The Price of Luxury 2: What Money Can't Buy.

[TickleMantis]

Hello! 😀

As this is a sequel, you can read the original (if you like) here:

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=64606

If you prefer you can read the story below in five seperate chapters rather than one whole lot:

Part 1:

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...99#post1603899

Part 2:

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...97#post1603897

Part 3:

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...95#post1603895

Part 4:

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...92#post1603892

Part 5:

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...91#post1603891

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The Price of Luxury 2: What money can't buy.

M/f

By TickleMantis




Beverly Deveno was looking forward to the Caribbean with an enthusiasm that gave her a child like giddiness. Being the wife of a multi-billionaire it was true Beverly could act pretty much however she pleased. With the thought of all those young naïve beach boys that would no doubt be hanging around her chosen vacation spot the overly excited red head was pleased indeed.

Vacation, of course, was a term used loosely. Bev spent the last twenty years on vacation, the occasional charity event didn't seem to at all make up for the countless days spent bathing in her Olympic sized, fully heated pool while trying with success to seduce every new pool boy. On top of pool boys (and often underneath as well) were the young gardeners Bev would hire, the masseuses, the cooks, the cleaners and the list of well toned young men went on.

The hotel was the finest available. The room was on the very top floor with a beach view, the hundreds of holiday goers all enjoying their time on the golden sand and crisp diamond waters. The bell boy, who Bev had her eye on the second from arriving in the lobby, wheeled the golden framed luggage trolley to the threshold and casually admired Mrs. Deveno's peach like butt as she passed by him.

His job in an over priced luxury hotel meant being able to see a great deal of attractive women but this red suited bell boy, with his perfectly round golden rimmed hat, knew Beverly Deveno was something special. Certainly he'd never heard of Harry Deveno, or Deveno Construction, but he began to pay particular notice to the Deveno name upon the stunning forty two year old's arrival. A tall woman, fiery red hair that was clearly well paid for reached her slender shoulders, the straps of her several thousand dollar jade green sun dress dropping down to reveal a large inviting cleavage of two melon sized breasts, the dress cutting off not far below her well toned butt and extending on down long smooth legs that ended beautifully with delicate feet contained carefully into top of the line high heeled shoes.

The room was spectacular, a large clear window ran the entire length and height of the wall directly opposite the large wooden door. The glass wall held a view of most of the town, mostly the long golden beach and all it's happy tourists. Beverly licked her lips as she looked out of the window, the prospect of a suffer or young life guard was wetting her appetite, among other things.

"There you go ma'am." The dark haired lad said as he easily lifted the last of Beverly's heavy bags onto the floor.

"Why thank you…" Beverly paused as she waltzed toward the slightly nervous young man before tilting his name badge upward with her slender index finger. "…Juan."

"You're um- ahem…very welcome…ma'am." Juan the bell boy said stuttering his words as he couldn't help but stare at the stunning red head's gorgeous cleavage.

"You're not leaving are you?" Beverly asked halting Juan's departure by casually stepping in front of him as he turned, she had her sights set already, all systems were a lock.

"I have um…other…" Juan said with a pause as Beverly slid her long nails down his chest and began walking slowly back toward the open door of her hotel room. "…duties, other bags…"

Closing the door Beverly pressed her back up against it, palms flat on the hard wood and made sure a slither of that fiery red hair fell seductively over her face. Looking at the boy hungrily Bev was practically gagging for it, he was tall and tanned with deep brown eyes and jet black hair she could not wait to run her fingers through. The flight crew had been mostly women and the pilots were constantly busy, the last descent release Bev had was nearly twenty four hours ago with her husband of all people. That was intolerable for a ravenous creature like her, one who preyed on the young and naïve as she did so successfully, so often and to her constant satisfaction.

"I'm sure…" Bev whispered stepping forward slowly with bedroom eyes. "…there are plenty of duties here you can take care of."

"Uh…Mrs. Deveno…w-with all due respect ma'am…" Juan stuttered his words and his step, he clumsily walked backward into the foot of the large bed. "…uh!"

Pressing his chest with the palm of her hand Beverly let Juan collapse onto the large tidy bed. With his legs hanging off the end from the knees down the young man remained still and silent while the older woman straddled his waist and devoured him with her jade green eyes. Sliding her hands slowly up his torso Juan's eyes rolled a little when Bev's skilled fingers glided over the skin of neck and past his ears.

"Silly thing." Beverly said huskily as she removed his hat and tossed it carelessly behind her.

His hair was soft as silk and wavy to boot, a well presented style to be sure. Juan watched with nervous eyes as the milky breasted goddess atop him snapped open the top golden button of his red blazer and worked her way downward. Opening the jacket Beverly was well rewarded, a tight white singlet shadowed was a clearly a very well toned physique.

With a tigers growl Bev pressed her chest against and her cleavage nearly burst clean from the top of her green sun dress. Her full red lips wrapped tightly around Juan's mouth and she slid her long moist tongue into find the bell boys, they locked and the young man could not help but return the kiss. Wildly their tongues wrestled, Bev's back making a beautiful curve as she leant forward to passionately ravage her well earned feast.

"Mrs. Deveno…" Juan gasped as the long red hair stroked back across his cheeks when Beverly sat upright and slid her hands up the young man's singlet, across his six pack and onto the ripped smooth chest. "Oh god…"

"…hush…" Beverly whispered, keeping one hand stroking Juan's nipple while using the other to grab his wrist and guide the young stud's own hand toward her luscious hips.

With his hand on her side Beverly began using both of hers to caress Juan's taut chest. Inviting the chest stroke whole heartedly Juan bought his other hand into action and began sliding his palms up the smooth material of the big breasted woman's dress. Over her slender sides, under and past her jello like breasts and at last reaching bare skin under the passionate red head's arms.

"Eep!" Beverly suddenly removed her hands with a wide eyed expression and clamped her arms hard to her sides.

"…are you okay?" Juan asked, lying there with his blazer unbuttoned, his singlet pushed up revealing his well toned tanned torso and his hands resting delicately next to Mrs. Deveno's breasts.

"…excellent…" Bev replied instantly returning to her seductive self and sliding her hands back onto the muscular boy. "…Why wouldn't I be?"

"…no reason." Juan replied with a raised eyebrow, curious at the woman's sudden switch back and forth between moods.

"Sit up…" Beverly instructed as she sat upward and slide Juan's blazer back over his shoulders.

"Ma'am I-" Juan said as he sat on the edge of the bed with the kneeling beauty pulling his tight white singlet up over his head.

"Please…call me Bev." Beverly said in the same husky bedroom voice she was so fond off before tossing the singlet backwards.

"Bev…" Juan said softly as the insatiable woman titled her head and pressed her full lips onto his neck while he cupped his hands firmly around her plum like butt.

"Don't talk…" Bev whispered taking the briefest of intervals before kissing her way softly over Juan's collar bone while she felt his hands through her dress as they slid from around her shoulder blades to the bare skin under her arms.

"…I have a question…" The young man whispered, enjoying very much the woman's tongue and lips that explored his well toned chest.

"Eee!" Bev sat back once again, wide eyed, clamping her arms to her sides.

"…are you ticklish?" Juan asked the wide eyed woman with his hands clamped firmly under her arms.

"…I…" Beverly said hesitantly as she quite clearly forced herself to unclamp her arms and delicately stroke Juan's biceps. "…most certainly am not."

"Are you sure?" He replied making special effort to keep his hands quite idol while Mrs. Deveno stroked over his forearms and up to Juan's wrists.

"Quite sure." The beautiful red head but hopeless actress replied as she attempted to casually pry the young man's hands away from the obviously sensitive bare skin.

"Then how come..." Juan asked as he gave a playful level of resistance in order to keep his hands in place. "…when I do this…"

"Eee!" Bev squeaked with surprise as the tanned hottie's index fingers poked the sides of her breasts through the dress.

"…You squeak?" Juan gave no resistance as Beverly pulled his hands far out to the side and held his wrists tight.

"You just…you just surprised me…" The kneeling woman said in her best convincing tone while continuing to hold Juan's hands at a safe distance. "I'm too old to be ticklish…that's silly…"

"So if I do this…" Juan said teasingly as he began to slowly wiggle all ten of his suddenly menacing fingers. "…it doesn't bother you?"

"Not-not at all…" Beverly replied as she registered a notable amount of pressure coming from the young stallion's arms, he was pushing back toward her under arms.

"Tickle tickleee…" Juan joked as he looked her right in the eyes.

"This-This is s-silly." Beverly said trying as best she could to remain composed as she struggled in vain to resist the wiggling fingers that pressed closer and closer.

"Kootchy kootchy…" Those ten wiggling fingers were merely inches away and it was obvious Beverly was hard pressed where to look, she was trying to keep up her playful façade but the amount of strength being used to pull at Juan's wrists was defying her act.

"Yourrr…your going to be dissa…pointed." The verbal teasing, the kootchy koos, the tickles tickles, were no help, Bev looked down with her chin near her cleavage and darted her eyes back and forth as the fingers grew dangerously close.

"Here I come!" Suddenly Juan revealed he was pulling his punches, much stronger than Beverly had initially thought the young man clawed all ten of his squirming fingers into her soft smooth hollows.

"EEE! Hahahahah!" Beverly threw her arms to her sides, her head back and howled with a sudden involuntary laughter.

"You fibber!" Juan said as he enthusiastically dug deep into the squealing woman's soft flesh.


"Hahahastop!" Bev screamed slapping Juan ineffectively on his broad shoulders while squirming frantically to escape his grip. "Don't! Hahahaheee!"

She pushed hard in his chest, planted her expensive stilettos into the carpet and launched herself back from the bed. It last a few seconds, the giggling red head taking steps back and catching her breath. Juan stood up in only his black dress pants and shiny work shoes, his tanned rippling torso heaving a little with the sudden excitement.

"I think you told a fib…" Juan teased raising his hands once again and advancing slowly toward Bev with wiggling fingers.

