The Sparrow family at the Christmas faire. FFF/FFF (sexual at the end)

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Hope you all had a Merry Christmas. Here is the side story following on from Sasha and Sally at the Christmas Fayre following the three women with golden tickets

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It had been a heady day of spectacle and ceremony at the Christmas faire. In the morning a short middle-eastern woman had been tickled on stage to the delight of the crowd. Next a blonde ‘Princess’ had been torment alongside her ‘wench’; an older auburn woman who had enjoyed the torment at first, but then found out just how cruel her captors could be.

The crowd had been given ‘Golden tickets’ and allowed to tickle these women themselves, to their utter delight. Three of the crowd, however had found the small print on their tickets rather surprising and now nervously glanced around as the 'performers’ prepared the smoke bombs they had seen them use before to transition between the scintillating spectacles of tickle-torture.

Until now each of the three nervous women had assumed those getting tickled were all twins, as was the prevailing opinion amongst the crowd. As the smoke engulfed them, they each felt a deep sense of dread as their senses were assaulted and befuddled.

As the smoke cleared the crowd cheered. The blonde princess was now 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 red-haired woman was now red-faced and laughing hard into a ball-gag as two elves used two of the electric shocking devices and an evil mechanical brush to torment her bright red soles.

Central stage were three oversized present boxes. The one to stage left was blue and gold with a yellow bow. The middle box was green and white with a red-bow and the box to stage right was jet-black with a silver bow. The crowd waited eagerly, anticipating the spectacle to come whilst eagerly glancing up at the rack where the red haired woman struggled and squealed.

Inside the central box the desperate mother struggled against her bonds, she could feel that she had somehow been put in a set of stocks by the feel of the heavy wood and soft padding that held each ankle tightly, the heavy weight of the wood making the sensitive Miss Phoebe Sparrow nervous. Her wrists were also secured above her head. In the box to either side of their mother, her two daughter squirmed and struggled in the same manner: each wondering how they had been trapped this way… ‘Was it really magic?’… ‘Were they safe?’. Phoebe thought to herself.

One by one the boxes were opened at the command of the red-haired elf who seemed to be running the show. With a sense of spectacle the three 'winners' were revealed in turn each sat in a set of stocks, their arms secured high above their heads and their feet wiggling in the stocks. The box to stage left was opened revealing athletic blonde: Yvonne Sparrow, struggling in a set of stocks to the delight of the crowd.

“Two struggling blondes in one day!” The red haired elf exclaimed, adding; “It must be Christmas!”

As the central box was opened the blonde’s mother: The delightful Miss Phoebe Sparrow was revealed as the festive green and white wrapping paper and red festive bow were torn away to the delight of the crowd. Both of the stocked women wore soft ugg-boots that the elves easily pulled away, revealing Yvonne's white trainer socks under a second looser pair of socks that came away with the boots. Meanwhile her mother Phoebe's feet squirmed in their warm festive Christmas socks. Both women could feel the eyes of the crowd on them. To their right the performers were making a show of unwrapping the black and silver wrapping paper.

“Any guesses as to what is in box number three?... So far we have... 🎵🎶 two struggling blondes, two hot milfs and a….🎶🎵” The red haired elf asked the crowd mimicking the ‘twelve days of Christmas’ as best she could in a sing-song voice.

The crowd shouted variations on: ‘ sexy Goth-teen’… ‘Needs-a-tickling’ trying to cleverly finish the song but clamouring with one another as they excitedly watched the struggling nineteen year-old be revealed in her bondage.

The desperate-teen wore the same gothic apparel she had earlier, only now her big black leather boots with lots of lock-like buckles were prominently displayed. The elves struggled to remove them to display her feet. They had to open the stocks temporarily as their prize struggled frantically.


"Oh oh ooooh! It seems someone is a real fighter!...." the red-haired elf commented as Esme the teenage goth struggled frantically to escape.

"Seems like a certain ticklish young-miss, doesn't think she can take what she just dished out to blondie back there!" the elf running the show concluded as she gestured to the blonde princess struggling still on the X-frame under the tickly administrations of the dark skinned gothic-elf.

Each of the three freshly-revealed captives were gagged; Yvonne the athletic blonde with a big red ball gag, her younger sister Esme was silenced by a slightly smaller black gag whilst their mother Phoebe gibbered into a cleave-gag made out of colourful and festive fabric. The frantic gothic teenager was finally re-secured in the stocks revealed a pair of cute stocking-clad soles from under thick black socks. Despite her best efforts at throwing a tantrum the heavy wooden board closed over her ankles trapping her small cute feet in the perfectly shaped padding for the crowd to marvel at. Her soles were long and perfect, with lower arches than her sister but had perfect toes and heels and flawless skin that was so inviting under sheer black nylons.

Her mother pleaded into her gag as the red haired elf approached. She didn't know how they had transported them into the stocks like this and she was confused. One thing she knew was that her youngest daughter was not going to be able to take this. Until this very year; Esme her youngest daughter had been such a shy sensitive girl; finally coming out of her shell having finished her A-levels a year later than normal. She had gotten over her many medical problems that had resulted in her being held back a year as a younger teenager, had her braces removed and really found herself.

It was a delight for Miss Sparrow to listen to her youngest daughter make plans for her gap-year and university. Her youngest daughter Esme had never been as tough or as confident as her older sister Yvonne; causing Miss Sparrow to worry, not just because of the medical issues that had caused her many sleepless nights but also because she knew a lack of confidence could lead to a life of regret..

Now Phoebe Sparrow worried for both of her daughters and also herself: ‘How had the show performers even done this?!’ to her left her poor youngest daughter just whimpered whilst to her right her eldest struggled defiantly as her feet were bared for the crowd. Both mother and daughter winced as the athletic blonde's white ankle socks were thrown into the audience for two lucky perverts to keep as souvenirs. Glancing to her left again Phoebe beheld her sweet little girl to stage-right who was insanely sensitive and growing up had been subjected to this form of torture whenever she upset her elder sister.

"Now then… 'Mommy dearest!'..." The red haired elf began as she removing the struggling woman's gag.

"Please don't tickle my daughter!...." the soft-voiced woman pleaded, more concerned with daughter’s fate than her ow.

"Hmmm! You only wish to spare one of your daughter's the kind of torture you were all yourselves, just inflicting on that poor princess!" The red haired elf replied, nodding to the X-frame where Sasha still struggled in a similar princess costume, only green instead of red so that the crowd would think they had 'swapped twins' again.

"Well!... Don't tickle any of us ideally!...." The trembling woman answered, remembering how ticklish her eldest had been that time....

…That time last year when she had shown her eldest what it felt like when 'someone bigger and stronger than you pins you down and does that to you!' It was a necessary lesson she had to teach her eldest after a particularly long tickle-torture session that her eldest daughter had inflicted upon her little-sister after she had caught the shy girl exploring in her bedroom the day after the poor girl's eighteenth birthday.

"If you have to tickle someone tickle me!" The soft mother offered valiantly from the stocks.

She did not have long to wait as the red haired elf explored her socked feet as two of her accomplices tormented the woman's upper body from behind.

"Ah haha haha! I-ha! I didn't mean ri-hi-hi-ight awa-ha-hey!" Phoebe screamed as she burst into ticklish laughter.

"It seems it runs in the family" the red-haired elf joked.

The crowd laughed. A few still held their golden tickets, hoping they would get a turn tickling the blonde or maybe these three new volunteers.

"So then, Miss Sparrow... We are going to play a little game!... We are going to tickle you and you need to resist or else we will tickle one of your lovely daughters!" The red haired elf explained as her victim recovered from the sudden ticklish onslaught.

Her victim wondered how the woman knew her name but had other things to worry about as her festive socks were slowly removed revealing her soft pale wide soles. Phoebe curled her toes under the crowds gaze, feeling slightly self-conscious. She had good feet, but they were 'Mom-feet'. She took good care of them but after having two children they had strangely gotten wider and although she still had deep arches they weren't the long elegant and slim soles she had when she was younger.

The crowd marvelled at the spectacle before them, anticipating what the would happen to the family of three on display front and centre. Meanwhile at the back of the stage the blonde princess was getting slowly tickled to hysterics by feathers alone, 'they usually started with feathers after they swapped them' the more loyal watchers commented.

All the while the red-haired wench was getting tickled mercilessly on the rack, giving the true sadists something to focus on as two or three of the elves saw just how much the poor gagged volunteer could take. Sally sort of regretted sticking around and asking to get tickled herself, but she had climaxed more often and harder than she had in... Well her entire life!

What really drew the crowd’s attention was the game was being prepared centre stage; they hungrily watched the three stocked women squirm. Even those who were neither sadists nor keen tickle-philes thought that these three had got to tickle the 'Blonde Princess' for way too long, and eagerly awaited watching their punishment unfold before their eyes; Live and cruel!

Slowly the red-haired elf showed Miss Sparrow two small jingle bells;

"Do you see these?..." She asked as her victim nodded nervously as the little bells jingled, they were the kind that could be added to a festive Christmas hat, or elf boots.

"I am going to attach these to your toes, and every time I hear them ring I am going to tickle your eldest daughter for one minute..." The red haired elf explained so that the crowd could hear too.

Yvonne looked worried, she had always loved tickling her shy and nerdy little sister Esme but knew deep down that she herself was almost as ticklish; a fact that both her mother and the hazing rituals of one of her sports clubs had taught her. The red haired elf continued to explain the predicament the Sparrow family found themselves in.

"Should you wish to hear your daughters suffer in stereo: simply speak and we will tickle your youngest for one minute per word!"

"Oh no!...." Miss Sparrow wailed.

"And that is two minutes right there!" The red haired elf exclaimed joyfully.

Phoebe was about to object that they hadn't started yet but guessed correctly that this would cause her daughter more torment.

Four of the elves had congregated at her youngest daughter's feet and another three took up a position behind the stocks. Two of the elves seized the goth teenager's toes and held them back stretching the arches taut for torment. The poor thing was already hysterically thrashing in her bonds before the elves began tickling her.

Esme's cute black top offered her underarms and neck little protection as feathers slowly explored her soft and sensitive pale exposed skin. Even these soft feather touches were more than the poor teen could bear, as the elves started to tickle her feet the stocks began to shake.

The elves at the poor teen's soles were professionals and used their nails on her deep arches, meanwhile those holding back her toes used one hand to explore the sensitive skin smouldering between the hot nylon stockings.

The elves tickling the teenager's upper body switched from using feathers to fingers, two explored all of her upper body whilst the third began exploring her legs. Squeezing her thighs and gently teasing behind her outstretched knees.

