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Leanne and Elisha sat side by side in the stocks curling their toes nervously. It was their first castle event and the two girls eagerly anticipated the tickling that was to come. Leanne was a tanned brunette around 5’2” in height whilst Elisha was taller around 5’9” with long, straight golden locks that shone in the sunlight. Both were 21 years old and had just finished studying at University. The two friends enjoyed frequent tickle fights and games. The night before they had taken turns to be tied to their hotel bed and tickled, each screaming and laughing into their ball-gag as music played to mask the sounds of their fun.
Before placing their ankles in the stocks each had removed their colourful socks and converses for the final stage of their bet. Whilst planning their trip to the castle event Elisha had decided it would be fun if they wrote on the soles of their feet with permanent markers. Leanne had readily agreed and planned the best things to write on her tickle-friends soles. Each foot was covered in words such as; ‘Very ticklish!’… ‘Don’t forget my toes’ ‘Use a hairbrush here!’ and ‘Never ever stop!’.
As patrons flooded in through the castle gates the tickle victims further up the twin rows of restrained tickle victims began to laugh. The two friends were about halfway down the row of stocks and both squirmed in anticipation, their hearts fluttering. Finally the eager swarm of ticklers were upon them; two German girls swooped down like birds of prey. Both were tall and blonde, probably in their mid-twenties; one with long curly hair the other with a neat pony-tail. Both spoke to one another in German, quickly deciding who would tickle which girl first. The blonde with curly hair went straight to Leanne making her squeal with immediate brutal fingertip tickles all over her soles that used both the rough pads of the German girl’s fingertips along with her short but effective nails. Meanwhile the blonde with straight hair selected a feather and began to run it between Elisha’s toes.
“Oh God!’ Elisha cried as she curled her toes.
The two blondes spoke to one another in German, agreeing that their victim’s toes needed to be tied. This was quickly and efficiently done and the torture resumed. Elisha’s sensitivity had been raised to its peak by the first feather touches to her toes, now her howls matched Leanne’s as their torturers shared their prize. The neat blonde used a feather on all four sets of toes whilst the slightly scruffier blonde used her fingers as well as hairbrushes all over the arches, heels and the balls of each girl’s feet. Both victims regretted laying out the hairbrushes and other tickle tools. They were soon begging for mercy, despite not even knowing if their tormentors spoke English.
Their cries attracted unwanted attention, making them quick favourites. Soon patrons slinked behind them to tickle their ribs, underarms and sides which were vulnerable and exposed, their wrists being held up in manacles above them. Their legs were not spared either being explored with squeezes at the knees and thighs through their tight jeans. The worst torture came for Elisha when a shy woman in her forties or fifties brutally tickled the sweet-spot above her hips. Ticklers came and went as the hours marched on. Finally the girls were given a break by one of the organisers, a tall Sandy Blonde who announced;
“Okay; so we can either tickle those sexy soles some more, or you can play a game?”
“Erm…” Both girls nervously deliberated.
“I think we will play a game, but can we have a break first?” Leanne replied, regaining her breath before her friend.
The blonde organiser nodded to the crowd’s temporary dismay. The Black Feather necklace that marked her as one of the event’s organisers prevented any excessive protest and the two friends were freed from the stocks. They were given a comfort break and enjoyed refreshments at the café. Each was given some flip flops to wear, their colourful converses and socks being held until they completed ‘the challenge’ that was the price they had paid for their freedom. There was no doubt in either girl’s mind that more tickling would be involved. They were directed to some changing rooms where they were instructed to change into some thin silk gowns that tied around the neck and reached to just above the knee. Both begrudgingly accepted and shed their jeans and T-Shirts. Elisha was giggling already and Leanne too noticed the way the sheer fabric tickled as it rustled in the wind. A petite Asian woman had joined the Sandy Blonde, both wore Black Feather necklaces indicating their role as event organisers.
“Are these the two for the cages, Andrea?” The petite Asian asked.
“Yup!” The Sandy Blonde replied, directing the contestants away.
After a short walk past scintillating scenes of tickle torture the two contestants reached a clearing where two strange devices were being assembled. Both consisted of two cylindrical metal cages beneath a long translucent plastic tube. Wooden boards were also visible at the top and bottom of each cage. Leanne correctly guessed these were stocks whilst Elisha was regretting her decision to play. Both were guided through the thick bars of the cages and told to stand on the plank of wood which supported the base. The upper stocks closed around the wrists and head of each victim whilst the lower set held the ankles, the stocks were thick and heavy and attached to both the metal bars of the cage and the other wooden boards that filled the rest of the circular base and surrounded the stocks that held each girls wrists and neck meaning neither could see down. Inside the wooden loops of the stocks both leather and padding was adjusted to ensure a snug fit. Elisha was panicking more than Leanne, she had never expected anything like the restraints that slowly inflated with air until they gripped her wrists and ankles perfectly.
