Edwina’s agony

You were helpless--spread-eagled nude on the bed, with the three young ladies surrounding her. You knew their names, somehow Priscilla was on your right, Camilla on the left, and Constance--merciless Constance--was at you feet. And you suddenly knew. "No! Ladies, please, I beg of you all--"

"Edwina," Constance said sweetly, "We aren't going to hurt you. Not in The least. You are very, very dear to us. It's only that we must preserve our virtue." "Yes!" Priscilla agreed. "After all; three young, helpless girls against a tall, Sapphic lady-- why you could do anything to us, couldn't you? Just anything at all, and we'd be utterly helpless!" she giggled, spoiling the effect. "We only felt that we should do something. To protect you, you know. From temptation."

"And now that we have," Constance continued "dear Camilla can have her mind set at ease, and we may all go back to--why Edwina! You're perspiring! Camilla, dear, do remove those blankets." "No!" she cried. "No, please! I'm fine, truly! I'm fine! If you could just..." But it was too late.. her every protest studiously ignored, Edwina felt The blanket slide slowly down and off. "Oh, my!" chorused Priscilla and Camilla. Constance actually giggled. "Why Miss Harper!" she said, "I never would have suspected. Please forgive us. We would never have dreamt that you sleep...Au Naturale. And what wicked thoughts you must be thinking, based on what appears to be private leaking!" she added, her eyes dancing over her body, stopping to rest midway. You turned red with shame, fearful of what was coming.

"Girls, I think it best if we politely ignore the fact that poor, dear Edwina is quite naked, don't you? she is quite helpless, and I think we need not fear for our safety just yet." you groaned. Priscilla was beside herself, giggling uncontrollably. she leaned back in the small desk chair she'd taken, propping her feet up on The bed. Mere inches from her face, her bare feet wiggled, one toe lightly stroking her ear. Camilla, blushing furiously, was nonetheless looking very pleased indeed. Constance actually looked...well...hungry. "Camilla, dear" she said absently, "what was your question for poor, dear Edwina?" "Oh, yes. Well, Miss--Edwina" she corrected herself, dimpling, "I was thinking about your Mister....Sir......"

"Copernicus!" Priscilla chimed in. "The Copernican Theory. I remember thinking it had something to do with copper." You couldn't think."What game were these three playing?" "Yes." Camilla breathed. "Well, according to Mister Copernicus, The earth circles The sun. Only, it doesn't quite go in a circle? If The sun were, say..." "Here." Constance suggested, laying a finger on your left nipple, which tickled enormously. You jumped at The feather-light touch, your nipple hardening but the girls seemed intent on their question. "Yes! And then The earth would go about it like thisss..." Camillla began circling the nipple with one forefinger, trailing it elliptically up to her neck. You squirmed, trying not to giggle., despite the large grin on your face.

Around went her finger, down under your left arm, making you jump, snorting. The three seeing the cruelty of their scheme, smirked as her finger passed along your ribs, all three girls watching your struggle not to give in to The laughter bubbling up, alarmingly. If you did, all was lost. When her finger reached the side of your stomach, out came a burst of laughter. The finger continued, back up your stomach, along the ribs, and back to your neck. Camilla stopped as you took a few breathes. You felt nearly insane with relief, you braced for The "question" "Now," Camilla said, grinning evilly. If The earth were, say...here." she poked lightly at the side of your stomach. you giggled involuntarily. "...Then The moon goes...around it" you jumped again ! "like....thiss!" she began to circle her finger along your sides, giggling as you bucked and squirmed.

"No! No-ho-ho-ho-ho-ple-hee-hee-heeheeeeese! Pleasesto-ha-ha-ha-ha-hahahahahahap!!" It was infectious. Soon all three girls were laughing, eyes twinkling merrily. "Stop! Stohahahahahahhahhp! pleeheheheeeeese! please hahahahahahaha!"

Eventually, she did. In wide-eyed surprise, she gazed at you, trying not to giggle. "Why Camilla" Constance cooed. "It appears our poor, dear Miss Edwina is very ticklish!" "That isn't all she is!" Priscilla laughed. "Oh, my." Camilla breathed. her soft, slender fingers reached out to lightly stroke her erect clit. The sensation of your tender lady love organ sent flashes across you. "Oh! Oooohhhh!" you moaned; staring to buck and thrash wildly, but you remained helpless as a baby before these three beautiful girls. Priscilla also reached out..."I don't know what we should do now, "Constance said, grinning. "I truly fear for our safety should we release her in this state."

"Constance, please--Oh! Co--aahhh! Camilla, don't DON'T! Ahhhhhhh! PriscillAAAHHHH! Mercy!" you wriggled helplessly under their stroking fingers. Constance, seated at the end of the bed, began to play idly with your tender toes; making you giggle. The stimulation of your vagina combining with the tickling of your toes drove you into a new sensation that drove you further into insanity!

You laughed/gasped at their idle torture, unable to beg for release as the fingers began playing with your mound also. And not quite willing, either. Undaunted, they continued their conversation without you. "Oh, Constance, whatever shall we do?" Priscilla cried, one toe swirling around under her arm. You laughed helplessly, unable to move away from it, the building wetness was almost painful in its leaking intensity as the smell permeate the air. "Perhaps..." Camilla ventured (idly tracing baroque patterns on your ribs) "Yes, dear?" Constance looked up from her examination of your wiggling toes. Her own were now probing along your inner thigh, closing to your tortured vagina. You began to laugh and cry helplessly, wiggling, jerking, and squirmed under their ministrations--all to no avail. "Perhaps," (curlicue, swirl) "if she were very tired..."

"Exhausted!" Priscilla agreed, rooting through The roll top desk. "I think you're right, Camilla" Constance paused to think, one toe poised just below your lips. She wiggled it idly, sending you into fresh convulsions, tears flowing down your face. "Oh, God, please sta-ha-ha-haaaaap!" "Yes," Constance affirmed. "for our own safety, we must not release her until she is quite exhausted!" They all seemed pleased with that. They paused, expectantly; fingers and toes held inches from your helpless, naked body. You managed to gasp for breath. "How" you managed, "how exhausted, must I b-be; my glorious ladies?" you stammered fearfully. "I suppose" Constance giggled, "that we must tickle you into submission!" "No, my ladies, please I will please your lady places all night for mercy!" "YES! As you proved!" they all cried, and fell to it without mercy! Delicate fingers danced along your ribs, wriggled around your belly, and scratched at your feet.

You shrieked before screaming, "Ahhhh--ha-ha-ha-ha--plea-hee-hee-hees-s-s-s-sto-ha-ha-ha-hap!!!!" you bucked, wriggled, and squirmed. But as with your prior lessons the tickling torture went on and on. You felt fingers circling around under your firm arms, swirling over your naked ribs and tummy, wiggling round and round on the soles of your feet! Then they attacked your toes, in between and under. Someone's toes wiggled against your thighs, and someone else's against her ribs. All over her body, the maddening, merciless tickling continued unabated! You tried to beg, to plead for mercy, but all you could only quiver in helpless laughter as the girls tickled every helpless, naked inch of your body. You were surrounded by their giggles, the smell of their perfume.

You writhed under the touch of their hair, their silken gowns, and their ever-present tickling fingers! After an eternity, it seemed, they stopped.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ha-ha-ha. Oh. Oh. Oh, God" you breathed. "Well," said Constance. "I suppose that will do for a start."

Tears flowed openly as you gasped, fearing insanity. Priscilla giggled incessantly, Camilla regarded your helpless form from under long, dark lashes. Constance eyed you like an amused cat, her deep green eyes hypnotic in their intensity. "Constance" you begged, "Constance, please; please no more!" "Why, Edwina," she purred, "I don't believe you've ever called me 'Constance' before. But I suppose the circumstances aren't really that formal, are they?" she grinned. Priscilla trailed one bare toe down the length of your side. "Oh, is she a ticklish little girl? Kitchee kitchee kooo!"