It was only two minutes of torture but it was two minutes more than the hypersensitive goth-girl could stand. Esme would have given anything to escape, anything to make it stop, anything not to have to suffer the same humiliating torment again. She felt the crowds’ eyes on her as the elves slowed and stopped, holding their hands out for the crowd. Sobbing and pouting she tried to cover one foot with the other but the stocks held her feet too far apart for this luxury.

The crowd applauded as the goth-girl trembled and tried to shrink away shyly. She wished the ground would open up to swallow her: a wish she would later regret. Her mother gasped at the cruelty of these elves, it had only been two minutes but she knew her daughter was humiliated and desperate. She now had her own problems to worry about as the little jingle bells were secured to each of her big toes, the elves also secured two smaller ones to each of her little toes that attached to magnets.

"Now keep your toes splayed out Miss Sparrow or else we will tickle your eldest daughter just like we tickled your youngest..." The red haired elf gloated.

Phoebe opened her mouth to object, but thought better of it as her youngest daughter sobbed and whimpered. The desperate mother tried to look at her daughter to comfort her but winced as the first feather slowly traced her arch. The sensations were soft but scintillating. A second feather began its path up and down her other foot, she desperately wanted to wiggle her feet to regain some illusion of control; but Miss Sparrow knew that despite being tough, agile and athletic her eldest daughter was almost as ticklish as her youngest.

Miss Sparrow had no defence against what happened next the two elves reversed their feathers and used the sharp quills to trace up and down their captive's arches. The poor woman burst out laughing, nearly begged them to stop before remembering the cruel game she was being forced to play. As she laughed and struggled the bells rang. With supreme will power she splayed her toes and forced her feet to be still.

"Oh that was three distinct rings per bell! That is either twelve minutes of torment at the hands of a skilled tickler or three minutes under the fingertips of four!" The red haired elf began, before adding;

"What do you think Miss Sparrow? A slow torment under one cruel elf or three desperate minutes at the hands of four of our best ticklers?... One for twelve or four for three?"

Phoebe thought, during that punishment sensation she had inflicted her eldest had lasted ten minutes before cracking but put up a defiant resistance for the first five...

"Four for three" Phoebe whispered ruefully.

"Four for three!... That's three words so let us tickle both of your daughters!" the red haired elf exclaimed.

Phoebe was about to cry 'Nooo!' but stopped herself just in time. Four elves surrounded each of her daughters. Two at each of their feet and two above the stocks to torment their upper bodies. The athletic blonde put up a brave resistance but crumbled after a few seconds. The two elves holding each of her big toes began lightly tracing a fingertip up and down her high deep arches meanwhile the other two elves just dug into her upper body and legs showing her no mercy.

Her younger sister Esme received the same torture upon her stocking-clad soles but only feathers were used on her sensitive upper body. Even this was too much to bear and she screamed into her gag until she was red in the face, during the last minute the elves abandoned the feathers and used the fingertips softly behind her knees and in her helpless underarms making her scream and wail.

Both girls panted after their torturous ordeal. They had tickled the princess for far longer and were now proven to be alike her in terms of sensitivity, The younger goth-girl being perhaps being even more sensitive even than the blonde princess who struggled behind them on an X-frame still.

With the crowd largely focused on the family of three, the red haired elf toyed with her prey and described what was coming next;

"Now Miss Sparrow! We have seen how well you resist feathers, now we will test your resistance to fingers!...."

Phoebe simply shook her head defiantly. She wasn't going to let this woman trick her into talking so they would tickle her youngest daughter again.

"I'm afraid you have no choice Miss Sparrow! We will tickle you and you will laugh! And you will wiggle your toes sounding the tinkly-little chimes of doom for the fine female athlete sat to your right!"

Her eldest daughter Yvonne was struggling, trying to reach someone in the crowd with her eyes. She had watched the glamorous blonde do exactly the same earlier and mistook it for acting. Secretly she had longed to get her hands on the woman: 'a dumb model' she presumed, and it had been such a joy when she and her family got called up on stage. Now she sat and squirmed in the same terrible position herself, frustrated that the stocks held her so firmly and the crowd just gawped at her.

Two elves approached her mother's feet and began softly tickling using their fingertips. Instantly her mother shrieked and wiggled her feet making the little bells ring. The elves stopped allowing their victim to regain enough composure to splay her toes once more before tickling again making the tinkling jingly bells ring as her feet flexed inwards bringing up delightful wrinkles.

This time the red haired elf didn't announce the punishment it just started to the crowds delight. Two elves began tickling Yvonne's underarms and another two resumed the same torment of her feet, each holding her big toes between thumb and forefinger and using the other hand to torment her high arches. As her mother rang the bells a second time a fifth elf approached and began working the poor blonde's legs which desperately kicked the little they could. The distance between the chair and the stocks being just perfect to keep them outstretched

"Well Miss Sparrow! Since you can't keep from ringing the bells how about we make it worse for your firstborn every time you ring the bells!" The red haired leg teased.

"Noooo!" The desperate mother protested through helpless peals of laughter.

She instantly regretted her mistake as the elves began tickling her youngest daughter. The delicate goth-girl bursting into peels of helpless laughter as her minute of torment began at the hands of four elves. Miss Sparrow was certain she heard the word 'Mommy!' amongst her youngest daughter’s muffled laughter. Her primal urge to protect her daughter was overwhelmed by the terrible tickling and her involuntary reactions, she rang the bells continually as the lead elf purred;

"Okay now, if you make them ring for a minute straight we will take the torture up a notch! Five minutes straight we add an elf... Ten minutes and we will do something exceptionally cruel….. the way you were all exceptionally cruel to that sweet little princess!" The red haired elf gloated.

Phoebe squirmed and struggled, trying to keep her feet still. To her right her oldest daughter was struggling desperately, hitting the point where she would have told her captors anything to make it stop. She hated her mother at that point, she hated the elves more especially the red haired one who continued;

"And we will tickle her for as long as you make those little bells ring, plus and extra fifteen seconds. Keep your feet still for that long if you ever want us to stop tickling your daughter!"

Yvonne the athletic blonde was now as frantic as her mother. The elves holding her toes back had begun using electric flossers between them as they desperately scrunched. The two elves tickling her arches had started using their nails to trace devilish patterns. Poor Phoebe could barely resist even the lightest finger touches and made the bells ring continually as she was teased and tormented. Meanwhile her eldest daughter struggled to resist her toes being held still by the elves

"Cor these are some strong feet!" One of the elves trying to hold on to Yvonne's toes commented.

"Well since that is one minute of tinkly little chimes how about we apply some toe-ties?" The red haired elf replied.

Yvonne continued to struggle as her strong toes were tied back and splayed out. It took all four elves working her feet to do it but the battle was lost as she pleaded desperately into her gag as the torment of her upper body continued unabated. She remembered the princess' toes tied back like this and could only imagine how bad the flossers would be on her toes now they could not move at all. She did not have long to wonder as two of the elves selected them from the tickle-tools on the top of the stocks. Cruelly they positioned them and used their other free hand to tickle her taut helpless arches.

Her poor mother had reached a point of desperation as her daughter's muffled screams and laughter increased in pitch and desperation. Her own torture was more gentle but enough to keep her squirming and wiggling, her large breasts bouncing as she struggled.

"No!!! Not there!" She wailed between desperate bouts of laughter as the elves found a particularly ticklish spot just above her hips.

The frantic woman desperately regretted her outburst as her youngest daughter's torment resumed at the hands of the cruel performers. So far Esme had been getting it relatively easy but was still frantic as she had no idea when her mother Phoebe would lose control. The elves hungrily tickled her stocking-clad feet making her squeak and yelp. Her upper-body and legs were also explored, the most sensitive spots being remember so they could be returned to again and again.

Thirty seconds after this the red haired elf decided it would be fun to see "if the sweet spot ran in the family.."

All three women squealed as the terribly ticklish spot just above their hips was squeezed by experienced hands. The sensations shot instantly to their brains making them panic and struggle. The torment of the rest of their bodies resumed mere seconds later making all three women thrash in their bondage. Cruelly the elves hit the sweet spot again a few seconds later making the girls’ mother scream;

"No! not again!..."

Cruelly the red hair elf explained that her youngest daughter now had five minutes and thirty seconds of tickling to endure straight without a break. She pretended to interview the desperate teen asking her "is that the longest you have ever been tickled?"

The frantic goth-girl couldn't have answered even if she wasn't gagged and laughed and shrieked as the fiends exploited every sensitive spot of her young tender body that decency would allow. The red haired elf quipped;

"Well even if it isn't the longest you have ever been tickled it certainly will be the worst you have ever been tickled!"

The five minute mark was reached and an extra elf was added to torment Yvonne's long shapely legs. Her torture had gradually increased minute by minute until she was hardly able to breathe as two vibrating hairbrushes were being used on her arches below a masterclass of toe-tickling torment.

"Stop it!..." Her mother wailed, concerned for her eldest daughter enough to sentence her youngest to two more horrible minutes of torment.

"I tell you what Miss Sparrow let us gag and tickle you that badly for ten minutes and we will stop right now, if you can't take it we will resume the punishment!" The red haired elf purred.

The desperate woman went to answer then remembered her youngest daughter who had finally collapsed into the hell of silent laughter.

"Just nod if you agree!" The red haired elf offered.

Phoebe nodded and as she did so the absolute tickle hell her eldest daughter ceased, the exhausted blonde sucked down deep lung-fulls of air, finding her ordeal more exhausting than any work-out. Her gag was temporarily removed and the athletic girl was given water to drink. The red haired elf made some quip about 'endurance training' as her mother curled and flexed her toes as the little jingle bells were removed.

Slowly her wide feet were secured by the performers in the evil toe-ties. The desperate mother tingled with anticipation as she was re-gagged. She knew she was probably more ticklish than her eldest daughter and had less endurance to the intense torture these sadists were likely to inflict. The red haired elf continued to work the crowd giving her captive two items to hold, one in each hand. The strange items snapped poor Phoebe out of a terror-induced daze.

"Now Miss Sparrow, since you are gagged you will be unable to let us know if it is too much and you want us to tickle your daughters instead..."

Poor Phoebe Sparrow protested into her gag: 'they had tricked her!' she looked desperately at her youngest daughter who squirmed and looked at her mother with wide brown pleading eyes.

"... Simply drop these devices should it all get too much and will tickle both of your daughters instead of you” The red haired elf explained, adding; “…But don't squeeze them too hard unless you want us to take the torture up a notch.

The poor woman had not even seen the items but by the feel of it they were made of soft plastic surrounding some kind of lever-like switch. She could tell be the feel of them that they would ‘go-off’ if she loosened her grip or dropped them but could also sense that she could grip them harder, pushing the internal lever back into each device but understood that this would make things worse for her.

