ticklishscribe
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Sinister Sadie,
Written by Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by a Killer tickler.
c. 2003
Cassie shivered again and writhed even more intensely, the chains on the stretch rack rattling with an ominous jingle. She had suddenly decided that she didn’t want to do this and that she wanted out.
“My, my. We do want out of those don’t we? As if you felt that for one minute that I was going to let you out. No, I’m afraid that letting you go is not part of my plan at the moment. After all, it is only 9 am in the morning and I have yet to start the clock. And your three hours don’t begin until I have started the clock.”
“Please, please no, I don’t want to do this.”
“Of course you want to do this.” Sadie leaned forward and kissed Cassie on the lips then stroked her long blond hair out of her eyes.
Cassie was a complete swimsuit issue unto herself. Tall, toned and tanned. Full figured with long golden blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. To top it all off, she had those measurements that would make any guy stop and fantasize. But right now she was buck naked, spread eagle and tied taught to Sadie’s stretch rack.
It was partly because of Cassie’s looks that Sadie had chosen her as her latest victim to tickle torture. As a tickler she liked tickle torturing body-toned Babes into senseless cowering little wimps. Domination and power were her foundations and tickle torture was the tool with which she expertly attained it. Stroke by stroke she would render her victims emotionally helpless and senseless, making them scream and beg for their freedom.
As Sadie got up, Cassie eyed her every move and Sadie reached for a large red plastic toolbox. She positioned the box with the lid that when opened, would block Cassie’s view of what was inside.
“GOD, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU! I’VE CHANGED MY MIND, I WANT OUT!”
“Hmmmm, you’re curious about my pleasure chest are you.” Said Sadie, ignoring her pleas. “Well it’s full of goodies for which to tickle torture you with. Would you like to see them?” She opened the box and then removed two stiff eagle feathers.
The sight of the feathers made her shiver and writhe more.
“These are really lovely on armpits.”
She jerked at Sadie’s remark, but tried not to show any emotion.
“Trying to hold back the emotions are we?“ Sadie smiled and put the feathers on the table. “You forget that I will be thoroughly and fastidiously cruel, so that there isn’t a ticklish area on your entire body that I don’t know intimately and thoroughly, devilishly, relentlessly, sadistically, torturously and evilly tickle to the max.”
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU!”
“Sorry sweetheart, but you’re tied and there’s no backing out now. And so meet Dusty, my trusty feather duster. A very handy lady to have around and she tickles voraciously and incessantly.” Sadie paused and flicked it in her direction.
Cassie writhed once more trying anything to back away from the duster and save her self from its fiendishly soft and torturous tendrils.
“PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU! I’LL PROMISE YOU ANYTHING IF YOU WON’T TICKLE ME. I’LL FIND YOU SOMEONE WHO IS MUCH MORE TICKLISH THAN ME!”
“Sorry sweetheart, but judging by the way you’re acting who could be more ticklish than you, hmmm? One manual toothbrush, a real toe tickler and also very exquisite on arches as well. I’m sure yours will delight with this one.”
She shook her head and screamed “NO”, still trying to back away.
“One electric toothbrush: always constant and merciless. Many an exquisite moment I’ve had with this, to the misfortune of my ticklees of course.”
She could well imagine Sadie using that on her. The whirring brushes circling all her ticklish areas non-stop, tormenting her with an endless, merciless and torturous abandon.
“Ah yes, my massage vibrator; I would never be without this. This works exquisitely on taught soles. It’s guaranteed to have you in oblivion in no time. And it’s great on armpits, ribs and tummies as well. Not to mention inner thighs, and that womanhood of yours.”
“NO PLEASE! NO SEXUAL STIMULATION! NO I COULDN’T TAKE THAT! AND WHAT’S IN THAT BLACK CONTAINER?”
“OOOH, that interests you does it? Sadie Smiled evilly. “You will see in time my helpless one. But lets just say that it will really put you on the ceiling...”
Not knowing what was in the container was really unnerving her and she prayed that she wouldn’t use it.
“You will love it though. It’s so medieval, so dark ages, so gothically magical.”
This latest statement unnerved her even more and she once more shook her head and pleaded with her eyes.
My, my, begging with our eyes now are we? Oh how nice. We shall have such fun today and it’s only 9 15.” Sadie then began to tease and taunt Cassie about what she would do to her. “Oh my this is really gonna tickle oh so bad and I’m glad it’s you and not me that’s tied helpless!”
Her fingernails began to lightly tease the tender skin or her deep hollows of Cassie’s now wide-open armpits and she started screaming and violently writhing. Sadie smiled and continued the teasing.
“OOOH... You’re going to be so exquisite. So shall we begin? It’s torture time... So let me set the clock for your three hour tickle torture.”
Sadie then returned to teasing Cassie’s armpits, then with a lightning swiftness she dug all ten fingers into the deep hollows and Cassie rocketed off the rack with off the wall and off the scale screaming and writhing. Sadie’s relentless and torturous tickling fingers were everywhere, stroking and teasing, digging in and wrenching and wrecking those pits. Sadie was a tickle torturer with a capital torture.
“I’m going to make you suffer through pure hell for three hours sweetheart. This is nothing compared to what’s coming up.”
She then stopped tickling the armpits and smiled evilly. Taking a feather she eyed it all over, sighting methodically down the quills with precision, then carefully adjusted a few of the tendrils, eyed it again and smiled evilly. She then blew gently on the feather to see how the tendrils moved, as if to see which would be the best way to stroke it.
