This is a "rewriting" I made of a story I found on this board. It includes REALLY HEAVY FOOT TICKLING!
It all happened so fast. The house had been dark and quiet, a typical weekday night. Christina and her daughter Audrina had gone to bed a few hours earlier. Now they were both very awake. Now Christina was very frightened, and Audrina was being tickled within an inch of her life. Christina's eyes darted back and forth from her daughter to her assailants, her mind grasping for some explanation, some reason why two intruders had broken into her house and were tickling her daughter's feet. They had forced her and her daughter to strip their clothes and to wear only a pair of black spandex leggings. Then they had assembled a four holed set of stocks at the foot of the bed and had locked their feet into them. Their hands had been tied above their head, rendering them completely helpless.
The two captors wore black outfits and ski masks, but Christina could tell they were both women. They had incredibly long, sharp, red manicured fingernails. She had heard them speak briefly to each other and then to Audrina before tickling began. She couldn't make out the entire conversation, but it sounded as if they asked Audrina a question. They must not have heard what they wanted, because Audrina immediately began to beg for mercy as they went to the foot of the bed. Each assailant grabbed one of Audrina's bare feet by the french-tipped pedicured toes, holding it firmly with one hand, and began furiously tickling the sole with the other. Audrina's pleas erupted in a scream which gave way to desperate laughter.
Audrina was a 21 years old brunette with great boobs and sinuous body. Her hair were straight and long and her eyes were blue. She was a really good looking girl. Her feet were high arched and really soft and tender because she took pedicure every week. They were famously ticklish, and this was not a playful tickle. That nails were obviously tickling weapon and they surely tickled crazy. These were women who knew what they wanted, they somehow knew that Audrina's feet were a sure-fire way to get it, and they weren’t messing around.
Christina began to beg with tears in her eyes for the torture to stop. It broke her heart to see her daughter suffer like this, especially as the result of such intentional cruelty. The only reply to her pleas was more laughter from Audrina. One of the captors was now holding Audrina's toes back and raking long fingernails up and down the outstretched sole. The other had let go and the fingers of both hands were skittering up and adown and all over the sides of her feet. The difference in sensation was maddening, and the ticklers seemed to know just how to mix it up to maintain the most ticklish effect.
While Audrina was awash in tickles, Christina was awash in conflict. The situation was horrifying (she was watching intruders torture her daughter), yet cartoonish (they were tickling her feet). She found herself wondering how frightened and concerned for Audrina she should be. On one hand, they were only tickling Audrina's feet. On the other hand, there was no such thing to Audrina as `just tickling her feet'.
As Christina pondered whether the intruders would move on to more `real' torture, she also for the first time if they would move on to her! The trauma of the situation delayed her realization that her own bare, tender and hyper ticklish feet were restrained and vulnerable at the end of the bed, inches from one pair of those tickling hands. This raised new conflict in Christina. Her maternal instinct longed to make her daughter's suffering stop, even if it meant taking her place. But her red painted toes involuntarily curled at the thought of those fingers on her own feet. It had been a long time since anyone had tickled her feet, and then it was only for a second or two.
Christina was a 40 years old woman, very similar to her daughter. Her own feet were incredibly smooth and ticklish, due to the fact that she took pedicure every week with her daughter.
These women had been tickling Audrina for nearly twenty minutes, now, and Christina wasn't sure she could take it any better than Audrina was. Christina could only guess what it was like to be tickled like that, but given the situation she thought it likely she would find out before all this was over.
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Audrina worked for did R&D work for Defence contracts. As an intern, Audrina never got to see any of the classified project files, but security was very tight — retinal scanners and everything — and it made Audrina feel like she was in the CIA or something. Her real role wasn't as grand as all that, but she didn't mind. She was only there for a couple months, and t would look good on her resume. The night was like any other. Her mom picked her up after work, they had dinner, watched some TV and went to bed. She awoke to a shadowy figure in a room, the feel of a gun on her cheek and a whispered warning to keep quiet – a warning she promptly ignored, though her scream was muffled by a gloved hand on her mouth. She was escorted roughly to her mother's room, where she was met with the bizarre sight of her mom tied hand and foot to her bed with her arms above her head. She called out to her mom, but was quickly shoved onto the bed. The intruder's gun convinced her to let the captors tie her down beside her mother.
