this is my first story. i hope you like it
soles of a spy
by
01sharpj
Jana Michaels was an agent of the artist secret police force. She had long blonde hair down to her shoulders, 6 foot 1, slightly tanned with size 7.5 feet. This is the story of her first and last assignment for the A.S.P.F. She was sent to infiltrate the lesbian league, a group of female criminals that steal art to fund there activates. She was working as an assistant to the head of fetish items Inc, the legitimate front of the lesbian league. After 6 months on her assignment she found out the leader of the league, Kelly Ferguson, along with other stuff on them to put them away for life
Jana was on one of her daily 5 mile runs. She was wearing I white sleeveless top; skin tight running shorts with thick cotton socks and a sneaker with her hair tied back in a pony tail with a scrunchy and were listening to the radio on her portable radio on her headphones. She was so hot and sweaty so when she got home she when to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She then went to sit down on her sofa. She had just finished her report on the leader of the lesbian league and all members across the country. She then heard a knock at the door. When she opens it was a delivery boy with a bunch of flowers.
“These are for you” said the delivery boy
He then gave her the flowers
“Sign here please”
She then signed the document and he left
Who’d be sending me flowers? She though. She then looked at the card on them and it said “surprise”. Suddenly a mist sprayed out of the flowers and Jana felt dizzy and fell on the floor. Before she completely blacked out she saw three figurers enter the room. She reached out for them then everything went black.
When she woke up she was in a plain room. She tried to move but she was locked in a set of sturdy, wooden stocks mounted onto a heavy raised platform with her ankles tied together. She was sitting on a padded bench bolted to the platform with her hands tied to a thick wooden post anchored behind it. They where wooden, had nine metal hoops drilled in the top. Her legs had been tied down to the box with straps, one above the knee one on the shins. At the back, her wrists where tied to a wooden board with two leather straps, one on the left corner of the board one on the right. She then notest she was completely nude. The only thing she was wearing was her socks and sneakers. Someone must have turned the air condoning down low as her beautiful nipples were hard and erect. After an hour the door opened and three women came through the door. One of them had short blond hair and was wearing a business suit, skirt and high heels and took up a chair in front of Jana and the other two both had long brown hair down to the whist and where completely naked. They knelt down on each side of the stocks
“Hello Jana” said the women in the suit
“Who the fuck are you?” said Jana
“You know how I am Jana, don’t play dumb with me im Kelly Ferguson head of the lesbian league you can call me Miss Ferguson”
“What do you want?” said Jana
“Alright, I’ll cut to the chase, we know your I spy Jana, we want to know who you work for and what you know about us” said Miss Ferguson
“What!” Said Jana “I don’t know what you’re talking about, am only an assistant to miss….”
“Don’t lie!” Shouted Miss Ferguson as she stood up. We know your spy and you will talk
She then pulled a stiff white turkey feather out her suit.
“We have ways of making you talk”
Jana looks at the feather
“What are you going to do?”
“Simple” said Miss Ferguson “we’re going to tickle torture you till you tell us what we want”
“What!” shouted Jana? She always hated to be tickled as she was very ticklish especially her feet
“But first we’re going to play a little game” said Miss Ferguson. She then gave a whistle and someone wheeled in something on a tray
“This game is called tell the truth. The thing on the tray is a lie detector that is 100% accurate also as you can see we have left you socks and sneakers on, every time you lie one of my assistants remove them one at a time then. If you lie 4 times ill let my assistants have a taste of you feet, quite literally. Put the detector on”
One of the assistants placed a metal ring over Jana’s head
“Ok then first question, are you a spy?”
Jana had to make a chose would she betray the agency of be tickled silly after a long parse she finally answered
“No”
The light on the lie detector went red
“We are a little liar aren’t we Jana”
One of the assistants grabbed hold of the end of her right shoelace. Slowly she pulled it watching as the knot started to unravel. She then slowly removed the sneaker.
“Are you a spy?”
“No”
The light flash red again
The other assistant slowly removed the other sneaker. She had a lovely pair of pink ankle socks on.
“Do you work for the A.S.P.F and do you now where there base is”
“The what, no”
The light flashed red twice
“That’s your chances gone Jana”
“What, no I only answered three question”
“No Jana there was defiantly four.”
She then clicked her fingers and one of the assistants grabbed hold of Sarah’s right sock at the ankle and slowly pulled it till it was drooping over her toes. With one final move the sock came off. The other did the same to the other sock reveling a pair of unbelievably gorgeous naked 7.5 size feet. They look like a master craftsman sculpted them. What made it even more amazing was the sweat of her feet glistened in the light of the room as Jana wiggled her toes and flexed her feet. For a few moments Miss Ferguson simply sat there in total awe of them
After Miss Ferguson came out of her stupor she said “you may begin girls”
The assistants then began by tying Jana’s big toes together then tying them back then they tied the rest of her toes back individually. When they finished she could not curl her toes. The assistants then positioned them selves in front of Jana’s soles.