Slowly the performers dressed as elves started tickling her underarms with feathers again, verbally teasing her as they did so. The desperate mother shrieked and squealed girlishly into her fabric cleave-gag, she had the cutest laugh and squirmed delightfully as the feathers explored her sensitive soft skin. As one of the feathers unexpectedly found her neck Phoebe flinched as squeezed the device in her left hand hard. An alarm sounded and the performers began using their fingertips.

"Just squeeze of you want us to go harder honey!" The red haired elf quipped as the other elves began tormenting the poor woman's legs and knees along the alarms go off again.

More of the elves began focusing on Miss Sparrow's feet. Using feathers at first as their counterparts used both soft finger touches and feather on their desperate victim's upper body. They were toying with her, knowing that period of softer tickles were necessary so that a sudden assault would catch her by surprise. The first of which involved the sharp quill ends of the feathers tracing Phoebe's tender arches. As she squealed into her gag the struggling stocked submissive woman squeezed both hands tightly as was rewarded with a fervorous and vigorous tickling of her sides, upper body and knees.

Her two daughters watched in anguish as their mother nearly dropped the little devices. Both glanced from the sick spectacle of their mother's torment to the hungry crowd and back again; each remembering when they were part of the zeitgeist of schadenfreude and sadism and wondering how they became so intoxicated with the irresistible urge to inflict intense cruel tickle-torment that seems to almost permeate the atmosphere. Yvonne was being treated to a foot massage with warm oil that made her wince and squirm as it was slowly explained to her in great detail how it would make her more sensitive for the torments to come.

Meanwhile whilst the elves attending to her little sister Esme took great delight in slowly explaining all the cruel forms of tickle-torture they would inflict upon her should 'Mommy Dearest' fail. They loved making the shy gothic teen squirm as she imagined every new form of torture they described which made the shy teen's that eyes dart back and forth as she imagined the creative cruelty and scintillating sadism.

As punishment for squeezing the devices hard for thirty seconds straight the elves tickling Phoebe began to use flossers on their struggling victim's toes. The poor Miss Sparrow went berserk and gripped both devices for dear life. The cruel red-haired elf worked the crowd talking about how she: 'clearly wanted more' and that they would: 'take the torture up and up and up!'. The struggling brunette just screamed into her gag, gripped the device hard and thrashed her long soft hair whipping back and forth.

As Phoebe turned red in the face the elves gave her a brief break during which she blushed and whimpered. She felt her body tingle all over as two of the elves began to run hot oil into her pink warm soles. It felt good but the desperate mother knew that more tickle-torture was to come. She did not have long to squirm and anticipate the torments to come as two hairbrushes made two surprise assaults on her soft wide arches.

Miss Phoebe Sparrow thrashed and bucked, being sent straight back to tickle hell. She squeezed the dreadful devices hard and was rewarded by the terrible tools vibrating at her soles. Two of the elves focused on her 'sweet spot' just above her hips and it was almost enough to break their victims iron grip on the devices which now made an urgent solid tone. Suddenly the torture stopped and Phoebe loosened her grip slightly. 'is it over?'... 'Did I win?' the desperate mother thought as she internally decided that had to be ten minutes.

Suddenly Phobe shrieked as the two devices in her hands shocked her with harsh electric shocks. At almost the exact same time two of the elves had shock her soles with two of the little electric shock devices catching the poor woman off guard. Phoebe's heart skipped a beat as she realised what she had done. With a sinking feeling she heard the two devices fall to the ground and begin to ring with a new tone to show they had been released.

The crowd roared in delight as the red-haired elf cackled cruelly;

'Oh Miss Sparrow!... So near and yet so far!"

Angrily the normally demure and submissive mother eyed her cruel captor.

"You dropped the devices at nine minutes and forty-eight seconds!"

The still red faced woman tried to remember the rules; 'would they only tickle her daughters for twelve seconds?' to either side of her both her daughters were struggling. Broken from the silent sorrow of watching their mother's awful ordeal. Esme, the goth teen whimpered as a dark skinned elf in similar clothing began to whisper in her ear. Meanwhile Yvonne made renewed efforts to break free from the stocks.

Miss Sparrow pleaded into her gag for her daughters to be left alone. Even without the muffling of the awful soft ball her pleas would have been incomprehensible due to the onslaught of tickle-torture she had endured. Desperately she watched as two small screens were set up on top of the stocks just to either side of the toe-ties, each showed her two beloved daughters frantically squirming and struggling.

As the red haired elf worked the crowd one of the other elves whispered in the struggling Sparrow's ear;

"These screen also trace your retina's..." Phoebe couldn't turn to look at the cruel performer but listed as she continued.

"....Look at either screen for longer than ten seconds and we will take the torture up a notch for whichever of your daughters you look at for too long! Also if you close your eyes or look away entirely from either screen we will increase the torture for both your lovely daughters....."

Miss Sparrow objected into her gag as she watched her youngest squirm and shrink as the gothic elf whispered something in her daughter's cute little ear whilst another one of the performers whispered something into her own ear.

"We want you to watch!" The cruel voice whispered.

The poor woman was more frantic than when they had been tickling her. She would do anything for either of her daughters and knew this would humiliate and possibly even traumatise them. The gothic elf was now cruelly whispering in her eldest daughter's ears having passed by Miss Sparrow. Meanwhile her youngest daughter looked so frightened as a new performer took up position to direct her torment... 'What had the gothic elf said to her?' Miss Sparrow thought.

The sensitive teen had felt almost soothed at first by the new arrival of a soft demure brunette elf who whispered to her. The tone was soft and sweet and knowing as she coped that: "Us ticklish goth-girls need to stick together!..."

For a brief moment the frantic teen thought she would be released, or at least spared the kind of torment she had witnessed and inflicted herself upon the blonde princess she did not realise was no longer behind her on the X-Frame. But then came the dreadful words;

"But I have to prepare you because you have been caught, just like they caught me!...."

"....And the tickling never stops, even when I am the one doing the tickling I know deep down there is something tickling.... The other me, I can't explain it. But this will never end. You are just too pretty and perfect for the boss to let go..."

As the frantic teen listened she felt a sinking feeling deep inside of her, it was the same feeling she had felt when she found herself inexplicably trapped in the box after the smoke bombs. She couldn't explain it but knew that her new 'friend' was right. Just as she tried to make eye contact the gothic-elf was gone leaving the poor teen to squirm.

Gothie had a blonde-bitch-itch to scratch having lost her new tickle-toy to 'the boss' who lingered on the very edge of her perception as she made her way the lovely lithe Yvonne who would do to satiate her deep hunger to tickle-torture angelic blonde women. She wasn't as perfect as the princess, but she would do.

"So blondie you've got yourself trapped in the stocks like the Princess you just tickled!..." Gothie began, the other elves shrinking tinto the background the way that they did.

".... And guess what?!... I like tickling pretty women as much as you do!.. I like it when they beg and I like it when they break!"

Yvonne squirmed, alarmed at the intensity of the newcomer who seemed so much more... REAL than the elves who had been attending to her during her mother's trial-by-tickling.

".... And you are going to be my little 'Bitch-o-tin' patch because I now have the tickler's blue-balls for that blue-eyed bitch I just lost...." Gothie continued.

Her captive protested into her gag, finding the intense London accent with a faint Indian twang intimidating as it softly and sharply described the torments that were to come.

"....Oooh yes!... I am sure you are lovely!... And not at all like those blonde bitches from my school who would make fun of the fragrant ethnic dishes my Mummy sent me along to school with; whilst they all munched their white-bread sandwiches...." The intense gothic elf continued, this had been a long time coming.

"Maybe I should put my anger, my jealousy and my wrath to one side?... And not torture every perfect blonde with sensitive alabaster skin with merciless tickle-torture!..." The cruel performer whispered rhetorically, before adding;

".... But since I have you stocked and helpless I cannot help myself, I am drawn to you like a moth to flame!"

The red haired elf finished working the crowd. Both daughters and their mother were already hysterical at the prospect of the torment to come. The three women were in a panicked frenzy as tickle tools were slowly laid out for all to see on the top of the stocks.

Against the typical way the tools were used one by one the electric flossers were selected first for use on Yvonne's toes. The lithe and wiry athlete made the stocks shake as she struggled in response to the cruel tools tickly touch. Yvonne remembered using these devices on the Princess' toes but now she felt them explore her own toes and all the sensitive spaces between she thought to herself that they should banned under the Geneva convention! Her mother protested into her gag as she watched the little screen and looked to her right. Fervently she looked at her youngest daughter's screen also, remembering her daughter's would get it worse if she did not check in on them.

"We are going to have to tie these fingers back!...." The gothic elf slowly explained in her blonde victim's ear, adding; "otherwise you will ball up your fingers and draw blood from your palms..."

Her victim laughed and protested into her gag as the flossers were replaced by teasing fingertips she tried to fight the taller elves seizing her strong fingers and preparing them to be tied back to the little mini-stocks above her head but she could not see and was outnumbered.

"Time for us to see how ticklish the palms of your hands are!...." The cruel gothic elf whispered cruelty.

To stage right the poor gothic teen was just as frantic under no physical stimulation. The elves had produced enormous fake feathers larger than they were and had been comically teasing her to the delight and frustration of the crowd. Even the prospect of the soft fronds touching her made the poor teen nervous, something the elves knew and delighted in. There was one elf who seemed more... REAL.... Like the gothic elf earlier she seemed like a real person to the frantic teen, unlike the other performers who were halfway between strangers in a crowd and something out of a nightmare.

"I saw Gothie talking to you earlier!...." The kind soft elf began.

"Now I am going to try and make sure they are gentle with you, but this will be torture for you! You are clearly very sensitive and they like taking hypersensitive and submissive women and tickle them for a long!... Long!... Time!...."

As she whispered, Ellie watched the gothic teen become more frantic and apprehensive. Her voice was reassuring but she knew it had the opposite effect, still she hoped that this one would patch onto her as the 'good cop'...

"I should know! They did this to me last year!.... And I still get tickle every night pretty much. It has been a year of tickle-heaven and simultaneously a year of tickle hell!"

As Ellie spoke two of the elves made contact with the comedy feathers teasing the poor girls neck. As she squeaked into her gag two more began softly tickling her soles with their fingertips. The result was a complete meltdown. The verbal teasing and the sense of spectacle had made the poor teen hyper-alert and hyper-sensitive, now even the soft touches on her nylon-clad soles made her struggle and shake the stocks like her sister who was received a far more brutal torment to stage left.

