Xena and the Labyrinth of (S)Laughter 2
Note: did you see the last episode?
Gabbie fretted as Xena and she entered the cave system once more.
What if they were caught and tickle-tortured again!??!!
Xena gathered a new firebrand and lit it as they entered the dark foreboding caverns.
This time the Elvan women were so incensed at these intruders that they decided to make the punishment extreme. Very extreme.
Xena and Gabrielle feel the air change, a magic breeze fills the cavern and a strange aroma fills their nostrils.
“What… What is it?!” cries gabby.
“I feel… faint…”gasps Xena and then she and Gabrielle swoon and collapse unconscious.
They magically awoke at the same time in strange circumstances. Gabrielle and Xena discovered they had their shod feed and their heads protruding from slots set on opposite sides of a table.
‘What is this,” said Xena, dryly, “Are we the meal of the day?”
Xena and Gabby positioned on opposite sides of the table so if they turn their heads slightly sideways they can see the shod soles of the other’s shoes. Underneath the table they are naked with their hands are tied behind them.
“Its almost as if this huge table is a set of horizontal stocks with you on one side and me on the other! I don’t like this. They’re gonna tickle us again – only this time I’ll be able to see every tickling touch on your soles and you’ll be forced to watch my feet being tickletortured!!” cried Gabrielle!
“Look Xena! On either side of our feet! Our mysterious captors have “set the table” as if for a meal with wicked looking feathers!!!”
Sure enough there were wicked looking slender eagle feathers set on either side of their ankles.
“Oh God,” Cried Xena as the terrifying realisation hit home! “Not again, not the feet!? Not my bare feet!!!!?”
Two gorgeous looking slender elvan women appeared like magic at their soles. They were seated on arcane thrones and leant their elbows on the table as if awaiting a sumptuous repast. They might have been twins. Xena and Gabrielle gasped and struggled in their bondage!! It was if the appeared out of thin air!! The elves immediately began to remove their captives’ boots and socks, ignoring pleas for mercy!! Each pair of creamy and pink soles, each set of slender toes, was bared and made vulnerable for the terrible tickling to come. Xena and Gabby flexed and wriggled their soles, their toes quivering, at the fresh night air on their sensitive soles, and in dreadful anticipation.
“Yes we will tickle-torture your poor soles in many and terrible ways!” cried one.
“Who are you, why do you do this to us?? You already know we are dreadfully ticklish on our poor feet!!” cried Gabby.
One said, “Yes we find it amusing that you would venture into the labyrinth once more, after last time… You have terribly fabulously ticklish sole and toes!!! How could we resist???”
“Our names are secret and not for such as you. We are the delegates of our tribe sent to tickle torture your soft sweet soles” cried one.
“And your long ticklish toes!” teased the other.
“We are trying to rescue some children in this Labyrinth of Slaughter of yours! Why do this???” cried Gabby!
“Labyrinth of Slaughter?!!! This is the Labyrinth of Laughter!!” Laughed the other elvan lady. “It looks like you two have been the victim of somebody’s idea of a joke!!”
“Callisto!!!” cried Xena and Gabrielle together!!
Xena said, “So why not let us go, and we’ll settle the score with the one who sent us here!”
“Oh no. You broken our law. Any who venture in here must face the tickle torture. The law knows no exceptions.” Said one.
“But,” said the other, “We’ll settle our own score with Callisto – we know of this young upstart!”
Each prisoner watched helplessly as the elvan women reached for feathers and teasingly raised them towards the helpless soles protruding from the table.
Xena gulped as she could see the elf at her feet smile at her teasingly over her long toes as the feather approached. Xena’s eyes widened as she watched Gabrielle’s soft pink fabulous soles writhe and her toes flinch as the elf on her side of the table brought the feather’s tip soooo terribly close to her left arch.
