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The Chronicles of Simon De Montfort 1347AD
The Laughing Heretics
By Greenfeather
(This story reflects the author’s fantasy and not a real life situation. Real life involves mutual consent, safety and commonsense. The characters portrayed and the scenario is entirely fictional and written for the fantasy pleasure of adults only)
June 4th in the year of our Lord 1347...
I have been riding all day, escorted by my company of mercenary villeins and
assorted cooks and vagabonds. It is late in the evening when we arrive at the
Castle of my Lord the Duc D'Orsay and his cruel and beautiful wife, the Lady
Tamara.
As we approach the castle I spy amongst the outbuildings housing the lower
staff three delightful wenches, firmly fixed in a set of stocks, their arms
held up by their wrists being locked in a set of overhead pillories, and their
delightful soft feet poking out from the woodwork of the lower foot stocks.
There is a redhead of stunning proportions, her soft breasts exposed by her
torn dresses, with long sweaty locks of hair swept wildly about her as if she
has been thrashing about for hours, the other two are reasonably fair maids of
marriable age with jet black hair and marble white skin. They too are nearly
naked and their heads hang limp as if in a swoon.
I cannot resist taking a closer look before greeting the Duke so I wave on my
entourage to prepare for my arrival and I dismount my steed and walk across to
these women. There is a faint smell of piss in the air as I approach and I
notice that the soft ground beneath the bench on which their plump asses are
sat is wet. The redhead looks up tiredly and her green eyes caught mine, and
she spoke...
" Oh please sir, I beseech you, free us from these devices, we have been
tortured enough, please don't let them tickle us any more."
I said nothing, but continued to admire their predicament. The soles of the
redhead were streaked with dirt and sweat, presumably as a result of the
actions of many dirty fingers being raked across her delightful ticklish soles.
Her armpits had been shaved or plucked of their hairy growth and these too were
streaked with dirt, no doubt because of the same ticklish reason.
The wench spoke again... " Oh please sir, you are clearly a nobleman and of
good birth, have pity on three simple country maidens who have done nothing
wrong but to worship our pagan spirits, but we mean no harm. Please release us
from the terrible tortures which we have already endured too much.." her head
sank and she wept. the others stirred but did not look up, either they had
swooned or were asleep.
"well fair heretic maidens" I said finally " I am Lord Simon De Montfort, Chief
Interrogator and Purger of Heretics of Albigensia and it will be my delight if
I have any say in the matter to have you brought to my dungeons to question you
further about your pagan beliefs... and to find out how ticklish you really
are.."
And with that I ran my fingers over the soles of the two raven haired maids who
immediately shrieked with laughter and began begging and pleading with me not
to tickle them as they had already spent the day being put to the tickle
torture by the local men and women. But I love to hear the laughter and the
screams of a tickled maid and so I continued, just gently tickling their feet
as they poked through the holes in the solid village stocks until they couldn't
speak for laughter and breathlessness. Then I began the same treatment on the
redhead. Now it is my experience that redheads are infinitely more ticklish
than any other women. And so it was with this maiden who began thrashing around
the moment I even touched her foot so lightly. She could not speak but she
laughed and screamed and thrashed in tickled frenzy as my soft fingers brushed
her superbly ticklish feet.
I strode around the back and began gently brushing my fingertips down the naked
sides of the tickled girls, then upwards into their armpits as they writhed and
wriggled trying to evade my delicate touch. But to no avail for I was a master
of women’s tickling torture and they could not escape my feathery grasp. They
begged and pleaded and shrieked in between my ticklings as they constantly
fought for control over their spasming bodies. Ah yes !, this would be a
pleasant stay at the Castle D'Orsay.
And so I reluctantly left the three women to proceed on my journey to the
Castle making note to have them brought to me for further and more intimate
tortures of the tickling kind at my leisure in the Castle at a later date.
The Duke was delighted to greet me and I, In turn, was delighted to see again
the wonderfully comely Duchess D'Orsay the Lady Tamara who was bedecked in rich
jewellery and soft silks which caressed her shapely body as it wriggled around
inside her clothes as she moved. I remembered the nights in years gone by when
her beauty had been tied, spread before me and her screams of pleasure and
torment as I had tormented her with such tickling torments as most women could
not endure, and of the passionate lovemaking that had followed.
She seemed to sense my thoughts and gave me a sly smile as we turned to go
inside the main hall which had been decked out in summer fashion awaiting my
arrival.
" We are immensely delighted to see you again my lord" said my host " We have
many heretics here for you and we wait for their blessed conversion.., In fact
I hear that you have already shown your terrible mercy on three certain village
girls who were recently caught indulging in such wicked pagan acts that we
found it necessary to begin their punishment before your arrival."
"Indeed I have" I said, grinning slyly to Lady Tamara and I look forward to
carrying on my work here in your splendid castle.
" First we must enjoy the feast we have prepared for you" Said the Duke and
with that we were ushered to our rooms to prepare and to commence a wonderful
feast for the rest of the night.
The Duke was delighted to hand over the wenches to me for further punishment
and so I instructed my able assistants to have them prepared for me while I was
at feast so that they may service my desires before I slept that night and to
have them arranged in my bedchamber so that I could indulge my unspeakable
pleasures on these unfortunate maidens.
My instructions given, I left to dine at the banquet in my honour and spent the
evening next to the Duchess who had to struggle not to twitch and wriggle as I
secretly tickled her through her silky robes as we ate whilst enjoying
conversation with the Duke who sat close by.
Eventually it was time to retire and I made my farewells for the night before
returning to my rooms.
