Felicia slowly opened her eyes, hoping the last thing she remembered was only a nightmare. She tried to move, as if to test whether or not any of this was real, and when she found she could not move she realized that realized that this was no nightmare, this was the harsh reality. She was in Hell, so to speak. She was still strapped to this damn table. Her arms were still restrained over her head and her legs were still extended straight outwards. It was pitch black. She could not even see her chest right in front of her. All she saw was a black void, which coupled with her lack of freedom, made her feel very vulnerable, even though she was sure there was no one in the room with her. Knowing full well what the room looked like only made her feel more exposed and helpless. She shivered, without the lights it was pretty chilly in the room. Especially since she was only wearing her thin, revealing cheerleader’s uniform. She had no idea whether the sun had risen yet, or what time it was, so she just tried to relax and go back to sleep. She couldn’t relax, knowing full well the horrible torture she would be receiving today, and tomorrow and for God knows how long, and felt herself start to cry. She tried to hold it in, she felt uncomfortable making such loud sounds in a silent and pitch black room (as if a monster would hear her and attack or something childish like that), but she lost the struggle as the hot tears streamed down her face. She wanted to get out of here and go home, but she knew that Ester, Bobby, and their crazy parents would never let her go, never let her know of anything but tickle torture. After a little bit, the tears subsided and she lay there in the empty void, awaiting her horrible fate.

            She wondered what she possibly could have done to deserve such horrible torment. She had always been so nice to other people, not for personal gain but just because it was the right thing to do. Why were they being so cruel to her? Apparently she had been mistreating Bobby and Ester, two of her high school classmates, but the only one unaware of it was her. She knew they were crazy, she had never been mean to anyone in her entire life, but there was nothing she could say or do to make them think otherwise.

            Felicia could only lie on the table, unable to move and trembling from the cold and a growing feeling of nervousness. Finally, after what seemed like years, she heard the metal click of the door opening, and Robert and Claudia, Bobby and Ester’s parents, walked in. The lights when on, and already Felicia was feeling warmer, even though the room’s damp, stone walls and hanging skulls sent chills down her spine.

            “Morning, kiddo. Sleep well?” asked Robert. Felicia just stared at him, not sure whether to say yes or no. “You’ve been lying there an awfully long time. I bet you have to go to the bathroom.” It suddenly dawned on Felicia that she really had to pee for a long time; her mind was too focused on the inevitable tickling to realize it. Claudia stepped over to the light switches. “OK sweetie, here are the rules about the bathroom breaks,” she said. She pointed to the bathroom door, which was a smooth stone door across from the entrance. “We will release you to go to the bathroom to pee and wash up. There is no lock, so don’t even think about trying to hide in there, and trust me, there are no windows, air vents, or anything for you to escape through. This is not Mission Impossible. You have 10 minutes, and after that I’m coming in there and dragging you out. If you really give us trouble, my husband will come in there and have his way with you. And I’m not talking about tickling. Let’s just say we have an open marriage, I’m sure you’re smart enough to put two and two together. Do we have a deal?” Felicia slowly nodded, her body going numb at the threat of rape. But she more than anything wanted to be released, if only for 10 minutes.

            Claudia flicked the switch, and the metal restraints opened. Felicia slowly sat up and rubbed her wrists. She sat on the edge of the table, rubbing her sore wrists and ankles, then got up and bent her knees a bit and stretched her back. She felt so good, being able to move again for the first time in over 12 hours that she did not notice the way Claudia and Robert were staring at her, the movement of Felicia’s slender young body was turning them both on. When she noticed what she was doing, she became nervous and self-conscious, running into the bathroom. The bathroom was surprisingly nice, consisting of a thin red carpet, a moderate-sized shower, full sized mirror, clean toilet, a sink, and all the toiletries she needed (she was expecting a closet with cobwebs, shit all over the place, and a dead body). She peed, then began to do some of the stretching exercises that she would usually do for cheerleading practice, basically to keep her muscles loose and limber as well as just to take advantage of the ability to move around freely since somehow she figured they would put her right back on the restraining table. She sat down with her legs spread wide open, touching her head to one knee, then the other, then ground in front of her. She straightened her legs and touched her head to her knees, then stood up. She put her hands on her buttocks, leaning back while keeping her legs straight in order to stretch her back. Her shirt rode up and revealed her slightly tan stomach. She touched her fingertips to the ground, first with her legs together and then with her legs spread a little bit apart. She bent one arm behind her head and touched her back, pulling her elbow with her other hand to stretch out her triceps. 9 minutes after she entered, she stood in front of the bathroom door. Taking a deep breath, she prayed that they wouldn’t tickle her today and exited the room.

            When she got out, she stopped dead in her tracks. A third person had entered the torture chamber. Standing next to Robert and Claudia was a clown (you may think that’s weird, but no one was more shocked than Felicia). She never cared much for clowns, she never thought they were that funny and she even thought they could be a little creepy at times. This was one of those times. The clown stood 6’1, and weighed about 185 pounds. He was wearing a mostly purple, black, and green ensemble which included a top hat (with a feather in it) and tuxedo. His face was covered in white make-up, with thin green hair visible from the sides of the hat, red make-up around the mouth, black make-up around his eyes, and of course, a big red nose.

            “Felicia, this is a good family friend. Funny the Clown, meet Felicia, the little brat that’s been tormenting our little angels at school,” Claudia introduced them, and the cheerleader felt a twinge of fear as the dominatrix falsely accused her once again of things she didn’t do, things she would be cruelly punished for.

            Funny extended his purple-gloved hand for a handshake. Felicia reluctantly shook his hand, not knowing about the hand buzzer. She screamed as she felt the jolt, and Funny put his hands on his large gut in an exaggerated laughing motion while not making a sound. Claudia’s hand flew to her mouth as she laughed at how gullible Felicia was while Robert just shook his head. While Funny was a good friend of his wife, he thought the clown was lame and juvenile.

            Seeing that Felicia wasn’t laughing either, his face became long and sad in a mock sad expression. He took out a balloon and began to blow it up. Felicia just nervously folded her arms, watching as Claudia told her more about the clown. “Funny’s been funny like this for over thirty years,” she said, chuckling at her own joke. “He does children’s parties now and then, but he also loves to come down to our BDSM club now and then. Not in the clown make-up, of course. He is pretty experienced as a dom in all sorts of fetishes. He has a birthday party to go to at noon, but it’s just after 9 AM now.” By this time, Funny had finished making a balloon zebra and handed it to Felicia. As soon as the teen took it, it popped with a loud bang, startling her slightly. Putting his head to his temple to show that he was thinking hard, he just reached out and poked her in her stomach. She let out a high-pitched, girlish scream, bringing her arms down to cover her belly button, but the clown just grabbed at her sides. She jumped and screamed again, bringing her arms stiffly to her sides while moving a good 2 yards backward, keeping her legs pressed together and her upperbody hunched over with her arms still covering her sides and stomach but also bent so her hands were folded together near her chin.

            “Come back over here, stand up straight, and let Funny tickle you!” yelled Robert angrily. Terrified of what they might do to her, Felicia obeyed. She stood up straight with her hands up as if she was being mugged at gunpoint. Funny grinned evilly (which was made even more sadistic-looking by the clown make-up he was wearing) and wiggled his fingers menacingly. Felicia cringed as the fingers crept closer to her body, and she burst into a fit of laughter when those fingers came into contact with her ribcage. She tried desperately to stay as still as she could, but she drew her arms up and retreated after only 15 seconds (a new record for her). Funny turned to his friends and gave them a large wink. “Funny loves rib tickling more than anything else. OK, little girl, back onto the table you go.”

Felicia felt her whole body go numb as she looked at that dreaded peace of furniture. “Please don’t make me go back on that thing,” she begged them, her voice barely above a whisper. Claudia just pointed one finger downwards, indicating for her to lie down on the table. Resigned to her fate, Felicia got back up on the table and, after looking at the metal clamps again while exercising her ability to move one last time, lay down on the unforgiving metal and extended her arms and legs straight out. Robert made sure her wrists, elbows, and ankles were in exactly the right positions, and Claudia flicked the far right switch when he nodded his approval, closing and locking the metal restraints and trapping the girl in place like before. Once again, Felicia was on her back with her arms straight over her head, held in place at the wrists and elbows, and with her legs straight out, held in place at the ankles with her feet hanging off the edge.

Robert and Claudia walked over to the doorway, flicking the lock switch and turning back to Funny. “OK Funny, you know the deal. Don’t remove any of her clothing, especially her shoes, since the kids have her ‘special’ parts reserved,” instructed Claudia. “Do NOT release her, turn off the lights when you’re done, and lock the door behind you. We’re going out, and the kids are at their grandma’s. Lock up after you leave.” “It’s about 9, so you should have about 3 hours with her before you have to leave for the party,” added Robert, who suddenly walked over to Felicia.

He slowly brushed a strand of hair from her eyes before reaching for her body. “W-w-what are you doing?!” cried a panic-stricken Felicia. Robert pulled her shirt back. “I told you before, he loves rib tickling. This will make things easier for him. Don’t you want life to be easier for other people, you stupid wench?” He pulled up her shirt until everything under her breasts was bared. Her entire ribcage was now revealed. “No,” whispered Felicia in horror, looking back and forth between the sadistic clown and her bare ribs. She remembered what else Robert had just said. 3 hours. 3 hours she would be left alone with that clown as he tickled her ribs, probably until she was dead.

Funny walked over and patted Robert on the shoulder, extending his hand for a friendly handshake. Robert accepted, jumping and pulling his hand back as Funny’s hand buzzer jolted him. Funny pretended to laugh as he stomped back to his wife. “Let’s go, Claudia,” he muttered angrily as they left the room, locking the door behind him.

