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Season greetings
This is a little addition to the Christmas series I have added to over the past few years. You do not need to have read the earlier stories for this one to make sense but if you wish to....The first one can be found here.
Stay safe this festive ason and enjoy
- Viewmaster
Amira tingled as she made her way to the Christmas fayre. Last year had been such a spectacle! Getting to watch a red haired woman, then the shy brunette get tickled in the stocks by all those students dressed as elves was such a treat for the small sadistic Amira. Who craved sadistic foot torture. Getting to watch the torment of the spoilt blonde with her mother was amazing and then to actually participate herself and feel her soft soles under her own fingertips had been the cherry on the cake.
Last year she had stumbled on the show quite by accident. It been such a disappointment that it did not return again the next day, this year she had done her research on her husband's old phone with its cracked screen and dodgy battery. There had been plenty of written accounts about the event online. These blended seamlessly with the flights of fantasy and fanfiction related to tickle torture posted all over the internet, however Amira knew that the ones about this event were written by others who had seen what she had seen. Oddly enough there were no pictures, in some of the comments people mentioned this: 'pics or it didn't happen'... The authors' would claim their phone camera strangely didn't work which did ring a vague bell, Amira had been very focused on the stage, however she did recall trying to avoid being in someone's video only to hear them complain that their phone wouldn't work.
Also absent according to Amira's research was any evidence of any kind of promotional material advertising the event, it seemed to have just happened. Being extremely clever it didn't take much for Amira to find the same black hole in the venue's Christmas schedule this year, a few days later into the festive season but still conspicuous by the absence of anything else on that day.
Amira felt joy and alation as she spotted the first sign as she made her way to the venue in her new boots. Last year she had worn black flats with thick black socks as these had been the only footwear she owned other than sandals. Amira hated wearing sandals being foot sensitive and shy about her feet. As much as she loved watching and imagining intense foot tortures on the western temptresses she stole glances at on the train, on buses and when food shopping, the thought of her being the on stocked and tormented with such cruelty filled her with a cold dread. She was sensitive and hated it when people unexpectedly touched her or an insect landed on her toes.
Amira had found her new boots found in a big box left outside a charity shop right under a handwritten sign asking people to not leave donations precisely there. This made her feel better about taking them but she would have done so anyway. They were Amira's size and added over two inches to her perceived height in her long dress making her seem almost five feet tall. She had kept them hidden from her husband and family as they would not have gone down well. She wore her bourka and large dress again, liking the anonymity it gave her. She could easily remove it and the dress and pass for someone else provided she was fully aware that no-one who knew her was around. She had often done This to watch two or three films back to back or sneak here or there, often slipping back past people she had passed with only her eyes visible appearing as an entirely different person holding a bundle of fabric.
As Amira cautiously found a place to view the stage without being seen she felt a slight tug on her arm. Turning she saw the shy brunette who had guided her to the stage last year to tickle the spoilt blonde and her mother.
"Hiya, It's you!" The pale brunette chirped, her pleasant tone sweetly eroding Amira's natural caution.
Amira was still stunned. Last year's event had been reviewed so many times it seemed to exist almost as a perfect memory. One tiny imperfection had been her own shyness at the end when Ellie has asked her if she wanted to go an get a coffee or hot chocolate. All Amira could do was to offer excuses that she had to go.
Ellie didn't seem to have taken offence and looked pleased to see Amira. This year she wore a festive green elf costume with white and red stripey tights and silly curly shoes. This supported Amira's theory that the brunette had been part of the crew putting this event on last year that they had planted in the audience. They probably took it in turns or something. In the year that had passed Amira had tried to work out some of the magic tricks that accompanied the tickle- torture but there were a few questions left unanswered and a few recollections that Amira was convinced were a result of her mind playing tricks on her. In particular the uncanny way the elves had moved when the spoilt blonde's destructive tantrum should have caused utter carnage, but instead the teenager was inexplicably restrained to the "X" from the 'X-mas' display.
Ellie was accompanied by a gothic elf with a similar skin tone to Amira as well as a red haired elf who Amira didn't recognise unlike the gothic elf who Amira remembered tickling and getting tickled alongside the shy brunette on stage.
With a casual gracefulness Ellie asked Amira if she wanted a hot chocolate. Amira's natural shyness bubbled up from deep within again. She had always been quiet at school, her family encouraged her to be quiet and respectful and it was almost second nature for her to turn down any invite especially from someone outside her own community.
"Oh c'mon you can't be leaving already!... The show hasn't even started!" The gothic elf added with a wink whilst untangling some Christmas lights.
"You've got work to do.... I don't want to...." Amira peeped.
"Oh we are due for a break, plus we are nearly ready" the red haired elf added, her voice familiar but her face was not one Amira recalled from last year's show.
Amira was guided through a woven gabled archway of holly and ivy covered in Christmas decorations to a little café, which felt strange. She did remember this being here last year, she was sure that there was a different café and she felt sort of.... Fizzy!
"So how have you been?" Ellie asked, seeming less shy that a year previously.
It was clear the shy brunette had enjoyed a good year without her even speaking. A year of delicious torture sessions with her new friends had left her with pinker cheeks and a new confident vitality. Even without knowing any of this Amira could tell this had been a good year for the tall and slim brunette, being shy herself Amira wasn't sure how to answer the question at first but envied her new friend.
"Well I have new boots!" She quipped with an uncharacteristic flash of confidence and a raise of her right foot under the table.
"Always good!" The red haired elf added, her voice again sounding familiar.
"Did you have any questions about the show?" The gothic elf asked softly.
It wasn't clear if the gothic elf meant this year's show or last year's. Amira pondered for a second, tempted to ask if there would be itching powder again but instead decided to poke at the niggle in her memory of last year's sweet sensory spectacle...
"How did you get that blonde teenager secured to the X-frame?" She asked with butterflies in her stomach.
"Oh that!...." The red haired elf answered joyfully, adding; "that was easy!... We did that like this!"
With a click of her fingers as the red haired elf laughed Amira was shocked to find herself standing strapped to an X-frame. Trembling and struggling she stuttered;
"H...How!... Wha....?"
"Like this!" With a flourish the red haired elf whipped away Amira's bourka and thick wooden dress like something from a magic show leaving her trembling in the fashionable top and shorts she had shoplifted from Top Shop. Amira didn't steal often, only when she really needed or wanted something. These clothes felt extra special to her because of the excitement she associated with them. What was odd was that she hadn't been wearing them under her dress, instead she had chosen warmer winter clothes and knew these were safely hidden from her husband in one of her little hidey-holes. This didn't occur to Amira right now because she was too busy screaming for help.
"They can't hear you honey!... They aren't even real!" The red haired elf replied in response to Amira's pleas.
"Wha?... What do you mean they aren't real!?" Amira asked trembling as she spoke she heard the same general murmur, the same spoon ringing against a soup bowl and the same slurp of coffee.
"Look closely at them and try to focus on their faces" The gothic elf purred.
Amira tried, but the other people in the cafe just seemed to stay in the background. They were blurry like the out of focus part of a film.
"This isn't real!...." Amira commented flatly.
"Nothing has been since you passed thought hat archway." The red haired elf replied in her familiar yet elusive voice.
Amira trembled suddenly realising she was not wearing the jumper and leggings she had worn that morning.
"Yes, I thought these looked better, I hope you don't mind the little switch-aroo before we get started" the red haired elf purred noticing her captive had noticed the change in her clothing.
"Who are you?!" Amira asked.
"Well you saw me like this last year..." Her captor answered, her hair changing to blonde as she spoke and her facial features changing just slightly.
Amira gulped, she remembered the blonde elf running the show and a lot of her unanswered questions concerned exactly how she knew certain things or was able to do certain things. Half certain this was all a dream Amira looked to Ellie and pleaded.
"Please don't let them put me on stage... I.... I.... I..."
"I have already talked to them about that and have persuaded them to do something about it" Ellie meekly replied.
She knew the prospect of what was about to happen to the small shy woman was bad enough but the social humiliation aspect was another thing and Ellie was empathetic and kind.
"And as for who I am..." The blonde elf replied, changing back to the red-haired version mid sentence: "this ought to clear that up..."
She held in her hand a Christmas present wrapped in green and silver wrapping paper, as she held it up she showed her captive the label which read:
To Amira Vom Krampella
Amira had no idea who Krampella was, or why the word from had been spelt with a 'V'. It terrified her that these people knew her name. As she trembled and quivered she watched as the present was unwrapped. It was a silver mask, as Amira beheld it through terrified eyes she realised that like the background people in the cafe she could not describe or discern that face it showed.
"Well aren't you going to try it on?" The red haired elf asked.
Her two accomplices slipped the mask on with what seemed like a piece of elastic that went behind Amira's ears fitting snuggly around her skull. Ellie tipped the mask down so that it covered Amira's face. It was strange to the captive woman as it felt like nothing at all.
"This is the only time anyone else will be able to do this..." Ellie whispered in Amira's ear, adding; even I am going to sort of forget it exists after this..."