"Don't!" Bev put an index finger up and stepped back quickly. "You can't tickle me!...Okay? No tickling…we can have fun…but absolutely no tickling."

"I don't knooow…" Juan said tilting his head as if seriously considering the proposal. "…Okay…sorry…I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Bev said with a sigh of relief as she let down her defences.

"Listen uh, I really should get back to work…but look I've got the day off tomorrow." Juan turned to the floor and retrieved his previously thrown singlet. "I'll be at this villa in Morricone...I have a second job cleaning the pool…"

"Is that right...?" Beverly said a little miffed she might have to pleasure herself tonight, although it was greatly out weighed by the prospect of a villa rendezvous.

"The owners won't be-mff-home…" The tanned bell boy tucked his singlet back in behind his belt and reached for his fallen blazer. "…Say ten am?"

At five minutes to eleven the next morning Beverly raised from the jet black executive taxi in all her Amazonian glory. The driver who held the door looked the gorgeous red head up and down, then up and down again. He wasn't supposed to of course, etiquette demanded so, but she was too beautiful to ignore. An expensive satin white hand bag hung stylishly from her slender shoulder, thousand dollar sun glasses rested atop Beverly's long red hair, the dress a low cut strapless sun yellow, her legs encased in the most unnoticeable of nylons reaching down forever into a brand new pair of arctic white stilettos.

The villa was more of a mansion, the driver pulled out around the large extravagant fountain that caused the driveway to make a circular trip to the front door. High up in the mountain surrounding the main city Beverly glanced left and could see the beach, possibly her hotel far in the distance. Out the back was a large back yard with an enormous clear pool that looked out over the ocean from it's cliff face edge.

"This view is stunning." Beverly remarked when Juan opened the door in nothing but a pair of blue jeans.

"Of the city?" Juan asked with clear flirtation in his voice as he looked Mrs. Deveno over and raised an impressed brow.

"…of everything…" The leggy seductress whispered as she brushed passed the shirtless stallion and wandered into the air conditioned villa.

The main room was splendid, a bar on the far wall, the open ranch sliders let in the day light through the glass and lead out to the pool and the amazing view. The centre of the room had a large oak coffee table surrounded by leather seating, the back wall dominated by a large dormant open fire. Entering through the arch way with Juan not far behind Beverly placed her glasses and bag on the sturdy table only to turn and once again admire the view.

"So…you like what to see?" Juan asked, standing a head higher than Bev he pressed his chest softly onto the bare skin of her back.

"I certainly do…" Bev pressed back and titled her head, with eyes closing softly she reached behind and squeezed the bell boy come pool boy's steel buns.

"Kootchy koo…" Juan whispered unexpectedly before suddenly wrapping his arms around Bev's torso, just below her large breasts and gripped rapidly at her soft rib cage.

"AEEEE!" Bev screamed and hunched forward but with Juan's strong arms wrapped tightly around her there was nowhere to go. "Ahahahah! Eeeeehahaha!"

Cackling like mad the poor red head thrashed to escape but it was no use. Her legs kicked and knees weakened but the tickling pool boy wouldn't even let her collapse. With wide mouthed laughter all ten of his wiggling fingers burrowed deep in between each sensitive rib. Slapping behind her, tugging at his arms, Bev was utterly helpless.

"Aww are we ticawish?" Juan spoke in a baby voice that added to Bev's humiliation as he picked her clean up off the floor.

"Aha! Put me down! Stahap!" Bev screamed kicking her legs, both her high heeled shoes unintentionally sent sailing through the air in her panick. "Stop it! Juan! Oof!"

Beverly crashed onto the soft leather couch face first where Juan easily dropped her. Turning to roll the shocked and panicking woman was jarred long enough by the landing for her toy turned tormentor to take up a new position. Straddling the backs of the older woman's long legs the young man was not letting the red head billionaire's wife turn over completely. Slapping his back Bev could only twist so far as she screamed, knowing his attention was turning to her upturned nylon clad soles.

"Here I cooomeee…" Juan purposely held his wiggling fingers up high above his head and began to bring them down slowly, the slapping and struggling the much stronger man was receiving from his captive was barely noticeable.

"Please stop! Juan don't!" Bev begged with the utmost sincerity as she tried desperately to buck herself free. "You have no idea how ticklish I am! Please I can't stand it! I'll do anythEEEEEAANOOOO! Hahahahaheeeiiaaa!

Slowly Juan's wiggling fingers danced across the wrinkled nyloned soles and it was more than enough to send the once proud predatoress into total hysterics. Clawing and bashing the leather couch, Beverly thrashed and tried in a fit of total desperation to climb away. His fingers were running up and down her soles, his pace had increased, it was diabolical. Around the heels, down the arches, over the toes and a flittering dance or pure torture back up those oh so sensitive insteps.

Utterly beside herself tears began to stream down the howling woman's reddening cheeks. He just wasn't stopping. Beverly hated being tickled, her husband hadn't tickled in her over twenty years because she'd threatened to take half of everything. On top of that the amount of massage therapists the busty red head had fired because of accidental tickling was unbelievable. The worst part of this particular situation was that Juan had found pay dirt almost immediately, the feet, of all places why did he have to focus on the feet?

"Tickwy wittle girl…" Juan slowed his pace to agonizing raking of his nails up and down the helpless red heads soft nylon arches.

"Heeheeno-please- haha! Stopstopstop!" Beverly rolled from side to side helplessly, he was keeping her in a constant state of helpless giggles.

"No…no I don't think you're quite there yet…" Juan commented before suddenly digging all his fingers ferociously under the hysterical woman's cute little toes.

"WAHAAAA! Noooo! Hahahah! Pleasegaahhhad! Staahahahah!" Arching her back Beverly cried for mercy.

"Oh!, please!, no!" Juan mocked in a higher pitched tone than normal as he kept his fingers squirming wickedly beneath the howling red head's nylon covered toes while his thumbs scratched lightly on her wrinkly arches. "I know you love it!"

Nothing could have been father from the truth, of course there was nothing Beverly could do. While a woman on considerable will power there were two things that she simply could not deny, her wild libido which saw her seducing young men on a near daily basis, and her crippling ticklishness. She could wail with laughter, thrash about and plead for all the mercy in the world but as long as someone was tickling her there was virtually no hope of freedom.

"Ahaaaa…n-no…I said—I said we could have fun, this…THIS ISN'T FUN!" Beverly screamed red faced and angry, slamming her fists into the couch when Juan at last ceased his cruel attack. "Get off me! Do you understand? I HATE BEING TICKLED!"

"Oh come on…" Juan began as he reached behind himself and ran his hand up the backs of Beverly's smooth nylon clad thighs as she struggled in vain to get her legs free from under him. "You're just not there yet…"

"Nahaha! Sto-hop! Hahahahaha!" The sudden squeezing of just below her gorgeous butt sent wiggling tickles up the big breasted beauties legs and forced out involuntary laughter.

Poor Beverly's face contorted into a terrified mix of horrified torment and girlish teary eyed laughter. Literally tickled to tears, how humiliating, what would her friends think? The top and trim of the social ladder back in the big city? Attending all those dinners with her high class peers, what would they say if they saw her now? Touched on the legs and tickled on the feet into a pink faced teary eyed mess. Embarrassing, to say the least.

Left to breath heavily and asses her situation Beverly sobbed a little when her thighs, now a light shade of pink underneath the thin stockings, finally stopped being attacked. When at full strength Beverly had not been able to even begin an escape, now weakened from the sudden onslaught of tickles and her eyes sightly blurred with tears the terrified red head was more desperate than ever.

"I don't think you really need this…" Juan said having turned himself around, straddling Bev's thighs with her well toned butt sitting between the young hunks legs as he grabbed the back of the panting red heads thin yellow sun dress.

"NO! Let go!" Beverly began to thrash suddenly and try desperately to reach behind her as she felt the thin garment being tugged backward. "Get off of me! Stop! Help! Heeeelp!"

"No one…can hear you!" Juan stated as the flimsy material began to tear at the sides, he ignored Beverly's struggles and focused solely on pulling the dress.

With a sudden SHRRRIPP the strapless dress flew back into Juan's hands and the half nude Mrs. Deveno fell forward, her large boobs pressing into the cool leather. Tossing the ruined dress backward Juan looked upon the topless woman with awe, her skin was silky smooth and creamy white. No garter belt it seemed, the stockings were tight and sheer, staying in place by their own will. For a woman of such expense it was surprising to see a pink thong, Juan hadn't noticed that beneath the thin dress. Clearly no sign of a bra, although that had been more than obvious when the busty red head had walked in the room. Beverly's large milky breasts were swelling beautifully out from the side as she lay atop them.

"Oh-oh my god…" Beverly said trying to raise herself up before suddenly being pushed back down when Juan's large palm pressed in between her shoulder blades. "No! No-pl-please! Don't, Don't! Ehheehee!"

With his large hand pushing the panicking woman face down into the couch cushions and his weight on her legs Bev was truly trapped. Taking the opportunity Juan began lightly dancing his five fingers all over the red head's right ballooning breast swell, sending her into a fit of silly giggles. Squealing from the simple strokes Juan didn't take long to up the ante by adding the occasional poke to his arsenal of boob assaulting tickles.

Red faced and teary eyed Beverly's well kept hair was quickly becoming messy as she shook her head with tickled anger. From the knees down those long inviting stocking clad legs were kicking back and forth into the leather. On the opposite end, the wailing red head's arms were slapping about wildly, trying so hard to remove Juan's tormenting hands to no relief. The giggling was terrible for her, not even full blown laughter, he kept her squealing like an idiot from simply staying in that same place, such light movements, often barely touching the skin.

"Are you enjoying yourself yet?" Juan said letting Bev gasp for air shortly after beads of sweat had begun to form on her beautiful voluptuous frame as he began to unbuckle his thin black belt.

"…hhh-hhh n-no…hhh" Beverly tried being defiant, try acting tough, try to be a big girl and not get tickled silly.