You jumped, before giggling worse. It was like Tickle Strip, except it was even more wearing. How much more could you endure? Why were your exs so determined to do this to you? How long until you gave in? "Constance," Camilla broke into your thoughts "I think she’s rested enough. We do want to tire her." Constance grinned, her cruelest grin. You shivered amongst your giggling. "You're quite right, dear. Priscilla, did you find them?" You prayed that Priscilla didn't find whatever they were looking for. "Oh yes, Constance, they were in The desk, just where you said. I found one for each of us! How shall we divide her up?" In her hand she saw what she'd been after in the rolltop desk--three long, stiff quill feathers. You felt the sweat glistening down your face and back. It was getting too much.

"Only three, dear? Are you sure?" Constance seemed disappointed. You felt only relief about it. ONLY three meant the spell might be weakening. You decide to plead again. "Constance--" "Hush." declared Constance, placing one finger gently to your lips. "Edwina (http://www.womenshealthmag.com/sites/wom...) , if you make one more sound, say one more word, we shall stay here all night, and we shall tickle you the entire night. We shall tickle your feet, tickle your ribs, tickle your neck, your tummy, and under your arms. And then..." she glanced at Camilla and Priscilla, then leaned very close, breathing softly in your ear, "And then, I shall send Priscilla and Camilla away, and I will tickle your pussy until juices explode like a fountain. Then I will find something to enter you with." You lay there, very quietly, terrified of that possibility.

"What did you tell her?" Camilla asked. "Something to keep her from begging for mercy." replied Constance. "Constance!" Priscilla said, "I like hearing her beg for mercy." "I do too." Camilla added. You were beyond scared at that. "Why was this happening?" you wondered again. Constance shrugged, smiling. "I like watching her struggle not to." Still giggling, they each took a feather. Helpless, all you could only watch as they gathered around you; Camilla to the left, Priscilla to the right, and Constance again at your soft feet. You bit back a whimper. You really didn't want to be penetrated, hence this torture.

They began slowly. At first it was only Priscilla and Camilla, feathers slowly gliding up and down your sides. You squirmed terribly, stifling the unwanted giggles that threatened to burst from your mouth. The feathers soon ventured down your arms, under them, along your ribs, and towards your very ticklish stomach. Then Constance began, twirling her feather along The soles of your tender feet. t felt like it was adding to all the torment of before, the Strip, the Road, the Flapper Party and the Forest. Was the spell cumulative? "MMh! MMh Hmm!" They kept it up, feathers trailing slowly along your body and feet, just slowly enough that you were able to avoid giving into the laughing fit that threatened to overwhelm you.

Constance watched intently, waiting for the slightest sound. You knew she'd meant every word. You clamped down on your eyes, hoping to block out the whispers of touch. You felt a warm breath on your neck. Risking a glimpse, you looked up into the deep blue eyes of Camilla. They sparkled brightly in the lamplight. she leaned nearer, and again you saw deep down into her nightdress. Then she began to whisper. "Tickle, tickle tickle. Kootchee kootchee kooo." The feathers continued their slow, even strokes, but the added distraction seemed magnify The sensation. Worse, Camilla's hair and breath were tickling your neck, and her nearness was intoxicating. "Kitchee kitchee koooo. Who's a ticklish girl? Who's a helpless, naked, ticklish baby girl?" she giggled, and you almost died of the effort of not laughing.

"Do you think she would be a fine wife for father, our dear Edwina, my dears?" asked Constance. The image of that boy as the father of the girls popped into mind. You could see that this was part of the endgame. You were weakening, and they all knew it. You desperately wanted to be free of this agony, the thought of something inside you. It would surely burn and rip you in half. Then you felt a warmth and a whisper of breath from the other side. Priscilla was joining the new game. "What a ticklish baby girl! Is she ticklish? Is she? Our soon to be new Mummy?" her feather jerked as Priscilla lost the rhythm, bringing new agony. You jerked, too; as the quill skittered along her inner thigh, closing to your dripping, lady organ. The juices began staining the feather. Just then, Constance began to tickle between her toes. And the damn burst as you feared it would. "Ahh! No! Nohopleaheeheeheeheeeese! Stohahahap! Stop! I ca--I ca-can't sta-ha-ha-ha-hand it!"

At once, they began in earnest. Again, they tickled your entire body--feet, ribs, stomach--everywhere! You could feel your wetness dripping terribly across the bed, feathers then something--toe, finger, or tongue; she never knew--slid up and down inside her hot, throbbing vagina! Wriggling, bucking, helplessly laughing; you felt the pressure build. You were so desperate, it felt so nice. You could feel your core volcanise as if building with Magma. You were certain that you would climax, feeling the squirting build. But The tongue(?) withdrew, and all that remaining were the tickling fingers. At last, they stopped. "Ha-ha-ha-oh-go-ha-ha-ha-had, plea-he-he-heese sto-hap! Oh, stop. Please. Please. Please. Please."

"Do you think she’s tired enough?" Camilla grinned. Constance looked down at her, helpless and naked before her; drenched in sweat, and still giggling."Edwina. You were not very quiet." "Oh, Constance" Priscilla enthused. "What are you going to do to her?"

You trembled before looking up at her, not sure what you hoped for. She looked, as ever, amused. "Nothing, I should think." "Oh." The other two sighed. They were very disappointed. "Thank God." you breathed, disappointed about the lack of orgasm though. "Nothing, till after we've bathed her." You forced yourself to be calm. Camilla nodded, while Priscilla gushed. "Oh my, yes!" Certainly, The poor dear's been perspiring just a bit. We truly, truly should!" You gasped, panting, and indeed drenched with sweat. Unable to speak, you were silently, grateful for the blessed reprieve from their fiendish tickling. But you knew that a pounding was coming, you hadn't forgot Constance' threat. You lay breathing, still feeling those merciless fingers probing every inch of your helpless, naked, and oh-so-ticklish body.

You struggled feebly, surreptitiously (you prayed) against the bonds which secured your wrists. If there ever had been any hope of escaping them, it was now long gone. The knots--deftly tied--had been pulled even tighter by your frantic struggles; and if they had not broken them then, then there was no chance to do so now. How much longer could you resist? And when would this spell break you utterly? The threat of the sex act with that boy seemed very real. But after these three demons had finished you off.

The young ladies, meanwhile, were busily engaged. Water had been poured from the wash stand pitcher into the basin, and more into the brass tea- kettle, now hanging ominously over The fire. As it hung there, it seemed to giggle and hiss, fingers of flame reaching up to tickle it's belly. You suppressed the image of yourself, tied naked to the rafters by your hands and feet, breast heaving, fingers reaching up...

You forced yourself not to wince, turning your face from the kettle, now helplessly spouting great guffaws of steam. On the other side of the bed, preparations were underway for your latest indignity. Priscilla was not to be seen, but behind you, you heard the sharp "clank" of The poker being lifted from its place--As though to lift a kettle from The fire! Before you stood Camilla and Constance, conspiring together in half-heard whispers. Camilla held soap, and some soft washing cloths; Constance (oh, god!) a stiff-bristled scrub-brush. "I believe we are ready." she said.

"C-Constance--" you whimpered, but ended with a gasp as she lay one finger across your lips. Five others from her remaining hand were pressed against your sopping wet vagina, The littlest one gently tickling your lips.

"Edwina, dear" she purred, "you needn't thank us." "Oh, indeed not!" Priscilla chimed in, coming to stand beside her sister. "It's our pleasure, Edwina--truly it is! You poor woman, so utterly helpless, and absolutely soaked in--well, you know. And I feel it may be in part our fault..." she went on, pouring steaming water into The basin. "Arousing--I mean--um--well, bringing out, as it were, your terrible, sapphic, lustful, almost masculine...hungers." taking a cloth and soap from Camilla "Although, I suppose if we could only trust you to control yourself, why, we could just.. .release you, couldn't we?"

