TickleMantis
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Tina had no idea where she was or how she was in this odd position she could not see. She was blindfolded.
Tina kneeled on a hard wooden table. Her ankles were held down by cold metalattached to the table. Her toes were each in individual holes which caused both her feet to strech tight. Futher up her naked body she her thys faced straight up and then her torso leaned foward. Her butt curved smoothy into the small of her back. Her breasts were streched out ward as small rubber rings surrounded the edge of each nipple. On each opposite side of each rubber ring strung a lenth of small wire wich pulled her breasts out. Each bit of wire wound
neatly into its opposing piece creating one thick wire, which then lead foward and attached to two small separate winches at front end of the table, one for each breast. Her arms were streched firmly behind her with metal cuffs joing her wrists, the cuffs were welded to a metal bar which was hanging from the celling. Also attached to the cuffs on Tina's wrists was another bar which hung horizontally attaching itself to the gag on the back of her head. The gag with it cushioned metal backing reached with leather straps around her head and held a small rubber ball in Tina's mouth keeping her from talking or too much noise.
On top of all this, as mentioned earlier, she was blindfolded by a lenth of black material. Tina heard foot steps, two sets, one lighter than the other coming closer towards her. A nervous sweat began to form on her brow and she could feel the cold drool on her chin from where she had being sleeping. She tried to move her feet but they were totally restrained from any movement.The lighter pair of foot steps stopped infront of her and the heavier pair she listened continue walking until they reached behind her, where her feet were. Tina knew to only expect one thing, tickling.
Being tickled was bad. Being tied and tickled was torture. Being tied, tickled and gagged was going to be hell. But hell was not her ticklers intention as she was soon to find out, quite the opposite.
As Tina's blindfold was removed the figure of Mrs Laster appeard before her. Mrs Laster, other wise known as Gina, was in a white t-shirt so tight even in the windowless room with one faint light Tina still noticed Gina's rock hard nipples, She also wore short blue shorts and socks. Gina lay the blindfold on the edge of the table, put both hands on the table and leaned foward looking at Tina, her prize catch.
"I suppose your wondering what the hell is going on, to put it as an
understatement." Stated Gina "Let me give you a brief history of what and why your here. You remember last year when we all had a great time playing with you all night between your various stints of unconsiousness? Well something you may or may not know is that in another room your mother was being driven to the height or ticklish exstacey. She was kind enough to inform me of this over lunch the
other day and told me even though at first its pure hell the end result is 'nothing less than fantastic'. It turns out your parents have been putting this 'orgasm through tickling' practice to good use for the last year. After hearing about the
idea much appealed to us, but being hellishly ticklish myself I didn't want to suffer
hell without the end result, so we needed a test subject. When we heard you
were coming to town we were simply giddy with exicement and quickly built this
table, I hope you like it, your going to be here for a while. Anyway, before we
begin I suppose your wondering about the boys, we needed you unconsious to
get you up here, so we had them tickle you until you fainted, everybody wins."
Tina was in shock. Not just about her parents odd sexual endevours but these
seemingly normal suburban people she'd know most of her life had devised a
devilish plan to torture her by tickling. Not only that they were going to try and
drive her to possible multiple orgasms. Added to that this was the third time in a
year she was going to be restrained and tickle tortutred, and the second time in
one day...assuming it was still the same day.
Without anymore discussion Gina climbed onto the solid oak table, which was more
of a large wooden block, and kneeled before her captive. Without hesitation the
attractuve brunette reached with both hands and took hold of each of Tina's
nipples between her thumb and index fingers. Slowly Gina began to twist the back
and forth with a gentle squeeze that was a slight pinch. Oddly the feeling began
to arouse Tina almost instantly. Tina had never had lesbian tendencies but this
was turning her on despite who was doing it. Just as Tina tried to block it out she
felt a small scratching on the soles of her feet which quickly increased to full on
tickling. The speed of her nipple twisting increased and Tina gave in to the tickling
on her tight soft feet.
"MFFFF HPPPHMHMMH" Was all that came from beneath Tina's rubber ball gag as
Tina bit down on it trying not to laugh or be futher turned on.
