greenfeather77
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A Tale of Insane Ticklish Terror
By Greenfeather
(This story reflects the author’s fantasy and not a real life situation. Real life involves mutual consent, safety and commonsense. The characters portrayed and the scenario is entirely fictional and written for the fantasy pleasure of adults only)
It is the year 1917, two days before the October revolution which would tear apart Imperial Russia and throw its pampered and elite aristocracy to the mercy of the mob. But to the privileged few the mounting clamour at that moment was very far from their daily lives. The Army would sort out the rabble, the rich would continue to rule the people, and the people would be grateful for the work they provided and the scraps of food that it bought...
Veronika Rastakova stood in front of her mirror and admired her beauty. She was 21 and stood over six feet tall , her long dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She was the only daughter of the Viscount Rastakovich , Ambassador of Kiev and 193rd in line for the Romanov throne. She smiled a cruel smile to herself as her eyes wandered over the reflection of her superb body. She ran her hands over her long black silk dress which concealed her rich soft curves, over her breasts down her flat tummy then pushing her dress in slightly to touch her crotch, then on over her thighs, ...mmm she felt good.
The Ambassadors cocktail party had left her slightly light headed and she felt incredibly horny.
Her salon comprised a self contained apartment within the residence and her boudoir in which she stood was a decadent and sumptuous mixture of hanging silks and beautiful furniture, the centrepiece of which was an enormous four poster bed. Various coloured silk ropes hung down from the ceiling and at side of the bed hung two naked Turkish young men dangling from their wrist cuffs from two of the ceiling ropes their heads hanging down as if sleeping. They were part of the entourage of entertainment staff laid on by the Ambassador for his cruel daughter and were paid well. They had been placed there to be ready to please Veronika during the evening and she now eyed them wickedly. Each had a long white feather attached to their hanging dicks. Veronika had also arranged for these two to be ‘enhanced’ by an Arab doctor based in the city who specialised in this kind of work. Their foreskins were left intact and small hard beads had been sown under the foreskin to provide a more satisfying fuck to Veronica who possessed a larger than average ****. Also tiny hairy little Rose Hip seeds had been sown into the penis under their frenulum area, that little sensitive bit under the head that connects the foreskin to the head. This was hardly noticeable when flaccid but as they became erect the seeds itched like crazy , licking or touching just made it worse and they would thrash about to try anything to rub against in order to scratch an impossible itch making them even more horny and the itch even worse. Finally they had been repeatedly vacuumed to increase the size of their organs and now possessed long fat dicks which grew to near monster proportions when erect. Veronika was indeed a cruel mistress as she knelt down in front of one of the young men and , looking up into his pleading eyes, sucked his limp dick into her mouth. The organ responded and Veronica began to softly tongue the frenulum with the tip of her tongue. The man groaned and the other looked only to see his stupid dick harden in uncontrolled anticipation. The Turk writhed around attempting to satisfy the mounting itching but Veronica only licked and smiled as she let his rock hard dick pop upwards from her mouth. She ran her tongue tip up over his balls and tickled up his shaft then stood up. The boy was already groaning and muttering in his own tongue but she ignored him and amused herself with the other one until he too was writhing from the tickling tongue with an enormous stiffy. She wouldn’t let them come, she stood up and tickled them both briefly by running her cool fingers down their sides making them laugh and get harder still.
But no mere man could satisfy Veronika this night so she had called for her maids and two19 year old blonde Russian girls came bustling into the room and stopped to bow to the Viscomtessa.
“Come here girls..” she said slowly and sinisterly, “I require to be bathed.... and for you to satisfy me this night as I’m feeling particularly HORNY !! ..” she shouted the last phrase and leapt at one of the girls digging her fingers cruelly into the sides of one of the maids causing her to squeal with laughter “ No Maam !! please you know I’m so ticklish....” the girl shrieked and bucked as Veronika dug her tickling fingers into the girls flesh through her apron.
“ Very well...”said Veronika stopping the tickle torment for a moment “you must please me well tonight or else I’ll have you sent to the asylum to be tickled to death by the lunatics who live there, you’ll be in good company, there are at least three of my previous maids there who’ve been driven completely insane since I had them tickled for weeks after failing in their duties to me...”
“yess maam...” giggled the maids.
“Undress me and begin!”
And so the two maids, Ludmilla and Kristina began to undress Veronika as she watched herself in her gold framed full length mirror, a cruel smile on her lips.
She was wearing a tiara with a long curling black feather flowing out and back across her hair. Ludmilla drew up a chair to stand on then unhooked the tiara , the feather fell out and Veronika caught it and began to swirl it menacingly between her fingers, flicking it softly over Kristina’s face as she tried to undo the hooks at the side of the dress. Soon the dress fell to the floor and Veronika stood naked between the two girls, her pert firm breasts glowing a soft marbled white in the flickering light from the fire in the hearth, her soft smooth back glistened like silk, and her bottom was a smooth and rounded as a babies. Her long marble skinned legs tapered gently to two beautiful white feet which had an almost translucent quality, the fine feet bones and structure clearly visible below the skin, her long toes with unpainted but polished nails sinking into the thick red silk carpet.
Between her legs her plump mons veneris was delicately trimmed with soft dark pubic hair veiling her lower lips and the moist warmth of her tingling vagina which was becoming more moist by the minute as the servant girls hands now brushed softly over her flesh.
“Yes I think I would have you both locked in the stocks and get a selection of boys to tickle your feet for a few days...” Veronika mused absent mindedly as she stroked the girls’ dresses as they fussed around her trying to ignore the cruel musings of their mistress. Veronika cocked a sideways glance at the young men trying not to look but squirming and groaning over their itching throbbing erections jerking up and down on their ropes, and with their little feathers still attached.
Katerina ran off to run the bath in the adjoining room whilst Ludmilla continued to stroke her mistress’s body in the way that she knew she liked. Her soft little hands made light strokes across her Mistresses back as Veronika closed her eyes and sank into her pleasure as Ludy continued her stroking. She ran her hand very lightly over Veronikas bottom, applying only the lightest of touches to caress the small invisible downy hairs that covered her skin. Veronika moaned softly with pleasure and she began to writhe and wriggle a little as Ludys other hand ran equally softly over her tummy, so close to tickling, enough to make her smile but not to giggle, she squirmed and smiled, and murmured under her breath. She kept her eyes closed and brought up her arms, putting her hands behind her head and arching her back ever so slightly so that her breast were thrust out further. Ludy began stroking her palms over the soft skin of Veronikas upper arms then down towards her armpits. Veronika giggled as Ludys palms and flattened fingers slowly circled round under her arms. She squealed and jerked her arms down fast..