"But" Constance broke in, before you could thank her "She cannot help herself, dear. "Why," she said, finally removing her hand, dripping in lady essence. "Just look how she still is victim to such sinful, immoral, wicked thoughts." "Oh, it's so very, very wicked." Camilla breathed. "We must save her from herself, mustn't we, Constance?" Priscilla said, every inch The martyr, working a really good lather into her washcloth. "I'm sorry!" you squealed. "Of course we must." said Constance, ignoring your squeals. "I cannot help but feel" she said with an almost perfectly straight face, "That her terrible, Sapphic, predicament is in part our own doing." You couldn't help moaning as fingers stroked your labia. "Well," she said. "are we ready?"

The water was warm and sudsy, and you began to relax despite yourself as three pairs of hands began to slide sensuously along your sensitive, female body, spreading the suds all over you. You sighed contentedly, free for The moment from The merciless tickling; and felt their warm, soft fingers gently stroking across your large chest, up your arms, and down your legs. Constance even dabbed between your legs.

The young ladies, meanwhile, were busily engaged. Water had been poured from the wash stand pitcher into the basin. Then more went into the brass tea- kettle, now hanging ominously over the fire. It made you flinch as it hung there, it seemed to giggle and hiss, fingers of flame reaching up to tickle it's belly. You focused on suppressing the image of yourself in the Edwina-Karli Kloss body, tied naked to the rafters by her hands and feet. Your breasts heaving as you puffed, 30 evil fingers reaching up...

You turned your face from The kettle, now helplessly spouting great guffaws of steam. How much more tickle imagery remained? How long could you hold out against the army of ex-girlfriends. On the other side of the bed, preparations were underway for your latest indignity. "Should I offer to lick their cootches? A good pussy licking might work. Except it might piss them off more!" Priscilla was not to be seen, but behind you the sharp "clank" of The poker being lifted from its place--As though to lift a kettle from the fire! Before you stood Camilla and Constance, conspiring together in half-heard whispers. Camilla held soap, and some soft washing cloths; Constance (oh, god!) a stiff-bristled scrub-brush. "Constance is the hottest one, maybe I should offer her a clit-suck, in exchange for mercy?"

"I believe we are ready." Constance began. "Constance--" you tried, but ended with a gasp as she lay one finger across your face lips. You were tempted to try sucking it, but five other fingers were pressed against your sopping, wet vagina, The littlest one gently tickling your clit."Edwina, dear" she purred, "you needn't thank us." "Oh, indeed not!" Priscilla chimed in, coming to stand beside her sister. "It's our pleasure, Edwina--truly it is! You poor woman, so utterly helpless, and absolutely soaked in--well, you know. And I feel it may be in part our fault..." she went on, pouring steaming water into The basin. "Arousing--I mean--um--well, bringing out, as it were, your terrible, almost masculine, sapphic...hungers." taking a cloth and soap from Camilla "Although, I suppose if we could only trust you to control yourself, why, we could just.. .release you, couldn't we?" You prayed release meant orgasm as Constance gave your nub a quick scratch with her pinky.

"But" Constance broke in, "She cannot help herself, dear. "Why," she said, finally removing her hand, dripping in lady essence. "Just look how she still is victim to such sinful, immoral, wicked thoughts." "Oh, it's so very, very wicked." Camilla breathed.

"We must save her from herself, mustn't we, Constance?" Priscilla said, every inch The martyr, working a really good lather into her washcloth.

"Of course we must." said Constance. "I cannot help but feel" she said with an almost perfectly straight face, "That her terrible, Sapphic, predicament is in part our own doing." "I'm so sorry, wonderful Constance!" Constance paused before smirking. "Well," she said. "are we ready?" You tried to be calm about what was coming, but you couldn't.

The water was warm and sudsy, and you began to relax despite yourself as three pairs of hands began to slide sensuously along her body, spreading The suds all over. Your engorged nipples were massaged as was the rest of your D Cup sized breasts. Had you been able to think you would have noticed that they were growing bigger and rounder. Instead you sighed contentedly, free for the moment from the merciless tickling; and felt their warm, soft fingers gently stroking across her large chest, up her arms, and down her legs. "Ooohhhhhhhhh." she began to moan, as The warm water and soft caresses soothed away The jangling of her tortured nerves especially with a quick, rub of your red clit, puffy out from its hood, imploring for attention.

The clean soapy smell mixing erotically with the perfumed nearness of the girls all around you. They continued in silence (even Priscilla)--gently stroking, kneading, soft cloths and fingers now passing over every sensitive inch of you. Your eyes closed in rapture instead of terror. THis meant that you didn't see whose hand held the soapy fabric that entered your quivering genitalia, trailing down between your thighs and legs, and up, and back around again. And around. And around. "Ohhhhhhh! I lo....OHHHH!" Words failed you as you got closer to your long kneaded explosion. Other hands busied themselves with your hair, stroking, smoothing, playing with it, bringing forth more contented sighs. You wondered to yourself; where was The third pair of hands? A quick glimpse became a prolonged stare into deep, deep blue eyes. Camilla was at your head, twirling one stray lock of your hair around one slender finger. By her side was Priscilla, still wringing groans of pleasure from you with her soft cloth and softer hands.

That left the uber-sexy Constance! There she was, beside Priscilla, at your feet. You felt terror rising as you spied in her hand was the scrub brush. You quivered, waiting for what was to come. "Oh, Edwina" she teased, "why one would almost think you were frightened, you look so.. . apprehensive" With one forefinger she traced a line very slowly up the bottom of one helpless foot. You couldn't help but snicker, as her finger began to move sideways, with excruciating slowness, along the bottoms of your toes. Your snickering soon got worse as you saw her other hand held The brush. Suddenly, every nerve in your body seemed inhumanly ticklish--your neck muscles quivered at the soft teasing of Camilla's fingers, and Priscilla's attentions were almost unbearable--The more so for their increasing eroticism. you began to giggle.

"Edwina," Camilla whispered. You looked up into her deep blue eyes. "Kitchee kitchee coo." You giggled again, trying in vain to curl up into a ball. "Kitchee kitchee coo." she said again, delighting in your helpless reaction.

Priscilla was elated. "Oh, Camilla! Do it again! Do!" She stopped her stroking of your now-molten vagina, burning close and button twitching, watching you in fascination of your reaction. Constance also watched, one hand poised a mere inch from the soles of your feet. Camilla blushed prettily. She leaned closer to her, affording you an incredible view down the front of her nightgown as she put her lips to your ear. "Kitchee kitchee coo. Tickle, tickle, tickle. What a ticklish girl! A gitchee gitchee gooooo!" You were laughing helplessly now, The mere words seeming to slide along your shivering ribs, her voice vibrating along her nerves.

"Ca-ha! Camillah-ha-ha! Ple-hee-hee-heeeese no-ho-hooooo tah-haaaap! Plee-hee-hee-hee-heee-heeeeees!" Constance and Priscilla watched, enraptured. You knew they'd never forget this weakness! What if this was your punishment, to stay in this wretched place? If only you could convince Constance that you cared for her? "Wait, what?" you thought, feeling even more helpless now, more entirely at their mercy. "Don't let me have a crush on Constance now!" Camilla stood, smiling. "Well," Constance remarked. Perhaps our lessons shall be a bit more interesting now, shan't they?" she was looking at you as you had only once before seen a cat look at a very little bird. You felt like that bird. "Well, dears, do you suppose she’s had enough?" "Yes, please, thank you, Constance, my love!" you declared. You felt a brief glimmer of hope, that was quickly drowned out by Camilla and Priscilla's stricken looks. They clearly still wished to play. "Constance, my love? That's no way for a lady to address another!" gleefully expressed Constance.