Likewise Gabrielle gasped as she saw the smiling elf on the other side of the table bring the feather’s tip devilishly slowly towards her own helpless soles; and she was fascinated by Xena’s creamy wrinkled soles and sweet slender toes wriggle as the feather’s tip was playfully directed towards them by a wickedly grinning elf on her side of the table.
Suddenly each woman squealed with terrible keening laughter as the feathers playfully explored their insanely ticklish arches! Gabrielle was found to be madly ticklish on her arches just under the elliptical balls of her feet. Xena was especially ticklish along a crease that started between the deep mounds of the balls of her feet and continued down the centre of her creamy wrinkly arches!! Each woman had tears of lunatic laughter trickling down their faces from the maddening sensations on their own soles, but their eyes were wide with fascination as they each watched feathers torment the other’s beautiful soles.
Hours and hours passed, or so it seemed.
The elvan women smiles wickedly at each other, and nodded. Suddenly they each began to tickle the balls of the feet before them with the feathertips. The writhing feet before them were a wicked ticklish delight and the amazing ticklishness of their heroic victims was intoxicating as was their woeful helpless mad laughter!
Xena in particular was very ticklish on the balls of her feet so her elvan tormentor concentrated on these deep sweet ticklish mounds while she screamed a shrill laughter into the caverns. The other elf decided to drive Gabrielle insane with lunatic breathless giggling by dragging her feather up and down her soles and playfully side to side.
With every stroke of the feathers the women seemed to be getting even more ticklish. Was it magic, Xena dimly wondered, or was it a natural effect of being helplessly tickled this way!!!??? Still she felt intoxicated by the submission she was forced into by each stroke of the feather, and she was enthralled by watching Gabrielle’s poor soles being tickle-tortured while she could feel the torment of the feather on her own poor soles.
Gabrielle was likewise aroused and mesmerised by the site of Xena feet being tickled as her soles were tickled and tickled and tickled…
Hours seemed to pass…
Another sneaky look passed between the elvan women and suddenly Xena and Gabrielle felt and observed the tickling feathers begin to torture the undersides of their poor toes. Each captive woman screamed in tremendous inevitable submissive laughter! Their toes were so ticklish that they stopped struggling and quivering and just gave in to the feeling of the terrible horrifying ticklishness of the torment.
On and on it went…
Somewhere in the mad laughter they watched and felt the elvan women add to the tickling sensation with their fingertips, lips and their tongues! The laughter seemed to get more desperate, more submissive, and their soles stopped struggling all together and just accepted the incredible tickle-torture inflicted by the warm elvan invading their toes, the fingertips tickling their arches and the feather-tips delicately tormenting the balls of the feet.
All the while victims watched, transfixed, the tickletorture of the feet beside them.
As the elvan women tickletortured the soft soles before them, they frequently teased their victim below the table with long toes probing and gently stroking moist loins and labia. Xena and Gabrielle laughed and writhed with building frustration.
Hours seemed to pass.
The elvan women smiled at each other at the delicious taste of these sweet sweaty soles, but reluctantly stopped, leaving their victims giggling from residual sensation, their soles and toes quivering and glistening.
Finally Xena gasped, “Is it over? Can we go now?”
“No. We will repeat this for two whole days. This has just been 1 hours tickling. Your soles have many more hours to endure yet!” smiled one of the elvan women.
“But we are victims of a cruel prank!”
“Never mind! Our law is clear! However, at the end of your ordeal, you will be able to join us in the punishment of Callisto. We have determined her feet are even more ticklish than either of yours! Meanwhile, we will begin with these very fine paint brushes – your soles are so pink and extra sensitive now that this should be even more fun that the last session…”
And the sound of begging, and tickletorment and teasing ‘neath the table by nimble slender toes began to fill the cavern once more…
Somewhere in the back of her mind Xena could hardly wait to tickletorture Callisto’s soft pampered feet!
Stay tuned for the next episode of Xena and the Labyrinth of (S)Laughter!!!!
