careful Darlin'!... OI'm not as steady on me ‘ol pins as I used to be!" The woman said holding Sasha by the wrist and trying the calm her.

Sasha thought the woman seemed remarkably steady and stable and was annoyed that she wasn't getting out of her way.

"How are they allowed to do this?! That must be so many code violations!" Sasha declared in her perfect English accent.

"Well Oi don't know about that. They wuz 'ere las’ year and 'ad that brown 'aired girl in the stocks...." The woman answered in her broad accent.

Sasha scoffed derisively, she spoke perfect English alongside four other languages fluently. She had grown up in America and moved to England at the age of 10 after her parents' divorce and had learned a lovely English accent to blend in. What she could never understand was why all the silly groups of people dotted around the place couldn't learn to speak their own language properly...

"Also some fella' over there was sayin' they saw 'er or ‘er sister with ‘em, back before I wuz 'ere. So she is prob'erly one of the crew as it were!" The woman carried on, she was short, quite pretty for her age with curly auburn hair down to her shoulders and fast green eyes which darted quickly showing that her mind was quicker than her speech.

Sasha turned and looked again at the small middle-eastern woman who was really getting it. Sasha was somehow sure she had a different face to the woman she had seen that morning, although that could be a trick of the mind due to her lack of sleep and the tears that spattered her eyes during the morning; although Sasha wasn't usually wrong about these things. The women in elf costumes had tied the poor things’ toes back to the stocks and with a shudder Sasha remembered Tim tying both of her big toes together and pulling the string back under the cushion somehow. They had also tied her toes when... 'No!'

Sasha closed her eyes and shut the trauma of her night-long punishment out of her mind. She tried again to leave but the silly woman had held her hand and was still talking to her.

“C’mon now!... it's all alright, all in good fun! Stay and watch the show, I'm Sally by the way" The woman insisted to Sasha's annoyance.

Sasha tried to make some excuse but something on stage had intrigued her. The poor thing in the stocks had rolled her eyes back in her head and with and exerted look on her face was breathing heavily despite being gagged with something. The red-haired elf who seemed to be running this thing was talking to the crowd about sending the woman to the South Pole.

"Shouldn't that be the North Pole?" Someone in the crowd shouted out as a joke.

"Perhaps… but that is up from here, not down!" The elf replied whimsically.

As she spoke the small woman in the stocks. Seemed to come alive with a fury as an elf with pigtails squeezed and tickled her thighs. All the elves renewed their efforts as the stocks began to clatter and shake as the woman began to shake violently. 'Oh my God!' Sasha whispered to herself as she suddenly recognised what was happening to the poor woman. The elf made some kind of quip and pulled a long white and red lever, causing the stocks to descend quickly into the stage below.

The crowd applauded at this trick as the trap door closed, there wasn't enough room for the stocks within the few feet that the stage was raised from the floor and they expectantly waited to see what would happen next. Sasha didn't listen to what the red-haired elf had to say as she tried again to make her escape.

"They can't do things like this in public, there have to be laws...". Sasha exclaimed as she tried to struggle away from her new unwanted friend.

"Oh it's all in good fun!" The middle-aged woman said for about the fifth time, adding "They prob, prob, prob…berley plant 'em in the audience like I said..."

On stage the red haired elf was saying something about spreading Christmas cheer and asking if anyone needed cheering up this festive season.

"This one pro-berley does!" The small auburn woman shouted out to Sasha's utter dismay.

She tried to run but two or three other people who had seen her crying cheered their approval and moved to block her escape. Some tried to see if she was already wearing a discrete microphone or if there were any other clues that she was a plant.

"Let's see if they only takes people wot they 'as planted in the audience!" The middle-aged woman jokingly insisted as she walked arm in arm with her new young friend.

Afterwards Sasha wasn't sure how they had got her up on stage. She vaguely remembered walking up on stage with the woman but had no idea why she didn't just run. The red-haired elf made show of interviewing the two women speaking mostly to Sally: the short middle-aged woman who seemed so excited to be there. Sasha felt she ought to smile and look happy so that they didn't try to cheer her up. The red-haired elf said something about the best presents coming from within. And suddenly everything went dark.

The crowd applauded, one of the other elves had snuck up on the blonde and comically placed a large box over her from above. The box was made-up to look like a Christmas present with a big red bow adorning green and gold wrapping paper. Sasha struggled and screamed trying to fight whatever was going on. The box was lifted and light returned to her senses dazzling her.

Desperately Sasha struggled, somehow she was now sitting in a similar pair of stocks to the set the small middle-eastern woman had been sat in before only her wrists were secured to the bench she sat on instead of above her head. She wasn't sure how they had got her into the stocks, after trapped. The crowd applauded merrily drowning out her pleas;

"No you can't do this! LET ME GO!!!"

Sasha was growing angry, her purple dress had disappeared to be replaced with a red and white sexy Santa outfit with red stockings and a silly Santa's hat. She had yet to notice the change in clothing being too enraged. The middle-aged auburn woman was laughing too.

"Oh! I had no idea you was one of ‘em lot!" Sally exclaimed happily

"I'm not... Listen!... Call the police!... You have to stop this!" Sasha pleaded with the stupid woman.

"Oh that's very convincing! When I got tickled in the stocks in Italy they made up something about me not having a pass...." Sally rambled to Sasha's annoyance.

The red haired elf was addressing the audience and asking them questions about spreading cheer. Meanwhile two of the other elves were comically brandishing enormous feathers that were larger than they were. The red haired elf turned to Sasha and began to ask her what she could do to cheer her up.

"Look just get me out of this thing! I swear if any of you lay so much as finger on me I will sue you for everything you have got!...."

"Ooooh!... Sometimes when people are feeling down at Christmas they can lash out!... Not to worry something sweet usually cheers them up!..."

As she spoke the elves gagged Sasha with a giant colourful gobstopper as she screamed, struggled and protested. Sasha tried to spit out the gag but it was secured behind her head with some kind of strap. The crowd were leering at her and she felt a deep sense of humiliation, finally noticing the costume change from her elegant, if conspicuous purple dress to the silly red and white festive costume. Wiggling her toes Sasha realised her high heels had been replaced by scrappy red open toed sandals. Desperately her toes struggled to escape, Sasha hated her feet being exposed and hated the feel of the straps and stockings. She shook her head and tried to reach someone in the crowd with her eyes. Meanwhile the red haired elf turned to address the crowd, comically bumping into the middle-aged auburn woman.

"Oh hello!" She said to the crowd's amusement.

"Hiya love!" Sally answered sweetly.

"...Is... There anything I can help you with?..." The red haired elf asked, feigning confusion.

"Well… if you have another set of stocks I wouldn't mind joining in your little show..." Sally replied excitedly.

The crowd loved this new twist, the red haired elf used it to distract them from the genuine distress and panic of the blonde who was so frantic that her desperate attempts at escape looked like comedic overacting. The short middle-aged woman was pretty enough, that the crowd enjoyed watching her feign distress as a pillory was brought over from one of the oversized boxes disguised as Christmas presents. There were three holes in the wood which was painted to look like gingerbread, a large central hole for Sally’s neck and two smaller ones for her wrists. The device was held up by two posts set into a raised circular platform which the auburn woman eagerly climbed onto, taking her boots of as she examined the leather straps set into the wooden base.

"Turns out some people are desperate for a little Christmas cheer!" The red haired elf quipped.

Sally tingled as she felt the pillory close over her neck and wrists. She had dreamed of this ever since she saw the performers tickling women last year. She had been Christmas shopping with a few of her family so couldn't really watch the show properly, or insist they give her a good tickling too! This year she had made sure to come along alone, she had only been planning to watch but was excited at the prospect of being tickled again.

Sally fondly remembered being detained by the men in medieval costumes back in the 90’s and despite her embarrassment had thoroughly enjoyed the excitement of being tickled in the stocks. She had once only a few family photos to remember the experience, until she found herself on YouTube that was. Sally had found out about this year's event was by locating the 'black hole' in the venue's schedule; guessing from some of the YouTube comments that certain people couldn't be trusted to treat it as 'harmless fun'.

Some of the elves began teasing Sally and began to secure her ankles and calves to the little circular platform upon which she knelt and she wiggled her toes in warm tights under thick wool socks.

Sally watched as the poor blonde seemed to be really struggling. 'Now if I didn't know she was planted in the audience I would really believe she wanted to get out!' Sally thought to herself as the elves began to remove her thick socks. Sally started giggling as the elf with pig tails began to tickle her upper body.

"Oh yes! We love a willing volunteer..." The elf with pig tails whispered in the struggling woman's ear.

"Oi mean it's all in good fun!" Sally answered between giggles.

"Good fun for us!... Good fun for you too as you clearly love it!" The kinky elf teased her.

The two elves who had been strapping Sally's ankles down began tickling her feet through her dark brown tights. Sally let out a surprised squeak not being able to see behind her. Her ample bosom rose and fell as she struggled to the delight of the crowd. Sally blushed; she had been sat in the stocks as a much younger woman and although she felt people eyes on her back then, this kneeling position made her ample and firm breasts hang down in her warm conservative top. No-one in the crowd could see down her top but her large breasts were noticeable as they jiggled.