Inside the lights were lit and in the magical candlelight the three maidens
from the village were now in my chamber suitably stripped and trussed to my
designs and ready for my pleasure. I was tired and so I quickly removed my
clothes and taunted the girls with the spectacle of my immense manhood now
erect before them. The redhead was suspended above my bed by her wrists and her
legs were stretched wide apart her feet being fastened to either side of the
bed. All her body hair had been shaven and all girls had been thoroughly washed
and scented. I stared at her glistening slit which had been lightly oiled.She
was gagged with a soft silken gag that allowed her to breathe but would dampen
the sounds of her laughter and screams as I did not wish to wake the entire
village with my passions.
The others were tied kneeling at each of the redhead’s feet. I gave instructions
that they should spend their time licking the soles of the incredibly ticklish
redhead while I fucked her for all she was worth. Her wriggling at the tickling
torture would be enough to drive both of us to a frenzy. And so without
further ado I lay under the redhead girl and drove my shaft into her as she
thrashed about under the tickling tongues of her fellow captives 'til she was
driven mad with passion and her **** gushed forth with spend. It took me not
long to fill her with my own boiling seed after which I quickly untied them and
they lay with me for the rest of the night, lightly trussed.
In the morning my servants took them away to the dungeons to await my
questioning along with the other heretics that had been assembled. Meanwhile I
stole along to the bedchamber of the Lady of the Castle who led me in to her
secret chamber of retreat behind a secret panel. The room was sumptuous, made
up to look like the inside of a tent belonging to a great Arabic Sheikh, with
silk and velvet drapes of cream and burgundy hanging down from the centre of
the room and dressing the walls. There were fine heavy silken ropes of many
colours descending from various points above and around me. The Duchess blushed
and breathless advised me that she had had the room constructed so that she
might pretend that she was held prisoner by an Arab King and that she could be
trussed in all manner of poses to be tortured in all manner of ways. She
explained that she had practised with maids and had had her closest servants
carry out some exquisite tortures on her but that really she was waiting for me
to join her games and to make her scream and weak once again as I had done so
many years ago. Oh joy !!!
Meanwhile the Duchess walked to one corner of the room and pulling back a thick
velvet curtain revealed two naked chamber maidens tied to a wonderful piece of
apparatus that presented them in an exposed position from which they could not
escape. But their most ticklish regions were beautifully displayed.The Duchess
told me how she used these serving girls to experiment on the more ticklish
areas of a woman’s body and to study the different reactions of the girls to
different tickling techniques so that when she was strapped to the equipment
they could bring out the best tickling under my supervision of course.
The girls were tied to a thick upright post, their arms strapped above their
heads exposing their delicious creamy armpits which were creamy smooth and
hairless. They each had a horses bridle pulled tightly into their mouths and
fastened back to the post which both kept their heads still and supported but
allowed gagging without restricting their breath and their ability to laugh and
to giggle when tickled. Two small leather clad pieces of wood protruded from
the post on which to rest their buttocks without hindering access to their
delightful little slits which were also as hairless as their underarms. This
apparently done by means of 'sugaring' which the Moors had taught to my Lady.
The post was slightly bowed forward which forced the women to push out their
ample chests. The result was that their delightful milky cream breasts were
thrust outwards and forwards, and offered as delightful targets for my feathers
and fingers soon. I do believe that the Duchess had rouged the girl’s nipples a
little and as we spoke she casually brushed each girls nipples with her fingers
causing them to rise and erect and causing the girls to squirm a little. I do
believe one of them moaned softly.
The piece de resistance was that each girls legs were held up and apart
allowing delightful access to their long legs and groin area as well as the
upturned creamy soles of their wonderfully ticklish feet. The Duchess had
specially chosen these girls after they were revealed by their fellow maids to
be the most ticklish. Their ankles were secured by single ankle stocks which
fitted snugly round each ankle, and each big toe was tied back to the top of
the stock by a slender silken cord fastened to a ring at the top. Each stock
was atop a smaller post which was fixed into a large cross beam which ran
across the floor and was itself secured to the rear post by its own central
crossbar, again mounted at floor level. An ingenious device and there were two
of them ! ..and they could be dismantled and transported if necessary.
I complimented the Duchess on her skill as a designer.
Her final artistry was displayed by a finishing touch in which each girl had
been pierced through one labia, and a gold ring inserted. From each gold ring
hung a beautiful white pointed goose feather, with a delicate gold handle on
the quill, and a small hook to hang through the gold labia ring. The whole
scene invited me to take the feather and tickle the maid as I pleased..
Some small wooden sticks were in a pot to one side of the Tickling Posts, which
hand been smoothed at each end. The Duchess told me that she had entertained
some Chinese traders who had shown her some of their ancient arts including the
torture of the soles which included the use of these sticks.
The Duchess took one of the small sticks from the pot and demonstrated their
use by tapping the smooth rounded ends on to the captive soles of one of the
unfortunate maids. The maid giggled delightfully as the Duchess continued to
lightly tap around the soles with the stick. "At first" she explained "the
captive finds the experience quite pleasant, you will notice how the girl
giggles and squirms as the little sticks softly tickle her soles, however the
more this continues the more sensitive the soles become and then the torture
can go two ways, either I can continue to beat gently on the soles which
gradually becomes more painful until the girl is begging me to stop because the
feet hurt greatly at each beat of the stick, or, I can begin running the stick
down the soles with a more heavy hand producing intense tickle sensations which
cause the girl to laugh and beg at the tickling torment, like this.."
The Duchess began raking the rounded end of the stick up and down the captive
girls foot who stopped giggling and opened her mouth in a gagged silent scream
as her breath was taken away by the intense foot tickling.