She had hardly begun to process the situation when one of the intruders leaned over and whispered in her ear.
``We've come for information. But first, do you know what we're going to do if you don't tell us? I've heard your feet are ticklish, is that true?''
Audrina's eyes widened in horror. `Ticklish' didn't even begin to cover it. She begged and pleaded for the women not to tickle her. She said she'd tell them anything they wanted. She'd cooperate. She'd do anything. Just don't tickle her feet!
In those brief seconds, she forgot about everything: her job, her school, even her mother. She was only aware of was the intruders, her feet and how desperately she didn't want to be tickled. She begged and let out a giggle as each intruder grabbed a foot by the toes and bending them back, held it firmly. In anticipation, even holding her feet tickled, and she braced herself as best she could.
When the fingers hit her feet, she didn't even try to hold back. She let out a scream and then dissolved into hysterical laughter. Her feet didn't get tickled often, but it always shocked her just how much it tickled. It was always worse than she expected — and she expected it to be bad.
The intruders scribbled their wicked sharp fingernails all over her soles, never resting to let her get used to it, always moving to the next ticklish spot, vigorously wringing laughter from her faster than she could get it out. They changed their techniques frequently to keep her off balance. One stretched her foot tight and tickled her with fingernails while the other tickled her other foot all over with both hands. Every once in a while one would immobilize a foot with both hands while the other applied her nails to the helpless soles with both hands.
After a few seconds she felt as though she would die. After a few minutes she almost wished she would. The ticklers were relentless, and hers was a world of tickled feet and nothing else, though she could occasionally make out her mother's voice, pleading with the ticklers to stop.
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Christina was yelling now at the intruders to stop, to tickle her instead, but she was barely audible over her daughter’s laughter. After forty minutes she could tell Audrina had taken all she could. Why wouldn't they stop? What did they want?
They tickled her daughters non stop for a solid hour, then stopped. Christina braced herself in fear that they'd move on to her, but they didn't. Instead, they told Audrina she could expect more of the same unless she cooperated. The threat brought new energy to Audrina, though completely exhausted from the tickling. She said she'd tell them anything they wanted to know.
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Audrina's eye's grew and her spirit sunk to desperation when the intruders made their request. They wanted access codes to one of the classified project files where she worked. She tried to explain that she didn't know the codes. She tried to explain that she was only an intern, and they don't give interns clearance. She tried to explain that she would tell them if she knew!
“Guess we have to tickle her feet much longer and mercilessly” Her mind raced as the intruders returned to the foot of the bed. She didn't know the information they wanted from her, and they were going to tickle her until they believed her. It was out of her control, and she didn't know how long that would be.
Sharp fingernails raked her ticklish soles. Laughter and sensation quickly drowned out her thoughts.
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Christina begged the intruders to leave her daughter alone. She said she didn't know, but apparently the captors weren't convinced. They went back to work, enthusiastically tickling her feet. Audrina responded as she did before, with screaming laughter intermingled with almost-comprehensible pleas for mercy.
This was unreal, like something out of a bad movie. Christina watched Audrina's face. One moment her eyes would be wide with astonishment, gasping for air; the next her eyes would be shut tight, her mouth wide with laughter and a smile inconsistent with her state, laughing as though she could not get it out fast enough. Her laugh was sometimes a deep cackle, other times a sort of giggly twitter, and other times no sound escaped at all. Her head whipped back and forth while she strained against her bonds and her body bounced and twisted as much as it was able.
Christina wondered if Audrina knew the information. Christina didn't know much about what Audrina did, but she knew Audrina worked for a Defence contractor. Were the intruders wrong and tickling an innocent woman? Or were they right, and Audrina which meant Audrina was choosing to get tickled instead of talk? Was that possible? She supposed people did that, but they were soldiers and spies. This was Audrina. Could she really be making a decision to let herself get tickled? How long could she hold out?
Christina found herself wondering if she could make that same decision to let herself be tickled when she knew she could stop it. She guessed she already had a partial answer from offering to let the intruders tickle her instead of Audrina. If Christina was wiling to be tickled for Audrina, maybe Audrina was willing to be tickled for secrecy? If so, Audrina was the most dedicated woman she ever knew. If the intruders didn't get their information, it wouldn't be because they didn't tickle Audrina badly enough.