"Oh, perhaps she says this Constance; as we haven't yet finished her bath." Priscilla wailed. "Why how dreadfully forgetful of me! You are right, of course, Priscilla dear! We must dry her, at The very least. Camilla, dear, are there any towels?" Camilla looked around The little room in surprise. "Why Constance, there isn't a single towel in sight!" Priscilla said nothing, being busy throwing an entire stack of clean towels quickly under the bed."Whatever shall we do, Constance? The poor dear will catch her death now, truly she will! Is there no other way to dry The poor thing?" she looked perfectly stricken, and Constance feigned her very best consternation. You bit back a whimper.

"Constance," Camilla ventured, "we could do--you know. Like--like cats?" Edwina stared. You gasped, praying internally she wasn't thinking...

"Why Camilla, how could you suggest such a thing?" Your heart resumed beating. "No," Constance continued "we shall merely have to cover her up, and hope for The best. Surely she shan't be too cold." she reached for The long- forgotten blanket at The foot of The bed. You let out a long,shuddering breath of relief.... "Oh, Dear! Why Edwina, you are shivering!" Constance cried with (apparent) glee. "It seems we have no choice..." Dropping The blanket, she quickly directed Priscilla to your head, Camilla to your feet. your midsection she reserved for herself.

"Oh, no. Constance Darling, no!" you pleaded with all of your remaining strength. "No, please! Ladie--hee--hee-he-he-he-heeeese--help! he-he-he-he-he-heeeelpstopstah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!" you writhed helplessly as the three of them began licking your ribs, feet, and inner thighs. Soft, warm tongues explored every inch of you, flicking and teasing your most helplessly ticklish spots. Your breasts were so puffed out, Priscilla could have been in danger of bruising. Priscilla began at your ribs as if aware of the stiff nipples and large breasts, tongue flickering up along your side and under your arm. Then she moved to the nape of your neck, licking, kissing, and nibbling both it and your collarbone. Camilla swirled her tongue around and around on the arches of your soft, tender feet, then slipped it delicately between each of your wiggling toes. Constance's tongue glided in long sweeps up your inner thighs, around and around your lips, and up and down her deeply swollen clit and vagina lips.

Moans joined the giggling, shrieking, and squirming, but it was all to no avail. The tickling was keeping your blue lips which had such a build up from letting loose. You once made a woman gush with juices. It seemed like that you would be another gusher, or you would at least in your Edwina Kloss body. Soon they were licking, sucking, and gently biting you all over, and Constance's sweet lips had frenched and teased your stimulated vagina, tongue delicately tickling all the while. Why wouldn't Constance just finish you off? A few grunt added to the howls you were making as the pillow they stuffed under you kept you from the delights of oblivion. Camilla sucked and nibbled your toes increasing your entreaties for mercy, gasping for breath as Priscilla captured an ear.

"Kitchee kitchee coo!" she whispered, then moved on to your velvety, red lips. She kissed you passionately as you helplessly writhed and giggled all The while. For a long moment you returned the kiss, before Priscilla remembered herself and busied her fingers along your sides. Camilla and Constance followed suit, Constance attacking your tummy, Camilla the soles of your feet. The sensation was finally reaching a crescendo. The laughter gave ways to moans as you began to buck, The sensation in your groin becoming more and more intense as it felt like the magma would soon squirt from your overtaxed vulva, The intensity of your inevitable organ had the twin effect of increasing your sensitivity to the ordeal of tickling. You were finally about to squirt, when Constance released her vagina, making you cry.

"Wait." she said. Immediately (well, almost) Priscilla and Camilla stopped. "I think dear Edwina is nearly ready to...exhaust herself. Perhaps we should try something new?" You whined, gasping in great gulps of air, then gasped again as Constance began to remove her nightgown...You licked your lips before shaking your head. "Don't panic! Who's panicking? She wouldn't dare--not really. Would she?" You weren't sure what this would mean, did she want some pleasure of her own? What should you do if she did?--You were unsure whether to stop her, encourage her, or beg her to move more slowly? You barely noticed Priscilla and Camilla to your right and left, fascinated with your every reaction--particularly the most apparent places, your leaking womanhood who treacherously released a little more and your nipples like flags across the massive mountains that were your breasts.

Your eyes were locked on Constance, her deep green eyes drawing your attention as a moth to the flame; then to the slender hands at her bosom, The shapely neck that arched seductively as she ever-so-slowly shrugged away the gauzy cloth, revealing her perfect breasts and large, honey-colored nipples. harder, ever harder came The dripping of your swollen organ, as the gossamer fabric caressed her slender waist, falling away to reveal the darkness of the shadowed thatch between her legs. For a long, endless moment, you felt as though her essence engulfed you, sweeping through her eyes into yours--burning itself into your mind before rushing off like a flood into every fibre of your body, of your soul. Then your gaze returned to the emerald fire of her eyes.

The sultry half-pout of her lips; and then again those eyes, burning bright in The tawny frame of her hair. Constance watched a bead of perspiration roll timidly down your neck, around your breast and down your side. Over your hip,then, to bury itself in The hair of your--oh! Your every sense seemed hyper-acute. Camilla caught and held you like a drowning woman to the scent of her; in which ,paradoxically, you drowned. You saw a drop of sweat that rolled along her own body, knowing somehow that it moved at her direction, burying itself in the same location yours had.

"Am I beautiful, Edwina?" she asked. "Yes, more than any woman I have ever seen, Constance, my beloved." you breathed, enraptured by the sight. It was as if, you had never seen a woman naked before other than herself (impossible as this was the reason you were in this distant past lesbian, gothic torture story), and you were nearly overcome by a feeling of...awe. And wonder. And fear.

"You've been a very good girl tonight, Edwina!" "Marry me, Constance, my soul mate!"

Camilla giggled at your comment, and Priscilla took breath for a comment that was never to be uttered. At a glance from Constance, both subsided into immediate, total silence. But you never noticed as your entire world had distilled and divided itself into a pair of bright green eyes. "Green like a cat's, when they see a mouse." you thought "or a pitcher of--of cream." "Then tell me something, sweet, beloved Edwina!" "Anything!" you replied, everything about her, you wanted to please. "Do you like to be tickled, Edwina?" she asked, casually toying with one toe, fingers poised at the sensitive instep below it. Slowly, deliberately she ran one finger up and down your foot "I...I" you tried, but could only giggle helplessly. The fiendish tickling had nearly driven you insane, with desire as well as with helplessness. You had ceased to think of escape, and only wondered how much longer this night would last until you climaxed with Constance. And whether this night would outlast yourself. You felt unable to bear another moment of being so helplessly tickled.

Oh dear," she purred, "poor, poor baby. Have we befuddled you? After all, it is Father who you should marry not I! Priscilla, dear, do you think she enjoys our tickling?" "Oh, I think so, Constance." you heard the voice as though from far away. You were still rapt with fascination for Constance's glorious nakedness as well as disappointment over her apparent refusal. You sadly heard no word at all of "In fact, I think she’s especially fond of being tickled right...here" until one delicate toe poked and wiggled into your side.

"Oh! Please!! NO! No--ho--hoo-hoo-sta-ha-ha-ha-haaap! Pleeeasse!" you wiggled helplessly as Priscilla's dainty foot explored your ticklish midsection, wriggling into your tummy and navel, then travelling on to burrow into the sensitive space between her lips and thigh. Your large breasts swayed from your desperate attempt at escape. "Mercy! Mercee-hee-hee-hee-stop-pleeeasse!!" Your helpless giggling grew to a surprised whoop and moan as Priscilla's toe stroked upward along the length of your open, dripping lips. You felt as though you might burst as it delved into your folds, but sadly then the demon foot was gone, nestled snugly up under its mistress. You stared guiltily as Constance eyed hungrily the sticky liquid which slid down your drenched, bare organ.

"Constance" you begged "Constance please--no more! J-Just p-please please me as I w-will all of you, please?" "Did I truly ask that? you wondered.

Camilla's eyes were saucer-wide. Both she and Priscilla seemed as enthralled by your heaving, naked body as you were by Constance's. All of you perspired as you stifled a gasp very unsuccessffully as Constance leaned forward, hands braced on the bed, breasts hanging gloriously free as her eyes came closer...closer, burning brighter...brighter.