"Of course" continued the Duchess "They work equally well on the armpits and
the groins" and she ran the tip down the inside hollow of one of the girls
armpits causing her to smile and laugh and to slightly curl up at one side
straining against her bonds. And again she poked it gently into one of the groin
muscles next to the hairless vaginal opening, causing the girl to jump and
laugh again. The Duchess warmed to her task making the girl wriggle and flinch
with the increasing ticklish sensations.
She stopped and ran her finger over the opened pussy lips and held it up to the
light as her finger glistened. "You see Lord Simon how a girl might enjoy such
pleasures, how her juices begin to flow despite the torture, the senses are
aroused."
I remarked how clever the Duchess is and we both took turns at tickling the two
maidens with the variety of instruments until I felt I could not wait any
longer and we both fell eagerly to the floor and fucked for all our lives in
front of the two frustrated serving girls.
The girls were released from their restraints and told to go and clean
themselves and continue with their normal duties but to return later that night
to assist me in my duties to the Duchess.I understand both girls finger frigged
themselves silly before they were able to return to their daily duties. Such
are a woman’s pleasures.
Meanwhile I retired to my chambers to eat and to wash before an emissary of the
Duke called to request my presence in the dungeons where several female
heretics had been confined awaiting confession of their sins.
I was shown down through the elaborate halls and as we were led deeper into the
bowels of the Castle I could hear the unmistakable sounds of women being
tickle tortured, their screams and piteous laughter echoing along the narrow
corridors. Through one opening I spied the Duchess torturing some male heretic
prisoners. She was tickling their balls and their pricks were like wooden
stalks which a couple of servant girls were slowly feathering. But they would
not be allowed to come as this was to be their torture for several days before
the Duchess would milk their balls of all their juice after they had confessed.
I entered one of the large torture chambers. Several women were chained naked
to the walls, dangling like pheasants waiting to be plucked. In the centre of
the room the Duke was standing over a naked female stretched out on a rack. Two
goats were licking brine off the feet of the girl causing such tickling torment
that the girl thrashed as she begged as she laughed unable to bear the tickling
but unable to escape from the goats terrible tickling tongues lashing around
her delicious bare feet.
The Duke was adding to her torment by tickling her armpits and asking her who
she worshipped, but the girl could not tell us as she seemed unable to talk but
could only gasp and scream.
The Duke welcomed me to his torture chamber and asked me for help with a
particularly vicious young witch who they had caught praying to the statue of
Isis and who was showing great reluctance in converting to the Church. As he
spoke the girl being tickled by the goats tongues passed out. One of the
servants pulled back the goats temporarily and another quickly poured cold
water over the prisoner who woke with a gasp and a thrash as the cold water
made her buck and jerk. She managed to scream out a few words pleading to be
released and to follow the Church’s orders but the Duke considered that this
could simply be a bluff and told her that she would be tortured again to prove
her conversion whereupon with a scream and some more hysterical laughter the
goats were released again to immediately begin licking the soles of her feet .
I was already becoming aroused again as I was led over to a particularly
attractive young woman with long brown hair and deep black eyes who was hanging
naked from her wrists which were tied together and held by a large hook in the
wall.
As we approached the girl spoke, but I could not understand a word as she spoke
in a foreign tongue of the devil. I stroked her underarms gently tickling down
her sides but she was clearly not ticklish here and I continued my stroking
down her legs and to her feet. But she simply squirmed and spat at me. Even
when I ran a firm finger across her sole she failed to jolt as I would expect.
"regrettably" said the Duke she appears not to be ticklish and we will have to
resort to more, shall we say , cruder tortures to extract her confession".
"One moment" Said I, "have your guards untie her legs and spread them out for
me."
Two guards grabbed the girl’s long slender legs and pulled them slowly apart as
the girl began to thrash and curse most energetically. She had some hair around
her woman’s slit, but I picked up a feather and softly ran the tiniest tip of it
down one side of the girls pink labia. She screamed loudly, and the thrashing
told me that we had found her ticklish spot. The Duke was overjoyed. He had not
realised how some women are unbearably ticklish on their cunts (I wonder if he
had ever tried it on his wife ?) . The unfortunate witch was tied back to the
wall still dangling from her wrists but with her ankles tied to hooks at each
side of her head so that her whole backside region was on display. The Duke
took a feather and softly ran it down her vagina opening and the girl began to
thrash and screamed "NONONOOOO...."
I suggested that she should be shaved as this would increase her ticklishness,
and that it was quite likely that even more unbearable ticklings could be
applied inside her **** by use of some honey, a small pipe to hold the
'passage' open , and a mouse or some tickling ants. I ran the tip of my feather
across her little puckered anus and the witch just about flew off the wall
before letting out the most delicious scream.
The dungeon assistants were instructed and the girl was led away to be prepared
for her tickling torture and ultimate confession.
I decided that this was the moment to introduce a slightly dangerous plot to
the Duke. I took him to one side of the dungeon, as the screaming laughter
coming from the girl on the rack made it difficult to have a conversation in
hushed tones, and I whispered to him that I had reason to believe that his good
lady the Duchess may herself have heretical tendencies. The Duke looked shocked
but I continued to tell him that my reason for attending his wonderful palace
was that word had reached me from 'very high sources' that the Duchess had been
espied courting the wife of the Portuguese ambassador who was known to have
pagan tendencies. The Dukes face blanched at the mention of 'high places' and
so I went on to say that it was only because I have the greatest respect for
the Duke (and the Duchess for that matter !) that I should bring it to his
attention and that I felt it necessary to come here personally to try to
resolve the matter.
