Aryanne felt Josef's strong hands slide up the length of her captive soles. "Mmmm, I certainly believe sharing your resources equally among your fellow ponies is nice," he began. Then, his nails dug deeply into the bare skin above her heels. Aryanne tensed up in her bindings, instinctively trying to curl her toes. Too bad those blasted toe-cuffs happened to be the perfect size to hold her feet fast, vulnerable to anyone who wanted to experience them.

"But, perhaps keeping a little something to myself would be understandable," he finished. Aryanne clenched her teeth and shut her eyes tight as Josef began to skate his greedy fingers all over her soles.

"PffftBAHAHAHA!!" she cried out, forced giggles leaving her lungs in droves. Unfortunately for Aryanne, even the sheer amount of foot-fun sessions with her RM, Anonymous, weren't able to prepare her for this sort of intensive tickling. What he did was gentle, stimulating...what the Hooviet leader was up to, was nothing short of selfish. His nimble, adventurous fingers raked up and down Aryanne's captive feet without any hint of consideration for her own comfort. She continued to howl with laughter, her tickle-induced brain deducing that it couldn't get any harder than this.

But then it did.

Nechoslovak leader Antall Novotny joined in to assist in Aryanne's rough ticklish torment. His thinner, longer fingers began to explore the rest of her toned, yet oh-so-sensitive naked body. He decided to start by driving his hands deep into her restrained underarms, earning him a desperate jolt of her body and a giggle-filled squeal that echoed off the walls of the prison cell.

"EEEEEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!" Aryanne screamed, as Josef's fingers sharply stimulated the spaces between her tough, flexible toes. They were strong, yes, but not nearly strong enough to break out of the metal cuffs they were trapped in. But Josef's obsession with tormenting her pristine white peds was not the only thing she had to deal with here. Antall wasn't bothering to show even a modicum of leeway or mercy. And he certainly wasn't focusing on just one horribly sensitive area of the Führer's body.

He wasn't satisfied just giving her armpits everything he had in the way of tickling. Despite the overwhelming amount of torment that was clouding her mind with both laughter, and the slightest hint of warmth between her legs, she could feel his hands working their way towards the center of her nude torso. She let out a loud yelp when he grabbed hold of her well-endowed breasts, before melting back into a gasping pile of giggles.

Josef looked up at Aryanne's blushing face, noting that the colour matched the slight shade of red on her barely-moving feet, and relinquished his grip on her toes, sitting back and signalling to Antall to tone it down. This was so she could gasp for breath, which she did with vigour when the Nechoslovak president slowed his tickling to a gentle grope-massage.

"Hah...ahhh..." Aryanne panted, squeezing her own thighs together. The tingling in her feet was starting to have a little more of an effect on the poor military mare, but neither of the two tickled her enough to bring her to orgasm. Perhaps she was just a little too...on-guard to accept such pleasure?

Maybe it wasn't so bad for her...she was beginning to drip between her legs. Neither of the two noticed (or cared) that she was getting hot and heavy, but if she just laid down and accepted that the two had her in their grasp...

"That was a fun ten minutes, Aryanne. As much as I LOVE feeling those sexy soles of yours...I think it's time for other things to be used," Josef said, to Aryanne's complete shock. Ten minutes? That TORTURE was only ten minutes long?

But Aryanne had no time to respond. Josef had been searching through the little chest in the corner of the cell while he spoke, and he had brought a few things back to her feet with him. And he didn't hesitate to begin USING those things.

Her naked feet were subjected to two different, equally torturous sensations. Her right, which was sweating profusely from Josef's heavy focus on it earlier, was being assaulted by a large, firm brush. The bristles, every single one of them, dragged over the slick, unmoving surface like it was nothing, causing a rough, scratchy sort of ticklishness on every inch of the skin. Wherever this deeply-digging brush explored on her right foot, it brought sensations that were both agonising and sexy to her nerves.

The left foot, which was spared slightly from Josef's wrath earlier, was now being put under much more precise torment than the right sole. A single stainless steel fork slowly, but much more firmly dragged its way from her mid-toe spaces, over her curvy arch, and below her heel. This combination of opposing methods of tickling caused her to clench and rub her thighs together, as well as to cry out with unbelievable amounts of forced laughter.

"ZUVIEL ZUVIE-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Aryanne managed to choke out in between her howling. But this didn't faze Josef Stallion in the slightest, he kept right on with his tickling routines and enjoying the use of the tools. Antall, however, continued to enjoy the use of his hands to scratch along her sensitive breasts, and then pinch every inch of skin slightly until he worked his way over to her sides.

Aryanne tried to thrash madly in her bindings, but she was too weak from the continuous violation of her body. Wherever she tried to pull, Antall's fingers continued to squeeze and scratch along her vulnerable ribcage, and she could do nothing about it.

And then, something between her legs caught Antall's eye as his fingers slid along her lower sides.

"Oh my, is dear Aryanne...ENJOYING this, i wonder? I hope you see what I see, Mr. Stallion..." he pointed out. Josef took a single look between the captive mare's legs, and nodded to the Nechoslovak president.