Amira was shocked, the gothic elf held up an ornate dress sized mirror in which she beheld another middle-eastern woman in the same bondage as her, wearing the same clothes. As Amira struggled the woman in the mirror struggled the same way. Ellie pinched the base of the invisible mask under Amira's chin and tipped in back up on what felt like little hinges to either side of the wearer's brow. Amira watched as the woman's face changed to her own. Ellie returned the mask down again.
"Is this how you changed your face?" She asked the red haired elf, certain this was a dream.
"No... I have my own tricks... I like to switch my avatar's faces around every now and then" the red hair elf replied with a shrug, before adding;
"And on the subject of things getting switched around! Have you ever seen any of those old horror movies or comedies where they spin a wall around with someone strapped to it..."
Amira vaguely recalled such a scene involving Frankenstein or a mad scientist or something but did not watch much TV and did not have time to respond before Ellie and the gothic elf started turning the X-frame until suddenly Amira was on stage facing an applauding crowd. The X-frame had made a 180° turn and now, impossibly, had been transported along with it's captive to another point in time and space.
Blinking at the show's lights Amira stuttered and shivered confused by the trick that had her on the very stage she had wished to view the tickle-torture of young temptresses. The crowd leered and cheered already quite merry and much larger than when Amira had gone through the arch.
Ellie and the gothic elf were still to either side of her and giggled and cooed, pulling faces for the crowd with exaggerated pantomime gestures.
"We have taken you to the middle part of the show. The worst is behind you but you are still yet to experience it!" The gothic elf whispered in Amira's ear.
"Don't tease her Gothie!" Ellie chided, half excited and half concerned at her little friend's obvious panic. Even with her new face their victim's horror was apparent.
"You saw the video, we do a lot worse than tease her!... We torment her!... We tickle her!..."
As she spoke Gothie began using two black feathers to tickle Amira's outstretched left underarm before switching to tease her neck. Amira shrieked and then burst into panicked laughter and squirmed as much as her bonds would allow.
"Oh looks like they have started already!" The red haired elf quipped.
As Ellie began using two white plumes to tickle Amira from the other side she became frantic. The crowd laughed and cheered as the red haired elf laughed and joked with them. The reactions from the captive seemed far disproportionate to the soft feather touches.
Amira knew she was sensitive and hated being touched but not being able to get away made it a thousand times worse and even though it was just soft touches she lost her composure completely. She struggled and squirmed as much as her bonds would allow as the feathers whispered and breezed over her soft sensitive skin. The crowd cheered and Amira wished she was in the crowd watching this happen to another woman.
"It's all really happening to you!" Ellie purred...
Amira became even more frantic at hearing this verbalmtaunt and rattled her chains to the crowd's delight but her straps and bonds held firm. Sensing this verbal teasing was making it worse Gothie joined in;
"Yes, it is all really happening to you!...."
🎵"Really happening to you!" 🎵Ellie added in a sing-song fashion. This verbal teasing proved really effective and turning their captive into a quivering mess.
Amira was frantic and pleaded;
"No!... Not me!...." Through peals of laughter.
Two more elves came over over and began to tickle her tummy and legs with their fingers. Amira couldn't focus on them but it was clear that they knew their craft well. One explored the backs of her knees and her thighs which were exposed in the stolen shorts with their quirky watermelon printed design. The matching watermelon print top left little to the imagination and gave her little defence as the cruel elf explored her belly button before zeroing in on the little spot just above Amira's hips.
"Oh that is the sweet spot! We are going to have to up our game to keep up!" Gothie announced.
"Ple-ea-hee-hee-ease don't!" Amira begged, it wasn't a response to Gothie she had been begging between pearls of laughter ever since an initial squeal. This new assault seemed to send a message directly to the panic centre of ger brain.
Gothie cleverly put two feathers in one hand and used them to tease Amira's neck whilst fluttering the fingertips of her other hand in Amira's smooth underarms. Amira hadn't noticed that her underarms were silky and smooth like the women she fantasised about. She had no idea when she had been shaved and prepared but now she was presented like the temptresses she longed to putt through exactly this kind of torture and worse. She was being tickled beyond the point of rational thought and her captors had barely even started. Ellie had followed suit using her soft fingertips in Amira's other underarm whilst using one feather to tease her captive's neck, chin and ears whilst holding the other feather in her mouth by the quill, occasionally using the point of this feather when she could.
A fifth elf had joined in and was using it's soft fingertips to tease the back of Amira's legs which were offered little protection by the X frame even though the straps held her firm, somehow the elves fingertips had a perfect play of soft sensitive outstretched skin. This freed the other elf to focus on her thighs full time which made Amira shake the X-frame as she struggled. Ellie had taken all four feathers to tease her neck from behind whilst Gothie took full dominion of her underarms with both hands. Amira had reached the stage of silent laughter and beheld the crowd through tear stained eyes.
"Yes that's it! That's the desperation! This is the torture you dream of inflicting upon others!" Gothie teased.
As the gothic elf spoke Amira beheld her reflection on a bell on the silly Christmas hat the sexy elf wore. She could see her own reflection although it was not her face. Her captors let her catch her breath for a second. As Amira's chest rose and fell she was thankful for the mask. She felt the cool air tugging at her hot skin which was exposed for the crowd.
"Tickle her feet again!" Someone in the crowd shouted out as Amira caught her breath.
Amira suddenly noticed that her feet felt different, more luxurious. She still wore her new boots but had some festive red and green socks and her feet felt soft and tingly inside the snug black leather. The red haired elf worked the crowd as Amira looked around. Her sudden appearance on the stage had left her shocked. As she looked around she beheld all manner of Christmas paraphernalia as well as the set of stocks that she remembered from last year's show. Confusingly they looked used. She suddenly remembered two or three things that had been said:
'the middle part of the show'.... 'saw the video's... 'tickle her feet AGAIN'...
Amira did not have long to contemplate the impossibility of her situation as the the elves began removing her cherished right boot. Her leg was held up for the crowd who delighted in watching her curl, flex and splay her toes as her foot was held out in front of her. The redheaded elf was teasing the crowd and Amira, making them both wait for sock tickles that they knew were coming. When they did it took three elves to hold Amira still as she shrieked and struggled.
Amira tried to kick with her free leg by was rewarded with tickles to the backs of her knees and her sides. Soon her sock was removed to reveal her small immaculate sole. Amira was shocked, she tried to take care of her feet but had little time to herself between errands and chores. Now freed of her sock her foot seemed softer and smoother like she had received a pedicure but also bright pink. She only caught a glance in a mirror that was being positioned for the crowd and was still busy trying to escape with her one free limb but to no avail. The elves had her!
With an impossible pantomime-like routine the elves rotated the X-frame about 30° so that she was no longer facing the crowd directly. Amira's right foot was brought up behind her and secured in straps underneath the X-frame and the mirror positioned so that the crowd could see. The tickle torture resumed to the crowd's delight with Ellie using the feathers on her neck whilst the red haired elf and her many accomplices resumed tickling Amira's sides, underarms tummy and thighs. The real torture came from Gothie who used her sharp nails on Amira's freshly exposed right foot.
The nails felt worse than anything Amira had felt so far and caused her to beg incoherently as they scratched and skittered over her arch in a well practised torturous dance. Just as Amira thought things couldn't get any worse one of the other elves began holding back her toes stretching the arch taut. Amira's body began to ache from struggling and finally her right foot was freed from the straps only to be returned to be resecured to the X-frame.
"Do you want to see if her left foot is as ticklish?!" The red haired elf addressed the crowd.
"YEEESSS!" Came the thunderous response.
"Oh! I get to tickle her left foot! Don't I?" Piped up a petite elf with pig tails that Amira hadn't focused on so far.
Amira was de-booted and de-socked in the same humiliating pantomime routine to the delight of the crowd. Then her left foot brought up behind her in the same fashion as her right had been. The elf with pig-tails had short but effective nails that danced a terrible dance on her left arch. Her right foot was not spared torture back at the X frame. The little shelf or bracket she had stood on was too low down without her boot and she was held in place instead by straps and hands and tickled all over. Ellie took a turn tickling Amira's left foot leaving the elf with pig tails to tease her with the feathers.
"Oh oh oh! Don't enjoy this too much the crowd is watching!" The cute petite elf chided as she flickered the feathers along Amira's neck and chin.
Amira didn't understand what she meant at first being too hysterical. Gothie joined in cooing as she tickled the spot just to either side of Amira's breasts.
"The crowd can't see yet but you are showing your delight at being submissive!" She whispered and giggled. Loving the way her captive bounced in the cute watermelon pattern top.
Amira squirmed and struggled. She loved to imagine these tortures happening to other women, in fact this was tame compared to the punishments she fantasised about inflicted upon women she spied at salon's and bars... She had always dreaded such tortures happening to her but now that they were; her body was responding unexpectedly with a similar but different arousal, her breasts tingling and her nipples getting hard.
Amira had a brief respite as her left foot was returned to the X-frame. She struggled wishing for the protection of her boots and the little shelves she had stood on. The elves were removing these from the X-frame as their red haired leader addressed the crowd. To Amira's horror the X-frame was tilted back so she faced the sky at 45° this exposed her soles which were being made vulnerable with toe-ties. As Amira struggled the elves extended each arm of the X-frame essentially stretching her just slightly as if she was on a rack.
