Matching Stocks.

Mavis Dracula sat in her room, feeling bored. She was tired of reading the same old books, and there was nothing on TV that appealed to her. As she glanced around the messy room, her eyes landed on a pile of old wood scraps. Mavis stared at it and an idea popped out in her mind... Gwen had no idea what was coming as she approached the house. She had been invited by Mavis, for the day. But as soon as she crossed the door, Mavis pounced. "Gwen Tennyson, you're under arrest!" Mavis declared, grabbing Gwen's wrists and binding them behind her back. "You will be my prisoner for the day!" - "What are you doing?" Gwen protested, shocked by Mavis's sudden attack. "You'll find out soon enough," Mavis replied with a mischievous grin. She pushed Gwen onto a chair, and tied her wrists to the back of the chair. "Now, sit there and be quiet," Mavis commanded. "I have something special planned for you." Gwen watched as Mavis rummaged through the room. She pulled out a pair of sturdy-looking stocks, placing them in front of Gwen. "What are those?" Gwen asked, feeling uneasy. "Those, dear Gwen, are going to be your new home for the day," Mavis replied, a devilish glint in her eye. Gwen looked at the stocks, realizing that she would be stuck in those, her head running wild. She tried to protest, but her words were cut off as Mavis quickly stepped forward, removing her shoes and socks. "No! Stop it!" Gwen cried, struggling against her bindings. But it was no use. Mavis was too strong for her, and she found herself being pushed down into the stocks. As Gwen sits in the stocks, feeling helpless and embarrassed, Mavis takes a moment to admire her work. Her victim is trapped, and the fun can begin. Gwen get for a moment. She can't move her arms, and she can't get to her feet. She's at Mavis's mercy. Mavis steps forward, a sly grin on her face. She reaches down and traces her fingers along the tops of Gwen's foot, making sure the girl feels the touch. Then she moves closer, wrapping her fingers around Gwen's toes and pulling them apart. Gwen, surprised, squirms and wriggles, trying to escape the uncomfortable feeling. With a devilish flourish, Mavis leans forward and begins to tickle Gwen's soles with her fingertips. Gwen tries to hold back her laughs, but it's hopeless. Soon she's helplessly giggling and struggling against the leather straps. Mavis enjoys the moment. She knows that she's in for a long day of teasing and tormenting her captive. Mavis leaned over and wrapped her fingers around Gwen's right foot, tickling the sole with a soft but relentless touch. Gwen wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape the sensation, but the straps held her tight. "STOP!" Gwen pleaded, laughing despite herself. "Please, Mavis, I'll do anything you want, just please stop! It's too ticklish!" Mavis just chuckled and continued her assault, tickling Gwen's toes, one by one, before moving up to her arches and then back down to the pads of her feet. Gwen squealed and tried to kick her away, but she couldn't move her feet more than a few inches in any direction. Mavis continued to tickle Gwen's feet, occasionally pausing to tease other parts of her body before going back to her feet. Gwen's giggling turned to grunts and moans as the tickling grew more intense, but Mavis refused to stop. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mavis moved her hands away from Gwen's feet. Gwen sighed in relief, but didn't dare to move. She knew that Mavis was just getting started, and she wasn't sure what else the vampire had in store for her. Mavis stepped back, watching as Gwen caught her breath. She was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her cheeks. Mavis nodded, satisfied with her work, before turning around and walking away. Gwen sat in the stocks, feeling exhausted and embarrassed, wondering what was next. As Mavis continued to taunt Gwen, she suddenly remembered the purple hairbrush that she had hidden behind her back. She brought it out, proudly displaying it to Gwen. "What's this, dear Gwen?" Mavis asked. Gwen's eyes widened as she recognized the hairbrush. It like the one she had, and she knew the bristles were round and stiff. Gwen's eyes widened in terror. She had no idea how bad that hairbrush would be, but she knew that it couldn't be good. "Oh no, please, Mavis, don't use that on me!" she begged. "I'll do anything, just please don't use the brush!" Mavis just smiled and put the hairbrush in her hair. She started running it through her long black locks, making sure Gwen watched closely. Then she turned the brush upside down, showing the bristles. "P-please, Mavis, don't use that on my f-feet!" Gwen pleaded, trying to keep a brave