“If you were wondering” said Miss Ferguson “my assistants love the taste of sweaty soles they are going to lick and nibble your soles until they are wrinkled like prunes and them they are going to lick your soles some more. When the are finished they you will be nothing more than giggling goo”
After hearing this Jana started crying and pledging not to do it but it was too late they started sniffing and licking Jana’s feet. They loved the saltiness of her feet. Jana’s feet were simply flawless and so buttery soft. Jana threw her head back in hysterical laughter as she felt their wet tongues sliding up the soles of her horribly ticklish feet and in between her hyper-ticklish toes.
Heh heh heh heh, please noooo ho hoho ah HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!”
They’d work on one foot each for a good long time making sure to get them all nice and wet. They would nibble her toes, which would send Jana screaming and hollering in hysterical laughter. It was far more unbearable than them nibbling her soles. As much as Jana wiggled and floundered, it was hopeless to get away from their licking and nibbling.
In a matter of seconds, Jana had melted into a state of pure hysterical silent laughter.
Them they stopped suddenly and a tray with a variety of sauces, syrups, and other sweets.
“W-What are you going to do with that?” Jana inquired. “I’m going to make you have the sweetest feet in town” said Miss Ferguson
She then took a bottle of chocolate sauce and drizzled over Jana’s feet. He then rubbed the sauce all over her feet making sure to cover every area. Then told her assistants to continue
their mouth began to water as they drew closer to Jana’s chocolate covered feet. Her eyes almost popped out of her head and she gave a high pitched shriek when she felt their warm wet tongues slide up the soles of her feet. With every lick Jana became more hysterical. Moments later, she felt their licking in between her toes this simply drove Jana over the edge into utter hysteria. The worst toe to lick was her big toes, and they knew it. They slowly and methodically slide their tongues in between Jana’s big toes, and they sucked on it for all its worth. Finally after an hour they had polished Jana’s feet clean of the chocolate. Miss Ferguson told them to stop and took a towel and dried her feet. Jana was clearly tired. Her hair matted to her head, and she was breathing heavily.
Next, Miss Ferguson got some peanut butter mixed with honey and smeared a generous helping of it on the soles of her feet, and she made sure to get a good portion in between her toes.
This time it took twice as long for the assistants to lick Jana’s feet clean, and Miss Ferguson relished every guffaw, squeal, shriek, and snort that can out of Jana’s mouth. Sometime she would enter a state of pure silent laughter she was so tickled with them licking her feet. When they had finished licking her feet, they started to do a concert of raspberries on the soles of her feet. Jana was screaming and hollering like a possessed banshee to the point that her lungs felt as if they were going to burst like balloons. Each raspberry sent a surge of tickling sensation shooting up her legs and through her body like a tsunami wave of electricity and detonated in her brain.
The raspberries were what did it for her. Jana had felt her bladder get full due to the merciless tickling. She tried to best to keep from wetting herself, but when the assistants started those raspberries it just made her loose control of her bladder and Jana peed herself. Moments after than she mercifully passed out.
Jana woke up with a scrim, hoping that last nights torture was all a dream but the sad truth was it wasn’t as she sore Miss Ferguson sitting in front of her soles admiring them
“Your awake then” said Miss Ferguson “you know you have such lovely feet”
She then moved toward Jana’s soles
“So soft…” she then slowly licked the left sole, Jana let out a squeal “…and smooth” she then licked the right sole and Jana let out another squeal
“Umm iv never tasted such sweet soles, the best i've ever had”
She then stood up
“Now on to business”
Whatever she was going to do Jana decided she wasn’t going to give Miss Ferguson the satisfaction of seeing her laugh.
She then pulled her stiff white turkey feather out her suit. Miss Ferguson then lowered the feather toward Jana’s feet. She used the tip to fan the heel of one foot. Their was no response but Jana wasn’t going anywhere and Miss Ferguson loved challenges. She had started with the heel of one foot and was moving the feather from one heel to the other. Miss Ferguson used low, teasing stokes on Jana’s bare heels. Once in awhile she’d look up to see how her captive was holding on. Slowly she could see strain on Jana’s face. Jana began to squirm in her bondage and even though her feet were secured to each other she
tried all the harder to free them.
“Fighting won’t do you any good girl. You can not resist forever. Soon you’ll be reduced to a mound of hysterical jelly and tortured never endings. Not to pleasant I assure you.”
Still holding on Jana could feel the tickling creeping up her heels to her ankles. Her hands were clinched in fists as she fought the urge to laugh. She had to keep a straight face. If she fought long enough Miss Ferguson would have to stop, or would she? Tiny beads of sweat were now forming on Jana’s forehead. Miss Ferguson could tell from the way Jana’s face was that she was already suffering. Jana shut her eyes tightly as the tickling moved up through her legs. As the feather went from heel to heel in slow rhythmic pattern penny got her twice cracking a grin.
“No use resisting. I have control now Jana. Give in to your instincts. Laugh, laugh LAUGH!!!!!!”
And the more Miss Ferguson worked the feather the more Jana could feel the tingling sensations all over her body. The feather now moving towards her instep and back down to her heel, up to the instep, down to the heel. Miss Ferguson continued this strategy as Jana bit hard against her bottom lip. Streams of sweat poured down. Finally she could stand no more and let out some giggles. The giggles turned into straight, loud laughter. Miss Ferguson stopped the tickling. As the tickling left her body Jana breathed faintly. All that fighting had worn her out and she doubted she could take another attack.