Cassie was really unnerved by this display of cold, cruel efficiency and now began whimpering and begging for mercy again.
“GOD PLEASE NO! PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE DON’T USE THAT, I’LL DIE!”
“Aren’t you just so precious.” Sadie commented with a fiendish giggle. “Those big blue eyes pleading with piteous abandon, lips quivering with the chills of what’s to come and a voice so virginally innocent and insecure. OOOH, You just make me want to tickle you for six hours!”
“O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D NOOOOOOOOOO!” Cassie went ballistic, begging and violently struggling to get free.
Sadie began dragging the feather down Cassie’s forearm and she immediately began to scream again. The closer Sadie got to her armpits, the more she screamed, the louder her screams got and the more she violently writhed, trying to escape the feather’s touch. With one quick simultaneous flick in the armpits, Cassie was off and screaming non-stop. Sadie was having great fun tormenting her armpits with a diabolical and methodical fiendishness and she expertly picked away at them, demolishing them one millimetre at a time.
“Tell me, would you like to play elevator?”
Cassie writhed intensely. ”I-I-I J-JUST W-WANT TO BE S-SET F-FREE, PLEASE, PLEASE JUST STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!”
Sadie ignored her pleas and continued demolishing her armpits. “You want to know more about the game of elevator hmmmmm? Well that’s where I take you all the way up to within a micrometer of an orgasm and just as you get to the edge, I let you drop back down to the basement!”
“PLEASE NO, PLEASE, PLEASE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I COULDN’T TAKE THAT!”
“But you can Cassie and you will, you will. But first more tickling!” Sadie dropped the feather and dug five fingers into Cassie’s right armpit.
Cassie was in total panic and was on the verge of going insane. While she had been tickled before, this was far beyond even her wildest nightmares and what she had experienced before. She felt sure that she would be wrecked before the three hours were up; that her sanity would be thoroughly demolished. While she knew that Sadie was showing no signs of mercy or even knowing what the word meant, a small part of her still held out for the hope that some minute scrap of mercy would be granted to her.
But Sadie increased the pace of the tickling, thoroughly torturing her armpits non-stop and enjoying every second of her torment. And the torment was increasing even more as Sadie now added Cassie’s top ribs into the tickling. There were assaulted and firmly rubbed all over and under. She had a way of getting under the ribs and tickling from below and this torture was driving Cassie thoroughly crazy.
Cassie bucked, writhed and screamed relentlessly, trying desperately to avoid the fiendishly torturous and relentless fingers. Her entire body ached and her writhing now came in almost non-stop jerks. Her laughter went from screaming to guttural to silent, but she never stopped laughing.
“Are we having fun yet sweetheart? Are we having the time of our life and do we want more. I know I do, but what about you? I don’t hear you answering and I need to know.”
“STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, GODAMMIT, NO, PLEASE, I DON’T WANT THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She left the tender ribs and now spider tickled Cassie’s milky-white tummy. Like the armpits and ribs, each stroke was pure torture and she tried squirming out of reach. But Sadie just kept on tickling and tickling and tickling.
“AHHH, have you had a belly full? Well I haven’t had a belly full yet.” And with that she dug her fingers into the tummy once more, setting off another round of screams. The more Cassie screamed the more Sadie tickled.
“You don’t like my tickling your tummy hmm. Well that’s no problem, I’ll just go to your feet!”
“NO! NO! NOT THE FEET! NOT THE FEET!” Cassie suddenly went ballistic and violently writhed all over, practically shaking the stretch rack.
“Yes sweetheart the feet. But first.”
Sadie then took a ruler and began to measure Cassie’s feet, measuring the length and width. Cassie’s feet writhed at her touch but Sadie was able to follow them effortlessly and finish measuring.
“As I thought, size 10. And now to provide you with a very torturous piece of trivia about your feet. Each sole has an area of 46 and 1/8 square-inches of ticklish surface. That’s a grand total of 92 and ½ square-inches of ticklish surface. Isn’t that just exquisite my dear?”
Cassie shuddered at the figure and her feet writhed every which way but loose. Sadie smiled evilly at her predicament and continued talking.
“92 and ½ square inches for me to tickle torment and torture relentlessly and mercilessly! I’ll bet that makes you want to pee your little heart out. Just remember what happens if you do though. One extra half hour of extreme foot tickle torture.”
“PLEASE NO! I DON’T WANT THIS! PLEASE NO, NO!”
Sadie dug her fingers into Cassie’s arches and tickled and tickled and tickled, rapetickling her arches for all they were worth. The soft, sensitive skin was really turning Sadie on and the more Cassie writhed and screamed with laughter, the more she tickled. Her fingers flew over the arches revving, raking and relentlessly and thoroughly tickling.
Cassie’s feet volcanically burned with tickles and they writhed all over. While Sadie was able to follow Cassie’s soles wherever they went, she still felt they had too much movement and felt that something should be done about it.
“It looks as though I shall have to tie your toes back my dear.”
“NO, GOD, PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!”
Sadie ignored her and set about tying her toes back starting with the big toes. As each toe was tied, Cassie got more violent in her writhing and louder in her screaming. Sadie delighted in tying the toes back and she played a slow and torturous game of piggies as she did so. She almost couldn’t tell which drove Cassie crazier, the game of piggies or tying her toes back.
Sadie then reached over and took a pen off the table.
“You know there’s so many ways that I want to tickle and torture your feet that I’m going to have to write them down and the soles of your feet look as good a place to write.”
