And what about this one ?
Who can draw such a tickling interrogation session ? BAC ? (He is the best)
Mary and the nice blond were frightened when the incredible laugh suddenly stopped. They were wondering what could have happened to the poor girl and if they were to be next. They heard a door opened and some people walking outside their room. The noise made by the shoes on the floor seemed to increase in intensity: “no! they are not coming here?”, hoped both Mary and the blond. Alas the stepping noise stopped just in front of their wooden door. The large door opened heavily to reveal 3 beautiful ladies only lit by the few surrounding candles: one seemed older than the 2 others; her face looked very severe with large dark eyes, and her hair tightly bound behind her head like a horse tail. She wore tight black clothes that revealed her nicely shaped tall body. The only apparent skin was her face and her hands.
“Let me introduce you my 2 expert servants, girls”, said Rebecca as all 3 of them were moving towards the space between Mary and the blond.
“Here are Kelly the blond, and Catherine the brunette”
Kelly was a beautiful tall blond with long hair. Her large green eyes were like 2 emeralds on her pretty pale face. She made a large smile towards a frightened Mary who couldn’t believe the incredible length of her fingernails. Kelly wore a thin black bikini that revealed the nicer curved belly she ever saw: it was more than flat; it was curved inside with a long oval shaped navel. Her long legs ended with high-heeled open sandals that revealed high-arched feet.
Catherine looked smaller than Kelly. She had 2 sky-blue eyes like wolves with a thin black sphere in the middle: frightening! It seems that she would just eat Mary and the bound blond just by looking at them. Her fingernails were also very long but not as much as Kelly. Her black hair was middle length. She also had a nice flat tummy revealed by a large hole in the middle of her black clothes. Her panty stopped at the ankles to reveal a very nice pair of high-heeled open sandals with straps that showed entirely the top and the arches of her tanned feet.
The bound blond girl suddenly shouted:
“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t do this anymore! This is too much for me! Just release me please. What happened to the girl we could hear? What happened to her?!”
“It is not to you to ask the questions my dear !”, replied Rebecca.
”You know that you are not here to be interrogated, but because you are punished for robbery. So you just have to wait for your full torture week to end: it is just 3 days from now. Be patient!”, Rebecca added.
“But who is there?”, asked Rebecca musically, looking at a defenseless and terrified Mary.
“So, you succeeded in escaping our well guarded jail. But, you didn’t have time to leave us completely. And do you know why the jail sent you to me, to my ‘talking dungeon’? mhm ? Any idea ?”, said a smiling Rebecca.
“Because you are a spy, a very dangerous one as I have been told. That’s one reason!”, shouted a severe Rebecca.
“Because you tried to escape our jail. That’s a second reason!”, said a frightening Rebecca.
“And…finally… because I was told that you must be…ticklish !? Am I wrong ?”, said a sadistically smiling Rebecca.
“That’s 3 reasons to be TICKLE TORTURED during 3 long days!”, she added abruptly.
A tear appeared on Mary’s nice frightened pale face. Her little voice full of emotion could be heard for the first time.
“I…I…I don’t have anything to do with any spying! You must understand that it’s a mistake! A great mistake! I escaped the jail because I…I…was afraid. It is not true: I’m not the spy you are looking for. Understand me! Understand me! Have pity!”
“What happens! The great spy is afraid of some little tickling? Don’t worry, you are right: tickle torture is terrible especially when performed by my expert servants here against who you can’t do anything because of these rings pinning you naked on this heavy wooden table like a butterfly. Imagine their long fingernails crawling all over your smooth skin: Catherine, my expert foot tickler, will scratch the exposed and defenseless soles of your feet. She is simply unbearable because she tickles like hell. In 10 seconds, your belly muscles will spasm by laughing and your feet will flex, camber and move in all directions, and you will be just a quivering ticklish body under her hands. But that’s not all. Kelly is my belly tickler expert: you will hate her terrible hands after only 3 seconds of scratching your tummy. You will simply laugh and laugh defenselessly. You will have difficulties to breathe. In less than 5 minutes you will talk and talk and talk everything you know about your spying mission, like a babbling clown. But your torment will last longer than that because you need to be punished for the other reasons I mentioned before. Are you ready for that?”, finished Rebecca.
