TickleMantis
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Tickle Tutor #5: The Terrible Origin of Jai Lin
By TickleMantis
MF/f
Jai Lin was the name she would one day be given, and her first memory was of her parents selling their only daughter. She remembered little about the small rural island off Japan’s south coast where she was born. Nor did she remember the name they called her those first few years. Always tall for her age, the studious and quiet girl had only one clear memory before attending the Kanpekina School. Men in suits had dragged her away from her family’s tiny farmhouse, and it was the last time she could truly remember screaming.
Her story was a common one among students of Kanpekina. Exclusively female and referred to only as ‘Surēbu’ by the severely strict faculty, each student was a nameless orphan. More often than not the girls were sold by poor or desperate parents, set for life with the money they received. The Kanpekina School, as each girl quickly learned, was a place of unwavering and absolute obedience. Located high in the desolate mountains of Iturup and accessible only by helicopter or a narrow cliff-side path, the large four story building was all but inescapable and very, very old. Held strong by a wooden frame as sturdy in modern times as it had been when first built, the schools curved, red tile roof required little maintenance. According to legend, passed down by girls over many decades, the Kanpekina School was once a training center for spies and assassins throughout the centuries.
Many rumors were whispered among the Surēbu as they were raised among paper-walls and lavish gardens, but only one thing was certain, each girl upon her eighteenth birthday would become full Kanpekina. Educated in a great many subjects, Kanpekina were highly skilled in the culinary arts, dance, massage, conversation and seduction. Each were taught multiple languages, high fashion, world history, the art of conversation, and the varying etiquettes of numerous cultures. Their manners impeccable, by the time each student was ready to be sold once again, not a single graduate ever displayed anything beyond the utmost respect to their teachers and new masters alike. Highly desired by those with enough money and influence to know of their existence, the Kanpekina held a reputation for exclusivity and status. The pinnacle of personal-servants among those of unfathomable wealth. Or, as some might put it more plainly; the finest slaves in all the world.
Five weeks to the day after her eighteenth birthday, the most curvaceous of the girls stood alongside three of her sisters. Though the other graduates were all slightly older than her, the green eyed girl towered above them at an unusual 6ft tall. The faculty, all dressed in tight fitting black cloth, appeared to be in quite a relative state of fluster. A guest was arriving soon, a potential buyer to inspect their wares, and as such all-available Kanpekina were required to stand on display in the school’s central courtyard. On a slightly raised wooden floor that surrounded the yard’s exquisite garden, the four girls remained eerily still. Their heads bowed and hands crossed gently over their lower abdomens.
Ever graceful, the students had their hair styled with traditional ornaments and wore flowing, finely crafted kimonos. One red, one blue, a green and a yellow, the detailed silk garbs accentuated each girl’s individual assets. Every aspect of a Kanpekina’s appearance, no matter how minor, was obsessively prepared, even down to the wool-lined slippers snuggly fit around their feet.
When the staff scurried away, only the sound of a small garden waterfall could be heard. Standing second from the right, her kimono matching the jade green of her eyes, the youngest of the group used her obvious height difference to covertly examine her more diminutive partners. Not only did the nameless teen’s outfit require several more inches to fit, but her shoe size was a good deal larger than that of her daintier companions. It was this, and her sizable bust, that lead the Amazonian girl to begin wondering if her differences would be a benefit or a curse. As the curvaceous teen began to weigh the pros and cons of being sold, Madam Ui entered the garden.
Flanked by the Kanpekina School’s elderly head of staff Lady Botan, Madam Ui walked across the wooden platform with stern purpose. The girls, continuing to stare downward, had all heard of Madam Ui. A sour faced woman in her early-thirties, she had been Kanpekina herself many years before. Dressed in all black, her short dark hair waving sensibly down to her shoulders, Ui wore a tight fitting long sleeve top, equally as tight pants and a pair of high heeled boots that bought her from an average 5’2ft to a slightly more impressive 5’5ft. Stopping abruptly before the four young women, the decisive Madam glanced an unimpressed gaze over each of them.
“This one.” Madam Ui said in well-spoken English, staring directly through the tallest of their selection.
“Very good.” Lady Botan said softly, giving a barely noticeable nod.
Before the head mistress had even finished her nod, two male staff members with short cut hair rushed out from a door behind the girls. Carrying a heavy wooden chair each, and avoiding all eye contact, the dutiful pair placed one chair directly behind the girl in green, and one in front. As quickly as they had arrived, the speedy duo disappeared, sliding a paper door closed behind them. Not one of the four girls on display dared move a muscle.
“Sit.” Speaking softly, Lady Botan motioned a single withered hand to their guest’s chosen teen.
Without looking up, and keeping her hands gently crossed over one another, the impeccably dressed graduate in green sat down on the chair behind her. Madam Ui moved a moment later, her brief footsteps not making a sound as she sat on the other chair, facing her potential new purchase. Suddenly, the statuesque young woman felt a hint of nervousness creep into her stomach. She knew how to be an excellent servant, of that there was no question, but the Kanpekina School was all the well-toned girl had ever known. To leave it’s walls, to leave the mountain, it would be so strange. Of course she knew of the world outside, but to actually see it, to breath different air and take orders from unknown people, it was enough to rattle an otherwise unshakable heartbeat.
“Place your right foot on Madam Ui’s lap.” Lady Botan instructed.
“You may look at me.” Their icy guest said as the green-eyed girl extended her long right leg out straight.
Lifting her chin, the sheepish teen placed her heel with great care atop the visitor’s left knee. For a moment, Madam Ui looked the uncertain girl directly in the eye, a gaze she held long enough to make sure the timid schoolgirl became even more unnerved. As the older woman’s attention turned toward the slipper resting on her knee, the increasingly anxious girl wanted to glance at Lady Botan. But, the ever-compliant teen knew full well that even such a seemingly tiny, barely noticeable act, would be met with immediate punishment. Instead she simply watched as Madam Ui cupped the bottom of the slipper in her hands, and very carefully removed it from the young woman’s slender foot.
As with every other inch of herself, be the area visible or not, the nameless girl had taken meticulous care of her feet. Her soles creamy white, the silky arches wrinkled slightly beneath plump pink balls. Resting the slipper on her other knee, Madam Ui curled her right hand over the teen’s ankle, causing her long toes to wiggle involuntarily. A strange sensation, the mindful girl thought, to have any part of herself move without deliberate action. Moving her free hand, twisting her long fingernails into a claw shape, the older woman motioned slowly toward the hesitant girl. Much like professional dancers, the Kanpekina always moved with deliberate purpose. Now however, much to her invisible surprise the tall girl’s bare foot twitched beyond her control. A second later Madam Ui’s five talons stroked slowly across the young lady’s sole.
“YEEHEE!” A loud squeal tore from between the teen’s full lips. Overcome with shame, she jerked her ankle out from the stern visitor’s grip, and planted her foot directly on the floor. It was the loudest noise she had made in well over a decade.
“Baka!” Lady Botan barked in sharp Japanese, and began to quickly motion a rapidly waving hand at the other three girls. “Kanojo o tomeru!”
Feeling her cheeks blush bright red, the unnamed girl bowed her head and crossed her hands quickly across her lap. Even before her bare foot had hit the floor she knew the indignity of her actions was beyond the most humiliating of imaginable acts. How could she have made such a sound? Or disrespected their honored guest in such heinous fashion? Such foolishness was not in the green eyed girl’s nature, but it seemed in that split second she had lost all ability to reason. A lifetime of training and discipline had crumbled in the instant Madam Ui’s long nails raked over her buttery soft sole.
“I am so sorry, Madam Ui.” The head mistress said, shaking her head softly. “That will not happen again.”
Obeying orders, the other three graduates hurriedly positioned themselves around their disgraced classmate. To the seated teen’s surprise, the girl in yellow took a sudden firm grip of her left arm, while the girl in blue did the same to her right. Whe they started pulling her arms back, the worrisome teen dreaded how she may react, now that she could no longer trust her own body. The girl in red took a tight grasp of her trapped friend’s left ankle, pushing downward as hard as her small frame could manage. With a quiet cough from Lady Botan, the restrained Amazon looked up to see Madam Ui pointing a single index finger at her own knee. Gingerly, and determined to make a better second impression, the forcefully held teen put her bare foot back in the older woman’s lap.
“You have probably never felt anything like this before…” Madam Ui said, turning to sit sideways in her chair. “…I know I had not, when I was your age.”
“The girls are untouched.” Lady Botan gave an agreeable nod. “As ever.”
“I would expect nothing less.” The special guest said, curling her right arm around the teen’s ankle.
Her slender bare foot protruding out of from the crook of Madam Ui’s arm, the nameless girl stifled a tiny whimper. Spreading her toes in fearful anticipation, the unnerved teen tried to focus on her breathing. That half second of feeling the older woman’s sharp nails stroke across her delicate sole had been awful, and the anxious girl knew it would take all her will power to not embarrass herself a second time. Worse still, such outward displays of emotion were very much forbidden, never more so than in the company of a client. Of course, having been raised between the same walls as the recent graduates, Madam Ui knew this all too well.
Curling her toes, the timid young woman couldn’t help but look forward as she felt slight movement against her leg. Slowly, the school’s honored guest had raised her free hand and was wiggling her fingers in the air. Just a few short inches from the unnamed girl’s vulnerable sole, her foot squirmed in dreaded anticipation, despite straining to keep still. Attempting to hide a deep breath, the tightly held teen looked to Lady Botan with wide eyed concern, only to receive a callous scowl in response. Her stomach sinking, the tense schoolgirl hadn’t quite yet broken eye contact with her hardnosed headmistress when Madam Ui’s five fingernails touched painfully smooth skin.
“EEIIHA!” Throwing her head back, the green eyed girl squealed before pursing her lips in a fruitless attempt to silence herself. “MMHM! MMMHMHM!”
Shaking her outstretched leg desperately, the panicked teen struggled as the visitor’s talons scribbled over her silky flesh. Holding tight, the three other girls fought hard to contain their friend. Madam Ui held just as firm, keeping a vice-like hold around the tall girl’s ankle. Whipping her head back and forth, the Amazonian young lady’s cheeks and forehead were red within seconds, her cheeks swollen as they tried to contain loud protests. As the Ui’s nails raked down from under the teen’s toes, across the balls and down toward her heels she could no longer hold back.
“BAAAIIIEE! YAMERU! YAMERUUUHUHUHU!” A high pitched squealing erupted from between the shamed girl’s full lips, her ornate hair pieces quaking as she plead in her native tongue. “EEEHEEHEE! JIHI! JIHIHEEHEE!”
Every fiber of her helplessly chaotic body wanted to break free. As the older woman’s nails continued to dance over the trapped teen’s wiggling bare foot, thoughts of humiliation and disgrace were rapidly pushed aside for an immediate need to get away. Not once in her life had the nameless young woman felt such an all-consuming sensation, nor been stripped so quickly and absolutely of her self-control. Flicking her head from side to side, the feverishly laughing girl hoped to catch the eye of one of her friends, but all three simply stared obediently toward the floor.
Of course, through their education of the outside world all the Kanpekina knew that the right movement of one’s fingers on another’s nerves could potentially cause laughter. Such things, the graduates all knew, were no more than games for children and as such very little thought was ever given toward it. But, in that moment, as Madam Ui’s relentless touch continued to flicker up and down the nameless student’s sole, it had become all too apparent that she was in fact excruciatingly ticklish. If the squealing teen had ever given tickling more than a moment’s consideration, the only conclusion she would have reached would have been to simply ignore the sensation. Unable to escape and crying out for mercy between her squealing laughter, the green eyed girl had now thought about tickling more than ever before, and it only took a second to conclude that ignoring it was absolutely impossible.
“JIHI! EEEIIEEHEE! PLEASE! EEHEEHEE!” The furiously struggling girl howled, hoping English might find more empathetic ears. “STAHAP! MADAHAHA! MADAM STOP! EEEIEEHEE!”
“Insolent girl!” Lady Botan said bitingly, her words almost drowned out by the helplessly laughing teen. “Madam Ui can do with you as she pleases!”
“Perhaps I will tickle you for an hour more!” The apparently cruel guest’s grim expression twisted into an impish smirk. “Would you like that, girl?”
“NAHAHA! PLEHEASE! I BEG YOU!” The idea of being tickled for even another minute, let alone an entire hour, was enough to drive the young Amazonian mad with panic. “AHAHA! PLEASE MADAM! EEEIIEEE! I CANNOT STAND IT!”
“Good.” Madam Ui said and stopped abruptly, standing upright and letting the breathless girl’s bare foot drop to the floor.
Though it went unseen by the four graduates, their honored guest had given Lady Botan the tiniest of nods before turning to walk away. Seconds later, before the gasping young woman could even catch her breath, three male staff members rushed into the garden. In a whirlwind of motion, the three men put the tall girl’s slipper back on, stood her up from the chair and hurried her inside. Her hair was tidied and kimono unruffled. Wide eyed and without a word, the confused teen was pulled and pushed, through doors she had never been through and hallways she had never seen. Cold mountain air and sunlight caused the unnamed graduate to wince, opening her eyes just in time to see a slick black helicopter atop the roof.
It was the first and last time the girl who would one day be named Jai Lin saw the view from the top of the Kanpekina School. As the men sat her down facing away from the pilot, they clicked a seatbelt over her waist and the perplexed teen could barely comprehend what had just happened. Opposite her, Madam Ui sat, her sour expression returned in full force. Within seconds the strange motion of flight took hold, and the large building she had formed almost every memory in grew smaller and smaller in the distance. When the confused girl could no longer make out the school, she focused on the mountain, and soon that too disappeared into the past.
The nameless girl had avoided Madam Ui’s gaze the entire flight. For most of the four-hour duration the immaculately styled teen watched the ocean pass beneath, peppered occasionally by the sight of far off coastal towns. Nothing had been said and nothing had been explained. A few short hours before, the secretly nervous teen had lead a life of total regimen. Everything, down to the most minute detail, was certain and predictable. Wake up, eat, clean, train, learn, cook, clean, sleep. Every single day for over fifteen years. Now her entire life was unclear, a bolder person might have asked a question about their future, but she was Kanpekina and knew better.
“You are now in the service of Mr. Harold Deveno Senior.” Madam Ui broke the long silence, speaking in the exact moment the helicopter began to drop in altitude. “Have you heard this name before?”
“Watashi wa sōde wa arimasen.” The meek young woman replied, shaking her head a little.
“English, girl.” The steely-eyed woman said. “Where we are going, you will speak English.”
Dipping left, the helicopter’s unfamiliar movements made the teen’s stomach jump. Sweeping in over the coastline, the dark haired girl watched as small buildings rushed beneath them, many houses clustered together along with various local businesses. Glancing over her shoulder to peer out the cockpit window she could see a large forested mountain looming over the town. At the top of the town, about a third of the way up the mountain’s rugged face sat an enormous complex with high walls around it’s numerous buildings. In the center stood a three-story mansion with a helicopter on the roof. The entire compound stood in stark contrast to the sleepy looking village that spread out under it, and carried on down to the ocean. Still, a heavily protected building situated on a mountain did give the teen a small sense of familiar comfort.
“Mr. Deveno is a very successful businessman.” Madam Ui continued. “He is a brilliant man, and has worked very hard his entire life…”
With a tinge of pride in her tone, the thirty-something year old woman explained who the recently graduated teen’s new master would be. Harold Deveno had made his billions through a wide range of shrewd business decisions, with his biggest moneymaker being construction. Deveno Construction International had built everything from airports to oilrigs over the last two decades. His pride and joy however, was the large mountainside compound Madam Ui’s helicopter now flew slowly into. Kept a secret from the public at large, the virtual fortress had been built with one sole purpose; to be Harold’s personal vacation home. Every few months, Harold would drop in for days or sometimes weeks at a time and do little more than relax in any fashion he so desired, moral or otherwise.
Coming to a hover over the mansion’s rooftop, the quietly anxious eighteen-year-old noticed armed security guards patrolling the fort’s rooftop and outer walls. Perhaps, she thought hopefully to herself, Harold would want her to travel with him from time to time. It was not uncommon for the owners of Kanpekina to keep them at their side, or so the naïve girl had heard. New York, Paris, perhaps even somewhere tropical. Getting lost in her fantasy, the glamorous thoughts were quickly forgotten when she felt the helicopter bump as it landed atop the mansion.
“You will bathe and change-“ Madam Ui said as she motioned the younger woman toward the helicopter’s side door. “-Harold is very excited to meet his new Kanpekina. He has only had one other.”
There was venom in the older woman’s last sentence. As the green eyed teen climbed from the helicopter, the blades slowing above her head, she glanced back to see Madam Ui looking down her nose at her. It was not at all common for anyone to own more than one Kanpekina at a time, a fact Madam Ui was clearly aware of and apparently quite unhappy about. Walking across the rooftop, flanked either side by armed men in imposing black clothes the Amazonian teen hoped Harold Deveno would prove a less intimidating master than her sour-faced escort.