Gina was now squeezing Tina's nipples quite hard now and twisting as quickly as
she could.
The figure behind Tina who was obvioulsy Mr Laster kept the foot tickling at a
steady pace but varied his positions. The worst was when he tickled under her
toes, Tina would go instantly go wild and try to free herself without any
movement apart from her tummy. It was no doubt the table the Laster's had
constructed was excellent for its purpose.
Tina's eyes suddenly flew wide open around the one minute mark as she felt, to
her initial shock, she was becoming wet in between her legs. No, she hadn't peed
herself, she was genually turned on. Amongst her torture she had to question
herself whether she would still be getting so horny without the nipple work.
Tina could feel herself throbbing and now begged for the explosive release of the
orgasm that was to come. And boy did it cum. In little over a minute the Mr and
Mrs Laster had driven Tina to the most powerful orgasm of her life.
"MFFFOOOOOOOOO" Came from under Tina's gag but the Laster's didn't stop as
expected.
Mrs Laster continued furiously twisting back and forth at Tina's hardened nipples
and Mr Laster even picked up the pace of tickling her feet.
The situation itself was purely insane. With the exception of people who volunteer
to do it most people never get tied and tickled even once in their lives.
Tina got higher and higher on her pure ecstacy now running through her the foot
tickling hightened the utopia she was feeling even though it was hell at the same
time.
Tina could feel another one quickly on the rise, her loins throbed with anticipation
of a pleasure much greater than the one she was feeling now, she begged
beneath her gag for it to come once again.
This one was much greater than the last, her loud moan turned into a high pitch
scream of ticklish pleasure, tears began to form in her highs and another
unexpected orgasm quickly followed behind, blowing its predecessor from her
mind.
God how she wanted it to stop but oh God how she wanted it to continue.
Thoughts of whether Tina wanted it them to continue or not were quickly
shattered by a yet another body trembling orgasm that sent her into a state of
bliss for near thrity seconds, her eyes half closed and her body simply shaking
with pleasure, her juices trickled lightly down her inner thys.
After that, the tickling stopped. Her mouth almost watered for more as she
breathed heavily, her nipples the hardest the'd ever been. Tina opened her eyes
to the blurry vision of, a now naked, Mrs Laster.
"Wow." Said Mrs Laster standing, nipples at full attention, infront of the table.
"You had quite some ride. But don't be sad, its not over yet."
Without giving her time to catch her breath Mrs Laster hopped back up on the
table and sat on the small of Tina's back, slightly holding herself up to not put too
much pressure on Tina, Mrs Laster faced Tina's fair tender butt cheeks, raised her
hand high in the air and bought it down firmly on Tina's cute butt without
remorse.
"OAOAAAAOOO!" Came a sound of pain from underneath Tina's gag.
Before the sting had even begun to fade 'WHACK!' came down Mrs Laster's hand
firmly once more. This happened three or four more times before Tina noticed
what Mr Laster had been up to.
Mr Laster had lay down on the front of the table on his back and scooted
underneath Tina as if going under a car. He then reached up just as Tina saw his
shoes sitting up on the table and stuck his finger in her belly button, she almost
instantly went hysterical.
"MOOOPPHHHH MAPAPHHH" Was all that was heard in the darkened room.
Before long Mr Laster had gone wild with his fingers tickling Tina all over her
tummy, sides, underarms, breats and occasionally, if she was lucky her ever
moistining mound. Tina didn't know what was worse, not that she had the train of
decent thought to decide, the harsh spanking or the wholy erotic tickling.
After several minutes once Tina's butt was well and truly stinging red Mrs Laster
climbed down and kneeled inbetween Tina's legs facing her butt. Mrs Laster then
reached up and softly ran her nails all over the red parts of Tina's now overly
sensitive buttocks. It tickled like mad just adding to the torture she was recieving
from Mr Laster, but boy howdy did it turn her on.
It quickly became apparent to all three people in the room that despite Tina's
hatred for it, tickling turned her on and made her much more prone to orgasm.