Between her two daughters their soft mother glanced from screen to screen, desperate to stop them 'taking to the torture up a notch'. She protested into her gag that they had started quite intensely with her eldest but did not want her muffled words to lead to them ramping up the torture of her poor, sweet and sensitive youngest daughter. In response to her muffled protests the cruel elf behind her whispered;

"We want to see how much she can take, her last endurance trial intrigued us..."

To her mother's right the athletic blonde was reaching the stage of silent laughter. Two elves ran their fingertips up and down her palms singing softly as they did so. Below this four more tormented her upper body and sides whilst a. Further two teased and tickled her waist, legs and thighs. The real torture was being inflict upon her feet where four elves wielded a total of eight electric flosser between all the sensitive spaces between her trapped toes as two of their compatriots lay on their backs to reach up to tickle the blonde's taut soles with their sharp fingertips. The true mastery of this torture was that the crowd could see it all rather than just a bundle of sadists crowding around feet they could not see.

Desperately the blonde's mother counted the seconds as she watched aghast at the little screen which showed her every detail of the intense tickle-torture. She glanced at the next screen which showed her her youngest daughters fingers being tied back in the same fashion.

"We are going to see how ticklish the palms of your hands are, you will not believe how tickly this can be once your fingers are restrained by the little loops...." The soft voiced elf whispered in the goth-teens ear.

The poor sensitive girl was frantic. She remembered playing 'round-and-round- the-garden-like-a-teddy-bear' with her Mummy when she was little, but knew that this would be different. The elves at her feet had seized her toes and were marvelling at her soft pale soles and round heels.

"... And don't get me started on what they like to do to soft ticklish feet.... I go barefoot and wear sandals basically all year because I am sensory-seeking and have a thing about my feet. But they really mapped my soles, really found every spot and used every trick in the book.... You wear boots and socks all the time yes?" The soft voiced elf asked.

The goth teen meekly nodded and pleaded with her eyes, sensing that this was her only potential friend, the only one who would show her any mercy.

"Oooh! Now that isn't good! That makes your feet hypersensitive and they know it!.... They will really take advantage of that!... Especially once they tickle you bare foot!" The soft voiced elf purred.

The poor gothic teen whimpered and squirmed, trying to protest as she remembered how cruelly they had all tickled the blonde princess when she was barefoot.

"I mean those sheer nylons will actually make your feet more sensitive, not as much as the ultra-sheer ones they will no doubt force you to wear later...." The soft voiced elf continued.

The poor teenager quivered as the last of the little loops were secured over her fingers, holding them at the pad of each fingertip and at the joints in between. She could feel that they held her hands firmly but that there was a little give. Testing them she felt them give and there was a little click.

"Now we are going to play a little game...." The soft voiced elf explained slowly; "I am going. To tickle the palms of your hands and every time you curl or wiggle your fingers like you did just now another elf will start tickling you. Once we have maximum elves we will start making the ticket torture worse and playing. Other games with you..."

The gothic teen protested at this betrayal by her only friend.

"Oh yes!.... I like to tickle pretty girls too!... And I like games wherein reacting to the tickles earns them more tickles!" The soft voiced elf purred.

The poor teen frantically tried to stay still as she felt the soft performer's fingertips lightly graze the palms of her hands. As the soft demure woman began fluttering her fingertips the goth teen flinched and scrunched her fingertips at the unexpected sensations. She was rewarded by one of the elves at the stocks tickling her right foot just softly. Instantly the poor teen flipped out and a second elf began lightly teasing her left foot.

"Oh this is going to be fun! We will have maximum elves at no time at all!...." Ellie the soft voiced elf purred.

To the struggling teens left her mother frantically glanced from side to side at the two little screen. Her own soles had been treated to a hot oil massage that tickled slightly but felt good. Two small heaters wee positioned to heat her soles making the poor woman nervous.

"Don't worry, these won't hurt! They will just make you more ticklish for when it is your turn again" the cruel elf whispered in the struggling woman's ear.

Miss Sparrow wished she could turn and look at the awful performer but frantically glanced from screen to screen to the awful little electric heaters. She remembered the blonde Princess' soles being roasted this way and loathed the prospect of being made more sensitive herself.

"Hmm you are doing far too well at our little game, Miss Sparrow!..." The cruel voice whispered in her ear as the desperate mother glanced from screen to screen in a near perfectly timed pattern.

"We have not been able to take the torture up a notch for either of your daughters, not that it matters they are both terribly ticklish and due for torment and humiliation whatever you do!...."

Miss Sparrow protested into her gag. She had a deep bond with both her daughters ever since their father: Gary, disappeared. He had always been working and she had hardly seen them during the two and a half years between the birth of her eldest that of her youngest but then one day he was just: gone!

".... I think it is time for a new game! You must now only look at your oldest daughter as well tickle her senseless. Look away, even for a second and we will take her torture up a notch...." The cruel voice continued;

"Look at your youngest and doom both her and yourself to new and terrifying forms of tickle-torture!"

Miss Sparrow was frantic. Whilst she loved both her children she dreaded the prospect of not being able to see if 'her-little-bean' was okay. She had watched the soft fingertip tickles of her daughter's palms and the nylon-clad soles; and although she would have given anything to make it stop, even offering herself in her daughter's place: Miss Sparrow knew they could be a lot crueler to her sensitive daughter... The suffering of her eldest was testament to that!

To her mother's right the athletic blind struggled as the elves used evil mechanical brushes on her soles. They were soft mechanical cleaning brushes that whirred and span making her squeak and squeak. The elves had managed to fit more hands on her upper body by reaching through one another from positions. To either side and from behind the frantic blonde... No spot was left un-tickled as they acting like one entity, one creature: which in truth they were!

The gothic elf had abandoned the palms of her blonde captive's hands to two tall elves and instead used a strange vibrating feather on her captive neck. It was made of purple plastic and tickled terribly, a tickle-toy from her own collection: something she used with 'kinky' her play partner, and something she knew she would be unused for using on stage later, at the command of the boss.

Bother mother and daughter protested. The athletic blonde had never been tickled this badly in her life, even at her initiation when the girls had strapped her to a bench in the changing room along with the other 'Thrashing Freshers'. She was sure she would wet herself as two of the hand tickled her right by her bladder, the second she thought she would loose control all the hands changed in unison to focus on other spots which whilst still tickling terribly made it hard for her too pee. It was like a mass reflexology session designed to torment her.

The blonde's mother watched aghast, a part of her wnat d to look away but knew her eldest daughter would get it worse if she did. Most of all she wanted to check to see if 'her little-bean' was okay. She could hear her youngest daughter delightful terrified squeaks and squeals and knew that despite the torment being softer than that of her older sister it was no-doubt more than she could hear. Instinct took over and for a split second she glanced at the screen on the right to see her youngest writhing and squirming under the administrations of three elves who tickled her soles and the palms of her hands only.

"Oooh! Ooh! Oooooh!” the red haired elf exclaimed; explaining the cruel game to the crowd as another sinister voice whispered to Miss Sparrow the consequences of what she had just done.

"No we will up the torment for both of your daughters and tickle you as well!.... Let us see how these heat lamps have affected your soles...."

Miss Sparrow watched desperately as two dogs wearing little antlers were brought on stage. She remembered earlier how they had been encouraged to safely lick something from the Blonde Princess's soles and had smiled with her daughter with a cruel glee as the silly girl squirmed and struggled. Now it was her eldest daughter who would feel their tongues on her soles....

The desperate mother wailed and squealed as her own soles were explored with two tracing fingertips. 'oh wow! Had the heating lamps made it worse!'
She thought as she looked at the two elves tickling her.

,🎵🎶 "You just looked away again!" 🎶🎵 A little sing-song voided declared in her ear.

Miss Sparrow moaned as she returned her eyes to her screen. The elves tickling her eldest were not letting up as they tormented her upper body. Slowly the sticky goo was being applied to her quivering athletic soles. Her eldest daughter had always been strong resilient, knowing how to get what she wanted and helping her mother run the house from a young age. Now she was frantic and her mother would do anything to pay her back for all her years of love and help.

"If you want the elves tickling her upper body to give her a break just nod..." The cruel voice whispered in Miss Sparrow's ear.

Frantically the desperate mother nodded.

"... You didn't let me finish!... But you too will feel the tongues of the dogs and in the meantime you too will suffer as your eldest daughter suffered..."

Miss Sparrow moaned. Slowly the elves began to congregate around her as her eldest daughter's torment eased to allow her to focus on the dogs sniffing her trapped soles.

"What ho! kinky!..." The gothic elf announced, greeting her friend in a fake posh British accent like a Victorian dandy.

"Hey-ho! gothie!... Just tickled that wench until she cames so long and hard she passed out!...." The elf with pigtails replied, loudly enough for Miss Sparrow to hear but not the crowd who were a roar of excited chatter.

"Jolly Good Show! Wot! Wot!....” the gothic elf replied before adding; "Boss have her now? I take it? Hey! hey!"

"Perhaps! I covered her with a festive blanket to let her sleep, she will either awake on the rack for more torment on stage or.... Well... Something.... Something... Down below!...." The newcomer concluded, losing focus as her mind glazed over her memories of the cavern and her own capture.

"So you want to take this one and I will have fun with the blonde?" The gothic elf asked.

"Sound like a plan old-girl!" The newcomer with pigtails replied carrying on the silly exchange with her friend.

Miss Sparrow was frantic, the elves had begun by softly teasing her to make it harder for her to focus on her screen. The cruel elf behind her continued to verbally tease her telling her all about how the dogs tongues would make her and her daughter 'too ticklish too walk' and that the torture wouldn't end there.... Also these two newcomers annoyed Miss Sparrow so much, it was like this was all a game to them.

Just as the cruel voice finished explaining the finer points of how her soles would be scrubbed and slapped and roasted once more as she would be forced to watch her eldest daughter endure the same torture the silly elf with pigtails took up a position straddling the desperate mother.

"Now Miss Sparrow!... Something you need to know about me is that I like ticklish Milfs... Don't get me wrong I can tickle a sultry teenage temptress all night long!... But give me an older office-hot soft-body and I can just tickle her all day and all night! And on into the next day until she learns to love it and is begging me for more!...” the slender harlequin began, loving the fear in her victim's eyes.

"As you may have heard I just tickled a sexy grandmother-to-be to orgasm and kept tickling her until she could literally take no more. I have nothing against tickling sexy young things like your two lovely daughters, but older women tend to receive such torture differently...."

Miss Sparrow whimpered as the cute young performer removed her mismatched converses to reveal her shameful soles for the crowd to see int heir mismatched stripey socks.