Funny now turned to Felicia, making a big smiley face. Felicia still did not find the clown all that funny, she knew this was an act and that he would soon take a more direct approach in making her laugh. “P-please, Funny,” she pleaded desperately, hoping he would listen to reason unlike the family. “Please don’t tickle me. You may think it’s funny and everything because I’m laughing and that it’s nothing, but it’s real torture for me. I really can’t take it, please don’t tickle torture me!” At this point, Funny lifted one finger and a big fake smile spread across his face. “Let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone you were here. Honest, just please don’t tickle me!” Funny was doing that old trick that all magicians seem to do, the one where they sneeze and reach up their sleeve for a handkerchief, except they keep pulling out this long multicolored cloth. He looked “shocked” as the cloth kept coming out. Holding about 2 yards worth of the cloth in his hand, he got another “idea”, breaking off about 6 inches worth of cloth. Felicia was about to plead with him again when out of nowhere, he grabbed her by her throat, forcing the cloth into her open mouth. He tied more of the cloth around her face, holding the wad of cloth in her mouth in place. It was like a multicolored ball gag, she could not utter a word.

The poor girl was now terrified (more so than before since she could not even beg for mercy), and watched helplessly as the creepy clown straddled her hips. Now the only movement her body was capable of was breathing! This was even worse than the position she was in the other day. With her mouth gagged, her laughter would be pent up inside. With Funny sitting on her waist, she could not move an inch. She could not ward off the tickling in any possible way, mentally or otherwise, she could only hang in there and take it. The clown’s position also gave him easy access to her ribcage, and her cheerleading shirt was pulling up just to expose her sensitive ribcage to his tickling fingers. Suddenly, an evil sneer crossed his face (not just evil in her mind, but a truly sadistic smile that you would never see cross his face when performing at a toddler’s birthday party) and he held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. The helpless cheerleader pleaded with her eyes, but those pleas were, as usual, ignored as all 10 fingers assaulted her bare ribs.

Felicia’s eyes bulged so much it looked like they were going to pop right out of their sockets. It tickled so much, all her body wanted to do was to get up and scream, but the only thing that she could possibly do was lay there as the evil clown mercilessly tickled her ribs. She wildly shook her head from side to side, instinctively (and unsuccessfully) trying to thrash about under Funny’s weight. He didn’t hold back at all. He mercilessly tortured poor Felicia, torturing each pair of ribs individually, starting from the top and working his way down. His hands moved to her sides, and he slowly moved them together to her solar plexus, tickling her all the while. He alternated between spider-tickling and kneading her ribs. Both were maddening, though it was considerably worse when he kneaded her ribs (spider-tickling on Felicia was the worst when the tickler was a woman with long fingernails, like Claudia. But if the tickler was a man with large, rough hands, like Robert or Funny, kneading her ribs drove her insane). Felicia began screaming through her gag, her torso shaking up and down from the laughter she couldn’t let out. She just wanted to release her pent up laughter, but her inability to laugh made her torment even worse.

40 minutes later, he stopped tickling her. He got off of the poor girl and stood next to her. Felicia took in as much air as she could, trying to get her heart rate back to normal. Her lungs felt ready to explode, she was lightheaded, her ribcage was sore, and her waist, hips, and thighs hurt from Funny sitting on them for so long. She closed her eyes, trying to relax her body. She was still mostly out of breath when, only a minute later, Funny patted her on the cheek. She looked at him exhausted as he used his fingers to trace his own big fake smile. She just stared up at him, unable to beg for mercy. When he saw she wasn’t laughing, he put his finger to his temple again, then pretending to have a bright idea as he reached up to his hat and drew out the feather. Felicia’s eyes went wide with terror, and she managed to conjure up a plea which was muffled beyond recognition by her gag. Funny nodded enthusiastically as he drew the feather slowly towards her bare stomach, to which Felicia responded by shaking her head. Her breathing become more and more rapid as the feather made contact with her stomach, sending the poor teenaged girl into a wild frenzy. The feather, which was long and white and slightly stiff but still pretty soft, moved slowly in random directions, not allowing Felicia to guess where the sadistic instrument of torture would strike next. Some points it tormented her petite waist, other times stroked under her belly button, which was a hot spot on her tummy (the belly button was THE hot spot, but below the navel also drove her to nearly rip her way out of her bonds, which she could never do since they were made of steel and she wasn’t that strong). She arched her back instinctively when the feather touched her waist, the side of her stomach, or near the top, but this made her ribs very vulnerable. Even though she couldn’t arch her back all that much, the little bit she could made each individual rib visible. Funny took advantage of this. Standing near her right side, he ran the feather over these spots on her body while reaching out with his left hand and tickling the right side of her ribcage. It was a never-ending cycle of agony; whenever her outer stomach got tickled, her ribs became more vulnerable so Funny tickled her ribs, making her outer stomach more vulnerable. Of course, both these parts were being tickled at the same time. Then Funny began circling the perimeter of her stomach with the feather while rapidly alternating which side of her ribcage he tickled. The effect was beyond excruciating, and Felicia knew she could not take much more of this. After 10 straight minutes of this, he focused his feather on circling her belly button (he stopped tickling her ribs at this point). Although the pace of the feather had slowed down, the tickling was no less intense, in fact it was worse than before. The belly button, as stated before, was the most ticklish spot of Felicia’s tummy. The closer a part of it was to her belly button, the more ticklish it was. As he circled the feather closer and closer around her bellybutton, Felicia felt her body shake harder and harder with silent laughter. When the feather dipped into her belly button, her eyes shot open, her head lifted off the table, she struggled violently to get out of her restraints, and she began screaming into her gag. “MMMMFF!!!!!!! NNNMMMMBBBBBWWWWWWBBBBBBNNNN!!!!!” The intended message was “Not my belly button” but that was all she could manage to get out. She suddenly had more energy than ever before, she tilted her head back and laughed hysterically (or at least she tried to). Tears streamed down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to either pass out (yes, she was naïve and desperate enough to TRY to pass out) or think of something else other than tickling. But her mind had homed in on the feather that wiggled its way in and out of her hypersensitive navel. Funny tortured Felicia in this matter for 10 minutes, then stopped when the prisoner began coughing and gagging.

As she lay there, almost choking on the gag and struggling desperately for air through her nose, Felicia began to cry hysterically. The gag prevented her from making too much noise, but the hot stinging tears still flowed down her cheeks. She looked at Funny, who made the exaggerated crying motion with his hands (where you rub your hands next to or over your eyes), then pointed and pretended to laugh hysterically, slapping his thigh and everything. This made Felicia sob even more, as Funny was truly an evil clown, taking pleasure from her pain and suffering. She knew that the more he tortured her, the more he enjoyed himself (she couldn’t understand why that was, but she was aware that that was how it works), and he still had 2 hours of “enjoyment” left. She was only a third of the way through this nightmare, and she knew there would be many more nightmares to come.

Funny gave her about 10 minutes to rest and catch her breath (not to be nice, just to keep her from choking to death from her own spittle), then walked over to her head and roughly held it down so that the left side of her face was on the table and she was facing away from him. Staring at the lit skulls on the wall, she wondered what this monster could possibly have in store now, then broke into a series of cute but muffled giggles as she felt the feather dance around her earlobe. Funny tickled behind her ear, moving the feather around the fleshy part (the part where you pierce your ears) before dabbing it into the hole. He then began to tickle her nostrils. Felicia panicked because she felt a sneeze coming on, but she could not open her mouth to do it and was afraid that this would cause her to start choking again. She fought to hold in the sneeze, and realized she won when he withdrew the feather. Suddenly, his hand was over her nose and gagged mouth so that she could barely breathe, holding her head in place facing the ceiling. A new wave of panic swept over her as she felt the feather lightly tickling under her chin, her throat, and the sides of her neck in unpredictable patterns. Giggles were no longer fighting to get through the gag, but rather a new wave of hysterical laughter. She panicked yet again because, with Funny’s hand covering her face, she was having severe trouble breathing and she thought she was going to suffocate. She tried in vain to lift her head, especially when the feather stroked her throat. She began to scream, she couldn’t breathe at all and she felt herself becoming lightheaded. Suddenly she was able to breathe and move her head again, but before she even had a chance to inhale, she felt the feather tormenting her smooth, tender armpits. Her laughter again failed to escape, making the tickling that much more torturous. The feather danced around one underarm, then the other. She struggled with all her might, but her bondage was unforgiving and final. Funny then put down the feather and tickled her armpits with his gloved hands. Wave after wave of uncontrollable laughter was blocked by the gag, and Felicia squeezed her eyes shut as more tears rolled down her red face. The gloves’ soft, light material made the tickling worse, since it was almost like both fingers and feathers were tickling her at the same time. From the moment he had tickled her ears until now, only 5 minutes had elapsed. But one his fingers found her bare and helpless armpits, they put her through a ticklish hell for 15 minutes. Funny’s session with her was only half over!

After those 15 minutes, Funny withdrew his fingers from Felicia’s armpits. She lay there, her chest heaving, her bare and sweaty diaphragm rising up and down. The clown picked the feather back up and moved towards her legs. She didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. Funny was tickling her inner thighs, just inside the hem of her short skirt, with the feather. The young girl thought she was going to explode as she let out a few muffled screams before going right into silent laughter. Her lungs were killing her and her entire body glistened with sweat. The feather moved up and down her inner thighs, from one to the other, never coming within more than an inch from her panties. Robert and Claudia had told him he could tickle her on the grounds that he stay away from her breasts, pussy, and feet, since their kids wanted them so badly. Felicia had no idea about this and was afraid of what might happen if that feather came into contact with her vagina (even she didn’t know if she was ticklish there or not, though she figured she was). She desperately tried to move her buttocks in order to avoid the unrelenting tickle torment, but she could barely move and the feather continued to move around and about near her groin area. After about 10 minutes, she felt as if she were going to pee right there on the table, but she was determined to hold it in even if it made the tickle torture worse (she figured it was better than humiliating herself in front of this fiendish child “entertainer” and laying there in a puddle of her own urine). After 30 full minutes of torturing her inner thighs, Funny stopped and reattached the feather to his top hat. It was now 11 AM, and he had to leave in an hour.