"No please!...." Amira begged as her short cute toes were fully tied back to the little mini-stocks that had replaced the straps for her ankles.
Their victim's bondage complete the elves set to work. The petite elf with pig-tails took her left foot whilst Gothie took the right using their sharp terrible nails to drive their victim insane. Even this would be enough to torture the short sensitive woman to madness but two or three of the other elves positioned electric flossers and toothbrushes between her trapped toes sending her straight to tickle hell. Ellie was tickling her thighs taking full advantage of the soft skin protected only by the cute watermelon print shorts. Her soft fingers were a torturous turn on that Amira didn't understand; being thoroughly over stimulated by the many other elves tickling her tummy, sides and the backs of her knees. It seemed like they left no spot untouched except her neck which was now the reserve of the red haired elf who teased her between addressing the crowd.
"There you go honey!... How are you enjoying that ticklish neck?!"
It was a question that entertained the crowd but had another meaning for Amira. She hadn't noticed but her neck not being her own seemed to make it more ticklish. She briefly caught glimpses of her own reflection and was reminded of the strange magic that made her face not her own.
The red haired elf worked the crowd who had demanded this 'ultimate torture'. Amira didn't know how much more she could take. She had been gagged with an enormous gobstopper style lollypop that felt soft and tasted sweet. She shook her head from side to side and hairbrushes were used on her soles. The torture seemed endless, her cruel captors always finding some new toy, trick or technique to make her squirm and suffer.
"You love this!" One of the elves insisted.
Finally Amira was turned back upright to face the crowd. Her chest rose and fell asleep she took deep breaths. The watermelon print top did not disguise her hard nipples which Ellie concealed by flourishing two feathers as the elves posed for the crowd with their work of art..it had been pure torture but Amira felt amazing, her skin felt amazing against the soft fabric of her favourite clothes.
"What do you say do you want the blonde again?!" The red haired elf addressed the crowd.
Around half of the crowd cheered 'Yes' whilst the other half made various cries to see Amira's torture continue: 'put her in the stocks again!' being the most common cry but inconsistently made by the crowd. This gave the red haired elf the licence to spin the X-Frame.
The mirror had been moved from behind Amira so she could see herself as the ever-versatile bondage equipment was prepared for one last trick. As it was spun she squealed missing her cherished boots which lay on stage with the socks stuffed inside them. In a whir of movement the stage disappeared only to reappear, swapping for the strange café where she had been trapped to the peculiar device. It was like a carnival ride or a flick book and Amira's exhausted senses played tricks on her as she spun. In the mirror she was sure she spotted a blonde woman in the same bondage she was in. Suddenly her surroundings came into focus and she was back in the café strapped the X-frame wearing her boots and the cute stolen outfit.
Oddly enough she was still as exhausted and aroused as she had been on stage. She beheld her three captors with a mixture of anger and trepidation. How they had done this to her she had no idea. The petite elf with pig-tails was gone, Amira remembered her from last year's show but she began to fade as did her memory of her own humiliation on stage.
"And that's how we did the X-frame trick last year!" The red haired elf declared.
Amira narrowed her eyes still remembering the gothic elf's cruel nails and the red haired elf's taunts. Her mind swirled as her bonds were released and she sagged into Ellie's arms.
"You won't do that to me again!" She weakly protested.
"We already have done, poppet!" The red haired elf quipped.
Vague memories of stage lights and the faces in the crowd were attached to a dreadful panic deep in Amira's psyche... 'the stocks!.... they are going to put me in the stocks!' she thought as she tried to remain focused as her captors cooed and fussed.
Amira was dressed in a colourful Christmas skirt and given a festive Christmas jumper to wear that had reindeer and snowflakes displayed on the warm soft wool. Weakly she protested that she didn't want to go on stage.
"Oh yes you do! You will want to go on stage to tickle the blonde!" The red haired elf declared.
"Not on stage again!" Amira blearily moaned as if waking up from a dream.
"But if you don't go up on stage, you won't get to tickle the blonde!" The red haired elf replied, loving the way the mask let her play with this mortal's memory and perception.
Amira was dressed and ready to go. She left the café without a notion anything was wrong as the vague shapes on the edge of her perception sipped their coffee and slurped their soup, their perceived presence and indistinct chatter all but an illusion.
The four women went back through the arch of holly and ivy festooned with Christmas decorations. Amira stayed close to Ellie and stole glances at the sultry gothic elf. She remembered the two women getting tickled together last year on stage with another elf with pig-tails. Something just made her want the tall soft skinned woman to herself... 'No!... She would share her with Ellie!... They could stretch her out on a rack and make her beg!...'
As Amira fantasised about tickling the gothic elf for a Long!... Long! Time, the sultry performer made her excuses and headed to the stage. There were more people around now and the many elves were busy making the final touches as the excited crowd grew.
"They don't need me at first so I will stay with you for a bit" Ellie softly said.
Amira liked Ellie and felt comfortable as they quietly watching a sobbing blonde fix her makeup before heading away. The blonde woman looked oddly familiar to Amira, but she couldn't place her.
The show was starting and the red haired elf was working the crowd talking about Christmas presents and the time of year. It was like a silly pantomime at first with the elves making silly slapstick jokes. Amira wished they would just get a woman in the stocks already and was about to ask Ellie a question about the X-frame she remember from last year's show when she realised that there was already a woman on stage: it was a blonde in a red and white Christmas dress who almost seemed to sparkle to Amira.
The red haired elf was talking about spreading Christmas cheer and making people smile. Lots of silly jokes that Amira found annoying 'just get to the torture already!' there was some kind of golden ticket thing, a reference to a film that Amira didn't understand. As she watched the blonde wiggle her feet in their red strappy sandals Ellie passed her something and whispered;
"Don't forget yours"
Amira turned the golden card over and saw the number 193 embossed jin the foil. As she looked down she heard the red haired eld declare;
"Number: one, nine, three!"
Amira's heart skipped a beat, she turned to Ellie but her friend had gone. Probably to not make it looked rigged. Amira couldn't believe she was going to get to go on stage and tickle the temptress who was the epitome of the kind of western woman she longed to torment with cruel tortured.
Amira made her way to the stage in daze, she hesitated as there could be someone who knew her in the crowd but something half remembered told her that even if there was they would not recognise her. Under the stage lights her inner nervous butterflies made her tremble, she was keen to get her hands on the blonde but something about looking out at the small crowd made her nervous, it was like she had been here before.
"Okay so what is your name?" The red haired elf asked holding out a microphone.
"Ami..eeena!" Amira answered, some strange instinct making her use a fake name after the first syllable of her own.
"Well Ameena it is great you have volunteered to help us demonstrate a unique way to spread Christmas cheer, if you would just like to take seat..."
Amira complied as the red haired elf turned to address the crowd. Suddenly with a start she realised she was sitting in the stocks and the blonde was gone. The many elves were securing her wrists in little cuffs and holding each of her ankles. Amira began to struggle but to no avail, there were too many of them.
"Oh it seems that our volunteer is having some second thoughts! I wonder why that might be!..."
As she glanced around frantically Amira caught sight of the gothic elf and the elf with pig tails posing with two enormous feathers that were taller than they were. As Amira began to struggle Ellie appeared from amongst the throng of elves and began to comfort her.
"It is okay! We are only going to inflict an eighth of the torture you long to inflict upon others...."
"Where... Wh?... What happ... The blonde?!" Amira asked bewildered as the elves began securing her arms above her head.
"That is what we call an illusion, it was to lure you here. It is okay! You will get used to her little tricks in time!" Ellie purred.
As Amira panicked she was sure she had seen many of the crowd before. She did not have time to try and work out confused memories of being on stage before as the red haired elf was starting to play with her boots. The elves had close the stocks over Amira's booted ankles but no locked them. The poor small woman was so hopefully out numbered she could only protest as her prized boots were unzipped and removed revealing her socked feet.
The crowd laughed at the red haired elf's direction. Amira was wearing one tatty black sock and a brown sock darned with black wool. The lead elf made a big display of waving her hand in front of her face and leading the crowd in mockery.
"Oh my Ameena I haven't seen socks like these since the seventeen hundreds when there was a wool shortage!" She mocked.
Amira squirmed. She had been taught by her grandmother to mend clothes and had so little money to spend on herself. Slowly her socks were removed revealing first a thinner pair of clean white socks without repairs and then Amira's small cute feet.
The crowd laughed as the stocks were properly secured. The padding in the holes expanding to snuggly hold Amira's ankles. Two stern elfs put on marigold gloves as a third approached with a bowl of hot soapy water.
"Hygiene is important to remember this time of year so before we give our volunteer a free pedicure we are going to give her feet a wash!"
The elves set to work scrubbing Amira's soles with the brushes making her laugh and squirm. Two elves scrubbed her arches, heels and the balls of her feet whilst two more used electric cleaning brushes to clean her toes making her howl and bark between protests.
"No stop!" She angrily demanded, infuriated at the lack of control she had.
"Stop but we haven't even started yet!" The red haired elf replied.