face despite feeling completely helpless. Mavis looked at the purple hairbrush in her hand and grinned mischievously at Gwen. "What's wrong, Gwen? Are you afraid of a little tickle?" Gwen's eyes widened in horror. "No, please don't! I'll do anything!" But Mavis wasn't persuaded. She stepped towards Gwen, holding the brush up to her face. "Anything, you say?" Gwen nodded frantically. "Yes, anything!" Mavis nodded solemnly. "In that case, you'll have to let me tickle your feet." Gwen gasped in shock. "What? No! I can't!" With a mischievous grin, Mavis stepped forward and placed the hairbrush against one of Gwen's sole. She pushed down, gently at first, but quickly increasing the pressure. Gwen squealed and wriggled, trying to escape, but Mavis held the brush firm. As the hairbrush moved from toes to arches and back again, Gwen's laughter turned to yelps, and then to screams. She begged and pleaded for mercy, but Mavis was in no mood to listen. With each pass of the brush, Gwen's laughter turned to crying. She pleaded and pleaded, but Mavis was deaf to her cries. She kept the brush moving, and Gwen's feet became a mass of ticklish flesh. Gwen begged for mercy, but Mavis was having too much fun. "Oh, please, stop! It's too ticklish! I can't stand it anymore!" Gwen cried, her body shaking with laughter. Mavis just kept going, her eyes sparkling with mischief, enjoying the sound of Gwen's helpless laughter. This was the best part of the whole day for her, and she wouldn't stop until she had squeezed every bit of enjoyment out of it. "You're a monster," Gwen gasped, gasping for breath. Mavis grinned at her, smug and proud. "That's right, I am a monster. And you're mine to do with as I please." With a smug grin, Mavis held one of Gwen's feet still with one hand, while using the other hand to tickle it with the hairbrush. Gwen's legs jerked in the stocks as the tickling continued, her laughter quickly turning to frantic, panting giggles. Mavis chuckled at her friend's distress, feeling powerful and in control. She reveled in the control that she held over Gwen, using the tickling both to amuse herself and to assert her dominance. As the hours passed, Gwen's laughter turned to desperate pleas for mercy. She begged and pleaded with Mavis to stop, but the vampire was unrelenting. She continued to tickle Gwen's feet, occasionally mixing in some other types of tickles to keep her friend off balance. Gwen's laughter turned to screams as the tickling became unbearable. She kicked and struggled, but she was unable to escape from the stocks. She was completely at Mavis's mercy. Mavis tickled Gwen's foot in every conceivable way, using the hairbrush to explore every nook and cranny of Gwen's foot. She worked her way up to the arch of Gwen's foot, then moved to the heel, then to the underside of her toes. It was as if Gwen's entire foot was a sensitive spot that Mavis could not resist. As the sun began to set, Mavis turned her attention towards Gwen's feet, massaging them gently with lotion. Gwen was puzzled by the sudden change in Mavis's behavior, but she couldn't help but feel relieved to have a moment of respite from the tickling and torture that Mavis had put her through. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh of relief. But Mavis wasn't finished with her yet. Just when Gwen thought it was over, Mavis abruptly stopped massaging her feet and looked at her mischievously. Mavis then quickly tied Gwen's big toes back, leaving both of her feet taut, exposed and covered in slippery oil. Gwen let out a yelp of surprise as she felt her feet being tied back, leaving her even more helpless than before. She struggled against the straps, trying to break free, but she was trapped. Mavis then leaned in close and whispered in Gwen's ear, "Don't worry, Gwen. This is just the next phase of your ordeal. And it's not going to be pretty." Gwen's eyes widened in horror as she realized that Mavis had no intention of letting her go. She was at the vampire's mercy, and there was nothing she could do to escape the torture that lay ahead. Mavis waved the second hairbrush in the air, smiling mischievously at Gwen. "Oh, look what I have here!" Mavis said, her voice dripping with excitement. "A second hairbrush, just for you!" Gwen pleaded with her, begging her to let her go, but Mavis only teased her more. "You should save your breath," she said. "You're going for a ride, friend.” Without warning, Mavis quickly gagged Gwen's mouth with a ballgag, stifling her screams. Now unable to speak, Gwen was completely at Mavis's mercy. Mavis then blindfolded her, cutting off her vision and leaving her even more vulnerable. "I want you to experience this to the fullest." With a