“You see. Fighting only made it worse.”
“Please...I can..Be..reasonable.....”, Jana painted.
“That time has past. You could’ve made it easier but you want to play hero. Now tell me who you work for or you’ll be very sorry!”
“Would it.....help to say I’m already sorry?”
“No.”
With that Miss Ferguson started back on her heels. “Oh no heh heh heh heh, please noooo ho hoho ah HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!” Jana cried out in laughter as the feather tickled her heels. Miss Ferguson was smiling when before she was sneering at her captive. Her plan was working. All she needed to do was tickle Jana’s feet until she reached her breaking point. By the way Jana was reacting so far that point was nearly here. Soon the only thing you could hear was Jana’s laughter echoing through the room. Miss Ferguson kept up the tickling as she began to slide the feather up and down the naked soles. Up and down the feather brushed poor Jana’s feet until Jana was quite out of control. Her eyes blinked and shut when the most extreme moments of tickling hit her. The stocks began to shake somewhat as her belly jiggled from the laughing. Her hair was now being wetted down by perspiration. Miss Ferguson kept right on torturing the tender soles. Jana was out of breath by the time miss fusion stopped tickling her. Her feet were tinkling from the whole ordeal. Her stomach was quite sore as was her sides.
“Now Jana, again who do you work for?”
Jana did not answer
“Ok then your funeral”
Miss Ferguson got a bottle of baby oil and covered Jana’s feet in it then feathering Jana’s baby soft soles
“No mercy”
Her lovely green eyes just about popped out of her sockets as she felt the tip of the feather stroke up and down her right foot. Her feet were now so hellishly ticklish that Jana just melted into a state of indescribable silent screaming laughter. Tears were streaming from the corners of her tightly sealed eyelids. All that could be heard from tickled Jana was when she would take quick inhales of air, but it was getting hard for her to keep up with the laughter gushing out of her burning aching lungs.
Miss Ferguson would slide the feather in between her toes like she was playing a violin. It was absolute agonizing torture for Jana all she wanted was for the tickling to stop. After a few minutes to torturing her right foot, Miss Ferguson grabbed another feather and started tickling Jana’s other foot. She had gone completely hysterical. Her stomach ached with pain from laughing so hard. Her hair was all matted and drenched in her sweat. Her chest hurt and her poor throat was sore from forced
laughter. She could barely talk at all, yet some how she was able to keep on laughing even though it hurt.
“Had enough? Want to tell me everything? Or would you like more of this?”
Miss Ferguson began tickling the tops of Jana’s feet with the two feathers. Her body was now one big pile of tortured nerve endings. She couldn’t stand what was being done to her, and thought she’d go mad if it her captor didn’t stop. And it was getting worse! Before she could fight off the tickling while trying to undue her ropes. Now all she could do was sit their, sit their and giggle like a little kid as her feet suffered more and more feathering.
Miss Ferguson was still hard at work, tickling every part of Jana’s pretty, pink soles. The feathers had moved from the tops to the bottoms of both feet. Miss Ferguson had never seen such response from one person. Has tormented as Jana must have felt she wouldn’t break. The feather trailed up and down her soles and then went for her toes. Jana found strength for more torturous laughter as all ten toes were tickled by the feathers’ tips. Miss Ferguson then tickled in between her toes. She did this to the other foot as well, going back and forward with her evil feathers.
Jana was so tired she could barely breathe. Her face was red and hot from sweating and laughing. Miss Ferguson had done the job and slowly her will started to fade. She never knew how far someone could push her limits until today. How long had Miss Ferguson been torturing her? Her feet were tinkling all over from the tickling. Jana’s vision was blurring, she could feel herself losing consciousness. Miss Ferguson then put away the feathers. Miss Ferguson curled her fingers into talons, using the sharp points of her fingernails to rake the full length of feet, starting at the heels and working up to the toe tips. Jana gave a squeal. She then put on a set of metal talons and covered Janas feet in baby oil. She then repeated the same single stroke over and over again. She never varied her pressure, or her pace. She just kept stroking upward, and would not pull her fingers away until she had completed the full length of both feet. Jana was beyond frantic. Her cries were so intense she should have already passed out"
MMMMMMEEEEEEEHHHHHH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH STOOOPPPPPP!! SSTTOOOPPPPPP!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
If one thing could be said about Miss Ferguson, it would be that she certainly knew how to tickle torture a victim. Miss Ferguson began singing a well-known children's song of the time. She sang the song in the voice of a child, never detracting from her foot stroking, and never missing a beat. Jana was breathless. She was forced to bear this incredible torture for as long as Miss Ferguson decided to administer it. When Miss Ferguson moved onto what she called the vibrating fingers technique, the stocks shook with the tortured quivers from Jana. The screams became long, drawn out hoarse cries. The laughter lacked the same high pitched squeals, but was rather more like a steady yelling. Still, Miss Fugison playfully tickled the Jana’s bare feet as the cries wore on into the night.
