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Usual disclaimer applies here, if you’re under 18 reading this will make you blind so
go away. This story deals with underage sex so if offended please close the door on your
way out.
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The terror contraption
Amber lay in her bondage recovering from an intense orgasm. Stacey and I were ready
to tickle my slave into a frenzy now that she will be hyper ticklish from her
climax. Joy entered the room telling us to bring the slave into the basement, what
we were now calling the dungeon.
Stacey covered Amber’s eyes with a blindfold as we carried her to the basement.
I kept telling her we were going to massage her, it will be very intense I added with a
laugh. Amber was drifting off to sleep as we went.
We were all exited about the tickle torture restraint that Joy made. It was designed
to pull, and stretch the skin and allow zero movement. We were wondering how Amber
would hold up in this device. We had Amber kneel on the pad of the device and tied
a leather restraint behind her knees, then we strapped her just above her ankles pinning
her legs. Ambers little feet just fit on the bottom pad, we even tied her toes back
so she could not defend the bottoms of her toes. There was a back that tilted back
so Amber’s belly was pushed out a little, and her head was pulled back so her head
was even with her feet. There was a little pad to support her ass but it had cushions made
like a duster so every time her ass flinched she would get tickled. Amber was beginning to
see that she was being tied so she was totally vulnerable. When I attached the belt around
her waist she began whimpering, knowing she was getting tickled to entertain us again.
Next we tied her elbows to the backboard and her hands were tied behind her head.
There was extra padding under her legs and in front of her knees and back so she would not
be sore. We all watched her, totally helpless, tummy, ribs, armpits, feet, and knees
exposed. We could tickle her ass if we reached between the support cushions.
At least her inner thighs were safe, for the time being anyway.
With my little slave blindfolded we decided to all tickle her in the same spot, then we
would get her really good before we surprised her with moving to a different spot.
The idea was to have thirty fingers tickling one sensitive spot to get a big
reaction. I was dying to tickle her below her heel, I wanted to see if she would
react the same way she did before.
The three of us huddled over her right foot, I was on her right side with Joy opposite me
and Stacy was in the middle. Amber was breathing heavy anticipating our move.
Amber could not move at all, her most ticklish parts were totally unprotected. With
her leaning back she was even more vulnerable then ever before.
Stacy started tickling Ambers tied back toes of her right foot, scraping with one hand and
using the other hand to tickle between her toes. You could tell Amber was trying to
wiggle; she was just pinned to well. The only release Amber had was moving her head
from side to side and her uncontrolled laughing.
Joy started tickling the middle of Amber’s right foot with both hands. Joy
wiggled her fingers back and forth like she was playing a guitar. Amber’s belly
was flinching and contorting as she was being tickled like never before. I watched
Amber trying to holdback the laughs but she was losing the fight.
When I started tickling her heel I instantly had her screaming, and when I hit that
hypersensitive spot just under her heel she went nuts. She was howling out as I
tickled her in the SPOT. Amber was trying to tense up to stop the maddening feeling,
you could see her toes trying to break the bondage but again she found out she was not
going to stop the tickling. Her exposed foot was going to be tortured. I dug
my nails into her spot and rapidly moved all my nails around her heel, I knew she was
going to be crying any minute from this tickling session. We were only tickling her
for a few minutes when Amber lost her bladder and piss came streaming out. We all
looked at each other and stopped, we couldn’t believe Joy’s new tickling device
would be so draining on Amber.
Amber was crying out for mercy now that she was not laughing. PLEASE, THIS HIS
TORTURE. I WAS A
3;.GOOD GIRL
3;MASTER. PLEASE
3;
3;
3;..
Amber was screaming again as we all converged on her belly. Stacy was tickling
around her belly button with one hand and used her pinky to penetrate her navel.
Stacy moved her fingers like a pro, light tickling on her over sensitive belly.
Because Amber was pulled back her stomach was stretched making her even more
ticklish. When Joy and I tickled her hips she laughed louder then ever before.
We made slow circles around her hips, poking her and squeezing as we went. The three
of us were moving slow and light, Amber was getting all red in her face and there were
beads of sweat forming on her forehead. It didn’t take long for her to get
winded, she was gasping for air as she laughed. We stopped and admired our work so
she could recover.