“ I’m sooo ticklish Ludy darling, you know I love it but I just can’t stop my reflexes,” she laughed as Ludy grinned and carried on as her mistress raised her arms again. Ludys hands stroked her sides just below her armpits and Veronika just managed to keep her hands behind her head, but she squirmed and bent slightly to avoid the tickling fingers. Ludy ran a finger gently under one breast and Veronika collapsed into a fit of laughter. “Oh God it’s torture!!exquisite torture!!” she laughed.
Ludy ran her other hand across her back again then brought up her right hand once again to tickle her mistresses breasts, just dragging her fingertips around Veronikas nipples with the lightest of touches and feeling the nipples harden further as the stuck out, engorged and swollen from the exited and tickled breasts. Veronika again collapsed laughing and squealing “ I’m just too ticklish there .. you’ll have to find somewhere else to play for now..”.
Ludy dropped her hand to Veronikas tummy and tried to circle her navel but by now the Viscomtessa was in a highly ticklish state and just kept collapsing into a laughing and squealing heap every time Ludy touched her anywhere.
Kristina came back into the room from the bathroom, wisps of steam curled their way through the doorway as she walked across the rich silk carpet of Veronikas boudoir. Kristina was naked and although shorter and a little stockier than her mistress she was nevertheless a fine looking girl with a sumptuous woman’s body of soft curves and smooth skin, her hair framed her pretty face and she had a mischievous smile which was attractive to the Viscountess. Like all Slav women from her region she had no body hair, and it was one of the few pleasures of a serving girls life to have the traditional ‘sugaring party’ on Sunday afternoon when all the female relatives of her family would gather in the family bathhouse to share gossip and to help one another depilate by using an old eastern sugaring recipe which removed all pubic and underarm hair relatively painlessly.
She held a ball of sugaring wax in her hands now as she approached the giggling and laughing Veronika who continued to be stroked by a smiling Ludmilla.
Ludy now stripped off her clothes also and both girls led Veronika into the bath chamber. The room was hot and steamy, warmed by an immense enamel boiler in one corner which took care of all the hot water and kept the room beautifully warm for naked women to indulge in their passions.
The bath was a large oblong pool, tiled in white, light green and gold Moroccan tiles and with a sloping edge so that there was a shallow and a progressively deep end. The girls led Veronika to the shallow end and she sank down into the soft warm water, lying on her back, her head pillowed in Ludys thighs, her hair gently tickling the servant girls lower belly as she moved her head slowly from side to side. She parted her legs and Kristina quickly sugared her pussy and asshole to leave her absolutely smooth and hair free. Veronika lazily ran her hand over her pussy and moaned softly as she slowly masturbated by brushing her clit with two fingers. Meanwhile Kristina lifted her arms and Ludy held them back as Kristina began to sugar her armpits to remove the small stubble that had started to grow there. Veronika bucked and screamed as the tickling sensations took over but Ludy held her firmly and she was quickly depilated under her arms. Kristina gently rinsed her underarms with water and then took some soap and began washing her armpits and sides. Once again, Veronika thrashed about in the water as she shrieked and laughed as the girls slippery soapy fingers wriggled and tickled under her arms as she was being washed. Then, with Ludy still holding her mistresses arms tight Kristina continues to soap down her sides taking special pleasure in making it as ticklish as possible. Veronika was gasping and thrashing about screaming something about not being able to stand it, however the girls managed to wash her upper body before releasing her. She continued laughing as the girls began washing her between her legs and Veronika writhed and wriggled some more as the soapy fingers continued to tickle her legs and knees. Then on to her feet. Ludy and Kristina knew from past experience that she would have to be held firmly or they would never finish her bath. So Ludy sat on the laughing and screaming Viscomtessa , sitting on her tummy whilst facing forward and pinning her knees with her hands, putting as much of her weight as possible onto her mistresses legs to hold them steady as Kristina touched her feet. Veronika bucked and writhed and gasped as Kristina ran her soapy slippery fingers over her mistress’s enormously ticklish feet. She slipped between her toes to shrieks of laughter and scrubbed her soles till the Viscountess was crying with laughter, until her work was done. Then the girls pulled Veronika into the pool and rinsed her off still shaking and wriggling from the girl’s cunning and soft feminine fingers .
Her hair was washed and then the three women got out of the pool and dried the Viscountess first before drying themselves, then they led their mistress back to the bedroom and laid her on her bed.
“Maam ...” said Ludy as politely as possible “ you know we must fasten you down don’t you ?”
“Yes, yes Oh God...” muttered the Viscountess and with that the two servant girls lashed her ankles to the two upright posts spreading her legs wide apart, and then fastened her wrists to the back two posts so that she was spread-eagled and totally vulnerable to the tickling fingers of the two maids.
She began laughing before they had even started. Ludy had recovered the black feather from her Mistresses headgear and was now stroking it up and down over her Ladyships ****. Meanwhile Kristina sat wide legged over her mistresses head with her fingers poised over her Ladyships armpits, and her own smooth **** widespread and being lightly tickled by Veronikas hair. Kristina wriggled her fingertips across Veronikas smooth white armpits and Veronika began laughing hysterically. The whole room echoed to her screams, as Ludy softly kissed her hot pussy lips and nibbled with her lips on her mistress’s clit hood.
The hanging boys ground their aching pricks trying to fuck the air, to get any relief from their itching dicks but there was nothing to help them scratch and Ludy and Kristina were not allowed to touch them or help them though they could pose in front of them and taunt them if Veronika allowed.
Veronika must have orgasmed seven or eight times during the evening as her experienced tickling girls performed all of her favourite sex acts on her until she could orgasm no more and she drifted off into a restful sleep in the arms of her beautiful tickle maids.