He stood over her and stared at her beautiful, yet mortified blue eyes. He stuck his tongue out and gave her a raspberry. This made her tense in anticipation (which was bad considering her bladder was in need of relief), she had no idea what he was planning to do but she knew it wasn’t good. All of a sudden, without any warning at all (except for the one he just gave, in a sense) he leaned over and gave her a raspberry right in her belly button. She was too shocked to even scream, it came so fast. She just inhaled and held it there in silent terror. Miraculously, she managed to avoid wetting herself by the narrowest of margins. More and more raspberries followed, all homed in to her navel. This was much worse that being tickled by hand or by the feather. His tongue was moist and covered her whole navel and some of the surrounding stomach. It also vibrated when he delivered the raspberry. He gave her raspberry after raspberry, and when he ran out of breath, he began to swivel his tongue throughout her navel. Felicia was going buck wild, her head was tilted to one side as she laughed silently through her gag. In conjunction with the tongue tickling, Funny reached up with both hands and once again began tickling her exposed ribs. Only one short, high-pitched cry was heard from the high school cheerleader’s mouth, other than that Felicia was silent. She concentrated every ounce of strength she had to not wetting herself. This was very difficult, as Funny had resumed his raspberries while squeezing Felicia’s ribs with reckless abandon. He maneuvered his fingers under her shirt, tickling her sides around her bra strap before resuming his work on her rib, his tongue never once leaving her belly button.

After what seemed like years, the hour finally passed. Noon had come and Funny the Clown had to leave to perform at a children’s party. He stood up, patting her on her stomach. She laid there, the gag making it difficult for her to catch her breath. She had to pee so horribly, and she waited for Funny to remove the gag so she could ask him if she could make a bathroom break even if she had to return to the bondage table afterwards. But instead, Funny took off his hat and bowed like a nineteenth century British gentlemen, then pointed to her before making a flipping motion with his hand near his mouth while simultaneously frowning and then smiling (translated into English, this meant “turn that frown upside-down”). He turned towards the door, and she realized with horror that he was just going to leave her there as she was. She screamed for him to come back, but all that came out were muffled cries. He turned off the light and closed the door behind him, locking it and turning the room pitch black. She continued to scream for about a minute or two, hoping he would come and let her use the bathroom, but she suddenly became fully conscious of the darkness around her. Too exhausted to even be scared of the dark, she finally fell into a deep sleep.

She actually managed to get a good 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep. When she woke up, however, she immediately felt the unforgiving chill of the room of the room. She felt goosebumps form on her bare arms, legs, and ribs as her body began to tremble slightly. She was still strapped down, and the room was still pitch black. Suddenly, she felt the pressure on her bladder again, the urgent need to empty it. She was seriously debating over whether or not to just relax and let it all come out, but she was determined not pee unless she was sitting on a toilet. It’s not the embarrassment she was worried about since the family already made her feel humiliation when they tickle tortured her, but it was that she did not want to lay on this table for God knows how many hours with urine-soaked panties and the stench of urine invading her nostrils, which was her only method of breathing with Funny’s gag still in her mouth. Plus she had no idea what the family would do to her if she peed; she was already going through the most horrible tickle torture imaginable because she basically refused a date with a 18 year old and she became a cheerleader instead of some other girl; if she peed all over a piece of their furniture they would probably skin her alive. But holding it in was torture for her too, it required her full concentration and for her to keep her entire body tense and in motion, the latter being very difficult. Soon, beads of sweat ran down the side of her forehead, more sweat forming on her chest and stomach, which coupled with the cold made her feel like she would freeze. She seriously wished she had been walking home from school in a sweatshirt, long jeans, and maybe a hat and a scarf rather than this revealing cheerleader’s outfit. She kept fidgeting, not allowing her body to relax for a second and not allowing her mind to focus on anything other than keeping herself from peeing in her skirt. Time slowed to an agonizing crawl, and she let out a soft whimper as she wondered if she would ever get out of here, or if the family would just leave her to rot until she starved to death. It was 1 AM when the door finally opened and the lights came on (8 hours after Felicia woke up). Robert and Bobby entered the room in their sleepwear (Felicia was surprised that Robert’s nighttime ensemble wasn’t as freaky as his daytime one), closing the door as quietly as they could behind them before locking it. It seemed like they were not supposed to be down there or something, and Felicia stared silently in confusion.

“OK son, your mother said you couldn’t do this until your sister was down here too because it wouldn’t be fair, but you’ve been getting such good grades lately that I think you deserve a special reward,” Robert was telling his son. “Just whatever you do, don’t tell your mom about this, or she’ll kill us both. Don’t let your sister know about this either.”

“Don’t worry, Dad, I won’t. And thanks for this. You’re the greatest dad ever,” replied Bobby. He hugged his father in an almost touching scene, but Felicia knew that whatever they were down here for, it involved tickling her half to death.

They looked at her, sweaty, fidgeting, a multicolored gag covering her mouth, and her shirt pulled up exposing her ribcage. “Looks like Funny had his fun while you and your sister were at Grandma’s,” remarked Robert. “Alright, her breasts are all yours to tickle for about 10 minutes or so. After that, we have to get back upstairs. We’ll be a little fair to your sister, only tickle her through her shirt.”

Felicia’s blood ran cold when she heard this. She stopped fidgeting and lifted her head to stare at them in shock. “My….my breasts!?” she said through the gag, which to her torturers sounded like “Mmmm-mm-mmmff!?” She couldn’t believe her ears. The last thing she wanted right now was this creepy little kid tickling her breast while probably getting a hard-on. She had never been tickled on her breasts before, and only once had a boy ever touched them.

But there was a first time for everything. A perverted smile ran across Bobby’s face, the type of smile that could only run across the face of a 18 year-old boy touching his first girl’s boobs, and he reached for her body with his open hands. Felicia was frantically shaking her head and pleading for him not to do it, but her muffled voice was ignored as Bobby grabbed her breasts and started tickling them with his fingers. She began to giggle excessively, it tickled less than she thought, but that was probably because her shirt and bra were in the way. She hoped that he would never get a hand on her bare breasts but she didn’t think she would get that lucky.

The horrible tingling sensation shot from her breasts and entered her brain, which seemed to send them right to her bladder. While the tickling itself was less than maddening (well, for a minute at least, and she was more grossed out by this 18 year old have his way with her tits), her need for a bathroom break was what drove her insane. Bobby rapidly moved his fingers over her breasts like a five-legged spider before cupping his hands under them, squeezing them lightly. He picked up the pace, squeezing harder and tickling faster, and Felicia’s muffled giggles became louder and louder. What had, moments ago, been bearable now no longer was. A bit of drool escaped the gag somehow, running down the right side of her mouth. The boy’s hands never left the girl’s small, B-cup breasts.

Suddenly it happened. Felicia peed right there on the table. She had held it in so long that urine was coming out for almost a full minute. Bobby stopped tickling her at once. It felt so good during the actual moment of urination, and Felicia moaned almost erotically, but when it was over she felt like she wanted to die. She had never been more humiliated in her entire life, and this was considering she had been tickle tortured by a clown a few hours ago. Her panties were soaked, and the constant feeling of wetness between her legs was uncomfortable. The back of her skirt was also covered with urine, and the top half of her legs rested in a puddle of warm liquid. It smelled horrible, and Felicia desperately wished she could breathe through her mouth.

Robert and Bobby cringed, covering their noses. It was a bit weird for Bobby as he wasn’t expecting this really hot, sexy older girl he had a crush on to wet herself. Girls just didn’t do that. Yet somehow he was more turned on to her than ever before, almost as if, as perfect as she was, she wasn’t too far out of his league. He and Felicia, in his little world, were on the same level, which meant he actually had a chance with her (of course he was wrong, Felicia always thought he was an annoying little dweeb and now she thought he was a sick rapist-wannabe. And that’s not even considering the fact that the 2 of them being together would put her in jail). “Whew, when you gotta go, you gotta go!” remarked Robert. He turned to Bobby. “Don’t tell your mother we were here. She’ll find her like this tomorrow and take of it. We’ll just pretend she wet herself in her sleep or something. Now cover your ears, I have to talk to this girl for a second.” Bobby nodded and covered, but only lightly so he could clearly hear what his father was telling Felicia.

Robert grabbed Felicia by the hair and her chin, keeping her head pressed down against the table with enough force so that it hurt. “Now listen here, you spoiled little whore,” he muttered furiously, his face about 3 inches from hers. “If you ever mention this to anyone, it will be the end of you. I will personally come down here and tickle torture your little cunt, your feet, whatever REALLY makes you suffer.” Felicia began trembling with cold terror, she could not believe what she was hearing! “And I will tickle and tickle you all day, for hours on end, not giving you one second to catch your breath, until you laugh yourself to death. Do you understand?” He removed his hands from her head and she nodded slowly. “Good,” he said. He and his son left the room, turning off the lights and locking the door behind them.

Felicia rested her head on the table, trying to relax herself. But the horrible stench of urine invaded her nostrils, and she could not move her legs away from the puddle. Laying there, strapped to a table in the most vulnerable position wearing nothing but a cheerleading outfit, her mouth gagged, the room pitch black and cold, her panties, skirt, and bare legs soaked with urine, being unable to breathe through her mouth to escape the smell, she began to sob. Robert’s parting words had broken her spirit, and she knew she now belonged to them. She just did the only thing she could do, she laid there in the darkness crying hysterically.