Slowly the little circular platform Sally knelt on started to rotate to the delight of the crowd. It was not fast enough to make Sally dizzy but made her squeal and struggle, what was it these things were called? 'A lazy Susan?' Sally thought as she enjoyed the ride. One of the elves tickling her feet climbed aboard and used both hands on her arches. Sally hadn't noticed but somehow they had buckled each of her big toes so her feet were now largely immobile. The men in Italy had done something similar to her, only back then she had watched as it happened being astounded at the little leather buckles. These elves seemed to be experts and she quickly became hysterical. The kinky elf with the pig tails continued to tickle her upper body laughing alone as the slowly turning Merry-go-round rotated.

In the stocks poor Sasha was struggling and trying to spit out her gobstopper-gag, hating the way the sticky sugar was getting on her face. She pushed in with her tongue but it just wouldn't come out. Desperately she wiggled her feet, hating the strappy open toed stilettos. 'what had these freaks down with her clothes' she thought, hating the loss of her expensive outfit as much as she hated the humiliation of being forced to wear this cheap costume.

Sasha heard the red haired elf talking to the crowd about the stupid short woman, whom they were doing something to behind her, Sasha had tried to turn her head but one of the elves standing behind her began massaging her shoulders.
Sasha could only just about get a massage from a professional she trusted but would never let them touch her feet. The woman behind her offered little comfort.

"So as you can see we have demonstrated three ways of spreading Christmas cheer" The red-haired elf told the crowd before adding;

"Here you have sweets, a nice shoulder rub and making people laugh...."

The crowd approvingly murmured hoping they would get to see the blonde endure a similar treatment to the small auburn woman.

"Blondie here doesn't seem to be relaxed enough to enjoy her shoulder massage..." The red haired elf continued.

Sasha screamed in protest. Both at what she suspected was coming and being called 'blondie'. Despite having two PhD's and not fitting the stereotype of the 'ditsy blonde' in any way she was plagued by blonde jokes from idiots.

"... Now I am wondering if walking around in high heels has left her stressed...." The red haired elf pondered aloud into her clip-on microphone.

Sasha shook her head violent and screamed as her captor continued;

"... Perhaps taking those uncomfortable shoes off and giving her a nice foot massage would calm her down..."

The crowd roared their approval as two of the elves began to unbuckle the red high heels. Sasha tried to wiggle her feet to stop them but to no avail; soon her long elegant feet were on display in the sheer red stockings, toes splaying and flexing. As much as Sasha had hated the shoes she now missed the protection they offered her. The elves began to massage her feet which made her squirm and jump. Ever since her ordeal Sasha had hated people even touching her feet. What was worse was the way the elves were cooing and whispering in her ears.

"Ohhh yes!!! You are a silly sensitive seductress who needs a nice massage to calm down!..." One of them purred as if they were speaking to cat.

Sasha responded with a mixture of anger and desperate squirming and struggling. She hated being patronised almost as much as she hated to be touched. Her feet were being massaged by a demure pale brunette and a gothic elf with skin the colour that Sasha liked her coffee. She found it harder to focus on the other elves, not just because they were mostly behind her, somehow the two at her feet somehow more .... 'real'.

"Don't squirm now! Keep your feet still or we will give you a reason to squirm!" One of the elves purred. It was odd, Sasha caught a glimpse of straw coloured hair but the elf teasing her sounded just like the red head who still worked the crowd.

Sasha tried to keep still but the gothic elf was purposefully tickling her. The demure elf seemed to be at least trying to massage her left foot whilst the evil gothic elf purposefully let her nails glide over the sheer silk, kept a micron away from Sasha's sensitive right arch. The elves swapped feet whilst others 'massaged' Sasha's legs with a cruel kneading touch that made her howl into her sticky gobstopper gag. The red haired elf continued to address the crowd talking about how this 'silly girl' had been walking in high heels and needed a nice foot and leg massage.

The crowd appeared to eagerly want to see more. Some even shouted her the elves to tickle her. Sasha wished one of them, just one would attempt a rescue or call the police. She saw some of them on their phones but her hearts sank when she realised they were trying to take a video her humiliation, not call the police. She was too desperate to notice them frown and their phones and jab the touchscreens angrily as the devices wouldn't work. Sasha was humiliated, certain she would be all over social media by the end of the day.

The red haired elf was talking about taking pets for a walk and was holding something up. Sasha couldn't see what it was but did not have to wait long. It was some kind of pet massager consisting of three little spiky arms that attached to a central domed handle. The other elves unwrapped more from little boxes scattered around the stocks. Some had four arms others lots of smaller spiky nibs attached to a longer paddle. Sasha squirmed,dreading the sensations she knew were coming her way. As the crowd watched in awe she heard them discuss her.

"Wow! She looks even more frantic than that short chick they had in the stocks earlier and they have barely even started..." Some bearded guy in a Christmas jumper commented.

"God I hope she is okay!.... I would hate to be humiliated on stage like that!" His tall gangly girlfriend added, her compassionate eyes behind big glasses.

"Nah! They are actresses I reckon!" Her boyfriend replied.

"Twins!..." And older man chipped in before adding; "I saw a thing about it on TV once.... Only way they could have gotten her costume changed so quick!"

Sasha struggled as the pet massagers made contact with her soles. The conversation made her desperation worse, she tried to make eye contact with the tall woman who seemed the most likely to help her, but the woman was talking to her boyfriend trying to persuade him to go elsewhere. Desperately she tried to reach the woman with her eyes but it just looked like comedic over acting. 'No... look up! Look at me! See that I hate this and get me out of here before they start tickling me some other way!'

The pet massagers tickled but were also oddly soothing. Sasha still struggled and squirmed dreading any new form of tickle-torture. The pet massagers were weird, mentally her captors noted that they might be more effective on bare feet. Bare feet would be necessary for the next phase of the show. Sasha didn't understand what was going on but Sally did...

In the pillory Sally, had been tickled silly. It hadn't been like this in Italy! The men had just stocked her, tickled her slightly for a few minutes and then let her go. A part of her had wished it had gone on longer but these women were taking things a bit too far. Sally had never been tickled by women before and found the female elves knew just were and how to touch and tickle, making her sigh between giggles. The kinky elf with pigtails whispered in her ear that they were 'barely getting started' and that she was 'a very naughty girl'. The verbal teasing not only made Sally more ticklish but also was getting her hot.

Sally had never really considered the implications of letting this lot tickle her. Over the past year it had been a fantasy to both tickle and be tickled on stage, she had fantasised about the show she had only seen glimpses of but, she had never thought being on the receiving end would turn her on like this. Her breasts tingled and swelled as she struggled, feeling plumper and like they had when she was younger.

The orchestrator of the poor woman's torment smiled to herself and thought: 'surely nobody would mind if she made the woman five years younger'... She was mostly focusing on her new protégé and the blonde who had been a prize she craved for years. This plump little pudding was a bonus though. Her minions tore away Sally's nylons and began to secure all ten of her bare toes.

"We hope those nylons were not of sentimental value!.... We shall of course replace them with some ultra sheer ones that will make you even more ticklish..." The kinky elf teased

Sally squealed and whooped, the turning device and the increased torment making her face flush with exhilaration.

"You have no idea! The right sheer silk can make a sensitive woman tremble just from a slight breeze" the elf continued.

Sally remembered this particular elf from last year. Watching her tickle and get tickled had been a highlight of her memories. She reminded her of that Harley cartoon-clown girl her son had liked. As her bare feet were tickled with fingers and the pet massagers she struggled and sighed, finding she didn't have the voice to protest that enough was enough.

Back in the stocks Sasha was hysterical. The elves had insisted she needed to be barefoot for a proper relaxing massage and had ripped the red silk stocks open before oiling her feet and massaging her struggling soles. A few foot care products were demonstrated on her struggling bare feet to the delight of the crowd. These included pumice stones, pedicure devices and other devices that tickled the desperate blonde. The pedicure was largely unnecessary, Sasha could just about manage to keep her soles pink and fresh herself, hating any part of her body to be unsightly. Every single pedicure device tickled poor Sasha, who squirmed and struggled and squealed into her gobstopper-gag.

With the pedicure complete the elves began tying back Sasha’s toes to the stocks one by one as they cleaned the oil from her soles using a special ceramic scraper. Sasha went berserk, she had hated the strappy sandals because she hated the feel of anything constraining her feet. Tim tying her toes had been bad but even worse had been 'hell night' when each of her toes had been tied back like this.

With Sasha's feet immobile and clean two elves approached with some buckets and brushes. 'No!... not scrubbing!' Sasha thought as she squirmed and struggled. Instead the elves applied some kind of goo to her soles, Sasha hated the sensation and wasn't sure what was happening. She caught sight of a woman with two chocolate brown Labradors, the dogs were wearing silly Christmas antlers and festive body warmers.

"Yes as some of you saw earlier we must remind you that a dog is for life! Not just for Christmas!... The red haired elf explained to the crowd.

"Just wait until you feel their tongues on your soles!" One of the elves whispered in Sasha's ear as the dogs were brought over.

Sasha struggled as much as the stocks would allow. She hated dogs and hated germs, the idea of being forced to sit as they licked her feet clean of whatever goo had been applied to them was a nightmare. Frantically she struggled rattling the bench that she was secured to. One of the elves held her in a bear hug tickling her as she stopped her struggles. The second the first dog's tongue touched Sasha’s sole she went berserk. This was a new form of torture she had never even dreamed of.

During her 'hell night's Sasha had been kidnapped and tickle-tortured all night long by what must have been most of her fellow students, a few guys had licked her feet and sucked or nibbled her toes that night, but the dogs were something else. They licked relentlessly until more of the goo was applied, this time specifically to the area between Sasha’s toes with finer brushes. The torture continued until tears were running down her face making her make-up run.

