Princess Alicia's Ticklish Peril Chapter Eight

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		The peasants never failed to feather between the princess' wiggling toes or over the super soft insteps and arches of her bare feet. They never failed to trail tickling strokes over her little waist and flat tummy, up to her constantly available underarms. Not one single inch of her exposed fair skin was left untickled by the intollerable feathers, while the lazy feather touches across her hard nipples and on her hyper-sensitive clitoris, visibly pushed her over the edge of release. As her senses gradually returned, so did her perceptions of bing tickled all over her naked body, but now with increased intensity. She began to giggle again as she was reminded of her helpless underarms or vulnerable soft bare soles. The tickling was even more unberarable now that her orgasm had oversensitized her young body. Even the slightest glance of a fluffy feather aroused hundreds of goose bumps across her white skin and the peasants never showed one hint of mercy towards this young girl that they all now knew to be the daughter of the unfair King and Queen. They never once relented in torturing any of her ticklish focal points. She laughed maniacally, writhed against her restraints, and screamed out of the ticklish frustration of not being able to defend herself. "...nnnnNNNNNAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....HAHAHAHA.........NNN NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.." But, her attention was suddenly yanked back down between her legs as one stiff feather began tickling around...and around....and around her swollen clitoris. She started coming again with the same level of intensity and more honey dripped out of her fully aroused vagina. Then, Stephen finally gave the word for the feathers to stop. Princess Alicia sat naked and restrained, her ample breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. She continued to giggle occasionally, long after the feathers had been removed from her sensitive skin, as she looked down at her still vulnerable body and around at all the peasants still holding their feathers. Stephen spoke, "My fair lady, you are not doing well with this challenge. Still, there is but one more place on your person that we must tickle before your debt can be considered paid." In the next couple of moments, the rope that tied her bound wrists to the support beam was cut and the giggly white princess was laid flat on her back. Her arms were again stretched high abover her head and tied down to the table. Then, much to her dismay, the two people holding her ankles lifted her legs high into the air and spread them even farther apart, without causing her any pain. The vulnerable undersides of her long white legs where now facing upwards towards the crowd, as were the high smooth white arches of her beautiful bare feet, and her now slippery wet genitals. "Now, if your highness can keep from laughing, your ticklish legs may be spared," the peasant boy said to her. But, the words offered her no consulation. They only served to add to her maddening frustration that had only intensified when the undersides of her legs and knees had been fully exposed. "Althea, let us attempt this one last time." The barmaid prepared to turn the timer upside-down as Stephen took two large fluffy feathers and held them menacingly above Alicia's beautiful punany and her luscious bossom. They hung tantalizingly close to the only places on her young white body that she actually wanted to be tickled and she wiggled and giggled playfully in anticipation. With her small white feet pulled up above her head and spread wide apart, she slowly rolled her eyes and then shut them unconsciously, fantasizing about the feathers giving her more of the pleasure that she still strongly desired. Althea gave the word this time and Stephen lowered the two feathers just an inch and started lightly feathering Princess Alicia's most private parts. She was in such an aroused state, by this point, that each feather touch sent gratifyingly pleasurable sensations coursing through her. Without the rest of her poor body being tortured at the same time, she was now able to focus entirely on her mounting nervana. She was completely relaxed, even though her legs were being held up and her arms were tied above her head, and she opened her beautiful dark eyes wide as she let the sensations take over her mind. It felt absolutely perfect, unlike any sensations she'd ever enjoyed. Suddenly, her thoughts turned to the time she had seen the Queen orally pleased by her servant boy. She desparately desired that now..."oooohhhhh, kiss me there!", she said pleadingly, completely lost in the moment. But, that is when she felt it. Having her feet held up so high had made many of the princess' most ticklish areas much more vulnerable and accessable. Unfortunately for her, this list included the tiny little sphincter below her vagina and one of the peasant women had kneeled down beside her and slowly started to tickle her there with the soft tip of a feather. Her ecstacy was interupted abruptly as she erupted into loud squeals of laughter, realizing what was being done to her. "...Oh, NO...not..thahahaha........oh myyyyhehehehehehEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.... " Restrained in this position, she was extremely limited in her movements. The poor princess' struggling consisted mostly of tossing her long black hair around in laughter and twisting her shoulders back and forth. She instinctively tried to push her legs down, but was unable to move them far enough to matter. The timer was disregarded once and for all because Princess Alicia was obviously in no position to ever even hope to be able to bring her laughter under control. So, they were going to start their tickling again in enest. The fluffy feathers that had been drifting continuously over her large chest and the sensitive flesh between her