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Hello! This series is sort of a Prequel to my last story, The Cackling Countryside. Each part will contain different characters and story based scenarios, introducing lots of different characters. Lets see how this goes, enjoy!
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Era for the setting is early 1800s.
The town of Lockridge was almost like most other rural villages of the Victorian era. Set in the boggy English countryside, the market town had a population of around 3000. The daily Market brought with it travellers from all over England, and even internationally. Livestock, clothing and rich spices were the main attraction for the locals and passing folk. The town also compromised of schools, stables, taverns, bars and the famous Farrington Estate which housed the Rich citizens of Lockridge. Overlooking the town on a large Hill, was Lockridge Nunnery, famed for it's strict teachings and way of life.
The Nunnery Covenant was home to around 50 dedicated Nuns who practiced and lived within the Covenant grounds, with the occasional trip into the main town permitted for the Nuns for certain activities. Lockridge Nunnery was run by Mother Superior Smith, who had a reputation in the town as a fierce and strict ruler. Standing at 5 ft 9 which a tall frame, the 57 year old had a fierce and intimidating look. She spent her earlier years as a head teacher in one of the local schools, bringing discipline and a knack of hard work to everyone around her.
Lockridge itself was ruled by Mayor Winston up until 10 years ago. A lazy, fat and pungent man who wasn't fit to dress himself in the mornings, let alone govern the town. It was due to this that during his sole tenure, the town got so bad that the church intervened. Thief, adultery, disrespectful behaviour and general debauchery gripped the town. The Church intervened, and it was decided by the Bishop of England that Mother Superior Smith would co-govern and rule alongside Mayor Winston, much to his dismay.
Mother Superior Smiths first action was to educate and discipline the known trouble makers of the town. The Covenant was ordered by Mother Superior to open its door to accommodate these delinquents for 'Therapy'. A new outhouse and basement had been constructed, which were used to treat and administer the Disciplinary actions. No one but those within the Covenant knew what went on in that building.
One by one, the town troublemakers and offenders were non-consensually taken from the town and brought to disciplinary within the Covenant. The kicking and screaming of the delinquents as they were ripped out of their homes, taverns and markets echoed throughout the Town as several Nuns restrained and carried them back to the Covenant at the behest of Mother Superior. The townfolk would often wonder what would happen to them. Some folk claimed they could hear shrieking laughter coming from the Covenant, but no one knew what really went on. All that was certain, was the behaviour of the town improved following the years of their partnership leading the town. Mother Superiors disciplinary policy was working and this encouraged parents, employers and vengeful citizens to even bring people people to them.
10 years since the policy was introduced, leads us to the current day. July 25th 1831, whereby Mother Superior continues to lead the Covenant.
"There will be silence during breakfast!" Bellowed Mother Superior. Sitting at the top of the dining hall, she watched over the Nuns as they sat and ate their breakfast after just finishing the morning prayers. Either side of Mother Superior sat two Senior Sisters. Sister Joan, a 45 year old 5 ft 2 lady who was quite badly overweight, and Sister Hilda, a 61 year old 5 ft 4 lady who was ever so frail, but looked menacing. The two Seniors helped run the Nunnery and Disciplinary block along with Mother Superior.
"Mother Superior, there were some letters handed to one of the sisters at the gate this morning. I've put them in your office on the desk" Sister Joan said.
"Thank you Sister Joan. No doubt more requests from the Town" replied Mother Superior. "The summer months always bring out the rotten behaviour of this town".
Sister Hilda leaned in "That reminds me Mother Superior, that Roman Gypsy gang was seen hanging around Market Square yesterday. There have been reports of thefts".
"Let's double up the monitoring please sister, inform the town guards. The Disciplinary block is rather busy at present, so let's not jump with haste" said Mother Superior.
"Yes Mother Superior" Responded Sister Hilda.
"Speaking of which, Sister Joan, will you please accompany me to the Disciplinary Block? I want to check in on our 'guests'. Sister Hilda, please watch the dining hall'
And with that, both Mother Superior and Sister Joan got up from their seats and proceeded to leave the dining area. A deafening silence fell in the dining hall as Mother Superior intimidatingly walked. The pitter patter of her shoes echoed as the Nuns kept their heads down in silence. This was not a lady to be messed with.
Exciting the main building, they briskly walked across the small courtyard to the bricked disciplinary outhouse block. A wooden double barreled door held the entrance to the block secure.
'Key if you will, Sister Joan" Barked Mother Superior.
"Yes Mother, time to see how our occupants habe slept" Sister Joan replied with a wry laugh.
The key twisted and turned in rusted out lock, with the door creeping open after a hefty push from Sister Joan. "Eurghhh, we really need to give this place a clean. That smell is getting worse" Grimaced Sister Joan. The smell of sweat and perfume hit them both hard as they entered the room. Mother Superior took in a deep sniff "That's a new perfume - who is that from" Mother Superior enquired. "That'll be Collette Dupont, that French tart from the brothel. She's been coercing the men of the guards tower into debt. Their wives have been up in arms about it". "Hmm, I see. Well, I'm sure we'll give her a nice warm welcome to the block" Mother Superior smiled.
The Disciplinary block was built with 7 separate rooms in a row. 6 were Discipline rooms, with each room contain a pair of heavy Oak stocks and chain attachment. The remaining room was for equipment and discarding objects from detainees.
Mother Superior paced down the corridor towards the first room, which had a note attached to the door explaining details of the occupants. Sister Joan grabbed the note and read it out loud.
Name - Charlotte Grumble (English)
Age - 23
Class - Lower
Crime - Stealing clothing from the market
"Aha, I've heard about this little thief. She's eluded us for many weeks, but the Sisters finally caught her last night. She was a real fighter apparently".
"The lower class ones always are" Mother Superior coldly responded.
Sister Joan unlocked the door and they both proceeded into the room. Sat there in the Stocks was Charlotte, with her frizzy red and matted hair flowing down her shoulders. She was visibly dirty and covered in soot. She worse a brown vest with brown trousers that were covered in holes. Her muddy Linen shoes protruding from the stocks swayed around.
"You fucking virgins. Let me out of this shit hole now" Charlotte barked.
"Child, we cannot allow you to leave. Thiefing is punishable with 3 days worth of disciplinary. This is the justice you deserve" Mother Superior snapped.
"It's for your own good, thief!" Sister Joan added in.
"WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS, I WILL BEAT BOTH YOUR UGLY HAGS UP. NOW LET ME THE FUCK OUT".