Almost two hours later, as sunset over the sea beyond the walls, the nameless slave stood perfectly still in a large bedroom. She had bathed efficiently and been given a tight fitting white pair of pants, along with an equally form-fitting short sleeved shirt. The shirtsleeves stopped high on her biceps, and the neckline sat just below her collarbone. Though the outfit showed little skin beyond the teen’s arms, neck and head, it’s skintight nature did accentuate every elegant curve. Completing the ensemble were a pair of white slippers, not unlike the ones she had worn back home. Other girls in similar outfits had combed the teen’s long black hair, letting it cascade down to the small of her back. How many others there were in the fortress, the shapely young woman could not tell. None of the others spoke and all took command from Madam Ui without hesitation.
“You will speak English.” Madam Ui said, standing several feet behind the teen as both woman faced the room’s heavy wooden door. “You will call him Master, and if you show even the slightest hint of disrespect I will make the punishments you faced in school look like paradise by comparison.”
A moment later the heavy door slowly opened, and two stone-faced security staff entered. Stepping either side of the doorframe, the two men stared directly ahead of themselves, daring not to lay eyes on Madam Ui, or her freshly pampered servant. Then, with a long confident stride, Harold Deveno appeared. The weary teen had not been sure what to expect, but the 6’4”ft tall man’s welcoming smile took her off guard. With wide shoulders and a strong jaw, the burly billionaire made for an impressive and oddly welcoming presence. His eyes a deep blue and neatly trimmed dark hair graying at the sides, the fifty-something year old man seemed to have no need for the strict demeanor carried by those around him. He dressed a lot more casually than his staff, sporting a navy-blue short sleeved shirt and black khaki pants, along with a pair of comfortable brown shoes.
“My goodness.” His voice low and warm, the large man stopped a couple of feet in front of the teen and looked her over with affable approval. “You are a sight indeed. Well done Madam Ui, does she have a name?”
“No Harold, she does not.” The older woman said, her familiarity with their master surprising the younger woman. “I leave that to you, of course.”
“Well well…how about…” Harold raised an eyebrow as he looked around the open spaced room thoughtfully. “Jai Lin.”
“Oh Harold!” Madam Ui chuckled. “That is not a Japanese name!”
“No bother.” The tall handsome man said, and leaned in a little closer to his newly named slave. “Do you like that name, Jai Lin?”
“Yes Master, very much.” The green eyed girl said with a soft nod, as if there had been any other choice.
“Excellent!” Harold stood back to full height and clapped his large hands together. “Now then, Jai Lin, Madam Ui here tells me you are quite a bit ticklish!”
In the flurry of activity that had taken place immediately after leaving the mountain, the girl now called Jai Lin had forgotten all about the strange tickle-test Madam Ui had put her through. Hearing the act referred to out loud, the timid slave girl’s heart leapt into her throat. Behind the muscular older man, his two security guards exited the room with barely a sound between them, closing the door as they left. Looking at her new master’s wide grin, Jai Lin hoped the topic of her unbearable sensitivity was little more than an amusing piece of trivia meant for conversation alone. It was a nice idea, but one that was forever forgotten the moment Harold’s hands reached out and clawed at the teen’s sides.
“Mmmhmm!” Jai Lin arched her back and began waving her arms frantically above the older man’s curious hands. “Mmhmhm!”
Pursing her lips, the wide eyed girl shook as she tried to remain steady on her feet. Her bulbous boobs bouncing as much as her outfit would allow, Jai Lin wanted more than anything to grab her master’s hands and shove him away. Instead of fighting back, or throwing herself in any other direction, the subservient teen strained to remain in place. The muscular man’s fingers squeezed firm around her slender midriff, poking repeatedly and making her spasm with unwanted mirth. Hunching forward, the poor girl could stand Harold’s attack no longer as she pushed down forcefully on his forearms.
“Oh ho!” The older man laughed. “Seems our new girl has a little more spirit than you did at her age, Ui!”
“I think I was just a touch more disciplined Harold!” Madam Ui scoffed as she strolled to stand behind Jai Lin. “I certainly lasted longer than this our first time.”
“Not by much!” Harold said, his broad grin ever-present. “As I recall you ended up on the floor after a few seconds!”
Standing awkwardly between the Master and the Madam, Jai Lin’s mind began to race. Maintaining her outward composure, the perplexed teen tried to wrap her mind around the implications of Harold and Ui’s friendly conversation. She had been tickled twice now, more in that single day than ever before, and the idea of more tickling to come terrified her. It was all too evident there was no way Jai Lin could keep control when someone put their hands to her virgin body, the shame alone would surely end her. But Madam Ui, if the young woman had heard her new owners correctly, had suffered similarly after graduating from the Kanpekina school. Before Jai Lin could continue toward even more foreboding thoughts, Harold had his hands on her once again.
“Eiiieeheehee!” Recoiling backward, the Amazonian girl squealed involuntary when her master’s fingers pinched quickly along the bottom of her supple rib cage.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Harold said playfully and pursued the giggling girl with wiggling fingers.
“Neeeheeehee!” Putting her hands up defensively, the long haired teen stepped backward as quickly as she could, humiliating schoolgirl laughter escaping her lips.
“Whoops!” The big man joked when Jai Lin backed directly into the large, neatly made bed behind her.
“Nohoho! Noplease!” Wrapping her arms around herself in an uncoordinated fashion, the hypersensitive young woman fell onto the soft sheets behind her as Harold’s curious fingers crawled up her sides. “Eeeheehee! M-Master!”
“Master’s gonna tickle you!” Harold teased as he leaned against the bedside.
Scrambling backward into the center of the wide bed, the embarrassed teen caught a glimpse of Madam Ui. Standing some distance behind the handsome older man, Ui stood with both hands neatly cupped in front of herself. An unmistakably satisfied smirk was spread across Ui’s normally pursed lips. This was not how things were supposed to be, Jai Lin’s thoughts screamed as she watched Harold lumber onto the bed. Serving as a Kanpekina meant living a life of respect, of dignity and high society. Sensual requirements were expected, massage and erotica if it were demanded, but not whatever perverse game she had fallen into. A demeaning game that turned a highly-educated concubine into a giggling, squirming plaything.
“Nooohahaha!” Jai Lin grabbed at her master’s thick wrists when his hands squeezed around her lower abdomen.
“So many tickle spots to find!” The muscular man said as the helplessly struggling teen tried to roll away.
Unable to escape the far stronger man’s grip, Jai Lin bounced her curvaceous butt against the mattress as he kneaded her thinly covered midriff. Trying with all her might to pry the powerful giant’s hands off of her, any thoughts of staying reserved had quickly fell to the back of her mind. Kicking her long legs, the frantically squirming girl laughed erratically between pleas for mercy. Curling herself upright only served her master tense muscles to claw at, and flopping back onto the sheets opened the bosomy teen’s midsection up for a full on assault. After nearly a full minute Jai Lin’s cheeks were blushing a pink hue, and the thought that such depraved behavior could go on for even longer alarmed her to no end.
“I-I’m sorry!” The young woman gasped when Harold finally relented, only for him to begin straddling her hips. “N-no! Mercy master! Please!”
“Are you begging me, Jai Lin?” The large man said, kneeling either side of the slender teen and sitting his bulky weight down on top of her.
“Yes! Yes, I beg you!” Saying what she thought he wanted to hear, the agitated Amazon lamented the fact she had never been taught how to act in what she prayed was a truly unusual situation.
“Oh, I think you can do better than that!” Harold laughed and took the teen’s right wrist in the firm grip of his own right hand.
“Uh! I-I’m sorry Master!” The poor girl winced as the hulking fellow forced her right arm up above her head, pinning it in place. “It is my life to please you! Please, I beg you!”
“What do you think Madam Ui?” The hulking billionaire asked, keeping Jai Lin’s hips pinned under his weight.
“I think I’d like to hear some real begging.” The older woman said dryly from across the room.
Trapped under her master’s muscular frame, the sudden vulnerability of the green eyed girl’s torso was all too apparent. Scarcely ever having been touched, let alone tickled across most of her nubile body, Jai Lin feared the new and panic-inducing ways she might react. Watching as Harold began to raise his left hand several inches above her protruding ribs, the young woman’s breathing quickened in horrid anticipation. Evidently having played this game before, the mischievous man began to slowly wiggle his five fingers as a wry smirk grew across his face.
“Nonono pleasedon’tpleasedon’t!” Jai Lin said softly, her wide eyes focused directly on the handsome man’s teasing digits. She put her free hand up defensively.
“Such a worried face!” The strapping man cooed. “Let’s see a smile!”
“Naaahahahaaa!” Bucking as best she could beneath him, the older man’s fingertips drilled deep into the soft spots between her ribs. Reaching across herself, the wildly kicking girl grabbed helplessly at Harold’s squeezing paw. Uncoordinated in her panicked state, Jai Lin’s determined left hand made for a feeble defense as the big man’s devilish digits drilled into her side. Her long dark haired splayed out on the sheets as Jai Lin whipped her head back and forth.
“Cootchy cootchy coo!” Harold teased through his beaming grin. Her master’s playful gibberish told Jai Lin more than actual words ever could have. Not as blatant in his delivery than Madam Ui’s stern warnings, the Master’s law was no less clear. ‘I have all the power’ Harold said through his smile, ‘I own every part of you’ said his touch. You are helpless, you are mine, and any sliver of control you imagined you might have here no longer exists. Any agency you had Jai Lin, disappeared the moment Madam Ui made her choice.
Coupled with her master’s mischievous fingers, Jai Lin found his babyish taunts utterly maddening. It was not enough to make the voluptuous teen yelp and plead, Harold had to mock her as well. His five wiggling digits were exploring just above Jai Lin’s hips, causing her abdomen to tense as she tried to curl upward. Held in position by her pinned right hand, the fitful girl screamed when Harold’s fingertips slid beneath her tight-fitting top.
“Such a tickly little girl!” The large man chuckled. “I bet you’d just love to run away, wouldn’t you?”
“Neeeeiiihahaha!” Jai Lin strained, clawing at the bottom of her shirt as Harold’s fingers scurried onto the flesh of her heaving tummy.
Leaning in closer, the much stronger man watched his newest slave’s contorting expressions of disbelief and laughter with great interest. “I’m going to find all of your most ticklish spots Jai Lin!” Harold said right before clawing viciously into the soft skin beside the teen’s abs. “Even if it takes all night!”
Slamming her free hand onto the sheets and scrunching them tight between her fingers, Jai Lin bucked as much from the harsh tickle attack as she did her master’s threat. A few diabolical minutes under Harold’s fiendish fingers had been enough to shatter the young woman’s entire world-view; to be subjected to such torment longer was beyond her comprehension. Her cheeks were flushed red and her stark green eyes barely closed as Jai Lin released the bedding from her death-grip and slapped instinctively at Harold’s thick forearm.
“Ohh, a little fight in her!” The big man said with booming enthusiasm. “You’re on little lady!”
Harold released his captive’s right arm. Before the cackling girl even knew her hand was free, both of the older man’s own hands had found new purpose. Joining his left hand under Jai Lin’s shirt, Harold’s right dashed up onto her supple ribs. With a previously unseen viciousness, the eager tickler squeezed rapidly at both sides of the bewildered girl’s soft ribcage. Hunching upward, Jai Lin screeched with ear-piercing shock. She curled her arms around herself and slammed backward, rolling from side to side as much as Harold would allow. Despite the raw vindictiveness of his ten-fingered offensive the giant man’s demeanor remained gleefully boisterous.
Sharp gasps for air forced between loud laughter as Jai Lin thrashed beneath her master’s burly frame. His fingertips drilling into the soft spots between the teen’s ribs, his wrists had pushed Jai Lin’s shirt up to reveal her writhing midriff. The shapely girl’s large boobs jiggled beneath her skintight top, bouncing against the tops of Harold’s hands. Behind him the teen’s long legs kicked furiously, her slippers sliding against the sheets as she fought to gain some sort of friction. Clenching her eyes shut tight, Jai Lin felt a sense of doom in the darkness as she had to fight for each desperate breath.
“I think we might have a contender!” Harold said. His fingers stopped their cruel exploration, though he did maintain a firm grip around his plaything’s sides. “But Madam Ui tells me your feet are truly special…?”
“N-no!” Jai Lin wheezed as she made a feeble effort to pull down her shirt.
“Oh yes, I think so!” The Master clapped his big hands together excitedly. His teen toy quickly covered her tummy and the worrisome expression across her face only seemed to make Harold more enthused.
Harold pushed back, letting his weight off of the young slave’s hips. Jai Lin’s mind raced as she tried to figure out any possible outcome that would not involve her being tickled further. As Harold begun to turn away, Jai Lin could not help but notice an enormous bulge protruding from the front of her master’s black khakis. For a the briefest second she tried to convince herself the Master’s reaction was a coincidence, or involuntary, but Jai Lin knew the hard truth. Worse than merely the sinister games of a man with perhaps too much money and power, Harold clearly found the ticklish-sufferings of his slaves to be highly arousing. Engorged as he was, Jai Lin could see no end to her newfound nightmare.
“Stay still now.” Harold said he maneuvered himself to the end of the bed. Jai Lin knew better than to disobey. With his back to her, the Master gently pushed her lower legs apart. Sinking his large frame into the mattress, Harold sat between the teen’s spread ankles. Remaining as still as humanly possible, even with her most obedient intentions the hypersensitive girl still twitched when the large man’s left hand clasped around her left shin. Pulling her leg up into the crook of his arm, Harold coiled his steely bicep around Jai Lin’s ankle.
“You were told to stay still.” Madam Ui said. Jai Lin’s involuntary trembling had not gone unnoticed, and as Harold nimbly tugged at her slipper she jerked her knee.
With the care of someone handling priceless china, Harold slowly pulled his slave’s slipper up and over her long toes. Taking into account the several rigorous minutes of tickling her master had already subjected her to, and his ever-growing lustful excitement, Jai Lin clutched at the sheets either side of her and tightened her jaw. She knew muting herself was not an option, her reaction would surely stoke Harold’s fire and it would be no brief test the likes of which Madam Ui had performed. Jai Lin’s mind had stopped racing for ideas toward escape and instead spiraled into a dreaded pit of terrified anticipation.
“Here I cooooome!” Harold said in a sing-songy voice, digging Jai Lin’s pit of terror deeper as if he had read her mind. “Five fingers? Or just one to start?” He teased and the hopeless teen curled her toes, causing her creamy smooth sole to wrinkle. How many fingers he used exactly Jai Lin did not know. All the doomed girl did know was that the moment her master’s devilish digits stroked against her excruciatingly ticklish skin she lost all control. A banshee’s cry tore from Jai Lin’s full lips and without any second of time for thought or consideration toward consequence, she planted her free foot squarely in the center of Harold’s back.
“Aghnn!” Harold let out a loud grunt as he was struck with such force he was pushed clean off the mattress in one fell movement. Hitting the carpet on all-fours, the large man grunted again. Madam Ui’s eyes shot open before immediately rushing to her master’s aid.
Jai Lin clamped both shaky hands over her own mouth. With a jolt she sat up, instantly aware that her violent act would have dire consequences. As she watched Harold climb to his feet, Jai Lin’s stomach sank. Whatever cruelties the Master had planned for his newest concubine that evening would no doubt have been a relative joy by comparison to the punishment she would then face.
“Harold! Are you alright?” Madam Ui said, she had one hand high on his shoulder and the other gently wrapped around his forearm.
“I am fine, Ui.” Harold said, pausing to wince and stroke his own back. “You have quite the kick my dear.”
“I-I-I am so sor-“ Jai Lin stammered, not knowing how to even begin to apologize for such an outrageous offense.
“-Please.” The large man said, turning back toward his fearful young slave and waving a hand dismissively. “Do not apologize.” Keeping one hand nursing his back, Harold’s agreeable smile returned. “I may need to finish my evening with someone a little less rambunctious…but you have given me something very much look forward to when next we meet.”
Her master’s smile did nothing to lighten Jai Lin’s sense of impending disaster. Whether or not he was truly annoyed by her slight, Harold would surely make the teen pay for her sins upon their next encounter. As the large man turned back toward Madam Ui, the older woman glared at Jai Lin with venom in her eyes. The stare lasted a fraction of a second before the Madam put all her attention back on Harold, but it told the frozen younger woman everything she needed to know.
“I will arrange another to your chamber.” Madam Ui said as she and Harold walked slowly toward the door. “And see to it this one is properly disciplined.”
Jai Lin remained exactly where she sat after Madam Ui and Harold closed the bedroom door behind them. She dared not move and though the urge to cry certainly swelled within her, Jai Lin did manage to utilize some of her lifelong training. Composing herself as best she could, the worrisome teen sat with her legs stretched out before her and one bare foot, her other slipper resting on the floor. Several long minutes passed as Jai Lin awaited her fate, before Madam Ui returned.