".... I am an absolute professional at erotic tickling and can tickle you to orgasm without touching your breasts or pussy once!..."

"I can make you so turned on just by tracing a feather over your racked helpless body that you will beg me for the sexual release you will desperately crave but I will deny you for hours...."

Miss Sparrow whimpered and squirmed, she had not received such intense attention from a woman before. Men occasionally hit on her in a way that grossed her out; the good ones being long since taken leaving her with the dregs of alcoholic failure who would try to chat her up whilst leering at her daughters, as if she could not follow their eyes...

Now this sexy spry thing crawled upon her and whispered;

"I will learn all of your secrets! I will make your whole body tingle and your nerves sing under my ticklish touch until you can't help but cry out..."

Miss Sparrow suddenly noticed that both of her nipples were rock hard and her body was tingling all over. Something about the young spry performer stirred something deep inside of her, something that had lay dormant until now.

"And after I have taken you to heights of Ecstacy you never knew were possible, do you know what I will do?...." Kinky asked to be rewarded with a shy but curious look and a subtle noise indicating her captive wanted to know what sexy schemes were in stall for her next.

".... I will let you have me!... I will let you take revenge but putting me through the exact same tickle hell I just made you suffer through. Knowing that deep down I love every second!....”

It was a discrete whisper but one that captured the desperate mother hook, line and sinker. For a second she forgot her own daughters and wanted the nubile performer there and then. Her libido betraying get mind for just a second.

"Wow, She is good!" Gothie whispered to herself as she resumed using the vibrating plastic feather on the blondes neck as the two dogs licked her reddening soles.

"Do you hear that blondie?! 'Mommy Dearest is going to be my girlfriend's new tickle-slave! Not that she needs more!...."

The athletic blonde protested into her gag at both the rough tongues and the horrible idea of her mother suffering the erotic torments she had half-heard described.

"I think that might make your new evil mother-in-law!... Which would put me in charge of tickle-torturing you permanently!...."

"MMmnnnhhhooo" the blonde protested into her gag.

"..... Oh you are never getting away, like that other one you are just too damn sexy when you squirm and beg!"

The poor athletic blonde suffered the dogs tongues until the experts knew she had suffered enough at which point two buckets of hot soapy water were produced with stuff scrubbing brushes to remove the dog's saliva and sticky goo. Her gothic captor relished every moment describing how they were going to 'scrub her soles clean' and 'slap them silly' before 'roasting them to the peak of their sensitivity'. She loved the way her victim squirmed under her pized little feather, something she had bought online for tickle-play with 'Kinky' her pigtailed girlfriend who was having the same fun central stage with the blonde's mother.

As the goo was applied to Miss Sparrow's soles she continued to make eye contact with her pigtailed captor. A new twist on the cruel game as she could no longer see the screens which had been given to the elves tickling her youngest daughter to be reminded just how cruel these elves could be. As Miss Sparrow looked into the young woman's eyes she realised some thing, it was not just the human girl watching her: there was a sadistic glimmer in the girl's eyes that was... Inhuman.

"Oh yes you will now feel the rough dog's tongues; they are not as bad as goats and less precise than cats but they are messy and sloppy!..." The cruel performer teased

Miss Sparrow winced as she felt the dogs sniffing her toes. She apprehensively squirmed as the cruel pigtailed elf continued.

"But do you know what tongues are my favourite for ticklish soles?..."

"...Unwilling humans!"

Miss Sparrow winced as she heard the words.

"I think after we have scrubbed your soles clean we will have to get both of your daughter's kneeling at your soles to lick your feet. If they want to escape the most dreaded tortures they fear they had better do a good job, they will only have the time it takes me to make you orgasm"

Miss Sparrow squirmed, she had been enjoying the erotic attention but the idea of her daughters being brought into this sick girls schemes broke the erotic element. As she heard her youngest daughter wIled the desperate mother remembered her youngest's plight and squirmed to twist to look to stage right to see her beloved little bean writhe and struggle.

The gothic teen was suffering a soft and slow torment at the hands of five elves only. Tow softly tickled her stocking-clad soles whilst two more gently teased her legs and sides whilst a soft brunette elf teased the palms of her hands. For her mother or older sister this soft torment would have been a reprieve but for the hypersensitive nineteen year old it was pure hell, and now the GS were going to get worse!

"Ooh oh ooh!" Just for that we are going to add two more elves and maybe play a game with her nylons so we can tickle her bare feet!" The cruel voice explained to Miss Sparrow as the red-haired elf worked the crowd, explaining the same thing to the on-lookers who revelled at each cruel development.

Miss Sparrow wanted to look at her daughter again to reassure her and check that they weren't going to hurt her but was forced to make eye contact with the elf with pigtails again whose eyes glimmered with a sadistic glee... And something else...

To the desperate mother's left, her younger daughter squirmed and struggled as her bondage was adjusted. Her cruel captors had been tickling her gently but had been verbally teasing her and playing mind games all the time as they explored her reactions to soft tickles. It was different to her many punishment sessions at her sister'a hands, the last of which had been cruelly administered after the athletic blonde had hidden something of her little sister's in her own room in order to trap her. As she squirmed the nervous goth girl felt herself blush and her body tingle all over.

The performers tickle her stuck to soft touches and rarely poked or prodded, wanting to see if the sensitive girl would react the way so many did when softly tickled and verbally teased. As her mother and older sister had suffered a far more intense torment the shy goth teen had been tested and teased until finally her anxiety was replaced by arousal and her nipples hardened. Moments before the her mother turned to check on her beloved little chick, the shy teen wailed as her body betrayed her mind and the four women tickling her revelled at the fruits of their labours.

It was a deep subconscious bond that caused the helpless wail of humiliation to make her mother turn and twist in bondage to behold her youngest daughter squirming and writhing under the expert administration's of the four performers dressed as elves. She did not notice that her youngest had reached the point where she could no longer hide her arousal. But the extra two elves would expertly take the sensitive girl's torment to the next level.

A cruel game was planned. The gothic teen's nylon stockings were stretched tightly over cruel devices designed to cut the tips if she curled her toes. Although she could not see exactly the desperate teen knew and felt that the sheer fabric was held in place under a blade and knew she needed to keep her long sensitive soles motionless and splayed out.

The elves started by tracing one finger up and down her arches, loving the way the desperate teen quivered as she tried to keep still. To her right her mother and older sister enjoyed a more intense torture; her mother suffering the tongues of two labradors, whilst to stage left her older sister squealed as her soles were scrubbed with the hot soapy water. The goth teen drew the attention of the crowd however, the red haired elf explaining to the crowd the cruel game and the consequences should she fail to keep still.

"We really have ways to tickle bare-feet as you already know!..." The soft brunette elf whispered in the gothic-teen's ear.

"You have seen most of the tools at our disposal, you even used many of them on the blonde's soles..." Ellie continued as her frantic victim whimpered and quivered with the focus it took to stay still.

"...Just imagine those little sharp spiky wheels tracing your arches...."

As an immediate response to the mental picture of such torture the frantic goth-girl curled her toes causing the nylons to rip and tear. The elves tickling her feet used their sharp nails making their victim struggle even more until her feet flailed in the remains of their sheer nylon prisons. After tickling for a few seconds the tattered remains of the sheer black nylons were seized and ripped away such that the gothic teenagers flawless pale soles shone under the stage lights.

"Let us hope those nylons were of no sentimental value!...." The red haired elf announced to the crowd, adding; "we will of course replace them with a pair that are even more sheer and make these sweet soles even more sensitive.

The gothic teen could only squeal and struggle as her toes were seized and tied back to the stocks in the same fashion and her mother's and older sister's. Elves tickled her upper body softly as her bondage was secured. Instinctively her mother twisted in her own bondage in response to hearing her little Chick's frantic cries.

"Oh Mommy looked over again, we will have to add two more elves now that we have your bare soles to play with!" Ellie purred.

The gothic teen twisted to her right and cried;

"MOMMY STOP LOOKING! "

Into her gag, it was muffled but the words were still clear and made the performers and audience laugh as the spectacle continued. The poor goth teen's soles were helpless pale canvases for torment as the tickle tools were laid out one by one on top of the sticks for her to see.

To her right her mother was being tickled silly by the elf with pigtails who straddled the warm welcoming woman who was old enough to be her mother. The dogs had finished licking her soles and now the desperate mother's soles were being scrubbed with hot soapy water and scrubbing brushes just like her oldest daughter's soles had been. Upon twisting back the poor Miss Sparrow was forced again to make eye contact with her cruel captor.

"Eyes on me Miss Sparrow!...." The kinky elf purred as she seized her chin playfully and made her look into her twinkling eyes.

"We want to see into your sole when you break!...."

As she spoke the elf with pigtails had a crazy look. Miss Sparrow looked into her eyes and saw her own reflection and there was something else, another woman only with horns like something from a Halloween costume. Miss Sparrow could have sworn the strange woman wiggled her fingers brandishing sharp nails as she fluttered her fingertips in a sexy greeting.

Miss Sparrow thought she must be getting delirious and squirmed and witches as the elves continued to scrub her soles. The petite elf with pigtails giggled and sensually used her socked feet to tease her victim's thighs whilst using her hands to tickle a freshly discovered sweet spot just under and to either side of her victim's bouncing breasts.

"Oh yes!... You like that!... I can feel your body getting hotter and hotter!... It won't be long until you can't take it any more and you climax hard in front of all these people!..." The pigtailed elf whispered in her captive's ear.

".... You hear me, you are going to climax hard in front of all these people!"

Miss Sparrow was torn between terror, ecstacy and humiliation. She hated the tickling and was utterly humiliated at th crowd watching her grow red and frantic under the sexy performers touches but there was something about the petite kinky elf that just did something to her. Miss Sparrow blushed as her body tingled with a new wave of desire as she forgot her daughter's and moaned as the petite elf blew in her ear again in response to her breaking eye contact to look into the crowd.

To her right her oldest daughter's torment continues to stage left. The elves had finished scrubbing her soles and were now roasting her feet with hair dryers. They were using the older kind as well as new ones and it did not take long to dry the deep arches which were treated to a coat of oil.

"Now this is special oil designed to make feet more sensitive and ticklish!" The gothic elf explained cruelly, adding; "Which the process doe anyway but only the best for my new blonde tickle-toy!"

The poor athletic blonde was terrified and tried to break the stocks again. Her fings were still tied down and two tall elves tickled her palms in response to her new efforts to escape. The gothic elf had put away her special vibrating feather at an internal command from 'the boss' and was using a black and white turkey feather instead on her victim's face, neck nose and chin.