The Duke looked serious, knotting his brow and nodding "yes, yes" as he sucked
his fingers and looked hard at the floor before looking at me " and you would
advise the 'high places' that you have satisfied yourself entirely that we are
guilt free ?"
I replied that it would be my honour to represent the Duke and allay any fears'
and that only a handful of people would ever know that even an investigation
had taken place.
"then Sir" said the Duke "we are in your hands!"
I called over my capture squad of large strong 'monks' and , in the presence of
the Duke instructed them to report for duty outside the chambers of the Duchess
to await further instructions but on no account to let the Duchess leave her
quarters without mine or the Dukes permission.
Meanwhile I arranged for the Duke to have the dungeon cleared of its current
occupants and to bring the two serving maids who had been tickled by the
Duchess, down to the dungeon where their services would be required.
Then the Duke and I called on the Lady Tamara.
The Duchess was beside herself with rage when I laid before her the charges
against her. "How dare you accuse me of heresy!" she shouted "Me of all
people!" she raged.
I calmly asked her to accompany me to the questioning chamber (the dungeon, to
you and I) and happily she refused whereupon I called in my capture squad of
monks who quickly tied her with ropes and stuffed a wonderful gag of iron into
her mouth which allowed her to breathe quite easily but made it very difficult
to shout. Then the monks dropped a heavy leather hood over her head and tied
her hands and feet to a stout pole so that she could be carried. Two of the
monks lifted the pole and proceeded quietly and discreetly to carry the tied
Duchess, like a beast, slung under the capture pole from her quarters and down
via a maze of secret passages to the main dungeon. No one saw this except those
present.
The Duke followed them down to the dungeon, whilst he was a little frightened
by the proceedings I couldn't help but notice a certain look of enjoyment on
his face as the Duchess was tied and secured to the pole and the thought of the
torments that were to come for her. I must say that the sight of the tied
duchess was also a particularly attractive one for me, especially her dainty
feet covered for the moment in beautiful fur lined slippers , her ankles
crossed and tied with soft silk cords , and her beautifully manicured hands
tightly tied at the wrists and lashed to the carrying pole.
How many women had I had carried off in this fashion ?, too many to count.
Meanwhile I showed the other two monks the secret room and instructed them to
move one of the tickle torture frames down to the dungeon without attracting
attention.
I proceeded down to the dungeon. the two maids had been brought by another of
my staff and I told them not to be frightened. They would be my two tickling
assistants for the purpose of this special investigation and would have the
opportunity to mercilessly tickle the Duchess in whatever form they wished
without fear of harm to them. The girls seemed to like the idea a little and
they were taken away to be given plenty of food and wine as an initial reward.
I arranged for a small dais to be brought in and comfortable seating to be
installed so that we could observe the trials of the Duchess undergoing the
tickling torture in relative comfort.
Her wrists were manacled and the monks tied them to a rope and she was hauled
upright and released from the pole to stand on tiptoes her ankles still bound.
She thrashed around and the gag became wet as she dribbled furiously trying to
speak. The gag was released and she became outraged. It is not necessary to
repeat her words but they were not in the least ladylike.
I asked her how she pleaded to the charges and she indicated that she was not
guilty.
I then advised her that she would be put to the tickling torture as decreed by
the holy roman church so that her faith could be tested.
I ordered her to be stripped and soon the naked duchess hung before us , a
rapturous sight to behold. She was indeed a beauty. Her long dark hair fell
over her warm soft body which had a gentle golden colour. As is the tradition
amongst the southern French women she had no body hair and so the delicate
folds of her delicious slit were visible squeezed between her soft but firm
inner thighs. Her armpits were silky smooth and soft and her firm pert breasts
stood forward proudly as a princesses breasts should. Her long willowy legs
quivered slightly as my eyes took in her exquisite form down to her slender
ankles and delicious smooth skinned feet with softly painted toes.
The Duke was also staring longingly at his wife’s form as I expect he had never
had the opportunity to see her bound and naked before and in such a vulnerable
position.
The two servant girls were brought back in to the dungeon and, along with my
two monks we all stood staring for a moment at the exquisite beauty of ripe
womanhood which dangled before us.
I could not wait but began to run my fingers over the Duchess who immediately
began to laugh as she was a most ticklish person. I instructed the maids to
join us. They needed no encouragement as they had every reason to wreak their
revenge on the tickling aristocrat who had spent many hours tickling them
without mercy.
It is fair to say that the Duchess was one of the most ticklish women I have
had the very great pleasure to tickle. She thrashed and screamed and begged and
pleaded as myself, the maids , my monks and the Duke all took turns at giving
her the most delightful tickling of her life.
I could tell from the copious amounts of juice running down her legs that she
was orgasming in a way that only a tickled woman can and the Duke had the most
enormous stalk on, so I felt it fitting that after an hour or more that my men
and the maids and I should retire whilst the Duke gave his wife the most
enormous fucking of their entire marriage.
The Duchess was taken back to her quarters and laid on her bed to recover from
her ordeal. Meanwhile I sealed the necessary papers which I gave to the Duke
confirming that the Duchess was no heretic and that she should be granted all
privileges of her royal status.
I left the castle of the Duke and Duchess shortly after, but it is no real
surprise that they remain good friends to me and my entourage and that the Duke
and Duchess remained firmly wedded to each other for the remainder of their
lives.
I hear that the servants sometimes tell tales that they have seen the Duke
leading the Duchess bound and naked into the dungeons at night and have heard
the sounds of hysterical female laughter heard from inside the dungeon long
into the night, but the servants all seem bound to keep whatever secrets they
are entrusted with.. A happy tale indeed !