Without a word the stern older woman strode purposefully toward the bed. Bending down swiftly, Madam Ui stood back up and with a single quick motion placed Jai Lin’s slipper back on her foot. “Come with me.” Ui said without unclenching her teeth. She turned on one heel and with long strides marched back toward the door. Jai Lin hesitated for a moment. The poor girl knew delaying the inevitable did no good, and yet she found herself unable to move. “I do not repeat myself.” Madam Ui said without looking back.
Through wide, unfurnished hallways, countless closed doors and the occasional stoic security guard, Jai Lin followed a few short steps behind Madam Ui. The lost girl may have been confused by the various turns and flights of stairs had her focus not been almost entirely on her unknown destination. What Jai Lin had expected exactly she did not know, but it was certainly not a wide open room of draping silk curtains, lounge seats, assorted exotic fruits and a masterly crafted water feature along a grand back wall. Through the well-lit space a half dozen young women, most of whom wore thinly veiled nightgowns, lay about and read or talked quietly amongst themselves. A pale redhead girl with wide hips who appeared little older than Jai Lin was pressing grapes between her full lips. Another with olive skin and dark hair appeared to be working on a crochet. Not a one of them reacted to Madam Ui’s arrival in any noticeable way.
“Here.” Ui said, stopping in the center of the room. She stood beside a round cushiony piece of furniture, roughly four feet wide and a little below her knee height. “Kneel.” The older woman said as she pointed a long finger at the low sofa.
“Yes Madam.” Jai Lin said sheepishly. Stepping onto the sofa with her knees, the unnerved teen slid as gracefully as she could into the cushion’s center. Still, none of the other young women in the room seemed to notice or care. Looking around, Jai Lin began to wonder if her discipline might not be half as horrid as she had imagined.
“Put your hands together.” The Madam said, and Jai Lin complied without pause. “Samara.” Ui said without taking her eyes off the kneeling girl. Jai Lin did not know the word and for a moment became anxious there may be some command she was supposed to follow. The sound of movement behind her relieved the fear, Samara was the name of a tall blonde woman. Samara stood as tall as Jai Lin herself and had hair so light it bordered on white. Sporting a white tube top that barely contained her bulbous bosoms, the blue-eyed twenty-something climbed up from her lounge seat. Wandering across the large room in no particular hurry, Samara disappeared behind a low-hanging curtain. A few seconds later the sound of turning chains echoed from above.
Looking up, Jai Lin made sure to keep her wrists held together as she watched two leather cuffs slowly lower from the high ceiling. A storm of unease clashed inside the kneeling teen, her fears of a harsh punishment returned with a hurricane force. Since the very moment she had met Madam Ui, Jai Lin’s pride had been stripped of her. Among the girls she had grown up with Jai Lin was one of the best, as true a Kanpekina as there ever was. At her graduation even the unwaveringly strict Lady Botan had offered the slightest of nods in approval to Jai Lin. At eighteen she knew enough about world economics to hold her own in conversation with a college professor, could recite a dozen of Shakespeare’s plays verbatim, spoke seven languages and ran circles around Chopin’s Étude Op. 10 No. 4 on the piano. Jai Lin as she was so named was crafted to lead a life of expert servitude, not be tickled for the amusement of sadists.
“This is not how it should be.” Jai Lin said softly. The words were directed nowhere and to no one, said only for herself. She needed the universe to hear her, to know her fate was definitively wrong.
Madam Ui had taken hold of the lowering cuffs. When Jai Lin spoke, the older woman’s vulturous stare narrowed sharply. “You call yourself Kanpekina, and yet you speak so recklessly?”
“I am Kanpekina.” Jai Lin said with a shaky whisper. Even as the words slipped from her lips she knew every syllable would lead to a thousand times it’s weight in punishment. Nonetheless, the young woman found herself almost as unable to control her rebellious reply as she was able to keep from recoiling when touched.
“Perhaps Lady Botan has grown soft in her old age.” Madam Ui spoke with snapping words. She wrapped a leather cuff around Jai Lin’s left wrist, tightening it harshly to punctuate her point. “If you are what passes for Kanpekina in these times, I am truly sorry.”
“I mean no offense.” Looking down, the trembling girl avoided eye contact as she felt the second cuff tightening around her right wrist. “It is only…this…these games, it is not the way it should be.”
“Is it not?” Tightening both cuffs, locking Jai Lin’s wrists together, the draconian madam gave the thin chain a sudden tug. “The way you think your life should be matters not, because your life is not yours. You, your mind and everything you are belongs to your master. Should or should not are irrelevant, it is simply the way it is.”
The sound of chain-on-chain began turning once against, and Jai Lin watched as her hands were gradually dragged upward into the air before her. Madam Ui took a step back and placed both hands behind her back. The madam’s stature was impeccably rigid. “It is clear to me you still have a great deal to learn. Fear not, I will be a far more effective teacher than Lady Botan.”
When the chain stopped, Jai Lin’s hands were held high above her head. So tight were the shapely girl’s arms pulled, her knees almost lifted from the cushion beneath her. Glancing back over her shoulder, Jai Lin watched as the scantily clad girl called Samara appeared from behind the curtain and walked slowly over. Madam Ui stood silently as Samara crouched down behind Jai Lin, and reached underneath the cushion-table with both hands. From one side the statuesque blonde pulled out a thick leather strap, one end of which appeared to be firmly connected underneath the table.
When the full realization of Madam Ui’s intent dawned on Jai Lin, the teen turned her unnerved look back to the cruel matron. The corners of Madam Ui’s lips rose to a most minor degree, certainly not enough to call her expression a smile. As Jai Lin felt Samara lay the leather strap across the backs of her ankles, the weight of her rapidly increasing vulnerability became crushing. The strap tightened, pressing her shins into the cushion-top. Jai Lin’s short-lived defiance crumbled in a heap.
“I-I will do as you say.” Jai Lin stammered, her nubile body stretched taut.
“Of course you will.” Madam Ui said. “Now, where were we?” The older woman paused and looked her captive new slave up and down. “Ah yes.” She said musingly to herself. Madam Ui pinched the bottom sides of Jai Lin’s shirt and slid the tight material upward over her midriff. A small whimper escaped the younger woman’s lips as her mistress bunched the shirt up under her bulbous bosom, exposing everything from her lower ribs to her hips.
Hurriedly, Jai Lin looked around to try and catch the eye of any other girl in the enormous lounge area. Samara was returning to her own area and none of the other young women paid any attention. Jai Lin was not exactly sure what she had hoped to gain from the others, perhaps only sympathy, a pitiful or empathetic look. Nothing, they were well-trained indeed. Moving her attention back to Madam Ui, the sinister housemother was slowly wriggling five long nails toward Jai Lin’s smooth tummy.
“Remarkable.” Madam Ui said, her voice almost a whisper. Her five fingers stopped to waver in the air less than an inch from the bound teen’s hypersensitive flesh. “Your skin even looks ticklish. How terrible for you.”
“Please…please!” Jai Lin tremored, sucking her tummy in, back from the madam’s advancing claws. Her supple ribs protruded above her abdomen and when the first razor-sharp nail stroked across Jai Lin’s side she jerked against her bonds. “Hnngh!” She squeaked, and stifled herself.
There was not a hope in all the world. Earlier that day, when held firm by her fellow graduates or later when pinned down by her new master, Jai Lin maintained some measure of freedom. Minimal though her movement may have been, under Harold she could squirm and kick, so much so that she had eventually freed herself of his grip. Strapped and chained, there were no such allowances. No chances and, Jai Lin feared, even less mercy under Madam Ui than there had been under the master.
“Oh, you silly little creature.” Madam Ui said, moving her five fingers slowly just beneath Jai Lin’s bottom rib. Jai Lin twitched, pursing her lips and puffing her cheeks as she strained not to let out the bubbling laughter within. The madam’s tickling talons began to gradually increase their speed. “You think you are suffering. You think our dear Harold made you go mad. This is nothing. In time, when you have truly learned, you may think back to this day with fondness.”
Jai Lin knew perfectly well Madam Ui’s words combined with her devilish touch was an intentional duet. A well-practiced song of which the mistress never missed a note. As was doubtlessly the Ui’s objective, she conducted her fingers against Jai Lin’s sensitive skin and made her burst into an uproarious chorus. “Eiiieeheehee!” The teen giggled, tugging helplessly against the stretched-tight chain overhead.
Squeaking laughter let loose and Jai Lin swayed her hips in an effort to move away. Just as she reached the limits of her restrained escape the older woman’s second set of speedy claws flickered against her other side. “Yeeeheeii! Eeeheehee!” Jai Lin squealed with ticklish surprise. Both sides assaulted by Madam Ui’s malicious talons, the poor teen could go nowhere for even a split second’s respite.
Bouncing her knees a half-inch into the cushion, Jai Lin could move up and down a small amount. The teen’s erratic jumping caused her thinly covered breasts to jiggle. Madam Ui’s expression grew to a wry smirk, a satisfied smile that told her young captive who was in control, as if there were any doubt. The mistresses’ threats swirled in Jai Lin’s addled mind, the idea her torment was but a sampling of things to come. In truth the sheltered girl could not fathom how her torment could worsen, immoveable and tickled in such horrid fashion. Jai Lin did not doubt Madam Ui could concoct a more terrible nightmare however, she did not doubt that at all.
Fluttering her feathery touch down the teen’s sides, Madam Ui ran her nails along the tops of Jai Lin’s hipbones. Lurching backward, the chain above her snagged hard as Jai Lin’s frenetic laughter filled the room. From her wildly gyrating hips to the teen’s convulsing tummy, Ui’s painfully proficient strokes roamed freely. Skating around Jai Lin’s navel and up between her tender ribs, the spasming young woman could feel every agonizing nail. Her long black hair tossed every which way as she reeled with unstoppable schoolgirl giggling.
“Mistress! Eeeheehiii!” Jai Lin managed to yelp among her fits of laughter. “I’ve learned! Yeeeheehee! I-I will behahahave!”
“You have learned nothing.” Madam Ui said, though her words fell on deaf ears. Ceasing her assault, Ui pinched the bunched sides of Jai Lin’s tight top once again and slid it higher. Up and under the fleshy bottoms of the teen’s bosom, the madam let the shirt rest just below her captive’s hidden nipples. Pressed behind the form-fitting shirt, the undersides of Jai Lin’s boobs ballooned out into the open air. “One such as you requires far more strenuous lessons.”
“No! Please mistress!” Jai Lin balked, the feeling of her half-exposed breasts causing her to yank forcefully at her well-secured bondage. Doing her best to remain respectful of Ui’s authority, Jai Lin hurried to think of her best pitiful plea. Not quick enough, Madam Ui’s dancing digits were already flickering against the teen’s marshmallowy soft breasts. “Teeeheeiiiee!” Jai Lin screamed, rocking herself back and forth with force.
Whilst all of the Kanpekina were untouched virgins, they were no strangers to the erotic arts. Being able to cause sensations of lust in others was key to each girl’s training, and practicing on one another the only option ever allowed. Supervised and strictly forbidden without faculty present, the rare girls who chose to pleasure themselves outside of class were fiercely punished. Jai Lin, of course, had stuck to these rules with steadfast determination. Not once had she wavered, and knew exactly how her body would respond to any seductive touch. It was for this very reason that the once dedicated teen was so abysmally appalled when Madam’s Ui’s tickling fingers elicited a familiar, and completely unacceptable glow to warm her libido.
Caught up in her whirlwind of ticklishness too much to truly dwell on the unwelcome arousal, Jai Lin’s cheeks were growing a bright shade of red. Having her breasts touched was not an entirely unfamiliar sensation. It was the gently destructive way in which Madam Ui speedily caressed Jai Lin’s under-cleavage that was so foreign. Throwing fuel on the fire, as the Amazonian teen struggled she could feel her shirt sliding higher. Every bosomy bounce was threatening to release Jai Lin’s cushy boobs into the open. The thought of having her breasts bared horrified her, and sent the bound girl’s lust running wild.
“Do not even think about disrobing without permission.” Madam Ui said. Continuing her flurry of wiggling fingers, the mistress pinched softly into the crease where Jai Lin’s boobs met her ribcage. “Stay still.” The older woman warned. “If those things pop out before my say so, you will suffer for it!”
“Eeeiieeehee! I-I caahahan’t!” Jai Lin shook. The thin white shirt was just below her quickly stiffening nipples. “Heehahaha! Ican’thelp itahahaha!” She squealed in high-pitched agony.
“Well you better find a way!” Ui snapped and dug all ten of her surprisingly strong fingers into the fitful girl’s ribcage.
“YOOOHOOHAHA! Ahahaha!” With a loud scream the trapped teen’s eyes burst open and she yanked violently at the chain overheard. As Jai Lin twisted and turned she arched her back and the form-fitting shirt could hold no more. Dropping out from the springing material, the helpless slave’s huge boobs jiggled into the open air.
Madam Ui did not let up. Drilling her fingertips deep into the soft spots between each rib, the older woman clawed mercilessly at her captive. Jai Lin’s light brown areole were puffed, her nipples rigidly hard as they were tossed and twirled. Forced, wordless laughter filled the large room. Try as she might, Jai Lin could not make a single plea for forgiveness. Every desperate attempt to form words only came out as breathless straining, quickly overwhelmed by uproarious screams. The teen’s face and neck had turned bright red and she was sure the lack of air would make her pass out. Despite Jai Lin’s panic, she couldn’t help but tighten her thigh muscles in abject desire.
“Are you enjoying this, young lady?” Madam Ui said. She pulled her pitiless claws back from Jai Lin’s pinkened ribcage. “Look at the state of you!” Ui said and poked her teen slave sharply in the side.
“Yi!” The poor girl jumped, gasping for much needed air.
“Do not lie to me!” Said the mistress, and poked Jai Lin in the other side.
“Yehii!” With a yelp the bare breasted teen jerked what little distance she could.
“It is worse than I thought.” Ui said, and immediately pinched both of the teen’s nipples.
“Unh!” The bound girl moaned unwillingly. There was no pain, only a hint of pressure as Ui lightly massaged the girl’s stiffened nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Pursing her lips, Jai Lin breathed heavily through her nose and she tried to block out the undeniably arousing fondling. “Mnn…mnf…nf….”
“Look at her girls.” Madam Ui said, drawing the attention of the room. “Jai Lin here thinks we are here to amuse her.” The older woman continued her gentle caress, causing the bound girl to squirm. “Jai Lin has no sense of decorum. No respect. Jai Lin is a harlot.”
In her muffled struggle, the cruel housemother’s words were the first reminder Jai Lin had that several other people were nearby. In the long minutes she had been tormented by Madam Ui, the enormously frustrated girl had all but forgotten about Samara and the other girls. Humiliated and degraded beyond the point she could believe possible, Jai Lin almost wept as she could feel her hidden panties growing wetter by the second. Worse than the indignity and embarrassment, she began to wonder if Madam Ui was right.
“You will not climax.” Ui said plainly, continuing her coldhearted stimulation. “No one here climaxes without my permission. You will only be tickled. And if you do exactly what I have told you not to, I will have two of these girls assist me in your punishment.”
Like the shock of being thrown in ice water, Jai Lin had not considered that she could be tickled by more than one person at a time. For all her skills in navigating high-society, the naïve girl was quickly realizing almost everything she knew was little more than theory. A life-changing, Earth-shaking realization that she could scarcely believe had happened so quickly. The time between her last moments at the Kanpekina School and being bare-breasted, bound and tickled seemed like weeks. Even in the thick of her lust-ridden torment Jai Lin found it hard to believe so much had happened in a single day.
“Now then.” Madam Ui said, pulling her nimble fingers away from the teen’s almost painfully swollen nipples. “Do I need to summon assistance or are you going to do as you’re told?”
“Mnnf…I…I will not disobey…” Jai Lin whispered and bit her bottom lip.
“I know you will.” The cruel mistress said. A half second later the bound teen was squealing again as Ui’s finely manicured nails crawled up her sides. Without slowing, the older woman’s hands burrowed swiftly underneath the stretched bottom of Jai Lin’s shirt. Scrambling wildly into the helpless girl’s hidden underarms, Madam Ui’s devilish talons raked against her taut hollows.
“YAHAAAA!” Jai Lin screamed, unable to shake her mistress’ hands out from under her arms. The raised shirt was wrapped so snuggly around her upper chest that the cackling teen couldn’t get away for even a fraction of a second. Ui’s hands may as well have been glued to her sides as the ferociously twisting girl bought the tickling fingers with her every movement.
“Don’t you climax!” Ui demanded, her stern face less than a foot from the red-faced teen. In Jai Lin’s overly sensitive agony the harsh words of her mistress were a stark reminder of her unleashed libido. The panties she wore were soaked through, so much so a damp mark had begun to show between the teen’s thighs. Her present anguish mixed with thoughts of future misery. A future Jai Lin knew to be inevitable, there was no controlling her most base-desires. There was no stopping the torture.
“PLEEEASE! EEYAHAHA!” The crazed Amazon screeched.