"Sister Joan, we cannot tolerate this language. I suggest we begin treatment immediately for her own sake. Please take the lead and I'll check on the other occupants"
"Yes Mother, with pleasure" Sister Joan smiled
As Mother Superior headed out the door and closed it, Sister Joan pulled up a stool with a smile and sat by the Protruding Linen shoes.
"Are you supposed to scare me? Haha. You're intimidating as my big toe" Charlotte laughed.
"That's an interesting comparison Child. Let us see if that's actually true" Sister Joan grinned
"W-what do you mean hag!?" Charlotte angrily and nervously quipped back.
Sister Joan extended out a hand and tugged off the muddy Linen shoe, revealing the slender bare foot of Charlotte Grumble. The foot was mostly red and orange from what looked like lots of running, with specs of mudd littering the heel and ball of her foot. Unpolished nails looked fairly clean despite the rest
Her.
"Peeeyew, thats a very sweaty foot Miss Grumble. How often do you wash?" Sister Joan giggled. The odour from her foot was incredibly cheesy and filled the room. "I guess spending your days thiefing and running does that" Sister Joan mocked.
"Put my fucking shoe back on you ugly virgin!!!" Charlotte raged, with her face now bright red.
"But how can I see your intimidating big toe?"
Sister Joan grabbed it between two fingers. She could feel the moist toe slip from her fingers as she tried to grasp it. "Hmm, lets get that big toe sorted". And with that, sister Joan tied a loop of string around the big toe, trapping it taut against the stocks.
"GET OFF MY TOE...I-..I CANT MOVE MY FOOT" Charlotte anguished.
"Oh that's perfect child. Now let's have a look at it...hmm, doesn't seem intimidating to me" Sister Joan laughed. "Oops, there's a bit of mud on it child". Joan extended a finger and gently swiped the mud on her toe pad. She could feel the trapped foot jolt.
"D-DONT TOUCH ME COW" Charlotte now bright red and worried.
"Oh but I'm only trying to clean the mud bits off" Sister Joan extended out her index finger and swiped the ball of her foot to clean the mud"
"GE-AHA-T..O-FF ME"
"Just as suspected, haha" Sister Joan laughed. "It appears the sweaty feet of our little thief here are rather ticklish"
Charlotte's eyes nearly bulged "Please...no....anything but that sister...I beg you"
"Hahaha, feeling a bit vulnerable now are we? Charlotte Grumble, for the crimes of stealing, your little tootsies are to spend the next 3 days with the Covenant".
"N-no...nooooo....get me out t-this....thing...i-i-i will leave town I swear" Charlotte pleaded
"It's too late for that, thief!". Joan began by ripping off Charlotte's other shoe. The bie toe was tied again leaving her soles taut.
"Let's punish these soles, repent Charlotte Grumble!!" Sister Joan roared. Her raised hands with nails pointed slowly moved towards her twitching feet as she grinned at the stocked thief.
NO....N-NO....NOOOOOAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTAHAHAHAHAPAHAHAHAHA...HELAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP MEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Sister Joan's fingers danced and traced over the bare feet of Charlotte Grumble, who could do nothing as Sister Joan worked over her immobile tender soles.
"Oh I'm going to tickle these soft sweaty feet until you piss your pants, you thieving brat!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Shrieked Charlotte, as tears begun to run down her face.
Outside the room, Mother Superior smiled to herself as she heard the thief erupt in laughter. She paced over to the next room and picked up the note on the door, which intrigued her;
Name: Sister Martina (Spanish)
Age: 28
Occupation: Nun
Crime: Criticising God
"Hmm, I did think I saw an empty chair in the dining hall" She thought to herself.
Mother Superior opened the door to see a frightened Sister Martina seated in the stocks. She was wearing her full nuns habit, including her coif, tunic and a black pair of leather shoes. What was initially apparent to Mother Superior was that Sister Martina was a very pretty lady, with flawless olive skin and striking black eyes. She had joined the covenant about 2 months ago after making a daring trip to from Spain, albeit voluntarily.
"por favor perdóname madre..." She quivered with tears in her eyes. "I am so sorry for my honest mistake" followed up in broken English
"You know Sister, it always saddens me when we have one of our own here. Tell me, why are you in the stockades?"
"Mother Superior please...it w-was an honest mistake...a language issue..I swore in God's name by accident and I truly am sorry...my lord please forgive me" Martina said with tears in her eyes.
"You've been here for 2 months yes Sister? You therefore surely should've known by now how important our Gods name is?"
Martina began to shed more tears "Please..an honest language mistake..I tried explaining to Sister Hilda b-but she locked me in here as punishment".
Mother Superior sighed "We do not take these decisions lightly Sister, you must understand this. It's for your own good that you learn this". She then walked upto the stockade and sat on a stool, staring into the black soled shoes.
"POR FAVOR MADRE SUPERIOR. TE LO RUEGO. NO MIS PIES. POR FAVOR NO ESO" Sister Martina wailed.
Mother Superior ran her nails across the stocks, and lightly tapped a finger on the bottom of Sister Martinas shoe.
"You know what happens next, don't you? It's no secret in this Nunnery."
"ME ARREPIENTO. ME ARREPIENTO. MADRE TE LO ruego, LO SIENTO MUCHO. ¡NO ME QUITES LOS ZAPATOS!" Screamed Sister Martina.
Mother Superior took a hand and gently rubbed Sister Martinas legs "Relax sister, we will not be disciplining you today. Let this be a lesson you learn from".
Sister Martina gasped in glee "Thank you mother! Thank you! and thank you god. I-i will pray in your name tonight".
"Any mishaps however sister, and we'll find out just how ticklish Spanish feet can be". Mother Superior undid the stocks and lead Sister Martina out of the room.
Walking past Charlotte Grumbles room, they could both here the manical laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SSSOMEBODYYYYYY HELLPPPPPAHAHAHAHAHSMEEEEE"
Sister Joan's faint voice could be heard "These toes need a good feathering! Coochie coochie Cooo".
Sister Martina looked into the room with a shocked horror, while Mother Superior smiled with pleasure.
"Now, on your way Sister Martina, and remember today" said Mother Superior.
"Yes Mother, praise you and the lord" Sister Martina replied as she wondered off into the courtyard.