Finally the dog we're taken away to taste Sally's soles making the busty auburn wench squeal. Sasha's ordeal was far from over though the elves had brought forth some pales of hot soapy water and scrubbing brushes and proceeded to scrub her feet clean. Sasha went berserk, the stuff bristled brushes were pure torture. She struggled, laughed, bucked and thrashed. The sticky goo from her gobstopper gag had made a mess of her face and neck. Her soft sensitive soles were subjected to mechanical washing brushes for her arches and heels and smaller point brushes for between her toes. Her gobstopper gag was reduced to a size where she could be heard to beg;

"STTTTHHHHPPP TTTTHHHHCCKKKKKKLLLLHNNG MMHHHHEEE!"

Just as she thought she was passing out the torture stopped all except for two burly matron like elves who held her in a double bear hug and licked her neck and face clean of the sticky sugary goo.

At the pillory Sally had been subjected to a short session at the tongues of the dogs and then suffered a similar sole scrubbing only for two rescue cats to be placed at her soles. Her begging resulted in a gobstopper gag being applied as she hit the point of frantically struggling and insisting she had been tickled enough as the cats started licking her arches and toes. Although not as brutal as the dogs, the raspy cats’ tongues got between Sally’s toes which were splayed out helplessly by the little loops of elastic. For some reason this sensation combined with the verbal teasing was both pure torture and a direct line to her already throbbing libido.

"We tickle wenches that volunteer for torture, hard!... Harder and for longer!...." The kinky elf teased her.

"And I am going to be extra cruel because I can see your nipples are as hard as bullets through your top!" The gothic elf chimed in.

"I bet you a session she climaxes within the next twenty minutes!" The Kinky elf whispered.

"You're on Kinky! But no sneakily touching her pussy or nips whilst she is on stage!" The gothic elf replied.

"Deal, but I am going to be extra cruel to both her and you when she can't hold it in..." Kinky whispered with a coy look, she didn't care if she got to torture the sexy gothic elf or would be made to suffer at her hands; but the sweet torture would be delicious and cruel.

"Do you hear that! We are going to tickle you to orgasm in front of all these people!" The gothic elf purred.

"And even if you can resist twenty minutes we are going to keep tickling until can’t hold it in any longer!" Kinky added.

"Have you ever been forced to orgasm publicly before?...." The gothic elf whispered in Sally's hot ear.

"It is humiliating.... Sometimes we play love egg roulette... We each slip a vibrating egg in discretely under fancy clothes and go to the fanciest, poshest restaurant. Whoever's remote is drawn from the bag will be made to resist as the rest of as pass it between us". Kinky purred.

Sally's eyes opened wide and darted back and forth as she listened. She imagined these sexy elves playing this game. The cats were slowly licking her helpless toes which curled as much as the elastic bonds would allow.

"We start off on tease mode and slowly turn it up until we know who it is buzzing away inside of.... Gothie whispered in Sally's other ear.

"And whoever is holding the remote when she finally loses control takes a torture session on the bed next to her" Kinky whispered as she tickled Sally's thighs just right.

The auburn wench exploded into a humiliating orgasm, she felt the crowd watching her and was glad of the gag. As the orgasm hit she felt the torture of the cats’ tongues become even more intense, the elves continued to tickle her all over as they verbally teased.

"Oh yes! You like picturing that! Don't you!... And I think I have won Gothie as my tickle-toy for the night!"

"Damn it!" Gothie moaned, Kinky was cruel and knew exactly how to tickle her, not that she didn’t love it! But she had planned something special for pigtailed performer.

"Oh yes last time we played that little game Gothie here climaxed so hard she got us thrown out of a very sleek and stylish Italian restaurant after I turned it up to the BRZZTDT TTDZDT TTDZST setting I know she cannot resist. I was in the mood to get tickled mercilessly and watch her get the same treatment as me in the ceiling mirror..."

As Kinky spoke Sally felt orgasm number two coming in hot. Something about picturing these sexy young things playing these games got her hot. Somehow she could just see the two of them tied spread eagle on a bed getting worked over by six or more of their friends. Sally's fantasies over the past year had always been accompanied by some sexual undertones but nothing this kinky. She was already red in the face and tingling all over. The elves kept tickling and she just kept cumming harder and harder. Sally no longer cared, her muffled cries changed between pleas for mercy and semi-coherent pleas for more, as her soles were scrubbed clean with hot soapy water.

The cruel elves pushed her through ecstasy to the agony of post orgasm sensitivity as they resumed rotating the lazy Susan which had been largely paused for the 'kitten torture' so that the crowd could see. They knew full well she wouldn't be able to stand it once her soles got the same treatment as the blonde.

Sasha was still suffering in the stocks. Her soles had been scrubbed clean and were now being heated with two hairdryers. The red haired elf made some sort of quip about;

"Keeping warm this Christmas"

Sasha felt the heat spread all over her soles which had been oiled again, the heat felt good: her soles were heated to the point just before pain and allowed to redden perfectly but Sasha knew this was prelude to intense torture she could not stand. The bitches had done this to her on 'hell night' and she could no longer mentally look away from the awful trauma of her severe punishment received at the hands of the many guys she had teased and the girlfriend's she had stolen some of them from back when she was a student in America. Her soles had been tickled, scrubbed and slapped; but it was the roasting that had made them hypersensitive to even the slightest touch.

"Oh we know you are going to love this!... We have heard all about you!" The straw haired elf whispered in her ear again.

Sasha's mind raced. 'What could she mean...'
'how could they...' her mind created conspiracies as her soles were roasted to perfection.

"Now as some of you may have made out from out lovely volunteer's muffled cries she has been asking us to 'stop tickling her!'.... A curious request given we have been helping her spread Christmas cheer through supporting animals, giving her feet a nice clean and making sure she keeps warm this winter!" The red haired elf explained to the crowd.

Sasha was struggling as much as the stocks would allow. She knew she couldn't take this, she knew the humiliation such torture could bring. She desperately tried to reach someone in the crowd but it was like they were under some spell.

"... So how about we show her what real tickling is!..." The red haired elf asked the crowd.

She was answered by thunderous applause by the crowd who had been waiting to see the struggling blonde get tickled. One of the elves cleaned Sasha's makeup from her face with a wipe, not wanting the crowd to show her any sympathy. The wipe seemed to magically make her look refreshed as it cleaned away the mascara from her cheeks.

The red haired elf approached the stocks for the first time. Fluttering her long red nails with white snowflakes painted perfectly in the centre.

"Do you like my manicure honey?" She asked Sasha.

Sasha shook her head and pleaded into the remains of her gobstopper gag which seemed to have ceased dribbling as she had reached a foam core.

"That's not very nice! Perhaps you will prefer to feel them rather than see them!" The red haired elf fluttered her nails over Sasha's bright pink arches making her buck and thrash. Two elves hugged her tightly as she did so.

The nails on her now hypersensitive soles were worse than anything Sasha had ever experienced. They sent a direct message of panic to her overwhelmed brain making her almost vibrate in the vice like grip of the two elves hugging her tightly.

The red haired elf returned to address the crowd half of whom wanted to see more half of which were astounded. The other elves began softly teasing Sasha's soles with feathers making her scream and struggle. Even the soft feather touches were unbearable.

"So who wants to see us tickle blondie!" The red haired elf asked, sensing her spell was starting to fade. Half the crowd roared in approval, around half what she showed for.

"Are they really torturing that woman?" A concerned soccer-mom asked.

"...she has to be a volunteer along with her twin sister, you missed the magic trick earlier..." A man answered.

Sasha desperately tried to reach the woman with her eyes but again her distress looked like comedic over acting. The elves were having fun with her still stocking clad legs and tickling her upper body too, but it was her hypersensitive bare feet that really suffered. Even the softest touch was pure agony for her. Some of the elves positioned something behind her but she was too hysterical to notice what.

"Now as you have seen our lovely blonde volunteer's feet are a great way to spread mirth and laugher but they are not the only spot!" The red haired elf explained to the crowd as Sasha enjoyed a brief respite as the two poles behind her were secured to the bench upon which she sat.

"... Unfortunately our volunteer's seated position makes these slightly inaccessible..."

Sasha twisted and looks above her to see a bar suspend from the top of the poles with two leather wrist cuffs attached to chain desperately she struggled but to no avail 'how could everyone in the crowd be okay with this?'

Keys were produced for her wrist cuffs and grinning the elves began to surround being sure not to block the crowd's view of their next trick.

"Hands up for tickle torture! Who wants more!..." The red haired elf cooed.

As she spoke Sasha's wrists were released. To her surprise she felt each of her arms raise up like an eager school-girl eager to answer their teacher's question. Within seconds her wrists were seized and secured in the leather cuffs. Desperately Sasha struggled, not sure why she had just raised both hands.

Laughing the red haired elf announced: "Look at this eager little tickle-bunny!"

"See I told you...." Sasha heard a man in the crowd say out loud.

Sasha's heart sank. There was no hope of a daring hero to rescue her now! She had basically just volunteered for more torture. Worst of all even more elves seemed to surround her to ensure that no spot would go un-tickled. With her arms above her head her underarms were subjected to fingers and feathers. Her flat tummy was mercilessly tickled as were her thighs, the bench was adjusted so that the backs of her knees were kept outstretched for soft fingertips to tease them.