Madam Ui smirked, the same wry expression she had worn in Harold’s presence. “Ah, you see. You are learning some manners.” Pulling her fingers back, the domineering mistress kept her hands poised under the teen’s shirt. “Perhaps a reward for your efforts? I can be kind, after all.” A light sheen of sweat was beginning to form across the tops of Jai Lin’s large boobs. Breathless, she could not believe any act from the madam was without cost.
“N…no…” The tightly strapped girl said between gasps.
“No?” Madam Ui repeated with mock surprise. “Are you telling me no? Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps you would not like Samara and Luanne to put their lips to your nipples?” The older woman gave her captive a quick poke, which made the girl squeak. “Would you like that, Jai Lin? Would you enjoy that? Do not lie to me.”
Jai Lin knew well enough not to lie. It was not a trait that came naturally and truth had always been paramount among the Kanpekina. The punishment for lies, she imagined, would surely be much more severe under Madam Ui than it might have ever been under Lady Botan. “…yes.” The half-naked girl said, the fear of Ui’s ready-fingers causing her word to tremble.
“Samara.” Ui said, and slipped her hands out from under Jai Lin’s shirt.
Samara got up from her lounger with a hop. Jai Lin turned her head much slower than she had the first time the leggy blonde had been called upon. Conversely, Samara moved with much more pep in her step. Almost at jog, the buxom girl hurried over toward Jai Lin. White short-shorts of the same thin material as her tube-top displayed the woman’s every curve. She stopped directly behind the bound girl and reached toward her. Jai Lin winced as she braced for further tickling, but instead Samara grabbed hold of the teen’s shirt and pulled it up over her head. Once the shirt was tucked neatly between Jai Lin’s bound wrists, Samara skipped quickly around to stand beside Madam Ui.
“Mistress.” Samara said. Jai Lin recognized her thick Russian accent with certainty.
“Hania.” Madam Ui said through her slight, unnerving smile.
Hania stood a few inches taller than Madam Ui and few inches shorter than Samara. With flowing jet-black hair and deep brown eyes, the fair-skinned Pakistani girl might as well have worn nothing at all. Clad in an almost entirely see-through nightie, the flowing white gown revealed every svelte inch of Hania’s limber young body. As Samara had done, Hania walked from her lounging position to stand beside Madam Ui.
“In time, you will be as obedient as these girls.” Ui said. “More so, I expect. They are not Kanpekina like you and I.”
International borders, it appeared, did not restrict Harold’s taste in women. Curious though she was as to how the other girls had come to be in their master’s private fortress, Jai Lin could not focus. Instead the three women eyeing up her half naked body took every bit of her attention. Dreadfully nervous, her stomach turning in knots and her heart racing, Jai Lin imagined a life with the likes of Samara and Hania to not be all terrible. If Harold’s presence was infrequent and she could avoid Madam Ui’s discipline, life among the walls of her master’s estate might have some pleasures to be found.
“Tickle her.” Ui said, and her smirk turned to a full smile.
“N-no! Please!” Jai Lin shook, rattling the chain above. Widening her jade-green eyes, the hopelessly exposed girl watched as the young women flanking their mistress raised their hands. Samara and Hania’s twenty collective fingers wiggled menacingly toward Jai Lin’s unprotected torso. When the girls’ advance came within a few short inches of her tender flesh, the cringing teen could feel her stomach tighten. Her flight-response at full power with no way to run, Jai Lin knew her steaming libido was ready to boil over.
Throwing her head back, Jai Lin flew into a frenzy when Hania and Samara’s curious fingertips touched down. Together the pair’s roaming hands were less focused than Madam Ui’s attacks, and the effect was maddening. Under her arms, across her jiggling boobs and up and down her sides. Samara pinched the bound teen’s ribs and Hania kneaded playfully at her abdomen. Unruly, shrieking laughter spilled from Jai Lin’s wide-open grin. Snapping twisting movements made her body wrench against the tight bondage as she fought for impossible freedom.
“STOP! EEEHEEIIHHEE! DON’T MAIIEEE!” Jai Lin screamed, her fractured words stressing the rapidly decreasing time limit of her desperation. “DON’T MAKE MEEEYEEHEE!”
“Do not climax!” Madam Ui barked, her smile disappearing. “I swear I will have these girls tickle you all night!”
“MAKE THEM STOOOP!” The poor girl squealed, exploding anew with unstoppable laughter. “I’M GOINEEENNEE!” Jai Lin howled when Hania’s fingers flickered across her distressingly sensitive nipples. “I’M GOING TO! IIIIEEHEEE!”
“You have learned nothing!” Ui scolded the furiously ticklish teen. “You are an unruly little toy! All you understand is punishment! I will have you tickled by ten girls!”
“NAAAHH!” Jai Lin’s painfully wide open-mouth grin contorted into a gaping oval as the mistress’ ominous words pushed her over the edge. A storm of tingles rushed up the bound girl’s spine and her eyes closed tight. Volcanic heat spread outward from her lower tummy and turned her limbs to melted butter. Rocking furiously, Jai Lin cried out in hoarse moans as the damp spot between her tensing thighs turned to a puddle of lust. Throughout the orgasmic battle Samara and Hania’s attack continued unabated, their boisterous hands squeezing and pinching freely.
“Disgraceful.” Madam Ui said. Samara and Hania stepped back, leaving the red-faced girl to wheeze and writhe. “A shameful display.” Said the steely housemother as she moved closer to Jai Lin. Taking hold of the panting girl’s waistband, the older woman began to slide Jai Lin’s pants downward. “One we shall replicate.”
Pulling the teen’s tight pants down around her knees, the softly moaning girl was left in nothing but slippers and white g-string panties. The front of her panties a darker shade of wet, Jai Lin’s well-curved butt was flexing as she suffered through the last fading remnants of her uncontrolled orgasm. With a look of sheer defeat in her eyes the near-nude slave looked at Madam Ui just in time to see the older woman give a tiny nod. Following the silent command, Samara and Hania stepped forward once again.
“…pleaseno…” Jai Lin said in mousy plea. The two girls moved either side of their captive and put an arm each around her back. In front, Hania and Samara’s other arms crossed one another as they took hold of Jai Lin’s hips. Devastatingly more sensitive after her lewd climax, the disheveled teen’s eyes opened wide as each girl wrapped their warm lips around each of her rigid nipples. “AHHHNNN!” Jai Lin moaned, a fleeting second of ecstasy that was quickly overrun by Madam Ui’s index finger drilling deep into her belly button. “NEEEIIIHEEHEEII!”
Thrashing madly, the mental breakdown of Ui’s sneak attack turned the pleasant sucking of Jai Lin’s nipples disastrously ticklish. As if on cue, Hania and Samara switched from their passionate techniques to flicking the points of their tongues back and forth across the tips of their plaything’s nipples. Where her lustful charge had began to subside, the three-person onslaught made Jai Lin hornier than she ever thought possible. No amount of gentle caressing in the Kanpekina School had ever spiked the shapely girl’s animalistic desires as much as being sadistically tortured.
With every nerve ending on high alert after her first orgasm, Jai Lin’s second thunderous climax roared through her virgin body. No resistance was attempted as the violently cackling girl’s thighs drenched. Beads of sweat poured down her scarlet cheeks, senseless laughter drowning out any would-be moans of pleasure. Madam Ui’s cruel single digit continued wriggling around the walls of Jai Lin’s excruciatingly sensitive navel. Just when her tickle-cracked mind began to think she had surely reached the limits of the nightmares possible, Samara and Hania started goosing her tender sides. The added tickle-attack sent Jai Lin into her third breathtaking orgasm, and the truly genuine understanding that there was no bottom level in hell.
Three days after her evening at the hands of Madam Ui, Jai Lin could remember little beyond the moment of her mortifying insight. How long exactly Samara, Hania and their mistress had continued to torture Jai Lin she could not say. There was some vague recollection of being freed before sunrise, and a blurred memory of being bathed. At some point the then exhausted teen had been taken to her private chambers. Mercifully she had been allowed to sleep well into the following morning. Nothing much was said the next day, and Madam Ui only appeared at random to give orders to other girls. Samara and Hania offered no acknowledgement of the evening prior.
Limited to the lounge, large living quarters and an outside garden, Jai Lin spent the few days after her ordeal in relative silence. Food was available at any moment, along with a wide assortment of books. She found the TV mildly interesting for a short time, as the lifelong slave had never seen one in person before. Guards were seldom seen unless it was through an open door. It seemed, without any explanation given, Jai Lin and her fellow prisoners were free to do as they pleased within the confines of their lodgings.
Whether or not the other girls were unaware or simply did not care, Jai Lin did notice a few peculiarities beyond their loose routine. Madam Ui would take girls away at all hours, after breakfast or during the night. Upon their return the once elegant looking young women were always worse for wear. Hair a mess, exhausted and stumbling. Clothes were torn or simply gone. A petit Swedish girl with fiery red hair had to be carried back to her chambers. Jai Lin’s mind ran in circles as she imagined what was being done to her fellow slaves, though she had some inkling. Her turn would come, the ponderous teen knew, and in the meantime all she could do was watch.
Among the top of Jai Lin’s other observations were the recurring visits of one guard in particular. Clad in black like his companions, the blue-eyed young man would appear in the mid-afternoon, unless Madam Ui was around. If the mistress was nearby, he would arrive after she was gone. Without fail the chiseled lad would meet exclusively with Hania, they would chat in hushed tones and then he would leave. Jai Lin did not think much of the encounters, beyond the fact they were obviously intended to be a secret. She couldn’t imagine secrets lasted very long in Harold’s fortress, especially with Madam Ui’s undoubtedly effective form of interrogation. Brushing any assumptions aside, the reserved teen tried to keep her focus on how she could best handle her own looming problems.
“Don’t worry.” Luanne said as she sat down beside Jai Lin. “We’re the lucky ones.”
On a cushioned bench in the large lounge, Jai Lin had been resting for well over an hour. At first glance she must have made for an odd sight, alone with no book or seemingly any form of stimulation. Of course her mind was working, and her eyes were watching every move made around her. Breaking from her deeply considered thoughts, the mindful teen turned toward Luanne. A short curvy woman in her mid-twenties, Luanne had mousy-blonde hair and was one of the more vocal among Harold’s harem. She had a small gap between her top front teeth and light brown freckles across her nose. Luanne was also the only girl to actively maintain some semblance of humor, and wore the same tight white pants and shirt combination as Jai Lin.
“Are we?” Jai Lin said, only loud enough to be heard by her uninvited visitor.
“Oh yeah.” Luanne smiled, something she only ever did when Madam Ui was not around. She spoke louder than necessary and had a slight drawl to her accent. “I seen you watching. It’s all you do. Everyone else is readin’ or exercising, talkin’ to each other. You eat, sleep and watch.”
Scanning the room thoughtfully, Jai Lin maintained a placid expression. “You watch too, evidently.”
“Ain’t much gets passed me. ‘Sides I ain’t much of a reader.” The comely girl said. “I bet you’re wonderin’ where all our sisters keep goin’, and comin’ back lookin’ so rough?”
“Not particularly.” Jai Lin said. “I imagine our master’s appetite is rather insatiable.”
“Heh heh!” Luanne chuckled. “Maybe you ain’t as clever as you think you are. Our master don’t have quite the uh…‘appetite’ he once did. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a beast when he wants to be, but when he is here he spends most of his days wanderin’ around the gardens and keepin’ to himself.”
Ignoring the good-natured slight, the curious teen turned her full attention to the loquacious blonde. “Our mistress then.”
“Sometimes.” Luanne smiled with a nod. She leaned in a little closer to Jai Lin, and finally hushed her voice. “Most of ‘em though, are gettin’ chewed up and spit out by the guards.”
“The master allows this?”
“Heh. He encourages it. In fact, it didn’t used to be this bad. Most of those men ain’t interested in ticklin’ the shit out us. Usually they’ll settle for a blowjob or somethin’.”
“But they are tickling you.”
“Well, not me and not you. But yeah, these days they are. The master used to be…what’s the word you used?”
“Insatiable.” Jai Lin said. Inwardly she was a little taken a back by Luanne’s frank way of speaking, though she maintained her composure well on the outside. Despite the woman’s open way of speaking, Jai Lin appreciated every sliver of information.
“Right, insatiable.” Luanne said, her volume rising again. “A year or two back he started to slow down. It was around then the guards started ticklin’ us. Sometimes the master watches. No one’s really sure why, plenty of theories to go around. Maybe the master just wanted us to, I don’t know, not lose the fear maybe?”
“But you’re not afraid.”
Luanne grinned. “I’m a special case.”
“How long have you been here?”
Leaning back, the chatty woman scratched her head. “Hmm…time kind of has a way of gettin’ away from you ‘round here. But, I figure somewhere in the neighborhood of five years.”
Jai Lin gave no discernable reaction. “And the guards, Madam Ui, the master –they leave you be. Why would they do that?”
“They do and they don’t.” Luanne said. “I haven’t seen the master for a long time. It’s funny, I’d love another shot at him. We used to have a lot of fun. But the guards like my company now and then, they’re under strict orders not to tickle me though. Madam Ui doesn’t touch me either, but she’ll always find a way to torment you no matter what.” Luanne looked down at the floor with a half-fond smile. “She makes me watch the other girls get tickled someone times…ties my hands up so I can’t touch myself.”
“I do not see how any of this makes us lucky.”
“Well you’re uh…what is it? Konpoco? Conquistador?”
“Kanpekina.” Jai Lin corrected her new companion.
“What did I say?” Luanne said. A brief moment passed in which the buxom girl fell unusually silent. Her bubbly grin faded and her brow furrowed slightly. “Anyway. You’re one of them, like Madam Ui. Only the master’s allowed to touch you. An uh, the madam too now, I guess. And me well, they used to do to me what they do everyone else but…they think I went crazy.”
“Did you?” The perceptive younger girl said without a hint of sarcasm.
Luanne huffed a breathy laugh and her smile returned. “Maybe.” She nodded softly. “How would I know? All I do know is when I first came here I was no different than the others. They would do all sorts to me and I would scream and beg and do anything to make it stop. But then, overtime, I don’t know. I started to enjoy it.”
Jai Lin raised an eyebrow. It was the most outwardly open emotion she had shown during their conversation. She could not fathom anyone taking pleasure in the kind of inhuman acts Madam Ui had subjected her to.
“I know it sounds funny.” Luanne said, sensing Jai Lin’s confusion. “But it’s true. It didn’t happen right away and I don’t know why. Still, sooner or later I went from being kidnapped and terrified to wantin’ it. I love it, tie me down tickle me to death, nothing makes me happier.”
“So they stopped.”
“They sure did. Can’t have us liking the torture now, can they? No fun in that.” The curvaceous woman’s tone sounded all but regrettable. “It’s not all bad. I still get to fool around with the guards, like I said, and watch the other girls get some. I got to see your show the other night which’ll keep my motor runnin’ for a good while. The Madam just won’t let me join in, says I’m too wild, I get too excited.”
“Hm.” Jai Lin said thoughtfully. “And you were all taken? You all lived outside, before this?” She made a light gesture to the lounge at large.
“As best I can tell. I was on a, what you call a ‘leap year’? You know from college.”
“I can imagine.”
“Right, so I got the fuck outta Florida and went marchin’ around Vietnam for a spell. Then one day I’m messin’ around with this Australian guy I met, we’re in this shitty little hotel and he starts ticklin’ me.” Luanne shot a knowing look to Jai Lin. “And you know how it goes, I’m screamin’ and laughin’ and I can barely breathe and this big brute is just havin’ a ball.”
Jai Lin gave her best sympathetic nod. The way Luanne spoke and her look of commiseration caused Jai Lin to wonder if being rigorously tickled was not as uncommon as she first thought. Perhaps, more likely, it was simply an experience Luanne imagined they both shared.
“I guess half the buildin’ probably heard me.” Rolling her eyes, the curvy woman maintained her cheerful demeanor. “Of course not a single one of ‘em came to help, but someone must have liked what they heard. I didn’t even get halfway across the street after I left before a van pulled up and grabbed me. Next thing I know I’m here, getting’ double-teamed by the master and Madam Ui.”
The younger girl’s eyes narrowed as she considered everything Luanne had told her. She turned and looked the curiously peppy woman up and down. “Why not release you? They must let girls go now and then.”
“Oh, they do.” Luanne said. “Ain’t no one here over thirty, ‘sept for Madam Ui. One reason or another sometimes one of us gets walked out and where they go nobody knows. My guess? The mistress, she hates me. Maybe she’s just jealous cause she don’t like being tickled. I think she takes it personal, and keeps me ‘round cause this is probably the only place in the world I can’t get someone to tickle me. Ironic ain’t it?”
“You don’t seem all that bothered by it.”
“Don’t get me wrong, it drives me fuckin’ mental. But to be honest with you, this is still better than the life I had back home.”
Jai Lin wouldn’t dare it say it aloud, but she wished she could say the same.