"That's too bad…" The tanned shirtless stallion said with mock sympathy as he slid his belt out from the loops and grabbed a hold of the half naked red head's left wrist. "…but don't worry, I've got a plan."

"…no…No! Please! Ohnooo!" Beverly began to scream and roll wildly from side to side, her stomach sank with an over riding panic as both her arms were pinned behind her and she felt the belt wrapping around her slender wrists. "I'm begging you here! Don't do THIS to me!"

"Comfortable?" Juan asked rhetorically as he clipped the belt firmly and rolled Beverly onto her back.

"Ahhh! NO! Let me go!" Bev's large milky white breasts jiggled as she screamed red faced at the young man who couldn't help but be stunned by the wobbling melons.

"C'mon on now, sit up…" Juan said placing a hand on Bev's thigh and another on her shoulder, she tried to bite with nothing but an empty unsatisfying snap. "Careful nOOOF!"

Suddenly, as soon as Bev had managed to sit up right, Juan received an almighty kick right to the family jewels. Standing with his legs either side of the near nude woman's own long nylon clad legs the desperate red head swung her right shin clean into the younger man's groin. With an agonised expression Juan took a step back to nurse his wounded pride. Sitting on the thick wooden coffee table the shirtless hunk groaned with a great deal of shock and displeasure.

Taking what was sure to be a brief, all be it satisfying, window of opportunity the topless red head leapt to her feet and ran quickly around the couch. With her arms still bound behind her, Beverly made her way towards the hall in a panicked jog, she had no plan whatsoever other than to get away, and get away fast.

"Oh-oh no-c'mon, cmooon" Bev whined as she stood with her back to the large wooden front door and tried in vain to move the handle, in her up and down motion those large milky boobs jiggled in beautiful bouncy motion.

"Arhh…just wanted to have some fun!" Juan yelled as he suddenly appeared at the arch way of the hall holding his pants up with one hand and began stomping toward the teary eyed half naked red head.

"No-hooo!" Bev wailed as she gave up on the front door and began her silly jog in the opposite direction.

In her current state, and not fully knowing the lay out of the house, Beverly was easy enough to catch up to. Reaching the end of the hall Juan took full advantage of the busty woman's hesitation and, letting go of his jeans, reached out with both hands to grab her slender shoulders. Unfortunately letting go of his beltless jeans caused Juan's boxer's to be revealed and as his pants wrapped around his ankles the clumsy tickler fell forward.

"OOPHF" Landing atop Beverly who fell face first, cushioned only by her large wobbling boobs, Juan kicked off his jeans angrily and proceeded to quickly roll Beverly onto her back before she regained what little composure she could muster.

"Get-Get off of me!" The sobbing red faced woman screamed with her arms bound beneath her as she looked up at Juan who straddled her hips in nothing but his dark boxer shorts and thin black socks.

"Oh no you don't!" Juan said clearly most unpleased about the recent assault as he sat up just enough to slide his boxers down and reveal his large hard manhood. "Here! You can make up for attacking me…"

Pursing her lips and shaking her head Beverly moved her mouth away from Juan's rock solid cock. The olive skinned hunk held himself with one hand and pushed the struggling woman's shoulder with his other. Had the circumstances been less torturous, like back in the hotel room the night before, the usually randy socialite would have gladly wrapped her full red lips around Juan's stiff cock. Due to the tickling, the terrible tickling, Bev was determined to remain defiant as long as possible.

"That's enough." Came a sudden, eerily familiar, voice followed by the closing click of a door. "You're going about it all wrong. You didn't listen did you?"

Blinking tears from her eyes Bev first saw Juan reluctantly, yet most obediently, pull his boxer shorts back around his waist. Sitting back on her hips Juan turned his head toward the front door, the pinned red head followed her captures gaze. She blinked. He was tall, tanned, dark hair, dark eyes, well dressed. A slick black brief case. Beverly blinked again, this time in disbelief.

"Phillipe?" Beverly squeaked with a sense of near over whelming confusion and an even deeper sense of fear.

She couldn't believe her eyes. It had been over a year since that horrible day. Since the day her once trusted masseur had turned into a tickling maniac. Chased around her own house, bare naked, restrained. Tortured. Phillipe had even employed the help of six friends, six women who stood proud with ice cubes ready to torment the poor red head who, at the time, was tied helpless to her own bed.

Beverly had often wondered what those women might have done to her had her husband and his two body guards not shown up at that moment and chased them off. Harry Deveno, Bev's billionaire husband had naturally sworn revenge on Phillipe. No one had heard a peep. Until now. Standing there, proud as punch, a look of intimidating determination on his handsome young face.

"Hello Bev." Phillipe said with a smile that told her little of his intentions before shifting his eye to Juan. "…I thought the idea was to wear her out?"

"I tried, just like you said…I kept tickling her and tickling her…nothing." Juan said turning back to look at Bev briefly.

"Well a blowjob was hardly going to help was it?" Phillipe sounded frustrated but Beverly was far too panicked to grasp what was happening. "Bring her into the lounge will you?"

"Put me down! Let go! Nooo!" Beverly screamed and kicked but Juan grabbed a hold of her ankles regardless and began dragging her thrashing body across the soft carpet. "What are you doing to me! Stop this please!"

It took less than a minute to get Beverly sitting back on the couch, her arms still bound tightly behind her. There was little point in running again, especially with two of them and especially in her state. Sit, wait, listen and hopefully an opportunity will present itself. There's always bribery. Whatever she thought, just figure out what's going on first.

"It's good to see you again Bev." Phillipe said placing the brief case on the large coffee table and opening it with the lid facing her so as she couldn't see the contents. "You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get half away around the world with your insane husband trying to kill me."

Beverly stayed silent. Juan sat a few inches to her side, looking frustrated, his gaze switching from her large milky breasts to Phillipe. Phillipe sat on the opposite side of the table, looking at Bev with the expectation of a response. Several second passed, Phillipe fidgeted with the contents of his mysterious brief case, a low hum from within before he spoke again.

"First allow me to apologise for Juan…I instructed him on how to deal with you properly but evidently he doesn't listen." Phillipe explained with a curious sense of sincerity in his voice before focusing his attention on the brief case once more.

"What is this?" A sudden a familiar voice came from within the expensive looking brief case.

"Mr. Deveno." Phillipe appeared to be speaking directly at the contents of the case. "I have your wife."

With those words Phillipe spun the case around to face the topless bound Beverly. In the case was a lap top, on the screen was the confused face of Beverly's billionaire husband. It was a webcam, clearly, and Harry Deveno was sitting in his office. Bev recognised the large window with the view of the Elk City sky line in the back ground. Mr. Deveno sat back in his chair, a look of wide eyed shock as his jaw dropped, he hadn't seen Beverly topless in months, he barely touched her these days. Now she was in nothing but a pink thong and stockings, tied at the wrists with a near naked young man sitting next to her.

"Harry!" Beverly squealed in a surprised panic before Juan swiftly wrapped his hand over her mouth.

"Beverly…" Harry said trying to maintain his cool demeanour and not give away the fact that the two young men on the other side of the world clearly had the upper hand.

"Don't look so confused Harry." Phillipe said spinning the computer back toward himself and changing Mr. Deveno's view from the one of his captive wife to one of the well dressed and eerily calm young man. "This is all very simple. You transfer ten million U.S dollars to several off shore bank accounts…ones which I will specify shortly…or we'll to this to poor Bev…"

Spinning the computer 180 degrees once again Harry got the view of his bound wife back. Juan took his hand from Bev's mouth and before the poor red head could utter a helpless plea Juan began gripping all ten fingers into her soft bare sides. Her stocking clad legs kicked wildly before the screen as she leant back on the couch, her mouth open wide with hysterical laughter as the cruel young man poked and prodded the trapped trophy wife.

"That's it?" Harry's voice was barely audible from the computer as it competed with his wifes howling laughter and frantic pleas for mercy.

"I'm sorry?" Phillipe asked as he spun the computer back toward himself and waved his hand at Juan who immediately ceased the tickles and covered Bev's heavily breathing lips once again. "What was that?"

"Is that it?" Harry asked Phillipe with a sudden and very real sense of collected calm. "If I don't pay you ten million dollars…you two idiots will tickle my wife?"

"That’s correct…keep in mind Harry, that Beverly was willing to take half of your fortune if you ever tickled her." Phillipe reminded the older man on the other end of the line just how insanely sensitive his wife was. "And what's ten million to you Harry? A days work?"

"Hahaha…you really are a total moron Phillipe." Harry said leaning forward in his chair and pending his fingers while titling his head forward and starring at the young kidnapper with a villainous look. "Your going to tickle her? Not hurt her, not kill her, tickle her?"

"We're not monsters Harry…but you of all people know what a stressful torture this will be for her." Phillipe knew Deveno's game, try and call his bluff, try and make it seem like tickling was no big thing. "You know how much I made her scream last time. How much she begged for it to stop. There's two of us now…this won't be a playful wiggle on the neck Harry…this will be torture."

Harry's expression didn't change but Beverly was certainly freaking out. Phillipe's brief mention of the last time he'd seen the busty red head conjured up some nightmarish memories which Beverly remembered all too well. Worse still Phillipe was right, not only did the master mind behind this have previous experience making her laugh and cry for mercy but now he had a helper. She did the math, twenty fingers running over her hyper sensitive skin, Bev could barely handle the thought.

"Do you really think I've been chasing you this past year because you tickled her?" Harry asked rhetorically as he looked upon Phillipe as if he were a total waste of his time. "I've been chasing you on principal you little shit. I've been chasing you because you took something from me without asking, and no one steals from Harry Deveno. You think I'll just…hand over ten million dollars? I'm going to have your head Phillipe, you and you're friend."

With that the screen went blank and Phillipe was sat a little speechless. He looked up Juan who was struggling to keep his hand clamped over Bev's mouth but still managed to look back with some irritation and confusion. Phillipe glanced to Bev who was struggling a little and sat wide eyed, she was more confused than anyone in the room. Looking back at the computer the young criminal sat for a moment before frowning and then calmly pressing a button before turning the computer back to face Bev.