The following morning the imperial guards surrounding the Ambassadors residence fled in fear as an ugly mob descended on the house. The revolution had begun and even as Veronika awoke , still tied to the bed, she heard the gunshots which killed her family downstairs. The doors to her room burst open and for a moment the Bolsheviks stopped to take in the scene.
Then a strong woman pushed through the men who now formed the revolutionary army. She was stern of face and unsmiling. She barked out an order “ take them to the peoples court with the other females and let the great revolutionary council decide their fate”
Veronika, Ludy and Kristina were dragged by their hair, naked and dazed into the courtyard of the house which was being ransacked. The young Turks were shot where they hung. The women were bound by their wrists and thrown onto a cart which was led away into Kiev town. The revolution had swept through the town and any of the bourgeoisie or aristocracy that had not fled was being systematically tried in one of the many revolutionary courts that now began to take control of the cities.
The stern face woman was there and she whispered something to the Comrade who was acting as judge and jury.
He spoke. “...these women are enemies of the people and have been caught engaged in decadent and indecent behaviour, they are sentenced to life imprisonment in the State Asylum in Siberia where they will be punished for their crimes until they confess their sins or die.”
The crowd inside the court cheered as the sentence was passed and then the three women were thrown rough clothes to put on and were dragged away screaming to be thrown onto a cattle truck amidst the many other decadents who would spend what was left of their lives in a Soviet Asylum for the Insane.
The train pulled away from Kiev and headed towards the cold Steppes of the Siberian plains and the State Asylum.
The Siberian State Asylum was a huge stone prison built by the Imperial Russians to get rid of awkward members of the royal family and aristocracy generally, who were either genuinely mad through the inbreeding that was common amongst the elite, or who were caught spying or other treasonable offences. A good proportion of the inmates were females, either servants or maids who knew too much or who had been caught spying for the Bolsheviks or who were an embarrassment to the royals who had fucked them too many times and got bored but could not bring themselves to have them murdered. Originally it had been intended to function as a proper medical facility but it soon became clear that it was just a prison with no rules other than to keep the inmates from leaving. It was one of the first institutions to be taken over by the revolution and the inmates mad or otherwise saw their roles reverse as they took over the asylum and took charge of their new prisoners.
Veronika awoke from her nightmare journey alone and cold in a small cell somewhere below the main asylum. She awoke to the pitiful screaming of a woman’s hysterical laughter coming from somewhere in the vicinity. She held her hands over her ears but could not blot out the sound. The woman was clearly being tickle tortured because Veronika could hear her screaming “Please no more oh please stop I can’t,...NOoooooo AhhhhAaaahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...no more ticklinghhhhahahahahahhahahahahahahaahhaha.”
She heard her cell door open and a woman stepped in , she recognised her immediately,
It was Anna, one of her previous maids who she had sent to the Asylum a year previously after she had got bored with her and taken on her two new tickling maids.
“Oh Anna you’ve got to help me.. we must escape this place.”
But Anna just looked at her , a stupid smile sneaking across her face, and she dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Then she spoke “ tickle Tickle, that’s what we’ll do to you..oh yes...tickle tickle that’s what you said when you sent me here, and that’s what I got ...tickle tickle..all year..oh yes...men, women all tickle tickle tickle poor Anna...soo ticklish Anna.. but you don’t care... but you will now...me and....Natalya...ticklish Natalya...they tickled her to death you know...tickle tickle...the goats they licked her feet ..oh yes....I can still hear her screaming now...tickle tickle...no get them off me noooo...tickle tickle that’s all they did....have you ever had goats licking brine off your soles...no?...well we’ll try that ...yes they’ll know how to tickle tickle the Mistress.. the cruel Mistress who tickled poor Anna then sent her here..and poor Natalya who died laughing.. the goats see they got their bristly tongues between the toes...’you ever had that done to you?...well Anna will show you...yes tickle tickle”
Veronika recoiled in horror as she looked into the blank eyes of her former maid. Two big men pushed passed Anna, they were laughing and joking “Come now my ticklish Ladyship, time to have our fun, we just love torturing proper Ladies, oh yes, soft skinned Ladies, and we know how to get you to scream,,oh yes we’ll have you begging for mercy, we’ll make you confess to all your crimes, and you’ll be laughing all the time, oh yes we’ll make that little royal pussy so itchy you won’t know where to scratch it !!” they laughed and Veronika screamed as they pulled her upright and ripped apart her sackcloth clothes revealing her still glamorous body, her naked white breasts bouncing as they dragged her out of the cell and into a larger room.
The first sight she noticed was another woman who she recognised as the Countess of Petersburg, a distant relative, a young woman in her twenties, blond and beautiful, desired by all the young men of St. Petersburg, now here bound to a tickling table and laughing and screaming hysterically as two men sat over her tickling her armpits and stomach. She was covered in sweat and her hair was wet and plastered to her face. Tears of laughter streamed down her face and she was wet between her legs as she peed herself laughing as the ticklers wriggled their fingers across her smooth sweating armpits and across her tummy.
Veronika was thrown onto a similar restraining table built of solid oak. Her arms were dragged over her head and her wrists secured at the top of the table by thick leather straps. Her elbows were also secured down to the table by a broad leather strap which was buckled tightly, then another was fastened over her middle and across her knees. Finally her ankles were placed on a soft leather upholstered bar at the bottom of the table and another similar bar was brought down over the tops of her ankles securing her very tightly to the table but leaving her bare feet poking out at the end.
One man took position at the end above her head, and the other stood over her looking into her face and smiling.
“Now my dear.... tell us your name and where you come from and what crimes you have committed”..He said with a soft voice and a cruel smile..
“I’m her Royal Highness Veronika Rastakova, Viscomtessa of Kiev, and I have committed no crimes.. and how dare you treat me this way I demand to be released this instant and I will show mercy to you..” she shouted at the two men. They roared with laughter.
“Well your ladyship that’s very good of you but I still want to know your crimes..you must confess or we will have to treat your delusional symptoms with our special ‘cure’. Shall we show her what we do here Alexovitch? he said looking up at the other. They both smiled and suddenly the man above her head began stroking her soft exposed armpits.
“No..haha..noooo” cried the Viscountess as she began to laugh “No please hahahaha I can’t bear it please don’t tick..haaaaaaa” as the man dug his fingers into her flesh and wriggled them across her armpit flesh she exploded into tortured laughter.