By TickleMantis
MF/f
Chapter One: Kanpekina
Jai Lin was the name she would one day be given, and her first memory was of her parents selling their only daughter. She remembered little about the small rural island off Japan’s south coast where she was born. Nor did she remember the name they called her those first few years. Always tall for her age, the studious and quiet girl had only one clear memory before attending the Kanpekina School. Men in suits had dragged her away from her family’s tiny farmhouse, and it was the last time she could truly remember screaming.
Her story was a common one among students of Kanpekina. Exclusively female and referred to only as ‘Surēbu’ by the severely strict faculty, each student was a nameless orphan. More often than not the girls were sold by poor or desperate parents, set for life with the money they received. The Kanpekina School, as each girl quickly learned, was a place of unwavering and absolute obedience. Located high in the desolate mountains of Iturup and accessible only by helicopter or a narrow cliff-side path, the large four story building was all but inescapable and very, very old. Held strong by a wooden frame as sturdy in modern times as it had been when first built, the schools curved, red tile roof required little maintenance. According to legend, passed down by girls over many decades, the Kanpekina School was once a training center for spies and assassins throughout the centuries.
Many rumors were whispered among the Surēbu as they were raised among paper-walls and lavish gardens, but only one thing was certain, each girl upon her eighteenth birthday would become full Kanpekina. Educated in a great many subjects, Kanpekina were highly skilled in the culinary arts, dance, massage, conversation and seduction. Each were taught multiple languages, high fashion, world history, the art of conversation, and the varying etiquettes of numerous cultures. Their manners impeccable, by the time each student was ready to be sold once again, not a single graduate ever displayed anything beyond the utmost respect to their teachers and new masters alike. Highly desired by those with enough money and influence to know of their existence, the Kanpekina held a reputation for exclusivity and status. The pinnacle of personal-servants among those of unfathomable wealth. Or, as some might put it more plainly; the finest slaves in all the world.
Five weeks to the day after her eighteenth birthday, the most curvaceous of the girls stood alongside three of her sisters. Though the other graduates were all slightly older than her, the green eyed girl towered above them at an unusual 6ft tall. The faculty, all dressed in tight fitting black cloth, appeared to be in quite a relative state of fluster. A guest was arriving soon, a potential buyer to inspect their wares, and as such all-available Kanpekina were required to stand on display in the school’s central courtyard. On a slightly raised wooden floor that surrounded the yard’s exquisite garden, the four girls remained eerily still. Their heads bowed and hands crossed gently over their lower abdomens.
Ever graceful, the students had their hair styled with traditional ornaments and wore flowing, finely crafted kimonos. One red, one blue, a green and a yellow, the detailed silk garbs accentuated each girl’s individual assets. Every aspect of a Kanpekina’s appearance, no matter how minor, was obsessively prepared, even down to the wool-lined slippers snuggly fit around their feet.
When the staff scurried away, only the sound of a small garden waterfall could be heard. Standing second from the right, her kimono matching the jade green of her eyes, the youngest of the group used her obvious height difference to covertly examine her more diminutive partners. Not only did the nameless teen’s outfit require several more inches to fit, but her shoe size was a good deal larger than that of her daintier companions. It was this, and her sizable bust, that lead the Amazonian girl to begin wondering if her differences would be a benefit or a curse. As the curvaceous teen began to weigh the pros and cons of being sold, Madam Ui entered the garden.
Flanked by the Kanpekina School’s elderly head of staff Lady Botan, Madam Ui walked across the wooden platform with stern purpose. The girls, continuing to stare downward, had all heard of Madam Ui. A sour faced woman in her early-thirties, she had been Kanpekina herself many years before. Dressed in all black, her short dark hair waving sensibly down to her shoulders, Ui wore a tight fitting long sleeve top, equally as tight pants and a pair of high heeled boots that bought her from an average 5’2ft to a slightly more impressive 5’5ft. Stopping abruptly before the four young women, the decisive Madam glanced an unimpressed gaze over each of them.
“This one.” Madam Ui said in well-spoken English, staring directly through the tallest of their selection.
“Very good.” Lady Botan said softly, giving a barely noticeable nod.
Before the head mistress had even finished her nod, two male staff members with short cut hair rushed out from a door behind the girls. Carrying a heavy wooden chair each, and avoiding all eye contact, the dutiful pair placed one chair directly behind the girl in green, and one in front. As quickly as they had arrived, the speedy duo disappeared, sliding a paper door closed behind them. Not one of the four girls on display dared move a muscle.
“Sit.” Speaking softly, Lady Botan motioned a single withered hand to their guest’s chosen teen.
Without looking up, and keeping her hands gently crossed over one another, the impeccably dressed graduate in green sat down on the chair behind her. Madam Ui moved a moment later, her brief footsteps not making a sound as she sat on the other chair, facing her potential new purchase. Suddenly, the statuesque young woman felt a hint of nervousness creep into her stomach. She knew how to be an excellent servant, of that there was no question, but the Kanpekina School was all the well-toned girl had ever known. To leave it’s walls, to leave the mountain, it would be so strange. Of course she knew of the world outside, but to actually see it, to breath different air and take orders from unknown people, it was enough to rattle an otherwise unshakable heartbeat.
“Place your right foot on Madam Ui’s lap.” Lady Botan instructed.
“You may look at me.” Their icy guest said as the green-eyed girl extended her long right leg out straight.
Lifting her chin, the sheepish teen placed her heel with great care atop the visitor’s left knee. For a moment, Madam Ui looked the uncertain girl directly in the eye, a gaze she held long enough to make sure the timid schoolgirl became even more unnerved. As the older woman’s attention turned toward the slipper resting on her knee, the increasingly anxious girl wanted to glance at Lady Botan. But, the ever-compliant teen knew full well that even such a seemingly tiny, barely noticeable act, would be met with immediate punishment. Instead she simply watched as Madam Ui cupped the bottom of the slipper in her hands, and very carefully removed it from the young woman’s slender foot.
As with every other inch of herself, be the area visible or not, the nameless girl had taken meticulous care of her feet. Her soles creamy white, the silky arches wrinkled slightly beneath plump pink balls. Resting the slipper on her other knee, Madam Ui curled her right hand over the teen’s ankle, causing her long toes to wiggle involuntarily. A strange sensation, the mindful girl thought, to have any part of herself move without deliberate action. Moving her free hand, twisting her long fingernails into a claw shape, the older woman motioned slowly toward the hesitant girl. Much like professional dancers, the Kanpekina always moved with deliberate purpose. Now however, much to her invisible surprise the tall girl’s bare foot twitched beyond her control. A second later Madam Ui’s five talons stroked slowly across the young lady’s sole.
“YEEHEE!” A loud squeal tore from between the teen’s full lips. Overcome with shame, she jerked her ankle out from the stern visitor’s grip, and planted her foot directly on the floor. It was the loudest noise she had made in well over a decade.
“Baka!” Lady Botan barked in sharp Japanese, and began to quickly motion a rapidly waving hand at the other three girls. “Kanojo o tomeru!”
Feeling her cheeks blush bright red, the unnamed girl bowed her head and crossed her hands quickly across her lap. Even before her bare foot had hit the floor she knew the indignity of her actions was beyond the most humiliating of imaginable acts. How could she have made such a sound? Or disrespected their honored guest in such heinous fashion? Such foolishness was not in the green eyed girl’s nature, but it seemed in that split second she had lost all ability to reason. A lifetime of training and discipline had crumbled in the instant Madam Ui’s long nails raked over her buttery soft sole.
“I am so sorry, Madam Ui.” The head mistress said, shaking her head softly. “That will not happen again.”
Obeying orders, the other three graduates hurriedly positioned themselves around their disgraced classmate. To the seated teen’s surprise, the girl in yellow took a sudden firm grip of her left arm, while the girl in blue did the same to her right. Whe they started pulling her arms back, the worrisome teen dreaded how she may react, now that she could no longer trust her own body. The girl in red took a tight grasp of her trapped friend’s left ankle, pushing downward as hard as her small frame could manage. With a quiet cough from Lady Botan, the restrained Amazon looked up to see Madam Ui pointing a single index finger at her own knee. Gingerly, and determined to make a better second impression, the forcefully held teen put her bare foot back in the older woman’s lap.
“You have probably never felt anything like this before…” Madam Ui said, turning to sit sideways in her chair. “…I know I had not, when I was your age.”
“The girls are untouched.” Lady Botan gave an agreeable nod. “As ever.”
“I would expect nothing less.” The special guest said, curling her right arm around the teen’s ankle.
Her slender bare foot protruding out of from the crook of Madam Ui’s arm, the nameless girl stifled a tiny whimper. Spreading her toes in fearful anticipation, the unnerved teen tried to focus on her breathing. That half second of feeling the older woman’s sharp nails stroke across her delicate sole had been awful, and the anxious girl knew it would take all her will power to not embarrass herself a second time. Worse still, such outward displays of emotion were very much forbidden, never more so than in the company of a client. Of course, having been raised between the same walls as the recent graduates, Madam Ui knew this all too well.
Curling her toes, the timid young woman couldn’t help but look forward as she felt slight movement against her leg. Slowly, the school’s honored guest had raised her free hand and was wiggling her fingers in the air. Just a few short inches from the unnamed girl’s vulnerable sole, her foot squirmed in dreaded anticipation, despite straining to keep still. Attempting to hide a deep breath, the tightly held teen looked to Lady Botan with wide eyed concern, only to receive a callous scowl in response. Her stomach sinking, the tense schoolgirl hadn’t quite yet broken eye contact with her hardnosed headmistress when Madam Ui’s five fingernails touched painfully smooth skin.
“EEIIHA!” Throwing her head back, the green eyed girl squealed before pursing her lips in a fruitless attempt to silence herself. “MMHM! MMMHMHM!”
Shaking her outstretched leg desperately, the panicked teen struggled as the visitor’s talons scribbled over her silky flesh. Holding tight, the three other girls fought hard to contain their friend. Madam Ui held just as firm, keeping a vice-like hold around the tall girl’s ankle. Whipping her head back and forth, the Amazonian young lady’s cheeks and forehead were red within seconds, her cheeks swollen as they tried to contain loud protests. As the Ui’s nails raked down from under the teen’s toes, across the balls and down toward her heels she could no longer hold back.
“BAAAIIIEE! YAMERU! YAMERUUUHUHUHU!” A high pitched squealing erupted from between the shamed girl’s full lips, her ornate hair pieces quaking as she plead in her native tongue. “EEEHEEHEE! JIHI! JIHIHEEHEE!”
Every fiber of her helplessly chaotic body wanted to break free. As the older woman’s nails continued to dance over the trapped teen’s wiggling bare foot, thoughts of humiliation and disgrace were rapidly pushed aside for an immediate need to get away. Not once in her life had the nameless young woman felt such an all-consuming sensation, nor been stripped so quickly and absolutely of her self-control. Flicking her head from side to side, the feverishly laughing girl hoped to catch the eye of one of her friends, but all three simply stared obediently toward the floor.
Of course, through their education of the outside world all the Kanpekina knew that the right movement of one’s fingers on another’s nerves could potentially cause laughter. Such things, the graduates all knew, were no more than games for children and as such very little thought was ever given toward it. But, in that moment, as Madam Ui’s relentless touch continued to flicker up and down the nameless student’s sole, it had become all too apparent that she was in fact excruciatingly ticklish. If the squealing teen had ever given tickling more than a moment’s consideration, the only conclusion she would have reached would have been to simply ignore the sensation. Unable to escape and crying out for mercy between her squealing laughter, the green eyed girl had now thought about tickling more than ever before, and it only took a second to conclude that ignoring it was absolutely impossible.
“JIHI! EEEIIEEHEE! PLEASE! EEHEEHEE!” The furiously struggling girl howled, hoping English might find more empathetic ears. “STAHAP! MADAHAHA! MADAM STOP! EEEIEEHEE!”
“Insolent girl!” Lady Botan said bitingly, her words almost drowned out by the helplessly laughing teen. “Madam Ui can do with you as she pleases!”
“Perhaps I will tickle you for an hour more!” The apparently cruel guest’s grim expression twisted into an impish smirk. “Would you like that, girl?”
“NAHAHA! PLEHEASE! I BEG YOU!” The idea of being tickled for even another minute, let alone an entire hour, was enough to drive the young Amazonian mad with panic. “AHAHA! PLEASE MADAM! EEEIIEEE! I CANNOT STAND IT!”
“Good.” Madam Ui said and stopped abruptly, standing upright and letting the breathless girl’s bare foot drop to the floor.
Though it went unseen by the four graduates, their honored guest had given Lady Botan the tiniest of nods before turning to walk away. Seconds later, before the gasping young woman could even catch her breath, three male staff members rushed into the garden. In a whirlwind of motion, the three men put the tall girl’s slipper back on, stood her up from the chair and hurried her inside. Her hair was tidied and kimono unruffled. Wide eyed and without a word, the confused teen was pulled and pushed, through doors she had never been through and hallways she had never seen. Cold mountain air and sunlight caused the unnamed graduate to wince, opening her eyes just in time to see a slick black helicopter atop the roof.
It was the first and last time the girl who would one day be named Jai Lin saw the view from the top of the Kanpekina School. As the men sat her down facing away from the pilot, they clicked a seatbelt over her waist and the perplexed teen could barely comprehend what had just happened. Opposite her, Madam Ui sat, her sour expression returned in full force. Within seconds the strange motion of flight took hold, and the large building she had formed almost every memory in grew smaller and smaller in the distance. When the confused girl could no longer make out the school, she focused on the mountain, and soon that too disappeared into the past.
Chapter Two: The Master and The Madam
The nameless girl had avoided Madam Ui’s gaze the entire flight. For most of the four-hour duration the immaculately styled teen watched the ocean pass beneath, peppered occasionally by the sight of far off coastal towns. Nothing had been said and nothing had been explained. A few short hours before, the secretly nervous teen had lead a life of total regimen. Everything, down to the most minute detail, was certain and predictable. Wake up, eat, clean, train, learn, cook, clean, sleep. Every single day for over fifteen years. Now her entire life was unclear, a bolder person might have asked a question about their future, but she was Kanpekina and knew better.
“You are now in the service of Mr. Harold Deveno Senior.” Madam Ui broke the long silence, speaking in the exact moment the helicopter began to drop in altitude. “Have you heard this name before?”
“Watashi wa sōde wa arimasen.” The meek young woman replied, shaking her head a little.
“English, girl.” The steely-eyed woman said. “Where we are going, you will speak English.”
Dipping left, the helicopter’s unfamiliar movements made the teen’s stomach jump. Sweeping in over the coastline, the dark haired girl watched as small buildings rushed beneath them, many houses clustered together along with various local businesses. Glancing over her shoulder to peer out the cockpit window she could see a large forested mountain looming over the town. At the top of the town, about a third of the way up the mountain’s rugged face sat an enormous complex with high walls around it’s numerous buildings. In the center stood a three-story mansion with a helicopter on the roof. The entire compound stood in stark contrast to the sleepy looking village that spread out under it, and carried on down to the ocean. Still, a heavily protected building situated on a mountain did give the teen a small sense of familiar comfort.
“Mr. Deveno is a very successful businessman.” Madam Ui continued. “He is a brilliant man, and has worked very hard his entire life…”
With a tinge of pride in her tone, the thirty-something year old woman explained who the recently graduated teen’s new master would be. Harold Deveno had made his billions through a wide range of shrewd business decisions, with his biggest moneymaker being construction. Deveno Construction International had built everything from airports to oilrigs over the last two decades. His pride and joy however, was the large mountainside compound Madam Ui’s helicopter now flew slowly into. Kept a secret from the public at large, the virtual fortress had been built with one sole purpose; to be Harold’s personal vacation home. Every few months, Harold would drop in for days or sometimes weeks at a time and do little more than relax in any fashion he so desired, moral or otherwise.
Coming to a hover over the mansion’s rooftop, the quietly anxious eighteen-year-old noticed armed security guards patrolling the fort’s rooftop and outer walls. Perhaps, she thought hopefully to herself, Harold would want her to travel with him from time to time. It was not uncommon for the owners of Kanpekina to keep them at their side, or so the naïve girl had heard. New York, Paris, perhaps even somewhere tropical. Getting lost in her fantasy, the glamorous thoughts were quickly forgotten when she felt the helicopter bump as it landed atop the mansion.
“You will bathe and change-“ Madam Ui said as she motioned the younger woman toward the helicopter’s side door. “-Harold is very excited to meet his new Kanpekina. He has only had one other.”
There was venom in the older woman’s last sentence. As the green eyed teen climbed from the helicopter, the blades slowing above her head, she glanced back to see Madam Ui looking down her nose at her. It was not at all common for anyone to own more than one Kanpekina at a time, a fact Madam Ui was clearly aware of and apparently quite unhappy about. Walking across the rooftop, flanked either side by armed men in imposing black clothes the Amazonian teen hoped Harold Deveno would prove a less intimidating master than her sour-faced escort.