Mother Superior spun around and walked back into the disciplinary block. There was one vacant room left for her to check, and this was someone they'd been wanting to catch for months. Sternly walking to room number 3, Mother Superior ripped the note from the door;
Name: Collette Dupont (French)
Age: 31
Occupation: Prostitute
Crime: Preying on the men of the guard tower and forcing them into debt with her advances
She smiled to herself as you crumbled the note and threw it onto the floor. Mother Superior knew that getting to Collette was a way to getting into the Brothel 'Silk Palace', which had been rumoured to have all sorts of dodgy dealings and criminal activities in its walls. Run by the fierce Madame Dorothea, the Brothel for years had particularly protections from Mayor Winston, Madame Dorothea's sister was Mayor Winston's Wife - Lady Amy Winston. This made taken down the brothel difficult, but Mother Superior was on a mission to do what it takes.
Unlocking the door and walking inside, Collette was a site to behold. She was 5 ft 6, slim with an incredible body. Her hair was a deep black colour ran down to her lower back, complimenting her white pale skin which was powdered with makeup. Her eyes eyes a a darkish powder colour surrounding them, while her plump lips were coloured a deep Cherry red. A light think purple dress twirled around her beautiful figure, accompanied by black knee high leather boots over the black stockings that run down her legs.
"Ah, ze witch of ze town finally shows her rotten face" Collette laughed.
Collette wasn't stocked, she was standing freely in the room, leaning against the stockade.
"You know witch, I have errr, committed no crime, no? Collette said with her French accent. "Ze little fat Nun from last night could not put me in zis...err..wicked contraption" She purred
"That is correct correct Miss Dupont. No crime has technically been committed, but we can hold you for questioning. The wives of the town guards are particularly displeased with you" Mother Superior calmly said.
"Well maybe ze should errr, focus on their ugly faces to please zere husbands, no? So I don't have to" Collette pondered gently.
"Coercing the hard working guards so they have no money to bring home should not be blamed on the wives Miss Dupont. Coercion is technically punishable by law" Mother Superior replied.
Collette walked upto Mother Superior and got right in her face. "Zis accusation, witch...I errr guess you need to prove it?" She smiled vengefully with her plump red lips. Collette's perfume overpowered the air around her.
Out of nowhere, a sudden banging could be coming from the door to the Disciplinary block, accompanied by voices.
"Mother Superior! Mother Superior! Please, we request your help rather urgently"
Mother Superior quickly left the room of Collette Dupont and rushed to the front door of the block, unlocking and opening the door showed quite a site.
A couple of Nuns were holding back the 4 wives of the guards from the tower, who were becoming increasingly angry and frustrated. All the wives were in their late 40's, with an unclean appearance, overweight and greying greasy hair. Mrs Rogers & Mrs Venning worked at the local tavern cooking food. Mrs Thomas was a cleaner for Market Square, Mrs Pellow worked at the stables.
"WE KNOW THAT FRENCH SLAG IS IN THERE" screamed Mrs Rogers.
"I HAVE NO MONEY FOR FOOD NEXT WEEK BECAUSE OF THAT TART" Shouted Mrs Mrs Venning.
"SHE'S MANIPULATING OUR HUSBANDS" Both Mrs Thomas and Mrs Pellow bellowed.
"We are sorry Mother Superior, we tried to hold them back at the gate" said the two nuns.
"That's okay Sisters, return to your dorms please and prepare for midday prayers. I will see to them" said Mother Superior.
"Ladies, please may I ask that you calm down. The Nunnery has a procedure that we must follow. I appreciate how frustrating this is"
"FRUSTRATING!?" Mrs Rogers said. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE PAIN THe PAINTED HUSSEY HAS PUT US ALL THROUGH. AT THE VERY LEAST, WE DEMAND AN AUDIENCE WITH HER".
"Please Mother Superior Smith, you must atleast let us confront her" said Mrs Thomas.
"I will allow you 5 minutes to speak to Miss Dupont. But there will be no violence or blasphemy on these grounds. Do I make myself clear?".
The wives nodded in acknowledgement, regretfully, and followed Mother Superior into the block. The corridor was strangely silent as Sister Joan had decided to give Charlotte Grumble a break. Mother Superior peaked in on her way down. Sister Joan was filing her nails and smiling to her self, as Charlotte sat there with a beetroot red face, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Her feet were glowing red, with each toe now tied back. A green feather was hung in-between her big toe on the left foot.
Entering Collette Dupont's room, the sultry French beauty leaned against the stocks with a smile on her face. The wives look at her with a menacing look.
Mother Superior spoke bluntly. "Miss Dupont, I believe you know these ladies?".
Collette scoffed "Ladies!? Oh no no, zese are not ladies. They are fat ugly cows. It's no wonder there husband's come to me eh".
"This has gone far enough, Frenchie. You stop going near my husband", Said Mrs Pellow.
"You dumb pigs don't understand? Zey come to me, they love my beauty. Maybe zey need a little enjoyment in life , no? Zey clearly don't get it from you".
"THATS ENOUGH WITH YOUR POISONOUS WORDS." Barked Mrs Rogers. "Go near my husband again and I-I'll...."
"You'll do what, you ugly bitch!?" Collette stepped up to Mrs Rogers and stood Infront of her.
Mrs Rogers quipped "My word, I have never seen so much makeup. You look like a colouring palette. No wonder the French exiled you hahaha".
The rest of the wives laughed together at the insult of Collette. Even Mother Superior had cracked a smile. Collette's face turned to anger and her jaw clenched.
"You zink you so funny, huh English bitch!?" And with a swift move, Collette pulled back her hand, and landed a solid slap across Mrs Rogers face, sending her backwards. The rest of the wives caught her and stood Mrs Rogers upright as tears formed in her eyes.
"DOES THIS VERMIN KNOW NO SHAME" Mrs Thomas shouted.
Mother Superior stepped in ferociously "How dare you inflict violence on this grounds. I have had enough of you Miss Dupont. You may have been innocent until proven guilty of coercion, but assault is a crime. I think it's high time we tried some disciplinary on you, you little French tart. Ladies, please gather round".
Mother Superior began whispering to the 4 wives as evil grins began etching across their faces.
"Huh, you fat peasants are pathetic. You are nothing to me" Collette barked as the wives huddled.
Mother Superior pulled out of the huddle and turned to face Collette. "By order of the Covenant, you are hereby to face disciplinary proceedings Collette Dupont. I thought it may be best if I leave you with these 4 lovely ladies, do they can administer the first phase of your therapy" Said Mother Superior, as the grinning wives began to circle a nervous looking Collette.