"Edwina" she breathed, "Priscilla thinks that you like to be tickled--right...here..." as she spoke she drew her long nails along your side, across your quivering stomach, and down to burrow into that same space--The oh-so-sensitive place between her lips and thigh. Your response was obvious and loud! "Ah!..Ah!..Ah!..Const-Aaaance! Opleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!" you nearly screamed, so horrible was The tickling--and more!

She stopped, eyes wide with incredibly well- feigned innocence. "Please what?" she asked. "I....need you...."

You stared at those wide green eyes, The long--so long!--auburn hair; almost, but not quite touching and brushing your near-bursting vagina, covering the tips with dripping liquid. She beamed, seeing she saw the direction of your gaze, you lowered your head back on the pillow. So did she the slightest bit, so that her long hair brushed delicately along your wide, open lips.

You moaned, nearly terrified at the thought of her long fingers repeating the action of her long, silky hair. You steeled herself to burst at the tickly touch of her fingers along your deeply, swollen cunt. To your shocked delight, Constance used her tongue to penetrate her. "YES!" you screamed, or tried to, but you found your lungs had no breath. How long ago had you stopped breathing? You didn't know, couldn't think about it, as she desperately tried to push her desperate, flushed vagina into Constance's mouth. Her licks were teasing, but threatening to pump the very life out of her with each delicious thrust and withdrawal.

At last, the tingling subsided as you felt the sopping, wet, molten, volcanic heat grow deep inside, before if began to reach an apex and realized what Constance had been up to with her long, slender fingers. "French", you thought. " I never should have taught them French". As The tension eased, so too did Priscilla and Camilla. Constance alone seemed tense--poised; as though about to spring "For The love of God, Constance! Please, please just finish me, my love!" you implored, yearned for her now--ached for her more than in her deepest most passionate dreams. Her lips and tongue added to your anguish as she took you so close. The more so as her haughty, beaming face came closer, closer to your own. Her breath was sweet, salty and cooling to your sweat-soaked face.

"Edwina," she whispered softly. As to a lover, you thought, hopefully. "not just yet." You whined as she swirled her fingers around your sides, watching raptly as you surrendered to helpless laughter, trailing her nails down your sweat glistened side and between your legs to tickle you under the lips. You felt blind with tears, convulsing with laughter, feeling again the heat and liquid in your lady groin--The more so as her wrist brushed the sensitive underside of her again- heat rising vagina.

"Camilla, dear" she asked, "Do you think our Edwina enjoys our tickling?" "She just had an accident, Constance." You looked down and to your horror, you had indeed wet yourself. Constance shook her head. "Well she will have to be punished for that! Our future mother should be better behaved. But again dear sister, do you think our Edwina enjoys our tickling?"

Camilla was silent a moment, thrust as she had been, so abruptly from The sidelines into The limelight. But Constance did have such a sense of--of symmetry. Slowly, deliberately, she took a deep breath. "No, Constance. No, I don't."."Was this salvation--now, when she no longer wished it? Damn!" you thought shocked, but quickly amended that to 'Thank God' in case your soul or at least pseudo-virginity hung in the balance. Constance seemed surprised. Priscilla was openly dismayed. "Camilla!" she exclaimed, "Do you truly think not? How could you think so?"

"I am...surprised, dear." Constance managed. "Are you certain?" You held her breath..."Quite certain." Camilla said, folding her arms stubbornly. "Thank you, Lord. What a dear child!" your thought. Only a month or so past eighteen summers, yet willing to stand against both her sisters to your own defense. "What a pit-relief!" you thought. "I might say" she went on, "that she has been 'entirely disagreeable' throughout." Entirely disagreeable. How many times had you yourself applied such a label to the shy, retiring girl who would not speak her lessons. Yet now she spoke out, in your defense. You felt a pang of regret, recalling your idle threats then to...to... Oh, no.

"Camilla" Constance resumed, "That will simply never do." "And yet," Camilla returned, faltering only a little under her eldest sisters scrutiny, "And yet, I do think she’s--she's been absolutely horrid! There!" "No!" From Priscilla. "Yes?" From Constance. "No!!" you cried. "Yes." From Camilla. "Yes. And I think--I think--" "Please, no!" you cried. "I should take her-- "Please!""--over my knee!" "Oh, God." "Why Camilla dear! Do you know, I believe you are correct." Constance seemed very happy. In The end (so to speak) it wasn't very difficult for them. They only needed to release one of your arms and foot.

Feebly, for some reason you could not explain, you had attempted an escape. Constance, keeping tight hold of your "free" foot had tickled unmercifully, long fingernails raking at your tender soles. Priscilla had attacked your sides, leaving you so helpless with laughter that Camilla had easily bound your left hand to The center of The headboard, followed by your right, and so on until you were bound, giggling and squirming, just as securely as before, face-down on The bed. Camilla, at your side, had managed to roll you over onto her legs, so that you lay across her lap, if not her knee.

This put your vagina in the very warm space between her thighs, try to ignore it though you might (which was, admittedly, not very hard. (that is, her TRYING wasn't very hard, as your vagina unhelpfully released more clear, sex smelling liquid)). You were painfully, blissfully aware of the warmth of her thighs against your soaked folds, which seemed ready to burst itself in passion. You struggled courageously, but could feel the need grow. Turning, you could see as well as feel Camilla beside and beneath her, she sisters in silent attendance. In her hand was a plain, wooden-handled hairbrush.

Do you remember, Edwina" she asked sweetly, "The many, many threats which you made against my person?"

"I remember." Priscilla chimed in. "'Miss Camilla', she’d say, 'you are being--"

"Entirely disagreeable!" all three chorused.

"That's what she’d say. And then she’d say 'Should you try any nonsense with me young lady, I shall take you over my knee as I would a child, for that is what you are.' That is exactly what she said Poor dear, I'd forgotten she’d been such a horrible brute."

"I didn't forget." Camilla said solemnly. "It was not-" she said, bringing the front The brush against your bare buttocks; causing a screech before howlng laughter poured out "-very-" 'Scratch' "-nice!" 'Scratch!'

You thought you would died. The soft feather like strokes of those devilish quills made you scream louder in absolutely agony. Priscilla seemed highly amused, encouraging her sister with "Harder, Cammy, scratch her harder!" Constance said nothing, but watched with frightening intensity. she could see the muscles of her nude body quiver before each strike, and she regarded Camilla with what could only be affection and pride, as a servant who has performed an exemplary task. 'Scratch!" and again the bristly brush found a ticklish gap, causing jumping amongst the hysteria. The movement pressing her vagina harder against the warm softness of Camilla's thigh. She must have felt the wetness as well, for she began to gasp, as you with every report, and every ensuing thrust.

'WRIGGLE!' you gasped, before screeching in hysteria, both astonished and in agony. That blow had not come from a cruel bristle brush, but from a warm, sharp nails! "WRIGGLE!" She was teasing you now, tickling in spurts of speed and slow motion. You could feel the impression of her delicate fingers on your tender backside. Constance again laid knowing fingers at just the right spot to prevent her exploding, screaming in ecstasy, all over Camilla. You nearly wept in frustration with your gasping mirth before surrendering to the spasms that took your body, even as Camilla continued "and never-" 'WRIGGLE!' "-do it-" 'WRIGGLE!' "-again!" 'WRIGGLE!WRIGGLE!WRIGGLE!WRIGGLE!!!!" Sadly you had another accident all over Camilla.

You turned red with shame, crying in embarrassment as you hiccoughed. Camilla rose, getting a cloth to clean herself. "You are forgiven, Edwina!" You bawled further apologies, before your breathing slowed.You lay very quiet for what seemed an eternity. At last you felt herself being untied--no, only partially so--and rolled over again onto your back. When you opened your eyes, you were spread-eagled again, all three girls looking down at you. Your breast began heaving as you noticed first Priscilla was watching you very intently--her gaze far more penetrating than usual for the garrolous gadfly she'd been. Camilla, on your other side, looked for The first time directly at her, almost defiantly. Between them and-- "Oh, dear God!"--and astride you was Constance.