Again as soon as she could speak she began stuttering out apologies and begging us to
stop. When she begged us to tickle her on the floor we knew this tickling
contraption was truly a torture device.
Stacy told her, thank you, we will tickle you on the floor latter, but only because you
are begging for it!
Now that she was ready for more tickling we thought we would take quick tickles in
different spots so she would not nowhere we were going to strike next. I gave her a
quick tickle on her left side, when she giggled I reached across her and got her right rib
cage. Amber’s head darted in that direction; it was as if she could see threw
her blindfold. Joy tickled her ears getting Amber to try and shake her head like she had
water in her ears. Then Stacey tickled her toes just long enough to get her laughing
nice and hard.
Where we going to tickle next slave, where do you want it?
We all teamed up on her left side and ribs. As we tickled her she began drooling and
snorting as we tickled her into oblivion. We worked on her sides and ribs for a long
3;long
time. After she was getting all panicky we ran around her whispering, ready for
more, ready to get tickled. After we ran around her a couple of times we attacked
both armpits. Again she was tied in such away she could not put up any resistance.
We had total control over her; we ran our fingers up and down her underarms getting a
thunderous reaction from my slave. Joy and I tickled her right pit as Stacey had fun
on the other side.
As they kept tickling I grabbed
two feathers and began tickling her belly again. The faster I moved the feathers the
more her ticklish tummy contorted. Stacey left Joy to the armpits as she went all
out on her feet. Up and down her feet Stacey tickled and tickled Amber. Joy
began spider walking up and down Amber’s sides sending poor Amber into tickling
agony. As I tickled a couple inches below her belly she began screaming at the top
of her lungs. I took both feathers and concentrated in that area. Amber was
clinching her teeth as she tried desperately to get her mind of the tickling over load.
I new it was pure torture for her, as Stacey tickled each toe on the sides top and
bottom and took her time doing it I could tell Amber was not going to last much longer.
Every time Stacy tickled another toe Amber’s tickling got louder.
I started moving my two
feathers frantically all over her stomach and sides as Stacey and Joy picked up the pace
as well. There was no rhythm to our tickling, Amber never new where we were going to
tickle next. All she could do was try to take it and to pray that she would soon
pass out.
We regrouped at her breasts, we let her try and figure out where we went, and where we
would strike next. I took a feather and Stacey used the other one to stroke her
nipples. Joy used her finger to tickle her clit, which got Amber exited rather
quickly. Instead of a steady stream of laughs Amber began moaning and
groaning.
When her body began shaking and
she was really good and wet we got her out of the torture contraption. We placed
Amber on her back and Joy lay face down on top of Amber with her feet squeezing Amber’s
head at the sides. Stacey sat on Joy’s back and planted her feet on top of
Amber’s face trapping her head. I sat between her legs and slowly inserted the
vibrator into her. Amber’s legs began trashing about as I got started.
The deeper I got the more Amber tried to thrust, but with two people on
her she was pinned to tight. As she tried to wiggle her head she realized with four
feet holding her from all sides she was trapped. Then her body exploded several times, but
I never pulled out the vibrator. Her breath was getting really fast and she was
pounding her feet into the floor, as she could not stop the wonderful feeling, which was
turning into to much pleasure. When she tried closing her legs she found that I was
sitting Indian style and she could not close them with me sitting between her legs. Sweat
was trickling down her body as Joy began tickling Amber’s belly. Stacey stuck
one foot into her mouth and squished her nose with her toes from her other foot.
Amber was unable to draw in a lot of air because Stacey was using her feet to block her
nose and mouth. Then Amber body exploded again with such force Joy and Stacey were
tossed into the air a couple of inched. Then Amber passed out as her body began
shaking and wiggling from the intense feeling. We sat there watching her body jump and
wiggle everywhere we touched her as she slept.
We sat there playing with her
unconscious body when we heard the doorbell; it was Brieana and her new friend. I
forgot she was coming today. I’ll have to get Amber up, no rest for my slave
today. I haven’t seen Breiana since the foot smelling party! This will be
great!