As she screamed and gasped the other man began to run his fingers down her exposed flanks, and she tried to writhe away from the tickle torturing fingers but she was weak from the tickling and could only shriek and gasp as she fought for air in between the laughter and the screams.
She began to sweat but the men continued just tickling her armpits and sides and this torture went on for the whole day. Occasionally Anna would come over to watch but she never touched her, she just watched the men tickling the thrashing cackling woman who was no longer her mistress but just another prisoner in the Asylum, another patient of the tickling cure. And all the time the men just kept asking her to confess her crimes, but she couldn’t speak.
That night Anna led her Mistress back to her cell where she was secured by her feet to the bed. She gave her water from a bucket and fed her some bread then she left and returned the following morning with the two men.
Once again she was strapped down to the table and this time she had her breasts feathered all day. Anna remembered how her mistress couldn’t stand having her breasts tickled so that’s what they did to her all day. They tickled her breasts with fingers and feathers, they ran around and over her breasts whilst Veronika screamed and thrashed and begged them to stop. She confessed to everything. She had tortured her servants and she was sorry, she hadn’t paid her maids properly, she was guilty of decadence, and she had sinned with all the male servants. She had sent her maids to the asylum wrongly and she would do anything if they would just stop tickling her breasts, but they didn’t they just kept going.
In the evening she was taken to a shower room and hosed down to clean her of the sweat which ran down her body in rivers. Then she was taken back to her cell and her feet were fastened to the bed once more. Anna came and sat beside her and told her how she had been tickle tortured every day by the guards. How they tickled her, how she begged, but they just kept going, how the insane ones would suck her toes and tickle her soles while she screamed with laughter and how she would listen to the other women being tickled in the prison.
The next day she was taken by the guards to watch another Countess being tickled into hysteria.
She was taken to a dimly lit room where she was fastened to a chair. The woman was stripped naked. She had a large athletic physique and in the middle of the room in a small pool of light coming from a shaft in the roof of the cell the woman was hung by her wrists, her feet secured apart by being tied to rings set in the floor. Then Anna, her maid, entered the room and began teasing the naked woman who was intensely ticklish. Anna ran her fingers over the woman’s body making her giggle and laugh and squirm , then slowly increasing the intensity of the tickling until she was cackling and screaming , and pee was running down her legs every few minutes. Then Anna would dry her off and let her slump in her bonds for a few minutes before recommencing the torture , often kissing her softly on the lips whilst running her fingers up and down the woman’s sides whilst she shrieked and laughed at the tickling torture but also moaned at the sensuous eroticism as Anna kissed her then fondled her pussy bringing her close to orgasm before tickling her furiously again.
The woman’s body glistened with sweat and she laughed and laughed as Anna tickled her sides from behind and her muscles stretched and tightened with every ticklish caress. Anna finally let her come in one enormous tickling orgasm as she dragged a stiff feather over her pussy lips repeatedly whilst kissing her breasts and tummy, dragging her soft wet lips over the intensely ticklish flesh until the woman came in a hysterical spasm. She continued her torturous caress as the woman’s body shuddered from aftershock after aftershock until she passed out.
Anna brought her round gently then had the two men who had been attending Veronika untie the woman’s feet from the rings in the floor and retie them to hooks in the ceiling, exposing her naked pussy and anus. She then spent the evening talking to Veronika once more about her torture whilst the woman hung from the ceiling jerking and screaming in her bonds as Anna tickled her anus and perineum with the feather casually recounting her own torments.
Veronika could only sit and listen as the guards had fastened a huge ball gag into her mouth and all she could do was groan and dribble.
As the days and weeks went on she was subjected to a continuous daily dose of tickling torture. She had been tickled under her arms, her breasts her sides and her tummy, she had been feathered between her legs , her inner thighs and her knees. And of course finally they tickled her feet. And she was insanely ticklish on her feet. She had at one point nearly burst out of her bonds such was the force created to try and escape the tickling fingers which ran over her soles. But she could not escape and now they had tied her toes back to the bar so her soles were stretched taut whilst the men ran their fingernails over her soles and she screamed as she had never screamed before. Then Anna would spend a day licking her soles like a dog. she would run some honey over her bound, stocked feet then lick it off like an animal while Veronika screamed and laughed at the unbearable tickle torture of licked soles. But Anna just smiled and dribbled insanely and continued to inflict her torture on the sensitive flesh, whilst babbling on about poor Anna or her friend poor Natalya whilst Veronika begged and screamed for her to stop tickling her. But she didn’t.
By the end of March, six months after her capture and having been tickle tortured almost continuously the revolutionary council finally caught up with their paperwork. She had confessed her crimes and she would be sent to the labour camp where she would spend the rest of her life down the salt mines.
Unfortunately, Veronika was now just a babbling wreck and was found incapable of work so she was committed to the lunatic asylum where she was allowed to torture the new prisoners. She would sit next to the naked screaming prisoners babbling on about how she was a Viscountess and how she had lived whilst gently stroking and tickling them until they could take no more, then she would sit and suck and lick their feet like an animal for days on end listening to their begging and pleading.
It is now 1991, the Berlin wall has fallen and a new Russia has now begun after the years of the Soviet regime and the Asylums have been opened . Somewhere in Kiev a small shrunken woman dressed in rags, here body bent almost double shuffles painfully along the road heading towards the outskirts of the city along a broad leafy avenue that was once a grand part of the city but has fallen into dereliction and disrepair. She walks towards an old house, surrounded by overgrown plants and choked by weeds. Plaster crumbles from the walls and the wind and rain whistle through the broken windows. Inside the house is dark and mouldy inhabited by rats and the occasional pigeon. She slowly climbs the stairs, once white marble but now covered in dark green mould and slime. She carefully picks her way across the rotting floorboards on the first floor at disappears into a room off the main landing. The room is gutted but the floor is still sound and she looks around gazing at the fallen plaster and the bare brick that was once so beautifully painted, she shuffles into a side room and sits down at the edge of a hole in the floor wiping mould from the few chipped green and gold tiles left clinging to the rotting structure. She lies down and smiles as a tear falls unnoticed from her eyes, she closes her eyes and a small sigh escapes her fragile lips as she slips down to the floor her sigh drifts out from the broken window and she lies still and cold , her face frozen in a soft final smile.