Greenfeather
The Laughing Heretics
By Greenfeather
(This story reflects the author’s fantasy and not a real life situation. Real life involves mutual consent, safety and commonsense. The characters portrayed and the scenario is entirely fictional and written for the fantasy pleasure of adults only)
June 4th in the year of our Lord 1347...
I have been riding all day, escorted by my company of mercenary villeins and
assorted cooks and vagabonds. It is late in the evening when we arrive at the
Castle of my Lord the Duc D'Orsay and his cruel and beautiful wife, the Lady
Tamara.
As we approach the castle I spy amongst the outbuildings housing the lower
staff three delightful wenches, firmly fixed in a set of stocks, their arms
held up by their wrists being locked in a set of overhead pillories, and their
delightful soft feet poking out from the woodwork of the lower foot stocks.
There is a redhead of stunning proportions, her soft breasts exposed by her
torn dresses, with long sweaty locks of hair swept wildly about her as if she
has been thrashing about for hours, the other two are reasonably fair maids of
marriable age with jet black hair and marble white skin. They too are nearly
naked and their heads hang limp as if in a swoon.
I cannot resist taking a closer look before greeting the Duke so I wave on my
entourage to prepare for my arrival and I dismount my steed and walk across to
these women. There is a faint smell of piss in the air as I approach and I
notice that the soft ground beneath the bench on which their plump asses are
sat is wet. The redhead looks up tiredly and her green eyes caught mine, and
she spoke...
" Oh please sir, I beseech you, free us from these devices, we have been
tortured enough, please don't let them tickle us any more."
I said nothing, but continued to admire their predicament. The soles of the
redhead were streaked with dirt and sweat, presumably as a result of the
actions of many dirty fingers being raked across her delightful ticklish soles.
Her armpits had been shaved or plucked of their hairy growth and these too were
streaked with dirt, no doubt because of the same ticklish reason.
The wench spoke again... " Oh please sir, you are clearly a nobleman and of
good birth, have pity on three simple country maidens who have done nothing
wrong but to worship our pagan spirits, but we mean no harm. Please release us
from the terrible tortures which we have already endured too much.." her head
sank and she wept. the others stirred but did not look up, either they had
swooned or were asleep.
"well fair heretic maidens" I said finally " I am Lord Simon De Montfort, Chief
Interrogator and Purger of Heretics of Albigensia and it will be my delight if
I have any say in the matter to have you brought to my dungeons to question you
further about your pagan beliefs... and to find out how ticklish you really
are.."
And with that I ran my fingers over the soles of the two raven haired maids who
immediately shrieked with laughter and began begging and pleading with me not
to tickle them as they had already spent the day being put to the tickle
torture by the local men and women. But I love to hear the laughter and the
screams of a tickled maid and so I continued, just gently tickling their feet
as they poked through the holes in the solid village stocks until they couldn't
speak for laughter and breathlessness. Then I began the same treatment on the
redhead. Now it is my experience that redheads are infinitely more ticklish
than any other women. And so it was with this maiden who began thrashing around
the moment I even touched her foot so lightly. She could not speak but she
laughed and screamed and thrashed in tickled frenzy as my soft fingers brushed
her superbly ticklish feet.
I strode around the back and began gently brushing my fingertips down the naked
sides of the tickled girls, then upwards into their armpits as they writhed and
wriggled trying to evade my delicate touch. But to no avail for I was a master
of women’s tickling torture and they could not escape my feathery grasp. They
begged and pleaded and shrieked in between my ticklings as they constantly
fought for control over their spasming bodies. Ah yes !, this would be a
pleasant stay at the Castle D'Orsay.
And so I reluctantly left the three women to proceed on my journey to the
Castle making note to have them brought to me for further and more intimate
tortures of the tickling kind at my leisure in the Castle at a later date.
The Duke was delighted to greet me and I, In turn, was delighted to see again
the wonderfully comely Duchess D'Orsay the Lady Tamara who was bedecked in rich
jewellery and soft silks which caressed her shapely body as it wriggled around
inside her clothes as she moved. I remembered the nights in years gone by when
her beauty had been tied, spread before me and her screams of pleasure and
torment as I had tormented her with such tickling torments as most women could
not endure, and of the passionate lovemaking that had followed.
She seemed to sense my thoughts and gave me a sly smile as we turned to go
inside the main hall which had been decked out in summer fashion awaiting my
arrival.
" We are immensely delighted to see you again my lord" said my host " We have
many heretics here for you and we wait for their blessed conversion.., In fact
I hear that you have already shown your terrible mercy on three certain village
girls who were recently caught indulging in such wicked pagan acts that we
found it necessary to begin their punishment before your arrival."
"Indeed I have" I said, grinning slyly to Lady Tamara and I look forward to
carrying on my work here in your splendid castle.
" First we must enjoy the feast we have prepared for you" Said the Duke and
with that we were ushered to our rooms to prepare and to commence a wonderful
feast for the rest of the night.
The Duke was delighted to hand over the wenches to me for further punishment
and so I instructed my able assistants to have them prepared for me while I was
at feast so that they may service my desires before I slept that night and to
have them arranged in my bedchamber so that I could indulge my unspeakable
pleasures on these unfortunate maidens.
My instructions given, I left to dine at the banquet in my honour and spent the
evening next to the Duchess who had to struggle not to twitch and wriggle as I
secretly tickled her through her silky robes as we ate whilst enjoying
conversation with the Duke who sat close by.
Eventually it was time to retire and I made my farewells for the night before
returning to my rooms.