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The poor brunette was going crazy. The foot ticklers were clearly professional. They would continuously switch technique, tickling her soles mercilessly, drawing torturous picture on the balls of her feet, scratching her heel, probing her immaculate ticklish toes. The one on her right foot seems to be infatuated by her pink tender ticklish ball of her foot. The other one just grabbed her left foot by the toes with one hand and never stopped raking and scratching all over the helpless foot with the other. She was clearly infatuated by Audrina extra ticklish creamy white soles, in fact the centre of her foot was the spot where she would often scratch mercilessly for entire minutes.
“Ohh.. the poor ticklish girl could not stand when I tickle her right there? She can’t stand having the ball of her foot scratched and designed by long sharp fingernails?” Teased the right one as she tickled Audrina to madness.
“I think I’ve found her worst spot, but I’m not gonna tell you. I want to tickle her into submission and win our contest! Ahahahah….” Told the other, making Audrina spasm while zeroing on her spot.
The poor brunette squealed hysterically and tugged intensely at the ropes, but could do nothing but laugh and get her sexy pedicured feet tickled for another solid hour, even more mercilessly and wickedly than the first time. Eventually the tickling stopped again, and Audrina immediately began a breathless plea that she didn't know and to please stop tickling her. Christina didn't know how long it had been this time. She couldn't move enough to see the alarm clock.
The intruders whispered to each other and then repeated their request. Audrina again told them she didn't have the codes. They said that after the tickling they gave her she was either telling the truth or one of the toughest people they knew, but they weren't convinced. They said maybe she could stand the tickling, but they wondered if she could stand seeing her mother get it.
Time seemed to stand still in that instant for Christina. She heard Audrina continue to plead with the intruders, but her voice sounded distant. Christina watched as the women moved toward her side of the bed, toward her feet. They seemed to be moving almost in slow motion. Christina could suddenly feel every inch of her bare feet, every air current. This was it. She feared and expected this would happen, but now it was a reality. As the wicked fingernails descended and she braced herself, she wondered if it would be as bad as she expected.
It was worse. She couldn't remember the last time someone had playfully tickled her feet, but now she was really getting it. All she could think of was getting her feet away from those fingers, and how badly she wanted it to stop. She strained against her bonds, and laughed harder than she thought possible. Already her stomach ached.
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For the moment, Audrina was simply relieved that they stopped tickling her, and it made her feel a little guilty. Her mom was clearly as ticklish as she was, so she knew just what she was going through. The sensations were still fresh in her mind, and her feet still tingled from the tickling.
She kept silent as her mother wailed hysterically. It made her feel like a coward, but she knew if the ticklers stopped on her mother, they would just come back to her, and she just couldn't take it any more. She desperately wished that she had the information the intruders wanted. Hopelessness washed over her, realizing that her mother and she were doomed to be tickled until the intruders believed her.
After thirty minutes, she watched her mother almost stop struggling and laugh helplessly. They were tickling the fight out of her. Audrina began once again to plead with her captors. She begged them to leave her mother alone, that she didn't know anything — all the things she had already told them a dozen times already that night. They laughed and tickled more wickedly, making her mother spasm with renewed energy as her ticklish feet were brutally abused.
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Christina couldn’t stand anymore tickling. The constant wicked manipulation of her bare feet had her on the ropes. She had done or told anything just to get away from those evil sharp nails. They were mercilessly applying every ticklish technique they could think of, exploiting her worst spots the more they could, and making her suffer like never before. They scratched her pink soles, her pale arches, tickled her red painted toes and most of all the tender balls of her feet till she thought she would surely die or go insane.
“Poor ticklish mom, she can’t stand to be foot tickled but she had to endure this torture because of her stupid daughter” Told one while stroking the trembling ball of her right foot with her long fingernails, making the poor mom teeth clench in suffering.
“Maybe if we tickles her mother more wickedly her daughter would tell us everything” Told the other one, ruthlessly digging her nails between Christina spasming toes, draining the ticklish milf of her energy more and more.
“I think the only way to know is to try it!” Sentenced the other, launching a full scale ticklish assault on Christina right helpless foot, soon followed by the other tickler on the left foot.