“NO PLEASE! DON’T DO THAT! THAT WILL BE PURE TORTURE AND I CAN’T TAKE THAT! PLEASE NO!”
Sadie began to slowly write at length and in small print, every detail of how she will tickle and torture the feet and Cassie screamed and writhed like never before.
“Stay still sweetheart, you’re messing up my detailed notes.”
Sadie wrote and wrote and wrote and after 30 minutes of writing on both soles, she smiled evilly and admired her work.
“While I like the scroll like print, I think the writing on your soles looks ugly and so I’ll just have to scrub it all off.”
“NO.” Screamed Cassie. “PLEASE GOD, DON’T DO THAT! I DON’T WANT YOU TO SCRUB MY FEET! I DON’T WANT THE SCRUB BRUSH! PLEASE GOD NO! I CAN CLEAN THEM WHEN I GET HOME!”
“Oh, you’re hoping to go home are you? Hmmm!” Sadie got some warm water and a stiff scrub brush, and proceeded to dive into every nook and cranny that she had written on and scrubbed thoroughly and like crazy. This was pure torture for Cassie and she laughed, shrieked and screamed as the scrubbing went on and on and on. Sadie took her time scrubbing, again getting every little nook and cranny.
“AHHH, what’s the matter Cassie? Don’t you want your feet to be clean and ink free. Of course you do, and so I have to scrub every inch of skin that I wrote on, even under your toes. And besides, I can’t let you leave here with feet covered in ink. I always clean up my messes and boy did I make a mess on your feet.
“NO GODDAMMIT, PLEASE QUIT IT! QUIT SCRUBBING MY FEET AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
This however didn’t perturb Sadie as she stopped scrubbing and vigorously rapetickled the arches once more.
Cassie’s laugh was guttural again and came in non-stop jerks. Sadie could see that the rapetickling of her arches was really getting to her and causing her extreme suffering. Her head snapped from side to side, her whole body contorted and twisted, trying to avoid the torturous fingers.
“OHHHHHHSSSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!”
“But I told you, you can sweetheart and you will!” Sadie’s fingers dived into the arches and relentlessly and torturously tickled the living shit out of them.
“I told you at the beginning that I was going to be ruthless, sadistic and merciless and I meant it. And so I think I’ll speed things up a bit with some oil on your feet.”
“NO, GOD, PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!”
Sadie reached for the bottle of oil and squirted a good amount on Cassie’s left sole. She then vigorously rubbed it in and Cassie went hysterically ballistic.
“STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, GODAMMIT, NO, PLEASE, I DON’T WANT THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The oil allowed Sadie’s fiendish fingers to go faster and burrow harder into the tender arches and this drove Cassie into wild ticklish abandon. She jerked and writhed and screamed with laughter. To her this was a living nightmare and she was going through pure hell.
To Sadie, this was pure heaven and it was getting better and better. Cassie was the tickler’s dream to the finite degree. There wasn’t a millimetre on her entire body that wasn’t intensely ticklish and Sadie was having a heavenly time exploring.
“That screaming of yours my dear, while it is delightful and exquisite, it is getting to me and so I’m afraid I am going to have to gag you.”
“NO! NO! PLEASE NO! I’LL BE GOOD AND QUIET! I PROMISE!”
“I don’t want you to be quiet… I want you to be helpless, defenceless and going crazy and out of your mind for me. Can you promise me that, hmmm?”
Sadie reached for small ball gag and tried to place it into Cassie’s mouth, but Cassie clenched her mouth shut. Sadie tried to pry Cassie’s mouth open, but she kept it closed.
“It looks as though I shall have to force you to open it my dear.” With that she pinched Cassie’s nose closed, cutting off her intake of air through it. Cassie struggled to break free but Sadie’s grip was firm and Cassie could feel her need for air growing stronger.
“The only way you’ll get air now my dear, is to open your mouth. And I think I can help you with that.”
Sadie let go of Cassie’s nose, dug her fingers into her armpits and Cassie screamed with laughter. That was all Sadie needed and the wedged the ball gag in her mouth, then proceeded to tie it at the back of her head.
“There… Are we comfy?” Sadie cooed to her then kissed her on the right cheek. “You want some more feet? Oh the agony I am putting you through is just exquisite; at least from my point of view. I’d love to go double or nothing; I get double the time for tickling you, and you get the nothing in the way of freedom. So don’t sweat the small tickles sweetheart, as the big tickles are just around the corner!”
The two words” big tickles” sent Cassie further into a writhing frenzy and she strained at and fought the bonds even more than before. She was hysterical in every sense of the word and beyond.
“Perhaps I should tell you that I plan on using itching powder on your feet and oil on your breasts and armpits. And I will leave you to the mercy of the itching powder and that when you beg for me to scratch those itching areas, I will do so by tickle scratching. Oh yes. I also plan to use liberal amounts of the powder on your pussy as well. Care for a wussy pussy, hmmm?”
Cassie screamed through the gag, tried to form words and violently shook her head. Sadie just smiled and continued tickling.
“Lets give your feet a rest and tickle your armpits and ribs again shall we?”
Again Cassie screamed through the gag and tried to form words, but nothing understandable came out.
“Oh, I wish you’d speak plainly so that I could understand you. Then I would know what it is you want.” Sadie smiled and let her fingers ballet over Cassie’s tender spasming ribs. They went from tip to tip and back again, following the soft smooth contours of her tender skin. Then she really dug in and let fly.