None of them thought it possible for a fith orgasm but it happened, followed by
another shortyly behind.
"OOOOOOOOOOAHHHHOOO" Sounds of pure pleasure rolled from Tina at great
volume.
Tina was now exhausted and ready to fall asleep but the Laster's didn't stop. Mr
Laster now fully focused on Tina's soaking black curls, noticing this Mrs Laster
joined her long tickling nails in on the unique practice. Twenty fingers now tickled
furiously at what at that moment was by far Tina's most sensitive spot on her
body.
Tina's hard breasts felt ready to burst, her big blue eyes sat wide open in total
shock of the situation producing ticklish tears in a heavy stream down her face.
Tina tried thrusting foward as best she could with the little movement she was
alowwed. She had become the Laster's toy. She was their pet. Their play thing.
She was now their for their own amusement. Tina's face was read and her whole
body drenched in sweat.
Tina's sixth and final orgasm for that moment blew them all away. The sound of
heavenly hellish screaming that came from her made it sound like their was no
gag. The boys woke up downstairs. A dog barked outside setting other dogs in
the neighbour hood of barking. A man in the distance yelled 'shut up' at his dog.
The neighbours lights flicked on and rumours were already beggining to stur about
the wild sex Mr and Mrs Laster must have. Then Tina blacked out.
When Tina came to several hours later she could still feel cold steel on her wrists
but the rest of her was unrestrained. She dazely sat up and looked around. There
was a light above her still naked body and almost ten feet away was the table
she had been tortured on previously. She quickly examined the construction then
moved her attention to her current predicament.
Tina's restraints had lessened a great deal. Now she simply had a metal clamp
around each wrist which had a metal chain several feet long hooked to the
wooden floor either side of her.
On futher examination of the dimly lit room she could see no one was in there with
her. By the way the roof was shaped, and the lack of a door in any of the walls it
became apparent she was in the attic of the Laster's house.
Tina stood up and the chains clanked together slightly. Her breasts hung full,
getting harder slowly as her thoughts drifted back to what had happened before.
Tina thought of that final mind boggling orgasm she'd had and knew that without
tickling she would probably never experciance another with even the tenth of the
power that one had. She wondered if great hell was worth the great pleasure. But
she was still locked up in the attic. She was still the Laster's prisnor. Surely if
they had any intention of releasing her she wouldn't still be restrained.
Tina tugged lightly at her chains but they were solid into the floor. She walked
several feet foward until her chains stopped her. Chained in an attic. This was a
new one. Tina sat back down with her chin resting on her knees.
Around fifteen minutes passed by, Tina was now leaning back using her arms
behind her to rest on, with her legs out in front of her crossed at the ankles, then
three small cracks of light opened a few feet infront of the torturous table. The
floor lifted up and up through the new light came Mrs Laster. She shut the floor
behind her and walked towards Tina.
Mrs Laster was sporting a pink bath robe with the towlet belt tighlty done up.
Sitting inbetween the belt and the robe sat a long stiff green and black feather of
an unknown bird. On her feet she word matching fluffy slippers.
"How are you?" Mrs Laster asked with a smile, pulling the feather from beneath her
belt.
Tina stood up quickly, keeping her eye on Mrs Laster, without a word she walked
fowards as far as the chains would allow.
Mrs Laster smiled and extended the feather foward stroking against Tina's bare
tummy. Tina stood back quickly and the chains went limp by her sides. Mrs Laster
walked foward a bit futher with the feather still extended but faster than Mrs
Laster could react Tina swooped her arm up and snatched the feather.
"Hey!" Mrs Laster said in surprise "Gimmie that."
Mrs Laster came foward but Tina grabbed the womans arms and quickly twisted it
behind her back.
"Hey, Let go!" Mrs Laster ordered as Tina pushed her to her knees.
Once on her knees Tina used her superior strenth to lean the struggling woman
onto her stomch, Tina then climbed over and sat on Mrs Laster's thys, preventing
her from getting up.
"Now" Tina said stroking the back of Mrs Lasters knees "Revenge, how ticklish are
your feet Gina?"