Suddenly, the tickling sensations on the feet stopped. Jana used this time to take in huge gulps of air. However, her rest wasn't going to be as short as she'd hoped.
“In case you're wondering why I've stopped, “Miss Ferguson stated, “I just want to test out one of my favourite tools.”
Jana heard a slight whirring sound. Somehow, it sounded familiar. Suddenly, Jana recognized the sound.
“Oh god. Not that. anything but that please" Jana said
But her pleas did her no good as the electric toothbrush made it's way around , in-between and under her toes. Jana’s thrashing in the stocks would've probably broken the straps, if Miss Ferguson hadn't known her bondage equipment. The electric toothbrush was worse than anything she had ever been tickled by before. This new method had her screaming at the top of her lungs.
"AAAAHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHA! NOT THAT!!!NOT THAT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAAAAHAAAA! HELLLLP! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA SOMEONE HELP MEEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA!!!"
Jana’s tormentor smirked as she replied “Go ahead and scream your lungs out. I had these rooms to have sound-proof walls. Even if someone was right outside that door, no one could hear you. "
The torture continued for another twenty minutes. By this time, Jana was becoming very worn out...she felt her lungs would burst from all the laughing. However, she would not stop, even when Jana’s voice became hoarse. Jana could barely use it to beg. “Plea...please...stop! Ha-ha ...ahaa ha-ha" not too long afterwards, Jana cracked
“HAHAHAHA ALL-ALL RIGHT HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA ILL-ILL TALK HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA”
“Ok then spill” it said Miss Ferguson while still going at Jana’s soles with the electric brush’s “are you a spy”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YE-YE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! YESSSS!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”
“Do you work for the A.S.P.F?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!I DO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Where is there base?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! THERE-THERE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! BASE IS AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IN PARIS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
Thank you Jana for being so helpful
Are you going to let me go then?
Err no I’m not
What!
You’ve been such fun to tickle I’m going to keep you as one of my tickle slaves
NO!
First to tickle the fight out of you.
She then pulled out a hairbrush.
“When im finished you’ll tell me everything or turn you into giggling goo”
Jana lifted her head to see what was next. “N-No. Please! No more. I-I’ll do what ever you want. But please not that” she Begged as she felt her heart pounding harder and harder due to sheer terror. But to no avail. Miss Ferguson started tickling her helpless feet. He began with her right foot. Slowly Miss Ferguson dragged the brush up and down Jana’s helpless sole. She started laughing hysterically as she felt the maddening tickling sensation surge up her right leg like charges of electricity and attack her brain. Jana bucked and thrashed as much as her bounds would permit her. Her head was twisting as much as she could while she screamed in total agony.
Miss Ferguson was loving it. He would move the brush in small circular patterns up and down her sole. Also, Miss Ferguson would rack the brush back and forth across her toes. This simply sent Jana through the roof. She then took another brush and started on Jana’s other foot and it was all over. Jana dissolved into a state of sheer and totally hysterical silent screaming laughter. Jana was so horribly tickled that her entire body trembled. Miss Ferguson loved hearing her taking in quick gasps of air in order to keep up with the laughter pouring out of her lungs. Every few minutes he would switch from one foot to the other. Sending Jana into more of a state of insane laughter. She wanted to beg for mercy so much, but unable to do so. An hour went by and Miss Ferguson was not showing any signs of slowing down. She masterfully and sadistically tickle tortured every inch of Jana’s gorgeous bare feet with her brushes. The agony etched on her face and the tears streaming from her tightly sealed eyes was incredible. Hours passed by and Miss Ferguson was loving and relishing every second of it. The room was saturated with Jana’s screams of hysteria. 15 minutes later Miss Ferguson stopped.Next, she wheeled in a stereo she then placed a pair of padded headsets on her and locked Jana feet in a box.
“What are you doing” she said
“You’ll see” said Miss Ferguson
She opened the lid and drizzled honey all over Jana’s feet. Next, she took a jar of ants and poured a whole jar in the box. Miss Ferguson closed and pad locked the lid shut. In a matter of seconds, the ants were all over Jana’s feet. She was wildly floundering her feet about and wiggling her toes in an attempt of shaking the ants off her feet, but it was all in total vain. Miss Ferguson loved it when Jana melted into a state of pure unadulterated hysterical silent screaming laughter. Her beautiful face was twisted and contorted like a pretzel. Tears were streaming from the corners of her tightly sealed eyelids. Next, she pulled out a remote control and turned the stereo on. In the stereo was a CD chanted, “You are my tickle slave, you must obey Me.” for one hour. The next hour it talked about the insane and maddening tickle itch of the ants crawling all over Jana’s helpless feet and in between her toes. After a couple of minutes of observing his inhumane and sadistic tickling, Miss Ferguson left the room.
Days passed by when Miss Ferguson returned to see how Jana was doing. She walked over and took a gander at her. She looked at her feet to see that the ants were still at work crawling all over them. Only her sexy toes were wiggling out of reflex. Miss Ferguson looked at Sarah and realized that her mind had turned to mush; Jana’s life of tickle torture has just begun.
