MIRTH MANOR
                         By Teddy Ruxpin
                    THRONET Tickling Moderator

     Lucy sat in the richly appointed office, dressed in a 15th
century serving maid's costume, waiting for her new boss.  This was
her first day working at Winslow Manor, and she was anxious to get
started.  The money was twice what other tourist attractions paid,
and the Manor was a fascinating place, filled with secret chambers,
hidden rooms, and dozens of legends and stories.
     The door opened and Edward, the 17th Earl Winslow, walked in.
Lucy stood up and curtsied as she'd been taught in the orientation.
"Good Morrow, M'Lord," she said.
     He waved away her courtesy with a smile.  "Thank you, but you
are not on duty yet; you do not have to act the part."  He took a
seat behind his desk and surveyed her file.  "So, this is your
first day, eh?" he said.
     "Yes, sir." She sat down.
     "As you know, we at Winslow Manor pride ourselves on the re-
creation of my ancestor's period and activities; we have become one
of the most exclusive vacation resorts in the British Isles, and we
work very hard to keep up the reputation.  There is a one year
waiting list for reservations.  We will depend on you to help
maintain that spirit, in words and actions."  He glanced at her
file "I see you have already signed the waiver of liability for us;
you understand that in re-creation of history there are some minor
risks?"
     "I understand, sir."
     "Fine;" He said, closing the file, "we'll let you start with
Miranda's tour group, they should be down in the lower portion of
the east wing by now."  He pressed a small button on the desk, and
a startlingly endowed redhead in a scullery maid's uniform came in.
"This is Joyce," said Lord Winslow, "she will take you to Miranda's
group."
     Joyce smiled and took Lucy's hand as she stood up.  "Oh,
you're a darlin' thing aren't you?"  Lucy guessed she was playing
her character. "C'mon," she said, "we'll get you started."
     Joyce led her out of the office, through the dark corridors,
to catch up to the rear of the tour group.
     "Allright," she whispered, "it's showtime; just follow my
lead..remember, we're a couple of wenches in the manor..be
respectful, but just a wee bit of a tart."
     Lucy winked. "Gotcha."
     The tour group was making its way through the ancient halls of
the castle with Miranda, a willowy brunette dressed as a lady in
waiting, briskly leading the way.  "All of stones used in the
construction of Winslow Manor were dug from a quarry, some 50
kilometers away, and transported by wagon to this site."
     "This," she said, pointing to a large iron-bound door, "is the
entrance to the notorious Winslow dungeon, where, it is said, Lord
and Lady Winslow perpetrated their torments upon hapless wenches."
Miranda caught a glimpse of Lucy and Joyce through the group and
arched an eyebrow.  "You there!" she cried, "What are you doing in
the private halls?"
     "I-I was just taking the new wench on a tour, M'lady," said
Joyce, curtsying low.  Lucy did the same.  She turned to Lucy as
they were both bent low.  "Play along," she whispered.
     Miranda looked irate.  "How dare you disrupt us, dragging a
wench through forbidden areas!  Both of you, come with me!"  She
opened the large door and pointed to the stairway sloping downward.
The two wenches did as they were told, followed by Miranda, and the
tour group.
     The dungeon was ancient but well cared for; the antique
stocks, pillories, racks, and other devices were in perfect order.
     A fire gleamed mellowly in the hearth, warming what would have
been a very cold room.  The tour group sat down on a row of wooden
benches that had apparently been put there for that purpose.
Miranda dragged Lucy to the pillory, sitting her on a bench before
the pillory, settling her ankles into the holes and locking the top
half into place.  With a flourish, she removed Lucy's sandals.
Lucy had expected this; she knew they would not actually hurt her.
Miranda gave her a wink, unseen by the group.  Striding around
behind her, she buckled Lucy's wrists to a pole above her head, and
took Joyce by the arm.  "You know the penalty for disobedience,
don't you?" she growled.
     "Y-y-es, M'Lady," Joyce stammered.  She let Miranda lead her
to the rack, and allowed her to fasten the manacles and shackles
securely at her wrists and ankles.  Satisfied that she was secured,
Miranda walked to the end of the rack and turned the large wheel,
stretching Joyce's buxom frame.  As Joyce's body stretched, her
peasant blouse pulled out of her skirt, exposing her stomach just
above and below her navel.
