Francis pulled the straw pillow around his ears and rolled over, mumbling in his sleep

A loud pounding sounded again outside the front door. Francis shook himself awake and popped up on one elbow,perring groggy-eyed into the darkness. The pounding resumed once more, and this time the door threatened to part with the rusted hinges.
All right all right he yelled struggling with his pants. a sharp voice yelled with authority came from behind the door. open up in the name of the king.
The King? oh no what had he done now? his sleppiness suddenly replaced with alarm he hastily made for the door and flung it open it was scarcely lighter outside that in his modest cottage, so Francis wasn't sure if he imagined the grim expressions on the three men standing before. They were guardsmen in king john's retinue armed and in full battle dress. the feeble light from the moon glinted softly from their chain armor and the pearly handles of their sheathed swords. whatever their mission it was not apparent they weren't on a social call

Do you wish something with me, my lords? Francis spoke knew a number of the kings regulars having lived in the neighboring village all his life but he did recognize this partticular trio

the tallest of the three spoke come along Francis his highness would have you in his service. his words were crisp but not unkind. Francis decide to risk a question or two.

Now? it is early morning? I would be honored in deed to be called by my king, but I fear that my apprenticeship might be forfeit if I should fail to report to the cobbler on the afternoon and my wife has gone out gathering berries and to the village for some supplies and will be back before I leave for work.

One grardsmen grasped his sword handle in a threathing way but the one seemingly in charge held up his hand and waved him off. Me thinks more would be forfeit than your apprenticeship he said if you diobey the king's wishes

Come now you need bring nothing a guard will be posted by your door to tell your wife were you are and a word be sent to the cobbler are you are missed

Francis didn't have any choice he was relieved that a watch would be placed on his home a his wife informed

It would not be a long walk the lofty tower of the castle loomed before them through the star studded darkness o night. two of guardsmen fell in step behind francis while the leader wordlessly set the pace ahead of him. they walked on for several minutes and it soon became obvious that the kings men were not disposed toward conversation.

One guard walked alongside francis. I was on patrol in the village early one morning he explained when my attention was caught by an out pouring of laughter coming from the direction of your cottage I rode thither to investigate and saw you tickling a fair lass out in the courtyard she was evidently on the way to chun butter, for she had twobrimming buckets in her hands it must have been a might struggle for her not to spill a drop as you were playing a merry tune on her ribcage your reputation as a rough is far from undeserved.

I meant no harm my lord has some charge been lodged against me for such child's play that was my cousin.
oh that was your cousin interesting, no no not that came the impatient reply. no witness but me your cousin would never say and unkind word about you. but the king has instructed us all to report directly any displays of such behavior this is what I did

Francis was bewildered what to say you? what behaavior do you mean?

The guardsmen ignored him. Those isolated events would have meant nothing to his highness, he continued. but simalar such stories have been told of you in the past the clincher me thinks came yesterday afternoon when you were observed brushing the dust from a ladies soles as she lay alslepp under a tree. word has it that the lass went halfway up the bole ere she realized what was happening he barely stifled a grin upon his face recalling a comrades account of the incedent.
but that was my wife me and my friend charles were playing a joke on her that was itching powder he had just made up, my wife would not have complained. oh really said the grauds men interesting. but what would the king want of me for said francis

they were at the edge of the moat, which ringed the kings palace. The head guardsman shouted a pass word and waited as the drawbridge began to descend noisily. as they crossed over into the open maw of the portal he looked over at francis with a strangely warm look and said i dare say you'll find out soon enough what this is all about. and i don't think you'll beat all disappointed.
the three guarsmen turned him over to a couple of robed gentlemen just inside the fortress then storde off with the three what looke like small little men, they talked for a while and all 6 headed back towards town. francis say they were all very excited. wonder what that was about the three small men must have been the king's jesters and they had a cart they rode off on pulled by a small horse as the three guards walked. francis now went off with his new custodians

Francis thought he would be taken to the kings chambers up in the turret, but he was mistaken the silent figures their flowing robes trailing behind them on the stairs led him downward into the depths of the castle. he decide against trying to make idle conversation and concentrated on keeping his footing on the slippery steps.

The stairs continued to wind down relentlessy , and francis shivered in the dark air. the torches spaced along the walls grew fewer and fewer until he could barley seethe dim shape of the fellow in front of him. he heard dripping noises as if far off in the darkness and more than once he thought he caught a glimpse of somehting small scurrying just beyond the range of the feeble light.

What was ahead ? Francis could have sworn he heard the sound of high-pitched feminine laughter out of the gloom in front of him, although it had sopped before he could tell for sure. he listened intently. there it was again, a little louder this time.