Oh the humanity! They get even…
Note: did you see the last episode?
Gabbie fretted as Xena and she entered the cave system once more.
What if they were caught and tickle-tortured again!??!!
Xena gathered a new firebrand and lit it as they entered the dark foreboding caverns.
This time the Elvan women were so incensed at these intruders that they decided to make the punishment extreme. Very extreme.
Xena and Gabrielle feel the air change, a magic breeze fills the cavern and a strange aroma fills their nostrils.
“What… What is it?!” cries gabby.
“I feel… faint…”gasps Xena and then she and Gabrielle swoon and collapse unconscious.
They magically awoke at the same time in strange circumstances. Gabrielle and Xena discovered they had their shod feed and their heads protruding from slots set on opposite sides of a table.
‘What is this,” said Xena, dryly, “Are we the meal of the day?”
Xena and Gabby positioned on opposite sides of the table so if they turn their heads slightly sideways they can see the shod soles of the other’s shoes. Underneath the table they are naked with their hands are tied behind them.
“Its almost as if this huge table is a set of horizontal stocks with you on one side and me on the other! I don’t like this. They’re gonna tickle us again – only this time I’ll be able to see every tickling touch on your soles and you’ll be forced to watch my feet being tickletortured!!” cried Gabrielle!
“Look Xena! On either side of our feet! Our mysterious captors have “set the table” as if for a meal with wicked looking feathers!!!”
Sure enough there were wicked looking slender eagle feathers set on either side of their ankles.
“Oh God,” Cried Xena as the terrifying realisation hit home! “Not again, not the feet!? Not my bare feet!!!!?”
Two gorgeous looking slender elvan women appeared like magic at their soles. They were seated on arcane thrones and leant their elbows on the table as if awaiting a sumptuous repast. They might have been twins. Xena and Gabrielle gasped and struggled in their bondage!! It was if the appeared out of thin air!! The elves immediately began to remove their captives’ boots and socks, ignoring pleas for mercy!! Each pair of creamy and pink soles, each set of slender toes, was bared and made vulnerable for the terrible tickling to come. Xena and Gabby flexed and wriggled their soles, their toes quivering, at the fresh night air on their sensitive soles, and in dreadful anticipation.
“Yes we will tickle-torture your poor soles in many and terrible ways!” cried one.
“Who are you, why do you do this to us?? You already know we are dreadfully ticklish on our poor feet!!” cried Gabby.
One said, “Yes we find it amusing that you would venture into the labyrinth once more, after last time… You have terribly fabulously ticklish sole and toes!!! How could we resist???”
“Our names are secret and not for such as you. We are the delegates of our tribe sent to tickle torture your soft sweet soles” cried one.
“And your long ticklish toes!” teased the other.
“We are trying to rescue some children in this Labyrinth of Slaughter of yours! Why do this???” cried Gabby!
“Labyrinth of Slaughter?!!! This is the Labyrinth of Laughter!!” Laughed the other elvan lady. “It looks like you two have been the victim of somebody’s idea of a joke!!”
“Callisto!!!” cried Xena and Gabrielle together!!
Xena said, “So why not let us go, and we’ll settle the score with the one who sent us here!”
“Oh no. You broken our law. Any who venture in here must face the tickle torture. The law knows no exceptions.” Said one.
“But,” said the other, “We’ll settle our own score with Callisto – we know of this young upstart!”
Each prisoner watched helplessly as the elvan women reached for feathers and teasingly raised them towards the helpless soles protruding from the table.
Xena gulped as she could see the elf at her feet smile at her teasingly over her long toes as the feather approached. Xena’s eyes widened as she watched Gabrielle’s soft pink fabulous soles writhe and her toes flinch as the elf on her side of the table brought the feather’s tip soooo terribly close to her left arch.