"Work that tart good! I want her spilling all secrets of that little brothel. Think of your husband's as you dish out this holy justice. Enjoy, ladies" quipped Mother Superior as she left the room smiling. She purposely left the door open so she could hear the commotion as she went to meet Sister Joan in the first room.
The grinning wives continued to move closer to Collette.
"You ugly cows better stay back..." Collette said with annoyance.
"Oh, come now Frenchie...you think you can get away with manipulating our husbands eh? You little trollop...it's time to dish you a lesson in humility. Come now ladies...LETS GET THOSE BOOTS OFF" Mrs Rogers Roared.
"My boots!? What ze fuck do you mea--hey..GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME"
All 4 angry wives pounced on the vulnerable French beauty, pinning her to the floor as they grappled and sat on her limbs.
"Espèces de laids cochons anglais. Lâchez-moi maintenant avant que je vous tue tous!!" Spat Collette. "NE TOUCHEZ PAS MES PUTAINS DE BOTTES".
Mrs Rogers and Mrs Venning sat on her legs and started to unlace Collette's Black knee high leather boots. "Oooo we have a live one here ladies" Quipped Mrs Venning. "Someone doesn't want her precious boots removed! Hehehe" followed up Mrs Rogers.
Mrs Rogers got the boot loose and plucked it from Collette's foot. "You won't be needing this anymore, trollop!" said Mrs Rogers, as she threw the boot out of the room, which smacked loudly against the wall.
Mother Superior turned around outside to see the lone boot on the floor, glistening in the light. Another bang followed as the other boot hit the fall and landed next to the other. Mother Superior took the liberty of hanging them both up on the wall next to her room. A feint smell of sweat lingered from the boots.
"Looks like our pretty little ***** is now without her precious boots...my my...what pretty black stockings you have". Mrs Thomas cackled. The pale sole of Collette's foot could be seen through the stocking, white as snow.
"Oooo, is that nail polish I can see? You little tart, I bet you like attention from all the men!" Mrs Rogers added.
Collette panicked "G-GIVE MY FUCKING BOOTS BACK AND GET THE FUCK OFF ME. SALE PAYSANS!!!".
"Right ladies, let's get this HUSSEY snug in the stockade".
"GETTTT OFF MEEE NOW YOU TROLLS" Collette screeched as they hoisted her up and into the seat. Holding down her legs, they pinned Collette's ankles into the holes and slammed the stocks shut. Her arms where tied behind her back and she became immobile in the chair.
With a look if glee, they all stepped back to revel in Collette's situation.
"Looking a bit vulnerable there, slut" They all giggled.
"WAIT TILL I GET OUT OF HERE. I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ARSE".
"Hahaha, such meaningless threats. Speaking of your foot, look at the size of them!!"
Mrs Rogers walked up to the Protruding stocking feet and grabbed one. "My husband loves feet, no wonder he fell for you. You've got big French feet!!"
Collette blushes a slight tinge of red "Don't fucking touch my feet".
"Ooo, someone a bit sensitive about their feet being touched?..could it be that, this boisterous French Tart has rather ticklish feet?"
Collettes eyes bulged open"NO...DON'T YOU DARE"
Mrs Pellow approached the stocks, and slid her index finger down the sole of Collette's foot, which spasmed. "I think that's a yes. Let's give this *****s feet the good ol' tickling that they thoroughly deserve".
Mother Superior was outside, and could hear lots of commotion coming from Collette's room, with all the wives talking over eachother.
"Let's lose those stockings"
"NO..WHAT ZE FUCK...LEAVE MY FEET ALONE"
Mother Superior then head ripping noises, and the anguish of Collette.
"Oh would you have a look at those pretty bare feet. They look so soft and pale. Have you ever even gone barefoot"
"Nice Purple nail polish slot"
"I'm going to torture these bare feet for all the times you've fucked my husband"
"non... non... s'il vous plaît... ne pasttattahahahahahaha..NON... NOOOOOO NOOTT MES PIEDSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOOOOPPPPAHAHAHAHA CHACOUILLE MES FEEEEEEEET"
The wives began raking there nails over ever inch of the rude prostitutes feet. Mrs Rogers took time to glide her nails from heel to arch, while Mrs Thomas scraped away at the balls of her feet. Both Mrs Venning and Mrs Pellow held her toes back.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Tickle tickle, you French tart" Mrs Rogers laughed.
"Her feet are so soft. This must be torture hehehe" Mrs Thomas cackled.
Their nails explored every inch of Collette's feet, turning them a shade of pale pink in minutes.
"MERCI AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MERCI!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. TOUT SAUF CHACOUILLER LES PIEDS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Laugh for us you *****. Your bare feet will be tickled all night long" The wives cackled.
Mrs Venning chimmed in "Let's tie this bitches toes back, I'm tired of holding them".
"HELPPPPPPP MEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MADAME DOROTHEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHELLLLPP.
The wives quickled looped all of Collette's toes back, leaving her soles taut.
"Let me at this bitch now" Mrs Venning screamed.
Sitting on a stall opposite both soles, Mrs Venning grazed her nails up and down the taut arches, taunting Colette, who had makeup streaming down her face from the sweat and tears
"Not so tough are we now Frenchy? Can't stand a little foot tickling? Coochie coochie coooo"
Mrs Pellow barged in - "Give me that left foot!" She produced a red plume feather, and slowly twisted it on the ball of her foot and on her toe pads"
"MERCIYYYY. S'IL VOUS PLAITAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MA VESSIE. MA VESSIERRAHAHAHAHAHAHA. LAISSEZ MES orteils seuls AHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Collette Dupont was in hysterics. The four wives gleefully tickled every inch of her pretty pale french feet . Mother Superior listened on and enjoyed the manical laughter coming from the prostitutes mouth.
Sister Joan came out of Charlotte Grumbles room to meet Mother Superior.
"Sounds like those wives are getting their revenge Mother. That French slut won't last long with soles that sensitive" Sister Joan said
"Yes Sister. Soon Collette will be begging them to stop, at which point she will be ready to spill all those dark secrets from the Brothel. It's high time we took that place down" Mother Superior said.
"Yes Mother - Madame Dorothea will be exposed for the criminal rackets she's running".
"Now Sister, let us return to the Chapel, it's almost time for midday prayers. We shall check on Collette Dupont tomorrow morning"
The two of them headed for the exit of the Disciplinary Block. The howling of
Collette Dupont could be heard as they slammed the door shut.
