The Mistress grinned widely from ear to ear, watching as 3 young ladies were absolutely tortured. She could feel a heat within herself start to rise. In one hand, she was jealous that the girls got to have all the fun, but in the other, she thoroughly enjoyed watching as the torment continued.
All the other ladies were cowered to the other end of the hedge, except for the two that remained caught in the hedge not even 10 feet from where the monsters were. Those two girls were catching with fear as the monsters mercilessly tickled the three girls with their vine-like tentacles. They could not do anything about it themselves, not even move more than two feet from their current predicament. They worried about whether they would be next. Not a single lady uttered a word of protest in fears that they would be tickle tortured the same way as the three girls.
The Mistress came closer to the three ladies caught in the tentacles. Victoria was still squirming with all her might, trying to escape as she let out soundless laughter. Tears were rolling down her face as it glowed beat red. This made the Mistress grin widely, giving off a slight chuckle as she hovered by. She moved over to Marissa's tickle torment location on the hedge and noticed that she too was struggling with all her might. Her laughter was audible, but only when she was able to catch her breath. The tickling on her was utterly relentless and merciless. There weren't tears yet, but they would soon come. The Mistress was still very pleased with this as she hovered, feeling the heat within her build more and more. Finally she hovered over to me, on the other end of Victoria. I was struggling, but not as much as the other two girls. My laughter was loud and piercing, almost like a cackle. Hearing this made the Mistress chuckle more than watching Victoria suffer. She only hovered there and watched with a wide grin on her face and an evil stare in her eyes.
She watched for a long time, staring at our naked bodies as the buds of the tentacles gyrated there way about our bodies with slippery, feather-like petals. She stared ominously as each individual part of our bodies was tickled without mercy, starting at our feet, watching the buds slip their way into our toes and across our arches.
She noticed that Marissa and Victoria were both trying to scrunch their feet, but I was trying to spread my toes. 'Why on Earth would this girl try to spread her toes?' wondered the Mistress. The thought of possibilities that rushed through her head made her warmth grow up to a striking level of heat.
'Mmm, delicious ideas all coming to mind. What should I do?' she wondered some more.
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