Cassie practically rocketed off the bed and writhed as much as she could. She was in the worst agony she had ever experienced and it was getting worse and it looked like it would never end. She lifted her head and strained to look over at the clock to see what time was left on it, but a big dig to the ribs flopped her back down on the bed again.
“Sorry sweetheart, but you don’t need to know what time it is, as time isn’t on your side anyway. But it is time for more feet.”
Sadie dug into the left arch with ten fingers and was delighted as Cassie screamed incoherently and volcanically shook the stretch rack. The rack was getting a good workout and so was Cassie and this delighted Sadie no end. Her ten fingers glided over the oily arch, flying faster, digging deeper and tickling more torturously than before. Moving over to the right foot she was met with the same exquisite reaction and she tickled even harder. She looked at Cassie to see her eyes clenched tightly shut and her mouth clenched hard around the ball gag.
“Now don’t you put any teeth marks in my ball gag, or you’ll get another half hour of intense foot tickle torture. And all it will take is one mark.”
Cassie screamed through the gag and begged with her eyes again. The torturous tickling made her bare down on the gag and there was no way she could get it out of her mouth.
“Perhaps I should remove the gag. After all, I do like hearing you beg me to stop, as useless as your begging is.”
Sadie removed the gag and Cassie fought for every once of breath she could instantly get. Her jaw was sore from bearing down on the gag and her mouth was dry.
Sadie eyed and scrutinized the gag very carefully, rotating it in her hand and then shook her head. “I see teeth marks and those will most certainly cost you another half hour of intense foot tickle torture.”
“OHMYGOD PLEASE NO MORE TICKLING, I COULDN’T HELP BITING INTO IT. PLEASE NO MORE TICKLING!!!”
“I told you the rules and you broke them sweetheart; so another half hour. And those half hours are really adding up for you.” She then came up to the top of the stretch rack, leaned over, placed her fingers in Cassie’s armpits and began digging in hard.
Cassie violently rocketed off the rack and screamed for all she was worth. Sadie’s fingers were everywhere, digging into and probing the deep recesses, spider tickling the fringes. And her fingers were merciless, relentless and torturous, really working her into frenzy.
“AHH, your armpits are exquisite but let’s not forget those ribs shall we?” Immediately her fingers dove on the helpless, defenceless, ticklish ribs and she dug in between them.
Cassie arched her back and screamed once more, followed by peels of guttural laughter. Like the armpits, Sadie’s fingers were all over and in between the ribs, playing accordion and piano at the same time. Cassie tried every which way to get away from the relentless and torturous fingers but her struggles were useless.
“LET ME UP PLEASE, I HAVE TO PEE. PLEASE I HAVE TO PEE!”
“You are not going anywhere sweetheart, and if you pee on my stretch rack, you will face the maximum consequences. Now let’s check that bladder of yours to see if you’re telling me the truth.”
Sadie began to massage Cassie’s tummy and found a very full bladder. She watched as Cassie writhed with each stroke and even the slightest pressure on her bladder. Cassie knew that if Sadie kept up the stroking and massaging she would pee on the rack.
“AHH yes, you will pee eventually, I will see to that. But while your tummy and ribs are as exquisite as your armpits, I still love your feet over all. And so…”
“OHMYGODNOOOOO!!! PLEASE NO MORE FEET!!! PLEASE NO MORE FEET!!!
“But first, I need to get you in the mood.” And with that she began to stroke Cassie’s womanhood. Her fingers stroked and teased the tender lips, causing them to flinch and pulsate.
Cassie giggled at this latest touch, but also began moaning as well. Her giggles returned when Sadie brought a feather into play and also began stroking her inner thighs. She used just the tip of the feather on the already reddening lips and stroked in between them. Cassie tried everything to close her legs, but it was impossible. She could feel an orgasm coming on, feel it welling up inside of her, her loins ready to explode.
“I want you to have the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had sweetheart, because it has been proven that after an orgasm a woman is 100% more ticklish and I want you the maximum ticklish when I return to your feet.
Cassie screamed and put every ounce of strength into closing her legs, but she couldn’t. She also tried desperately to stop the orgasm welling up inside of her, but it was no use. Her loins exploded and a rich geyser of love juices erupted forth.
Sadie stopped and tasted the love juices and smiled. “My, how wonderful. Here let me clean you up with my tongue!”
Cassie tried again to close her legs, knowing that Sadie’s tongue would cause her to orgasm all over again She wondered that if a woman was 100% more ticklish after a single orgasm, how much more ticklish would she be after more than one.
Sadie’s tongue was relentless and everywhere licking up every drop and even going over the same area several times. Cassie could feel another orgasm ready to explode and tried to keep it in but with no success. Sadie squealed with delight as a new stream of love juices flowed out and she proceeded to lick up every drop.
“MMMMM!” She said rubbing her lips together to get the last of it. “I think your feet are exquisitely ready for my next assault, and when it comes to tickling them now, you haven’t seen anything yet.
At that moment the buzzer on the clock went off and Cassie practically jumped off the rack.
“THE THREE HOURS ARE UP, THE THREE HOURS ARE UP! NOW LET ME GO PLEASE!”
Sadie smiled and ran her fingers up Cassie’s soles, digging deeply into the arches. “Sorry sweetheart, but that’s only the end of the first hour, there’s still two more to go.”
Cassie exploded once more, only this time she didn’t orgasm. She found herself peeing on the stretch rack and now matter how hard she tried to stop she couldn’t.
Sadie frowned at the large yellow puddle forming between Cassie’s legs. “And these next two hours are going to be the worst of your life.”