Greenfeather
By Greenfeather
(This story reflects the author’s fantasy and not a real life situation. Real life involves mutual consent, safety and commonsense. The characters portrayed and the scenario is entirely fictional and written for the fantasy pleasure of adults only)
It is the year 1917, two days before the October revolution which would tear apart Imperial Russia and throw its pampered and elite aristocracy to the mercy of the mob. But to the privileged few the mounting clamour at that moment was very far from their daily lives. The Army would sort out the rabble, the rich would continue to rule the people, and the people would be grateful for the work they provided and the scraps of food that it bought...
Veronika Rastakova stood in front of her mirror and admired her beauty. She was 21 and stood over six feet tall , her long dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She was the only daughter of the Viscount Rastakovich , Ambassador of Kiev and 193rd in line for the Romanov throne. She smiled a cruel smile to herself as her eyes wandered over the reflection of her superb body. She ran her hands over her long black silk dress which concealed her rich soft curves, over her breasts down her flat tummy then pushing her dress in slightly to touch her crotch, then on over her thighs, ...mmm she felt good.
The Ambassadors cocktail party had left her slightly light headed and she felt incredibly horny.
Her salon comprised a self contained apartment within the residence and her boudoir in which she stood was a decadent and sumptuous mixture of hanging silks and beautiful furniture, the centrepiece of which was an enormous four poster bed. Various coloured silk ropes hung down from the ceiling and at side of the bed hung two naked Turkish young men dangling from their wrist cuffs from two of the ceiling ropes their heads hanging down as if sleeping. They were part of the entourage of entertainment staff laid on by the Ambassador for his cruel daughter and were paid well. They had been placed there to be ready to please Veronika during the evening and she now eyed them wickedly. Each had a long white feather attached to their hanging dicks. Veronika had also arranged for these two to be ‘enhanced’ by an Arab doctor based in the city who specialised in this kind of work. Their foreskins were left intact and small hard beads had been sown under the foreskin to provide a more satisfying fuck to Veronica who possessed a larger than average ****. Also tiny hairy little Rose Hip seeds had been sown into the penis under their frenulum area, that little sensitive bit under the head that connects the foreskin to the head. This was hardly noticeable when flaccid but as they became erect the seeds itched like crazy , licking or touching just made it worse and they would thrash about to try anything to rub against in order to scratch an impossible itch making them even more horny and the itch even worse. Finally they had been repeatedly vacuumed to increase the size of their organs and now possessed long fat dicks which grew to near monster proportions when erect. Veronika was indeed a cruel mistress as she knelt down in front of one of the young men and , looking up into his pleading eyes, sucked his limp dick into her mouth. The organ responded and Veronica began to softly tongue the frenulum with the tip of her tongue. The man groaned and the other looked only to see his stupid dick harden in uncontrolled anticipation. The Turk writhed around attempting to satisfy the mounting itching but Veronica only licked and smiled as she let his rock hard dick pop upwards from her mouth. She ran her tongue tip up over his balls and tickled up his shaft then stood up. The boy was already groaning and muttering in his own tongue but she ignored him and amused herself with the other one until he too was writhing from the tickling tongue with an enormous stiffy. She wouldn’t let them come, she stood up and tickled them both briefly by running her cool fingers down their sides making them laugh and get harder still.
But no mere man could satisfy Veronika this night so she had called for her maids and two19 year old blonde Russian girls came bustling into the room and stopped to bow to the Viscomtessa.
“Come here girls..” she said slowly and sinisterly, “I require to be bathed.... and for you to satisfy me this night as I’m feeling particularly HORNY !! ..” she shouted the last phrase and leapt at one of the girls digging her fingers cruelly into the sides of one of the maids causing her to squeal with laughter “ No Maam !! please you know I’m so ticklish....” the girl shrieked and bucked as Veronika dug her tickling fingers into the girls flesh through her apron.
“ Very well...”said Veronika stopping the tickle torment for a moment “you must please me well tonight or else I’ll have you sent to the asylum to be tickled to death by the lunatics who live there, you’ll be in good company, there are at least three of my previous maids there who’ve been driven completely insane since I had them tickled for weeks after failing in their duties to me...”
“yess maam...” giggled the maids.
“Undress me and begin!”
And so the two maids, Ludmilla and Kristina began to undress Veronika as she watched herself in her gold framed full length mirror, a cruel smile on her lips.
She was wearing a tiara with a long curling black feather flowing out and back across her hair. Ludmilla drew up a chair to stand on then unhooked the tiara , the feather fell out and Veronika caught it and began to swirl it menacingly between her fingers, flicking it softly over Kristina’s face as she tried to undo the hooks at the side of the dress. Soon the dress fell to the floor and Veronika stood naked between the two girls, her pert firm breasts glowing a soft marbled white in the flickering light from the fire in the hearth, her soft smooth back glistened like silk, and her bottom was a smooth and rounded as a babies. Her long marble skinned legs tapered gently to two beautiful white feet which had an almost translucent quality, the fine feet bones and structure clearly visible below the skin, her long toes with unpainted but polished nails sinking into the thick red silk carpet.
Between her legs her plump mons veneris was delicately trimmed with soft dark pubic hair veiling her lower lips and the moist warmth of her tingling vagina which was becoming more moist by the minute as the servant girls hands now brushed softly over her flesh.
“Yes I think I would have you both locked in the stocks and get a selection of boys to tickle your feet for a few days...” Veronika mused absent mindedly as she stroked the girls’ dresses as they fussed around her trying to ignore the cruel musings of their mistress. Veronika cocked a sideways glance at the young men trying not to look but squirming and groaning over their itching throbbing erections jerking up and down on their ropes, and with their little feathers still attached.
Katerina ran off to run the bath in the adjoining room whilst Ludmilla continued to stroke her mistress’s body in the way that she knew she liked. Her soft little hands made light strokes across her Mistresses back as Veronika closed her eyes and sank into her pleasure as Ludy continued her stroking. She ran her hand very lightly over Veronikas bottom, applying only the lightest of touches to caress the small invisible downy hairs that covered her skin. Veronika moaned softly with pleasure and she began to writhe and wriggle a little as Ludys other hand ran equally softly over her tummy, so close to tickling, enough to make her smile but not to giggle, she squirmed and smiled, and murmured under her breath. She kept her eyes closed and brought up her arms, putting her hands behind her head and arching her back ever so slightly so that her breast were thrust out further. Ludy began stroking her palms over the soft skin of Veronikas upper arms then down towards her armpits. Veronika giggled as Ludys palms and flattened fingers slowly circled round under her arms. She squealed and jerked her arms down fast..