After the intense scrubbing Amira's soles were treated to a tickly pedicure that was on average less torturous than the scrubbing. The elves demonstrated products for sale that removed dead skin and made skin sensitive, Amira remembered this from last year and knew that they were building up to something worse. To keep the crowd entertained the red haired elf asked them if they wanted to see a magic trick. As they responded with an intrigued 'yes!' the red haired elf turned to Amira and asked;
"And what about you Ameena? Do you want to see a magic trick?"
"Does it involve getting me out of these stocks?" Amira asked cheekily. She had meant to say 'does it involve making YOU disappear but something behind her eyes changed the words in her mouth.
"Not quite!" The lead elf replied seizing the hem of Amira's Christmas jumper and giving it a tug.
Suddenly Amira was sitting in her cute stolen top as her captor held up her borrowed jumper to the cheers of the growing crowd. The trick wasn't over, after show-boating to demonstrate that it was a real jumper the red haired elf screwed it up into a ball and threw it up into the air where it exploded into a ball of scrabbling feathers. The crowd gasped as two doves and two crows flew off in different directions.
"They left me with these!..." The red haired elf announced; holding up a handful of white, and a handful of black feathers....
".... What do you suggest we do with them?"
The crowd laughed and replied discordantly that they should tickle with them. Amira was stunned, Ellie, Gothie and the kinky elf with pig tails where the first to receive the feathers and began teasing her neck and outstretched underarms much to her dismay. She felt more exposed in her cute top and had vague memories of feathers exploring her soft body through it that she could not explain. For the second time she realised her underarms had been shaved and exfoliated at some point without her knowledge, a sudden realisation that held such an iron-solid sense of déjà-vu she was certain she was being messed with.
The enforced pedicure was nearly complete. It was being cruelly finalised by the demonstration of two hair dryers with variable heat settings that were used to roast poor Amira's soles to a delightful shade of pink. The soft prizes glowed like roasted hams having been coated with special potions to increase her sensitivity. Throughout her ordeal Amira had begged and pleased for her captors to 'stop tickling her' even before the feathers were introduced to her upper body.
With their victim's soles presented as two taut canvases of sensitivity in their toe-ties, the red haired elf addresses the crowd;
"So throughout her pedicure our lovely volunteer has asked us to 'stop tickling her' admittedly we teased her with some feathers at your direction.... But we need to clarify her confusion..."
Amira squirmed dreading what would come next.
".... So that she understands what tickling truly is we will now demonstrate some for her... Just so she understands the difference!" The red haired elf concluded
As Amira protested "Nooo!" A gag formed of a giant gobstopper with raspberry bootlace straps was secured in her open mouth by the kinky petite elf with the pig tails.
"Yes! You are taking this! This is the torture you long to inflict upon others!" The petite elf purred in her captive's ear as she secured the bootlaces with deft clever fingers.
Amira was sure the gobstopper gag tasted and felt familiar. But she did not have time to contemplate this as the red haired elf was holding something up for the crowd to see.
”These are sometimes used to mark Christmas pastries and the sharper ones are used to mark holes in leather to keep the stitches nice and straight" the red haired elf explained. A close-up of the spiked metal wheel mounted on a wooden handle was projected onto two screen, the crowd looked from the two screens to the stage in awe.
Amira had forgotten about the screens and shyly curled her toes knowing they would be projected larger than life for all to see, somehow the close-ups of her face didn't bother her. Something inside told her 'they are your feet' but without acknowledgement she knew that the face she wore was not her own.
The little metal wheels where awful. The began slowly at her heels and worked their way up her arches. They proved effective on her toes and the balls of her feet too, especially when slowly drawn across the very top of the spot just below her toes which was vulnerable and exposed due to the toe-ties. The elves then used them faster making her squeal. The real torture began after the red haired elf uttered the awful words;
"However, If you really want to spread Christmas cheer the answer is at your fingertips..."
As she spoke all the elves put down the little wheels and used their fingertips on her soft red arches. Amira screamed into her gag and thrashed. The elves tickled from either side of the stocks so that the crowd could see. They circulated until Gothie, Ellie and the kinky elf with the pig-tails took pride of place with their long sharp nails. With their victim's soles reddening they slowed and slapped the soles softly as if to say 'good job' the slaps didn't hurt but Amira knew they would make her more ticklish.
She enjoyed a brief respite as the red haired elf addressed the crowd again. Her soles were massaged with a soothing lotion that despite feeling good, was guaranteed to raise her sensitivity even further. With an awful dread Amira realised through tear speckled eyes what was coming next. It was hairbrush time! Amira knew that these were brutal and softly whimpered as she looked at Ellie.
"You have no choice sweetie! Same as the women you will get to torture will have no choice!" Ellie whispered.
Although the words were of little comfort to Amira as her soles were assaulted by the hairbrushes she silently acknowledged that she would get to be the torturer at some point because of this ordeal. Given the choice she would not have suffered through more than a minute's sorry of torment to get this privilege. The hairbrushes vibrated and drove her to the brink of madness. Ellie and Gothie had slunk around the stocks to tickle her sides and underarms whilst the elf with pig-tails was tormenting Amira's thighs with clever fingers.
"Don't stray too far up Kinky!" Ellie chided
"I don't need to, this one is ready to pop!" The petite elf replied, Amira wasn't sure if she had heard the petite elf called 'Kinky' last year but silently acknowledged the name.
What she had yet to realise was how aroused she was. Ellie shifted to torment the backs of her knees with her soft fingertips so she could keep an eye on Kinky. Amira's nipples were hard but the watermelon print and the stocks camouflaged this enough. Despite being utter torture something about being driven this far into hysteria was making Amira feel good. Her body was red hot and heaving. Suddenly she squealed as the elves tipped snow over her hot body.
Amira could not focus on the banter with the crowd but the phrase "Quench a Wench" made it through the haze of torment from the red haired elf's routine. The snow was cold against her hot skin but she also felt frustrated as the torture stopped, it felt as if something amazing would have happened had she been pushed just a little further. The snow strangely didn't get her clothes wet and was gathered up by the elves who used it to have a silly snowball fight to entertain the crowd.
The gobstopper gag was removed and Ellie brought her a drink and soothed her by stroking her hair. During the brief intermission Amira heard someone in the crowd say;
"That is the one she was with earlier she must be an actor!"
Amira had heard this so many times last year but it was so much worse now that she was the one in the stocks.
The elves finished their snowball fight and just as Amira thought it might be the end of her turn she beheld something that made her heart sink. 'it was the woman with the guide dogs!'
Amira had loved this part of the show last year. A woman had a golden retriever and a black lab' on leashes both wearing reindeer antlers and festive body warmers. Her heart sank as she saw the elves with a bucket of 'reindeer food' with wooden spoons and brushes.
Amira was surprised by how submissive her voice sounded as she begged and pleased with her captors as the sticky substance was applied with tickly brushes. The dogs began sniffing her toes which was already too much to bear.
"Go on have it!" The dogs handler commanded causing them both to lick Amira's trapped soles. Amira shrieked and squirmed, her exhaustion making her desperation seem like submissive acceptance. This was part of her favourite fantasy to imagine inflicting upon others. This was usually an early step usually before the scrubbing, roasting and bastinado in her own fantasies. The accounts Amira had read online about such tortures did nothing to prepare her for how rough the dogs tongues were. Each lick seemed worse and when they found her toes she hit the roof to the crowd's delight.
When the dogs were finally finished Amira hung limp in silent laughter, the elves had been tickling her sides to keep her squirming. But she was not finished yet. True to her own fantasy her soles were scrubbed once again and then roasted, this time the elves found a way to make slapping her soles with a wooden spoon part of the pantomime routine. Finally Amira's soles were glowing bright red, hypersensitive to the point that even the softest feather was agony: a point that was demonstrated to the delight of the crowd. Amira was re-gagged and forced to endure soft finger-tips, then sharp fingernails, then the little spiky wheels again and finally the hairbrushes. Red faced and hysterical Amira felt her heart racing. Kinky was tickling her thighs again whilst Ellie and Gothie were teasing her neck and underarms with feathers again.
"Kinky is under strict instructions not to go much higher!" Ellie whispered in Amira's ear.
"If you climax just from being tickled tortured the boss has decided to have some fun with you down below..." Gothie added.
"And it is much...much worse down there!" Both elves added in unison, curling their toes in their stripey tights protected by comical festive shoes.
Each had half remembered memories of the torments they experience in the liminal space these stocks led to.
Amira was delirious. The elves at her feet had begun using all manner of electronic hygiene tools on her toes alongside smaller scrubbing brushes all over her arches and heels. Something about the way Kinky was tickling her thighs whilst two other elves tickled her tummy, hips and sides was both unbearable and enticing. Every touch felt light little lighting bolts that ran through her body to hit all the other little lighting bolts. They were strange little lightning bolts that she didn't mind being shocked by.
Finally she could take no more and exploded into her first ever orgasm. It was a full body orgasm that hit her like a freight train and shook her again and again until it felt like she was falling. It took five seconds for her to realise that the delicious tickle torture had stopped and in fact she was indeed falling. She continued to climax hard as the wind whipped past her sweat-soaked body passing up and between her hot legs and pulling her long back hair behind her. She fell for longer than was possible as if the stage was built over a mine-shaft. As her first ever orgasm finally subsided she felt utter terror as in the darkness she just kept falling and falling.