Almost two hours later, as sunset over the sea beyond the walls, the nameless slave stood perfectly still in a large bedroom. She had bathed efficiently and been given a tight fitting white pair of pants, along with an equally form-fitting short sleeved shirt. The shirtsleeves stopped high on her biceps, and the neckline sat just below her collarbone. Though the outfit showed little skin beyond the teen’s arms, neck and head, it’s skintight nature did accentuate every elegant curve. Completing the ensemble were a pair of white slippers, not unlike the ones she had worn back home. Other girls in similar outfits had combed the teen’s long black hair, letting it cascade down to the small of her back. How many others there were in the fortress, the shapely young woman could not tell. None of the others spoke and all took command from Madam Ui without hesitation.
“You will speak English.” Madam Ui said, standing several feet behind the teen as both woman faced the room’s heavy wooden door. “You will call him Master, and if you show even the slightest hint of disrespect I will make the punishments you faced in school look like paradise by comparison.”
A moment later the heavy door slowly opened, and two stone-faced security staff entered. Stepping either side of the doorframe, the two men stared directly ahead of themselves, daring not to lay eyes on Madam Ui, or her freshly pampered servant. Then, with a long confident stride, Harold Deveno appeared. The weary teen had not been sure what to expect, but the 6’4”ft tall man’s welcoming smile took her off guard. With wide shoulders and a strong jaw, the burly billionaire made for an impressive and oddly welcoming presence. His eyes a deep blue and neatly trimmed dark hair graying at the sides, the fifty-something year old man seemed to have no need for the strict demeanor carried by those around him. He dressed a lot more casually than his staff, sporting a navy-blue short sleeved shirt and black khaki pants, along with a pair of comfortable brown shoes.
“My goodness.” His voice low and warm, the large man stopped a couple of feet in front of the teen and looked her over with affable approval. “You are a sight indeed. Well done Madam Ui, does she have a name?”
“No Harold, she does not.” The older woman said, her familiarity with their master surprising the younger woman. “I leave that to you, of course.”
“Well well…how about…” Harold raised an eyebrow as he looked around the open spaced room thoughtfully. “Jai Lin.”
“Oh Harold!” Madam Ui chuckled. “That is not a Japanese name!”
“No bother.” The tall handsome man said, and leaned in a little closer to his newly named slave. “Do you like that name, Jai Lin?”
“Yes Master, very much.” The green eyed girl said with a soft nod, as if there had been any other choice.
“Excellent!” Harold stood back to full height and clapped his large hands together. “Now then, Jai Lin, Madam Ui here tells me you are quite a bit ticklish!”
In the flurry of activity that had taken place immediately after leaving the mountain, the girl now called Jai Lin had forgotten all about the strange tickle-test Madam Ui had put her through. Hearing the act referred to out loud, the timid slave girl’s heart leapt into her throat. Behind the muscular older man, his two security guards exited the room with barely a sound between them, closing the door as they left. Looking at her new master’s wide grin, Jai Lin hoped the topic of her unbearable sensitivity was little more than an amusing piece of trivia meant for conversation alone. It was a nice idea, but one that was forever forgotten the moment Harold’s hands reached out and clawed at the teen’s sides.
“Mmmhmm!” Jai Lin arched her back and began waving her arms frantically above the older man’s curious hands. “Mmhmhm!”
Pursing her lips, the wide eyed girl shook as she tried to remain steady on her feet. Her bulbous boobs bouncing as much as her outfit would allow, Jai Lin wanted more than anything to grab her master’s hands and shove him away. Instead of fighting back, or throwing herself in any other direction, the subservient teen strained to remain in place. The muscular man’s fingers squeezed firm around her slender midriff, poking repeatedly and making her spasm with unwanted mirth. Hunching forward, the poor girl could stand Harold’s attack no longer as she pushed down forcefully on his forearms.
“Oh ho!” The older man laughed. “Seems our new girl has a little more spirit than you did at her age, Ui!”
“I think I was just a touch more disciplined Harold!” Madam Ui scoffed as she strolled to stand behind Jai Lin. “I certainly lasted longer than this our first time.”
“Not by much!” Harold said, his broad grin ever-present. “As I recall you ended up on the floor after a few seconds!”
Standing awkwardly between the Master and the Madam, Jai Lin’s mind began to race. Maintaining her outward composure, the perplexed teen tried to wrap her mind around the implications of Harold and Ui’s friendly conversation. She had been tickled twice now, more in that single day than ever before, and the idea of more tickling to come terrified her. It was all too evident there was no way Jai Lin could keep control when someone put their hands to her virgin body, the shame alone would surely end her. But Madam Ui, if the young woman had heard her new owners correctly, had suffered similarly after graduating from the Kanpekina school. Before Jai Lin could continue toward even more foreboding thoughts, Harold had his hands on her once again.
“Eiiieeheehee!” Recoiling backward, the Amazonian girl squealed involuntary when her master’s fingers pinched quickly along the bottom of her supple rib cage.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Harold said playfully and pursued the giggling girl with wiggling fingers.
“Neeeheeehee!” Putting her hands up defensively, the long haired teen stepped backward as quickly as she could, humiliating schoolgirl laughter escaping her lips.
“Whoops!” The big man joked when Jai Lin backed directly into the large, neatly made bed behind her.
“Nohoho! Noplease!” Wrapping her arms around herself in an uncoordinated fashion, the hypersensitive young woman fell onto the soft sheets behind her as Harold’s curious fingers crawled up her sides. “Eeeheehee! M-Master!”
“Master’s gonna tickle you!” Harold teased as he leaned against the bedside.
Scrambling backward into the center of the wide bed, the embarrassed teen caught a glimpse of Madam Ui. Standing some distance behind the handsome older man, Ui stood with both hands neatly cupped in front of herself. An unmistakably satisfied smirk was spread across Ui’s normally pursed lips. This was not how things were supposed to be, Jai Lin’s thoughts screamed as she watched Harold lumber onto the bed. Serving as a Kanpekina meant living a life of respect, of dignity and high society. Sensual requirements were expected, massage and erotica if it were demanded, but not whatever perverse game she had fallen into. A demeaning game that turned a highly-educated concubine into a giggling, squirming plaything.
“Nooohahaha!” Jai Lin grabbed at her master’s thick wrists when his hands squeezed around her lower abdomen.
“So many tickle spots to find!” The muscular man said as the helplessly struggling teen tried to roll away.
Unable to escape the far stronger man’s grip, Jai Lin bounced her curvaceous butt against the mattress as he kneaded her thinly covered midriff. Trying with all her might to pry the powerful giant’s hands off of her, any thoughts of staying reserved had quickly fell to the back of her mind. Kicking her long legs, the frantically squirming girl laughed erratically between pleas for mercy. Curling herself upright only served her master tense muscles to claw at, and flopping back onto the sheets opened the bosomy teen’s midsection up for a full on assault. After nearly a full minute Jai Lin’s cheeks were blushing a pink hue, and the thought that such depraved behavior could go on for even longer alarmed her to no end.
“I-I’m sorry!” The young woman gasped when Harold finally relented, only for him to begin straddling her hips. “N-no! Mercy master! Please!”
“Are you begging me, Jai Lin?” The large man said, kneeling either side of the slender teen and sitting his bulky weight down on top of her.
“Yes! Yes, I beg you!” Saying what she thought he wanted to hear, the agitated Amazon lamented the fact she had never been taught how to act in what she prayed was a truly unusual situation.
“Oh, I think you can do better than that!” Harold laughed and took the teen’s right wrist in the firm grip of his own right hand.
“Uh! I-I’m sorry Master!” The poor girl winced as the hulking fellow forced her right arm up above her head, pinning it in place. “It is my life to please you! Please, I beg you!”
“What do you think Madam Ui?” The hulking billionaire asked, keeping Jai Lin’s hips pinned under his weight.
“I think I’d like to hear some real begging.” The older woman said dryly from across the room.
Trapped under her master’s muscular frame, the sudden vulnerability of the green eyed girl’s torso was all too apparent. Scarcely ever having been touched, let alone tickled across most of her nubile body, Jai Lin feared the new and panic-inducing ways she might react. Watching as Harold began to raise his left hand several inches above her protruding ribs, the young woman’s breathing quickened in horrid anticipation. Evidently having played this game before, the mischievous man began to slowly wiggle his five fingers as a wry smirk grew across his face.
“Nonono pleasedon’tpleasedon’t!” Jai Lin said softly, her wide eyes focused directly on the handsome man’s teasing digits. She put her free hand up defensively.
“Such a worried face!” The strapping man cooed. “Let’s see a smile!”
“Naaahahahaaa!” Bucking as best she could beneath him, the older man’s fingertips drilled deep into the soft spots between her ribs. Reaching across herself, the wildly kicking girl grabbed helplessly at Harold’s squeezing paw. Uncoordinated in her panicked state, Jai Lin’s determined left hand made for a feeble defense as the big man’s devilish digits drilled into her side. Her long dark haired splayed out on the sheets as Jai Lin whipped her head back and forth.
“Cootchy cootchy coo!” Harold teased through his beaming grin. Her master’s playful gibberish told Jai Lin more than actual words ever could have. Not as blatant in his delivery than Madam Ui’s stern warnings, the Master’s law was no less clear. ‘I have all the power’ Harold said through his smile, ‘I own every part of you’ said his touch. You are helpless, you are mine, and any sliver of control you imagined you might have here no longer exists. Any agency you had Jai Lin, disappeared the moment Madam Ui made her choice.
Coupled with her master’s mischievous fingers, Jai Lin found his babyish taunts utterly maddening. It was not enough to make the voluptuous teen yelp and plead, Harold had to mock her as well. His five wiggling digits were exploring just above Jai Lin’s hips, causing her abdomen to tense as she tried to curl upward. Held in position by her pinned right hand, the fitful girl screamed when Harold’s fingertips slid beneath her tight-fitting top.
“Such a tickly little girl!” The large man chuckled. “I bet you’d just love to run away, wouldn’t you?”
“Neeeeiiihahaha!” Jai Lin strained, clawing at the bottom of her shirt as Harold’s fingers scurried onto the flesh of her heaving tummy.
Leaning in closer, the much stronger man watched his newest slave’s contorting expressions of disbelief and laughter with great interest. “I’m going to find all of your most ticklish spots Jai Lin!” Harold said right before clawing viciously into the soft skin beside the teen’s abs. “Even if it takes all night!”
Slamming her free hand onto the sheets and scrunching them tight between her fingers, Jai Lin bucked as much from the harsh tickle attack as she did her master’s threat. A few diabolical minutes under Harold’s fiendish fingers had been enough to shatter the young woman’s entire world-view; to be subjected to such torment longer was beyond her comprehension. Her cheeks were flushed red and her stark green eyes barely closed as Jai Lin released the bedding from her death-grip and slapped instinctively at Harold’s thick forearm.
“Ohh, a little fight in her!” The big man said with booming enthusiasm. “You’re on little lady!”
Harold released his captive’s right arm. Before the cackling girl even knew her hand was free, both of the older man’s own hands had found new purpose. Joining his left hand under Jai Lin’s shirt, Harold’s right dashed up onto her supple ribs. With a previously unseen viciousness, the eager tickler squeezed rapidly at both sides of the bewildered girl’s soft ribcage. Hunching upward, Jai Lin screeched with ear-piercing shock. She curled her arms around herself and slammed backward, rolling from side to side as much as Harold would allow. Despite the raw vindictiveness of his ten-fingered offensive the giant man’s demeanor remained gleefully boisterous.
Sharp gasps for air forced between loud laughter as Jai Lin thrashed beneath her master’s burly frame. His fingertips drilling into the soft spots between the teen’s ribs, his wrists had pushed Jai Lin’s shirt up to reveal her writhing midriff. The shapely girl’s large boobs jiggled beneath her skintight top, bouncing against the tops of Harold’s hands. Behind him the teen’s long legs kicked furiously, her slippers sliding against the sheets as she fought to gain some sort of friction. Clenching her eyes shut tight, Jai Lin felt a sense of doom in the darkness as she had to fight for each desperate breath.
“I think we might have a contender!” Harold said. His fingers stopped their cruel exploration, though he did maintain a firm grip around his plaything’s sides. “But Madam Ui tells me your feet are truly special…?”
“N-no!” Jai Lin wheezed as she made a feeble effort to pull down her shirt.
“Oh yes, I think so!” The Master clapped his big hands together excitedly. His teen toy quickly covered her tummy and the worrisome expression across her face only seemed to make Harold more enthused.
Harold pushed back, letting his weight off of the young slave’s hips. Jai Lin’s mind raced as she tried to figure out any possible outcome that would not involve her being tickled further. As Harold begun to turn away, Jai Lin could not help but notice an enormous bulge protruding from the front of her master’s black khakis. For a the briefest second she tried to convince herself the Master’s reaction was a coincidence, or involuntary, but Jai Lin knew the hard truth. Worse than merely the sinister games of a man with perhaps too much money and power, Harold clearly found the ticklish-sufferings of his slaves to be highly arousing. Engorged as he was, Jai Lin could see no end to her newfound nightmare.
“Stay still now.” Harold said he maneuvered himself to the end of the bed. Jai Lin knew better than to disobey. With his back to her, the Master gently pushed her lower legs apart. Sinking his large frame into the mattress, Harold sat between the teen’s spread ankles. Remaining as still as humanly possible, even with her most obedient intentions the hypersensitive girl still twitched when the large man’s left hand clasped around her left shin. Pulling her leg up into the crook of his arm, Harold coiled his steely bicep around Jai Lin’s ankle.
“You were told to stay still.” Madam Ui said. Jai Lin’s involuntary trembling had not gone unnoticed, and as Harold nimbly tugged at her slipper she jerked her knee.
With the care of someone handling priceless china, Harold slowly pulled his slave’s slipper up and over her long toes. Taking into account the several rigorous minutes of tickling her master had already subjected her to, and his ever-growing lustful excitement, Jai Lin clutched at the sheets either side of her and tightened her jaw. She knew muting herself was not an option, her reaction would surely stoke Harold’s fire and it would be no brief test the likes of which Madam Ui had performed. Jai Lin’s mind had stopped racing for ideas toward escape and instead spiraled into a dreaded pit of terrified anticipation.
“Here I cooooome!” Harold said in a sing-songy voice, digging Jai Lin’s pit of terror deeper as if he had read her mind. “Five fingers? Or just one to start?” He teased and the hopeless teen curled her toes, causing her creamy smooth sole to wrinkle. How many fingers he used exactly Jai Lin did not know. All the doomed girl did know was that the moment her master’s devilish digits stroked against her excruciatingly ticklish skin she lost all control. A banshee’s cry tore from Jai Lin’s full lips and without any second of time for thought or consideration toward consequence, she planted her free foot squarely in the center of Harold’s back.
“Aghnn!” Harold let out a loud grunt as he was struck with such force he was pushed clean off the mattress in one fell movement. Hitting the carpet on all-fours, the large man grunted again. Madam Ui’s eyes shot open before immediately rushing to her master’s aid.
Jai Lin clamped both shaky hands over her own mouth. With a jolt she sat up, instantly aware that her violent act would have dire consequences. As she watched Harold climb to his feet, Jai Lin’s stomach sank. Whatever cruelties the Master had planned for his newest concubine that evening would no doubt have been a relative joy by comparison to the punishment she would then face.
“Harold! Are you alright?” Madam Ui said, she had one hand high on his shoulder and the other gently wrapped around his forearm.
“I am fine, Ui.” Harold said, pausing to wince and stroke his own back. “You have quite the kick my dear.”
“I-I-I am so sor-“ Jai Lin stammered, not knowing how to even begin to apologize for such an outrageous offense.
“-Please.” The large man said, turning back toward his fearful young slave and waving a hand dismissively. “Do not apologize.” Keeping one hand nursing his back, Harold’s agreeable smile returned. “I may need to finish my evening with someone a little less rambunctious…but you have given me something very much look forward to when next we meet.”
Her master’s smile did nothing to lighten Jai Lin’s sense of impending disaster. Whether or not he was truly annoyed by her slight, Harold would surely make the teen pay for her sins upon their next encounter. As the large man turned back toward Madam Ui, the older woman glared at Jai Lin with venom in her eyes. The stare lasted a fraction of a second before the Madam put all her attention back on Harold, but it told the frozen younger woman everything she needed to know.
“I will arrange another to your chamber.” Madam Ui said as she and Harold walked slowly toward the door. “And see to it this one is properly disciplined.”
Chapter Three: The Way It Is
Jai Lin remained exactly where she sat after Madam Ui and Harold closed the bedroom door behind them. She dared not move and though the urge to cry certainly swelled within her, Jai Lin did manage to utilize some of her lifelong training. Composing herself as best she could, the worrisome teen sat with her legs stretched out before her and one bare foot, her other slipper resting on the floor. Several long minutes passed as Jai Lin awaited her fate, before Madam Ui returned.
