Peggy's body and mind were on fire. Every nerve ending in her 5'8" frame had been lit on fire, like tiny fuses. Hundreds of thousands of tiny fuses, all burning at the same time, and her entire nervous system felt like it was going to explode! Never before had Peggy ever felt torment like this. She had been tickled in the past, but only briefly, and never with the animal intent that she was receiving now! Her sensitive ribs were next on the list. Consistently prodded and poked by unseen fingers, Peggy's mid section and abdomen spasmed uncontrollably. Her face was a mask of madness. The gag refrained all attempts to release her pent up screams of laughter, pinning her head helplessly to the post, where she could only sit immobile, wiggling the few precious inches her bondage allowed.
Her red, tear blurred eyes blinked and squinted rapidly under her tormented duress. Her neck muscles peaked, and strained as her tender throat unleashed burst, after burst of torture laughter. Her stomach muscles tightened harder with each unrelenting tickling attack on her incredibly ticklish rib cage. As her sadistic tormentors spent minute after eternal minutetickling her helpless upper thighs, and ribs, Peggy's toes wiggled aimlessly at the gawking crowd. Her endless toe wiggling caused gentle wrinkles on her pretty pink soles.
The fire Peggy felt throughout her trapped body, had now spread to her nipples and loins. As the tickling continued without stop, moving back down to behind her soft knees, she could feet her womanhood becoming swollen and hot with excitement. It was beginning to throb and pulsate like nothing she had ever felt before. It yearned to be touched, to be satisfied, but all she would get would be more. . .More tickling. Her naked heels became the focal point of both tormentors, using their nails to lightly scratch the delicate skin there. Her situation had become dire at this point, and she was sure she would be tickled to death. The crowd was eagerly savoring every second of this hellish torture. Her spectacle proved to be a fascinating, and entertaining sight for the visitors.
As the heel tickling progressed in intensity, Peggy's mind began to go numb. Her eyes were ill focused, and her pussy was unbearably swollen with excitement. If only one of these tormentors would just accidentally touch her there. She is sure she would come from just the slightest brush of his hand. But. . .nothing. Nothing but tickling! The tormentors have returned full strength to Peggy's bound bare feet, paying almost exclusive attention to her wriggling toes. Twenty fingers tickled the wildly spasming toes, as Peggy found the strength for a new onslaught of screaming laughter from the unbearable titillating tickling of her toes.
By this time, Peggy was just about ready to explode, whether she was touched there, or not. Her body was operating at full overload capacity. Her brain was burning with sensory overload, and her limbs and diaphragm ached from excessive spasming. Her humiliation was peaking as her head was pinned toward the peering crowd, and her bare, ticklish feet and toes were being abused by the endless manipulation of them by these sadists' skilled fingertips.
She could not stand another second. Her nipples were clearly visible through her burlap garment. They felt like they are going to pop from the swelling & sexual tension. Peggy let out one final piercing scream that was laced with a torrential orgasm, the likes she has never experienced. Then, she passed out cold!
When she awoke, she was strapped to a rack, and could not move a single muscle. Her arms were stretched high over her head, and her ankles were locked in another set of stocks at the foot of the rack, again, revealing her tender, bare feet for whatever abuse her tormentors might see fit. Her body was twitching from the torturous tickling ordeal, and her erogenous zones were tingling with sexual sensitivity. The gag had been replaced with a cylindrical piece of cork, held in place with rope. From the corner of her eye, Peggy could see the viewing window, only this time, with a different crowd outside. The robed man picked up the microphone, and began to speak, "Ladies and gentlemen; of all the things you have seen tonight, few can compare to what you are about to witness."
Peggy's eyes sprang open with insane fear! Her mind could muster one thought............ ..............."NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"