Inside the lights were lit and in the magical candlelight the three maidens
from the village were now in my chamber suitably stripped and trussed to my
designs and ready for my pleasure. I was tired and so I quickly removed my
clothes and taunted the girls with the spectacle of my immense manhood now
erect before them. The redhead was suspended above my bed by her wrists and her
legs were stretched wide apart her feet being fastened to either side of the
bed. All her body hair had been shaven and all girls had been thoroughly washed
and scented. I stared at her glistening slit which had been lightly oiled.She
was gagged with a soft silken gag that allowed her to breathe but would dampen
the sounds of her laughter and screams as I did not wish to wake the entire
village with my passions.
The others were tied kneeling at each of the redhead’s feet. I gave instructions
that they should spend their time licking the soles of the incredibly ticklish
redhead while I fucked her for all she was worth. Her wriggling at the tickling
torture would be enough to drive both of us to a frenzy. And so without
further ado I lay under the redhead girl and drove my shaft into her as she
thrashed about under the tickling tongues of her fellow captives 'til she was
driven mad with passion and her **** gushed forth with spend. It took me not
long to fill her with my own boiling seed after which I quickly untied them and
they lay with me for the rest of the night, lightly trussed.
In the morning my servants took them away to the dungeons to await my
questioning along with the other heretics that had been assembled. Meanwhile I
stole along to the bedchamber of the Lady of the Castle who led me in to her
secret chamber of retreat behind a secret panel. The room was sumptuous, made
up to look like the inside of a tent belonging to a great Arabic Sheikh, with
silk and velvet drapes of cream and burgundy hanging down from the centre of
the room and dressing the walls. There were fine heavy silken ropes of many
colours descending from various points above and around me. The Duchess blushed
and breathless advised me that she had had the room constructed so that she
might pretend that she was held prisoner by an Arab King and that she could be
trussed in all manner of poses to be tortured in all manner of ways. She
explained that she had practised with maids and had had her closest servants
carry out some exquisite tortures on her but that really she was waiting for me
to join her games and to make her scream and weak once again as I had done so
many years ago. Oh joy !!!
Meanwhile the Duchess walked to one corner of the room and pulling back a thick
velvet curtain revealed two naked chamber maidens tied to a wonderful piece of
apparatus that presented them in an exposed position from which they could not
escape. But their most ticklish regions were beautifully displayed.The Duchess
told me how she used these serving girls to experiment on the more ticklish
areas of a woman’s body and to study the different reactions of the girls to
different tickling techniques so that when she was strapped to the equipment
they could bring out the best tickling under my supervision of course.
The girls were tied to a thick upright post, their arms strapped above their
heads exposing their delicious creamy armpits which were creamy smooth and
hairless. They each had a horses bridle pulled tightly into their mouths and
fastened back to the post which both kept their heads still and supported but
allowed gagging without restricting their breath and their ability to laugh and
to giggle when tickled. Two small leather clad pieces of wood protruded from
the post on which to rest their buttocks without hindering access to their
delightful little slits which were also as hairless as their underarms. This
apparently done by means of 'sugaring' which the Moors had taught to my Lady.
The post was slightly bowed forward which forced the women to push out their
ample chests. The result was that their delightful milky cream breasts were
thrust outwards and forwards, and offered as delightful targets for my feathers
and fingers soon. I do believe that the Duchess had rouged the girl’s nipples a
little and as we spoke she casually brushed each girls nipples with her fingers
causing them to rise and erect and causing the girls to squirm a little. I do
believe one of them moaned softly.
The piece de resistance was that each girls legs were held up and apart
allowing delightful access to their long legs and groin area as well as the
upturned creamy soles of their wonderfully ticklish feet. The Duchess had
specially chosen these girls after they were revealed by their fellow maids to
be the most ticklish. Their ankles were secured by single ankle stocks which
fitted snugly round each ankle, and each big toe was tied back to the top of
the stock by a slender silken cord fastened to a ring at the top. Each stock
was atop a smaller post which was fixed into a large cross beam which ran
across the floor and was itself secured to the rear post by its own central
crossbar, again mounted at floor level. An ingenious device and there were two
of them ! ..and they could be dismantled and transported if necessary.
I complimented the Duchess on her skill as a designer.
Her final artistry was displayed by a finishing touch in which each girl had
been pierced through one labia, and a gold ring inserted. From each gold ring
hung a beautiful white pointed goose feather, with a delicate gold handle on
the quill, and a small hook to hang through the gold labia ring. The whole
scene invited me to take the feather and tickle the maid as I pleased..
Some small wooden sticks were in a pot to one side of the Tickling Posts, which
hand been smoothed at each end. The Duchess told me that she had entertained
some Chinese traders who had shown her some of their ancient arts including the
torture of the soles which included the use of these sticks.
The Duchess took one of the small sticks from the pot and demonstrated their
use by tapping the smooth rounded ends on to the captive soles of one of the
unfortunate maids. The maid giggled delightfully as the Duchess continued to
lightly tap around the soles with the stick. "At first" she explained "the
captive finds the experience quite pleasant, you will notice how the girl
giggles and squirms as the little sticks softly tickle her soles, however the
more this continues the more sensitive the soles become and then the torture
can go two ways, either I can continue to beat gently on the soles which
gradually becomes more painful until the girl is begging me to stop because the
feet hurt greatly at each beat of the stick, or, I can begin running the stick
down the soles with a more heavy hand producing intense tickle sensations which
cause the girl to laugh and beg at the tickling torment, like this.."
The Duchess began raking the rounded end of the stick up and down the captive
girls foot who stopped giggling and opened her mouth in a gagged silent scream
as her breath was taken away by the intense foot tickling.