“ I’m sooo ticklish Ludy darling, you know I love it but I just can’t stop my reflexes,” she laughed as Ludy grinned and carried on as her mistress raised her arms again. Ludys hands stroked her sides just below her armpits and Veronika just managed to keep her hands behind her head, but she squirmed and bent slightly to avoid the tickling fingers. Ludy ran a finger gently under one breast and Veronika collapsed into a fit of laughter. “Oh God it’s torture!!exquisite torture!!” she laughed.
Ludy ran her other hand across her back again then brought up her right hand once again to tickle her mistresses breasts, just dragging her fingertips around Veronikas nipples with the lightest of touches and feeling the nipples harden further as the stuck out, engorged and swollen from the exited and tickled breasts. Veronika again collapsed laughing and squealing “ I’m just too ticklish there .. you’ll have to find somewhere else to play for now..”.
Ludy dropped her hand to Veronikas tummy and tried to circle her navel but by now the Viscomtessa was in a highly ticklish state and just kept collapsing into a laughing and squealing heap every time Ludy touched her anywhere.
Kristina came back into the room from the bathroom, wisps of steam curled their way through the doorway as she walked across the rich silk carpet of Veronikas boudoir. Kristina was naked and although shorter and a little stockier than her mistress she was nevertheless a fine looking girl with a sumptuous woman’s body of soft curves and smooth skin, her hair framed her pretty face and she had a mischievous smile which was attractive to the Viscountess. Like all Slav women from her region she had no body hair, and it was one of the few pleasures of a serving girls life to have the traditional ‘sugaring party’ on Sunday afternoon when all the female relatives of her family would gather in the family bathhouse to share gossip and to help one another depilate by using an old eastern sugaring recipe which removed all pubic and underarm hair relatively painlessly.
She held a ball of sugaring wax in her hands now as she approached the giggling and laughing Veronika who continued to be stroked by a smiling Ludmilla.
Ludy now stripped off her clothes also and both girls led Veronika into the bath chamber. The room was hot and steamy, warmed by an immense enamel boiler in one corner which took care of all the hot water and kept the room beautifully warm for naked women to indulge in their passions.
The bath was a large oblong pool, tiled in white, light green and gold Moroccan tiles and with a sloping edge so that there was a shallow and a progressively deep end. The girls led Veronika to the shallow end and she sank down into the soft warm water, lying on her back, her head pillowed in Ludys thighs, her hair gently tickling the servant girls lower belly as she moved her head slowly from side to side. She parted her legs and Kristina quickly sugared her pussy and asshole to leave her absolutely smooth and hair free. Veronika lazily ran her hand over her pussy and moaned softly as she slowly masturbated by brushing her clit with two fingers. Meanwhile Kristina lifted her arms and Ludy held them back as Kristina began to sugar her armpits to remove the small stubble that had started to grow there. Veronika bucked and screamed as the tickling sensations took over but Ludy held her firmly and she was quickly depilated under her arms. Kristina gently rinsed her underarms with water and then took some soap and began washing her armpits and sides. Once again, Veronika thrashed about in the water as she shrieked and laughed as the girls slippery soapy fingers wriggled and tickled under her arms as she was being washed. Then, with Ludy still holding her mistresses arms tight Kristina continues to soap down her sides taking special pleasure in making it as ticklish as possible. Veronika was gasping and thrashing about screaming something about not being able to stand it, however the girls managed to wash her upper body before releasing her. She continued laughing as the girls began washing her between her legs and Veronika writhed and wriggled some more as the soapy fingers continued to tickle her legs and knees. Then on to her feet. Ludy and Kristina knew from past experience that she would have to be held firmly or they would never finish her bath. So Ludy sat on the laughing and screaming Viscomtessa , sitting on her tummy whilst facing forward and pinning her knees with her hands, putting as much of her weight as possible onto her mistresses legs to hold them steady as Kristina touched her feet. Veronika bucked and writhed and gasped as Kristina ran her soapy slippery fingers over her mistress’s enormously ticklish feet. She slipped between her toes to shrieks of laughter and scrubbed her soles till the Viscountess was crying with laughter, until her work was done. Then the girls pulled Veronika into the pool and rinsed her off still shaking and wriggling from the girl’s cunning and soft feminine fingers .
Her hair was washed and then the three women got out of the pool and dried the Viscountess first before drying themselves, then they led their mistress back to the bedroom and laid her on her bed.
“Maam ...” said Ludy as politely as possible “ you know we must fasten you down don’t you ?”
“Yes, yes Oh God...” muttered the Viscountess and with that the two servant girls lashed her ankles to the two upright posts spreading her legs wide apart, and then fastened her wrists to the back two posts so that she was spread-eagled and totally vulnerable to the tickling fingers of the two maids.
She began laughing before they had even started. Ludy had recovered the black feather from her Mistresses headgear and was now stroking it up and down over her Ladyships ****. Meanwhile Kristina sat wide legged over her mistresses head with her fingers poised over her Ladyships armpits, and her own smooth **** widespread and being lightly tickled by Veronikas hair. Kristina wriggled her fingertips across Veronikas smooth white armpits and Veronika began laughing hysterically. The whole room echoed to her screams, as Ludy softly kissed her hot pussy lips and nibbled with her lips on her mistress’s clit hood.
The hanging boys ground their aching pricks trying to fuck the air, to get any relief from their itching dicks but there was nothing to help them scratch and Ludy and Kristina were not allowed to touch them or help them though they could pose in front of them and taunt them if Veronika allowed.
Veronika must have orgasmed seven or eight times during the evening as her experienced tickling girls performed all of her favourite sex acts on her until she could orgasm no more and she drifted off into a restful sleep in the arms of her beautiful tickle maids.
The following morning the imperial guards surrounding the Ambassadors residence fled in fear as an ugly mob descended on the house. The revolution had begun and even as Veronika awoke , still tied to the bed, she heard the gunshots which killed her family downstairs. The doors to her room burst open and for a moment the Bolsheviks stopped to take in the scene.