The laughter was joined by other intermitted shrikes which continued to grow in loudness until Francis became absolutly convinced that the destination, if not the purpose, of his summons was a mystery no longer they came to a halt before a huge wooden door set in the stone wall, and the lead figure knocked heavily on it on a curious rhythm. all sounds ceased from with in as francis waited to see what would happen nest then he heard a bolt slide free from the other side and the mamoth door began creaking on its hinges as it was slowly opened. a shaft of light shot out into the nearly absoultly darkness of the corridor, blinding him for a moment he was lead inside

When his eyes became adjusted to the light he found himself in a large chamber that was brilliantly lit with scores of torches ringing the walls. he looked around curious and was nearly jolted by the sight that met his eyes the image had hardley registerd in his brain before he was spun around and brought face to face with a much more unpleasent sight.

He was a muscular brute of a fellow his face couvered by a black hood and a compelling grin that smirked in a mocking appraisal. he placed his hand on his hips and looked francis up and down so you are my new assistant no? he said thanks gents for brining him to me.

The hooded figuers bowed silently and went . I am francis I'm pleased to be at your service sir. but I must confess my ignorance of your wishes.

The big one roared with laughter clapped a meraty hand against his back I see so they never told you. Well young francis turn around and become acuquainted with your new calling he took the younger man firmly by the shoulder and supn him around while the latter held his breath.
Everything was as he had first seen it.

And what a sight it was! a long row of strange devices arranged head to toe line the wall. Beautiful young women, all of whom were quite naked, occupied several of them. whats more they were fettered in a unique way that allowed virtually no freedom of movement, their arms were encased in wooden caskets that fit tighly around their torsos to prevent ant movment of the upper body. there bare feet were set in individual stocks. a leather thong had been pulled back by tightening the thongs brining the soles taut rendering both feet absolutley immobile

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Francis knees almost buckled at the sight such bondage could be for one purpose and one purpose only

A disturbance near the opposite wall of the chamber got fancis attention. There reposed a strudy wooden rack of a different design from all others two fellows wearing black hoods similar to that of the big one were busilt affixing a stunningly beautiful blond to the device she was struggling furiously but she was no match for her captors she had been stripped naked she cursed then pleaded, as two men forced her onto the device, pulled her arms up and locked them into place in wooden fetters attached to the top of the rack. Her shapely legs kicked out at her tormentors but she was quickkly subdued when the big fellow rushed over. He pinned her ankles and held them in the lower semi-circles of wooden stocks attached to the end of the rack while one of the others deftly lowered the upper plank trapping her ankles in the padded leather-lined openings.both her arms and legs were held slightly apart wider than her body's width each of the two men then operated cranks located at each end of the rack. as the cranks were turned the restraints holding the women's ankles moved in opposite directions when the hooded figures finally stopped her legs sterethched to a point of near immobility with every part of her naked body exposed to the beck and call of her custodians

The king often tomes comes down himself and exacts his tribute in person bulard said.

Francis gulped as he walked toward the helpless women. she certainly was pretty. her golden hair fell back in cascades about her neck and shoulders and her lips were curled in hatred as she screamed foul at her captors,  Francis cringed at some of the words she used but he marveled at the breats that rose and fell with her quickening breathes, he lustily looked at her golden flec that grew between her legs. thinking at that moment about the itching powder he had tucked in his pants , she raised her head and watched francis move down the length of the rack her legs were long and sleek and she saw them disappear into the stocks at the end of the device to which she was bound.

Francis was told to pick a feather and start tickling after a while bullard looked on for a while himself caught up in the chillingly effective torture of his victim by and by he advanced upon the young beauty who continued to writher and laugh uncontrollably on the rack. while the others three maintained their steady tickling he placed his fingers between her legs and felt she was wet. what have we here he belowed she is wet how to dry her I wonder. Francis saw his chance.

_Sir can I help.

How can you do that?.

-Well I have some powder in a small poch in my pocket it will dry her.

-Ok lets see.

Francis went between her legs standing staring at her thick mound of golden hair that grew he pulled the pouch from his pocket and carefully unwrapped it.

 as not to get any on him as it would itch like crazy. it had the same effect on his wife feet that day they had been wet and his friend charles told him to sprinkle it on to dry them up she was asleep at that point and woke up quickly from the itch.that was the day charles told his secret to him on how he made itching powder.

After sprinkiling it all over her pubic mound it did dry her up as the fine dust soaked up her mosture and with in seconds she was a withering around and thrashing about in itchful agogny. It was like some thousand fleas had been let lose to run rampid through her pubic mound, Bullard was amazed what is that what has happened to her.

It is just some itching powder my friend charles made. Bullard was amaazzed we must tell the king of this find francis got the other two men to take there feathers and rub them up and down and back and forth the legth of he women hood this only had a bit of and effect of scrathing but it also produced more tickling that shot a sensation through her she was laughing crying and begging for mercey.

Francis went off to sleep after a long day bullard informed the king of his find and let his mejesty know they had gone good one.

Meanwhile the jesters and the other three guards had come back from the village with charles and Francis wife and two cousins

Francis was woken up the next day and asked to go with bullard to a secret chamber further in the kings castle. they came upon a door bullard knocked twice a little wooden hidge opened up and he spoke to the kepper the door was opened and bullard and Ffrancis stepped through , Francis was shocked at the sight he saw. but before he could look the king spoke.