To be continued...
This is a little addition to the Christmas series I have added to over the past few years. You do not need to have read the earlier stories for this one to make sense but if you wish to....The first one can be found here.
Stay safe this festive ason and enjoy
- Viewmaster
Amira tingled as she made her way to the Christmas fayre. Last year had been such a spectacle! Getting to watch a red haired woman, then the shy brunette get tickled in the stocks by all those students dressed as elves was such a treat for the small sadistic Amira. Who craved sadistic foot torture. Getting to watch the torment of the spoilt blonde with her mother was amazing and then to actually participate herself and feel her soft soles under her own fingertips had been the cherry on the cake.
Last year she had stumbled on the show quite by accident. It been such a disappointment that it did not return again the next day, this year she had done her research on her husband's old phone with its cracked screen and dodgy battery. There had been plenty of written accounts about the event online. These blended seamlessly with the flights of fantasy and fanfiction related to tickle torture posted all over the internet, however Amira knew that the ones about this event were written by others who had seen what she had seen. Oddly enough there were no pictures, in some of the comments people mentioned this: 'pics or it didn't happen'... The authors' would claim their phone camera strangely didn't work which did ring a vague bell, Amira had been very focused on the stage, however she did recall trying to avoid being in someone's video only to hear them complain that their phone wouldn't work.
Also absent according to Amira's research was any evidence of any kind of promotional material advertising the event, it seemed to have just happened. Being extremely clever it didn't take much for Amira to find the same black hole in the venue's Christmas schedule this year, a few days later into the festive season but still conspicuous by the absence of anything else on that day.
Amira felt joy and alation as she spotted the first sign as she made her way to the venue in her new boots. Last year she had worn black flats with thick black socks as these had been the only footwear she owned other than sandals. Amira hated wearing sandals being foot sensitive and shy about her feet. As much as she loved watching and imagining intense foot tortures on the western temptresses she stole glances at on the train, on buses and when food shopping, the thought of her being the on stocked and tormented with such cruelty filled her with a cold dread. She was sensitive and hated it when people unexpectedly touched her or an insect landed on her toes.
Amira had found her new boots found in a big box left outside a charity shop right under a handwritten sign asking people to not leave donations precisely there. This made her feel better about taking them but she would have done so anyway. They were Amira's size and added over two inches to her perceived height in her long dress making her seem almost five feet tall. She had kept them hidden from her husband and family as they would not have gone down well. She wore her bourka and large dress again, liking the anonymity it gave her. She could easily remove it and the dress and pass for someone else provided she was fully aware that no-one who knew her was around. She had often done This to watch two or three films back to back or sneak here or there, often slipping back past people she had passed with only her eyes visible appearing as an entirely different person holding a bundle of fabric.
As Amira cautiously found a place to view the stage without being seen she felt a slight tug on her arm. Turning she saw the shy brunette who had guided her to the stage last year to tickle the spoilt blonde and her mother.
"Hiya, It's you!" The pale brunette chirped, her pleasant tone sweetly eroding Amira's natural caution.
Amira was still stunned. Last year's event had been reviewed so many times it seemed to exist almost as a perfect memory. One tiny imperfection had been her own shyness at the end when Ellie has asked her if she wanted to go an get a coffee or hot chocolate. All Amira could do was to offer excuses that she had to go.
Ellie didn't seem to have taken offence and looked pleased to see Amira. This year she wore a festive green elf costume with white and red stripey tights and silly curly shoes. This supported Amira's theory that the brunette had been part of the crew putting this event on last year that they had planted in the audience. They probably took it in turns or something. In the year that had passed Amira had tried to work out some of the magic tricks that accompanied the tickle- torture but there were a few questions left unanswered and a few recollections that Amira was convinced were a result of her mind playing tricks on her. In particular the uncanny way the elves had moved when the spoilt blonde's destructive tantrum should have caused utter carnage, but instead the teenager was inexplicably restrained to the "X" from the 'X-mas' display.
Ellie was accompanied by a gothic elf with a similar skin tone to Amira as well as a red haired elf who Amira didn't recognise unlike the gothic elf who Amira remembered tickling and getting tickled alongside the shy brunette on stage.
With a casual gracefulness Ellie asked Amira if she wanted a hot chocolate. Amira's natural shyness bubbled up from deep within again. She had always been quiet at school, her family encouraged her to be quiet and respectful and it was almost second nature for her to turn down any invite especially from someone outside her own community.
"Oh c'mon you can't be leaving already!... The show hasn't even started!" The gothic elf added with a wink whilst untangling some Christmas lights.
"You've got work to do.... I don't want to...." Amira peeped.
"Oh we are due for a break, plus we are nearly ready" the red haired elf added, her voice familiar but her face was not one Amira recalled from last year's show.
Amira was guided through a woven gabled archway of holly and ivy covered in Christmas decorations to a little café, which felt strange. She did remember this being here last year, she was sure that there was a different café and she felt sort of.... Fizzy!
"So how have you been?" Ellie asked, seeming less shy that a year previously.
It was clear the shy brunette had enjoyed a good year without her even speaking. A year of delicious torture sessions with her new friends had left her with pinker cheeks and a new confident vitality. Even without knowing any of this Amira could tell this had been a good year for the tall and slim brunette, being shy herself Amira wasn't sure how to answer the question at first but envied her new friend.
"Well I have new boots!" She quipped with an uncharacteristic flash of confidence and a raise of her right foot under the table.
"Always good!" The red haired elf added, her voice again sounding familiar.
"Did you have any questions about the show?" The gothic elf asked softly.
It wasn't clear if the gothic elf meant this year's show or last year's. Amira pondered for a second, tempted to ask if there would be itching powder again but instead decided to poke at the niggle in her memory of last year's sweet sensory spectacle...
"How did you get that blonde teenager secured to the X-frame?" She asked with butterflies in her stomach.
"Oh that!...." The red haired elf answered joyfully, adding; "that was easy!... We did that like this!"
With a click of her fingers as the red haired elf laughed Amira was shocked to find herself standing strapped to an X-frame. Trembling and struggling she stuttered;
"H...How!... Wha....?"
"Like this!" With a flourish the red haired elf whipped away Amira's bourka and thick wooden dress like something from a magic show leaving her trembling in the fashionable top and shorts she had shoplifted from Top Shop. Amira didn't steal often, only when she really needed or wanted something. These clothes felt extra special to her because of the excitement she associated with them. What was odd was that she hadn't been wearing them under her dress, instead she had chosen warmer winter clothes and knew these were safely hidden from her husband in one of her little hidey-holes. This didn't occur to Amira right now because she was too busy screaming for help.
"They can't hear you honey!... They aren't even real!" The red haired elf replied in response to Amira's pleas.
"Wha?... What do you mean they aren't real!?" Amira asked trembling as she spoke she heard the same general murmur, the same spoon ringing against a soup bowl and the same slurp of coffee.
"Look closely at them and try to focus on their faces" The gothic elf purred.
Amira tried, but the other people in the cafe just seemed to stay in the background. They were blurry like the out of focus part of a film.
"This isn't real!...." Amira commented flatly.
"Nothing has been since you passed thought hat archway." The red haired elf replied in her familiar yet elusive voice.
Amira trembled suddenly realising she was not wearing the jumper and leggings she had worn that morning.
"Yes, I thought these looked better, I hope you don't mind the little switch-aroo before we get started" the red haired elf purred noticing her captive had noticed the change in her clothing.
"Who are you?!" Amira asked.
"Well you saw me like this last year..." Her captor answered, her hair changing to blonde as she spoke and her facial features changing just slightly.
Amira gulped, she remembered the blonde elf running the show and a lot of her unanswered questions concerned exactly how she knew certain things or was able to do certain things. Half certain this was all a dream Amira looked to Ellie and pleaded.
"Please don't let them put me on stage... I.... I.... I..."
"I have already talked to them about that and have persuaded them to do something about it" Ellie meekly replied.
She knew the prospect of what was about to happen to the small shy woman was bad enough but the social humiliation aspect was another thing and Ellie was empathetic and kind.
"And as for who I am..." The blonde elf replied, changing back to the red-haired version mid sentence: "this ought to clear that up..."
She held in her hand a Christmas present wrapped in green and silver wrapping paper, as she held it up she showed her captive the label which read:
To Amira Vom Krampella
Amira had no idea who Krampella was, or why the word from had been spelt with a 'V'. It terrified her that these people knew her name. As she trembled and quivered she watched as the present was unwrapped. It was a silver mask, as Amira beheld it through terrified eyes she realised that like the background people in the cafe she could not describe or discern that face it showed.
"Well aren't you going to try it on?" The red haired elf asked.
Her two accomplices slipped the mask on with what seemed like a piece of elastic that went behind Amira's ears fitting snuggly around her skull. Ellie tipped the mask down so that it covered Amira's face. It was strange to the captive woman as it felt like nothing at all.
"This is the only time anyone else will be able to do this..." Ellie whispered in Amira's ear, adding; even I am going to sort of forget it exists after this..."