Mrs Laster began to kick furiously and wail, scratching madly at the wooden floor.
Tina dropped the feather and grabbed ahold of Mrs Lasters shins, wrapping her
right arm around them, Tina began to move her left hand up to remove Mrs
Laster's slippers. Amongst her screaming Mrs Laster began to literally cry tears of
fear at the thought of having her feet tickled, she struggled so hard her legs burst
from Tina's grip, and then, ever so furiously Mrs Laster squirmed out from
underneath Tina, leaving her slippers behind and stood up outside the radius of
Tina's chains. Tina picked up the slippers as she stood up and faced her captor.
"Little bitch." Mrs Laster proclaimed "No one tickles my feet! You think your
ticklish!? Take your most ticklish spot and times that by a hundred and you've got
my feet!"
Mrs Laster wiped some tears from her face.
"Give me my slippers." Demanded Mrs Laster.
"Come and get them." Tina challenged her bravely.
"Do you want me to go get Mr Laster?" Gina threatened "Or would you like another
round on the table?"
The thought of either option frightened Tina but she stood her ground and didn't
give back the slippers. Mrs Laster huffed and walked around Tina leaving plenty of
space between them. Mrs Laster opened the floor hatch and wandered down the
steps, leaving the hatch open. Tina waited.
Several minutes passed and Tina still stood holding the slippers, facing the hatch
when she heard Mr Laster's foot steps coming closer. Slowly he came up through
the hole in the floor and shut the hatch behind him.
"How about you give me those slippers?" He smiled wickedly.
"Here!" Said Tina as she threw the slippers at his chest.
Mr Laster watched the pink slippers fall to the floor and simply stepped over them.
He advanced quickly towards Tina and grabbed ahold of her wrist. At this moment
Tina knew she had to get revenge, at some stage she had to tickle Mrs Laster's
feet.
Mr Laster and Tina struggled a little but Tina ended up pinned underneath Mr
Laster unable to move. He kneeled over the top of her with her arms down by her
sides, squeezed between his strong legs. Tina suddenly kneed him hard in the
back, he jerked foward slightly then shifted himself back a little futher onto her
thys, stopping her legs from moving but keeping her arms restrained.
"Get off me!" Tina yelled flicking her head back slightly.
"Hmmm...no." Mr Laster teased.
Slowly he stroked his hands up her arms and she quivered in anticipation of the
tickling to come. And it came in buckets. He went insane on her, all over her
ticklish tummy, her breasts, flicking her nipples, pushing his fingers into the soft
ticklish sides of her breasts, poking at her belly button, he was a very furious
tickler.
"NO OH OH HA HA HA HA STOP! MR LAAAAHA HA AH HA" Tina laughed under his
weight.
Her head rolled manically on the wooden floor her nipples got harder and harder
with every touch of his fingers. She laughed so hard he hadn't noticed Mrs Laster
coming into the fray until her long tounge started licking Tina's stiff nipples, to
add to that Mrs Lasters shoulder lenth hair just managed to tickle lightly over
Tina's breasts.
Without a doubt, if this continued Tina would explode once more. Amongst the
fury of his tickle attack Mr Laster noticed the moisture on Tina's mound sparkling
in the light from the celling, it was time to drive Tina wilder than ever before.
Mrs Laster licked, bit and tickled with her mouth on Tina's right nipple using her
other hand to squeeze, twist and tickle Tina's right, Mr Laster focused all his
attention on using both hands to tickle Tina's ever moisoning mound.
Gigantic moans of pleasure burst from Tina's body with the occasional laugh of
hysterics as her orgasm rose and rose in intensity.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOYESSSSOAOAOAOOOOOOO!!!" Tina screamed in unbrideled
delight once again waking people and creatures big and small up for atleast four
houses in each direction.
Mr Lasters work was done, he climbed off his victim and retreated down stairs.
Mrs Laster couldn't help but roll over onto her back and begin playing with herself
right there on the attic floor.
Slowly as Tina tried to catch her breath and recover from what felt like the eletric
equivelent of a ten thousand volt orgasm, Tina began plotting her devilish revenge
on Mrs Laster.