"Right then." Phillipe addressed Juan and the near nude Mrs. Deveno. "It would appear Harry's not going to play ball…yet. But, he is still receiving the image we're sending, I've cut audio for the moment because he obviously wants to know our next move."

"He can still see us? The rich guy?" Juan asked looking at the tiny camera atop the computer.

"Yes he can. Which is fine, I'll turn the audio back on in a moment…" Phillipe said now with total confidence as he'd obviously recomposed himself after the initial shock. "What Harry doesn't understand is just how much this is going to upset poor Bev…he's only talk about it, he's never actually seen what happens….so we're going to tickle her, and tickle her and tickle her until he calls back…which he will."

"You're sure?" Juan asked suddenly having to struggle a little harder to hold the panicking red head in place.

"Positive." Phillipe replied as clicked the audio back on, removed his jacket and advanced toward the quivering Beverly with all ten fingers wiggling maniacally.

"NOO!" Bev screamed as Juan let her go and she fell backward onto the couch in her panic.

"It's been too long…" Phillipe said with genuine excitement as he clawed his experienced hands around the frightened red head's soft sensitive ribs cage.

"EEiiiieeehahahaha!" Beverly squealed and thrashed up and down, rolling from side to side as far as those hands would allow her to go.

Of all things, Beverly never in her wildest dreams expected to be touched by him again. She'd had nightmares about that day, the day he got her nude and drove her mad, but for it to repeat itself was beyond her imagination. Knowing what Phillipe was capable of made it that much worse, and he'd had all this time to plan. The terror of another tickler being on board, her large natural boobs wobbled from the thrashing but quivered from the fear. Juan held her ankles down, she couldn't kick, her arms locked behind her, poor Bev could only bounce her voluptuous hips up and down with frantic rhythm.

"I can't believe I ever let you go." Phillipe said calmly as he straddled the puffing red head's hips. "If it hadn't of been for Harry bursting in when he did…I might have taken you with me."

"Pl…please…Phillipe…this is mad." Beverly begged, knowing full well, in her heart of hearts, that she'd begged and pleaded plenty the last time round to no avail.

"Taken you with me…" Phillipe whispered, looking in the near nude woman's frightened jade green eyes and sliding his fingers up her sides. "…and tickled you forever."

Throwing her head back Beverly clenched her eyes shut and her full red lips let loose a girlish squeal. Wrapping his hands around the bound woman's large boobs Phillipe squeezed tenderly, his thumbs gently pressing into the very centre of her sensitive pink nipples. Four fingers on each side pressing rapidly back and forth into the highly ticklish curve where Bev's soft breasts met her heaving rib cage.

It didn't take long before the wildly struggling woman's eyes were blurred with tickled tears. Bev's cheeks had grown rosy red, her breasts turned a light shade of pink from the torment. On top of tears and various shades of colour changing on the howling billionaire's body the worst part was her inevitable arousal. The last time Phillipe had tickled her, the horny housewives body had reacted quite perversely, although this time it had occurred much sooner.

The last time the mere idea of a handsome young man like Phillipe touching her nude body drove her arousal, it took several long torturous minutes but eventually the poor woman was soaking between her thighs. This time, although she hadn't quite yet noticed having been to busy screaming for mercy, her body was acting horny much, much faster. Phillipe of course, knew why, because this time, Phillipe knew exactly what he was doing.

"What are you stopping for?" Juan said looking at the back of Phillipe's heads as he continued to press Beverly's stocking ankles into the couch cushion when he noticed the struggling and volume both die down suddenly, but not completely.

"This is what I was talking about." Phillipe turned his head looking back to Juan as he instructed very matter of factly. "Come here, take a look."

Beverly felt the weight lifted from her long nylon clad legs as Juan moved from the couch but was in no condition to attempt an escape. With tear blurred vision the sweaty red head was struggling for breath as she fought off the left over giggles that still burbled inside. Blinking away her tears that trickled down her reddened cheeks she noticed Juan moving around to the side of the couch, where he and Phillipe both appeared to be focusing on the exact same thing, her breasts. What about her breasts? Beverly's stomach sank, her nervous little butterflies had their own butterflies. Her pink nipples were standing at full attention, the memories of her past tickling induced arousal flooding back in a horrible traumatic torrent.

"Wow…you know, I didn't think it was possible…" Juan said clearing referring to a previous conversation between him and Phillipe. "…How is this possible?"

"…pleaaase…" Beverly whimpered between sobs as before the dark haired Phillipe coldly placed a hand over her full red lips.

"Two things. First of all, Bev hates being tickled…but her body loves it." Phillipe seemed to not even acknowledge the fact that there was a half naked woman beneath him as he explained the older woman's arousal to his cohort. "She can scream and laugh and beg all she wants, but she's going to get aroused…IF, and this is number two, you tickle her right. Just grabbing and poking isn't going to do anything…but a tender, firm prod on her breasts…a light dance of the fingers on her pussy…heck, even licking between her toes, drives her crazy but you watch as she lights up."

"Licking her toes?" Juan asked with a sense of surprise like a kid being given a time machine. "…how ticklish are her feet?"

"MMMMHH!!" Bev screamed and bucked wildly beneath Phillipe who struggled to keep his hand over her howling mouth.

"…does that answer your question?" Phillipe replied with a wicked grin.

As the young former masseur climbed from his former employer Beverly began to buck wildly with her new semi sense of freedom. Lying on the couch the near nude woman looked through damp eyes at the two men who stood looming over. Juan wasn't too much of a worry, he seemed to be a pawn, a side kick at best. It was Phillipe that worried the red faced red head, that cold methodical look in his eyes. He reached out a finger to stroke somewhere, Bev didn't hang around to find out where, with new found energy the squealing trophy wife sprung upward and leap over the arm of the couch.

"Hey!" Juan said taking a hasty step forward, about to enter hot pursuit before he felt Phillipe's hand on his shoulder.

"Not so fast…" Phillipe said as the two tanned young men watched the stocking clad wrist bound beauty run frantically through the house and clean out the back door. "…where's she going to go?"

With her large tickle pink breast bobbing up and down Bev knew the front door was a no go. Heading through the glass ranch slider into the back yard the terrified woman knew there had to be some sort of side gate. The fence side fences were too high to jump, especially with her hands bound behind her, the back fence was simply a drop down the mountain face. Rushing around the side of the large villa Bev found herself confronted by a large hedge.

Juan and Phillipe wandered casually and stood just outside of the back door. Watching with a sense of cruel hilarity they smiled too one another as the panicking woman ran by the pool side to the houses other end. Disappearing down the side of the villa the two young men waited a moment for Beverly to discover unlocking the large wooden gate was impossible in her current state. Running back to the pool side Bev stood down the stairs and across the grassy walkway from her two captors.

"Please…oh…oh god…please, please just…don't do this…" Bev sobbed as she looked up at the two eerily calm young hunks with genuine tears of fear. "Harry…Harry will pay whatever you want, I swear, just…just let me talk to him! Let me talk to him, I can make him pay!"

"…Sure Bev." Phillipe said with a blatantly obvious sense of sarcasm. "Why don't you come inside and we'll let you negotiate?"

"…No! No…oh no! Why me?! Please do-" Mrs. Deveno took a step backward as she felt her slender nylon heel caress the large pools edge when the two stallions began slowing descending the backyard stairs.

"-Why not face facts Bev?" Phillipe asked rhetorically as he noticed her eyeing up the pool as forming some sort of fruitless plan. "We're going to drag you inside, back in front of the camera…kicking and screaming…and we're going to tickle you…and tickle you…and tickle you."

"NO!" Beverly screeched as she quickly pivoted and threw her weight in order to leap into the crystal clear water of the large sky blue pool. "NO-HOOOO!!!"

Screaming at the top of her lungs Mrs. Deveno thrashed violently when her descent into the inviting water was halted by Juan's hand wrapping securely around the red head's slender bicep. Wrapping his arms around Bev's Juan dragged the wild woman away from the water. Hollering for help and mercy did little use defined by the fact Phillipe soon grasped her ankles and the two men carried her back into the house.

"You see what you're making us do Harry?" Phillipe spoke into the camera as he sat on the couch with Beverly's stockinged feet sitting upturned in the crook of his arm, facing the computer. "None of this would be necessary if you'd just pay up…"

Forced to lay face down on the couch once again Bev could feel Juan's large hands pressing her shoulders into the cushions. The young dark haired stud was simply leaning over the arm of the chair, pressing her down firmly. Up the other end of the couch, on a slight angle, Phillipe sat with the poor woman's delicate soles facing toward the ceiling in their nylon prison. The computer, and thus the view of the increasingly annoyed Harry Deveno, sat on the corner of the heavy wooden coffee table ready to capture every moment.

"Hhh…hhhg…g-g-hhh" Beverly struggled a little, as best she could, as heaving breathing took over her cute little toes spread with horrid anticipation beneath the thin nylon cover, she'd had nightmares about this moment and the reality was far worse than anything in her dreams, Phillipe was back and actually going to touch her feet, it wasn't happening, it couldn't be…

His free hand positioned only a few inches from the two frightened feet Phillipe too was feeling a great sense of anticipation. He too had dreamed of this moment, to be able to touch this goddess' soles once more. It had been twenty years since Mr. Deveno had been near his wife's silky sensitive soles, Juan had never gotten the chance. Only Phillipe and Beverly herself knew how truly maddening it was to be touched there. Phillipe wiggled his five fingers and slowly lowered his hand.

"Ohh Mrs. Devenooo." Phillipe rolled his eyes back a little as he felt the expensive nylon on his finger tips and was rewarded with a banshee's wail.