You remained very, very still, terrified at what was coming.. "I shall never again hunt rabbit", you thought nonsensically. And yet you fee as though you were about to be rent asunder by these three bacchanalia--such was The look in their eyes. "I...love you, Constance!" "Why did I say that?" you hated yourself. Constance leaned back, and you felt The warmth of her against your burning, pulsating, empty vagina. Never before had you felt such arousal, such desperate hunger to--to--well, it's not like you could do actual do anything, tied as you were. But If Only... Constance, as though sensing your thoughts, leaned forward, placing her hands upon your large chest. she swept them down along your sides as her lips came nearer...nearer to your own. A hands breadth from your face she stopped, staring deeply and longingly into your eyes. At last she spoke. "Edwina. Dear, sweet Edwina."

"Yes Constance, Yes! Whatever you want, my love!"

"I want you to know something, Edwina." "Whatever you want, my dear, I shall listen!" You waited, listening raptly--could only nod mute encouragement to The vision which hung before you...

"Before this very moment, Edwina..."

"Y--Yes?"

"We've only toyed with you."

And then they pounced--all three of them--on every inch of your naked body. Priscilla tickled your long, swanlike neck-- long fingers fluttering along your collarbone and around and under your arms. Camilla returned to your soft feet, fingernails scratching furiously at the ticklish soles, between her toes, and up and down your thighs. Then you felt even more tickling tortures--toes, tongues, hair--gliding and wriggling all over your body. You jumped, shrieking and felt your now-swollen, empty, pulsating and leaking organ swallowed up by the warm, wet softness that she realized was Constance.

Laughing hysterically, you hadn't The breath to beg, to gasp, to do anything but squirm, wriggle, and writhe. Your breasts jiggled despite their stiffness, your back hurting from their now E Size. And with each wriggle drove her deeper into Constance's vibrating tongue and mouth. Moaning, gasping, she dug her fingers into your ribs. You whooped, bucked, and nearly exploded. Your body ached for rest, but her long-denied vagina begged for release; an explosion of fountain like squirting proportions begging to relase. And there was no escape from The merciless tickling fingers, toes, and tongues. You came closer, closer to orgasm, and The closer you came The more sensitive-The more ticklish--your entire female body became.

Constance--head thrown back, back arched, breasts out thrust--seemed oblivious to, or transported by, The pandemonium over which she reigned.

You felt fingers along your soles, wiggling along your sides, and the hot, throbbing grasp of Constance's vagina, rubbing against her own. "Scissoring!" you were barely able to conceive. And then you felt yourself building to release. Constance began to rock back and forth, faster and harder. her sisters, in a tickling frenzy, began to lick and nibble at your ribs, toes, and neck; fingers wriggling over every inch of you. And it was building, building, exploding! you felt your life being pumped away, and The tickling ceased as Constance screamed--then fell forward onto her, grinding her lips against your own, before driving her tongue as deeply inside you as she forced her lips down on your face, wriggling her toes into your tender armpits.

While The last tiny trickle of of energy ebbed from woman into woman, you felt juices enter your mouth as you tried to keep from drowning as you were tickled during her pleasing. You felt The bonds about your release, and every muscle relax--like violin-strings abruptly cut--and then nothing.

You awoke only moments later (Or so you thought) to find that you were indeed untied. Regardless you could not move. you heard someone (or some ones) moving about The room, but The effort required to open your weary eyes seemed exorbitant. You surrendered again to unconsciousness, waking only for a moment to the shrill, plaintive whine of Priscilla--sharpened by The first rays of dawn.

"But Cooonstaaance! What was it liike?"

"You'll see." you heard (or thought she heard). "You'll see. Perhaps tonight...But she tasted divine!"

Do you remember, Edwina" she asked sweetly, "The many, many threats which you made against my person?"

"I remember." Priscilla chimed in. "'Miss Camilla', she’d say, 'you are being--"

"Entirely disagreeable!" all three chorused.

"That's what she’d say. And then she’d say 'Should you try any nonsense with me young lady, I shall take you over my knee as I would a child, for that is what you are.' That is exactly what she said Poor dear, I'd forgotten she’d been such a horrible brute."

"I didn't forget." Camilla said solemnly. "It was not-" she said, bringing the front The brush against your bare buttocks; causing a screech before howlng laughter poured out "-very-" 'Scratch' "-nice!" 'Scratch!'

You thought you would died. The soft feather like strokes of those devilish quills made you scream louder in absolutely agony. Priscilla seemed highly amused, encouraging her sister with "Harder, Cammy, scratch her harder!" Constance said nothing, but watched with frightening intensity. she could see the muscles of her nude body quiver before each strike, and she regarded Camilla with what could only be affection and pride, as a servant who has performed an exemplary task. 'Scratch!" and again the bristly brush found a ticklish gap, causing jumping amongst the hysteria. The movement pressing her vagina harder against the warm softness of Camilla's thigh. She must have felt the wetness as well, for she began to gasp, as you with every report, and every ensuing thrust.

'WRIGGLE!' you gasped, before screeching in hysteria, both astonished and in agony. That blow had not come from a cruel bristle brush, but from a warm, sharp nails! "WRIGGLE!" She was teasing you now, tickling in spurts of speed and slow motion. You could feel the impression of her delicate fingers on your tender backside. Constance again laid knowing fingers at just the right spot to prevent her exploding, screaming in ecstasy, all over Camilla. You nearly wept in frustration with your gasping mirth before surrendering to the spasms that took your body, even as Camilla continued "and never-" 'WRIGGLE!' "-do it-" 'WRIGGLE!' "-again!" 'WRIGGLE!WRIGGLE!WRIGGLE!WRIGGLE!!!!" Sadly you had another accident all over Camilla.

You turned red with shame, crying in embarrassment as you hiccoughed. Camilla rose, getting a cloth to clean herself. "You are forgiven, Edwina!" You bawled further apologies, before your breathing slowed.You lay very quiet for what seemed an eternity. At last you felt herself being untied--no, only partially so--and rolled over again onto your back. When you opened your eyes, you were spread-eagled again, all three girls looking down at you. Your breast began heaving as you noticed first Priscilla was watching you very intently--her gaze far more penetrating than usual for the garrolous gadfly she'd been. Camilla, on your other side, looked for The first time directly at her, almost defiantly. Between them and-- "Oh, dear God!"--and astride you was Constance.

You remained very, very still, terrified at what was coming.. "I shall never again hunt rabbit", you thought nonsensically. And yet you fee as though you were about to be rent asunder by these three bacchanalia--such was The look in their eyes. "I...love you, Constance!" "Why did I say that?" you hated yourself. Constance leaned back, and you felt The warmth of her against your burning, pulsating, empty vagina. Never before had you felt such arousal, such desperate hunger to--to--well, it's not like you could do actual do anything, tied as you were. But If Only... Constance, as though sensing your thoughts, leaned forward, placing her hands upon your large chest. she swept them down along your sides as her lips came nearer...nearer to your own. A hands breadth from your face she stopped, staring deeply and longingly into your eyes. At last she spoke. "Edwina. Dear, sweet Edwina."

"Yes Constance, Yes! Whatever you want, my love!"

"I want you to know something, Edwina." "Whatever you want, my dear, I shall listen!" You waited, listening raptly--could only nod mute encouragement to The vision which hung before you...

"Before this very moment, Edwina..."

"Y--Yes?"

"We've only toyed with you."

And then they pounced--all three of them--on every inch of your naked body. Priscilla tickled your long, swanlike neck-- long fingers fluttering along your collarbone and around and under your arms. Camilla returned to your soft feet, fingernails scratching furiously at the ticklish soles, between her toes, and up and down your thighs. Then you felt even more tickling tortures--toes, tongues, hair--gliding and wriggling all over your body. You jumped, shrieking and felt your now-swollen, empty, pulsating and leaking organ swallowed up by the warm, wet softness that she realized was Constance.

