Mary Thomas laughs

After discovering how ticklish Mary Thomas was in her armpits and also in the sensitive area between her legs, the henchmen had fun soaping her up thoroughly and extensively. The shaving brushes teased and stroked her until she was panting and gurgling under the gag and her whole body was trembling without restraint.

Then they made quick and effective work of the sharp razors. Soon the naked nun was all over as smooth as a child's bottom. She had recovered a little. But if she thought that was the end of it, she was very much mistaken.

More paintbrushes, feathers and fine hairbrushes appeared in the hands of the torturers, while some of them simply relied on their bare fingers.

The captive stared at them with wide eyes. No, surely they couldn't really be up to this? Unexpectedly, she was freed from the gag in her mouth and immediately screamed at the guys.

"Don't you dare! Release me immediately! You mustn't do tha ... a ... aaa ... waha ... hahaha!!!"

The onslaught of tickling instruments from all sides came quickly and unstoppably. The naked woman had nothing to counter it. The first giggles soon turned into unbridled laughter. Tremors rolled through her body. She roared and gurgled, squealed and giggled. She was bathed in sweat in an instant.

The torturers naturally concentrated on the highly sensitive, freshly shaved parts of her body. But the soles of her feet, the back of her neck, her belly button, the backs of her knees and generally every little patch of exposed skin also received their fair share of attention.

"Stop, stop ... oooo ... uahaha ... foooo ... vahoo!"

But of course no one stopped. It was just too funny. At least for those who were tickling, it was boundless fun. And undeniably for the visitors too, who burst out laughing, applauded wildly and enthusiastically cheered on the actors.

It seemed to her as if time stood still while the tickling went on endlessly. The bound woman squirmed in her helpless position, but every movement only brought more ticklish agony. Her face was red with laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. But the more she pleaded and begged, the more intense the stimuli became. It was a real ordeal, but also like an adrenaline rush that made her drunk and feel more alive than ever before. And at the same time, it was a spectacle for the audience, who doubled over with laughter and cheered enthusiastically for the performers.

Then, suddenly, when Mary Thomas thought she could take no more, the tickling stopped. An indescribable, liberating feeling flowed through her as the brushes, feathers and fingers were withdrawn. She lay there panting, with a smile on her lips that was a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

The helpers released her restraints and she rose clumsily, her knees still trembling with the effort. Nevertheless, she felt strangely invigorated, as if the tickling had been a release.

Following an impulse, she bowed deeply to the audience and bathed in the burst of applause. Then she slowly staggered off the stage and stepped down.