The end
soles of a spy
by
01sharpj
Jana Michaels was an agent of the artist secret police force. She had long blonde hair down to her shoulders, 6 foot 1, slightly tanned with size 7.5 feet. This is the story of her first and last assignment for the A.S.P.F. She was sent to infiltrate the lesbian league, a group of female criminals that steal art to fund there activates. She was working as an assistant to the head of fetish items Inc, the legitimate front of the lesbian league. After 6 months on her assignment she found out the leader of the league, Kelly Ferguson, along with other stuff on them to put them away for life
Jana was on one of her daily 5 mile runs. She was wearing I white sleeveless top; skin tight running shorts with thick cotton socks and a sneaker with her hair tied back in a pony tail with a scrunchy and were listening to the radio on her portable radio on her headphones. She was so hot and sweaty so when she got home she when to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She then went to sit down on her sofa. She had just finished her report on the leader of the lesbian league and all members across the country. She then heard a knock at the door. When she opens it was a delivery boy with a bunch of flowers.
“These are for you” said the delivery boy
He then gave her the flowers
“Sign here please”
She then signed the document and he left
Who’d be sending me flowers? She though. She then looked at the card on them and it said “surprise”. Suddenly a mist sprayed out of the flowers and Jana felt dizzy and fell on the floor. Before she completely blacked out she saw three figurers enter the room. She reached out for them then everything went black.
When she woke up she was in a plain room. She tried to move but she was locked in a set of sturdy, wooden stocks mounted onto a heavy raised platform with her ankles tied together. She was sitting on a padded bench bolted to the platform with her hands tied to a thick wooden post anchored behind it. They where wooden, had nine metal hoops drilled in the top. Her legs had been tied down to the box with straps, one above the knee one on the shins. At the back, her wrists where tied to a wooden board with two leather straps, one on the left corner of the board one on the right. She then notest she was completely nude. The only thing she was wearing was her socks and sneakers. Someone must have turned the air condoning down low as her beautiful nipples were hard and erect. After an hour the door opened and three women came through the door. One of them had short blond hair and was wearing a business suit, skirt and high heels and took up a chair in front of Jana and the other two both had long brown hair down to the whist and where completely naked. They knelt down on each side of the stocks
“Hello Jana” said the women in the suit
“Who the fuck are you?” said Jana
“You know how I am Jana, don’t play dumb with me im Kelly Ferguson head of the lesbian league you can call me Miss Ferguson”
“What do you want?” said Jana
“Alright, I’ll cut to the chase, we know your I spy Jana, we want to know who you work for and what you know about us” said Miss Ferguson
“What!” Said Jana “I don’t know what you’re talking about, am only an assistant to miss….”
“Don’t lie!” Shouted Miss Ferguson as she stood up. We know your spy and you will talk
She then pulled a stiff white turkey feather out her suit.
“We have ways of making you talk”
Jana looks at the feather
“What are you going to do?”
“Simple” said Miss Ferguson “we’re going to tickle torture you till you tell us what we want”
“What!” shouted Jana? She always hated to be tickled as she was very ticklish especially her feet
“But first we’re going to play a little game” said Miss Ferguson. She then gave a whistle and someone wheeled in something on a tray
“This game is called tell the truth. The thing on the tray is a lie detector that is 100% accurate also as you can see we have left you socks and sneakers on, every time you lie one of my assistants remove them one at a time then. If you lie 4 times ill let my assistants have a taste of you feet, quite literally. Put the detector on”
One of the assistants placed a metal ring over Jana’s head
“Ok then first question, are you a spy?”
Jana had to make a chose would she betray the agency of be tickled silly after a long parse she finally answered
“No”
The light on the lie detector went red
“We are a little liar aren’t we Jana”
One of the assistants grabbed hold of the end of her right shoelace. Slowly she pulled it watching as the knot started to unravel. She then slowly removed the sneaker.
“Are you a spy?”
“No”
The light flash red again
The other assistant slowly removed the other sneaker. She had a lovely pair of pink ankle socks on.
“Do you work for the A.S.P.F and do you now where there base is”
“The what, no”
The light flashed red twice
“That’s your chances gone Jana”
“What, no I only answered three question”
“No Jana there was defiantly four.”
She then clicked her fingers and one of the assistants grabbed hold of Sarah’s right sock at the ankle and slowly pulled it till it was drooping over her toes. With one final move the sock came off. The other did the same to the other sock reveling a pair of unbelievably gorgeous naked 7.5 size feet. They look like a master craftsman sculpted them. What made it even more amazing was the sweat of her feet glistened in the light of the room as Jana wiggled her toes and flexed her feet. For a few moments Miss Ferguson simply sat there in total awe of them
After Miss Ferguson came out of her stupor she said “you may begin girls”
The assistants then began by tying Jana’s big toes together then tying them back then they tied the rest of her toes back individually. When they finished she could not curl her toes. The assistants then positioned them selves in front of Jana’s soles.