Without a word the stern older woman strode purposefully toward the bed. Bending down swiftly, Madam Ui stood back up and with a single quick motion placed Jai Lin’s slipper back on her foot. “Come with me.” Ui said without unclenching her teeth. She turned on one heel and with long strides marched back toward the door. Jai Lin hesitated for a moment. The poor girl knew delaying the inevitable did no good, and yet she found herself unable to move. “I do not repeat myself.” Madam Ui said without looking back.
Through wide, unfurnished hallways, countless closed doors and the occasional stoic security guard, Jai Lin followed a few short steps behind Madam Ui. The lost girl may have been confused by the various turns and flights of stairs had her focus not been almost entirely on her unknown destination. What Jai Lin had expected exactly she did not know, but it was certainly not a wide open room of draping silk curtains, lounge seats, assorted exotic fruits and a masterly crafted water feature along a grand back wall. Through the well-lit space a half dozen young women, most of whom wore thinly veiled nightgowns, lay about and read or talked quietly amongst themselves. A pale redhead girl with wide hips who appeared little older than Jai Lin was pressing grapes between her full lips. Another with olive skin and dark hair appeared to be working on a crochet. Not a one of them reacted to Madam Ui’s arrival in any noticeable way.
“Here.” Ui said, stopping in the center of the room. She stood beside a round cushiony piece of furniture, roughly four feet wide and a little below her knee height. “Kneel.” The older woman said as she pointed a long finger at the low sofa.
“Yes Madam.” Jai Lin said sheepishly. Stepping onto the sofa with her knees, the unnerved teen slid as gracefully as she could into the cushion’s center. Still, none of the other young women in the room seemed to notice or care. Looking around, Jai Lin began to wonder if her discipline might not be half as horrid as she had imagined.
“Put your hands together.” The Madam said, and Jai Lin complied without pause. “Samara.” Ui said without taking her eyes off the kneeling girl. Jai Lin did not know the word and for a moment became anxious there may be some command she was supposed to follow. The sound of movement behind her relieved the fear, Samara was the name of a tall blonde woman. Samara stood as tall as Jai Lin herself and had hair so light it bordered on white. Sporting a white tube top that barely contained her bulbous bosoms, the blue-eyed twenty-something climbed up from her lounge seat. Wandering across the large room in no particular hurry, Samara disappeared behind a low-hanging curtain. A few seconds later the sound of turning chains echoed from above.
Looking up, Jai Lin made sure to keep her wrists held together as she watched two leather cuffs slowly lower from the high ceiling. A storm of unease clashed inside the kneeling teen, her fears of a harsh punishment returned with a hurricane force. Since the very moment she had met Madam Ui, Jai Lin’s pride had been stripped of her. Among the girls she had grown up with Jai Lin was one of the best, as true a Kanpekina as there ever was. At her graduation even the unwaveringly strict Lady Botan had offered the slightest of nods in approval to Jai Lin. At eighteen she knew enough about world economics to hold her own in conversation with a college professor, could recite a dozen of Shakespeare’s plays verbatim, spoke seven languages and ran circles around Chopin’s Étude Op. 10 No. 4 on the piano. Jai Lin as she was so named was crafted to lead a life of expert servitude, not be tickled for the amusement of sadists.
“This is not how it should be.” Jai Lin said softly. The words were directed nowhere and to no one, said only for herself. She needed the universe to hear her, to know her fate was definitively wrong.
Madam Ui had taken hold of the lowering cuffs. When Jai Lin spoke, the older woman’s vulturous stare narrowed sharply. “You call yourself Kanpekina, and yet you speak so recklessly?”
“I am Kanpekina.” Jai Lin said with a shaky whisper. Even as the words slipped from her lips she knew every syllable would lead to a thousand times it’s weight in punishment. Nonetheless, the young woman found herself almost as unable to control her rebellious reply as she was able to keep from recoiling when touched.
“Perhaps Lady Botan has grown soft in her old age.” Madam Ui spoke with snapping words. She wrapped a leather cuff around Jai Lin’s left wrist, tightening it harshly to punctuate her point. “If you are what passes for Kanpekina in these times, I am truly sorry.”
“I mean no offense.” Looking down, the trembling girl avoided eye contact as she felt the second cuff tightening around her right wrist. “It is only…this…these games, it is not the way it should be.”
“Is it not?” Tightening both cuffs, locking Jai Lin’s wrists together, the draconian madam gave the thin chain a sudden tug. “The way you think your life should be matters not, because your life is not yours. You, your mind and everything you are belongs to your master. Should or should not are irrelevant, it is simply the way it is.”
The sound of chain-on-chain began turning once against, and Jai Lin watched as her hands were gradually dragged upward into the air before her. Madam Ui took a step back and placed both hands behind her back. The madam’s stature was impeccably rigid. “It is clear to me you still have a great deal to learn. Fear not, I will be a far more effective teacher than Lady Botan.”
When the chain stopped, Jai Lin’s hands were held high above her head. So tight were the shapely girl’s arms pulled, her knees almost lifted from the cushion beneath her. Glancing back over her shoulder, Jai Lin watched as the scantily clad girl called Samara appeared from behind the curtain and walked slowly over. Madam Ui stood silently as Samara crouched down behind Jai Lin, and reached underneath the cushion-table with both hands. From one side the statuesque blonde pulled out a thick leather strap, one end of which appeared to be firmly connected underneath the table.
When the full realization of Madam Ui’s intent dawned on Jai Lin, the teen turned her unnerved look back to the cruel matron. The corners of Madam Ui’s lips rose to a most minor degree, certainly not enough to call her expression a smile. As Jai Lin felt Samara lay the leather strap across the backs of her ankles, the weight of her rapidly increasing vulnerability became crushing. The strap tightened, pressing her shins into the cushion-top. Jai Lin’s short-lived defiance crumbled in a heap.
“I-I will do as you say.” Jai Lin stammered, her nubile body stretched taut.
“Of course you will.” Madam Ui said. “Now, where were we?” The older woman paused and looked her captive new slave up and down. “Ah yes.” She said musingly to herself. Madam Ui pinched the bottom sides of Jai Lin’s shirt and slid the tight material upward over her midriff. A small whimper escaped the younger woman’s lips as her mistress bunched the shirt up under her bulbous bosom, exposing everything from her lower ribs to her hips.
Hurriedly, Jai Lin looked around to try and catch the eye of any other girl in the enormous lounge area. Samara was returning to her own area and none of the other young women paid any attention. Jai Lin was not exactly sure what she had hoped to gain from the others, perhaps only sympathy, a pitiful or empathetic look. Nothing, they were well-trained indeed. Moving her attention back to Madam Ui, the sinister housemother was slowly wriggling five long nails toward Jai Lin’s smooth tummy.
“Remarkable.” Madam Ui said, her voice almost a whisper. Her five fingers stopped to waver in the air less than an inch from the bound teen’s hypersensitive flesh. “Your skin even looks ticklish. How terrible for you.”
“Please…please!” Jai Lin tremored, sucking her tummy in, back from the madam’s advancing claws. Her supple ribs protruded above her abdomen and when the first razor-sharp nail stroked across Jai Lin’s side she jerked against her bonds. “Hnngh!” She squeaked, and stifled herself.
There was not a hope in all the world. Earlier that day, when held firm by her fellow graduates or later when pinned down by her new master, Jai Lin maintained some measure of freedom. Minimal though her movement may have been, under Harold she could squirm and kick, so much so that she had eventually freed herself of his grip. Strapped and chained, there were no such allowances. No chances and, Jai Lin feared, even less mercy under Madam Ui than there had been under the master.
“Oh, you silly little creature.” Madam Ui said, moving her five fingers slowly just beneath Jai Lin’s bottom rib. Jai Lin twitched, pursing her lips and puffing her cheeks as she strained not to let out the bubbling laughter within. The madam’s tickling talons began to gradually increase their speed. “You think you are suffering. You think our dear Harold made you go mad. This is nothing. In time, when you have truly learned, you may think back to this day with fondness.”
Jai Lin knew perfectly well Madam Ui’s words combined with her devilish touch was an intentional duet. A well-practiced song of which the mistress never missed a note. As was doubtlessly the Ui’s objective, she conducted her fingers against Jai Lin’s sensitive skin and made her burst into an uproarious chorus. “Eiiieeheehee!” The teen giggled, tugging helplessly against the stretched-tight chain overhead.
Squeaking laughter let loose and Jai Lin swayed her hips in an effort to move away. Just as she reached the limits of her restrained escape the older woman’s second set of speedy claws flickered against her other side. “Yeeeheeii! Eeeheehee!” Jai Lin squealed with ticklish surprise. Both sides assaulted by Madam Ui’s malicious talons, the poor teen could go nowhere for even a split second’s respite.
Bouncing her knees a half-inch into the cushion, Jai Lin could move up and down a small amount. The teen’s erratic jumping caused her thinly covered breasts to jiggle. Madam Ui’s expression grew to a wry smirk, a satisfied smile that told her young captive who was in control, as if there were any doubt. The mistresses’ threats swirled in Jai Lin’s addled mind, the idea her torment was but a sampling of things to come. In truth the sheltered girl could not fathom how her torment could worsen, immoveable and tickled in such horrid fashion. Jai Lin did not doubt Madam Ui could concoct a more terrible nightmare however, she did not doubt that at all.
Fluttering her feathery touch down the teen’s sides, Madam Ui ran her nails along the tops of Jai Lin’s hipbones. Lurching backward, the chain above her snagged hard as Jai Lin’s frenetic laughter filled the room. From her wildly gyrating hips to the teen’s convulsing tummy, Ui’s painfully proficient strokes roamed freely. Skating around Jai Lin’s navel and up between her tender ribs, the spasming young woman could feel every agonizing nail. Her long black hair tossed every which way as she reeled with unstoppable schoolgirl giggling.
“Mistress! Eeeheehiii!” Jai Lin managed to yelp among her fits of laughter. “I’ve learned! Yeeeheehee! I-I will behahahave!”
“You have learned nothing.” Madam Ui said, though her words fell on deaf ears. Ceasing her assault, Ui pinched the bunched sides of Jai Lin’s tight top once again and slid it higher. Up and under the fleshy bottoms of the teen’s bosom, the madam let the shirt rest just below her captive’s hidden nipples. Pressed behind the form-fitting shirt, the undersides of Jai Lin’s boobs ballooned out into the open air. “One such as you requires far more strenuous lessons.”
“No! Please mistress!” Jai Lin balked, the feeling of her half-exposed breasts causing her to yank forcefully at her well-secured bondage. Doing her best to remain respectful of Ui’s authority, Jai Lin hurried to think of her best pitiful plea. Not quick enough, Madam Ui’s dancing digits were already flickering against the teen’s marshmallowy soft breasts. “Teeeheeiiiee!” Jai Lin screamed, rocking herself back and forth with force.
Whilst all of the Kanpekina were untouched virgins, they were no strangers to the erotic arts. Being able to cause sensations of lust in others was key to each girl’s training, and practicing on one another the only option ever allowed. Supervised and strictly forbidden without faculty present, the rare girls who chose to pleasure themselves outside of class were fiercely punished. Jai Lin, of course, had stuck to these rules with steadfast determination. Not once had she wavered, and knew exactly how her body would respond to any seductive touch. It was for this very reason that the once dedicated teen was so abysmally appalled when Madam’s Ui’s tickling fingers elicited a familiar, and completely unacceptable glow to warm her libido.
Caught up in her whirlwind of ticklishness too much to truly dwell on the unwelcome arousal, Jai Lin’s cheeks were growing a bright shade of red. Having her breasts touched was not an entirely unfamiliar sensation. It was the gently destructive way in which Madam Ui speedily caressed Jai Lin’s under-cleavage that was so foreign. Throwing fuel on the fire, as the Amazonian teen struggled she could feel her shirt sliding higher. Every bosomy bounce was threatening to release Jai Lin’s cushy boobs into the open. The thought of having her breasts bared horrified her, and sent the bound girl’s lust running wild.
“Do not even think about disrobing without permission.” Madam Ui said. Continuing her flurry of wiggling fingers, the mistress pinched softly into the crease where Jai Lin’s boobs met her ribcage. “Stay still.” The older woman warned. “If those things pop out before my say so, you will suffer for it!”
“Eeeiieeehee! I-I caahahan’t!” Jai Lin shook. The thin white shirt was just below her quickly stiffening nipples. “Heehahaha! Ican’thelp itahahaha!” She squealed in high-pitched agony.
“Well you better find a way!” Ui snapped and dug all ten of her surprisingly strong fingers into the fitful girl’s ribcage.
“YOOOHOOHAHA! Ahahaha!” With a loud scream the trapped teen’s eyes burst open and she yanked violently at the chain overheard. As Jai Lin twisted and turned she arched her back and the form-fitting shirt could hold no more. Dropping out from the springing material, the helpless slave’s huge boobs jiggled into the open air.
Madam Ui did not let up. Drilling her fingertips deep into the soft spots between each rib, the older woman clawed mercilessly at her captive. Jai Lin’s light brown areole were puffed, her nipples rigidly hard as they were tossed and twirled. Forced, wordless laughter filled the large room. Try as she might, Jai Lin could not make a single plea for forgiveness. Every desperate attempt to form words only came out as breathless straining, quickly overwhelmed by uproarious screams. The teen’s face and neck had turned bright red and she was sure the lack of air would make her pass out. Despite Jai Lin’s panic, she couldn’t help but tighten her thigh muscles in abject desire.
“Are you enjoying this, young lady?” Madam Ui said. She pulled her pitiless claws back from Jai Lin’s pinkened ribcage. “Look at the state of you!” Ui said and poked her teen slave sharply in the side.
“Yi!” The poor girl jumped, gasping for much needed air.
“Do not lie to me!” Said the mistress, and poked Jai Lin in the other side.
“Yehii!” With a yelp the bare breasted teen jerked what little distance she could.
“It is worse than I thought.” Ui said, and immediately pinched both of the teen’s nipples.
“Unh!” The bound girl moaned unwillingly. There was no pain, only a hint of pressure as Ui lightly massaged the girl’s stiffened nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Pursing her lips, Jai Lin breathed heavily through her nose and she tried to block out the undeniably arousing fondling. “Mnn…mnf…nf….”
“Look at her girls.” Madam Ui said, drawing the attention of the room. “Jai Lin here thinks we are here to amuse her.” The older woman continued her gentle caress, causing the bound girl to squirm. “Jai Lin has no sense of decorum. No respect. Jai Lin is a harlot.”
In her muffled struggle, the cruel housemother’s words were the first reminder Jai Lin had that several other people were nearby. In the long minutes she had been tormented by Madam Ui, the enormously frustrated girl had all but forgotten about Samara and the other girls. Humiliated and degraded beyond the point she could believe possible, Jai Lin almost wept as she could feel her hidden panties growing wetter by the second. Worse than the indignity and embarrassment, she began to wonder if Madam Ui was right.
“You will not climax.” Ui said plainly, continuing her coldhearted stimulation. “No one here climaxes without my permission. You will only be tickled. And if you do exactly what I have told you not to, I will have two of these girls assist me in your punishment.”
Like the shock of being thrown in ice water, Jai Lin had not considered that she could be tickled by more than one person at a time. For all her skills in navigating high-society, the naïve girl was quickly realizing almost everything she knew was little more than theory. A life-changing, Earth-shaking realization that she could scarcely believe had happened so quickly. The time between her last moments at the Kanpekina School and being bare-breasted, bound and tickled seemed like weeks. Even in the thick of her lust-ridden torment Jai Lin found it hard to believe so much had happened in a single day.
“Now then.” Madam Ui said, pulling her nimble fingers away from the teen’s almost painfully swollen nipples. “Do I need to summon assistance or are you going to do as you’re told?”
“Mnnf…I…I will not disobey…” Jai Lin whispered and bit her bottom lip.
“I know you will.” The cruel mistress said. A half second later the bound teen was squealing again as Ui’s finely manicured nails crawled up her sides. Without slowing, the older woman’s hands burrowed swiftly underneath the stretched bottom of Jai Lin’s shirt. Scrambling wildly into the helpless girl’s hidden underarms, Madam Ui’s devilish talons raked against her taut hollows.
“YAHAAAA!” Jai Lin screamed, unable to shake her mistress’ hands out from under her arms. The raised shirt was wrapped so snuggly around her upper chest that the cackling teen couldn’t get away for even a fraction of a second. Ui’s hands may as well have been glued to her sides as the ferociously twisting girl bought the tickling fingers with her every movement.
“Don’t you climax!” Ui demanded, her stern face less than a foot from the red-faced teen. In Jai Lin’s overly sensitive agony the harsh words of her mistress were a stark reminder of her unleashed libido. The panties she wore were soaked through, so much so a damp mark had begun to show between the teen’s thighs. Her present anguish mixed with thoughts of future misery. A future Jai Lin knew to be inevitable, there was no controlling her most base-desires. There was no stopping the torture.
“PLEEEASE! EEYAHAHA!” The crazed Amazon screeched.