The worst torture was still inflicted upon her feet. The elves used all the tools at their disposal including electric toothbrushes and flossers for her toes and little spiky wheels that drove her crazy as they run up and down her arches. Her feet were oiled and roasted again to 'stop them getting cold'. Then they were subjected to hairbrushes. Sasha was too sensitive to stand the evil little bristles even without the roasting, but with her feet this hypersensitive the sensations pushed her beyond agony into arousal.

Sasha knew this had happened during her 'hell night' ordeal but it had taken longer to get her there. After each group had been carefully orchestrated to torment Sasha following her initial capture: each thinking only them and a few others were in on the scheme, finally the most sadistic and vengeful were brought back for her 'ultimate torture' and 'ultimate humiliation'. They tickled her until her nipples were hard and her pussy dripping wet.

After hours of sexual denial she had begged to be fucked. Begged for her pussy to be feathered more, a treat the ringleader awarded to only a trusted few fellow female ticklers. Sasha remembered the muffled voice whispering 'if she cum's we do the same to you!'

They had told her that they had filmed her begging to be fucked and also begging to be tickled, something they had made her do. They kept her begging for a long.... long.... time. Eventually the ringleader got fed up with the men offering to fuck her and secured a thick crotch rope over Sasha's smouldering pussy so they could 'tickle her properly' without these interruptions. As the torture resumed the crotch rope came to life instantly pushing Sasha to orgasm.

Sasha had been craving the release for hours, what she hadn't expected was that her body would become even more hyper sensitive post-orgasm. Cruelly her captors had tickled her all night long until dawn. She awoke in her bed exhausted. She had tried to complain but all of the suspects had cast-iron alibis; the suspected ring-leader was working on a personal project for the dean that night.

Now Sasha felt her body betray her mind once more. She felt her nipples harden under the red silky fabric of the top she would never have chosen to wear. Her pussy began to tingle as her thighs and hips were relentlessly tickled, each electric sensation darting from one tickle spot to another and electrifying the nerve endings in between.

Sasha began to beg incoherently for more, the foam core of her gobstopper gag muffling her desperate need for release. Occasionally she would stop and look out at the crowd feeling their eyes on her as she struggled and begged. Even her 'hell night's ordeal had not been as bad as this, she had been spared the humiliation of the video’s release despite blabbering to the dean who unbeknown to her had quietly taken a turn feathering her soles around 3am during one of the final 'shift changes'. Now Sasha felt the hungry eyes on her and her libido retreated until the tickling grew so bad she screwed up her eyes and forgot the crowd.

Sasha knew she couldn't climax from tickle-torture alone. A lesson her 'hell night' had taught her. She began to wish the elves tickling her thighs would stray a little higher as her smouldering pussy started to throb, longing to be touched. Suddenly the intense tickle torture stopped only to be replaced by a new sensation:

COLD!!!!

The elves had tipped several buckets of what felt like snow over her hot, heaving body. Sasha screamed in frustration as the crowd laughed. The cold was so intense but somehow her clothes didn't seem wet. The elves picked up handfuls of the cold snow and used it to cool her feet. The crowd laughed as the red haired elf addressed them joyfully;

"It seems our lovely volunteer needed cooling off!..."

The crowd laughed as Sasha screamed into her gag and the older woman rotated slowly behind her red faced and hysterical and the elves tickled her and tickled her as fifteen years of pent up sexual frustration made its way out of her hot body.

"Do you want to see a magic trick?" The red haired elf asked the crowd to roars of approval.

The many elves produced some festive fabric and quickly covered both the stocks and the pillory with a swish and co-ordinated fling. With two smoke bombs added for effect the crowd beheld in awe as the small auburn woman now sat in the stocks with her arms raised above her head.

"Oi 'ow did you do that!" Sally exclaimed

Sasha now knelt in the pillory wearing her stylish purple dress and black high heels. She was surrounded by three elves including the one with pigtails, the gothic one and a third she couldn't see. Her gobstopper gag had been replaced with a different one that felt soft and tasted like toffee. Desperately she struggled but to no avail. She watched the crowd as the lazy Susan upon which the pillory stood slowly turned. She watched the crowd gawp at her and thought she could actually see people mouth the word: 'twins'.

Sally didn't have to lip read. As flabbergasted as she was her position closer to the crowd let her hear them discuss how the trick was done: "Twins! I told you! Look the blonde is back in her purple dress!"

Sally was now genuinely distressed. She had no idea how the elves had trabsported her to be in the stocks. Suddenly everything had gotten dark and with a rustle of fabric she found herself blinking at the stage lights in a 'Misses Christmas' costume comprising a red silky dress with white trimming and red sheer stockings and a festive Santa hat. She curled her toes in the unfamiliar fabric finding that the cool breeze tickle against her small but cute feet. Something else she noticed was that her panties had changed she no longer felt her sensible winter underwear but wore something silky and sultry that was not soaked through with quim. Her body still tingled but somehow she felt refreshed.

"Don't worry!.... We can make you climax hard multiple times in front of all these people all over again!" A cruel elf with straw coloured hair whispered in her ear.

Sally opened her mouth to scream and was instantly gagged by one of the elves. She could see the crowd leering at her in her silly sultry costume and tried to make sense of how she had ended up in the stocks. The elves wasted no time in tickling her, holding her toes to keep her arches taut and sensitive in the stockings. Her underarms proved more ticklish with her arms stretched high above her head and her tummy, sides, rubs and legs enjoyed no protection from the many probing and squeezing fingers. The elves were all over her, making her squeal and shake. The stocks rattled but held firm. She could hear the crowd talking about her.

"She must be a twin too! Look her clothes are different!" One man said to his friend.

"I mean she was a MILF before but now she is a smoking hot MILF...." His friend answered.

"Shouldn't that be MILT...." The first man quipped

"Well I'm definitely enjoying watching her get tickled!..."

Sally tried to glare at them but was too hysterical from the elves all-out onslaught. She had been tickled torturously by three or four elves in the rotating pillory but this could only be described as maximum overdrive. She could feel her libido responding, it did not slowly build teasingly like it had down the first time and the proximity of the crowd made her try to fight it.

In the pillory Sasha was struggling as her toes were secured with little leather buckles and horrible loops of elastic. She had fought to keep her high heels and struggled to avoid the toe-restraints but to no avail.

"Cor! This one is a fighter!" The gothic elf declared as she finally secured Sasha's left big toe.

"Tickling must really be torture for her!" The elf with pigtails replied.

Sasha screamed into her gag trying desperately to make sense of how she had been transported from the stocks to the pillory, trying to make sense of anything since she found herself on stage.

"And she is out of luck because we are just the meanest ticklers..." The gothic elf as she tested Sasha's trapped taut arch with her long black fingernails.

"Especially when we capture a spoilt blonde who deserves it..." The elf with pig tails concluded.

Sasha lost the rest of the conversation to her own screams as both of the cruel elves tested her soles with their long sharp nails. They each took up a position by her calves so they could tickle as the lazy-susan slowly turned. Sasha struggled and squirmed as other elves explored her upper body. The crowd went past Sasha’s eyes slowly, she saw them gawping at her and then beheld the auburn woman who came into view struggling in the stocks. After this Sasha watched the festive scenery at the back of the stage go past her eyes as the elves started using electric toothbrushes and flossers on her toes to the delight of the crowd. Sasha caught a glimpse of herself in a large mirror through tear stained eyes, it was there so the that crowd could see her from all angles but added to her humiliation on each turn as she watched herself get tickle tortured into a hot mess of red-faced agony and arousal as every part of her ticklish body was explored. With each slow rotation she would look more distraught and dishevelled. Sasha's make-up didn't run anymore but her elegant dress left her little dignity as she turned, tingled and trembled as she felt her body slowly start to betray her mind. The gothic elf had moved to torment Sasha's upper body so she could verbally tease her victim.

"Yes the boss told us all about you...!" Gothie purred, adding; "...you can't get there without something touching you down there...."

Sasha's eyes widened: 'How could these freaks possibly know that!'

"And I do love to make blonde bimbo's beg!" Gothie purred seductively.

Sasha shrieked a protest at being called a bimbo. 'She had two PhDs and....' Her internal rage was cut short by the application of hairbrushes to her taut helpless arches.

“So do I!” he elf with pig-tails chimed in, adding; "In fact... I might even postpone the session Kinky owes me from our little bet earlier so we can tease you on our bed all night long!" Kinky whispered in her victim's ear.

Sasha resumed struggling frantically. 'These freaks were going to tickle her tonight after the show?!' She hadn't considered what their end game for the crime they had committed might be yet and completely lost her cool as the elf with pig tails whispered.

"Oh yes!.... We are going to keep you!... You are just too precious!" As she spoke the kinky elf used two feathers on her victim's neck and ears.

"I love it when they realise that there is no escape! No end to the torture that is now their life!" The gothic elf whispered sadistically as she tormented the spot just to-either side of Sasha's breasts making the desperate blonde struggle and shake in the pillory.

"I might slip off to be there when the wench climaxes again..." Kinky added, biting her lip.

"Again! Kinky!.... Hobbit-girl-autumn is over!... It is time for B1tchQueen-blonde-winter!" Gothie chided, as she delivered a masterclass of torment upon her prize.

"I know!... But she is.... I just...." Kinky stammered.

"Go on then!..." Gothie laughed as her friend departed from the slowly rotating pillory. There were plenty of other elves to torment the desperate blonde.