Andrea: The Sandy Blonde Black Feather fitted each contestant with a pair of strange gloves made of leather and lace which seemed to contain little wires. Meanwhile the Black Feather’s helpers secured each contestant below the circle of wood that blocked their vision. Each was restrained oddly at the wrists and elbows with leather cuffs and chains that attached to the vertical bars of each cage. It confused both Leanne and Elisha that these restraints did not fully restrict their movements and both squirmed uncomfortably as their silky gowns softly tickled, each wondering what was the purpose of the elbow restraints and as well as the strange gloves and odd restraints. Both were stretched out perfectly, Leanne’s wrist and neck restraints being attached to the surrounding cage at a Lower height to those that held Elisha. Looking up both wondered about the strange plastic tube above them.
With the turn of a ratchet both cages began to slowly rise up into the plastic tubes causing Leanne to start panicking and Elisa to go to pieces. Leanne’s flip flops fell from her feet leaving her toes curling against the air. The padded stocks both women perfectly so that neither suffered any pain or discomfort as their feet left the floor. When the cages were raised to about halfway inside the plastic tubes the man working the ratchet stopped and both contestants felt their toes being tied back to the underside of the stocks. It was at this point Leanne lost her nerve and joined Elisha in hysterical pleading and begging;
“Oh No!... No!.... Please I don’t want to do this anymore! Please No! Just let me out!” The brunette pleaded as she felt her toes be expertly tied back.
“We can let you both out, but you will be returned to the long stocks for the rest of the day and I can guarantee that the tickling will be worse!” Andrea replied, her voice betraying the very real menace that backing out represented.
Leanne thought about it, Elisha was incoherently babbling and in no fit state to negotiate. Leanne curled her toes against the toe ties feeling them give as she did so. Suddenly Leanne made a decision;
“Okay!... We will play, how does this game work?”
“Brilliant! And I’m glad you asked: It is very simple really the more you respond to the tickling the more your cages will be lowered out of the tubes allowing more of your lovely bodies to be tickled. As I am sure you have noticed those toe-ties currently have a lot of give?... That is because they are the first device to monitor how well you keep still. The more you scrunch your feet that faster you will be lowered down…”
Leanne reconsidered her assessment of the toe-ties as Andrea continued. Elisha just whimpered.
“…Should you move too much, and fully expose yourselves then there will be a forfeit. Once your feet are eighteen inches from the floor an alarm will sound and you will be ours to play with for an hour, or half an hour if you arrive in second place. You both have twenty minutes to resist and any outstanding time on the clock will be added to your forfeit. Any questions?” The Black feather concluded.
“Oh my God!” Leanne whimpered, she enjoyed frequent tickling games with Elisha but had never even thought of anything this elaborate.
The ratchet was turned again causing both cages to be fully enveloped by the plastic tubes which were open at the top and covered with tiny little holes a few millimetres in diameter. Despite the plentiful fresh air both contestants anticipation was heightened by the claustrophobia of their unusual restraint. The sensation of her bare feet being stretched tight by toe-ties as they faced the floor was one Leanne would never forget.
“A…..aaaand begin!” Andrea announced causing the first few patrons to eagerly dig in.
Leanne instinctively curled her toes as a multitude of fingers attacked her suspended soles. Elisha meanwhile was enduring a softer torment. Andrea had monopolised her soles and was using two feathers to gently tease her toes.
“I saw this make her go crazy in the stocks, for a lot of women gentle touches to begin with can make them more receptive to tickling” She explained to the hungry patrons eager to get at the Golden-haired beauty’s soft creamy soles.
Despite receiving the gentler torment Elisha was panicking and struggling more than Leanne who desperately tried to keep her toes still as hungry fingers focused on her arches. Leanne could see Elisha slowly descending in her cage through the plastic tube and felt her own cage begin to lower as sharp nails began to explore under her toes making her pull against the little ties in response to the unexpected tickle assault.
“And now she is all yours!” Andrea declared letting the eager ticklers swoop in to tickle Elisha’s pale size nines.
‘At least I won’t take the full hour!’ Leanne thought to herself as she watched Elisha’s cage rapidly lower as it almost shook from Elisha’s panicked thrashing. Leanne’s own laughter echoed around the plastic tube as two of her assailants began using hairbrushes on her heels. Leanne hated the new sensations but succeeded in keeping her toes splayed out and still. She knew she couldn’t move her heels so was able to keep still even though the little plastic bobbles tickled terribly. In her hysteria Leanne dreaded the hairbrushes finding her arches which were currently host to some sharp fingernails she was only just able to resist.