"No-one can save you now!.... Even if they could and wanted to, they are under our spell and would just tickle you like you tickle my other blonde toy!" The gothic elf continued, gloating over her prize.

The athletic blonde struggled as her soles reached that special point where they reddened perfectly under the heat that broiled them. It was like when a shower got just hot enough that it was perfect and any hotter would be painful. She felt her whole body tingle as she almost accepted her fate.

"Oh yes you are ours to play with and we want to see just how much you can take!" The gothic elf concluded selecting a wooden spoon from the array of tickle tools.

The athletic blonde shrieked as two finger tips lightly traced up and down her arches. The sensations were far more intense than anything she had ever experience before. It was like they were amplified a thousand times sending a direct message to her brain that screamed: ESCAPE!!!

But there was no escape. The stocks shook like never before as the elves began using all ten of their fingers on their victim's arches. The blonde screamed loudly into her ball-gag making her mother twist instinctively to her right to behold the spectacle of torment.

"Oh and thanks to 'Mommy Dearest' we will take the number eleven to maximum before we slap your soles!" The cruel gothic elf explained as her girlfriend seized the desperate mother.

"Wanting to see the tortures we have in store for you?" The pigtailed elf whispered as she resumed eye contact with her prize.

"We will roast and slap your soles just like those of your eldest daughter soon, for the first time you and your eldest will be more ticklish than the sweet gothic treat over there!" Kinky concluded gesturing to stage right where a frantic goth teen now sat barefoot and toe-tied.

A new array of torture instruments had been laid out on the top of the stocks for her to see. There were all sorts of feathers and soft brushes, a box of electric toothbrushes and flossers as well as hairbrushes and the dreaded spiky metal wheels. One by one the evil contraptions where laid out and explained by the demure brunette elf who loved making her sweet prizes nervous as she was softly tickled by.fungertips alone. Even the soft finger touches were too much for the sensitive teen to bear but the prospect of further torture made her squirm and writhe, glancing to her right to behold her mother's erotic torment and her older sisters dreadful punishment: 'what were they doing to her?' the gothic teen thought as she heard a sharp SLAP thought eh roar of the crowd and muffled laughter.

To stage right the athletic blonde was frantic, she was sure her soles could not get any more ticklish as four elves cleverly used their fingertips and fingernails to tickle her to hysteria. The gothic elf had decided to test 'the new sweet spot" her girlfriend had found on 'Mummy Dearest' tickling more firmly with her fingertips just underneath and to either side of her prizes pert breasts.

She was rewarded by an instant response as the athletic blondes nipples suddenly hardened making her quiver with humiliation as her arousal went from nought to sixty in a matter of seconds.

"Errr!.... Excuse me but this is suppose to be torture!.... What are you doing enjoying this?!" Gothie snapped as she playfully flicked one of the hardening nipples with her back to the crowd, something else she would be punished for.

"....Now you really must be made to suffer!" The gothic performer announced making her way to the foot of the stocks with the wooden spoon.

She had planned to let the other elves do this but wanted to see the soles redden under each stroke herself. She began with an open palm swatting her prize's right sole with a firm SLAP, making the blonde's mother and younger sister look over.

"More glimpses into tortures yet to come!" Kinky whispered into Miss Sparrow's ear, adding; "it is called bastinado or falaka, if it is down right it can make soles terribly ticklish without causing much pain..."

Miss Sparrow was frightened both for her daughter and herself. 'Had they down this to the other blonde earlier?' she thought as she writhed. The elves were setting themselves up to roast her soles, something she was dreading as her daughter's both suffered.

To her left at stage right the elves tickling the goth-teen had started using feathers to the delight of the crowd. It seemed the goth teen was 'feather sensitive' and her reactions were tested with each and every feather and none failed to elicit a delightful response as they explored her long slender trapped toes and taut pale arches. The performers did not neglect the tops of her feet and explored using the space between them and the stocks to the goth-girl's dismay. No available spot was left untitled and feathers were tested on her exposed underarms, neck and even the palms of her hands. The last of these were found to respond best to soft fingertip touches and as such the feathers were returned to the desperate teens neck and chin.

The demure brunette elf cooed and purred making her victim feel special, if not safe. Ellie had a soothing presence and was enjoying tickling this soft thing out of her shell. She knew she would be rewarded with a private session and looked forwards to having the goth teen stretched out on her bed for a more intimate form of torment. Feeling her victim's pale skin picker and turn slightly pink she decided it was time to push the envelope.

"I am going to test something now, I want to see if a certain tickle-spot runs in the family"

As she spoke she began to explore her victims upper body with her fingertips zeroing in on 'the new sweet spot' just below and to either side of the goth teens breasts. Her victim squealed and instantly puckered up. The gothic teenager felt a new tingly, ticklish energy run through her as her body responded with both resistance and arousal.

"Ooh yes it runs in the family!...." Ellie began, adding; "but we are going to have fun with your feet first! I think it is time for flossers!"

The goth teen shrieked and squirmed as two of the terrible devices were selected from the box on the top of the stocks. She has felt her nipples begin to harden, not enough to show through her cute black top but enough for her to know the tickling was a potential turn on. She had only just started to explore her sexuality with nervous trepidation and felt strangely safe with the demure elf, despite her horrible circumstances.

Meanwhile central stage her poor mother was besides herself. She could hear her eldest daughters soles being slapped and was frantically trying to make the awful elves stop. The red-haired elf was working the crowd on the edge of her perception, meanwhile the kinky elf with pigtails was trying to hold her attention.

"It's okay!... It's just a little bastinado! It's all good!...." The pigtailed elf whispered as she tried to hold the frantic mother in her eye.

"It is just going to make you and your daughter so sensitive that even the slightest touch is pure agony!.... It's all good!" The petite elf chirped.

To stage left the athletic blonde yelped as her soles received another expert slap. She could actually feel herself getting more sensitive with each stroke. Suddenly she broke and tears began rolling down her cheeks as she hit 'breaking point'. The normally strong and tough blonde had just suddenly snapped and blubbered as she felt her resolve not to show these freaks any fear crumbled and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Shhh!.... Oh come-now there is no need need for that!" The gothic elf purred abandoning the blonde soles to pop up with a facial wipe to comfort her prize.

"It is just a little merciless tickle-torture and humiliation on stage in front of all these people!.... You can take it!..." The gothic performer concluded, her sympathetic tone enraging the blonde who dug down and found the anger at her core once more.

"It is just because you are too sexy, a sexy blonde bitch like those older girls who pinned me down at eighteen years old and tickled me in the park until I wet myself...." Gothie continued, not intending to reveal the reason she really hated blondes.

The athletic blondes soles were re-roasted and deemed perfect. With the first finger touches the tears were quite forgotten as she now suffered the true torment that only hypersensitivity could bring. The elves were cruel and began using their nails as the gothic elf resumed tickling the new sweet spot just to either side of the athletic blonde's pert breasts.

"I wonder how you will humiliate yourself?...Will you orgasm first or wet yourself?" The gothic elf asked rhetorically.

"Quite a thing to piss yourself in jeans I can tell you, I wore tight blue jeans when those bitches pinned me down and tickled me for daring to walk through their bit of the park..." The gothic elf continued.

The athletic blonde struggled and half listened, she had rediscovered her resolve and imagined having this freak-show bitch at her mercy the way she had tickled that spoilt blonde earlier, only she wouldn't share with her family she would have her hung up by her wrists and ankles or something crueler. With mixed feelings Yvonne listed as the cruel gothic elf continued to describe her former humiliation.

"...I had to walk home with a dark wet stain and the wind tugging at the damp fabric around my crotch. I cried all the way home..." Gothie continued, unsure why she was shared her most humiliating moment.

The blonde listened and whimpered as the cruel performer snuggled up to her on the stocks the way her girlfriend was cozying up to her mother central stage. As she spoke the gothic performer slipped off her little elf-boots to reveal her long slender feet in black and white striped stockings to the delight of the crowd.

"And that is why I like torturing blonde chicks!" Gothie concluded with a sigh as she settled in to cuddle the athletic blonde with her hands easily finding 'the new sweet spot' as her clever feet and toes began to explore her victims legs and thighs.

Yvonne squirmed as the new intimate form of tickle-torture began. She now had mixed feelings about the slender gothic elf snuggling up to her but did not have long to mentally balance pity, arousal and fear as her soles were treated to soft finger touches once again. The nails had been pure hell but the combination of the soft finger touches and whatever the gothic elf was doing made the athletic blonde quiver and turn red in the face.

Central stage Yvonne 's mother was being subjected to a similar form of erotic torment. The elf with pigtails had mastered dominating her with sensual touches and verbal taunts whispered into her ears throughout the oiling and roasting of her wide receptive soles. It had taken the first slap from an austere chubby blonde elf to snap Miss Sparrow out of climaxing hard on stage as her two daughters were tortured to either side of her.

As the quivering mass of milf-flesh glanced from side to side her cruel captor giggled gleefully;

"Not quite time yet!.... We are going to make the three of you climax hard in unison before we sent you down below!"

Miss Sparrows eyes rolled and flickered as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. Each stroke and slap brought her back slightly closer to reality as her voluptuous breasts tingled and heaved. By the fifteenth stroke she awoken with a start from her delicious delirium.

'OH MY GOD WHAT I AM DOING ON THIS STAGE!!!' Miss Sparrow screamed internally suddenly remembering her tow daughters and glancing from side to side.

To her right her eldest was being. Cuddled by the gothic elf who was whispering in her ears and teasing her as four elves tickled her glowing red soles.

To her left her youngest daughter was being similarly cuddled and petted by a demure brunette elf whilst her soles were being subjected to the electric shock devices she had used on the blonde princess.

Miss Sparrow squirmed and struggled as her captor resumed making eye contact and half whispered, half sang;

"And down below, we have more fun toys and games!...."

"You won't remember, but you'll know! Your poor copies, play Krampella's games!"

"She is wicked! She is evil! She goes by many names!"

"She took Geeti!... She took Kirsty! And she gave us new names!"

"I'm now Kinky!... That's my Gothie!...."

The petite elf continued to sing, nodding to her girlfriend as part of the trance-like little song that resembled something children sang whilst skipping.

".... And we still have our brains!"

"But our cruel mistress! Oh she's evil she decides our games!"

"We take women! Soft and sexy and we make them our slaves!"

"There are thousands, maybe millions who our cruel Mistress has denied cold graves!"

Miss Sparrow listened as if hypnotised as the strange song continued, she could see the strange creature in the reflection of her little friend's eyes sing along and could now make out goat-legs and a tail.

"Down in boxes and deep storage they play her fun games!"

"Oh how she keeps them, for her pleasure countless, endless names..."

