Despite all previous thoughts and worries, I decided to reach over to Becky's cell and grab at one of the hands.
My arm slides through the iron bars slowly and reaches for a hand. I quickly snatch one up and bring it close to me with the tightest grip I have so it can't escape. All hands cease tickling and face towards me, as if they could 'see' me... odd
"Stop this nonsense or the hand gets it!" I say as I squeeze harder on the hand, which struggles to escape.
"Hmph, silly Emily," said the Mistress. "What is one hand among countless others? Besides, you just made the biggest mistake of your life. HANDS!"
And with that, a whole group of hands bombards me, poking and grabbing at me. I try to fight them off, but they grab at my ligaments, quickly pinning me in place while standing. The Mistress saunters up to my cell door, opens it and walks in.
"Now you shall know how big your mistake was," said the Mistress. "But I won't let you suffer alone. I'll have Melissa over there watch you as you are mercilessly tortured. She and I are going to have a little chat while we watch you suffer."
"Why are you doing this?" I ask in a commanding tone.
The Mistress shakes her head slowly, saying, "All in good time, my dear... all in good time."
She then turns to the cell door to walk out, bringing the hands and me with her. "Grab Melissa too!" she commands.
Half of the hands that are holding me go to grab Melissa, and I try to take advantage of that by struggling and wriggling free. Nothing seems to be working, but I continue to struggle and wriggle. I could hear Melissa shriek a little and struggle to not be grabbed.
The Mistress unlocks Melissa's door and she also comes with us, being lifted and carried as I was by these hands. The Mistress then opens the main door into the dungeon, allowing us to 'float' by and continue down a hallway. She then closes the door and locks it behind her and proceeds to lead us down this hallway. As she passes us, she gives both of us a quick tickle on our bellies, causing me to giggle and Melissa to shriek with laughter.
"Oh this is going to be so much fun," said the Mistress with a grin.
We come up to a door, which the Mistress opens, and we 'float' into the room. Inside is a wooden chair with restraints and gears on it and a comfy looking chair decorated with tiny feathers everywhere. I could also see a pair of stocks in the corner. Melissa is put in the wooden chair by the hands and clamped into place on her wrists, arms, legs, ankles and midsection while I remain floating in the air with these hands.
"Now, Melissa, I will give you the option as to how this poor Emily is to be tickled. We can either strip her down and put her in the feathery chair which we can turn on with the flick of a switch, or we can put her in the stocks and have our way with her," explained the Mistress gleefully.
Melissa remained silent, causing the grin on the Mistress' face to slowly disappear.
"Very well then, looks like we'll have to torture you first," said the Mistress as she went behind the chair and rotated some gears.
Melissa's chair shifted, causing her arms to point straight out at first. Her arms were then forced up in the air and her back lowered so that she was parallel with the ground. Then her feet were also forced up.
"What are you doing? What's going on?" screamed Melissa as panic clearly struck her.
The Mistress exclaimed, "Make a choice, or else you will be stripped, oiled and tickled all over. Will Emily be tortured on the chair or in the stocks?"
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