At the stocks Sally was red-hot and heaving the many elves playing her nerve endings like a harp. Her soles had been stretched taut by toe ties and scrubbed, slapped and roasted once more. Sally had found the wooden spoon terrifying but exhilarating as it took her sensitivity to the point that even the slightest touch was both pure agony and ecstasy. With the return of her pigtailed little friend she knew it would not be long until she succumbed to the deep fires that the tickle-torture had lit within her.

The elves had been cruelly whispering in Sally's ears but it had not been the same as in the pillory when the petite performer had made her picture the kinky fun she had with her friends after hours. Sally finally recognised her favourite tormentor as the brunette they had tickled on stage like this last year. The soft demure brunette took great delight in teasing her thighs, knowing her victim wished she would tickle just a little higher.

Back at the rotating pillory Sasha was in hell. Like Sally the tickling was turning her on, but unlike the struggling stocked wench she knew it would take more than tickling to get her there. The gothic elf had begun gloating over her as the other elves tormented her from her neck to her terribly ticklish toes.

"Ooh yes! I love torturing blonde temptresses like you and I am a pro!.... I can tell this is turning you on, but I am not going to give you the satisfaction of getting to climax today!... Not even at the after-party!" Gothie purred.

Sasha screamed into her gag, half begging for the tickle-torture to stop half babbling incoherently. She wasn't at the stage of sexual frustration that she would actually beg to be fucked yet, but was close. The mention of the 'after-party' terrified her to her core. 'If these freaks would put her through such devious tortures in public... What would they do to her behind closed doors?' she thought as she slowly rotated.

"I think I might keep you on edge and begging for several days!... We can do that if we work as a team you know!... Also we have devices!" Gothie whispered, loving the way her victim flinched and the way her eyes flickered as she listened.

'DAYS!.... Did she just say: DAYS???!!!' Sasha thought to herself.

"And you brought this on yourself for being so damn perfect and pretty!" Gothie rambled, continuing; "I remember all those perfect little blonde-b1tch girls who got to play angels in the nativity when I was little!... I wanted to be an angel!... But that bitch Mrs Harding said that I couldn't because I didn't look like one!" Gothie ranting, letting out rage at the discrimination her dark skin had brought her in her traditional British education.

It was clear to Sasha that yet again her blonde hair had made her an enemy she did not deserve. She started to lose focus as flossers were used on her toes. Something was happening over at the stocks but she couldn't make out details through the tear speckled confusion that met her eyes on their slow rotation. Some of the elves seemed to be readying the fabric again.

Sally was on the verge of a climax. She knew it would not be long as her hot little body could stand no more torture. The elf with the pigtails had been whispering in her ears getting her hornier and hornier. Sally felt the irresistible swelling of her clit make it slip out from her hood and stand proud just begging to be touched. Just as she was approaching the point of no return the soft brunette elf that Sally had watched get tickled last year whispered.

"Are you sure that you want this? People will know this time... We can always douse you with ice…"

Sally shook her head and gibbered incoherently into the gag, it was unclear if she was refusing the ice, refusing the humiliation of being forced to climax by tickle torture alone or simply pleading for the relentless tickling to stop. As she felt everything begin to melt away the tickling slowed and stopped.

"What do you want hunny?..." The elf with pigtails whispered in her hot ear, adding;

"If you want this nod!... If you don't shake your head and we will ice your arousal away"

Sally trembled her eye wide open.

"You should warn her...." Ellie meekly offered.

"....of course we won't stop tickling you if you opt for the ice... and we will ice you at least another three times before giving you the chance to get the sexual relief you crave again...."

As Kinky whispered in her ear Sally instinctively shook her head. The prospect of being cruelly teased this way being more abhorrent than the humiliation of being made to publicly climax again. Within seconds she was screaming as the cold snow covered her body. She moaned between screams as she felt her libido being quenched by the icy cold shock.

The red haired elf quipped with the crowd about 'drench-a-wench'. Meanwhile Sally's cruel captors whispered 'more like quench-a-wench'. Sally pleaded into her gag that she had not meant to shake her head but it was too late, she was too hysterical to notice that the strange snow had not gotten her clothes wet. Her body still tingled and trembled as the fabric sheets were prepared for another magic trick.

With a 'hey-presto' and another couple of smoke bombs the crowd beheld the blonde sat back in the stocks in her purple dress and high heels whilst the pillory set sat empty. All attention was on the blonde who struggled with her arms high above her head and her ankles secured between the heavy wooden boards.

"This time she is wearing the same clothes..." Someone the crowd commented.

"Yeah but there has been plenty of time for her twin to get changed." Someone else answered.

Sasha was desperate, as horrible and humiliating as the pillory had been, she knew that the stocks were worse as her underarms and legs were stretched out tight. She struggled to stop her high heels from being removed but within seconds her soles were exposed, her long toes desperately wiggling and flexing. She tried to fight against the toe-ties but to no avail.

Sally was nowhere to be seen and the red haired elf made a comical display of looking for her before opening several joke presents.

"No! Not that one, that is the secret to eternal life" she quipped opening a small box.

The gothic elf had made her way over to the stocks and had begun tickling Sasha's helpless underarms making her squeal and shake. The other elves tickled her but not with so much gusto, their victim still struggled delightfully as the red haired elf carried on her little sideshow opening a larger box that could feasibly contain the missing auburn wench.

"Lawnmower.... No, no ticklish wench in there!..."

Next she settled on a long oblong box and opened it to reveal Sally secured to a long wooden bench in a medieval peasant's outfit consisting of a rough brown itchy gown and brown leather shoes.

"Ah well there you go ladies and gentlemen! You have heard of 'elf on a shelf' now get ready for 'wench on a bench'!"

The crowd laughed as Sally struggled. She had no idea where she had just been or how they had changed her clothes again. The gown was itchy being either wool or burlap or something that chafed her as she struggled, she was still gagged but sensed her feet were encased in something.

The red haired elf addressed the crowd that this bench came with attachments. Sally struggled not sure how they were going to torment her next. She watched helplessly as the bench was raised somehow so she was lifted to face the crowd at a 35° angle. Next a set of stocks were added to the foot of the bench into which her struggling ankles were guided as they were freed of their leather cuffs.

"Are they really torturing that poor woman?" A female voice asked.

"Nah! She basically volunteered for it, hung around ‘specially 'av a go..." A man with a faint London accent answered.

"Also they are both twins, only way they could swap places and clothes like that!" Another voice offered.

Sally's mind raced for a logical explanation, she knew that the torture was real and that she had no sisters, let alone no twin sister! She did not have much time to think as the next attachment was unwrapped and shown to both her and the crowd. It was some kind of ratchet type device. Sally struggled; 'surely they wouldn't rack her like in medieval times!' she thought.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you..." The demure brunette elf whispered in her ear as the ratchet was attached to the upper part of the bench above her head.

"But the rack will make your upper body more ticklish!" Added Kinky as she seized Sally's right wrist.

Sally tried to struggle as her wrists were temporarily freed from the bench only to be secured in the same leather cuffs to the chains of the ratchet. The crowd were enthralled, still under the spell of the red-haired elf they couldn't believe what they were witnessing.

"Now Christmas is a time for granting wishes and our lovely wench has always wished she was taller!" The red haired elf began.

Sally couldn't believe that nobody in the crowd had realised her plight. She had been pushed past the point. Where it was 'all just a bit of fun!' long ago on the pillory, now she desperately worried that these people would just torment her all day. Thinking back she had watched enthralled when able the previous year, but she had guessed they swapped the volunteers round more. By the position of the sun in the sky she and the blonde had been getting tortured continuously for several hours now.

Sally struggled as the elves turned each of the ratchets stretching her out tight. She was genuinely panicking but the crowd continued to insist she was acting, their 'twin theory' explained how the elves had been able to keep the show going this long. How they magically made her disappear and reappear in new clothes was a mystery to Sally but she knew she was in for a long torture session, all they had to do was throw another smoke bomb and they would have her at their mercy in the stocks, pillory or another device. The crowd would assume it was now her twin getting tickled because the last 'actress' needed a break.

Sally was stretched on the rack until she reached the last point before the tension became painful, it actually made her feel slightly good, her back clicked as her arms were pulled tight above her head. The elves removed her small leather shoes and woollen ankle socks leaving Sally’s bare feet with only the tight padding of the stocks around her ankles. She wiggled her toes and fingers and looked from side to side helplessly, enjoying the only movement she could and anxious about when the torture would resume. She could feel the rough fabric of her gown against her nipples are worried they would show through as her arousal inevitably grew.

Next the elves began tying her toes again. Some had begun using feathers on her underarms making her squirm and squeak into her gag which now comprised a cylinder of cork held in place by a leather strap extending from the wooden core. The cork tasted like wine and strangely kept Sally's mouth from getting dry as she bit down on it hard. She remembered something the goth elf had said as her arousal grew: 'at least another three times...'

In the stocks Sasha was being tormented by the gothic elf. The cruel performer has realised that if she flickered her nails upwards as well as downwards by expanding her hand before fluttering her nails it kept Sasha from being able to predict the sensations. The other elves teased the soft blonde's bare legs with terrible spidery touches. Her underarms and neck were being teased with soft feathers making her blush and flinch. As much as Sasha couldn't stand it she knew that the torture was going to get a lot, lot worse. It was odd how she felt refreshed each time they magically transported her from one torture device to another. Sasha had no idea how they were doing this, she guessed they had put something in her coffee; 'maybe that stupid short auburn woman was in on it!'... She thought glancing angrily to her left to watch the woman getting stretched on some kind of medieval torture rack.

'Oh my god I hope they don't tickle me on that!..' Sasha thought.