 

Felicia’s mind recoiled with horror. In one instant, it repeated the sentence Ester had just said to her a thousand times. “And my 18^th birthday gift…….is to tickle your FEET!” Pure animal fear flooded her body, her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and her face turned pale. Her feet were the most ticklish parts of her entire body. Compared to that, the rest of her body was as ticklish as the creepy skulls hanging off the walls.

Panic flooded the young girl’s body as she violently struggled in her bonds. “NO! NOT THAT! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THAT!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. She began to cry. She knew she could not survive her feet being tickled. She had had just about every other part of her body tickled thus far and it had been unbearable, but now she seriously feared for her life. After all the times they had tickled her to the point where she couldn’t breath, she seriously feared being tickled to death right now. “PLEASE, DON’T!!!!!! YOU CAN’T, I’LL DIE!!!! SERIOUSLY, I CAN’T TAKE BEING TICKLED ON MY FEET!!!!! PLEASE!!!”

The family chuckled. “Wow, I’ve never seen a reaction like that before,” observed Claudia. “Such a loud mouth, too. I hope no one here has gone deaf, now.” “What!?” yelled Bobby, laughing at his own joke.

Felicia looked at Ester with nervous, pleading eyes. “Please, Ester, please,” she choked through her sobs. “Please, when you guys tickle torture me, I can’t breathe. My feet are insanely ticklish, and if you tickle me there, I might actually die. Please, don’t tickle my feet.”

Ester’s face cringed with disgust. “Oh please, you actually think after everything you did that I’m going to show you mercy? You must be joking! You took that uniform away from me, and in doing so you took any chance I ever had to be popular and have lots of friends. Everyone knows that people like me can’t every have a boyfriend, especially a hot one, unless they’re a cheerleader or something. You’ve ruined my life, and now I’m ruining yours.”

Claudia put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “And don’t you worry, dear. We’re all professionals. You won’t die, though you will probably wish for death pretty soon.”

This did not help Felicia’s fragile emotional state, and she tried again to get through to Ester, amazingly with more desperation in her voice. “Please, I’ll do ANYTHING!!!! You want to be a cheerleader? You can have my spot. You can have my uniform! It’s yours! You’ll look great in it, better than me! Much better than me! You want me gone? I’ll drop out of school! I’ll work at McDonald’s, I’ll work wherever you want me to work!! I’ll give you anything you want, I’ll buy you all the clothes you want, just PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET!!!!”

“Sorry, bitch, but me and my brother are getting are revenge on you,” replied Ester coldly, a rare smirk crossing her pale face. Bobby bounced right next to her. “Yeah, I finally get your boobies!!!!!”

Felicia just stared at him in horror. The idea of Bobby tickling her bare breasts was maddening. It was not just the idea of him tickling her, but the idea of her breasts showing period. It made her feel awkward and self-conscious. And she did not want ANYONE to EVER touch her there without her consent. That was one of her most private places, not something for people to grope and fondle. She was a sexually conservative and innocent girl, a virgin who never let people touch her body or even see it. The thought of this kid fondling her breasts was sickening! And he wouldn’t just be fondling and groping, he would be tickling! Her breasts already proved to be ticklish the other night when he drove her crazy tickling her there. And that time he tickled her through her shirt and bra. This time, she was sure her breasts would be bared and everyone would be gawking over them, and this time the tickling they would endure would be maddening. Of course, that would be nothing compared to getting her feet tickled, which would be happening at the exact same time.

But of course it didn’t stop there. Robert and Claudia stepped forward. “Don’t worry, we won’t leave you alone with the children. We’ll be helping too,” said Robert. “And my wife is letting me get the one spot that, I must say, I’ve been eager to get my hands on since I first saw you.” As he spoke, his eyes slowly veered to Felicia’s vagina. The poor girl began to tremble, a terrified whimper escaping her lips. Tears ran down her cheeks. She didn’t want this old guy poking around down there. Her vagina was her most precious and private place, even more than her breasts. She suddenly wished that her uniform consisted of shorts rather than a skirt so that he couldn’t reach his hands in there. It was so gross, and she wasn’t even sure if she was ticklish down there, though with her luck she assumed that she was. Claudia chuckled. “And don’t mind me, I’ll just be floating around.”

Felicia’s heart began to pound as she continued to beg. “Please, you guys, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to make it better, but don’t do this to me. Please, don’t tickle me. Ester, please, don’t tickle my feet!” “Sorry, you dumb bimbo,” replied Ester. “You brought this upon yourself.” With that, she untied the laces of Felicia’s white tennis shoes. “No, no please! PLEASE!!!” cried the captive cheerleader, as her shoes were removed, her socked feet hanging off the edge of the table. She was wearing little white, very thin cotton socks. The ankle part was folded so that it came up just past the ankle. The fabric was so thin that, in this situation, she may not have been wearing any socks at all. There was no way they could have provided adequate protection from Ester’s nails, which were nearly as long as her mother’s.

She gasped as Bobby appeared over her head, his hands reaching for the bottom of her shirt. “No,” she whined as her shirt was pulled up above her chest. In front of everyone was Felicia’s perky B-cups in a cute, white cotton bra. Everyone but Ester gawked at them, and Bobby felt himself grow hard at the sight. This was going to be the greatest day of his life, and the worst day of Felicia’s. “Please, put my shirt back! Don’t touch me there! No, please, Robert, sir, not down there, please!” Robert was standing next to her right hip, his hand already reaching towards but not touching Felicia’s vagina, hidden within a white pair of panties and a very short cheerleading skirt. Claudia moved to Felicia’s left, but near the middle of her legs. The young girl panicked as they all reached towards her at once. She didn’t even bother to reason with them. Instead she held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the horrible moment of impact.

It felt like a jolt of electricity was sent all throughout her body. Her feet curled up, her hands opened wide, her leg muscles tightened, and her head tilted back as she screamed a long, high pitched scream that could have shattered glass. Long fingernails tickled the soles of her socked feet, slender fingers ran all over her bra-covered breasts, a large rough hand teased and tormented her vagina through her panties, and another pair of long fingernails squeezed and tickled the backs of her knees. She went immediately into silent laughter. Her hands balled into fists, her knuckles turning white. She wanted more than anything to squeeze her legs together, curl into a fetal position, and put her hands over her feet, or at least that’s what her body was trying to do. No matter how much they tortured her, all she could do is lay still in the most open and vulnerable position possible which made it harder for her to endure but as easy as possible for them to dish it out.

Ester’s tickling of her feet was maddening beyond words. With her feet held in place and five long nails scraping the soles through such thin socks, the tickling was so intense it made Felicia’s head spin. The whole room was a blur and everything was spinning, and her head pounded as jolt after jolt of “ticklish electricity” shot at lightspeed up her leg and exploded in her mind. For a moment she saw stars and colorful shapes. Within 30 seconds of tickle torture, her brain felt like it would pop out of her forehead, and it felt like her lungs were ready to join it.

Bobby’s tormenting of her helpless breasts was equally maddening, though it was slightly less in the form of tickle torture and slightly more in humiliation. Her cotton bra covered her nipples and the bottoms of her breasts, but the tops were completely exposed and were taken advantage of (as were the covered parts). He ran his fingers all over, sometimes even sticking the tip of his fingers underneath her bra. Sometimes he fondled her, and while she got in those brief moments a relief from tickling, it would be inaccurate and completely false to say she got relief period. The very side of her breasts, just before it met the rest of her body (the part just near the armpit), was a VERY sensitive spot and it was not protected by her bra. Bobby saw this easily, running his index fingers up and down these spots as he tickled the rest of her boobs.

Robert’s large hand roughly squeezed her vagina so that it hurt. Felicia let out a high-pitched wail, followed by, “PLEASE, LET GO!!!! PLEASE, NOT DOWN THERE, NOT MY PUSSY, PLEASE!!!!!” He released pressure on her private area, instead roughly and rapidly running his fingers over it. She had figured such a spot would tickle immensely, she did not realize it would be this bad. She lifted her buttocks off the table, she swiveled her hips around, she did everything she could to get this creepy middle-aged man’s fingers out from between her legs, but it was all for naught. She begged constantly for over a minute for him to stop tickling her down there, for him to tickle her anywhere else, but he didn’t listen as he sadistically tormented her most sensitive part.

Claudia’s tickling of the backs of her legs were like kicking someone when they are down. Felicia tried desperately to bend her knees, but Claudia’s fingernails lightly flicked and stroked behind them with reckless abandon. This alone would have been enough to send the poor blonde into a ticklish frenzy, but when coupled with the merciless torture of her feet, breasts, and vagina, it sent her mind reeling.

Felicia began taking deep breaths through her mouth, trying desperately to hold in the laughter. She managed to keep her mouth tightened for an astonishing 6.7493 seconds before exploding with laughter. She tried to beg for some sort of mercy, but nothing came out. Instead her mouth just opened and closed rapidly. Her fists opened and closed repeatedly, and her feet tried to wiggle out of the path of Ester’s fingers. Things only got worse, however, as Robert placed his left hand on Felicia’s stomach, his fingers probing her sensitive navel. Claudia began to torment the inner part of her left knee with one hand and the top of her thigh with her other. Ester’s fingers tormented the soles of her feet before moving on the heels. Ester was actually surprised to see that Felicia’s feet didn’t really move around THAT much. She had seen people who could have kicked a field goal while being tickled in the stocks, and she had sometimes had trouble holding a person’s feet in place, but this girl wasn’t like that which was surprising considering how ticklish she was. Her feet bent, curled up, or her toes spread out, etc., but their movements were nowhere near as frantic as their owner’s laughter.