Laughing hysterically, you hadn't The breath to beg, to gasp, to do anything but squirm, wriggle, and writhe. Your breasts jiggled despite their stiffness, your back hurting from their now E Size. And with each wriggle drove her deeper into Constance's vibrating tongue and mouth. Moaning, gasping, she dug her fingers into your ribs. You whooped, bucked, and nearly exploded. Your body ached for rest, but her long-denied vagina begged for release; an explosion of fountain like squirting proportions begging to relase. And there was no escape from The merciless tickling fingers, toes, and tongues. You came closer, closer to orgasm, and The closer you came The more sensitive-The more ticklish--your entire female body became.

Constance--head thrown back, back arched, breasts out thrust--seemed oblivious to, or transported by, The pandemonium over which she reigned.

You felt fingers along your soles, wiggling along your sides, and the hot, throbbing grasp of Constance's vagina, rubbing against her own. "Scissoring!" you were barely able to conceive. And then you felt yourself building to release. Constance began to rock back and forth, faster and harder. her sisters, in a tickling frenzy, began to lick and nibble at your ribs, toes, and neck; fingers wriggling over every inch of you. And it was building, building, exploding! you felt your life being pumped away, and The tickling ceased as Constance screamed--then fell forward onto her, grinding her lips against your own, before driving her tongue as deeply inside you as she forced her lips down on your face, wriggling her toes into your tender armpits.

While The last tiny trickle of of energy ebbed from woman into woman, you felt juices enter your mouth as you tried to keep from drowning as you were tickled during her pleasing. You felt The bonds about your release, and every muscle relax--like violin-strings abruptly cut--and then nothing.

You awoke only moments later (Or so you thought) to find that you were indeed untied. Regardless you could not move. you heard someone (or some ones) moving about The room, but The effort required to open your weary eyes seemed exorbitant. You surrendered again to unconsciousness, waking only for a moment to the shrill, plaintive whine of Priscilla--sharpened by The first rays of dawn.

"But Cooonstaaance! What was it liike?"

"You'll see." you heard (or thought she heard). "You'll see. Perhaps tonight...But she tasted divine!"

Are you going to give in, Edwina?" You open your eyes to see the 5 evil witches grinning at you. "No....boys or men!" you stammered. They just grinned in reply. "Enjoy, Edwina!"

"Good morning," declared Priscilla, patting you on the stomach. You shivered in response. "Camilla and I didn't think you'd really mind if we had some fun with you before breakfast. You know, you should never have mentioned your romantic inclination towards our dear old sister Constance. We shall need to correct such aberrant behaviour, to ready you for marriage to Father!" With that, she lowered the sheets to your waist, brought her long, fingers to your oversensitive side and began to lightly and quickly play her fingertips along your sides as if your ribs were piano keys.

"NO-HO-HO-HA-HA-HA . . . STO-HA-HA-HA-HA-OP . . ." You laughed out loud.

Priscilla moved both her hands down to your right side, flicking the fingertips of her right hand back and forth along your side as she tickled your armpit, leaving her younger sister room to tease your left side with one lazy forefinger, tracing slowly up from your bare left hip, along your ribs. she let her fingertip dally in your armpit, swinging it back and forth methodically.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, ticklish girl! Kootchy kootchy!" she taunted.

You were in hysterics. Sadly despite last night, your womanhood revealed its excitement; Camilla pointed out the stain was forming around the bedpost, and her sister nodded in acknowledgment.

They continued their torturous tickling movements for several more minutes. It was as bad as it had been with Constance. You feared that your heart would stop and your lungs collapse from lack of air. Finally they stopped to allow you to breathe. How much more could you endure? "Please, no more," you gasped, breathing heavily. Priscilla chuckled. Camilla giggled, and then her eyes brightened. "Let's tickle her feet!" she told her sister.

Priscilla nodded enthusiastically. You squealed in terror at that.

"No! Please," you begged, nay implored as they approached you. "Not my feet! Please, don't tickle my feet!" The two women moved to the foot of The bed, where each had one helplessly bound foot to herself. You continued to plead with them until Priscilla began to lightly graze four fingertips along the top of your right foot. Camilla repeated her lazy fingertip technique on your left sole, tracing the pad of her forefinger teasingly from the base of your toes, down the middle of the sole, to the heel and back up again.

"HA-HA-HA-HA . . . NO-HO-HO-HO . . . STO-HA-HA-OP . . ." you screamed. You thought you would go insane. Nothing you had done had earned all this anguish. "My," Prisiclla remarked to her sister, "I believe that her ticklishness has somehow increased!" Camilla giggled and turned to you as she continued to tickle your pink sole. "Ooh! Kootchy, kootchy koo!" Priscilla and Camilla, almost simultaneously, now brought both hands to each foot, tickling lightly and quickly along the soles and tops of your feet. As much as you vainly attempted to move your feet back and forth and from side to side, their fiendish fingertips always found their targets. The fingertips of Camilla's right hand danced maniacally along the top of your left foot from the toes to the ankle, while her left hand jumped teasingly from just under your toes along the sole, stopping to scratch at the skin of your heel.

Priscilla continued to graze the top of your right foot as if the fingertips of her left hand were small palm fronds. She kept the fingertips of her right hand precisely in the center of your right sole, while the pads of her wiggling fingertips felt as if a spider were stuck in that spot and endeavoring frantically to escape.

"Torture, torture! Kitchy, kitchy, koo, ticklish mother! Father’s new bride!" Priscilla crooned.

There was nothing you could do to get away from the maddening tickling sensations on the skin of your feet, and the laughter was ripped from your lungs like thunderclaps on a summer afternoon. "NO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO . . . STO-HA-HA- HA-HA-HA-OP . . . PLE-HE-HE-HE-HE-HE-EASE!" you cried.

"Oh, no," Priscilla said, "We're not going to stop. We're going to tickle and tickle your bare feet. It ends when you agree to marry Father! Tickle, tickle, tickle."

Camilla laughed and then brought all her fingertips to the sole of your foot, so that every inch of skin on your sole suffered featherlike strokes. Priscilla grabbed the toes of your right foot to keep it still and scratched your right sole with her short nails, up and down, over and over again. Your screams of laughter heightened in pitch, and the rubbing of the sheets against your swollen pussy was making the ordeal even more unbearable. A few moans escaped your lips as the pool of heat in your stomach threatened to burn as you as you feel more in need. “What is that smell?” grinned Priscilla as they continued.

The two women tickled and tickled until you were no longer laughing but simply gasping for breath. “What is transpiring here?” came a familiar voice. They stopped to your relief, when you spied Constance and another young lady. “We are similarly continuing our driver to convince Edwina to marry Father!” explained Priscilla. “What a fabulous idea! May we assist, Constance, my love?” You trembled, shaking your head before Constance grinned wickedly. “Of course, Harmony, my beloved! After all I need a new mother and you a mother-in-law!”

How much more could you endure? There was now 4 evil girls grinning at you. After a few moments they began their attacks. Priscilla took her long talons and raked them over the soles of your feet relentlessly. Constance slowly tickled you under your armpits and Camilla drew lazy circles on the sides of your pussy. Harmony began exploring those tender sides, her fingers finding vulnerable skin through gentle spider-like movements.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA, PLEEEASE STOPPPPPPPP" you screamed. "Now Edwina, be a good girl and marry Father!" lectured Constance as her scratches continued their relentless march. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" you pleaded but nothing. "Bad Mother!" declared Harmony, increasing the pace of her wicked digits.

As you twisted and turned in frustration and torment; you noticed Priscilla removing the rest of her clothes. Then she went back to teasing me, driving me to delirium. How long they continued, you didn't know until Constance spoke." Dearest Edwina,."