“You are a sadistic mad woman! You need to be under this torture as well! You…mmmmm…ggggg….gggghehehhee…ggheeeheeheehee…stoooop…iiiiiiiit…stop that feather….stop iiiiiiit….not under my feeeeeeeeeet…mmmnnnmmhhmm heeee…mmhehehehe…that tiiiickles…sheeeeee iiiiiiis tiiiiiickliiiiiiing meeeeeee….”,musically giggled Mary as Catherine was gently passing a long thin feather under the extremely deep arch of her left foot.
“Even a simple feather under your nice foot makes you giggle? What the hell will it be with the nails!”
“…ggggllllhehehehe….he he he he he he….hahhahahhahaha….that tiiiiickLLLES….uuuuWWHHHAAAAAAA…HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA….WHA HAA HAA HAA HAAHAAHAAAAAAaaaaa….HEHEHEHEHEHEEEE heeeeeee…stopit stopit…hehehehe…iiiit tiiiiickles tooooo much….hehehehhe….I can’t stop laughiIIIIING…heheheheeeeee…I…I….I’m…mmmmmmhh…. hehehehehehe verryyyy….hehehehehe….tiiiickllll…iiiishhhh….heeeeeheeee….hahahaha…under the soles …. Hahahahaha….of my feeeeeeeeet….hahahahaha…..hehehehehe….not the soles not the soles….hehehehe…stop her stop her…she tiiickles ….she tiiiickles….hehehehee…stop that feather…stop that feather on my soles…hahahahha…stop it stopitstopit…hehehehehhe..hahahaha…”
“Incredible!”, said Catherine, “I merely touch the sole of her left foot! This girl is probably the most ‘ticklish under the soles of the feet’ I’ve ever seen during my long carrier as foot tickler! Look how she flexes her arch, desperately trying to escape my feather. That’s amazing how she can bend, camber, flex and move her very very deeply arched feet. And look at her incredibly long toes. Look how she can spread them; it is delicious! Just with one feather! I wonder if I am not going to pass it also in between her lovely toes like that! Mhm ? What do you think Mary? Tickle!Tickle!Tickle under your toes and ….Tickle!Tickle!Tickle under your deep arches!…unbearable isn’t it ?”, added Catherine while deliciously tickling Mary’s feet with the long and thin feather.
Mary was looking desperately at her bound feet at the other end of the table, by bending her head as much as she could within her bound arms, making her abs apparent. She never thought that she was able to flex her deeply curved arches, or spread her toes like that. She could only observe her tormented nicely shaped feet and toes moving reflexively in all directions to avoid that damned feather, by giggling musically. Her little high-pitch giggles filled the entire room, echoing on the cold walls.
“You have a very nice laugh”, said Rebecca, ”it’s a real pleasure to hear you. Give me only one reason to stop your torment, and I will ask Catherine to stop tickle torturing your nice feet”
“…hehehehehe…hhahahahahaha….mmmmmheheheHEHEHEheeeee….hAHAHAH hahahaha…woouuuuuAAAAAH…HAHAHAHAHA….HAHAHAHA….HAaahahaha …hihihihihihi…..AAAAAH…HAHAHAHA…HAHAHAHA….HAHAHAahahahahaha…mhiiii…mheeee….”, was the only answer Mary could give.
“OK!”,said Rebecca, “so continue this lovely tickle torment by teasing her a little, Catherine. It is so exciting.”
“Tickle!Tickle!Tickle….Tickle!Tickle!Tickle!….Kili!Kili!Kili!…Kili!Kili!Kili!….Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!….”,repeated Catherine while increasing slightly the speed of the feather along the changing curves of her definitely very very nice deep arches.
It was already 5 minutes now that the tickle torture had begun. Poor Mary was no more giggling now but laughing hardly, very hardly. It was deep belly laughs. One could see her abdominal muscles of her flat tummy flexing and relaxing following each of her longer laughs. She took longer and longer intake breath to throw this increasing amount of air through her longer laugh periods, while her long toes flexed and spread at an incredible speed under the feather torture.