Written by Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by a Killer tickler.
c. 2003
Cassie shivered again and writhed even more intensely, the chains on the stretch rack rattling with an ominous jingle. She had suddenly decided that she didn’t want to do this and that she wanted out.
“My, my. We do want out of those don’t we? As if you felt that for one minute that I was going to let you out. No, I’m afraid that letting you go is not part of my plan at the moment. After all, it is only 9 am in the morning and I have yet to start the clock. And your three hours don’t begin until I have started the clock.”
“Please, please no, I don’t want to do this.”
“Of course you want to do this.” Sadie leaned forward and kissed Cassie on the lips then stroked her long blond hair out of her eyes.
Cassie was a complete swimsuit issue unto herself. Tall, toned and tanned. Full figured with long golden blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. To top it all off, she had those measurements that would make any guy stop and fantasize. But right now she was buck naked, spread eagle and tied taught to Sadie’s stretch rack.
It was partly because of Cassie’s looks that Sadie had chosen her as her latest victim to tickle torture. As a tickler she liked tickle torturing body-toned Babes into senseless cowering little wimps. Domination and power were her foundations and tickle torture was the tool with which she expertly attained it. Stroke by stroke she would render her victims emotionally helpless and senseless, making them scream and beg for their freedom.
As Sadie got up, Cassie eyed her every move and Sadie reached for a large red plastic toolbox. She positioned the box with the lid that when opened, would block Cassie’s view of what was inside.
“GOD, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU! I’VE CHANGED MY MIND, I WANT OUT!”
“Hmmmm, you’re curious about my pleasure chest are you.” Said Sadie, ignoring her pleas. “Well it’s full of goodies for which to tickle torture you with. Would you like to see them?” She opened the box and then removed two stiff eagle feathers.
The sight of the feathers made her shiver and writhe more.
“These are really lovely on armpits.”
She jerked at Sadie’s remark, but tried not to show any emotion.
“Trying to hold back the emotions are we?“ Sadie smiled and put the feathers on the table. “You forget that I will be thoroughly and fastidiously cruel, so that there isn’t a ticklish area on your entire body that I don’t know intimately and thoroughly, devilishly, relentlessly, sadistically, torturously and evilly tickle to the max.”
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU!”
“Sorry sweetheart, but you’re tied and there’s no backing out now. And so meet Dusty, my trusty feather duster. A very handy lady to have around and she tickles voraciously and incessantly.” Sadie paused and flicked it in her direction.
Cassie writhed once more trying anything to back away from the duster and save her self from its fiendishly soft and torturous tendrils.
“PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU! I’LL PROMISE YOU ANYTHING IF YOU WON’T TICKLE ME. I’LL FIND YOU SOMEONE WHO IS MUCH MORE TICKLISH THAN ME!”
“Sorry sweetheart, but judging by the way you’re acting who could be more ticklish than you, hmmm? One manual toothbrush, a real toe tickler and also very exquisite on arches as well. I’m sure yours will delight with this one.”
She shook her head and screamed “NO”, still trying to back away.
“One electric toothbrush: always constant and merciless. Many an exquisite moment I’ve had with this, to the misfortune of my ticklees of course.”
She could well imagine Sadie using that on her. The whirring brushes circling all her ticklish areas non-stop, tormenting her with an endless, merciless and torturous abandon.
“Ah yes, my massage vibrator; I would never be without this. This works exquisitely on taught soles. It’s guaranteed to have you in oblivion in no time. And it’s great on armpits, ribs and tummies as well. Not to mention inner thighs, and that womanhood of yours.”
“NO PLEASE! NO SEXUAL STIMULATION! NO I COULDN’T TAKE THAT! AND WHAT’S IN THAT BLACK CONTAINER?”
“OOOH, that interests you does it? Sadie Smiled evilly. “You will see in time my helpless one. But lets just say that it will really put you on the ceiling...”
Not knowing what was in the container was really unnerving her and she prayed that she wouldn’t use it.
“You will love it though. It’s so medieval, so dark ages, so gothically magical.”
This latest statement unnerved her even more and she once more shook her head and pleaded with her eyes.
My, my, begging with our eyes now are we? Oh how nice. We shall have such fun today and it’s only 9 15.” Sadie then began to tease and taunt Cassie about what she would do to her. “Oh my this is really gonna tickle oh so bad and I’m glad it’s you and not me that’s tied helpless!”
Her fingernails began to lightly tease the tender skin or her deep hollows of Cassie’s now wide-open armpits and she started screaming and violently writhing. Sadie smiled and continued the teasing.
“OOOH... You’re going to be so exquisite. So shall we begin? It’s torture time... So let me set the clock for your three hour tickle torture.”
Sadie then returned to teasing Cassie’s armpits, then with a lightning swiftness she dug all ten fingers into the deep hollows and Cassie rocketed off the rack with off the wall and off the scale screaming and writhing. Sadie’s relentless and torturous tickling fingers were everywhere, stroking and teasing, digging in and wrenching and wrecking those pits. Sadie was a tickle torturer with a capital torture.
“I’m going to make you suffer through pure hell for three hours sweetheart. This is nothing compared to what’s coming up.”
She then stopped tickling the armpits and smiled evilly. Taking a feather she eyed it all over, sighting methodically down the quills with precision, then carefully adjusted a few of the tendrils, eyed it again and smiled evilly. She then blew gently on the feather to see how the tendrils moved, as if to see which would be the best way to stroke it.
Cassie was really unnerved by this display of cold, cruel efficiency and now began whimpering and begging for mercy again.