"Your hour is not up yet!". It was like a bolt of lightning. You felt a savage assault on more of your sensitive, vulnerable parts. Feet, armpits, even sensitive lips, all were shown little mercy as you were tickled relentlessly. All you could do was begin to beg for mercy to no avail. “Edwina is truly recalcitrant!” declared Harmony. “Well spoken, beloved! Indeed she is!” agreed Constance. “It is wrong of her to be so foolish and headstrong! In fact, we owe Father to correct such aberrant behaviour!” gleefully added Priscilla. It was agony on the deepest scale, you feared they may indeed break you.

You gasped some well-earned air as Priscilla rose. “Ladies, May I have some time with dear Edwina? I believe that I am close to curing her!” You weren’t sure it was a good thing when the others rose; leaving you with Priscilla. “Now Edwina, this Sapphic desire must end! I think we will need to work harder to cure you!”

With that, Priscilla slowly drew her long pointed nail lightly up the length of your bare sole. Priscilla 's nail didn't even reach the arch of the sole before you reacted by arching her back, gasping in shock. "I beseech you, STAHAHAP!!" you pleaded. The nails continued their teasing assault, gliding up and down your flexing soles, first one and then the other. She held back the toes of your right foot with one hand and tickled your narrow arch with a sideways motion, causing you to wrench around on the bed shouting entreaties.

Priscilla stopped for a moment, grinning broadly. To your surprise, she began to undress. You bit your lip to keep from drooling. Were the girls changing? Priscilla’s hair was long and blonde. You couldn’t recall if her eyes were always green. And when Constance left you, she was redheaded with blue eyes. Harmony, her apparent fiancée, possessed shoulder length brown hair and eyes. While Camilla’s hair was now darker; it was coloured dark ebony with hazel eyes. Constance and Camilla had not been so tall, but now they reached almost 5 feet 8 inches. Priscilla was currently a beautiful giant, standing at an impressive 6 foot 3. While Harmony was only 5 foot 4 inches.

Priscilla’s large breasts mesmerised you before her chemise left her. Her hair was blonde and well-coifed. You licked you lips at the sight of her. Your mind cast back to that kiss. And what a kiss it was; the one that you had earlier received! It stuck in your mind, consuming all of your thoughts. You wanted Priscilla badly. “Edwina, you are a Naughty girl! Gazing at my body like a vile sodomite! Your impure desire is lecherous and revolting. I shall have to find a button to correct this issue.” She teased. Then the button was found. Priscilla directed her tickling attack on the tender undersides of your wickedly sensitive toes. That did it. Your bare rump rocketed off the surface of the bed as you burst into uncontrollable whoops of laughter.

The sinews in your neck and shoulders stood out visibly as you contorted in wild screams of ticklish agony. It was agony and it was just her. What would happen when her sisters helped? She paused, planting a kiss on your lips. The smell of her was intoxicating. You succumb to the feelings; let her tongue guide the way. Priscilla’s melon-like breasts swayed back and forth. She broke the kiss, shaking her head. “Still interested in the female form, Edwina? How disappointing!”

You shook up and down, as your large chest began flattening and elongating with each bounce your body made on the bed. Your current mane of auburn hair whisked from side to side. The overwhelming agony of Priscilla's long nails tickling in between your toes was really begun to steal your remaining strength. You felt your muscles atrophy as your shaking continued. Sweat was breaking out in all the wrong places.

You wailed, half-laughing, half-crying. "Oh p-p-p-lehehehase!!! Priscillahahahahahaha! Oh blessed Lord Christ!!! N-n-n-not on my f-feet!!!! Oh dear G-Goddd!! Oh beloved....pleeahahase do-don’t (gasp) touch my TTOOOEEESSS!!!!!!" Priscilla simply smirked at you. “Yes, there will be much toe touching! Until this wicked, lustful desire of yours falls, I fear I will have to continue!”

Madness was coming as those nails brought you undone, scrape after scrape. Tears were causing you to struggle with your sight. All you could do was pray in your mind that Priscilla would cease. Surely with all the noises and water coming from you, she would eventually show mercy. She paused, finally. You thought that the torture was over. You lay there groaning, taking in gulps of much needed oxygen. Sweat ran from your underarms and breasts. But she was dealing with four mean spirited, tickle loving women, and so, the torture was only beginning.

You felt something wrap around your ears, it seemed that she was binding your eyes with a blindfold and cotton for your ears. "Naughty girl, still excited again! I think I have a solution to expedite this!" Naturally you were unable to hear whatever she said or was doing. You couldn't imagine what else could happen. Priscilla softly moved over to the other side of your upper body. She opened a jar of perfume that was nearby; watching you wiht undisguised lust. "It is time to assist these little muscles of your, sweet Edwina." Before you could muster up the strength to do more than whimper, you felt and oily index finger began making feather-light revolutions around the perimeter of your left armpit.

You twisted horribly on the bed in vain, desperately trying to close the gap between your extended arm and your sensitive side with what little slack you had. Unfortunately each of your attempts failed, and you once more succumbed to tormented laughter, this time higher-pitched and more hysterical. "OHH D-D-EAR GGODDD!! Ple-hehehahasse, Priscilllaaaaaahahahaha! I CAN'T STAND ANY MORE!!AHAHAHAIHAHAHALOVEEEHEHEHEYOUUU!!" Priscilla stopped for a moment, reaching her thighs between your own. You moaned a little, which inspired the finger to return as another invaded your navel. You screamed, howling as her movements increased.

Grunts and groans joined laughter and moans as you felt yourself become more and more excite. Priscilla matched you as she too came closer to release. So overworked were you both that the climax began almost as soon as it started. White lights danced before your eyes as orgasm after orgasm left your body. With a final thrust, you passed out. You awoke with a scream. Two fingers had slowly tormented your soft soles. Your eyes and ears were not encased in silk and to your horror; there was now 5 monsters. Camilla was watching you with hunger as a small, tanned, brunette cuddled up to Priscilla. "Shall we all celebrate my engagement to Eleanor, by playing with Edwina?" suggested Priscilla. "Absolutely!" agreed Camilla. Constance and Harmony followed suit.

Camilla suddenly calls them back. You absorb the air as if it is some sort of inhalant rather than something to be breathed in. "Edwina, my dear, darling, little Edwina! Your endless Sapphic depravity is indeed most disconcerting. Especially since we have agreed that you would indeed be best suited to marriage with Father. We shall therefore need to expedite your punishment!" "Oh Camilla, dear child, I beseech you! I cannot bare any...I cannot bare anymore. Listen to my ragged, in....indeed jagged breathing! I...I am struggling to articulate my terror! My dismay is vast indeed. I would be a good bride to you, Camilla, my heart! If you spare me, I will be a most obedient and loving spouse! I shall be to you as Harmony is to Constance and Eleanor is to be Priscilla! Please my raven haired angel! I love you! P...please should be merciful charity! I...I...plead and implore you!" Tears ran down your cheeks during your entreaties.

Camilla appeared to have lost her garments, standing before you in her most natural state. She was surely not so endowed before this. Her long ebony hair flowed past her shoulders. She bore not a jot of protection across her most tender region. Your heart beats faster as your chest swells and your womanhood continued to excrete its most succulent liquid. You are unable to keep from licking your lips as she climbs on top of you, looking down at you, beaming. You beam back in relief. "Edwina, my fair heart...." "Yes, Camilla, my soul mate?" "Time to laugh." she whispered. Her long nails began their cruel trevail as they played their devilish games across your underarms. The shrieks you made were piercing, like the cries of a Banshee. They were merely accentuated by tongues exploring your exposed soles as fingers danced across toes and arches. The rhythmic pulses of piano playing was the work of Harmony on your left and Eleanor on your right.'

"Truly, she is a most wicked woman, my darling Harmony!" expressed Constance. "I concur, my beloved!" replied Harmony. Your bleary eyes somehow were capable of producing a revelation that your mind needed to process. There was a mirror above you. You were tiny, barely 150 cms now. Your tormentors laugh as they continue. Camilla called a stop again and declared.....