'OH MY GOD THEY ARE GOING TO TICKLE TORTURE ME ON THAT!!!" Sasha realised.

Sasha watched as the elves began tormenting the auburn wench. Somehow the woman looked younger despite her clear distress. Sasha did not have long to think as the gothic elf began using flossers on her trapped toes. The other elves began using their fingers on her underarms and those trickling her legs began to knead and squeeze making her squirm the small amount her bonds allowed. The light tickles were followed by a more intense torture that activated her libido and she felt herself blush as the fire began in her loins. 'Why did this turn her on?! It was pure torture!' Sasha thought as she felt her skin begin to tremble.

"There it is.....!" Gothie gloated, abandoning her position at Sasha's soles to let another three or four elves take over.

"I can spot the signs now, you just started to get 'the tingle'... Too bad you’re not going to get any satisfaction on stage like your friend!..." The gothic elf gloated.

Sasha protested both at the torment she was being forced to endure and the auburn wench being described as 'her friend'... Sasha still suspected that the short woman was part of it somehow, even if she was she was suffering a lot on the rack.

Sally struggled as the intensity of the tickle torture slowly increased. The elf with pigtails was right! The rack definitely made her more ticklish, especially on her ribs and sides which were being tormented by around five or six elves whilst two more tormented her underarms. Other elves tickled her legs, the backs of her bare knees being particularly vulnerable to light touches whilst her thighs proved responsive to squeezes. Sally felt her nipples harden and skin grow red. She was due to be iced again for sure. The demure brunette elf whispered in her ear.

"After this do you want to be allowed a release?... I feel bad I know you were shaking your head because it was all too much..."

Sally couldn't reply as the overwhelming stimulation of a dozen or more hands was pushing her into a frenzied panic. Her soles were being subjected to hairbrushes and electric toothbrushes and flossers were being used on her toes. This was far worse than anything she had experienced so far and things were about to get a lot worse. As she screwed up her face the sudden onslaught of the snow denied her the orgasm that she desperately craved. 'they had done it to her again!'

Sally desperately tried to reach the brunette elf with her eyes. There was no way she could take being denied and then humiliated with the screaming public orgasm these fiends would inflict upon her. It took untold bravery for Ellie to whisper her offer in the ear of the elf with straw coloured hair. Sally never truly understood the bargain that had been made and still had torments to suffer.

The red-haired elf addressed the crowd who seemed drunk and totally under her spell. She announced that it was time for "a form of torture straight out of medieval times!"

Many of the crowd had already seen the dogs with their little antlers and body warmers but the sudden appearance of goats surprised them. Something was said about a local petting zoo and the small pygmy goats were cute in an entirely disinterested way. The blonde still drew much of the crowd's attention as two buckets of brine were brought forth with little brushes. Sally squirmed as it was applied to her soles he gag was removed allowing her to sigh with exhaustion as she was interviewed.

'Play along' Ellie mouthed to her, hoping her gamble would pay off.

"So our lovely assistant volunteer wench.... How are you enjoying your decision to hang around on stage and ask to be tickled…" The red haired elf asked.

Sally would have screamed blue murder had it not been for Ellie's soft eyes imploring her to play along. After sighing relief that her ordeal had ceased for now she replied;

"Well oi can't say I am without my regrets!" She even managed a slight smile as she spoke.

"Well our next demonstration may make you regret that decision even more! You see goats have rougher tongues than dogs and soles as ticklish as yours won't be able to stand them for long..."

"Oh Moi!" Sally exclaimed as the goats began to show an interest in what was going on.

"Now this was genuinely a form of torture, but unfortunately after the tickling it could become rather painful as their tongues will strip away skin. We don't want that! Just an intensely ticklish pedicure that leaves you ten times as ticklish!" The red haired elf finalised

"Oh!... Please!...." Sally begged as the goats were brought forwards.

The dogs and cats had been bad but the elves had noticed Sally had surprisingly resilient soles. They knew the goats were another matter and the gag would be dangerous but they couldn't risk Sally screaming the house down.

"After this we are going to roll you up in a carpet like the Queen of Sheba and tickle your feet until you climax to your heart's content!" The elf with pigtails whispered in her ear as the other elves gave her quick final tickle.

The goats were tethered to the end of the stocks and began to sniff at Sally's toes. She remembered the dogs and cats from her time in the pillory but nothing could prepare her for the goats. Her reactions entertained the crowd as the goats began to lick the brine from her arches before moving onto her toes. The raspy tongues tickled more than anything else and induced a genuine sense of panic in the desperate wench. The elves were experts and stopped the goats just as they had consistently stripped away the outer layer of half dead skin cells from their victim's feet.

Sally was subjected to a gentle foot scrub with softer brushes to remove the remaining brine and goat saliva from her soles. She laughed and squirmed, approaching silent laughter that resembled submission. After Sally's soles were scrubbed they were roasted once more this time with an electric heaters designed to look like hot coals. The red haired elf addressed the crowd describing the torments being inflicted upon 'the wench on a bench'.

Sasha was subjected to a few licks of each of her helpless soles. Just enough to feel how much worse their tongues were to those of cats and dogs. The gothic elf told the struggling blonde that she would get a full treatment later when they could hear her beg for mercy properly. Sasha struggled as her soles were scrubbed and roasted once again. For once it looked like the woman who had brought her on stage was getting it worse. Sasha was between heaven and hell, the elves had been tickling her non-stop but her resolve had long since crumbled and her muffled pleas for mercy were interspersed with pleas for one of the elves to just finish her off. Her pussy was dripping wet and throbbing, her humiliation barely hidden from the crowd by her elegant purple dress. The gothic elf had been verbally teasing her non-stop and as she suffered, Sasha pictured the cruel words spoken; she imagined beinf tied spread-eagled to the sadist's bed pleading pathetically for just one feather touch to her clit.

It was time for the snow again. Neither Sasha nor Sally were spared the awful cold shock that usually came as a precursor to a new form of bondage. Yet again the elves used the fabric and smoke bombs to amaze the crowd as Sasha now struggled helplessly on the rack whilst Sally stood in the Misses Christmas costume with her wrists and ankles tied.

Sasha struggled as the ratchets tightened the chains. Somehow the elves had changed her into an elegant princess costume, even braiding her hair. As the crowd discussed that 'they must be using twins for this!' Sasha screamed into her new gag made of cork and leather. Her feet were slowly bared from the long elegant purple princess shoes and white socks, her soles looked soft and inviting as her long toes were tied back and tightened to the stocks using smaller ratchets that stretched each toe out.

Sally meanwhile was being rolled up like the Queen of Sheba as promised. A long carpet bearing festive designs was laid down as the elves surrounding her persuaded her to lie down on it. They rolled her up so only her head and feet were exposed. A mirror was positioned so that the crowd could see her face, her soles being proudly on display in their red stockings.

"We are going to tickle you until your face is as red as your costume! You will climax again and again but the crowd won't know!" Ellie whispered to the older woman, her voice more reassuring than sadistic.

Sally was slowly tickled by one or two elves as Sasha endured the real torture on the rack. Sometimes one elf would hold each of her big toes so that the others could tickle her taut arches. Other times they let her feet wiggle and squirm under their fingernails, being able to predict every flinch and torment one foot with all four sets of terrible nails when their victim tried to protect one with the other.

On the rack 'the princess' had been tormented with feathers and was now suffering under the elves fingertips in her elegant long dress. The rack made the tickling a living hell for Sasha's ribs and sides and also made her underarms and legs more ticklish as her soft supple skin was rendered helpless, taut and ticklish. The gothic elf continued to use feathers on her elegant neck and delighted in verbally teasing her as she became hysterical and horny. Nearing peak humiliation as her skin turned red with arousal.

Sasha's feet were spared no torture as all manner of brushes were used including hairbrushes and electric toothbrushes as well as flossers and those horrible spiky metal wheels. Sasha laughed and pleaded into her gag as the crowd gawped. She guessed they had tickled her past lunchtime and on into the early afternoon and the cruel elves showed no signs of stopping. The red haired elf kept the crowd entranced as she worked her magic on them. Through a weary delirium Sasha heard something about 'Golden tickets'.

'Now the crowd were going to get to tickle her for themselves' Sasha figured out as the first participants were selected. Both men and women were selected to have a go at tickling her feet or her upper body. Although they were less effective than the elves the touch of strangers fingers added to the poor blonde's humiliation. The men always seemed to be hungrier to touch her perfect skin whilst the women were usually crueller and tried to tickle her for longer with jealous eyes that sparkled with envy.

Most were only allowed to tickle her for a minute or two after speaking to the red-haired elf who Interviewed them first to add to the spectacle. The exception was a brunette woman with her two daughters; one an athletic blonde in her early twenties home from university, the other a sullen goth-girl just turned nineteen. The elves seemed to take particular delight in letting these three tickle poor Sasha, the strange spectacle being an usual bonding experience for the three women. The two sisters were given boxes of presents to unwrap containing tickle-tools for Sasha's soles.

"Hold it up honey! So people can see what you got!" Their mother beamed as the athletic blonde held up a hairbrush that vibrated whilst her little sister held up some kind of electric-shock device.

After she spoke their mother produced a Polaroid camera and took a photo of her lovely daughter's smiling. A little souvenir that few could match, the many camera phones failing to capture the spectacle of delicious torment on stage for all to see. The vibrating hairbrush proved devastating on Sasha's arches whilst the electric shocking device proved to be a new form of torment all together.