It was sure to be a long night for her!
End of Part 1.
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Era for the setting is early 1800s.
The town of Lockridge was almost like most other rural villages of the Victorian era. Set in the boggy English countryside, the market town had a population of around 3000. The daily Market brought with it travellers from all over England, and even internationally. Livestock, clothing and rich spices were the main attraction for the locals and passing folk. The town also compromised of schools, stables, taverns, bars and the famous Farrington Estate which housed the Rich citizens of Lockridge. Overlooking the town on a large Hill, was Lockridge Nunnery, famed for it's strict teachings and way of life.
The Nunnery Covenant was home to around 50 dedicated Nuns who practiced and lived within the Covenant grounds, with the occasional trip into the main town permitted for the Nuns for certain activities. Lockridge Nunnery was run by Mother Superior Smith, who had a reputation in the town as a fierce and strict ruler. Standing at 5 ft 9 which a tall frame, the 57 year old had a fierce and intimidating look. She spent her earlier years as a head teacher in one of the local schools, bringing discipline and a knack of hard work to everyone around her.
Lockridge itself was ruled by Mayor Winston up until 10 years ago. A lazy, fat and pungent man who wasn't fit to dress himself in the mornings, let alone govern the town. It was due to this that during his sole tenure, the town got so bad that the church intervened. Thief, adultery, disrespectful behaviour and general debauchery gripped the town. The Church intervened, and it was decided by the Bishop of England that Mother Superior Smith would co-govern and rule alongside Mayor Winston, much to his dismay.
Mother Superior Smiths first action was to educate and discipline the known trouble makers of the town. The Covenant was ordered by Mother Superior to open its door to accommodate these delinquents for 'Therapy'. A new outhouse and basement had been constructed, which were used to treat and administer the Disciplinary actions. No one but those within the Covenant knew what went on in that building.
One by one, the town troublemakers and offenders were non-consensually taken from the town and brought to disciplinary within the Covenant. The kicking and screaming of the delinquents as they were ripped out of their homes, taverns and markets echoed throughout the Town as several Nuns restrained and carried them back to the Covenant at the behest of Mother Superior. The townfolk would often wonder what would happen to them. Some folk claimed they could hear shrieking laughter coming from the Covenant, but no one knew what really went on. All that was certain, was the behaviour of the town improved following the years of their partnership leading the town. Mother Superiors disciplinary policy was working and this encouraged parents, employers and vengeful citizens to even bring people people to them.
10 years since the policy was introduced, leads us to the current day. July 25th 1831, whereby Mother Superior continues to lead the Covenant.
"There will be silence during breakfast!" Bellowed Mother Superior. Sitting at the top of the dining hall, she watched over the Nuns as they sat and ate their breakfast after just finishing the morning prayers. Either side of Mother Superior sat two Senior Sisters. Sister Joan, a 45 year old 5 ft 2 lady who was quite badly overweight, and Sister Hilda, a 61 year old 5 ft 4 lady who was ever so frail, but looked menacing. The two Seniors helped run the Nunnery and Disciplinary block along with Mother Superior.
"Mother Superior, there were some letters handed to one of the sisters at the gate this morning. I've put them in your office on the desk" Sister Joan said.
"Thank you Sister Joan. No doubt more requests from the Town" replied Mother Superior. "The summer months always bring out the rotten behaviour of this town".
Sister Hilda leaned in "That reminds me Mother Superior, that Roman Gypsy gang was seen hanging around Market Square yesterday. There have been reports of thefts".
"Let's double up the monitoring please sister, inform the town guards. The Disciplinary block is rather busy at present, so let's not jump with haste" said Mother Superior.
"Yes Mother Superior" Responded Sister Hilda.
"Speaking of which, Sister Joan, will you please accompany me to the Disciplinary Block? I want to check in on our 'guests'. Sister Hilda, please watch the dining hall'
And with that, both Mother Superior and Sister Joan got up from their seats and proceeded to leave the dining area. A deafening silence fell in the dining hall as Mother Superior intimidatingly walked. The pitter patter of her shoes echoed as the Nuns kept their heads down in silence. This was not a lady to be messed with.
Exciting the main building, they briskly walked across the small courtyard to the bricked disciplinary outhouse block. A wooden double barreled door held the entrance to the block secure.
'Key if you will, Sister Joan" Barked Mother Superior.
"Yes Mother, time to see how our occupants habe slept" Sister Joan replied with a wry laugh.
The key twisted and turned in rusted out lock, with the door creeping open after a hefty push from Sister Joan. "Eurghhh, we really need to give this place a clean. That smell is getting worse" Grimaced Sister Joan. The smell of sweat and perfume hit them both hard as they entered the room. Mother Superior took in a deep sniff "That's a new perfume - who is that from" Mother Superior enquired. "That'll be Collette Dupont, that French tart from the brothel. She's been coercing the men of the guards tower into debt. Their wives have been up in arms about it". "Hmm, I see. Well, I'm sure we'll give her a nice warm welcome to the block" Mother Superior smiled.
The Disciplinary block was built with 7 separate rooms in a row. 6 were Discipline rooms, with each room contain a pair of heavy Oak stocks and chain attachment. The remaining room was for equipment and discarding objects from detainees.
Mother Superior paced down the corridor towards the first room, which had a note attached to the door explaining details of the occupants. Sister Joan grabbed the note and read it out loud.
Name - Charlotte Grumble (English)
Age - 23
Class - Lower
Crime - Stealing clothing from the market
"Aha, I've heard about this little thief. She's eluded us for many weeks, but the Sisters finally caught her last night. She was a real fighter apparently".
"The lower class ones always are" Mother Superior coldly responded.
Sister Joan unlocked the door and they both proceeded into the room. Sat there in the Stocks was Charlotte, with her frizzy red and matted hair flowing down her shoulders. She was visibly dirty and covered in soot. She worse a brown vest with brown trousers that were covered in holes. Her muddy Linen shoes protruding from the stocks swayed around.
"You fucking virgins. Let me out of this shit hole now" Charlotte barked.
"Child, we cannot allow you to leave. Thiefing is punishable with 3 days worth of disciplinary. This is the justice you deserve" Mother Superior snapped.
"It's for your own good, thief!" Sister Joan added in.
"WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS, I WILL BEAT BOTH YOUR UGLY HAGS UP. NOW LET ME THE FUCK OUT".
