I continue watching, staring at the torment of Becky as she is tickled mercilessly over her perfect body. I can feel the smile on my face grow slightly, almost as if what I see satisfies me. I don't know if I was jealousy or if it was a different feeling inside of me, but I could not take my gaze off of her... at least, not until I heard one of the not-tickled girls speak out.
"What is going on? Why are you doing this?" yelled Tiffany. My eyes darted to her, then to Ms. Lolita.
Ms. Lolita approached Tiffany's cell and said to her, "First of all, young one, you shall address me as Mistress every time you speak to me, or else your fate will be the same as these girls on the floor. Secondly, I do this for reasons you would not understand, but know that your turn will one day come."
Ms. Lolita... sorry, 'Mistress' then pointed a finger at Helen, saying, "And you!" and then pointed a finger at Melissa, "And you!"
Laughter was still all that was filling the room. I pointed my gaze from 'the Mistress' down to Cassie, who was one of the girls being tickled. Instead of being filled with fear as most people would have been, I was filled with a sense of wonder and excitement. It was almost as if I wanted to be tickling Cassie myself.
Cassie was a very beautiful, young woman who had a cheery disposition about herself and usually had a positive outlook on life. She had long, dark brown hair, adorable lips and nose, dark brown eyes and perky C breasts, which jiggled in her ticklish torture. Her belly was flat and smooth, I could easily see that at this point as her shirt had been rolled up by one of the hands.Her feet, now bare because of the hands, were soft looking and small.
I turn to look at Becky in her ticklish torment and notice that I could easily reach into her cell and grab one of the hands. I wondered what that would do? Would they stop if I grabbed one of them hostage? Would they all gang up on me? I didn't know any of the answers, but I didn't much care to find out. I just wanted to watch as Becky continued to be tickle tortured, so I could increase this feeling inside me, which continued to grow.
After about 10 minutes of me silently watching the 5 girls be tortured and pleas from all the other girls to stop this madness, I figured it was time to do something rash. I didn't know what I could do though. Maybe I could make a deal with the 'Mistress'? Thoughts of what to do ran through my head, as well as possible outcomes. Some were good, some were bad. But, either way, I had to do something.
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