Then a strong woman pushed through the men who now formed the revolutionary army. She was stern of face and unsmiling. She barked out an order “ take them to the peoples court with the other females and let the great revolutionary council decide their fate”
Veronika, Ludy and Kristina were dragged by their hair, naked and dazed into the courtyard of the house which was being ransacked. The young Turks were shot where they hung. The women were bound by their wrists and thrown onto a cart which was led away into Kiev town. The revolution had swept through the town and any of the bourgeoisie or aristocracy that had not fled was being systematically tried in one of the many revolutionary courts that now began to take control of the cities.
The stern face woman was there and she whispered something to the Comrade who was acting as judge and jury.
He spoke. “...these women are enemies of the people and have been caught engaged in decadent and indecent behaviour, they are sentenced to life imprisonment in the State Asylum in Siberia where they will be punished for their crimes until they confess their sins or die.”
The crowd inside the court cheered as the sentence was passed and then the three women were thrown rough clothes to put on and were dragged away screaming to be thrown onto a cattle truck amidst the many other decadents who would spend what was left of their lives in a Soviet Asylum for the Insane.
The train pulled away from Kiev and headed towards the cold Steppes of the Siberian plains and the State Asylum.
The Siberian State Asylum was a huge stone prison built by the Imperial Russians to get rid of awkward members of the royal family and aristocracy generally, who were either genuinely mad through the inbreeding that was common amongst the elite, or who were caught spying or other treasonable offences. A good proportion of the inmates were females, either servants or maids who knew too much or who had been caught spying for the Bolsheviks or who were an embarrassment to the royals who had fucked them too many times and got bored but could not bring themselves to have them murdered. Originally it had been intended to function as a proper medical facility but it soon became clear that it was just a prison with no rules other than to keep the inmates from leaving. It was one of the first institutions to be taken over by the revolution and the inmates mad or otherwise saw their roles reverse as they took over the asylum and took charge of their new prisoners.
Veronika awoke from her nightmare journey alone and cold in a small cell somewhere below the main asylum. She awoke to the pitiful screaming of a woman’s hysterical laughter coming from somewhere in the vicinity. She held her hands over her ears but could not blot out the sound. The woman was clearly being tickle tortured because Veronika could hear her screaming “Please no more oh please stop I can’t,...NOoooooo AhhhhAaaahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...no more ticklinghhhhahahahahahhahahahahahahaahhaha.”
She heard her cell door open and a woman stepped in , she recognised her immediately,
It was Anna, one of her previous maids who she had sent to the Asylum a year previously after she had got bored with her and taken on her two new tickling maids.
“Oh Anna you’ve got to help me.. we must escape this place.”
But Anna just looked at her , a stupid smile sneaking across her face, and she dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Then she spoke “ tickle Tickle, that’s what we’ll do to you..oh yes...tickle tickle that’s what you said when you sent me here, and that’s what I got ...tickle tickle..all year..oh yes...men, women all tickle tickle tickle poor Anna...soo ticklish Anna.. but you don’t care... but you will now...me and....Natalya...ticklish Natalya...they tickled her to death you know...tickle tickle...the goats they licked her feet ..oh yes....I can still hear her screaming now...tickle tickle...no get them off me noooo...tickle tickle that’s all they did....have you ever had goats licking brine off your soles...no?...well we’ll try that ...yes they’ll know how to tickle tickle the Mistress.. the cruel Mistress who tickled poor Anna then sent her here..and poor Natalya who died laughing.. the goats see they got their bristly tongues between the toes...’you ever had that done to you?...well Anna will show you...yes tickle tickle”
Veronika recoiled in horror as she looked into the blank eyes of her former maid. Two big men pushed passed Anna, they were laughing and joking “Come now my ticklish Ladyship, time to have our fun, we just love torturing proper Ladies, oh yes, soft skinned Ladies, and we know how to get you to scream,,oh yes we’ll have you begging for mercy, we’ll make you confess to all your crimes, and you’ll be laughing all the time, oh yes we’ll make that little royal pussy so itchy you won’t know where to scratch it !!” they laughed and Veronika screamed as they pulled her upright and ripped apart her sackcloth clothes revealing her still glamorous body, her naked white breasts bouncing as they dragged her out of the cell and into a larger room.
The first sight she noticed was another woman who she recognised as the Countess of Petersburg, a distant relative, a young woman in her twenties, blond and beautiful, desired by all the young men of St. Petersburg, now here bound to a tickling table and laughing and screaming hysterically as two men sat over her tickling her armpits and stomach. She was covered in sweat and her hair was wet and plastered to her face. Tears of laughter streamed down her face and she was wet between her legs as she peed herself laughing as the ticklers wriggled their fingers across her smooth sweating armpits and across her tummy.
Veronika was thrown onto a similar restraining table built of solid oak. Her arms were dragged over her head and her wrists secured at the top of the table by thick leather straps. Her elbows were also secured down to the table by a broad leather strap which was buckled tightly, then another was fastened over her middle and across her knees. Finally her ankles were placed on a soft leather upholstered bar at the bottom of the table and another similar bar was brought down over the tops of her ankles securing her very tightly to the table but leaving her bare feet poking out at the end.
One man took position at the end above her head, and the other stood over her looking into her face and smiling.
“Now my dear.... tell us your name and where you come from and what crimes you have committed”..He said with a soft voice and a cruel smile..
“I’m her Royal Highness Veronika Rastakova, Viscomtessa of Kiev, and I have committed no crimes.. and how dare you treat me this way I demand to be released this instant and I will show mercy to you..” she shouted at the two men. They roared with laughter.
“Well your ladyship that’s very good of you but I still want to know your crimes..you must confess or we will have to treat your delusional symptoms with our special ‘cure’. Shall we show her what we do here Alexovitch? he said looking up at the other. They both smiled and suddenly the man above her head began stroking her soft exposed armpits.
“No..haha..noooo” cried the Viscountess as she began to laugh “No please hahahaha I can’t bear it please don’t tick..haaaaaaa” as the man dug his fingers into her flesh and wriggled them across her armpit flesh she exploded into tortured laughter.