The high school cheerleader began going frantic. “NO, PL-PL-PL—NO! STOP! NOT MY FE-HEEHEEHEEHEE-EEEEEEEET!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH GO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-OOOD, NOOOO!!!! NOT DOWN THERE!!!! OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE, MISTER, NOT DOWN THEEEEEEEERE!!!!!!!! HELP, SOMEONE!!!!!” “Shut up, girl,” scolded Robert callously as his left hand traced circles just below her belly button, his right index finger flicking up and down at the side of her pussy lips. He suddenly grabbed and squeezed her vagina with all his might. “OH DEAR GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!! LET ME GO, LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed his young victim. The pain was unbearable. Many people believe that girls don’t feel any pain between their legs except during childbirth and that it only hurts like that for guys. Those people are wrong, and Felicia could testify. She nearly passed out from the pain as Robert tightened his grip, not releasing it for a full 25 seconds. Tears of pain flowed from her eyes, and she saw stars and flashes of light just in front of her. Yet, somehow she was still laughing. As Ester varied the focus of her assault, tickling Felicia’s right sole and the ball of her left foot, her archnemesis turned her head to the side, biting down on her own arm to stifle her giggles. Bobby laughed at her. “Look at this! Aww, is the poor little cheerleader too good for a little tickle?” he mocked, teasing her bra right where her nipples would be. The girl of his dreams just mouthed the word “stop” over and over again. Robert entered the “conversation”. “She says she doesn’t want my hand down here, but then why would she make it so easy by wearing such a tiny little skirt? And if she doesn’t like it, why doesn’t she just move away?” he taunted, knowing full well of her inability to defend herself. Claudia laughed and joined in. “Oh she definitely wanted me to tickle her legs. That’s why she didn’t wear any pants and left these cute little legs of hers all exposed and ready for a tickling.” She reached over, squeezing just above Felicia’s kneecaps. Ester didn’t say anything. She never had much of a sense of humor and right now she was busy making this girl suffer. She held back the toes of Felicia’s right foot with one hand, tickling them with the index finger on her other. The tickling of her toes caused Felicia’s head to shoot up like a rocket. Somehow she found the strength to struggle and wasted it doing just that.

This went on for 45 minutes. They never stopped, they only slowed down to keep her from passing out (though it was hard to get Ester to slow down). After 45 minutes, Robert looked at his watch and stopped everybody. Felicia had never been so relieved in her entire life. Her chest heaved and she panted heavily. She tried again to reason with them, but she was too exhausted to speak.

“It’s about a quarter to 9,” Robert told his daughter. “You were born at around this time 18 years ago. So now you get your present in full. Take off her socks. Her feet are all yours, sweetheart.”

Ester smiled a rare smile, a light shining in her eyes. “Thanks, Daddy,” she said. Felicia looked over as Ester stood over her feet. “No,” she wailed pitifully, barely audible, as Ester slowly removed one sock, then the other. They all stared at Felicia’s helpless, bare feet. “You take very good care of those feet,” remarked Claudia. “I could already tell how sensitive they are just by looking at them. You poor thing.”

Robert nudged his son, giving him an affirming nod. Beaming, Bobby looked at his father before running over to Felicia’s head. Reaching over, he pulled up Felicia’s bra. “No, please, not that!” she cried as he pulled up the undergarment and stuffed it under the part of the shirt that was also pulled up. Now there was a heap of cloth on top of her collarbone, and just under where it was rolled up were a pair of perky and stunning B-cup breasts, now totally bare. “Whoooaaa, SEXY!!!!” yelled Bobby. Her mother agreed, “Those are the cutest little things I’ve ever seen. They’re so tiny.”

“No way! Put my clothes back on this instant!” demanded Felicia. Furious, the boy’s father grabbed her by her breasts. “Were you just giving my son orders!?” he demanded furiously, squeezing her breasts with all his might. She screamed in agony. “What makes you think you’re worthy to order MY SON around? You haven’t learned your lesson, have you? You still think you’re superior? Apologize to him right now!”

“Bobby, I’m sorry,” she whimpered. Robert squeezed even tighter, eliciting a painful shriek. “Louder!” he commanded. “BOBBY, I’M SORRY!!!” she yelled. She gasped in relief as he let go of her breasts, which were now red and throbbing with pain.

Robert reached over to Felicia’s cheerleading skirt. He pulled up the bottom part over her waist so that it was resting in her stomach. Her white panties were now in full view of everyone. Felicia didn’t even protest, she knew she couldn’t win. She felt nervous all over again. She was about to get the tickling of her life and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And it wouldn’t be on her armpits or her sides or something innocent, it would be on her bare breasts and vagina. And it would be on her feet, her most unbelievably ticklish spot. She didn’t know how she was going to manage.

She had gotten less than a minute break (less than that even, if you count the time Robert was squeezing her chest) from her 45 minute tickle torture when they got back to their positions. Bobby jumped onto her ribcage so that he was right in front of her tits. Ester resumed her position at Felicia’s now-bare feet, Robert stood again next to her right hip, and his wife stood above her head.

Felicia, panic-stricken, looked all around her. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see past Bobby and she had no idea what Ester and Robert were about to do to her feet and pussy, respectively. Claudia’s lips formed a cruel sneer as she reached for the girl’s armpits. Bobby licked his lips, reaching for her bare breasts (she could feel his erection through his pants. It was so gross). As always, they each connected at the same time, sending the poor teenage girl into a hysterical frenzy. Ester’s fingers tickled her toes, which alone made Felicia laugh so hard she had to bite down on her shirt to keep under control. If she had not been so ticklish herself, she would not believe that such a soft innocent touch could cause so much agony. Her mother dug her fingers into her triceps, slowly and tauntingly moving down to her armpits. This worked against Felicia twofold. Besides tickling her, it also provided a psychological torture as Felicia was constantly bracing herself for the moment when those nails would enter her smooth hollows. Bobby’s hands groped and tickled the undersides of her breasts. She never thought her breasts would be so ticklish. Her mouth let go of the fabric of her shirt as laughter poured out of it. She tried to lift her torso to knock him off of it, but if did not work. She couldn’t move an inch. Robert’s hands both went full force towards her panty-clad privates. One hand tickled right over the hole with reckless abandon, the other one aimed for her panty line and inner thighs. The feeling sent shockwaves down her legs, and they would have caused her to jerk her legs constantly, as well as close them, had they not been restrained so well. She couldn’t say what was worse: the relentless tickling of her feet or the presence of this man’s hands between her legs. Maybe if it was a woman she would feel SLIGHTLY more comfortable about it, but who knew what else this creepy man would do to her down there?

She exploded with maniacal laughter that would have sent anyone else to the nuthouse when Claudia’s long fingernails lightly massaged her underarms. Her brain begged her arms to move, to bend and protect the overly sensitive spot, but the metal clamps had other ideas as they held her arms firmly in place. No matter what she did, she could not pull her arms down and her armpits remained as vulnerable as conceivably possible. She looked up, begging the large woman with her eyes to stop torturing her, but although Claudia clearly saw her she did not stop. Instead, she actually increased the intensity, much to Felicia’s chagrin.

Felicia tried to move her feet out of the way as she felt the fingernails torment her insteps, but there was nowhere for them to go. Her chest was on fire as she struggled to breathe through the ticklish laughter. She felt Ester’s fingers go up and down the soles, arch, and heel of her right foot as the Goth girl’s other hand stroked the top of her foot. Felicia couldn’t believe that even the TOP of her foot was ticklish! The nails skittered up the top side of her toes and down to the bottoms of them. Felicia tried to scrunch her toes, but that didn’t stop her evil classmate. The nails skittered across her balls and toes, while on the other foot she tickled the back of her heels.

Bobby was tickle torturing her small, tender nipples. She began shaking her head from side to side trying to beg him not to touch her there, but laughter got in her way. Her torturer was trying to get her nipples to harden and become pointy, but for some reason they wouldn’t. Unlike him, Felicia did not think this was pleasurable or arousing on ANY level. It was sick and disgusting. The fact that she could feel his erect penis on her solar plexus even though he was wearing pants and (she hoped) underwear only made her less likely to feel sexually aroused on even a subconscious level. The boy, while he would make a fine BDSM dominant, still had a lot to learn.

Robert roughly tickled Felicia’s vagina through her exposed panties. His other hand ran across the top of or inner thighs or randomly kneaded just above the kneecaps. With Bobby sitting on her ribs, she could barely move out of the way of Robert’s invasive hands, less so than she could have if no one was on top of her. The muscles in her thighs clearly strained as she desperately tried to close her legs. She couldn’t take much more of his hands between her legs.

The second round of tickling had entered the half hour mark before Felicia’s body had enough and passed out. No one noticed except Claudia, who immediately reached into her pocket for the smelling salts. The cheerleader’s eyes barely even had enough time to open before forced laughter began anew.

Bobby’s hands found their way between her breasts. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA N-N-N-N-N-NOOOOOOOO-OO-O-O-O-OOOO!!!! B-B-B-BOBBY PLEASE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT……….THERE!!!! NO-AAAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” Felicia tried desperately to move or protect herself anyway she could, to at least shift her torso to escape his fingers, but she could do nothing. Her breasts were now his to do as he pleased.