"Sister Joan, we cannot tolerate this language. I suggest we begin treatment immediately for her own sake. Please take the lead and I'll check on the other occupants"
"Yes Mother, with pleasure" Sister Joan smiled
As Mother Superior headed out the door and closed it, Sister Joan pulled up a stool with a smile and sat by the Protruding Linen shoes.
"Are you supposed to scare me? Haha. You're intimidating as my big toe" Charlotte laughed.
"That's an interesting comparison Child. Let us see if that's actually true" Sister Joan grinned
"W-what do you mean hag!?" Charlotte angrily and nervously quipped back.
Sister Joan extended out a hand and tugged off the muddy Linen shoe, revealing the slender bare foot of Charlotte Grumble. The foot was mostly red and orange from what looked like lots of running, with specs of mudd littering the heel and ball of her foot. Unpolished nails looked fairly clean despite the rest
Her.
"Peeeyew, thats a very sweaty foot Miss Grumble. How often do you wash?" Sister Joan giggled. The odour from her foot was incredibly cheesy and filled the room. "I guess spending your days thiefing and running does that" Sister Joan mocked.
"Put my fucking shoe back on you ugly virgin!!!" Charlotte raged, with her face now bright red.
"But how can I see your intimidating big toe?"
Sister Joan grabbed it between two fingers. She could feel the moist toe slip from her fingers as she tried to grasp it. "Hmm, lets get that big toe sorted". And with that, sister Joan tied a loop of string around the big toe, trapping it taut against the stocks.
"GET OFF MY TOE...I-..I CANT MOVE MY FOOT" Charlotte anguished.
"Oh that's perfect child. Now let's have a look at it...hmm, doesn't seem intimidating to me" Sister Joan laughed. "Oops, there's a bit of mud on it child". Joan extended a finger and gently swiped the mud on her toe pad. She could feel the trapped foot jolt.
"D-DONT TOUCH ME COW" Charlotte now bright red and worried.
"Oh but I'm only trying to clean the mud bits off" Sister Joan extended out her index finger and swiped the ball of her foot to clean the mud"
"GE-AHA-T..O-FF ME"
"Just as suspected, haha" Sister Joan laughed. "It appears the sweaty feet of our little thief here are rather ticklish"
Charlotte's eyes nearly bulged "Please...no....anything but that sister...I beg you"
"Hahaha, feeling a bit vulnerable now are we? Charlotte Grumble, for the crimes of stealing, your little tootsies are to spend the next 3 days with the Covenant".
"N-no...nooooo....get me out t-this....thing...i-i-i will leave town I swear" Charlotte pleaded
"It's too late for that, thief!". Joan began by ripping off Charlotte's other shoe. The bie toe was tied again leaving her soles taut.
"Let's punish these soles, repent Charlotte Grumble!!" Sister Joan roared. Her raised hands with nails pointed slowly moved towards her twitching feet as she grinned at the stocked thief.
NO....N-NO....NOOOOOAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTAHAHAHAHAPAHAHAHAHA...HELAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP MEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Sister Joan's fingers danced and traced over the bare feet of Charlotte Grumble, who could do nothing as Sister Joan worked over her immobile tender soles.
"Oh I'm going to tickle these soft sweaty feet until you piss your pants, you thieving brat!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Shrieked Charlotte, as tears begun to run down her face.
Outside the room, Mother Superior smiled to herself as she heard the thief erupt in laughter. She paced over to the next room and picked up the note on the door, which intrigued her;
Name: Sister Martina (Spanish)
Age: 28
Occupation: Nun
Crime: Criticising God
"Hmm, I did think I saw an empty chair in the dining hall" She thought to herself.
Mother Superior opened the door to see a frightened Sister Martina seated in the stocks. She was wearing her full nuns habit, including her coif, tunic and a black pair of leather shoes. What was initially apparent to Mother Superior was that Sister Martina was a very pretty lady, with flawless olive skin and striking black eyes. She had joined the covenant about 2 months ago after making a daring trip to from Spain, albeit voluntarily.
"por favor perdóname madre..." She quivered with tears in her eyes. "I am so sorry for my honest mistake" followed up in broken English
"You know Sister, it always saddens me when we have one of our own here. Tell me, why are you in the stockades?"
"Mother Superior please...it w-was an honest mistake...a language issue..I swore in God's name by accident and I truly am sorry...my lord please forgive me" Martina said with tears in her eyes.
"You've been here for 2 months yes Sister? You therefore surely should've known by now how important our Gods name is?"
Martina began to shed more tears "Please..an honest language mistake..I tried explaining to Sister Hilda b-but she locked me in here as punishment".
Mother Superior sighed "We do not take these decisions lightly Sister, you must understand this. It's for your own good that you learn this". She then walked upto the stockade and sat on a stool, staring into the black soled shoes.
"POR FAVOR MADRE SUPERIOR. TE LO RUEGO. NO MIS PIES. POR FAVOR NO ESO" Sister Martina wailed.
Mother Superior ran her nails across the stocks, and lightly tapped a finger on the bottom of Sister Martinas shoe.
"You know what happens next, don't you? It's no secret in this Nunnery."
"ME ARREPIENTO. ME ARREPIENTO. MADRE TE LO ruego, LO SIENTO MUCHO. ¡NO ME QUITES LOS ZAPATOS!" Screamed Sister Martina.
Mother Superior took a hand and gently rubbed Sister Martinas legs "Relax sister, we will not be disciplining you today. Let this be a lesson you learn from".
Sister Martina gasped in glee "Thank you mother! Thank you! and thank you god. I-i will pray in your name tonight".
"Any mishaps however sister, and we'll find out just how ticklish Spanish feet can be". Mother Superior undid the stocks and lead Sister Martina out of the room.
Walking past Charlotte Grumbles room, they could both here the manical laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SSSOMEBODYYYYYY HELLPPPPPAHAHAHAHAHSMEEEEE"
Sister Joan's faint voice could be heard "These toes need a good feathering! Coochie coochie Cooo".
Sister Martina looked into the room with a shocked horror, while Mother Superior smiled with pleasure.
"Now, on your way Sister Martina, and remember today" said Mother Superior.
"Yes Mother, praise you and the lord" Sister Martina replied as she wondered off into the courtyard.