“If you were wondering” said Miss Ferguson “my assistants love the taste of sweaty soles they are going to lick and nibble your soles until they are wrinkled like prunes and them they are going to lick your soles some more. When the are finished they you will be nothing more than giggling goo”
After hearing this Jana started crying and pledging not to do it but it was too late they started sniffing and licking Jana’s feet. They loved the saltiness of her feet. Jana’s feet were simply flawless and so buttery soft. Jana threw her head back in hysterical laughter as she felt their wet tongues sliding up the soles of her horribly ticklish feet and in between her hyper-ticklish toes.
Heh heh heh heh, please noooo ho hoho ah HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!”
They’d work on one foot each for a good long time making sure to get them all nice and wet. They would nibble her toes, which would send Jana screaming and hollering in hysterical laughter. It was far more unbearable than them nibbling her soles. As much as Jana wiggled and floundered, it was hopeless to get away from their licking and nibbling.
In a matter of seconds, Jana had melted into a state of pure hysterical silent laughter.
Them they stopped suddenly and a tray with a variety of sauces, syrups, and other sweets.
“W-What are you going to do with that?” Jana inquired. “I’m going to make you have the sweetest feet in town” said Miss Ferguson
She then took a bottle of chocolate sauce and drizzled over Jana’s feet. He then rubbed the sauce all over her feet making sure to cover every area. Then told her assistants to continue
their mouth began to water as they drew closer to Jana’s chocolate covered feet. Her eyes almost popped out of her head and she gave a high pitched shriek when she felt their warm wet tongues slide up the soles of her feet. With every lick Jana became more hysterical. Moments later, she felt their licking in between her toes this simply drove Jana over the edge into utter hysteria. The worst toe to lick was her big toes, and they knew it. They slowly and methodically slide their tongues in between Jana’s big toes, and they sucked on it for all its worth. Finally after an hour they had polished Jana’s feet clean of the chocolate. Miss Ferguson told them to stop and took a towel and dried her feet. Jana was clearly tired. Her hair matted to her head, and she was breathing heavily.
Next, Miss Ferguson got some peanut butter mixed with honey and smeared a generous helping of it on the soles of her feet, and she made sure to get a good portion in between her toes.
This time it took twice as long for the assistants to lick Jana’s feet clean, and Miss Ferguson relished every guffaw, squeal, shriek, and snort that can out of Jana’s mouth. Sometime she would enter a state of pure silent laughter she was so tickled with them licking her feet. When they had finished licking her feet, they started to do a concert of raspberries on the soles of her feet. Jana was screaming and hollering like a possessed banshee to the point that her lungs felt as if they were going to burst like balloons. Each raspberry sent a surge of tickling sensation shooting up her legs and through her body like a tsunami wave of electricity and detonated in her brain.
The raspberries were what did it for her. Jana had felt her bladder get full due to the merciless tickling. She tried to best to keep from wetting herself, but when the assistants started those raspberries it just made her loose control of her bladder and Jana peed herself. Moments after than she mercifully passed out.
Jana woke up with a scrim, hoping that last nights torture was all a dream but the sad truth was it wasn’t as she sore Miss Ferguson sitting in front of her soles admiring them
“Your awake then” said Miss Ferguson “you know you have such lovely feet”
She then moved toward Jana’s soles
“So soft…” she then slowly licked the left sole, Jana let out a squeal “…and smooth” she then licked the right sole and Jana let out another squeal
“Umm iv never tasted such sweet soles, the best i've ever had”
She then stood up
“Now on to business”
Whatever she was going to do Jana decided she wasn’t going to give Miss Ferguson the satisfaction of seeing her laugh.
She then pulled her stiff white turkey feather out her suit. Miss Ferguson then lowered the feather toward Jana’s feet. She used the tip to fan the heel of one foot. Their was no response but Jana wasn’t going anywhere and Miss Ferguson loved challenges. She had started with the heel of one foot and was moving the feather from one heel to the other. Miss Ferguson used low, teasing stokes on Jana’s bare heels. Once in awhile she’d look up to see how her captive was holding on. Slowly she could see strain on Jana’s face. Jana began to squirm in her bondage and even though her feet were secured to each other she
tried all the harder to free them.
“Fighting won’t do you any good girl. You can not resist forever. Soon you’ll be reduced to a mound of hysterical jelly and tortured never endings. Not to pleasant I assure you.”
Still holding on Jana could feel the tickling creeping up her heels to her ankles. Her hands were clinched in fists as she fought the urge to laugh. She had to keep a straight face. If she fought long enough Miss Ferguson would have to stop, or would she? Tiny beads of sweat were now forming on Jana’s forehead. Miss Ferguson could tell from the way Jana’s face was that she was already suffering. Jana shut her eyes tightly as the tickling moved up through her legs. As the feather went from heel to heel in slow rhythmic pattern penny got her twice cracking a grin.
“No use resisting. I have control now Jana. Give in to your instincts. Laugh, laugh LAUGH!!!!!!”
And the more Miss Ferguson worked the feather the more Jana could feel the tingling sensations all over her body. The feather now moving towards her instep and back down to her heel, up to the instep, down to the heel. Miss Ferguson continued this strategy as Jana bit hard against her bottom lip. Streams of sweat poured down. Finally she could stand no more and let out some giggles. The giggles turned into straight, loud laughter. Miss Ferguson stopped the tickling. As the tickling left her body Jana breathed faintly. All that fighting had worn her out and she doubted she could take another attack.
