Little Orphan Inga - Masha's Tale 

As our story begins, Masha is 5 yrs old. Very slender, plain but friendly she soon became popular with all three men for her gentle manner, unquestioning acceptance of their instructions and , most of all, her ability to be tickled for ages without complaint.  Joseph (the tickle fiend) first discovered her special talent when he followed her into the newly refurbished bathroom on the first floor, a few days after his initial dalliance with Amy.  Masha was intending to have a relaxing bath in the jacuzzi and had started to fill it when Joseph entered.  Masha smiled sweetly at him and continued to undress with not a care in the world. She had seen all three men around the place often and remembered what Irina said about learning to use the new equipment safely etc: so she was toatally unconcerned by Josephs presence. As the bath filled to her preferred level she asked Joseph to show her the controls for the water jets and stood close by him as he pointed out the various taps, nozzles etc: Joseph took the opportunity to fondle her bum gently as he spoke and Masha nestled against him, inviting his attention.  She excused herself and trotted over to the toilet to take a pee before entering the bath and, unusually,Joseph did not follow her to watch closely as he usually liked to do. Something told him that Masha would respond better to being given space rather than close attention.

The five year old sank back into the tub with a soft sigh of pleasure and wallowed happily for ten minutes or so with Joseph sitting beside the bath just watching her enjoy herself. He noticed that her slim legs did not meet at the thighs which made her pussy appear to pout. He also noticed her quite prominent "outie" belly button. His wicked mind flashed images of a feather dancing into the creases between her pussy and inner thighs then darting up to sweep over her defenceless belly.  She brought him out of his reverie by asking him to turn on the water jets for her. This he did which caused the water to bubble gently around her. Masha luxuriated in the sensations of the foaming water rushing over and under her body, turning this way and that to enhance the sensations.  Joseph was not sure but he thought he detected some erotic effects in her actions, she was writhing as the water moved around her pussy mound and she was beginning to colour up as if in arousal.  To test his theory he lathered up a sponge and began to wash each bit of her body as it became within his reach. Masha opened her eyes, looked straight at him and purred loudly.  He needed no further encouragement, he turned off the jets and soaped her carefully from head to toe (and all places in between).

Her little body was bright pink from the warmth of the water and Josephs attentions with the sponge. She stood beside the bath on a towel, squeaky clean and glowing as Joseph dried her with a fluffy white towel. "That was wonderful" she said to him, "thank you so much". He smiled at her and leaned forward to kiss her forehead gently. "Shall I take you to your room now"? he said softly. She nodded and flashed him a big, wicked grin. 

A little later, in Masha's room, Joseph was playing one of his favourite games. He was seated on her bed with Masha standing in front of him naked with her hands on her head. He tickled her little armpits and down to her ribs over and over again. She giggled delightfully but made no attempt to escape his tickling fingers. After several minutes he stood up, laid her on the bed and began to tickle her feet, again she writhed and giggled but accepted it all without protest. Joseph was a little perplexed, normally his tickling led to wild thrashing and attempts to escape but Masha was just lapping it all up and enjoying it.  He lifted her legs up to her head and told her to hold her own ankles, this position opened up her pussy and bum for his attention.  Masha looked at him through her splayed legs and grinned her wicked grin again, as if defying him.  He looked around the room for something to tickle her with instead of using his fingers. On the window sill was a childs face painting set, complete with some small brushes. "Eureka" he thought to himself.  Taking a brush he began to run it lightly into her upturned bum crease, circling her exposed anus and running it down to her spine.  Masha gurgled happily but did not let go of her ankles. He continued his efforts, her anal sphincter opened and closed with each sweep of the brush but she remained still.  He changed his angle and started to brush her prominent pussy mound. Up and down, up and down. Side to side. Up one pussy lip,down the other. Every combination he could think of was tried. Her labia started to become very moist and part, revealing her inner pinkness to the brush. Still Masha just purred gently and took it all. After twenty minutes of relentless tickling Josephs arms were tiring. "Time for a break little one" he declared.  Masha bounced off the bed and gave him a big hug. "That was fun" she said. Joseph was almost a broken man, "fun" he thought to himself,"it's no fun for me if you enjoy it so much".  They each had a drink and some biscuits then Masha declared she was ready for bed so Joseph, admitting defeat for now, tucked her in, kissed her goodnight and left.

On his way home he tried to make some sense of it all, he loved tickling when it caused extreme sensations in his victim. Having someone thoroughly enjoy it all was not part of his plans.  He mentioned his experience to Gregor and Vasily later that night and they put forward the idea that as Masha was not sexually aroused by tickling (Joseph mentioned that her clitoris remained hooded throughout his efforts), she had a greater tolerance to it.  They decided that they would all make the effort to target little Masha in the next week or so to see if constant and prolonged tickling over several days by different methods would break down her defences.