Shuddering Bev wiggled her feet and tried to hide one with the other but her mind was soon lost to the torturous sensations running rampant about her wrinkly soles. With barely any pressure at all Phillipe's five dancing digits glided down her arches, across the instep, around the heel and flittered playfully along the balls of her feet. Shaking her head from side to side the howling woman even tried burying her face into the couch cushion, nothing lessened the torment. Such small movements caused such an insane reaction, the feel of that thin nylon between her skin and his was maddening enough in itself.

Juan stood in a state of amazement. He thought he'd seen ticklish before, but this was crazy. Never in his life had he see a woman react so extremely to the act of being tickled, let alone to a little light touch. Her face was bright red, her eyes filled with tears as they switched randomly between tightly closed and wide as dinner plates, all the while a look of terror stricken mirth was constant on Mrs. Deveno's hysterical face.

With no clock visible Juan was unable to measure the amount of time that had gone by. The excitement of watching this poor woman be destroyed by what most would consider a playful act was also clouding his estimation of time but it wasn't long before the young man's attention had shifted. As much sadistic fun as it was to focus on Beverly's tormented expression the almost hypnotic allure of the voluptuous woman's bouncing peach like butt couldn't escape Juan's lustful gaze. Those two tight sweaty cheeks vibrating up and down with that sexy pink thong outlining their every movement, the bulge in the young man's boxer shorts was at full pique.

"Come now Harry…" Phillipe said as he finally relented, the bulge in his own pants not at all unnoticeable. "Can you really put your dear wife through such horror?"

"Pl…pl…n-no…AAAHHAHAHA!" Beverly struggled to form words as she gasped for air before those merciless fingers once again scrambled over her soft heels evoking a hoarse wail from between her big red lips.

Near nude Beverly's soft creamy skin was gleaming with a thin cover of exhaustive sweat. Sweat wasn't the only fluid moistening the super rich red head as the front of her thong was dampening quickly as well. Slightly higher Bev's large soft breasts ballooned out to the side of her pressed down torso but between her boobs and the couch cushion were two very stiff, very hot nipples that were begging for some attention. Curiously it appeared Phillipe was reading Mrs. Deveno's body like a book, either that, or he was the devil incarnate.

"Sit her up." Phillipe ordered as he stood up and stretched as if having just done a hard days work. "Face her toward the camera, hold her arms, wait here."

Walking out of the room and leaving them alone once again Juan immediately followed orders. Grabbing Bev's arms he rolled her over and sat the panting woman up with her back against the arm of the couch. It was almost like moving dead weight, her head hung loosely with that long red hair plastered to her forehead, tears dripping from her chin onto her nylon clad thighs. Twisting at the waist Beverly's legs hung from the chair and her soles sat comfortably on the thick carpet, a welcome sensation after the previous assault.

"…I'll- I'll do…hhh-hhh…anything you want…" Mrs. Deveno whispered breathlessly to Juan as she hung her head with humiliation while the young man held her arms firmly.

"I'm sure you would." Phillipe said as he walked back into the room far sooner than Beverly had expected. "But we're not here for blow jobs and titty fucks."

Looking up Beverly and Juan followed Phillipe as he held yet another black brief case. Placing it next to the other one the matter of fact former masseur opened the new case in the opposite direction to the computer case, it's lid hiding the contents. Barely taking a moment to examine the inside Phillipe reached in as if knowing exactly what it was he needed and caused Juan to throb and Bev to gulp when he revealed two long, stiff, white feathers.

"When I say 'now'…" Phillipe began as he wandered toward the weakly squirming woman and his partner in crime. "…I want you to tickle her ribs and belly."

"Phillipe!...I swear! Anything! Whatever you want, just name it!" The poor woman hunched forward in an impossible attempt to make herself smaller as the seemingly deaf feather wielding man dropped the feathers on the table and pulled her legs onto the couch, stretching them out in front of her.

"Okay Bev…" Phillipe said with no clear intention of taking her offer seriously as her kneeled over the red head's long legs, straddling her thighs. "I want you…to say you love being tickled."

"…But…wait…wait!" Beverly yelled desperately as Phillipe leant to his side slightly and retrieved the two feathers, one in each hand. "Okay! Okay! I love it!"

"You love what Bev?" Phillipe asked of the fretting woman's forced lies while he positioned the stiff feathers directly in front of her even stiffer nipples.

"I love…nopleasedon't!" She shrieked when the tips of each feather pressed against her sensitive love buttons and their hundreds of tiny frongs stroked around her areola. "Heehee nohoho eeeheee!"

With a sudden flush of girlish giggles Beverly's head began to shake from side to side accompanied by a big silly grin plastered across her face. The red head's large sweaty breasts jiggled like jelly as the feathers stayed locked on target, the intensely irritating, ticklish and embarrassingly arousing sensation turning her into little more than a silly school girl.

"You see what I mean?" Phillipe spoke to Juan loudly to combat the giggles and increasingly frequent involuntary moans that were escaping the woman's full red lips. "She's begging for it to stop but can't hide the fact it's turning her on!"

"HeeheenoooOOoo…hahahapleeheeOOOoooOhhh…" Bev's eyes shut as she rolled her eyes back before the tickling would interrupt the pleasure and she'd be forced back to squealing and laughing like a the tickle toy she'd become. "Staaahhaap pleaAAOoooOhhhhgaawwwd"

"Notice the panties too?" Phillipe asked causing Juan to lean forward and still hold Bev as best he could.

Sure enough the front of Bev's thong was soaked clean through, and it certainly wasn't sweat. On even closer inspection it was apparent, all be it an unconscious act on her part, that the hyper ticklish billionaire was lewdly grinding her hips as best she could. With the woman's near nude frame already vibrating and squirming from the feathery onslaught it was difficult to spot, but sure enough there was a definitive pattern that told the two young men everything they needed to know.

"You horny ol' perv Mr.s Deveno!" Juan shouted with excitement as he stood back, his grip still firm around Bev's helpless arms.

"Ahh! Ahh! eehheoOOooo!" Before long Bev was grinding furiously, her soaking womanhood searching fruitlessly for something, anything, to enter it's hot chambers.

"Notice how her moaning is more common than the laughter?!" Phillipe said to Juan with a nod as response, it was clear the older woman was enjoying her titty tickle far too much for their liking. "Now!"

"WAAAHAAA! EEEHahhahahnaahaa!" Bev suddenly screamed and the moans ceased immediately as forty fingers all zoned in on her soft rib cage and all the lust that had been so hard earned was tickled away in less than second.

Arching her back, Mrs. Deveno tossed her head back with a howl of frustrated tormented laughter. Cackling like a wild woman she tossed and turned with nowhere to go, ten fingers on each side running up and down her delicate rib cage. Poor Bev's feet wiggled helplessly down the opposite end while her large bouncing boobs wobbled frantically in response to the vicious attack. Their twenty fingers felt like a hundred, they were everywhere, her tummy, her ribs, her breasts, her back, sides, under arms. Juan's belt didn't budge as it held the hysterical woman's wrists tight behind her shaking torso.

Any of her long, fiery red hair that wasn't plastered to Beverly's face was being tossed in all directions. She shook her head from side to side, back to back, screaming with giggles and traumatic mirth. Hunching forward, arching backwards, the poor woman even tried to throw herself from the couch. It was useless, the ticklish billionaire was surrounded by twenty fingers that were dead set on exploring her nude upper body with ruthless efficiency.

"You see what we did there?" Phillipe asked rhetorically as he folded his arms in a business like manner and waited for Juan to follow suit.

"…she was about to…cum?" Juan asked trying hard to sound like a twit as he finally relented and let the gasping woman hunch forward with relief.

"She sure was." Phillipe said making sure he turned just in time to emphasize those words to the camera. "She was going to cum her little brains out…until we tickled her…hard."

"HHHh…hhh…pl-pl…" Beverly mumbled and sobbed softly in the background, her head hanging, looking through tear blurred eyes at her slender tummy which was now rich with hundreds of pink tickle trails.

"You see Harry, your wife loves being tickled." Phillipe put all his attention on the camera as he climbed up from the couch and looked down towards it, as if standing over any viewers on the other end. "Light…sensual touching…like a feather, ooh that drives her wild…but get her close enough to the edge…wait until she's really moaning…howling like a damn wolf…and then BAM!...hit her with a full on assault…you can do it for hours…drive her to the edge, that sweet promise…then tickle, tickle and rip it all away…build her up to knock her down!"

"Like a pack of cards!" Juan said with quite some enthusiasm as he goosed Bev's ribs sending the suddenly shrieking woman forward in a panicked jump, spinning her legs, tripping on her own knees and ending up face first into the couch cushion with her knees underneath so that sexy thong framed butt stuck up in the air.

"Right then." Phillipe said thinking quickly as he straddled Bev's back, his tight butt resting on the backs of her shoulders with his legs either side of her bound arms. "Pin her ankles!"

Quickly obeying, Juan once again leaned over the arm of the chair. In her current kneeling, fallen forward face first position Bev's cute stocking clad feet stuck out from beneath her taut butt. Pressing his hand down over the back of her ankles Juan insured that the helpless pinned woman would remain with her pointing high in the air.

"Na-heeee!" Bev squealed when she felt Phillipe's fingers stroking her exposed bum cheek, her bound hands trying helplessly to reach out and stop him. "Oh-ho no-ooh! Ahheehee!"

She buried her face into the couch cushion and muffled her giggling but couldn't keep still for long. Rolling her head about Bev tugged and pulled in every which direction but the sensitive woman's struggles only proved to amount to light shuddering in her current predicament. Silent laughter befell her every time Phillipe's nasty hands would reach the side of her cheeks, five fingers caressing her cute butt dimples. Silent laughter would turn to pleading and giggles when he danced those devilish hands to the backs of her thighs which broke into roaring, full blown belly laughs whenever he'd get to close to the centre of that tiny pink thong.

Not content with just proving how intensely ticklish Bev's peach like butt was, Phillipe would run his hands quickly down the cackling heiresses sides just to keep her guessing. At one point he reached both hands underneath, between her thighs and belly and clawed wickedly at her immobile tummy. There was even a minute or two there where the former masseur drilled a finger into Mrs. Deveno's hyper ticklish belly button, while using his other hand to squeeze and dance about her cheeks.