“GOD PLEASE NO! PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE DON’T USE THAT, I’LL DIE!”
“Aren’t you just so precious.” Sadie commented with a fiendish giggle. “Those big blue eyes pleading with piteous abandon, lips quivering with the chills of what’s to come and a voice so virginally innocent and insecure. OOOH, You just make me want to tickle you for six hours!”
“O-O-OH-M-MYG-G-G-GOD-D-D-D NOOOOOOOOOO!” Cassie went ballistic, begging and violently struggling to get free.
Sadie began dragging the feather down Cassie’s forearm and she immediately began to scream again. The closer Sadie got to her armpits, the more she screamed, the louder her screams got and the more she violently writhed, trying to escape the feather’s touch. With one quick simultaneous flick in the armpits, Cassie was off and screaming non-stop. Sadie was having great fun tormenting her armpits with a diabolical and methodical fiendishness and she expertly picked away at them, demolishing them one millimetre at a time.
“Tell me, would you like to play elevator?”
Cassie writhed intensely. ”I-I-I J-JUST W-WANT TO BE S-SET F-FREE, PLEASE, PLEASE JUST STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!”
Sadie ignored her pleas and continued demolishing her armpits. “You want to know more about the game of elevator hmmmmm? Well that’s where I take you all the way up to within a micrometer of an orgasm and just as you get to the edge, I let you drop back down to the basement!”
“PLEASE NO, PLEASE, PLEASE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I COULDN’T TAKE THAT!”
“But you can Cassie and you will, you will. But first more tickling!” Sadie dropped the feather and dug five fingers into Cassie’s right armpit.
Cassie was in total panic and was on the verge of going insane. While she had been tickled before, this was far beyond even her wildest nightmares and what she had experienced before. She felt sure that she would be wrecked before the three hours were up; that her sanity would be thoroughly demolished. While she knew that Sadie was showing no signs of mercy or even knowing what the word meant, a small part of her still held out for the hope that some minute scrap of mercy would be granted to her.
But Sadie increased the pace of the tickling, thoroughly torturing her armpits non-stop and enjoying every second of her torment. And the torment was increasing even more as Sadie now added Cassie’s top ribs into the tickling. There were assaulted and firmly rubbed all over and under. She had a way of getting under the ribs and tickling from below and this torture was driving Cassie thoroughly crazy.
Cassie bucked, writhed and screamed relentlessly, trying desperately to avoid the fiendishly torturous and relentless fingers. Her entire body ached and her writhing now came in almost non-stop jerks. Her laughter went from screaming to guttural to silent, but she never stopped laughing.
“Are we having fun yet sweetheart? Are we having the time of our life and do we want more. I know I do, but what about you? I don’t hear you answering and I need to know.”
“STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, GODAMMIT, NO, PLEASE, I DON’T WANT THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She left the tender ribs and now spider tickled Cassie’s milky-white tummy. Like the armpits and ribs, each stroke was pure torture and she tried squirming out of reach. But Sadie just kept on tickling and tickling and tickling.
“AHHH, have you had a belly full? Well I haven’t had a belly full yet.” And with that she dug her fingers into the tummy once more, setting off another round of screams. The more Cassie screamed the more Sadie tickled.
“You don’t like my tickling your tummy hmm. Well that’s no problem, I’ll just go to your feet!”
“NO! NO! NOT THE FEET! NOT THE FEET!” Cassie suddenly went ballistic and violently writhed all over, practically shaking the stretch rack.
“Yes sweetheart the feet. But first.”
Sadie then took a ruler and began to measure Cassie’s feet, measuring the length and width. Cassie’s feet writhed at her touch but Sadie was able to follow them effortlessly and finish measuring.
“As I thought, size 10. And now to provide you with a very torturous piece of trivia about your feet. Each sole has an area of 46 and 1/8 square-inches of ticklish surface. That’s a grand total of 92 and ½ square-inches of ticklish surface. Isn’t that just exquisite my dear?”
Cassie shuddered at the figure and her feet writhed every which way but loose. Sadie smiled evilly at her predicament and continued talking.
“92 and ½ square inches for me to tickle torment and torture relentlessly and mercilessly! I’ll bet that makes you want to pee your little heart out. Just remember what happens if you do though. One extra half hour of extreme foot tickle torture.”
“PLEASE NO! I DON’T WANT THIS! PLEASE NO, NO!”
Sadie dug her fingers into Cassie’s arches and tickled and tickled and tickled, rapetickling her arches for all they were worth. The soft, sensitive skin was really turning Sadie on and the more Cassie writhed and screamed with laughter, the more she tickled. Her fingers flew over the arches revving, raking and relentlessly and thoroughly tickling.
Cassie’s feet volcanically burned with tickles and they writhed all over. While Sadie was able to follow Cassie’s soles wherever they went, she still felt they had too much movement and felt that something should be done about it.
“It looks as though I shall have to tie your toes back my dear.”
“NO, GOD, PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!”
Sadie ignored her and set about tying her toes back starting with the big toes. As each toe was tied, Cassie got more violent in her writhing and louder in her screaming. Sadie delighted in tying the toes back and she played a slow and torturous game of piggies as she did so. She almost couldn’t tell which drove Cassie crazier, the game of piggies or tying her toes back.
Sadie then reached over and took a pen off the table.
“You know there’s so many ways that I want to tickle and torture your feet that I’m going to have to write them down and the soles of your feet look as good a place to write.”
