SHEER TORTURE M/F-F Tickle Fiction
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SHEER TORTURE
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-1-
Amaye, Normandy June 20th, 1944
The allied invasion of Normandy was going well. The Allied forces front line
extended as far as Livry and it would be a matter of days before the French
town of Amaye was in allied hands.
Anna Gaumond worked for the Grand Chateau Amaye. A once bustling hotel that
now
served as the local German headquarters for the Gestapo. Anna was chief
hostess
to the hotel's current Nazi guests. She also secretly served in the local
French resistance. Her job was a dangerous one. She gathered information for
the allied forces operating in Europe right under the noses of the German
secret police.
Anna prepared herself for another day of intelligence gathering. She stood
staring at herself in her full length mirror. She was dressed only in her
undergarments. She wore a cotton garter belt with broderie Anglaise panel,
in
white with coal black embroidered decorations and all-round lace edging.
She looked at herself and seen a young woman of twenty staring back at her.
She
felt aged beyond her years from the stress she was under. Her breasts were
small but perfect in shape and form. Her nipples stood erect from the cold
breeze which blew in from her open balcony door.
Anna's dark hair was cut short for convience. Her pretty powder-blue eyes
blinked at her image in the mirror. She needed a man. A real French man. She
dreaded the thought of another day spent in the arms of that German Gestapo
pig
Gunther Student. What she did with him behind closed door was in the name of
the French Liberation. Although it still made her skin crawl.
Anna lifted her bare right foot and rested it upon a foot stool near the
base
of the mirror. She looked down and inspected her ruby-red painted toes. She
wiggled them and shivered at the thought of Gunther's slobbering over them.
"
God how it tickled!" She thought and gave way to a frown upon her face.
"Tickling" another of this Nazi dog's perversions she thought. "Thank God I
broke him of that." She nodded to herself.
Anna picked up the pair of ultra sheer black stockings Gunther had brought
her
from his trip to Paris. She rolled one over her right foot and pulled it up
her
thigh and fastened it to her garter belt with her black enameled metal
suspender-clips. She adjusted the tabs and then repeated the process with
her
left leg.
Anna posed in the mirror. She spun around and glanced over her shoulder
making
sure the stockings seams were straight. She bent down and adjusted her
embroidered heels and reinforced toes.
Anna completed her outfit with a short white dress with a pair of white
highheel shoes. Anna cleared her throat, put on a smile and left her room
headed for the common room below.
Gunther stood patiently and waited for Anna's arrival at the base of the
Hotels
spiraling stair case. Gunther stood nearly six feet tall. But his massive
beer
belly and uncouth behavior diminished what little character he may have had.
"Good morning Mademoiselle" Gunther said while clicking his heels together
and
taking her hand for an affectionate kiss.
"Good Morning Herr Gunther" Anna bowed.
"Your services are required in the chateau's cellar this morning Anna."
Gunther
paused taking her by the hand.
"Do come along" He prodded.
"Something was wrong" Anna thought. She glanced around and noticed the guard
and the hotel entrance had been doubled. The usual busy morning crowd was
nowhere to be seen.
"Herr Gunther. I am sorry but I do believe I left something up in my room."
Anna said nervously.
" It can wait my sweet." Gunther said tightening his grip on her hand.
"His voice had venom in it" She thought.
Anna turned to see two soldiers appear from around the corner. They glanced
at
Gunther and then took flanking positions behind the couple. Anna blood ran
ice
cold. She knew she had been discovered.
-2-
Anna was led down into the cellar. The old wine cellar had been long since
raped of it's precious fluids and was converted into a Nazi interrogation
room.
Anna was led to a set of wooden stocks. A left over from the town's medieval
past.
The two soldiers took over from there and roughly sat her down upon a wooden
bench at the rear of the stocks. Her ankles were yanked up and placed
roughly
in the stocks padded holes. Anna lost one shoe in the process but the
soldiers
did not seem to care. The soldiers then secured her wrists which were held
in
similar holes above but out of reach of her feet. The wooden brace was
slammed
down locking her in place.
A distant brief hail of gunfire could be heard.
"That was your informant my love." Said Gunther with a smile.
"Shut up you dirty pig!" Anna yelled in French.
Gunther raised his eye brows and began to laugh.
"What a spitfire you are! Eva will have a fun time taming you." Gunther
snickered as he approached the stocks.
"Eva is an SS officer. Her specialty is torture. I had her flown here from
Berlin just to deal with you. I have known about you for weeks. You and your
pathetic resistance. Our forces will drive your allies from this soil once
and
for all!" Gunther preached.
"Think again you worthless pig. Your army is broken. The Reich is over."
Anna
snarled.
Gunther was just barely able to control himself. He wanted to beat the
French
whore senseless. But he maintained control and then smiled at the thought of
her torment.
"Guess what your torture is going to be sweet angel?" Gunther smiled
Anna starred defiantly at her captor. Her eyes burning with hatred.
Gunther slowly walked to the foot of the stocks and slowly ran a finger
along
the sheer sole of her shoeless left foot.
Anna jumped but was unable to move her foot from his reach. Her toes
scrunched
down as she wrinkled and unwrinkled her stocking sole to escape his tickling
touch.