     Miranda stood beside Joyce's helpless form and tugged the
peasant blouse farther up, to just below Joyce's ample bosom, and
tucked the front edge under her bra.  Hooking a finger into the
waist of Joyce's skirt, she pulled the skirt down to rest well
below her belly, exposing Joyce from her breasts to her hips.  The
crowd murmured their approval; Joyce's figure was lush without
being too soft.  Lucy was prepared for this; she had been warned
that some R rated activites may be going on, and she had no qualms
about that.  Besides, Joyce wasn't showing any more skin than if
she were in a bikini.
     Miranda reached into her elaborate headress, pulling out a
long red feather.  Lucy's eyes widened and she gasped as she
thought; Oh, God;  She's going to tickle her!
     Miranda leaned forward and let the feather hover above the
edge of Joyce's blouse.  Joyce immediately began to jabber and
plead; "Please M'lady, No, M'Lady, I b-b-b-eg you!"  Miranda smiled
devilishly and turned to the grinning crowd.
     "What do you think?" she cooed, "Should we release her?"
     "NO!!" cried the group immediately.
     Miranda leaned back over Joyce and let the feather touch her
skin.  Joyce exploded into mad laughter as soon as the feather's
point touched her bare midriff, just below her breasts.
"Heeheeheeheeheeheehahahahahaha!"
     Miranda smirked and let the feather slide back and forth
across Joyce's torso, from side to side.  With each languid stroke
across her body, the feather would go lower; the lower it went, the
wilder Joyce became, bouncing on the rack, howling with laughter.
     "Hahahahahahaheeheeheehee! Pleeeeeeze! Heeheeheehee!"
     Miranda dabbled the feather with delicate slowness between
each rib, causing Joyce to shriek and beg.  Lucy watched in
terrified awe as Joyce twisted in agony, trying desperately to
escape the feather that skittered along her sides.  Her lush
figure, pink with effort, began to shine with perspiration.
     "Heeheeheehee! No More! N-n-n-n-nohohohohohahahaha!"  Joyce
howled as the feather trickled slowly down to her belly.  The
sensation was maddening as Miranda traced the feather around the
rim of her navel, letting the point barely touch the tiny but deep
crevice.

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  The tour group began to roar its approval.
     "Kitchy-Kitchy-Koo," murmured Miranda, "I think we've made a
discovery here."  Joyce babbled and begged, to no avail.
     "Heeheeheeheehee! No M'Lady! Not there, I beg you!"
     Miranda let the feather drop into Joyce's belly button and
twirled it slowly.   Joyce exploded into laughter, thrashing her
head madly back and forth, sucking in her stomach as far as she
could, trying desperately to avoid the feather's touch.  Miranda
simply let the point fall deeper, exploring every nook and cranny.
Joyce was in agony.  "Heeeheeheeheehehahahahahahaaha! Mercy!
Heeheeheeheehee!"
     Mirand held the feather between her palms and began to rub her
hands together briskly, spinning the feather in Joyce's navel.
Joyce screamed pitifully, begging for relief.  After a few more
moments of torment, Miranda let the feather rise from Joyce's
quivering belly and spoke.
     "Do you promise to do whatever I say, wench?"
     Joyce nodded wildy, still giggling. "Heeheehee! Y-y-yes,
M'Lady!"
     Miranda nodded, rose, and began to release Joyce from her
bonds.  She helped Joyce off the rack and looked at Lucy, who had
begun to struggle in anticipation.
     "You will obey me, will you not?" she demanded, looking at
Joyce.
     "Y-y-yes, M'Lady," said Joyce.  She had not attempted to cover
her bare skin.
     "Fine," said Miranda, "I order you to get into these stocks."
     Joyce immediately laid her head and hands into the stocks,
bending at the waist, and Miranda fastened them securely.  She then
moved the entire apparatus to face Lucy's bare feet.
     "I order you to tickle your accomplice," said Miranda.
     "Noooo!" Lucy cried, "Don't!"
     Joyce pleaded with Miranda "Please M'Lady, don't make me; 'tis
to cruel!"
     Miranda gave her a stern look and crouched beside her. "If you
do not, I will be here to...." she reached under Joyce's torso and
dug her fingers into Joyce's bare belly.  Joyce bucked and giggled.
     "Heeheeheehee! No, M'Lady, I'll do what you say! Please!"
Joyce immediately began to scratch her fingernails at the soles of
Lucy's feet.  Lucy erupted in giggles, wiggling her feet.
     "Aahahahahahahahaha! No! Stop! Heeheheheehehehehehee!"
     Joyce's fingers raked along Lucy's soles, making tiny circles
on the ball of each foot.  Lucy struggled, flexing her toes.
"Heeheeheehee! Please! Stop! Hahahahahahahahaha!"  She tugged
against her restraints, but was unable to budge an inch.