"Don't move." Phillipe said calmly as he swung his leg over and climbed up from the couch toward the coffee table. "Either of you."

Juan was going nowhere, the obedient lap dog he obviously was. Bev on the other simply didn't have the strength. Even if she did, where was there to go? That was a lie of course, the sobbing, gasping, sweating red head had plenty of strength, she simply didn't have the will. She wanted out, she wanted away, she just couldn't summon the power to attempt another failed escape.

Turning back toward the couch Phillipe saw Juan grin wickedly when he noticed what the slightly taller man had retrieved from his mysterious case on the table. Straddling Bev's shoulders once again Phillipe sat facing Bev's cute, tickled pink butt and hooked the strap of her thong under his index finger. Crying a little more, the poor red head felt her thong slide over her taut cheeks until they hung loose around the tops of her pinned legs.

With her bare butt and now fully vulnerable Mrs. Deveno clenched at the sound of an unfamiliar buzzing. She murmured some non-sensical words, more begging no doubt, and then let rip with a high pitch scream when a thousand tiny brush tips spun furiously near the centre of her cheeks. Holding her head high a look of pure, wide mouthed, agony dropped the shocked woman's jaw when Phillipe ran an electric toothbrush in between her creamy white buns. Holding the spinning brush in one spot would have been plenty, but Phillipe was far crueler than that. With a head full of sadism the dark haired young man stroked the buzzing tip down her crack, right to the point it almost met her womanhood, and then with a painfully slow pace dragged the spinning tendrils back through the sensitive valley, all the way to the base of Bev's spine.

"GAAAHAA! GA-GA HAAA!" Inhuman wails bellowed from between the big breasted woman's full red lips as the misused dental device made the trip from top to bottom of her bottom over, and over again.

Unbelievably sensitive, there were few more places which could cause such an intense reaction. Occasionally the brush would stop half way, just sit there buzzing in the middle and driving the tormented woman to whole new levels of tickled crazy. Unfortunately, due to the very nature of it's location, the distressing brush assault had once again begun a chain of perverse reactions in the sexy trapped woman's body. From her smooth flawless womanhood, over her inner thighs, down onto her calves and resting in a growing puddle on the couch cushion beneath Beverly flowed the honey that proved she was fit to explode.

"Stop!" Juan said suddenly as he noticed the victim's toes spreading with a rapid frequency not seen before, and the moist liquid essence that was seeping through the damp cushion. "She's going to cum!"

"Is that right?" Phillipe said immediately ceasing, with a quick click the brush was off and the buzzing was replaced with the loud sobs, pants and left over giggles of the woman trapped underneath him. "…So she is…good work Juan."

"She's having quite a time…" Juan said as Phillipe climbed off of the woman and they both listened to what were now easily identifiable gasps of pleasure.

"Give me a minute…get her mind off it" Phillipe instructed as he wandered back toward the suit case, of which the contents Beverly had quickly learned to dread. "Tickle her feet or something."

Not one to argue with an order like that Juan pushed Beverly's butt forward, forcing the exhausted woman to lay flat. Red faced and utterly wrecked she could do nothing in protest, not even plead among her hard, heavy breaths, when Juan swung a leg over her calves and sat with Bev's stocking covered upturned soles poking out from between his legs. With the excitement of a teen about to hit second base for the first time the dark haired bell boy wiggled all ten of his fingers and bought them down upon the red head's unsuspecting soles.

”NAAAHAAA! EEYYA!" With barely a moment's rest poor Beverly still had her pink thong loosely wrapped around knees when Juan's curious fingers pattered over her sensitive heels.

Thrashing up and down, near breathless the howling heiress was utterly destroyed by the simple touching. Bev could take solace in nothing, she knew they were torturing her even if her tickled addled mind couldn't form the word. Any feelings of comfortable warmth that had existed between the red head's legs were brief and now non existent, her laughter strained to the point in occasionally fell to a mere silent, tormented squeak.

After a few short moments, depending on your perspective of the situation, Juan began to realize exactly what Phillipe had planned and began to grow quite excited. With Juan's excitement rapidly increasing, the young man subconsciously sped up the speed of his assault on the older woman beneath him. For Bev's part, she had no idea what was causing the increase in speed, nor the time did she care, it tickled more and the destroyed woman was going insane because of it.

"Should I stop?" Juan asked during a silent patch, his movements slowing as he became slightly more conscious of his actions.

"For the moment." Phillipe replied as he finished what he was doing and stroked Beverly's bare butt before putting all his attention back toward the camera. "End game Harry. This is it."

Beverly couldn't understand what Phillipe was saying, her mind still shattered and at that point seemingly beyond repair. He continued talking with no response from the computer, Bev's bound and pink and sweaty frame heaving for air the background, the young man sitting atop the backs of her legs. Finally summoning some sense of sanity the upturned red head bought her face up from the couch cushion and turned her head just in time to hear something about a last chance. Phillipe began to move the two suit cases from the coffee table and with a sense of fear and dread that seemed to instantly reassemble her thoughts the shocked woman realized what they were going to do.

"Harry! HARRYYYY!" Beverly began screaming at the computer as Phillipe placed it on the couch opposite. "Harry you bastaaaard! Pay them! Pay them now!"

In her weakened state Beverly thrashed as best she could, but it would never be enough. Phillipe had the cleared the table and unless her husband found his conscious any time soon, the angry and frightened woman's fate was sealed. On each leg of the long wooden table were scarves, scarlet red in colour and tied with one end, the thing to be tied on the other four ends was frighteningly obvious.

"Strip her." Phillipe said bluntly as he loomed over the panicking teary eyed woman and snagged her thong in one hand, stretching it off her knees until it ripped clean off.

Rolling onto her back the wild tempered red head kicked hard, even with a leg each the two young men struggled to forcibly remove Beverly's thin nylon stockings. Begging the computer, which hopefully had her seemingly heartless husband on the other end, Bev fought hard but Phillipe and Juan were simply bigger and stronger, they hoisted her from the couch to the cold heavy table.

With her arms still bound by Juan's belt behind her, the desperate red head was pressed by her shoulders onto the table top. Kicking her long bare legs at Phillipe she cried for some semblance of mercy. Struggling to hold her down Juan couldn't help but let his eye wander over the ballistic woman's nude frame, her jello like creamy breasts, her smooth heaving tummy, her moist peachy mound and those long silky legs that were now bound to the table.

"Geez." Juan said with relief as he and Phillipe stepped back to admire their hard work.

The nude woman's delicate feet hung from the ankles down, near the corners at the foot end of the table, the scarves having been quickly yet firmly wrapped and tied. The distance spread Bev's feet roughly two feet apart. On the legs at the head of the table remained two loose scarves, but the young men had clearly decided to let Juan's belt continue holding the wild temptress' arms for the time being. At least until they'd regained some energy.

"Geez is right." Phillipe said knowingly as he gazed over the suddenly silent woman who was simply sitting upright and about as rigid as a fence post.

Sitting there, her ankles bound in front of her wide tear filled eyes and her wrists secured behind her, Beverly watched with an ever growing sense of horror as Phillipe took purposely slow steps toward the suitcase with the hidden contents. Flashing the naked woman a devil's toothy grin Phillipe clicked something behind the case's lid and in a cloud of thin white moisture produced two long curved rocket shaped, perhaps raspberry flavored, ice blocks.

"…please…" Bev said hoarsely as she watched Phillipe hand both of them to Juan and then retrieve another two from the case, one in each hand. "No….no…nonono"

Shaking her head from side to side in disbelief the naked woman tugged helplessly at the silky ties which held her bare feet. Juan began to advance with both stick mounted icicles toward Mrs. Deveno's long shaking legs. Phillipe, in a moment of quick thinking, placed both his ice blocks in one hand and swiftly slid a large cushion behind Bev, a protection of his investment, the sweaty ticklish billionairess was no good to him unconscious.

As Phillipe had predicted, Beverly threw herself backwards with a wide mouthed screech the second Juan slid his curve tipped frozen treats along the tops of her slender thighs. Using the curved tips like icy fingers Juan skated them up and began prodding wickedly at the shocked woman's slender tummy. Never once to miss out Phillipe promptly followed suit as he poked his two super cold pointers into the sides of the red head's defenseless hot body.

Unable to bring her arms around for protection Beverly rolled and bucked on the cushion as the four freezing confectionaries melted into every ticklish spot above her gyrating hips. The cold soon made Bev's large pink nipples threaten to stab straight through the ceiling, Phillipe standing at the head of the table and chasing the two glacial teats as they wobbled away. With her large sensitive breast being put through a virtual blizzard, Juan kneeled between Bev's long bound legs and made her wail with laughter when he pressed a chilled drilling point into her hyper ticklish belly button.

"Oh Bev…you want a taste?" Phillipe asked when they finally ceased, she didn't know how long it been but her breasts, tummy, ribs and underarms were all soaked with raspberry goodness and the ice blocks held by the two young men were considerably smaller than before.

"Mmmm!" Bev pursed her mouth as tears trickled down her bright red cheeks when Phillipe attempted to feed the soaking woman what was left of his treat turned torture device.

"Not hungry?" Phillipe said collecting the two near iceless sticks from Juan and with the same click from before placed them back in the mysterious suitcase. "How about a little treat anyway?"

A familiarly frightening leer smirked over the young mans face as he revealed, from with the case, yet another similarly shaped ice block, although this was apparently lime flavor. Standing to the side Juan watched as the dark haired well tanned Phillipe took position and kneeled between the bound red head's long luscious legs.

"Ahh!" Bev gasped and arched her back when the icy cool tip slid along her inner thigh. "Hah!...N-n-no!"

"Open wide…" Phillipe said sliding the frozen tip in between the helpless woman's smooth hairless lips sending a noticeable shiver up Mrs. Deveno's spine as it entered her womanhood.