Elisha wasn’t faring so well. Her long slender legs were already mostly exposed and eager hands reached through the bars of her cylindrical cage to explore the backs of her outstretched knees. The new sensations made her kick and writhe futilely against her bonds. Despite being different heights both women were held perfectly by their bonds so that their legs were outstretched and taut. This made the soft fingertips that traced slowly up and down the backs of Elisha’s knees infuriatingly tickly. Especially when they slowed and paused at the sweet spot just behind the knee, where a quick flutter of fingertips was rewarded with a squeal punctuating the golden-haired beauty’s laughter and pleas for mercy. Elisha found it impossible to keep her toes still and before long her waist was approaching the bottom of the plastic tube as hungry hands began to explore and knead her thighs.
“See that you don’t tickle any higher than that! This isn’t the Red Zone!” Andrea chided the patrons tickling Elisha’s thighs.
Leanne shrieked as the hairbrushes finally abandoned her heels to explore her arches. She instantly curled her toes and felt herself lower, so far she had only dropped to about mid-shin level. Luckily the hairbrushes returned to her heels and she regained control of herself, noticing that the toe ties seemed to be tightening as she lowered. Elisha had noticed this too. Although her decent had slowed she still struggled frantically as the terrible feathers breezed and wisped over her toes, the tightened toe-ties made things worse and Elisha arched her back in silent laughter unable to keep her toes still. Leanne’s arches suffered several more surprise assaults from the hairbrushes and it wasn’t long before her knees were coming into range. But worse that that new toys were being distributed to her ticklers;
“Here try these on her toes…” Andrea said with a smile.
With a click and whir electric toothbrushes and flossers came to life and were instantly directed to Leanne’s toes. The result was an instant scream and frantic toe scrunching.
“Mind you heads people!” Andrea declared nodding to the yellow and black stripy hazard tape on the base of Leanne’s stocks that were rapidly lowering as she lost control.
Leanne felt the toe-ties tighten as her ticklers expertly kept up with her descending feet. Soon she was level pegging with Elisha who was now trapped in a rictus of silent motionless laughter. As the first hands began to explore the backs of Leanne’s knees she could no longer pull against the toe ties. About a dozen electric flossers continued to torment the torture-spots between her toes whilst the buzzing electric toothbrushes roamed over her toe-pads, toe-stems and any other spot they could get at including her arches and the balls of her feet that like her heels were now suffering the wrath of four, five or maybe even six hairbrushes.
Leanne thrashed, frantically struggling to escape her desperate situation. She had lost all control and forgotten that now it was the bonds that held her elbows that caused her cage to lower. Elisha was suffering a similar fate, but with her toes pulled fully back her cage had stopped lowering as she pushed back against her elbow restraints. Leanne tried to regain control as she wondered if the strange gloves were making her cage lower too, she had taken to curling and flexing her fingers in a desperate attempt to have some sort of control over any part of her body. Leanne had now overtaken Elisha, and screamed as her tanned and toned tummy came into range of the ticklers who began to poke and squeeze the new tickle target. With her feet enjoying no respite and her thighs also being kneaded and squeezed Leanne panicked knowing she couldn’t take an hour of this torment.
“Hang on this one is stuck, everybody stop for a moment” Andrea declared.
Leanne briefly hoped her torment would stop but the hands and tickle-tools continued their ruthless assault over every ticklish spot of skin available as her friend was given a brief respite.
“Now Elisha, I am going to tickle your thighs in a moment. But I’m not going to tell you when” Andrea teased.
Elisha tried to catch her breath and stay still but nervously flexed and curled her fingers causing her cage to lower. As she looked around in panic her tormentor struck giving her thighs a quick squeeze. With a quick squeal and a frantic struggle Elisha’s cage dropped another inch.
“Now I might tickle your knees this time Elisha, and as before you will have no idea when it is coming!” Andrea said glancing quickly to one of the eager ticklers and to Elisha’s feet in an unseen communiqué.
The message was understood and quickly obeyed and Elisha shrieked as to her complete surprise her feet were tickled instead. In the next second Andrea struck Elisha’s thighs once again before given her knees a quick tickle.
“Okay she is all yours folks!” Andrea declared, her mission complete.