The end.
Tina kneeled on a hard wooden table. Her ankles were held down by cold metalattached to the table. Her toes were each in individual holes which caused both her feet to strech tight. Futher up her naked body she her thys faced straight up and then her torso leaned foward. Her butt curved smoothy into the small of her back. Her breasts were streched out ward as small rubber rings surrounded the edge of each nipple. On each opposite side of each rubber ring strung a lenth of small wire wich pulled her breasts out. Each bit of wire wound
neatly into its opposing piece creating one thick wire, which then lead foward and attached to two small separate winches at front end of the table, one for each breast. Her arms were streched firmly behind her with metal cuffs joing her wrists, the cuffs were welded to a metal bar which was hanging from the celling. Also attached to the cuffs on Tina's wrists was another bar which hung horizontally attaching itself to the gag on the back of her head. The gag with it cushioned metal backing reached with leather straps around her head and held a small rubber ball in Tina's mouth keeping her from talking or too much noise.
On top of all this, as mentioned earlier, she was blindfolded by a lenth of black material. Tina heard foot steps, two sets, one lighter than the other coming closer towards her. A nervous sweat began to form on her brow and she could feel the cold drool on her chin from where she had being sleeping. She tried to move her feet but they were totally restrained from any movement.The lighter pair of foot steps stopped infront of her and the heavier pair she listened continue walking until they reached behind her, where her feet were. Tina knew to only expect one thing, tickling.
Being tickled was bad. Being tied and tickled was torture. Being tied, tickled and gagged was going to be hell. But hell was not her ticklers intention as she was soon to find out, quite the opposite.
As Tina's blindfold was removed the figure of Mrs Laster appeard before her. Mrs Laster, other wise known as Gina, was in a white t-shirt so tight even in the windowless room with one faint light Tina still noticed Gina's rock hard nipples, She also wore short blue shorts and socks. Gina lay the blindfold on the edge of the table, put both hands on the table and leaned foward looking at Tina, her prize catch.
"I suppose your wondering what the hell is going on, to put it as an
understatement." Stated Gina "Let me give you a brief history of what and why your here. You remember last year when we all had a great time playing with you all night between your various stints of unconsiousness? Well something you may or may not know is that in another room your mother was being driven to the height or ticklish exstacey. She was kind enough to inform me of this over lunch the
other day and told me even though at first its pure hell the end result is 'nothing less than fantastic'. It turns out your parents have been putting this 'orgasm through tickling' practice to good use for the last year. After hearing about the
idea much appealed to us, but being hellishly ticklish myself I didn't want to suffer
hell without the end result, so we needed a test subject. When we heard you
were coming to town we were simply giddy with exicement and quickly built this
table, I hope you like it, your going to be here for a while. Anyway, before we
begin I suppose your wondering about the boys, we needed you unconsious to
get you up here, so we had them tickle you until you fainted, everybody wins."
Tina was in shock. Not just about her parents odd sexual endevours but these
seemingly normal suburban people she'd know most of her life had devised a
devilish plan to torture her by tickling. Not only that they were going to try and
drive her to possible multiple orgasms. Added to that this was the third time in a
year she was going to be restrained and tickle tortutred, and the second time in
one day...assuming it was still the same day.
Without anymore discussion Gina climbed onto the solid oak table, which was more
of a large wooden block, and kneeled before her captive. Without hesitation the
attractuve brunette reached with both hands and took hold of each of Tina's
nipples between her thumb and index fingers. Slowly Gina began to twist the back
and forth with a gentle squeeze that was a slight pinch. Oddly the feeling began
to arouse Tina almost instantly. Tina had never had lesbian tendencies but this
was turning her on despite who was doing it. Just as Tina tried to block it out she
felt a small scratching on the soles of her feet which quickly increased to full on
tickling. The speed of her nipple twisting increased and Tina gave in to the tickling
on her tight soft feet.
"MFFFF HPPPHMHMMH" Was all that came from beneath Tina's rubber ball gag as
Tina bit down on it trying not to laugh or be futher turned on.
