"Why are they all just standing there, watching me? Somebody do something!"
The helpless girl's mind raced furiously as she watched the crowd's anticipation for what she did not know was yet to come.
Just then, the two figures reentered the room. She can see them now. They are two men, wearing hooded robes, with crosses embroidered on the front. One of them picked up a nearby microphone, and addressed the crowd,"Ladies and gentlemen; Of all the things you have seen tonight, few can compare with what you are about to witness. During Medieval times, the dreaded Inquisition imposed many types of tortures on their hopeless victims. The effectiveness of this particular torture was so high, that it was incorporated as a regular practice, used frequently in many other dungeons all over the world. We recommend anyone who is squeamish, to leave now."
As the speaker put the microphone down, the crowd huddled closer to the window, gaping in excited, and curious anticipation. Peggy was still squirming, even more so now that she had heard that little speech. Her continuous struggling only proved repeatedly, the inescapability of her bondage.
Peggy's two robed captors walked to a small table, situated directly behind her. She could not turn her head to see what they were doing, which only exaggerated her already frantic mental state. She could only hear movements behind her, but the sudden facial expressions of the crowd in front of her, made her panic even more.
Suddenly, she could see them reentering her view. One was holding a stiff Turkey feather, and the other was wielding a soft-bristled brush. Peggy's stomach dropped hard as she realized what was about to happen to her. Her greatest fascination, and greatest fear, was about to come true in the most horrible way! Her incredibly desperate attempts to escape just seemed to rivet the crowd more intensely to her spectacle.
As the first man lowered the feather toward her helpless bare right foot, Peggy squinted her eyes tightly in an attempt to block out the feeling. The stiff feather was applied in long steady drags, from heel to toe tips, across the quivering wrinkled bare sole. Peggy wiggled her toes quickly in hopes of changing her mind's attention from the tickling to the physical movement, but her tormentor was skilled, and persisted with the tickling administrations in steady, unwavering motion.
Soon, the poor girl's senses could no longer hold out, and she began to laugh. The torturer immediately withdrew, as if to taunt poor Peggy with the realization of her helplessness, and what was going to be done to her. It is now time for the second man to administer his torture too - on Peggy's bound left foot, tickling, just under the toes, in short staccato strokes with his horse hair brush. The sensations of this tickling sent Peggy crazy from the start. She began laughing very hard. The laughing quickly turned to screams and pleading. After about 30 seconds, he too withdrew. By now, Peggy was frantic. There was no way she wanted that done to her again. She knew she could not stand to be tickled. Tickling was one of her worst fears in life! And to be tickled while bound helplessly, was just unthinkable. She would do anything to free herself.
The crowd peered in amazement as the tormentors renewed their tickling attack on Peggy's bound, bare feet. Only this time, there would be no stopping. The feather was sliding around the spasmodically wiggling toes of one foot, while the brush was gently scrubbing the heel and instep of the other. Peggy's laughter increased in volume and pitch as the tickling persisted. She was desperately trying to move her feet out of the way of the tickling, screaming hysterically, laughing, crying and begging, all at the same time. Her mind was racing in furious panic as she prayed for the tickling of her feet to stop. She could not bear it. Tears were stroking her hysterical, red face, and her limbs were growing tired from the involuntary muscle spasms caused by the tickling torture!
Despite Peggy's obvious hellish agony, her tormentors were not letting up! Instead, they were expanding their torture of this poor girl to her legs. They dropped their tickling tools and began sliding their fingers up her bare soft legs, making sure to tickle the backs of her calves and thighs. As one tickled her legs, the other started tickling her helpless knees, kneading with abandon, just above the knee caps, which caused such violent spasms of laughter, that Peggy figured someone would have to see that she was being tortured for real!
The pretend Inquisitors were making mental notes of poor Peggy's most ticklish parts, returning to each, time after time after time. The helpless creature was a pathetic sight of tortured female nerve endings. The persistent tickling was rapidly turning this beautiful young woman into a mindless hysterical muscle spasm!