Claudia stopped tickling Felicia’s armpits and walked around to her feet. The torment increased seemingly a thousandfold as 20 long fingernails tickle tortured the bottoms of her helpless feet. The dominatrix scraped her nails over Felicia’s left sole and instep while her daughter held down Felicia’s right set of toes and tickled the underside of it. Felicia shook her head from side to side. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Tears streamed down her face. Over the last 3 days, her tear glands did more work than she did during her entire high school career. She had been lightheaded moments ago, but now, coming up on the 50 minute mark, her head started to feel numb. That could also have been because, in an involuntary attempt to block out the unbearable tickling sensations that shot from her feet, up her legs, and exploded into her mind, she started to bang her head on the metal table. Now the back of her head was throbbing and her ears were ringing, but the tickle torture had not been relieved in any way. 5 minutes after that, as Ester was lightly squeezing the underside of Felicia’s big toe, the poor teenaged ticklee passed out yet again. Claudia quickly got up and lumbered over to the girl’s head again, passing the smelling salts under her nostrils. Felicia’s lungs barely had any time to recover, they were still out of air, so when she came to she lapsed right into silent laughter. Claudia resumed her tickling of Felicia’s left foot, her right hand holding her foot so that her toes pointed straight at her while her left hand tickled her inner anklebone.

Then something happened that, while it didn’t make the tickling worse per se, it made Felicia’s heart freeze in cold terror (well the part of the mind that was still functioning and aware did). Roberts hand entered her panties. “OH GOD! OH GOD! GET OUT!!!!! GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Felicia at the top of her lungs, the only thing they could work up enough air to do before running out and condemning the girl again to silent hysterics. Robert ferociously tickled her bare pussy, her panties suddenly seeming to have a strange mound or a giant spider crawling around in them. “If you hate it so much, then why are you laughing?” taunted the evil BDSM club owner. His fingers circled around her pussy lips, but not in an arousing way. Robert was, unofficially, one of the greatest and most sadistic dominants in the world. He could make even the most sexually conservative woman cum by fingering their vagina, he could make any woman beg for more no matter how much they truly hated it. If he wanted to, he could have Felicia moaning erotically in pure sexual ecstasy, possibly even begging for more, no matter how much she feared and despised it on even a subconscious level. But this wasn’t a normal club patron or submissive. This was the bitch who spent four years torturing his daughter. She would receive no pleasure, she would receive no mercy. He had wanted to do so much more than tickle her when they decided to abduct her, but his wife had calmed him down. That was actually one of the things he loved about Claudia. Her infinite mercy.

His fingers circled her pussy lips, getting closer and closer to the whole. Despite her mind barely working at the moment, her whole body shook with terror as well as tickling. She was certain that his fingers would enter her, and she was not prepared for that, regardless of whether it tickled or not. Tears began to stream down her face, but this time they were born out of fear, not suffering. The small fragment of her mind that still had focus on reality prayed to God that she would still be a virgin when the night was through. Suddenly, an intense stinging pain shot radiated from her entire body, her sex being the source. Robert had grabbed both pussy lips with his index finger and thumb and twisted them. The pain she felt was as intense as the tickle torture of her feet, both of which were unspeakable and beyond words. Somehow, despite the lack of both energy in her body and air in her lungs, she managed to let out a piercing scream. He held her like that for 10 seconds, stopping only when she passed out (again) from the pain. “Mom, smelling salts,” called Bobby, being the only one who could see that she had passed out. Claudia took them out of her pocket and passed it down to him, telling him to hold it for now. For the third time, Felicia was revitalized, collapsing almost immediately into silent laughter, her vagina still throbbing in pain.

Bobby began to use both hands on an individual breast. Her right breast was tormented from both the top and bottom by his rapid-moving fingers. Felicia barely had the energy to attempt to throw him off anymore. Her eyelids hung half open, her mouth was open with silent laughter coming out of it, and the rest of her body was limp with the exception of the slight wiggling of her feet. One hand began tickle torturing the very tip of her left nipple, the other hand pinching the small fleshy part of the outer side of the same breast. Felicia moaned, the only sound her mouth was willing to produce, as she wondered when the horror would stop; when this kid will let go of her breasts and when this creepy guy will get his hand out of her underwear and when this two women will stop torturing her feet. The latter was the most unbearable, in terms of pure tickle torture, and she knew she could not take much more of this. If only they would stop tickling her feet, at least for a minute, but the two females were relentless in exacting their revenge.

As Ester began to nibble down on her right big toe, Felicia’s eyes shot wide open. Her hands balled into tiny little fists that only a 5’5” 110 pound cute high school cheerleader could have. She tried desperately to wiggle her foot, but Ester held it in place. Felicia couldn’t believe that someone was actually putting their MOUTH on her foot. It was even more unbelievable than how much it actually tickled. She didn’t make a sound though, despite how much her body tried to. She opened her mouth but all that came out was a hoarse cry of anguish.

1 hour and 20 minutes in to the tickle torture (the second round, that is), and Felicia was no longer laughing in any way, shape, or form. Her body was completely limp, but they knew she was still conscious because of her soft, pathetic whimpers and the occasional incomplete plea for them to stop. “Aaahhhhhhh………………………….. ohhhhh…………… please……….” was all the girl was able to manage. Though they didn’t stop, Claudia commanded everyone to slow down. The intensity dropped to an almost playful level, one that would normally make a person giggle lightly. Claudia left Felicia’s feet in the capable hands of her daughter as she went over to Felicia’s head, running a hand across her cheek and brushing her sweaty, matted hair out of her eyes. She began running her nails slowly up and down Felicia’s bare arms in a way so that the tickling was kept to a minimum. Ester held her right foot in place, slowly and lightly tickling the top of her ankle. Even Robert had slowed down the tickling, centering his hand on the skin between her vagina and her thankfully inaccessible anus.

As her energy began to slowly return and she could breathe again, Felicia’s heart began to pound in terror. She knew that this would not last. They would start up once again and they would be more relentless than ever. Her mind felt fear since it was now able to completely focus (thanks to Ester now focusing on her shin and calf rather than her feet) on Robert’s hand between her legs. She was afraid of how far he would eventually go. Fearing for her virginity, she let out yet another useless place through her giggles. “Teeheehee, please, Mister, heeheee…………….heehee pleeeeeeaaasssseeee stop. Hahahahahahahahaha g-g-get your hand………ou-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-t.” Robert grinned maliciously (though she couldn’t see it) and his finger poked out the right leg hole of her underwear, tickling her inner thigh and producing a wave of girlish giggles. “We’ve got to teach you some discipline and respect, little girl. From now on, you will call me and my son ‘Master’, and my wife and daughter, you will call the ‘Mistress’. Understood?”

Felicia looked up, but she only saw his body hunched over and his head hidden by his son who was still sitting on her ribs. The idea of calling them those names was, in her eyes, demeaning and disrespectful. On a universal level, she believed that no one was superior to anyone else. On a personal level, she was quite confident that these people were NOT superior to her, or at least not simply because they had chloroformed and kidnapped her on her way home from school and they just so happened to have a bondage table conveniently located in their basement. But right now, while she was completely at their “mercy”, what choice did she have? “Yes……teeheeheehee…..y-yes, Master,” she replied, defeated.

“Good girl,” said Robert, as his finger deliberately grazed the area where woman’s pubic hair would normally be, a perfectly smooth and hairless spot on the young cheerleader’s body. “Tell me, girl, do you shave your cunt, or is it naturally hairless?” “Y-y-yeeeess.” “Yes, which one?” “Ohhh hahahaha……n-natural,” replied Felicia, her face growing hot with embarrassment. These were very personal questions and she did not feel right telling anybody about such things. What was most amazing was that she felt embarrassed answering a question about why she has no pubic hair while the person who was asking the question had his hands all over her pubic areas and his son had his hands all over her naked breasts. Kind of ironic, in a cute sort or way.

It took 20 minutes before Felicia was fully rested and able to withstand any more intense tickle torture. Her giggles poured out in waves, and Robert and Claudia agreed that they were the cutest and most adorable giggles they ever heard since Bobby was a toddler (which is understandable because most of their club patrons were at least in their mid thirties, mostly forties, and the women were for the most part not this cute and innocent). But the time for fun was over. At Claudia’s command, everyone went wild on Felicia once again. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed, the one single word of protest followed by wild, mad laughter as the entire family tickle tortured her sensitive skin with wild abandon. Robert’s right hand tormented her vaginal lips almost as if they were ready to go in, and his left hand tickled her fully immobile bare stomach. Bobby began to torment her nipples. He rolled them around in his thumb and index fingers before lightly tickling them each with one finger. It was maddening and confusing to her at the same time, because now, while it WAS torturous, it was also beginning to feel slightly arousing (very slightly arousing). The idea of this weird boy from her school making her feel….GOOD….from playing with her nipples made her feel guilty, disgusting, and perverted when in fact it was not her fault. But it tortured her more than it pleasured her, her feelings notwithstanding, and she silently prayed for release (as in release from her captivity).

She felt Claudia reaching into the armholes of her shirt, tickling her sides just underneath her armpits. At the same time, Bobby’s hands tickled the outer sides of her breasts. The proximity of their hands was unbearable, giving her wracked mind the illusion of more tickling fingers in that area than there really were. “NonononononononononononononoNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” she cried frantically as Bobby’s nails traced slow, torturous lines over the tops of her chest while Claudia removed her hands from the armholes and instead stuck them into the collar of her uniform. Her hands moved seemingly invisibly under the heap of cloth that lay on her collarbone as she tickled her just above her breasts, on her collar and breastbones. As another wave of laughter was about to escape her lips, Claudia’s large hand flew over her mouth, silencing the girl as she tilted her head back. Unable to move her head, Felicia began to panic (more than she already was, that is), and muffled pleas ran smack into her lips, from the inside of course, as Claudia began to tickle her under her chin. The torture was unbearable, especially being unable to move her head. Muffled laughter gave way to muffled screaming as the long fingernails ran over her hoarse throat. Tears ran from her tearstained eyes down her tearstained cheeks like a river. Her neck muscles strained to break out of the vicious hold, but the 6’6” 250 pound dominatrix was too strong for the 5’5” 110 pound cheerleader. While one hand covered her mouth and pinned her head in place, the other went on a spider-tickling spree all over her neck. Her collarbone, the sides of her neck, under the chin, and the throat all felt her wrath.