Gina was now squeezing Tina's nipples quite hard now and twisting as quickly as
she could.
The figure behind Tina who was obvioulsy Mr Laster kept the foot tickling at a
steady pace but varied his positions. The worst was when he tickled under her
toes, Tina would go instantly go wild and try to free herself without any
movement apart from her tummy. It was no doubt the table the Laster's had
constructed was excellent for its purpose.
Tina's eyes suddenly flew wide open around the one minute mark as she felt, to
her initial shock, she was becoming wet in between her legs. No, she hadn't peed
herself, she was genually turned on. Amongst her torture she had to question
herself whether she would still be getting so horny without the nipple work.
Tina could feel herself throbbing and now begged for the explosive release of the
orgasm that was to come. And boy did it cum. In little over a minute the Mr and
Mrs Laster had driven Tina to the most powerful orgasm of her life.
"MFFFOOOOOOOOO" Came from under Tina's gag but the Laster's didn't stop as
expected.
Mrs Laster continued furiously twisting back and forth at Tina's hardened nipples
and Mr Laster even picked up the pace of tickling her feet.
The situation itself was purely insane. With the exception of people who volunteer
to do it most people never get tied and tickled even once in their lives.
Tina got higher and higher on her pure ecstacy now running through her the foot
tickling hightened the utopia she was feeling even though it was hell at the same
time.
Tina could feel another one quickly on the rise, her loins throbed with anticipation
of a pleasure much greater than the one she was feeling now, she begged
beneath her gag for it to come once again.
This one was much greater than the last, her loud moan turned into a high pitch
scream of ticklish pleasure, tears began to form in her highs and another
unexpected orgasm quickly followed behind, blowing its predecessor from her
mind.
God how she wanted it to stop but oh God how she wanted it to continue.
Thoughts of whether Tina wanted it them to continue or not were quickly
shattered by a yet another body trembling orgasm that sent her into a state of
bliss for near thrity seconds, her eyes half closed and her body simply shaking
with pleasure, her juices trickled lightly down her inner thys.
After that, the tickling stopped. Her mouth almost watered for more as she
breathed heavily, her nipples the hardest the'd ever been. Tina opened her eyes
to the blurry vision of, a now naked, Mrs Laster.
"Wow." Said Mrs Laster standing, nipples at full attention, infront of the table.
"You had quite some ride. But don't be sad, its not over yet."
Without giving her time to catch her breath Mrs Laster hopped back up on the
table and sat on the small of Tina's back, slightly holding herself up to not put too
much pressure on Tina, Mrs Laster faced Tina's fair tender butt cheeks, raised her
hand high in the air and bought it down firmly on Tina's cute butt without
remorse.
"OAOAAAAOOO!" Came a sound of pain from underneath Tina's gag.
Before the sting had even begun to fade 'WHACK!' came down Mrs Laster's hand
firmly once more. This happened three or four more times before Tina noticed
what Mr Laster had been up to.
Mr Laster had lay down on the front of the table on his back and scooted
underneath Tina as if going under a car. He then reached up just as Tina saw his
shoes sitting up on the table and stuck his finger in her belly button, she almost
instantly went hysterical.
"MOOOPPHHHH MAPAPHHH" Was all that was heard in the darkened room.
Before long Mr Laster had gone wild with his fingers tickling Tina all over her
tummy, sides, underarms, breats and occasionally, if she was lucky her ever
moistining mound. Tina didn't know what was worse, not that she had the train of
decent thought to decide, the harsh spanking or the wholy erotic tickling.
After several minutes once Tina's butt was well and truly stinging red Mrs Laster
climbed down and kneeled inbetween Tina's legs facing her butt. Mrs Laster then
reached up and softly ran her nails all over the red parts of Tina's now overly
sensitive buttocks. It tickled like mad just adding to the torture she was recieving
from Mr Laster, but boy howdy did it turn her on.
It quickly became apparent to all three people in the room that despite Tina's
hatred for it, tickling turned her on and made her much more prone to orgasm.
None of them thought it possible for a fith orgasm but it happened, followed by
another shortyly behind.