"Haah! Noahh-aahh!" With the frozen rod inside her Bev thrust lewdly and took in quick shocked breaths with each chilling movement.

Behind her back the ice sexed red head's fingers spread wide and her long nails scratched the table top as they searched for anything to grip hard. Beverly's sweaty well toned butt cheeks slid back and forth across the smooth hard wood, her long fiery hair splayed over the cushion beneath her as her lips formed a giant O, her brow a frustrated symbol of confusion, hatred and undeniable pleasure.

"Hope is a terrible thing Mrs. Deveno." Juan said as he loomed knelt next to the head of the table and looked into the red head's eyes as they opened wide when the sexy chill between her legs suddenly ceased. "Especially when it's false."

"Hhhh…hhh…n-no…w…what…?" Bev was now covered in tears, sweat, lime, raspberry and between her legs ran a river of her own flavored juices but the sadistic young men still would not allow that final release.

"What a mess you are Bev." Phillipe said licking his top lip ravenously. "Only one way to clean you now…"

"AAAIIIIEEE!" The alarmed nude woman shrieked when both Juan and Phillipe lowered their heads toward her nude torso, their long wet tongues lapping toward the moist bare skin. "HaEEEEE! NAAHAAHAHA!"

If the thrashing red head hadn't of been so incredibly ticklish the act of two handsome young men licking her naked body would be a pleasant one indeed. Unfortunately this had never been the case, and worse still the intent of Juan and Phillipe was far from pleasure for the older woman, they were out to tickle and tickle good. Achieving their goal in spades the two tongues individually cleaned every inch of the howling goddesses upper body as they slid along her tummy, in between her soft ribs, into her vulnerable navel, under her jiggling boobs, along the soft cushy sides, across her collar bone and ending with a nipple each.

Their lips wrapped around Beverly's hyper touchy areola, the two young men held a nipple each and darted their tongues with lizard like speed across the stiffened nubbins. Knowing what to expect by now the hysterical red head fought hard to keep back the moans of pleasure that were hoarsely tearing through. Backfiring tremendously the fight to hold back only increased the intensity of her pleasure and the tormented worryingly excited woman dreaded and welcomed the eruption that was sure to occur this time.

Or not.

Sitting up the two boys knew the counter had reached it's last seconds. Bev only needed one more lick to push her into pleasureville. Alas, it was not to be as rather than the tonguing she hoped for her prayers were only answered with a sudden onslaught of vicious rib tickles. Sending her moans away Mrs. Deveno was once against reduced to a giggling school girl as she rolled about in a futile attempt to resist the twenty fingers which wiggled over her voluptuous torso.

Guffawing helplessly Beverly sucked in air with shock when she felt the soft pressure of Phillipe's mouth over her lime flavored mound. Juan wasted no time quickly stripping the suddenly aroused woman of her pleasure as he ended the mere seconds long interval he'd allowed her between rib tickles. All ten of the young bell boy's fingers slid firmly in between the red head's ribs, pressing the soft sensitive areas in and out. Lower down Phillipe ravenously munched Bev's tormented pussy, cleaning the limey green and getting exquisite love juice as reward.

A vicious combination of relentless rib tickling and well practiced cunnilingus served to drive the bound older woman utterly mad. The pleasure below was intense but the work being done by Phillipe's expert tongue was constantly disrupted by Juan's unhelpful fingers which were busy poking, prodding and squeezing causing Beverly's rib cage to turn a light shade of pink. Thrashing about did little good to quell back the river of tears that flowed down her strained bright red cheeks.

"Much better." Phillipe said sitting up, kneeling between the exhausted red head's long smooth legs. "You look a lot nicer without all that sticky juice all over you."

If by 'nicer' Phillipe meant a complete mess then he was certainly on the money. As it was the two young men quite enjoyed the sight of the bound, sweaty woman with tear blurred eyes and tickled pink ribs. Bev's long red hair splayed in every which direction, pasted to her frazzled face as she lay gasping for air and the constantly denied sexual release she longed for. The perfect state, as it were, to reposition the defenseless woman. With little effort Juan and Phillipe barely fought the weak tugs of resistance Mrs. Deveno put up as they untied her hands, stretched them high above her head and retied them with the silk scarves to the corners of the large wooden table.

"Mehneh…plsse…mee" Bev sobbed unable to form real words while trying to use her last ounces of strength to look directly into the suit case's computer camera.

"Hold her head." Phillipe said completely ignoring Beverly's feeble attempts at whatever it was she might be trying.

Juan lifted Beverly's head and with a gentle slide Phillipe removed the large cushion from underneath, replacing it with Juan's shirt which he had removed previously. With Mrs. Deveno's easily manageable head resting on the t-shirt the two young men lifted her mid section and slid the large cushion underneath the small of Bev's back. The silk scarves holding the red head's limbs at each corner of the table held her nude body stretched and with the cushion now directly beneath her, her body was tight and taut, Beverly's soft ribs protruding from the arch they had made.

"Juan…" Phillipe began as he slid an index finger down the length of Bev's near immoveable tight tummy before picking up the near disappeared lime ice block from the table top between the woman's knees. "…why don't you suit yourself up from the case there?"

Welcoming the invitation excitedly Juan quickly maneuvered his way to the couch where sat the two cases. Clearly in admiration of the contents Juan spent a moment glazing his eyes over the doubtlessly terrible things that resided with the turned case. With a complete sense of disbelief Beverly's jaw dropped and she quickly blinked tears from her eyes when Juan brought his hands from behind the case's lid and revealed a pair of tools far worse than any frozen confectionary.

As if they were made to fit Juan held his hands up high and grinned at the new toys, jet black leather gloves, each with a long white feather protruding from the tip of it's fingers. Pinching each silver handle Juan easily sealed the tiny zips that tightened the shallow sleeves around his wrists. His grin growing larger by the second the young man mercilessly wiggled the ten long feathered fingers toward the rapidly breathing Mrs. Deveno.

"N-n-n-no…" Bev stuttered and squeaked as she looked over her large wobbly breasts which sat slightly above the height of her head.

"Y-y-y-yes!" Juan mocked descending the feathers down onto Beverly's taut tummy and dancing their thousands of fronds about the silky smooth surface.

"Eeeeiiaahahee!" Thrashing her head from side to side Beverly caused surprise in all three participants with her seemingly endless supply of energy as hoards of girlish giggles suddenly escaped her full red lips.

Sucking away the last remnants of his lime flavored lollypop Phillipe watched proudly as his protégé took to tickling the completely vulnerable woman. Only small movements could be made, Bev's hands and feet squirmed in all directions, her cute toes spreading and making little fists, her hands reaching for things that weren't there. Mrs. Deveno's breasts wobbled from the amount of wild frantic rolling her head was doing but the rest of her stretched nude body could only wiggle slightly as the ten feathers danced all over.

Ten long white feathers each with thousands of tiny tickly limbs of their own stroked and caressed every inch of Beverly's unprotected torso. Across her sides, over her tummy, over her cushy milky white breasts, around and under, long minutes spent simply skating around the strained frictionless underarms. All the while Mrs. Deveno was haphazardly thrown between high pitched school girl giggles and roaring banshee like laughter. Worse still was the odd moments where the terrible fronds would play delicately with those horridly sensitive and rock hard nipples eliciting brief moans of beastly pleasure.

Not one to be left out for long Phillipe decided he'd been patient enough and soon donned his own pair of black leather feather tipped gloves. Although Beverly could not see the foot end of the table over her own arched torso this proved fortuitous as had she been able to witness the sight of Phillipe standing before her soles with those feathery gloves it's entirely possible the poor woman would have exploded from dread. Mrs. Deveno had got twenty years without anyone other than herself ever touching her feet, masseurs and masseuses alike were restricted to the upper body. Bev's husband Harry had been threatened with divorce from the night of their honey moon should he ever get the notion to touch her most sensitive of all spots.

No sound came when it happened. Beverly simply fell dead silent, not even a hoarse whispered plea or tormented squeak. When those ten long feathers ran over her heels, over the insteps and wafer thin skin on her arches then raked between her cute panicking toes Beverly Deveno simply froze. The red head's entire nude frame tightened, the silk bounds being put to the test. They held and it was a second before a scream ripped from within Bev that sent a shiver up the spines of her captors. None the less, after the initial surprise was over both Juan and Phillipe resumed feathering all the ticklish naked skin Mrs. Deveno had to offer.

Her mind only managing to draw half thoughts that were all corrupted by tickling interruptions Beverly's body had taken over in earnest. Standing ready to poke an eye out Beverly's feather teased nipples were harder than diamonds and her mound was fit to burst from the royal throbbing. Never in her life had the billionaires well respected, all be it secretly promiscuous wife received such a traumatic assault on her person. Had Beverly of been able to imagine such a scenario by all her logic the end result would have been her death, a release she would have longed for to escape the torture had there not been a release of another and much more rewarding kind in such close reach.

"Don't worry Bev." Phillipe said removing his gloves as Juan did the same, the young former masseurs words falling on deaf ears. "We've only got one more toy to show you..."

"You need a hand?" Juan asked as he threw is gloves down onto the couch next to Phillipe's.

"I'll be fine…keep her company for a moment." Phillipe replied as he left the room and wiped sweat from his brow.

Wiping sweat from his own forehead Juan kneeled down next to the table and the nude red head who sobbed and quivered a top it. Pulling his t-shirt out a little from under Beverly's resting head the young man used the sleeve to lightly dab away tears and beads of sweat that peppered her face. Tucking the shirt back under softly, Juan stroked the long red hair that was matted to Mrs. Deveno's devastated face off to the sides. One could almost have mistook his actions for caring had they just walked in, but his lack of response to Bev's weakly confused mumblings proved he still lacked any principal that told him he was wrong.