As she screamed and gasped the other man began to run his fingers down her exposed flanks, and she tried to writhe away from the tickle torturing fingers but she was weak from the tickling and could only shriek and gasp as she fought for air in between the laughter and the screams.
She began to sweat but the men continued just tickling her armpits and sides and this torture went on for the whole day. Occasionally Anna would come over to watch but she never touched her, she just watched the men tickling the thrashing cackling woman who was no longer her mistress but just another prisoner in the Asylum, another patient of the tickling cure. And all the time the men just kept asking her to confess her crimes, but she couldn’t speak.
That night Anna led her Mistress back to her cell where she was secured by her feet to the bed. She gave her water from a bucket and fed her some bread then she left and returned the following morning with the two men.
Once again she was strapped down to the table and this time she had her breasts feathered all day. Anna remembered how her mistress couldn’t stand having her breasts tickled so that’s what they did to her all day. They tickled her breasts with fingers and feathers, they ran around and over her breasts whilst Veronika screamed and thrashed and begged them to stop. She confessed to everything. She had tortured her servants and she was sorry, she hadn’t paid her maids properly, she was guilty of decadence, and she had sinned with all the male servants. She had sent her maids to the asylum wrongly and she would do anything if they would just stop tickling her breasts, but they didn’t they just kept going.
In the evening she was taken to a shower room and hosed down to clean her of the sweat which ran down her body in rivers. Then she was taken back to her cell and her feet were fastened to the bed once more. Anna came and sat beside her and told her how she had been tickle tortured every day by the guards. How they tickled her, how she begged, but they just kept going, how the insane ones would suck her toes and tickle her soles while she screamed with laughter and how she would listen to the other women being tickled in the prison.
The next day she was taken by the guards to watch another Countess being tickled into hysteria.
She was taken to a dimly lit room where she was fastened to a chair. The woman was stripped naked. She had a large athletic physique and in the middle of the room in a small pool of light coming from a shaft in the roof of the cell the woman was hung by her wrists, her feet secured apart by being tied to rings set in the floor. Then Anna, her maid, entered the room and began teasing the naked woman who was intensely ticklish. Anna ran her fingers over the woman’s body making her giggle and laugh and squirm , then slowly increasing the intensity of the tickling until she was cackling and screaming , and pee was running down her legs every few minutes. Then Anna would dry her off and let her slump in her bonds for a few minutes before recommencing the torture , often kissing her softly on the lips whilst running her fingers up and down the woman’s sides whilst she shrieked and laughed at the tickling torture but also moaned at the sensuous eroticism as Anna kissed her then fondled her pussy bringing her close to orgasm before tickling her furiously again.
The woman’s body glistened with sweat and she laughed and laughed as Anna tickled her sides from behind and her muscles stretched and tightened with every ticklish caress. Anna finally let her come in one enormous tickling orgasm as she dragged a stiff feather over her pussy lips repeatedly whilst kissing her breasts and tummy, dragging her soft wet lips over the intensely ticklish flesh until the woman came in a hysterical spasm. She continued her torturous caress as the woman’s body shuddered from aftershock after aftershock until she passed out.
Anna brought her round gently then had the two men who had been attending Veronika untie the woman’s feet from the rings in the floor and retie them to hooks in the ceiling, exposing her naked pussy and anus. She then spent the evening talking to Veronika once more about her torture whilst the woman hung from the ceiling jerking and screaming in her bonds as Anna tickled her anus and perineum with the feather casually recounting her own torments.
Veronika could only sit and listen as the guards had fastened a huge ball gag into her mouth and all she could do was groan and dribble.
As the days and weeks went on she was subjected to a continuous daily dose of tickling torture. She had been tickled under her arms, her breasts her sides and her tummy, she had been feathered between her legs , her inner thighs and her knees. And of course finally they tickled her feet. And she was insanely ticklish on her feet. She had at one point nearly burst out of her bonds such was the force created to try and escape the tickling fingers which ran over her soles. But she could not escape and now they had tied her toes back to the bar so her soles were stretched taut whilst the men ran their fingernails over her soles and she screamed as she had never screamed before. Then Anna would spend a day licking her soles like a dog. she would run some honey over her bound, stocked feet then lick it off like an animal while Veronika screamed and laughed at the unbearable tickle torture of licked soles. But Anna just smiled and dribbled insanely and continued to inflict her torture on the sensitive flesh, whilst babbling on about poor Anna or her friend poor Natalya whilst Veronika begged and screamed for her to stop tickling her. But she didn’t.
By the end of March, six months after her capture and having been tickle tortured almost continuously the revolutionary council finally caught up with their paperwork. She had confessed her crimes and she would be sent to the labour camp where she would spend the rest of her life down the salt mines.
Unfortunately, Veronika was now just a babbling wreck and was found incapable of work so she was committed to the lunatic asylum where she was allowed to torture the new prisoners. She would sit next to the naked screaming prisoners babbling on about how she was a Viscountess and how she had lived whilst gently stroking and tickling them until they could take no more, then she would sit and suck and lick their feet like an animal for days on end listening to their begging and pleading.
It is now 1991, the Berlin wall has fallen and a new Russia has now begun after the years of the Soviet regime and the Asylums have been opened . Somewhere in Kiev a small shrunken woman dressed in rags, here body bent almost double shuffles painfully along the road heading towards the outskirts of the city along a broad leafy avenue that was once a grand part of the city but has fallen into dereliction and disrepair. She walks towards an old house, surrounded by overgrown plants and choked by weeds. Plaster crumbles from the walls and the wind and rain whistle through the broken windows. Inside the house is dark and mouldy inhabited by rats and the occasional pigeon. She slowly climbs the stairs, once white marble but now covered in dark green mould and slime. She carefully picks her way across the rotting floorboards on the first floor at disappears into a room off the main landing. The room is gutted but the floor is still sound and she looks around gazing at the fallen plaster and the bare brick that was once so beautifully painted, she shuffles into a side room and sits down at the edge of a hole in the floor wiping mould from the few chipped green and gold tiles left clinging to the rotting structure. She lies down and smiles as a tear falls unnoticed from her eyes, she closes her eyes and a small sigh escapes her fragile lips as she slips down to the floor her sigh drifts out from the broken window and she lies still and cold , her face frozen in a soft final smile.
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