"Of course" continued the Duchess "They work equally well on the armpits and
the groins" and she ran the tip down the inside hollow of one of the girls
armpits causing her to smile and laugh and to slightly curl up at one side
straining against her bonds. And again she poked it gently into one of the groin
muscles next to the hairless vaginal opening, causing the girl to jump and
laugh again. The Duchess warmed to her task making the girl wriggle and flinch
with the increasing ticklish sensations.
She stopped and ran her finger over the opened pussy lips and held it up to the
light as her finger glistened. "You see Lord Simon how a girl might enjoy such
pleasures, how her juices begin to flow despite the torture, the senses are
aroused."
I remarked how clever the Duchess is and we both took turns at tickling the two
maidens with the variety of instruments until I felt I could not wait any
longer and we both fell eagerly to the floor and fucked for all our lives in
front of the two frustrated serving girls.
The girls were released from their restraints and told to go and clean
themselves and continue with their normal duties but to return later that night
to assist me in my duties to the Duchess.I understand both girls finger frigged
themselves silly before they were able to return to their daily duties. Such
are a woman’s pleasures.
Meanwhile I retired to my chambers to eat and to wash before an emissary of the
Duke called to request my presence in the dungeons where several female
heretics had been confined awaiting confession of their sins.
I was shown down through the elaborate halls and as we were led deeper into the
bowels of the Castle I could hear the unmistakable sounds of women being
tickle tortured, their screams and piteous laughter echoing along the narrow
corridors. Through one opening I spied the Duchess torturing some male heretic
prisoners. She was tickling their balls and their pricks were like wooden
stalks which a couple of servant girls were slowly feathering. But they would
not be allowed to come as this was to be their torture for several days before
the Duchess would milk their balls of all their juice after they had confessed.
I entered one of the large torture chambers. Several women were chained naked
to the walls, dangling like pheasants waiting to be plucked. In the centre of
the room the Duke was standing over a naked female stretched out on a rack. Two
goats were licking brine off the feet of the girl causing such tickling torment
that the girl thrashed as she begged as she laughed unable to bear the tickling
but unable to escape from the goats terrible tickling tongues lashing around
her delicious bare feet.
The Duke was adding to her torment by tickling her armpits and asking her who
she worshipped, but the girl could not tell us as she seemed unable to talk but
could only gasp and scream.
The Duke welcomed me to his torture chamber and asked me for help with a
particularly vicious young witch who they had caught praying to the statue of
Isis and who was showing great reluctance in converting to the Church. As he
spoke the girl being tickled by the goats tongues passed out. One of the
servants pulled back the goats temporarily and another quickly poured cold
water over the prisoner who woke with a gasp and a thrash as the cold water
made her buck and jerk. She managed to scream out a few words pleading to be
released and to follow the Church’s orders but the Duke considered that this
could simply be a bluff and told her that she would be tortured again to prove
her conversion whereupon with a scream and some more hysterical laughter the
goats were released again to immediately begin licking the soles of her feet .
I was already becoming aroused again as I was led over to a particularly
attractive young woman with long brown hair and deep black eyes who was hanging
naked from her wrists which were tied together and held by a large hook in the
wall.
As we approached the girl spoke, but I could not understand a word as she spoke
in a foreign tongue of the devil. I stroked her underarms gently tickling down
her sides but she was clearly not ticklish here and I continued my stroking
down her legs and to her feet. But she simply squirmed and spat at me. Even
when I ran a firm finger across her sole she failed to jolt as I would expect.
"regrettably" said the Duke she appears not to be ticklish and we will have to
resort to more, shall we say , cruder tortures to extract her confession".
"One moment" Said I, "have your guards untie her legs and spread them out for
me."
Two guards grabbed the girl’s long slender legs and pulled them slowly apart as
the girl began to thrash and curse most energetically. She had some hair around
her woman’s slit, but I picked up a feather and softly ran the tiniest tip of it
down one side of the girls pink labia. She screamed loudly, and the thrashing
told me that we had found her ticklish spot. The Duke was overjoyed. He had not
realised how some women are unbearably ticklish on their cunts (I wonder if he
had ever tried it on his wife ?) . The unfortunate witch was tied back to the
wall still dangling from her wrists but with her ankles tied to hooks at each
side of her head so that her whole backside region was on display. The Duke
took a feather and softly ran it down her vagina opening and the girl began to
thrash and screamed "NONONOOOO...."
I suggested that she should be shaved as this would increase her ticklishness,
and that it was quite likely that even more unbearable ticklings could be
applied inside her **** by use of some honey, a small pipe to hold the
'passage' open , and a mouse or some tickling ants. I ran the tip of my feather
across her little puckered anus and the witch just about flew off the wall
before letting out the most delicious scream.
The dungeon assistants were instructed and the girl was led away to be prepared
for her tickling torture and ultimate confession.
I decided that this was the moment to introduce a slightly dangerous plot to
the Duke. I took him to one side of the dungeon, as the screaming laughter
coming from the girl on the rack made it difficult to have a conversation in
hushed tones, and I whispered to him that I had reason to believe that his good
lady the Duchess may herself have heretical tendencies. The Duke looked shocked
but I continued to tell him that my reason for attending his wonderful palace
was that word had reached me from 'very high sources' that the Duchess had been
espied courting the wife of the Portuguese ambassador who was known to have
pagan tendencies. The Dukes face blanched at the mention of 'high places' and
so I went on to say that it was only because I have the greatest respect for
the Duke (and the Duchess for that matter !) that I should bring it to his
attention and that I felt it necessary to come here personally to try to
resolve the matter.