Gunther smiled and dragged his finger up and down her defenseless sole. He
stopped and drew little circles on her heel, arch, and ball of her foot.Anna
fought to surpress her laughter. But when Gunther tickled at the base of her
toes. Anna went wild and broke down laughing and begging for relief.
Gunther stopped and waited for her sweet giggles to subside.
"Tickles? Does it not? How does the sheer nylon feel upon your foot?"
Gunther
giggled.
Anna's jaw dropped in recognition of his words. "The bastard gave those
stockings to me on purpose. He had this in mind all the damn while." Anna's
thoughts screamed in her head.
Anna had always been well aware of her weakness when it came to tickling.
But
her feet were the absolute worst when it came to being ticklish. She could
not
stand to have her feet touched. Gunther's foot fetish drove her insane and
she
finally forbid him of any foot play. But now she was helpless and her feet
were
trapped in those damn nylons. The sheer fabric quadrupled her ticklishness.
Anna was in deep trouble.
Anna heard the click of the SS officer's heels as she descended the cellar's
stone staircase.
Eva Fromm was a beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyed product of the Reich in
her
late thirties. She was dressed from head to toe in black leather. She
entered
the cellar and ordered Gunther out.
"I am here to ring the truth out of you dear girl." Eva barked.
Tears flowed from Anna's eyes. Gunther's brief tickling had nearly taken her
over the edge.
"I understand you love to be tickled." Eva chortled moving ever closer to
Anna's captive soles.
"You bitch! You know I hate it! Get on with your dirty work and stop playing
games!" Anna yelled in defiance.
"Very well." Eva said and she brandish ten long fingernails and wiggled them
gently in the air with a smile.
Anna braced herself for the attack. But nothing she could do could have
prepared her for Eva's devilish assault.
Eva ripped the remaining shoe from Anna's foot and attacked her wiggling
nylon
clad soles with a vengeance. Her nails rippled across Anna's ticklish soles
making sure to pay special attention to her arches and wiggling toes.Anna
screamed with laughter and begged for the torture to stop. But Eva continued
to
stroke her sensitive soles without mercy.
Eva's talons played havoc on Anna's ultra ticklish feet. Her toes wiggled
and
curled.Her soles gripped in ticklish agony. But Eva just laughed and
scrambled
her nails across the sheer nylon fabric. "Very fiendish of Herr Gunther to
provide these wonderful stockings." Eva thought as she delighted in her
captives torment.
Eva gripped Anna's right ankle and leaned in very close to her sole while
she
continued to tickle with her free hand. Anna's obvious torture was making
the
vicious SS officer very wet. Eva loved to tickle torture a beautiful woman,
and
this war had provided her with many wonderful opportunities to do just that.
Eva took in the foot's rich aroma and gently bit the big toe causing Anna to
gasp between her hysterics. Eva smiled and looked upon the sweating face of
her
captive. Anna's eyes shed tears and pleaded for the tickling to stop. Her
hair
was matted and she could barely catch her breath.
"You are so very ticklish. I can just tickle you forever." Eva said as she
dropped her free hand to her own crotch and began to rub and moan.
Eva maintained the grip she had on Anna's ankle. She continue to nibble her
way
up and down Anna's squirming toes. Eva could taste the salty sweat of Anna's
ticklish soles through the fabric. The toe nibbling was driving poor Anna
insane. Her laughter boomed.
-3-
Anna's hysterical screams of laughter could be heard in the hotel's common
area
above. More than one serving wench had been pulled across the laps of Nazi
officers and viciously rib tickled in response to Anna's tortured laughter.
Even the chateau owner's daughter had been carried to the floor by several
overzealous patrons.Two German aristocrats held her arms pinned to the floor
while two Nazi officers ripped off her shoes and began a merciless tickling
of
her silky nylon covered soles. Her toes wiggled wildly and she shrieked with
laughter as a crowd formed around her egging the ticklers on.
Back in The cellar. Eva bit down on Anna's sheer silky toes and orgasm
powerfully as she rubbed her crotch raw with her free hand. The sadistic SS
officer relented from her task of torture and stood up shuddering from her
climax. Her eyes watering as she smiled down at her giggling and weeping
captive.
"Thank you . You are highly entertaining." Eva said giving Anna's soles a
quick
stroke.
Anna jumped and shrieked at the slight touch and began to babble and beg for
mercy.
"There is no mercy for spys." Eva shouted.
"Please. I'll do anything you want. No more tickling!" Anna sobbed.
"Guess what I am going to do to you French spy." Eva snickered.
Anna looked into the evil officer's eyes and pleading for mercy.
"Put a bullet in my head! I can't stand another moment of your tickling!"
Anna
screamed.
Eva through her head back and screamed with laughter. " I intend on tickling
you to death poor dear." Eva said starting to scramble her nails across
Anna's
soles once again.
Anna pulled at her stocks like a mad woman. She was frantic for escape. She
truly could no longer take the awful tickling anymore.
"Please! Please take off the damn stockings! They tickle so bad!" Anna
squealed
Neither Eva or Anna, or the soldiers and patrons above. Heard the bombs as
they
began to drop. But after a brief moment of chaos darkness descended.
-Epilogue-
Anna awoke in a Red Cross care station several days later. The allies had
liberated Amaye. A direct hit from an allied bombing attack had leveled the
Grand Chateau Amaye. Eva and Herr Gunther were among the casualties.
-The End-
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