"Oh you shall see soon, how they suffer! As they play her games"

"Because she wants she, oh she needs you! To play her cruel games!"

"She delights in sexy women, tickle-torture, orgasm denial and you'll know soon! It's forever! That you'll play her cruel games!"

As the little song ended Miss Sparrow felt a deep dark sense of dread as something came over the petite woman who had straddled her as she stiffness and her eyes flickered

"Where am I?" The pigtailed elf suddenly asked as her eyes flickered and her voice changed to serious, frightened little whimper.

"They had me up on stage and they were.... And then I was falling and..." The petite elves eyes went wide with fear and then the pupils narrowed before dilating back to the manic delirium that was for her, normality.

Miss Sparrow was petrified. 'what had captured her'... Who was this: 'Kramp-ella'?

She glanced at her daughter's who were still squirming and laughing. Both wee received the same squeezing treatment to the sweet spots just tow other sides of the breasts whilst their legs and soles were also being tickled mercilessly. Each was red in the face biting down hard on their gags. Phoebe shuddered at the awful visage of her daughter's red rictus masks of torment. With a start she remembered the words 'orgasm in unison' and realised what was going to happen to her daughters.

"Oh that's right! It runs in the family! You have never experienced it before but your eldest got close when they strapped her to the bench and tickled her as part of her initiation..." Kinky began, her voice no longer her own.

"Oh you didn't know about that?!... It was right before she tricked your youngest into her room so she could tickle her senseless to regain control..."

The delicate Miss Sparrow whimpered, thinking; 'how did these performers know about this?'

".... I loved the way you pinned and tickled your eldest afterwards by the way!... I loved watching that from the reflection in the TV screen!"

Phoebe remembered pinning and tickling her eldest as punishment for carrying on like when they were children. It wasn't like her at all to punish her children but she saw her precious little chick who was just coming out of her sheel and she saw her confident older daughter dominate her and something just snapped.

"But I digress, in summary I am going to have my minions tickle you to orgasm on stage now, then I will have my Sparrows!" The petite elf concluded in the strange voice before finally adding.

"I have to go now because I am fairly certain one of my rivals just spotted me 'up top' and I need to make plans to deal with that!"

Suddenly the very air seemed to change and Phoebe was aware of her two daughters muffled laughter once more. The red haired elf worked the crowd who came briefly into focus, seeming drunk on the spectacle before them. A spectacle Miss Sparrow and her two lovely daughters were a part of.

"Listen something is very wrong!..." She declared, trying to reach the pigtailed performer who blinked under the stage lights as she returned to control over her own body.

"Wrong?..." The petite elf asked blearily...

"You just spoke!... You weren't yourself there was something..."

"The boss was here?" The pigtailed elf asked as she came to.

"The boss?... Is that Krampella?" Miss Sparrow asked

"Oh you know her already!.... She is eager to meet you Miss Sparrow, she showed me and Gothie you and your daughters and explained her plans!" Kinky chirped.

"No listen! You don't understand!..." Miss Sparrow began as her soles were tickled by the elves.

"Oh I understand now, the boss must have possessed me and made me sing a little song, she does that sometimes! Used the part of my brain I destroyed with a drug over-dose in my teens" Kinky chirped nonchalantly as he snuggled into Phoebe's warm body.

The red haired elf announced something about sleep masks and the three stocked women wee blindfolded with comfortable facemasks. Phoebe's was green and gold, her eldest daughter Yvonne's was a sexy shade of red whilst the young sensitive Esme smouldered in a black gothic-style facemask with black frilly lace.

"Something about you Sparrow-girls, if tickled publicly you can never quite get over the humiliation... But if you are gagged and blindfolded in private, if tickled the right way you will just climax harder and harder until you pass out" A familiar sadistic voice whispered in Phoebe's ear.

Yvonne was being similarly teased by the gothic elf who gloated over her prize. The athletic blonde was a buzzing ball of nerve endings. She was hypersensitive and now hyper vigilant despite being unable to see. Every ticklish nerve was set to overdrive as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm.

"Oh You are going to crash and burn so bad!" Gothie purred.

"You are going to crash into wave and wave of please and you are going to fall down below like those other women and put in passion forever!...."

Yvonne whimpered and pleaded into her gag. It had started when the cruel gothic elf found her 'other sweet spot' just to either side of her breasts. Then the cruel performer had found that she could use her long clever feet to tease the athletic girls thighs and this too was an intense turn on. It had taken a lot but after being tickled to submission and pushed through the other side the normally competitive Yvonne had become a compliant submissive shivering wreck. The goth girl had finally broken her in and she had her right where she was wanted her.

"Oooh I could make you pop right now! But I won't!" The gothic elf chimed.

Yvonne listened and pleaded incoherently into her gag for the cruel goth to finish her off. She was so turned on it was agony being held on the edge in her jeans and white top.

"The boss wants all three of you to climax at the same time, and I suspect she is already going to play with and punish me later and I don't want it to be too bad..." The gothic elf purred, adding:

"Oh you like that idea?... Me on stage getting it good like I have been dishing it out?...." As she spoke the gothic elf stopped tickling as did the other elves at Yvonne's feet so that the cruel could performer could just whisper in her prize's ear.

"Mummy dearest and little sister aren't quite there yet but they will be soon... So you don't get there too soon I want you to remember there are all these people watching you! If you forget them it will all be too much for you and you will climax hard in my arms" The spry goth-girl purred as she teased her blonde victim, knowing that the humiliation was necessary to keep the desperate athletic woman from 'getting there's too early.

Central stage the delictable Miss Phoebe Sparrow was having trouble forgetting the crowd too. She had two voices teasing her; both the kinky little elf with pigtails and the sadistic voice of the elf she hadn't been able to turn and see.

At the foot of the stocks four elves gently traced their fingertips up and down her hypersensitive feet. After the foot-roasting Phoebe didn't think she could be made any more ticklish but the slapping proved her wrong. It was now both pure heaven and hell to feel the soft fingertips dance over her soles. Phoebe thrashed desperately to escape but also writhed as she felt the lithe performer curl and coil on her lap like a snake.

"Forget about the crowd! It is just you and me! And I am going to tickle you until you submit and you are all mine!..." The elf with pigtails whispered.

"The crowd are watching you, a voluptuous and delicious Milf made for torment. Climax and I will humiliate you for their entertainment!..." The sadistic voice whispered in Phoebe's other ear.

".... I will bring you back up on stage stretched out on a rack in sexy lingerie..." The voice continued, quelling the fire in Phoebe

".... All mine and mine to play with!... We play games and have other Milfs but I will make you feel so special on my bed, tracing the folds of your pussy with a feather until you beg..." The elf with pigtails whispered.

"... Maybe I will do the same to your two lovely daughters, maybe I will have them tickle you instead!" The cruel voice whispered in Phoebe's other ear.

Miss Sparrow thought of her daughters. Of the red rictus agony of her eldest daughter and the softer yet still desperate visage of her youngest who had been pushed just as far past her limits by softer torture. Phoebe could hear the elves tickling and teasing them, she could hear her youngest breathing grow strange. Phoebe could hear the soft demure brunette elf whispering to her youngest daughter, 'Oh my God they are going to make my little Esme-bean climax on stage!' The frantic Miss Sparrow thought.

To her left Ellie was masterfully coaxing the shy goth teen to towards the most intense orgasm of her life. Her mother didn't know it but she had begun exploring her sexuality, liking the way other girls looked in her goth magazines. She had found her mother's vibrator and given it a try when her mother was out, she had found it too tickly and carefully put it back exactly as she found it. Now the demure brunette in an elf costume was whispering in her ears all the scintillating things she was too frightened to really explore.

"Yes it is all okay, it is just you and me... I am going to teach you so much my little amethyst crystal!" Ellie purred.

Esme had given her new friend the name 'Amethyst' shyly, not wanting to give her real name to the fey... She had toyed with grieving herself a new name, not actually liking the name Esme but not wanting to upset her mother. She hadn't settled upon 'Amethyst' but it was the best she could come up with whilst glancing down at her amethyst crystal necklace.

"I am going to show you how much fun being a tickle submissive is! I am going to slowly introduce you to all the wonderful sensations I like to endure at the hands of my tickle-friends..." Ellie continued softly, comforting her little protege having recognised the signs.

The cute little goth girl wriggled shyly as the soft brunette followed slipped off her elf-boots to reveal her slender feet in their white and red stripey stockings. She followed suit to the main elves teasing Esme's mother and sister and climbed upon upon the stocks straddling her prey and positioning herself to use all four limbs.

"Did you know feet can be used to tickle as well as receive tickle torture?" Ellie asked her cute new little friend as she explored the goth teens sensitive thighs using her long clever toes. Ellie decided to slip her little friend's mask up to look into her eyes.

Esme squealed and squirmed and felt her pulse quicken as she was cuddled and tickled at the same time. Glancing to her left she was glad she hadn't gotten the elf to with the pigtails or the gothic elf who had verbally teased her earlier. Both her mother and sister seemed to be receiving a far crueler torment as they struggled under these performers administrations. Her mother's face was red under the green and gold sleep mask.

"Don't worry petal! We are just tickle-torturing Mommy! She loves it as much as you do..." Ellie softly purred, drawing 'amethyst's attention back to her.

Esme beheld the shyly smiling demure performer and bonded as she made eye contact with her soft tormentress who resumed tickling her just to either side of her tingling breasts.

"Did you know they had me in these stocks last year?" Ellie asked as she made eye contact with her new friend.

"Oh yes!... And I loved it!...I am insanely ticklish though, it was pure torture but deep down I loved every second as I have loved my play sessions with my new friends who are presently tickling your mother and sister..." Ellie continued.

Esme's eyes widened as she imagined the demure brunette elf in the stocks and began to imagine having her and maybe that gothic elf at her mercy.

"I am just going to slip this facemask back on and I will tell you all about it...." Ellie purred as she slipped the blindfold back over her victim's eyes.

Meanwhile central stage the shy girl's mother was almost ready to burst. Her captor kept reminded her subtly that she was on stage as she could tell it would take Ellie a little longer to softly tease the youngest of their victim's to the desired point of arousal. The elf with pigtails loved how hot her new toy had gotten. She writhed like a cat using her short but clever toes and blew softly in her victim hot quivering ears.

"Oh yes nothing like a public orgasm to humiliate a red-hot yummy mummy!" She purred as tickled.

To stage left Gothie was also struggling to resist sending the athletic blonde Yvonne over the edge, she had taken to using her toes to tease the sweet spot just to either side of her victim's breasts whilst focusing on the poor things thighs with her hands. Attacking her tummy whenever she got to close. At this point Yvonne was begging to be pushed over the edge.