Leanne’s torment had not abated but she had finally regained enough control to splay her fingers out and arch her back throwing her arms back in a similar manner to how Elisha had jammed the machine by mistake. Andrea considered unlocking Leanne the same was she had Elisha but her ticklers had found that if they abandoned her tummy for a few second and then gave it an all-out assault their victim’s ‘plank-defence’ crumbled and she brought her arms forwards as she curled her abdomen.
Soon both women were exposed to their underarms which were gratefully explored with feathers and fingers alike. Elisha slowly lowered in her cage at a consistent rate whilst Leanne lowered in quick drops that kept pace. That was until both groups of tickler discovered the goldmine that was each victim’s true torture-spot. Almost simultaneously three ticklers began squeezing Leanne’s sides in a pattern that sent her into a frenzy whilst a women in her fifties finally managed to get close enough to Elisha to use two fingers on the sweet-spot just above her hips as she had done at the long stocks that morning.
The Golden-haired beauty thrashed and begged; “No not there!” through peals of laughter as her cage dropped whilst the expert tickler kept pace. Leanne and Elisha had an understanding that this spot was off-limits ever since Leanne straddled her with her arms tied above her head and tickled Elisha into silent laughter and insanity for fifteen minutes as she futilely tried to use her safe-word to no avail. A revenge session was undertaken by Leanne who found the same technique almost as maddening and both agreed never to use this torture unless a pinky-swear had been broken.
Two alarms rang in unison to the complete disregard of the crowd who took advantage of their victim reaching the nadir of their descent to focus full on the now stationary skin. Some ticklers knelt and lay down to continue tickling each victim’s feet whilst others took advantage of the elbow restraints tightening to ‘full-lock’ to truly torment each girl’s sides and tummy. The woman who had broken Elisha was tested on Leanne to a round of applause as her other tormentors to a quick break.
Andrea took this opportunity to declare the results of the cage challenge which she had been trying to do without success for around three minutes;
“Okay so we have full descent in unison at fifteen minutes. I will give you two more minutes before we give these two lovely ladies a short break and the chance to exchange or escape their hour-long forfeit in what we like to call ‘the betrayal challenge’.
The ticklers resumed eager to have one last chance at their favourite tickle spots in case their victims were taken away from them. Both Leanne and Elisha were too hysterical to understand what Andrea had said and the two minutes seemed to stretch on forever. A slim red-haired girl refused to stop tickling Leanne’s soles and after three warnings was seized and led away to the long stocks for punishment. Finally both women were left sighing and moaning their breasts rising and falling as phantom tickles and the silky soft-torture gowns kept them anxious and nervous. After they had caught their breath enough to comprehend her Andrea explained the rules for their chance to escape;
“So this game is sometimes called: ‘Stay or Betray’. It is very simple, in a moment I want both of you to say either: ‘Stay’ or ‘Betray’ at the same time. What you pick will determine what happens to you. If you both pick ‘Stay’ I will let you share the hour long forfeit; half an hour each. However if one of you betrays the other the betrayer will be freed whilst whoever said: ‘Stay’ will remain our tickle-toy for two hours with breaks. Of course, I should mention that if you both pick betray the pair of you will become my personal tickle slaves for the rest of the day…”
Both Leanne and Elisha nervously considered the rules of this terrible game. Normally they would always stick together and would never even consider that their best friend would betray them but the tickle torture had broken them both.
“Okay, ready:… One…two…three!…” Andrea announced to absolute silence and the bewildered and exhausted women looked around nervously.
“Okay let’s try that again and if you give me the silent treatment I shall have to think up a very imaginative punishment for the pair of you…" Andrea chided before repeating: "One… two…three!”
After a split second paused Elisha began to protest, half delirious she began to mouth the word: ‘but’ in an attempt to clarify the rules. Unfortunately Leanne was watching her lips and instantly cried out: "Betray!". As a result of years of friendship Elisha followed her friend’s lead and turned her word into "b-etray..." as well.
“Ohhh! A double betrayal! All the sweeter as you two are real-life friends!” Andrea gleefully announced.
Both women were released from their cages and fitted with a leather collar and manacles, both of them were too tired to resist. Leanne curled her toes in the flip-flops that had been returned to her feet. Elisha almost collapsed and was given a short break to lie down.
“You both did very well!” Andrea said with a reassuring smile as she replaced Leanne’s Green Feather necklace with a similar one with a black tip, indicating her new status as a tickle-slave of an event organiser.
“So I am your slave now?” Leanne asked groggily as she tried to remember the feather chart she had seen when getting tickets online.
“Yes, but I will go easy on you to begin with. I might give you the chance to tickle some other women in the games at my next area, then maybe some foot-worship. After that I’m sorry but I just have to get the pair of you side by side on a rack!