Likewise Gabrielle gasped as she saw the smiling elf on the other side of the table bring the feather’s tip devilishly slowly towards her own helpless soles; and she was fascinated by Xena’s creamy wrinkled soles and sweet slender toes wriggle as the feather’s tip was playfully directed towards them by a wickedly grinning elf on her side of the table.
Suddenly each woman squealed with terrible keening laughter as the feathers playfully explored their insanely ticklish arches! Gabrielle was found to be madly ticklish on her arches just under the elliptical balls of her feet. Xena was especially ticklish along a crease that started between the deep mounds of the balls of her feet and continued down the centre of her creamy wrinkly arches!! Each woman had tears of lunatic laughter trickling down their faces from the maddening sensations on their own soles, but their eyes were wide with fascination as they each watched feathers torment the other’s beautiful soles.
Hours and hours passed, or so it seemed.
The elvan women smiles wickedly at each other, and nodded. Suddenly they each began to tickle the balls of the feet before them with the feathertips. The writhing feet before them were a wicked ticklish delight and the amazing ticklishness of their heroic victims was intoxicating as was their woeful helpless mad laughter!
Xena in particular was very ticklish on the balls of her feet so her elvan tormentor concentrated on these deep sweet ticklish mounds while she screamed a shrill laughter into the caverns. The other elf decided to drive Gabrielle insane with lunatic breathless giggling by dragging her feather up and down her soles and playfully side to side.
With every stroke of the feathers the women seemed to be getting even more ticklish. Was it magic, Xena dimly wondered, or was it a natural effect of being helplessly tickled this way!!!??? Still she felt intoxicated by the submission she was forced into by each stroke of the feather, and she was enthralled by watching Gabrielle’s poor soles being tickle-tortured while she could feel the torment of the feather on her own poor soles.
Gabrielle was likewise aroused and mesmerised by the site of Xena feet being tickled as her soles were tickled and tickled and tickled…
Hours seemed to pass…
Another sneaky look passed between the elvan women and suddenly Xena and Gabrielle felt and observed the tickling feathers begin to torture the undersides of their poor toes. Each captive woman screamed in tremendous inevitable submissive laughter! Their toes were so ticklish that they stopped struggling and quivering and just gave in to the feeling of the terrible horrifying ticklishness of the torment.
On and on it went…
Somewhere in the mad laughter they watched and felt the elvan women add to the tickling sensation with their fingertips, lips and their tongues! The laughter seemed to get more desperate, more submissive, and their soles stopped struggling all together and just accepted the incredible tickle-torture inflicted by the warm elvan invading their toes, the fingertips tickling their arches and the feather-tips delicately tormenting the balls of the feet.
All the while victims watched, transfixed, the tickletorture of the feet beside them.
As the elvan women tickletortured the soft soles before them, they frequently teased their victim below the table with long toes probing and gently stroking moist loins and labia. Xena and Gabrielle laughed and writhed with building frustration.
Hours seemed to pass.
The elvan women smiled at each other at the delicious taste of these sweet sweaty soles, but reluctantly stopped, leaving their victims giggling from residual sensation, their soles and toes quivering and glistening.
Finally Xena gasped, “Is it over? Can we go now?”
“No. We will repeat this for two whole days. This has just been 1 hours tickling. Your soles have many more hours to endure yet!” smiled one of the elvan women.
“But we are victims of a cruel prank!”
“Never mind! Our law is clear! However, at the end of your ordeal, you will be able to join us in the punishment of Callisto. We have determined her feet are even more ticklish than either of yours! Meanwhile, we will begin with these very fine paint brushes – your soles are so pink and extra sensitive now that this should be even more fun that the last session…”
And the sound of begging, and tickletorment and teasing ‘neath the table by nimble slender toes began to fill the cavern once more…
Somewhere in the back of her mind Xena could hardly wait to tickletorture Callisto’s soft pampered feet!
Stay tuned for the next episode of Xena and the Labyrinth of (S)Laughter!!!!
Oh the humanity! They get even…