Mother Superior spun around and walked back into the disciplinary block. There was one vacant room left for her to check, and this was someone they'd been wanting to catch for months. Sternly walking to room number 3, Mother Superior ripped the note from the door;
Name: Collette Dupont (French)
Age: 31
Occupation: Prostitute
Crime: Preying on the men of the guard tower and forcing them into debt with her advances
She smiled to herself as you crumbled the note and threw it onto the floor. Mother Superior knew that getting to Collette was a way to getting into the Brothel 'Silk Palace', which had been rumoured to have all sorts of dodgy dealings and criminal activities in its walls. Run by the fierce Madame Dorothea, the Brothel for years had particularly protections from Mayor Winston, Madame Dorothea's sister was Mayor Winston's Wife - Lady Amy Winston. This made taken down the brothel difficult, but Mother Superior was on a mission to do what it takes.
Unlocking the door and walking inside, Collette was a site to behold. She was 5 ft 6, slim with an incredible body. Her hair was a deep black colour ran down to her lower back, complimenting her white pale skin which was powdered with makeup. Her eyes eyes a a darkish powder colour surrounding them, while her plump lips were coloured a deep Cherry red. A light think purple dress twirled around her beautiful figure, accompanied by black knee high leather boots over the black stockings that run down her legs.
"Ah, ze witch of ze town finally shows her rotten face" Collette laughed.
Collette wasn't stocked, she was standing freely in the room, leaning against the stockade.
"You know witch, I have errr, committed no crime, no? Collette said with her French accent. "Ze little fat Nun from last night could not put me in zis...err..wicked contraption" She purred
"That is correct correct Miss Dupont. No crime has technically been committed, but we can hold you for questioning. The wives of the town guards are particularly displeased with you" Mother Superior calmly said.
"Well maybe ze should errr, focus on their ugly faces to please zere husbands, no? So I don't have to" Collette pondered gently.
"Coercing the hard working guards so they have no money to bring home should not be blamed on the wives Miss Dupont. Coercion is technically punishable by law" Mother Superior replied.
Collette walked upto Mother Superior and got right in her face. "Zis accusation, witch...I errr guess you need to prove it?" She smiled vengefully with her plump red lips. Collette's perfume overpowered the air around her.
Out of nowhere, a sudden banging could be coming from the door to the Disciplinary block, accompanied by voices.
"Mother Superior! Mother Superior! Please, we request your help rather urgently"
Mother Superior quickly left the room of Collette Dupont and rushed to the front door of the block, unlocking and opening the door showed quite a site.
A couple of Nuns were holding back the 4 wives of the guards from the tower, who were becoming increasingly angry and frustrated. All the wives were in their late 40's, with an unclean appearance, overweight and greying greasy hair. Mrs Rogers & Mrs Venning worked at the local tavern cooking food. Mrs Thomas was a cleaner for Market Square, Mrs Pellow worked at the stables.
"WE KNOW THAT FRENCH SLAG IS IN THERE" screamed Mrs Rogers.
"I HAVE NO MONEY FOR FOOD NEXT WEEK BECAUSE OF THAT TART" Shouted Mrs Mrs Venning.
"SHE'S MANIPULATING OUR HUSBANDS" Both Mrs Thomas and Mrs Pellow bellowed.
"We are sorry Mother Superior, we tried to hold them back at the gate" said the two nuns.
"That's okay Sisters, return to your dorms please and prepare for midday prayers. I will see to them" said Mother Superior.
"Ladies, please may I ask that you calm down. The Nunnery has a procedure that we must follow. I appreciate how frustrating this is"
"FRUSTRATING!?" Mrs Rogers said. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE PAIN THe PAINTED HUSSEY HAS PUT US ALL THROUGH. AT THE VERY LEAST, WE DEMAND AN AUDIENCE WITH HER".
"Please Mother Superior Smith, you must atleast let us confront her" said Mrs Thomas.
"I will allow you 5 minutes to speak to Miss Dupont. But there will be no violence or blasphemy on these grounds. Do I make myself clear?".
The wives nodded in acknowledgement, regretfully, and followed Mother Superior into the block. The corridor was strangely silent as Sister Joan had decided to give Charlotte Grumble a break. Mother Superior peaked in on her way down. Sister Joan was filing her nails and smiling to her self, as Charlotte sat there with a beetroot red face, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Her feet were glowing red, with each toe now tied back. A green feather was hung in-between her big toe on the left foot.
Entering Collette Dupont's room, the sultry French beauty leaned against the stocks with a smile on her face. The wives look at her with a menacing look.
Mother Superior spoke bluntly. "Miss Dupont, I believe you know these ladies?".
Collette scoffed "Ladies!? Oh no no, zese are not ladies. They are fat ugly cows. It's no wonder there husband's come to me eh".
"This has gone far enough, Frenchie. You stop going near my husband", Said Mrs Pellow.
"You dumb pigs don't understand? Zey come to me, they love my beauty. Maybe zey need a little enjoyment in life , no? Zey clearly don't get it from you".
"THATS ENOUGH WITH YOUR POISONOUS WORDS." Barked Mrs Rogers. "Go near my husband again and I-I'll...."
"You'll do what, you ugly bitch!?" Collette stepped up to Mrs Rogers and stood Infront of her.
Mrs Rogers quipped "My word, I have never seen so much makeup. You look like a colouring palette. No wonder the French exiled you hahaha".
The rest of the wives laughed together at the insult of Collette. Even Mother Superior had cracked a smile. Collette's face turned to anger and her jaw clenched.
"You zink you so funny, huh English bitch!?" And with a swift move, Collette pulled back her hand, and landed a solid slap across Mrs Rogers face, sending her backwards. The rest of the wives caught her and stood Mrs Rogers upright as tears formed in her eyes.
"DOES THIS VERMIN KNOW NO SHAME" Mrs Thomas shouted.
Mother Superior stepped in ferociously "How dare you inflict violence on this grounds. I have had enough of you Miss Dupont. You may have been innocent until proven guilty of coercion, but assault is a crime. I think it's high time we tried some disciplinary on you, you little French tart. Ladies, please gather round".
Mother Superior began whispering to the 4 wives as evil grins began etching across their faces.
"Huh, you fat peasants are pathetic. You are nothing to me" Collette barked as the wives huddled.
Mother Superior pulled out of the huddle and turned to face Collette. "By order of the Covenant, you are hereby to face disciplinary proceedings Collette Dupont. I thought it may be best if I leave you with these 4 lovely ladies, do they can administer the first phase of your therapy" Said Mother Superior, as the grinning wives began to circle a nervous looking Collette.