Who can draw such a tickling interrogation session ? BAC ? (He is the best)
Mary and the nice blond were frightened when the incredible laugh suddenly stopped. They were wondering what could have happened to the poor girl and if they were to be next. They heard a door opened and some people walking outside their room. The noise made by the shoes on the floor seemed to increase in intensity: “no! they are not coming here?”, hoped both Mary and the blond. Alas the stepping noise stopped just in front of their wooden door. The large door opened heavily to reveal 3 beautiful ladies only lit by the few surrounding candles: one seemed older than the 2 others; her face looked very severe with large dark eyes, and her hair tightly bound behind her head like a horse tail. She wore tight black clothes that revealed her nicely shaped tall body. The only apparent skin was her face and her hands.
“Let me introduce you my 2 expert servants, girls”, said Rebecca as all 3 of them were moving towards the space between Mary and the blond.
“Here are Kelly the blond, and Catherine the brunette”
Kelly was a beautiful tall blond with long hair. Her large green eyes were like 2 emeralds on her pretty pale face. She made a large smile towards a frightened Mary who couldn’t believe the incredible length of her fingernails. Kelly wore a thin black bikini that revealed the nicer curved belly she ever saw: it was more than flat; it was curved inside with a long oval shaped navel. Her long legs ended with high-heeled open sandals that revealed high-arched feet.
Catherine looked smaller than Kelly. She had 2 sky-blue eyes like wolves with a thin black sphere in the middle: frightening! It seems that she would just eat Mary and the bound blond just by looking at them. Her fingernails were also very long but not as much as Kelly. Her black hair was middle length. She also had a nice flat tummy revealed by a large hole in the middle of her black clothes. Her panty stopped at the ankles to reveal a very nice pair of high-heeled open sandals with straps that showed entirely the top and the arches of her tanned feet.
The bound blond girl suddenly shouted:
“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t do this anymore! This is too much for me! Just release me please. What happened to the girl we could hear? What happened to her?!”
“It is not to you to ask the questions my dear !”, replied Rebecca.
”You know that you are not here to be interrogated, but because you are punished for robbery. So you just have to wait for your full torture week to end: it is just 3 days from now. Be patient!”, Rebecca added.
“But who is there?”, asked Rebecca musically, looking at a defenseless and terrified Mary.
“So, you succeeded in escaping our well guarded jail. But, you didn’t have time to leave us completely. And do you know why the jail sent you to me, to my ‘talking dungeon’? mhm ? Any idea ?”, said a smiling Rebecca.
“Because you are a spy, a very dangerous one as I have been told. That’s one reason!”, shouted a severe Rebecca.
“Because you tried to escape our jail. That’s a second reason!”, said a frightening Rebecca.
“And…finally… because I was told that you must be…ticklish !? Am I wrong ?”, said a sadistically smiling Rebecca.
“That’s 3 reasons to be TICKLE TORTURED during 3 long days!”, she added abruptly.
A tear appeared on Mary’s nice frightened pale face. Her little voice full of emotion could be heard for the first time.
“I…I…I don’t have anything to do with any spying! You must understand that it’s a mistake! A great mistake! I escaped the jail because I…I…was afraid. It is not true: I’m not the spy you are looking for. Understand me! Understand me! Have pity!”
“What happens! The great spy is afraid of some little tickling? Don’t worry, you are right: tickle torture is terrible especially when performed by my expert servants here against who you can’t do anything because of these rings pinning you naked on this heavy wooden table like a butterfly. Imagine their long fingernails crawling all over your smooth skin: Catherine, my expert foot tickler, will scratch the exposed and defenseless soles of your feet. She is simply unbearable because she tickles like hell. In 10 seconds, your belly muscles will spasm by laughing and your feet will flex, camber and move in all directions, and you will be just a quivering ticklish body under her hands. But that’s not all. Kelly is my belly tickler expert: you will hate her terrible hands after only 3 seconds of scratching your tummy. You will simply laugh and laugh defenselessly. You will have difficulties to breathe. In less than 5 minutes you will talk and talk and talk everything you know about your spying mission, like a babbling clown. But your torment will last longer than that because you need to be punished for the other reasons I mentioned before. Are you ready for that?”, finished Rebecca.