"OOOOOOOOOOAHHHHOOO" Sounds of pure pleasure rolled from Tina at great
volume.
Tina was now exhausted and ready to fall asleep but the Laster's didn't stop. Mr
Laster now fully focused on Tina's soaking black curls, noticing this Mrs Laster
joined her long tickling nails in on the unique practice. Twenty fingers now tickled
furiously at what at that moment was by far Tina's most sensitive spot on her
body.
Tina's hard breasts felt ready to burst, her big blue eyes sat wide open in total
shock of the situation producing ticklish tears in a heavy stream down her face.
Tina tried thrusting foward as best she could with the little movement she was
alowwed. She had become the Laster's toy. She was their pet. Their play thing.
She was now their for their own amusement. Tina's face was read and her whole
body drenched in sweat.
Tina's sixth and final orgasm for that moment blew them all away. The sound of
heavenly hellish screaming that came from her made it sound like their was no
gag. The boys woke up downstairs. A dog barked outside setting other dogs in
the neighbour hood of barking. A man in the distance yelled 'shut up' at his dog.
The neighbours lights flicked on and rumours were already beggining to stur about
the wild sex Mr and Mrs Laster must have. Then Tina blacked out.
When Tina came to several hours later she could still feel cold steel on her wrists
but the rest of her was unrestrained. She dazely sat up and looked around. There
was a light above her still naked body and almost ten feet away was the table
she had been tortured on previously. She quickly examined the construction then
moved her attention to her current predicament.
Tina's restraints had lessened a great deal. Now she simply had a metal clamp
around each wrist which had a metal chain several feet long hooked to the
wooden floor either side of her.
On futher examination of the dimly lit room she could see no one was in there with
her. By the way the roof was shaped, and the lack of a door in any of the walls it
became apparent she was in the attic of the Laster's house.
Tina stood up and the chains clanked together slightly. Her breasts hung full,
getting harder slowly as her thoughts drifted back to what had happened before.
Tina thought of that final mind boggling orgasm she'd had and knew that without
tickling she would probably never experciance another with even the tenth of the
power that one had. She wondered if great hell was worth the great pleasure. But
she was still locked up in the attic. She was still the Laster's prisnor. Surely if
they had any intention of releasing her she wouldn't still be restrained.
Tina tugged lightly at her chains but they were solid into the floor. She walked
several feet foward until her chains stopped her. Chained in an attic. This was a
new one. Tina sat back down with her chin resting on her knees.
Around fifteen minutes passed by, Tina was now leaning back using her arms
behind her to rest on, with her legs out in front of her crossed at the ankles, then
three small cracks of light opened a few feet infront of the torturous table. The
floor lifted up and up through the new light came Mrs Laster. She shut the floor
behind her and walked towards Tina.
Mrs Laster was sporting a pink bath robe with the towlet belt tighlty done up.
Sitting inbetween the belt and the robe sat a long stiff green and black feather of
an unknown bird. On her feet she word matching fluffy slippers.
"How are you?" Mrs Laster asked with a smile, pulling the feather from beneath her
belt.
Tina stood up quickly, keeping her eye on Mrs Laster, without a word she walked
fowards as far as the chains would allow.
Mrs Laster smiled and extended the feather foward stroking against Tina's bare
tummy. Tina stood back quickly and the chains went limp by her sides. Mrs Laster
walked foward a bit futher with the feather still extended but faster than Mrs
Laster could react Tina swooped her arm up and snatched the feather.
"Hey!" Mrs Laster said in surprise "Gimmie that."
Mrs Laster came foward but Tina grabbed the womans arms and quickly twisted it
behind her back.
"Hey, Let go!" Mrs Laster ordered as Tina pushed her to her knees.
Once on her knees Tina used her superior strenth to lean the struggling woman
onto her stomch, Tina then climbed over and sat on Mrs Laster's thys, preventing
her from getting up.
"Now" Tina said stroking the back of Mrs Lasters knees "Revenge, how ticklish are
your feet Gina?"
Mrs Laster began to kick furiously and wail, scratching madly at the wooden floor.