     Joyce paused for a moment to let her catch her breath, and was
rewarded with a swift but firm tickling in the crease her belly
made as she bent over.  She yelped and began tickling Lucy's feet
again, scratching just below the toes.  Lucy shrieked and jumped,
screeching girlishly as Joyce traced her fingernails down to Lucy's
heels.  "Eeeeeeheheheheheheeheeheeheehahahaaha!"
     Miranda stood behind Joyce and said, "You're not trying hard
enough.." she leaned over and slipped her arms under Joyce's blouse
and danced her fingers up into her armpits.  Joyce thrashed against
the stocks.
     "Heeheeheehee! No M'Lady! Please! Hahahahahaha!" she cried,
tickling desperately at Lucy's feet.  Lucy cackled insanely, her
laughter ringing off the stone walls.
     "Aaahahahahaaaha! It Tickles, Stop! Noooooo! Hahahaha!"
     Miranda stopped tickling Joyce's armpits and watched her
attack on Lucy's feet for a moment.  Then, reaching up in a recess
in the wall, she produced a clay jar with a crude brush in it.
     Instructing Joyce to pause for a moment, she stirred the brush
in its jar and lifted it, letting the group see the honey dripping
from it.  She then brushed the honey all over Lucy's bare feet,
deep between the toes, down the sole, and over the arch.  Lucy
burst into helpless giggles as the honey dripped along her soles.
     "Heeheeheeheehee! Oh, God, Stop! Hahahahahahaha!"
     Miranda stepped back to view her handiwork and nodded
approvingly.  "Now, wench," she said imperiously, "lick her clean."
     Lucy screamed as Joyce's pointed tongue began to lap quickly
at her naked feet, darting between her toes, lapping up the sticky
goo.  Lucy convulsed in gales of laughter, her hands working
furiously in their bonds.
     "Hahahahahahahaha! Pleeeeeheheeheeheeheeeze!"
     Joyce sucked on each toe greedily.  The group shouted and
applauded appreciatively as she slid her tongue along the underside
of Lucy's toes, slurping and nibbling at the ticklish flesh.  Lucy
was in hysterics, tears streaming down her face.
     "Eeeeeheeheeheeheehee! No More! Hahahahhahaaha!" she howled,
as she began to wonder if this job was really worth it.  Joyce
continued to slurp at her feet like a hungry mammal, dragging her
teeth along Lucy's heels.  Miranda sat behind Lucy on the bench and
wormed her hands under her blouse, tickling her ribs and belly.
     "Aahahahahaha! Too Ticklish! Pleeeheeheheheeheheheheeze!"
Lucy screamed, as Miranda's fingers found her erect nipples and
began to tweak them gently while Joyce's tongue rasped along her
soles.  Lucy threw her head back and screamed with laughter, as the
crowd stood up and began to throw coins and paper money at the
trio.  Miranda slipped her hands down Lucy's torso, tickling her
soft belly as she undid the tie on Lucy's skirt.  Lucy bucked and
squirmed as Miranda slid her hands under the front of Lucy's skirt,
tickling her low on her belly, just above the pubic mound.  Her
fingers began to wriggle down into the soft hair; Lucy screeched
madly as Miranda's fingers began to skitter all over her groin.  It
was too much; when the orgasm burst through her, Lucy screamed hard
enough to hurt her throat ache, and lapsed into unconsciousness.
     She awoke lying on a mat in the dungeon, covered with a soft
blanket.  Joyce was patting her shoulder gently.
     "Are you all right?" she said, her face tight with concern.
     "Uh, yes, I'm O.K," said Lucy, looking around, "Where is she?"
     "Miranda?" said Joyce. "She's here..the group has gone; you
made over two hundred in tips."
     "Now what?" said Lucy, sitting up slowly.
     Joyce smiled.  "Miranda broke a Manor rule when she took you
too far so soon into your employ;" she said, "we have some work to
do now." She gestured to the rack, where Miranda laid strapped
down, stripped to her thong panties.
     Lucy staggered to her feet, feeling better already.  "Indeed,"
she said, walking unsteadily to the rack, "I think I may enjoy
this."
     Miranda saw her approach and began to plead.  "No, wait, I'm
sorry....I didn't mean any harm...Please!"  She moaned as Lucy
picked up the feather and waved it over her breasts.
     "I think I'm gonna like it here," she said, touching the
feather to Miranda's left nipple.  The burst of helpless laughter
was incredibly satisfying as she brushed the feather back and
forth.  "Definitely," she said, "You folks know how to have a good
time."

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