The Duke looked serious, knotting his brow and nodding "yes, yes" as he sucked
his fingers and looked hard at the floor before looking at me " and you would
advise the 'high places' that you have satisfied yourself entirely that we are
guilt free ?"
I replied that it would be my honour to represent the Duke and allay any fears'
and that only a handful of people would ever know that even an investigation
had taken place.
"then Sir" said the Duke "we are in your hands!"
I called over my capture squad of large strong 'monks' and , in the presence of
the Duke instructed them to report for duty outside the chambers of the Duchess
to await further instructions but on no account to let the Duchess leave her
quarters without mine or the Dukes permission.
Meanwhile I arranged for the Duke to have the dungeon cleared of its current
occupants and to bring the two serving maids who had been tickled by the
Duchess, down to the dungeon where their services would be required.
Then the Duke and I called on the Lady Tamara.
The Duchess was beside herself with rage when I laid before her the charges
against her. "How dare you accuse me of heresy!" she shouted "Me of all
people!" she raged.
I calmly asked her to accompany me to the questioning chamber (the dungeon, to
you and I) and happily she refused whereupon I called in my capture squad of
monks who quickly tied her with ropes and stuffed a wonderful gag of iron into
her mouth which allowed her to breathe quite easily but made it very difficult
to shout. Then the monks dropped a heavy leather hood over her head and tied
her hands and feet to a stout pole so that she could be carried. Two of the
monks lifted the pole and proceeded quietly and discreetly to carry the tied
Duchess, like a beast, slung under the capture pole from her quarters and down
via a maze of secret passages to the main dungeon. No one saw this except those
present.
The Duke followed them down to the dungeon, whilst he was a little frightened
by the proceedings I couldn't help but notice a certain look of enjoyment on
his face as the Duchess was tied and secured to the pole and the thought of the
torments that were to come for her. I must say that the sight of the tied
duchess was also a particularly attractive one for me, especially her dainty
feet covered for the moment in beautiful fur lined slippers , her ankles
crossed and tied with soft silk cords , and her beautifully manicured hands
tightly tied at the wrists and lashed to the carrying pole.
How many women had I had carried off in this fashion ?, too many to count.
Meanwhile I showed the other two monks the secret room and instructed them to
move one of the tickle torture frames down to the dungeon without attracting
attention.
I proceeded down to the dungeon. the two maids had been brought by another of
my staff and I told them not to be frightened. They would be my two tickling
assistants for the purpose of this special investigation and would have the
opportunity to mercilessly tickle the Duchess in whatever form they wished
without fear of harm to them. The girls seemed to like the idea a little and
they were taken away to be given plenty of food and wine as an initial reward.
I arranged for a small dais to be brought in and comfortable seating to be
installed so that we could observe the trials of the Duchess undergoing the
tickling torture in relative comfort.
Her wrists were manacled and the monks tied them to a rope and she was hauled
upright and released from the pole to stand on tiptoes her ankles still bound.
She thrashed around and the gag became wet as she dribbled furiously trying to
speak. The gag was released and she became outraged. It is not necessary to
repeat her words but they were not in the least ladylike.
I asked her how she pleaded to the charges and she indicated that she was not
guilty.
I then advised her that she would be put to the tickling torture as decreed by
the holy roman church so that her faith could be tested.
I ordered her to be stripped and soon the naked duchess hung before us , a
rapturous sight to behold. She was indeed a beauty. Her long dark hair fell
over her warm soft body which had a gentle golden colour. As is the tradition
amongst the southern French women she had no body hair and so the delicate
folds of her delicious slit were visible squeezed between her soft but firm
inner thighs. Her armpits were silky smooth and soft and her firm pert breasts
stood forward proudly as a princesses breasts should. Her long willowy legs
quivered slightly as my eyes took in her exquisite form down to her slender
ankles and delicious smooth skinned feet with softly painted toes.
The Duke was also staring longingly at his wife’s form as I expect he had never
had the opportunity to see her bound and naked before and in such a vulnerable
position.
The two servant girls were brought back in to the dungeon and, along with my
two monks we all stood staring for a moment at the exquisite beauty of ripe
womanhood which dangled before us.
I could not wait but began to run my fingers over the Duchess who immediately
began to laugh as she was a most ticklish person. I instructed the maids to
join us. They needed no encouragement as they had every reason to wreak their
revenge on the tickling aristocrat who had spent many hours tickling them
without mercy.
It is fair to say that the Duchess was one of the most ticklish women I have
had the very great pleasure to tickle. She thrashed and screamed and begged and
pleaded as myself, the maids , my monks and the Duke all took turns at giving
her the most delightful tickling of her life.
I could tell from the copious amounts of juice running down her legs that she
was orgasming in a way that only a tickled woman can and the Duke had the most
enormous stalk on, so I felt it fitting that after an hour or more that my men
and the maids and I should retire whilst the Duke gave his wife the most
enormous fucking of their entire marriage.
The Duchess was taken back to her quarters and laid on her bed to recover from
her ordeal. Meanwhile I sealed the necessary papers which I gave to the Duke
confirming that the Duchess was no heretic and that she should be granted all
privileges of her royal status.
I left the castle of the Duke and Duchess shortly after, but it is no real
surprise that they remain good friends to me and my entourage and that the Duke
and Duchess remained firmly wedded to each other for the remainder of their
lives.
I hear that the servants sometimes tell tales that they have seen the Duke
leading the Duchess bound and naked into the dungeons at night and have heard
the sounds of hysterical female laughter heard from inside the dungeon long
into the night, but the servants all seem bound to keep whatever secrets they
are entrusted with.. A happy tale indeed !
Greenfeather