The athletic blonde had never been teased before and had explored her mother's bedroom finding her vibrator only to discretely buy one herself as a student. Just as she was sure she could take no more the cruel elf decided it was time to tease her neck again. She used the strange plastic vibrating feather which frustrated Yvonne even more as she could not see it to predict where it would tickle her.

The athletic begged helplessly and incoherently through a droolly ball-gag as her chin was tickled. At this point she barely cared about the crowd and if the gag slipped free would have begged to be fucked hard without a trace of humility. Instead she was verbally teased and told all the things the gothic elf wanted to do to her. Yvonne squirmed for a log time until Gothie finally received the signal from the other performers that it was time.

Spryly she took up position to tease her victim's thighs with her toes against so that she could tickle the sweet spot just to either side of her pert breasts by hand as she changed the way she verbally teased the piteous creature that was strapped between agony and ecstacy.

"So you know that the elf is going to get to punish me tonight because I lost a bet?" She asked slowly, loving the way her victim's ears pricked up. She could see her girlfriend tease the blonde's mother in the same way. Softly she began to describe exactly how she expected Kinky would tickle-torture her with vivid accounts of their previous play sessions. Every now and then she looked up to check her progress against that of her girlfriend.

"So Miss Sparrow how else would you like to tickle me if you ever get a chance at revenge...." Kinky whispered in the hot mother's ear central stage.

"And there was this other time when they didn't even tie me they just blindfolded me and had me hold the bed post for as long as I could. Every time I let go they removed a piece of my clothing or brought a new tickle-toy into play." Ellie purred into Esme's ear sensing she was close.

"And the best thing is they slept over and cuddled me afterwards and when I woke up they were both still cuddling me..." Ellie whispered as her victim finally cracked and the floodgates opened under the soft touch of toes to her inner thighs and the gentle expert teasing of the sweet spot to either side of her breasts.

Central stage her mother simultaneously cracked under the same technique with similar verbal teasing.

"Of course If I had you all to myself Miss Sparrow I would tickle you all night long, it would be just you and me.." Kinky whispered before repeating the words:

"Just you and me...." At these words the delightful Miss Sparrow climaxed hard, the overwhelming pent up frustration making her gasp and pant as she forgot herself and felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

To her right the gothic elf finally gave her eldest daughter the release she had been piteously pleading for.

"... It will be pure hell because I am terribly ticklish. One time had me tied to the bed and just tickled my under carriage all night long until I begged like you!"

As the gothic elf hit the word "ticklish" Yvonne climaxed hard picturing having the cappuccino skinned beauty at her mercy.

As Yvonne's gothic captor continued, the athletic blonde endured wave after wave of pleasure as all the pent up frustration crashed through her psyche. She imagined having the cruel performer at her mercy as scenes of delicious tickle-torture were described.

"They might even punish me on stage later, I am not suppose to use toys brought from home!" The gothic elf purred as she used the vibrating plastic feather on her victim's sensitive neck.

Central stage the radiant Miss Sparrow was learning the true horrors of post orgasm sensitivity. Two of the elves softly ran their fingertips gently up and down her deep pink arches which had been oiled and treated to heat lamps once more during her long arduous ordeal of orgasm denial and teasing at the hands of the kinky little elf.

The pigtailed elf continued to tickle, continued to tease and loved the way her victim got ever ticklish with each orgasm that racked her fraught hot body. She could now get her prize to climax again just by blowing in her hot ear.

"Oh I can play you like a piano.... If the boss lets me I am going to do this every night!..." Kinky purred as she curled her toes against Phoebe's inner thighs making her climax hard once more.

To stage right the youngest of the Sparrow girls was also learning the horrors and delights of post-orgasm tickle torture. The demure elf hadn't stopped teasing her and other elves now tickled her as she lost control completely. Thrashing and struggling as she felt every ridge of their fingertips on her soles.

"Oooh yes it is pure hell afterwards but it won't stop you coming back for more, you are hooked I can tell!" Ellie purred as she expertly teased her young victim's upper body whilst using her clever toes on her thighs. Some other elves tickled the cut goth teen's bare feet using hairbrushes for the first time which the poor thing couldn't stand.

Central stage the desperate Miss Sparrow was nearly at the very limits of her endurance, she had probably climaxed more under the kinky performers' administrations on stage than she had that month in the few precious moments she got to herself. Suddenly she hit breaking point as there stopped being any space between one orgasm arriving and the last one leaving. Suddenly without explanation Miss Sparrow started weeping into her blindfold as she hit the wall of her endurance.

The blindfold was whipped away to reveal the kinky elf with pigtails grinning at her cruelly. Phoebe could hear the crowd hating for more as the kinky performers started licked the tears from her cheeks as she continued to tease the sweet spot just to either side of her victim's heaving breasts whilst simultaneously using her clever stocked toes to tease all the spots she had found on the desperate mother's thighs. Other elves tickled Miss Sparrow too but their touches, whilst torturous felt less intimate and less .... Real.

All concern for her daughters melted away as Phoebe was tickled into an orgasmic delirium by multiple hands. Two evil vibrating hair bushes working her hypersensitive and hot pink arches as multiple flossers explored her toes. To her right Yvonne suffered a similar torture to stage left. Her gothic captor had found that by describing every torture session she had endured she could hold her victim in a cruel state of sexual agony as she climaxed hard again and again.

The intense tickle-torture of the athletic blonde added to the epic and euphoric exploration into the limits of the wiry woman's endurance. Like her mother get soles were treated to vibrating hairbrushes alongside the electric shocking devices and flossers. After much experimentation her captors had found that by using smaller hairbrushes they could really get inside her high arches and keep her suffering to the maximum state during her ordeal of sensory overload. It was too much and like her mother she broke down into a tearful delirium into which she vividly imagined having the dark skinned goth at her mercy for revenge.

A softer torture was administered to the delightful Amethyst / Esme who squirmed under even the slightest touch. Ellie had found that if she placed her hands flat on the sweet spot the poor girl would squirm enough to tickle herself almost to the point of a second orgasm as the other elves tickled away. The poor girl was frantic as she writhed and wriggled.

"I could make you feel those delicious sensations again my sweet!...." She whispered softly in her captive's ear.

"Something I have learned since my time on stage last year is that when a sensitive woman is tickled to orgasm it isn't a one time thing, she can easily have more if her ticklers know her spots and I think I know yours....."

The desperate teen struggled secretly wishing her kind but kinky captor would wiggle her ginger tips softly again over the 'torture buttons' that both she and her mother and sister apparently had just to either side of the breasts and down a bit.

"Nod of you want this sweet pea...." Ellie whispered softly.l, before adding;

"....of course you will owe me a private session in a negligee and sheer nylons. I want to show you how much fun all this can be..."

The gothic teenager found herself nodding eagerly and desperately as she imagined her toes in sheer nylons and the soft woman slowly exploring her helpless body. The second orgasm hit hard the moment Ellie's fingertips began to play the sweet girl's nerves like a skilled pianist.

Unlike the first crescendo it didn't build and tease it just arrived like the sky falling on the young gothic teen. As her captor blew in her ear and whispered the second hard orgasm was overtaken by the third as she accepted her fate.

The crowd has not realised that all three women in stage had succumbed to the delicious tickle-gasms that an unusual nerve cluster of ticklish little excitable neurons located just to either side of their breasts has provided them. Finally this phase of the spectacle was called to a close as the red-haired elf announced it was time to 'send them down'.

The crowd pretended to boo and complain as they had been enjoying the spectacle, being entranced to the sadistic zeitgeist of cruelty. The red-haired elf position herself comically by the oversized festive lever which resembled something a railway worker might use to change train lines in an old cartoon only resembling a candy-cane adorned with tinsel. As she pulled it all three sets of stocks dropped to fresh screams and the rattle of the trapdoors.

Having dismounted; 'Gothie', 'Kinky' and Ellie curled their toes in their stripey socks and wondered about retrieving their elf boots. 'had they really just tickled a family of three to a synchronised public orgasm?' each thought bearily as they looked out at the crowd that voiced their disappointment and hungrily eyes their wiggling toes and curling feet that felt the cold of the stage.

"Of course we can always bring them back up for more fun!...." The red haired elf announced.

The crowd roared with approval. The red-haired elf pulled the lever back the other way to bring three smoke bombs accompanied by flashing stage lights to hide the lack of rattling trap doors.

The crowd beheld the three Sparrow girls each squirming on a medieval rack that held them at a 45° to the crowd with their arms above their heads and their ankles secured in firm stocks.

All three women screamed into their gags as the stage lights warmed their tingling flesh. Their clothes had changed to the delight of the crowd. Each wore wore one stocking each; the athletic Yvonne a sheer translucent left stocking that almost seemed to tickle her already. Her mother wore a sheer red right stocking that took seemed to dance with tickling electricity. The gothic teen wore one dark black sheer stocking on her right foot and leg and squirmed as wiggling her toes seemed to make the sheer fabric tickle her.

Each woman noticed her clothes had changed and struggled with impossible memories of a cavern and a demon-woman and another copy of them still down there. Central stage Miss Sparrow wore a red sexy 'Misses Christmas' costume that exposed her belly and far more skin than her modest would normally allow. Her eldest daughter to her right wore a festive green and white sports bra and matching shapewear athletic shorts. To stage right, at her voluptuous mother's right hand side her gothic teenage daughter quivered on the rack in a sheer bride-of-dracula costume over sexy black lace bra and panties.

The crowd eagerly discussed their theories about the performers having a fake-family of twins, and that these must be the original three women who had tickled the blonde princess on stage earlier. Other discussed which one they wanted to tickle first, hungrily eyeing the three sexy women who were stretched out tight on the racks with ratchets behind them as the red haired elf worked the crowd.

'Gothie' and 'Kinky' gloated over their prizes which had been returned to them seemingly seconds after disappearing through the trap doors. Both cruel performers took great delight in seeing the panic and bewilderment in their victims eyes.

"Oh yes it doesn't seem it, but it is just seconds since you left!...." Gothie cooed to her blonde prize.

Ellie meanwhile soothed her little pet. Noting that although the shy goth-girl seemed more confident now, the trembling teen was still terrified as she was stretched out tight along with her mother and sister. The ratchets turning going 'clack!' 'clack!' 'clack!' until all three women were stretched out an vulnerable.

The crowd roared as the elves turned the ratchets stretching all three women out nice and tight until they were ready for more torture, each of the three desperate woman red faced and hysterical screaming into their gags as they heard the terrible words from the red haired elf;

"So how many of you still have your Golden Tickets?!...."


To be continued