“You are a sadistic mad woman! You need to be under this torture as well! You…mmmmm…ggggg….gggghehehhee…ggheeeheeheehee…stoooop…iiiiiiiit…stop that feather….stop iiiiiiit….not under my feeeeeeeeeet…mmmnnnmmhhmm heeee…mmhehehehe…that tiiiickles…sheeeeee iiiiiiis tiiiiiickliiiiiiing meeeeeee….”,musically giggled Mary as Catherine was gently passing a long thin feather under the extremely deep arch of her left foot.
“Even a simple feather under your nice foot makes you giggle? What the hell will it be with the nails!”
“…ggggllllhehehehe….he he he he he he….hahhahahhahaha….that tiiiiickLLLES….uuuuWWHHHAAAAAAA…HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA….WHA HAA HAA HAA HAAHAAHAAAAAAaaaaa….HEHEHEHEHEHEEEE heeeeeee…stopit stopit…hehehehe…iiiit tiiiiickles tooooo much….hehehehhe….I can’t stop laughiIIIIING…heheheheeeeee…I…I….I’m…mmmmmmhh…. hehehehehehe verryyyy….hehehehehe….tiiiickllll…iiiishhhh….heeeeeheeee….hahahaha…under the soles …. Hahahahaha….of my feeeeeeeeet….hahahahaha…..hehehehehe….not the soles not the soles….hehehehe…stop her stop her…she tiiickles ….she tiiiickles….hehehehee…stop that feather…stop that feather on my soles…hahahahha…stop it stopitstopit…hehehehehhe..hahahaha…”
“Incredible!”, said Catherine, “I merely touch the sole of her left foot! This girl is probably the most ‘ticklish under the soles of the feet’ I’ve ever seen during my long carrier as foot tickler! Look how she flexes her arch, desperately trying to escape my feather. That’s amazing how she can bend, camber, flex and move her very very deeply arched feet. And look at her incredibly long toes. Look how she can spread them; it is delicious! Just with one feather! I wonder if I am not going to pass it also in between her lovely toes like that! Mhm ? What do you think Mary? Tickle!Tickle!Tickle under your toes and ….Tickle!Tickle!Tickle under your deep arches!…unbearable isn’t it ?”, added Catherine while deliciously tickling Mary’s feet with the long and thin feather.
Mary was looking desperately at her bound feet at the other end of the table, by bending her head as much as she could within her bound arms, making her abs apparent. She never thought that she was able to flex her deeply curved arches, or spread her toes like that. She could only observe her tormented nicely shaped feet and toes moving reflexively in all directions to avoid that damned feather, by giggling musically. Her little high-pitch giggles filled the entire room, echoing on the cold walls.
“You have a very nice laugh”, said Rebecca, ”it’s a real pleasure to hear you. Give me only one reason to stop your torment, and I will ask Catherine to stop tickle torturing your nice feet”
“…hehehehehe…hhahahahahaha….mmmmmheheheHEHEHEheeeee….hAHAHAH hahahaha…woouuuuuAAAAAH…HAHAHAHAHA….HAHAHAHA….HAaahahaha …hihihihihihi…..AAAAAH…HAHAHAHA…HAHAHAHA….HAHAHAahahahahaha…mhiiii…mheeee….”, was the only answer Mary could give.
“OK!”,said Rebecca, “so continue this lovely tickle torment by teasing her a little, Catherine. It is so exciting.”
“Tickle!Tickle!Tickle….Tickle!Tickle!Tickle!….Kili!Kili!Kili!…Kili!Kili!Kili!….Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!Kili!….”,repeated Catherine while increasing slightly the speed of the feather along the changing curves of her definitely very very nice deep arches.
It was already 5 minutes now that the tickle torture had begun. Poor Mary was no more giggling now but laughing hardly, very hardly. It was deep belly laughs. One could see her abdominal muscles of her flat tummy flexing and relaxing following each of her longer laughs. She took longer and longer intake breath to throw this increasing amount of air through her longer laugh periods, while her long toes flexed and spread at an incredible speed under the feather torture.