“You see. Fighting only made it worse.”
“Please...I can..Be..reasonable.....”, Jana painted.
“That time has past. You could’ve made it easier but you want to play hero. Now tell me who you work for or you’ll be very sorry!”
“Would it.....help to say I’m already sorry?”
“No.”
With that Miss Ferguson started back on her heels. “Oh no heh heh heh heh, please noooo ho hoho ah HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!” Jana cried out in laughter as the feather tickled her heels. Miss Ferguson was smiling when before she was sneering at her captive. Her plan was working. All she needed to do was tickle Jana’s feet until she reached her breaking point. By the way Jana was reacting so far that point was nearly here. Soon the only thing you could hear was Jana’s laughter echoing through the room. Miss Ferguson kept up the tickling as she began to slide the feather up and down the naked soles. Up and down the feather brushed poor Jana’s feet until Jana was quite out of control. Her eyes blinked and shut when the most extreme moments of tickling hit her. The stocks began to shake somewhat as her belly jiggled from the laughing. Her hair was now being wetted down by perspiration. Miss Ferguson kept right on torturing the tender soles. Jana was out of breath by the time miss fusion stopped tickling her. Her feet were tinkling from the whole ordeal. Her stomach was quite sore as was her sides.
“Now Jana, again who do you work for?”
Jana did not answer
“Ok then your funeral”
Miss Ferguson got a bottle of baby oil and covered Jana’s feet in it then feathering Jana’s baby soft soles
“No mercy”
Her lovely green eyes just about popped out of her sockets as she felt the tip of the feather stroke up and down her right foot. Her feet were now so hellishly ticklish that Jana just melted into a state of indescribable silent screaming laughter. Tears were streaming from the corners of her tightly sealed eyelids. All that could be heard from tickled Jana was when she would take quick inhales of air, but it was getting hard for her to keep up with the laughter gushing out of her burning aching lungs.
Miss Ferguson would slide the feather in between her toes like she was playing a violin. It was absolute agonizing torture for Jana all she wanted was for the tickling to stop. After a few minutes to torturing her right foot, Miss Ferguson grabbed another feather and started tickling Jana’s other foot. She had gone completely hysterical. Her stomach ached with pain from laughing so hard. Her hair was all matted and drenched in her sweat. Her chest hurt and her poor throat was sore from forced
laughter. She could barely talk at all, yet some how she was able to keep on laughing even though it hurt.
“Had enough? Want to tell me everything? Or would you like more of this?”
Miss Ferguson began tickling the tops of Jana’s feet with the two feathers. Her body was now one big pile of tortured nerve endings. She couldn’t stand what was being done to her, and thought she’d go mad if it her captor didn’t stop. And it was getting worse! Before she could fight off the tickling while trying to undue her ropes. Now all she could do was sit their, sit their and giggle like a little kid as her feet suffered more and more feathering.
Miss Ferguson was still hard at work, tickling every part of Jana’s pretty, pink soles. The feathers had moved from the tops to the bottoms of both feet. Miss Ferguson had never seen such response from one person. Has tormented as Jana must have felt she wouldn’t break. The feather trailed up and down her soles and then went for her toes. Jana found strength for more torturous laughter as all ten toes were tickled by the feathers’ tips. Miss Ferguson then tickled in between her toes. She did this to the other foot as well, going back and forward with her evil feathers.
Jana was so tired she could barely breathe. Her face was red and hot from sweating and laughing. Miss Ferguson had done the job and slowly her will started to fade. She never knew how far someone could push her limits until today. How long had Miss Ferguson been torturing her? Her feet were tinkling all over from the tickling. Jana’s vision was blurring, she could feel herself losing consciousness. Miss Ferguson then put away the feathers. Miss Ferguson curled her fingers into talons, using the sharp points of her fingernails to rake the full length of feet, starting at the heels and working up to the toe tips. Jana gave a squeal. She then put on a set of metal talons and covered Janas feet in baby oil. She then repeated the same single stroke over and over again. She never varied her pressure, or her pace. She just kept stroking upward, and would not pull her fingers away until she had completed the full length of both feet. Jana was beyond frantic. Her cries were so intense she should have already passed out"
MMMMMMEEEEEEEHHHHHH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH STOOOPPPPPP!! SSTTOOOPPPPPP!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
If one thing could be said about Miss Ferguson, it would be that she certainly knew how to tickle torture a victim. Miss Ferguson began singing a well-known children's song of the time. She sang the song in the voice of a child, never detracting from her foot stroking, and never missing a beat. Jana was breathless. She was forced to bear this incredible torture for as long as Miss Ferguson decided to administer it. When Miss Ferguson moved onto what she called the vibrating fingers technique, the stocks shook with the tortured quivers from Jana. The screams became long, drawn out hoarse cries. The laughter lacked the same high pitched squeals, but was rather more like a steady yelling. Still, Miss Fugison playfully tickled the Jana’s bare feet as the cries wore on into the night.