Madam Ui smirked, the same wry expression she had worn in Harold’s presence. “Ah, you see. You are learning some manners.” Pulling her fingers back, the domineering mistress kept her hands poised under the teen’s shirt. “Perhaps a reward for your efforts? I can be kind, after all.” A light sheen of sweat was beginning to form across the tops of Jai Lin’s large boobs. Breathless, she could not believe any act from the madam was without cost.
“N…no…” The tightly strapped girl said between gasps.
“No?” Madam Ui repeated with mock surprise. “Are you telling me no? Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps you would not like Samara and Luanne to put their lips to your nipples?” The older woman gave her captive a quick poke, which made the girl squeak. “Would you like that, Jai Lin? Would you enjoy that? Do not lie to me.”
Jai Lin knew well enough not to lie. It was not a trait that came naturally and truth had always been paramount among the Kanpekina. The punishment for lies, she imagined, would surely be much more severe under Madam Ui than it might have ever been under Lady Botan. “…yes.” The half-naked girl said, the fear of Ui’s ready-fingers causing her word to tremble.
“Samara.” Ui said, and slipped her hands out from under Jai Lin’s shirt.
Samara got up from her lounger with a hop. Jai Lin turned her head much slower than she had the first time the leggy blonde had been called upon. Conversely, Samara moved with much more pep in her step. Almost at jog, the buxom girl hurried over toward Jai Lin. White short-shorts of the same thin material as her tube-top displayed the woman’s every curve. She stopped directly behind the bound girl and reached toward her. Jai Lin winced as she braced for further tickling, but instead Samara grabbed hold of the teen’s shirt and pulled it up over her head. Once the shirt was tucked neatly between Jai Lin’s bound wrists, Samara skipped quickly around to stand beside Madam Ui.
“Mistress.” Samara said. Jai Lin recognized her thick Russian accent with certainty.
“Hania.” Madam Ui said through her slight, unnerving smile.
Hania stood a few inches taller than Madam Ui and few inches shorter than Samara. With flowing jet-black hair and deep brown eyes, the fair-skinned Pakistani girl might as well have worn nothing at all. Clad in an almost entirely see-through nightie, the flowing white gown revealed every svelte inch of Hania’s limber young body. As Samara had done, Hania walked from her lounging position to stand beside Madam Ui.
“In time, you will be as obedient as these girls.” Ui said. “More so, I expect. They are not Kanpekina like you and I.”
International borders, it appeared, did not restrict Harold’s taste in women. Curious though she was as to how the other girls had come to be in their master’s private fortress, Jai Lin could not focus. Instead the three women eyeing up her half naked body took every bit of her attention. Dreadfully nervous, her stomach turning in knots and her heart racing, Jai Lin imagined a life with the likes of Samara and Hania to not be all terrible. If Harold’s presence was infrequent and she could avoid Madam Ui’s discipline, life among the walls of her master’s estate might have some pleasures to be found.
“Tickle her.” Ui said, and her smirk turned to a full smile.
“N-no! Please!” Jai Lin shook, rattling the chain above. Widening her jade-green eyes, the hopelessly exposed girl watched as the young women flanking their mistress raised their hands. Samara and Hania’s twenty collective fingers wiggled menacingly toward Jai Lin’s unprotected torso. When the girls’ advance came within a few short inches of her tender flesh, the cringing teen could feel her stomach tighten. Her flight-response at full power with no way to run, Jai Lin knew her steaming libido was ready to boil over.
Throwing her head back, Jai Lin flew into a frenzy when Hania and Samara’s curious fingertips touched down. Together the pair’s roaming hands were less focused than Madam Ui’s attacks, and the effect was maddening. Under her arms, across her jiggling boobs and up and down her sides. Samara pinched the bound teen’s ribs and Hania kneaded playfully at her abdomen. Unruly, shrieking laughter spilled from Jai Lin’s wide-open grin. Snapping twisting movements made her body wrench against the tight bondage as she fought for impossible freedom.
“STOP! EEEHEEIIHHEE! DON’T MAIIEEE!” Jai Lin screamed, her fractured words stressing the rapidly decreasing time limit of her desperation. “DON’T MAKE MEEEYEEHEE!”
“Do not climax!” Madam Ui barked, her smile disappearing. “I swear I will have these girls tickle you all night!”
“MAKE THEM STOOOP!” The poor girl squealed, exploding anew with unstoppable laughter. “I’M GOINEEENNEE!” Jai Lin howled when Hania’s fingers flickered across her distressingly sensitive nipples. “I’M GOING TO! IIIIEEHEEE!”
“You have learned nothing!” Ui scolded the furiously ticklish teen. “You are an unruly little toy! All you understand is punishment! I will have you tickled by ten girls!”
“NAAAHH!” Jai Lin’s painfully wide open-mouth grin contorted into a gaping oval as the mistress’ ominous words pushed her over the edge. A storm of tingles rushed up the bound girl’s spine and her eyes closed tight. Volcanic heat spread outward from her lower tummy and turned her limbs to melted butter. Rocking furiously, Jai Lin cried out in hoarse moans as the damp spot between her tensing thighs turned to a puddle of lust. Throughout the orgasmic battle Samara and Hania’s attack continued unabated, their boisterous hands squeezing and pinching freely.
“Disgraceful.” Madam Ui said. Samara and Hania stepped back, leaving the red-faced girl to wheeze and writhe. “A shameful display.” Said the steely housemother as she moved closer to Jai Lin. Taking hold of the panting girl’s waistband, the older woman began to slide Jai Lin’s pants downward. “One we shall replicate.”
Pulling the teen’s tight pants down around her knees, the softly moaning girl was left in nothing but slippers and white g-string panties. The front of her panties a darker shade of wet, Jai Lin’s well-curved butt was flexing as she suffered through the last fading remnants of her uncontrolled orgasm. With a look of sheer defeat in her eyes the near-nude slave looked at Madam Ui just in time to see the older woman give a tiny nod. Following the silent command, Samara and Hania stepped forward once again.
“…pleaseno…” Jai Lin said in mousy plea. The two girls moved either side of their captive and put an arm each around her back. In front, Hania and Samara’s other arms crossed one another as they took hold of Jai Lin’s hips. Devastatingly more sensitive after her lewd climax, the disheveled teen’s eyes opened wide as each girl wrapped their warm lips around each of her rigid nipples. “AHHHNNN!” Jai Lin moaned, a fleeting second of ecstasy that was quickly overrun by Madam Ui’s index finger drilling deep into her belly button. “NEEEIIIHEEHEEII!”
Thrashing madly, the mental breakdown of Ui’s sneak attack turned the pleasant sucking of Jai Lin’s nipples disastrously ticklish. As if on cue, Hania and Samara switched from their passionate techniques to flicking the points of their tongues back and forth across the tips of their plaything’s nipples. Where her lustful charge had began to subside, the three-person onslaught made Jai Lin hornier than she ever thought possible. No amount of gentle caressing in the Kanpekina School had ever spiked the shapely girl’s animalistic desires as much as being sadistically tortured.
With every nerve ending on high alert after her first orgasm, Jai Lin’s second thunderous climax roared through her virgin body. No resistance was attempted as the violently cackling girl’s thighs drenched. Beads of sweat poured down her scarlet cheeks, senseless laughter drowning out any would-be moans of pleasure. Madam Ui’s cruel single digit continued wriggling around the walls of Jai Lin’s excruciatingly sensitive navel. Just when her tickle-cracked mind began to think she had surely reached the limits of the nightmares possible, Samara and Hania started goosing her tender sides. The added tickle-attack sent Jai Lin into her third breathtaking orgasm, and the truly genuine understanding that there was no bottom level in hell.
Chapter Four: All Backwards
Three days after her evening at the hands of Madam Ui, Jai Lin could remember little beyond the moment of her mortifying insight. How long exactly Samara, Hania and their mistress had continued to torture Jai Lin she could not say. There was some vague recollection of being freed before sunrise, and a blurred memory of being bathed. At some point the then exhausted teen had been taken to her private chambers. Mercifully she had been allowed to sleep well into the following morning. Nothing much was said the next day, and Madam Ui only appeared at random to give orders to other girls. Samara and Hania offered no acknowledgement of the evening prior.
Limited to the lounge, large living quarters and an outside garden, Jai Lin spent the few days after her ordeal in relative silence. Food was available at any moment, along with a wide assortment of books. She found the TV mildly interesting for a short time, as the lifelong slave had never seen one in person before. Guards were seldom seen unless it was through an open door. It seemed, without any explanation given, Jai Lin and her fellow prisoners were free to do as they pleased within the confines of their lodgings.
Whether or not the other girls were unaware or simply did not care, Jai Lin did notice a few peculiarities beyond their loose routine. Madam Ui would take girls away at all hours, after breakfast or during the night. Upon their return the once elegant looking young women were always worse for wear. Hair a mess, exhausted and stumbling. Clothes were torn or simply gone. A petit Swedish girl with fiery red hair had to be carried back to her chambers. Jai Lin’s mind ran in circles as she imagined what was being done to her fellow slaves, though she had some inkling. Her turn would come, the ponderous teen knew, and in the meantime all she could do was watch.
Among the top of Jai Lin’s other observations were the recurring visits of one guard in particular. Clad in black like his companions, the blue-eyed young man would appear in the mid-afternoon, unless Madam Ui was around. If the mistress was nearby, he would arrive after she was gone. Without fail the chiseled lad would meet exclusively with Hania, they would chat in hushed tones and then he would leave. Jai Lin did not think much of the encounters, beyond the fact they were obviously intended to be a secret. She couldn’t imagine secrets lasted very long in Harold’s fortress, especially with Madam Ui’s undoubtedly effective form of interrogation. Brushing any assumptions aside, the reserved teen tried to keep her focus on how she could best handle her own looming problems.
“Don’t worry.” Luanne said as she sat down beside Jai Lin. “We’re the lucky ones.”
On a cushioned bench in the large lounge, Jai Lin had been resting for well over an hour. At first glance she must have made for an odd sight, alone with no book or seemingly any form of stimulation. Of course her mind was working, and her eyes were watching every move made around her. Breaking from her deeply considered thoughts, the mindful teen turned toward Luanne. A short curvy woman in her mid-twenties, Luanne had mousy-blonde hair and was one of the more vocal among Harold’s harem. She had a small gap between her top front teeth and light brown freckles across her nose. Luanne was also the only girl to actively maintain some semblance of humor, and wore the same tight white pants and shirt combination as Jai Lin.
“Are we?” Jai Lin said, only loud enough to be heard by her uninvited visitor.
“Oh yeah.” Luanne smiled, something she only ever did when Madam Ui was not around. She spoke louder than necessary and had a slight drawl to her accent. “I seen you watching. It’s all you do. Everyone else is readin’ or exercising, talkin’ to each other. You eat, sleep and watch.”
Scanning the room thoughtfully, Jai Lin maintained a placid expression. “You watch too, evidently.”
“Ain’t much gets passed me. ‘Sides I ain’t much of a reader.” The comely girl said. “I bet you’re wonderin’ where all our sisters keep goin’, and comin’ back lookin’ so rough?”
“Not particularly.” Jai Lin said. “I imagine our master’s appetite is rather insatiable.”
“Heh heh!” Luanne chuckled. “Maybe you ain’t as clever as you think you are. Our master don’t have quite the uh…‘appetite’ he once did. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a beast when he wants to be, but when he is here he spends most of his days wanderin’ around the gardens and keepin’ to himself.”
Ignoring the good-natured slight, the curious teen turned her full attention to the loquacious blonde. “Our mistress then.”
“Sometimes.” Luanne smiled with a nod. She leaned in a little closer to Jai Lin, and finally hushed her voice. “Most of ‘em though, are gettin’ chewed up and spit out by the guards.”
“The master allows this?”
“Heh. He encourages it. In fact, it didn’t used to be this bad. Most of those men ain’t interested in ticklin’ the shit out us. Usually they’ll settle for a blowjob or somethin’.”
“But they are tickling you.”
“Well, not me and not you. But yeah, these days they are. The master used to be…what’s the word you used?”
“Insatiable.” Jai Lin said. Inwardly she was a little taken a back by Luanne’s frank way of speaking, though she maintained her composure well on the outside. Despite the woman’s open way of speaking, Jai Lin appreciated every sliver of information.
“Right, insatiable.” Luanne said, her volume rising again. “A year or two back he started to slow down. It was around then the guards started ticklin’ us. Sometimes the master watches. No one’s really sure why, plenty of theories to go around. Maybe the master just wanted us to, I don’t know, not lose the fear maybe?”
“But you’re not afraid.”
Luanne grinned. “I’m a special case.”
“How long have you been here?”
Leaning back, the chatty woman scratched her head. “Hmm…time kind of has a way of gettin’ away from you ‘round here. But, I figure somewhere in the neighborhood of five years.”
Jai Lin gave no discernable reaction. “And the guards, Madam Ui, the master –they leave you be. Why would they do that?”
“They do and they don’t.” Luanne said. “I haven’t seen the master for a long time. It’s funny, I’d love another shot at him. We used to have a lot of fun. But the guards like my company now and then, they’re under strict orders not to tickle me though. Madam Ui doesn’t touch me either, but she’ll always find a way to torment you no matter what.” Luanne looked down at the floor with a half-fond smile. “She makes me watch the other girls get tickled someone times…ties my hands up so I can’t touch myself.”
“I do not see how any of this makes us lucky.”
“Well you’re uh…what is it? Konpoco? Conquistador?”
“Kanpekina.” Jai Lin corrected her new companion.
“What did I say?” Luanne said. A brief moment passed in which the buxom girl fell unusually silent. Her bubbly grin faded and her brow furrowed slightly. “Anyway. You’re one of them, like Madam Ui. Only the master’s allowed to touch you. An uh, the madam too now, I guess. And me well, they used to do to me what they do everyone else but…they think I went crazy.”
“Did you?” The perceptive younger girl said without a hint of sarcasm.
Luanne huffed a breathy laugh and her smile returned. “Maybe.” She nodded softly. “How would I know? All I do know is when I first came here I was no different than the others. They would do all sorts to me and I would scream and beg and do anything to make it stop. But then, overtime, I don’t know. I started to enjoy it.”
Jai Lin raised an eyebrow. It was the most outwardly open emotion she had shown during their conversation. She could not fathom anyone taking pleasure in the kind of inhuman acts Madam Ui had subjected her to.
“I know it sounds funny.” Luanne said, sensing Jai Lin’s confusion. “But it’s true. It didn’t happen right away and I don’t know why. Still, sooner or later I went from being kidnapped and terrified to wantin’ it. I love it, tie me down tickle me to death, nothing makes me happier.”
“So they stopped.”
“They sure did. Can’t have us liking the torture now, can they? No fun in that.” The curvaceous woman’s tone sounded all but regrettable. “It’s not all bad. I still get to fool around with the guards, like I said, and watch the other girls get some. I got to see your show the other night which’ll keep my motor runnin’ for a good while. The Madam just won’t let me join in, says I’m too wild, I get too excited.”
“Hm.” Jai Lin said thoughtfully. “And you were all taken? You all lived outside, before this?” She made a light gesture to the lounge at large.
“As best I can tell. I was on a, what you call a ‘leap year’? You know from college.”
“I can imagine.”
“Right, so I got the fuck outta Florida and went marchin’ around Vietnam for a spell. Then one day I’m messin’ around with this Australian guy I met, we’re in this shitty little hotel and he starts ticklin’ me.” Luanne shot a knowing look to Jai Lin. “And you know how it goes, I’m screamin’ and laughin’ and I can barely breathe and this big brute is just havin’ a ball.”
Jai Lin gave her best sympathetic nod. The way Luanne spoke and her look of commiseration caused Jai Lin to wonder if being rigorously tickled was not as uncommon as she first thought. Perhaps, more likely, it was simply an experience Luanne imagined they both shared.
“I guess half the buildin’ probably heard me.” Rolling her eyes, the curvy woman maintained her cheerful demeanor. “Of course not a single one of ‘em came to help, but someone must have liked what they heard. I didn’t even get halfway across the street after I left before a van pulled up and grabbed me. Next thing I know I’m here, getting’ double-teamed by the master and Madam Ui.”
The younger girl’s eyes narrowed as she considered everything Luanne had told her. She turned and looked the curiously peppy woman up and down. “Why not release you? They must let girls go now and then.”
“Oh, they do.” Luanne said. “Ain’t no one here over thirty, ‘sept for Madam Ui. One reason or another sometimes one of us gets walked out and where they go nobody knows. My guess? The mistress, she hates me. Maybe she’s just jealous cause she don’t like being tickled. I think she takes it personal, and keeps me ‘round cause this is probably the only place in the world I can’t get someone to tickle me. Ironic ain’t it?”
“You don’t seem all that bothered by it.”
“Don’t get me wrong, it drives me fuckin’ mental. But to be honest with you, this is still better than the life I had back home.”
Jai Lin wouldn’t dare it say it aloud, but she wished she could say the same.