Amira was shocked, the gothic elf held up an ornate dress sized mirror in which she beheld another middle-eastern woman in the same bondage as her, wearing the same clothes. As Amira struggled the woman in the mirror struggled the same way. Ellie pinched the base of the invisible mask under Amira's chin and tipped in back up on what felt like little hinges to either side of the wearer's brow. Amira watched as the woman's face changed to her own. Ellie returned the mask down again.
"Is this how you changed your face?" She asked the red haired elf, certain this was a dream.
"No... I have my own tricks... I like to switch my avatar's faces around every now and then" the red hair elf replied with a shrug, before adding;
"And on the subject of things getting switched around! Have you ever seen any of those old horror movies or comedies where they spin a wall around with someone strapped to it..."
Amira vaguely recalled such a scene involving Frankenstein or a mad scientist or something but did not watch much TV and did not have time to respond before Ellie and the gothic elf started turning the X-frame until suddenly Amira was on stage facing an applauding crowd. The X-frame had made a 180° turn and now, impossibly, had been transported along with it's captive to another point in time and space.
Blinking at the show's lights Amira stuttered and shivered confused by the trick that had her on the very stage she had wished to view the tickle-torture of young temptresses. The crowd leered and cheered already quite merry and much larger than when Amira had gone through the arch.
Ellie and the gothic elf were still to either side of her and giggled and cooed, pulling faces for the crowd with exaggerated pantomime gestures.
"We have taken you to the middle part of the show. The worst is behind you but you are still yet to experience it!" The gothic elf whispered in Amira's ear.
"Don't tease her Gothie!" Ellie chided, half excited and half concerned at her little friend's obvious panic. Even with her new face their victim's horror was apparent.
"You saw the video, we do a lot worse than tease her!... We torment her!... We tickle her!..."
As she spoke Gothie began using two black feathers to tickle Amira's outstretched left underarm before switching to tease her neck. Amira shrieked and then burst into panicked laughter and squirmed as much as her bonds would allow.
"Oh looks like they have started already!" The red haired elf quipped.
As Ellie began using two white plumes to tickle Amira from the other side she became frantic. The crowd laughed and cheered as the red haired elf laughed and joked with them. The reactions from the captive seemed far disproportionate to the soft feather touches.
Amira knew she was sensitive and hated being touched but not being able to get away made it a thousand times worse and even though it was just soft touches she lost her composure completely. She struggled and squirmed as much as her bonds would allow as the feathers whispered and breezed over her soft sensitive skin. The crowd cheered and Amira wished she was in the crowd watching this happen to another woman.
"It's all really happening to you!" Ellie purred...
Amira became even more frantic at hearing this verbalmtaunt and rattled her chains to the crowd's delight but her straps and bonds held firm. Sensing this verbal teasing was making it worse Gothie joined in;
"Yes, it is all really happening to you!...."
🎵"Really happening to you!" 🎵Ellie added in a sing-song fashion. This verbal teasing proved really effective and turning their captive into a quivering mess.
Amira was frantic and pleaded;
"No!... Not me!...." Through peals of laughter.
Two more elves came over over and began to tickle her tummy and legs with their fingers. Amira couldn't focus on them but it was clear that they knew their craft well. One explored the backs of her knees and her thighs which were exposed in the stolen shorts with their quirky watermelon printed design. The matching watermelon print top left little to the imagination and gave her little defence as the cruel elf explored her belly button before zeroing in on the little spot just above Amira's hips.
"Oh that is the sweet spot! We are going to have to up our game to keep up!" Gothie announced.
"Ple-ea-hee-hee-ease don't!" Amira begged, it wasn't a response to Gothie she had been begging between pearls of laughter ever since an initial squeal. This new assault seemed to send a message directly to the panic centre of ger brain.
Gothie cleverly put two feathers in one hand and used them to tease Amira's neck whilst fluttering the fingertips of her other hand in Amira's smooth underarms. Amira hadn't noticed that her underarms were silky and smooth like the women she fantasised about. She had no idea when she had been shaved and prepared but now she was presented like the temptresses she longed to putt through exactly this kind of torture and worse. She was being tickled beyond the point of rational thought and her captors had barely even started. Ellie had followed suit using her soft fingertips in Amira's other underarm whilst using one feather to tease her captive's neck, chin and ears whilst holding the other feather in her mouth by the quill, occasionally using the point of this feather when she could.
A fifth elf had joined in and was using it's soft fingertips to tease the back of Amira's legs which were offered little protection by the X frame even though the straps held her firm, somehow the elves fingertips had a perfect play of soft sensitive outstretched skin. This freed the other elf to focus on her thighs full time which made Amira shake the X-frame as she struggled. Ellie had taken all four feathers to tease her neck from behind whilst Gothie took full dominion of her underarms with both hands. Amira had reached the stage of silent laughter and beheld the crowd through tear stained eyes.
"Yes that's it! That's the desperation! This is the torture you dream of inflicting upon others!" Gothie teased.
As the gothic elf spoke Amira beheld her reflection on a bell on the silly Christmas hat the sexy elf wore. She could see her own reflection although it was not her face. Her captors let her catch her breath for a second. As Amira's chest rose and fell she was thankful for the mask. She felt the cool air tugging at her hot skin which was exposed for the crowd.
"Tickle her feet again!" Someone in the crowd shouted out as Amira caught her breath.
Amira suddenly noticed that her feet felt different, more luxurious. She still wore her new boots but had some festive red and green socks and her feet felt soft and tingly inside the snug black leather. The red haired elf worked the crowd as Amira looked around. Her sudden appearance on the stage had left her shocked. As she looked around she beheld all manner of Christmas paraphernalia as well as the set of stocks that she remembered from last year's show. Confusingly they looked used. She suddenly remembered two or three things that had been said:
'the middle part of the show'.... 'saw the video's... 'tickle her feet AGAIN'...
Amira did not have long to contemplate the impossibility of her situation as the the elves began removing her cherished right boot. Her leg was held up for the crowd who delighted in watching her curl, flex and splay her toes as her foot was held out in front of her. The redheaded elf was teasing the crowd and Amira, making them both wait for sock tickles that they knew were coming. When they did it took three elves to hold Amira still as she shrieked and struggled.
Amira tried to kick with her free leg by was rewarded with tickles to the backs of her knees and her sides. Soon her sock was removed to reveal her small immaculate sole. Amira was shocked, she tried to take care of her feet but had little time to herself between errands and chores. Now freed of her sock her foot seemed softer and smoother like she had received a pedicure but also bright pink. She only caught a glance in a mirror that was being positioned for the crowd and was still busy trying to escape with her one free limb but to no avail. The elves had her!
With an impossible pantomime-like routine the elves rotated the X-frame about 30° so that she was no longer facing the crowd directly. Amira's right foot was brought up behind her and secured in straps underneath the X-frame and the mirror positioned so that the crowd could see. The tickle torture resumed to the crowd's delight with Ellie using the feathers on her neck whilst the red haired elf and her many accomplices resumed tickling Amira's sides, underarms tummy and thighs. The real torture came from Gothie who used her sharp nails on Amira's freshly exposed right foot.
The nails felt worse than anything Amira had felt so far and caused her to beg incoherently as they scratched and skittered over her arch in a well practised torturous dance. Just as Amira thought things couldn't get any worse one of the other elves began holding back her toes stretching the arch taut. Amira's body began to ache from struggling and finally her right foot was freed from the straps only to be returned to be resecured to the X-frame.
"Do you want to see if her left foot is as ticklish?!" The red haired elf addressed the crowd.
"YEEESSS!" Came the thunderous response.
"Oh! I get to tickle her left foot! Don't I?" Piped up a petite elf with pig tails that Amira hadn't focused on so far.
Amira was de-booted and de-socked in the same humiliating pantomime routine to the delight of the crowd. Then her left foot brought up behind her in the same fashion as her right had been. The elf with pig-tails had short but effective nails that danced a terrible dance on her left arch. Her right foot was not spared torture back at the X frame. The little shelf or bracket she had stood on was too low down without her boot and she was held in place instead by straps and hands and tickled all over. Ellie took a turn tickling Amira's left foot leaving the elf with pig tails to tease her with the feathers.
"Oh oh oh! Don't enjoy this too much the crowd is watching!" The cute petite elf chided as she flickered the feathers along Amira's neck and chin.
Amira didn't understand what she meant at first being too hysterical. Gothie joined in cooing as she tickled the spot just to either side of Amira's breasts.
"The crowd can't see yet but you are showing your delight at being submissive!" She whispered and giggled. Loving the way her captive bounced in the cute watermelon pattern top.
Amira squirmed and struggled. She loved to imagine these tortures happening to other women, in fact this was tame compared to the punishments she fantasised about inflicted upon women she spied at salon's and bars... She had always dreaded such tortures happening to her but now that they were; her body was responding unexpectedly with a similar but different arousal, her breasts tingling and her nipples getting hard.
Amira had a brief respite as her left foot was returned to the X-frame. She struggled wishing for the protection of her boots and the little shelves she had stood on. The elves were removing these from the X-frame as their red haired leader addressed the crowd. To Amira's horror the X-frame was tilted back so she faced the sky at 45° this exposed her soles which were being made vulnerable with toe-ties. As Amira struggled the elves extended each arm of the X-frame essentially stretching her just slightly as if she was on a rack.