Suddenly, the tickling sensations on the feet stopped. Jana used this time to take in huge gulps of air. However, her rest wasn't going to be as short as she'd hoped.
“In case you're wondering why I've stopped, “Miss Ferguson stated, “I just want to test out one of my favourite tools.”
Jana heard a slight whirring sound. Somehow, it sounded familiar. Suddenly, Jana recognized the sound.
“Oh god. Not that. anything but that please" Jana said
But her pleas did her no good as the electric toothbrush made it's way around , in-between and under her toes. Jana’s thrashing in the stocks would've probably broken the straps, if Miss Ferguson hadn't known her bondage equipment. The electric toothbrush was worse than anything she had ever been tickled by before. This new method had her screaming at the top of her lungs.
"AAAAHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHA! NOT THAT!!!NOT THAT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAAAAHAAAA! HELLLLP! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA SOMEONE HELP MEEEE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA!!!"
Jana’s tormentor smirked as she replied “Go ahead and scream your lungs out. I had these rooms to have sound-proof walls. Even if someone was right outside that door, no one could hear you. "
The torture continued for another twenty minutes. By this time, Jana was becoming very worn out...she felt her lungs would burst from all the laughing. However, she would not stop, even when Jana’s voice became hoarse. Jana could barely use it to beg. “Plea...please...stop! Ha-ha ...ahaa ha-ha" not too long afterwards, Jana cracked
“HAHAHAHA ALL-ALL RIGHT HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA ILL-ILL TALK HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA”
“Ok then spill” it said Miss Ferguson while still going at Jana’s soles with the electric brush’s “are you a spy”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YE-YE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! YESSSS!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”
“Do you work for the A.S.P.F?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!I DO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Where is there base?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! THERE-THERE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! BASE IS AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IN PARIS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
Thank you Jana for being so helpful
Are you going to let me go then?
Err no I’m not
What!
You’ve been such fun to tickle I’m going to keep you as one of my tickle slaves
NO!
First to tickle the fight out of you.
She then pulled out a hairbrush.
“When im finished you’ll tell me everything or turn you into giggling goo”
Jana lifted her head to see what was next. “N-No. Please! No more. I-I’ll do what ever you want. But please not that” she Begged as she felt her heart pounding harder and harder due to sheer terror. But to no avail. Miss Ferguson started tickling her helpless feet. He began with her right foot. Slowly Miss Ferguson dragged the brush up and down Jana’s helpless sole. She started laughing hysterically as she felt the maddening tickling sensation surge up her right leg like charges of electricity and attack her brain. Jana bucked and thrashed as much as her bounds would permit her. Her head was twisting as much as she could while she screamed in total agony.
Miss Ferguson was loving it. He would move the brush in small circular patterns up and down her sole. Also, Miss Ferguson would rack the brush back and forth across her toes. This simply sent Jana through the roof. She then took another brush and started on Jana’s other foot and it was all over. Jana dissolved into a state of sheer and totally hysterical silent screaming laughter. Jana was so horribly tickled that her entire body trembled. Miss Ferguson loved hearing her taking in quick gasps of air in order to keep up with the laughter pouring out of her lungs. Every few minutes he would switch from one foot to the other. Sending Jana into more of a state of insane laughter. She wanted to beg for mercy so much, but unable to do so. An hour went by and Miss Ferguson was not showing any signs of slowing down. She masterfully and sadistically tickle tortured every inch of Jana’s gorgeous bare feet with her brushes. The agony etched on her face and the tears streaming from her tightly sealed eyes was incredible. Hours passed by and Miss Ferguson was loving and relishing every second of it. The room was saturated with Jana’s screams of hysteria. 15 minutes later Miss Ferguson stopped.Next, she wheeled in a stereo she then placed a pair of padded headsets on her and locked Jana feet in a box.
“What are you doing” she said
“You’ll see” said Miss Ferguson
She opened the lid and drizzled honey all over Jana’s feet. Next, she took a jar of ants and poured a whole jar in the box. Miss Ferguson closed and pad locked the lid shut. In a matter of seconds, the ants were all over Jana’s feet. She was wildly floundering her feet about and wiggling her toes in an attempt of shaking the ants off her feet, but it was all in total vain. Miss Ferguson loved it when Jana melted into a state of pure unadulterated hysterical silent screaming laughter. Her beautiful face was twisted and contorted like a pretzel. Tears were streaming from the corners of her tightly sealed eyelids. Next, she pulled out a remote control and turned the stereo on. In the stereo was a CD chanted, “You are my tickle slave, you must obey Me.” for one hour. The next hour it talked about the insane and maddening tickle itch of the ants crawling all over Jana’s helpless feet and in between her toes. After a couple of minutes of observing his inhumane and sadistic tickling, Miss Ferguson left the room.
Days passed by when Miss Ferguson returned to see how Jana was doing. She walked over and took a gander at her. She looked at her feet to see that the ants were still at work crawling all over them. Only her sexy toes were wiggling out of reflex. Miss Ferguson looked at Sarah and realized that her mind had turned to mush; Jana’s life of tickle torture has just begun.
The end