"ee…everyone's t-tickling mehee…" Bev cried in a barely audible whisper. "…like I…some pl-play thing…"

Unaware of what was going on around her Bev took no notice of Phillipe's return, this time carrying a microwave sized brown cardboard box. Placing the box on the couch the dark haired stallioneqsue sadist reached in and removed two rather peculiar looking items. They were wheels essentially, thin circles mounted between two triangles, the tops of the triangles holding the centre of the wheel, evidently as it span the wheel went between the triangles which acted as it's stand. Each wheel was roughly the size of a CD, a small wire sticking out the side of each one and connecting to a battery that was crudely attached to one of the triangular feet. The purpose of the bizarre looking devices was blindingly clear upon inspection of the outer rim of each wheel, attached all around in much the same fashion as the leather gloves where fluffy white feathers.

"Home made." Phillipe said proudly as he stood on the opposite side of the table to Juan and handed one across to his friend. "What do you think?"

"…nice." Juan replied after a brief inspection of the object. "…do they work?"

"Funny you should ask." Phillipe said kneeling down on the ground and bringing himself to the same level and Juan. "I was renting a room from a woman recently who wouldn't cease demanding to know what these were for…she made for a very good test subject, and as it was I managed to kill two birds with one stone…after a few of these on her for an hour or so the landlady's inquisitive nature had been pretty much wiped out completely."

It was the word 'few' that reassembled Beverly's mind. How many was a 'few' she wondered suddenly and for the first time in quite a while managed to fully comprehend her situation again. The two young men laughed and Bev gulped heavily when they each placed the wheels right in front of her smooth taut underarms. Wide eyed she tossed her head from side to side in time to see each of her tormentors plug the tiny wires into their respective batteries. They wasted no time speeding up as the two feather clad wheels instantly began a steady spin before Juan and Phillipe pushed them into position. Before she could utter yet another fruitless plea for mercy the electronically powered stroking fronds ran down Mrs. Deveno's ticklish underarms and snapped her mind in two all over again.

"AAAHahahaeeee!" Beverly screamed and strained her triceps and clenched her fists but those damn silk ties would not let up as the feathers whisked with a mindless caress over her hairless pits.

Standing up Juan and Phillipe looked down at the crying woman who's renewed tears streamed from her hard clenched eyes. Opening her eyes wide as saucers Beverly craned her neck up hard and watched as the two young men seemed to wander toward the kitchen, leaving her alone with the purpose built tickling machines. Unable to keep her head that high longer than a second the red head dropped back onto the t-shirt once again below the level of her quivering breasts. Howling with frightened laughter at the thought they could very well just abandon her, a welcome idea under any other circumstances, Bev wailed at the notion of the life of those batteries determining her only chance at freedom.

Fortunately after what could have been anywhere from five to fifteen minutes Juan and Phillipe returned, the small whirring sounds of the wheels ceasing as they were carefully placed back in the cardboard box. Unfortunately by the time Bev had blinked her eyes free of hysterically produced tears she looked upon the two young men with surprised fear and a small tinge of hope that she tried hard to ignore. In full glory Juan and Phillipe were both totally nude, their well toned figures testament to their chiseled good looks. Tanned seemingly everywhere their individual manhood's were undoubtedly impressive, both standing to full attention for the sweating nude wreck of a woman before them.

"You've done so well Bev." Phillipe said as he straddled the tied red head's thighs, his hard shaft aiming only inches from her soaking quivering womanhood.

"We really must thank you." Juan said as he swung his leg over and straddled Beverly's collarbone, facing Phillipe and giving the increasingly aroused woman a fantastic view of the bell boy's tight butt.

"Even if Harry doesn't pay…" Phillipe said sliding his hands up Beverly's stretched sides before sliding himself inside her. "-Unf…we'll still have this…"

"Ahh!" Bev's jaw shook as Juan took the sides of her large breasts in his hands and pressed the two fleshy mounds together before sliding his own manhood in between the soft crevice. "Oh..oooaaaa"

It began slow and Bev rolled her eyes back as the two young studs worked their hips back and forth a top her nude frame. A large toothy grin of satisfaction spread across Beverly's lips as she tilted her head backward and moaned feeling Phillipe's large manhood inside her. The boys were enjoying themselves too, and as they're own arousal's grew so did their speed and with their speed came movement of their fingers. At first a small stifled giggle was let forth, surely an unintentional accident, but the side squeezings from Phillipe and boob pokings from Juan began to increase their frequency. Realizing her predicament the super horny red head fought to focus on the pleasure and not the tickles, but the laughter was growing bigger and proving a more than worthy opponent for Mrs. Deveno's attentions.

Thumping back and forth at full heavy breathed speed Phillipe was sweating as he pile drove Beverly's womanhood and viciously lobster clawed her soft sides. Up top Juan was digging his fingers in with rapid succession, gripping Bev's huge milky melons and sliding his well endowed self between the sweat soaked mounds. Utterly taken Beverly moaned with hysteric hoarse laughter as she pushed back what little she could. Now fully aware of the ticking onslaught the screaming woman couldn't help but be tickled by the two large cocks riding her nude body, even having Phillipe inside her was driving her insane with tickishness.

Arching his head backwards with a series of loud primal grunts Juan was the first to finish, exploding himself in between the breast canyon with a succession of heart pounding pulses. Holding Beverly's breasts wrapped around his manhood Juan breathed heavily as he came hard and breathed a huge sigh of victories relief. Following close behind Phillipe let loose, laying his palms flat on the table top either side of the nude woman he thrust forward with each mound flooding throb and grit his teeth hard with a pained expression of gratification.

Putting both men to shame Bev's mouth formed a wide O as from between her legs flushed a torrent of liquid bliss that utterly soaked the lower table and spilled onto the carpet. Wildly screaming with long awaited spasms of satisfaction every muscle in her body flexed and her womanhood took a deaths grip on Phillipe's manhood which sent the young man into another fit of gusto fueled joy. Breathing heavily as her woman hood trembled with ecstasy the drenched red head curled her cute toes and writhed among the tingling warmth that spread from her centre all over her Amazonian nude body.

Quite some time passed, Beverly's mind at last broken by the unprecedented bliss that washed over her again and again. Coming down at last, all be it a slow and highly pleasant journey, the utterly pleased woman opened her eyes as if waking from a deep sleep. The two young men were both fully clothed and it appeared they'd both either been in the pool or showered, they'd both combed their hair and didn’t look as if they'd just finished a three way.

"Good girl." Phillipe said closing the case with all the tools they'd been cruel enough to use on her.

"You really have been a good sport." Juan added as he closed the computer case and handed it to Phillipe.

"…n-now-" Beverly began to speak in her hoarse tone before Juan pressed his index fingers gently over her voluptuous lips.

"Bev…as always, it's been eventful." Phillipe said with a case in each hand as he leaned forward and kissed the confused Mrs. Deveno on the forhead. "I'll see you in the car."

"Whu-" She tried to speak again as Phillipe walked toward the hall and out of sight before she was hushed once again by Juan.

"Now now." Juan said reaching into his pocket and pulling out two thin lengths of coal black silk. "Don't spoil it by talking."

"No! No pl-hhh—please!" Bev cried and took deep worried breaths while as Juan held one of the silk lengths between his hands and brought it toward her full red lips. "N-NhhhMmm! MmmmMHH!"

Holding her tight Juan pressed the silk between the struggling red head's lips and tied it firmly around her head in a make shift gag. Unable to speak with the obstruction tightly in place the frenzied woman's words only came out as impossible to understand noises. The noises got even louder and harder to understand when Juan began reaching into the cardboard box and revealing the 'few' spinning feather wheels that were kept inside. Utterly beside herself with panic and horror stricken confusion Bev looked on helplessly while the young man systematically placed a wheel under each arm, one pointed at the side of each jiggling breast, another two down each side to cover the ribs and tummy and perhaps most worrying of all a single wheel sitting directly in contact with Beverly's super tender post orgasmic mound.

Adding father insult to injury Juan even went so far as push the couch forward so it met the foot of the table and place two wheels on the couch cushions, one for each bare panicked sole that had previously hung freely over the edge of the table. Screaming bloody murder Bev's heart near burst from her mouth when the coldly calculating young man used a small white piece of string on each foot to tie her wiggling feet, wrapping the string around her ankles and big toes. With her bare soles stretched before the spinning feathers the hyper panicked red head began to literally shake with fear, especially when Juan used his other piece of black silk to wrap around Mrs. Deveno's eyes rendering her completely sightless.

With a sickening whirr Beverly Deveno froze and tried to fight the tiny giggles that the feathers under her right arm were forcibly producing. Giggles and muffled pleas began hurriedly when the taught left under arm became victim to the same tickly sensations. By the time Juan had worked his way down the next six the only sounds to be heard were high pitched muffled screaming laughter as the feathers ran with an efficient evil over the trapped woman's bare torso. Leaving the worst until last Juan made sure to put both of the foot wheels on at the exact same time, the feathers stroking quickly down the bound red head's silky soles.

Grabbing the empty cardboard box Juan took one last look of admiration at the bound sweaty sex juice soaked woman. He could never imagine what it must have been like for her. Nor did he care. Juan walked casually down the hallway and locked the door as he left.


EPILOGUE:


Half a world away Harry Deveno turned from his computer screen. In his large office at the top of one of his skyscrapers the billionaire stood up and wandered toward the large window that made the back wall behind his large oak desk. Looking out across the city which he'd build a good deal of the well groomed king of construction turned to his personal assistant, a slim blonde man with sensible glasses and raised an eye brow.

"You object?" Harry asked with genuine curiosity.

"That you paid them?" The slim man asked rhetorically. "…not at all. I dare say you've some remedy to the situation."

"Ten million dollars." Harry said with a growing smile. "Picture this if you will…for DVD or download…fifty dollars…real footage of non consensual tickle torture…what do you say?"

"I say the lawyers can handle it." The slim assistant replied with a smile that grew as quickly as Harry's. "…And we'll make the money back in no time."

THE END.​

 

[Kilostraf]

Amazing !

 

[goddess_nemesis]

Awesome story, TickleMantis! :super_hap