"Work that tart good! I want her spilling all secrets of that little brothel. Think of your husband's as you dish out this holy justice. Enjoy, ladies" quipped Mother Superior as she left the room smiling. She purposely left the door open so she could hear the commotion as she went to meet Sister Joan in the first room.
The grinning wives continued to move closer to Collette.
"You ugly cows better stay back..." Collette said with annoyance.
"Oh, come now Frenchie...you think you can get away with manipulating our husbands eh? You little trollop...it's time to dish you a lesson in humility. Come now ladies...LETS GET THOSE BOOTS OFF" Mrs Rogers Roared.
"My boots!? What ze fuck do you mea--hey..GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME"
All 4 angry wives pounced on the vulnerable French beauty, pinning her to the floor as they grappled and sat on her limbs.
"Espèces de laids cochons anglais. Lâchez-moi maintenant avant que je vous tue tous!!" Spat Collette. "NE TOUCHEZ PAS MES PUTAINS DE BOTTES".
Mrs Rogers and Mrs Venning sat on her legs and started to unlace Collette's Black knee high leather boots. "Oooo we have a live one here ladies" Quipped Mrs Venning. "Someone doesn't want her precious boots removed! Hehehe" followed up Mrs Rogers.
Mrs Rogers got the boot loose and plucked it from Collette's foot. "You won't be needing this anymore, trollop!" said Mrs Rogers, as she threw the boot out of the room, which smacked loudly against the wall.
Mother Superior turned around outside to see the lone boot on the floor, glistening in the light. Another bang followed as the other boot hit the fall and landed next to the other. Mother Superior took the liberty of hanging them both up on the wall next to her room. A feint smell of sweat lingered from the boots.
"Looks like our pretty little ***** is now without her precious boots...my my...what pretty black stockings you have". Mrs Thomas cackled. The pale sole of Collette's foot could be seen through the stocking, white as snow.
"Oooo, is that nail polish I can see? You little tart, I bet you like attention from all the men!" Mrs Rogers added.
Collette panicked "G-GIVE MY FUCKING BOOTS BACK AND GET THE FUCK OFF ME. SALE PAYSANS!!!".
"Right ladies, let's get this HUSSEY snug in the stockade".
"GETTTT OFF MEEE NOW YOU TROLLS" Collette screeched as they hoisted her up and into the seat. Holding down her legs, they pinned Collette's ankles into the holes and slammed the stocks shut. Her arms where tied behind her back and she became immobile in the chair.
With a look if glee, they all stepped back to revel in Collette's situation.
"Looking a bit vulnerable there, slut" They all giggled.
"WAIT TILL I GET OUT OF HERE. I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ARSE".
"Hahaha, such meaningless threats. Speaking of your foot, look at the size of them!!"
Mrs Rogers walked up to the Protruding stocking feet and grabbed one. "My husband loves feet, no wonder he fell for you. You've got big French feet!!"
Collette blushes a slight tinge of red "Don't fucking touch my feet".
"Ooo, someone a bit sensitive about their feet being touched?..could it be that, this boisterous French Tart has rather ticklish feet?"
Collettes eyes bulged open"NO...DON'T YOU DARE"
Mrs Pellow approached the stocks, and slid her index finger down the sole of Collette's foot, which spasmed. "I think that's a yes. Let's give this *****s feet the good ol' tickling that they thoroughly deserve".
Mother Superior was outside, and could hear lots of commotion coming from Collette's room, with all the wives talking over eachother.
"Let's lose those stockings"
"NO..WHAT ZE FUCK...LEAVE MY FEET ALONE"
Mother Superior then head ripping noises, and the anguish of Collette.
"Oh would you have a look at those pretty bare feet. They look so soft and pale. Have you ever even gone barefoot"
"Nice Purple nail polish slot"
"I'm going to torture these bare feet for all the times you've fucked my husband"
"non... non... s'il vous plaît... ne pasttattahahahahahaha..NON... NOOOOOO NOOTT MES PIEDSHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOOOOPPPPAHAHAHAHA CHACOUILLE MES FEEEEEEEET"
The wives began raking there nails over ever inch of the rude prostitutes feet. Mrs Rogers took time to glide her nails from heel to arch, while Mrs Thomas scraped away at the balls of her feet. Both Mrs Venning and Mrs Pellow held her toes back.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Tickle tickle, you French tart" Mrs Rogers laughed.
"Her feet are so soft. This must be torture hehehe" Mrs Thomas cackled.
Their nails explored every inch of Collette's feet, turning them a shade of pale pink in minutes.
"MERCI AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MERCI!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. TOUT SAUF CHACOUILLER LES PIEDS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Laugh for us you *****. Your bare feet will be tickled all night long" The wives cackled.
Mrs Venning chimmed in "Let's tie this bitches toes back, I'm tired of holding them".
"HELPPPPPPP MEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MADAME DOROTHEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHELLLLPP.
The wives quickled looped all of Collette's toes back, leaving her soles taut.
"Let me at this bitch now" Mrs Venning screamed.
Sitting on a stall opposite both soles, Mrs Venning grazed her nails up and down the taut arches, taunting Colette, who had makeup streaming down her face from the sweat and tears
"Not so tough are we now Frenchy? Can't stand a little foot tickling? Coochie coochie coooo"
Mrs Pellow barged in - "Give me that left foot!" She produced a red plume feather, and slowly twisted it on the ball of her foot and on her toe pads"
"MERCIYYYY. S'IL VOUS PLAITAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MA VESSIE. MA VESSIERRAHAHAHAHAHAHA. LAISSEZ MES orteils seuls AHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Collette Dupont was in hysterics. The four wives gleefully tickled every inch of her pretty pale french feet . Mother Superior listened on and enjoyed the manical laughter coming from the prostitutes mouth.
Sister Joan came out of Charlotte Grumbles room to meet Mother Superior.
"Sounds like those wives are getting their revenge Mother. That French slut won't last long with soles that sensitive" Sister Joan said
"Yes Sister. Soon Collette will be begging them to stop, at which point she will be ready to spill all those dark secrets from the Brothel. It's high time we took that place down" Mother Superior said.
"Yes Mother - Madame Dorothea will be exposed for the criminal rackets she's running".
"Now Sister, let us return to the Chapel, it's almost time for midday prayers. We shall check on Collette Dupont tomorrow morning"
The two of them headed for the exit of the Disciplinary Block. The howling of
Collette Dupont could be heard as they slammed the door shut.
It was sure to be a long night for her!
End of Part 1.