sadistic smirk on her face, Mavis leaned in close to Gwen's ear. "Time to make you feel something you've never felt before." As she watched Gwen’s feet squirm in anticipation, Mavis added; "Well, Gwen, it looks like I don't need to hold your feet back anymore. The ropes are taking care of that, aren't they?" Gwen's pleaded were muffled against the gag in her mouth, but they were still audible.Gwen whimpered and shook her head violently, trying to signal her protest, but it was too late, Mavis finally started inflicting what would be the most extreme tickle sensation that Gwen had ever felt. She started by using only one hairbrush, moving it back and forth between Gwen's toes and soles, tickling her with a swift, rapid motion. The oil that Mavis had used made Gwen's skin extra sensitive, and the hairbrushes felt like a thousand tiny needles scratching her. As Gwen squirmed and tried to escape, Mavis switched to her second hairbrush, using it to tickle the arch of Gwen's foot. This caused Gwen to writhe and twist uncontrollably, her body wracked with ecstasy and laughter even as she tried to writhe away from the tickling torture. The touch of the hairbrush on her oily soles was too much to bear, and she let out muffled groans of helplessness as she squirmed and twisted in her stocks. Mavis took her time, running the brush up and down Gwen's soles, tracing her toes and tickling her arches. She enjoyed seeing Gwen's muffled reaction, knowing that she had complete control over her and could keep tickling her till dawn. As she continued to run the brushes up and down Gwen's soles, it became more intense. The oil that Mavis had applied to Gwen's feet earlier, made things much worse for Gwen. It made her feet even more slick and sensitive, making the tickling even more intense. Gwen couldn't fight back, couldn't even voice her displeasure. She was completely at Mavis' mercy. As the hours went by, Gwen's struggles grew weaker, her body exhausted from the unrelenting tickling. She was trapped in an endless cycle of tickling and torture, her mind spinning with fear and desperation. The ropes held her legs taut and exposed, leaving her completely helpless as Mavis inflicted the most extreme tickle sensation Gwen had ever felt. Gwen twisted and squirmed, her body wracking with helpless, muffled screams. Her feet were on fire as the hairbrushes tickled her soles, toes, and arches relentlessly. The ropes made it impossible for her to break free, and the blindfold and gag prevented her from seeing or speaking.Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions - fear, humiliation, desperation. She wanted more than anything to end this ordeal, but she knew there was no escape. The ropes held her securely in place, and the gags muffled her cries for mercy. The tickling grew more intense, and Gwen could feel her body shaking with laughter and fear. The hours crawled by, and Gwen's exhaustion grew greater and greater. She began to nod off, but Mavis was relentless. Every time Gwen's head nodded, Mavis would tickle her again, waking her back up. Gwen's body shook and quivered with exhaustion, but she couldn't stop the continuous laughter. Mavis only seemed to become more sadistic. She would stop for a moment, allowing Gwen's laughter to die down a bit, only to unleash another assault on her sensitive soles, tickling her relentlessly with the hairbrushes. As the night wore on, Gwen began to lose track of time. The only thing she could think about was when the tickle torture would finally end. She wished she could just fall asleep and forget about it all, but the tickling was too intense for her to even close her eyes. She felt completely helpless and trapped, at the mercy of Mavis's cruel tickle torture. Gwen found herself hoping for daylight, for some sign that this nightmare would end. But the sun refused to rise, and Gwen was left alone in the dark, at the mercy of Mavis's wickedness and the intense tickling of the two hairbrushes.Mavis tickled Gwen with both hairbrushes, alternating between them to give Gwen brief moments of respite before unleashing a fresh bout of tickling. She writhed and writhed in her bonds, her body wracked with uncontrollable giggles and laughter. Finally, as the first light of the sun began to peek through the windows, Mavis stopped. She untied Gwen's bonds, releasing the restraints that had held her captive. Gwen collapsed onto the floor, exhausted and still gasping for breath from the intensity of the tickling. Mavis leaned in close, her eyes gleaming in the faint light of the rising sun. "You've been a very good sport, Gwen. But don't think this is the end. I'll never tire of playing with you. You're mine to do with as I please."