The little electric shocks were not painful and not quite enough to send Sasha over the edge into a full blown orgasm right there on stage, they sort of tickled but if anything stopped Sasha from getting used to the cruel and seemingly-endless torture on the rack. The two sisters swapped tools and let their mother have a go with their toys too. The soft faced older woman preferred the feel of the blonde's skin under her own fingertips and left her younger daughter to use both tools on the princess's right foot whilst she tormented the left with nothing more than the pads of her fingertips and her sharp red nails.

The older daughter went to tickle the princess' upper body again wanting to see when she finally tipped over the edge into a full orgasm. She had guessed they had 'mummy wrapped' the older woman because of the same situation, it wasn't visible to the crowd but it was apparent both women were extremely turned on.

Inside the carpet Sally was in hell. The foot tickling was terrible but it wasn't quite enough to push her over the edge into a full mind blowing orgasm. The red stockings had been stripped away and her toes had been tied to the carpet somehow, possibly even sewn in. Two elves used hairbrushes and their fingers on her arches whilst two more used electric flossers on her toes. The elf with pigtails had come over to tease her face with a feather.

"Finding your little bargain a tiny bit unsatisfying huh?" she asked quizzically.

Sally couldn't answer as she suffered the hell of silent laughter. She knew she needed some upper body and leg tickles to push her over the edge and desperately pleaded with the young woman through desperate wide eyes.

"Give me a nod and I will give the boss the signal..." Kinky began, adding; "It will cost you though..."

Kinky didn't need to finish as Sally began to desperately nod as much as the confining carpet would allow. Kinky turned and gave the red haired elf a wink.

Immediately the inside of the carpet sprang to life. It made even less sense than everything else; the magic transportation the costume changes. Sally squealed now naked and being assaulted by thousands of tiny tickling hands. Instantly she climaxed hard as every inch of her body was explored. She didn't know how it was possible but felt the next rush of pleasure come as the tiny hands showed her struggling body mercy.

Back at the rack Sasha was in hell. She thrashed as the gentle mother of two used her fingertips on her helpless underarms. Her two daughters delivered a masterclass of torment on the poor blonde's soles. Their mother was usually the most gentle and caring woman but somehow she just couldn't resist making this woman howl into her gag. 'Plus how often did you get to tickle a smoking hot blonde on a medieval torture-rack!'

Her two daughters laughed as they used the electric shockers on Sasha's flinching trapped toes. The poor blonde was in hell hating these three women more than the damned hobbit-wench who had somehow got her up on stage in the first place. Their mother watched laughing as she explored the backs of Sasha's knees loving the way her victim tried to kick but couldn't. Sasha vibrated in her bondage like a guitar string. Finally the desperate blonde got a reprieve as the crowd grew impatient for more tickets to be drawn.

"Ladies and gentlemen let's hear it for these three!" The red haired elf announced bringing the reluctant family together for a group hug, all three women had wished they could continue to tickle the blonde.

"Do we have to stop?" The gothic teenager asked keenly.

"Well I am glad you asked..." The red haired elf replied, adding; "Mother dearest you still have the golden ticket would you just like to turn it over and read the small print..."

The two sisters watched impatiently as their mother fumbled for the golden ticket that had brought them so much joy. She had it in her handbag with the Polaroid camera she hadn't used since her girls were young but had somehow been in her bag today. She retrieved the gold covered cardboard and beheld the number 321. She had been so delighted when she held it up with her two daughters cheering beside her. Slowly she turned it over.

"This entitles three persons a longer than usual session on stage; the latter half of which will be spent at the tender mercy of the show's organisers..."

As her voice rang out her two daughter glee vanished replaced by genuine concern. 'They couldn't!..' each thought as the smoke bombs detonated and the fabric sheets were flung above them. All three women screamed as everything went dark.


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[Viewmaster]

(Almost) right away!

Sasha watched from the rack as yet again the elves prepared smoke bombs. ‘What form of torment and bondage will they put me in next?’ she wondered to herself.

Sasha blinked as the smoke cleared, she heard the crowd cheering a realised she was now vertical. The crowd gawped at the dazzling spectacle before them: The blonde princess was strapped to an enormous ‘X’ at the back of the stage whilst the auburn wench was stretched out on the rack again, where the blonde princess had been moments before. The Blonde princess was nervously struggling during a brief reprieve from tickle torture whilst the older woman who had lured her on stage was red-faced and laughing hard into a ball-gag as two elves used the electric shocking device and an evil mechanical brush to torment her bright red soles.

More elves poured in to torment the frantic wench who now wore a sultry ‘Misses Christmas’ costume. Sally had been naked second before, suffering the administrations of ‘The carpet people’ her body had been taken to breaking point by merciless tickling accompanied by orgasm after orgasm and the elves were not letting up. Sasha watched aghast, glad that she was not receiving similar torment but knowing that it would not be long. The crowd occasionally looked her way but for the most part they focused on the auburn wench and the spectacle that was in front of the princess central stage.

As the blonde princess struggled on the X-frame, testing the bonds discretely to see if she could wiggle free she realised that her costume had changed again to a now green princess dress that she glared at under the many leather straps which held her tightly to the X-frame. Sasha also noticed the three oversized present boxes in front of her, central stage which had also not been there a moment ago.

To stage left was a blue and gold box with a yellow bow. The central box was green and white with a red-bow and the box to stage right was jet black with a silver bow. Sasha did not want to attract attention to herself but was hoping if she could slip out of the leather buckles that held her to the X-frame she would be able to make an escape. The day had started off dreadfully with Sasha driving all night in a hysterical fugit state from her break-up with Nigel. Somehow these freaks had persuaded the auburn wench to lure her on stage, or she was so exhausted they had been able to drug her or hypnotise her or something!

It was the first time that Sasha had been able to take stock of her situation properly since being lured on stage. The elf with pigtails was tickling the older woman on the rack and taking great delight in verbally teasing her. In front of the X-frame and the rack the family of three were now sat in stocks, like the set Sasha had been secured in earlier.

Sasha struggled as she saw the gothic-elf with creamy cappuccino skin make her way over to the X-frame with a turkey feather.

“NO!...” Sasha protested quietly as her struggles became more frantic.

The leather straps held Sasha perfectly at the knees, ankles, wrists, elbows and the all of the other places necessary to stop her breaking free. The metal buckles rattled and jingled as Sasha squirmed, made nervous by the gothic-elf’s slow approach.

“I’m going to enjoy having you all to myself!” The gothic elf whispered as she came into earshot, she walked deliberately slowly loving the way her victim focused on the feather she held up for her to see.

“Please!.. why? What did I do?... What have I done to deserve this!?” Sasha pleaded piteously.

“You haven’t done anything! I just like tickling soft, spoilt blonde princesses!” The gothic elf answered seductively and sadistically.

Sasha whimpered as the feather made contact with her neck that her Princess dress exposed. There were openings in the green fabric which was held together by little golden metal clips that adorned the brown and burgundy trim. Sasha was too distracted by the feather to worry about this fashion choice, but it was better than that stupid slutty Santa outfit. Sasha dissolved into delightful giggles to the enjoyment of her captor.

“Oh yes! A feather-ticklish blonde at my mercy! What could be better?!” The gothic elf asked rhetorically.

Sasha laughed and pleaded; “Sto-oh-hooo-hoaaa-haa-haa-hooo-ooop!... Stop please!....” She didn’t intend it but her pleading was so sexy and submissive.

“Oh my God! Keep begging me to stop like that!” The gothic elf chirped, the pure delight twinkling in her eyes.

Sasha tried to resist but just giggled delightedly as the feather twirled and danced over her neck and exposed underarms. Her captor continued to tickle and softly whispered for her to’ keep begging’. Sasha squirmed and defiantly resisted through peals of sexy giggles. Until the gothic elf signed and placed the feather behind her own ear so she could attack Sasha’s tummy with deft devious fingers.

“Oh my Go-ho-hoo-oood!... No-hoo-hooo!” Sasha protested through peals of more intense laughter.

“You should have kept begging me softly to stop! I liked hearing you beg like that, it really turned me on! I am just going to have to fucking torture you now for disobeying me!” The gothic elf chided the now hysterical blonde princess in her London accent with just a hint of an Indian accent coming through.

Sasha squirmed and squealed as the clever slender gothic elf’s fingertips explored her underarms, sides and ribs, taking full advantage of the way the X-frame kept her victim vulnerable. Sasha tried to beg but found she either laughed, stuttered or came out with complete gibberish. As the gothic elf began to explore her thighs she squealed:

“I’m sorry!.... I’M SORRY!!!”

“So you should be, I made a perfectly reasonable request for you to keep begging me softly and submissively but you had to hold out on me!” The gothic elf chided her toy as she began tracing her fingertips up and down the backs of Sasha’s knees which she had cleverly managed to access through the dress, X-frame and straps.

“Oh my God this is torture!” Sasha softly begged through peals of giggles, she hated that this was turning her captor on but it was better than the more intense tickling.

“Oh yes!... Keep begging me like that!” The gothic elf whispered.

“This is torture, please stop!” Sasha weakly insisted through peals of delicious laughter.

The blonde princess would have been more humiliated but being at the back of the stage with only the one elf tickling her was if anything a reprieve compared to the all-out torture she had endured in the stocks and on the rack. She watched as Sally got a more intense tickling and hoped that her soft begging wouldn’t bring any more elves over. She also noticed that the crowd were now mostly focusing on the three women being tickled in the stocks in the centre of the stage.