As Robert’s finger vertically flicked right between her vaginal lips, and his left index finger dug itself into her belly button, Ester held both of Felicia’s feet down with her hands, so they were facing outwards, tickling her insteps with those same hands. The laughter that would have escaped Felicia’s mouth could have caused shockwaves that would have knocked down buildings, but with Claudia’s hand acting as an impromptu gag, that laughter went from her lungs to her mouth and back into her lungs (or at least that’s how it felt). The girl’s chest felt like it was ready to explode, yet the tickle torture she endured seemed to have no end in sight.

Claudia let go of Felicia’s mouth, resuming her focus on the poor girl’s sensitive armpits. Meanwhile, Bobby noticed that her nipples had suddenly become erect. “Wow, look at this. Her nipples are, like, so pointy now,” he commented. Upon hearing this, Robert promptly removed his hand from her panties and navel, pushed his son’s hands out of the way, grabbed Felicia’s nipples and twisted. The cheerleader screamed in agony as unspeakably harsh pain shout through her chest. She gritted her teeth, tears flowing from her eyes (as always) as her face turned red. “OH GOD, LET GO! PLEASE LET GO!” she cried. It hurt so much. “Ask nicely,” replied Robert. “PLEASE! PLEASE, LET—AAAHH—LET GO!!!” “Please let go what?” “PLEASE, L-LET GO, MASTER!!!!” Robert let go of her nipples. As soon as she tried to take a breath, she nearly choked on her own laughter as Claudia and Ester continued to tickle her armpits and feet. Putting his hand back into her panties, this time through the right leg hole, he instructed Bobby, “Remember, this bitch does not have the privilege of feeling pleasure; only pain and suffering.” The men resumed their tickling, Bobby focusing on her tender nipples and breasts and Robert on her sex, hips, and thighs.

Felicia had had enough. The tickling was unbearable, it was excruciating. The torment she was receiving was inhuman. When was it going to stop? She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know where she was, she didn’t even know her own name. All she knew was excruciating, intense, merciless tickle torture. And she could not bear it anymore. In spite of this, she did, mainly because she had no other choice, for the next 2 hours. By the time they stopped, it was almost 1 in the morning. They had been tickling her since 8 PM. Robert had constantly tickled her sex, and he coupled that with torturing her stomach, waist, hips, and thighs. Bobby never stopped tickling her bare chest, and Ester was in a trance as she tickled her hypersensitive feet. Claudia was all over the place, tickling her arms, armpits, neck, legs, and even helping her daughter with her feet. The reluctant sub struggled to catch her breath, her bare chest heaving, struggling to compensate for Bobby’s weight. She began to cry. She could not take it anymore, and not just in the physical sense, but mentally, emotionally, and psychologically as well. She was homesick and she missed school, her friends and family, her volunteer work, and all the fun stuff she loved to do. She missed her room and her bed and stuffed animals, she was still afraid to be in this creepy dungeon with a restraining table with torches and skulls hanging off the walls. She was starving, she needed desperately to eat, and right now her parched mouth and hoarse throat needed a drink too. She needed to get up, to move around. She never liked to sit still in one spot too long, but being strapped down in one position for hours and hours on end was unbearable. And laying there in the darkness and cold, wondering for hours how these psychos were going to torture her next was more than unnerving. There is no word in the English language for how that felt (there was also no word in the Spanish, French, Italian, or Russian languages either, though some speculate there may be a word for it in Japanese).

The parents noted the time and that they had run later than they thought. “Alright everyone, upstairs,” said Claudia. “You two have school tomorrow, and you don’t want to miss it. Bobby, I hope you studied for that math test.” “Don’t worry, Mom. Algebra is only the most easiest subject EVER.” Felicia felt herself grow even more emotional at the thought of school, and she thought about hanging out with her friends in the halls, and talking to cute boys, and learning about interesting things in her Social Studies classes, and cheerleading practice and performing at football games. She even thought about how much trouble she had with algebra.

“Come on, Mom, let me tickle her just a little longer,” whined Ester. “After all she did to me, and it’s my birthday.” “I don’t think so, young lady,” scolded her mother, not taking any crap from her daughter. “You have too been late to school too many times this month. For once, I’d like to see you get there on time. Besides, your ‘friend’ will be here when you get back.”

Ester looked dejected, but her father spoke on her behalf. “Come on, honey,” he pleaded quietly as he took her aside, away from the ears of Ester, Bobby, and Felicia. “Let her tickle torture her for another hour or so. I’ll come down and get her, and I will make sure she gets to school on time, or she won’t even look at Felicia for a week.” After a few minutes of haggling, Claudia reluctantly agreed. Ester was elated, and agreed to the terms as well. Felicia fell into a seemingly bottomless pit of despair. MORE tickle torture awaited her that night, and it would surely be on her feet, of all places.

“Your father will be down soon to get you, so put your time to good use, alright sweetheart? When he says it’s time to come up, that means it’s time to come up,” instructed Claudia, turning towards the door. “Bobby, get off her and come upstairs.” Bobby tried to moan and complain to be able to stay down there with the girl he had a crush on as well, but since it wasn’t his birthday he was out of luck. Before getting off of her, he leaned over and gave her a long, disgusting kiss on her mouth. She wasn’t even prepared for it. Her eyes went wide and she cried out as she tried to pull away. It was disgusting, this kid actually KISSING her. His tongue slid in and out of her mouth, making her gag. After over a minute, he pulled away and she struggled for air. As he got off her, he whispered in her ear, “I love you.” Felicia thought she was going to be sick.

Ester stared angrily at her brother as he walked out with his parents, the door locking behind them. How could he possibly “love”, or even just be interested in, someone who made her life a living hell? It was as if her family was turning against her now. A sudden realization slammed into Ester’s face, a realization which happened to be completely and utterly untrue. And that was that Felicia had, after turning the whole school against her, turned her own family against her. Turning slowly towards her captive, she muttered in a very menacing tone, “You’re going to pay for that.”

Felicia looked at her with a confused look on her face. Pay for what? She felt a rush of fear come over her as Ester circled the table in a manner that said that she didn’t want to be friends. “Now you’re turning my FAMILY against me? Bobby’s my brother, my family. He’s supposed to be on MY side, not the side of some bitch who made my life miserable since the very first semester.” She stopped walking for one moment to fix Felicia’s miniskirt so that it covered her panties again. “I don’t care how much he’s attracted to you, family comes first.” She slammed her hand down on the table right next to Felicia’s hip, making her jump in terror. The pretty girl’s face contorted in horror as the uglier girl leaned over so they were eyelevel. Felicia could smell Ester’s breath, and it smelled bad. “I will never forgive you. You took that uniform from me, you took all the friends that were supposed to be mine away from me, all the boys I like away from me, everything. I should have been the cheerleader, not you! But you’re wearing that uniform, and why? Because of your perfect blonde hair, and your perfect blue eyes, and your perfect slender waist.” The dom-in-training chuckled as she straightened herself. “Bet you wish you weren’t wearing that uniform now, right?” she added, looking at the girl strapped to the table wearing the revealing uniform she wanted so badly.

Felicia could not believe how delusional this girl was. She NEVER did anything to anyone or took anything from anyone ever. She was always kind and friendly and treated everyone the way she wanted to be treated. She didn’t steal anyone’s boyfriends, guys asked her out on dates all the time. Sometimes she said yes and sometimes she said no. And she remembered cheerleader tryouts. She was good, really good. She had a natural talent for it and her sunny personality fit better than her uniform. Ester, on the other hand, looked horrible and out of place in a cheerleader’s uniform, and did not have the talent or stamina needed to be a cheerleader. She was out of shape, and although she wasn’t as depressed as she is now, she didn’t have the sweetness befitting of a cheerleader.

“Ester, sweetie, please, listen,” she tried to reason with her torturer. “Please, you’ve got to understand that I didn’t do anything to you. And I never tried to alienate you or anything. I would have been happy to be your friend. And I wish we could have both been on the squad, but you’ve got to understand that that’s not up to me. Every person was judged impartially, and they believed that I had the talent to be on the squad. Didn’t you tryout again? They have tryouts every semester, I’m sure you would have been able to make the squad on the second try. And I would have been glad to have helped you in any way I could. Come on, Ester, you KNOW that.” Ester turned her back, blood rushing to her pale white face. “You know all the things you say are not true. You know I didn’t keep you from finding a boyfriend. You might not think so, but I think you could have gotten any guy you want.” Unfortunately, Felicia was lying at that part. She knew most guys only paid attention to girls who looked pretty, not the ones who had any sort of personality. Ester could have been the most wonderful, kind, and interesting girl on the planet and not one guy would have noticed her. The cheerleader, for her own sake, omitted that little detail. “Ester please, baby, let me go. You know torturing me won’t do any good. It won’t solve anything. Please, baby, let me go.” A tear rolled down her cheek as she spoke, her voice quivering. Ester’s back was turned, but a tear rolled down her cheek as well.

Suddenly, the delusional teen spun around furiously. “LIAR!” she cried. “You’re just lying so that I won’t tickle your feet, and so you can get away with everything you stole from me! Well it won’t work, you fucking slut! It won’t work! And when he comes down here, I’m telling Daddy everything you said.” Felicia closed her eyes, realizing that none of them will listen to reason. There truly was nothing she could do except hang in there and take what they dish out, which she couldn’t do no matter how much she tried. And now, in trying to make Ester understand that she never really did anything to her, she had made things worse. Much, much worse. Ester strode over to Felicia’s tiny bare feet, reaching towards them with her hands. Felicia winced, shutting her eyes, clenching her fists, and scrunching her toes. “Oh and one more thing. That’s “Mistress” Ester to you.” With that, the tickling commenced.