"No please!...." Amira begged as her short cute toes were fully tied back to the little mini-stocks that had replaced the straps for her ankles.
Their victim's bondage complete the elves set to work. The petite elf with pig-tails took her left foot whilst Gothie took the right using their sharp terrible nails to drive their victim insane. Even this would be enough to torture the short sensitive woman to madness but two or three of the other elves positioned electric flossers and toothbrushes between her trapped toes sending her straight to tickle hell. Ellie was tickling her thighs taking full advantage of the soft skin protected only by the cute watermelon print shorts. Her soft fingers were a torturous turn on that Amira didn't understand; being thoroughly over stimulated by the many other elves tickling her tummy, sides and the backs of her knees. It seemed like they left no spot untouched except her neck which was now the reserve of the red haired elf who teased her between addressing the crowd.
"There you go honey!... How are you enjoying that ticklish neck?!"
It was a question that entertained the crowd but had another meaning for Amira. She hadn't noticed but her neck not being her own seemed to make it more ticklish. She briefly caught glimpses of her own reflection and was reminded of the strange magic that made her face not her own.
The red haired elf worked the crowd who had demanded this 'ultimate torture'. Amira didn't know how much more she could take. She had been gagged with an enormous gobstopper style lollypop that felt soft and tasted sweet. She shook her head from side to side and hairbrushes were used on her soles. The torture seemed endless, her cruel captors always finding some new toy, trick or technique to make her squirm and suffer.
"You love this!" One of the elves insisted.
Finally Amira was turned back upright to face the crowd. Her chest rose and fell asleep she took deep breaths. The watermelon print top did not disguise her hard nipples which Ellie concealed by flourishing two feathers as the elves posed for the crowd with their work of art..it had been pure torture but Amira felt amazing, her skin felt amazing against the soft fabric of her favourite clothes.
"What do you say do you want the blonde again?!" The red haired elf addressed the crowd.
Around half of the crowd cheered 'Yes' whilst the other half made various cries to see Amira's torture continue: 'put her in the stocks again!' being the most common cry but inconsistently made by the crowd. This gave the red haired elf the licence to spin the X-Frame.
The mirror had been moved from behind Amira so she could see herself as the ever-versatile bondage equipment was prepared for one last trick. As it was spun she squealed missing her cherished boots which lay on stage with the socks stuffed inside them. In a whir of movement the stage disappeared only to reappear, swapping for the strange café where she had been trapped to the peculiar device. It was like a carnival ride or a flick book and Amira's exhausted senses played tricks on her as she spun. In the mirror she was sure she spotted a blonde woman in the same bondage she was in. Suddenly her surroundings came into focus and she was back in the café strapped the X-frame wearing her boots and the cute stolen outfit.
Oddly enough she was still as exhausted and aroused as she had been on stage. She beheld her three captors with a mixture of anger and trepidation. How they had done this to her she had no idea. The petite elf with pig-tails was gone, Amira remembered her from last year's show but she began to fade as did her memory of her own humiliation on stage.
"And that's how we did the X-frame trick last year!" The red haired elf declared.
Amira narrowed her eyes still remembering the gothic elf's cruel nails and the red haired elf's taunts. Her mind swirled as her bonds were released and she sagged into Ellie's arms.
"You won't do that to me again!" She weakly protested.
"We already have done, poppet!" The red haired elf quipped.
Vague memories of stage lights and the faces in the crowd were attached to a dreadful panic deep in Amira's psyche... 'the stocks!.... they are going to put me in the stocks!' she thought as she tried to remain focused as her captors cooed and fussed.
Amira was dressed in a colourful Christmas skirt and given a festive Christmas jumper to wear that had reindeer and snowflakes displayed on the warm soft wool. Weakly she protested that she didn't want to go on stage.
"Oh yes you do! You will want to go on stage to tickle the blonde!" The red haired elf declared.
"Not on stage again!" Amira blearily moaned as if waking up from a dream.
"But if you don't go up on stage, you won't get to tickle the blonde!" The red haired elf replied, loving the way the mask let her play with this mortal's memory and perception.
Amira was dressed and ready to go. She left the café without a notion anything was wrong as the vague shapes on the edge of her perception sipped their coffee and slurped their soup, their perceived presence and indistinct chatter all but an illusion.
The four women went back through the arch of holly and ivy festooned with Christmas decorations. Amira stayed close to Ellie and stole glances at the sultry gothic elf. She remembered the two women getting tickled together last year on stage with another elf with pig-tails. Something just made her want the tall soft skinned woman to herself... 'No!... She would share her with Ellie!... They could stretch her out on a rack and make her beg!...'
As Amira fantasised about tickling the gothic elf for a Long!... Long! Time, the sultry performer made her excuses and headed to the stage. There were more people around now and the many elves were busy making the final touches as the excited crowd grew.
"They don't need me at first so I will stay with you for a bit" Ellie softly said.
Amira liked Ellie and felt comfortable as they quietly watching a sobbing blonde fix her makeup before heading away. The blonde woman looked oddly familiar to Amira, but she couldn't place her.
The show was starting and the red haired elf was working the crowd talking about Christmas presents and the time of year. It was like a silly pantomime at first with the elves making silly slapstick jokes. Amira wished they would just get a woman in the stocks already and was about to ask Ellie a question about the X-frame she remember from last year's show when she realised that there was already a woman on stage: it was a blonde in a red and white Christmas dress who almost seemed to sparkle to Amira.
The red haired elf was talking about spreading Christmas cheer and making people smile. Lots of silly jokes that Amira found annoying 'just get to the torture already!' there was some kind of golden ticket thing, a reference to a film that Amira didn't understand. As she watched the blonde wiggle her feet in their red strappy sandals Ellie passed her something and whispered;
"Don't forget yours"
Amira turned the golden card over and saw the number 193 embossed jin the foil. As she looked down she heard the red haired eld declare;
"Number: one, nine, three!"
Amira's heart skipped a beat, she turned to Ellie but her friend had gone. Probably to not make it looked rigged. Amira couldn't believe she was going to get to go on stage and tickle the temptress who was the epitome of the kind of western woman she longed to torment with cruel tortured.
Amira made her way to the stage in daze, she hesitated as there could be someone who knew her in the crowd but something half remembered told her that even if there was they would not recognise her. Under the stage lights her inner nervous butterflies made her tremble, she was keen to get her hands on the blonde but something about looking out at the small crowd made her nervous, it was like she had been here before.
"Okay so what is your name?" The red haired elf asked holding out a microphone.
"Ami..eeena!" Amira answered, some strange instinct making her use a fake name after the first syllable of her own.
"Well Ameena it is great you have volunteered to help us demonstrate a unique way to spread Christmas cheer, if you would just like to take seat..."
Amira complied as the red haired elf turned to address the crowd. Suddenly with a start she realised she was sitting in the stocks and the blonde was gone. The many elves were securing her wrists in little cuffs and holding each of her ankles. Amira began to struggle but to no avail, there were too many of them.
"Oh it seems that our volunteer is having some second thoughts! I wonder why that might be!..."
As she glanced around frantically Amira caught sight of the gothic elf and the elf with pig tails posing with two enormous feathers that were taller than they were. As Amira began to struggle Ellie appeared from amongst the throng of elves and began to comfort her.
"It is okay! We are only going to inflict an eighth of the torture you long to inflict upon others...."
"Where... Wh?... What happ... The blonde?!" Amira asked bewildered as the elves began securing her arms above her head.
"That is what we call an illusion, it was to lure you here. It is okay! You will get used to her little tricks in time!" Ellie purred.
As Amira panicked she was sure she had seen many of the crowd before. She did not have time to try and work out confused memories of being on stage before as the red haired elf was starting to play with her boots. The elves had close the stocks over Amira's booted ankles but no locked them. The poor small woman was so hopefully out numbered she could only protest as her prized boots were unzipped and removed revealing her socked feet.
The crowd laughed at the red haired elf's direction. Amira was wearing one tatty black sock and a brown sock darned with black wool. The lead elf made a big display of waving her hand in front of her face and leading the crowd in mockery.
"Oh my Ameena I haven't seen socks like these since the seventeen hundreds when there was a wool shortage!" She mocked.
Amira squirmed. She had been taught by her grandmother to mend clothes and had so little money to spend on herself. Slowly her socks were removed revealing first a thinner pair of clean white socks without repairs and then Amira's small cute feet.
The crowd laughed as the stocks were properly secured. The padding in the holes expanding to snuggly hold Amira's ankles. Two stern elfs put on marigold gloves as a third approached with a bowl of hot soapy water.
"Hygiene is important to remember this time of year so before we give our volunteer a free pedicure we are going to give her feet a wash!"
The elves set to work scrubbing Amira's soles with the brushes making her laugh and squirm. Two elves scrubbed her arches, heels and the balls of her feet whilst two more used electric cleaning brushes to clean her toes making her howl and bark between protests.
"No stop!" She angrily demanded, infuriated at the lack of control she had.
"Stop but we haven't even started yet!" The red haired elf replied.