“Please stop tickling me!... I’m so sensitive I can’t take it!” Sasha pleaded, hating the sound of her submissive voice and despising herself for being broken so easily.

“I am so glad that the Boss is letting us keep a copy of you to play with!” The Gothic elf purred.

“The boss?!” Sasha asked, her ears pricking up at the sound of information she could use to her advantage somehow.

“Yes the boss!” The Gothic elf answered stepping back and adjusting the X-frame somehow.

Sasha’s eyes darted around in terror. No-one from the crowd was looking at her ‘what was this freak-show bitch about to do?!’

The Gothic elf poised herself to spin the X-frame, something the poor blonde strapped to it didn’t know it could do. As the device was set in motion Sasha screamed at the unexpected movement. She turned slowly at first, seeing herself in a large ornate mirror that was positioned behind the X-frame for some reason. Despite her terror she noted the costume upgrade, she would not have picked it but it suited her. The gothic elf span the X-frame again which stood on a little circular platform like the pillory had. As it picked up speed Sasha squealed and shrieked as her vision blurred. As she span Sasha could have sworn she saw that middle-eastern woman in the mirror, the one who was on stage in the morning. As the spinning bondage device picked up speed Sasha’s eyes played further tricks on her;

A dreadful apparition filled her senses from the chaos of whirling, a dreadful demon creature with goat-legs and horned grinned at her, it was female: half demoness half secretary, winking it wiggled long fingers seductively the light catching red and black finger nails which also looked like feathers and talons as the scene whirled before her eyes. Something in Sasha's mind intoned

THE BOSS​

It wasn’t spoken, it was just a feeling. Somehow Sasha knew, had always known that this creature was waiting for her out there in the darkness. Sasha’s mind raced as her heart sank. There was something about seeing the strange spectre that appeared to be in some sort of cavern that activated a deep fear within her. Panicking she tried again to escape her bonda s the spinning X-frame slowed.

Sasha did not realise that she was wearing her elegant purple dress again, she did not realise when the X-frame came to a stop that it was centre-stage. Neither did she realise that the Gothic elf had changed somehow into the red-haired elf until she heard her address the crowd.

“There you go ladies and gentleman the blonde princess again for your enjoyment!”

“Wha? How di-…” Sasha stumbled as she took in her new surroundings.

Sasha spotted the middle-eastern woman’s boots discarded on the stage in a different position to where they had been that morning. As she looked up and around her she felt the crowd’s eyes on her once more.

“Someone help!... Help me plea-!....” Sasha wailed being cut off as a gobstopper was placed in her mouth by a spry elf who had crept up on her from behind.

Sasha had wanted to explain that this was not part of the act. That these freaks had really been torturing her and that there was something… something evil in the mirror.

Sasha protested into the gobstopper gag as the elves began to hungrily tickle her all over. The X-frame had changed somehow and Sasha felt herself be stretched out like it was a rack. Sasha only noticed the costume change as her elegant high heels were slowly removed, previously she had worn some kind of long boot with socks but that had gone with the green medieval princess dress. Sasha squirmed as she felt her toes be tied back to the little mini-stocks that now formed part of the X-frame apparatus. Struggling in panic Sasha heard the crowd chatter.

“She is quite convincing, isn’t she?!” A woman asked her friends who nodded and whispered that they would hate to get tickled like hat

“Yeah but I saw her tickling this one earlier, before the seco- before the short woman…“ A man answered, forgetting to conceal that he had been watching all day and it was the second time they had tickled the middle-eastern woman.

One of the woman shot him a glance and he shrunk with embarrassment.

Sasha tried to reach the women with her eyes but lost them as she started shaking her head, the gothic elf had started teasing her neck with a feather.

“How did you like seeing the boss?!” The cruel elf asked.

Sasha just screamed “MMMMFFFFPPPHHH!!!” into her gobstopper gag.

“I hated waiting for you to come back, I didn’t know you would disappear for nearly an hour….” The gothic elf continued

‘An Hour?!.... Where have I been?’ Sasha thought to herself noticing at last that the family of three were gone as was the auburn wench.

“The strange thing is we can never remember what the boss looks like but we knew she or they is there. I occasionally have dreams…” The gothic elf continued.

Sasha squirmed and listened, not fully being able to focus as her toes were explored with feathers.

“She definitely captured me and Kirsty like she has you and your friend!” The gothic elf continued

Sasha screamed a primal scream of rage at the tickling, at being captured and at the humiliation of her nipples hardening.

“It won’t be long now! You will see, she had already shown us!” The gothic elf concluded before kneeling down to take a turn using a flosser on the princess’ trapped toes.

The torture continued for what felt like a long, long time. Sasha struggled and squirmed until someone in the audience shouted out;

“Put her in the stocks again!”

The red-haired elf clicked her fingers and a smoke bomb was produced. Sasha screamed incoherently into her dribbling gag… ‘Not the stocks again!’ she thought desperately.

With a puff of smoke and a flourish of wrapping paper Sasha sat in the stocks once more. Her toes were already tied and she wore an even skimpier red lace dress Christmas dress. A fresh gobstopper-gag filled her mouth and she moaned in misery at her humiliation. The elves wasted no time in tickling her and used every cruel trick at their disposal. Sasha’s soles felt the dog’s tongues once again and they were scrubbed and roasted and slapped to the delight of the crowd. Both hairdryers and heat lamps roasted her soles a cherry-red, two larger heat lamps kept her warm as the sun slipped over the horizon and it started to get cold.

It all turned into a blur for the desperate blonde, the worst came when a wooden spoon was used to softly strike her soles. Sasha was frightened it would hurt her, it did not hurt but it made the desperate blonde even more sensitive. The wooden spoon had been licked clean along with Sasha’s soles which were deemed ‘clean enough to eat off’ having been scrubbed and oiled and roasted.

Golden tickets were handed out again and the crowd were allowed to tickle Sasha directly. One of the women who she had tried reaching with her eyes earlier tried to whisper in her ears: asking her if she was an actress or if her and ‘her sister’ were really ticklish. Sasha tried to use this chance to escape but the other two women were tickling her so she just shook her head from side to side and laughed into the gag.

“Well I don’t think you are faking but now I can see you closer I can see that you probably like this!” The woman softly whispered looking at Sasha’s hard nipple that was almost peeking through the sheer red fabric. The ticket holders were escorted away and the elves returned to tickling the ‘poor princess’

Finally the red-haired elf asked the crowd;

“Do you think this is anyway to treat a princess?!”

“Yes!!!!” Came the thunderous applause, the crowd were drunk on the scintillating spectacle.

“Shall we keep her on stage for longer?!” The red haired elf asked again.

“For as long as you can!” One woman cheered as the rest of the crowd simply cried out “Yes!” or tried to shout something clever.

“So we are keeping our Princess then!...” The red-haired elf concluded, before adding;

"Although I always was something of a republican!"

As she spoke the red haired elf took up position by a large handle shaped like a cartoon depiction of the north pole.

The crowd laughed and chattered, some remembered this trick from as long ago as the middle-eastern woman who had been on stage in the morning. Others had seen it used with the family of three from the crowd, others the middle-aged auburn ‘wench’.

With a pull of the handle the stocks lowered rapidly though the stage via a trap door. Sasha screamed as she fell. The trapdoor let up an explosion of glitter followed by pyrotechnics and several smoke bombs. As the smoke cleared the crowd stood amazed, the auburn woman now sat in a throne with her feet locked in an ornate pair of stocks wearing some sort of pirate outfit.

“We have upgraded our lovely Princess for a Pirate-queen! Me hearties!” The red haired elf declared

Sasha continued to scream as she feel, it was like something out of a nightmare: she just kept on falling.



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[milagros317]

Wonderful story!

 

[modestryan]

This was amazing! What was the winter underwear Sasha was wearing under the purple dress? I was hoping she had some festive cotton bikini panties on 🙂

 

[ToesandSoles]

Always love reading your work Viewmaster and giving us a Halloween and Christmas story, what a treat. I love orgasm denial and throwing snow on them to cool them down was imaginatively cruel.
Can't wait to see what happens to Sasha and Sally next, and see if they'll join the elves. As well as what happens to the mother and her two daughters.

One small thing, you referred to Sasha as Brigitte a few times. Is Brigitte a new character in your future chapters?

Brigitte couldn't answer as she suffered the hell of silent laughter. She knew she needed some upper body and leg tickles to push her over the edge and desperately pleaded with the young woman through desperate wide eyes.

Immediately the inside of the carpet sprang to life. It made even less sense than everything else; the magic transportation the costume changes. Brigitte squealed now naked and being assaulted by thousands of tiny tickling hands. Instantly she climaxed hard as every inch of her body was explored. She didn't know how it was possible but felt the next rush of pleasure come as the tiny hands showed her struggling body mercy.

 

[Viewmaster]

Always love reading your work Viewmaster and giving us a Halloween and Christmas story, what a treat. I love orgasm denial and throwing snow on them to cool them down was imaginatively cruel.
Can't wait to see what happens to Sasha and Sally next, and see if they'll join the elves. As well as what happens to the mother and her two daughters.

One small thing, you referred to Sasha as Brigitte a few times. Is Brigitte a new character in your future chapters?

Character was mis-named from an earlier versions, have now fixed it. Didn't come up on the find and replace cos it was spelt differently. Sometimes I change characters names when I realise I have used that name before on an older story.

I appreciate you pointing this out and thanks for the positive feedback too.

 

[THEDARKTECHIE]

Awesome