Frantic laughter echoed throughout the torture chamber. 5 fingernails tickled the bottom of each of Felicia’s size 5 feet. The focus of the attacks were totally random. One second, her soles were being tickled, the next her toes, and the next her arches were tickled. And what was happening on one foot usually wasn’t happening on another. Ester kept Felicia guessing at all times, and not knowing where she was going to be tortured next made an agonizing experience all the more agonizing. Luckily, the maddening torment stopped after only 2 minutes. Ester had other plans. That still left Felicia out of breath and dizzy. She couldn’t even handle 2 minutes, so one could only wonder what she had been doing for the last 5 hours when her feet and many other places were getting tickled.

“Hey, you know a fun little nursery rhyme that I haven’t heard in a while?” wondered Ester aloud, already knowing the answer to her own question. “This Little Piggy”.

“No, please!” cried Felicia, her eyes as wide as saucers. Her parents had tried to play the game once or twice with her when she was little, but when she was left in tears by the end, they realized she was too ticklish for it. She was now 18 years old, legally an adult, but some things never change.

“Please? Please what? ‘Please tickle my feet’?” mocked Ester, a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth. “Don’t mind if I do.” She reached for Felicia’s left pinkie toe. Felicia tightened her lips together in an attempt to laugh, to overcome and beat the dreaded tickling.

Ester’s thumb, index, and middle fingers closed around her little toe. “This little piggy went to market…” she began. Felicia’s plan failed from the first moment. She threw back her head and laughed. “NO, NOT THE PIGGIEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-EES!!!! N-N-NO! ESTER! ESTEEEEER!!!!” Her mind was in too much shock to wiggle her feet out of the way or even bend her toes. As a matter of fact, her feet instinctively flexed backwards, hoping to escape that way. “This little piggy stayed home…” recited the wannabe cheerleader as she wiggled the actual cheerleader’s next toe. Felicia arched her back, lifted her buttocks into the air, and let out a piercing scream. The middle toe was next. “This little piggy had roast beef…” recited Ester has the little girl she was torturing had a fit. She violently shook and struggled, though she was strapped down and stretched out in such a way that she hardly moved at all. “This little piggy had none…” Felicia lapsed again into silent laughter, her body going limp except of the rapid quivering of her chest and diaphragm. Ester put her nails on her big toe, which caused Felicia to stiffen in horror and anticipation. “And this little piggy went…” “No,” pleaded Felicia, her voice a nervous whisper. Suddenly, all 10 fingernails rapidly tickled every part of Felicia’s left foot. “Wee wee wee all the way home,” Ester ended the nursery rhyme. Felicia didn’t even hear it, her mind went blank for a second. She didn’t laugh, she just arched her back, clenched her fist, and took an instinctive deep breath. A look of mortal terror was frozen on her face and her body shook in terror. Her blue eyes stared up at the ceiling as if waiting for it to come down on her.

Ester shifted over to her other foot. “Not done yet,” she said. Felicia whimpered, slowly clenching her toes. “Uh-uh. I don’t think so,” remarked the young mistress, running one nail against the sole of her sub’s bare foot. This resulted in a high-pitched feminine shriek, and the prompt unclenching of a pair of bare size 5 feet. Slowly and meticulously, in order to drag out the torture of both her toes and her mind, Ester repeated the nursery rhyme again on Felicia’s right foot, sending the blonde haired teenager into hysterics. After two recitals of This Little Piggy, Ester grabbed both pinkie toes and began the rhyme a third time. “No, please, Ester, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Felicia as the horrible torment of her ticklish toes was repeated and doubled. By the time some fictional piggy went “wee wee wee” all the way home while five fingernails scratched the bottom of each foot, Felicia was gasping for air. Her chest heaved and her body was dripping with sweat (very erotic, actually). Beads of sweat ran down the sides of her bare chest, and more formed all over her stomach, running into her belly button.

“Please…please, Es—Mistress Ester, please, no…no more. P-Please no more,” she begged, totally exhausted. Her lungs were killing her and the tickling was just now reaching the 5 minute mark. She wondered how someone could be this cruel to other human beings. Didn’t they understand that she couldn’t take this anymore? Didn’t they understand how much she was suffering?

An intense tickling sensation on both her heels snapped her out of her morbid thoughts. Ester was violently tickling both of Felicia’s naked heels, and that sent the innocent teen squealing like a pig. She tried to beg for mercy, but some sounds came out not recognizable as English. After a couple minutes, the balls of her feet became the focus of the next tickle attack. The young cheerleader shook her head violently back and forth, the occasional squeal, shriek, or incomplete plea for mercy breaking through waves of silent laughter. Ester began tickling her left sole, flicking her index finger across the underside of her right set of toes. Felicia’s mouth was stuck in an open position while short, almost painful-sounding moans and gasps escaped her lips at random intervals.

Ester held Felicia’s toes apart, running a fingernail between them. This sent the poor ticklee into a frenzy, and she repeatedly slammed her butt against the table yelling, “No more! Please, no more!” Unfortunately, she did not get the mercy she asked for. Felicia’s heart nearly pounded right out of her chest. She began to have trouble breathing as it is hard to take in air when you are laughing. She mouthed the word “stop” as Ester began tickling her ankles, a part of the body Felicia wouldn’t have even thought was ticklish. The tops of her ankles, right below the shin, were particularly sensitive and sent deeper into ticklish anguish. The room was full of hysterical laughter, though not all of it was audible. Her lungs ached the entire time, but now they were seriously beginning to burn. That feeling alone was agonizing, but it was nothing compared to the light tingling sensations her bare soles were now getting. Long fingernails scratched her soles before skittering up and down her arches, moving towards the tops of her foot before suddenly focusing of the balls of her feet and the insteps. The ankles, heels, and toes also shared this horrible fate. Eventually, after 15 minutes, Ester focused her attack on one foot at a time, switching back and forth randomly to keep her prey guessing. 10 fingers quicking spider-tickled the soles of one foot before suddenly holding back the toes and tickling to balls of the other. The cheerleader could not even fight back anymore, she had gone limp. Her feet wiggled only slightly, and not at all when Ester held them in place. Her face looked as if she were wandering the desert with no food or water. Her body quivered slightly. She shook her head as Ester began to target each toe individually for a half minute each. Each half minute seemed like an eternity to Felicia. She tried to think of things like shopping, cheerleading, her perfume, and stuffed animals, but it was hopeless. She became certain that she was going to be tickled to death. “No, Ester, stop,” she whispered, not wanting to die.

Round after round of This Little Piggy was played. Ester traced torturous circles on the balls of her feet before tickling her soles. The tops and bottoms of her feet were thoroughly worked over, as were her sensitive ankles. And no matter how horrible and unbearable it was, there was nothing she could do to stop the torture.

Her hypersensitive feet were tickle tortured for the remainder of the hour until the door opened. Robert was down there telling Ester to come upstairs and get ready for bed. It was now roughly 2 in the morning. Felicia, as she laid there gasping frantically for air, could not believe she survived (not really endured or withstood, just survived) 6 hours of tickle torture. It was the most horrible day of her young life. As she began to slip into unconsciousness, Ester was telling her dad “You won’t believe what she told me.”

About a minute later, after the lights were turned off and the door was locked, the dungeon door clicked open and then BURST open, startling Felicia awake. Robert stormed into the room furiously, not even bothering to turn on the light. Ester watched from the doorway in awe as her father began roughly and intensely tickling Felicia’s feet.

Felicia was still yet to recover from her last assault and laid there as the rough hands tickled her soles with reckless abandon. Her chest heaved and she began to hyperventilate. She worked up the energy to scream, “Stop! Please!” But that was it for her.

After five straight minutes of tickling, Robert…continued tickling. But he began to yell at her too. “You little slut! How dare you lie to my daughter like that! She’s better than you in every way, you goddamned little cunt! There is no way a scrawny little good-for-nothing shit like you could be a better cheerleader than my little girl! And how dare you blame MY daughter for all the things you did to her! She didn’t make you steal away all her friends and all the boys she wanted, you up and did that on your own! This is your punishment, and you are going to SUFFER until we are done with you! And I truly mean SUFFER. You will pray for death, and you will yearn for the slightest hint of freedom. You, your mind, and your body now belong to US! You rotten little cunt, you sorry excuse for a human being, you will take back all the lies you’ve told my daughter and apologize for everything! NOW!!!!”

It was a full 3 minutes and 22 seconds (though no one truly knows the exact time except the omniscient author) before Felicia could muster a response. During that time, the yelling and the tickling had intensified greatly, and Robert had even threatened her with rape. Right in front of his daughter, too (great parenting skills). “I-I-I’M……….” “You’re WHAT!?” “I-I’M S-S-S-SO-O-O-O-O-O-O-ORYYYYY-HEEHEEHEEHEE, M-MISTRESS, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, MISTRESS ESTER!!!!!!!!”

“You’ll be forgiven once your punishment is complete,” replied Ester. “Though who knows how long that will be?”

“That’s better now,” said Robert, though he continued to tickle Felicia’s feet for almost 7 more minutes. When he stopped, Felicia was so exhausted she lapsed right into unconsciousness. Just before she blacked out, she heard Ester say, “I love you, Daddy.” With that she finally realized that these people DID understand how much she was suffering, and they relished in it. She couldn’t believe how naïve she was, and she now understood that there truly was no hope for her. All this went through her mind in a split second as she passed out.