Tina dropped the feather and grabbed ahold of Mrs Lasters shins, wrapping her
right arm around them, Tina began to move her left hand up to remove Mrs
Laster's slippers. Amongst her screaming Mrs Laster began to literally cry tears of
fear at the thought of having her feet tickled, she struggled so hard her legs burst
from Tina's grip, and then, ever so furiously Mrs Laster squirmed out from
underneath Tina, leaving her slippers behind and stood up outside the radius of
Tina's chains. Tina picked up the slippers as she stood up and faced her captor.
"Little bitch." Mrs Laster proclaimed "No one tickles my feet! You think your
ticklish!? Take your most ticklish spot and times that by a hundred and you've got
my feet!"
Mrs Laster wiped some tears from her face.
"Give me my slippers." Demanded Mrs Laster.
"Come and get them." Tina challenged her bravely.
"Do you want me to go get Mr Laster?" Gina threatened "Or would you like another
round on the table?"
The thought of either option frightened Tina but she stood her ground and didn't
give back the slippers. Mrs Laster huffed and walked around Tina leaving plenty of
space between them. Mrs Laster opened the floor hatch and wandered down the
steps, leaving the hatch open. Tina waited.
Several minutes passed and Tina still stood holding the slippers, facing the hatch
when she heard Mr Laster's foot steps coming closer. Slowly he came up through
the hole in the floor and shut the hatch behind him.
"How about you give me those slippers?" He smiled wickedly.
"Here!" Said Tina as she threw the slippers at his chest.
Mr Laster watched the pink slippers fall to the floor and simply stepped over them.
He advanced quickly towards Tina and grabbed ahold of her wrist. At this moment
Tina knew she had to get revenge, at some stage she had to tickle Mrs Laster's
feet.
Mr Laster and Tina struggled a little but Tina ended up pinned underneath Mr
Laster unable to move. He kneeled over the top of her with her arms down by her
sides, squeezed between his strong legs. Tina suddenly kneed him hard in the
back, he jerked foward slightly then shifted himself back a little futher onto her
thys, stopping her legs from moving but keeping her arms restrained.
"Get off me!" Tina yelled flicking her head back slightly.
"Hmmm...no." Mr Laster teased.
Slowly he stroked his hands up her arms and she quivered in anticipation of the
tickling to come. And it came in buckets. He went insane on her, all over her
ticklish tummy, her breasts, flicking her nipples, pushing his fingers into the soft
ticklish sides of her breasts, poking at her belly button, he was a very furious
tickler.
"NO OH OH HA HA HA HA STOP! MR LAAAAHA HA AH HA" Tina laughed under his
weight.
Her head rolled manically on the wooden floor her nipples got harder and harder
with every touch of his fingers. She laughed so hard he hadn't noticed Mrs Laster
coming into the fray until her long tounge started licking Tina's stiff nipples, to
add to that Mrs Lasters shoulder lenth hair just managed to tickle lightly over
Tina's breasts.
Without a doubt, if this continued Tina would explode once more. Amongst the
fury of his tickle attack Mr Laster noticed the moisture on Tina's mound sparkling
in the light from the celling, it was time to drive Tina wilder than ever before.
Mrs Laster licked, bit and tickled with her mouth on Tina's right nipple using her
other hand to squeeze, twist and tickle Tina's right, Mr Laster focused all his
attention on using both hands to tickle Tina's ever moisoning mound.
Gigantic moans of pleasure burst from Tina's body with the occasional laugh of
hysterics as her orgasm rose and rose in intensity.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOYESSSSOAOAOAOOOOOOO!!!" Tina screamed in unbrideled
delight once again waking people and creatures big and small up for atleast four
houses in each direction.
Mr Lasters work was done, he climbed off his victim and retreated down stairs.
Mrs Laster couldn't help but roll over onto her back and begin playing with herself
right there on the attic floor.
Slowly as Tina tried to catch her breath and recover from what felt like the eletric
equivelent of a ten thousand volt orgasm, Tina began plotting her devilish revenge
on Mrs Laster.
The end.