legs, suddenly stopped their wonderful tickling and the feather that was being used to tickle around her little butt was removed. Then, two people quickly moved in and began to gently stroke their finger tips over the soft and extra ticklish high arches and insteps of both of her raised little bare feet in a most unbearable way. "...oh, DON't...STOPIT..STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...HAHEHEHE HEHE...." She flexed her leg muscles and pulled and pushed with all the energy she had, but managed only to barely wiggle her feet. The fingers scribbled on, up and down her soft white arches, occasionally claiming her ticklish little toes when she unclenched them. She had found her poor feet to be unbearably ticklish and she laughed with reckless abandon as they were once again tickled beyond any of her control, right in the spots where the peasants' tickling fingers had the most effect on her. This was the cue for Althea and two other peasants to join in. The blond barmaid stood up near the Princess' head, then reached down and started to lightly stroke her up-stretched underarms. Right in the dead centers of her smooth white pits her little finger wiggled and tickled her horribly. So gently......so torturously......in just the worst, most ticklish spots........without the least amount of concern for the unbearable torment that it caused the poor young princess. "....HAHAHA....ohstop......HAHAHAHAHA....ohstop..st op...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......no......NO!......NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHA....", she laughed out of control and her long raven hair flew everywhere and spilled across her milky white skin. One of the other two peasants then began to reach in and goose Alica's thin little waist and maddenlingly drag fingernails gently across her ticklish tummy from one side to the other. Occasionally, she was even given some good rib tickling as her large white breasts bounced madly around. "....THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE.......................... ..THTHTHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAH..." That's when the second peasant started trailing two feathers up and down the long exposed undersides of princess Alicia's vulnerable legs. Starting up near where her ankles were held above her head, the feathers swooped back and forth across her ticklish legs and slowly worked a downward course toward the hollows behind her knees. There, they lingered unfairly, then moved down under her luscious thighs before tickling a horrible return trip to her feet again. "...HAHAHAhah...................................... ..........hehe..." Having her ticklish bare feet, underarms, and sides, being tickled by many skilled fingers and then the sensitive undersides of her legs now unbearably stroked repeatedly with feathers, was finally just more than the young princess could endure. She struggled no more as her body went completely limp. The full red lips of her mouth were open wide in a soundless, but hysterical, laugh that was more intense than any this crowd had ever witnessed before. Her eyebrows were permently furrowed in a "why me" sort of expression and tears of laughter streamed down her cheeks as she glanced helplessly back and forth from one of her tormenters to another. Her body just shook and shook outside of her control. So that she might recapture her breath, the person tickling about her waist and tummy eventually relented, but her little bare feet, soft underarms, and long white legs continued to endure the slow ticklish torture. She renewed the frantic writhing of her beautiful white body. "....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....oh..oh..oh....HEHEh eheheheheh......hhahahaha.........good..heavens.............heheheheheh ehhahahAHAHA..." That is when the princess' earlier wish was finally fulfilled and she felt just the ticklish wet tip of Stephen's tongue start to lick softly around her dripping wet punany. It was beautiful! It was wonderful! She ached for him to kiss her full on her shamefully aroused vagina and her desire returned in full force, then far exceeded the levels she had experienced only moments ago. She wanted desperately to throw off her ticklers and lustfully revel in just the feeling of the peasant boy's tongue, but her dammed feet were being tickled...."EEHEHEHEHE"...and her fucking underarms were being stroked over and over and over and over and over....."AHAHAHAHAHA". She pulled with her arms and pushed with her legs and twisted madly, while unconsciously trying to push her wanton clitoris into the peasant boy's mouth. Sensing this, he finally claimed every inch of the sensitive flesh between her legs with his mouth. He spread her thick sweet lubricant over her pussy lips and over her clitoral hood and even out to her super sensitive inner thighs. There was nowhere between her legs that his knowing tongue and lips did not pleasure her and as he consumed her entirely and repeatedly slipped the tip of his tongue in and out of her virgin hole, she let forth a flood gate of release that left his face bathed in her womanly juices. He no longer moved his mouth and tongue over her, because she shamelessly started humping his face without a care in the world, lost in the powerful orgasmic sensory overload, as she continued to be tickled on her bare feet, knees, and armpits through her earth rattling climax........ "...hehehehe............nnn.........nnn......oh.... .....justlikethat......yahahahaha.nn...........AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHA HAHAHAHAH..." she writhed, twisted, and squirmed into wonderful obliblivion. When it was all over and the princess had dressed herself again, her conversation with Althea and Stephen took a turn away from the evening's events and towards her detestable Queen mother and how much she deserved to be taught a serious lesson! Everyone seemed to agree on this point......for some reason. The End