Antall Josef Novotny decided to dial up his methodical tickling to eleven. Being careful and slow wasn't going to satisfy him, or his beautiful tickle pet, much longer. His grabby hands left her lower sides alone, and his right set of fingers scribbled wildly along Aryanne's toned navel, his nails leaving slight red lines in their wake. His left hand, meanwhile, gave a hearty grope to her firm, but sensitive backside, and then immediately his fingers spidered over the shape of her adorable cutie mark.

To stop her from flailing around in her bindings, where she belonged, Antall climbed up onto the table and sat down so his legs held onto Aryanne's sides. Now that her torso was fully trapped, and she couldn't concentrate due to Josef's masterful work on her beautiful, sexy feet, he decided to switch his hands. His left was now scraping over her cute belly in long vertical lines, and his right set of fingers traced the shape of her highly-sensitive cutie mark.

Aryanne began to cry for help through her tears and her unending squeals of laughter, but that was music to Josef's ears, encouraging him to attack her feet with more force. Due to the sweat coating both of them in equal amounts, each tool he used was able to glide over her soles with unprecedented ease, sending heated vibrations all the way up to the loins of the Führer.

Aryanne couldn't escape. She couldn't move any longer, and she was completely at the mercy of her two tickle-obessed captors. And she definitely couldn't take the arousal invading her mind anymore.

Josef had switched gears with the awful tools. Now the stainless steel fork was erratically sliding all across her sole, getting deep under her soft skin with ease. The firm, rough brush was now the one focusing mostly on her toes, invading the sacred spots in between, and slipping directly across the undersides that weren't covered by the metal cuffs. But that didn't mean her bright red, right sole was left out of the mix. The brush still was hitting all of her weak spots due to its wideness, and the slim nature of her feet.

Antall leaned down over a screaming Aryanne and dragged his tongue between her soft breasts, burying his face deep between the supple mounds of flesh. This, coupled with the intensive tickling that was being delivered to her overly-sensitive belly, her left cutie mark, as well as Josef's ferocious attack on her sexy soles, was far too much for Aryanne to take anymore.

She unleashed all the pent-up sexual frustration in droves, moans of sheer bliss replacing the loud giggles she was forced to make, and she was violently thrusting her body back and forth, despite Antall's lower body trying to hold her in place. Eventually, he was thrust off her body and onto the floor due to the sheer power of her orgasm, and the fact that Josef was still tormenting her nude, vulnerable feet the whole way through.

When she finally calmed down from her orgasm, Josef turned his furious tickling down further and further, until it was a standstill. He unlocked the toe cuffs, allowing Aryanne's feet to wiggle freely, as she gasped and panted, struggling to catch her breath.

Antall pulled himself back up from the floor, tenderly rubbing his shoulder, but he was grinning, quite satisfied with the torture the two put the military supreme leader through. A shade of bright red nearly entirely covered her abused, sweating soles, a blush of the same hue was on her cheeks, and her torso was spotted with very slight red marks and trails from his earlier work. And finally, her toes were scrunching and curling, gripping Stallion's greedy fingers whenever they neared her feet, putting on quite an attractive show for them both.

"Mmm, Aryanne, můj láska..." Antall began, as he worked on undoing the poor mare's bindings, "that was a very fun few hours. Perhaps you'd like to travel with myself and Josef to the palace bedroom for a little rest from your ordeal?"

Aryanne gulped, finally managing to catch her breath, and placed her heated, blushing feet on the cell floor, shivering at the coldness that shot up her body.

"Ahhh...hah...no, I c-can't...must get back to my country now, we will discuss locations where aid is needed, where troops should be stationed, over the phone...if you'd be so kind as to hand me my clothing and boots..." she panted, trembling as she stood back up.

Josef shook his head, standing up and towering over the military mare, backing her into a corner, and she stared up at him, nervously. "Ah ah ah, miss Aryanne...Antall, show her the pact."

He instantly unrolled the piece of parchment, and underlined the exact words she agreed to.

'Unrestricted access to the body of Aryanne, WHATEVER SHE HAPPENED TO BE DOING.'

Her eyes went wide, in horror. How could she not have realised this? She thought that would mean within SOME sort of reason...but those were written on the treaty. She couldn't leave their iron grip without their permission.

"Heh, not to worry, Aryanne...we will still hold up our end of the bargain, with your second-in-command, Anonymous...but, you are coming to the bedchambers with us. Immedately," Stallion commanded, wrapping his fingers around her right breast.

Aryanne gulped, wiping sweat off her face, and looked down in shame. Although she may have saved her country from utter destruction, it came at a high cost to herself. So, being the honourable military commander she was, she resigned herself to her fate, as their tickle pet, and held onto Josef's hands as they teleported her, nude, to the bedchambers of the Ponelish palace.

True to their word, they did begin discussing where to send aid to, where to station military bases. But they did so after shoving her into the enormous bed, each of them taking hold of one of her curvy, cute feet. They drew maps of Germaneigh on her soles with their fingers, dotting where things needed to go with their fingers, sending little shivers up Aryanne's spine and causing her to chortle a little with each poke.

This was her life now. A sexy tickle pet they could command to do whatever they needed. She would never be able to return to Germaneigh to carry out her duties.

She could only hope Reichsmarshall Anon was doing a good job.

Author's Note

Germane Translations:
Zuviel=too much

Nechoslovak Translations:
Můj láska=my love

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