“NO PLEASE! DON’T DO THAT! THAT WILL BE PURE TORTURE AND I CAN’T TAKE THAT! PLEASE NO!”
Sadie began to slowly write at length and in small print, every detail of how she will tickle and torture the feet and Cassie screamed and writhed like never before.
“Stay still sweetheart, you’re messing up my detailed notes.”
Sadie wrote and wrote and wrote and after 30 minutes of writing on both soles, she smiled evilly and admired her work.
“While I like the scroll like print, I think the writing on your soles looks ugly and so I’ll just have to scrub it all off.”
“NO.” Screamed Cassie. “PLEASE GOD, DON’T DO THAT! I DON’T WANT YOU TO SCRUB MY FEET! I DON’T WANT THE SCRUB BRUSH! PLEASE GOD NO! I CAN CLEAN THEM WHEN I GET HOME!”
“Oh, you’re hoping to go home are you? Hmmm!” Sadie got some warm water and a stiff scrub brush, and proceeded to dive into every nook and cranny that she had written on and scrubbed thoroughly and like crazy. This was pure torture for Cassie and she laughed, shrieked and screamed as the scrubbing went on and on and on. Sadie took her time scrubbing, again getting every little nook and cranny.
“AHHH, what’s the matter Cassie? Don’t you want your feet to be clean and ink free. Of course you do, and so I have to scrub every inch of skin that I wrote on, even under your toes. And besides, I can’t let you leave here with feet covered in ink. I always clean up my messes and boy did I make a mess on your feet.
“NO GODDAMMIT, PLEASE QUIT IT! QUIT SCRUBBING MY FEET AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
This however didn’t perturb Sadie as she stopped scrubbing and vigorously rapetickled the arches once more.
Cassie’s laugh was guttural again and came in non-stop jerks. Sadie could see that the rapetickling of her arches was really getting to her and causing her extreme suffering. Her head snapped from side to side, her whole body contorted and twisted, trying to avoid the torturous fingers.
“OHHHHHHSSSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!”
“But I told you, you can sweetheart and you will!” Sadie’s fingers dived into the arches and relentlessly and torturously tickled the living shit out of them.
“I told you at the beginning that I was going to be ruthless, sadistic and merciless and I meant it. And so I think I’ll speed things up a bit with some oil on your feet.”
“NO, GOD, PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!”
Sadie reached for the bottle of oil and squirted a good amount on Cassie’s left sole. She then vigorously rubbed it in and Cassie went hysterically ballistic.
“STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, GODAMMIT, NO, PLEASE, I DON’T WANT THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The oil allowed Sadie’s fiendish fingers to go faster and burrow harder into the tender arches and this drove Cassie into wild ticklish abandon. She jerked and writhed and screamed with laughter. To her this was a living nightmare and she was going through pure hell.
To Sadie, this was pure heaven and it was getting better and better. Cassie was the tickler’s dream to the finite degree. There wasn’t a millimetre on her entire body that wasn’t intensely ticklish and Sadie was having a heavenly time exploring.
“That screaming of yours my dear, while it is delightful and exquisite, it is getting to me and so I’m afraid I am going to have to gag you.”
“NO! NO! PLEASE NO! I’LL BE GOOD AND QUIET! I PROMISE!”
“I don’t want you to be quiet… I want you to be helpless, defenceless and going crazy and out of your mind for me. Can you promise me that, hmmm?”
Sadie reached for small ball gag and tried to place it into Cassie’s mouth, but Cassie clenched her mouth shut. Sadie tried to pry Cassie’s mouth open, but she kept it closed.
“It looks as though I shall have to force you to open it my dear.” With that she pinched Cassie’s nose closed, cutting off her intake of air through it. Cassie struggled to break free but Sadie’s grip was firm and Cassie could feel her need for air growing stronger.
“The only way you’ll get air now my dear, is to open your mouth. And I think I can help you with that.”
Sadie let go of Cassie’s nose, dug her fingers into her armpits and Cassie screamed with laughter. That was all Sadie needed and the wedged the ball gag in her mouth, then proceeded to tie it at the back of her head.
“There… Are we comfy?” Sadie cooed to her then kissed her on the right cheek. “You want some more feet? Oh the agony I am putting you through is just exquisite; at least from my point of view. I’d love to go double or nothing; I get double the time for tickling you, and you get the nothing in the way of freedom. So don’t sweat the small tickles sweetheart, as the big tickles are just around the corner!”
The two words” big tickles” sent Cassie further into a writhing frenzy and she strained at and fought the bonds even more than before. She was hysterical in every sense of the word and beyond.
“Perhaps I should tell you that I plan on using itching powder on your feet and oil on your breasts and armpits. And I will leave you to the mercy of the itching powder and that when you beg for me to scratch those itching areas, I will do so by tickle scratching. Oh yes. I also plan to use liberal amounts of the powder on your pussy as well. Care for a wussy pussy, hmmm?”
Cassie screamed through the gag, tried to form words and violently shook her head. Sadie just smiled and continued tickling.
“Lets give your feet a rest and tickle your armpits and ribs again shall we?”
Again Cassie screamed through the gag and tried to form words, but nothing understandable came out.
“Oh, I wish you’d speak plainly so that I could understand you. Then I would know what it is you want.” Sadie smiled and let her fingers ballet over Cassie’s tender spasming ribs. They went from tip to tip and back again, following the soft smooth contours of her tender skin. Then she really dug in and let fly.