After the intense scrubbing Amira's soles were treated to a tickly pedicure that was on average less torturous than the scrubbing. The elves demonstrated products for sale that removed dead skin and made skin sensitive, Amira remembered this from last year and knew that they were building up to something worse. To keep the crowd entertained the red haired elf asked them if they wanted to see a magic trick. As they responded with an intrigued 'yes!' the red haired elf turned to Amira and asked;
"And what about you Ameena? Do you want to see a magic trick?"
"Does it involve getting me out of these stocks?" Amira asked cheekily. She had meant to say 'does it involve making YOU disappear but something behind her eyes changed the words in her mouth.
"Not quite!" The lead elf replied seizing the hem of Amira's Christmas jumper and giving it a tug.
Suddenly Amira was sitting in her cute stolen top as her captor held up her borrowed jumper to the cheers of the growing crowd. The trick wasn't over, after show-boating to demonstrate that it was a real jumper the red haired elf screwed it up into a ball and threw it up into the air where it exploded into a ball of scrabbling feathers. The crowd gasped as two doves and two crows flew off in different directions.
"They left me with these!..." The red haired elf announced; holding up a handful of white, and a handful of black feathers....
".... What do you suggest we do with them?"
The crowd laughed and replied discordantly that they should tickle with them. Amira was stunned, Ellie, Gothie and the kinky elf with pig tails where the first to receive the feathers and began teasing her neck and outstretched underarms much to her dismay. She felt more exposed in her cute top and had vague memories of feathers exploring her soft body through it that she could not explain. For the second time she realised her underarms had been shaved and exfoliated at some point without her knowledge, a sudden realisation that held such an iron-solid sense of déjà-vu she was certain she was being messed with.
The enforced pedicure was nearly complete. It was being cruelly finalised by the demonstration of two hair dryers with variable heat settings that were used to roast poor Amira's soles to a delightful shade of pink. The soft prizes glowed like roasted hams having been coated with special potions to increase her sensitivity. Throughout her ordeal Amira had begged and pleased for her captors to 'stop tickling her' even before the feathers were introduced to her upper body.
With their victim's soles presented as two taut canvases of sensitivity in their toe-ties, the red haired elf addresses the crowd;
"So throughout her pedicure our lovely volunteer has asked us to 'stop tickling her' admittedly we teased her with some feathers at your direction.... But we need to clarify her confusion..."
Amira squirmed dreading what would come next.
".... So that she understands what tickling truly is we will now demonstrate some for her... Just so she understands the difference!" The red haired elf concluded
As Amira protested "Nooo!" A gag formed of a giant gobstopper with raspberry bootlace straps was secured in her open mouth by the kinky petite elf with the pig tails.
"Yes! You are taking this! This is the torture you long to inflict upon others!" The petite elf purred in her captive's ear as she secured the bootlaces with deft clever fingers.
Amira was sure the gobstopper gag tasted and felt familiar. But she did not have time to contemplate this as the red haired elf was holding something up for the crowd to see.
”These are sometimes used to mark Christmas pastries and the sharper ones are used to mark holes in leather to keep the stitches nice and straight" the red haired elf explained. A close-up of the spiked metal wheel mounted on a wooden handle was projected onto two screen, the crowd looked from the two screens to the stage in awe.
Amira had forgotten about the screens and shyly curled her toes knowing they would be projected larger than life for all to see, somehow the close-ups of her face didn't bother her. Something inside told her 'they are your feet' but without acknowledgement she knew that the face she wore was not her own.
The little metal wheels where awful. The began slowly at her heels and worked their way up her arches. They proved effective on her toes and the balls of her feet too, especially when slowly drawn across the very top of the spot just below her toes which was vulnerable and exposed due to the toe-ties. The elves then used them faster making her squeal. The real torture began after the red haired elf uttered the awful words;
"However, If you really want to spread Christmas cheer the answer is at your fingertips..."
As she spoke all the elves put down the little wheels and used their fingertips on her soft red arches. Amira screamed into her gag and thrashed. The elves tickled from either side of the stocks so that the crowd could see. They circulated until Gothie, Ellie and the kinky elf with the pig-tails took pride of place with their long sharp nails. With their victim's soles reddening they slowed and slapped the soles softly as if to say 'good job' the slaps didn't hurt but Amira knew they would make her more ticklish.
She enjoyed a brief respite as the red haired elf addressed the crowd again. Her soles were massaged with a soothing lotion that despite feeling good, was guaranteed to raise her sensitivity even further. With an awful dread Amira realised through tear speckled eyes what was coming next. It was hairbrush time! Amira knew that these were brutal and softly whimpered as she looked at Ellie.
"You have no choice sweetie! Same as the women you will get to torture will have no choice!" Ellie whispered.
Although the words were of little comfort to Amira as her soles were assaulted by the hairbrushes she silently acknowledged that she would get to be the torturer at some point because of this ordeal. Given the choice she would not have suffered through more than a minute's sorry of torment to get this privilege. The hairbrushes vibrated and drove her to the brink of madness. Ellie and Gothie had slunk around the stocks to tickle her sides and underarms whilst the elf with pig-tails was tormenting Amira's thighs with clever fingers.
"Don't stray too far up Kinky!" Ellie chided
"I don't need to, this one is ready to pop!" The petite elf replied, Amira wasn't sure if she had heard the petite elf called 'Kinky' last year but silently acknowledged the name.
What she had yet to realise was how aroused she was. Ellie shifted to torment the backs of her knees with her soft fingertips so she could keep an eye on Kinky. Amira's nipples were hard but the watermelon print and the stocks camouflaged this enough. Despite being utter torture something about being driven this far into hysteria was making Amira feel good. Her body was red hot and heaving. Suddenly she squealed as the elves tipped snow over her hot body.
Amira could not focus on the banter with the crowd but the phrase "Quench a Wench" made it through the haze of torment from the red haired elf's routine. The snow was cold against her hot skin but she also felt frustrated as the torture stopped, it felt as if something amazing would have happened had she been pushed just a little further. The snow strangely didn't get her clothes wet and was gathered up by the elves who used it to have a silly snowball fight to entertain the crowd.
The gobstopper gag was removed and Ellie brought her a drink and soothed her by stroking her hair. During the brief intermission Amira heard someone in the crowd say;
"That is the one she was with earlier she must be an actor!"
Amira had heard this so many times last year but it was so much worse now that she was the one in the stocks.
The elves finished their snowball fight and just as Amira thought it might be the end of her turn she beheld something that made her heart sink. 'it was the woman with the guide dogs!'
Amira had loved this part of the show last year. A woman had a golden retriever and a black lab' on leashes both wearing reindeer antlers and festive body warmers. Her heart sank as she saw the elves with a bucket of 'reindeer food' with wooden spoons and brushes.
Amira was surprised by how submissive her voice sounded as she begged and pleased with her captors as the sticky substance was applied with tickly brushes. The dogs began sniffing her toes which was already too much to bear.
"Go on have it!" The dogs handler commanded causing them both to lick Amira's trapped soles. Amira shrieked and squirmed, her exhaustion making her desperation seem like submissive acceptance. This was part of her favourite fantasy to imagine inflicting upon others. This was usually an early step usually before the scrubbing, roasting and bastinado in her own fantasies. The accounts Amira had read online about such tortures did nothing to prepare her for how rough the dogs tongues were. Each lick seemed worse and when they found her toes she hit the roof to the crowd's delight.
When the dogs were finally finished Amira hung limp in silent laughter, the elves had been tickling her sides to keep her squirming. But she was not finished yet. True to her own fantasy her soles were scrubbed once again and then roasted, this time the elves found a way to make slapping her soles with a wooden spoon part of the pantomime routine. Finally Amira's soles were glowing bright red, hypersensitive to the point that even the softest feather was agony: a point that was demonstrated to the delight of the crowd. Amira was re-gagged and forced to endure soft finger-tips, then sharp fingernails, then the little spiky wheels again and finally the hairbrushes. Red faced and hysterical Amira felt her heart racing. Kinky was tickling her thighs again whilst Ellie and Gothie were teasing her neck and underarms with feathers again.
"Kinky is under strict instructions not to go much higher!" Ellie whispered in Amira's ear.
"If you climax just from being tickled tortured the boss has decided to have some fun with you down below..." Gothie added.
"And it is much...much worse down there!" Both elves added in unison, curling their toes in their stripey tights protected by comical festive shoes.
Each had half remembered memories of the torments they experience in the liminal space these stocks led to.
Amira was delirious. The elves at her feet had begun using all manner of electronic hygiene tools on her toes alongside smaller scrubbing brushes all over her arches and heels. Something about the way Kinky was tickling her thighs whilst two other elves tickled her tummy, hips and sides was both unbearable and enticing. Every touch felt light little lighting bolts that ran through her body to hit all the other little lighting bolts. They were strange little lightning bolts that she didn't mind being shocked by.
Finally she could take no more and exploded into her first ever orgasm. It was a full body orgasm that hit her like a freight train and shook her again and again until it felt like she was falling. It took five seconds for her to realise that the delicious tickle torture had stopped and in fact she was indeed falling. She continued to climax hard as the wind whipped past her sweat-soaked body passing up and between her hot legs and pulling her long back hair behind her. She fell for longer than was possible as if the stage was built over a mine-shaft. As her first ever orgasm finally subsided she felt utter terror as in the darkness she just kept falling and falling.
To be continued...
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