-My young Francis I am pleased with what I hear so I am going to let you be in charge of theses next three women. You choose how you will tourture them let me know befor you start as that is the only form you will be use on them and anyone else you choose to help you. Fancis quickly looked over his shoulder to se his friend Charles . Then looked back to the king and said may I use my friend Charles to help me decide? -Yes you may,  said the king

You have 5 mintues to decide what you will use and tell us. Francis quickly went to charles and said

-You helped me get here so i thought we use your powder between there legs only and feather for there feet and between there legs .

-I that all agree,  said Charles.

-Who are these women Francis?, asked charles, as there was a screen of red fabric that over a crossbar between the two adjoing on eithe side of the stocks so as he could only see the bottom half of the ladies and they were quite nude there legs were spread wide and feet locked up in some sort of device that point them up and toes pulled back so as the feet could not move each women pubic region was on full view for all to see all of them were very hairy there.

Charles said they did not tell you . no Francis said. just then the king said are you ready yes your majesty . me and Charles have decied to use his itching powder between there legs only.and the feahters will tickle there feet and between there legs as well.

-Good choice said the king. only rules is you must keep tickling and you can not help to scathch or take any powder off them until I say or there will be trouble. Francis said

- I understand your highness
-Begin and use the help of theses men when needed . said the king.

After and hour of tickling francis checked the lady at the far end placing his fingers between her legs she was very wet and laughed hysterically, charles it is time. Francis was handed a package of the powder to dry her up.

- Charles you can dry the other one up and bullard has the task to do the same of the third.

Francis stared lustfully at this ladies redish brown matted forest. it remined him of his wifes, he sprikled evenly enough so as to cover the entire area of her pubic mound.

The king quitly ordered one of the jesters to raise the curtain. As it fully raised a shocked and stunned look came over francis as he was watching this damsel wither away in her restraints from the intense itching. he realized it was none other than his wife. he dropped to his knees and began to brush the powder off he looked over to the others and saw they were his cousins. He was shocked and wonderd how could this be,

The king shouted stop him. francis your not aloud to do that those were the rules. but the king please it is my wife . that does not matter the king said you have a job to do .

-Well telll you what we will let your wife go down the hall with the jesters but you must tickle your cousins and put doubled itching powder on them deal? he reluctantly agreed.

His wife was untied and placed under the jesters care the king lent over to them and said

-Take Charles with you have her for the next 90 days in your chamber to tickle her and put as much itiching powder on her hairy mound. You will be given 4 guards at your service to stand two inside of the door and two outside the door. rumor has it they like to do a bit of tickiling from time to time . the jester giggled knowing what the king wanted this will teach Francis never to disobey me again. He can visit her to watch you torment her .

The jester said may we use some of the posion ivy that grows in the chamber on her hair. do as you please said the king . just rember poison ivy, itching powder between her legs and tickling her feet and tickle between her legs only nothing else or face the raft of me.
I understand your highnnes i will not let you down.

Francis wife was escorted out of his chamber after she had been washed off between her legs , she wore a burlap cloth that came down to only to he pubic line she had nothing else to protect her from the cold of the damp deougeon or the gazing eyes of the 9 men whom accompained her to her new home for the next 90 days Fracis could not even say bye as he was to busy tickling . He had asked for her to be couvered up but for some reson Bullard for got to tell the king his request.

As she walked down the coridoor to the jesters chambers she had to endure there coments about her thick lovely bush and how a thousand fles could get lost very easliy in it . that made her shiver at the thought of what was in store for her the other 6 men never spoke a word and she was so embarrased that Francis friend charles could be veiwing all her most private parts and she wondered if he was going to be asked to use his powder on her. She was just beside herself. One day she was picking flowers next day she is in the kings deougeon been tormented by her husbands bestfriend and three little men dressed in silly costumes she also was very ticklish down there and wass just not looking forward to waht was going to happen

They reached the chamber it had a small door which she and the others had to bend to get in. when she came into the room it was well lit and every thing was a small version of the kings chamber. she was placed in the same type of stocks and tied in the same way with her legs were pulled apart very wide and firmly sucured. She was on full veiw for all the nine men to see. the one jester told the guards to stand at your posts two inside two out side the door.

-You will get your turns to tickle her later.

She cringed at the thought . One of the jesters took his place between her legs and asked charles for a poch please. She lifted her head to see the little man as he opened the poch which contained a new more potent itching powder than the one they were just using she closed her eyes stight as he began to sprikle it on to her pubice mound when he was finished it tool mere seconds for it to start its effect it was like a million fleas all bite at once , he called the other jester as he got him to hold her lips open as he asked for another poch charles. This one he said with a grin is going in enjoy.

Remeber guys what the king said as he poured it in only allowed to help scrath with the feathers grab your tools of the trade . So we can help this poor lass  scratch her itch .