Cassie practically rocketed off the bed and writhed as much as she could. She was in the worst agony she had ever experienced and it was getting worse and it looked like it would never end. She lifted her head and strained to look over at the clock to see what time was left on it, but a big dig to the ribs flopped her back down on the bed again.
“Sorry sweetheart, but you don’t need to know what time it is, as time isn’t on your side anyway. But it is time for more feet.”
Sadie dug into the left arch with ten fingers and was delighted as Cassie screamed incoherently and volcanically shook the stretch rack. The rack was getting a good workout and so was Cassie and this delighted Sadie no end. Her ten fingers glided over the oily arch, flying faster, digging deeper and tickling more torturously than before. Moving over to the right foot she was met with the same exquisite reaction and she tickled even harder. She looked at Cassie to see her eyes clenched tightly shut and her mouth clenched hard around the ball gag.
“Now don’t you put any teeth marks in my ball gag, or you’ll get another half hour of intense foot tickle torture. And all it will take is one mark.”
Cassie screamed through the gag and begged with her eyes again. The torturous tickling made her bare down on the gag and there was no way she could get it out of her mouth.
“Perhaps I should remove the gag. After all, I do like hearing you beg me to stop, as useless as your begging is.”
Sadie removed the gag and Cassie fought for every once of breath she could instantly get. Her jaw was sore from bearing down on the gag and her mouth was dry.
Sadie eyed and scrutinized the gag very carefully, rotating it in her hand and then shook her head. “I see teeth marks and those will most certainly cost you another half hour of intense foot tickle torture.”
“OHMYGOD PLEASE NO MORE TICKLING, I COULDN’T HELP BITING INTO IT. PLEASE NO MORE TICKLING!!!”
“I told you the rules and you broke them sweetheart; so another half hour. And those half hours are really adding up for you.” She then came up to the top of the stretch rack, leaned over, placed her fingers in Cassie’s armpits and began digging in hard.
Cassie violently rocketed off the rack and screamed for all she was worth. Sadie’s fingers were everywhere, digging into and probing the deep recesses, spider tickling the fringes. And her fingers were merciless, relentless and torturous, really working her into frenzy.
“AHH, your armpits are exquisite but let’s not forget those ribs shall we?” Immediately her fingers dove on the helpless, defenceless, ticklish ribs and she dug in between them.
Cassie arched her back and screamed once more, followed by peels of guttural laughter. Like the armpits, Sadie’s fingers were all over and in between the ribs, playing accordion and piano at the same time. Cassie tried every which way to get away from the relentless and torturous fingers but her struggles were useless.
“LET ME UP PLEASE, I HAVE TO PEE. PLEASE I HAVE TO PEE!”
“You are not going anywhere sweetheart, and if you pee on my stretch rack, you will face the maximum consequences. Now let’s check that bladder of yours to see if you’re telling me the truth.”
Sadie began to massage Cassie’s tummy and found a very full bladder. She watched as Cassie writhed with each stroke and even the slightest pressure on her bladder. Cassie knew that if Sadie kept up the stroking and massaging she would pee on the rack.
“AHH yes, you will pee eventually, I will see to that. But while your tummy and ribs are as exquisite as your armpits, I still love your feet over all. And so…”
“OHMYGODNOOOOO!!! PLEASE NO MORE FEET!!! PLEASE NO MORE FEET!!!
“But first, I need to get you in the mood.” And with that she began to stroke Cassie’s womanhood. Her fingers stroked and teased the tender lips, causing them to flinch and pulsate.
Cassie giggled at this latest touch, but also began moaning as well. Her giggles returned when Sadie brought a feather into play and also began stroking her inner thighs. She used just the tip of the feather on the already reddening lips and stroked in between them. Cassie tried everything to close her legs, but it was impossible. She could feel an orgasm coming on, feel it welling up inside of her, her loins ready to explode.
“I want you to have the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had sweetheart, because it has been proven that after an orgasm a woman is 100% more ticklish and I want you the maximum ticklish when I return to your feet.
Cassie screamed and put every ounce of strength into closing her legs, but she couldn’t. She also tried desperately to stop the orgasm welling up inside of her, but it was no use. Her loins exploded and a rich geyser of love juices erupted forth.
Sadie stopped and tasted the love juices and smiled. “My, how wonderful. Here let me clean you up with my tongue!”
Cassie tried again to close her legs, knowing that Sadie’s tongue would cause her to orgasm all over again She wondered that if a woman was 100% more ticklish after a single orgasm, how much more ticklish would she be after more than one.
Sadie’s tongue was relentless and everywhere licking up every drop and even going over the same area several times. Cassie could feel another orgasm ready to explode and tried to keep it in but with no success. Sadie squealed with delight as a new stream of love juices flowed out and she proceeded to lick up every drop.
“MMMMM!” She said rubbing her lips together to get the last of it. “I think your feet are exquisitely ready for my next assault, and when it comes to tickling them now, you haven’t seen anything yet.
At that moment the buzzer on the clock went off and Cassie practically jumped off the rack.
“THE THREE HOURS ARE UP, THE THREE HOURS ARE UP! NOW LET ME GO PLEASE!”
Sadie smiled and ran her fingers up Cassie’s soles, digging deeply into the arches. “Sorry sweetheart, but that’s only the end of the first hour, there’s still two more to go.”
Cassie exploded once more, only this time she didn’t orgasm. She found herself peeing on the stretch rack and now matter how hard she tried to stop she couldn’t.
Sadie frowned at the large yellow puddle forming between Cassie’s legs. “And these next two hours are going to be the worst of your life.”
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