Christina shrieked intensely and twisted like a madwoman. Clearly she could not stand the torment they were putting her. She was unable to escape those nails, to protect her bare feet, no matter how much she laughed or tugged at the ropes. Totally helpless, she became totally hysterical, laughing harder then she had ever done.
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Audrina didn’t know what to do. She had remained silent but they had tickled her mother. She had begged them and they had tickled much ruthlessly. All she could do was sit there and watch her poor mom being foot tickled to insanity. She had noticed that she could not stand having the balls of her feet toyed with, and was sure the intruders had noticed too. In fact, they were tickling her mother’s pedicured feet in every which way they could think, but the most used technique was to lock the toes with one hand and mercilessly tickle the ball of the foot with the other.
A final ten minutes assault on the ticklish milf with this maddening technique, signed the end of the tickling.
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Christina didn't know how long they tickled her feet. It seemed like forever. The last minutes had been really cruel for her. They had blocked her toes with one hand, exposing her helpless foot, and with the other hand they had pinched, caressed, stroked, raked and scratched vigorously at her poor balls of the feet. They had been merciless and relentless, determined to get her as bad as they could. She was still giggling as the sensation slowly wore off.
She didn't know what to think any more. The situation was so strange. These women wanted some information, and they thought Audrina had it. Audrina said she didn't know, so they had ruthlessly tickled her feet before turning their attention on Christina. Christina had never been tickled lie that in her life. It was torture, and she couldn't take it.
She began to wonder if Audrina was telling the truth. Had her daughter let her get tickled, knowing she could stop it? Christina didn't want to believe it, but she wanted to have her feet tickled like that again even less. She turned her head toward Audrina and began to beg her to please tell them what they wanted to know, to not let the tickle her any more. Audrina repeated her claim of ignorance, that she would stop it if she could. Their conversation was cut short by the intruders. They said they were starting to think maybe Audrina was telling the truth, but they were going to be sure. She watched as the woman on her daughter tied back Audrina's big toes to the stocks, rendering her bare feet now completely helpless.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell us? Last chance," the intruder threatened, wiggling two plastic hard-bristled hairbrushes just above Audrina's now helpless soles.
Audrina frozen in fear, begged and pleaded for her not to do this, but was soon back in tickled hysterics as the intruder scribbled her hairbrushes up and down and all over Audrina's sexy bare feet. The intruder got great pleasure on tickling Audrina’s feet in that way. It was clear Audrina could not stand the hairbrushes. She scratched and scratched, making her poor victim succumb to the silent laughter in less than ten minutes.
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Christina watched horrified the whole scene. Audrina was been driven out of her mind with foot tickling, and she know it was a matter of time first that she too was going to be tickled that way. She watched her daughter spasm as the intruder tickled all over her now pink soles, making the poor girl scream silently. Tears filled her face, her eyes closed and her open wide mouth showed all her incredible sufferance. All the time, the other intruder was teasing the two victims with promise of what was going to come.
“Poor Audrina is suffering a lot, she can’t stand having her poor sexy tender feet brushed.” She said to the ticklish two.
“Soon you’ll be the one screaming in silent laughter, trying to tell us to stop tickling your poor ticklish feet with the brushes, to tell how much you are suffering and ho much you can’t stand it. Imagine all those hard bristles ravage your creamy white soles, tickling your arches no stop, scratching the tender balls of your feet, you think you will resist this? I don’t think so” She whispered into Christina’s ear, making her froze in fear.
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“So Audrina, you are not gonna tell us what we want to know? Well, I think I’m gonna tell my friend to tickle your worst ticklish spot, the creamy soles of your feet. I know it is your spot, where you really really can’t stand it.” She whispered in Audrina’s ear, making the poor girl spasm for what was going to come. If only she had known what they wanted to know, she had confessed everything at this point, just to get her poor feet away from that wicked bitch and her evil brushes. But she didn’t know anything,
“TICKLE THE SOLES OF HER FEET, IS HER WORST SPOT!” She said to her partner, who immediately launched a full scale ticklish assault on the now pink hypersensitive creamy soles. The poor ticklish girl couldn’t do much more than spasm like crazy and gasp desperately for air. She felt so helpless, her feet tied with her toes back had no chance to avoid the brushes and she was unable to stop those bitches from driving her insane.
Defiantly, Audrina clenched her teeth and got on with her head, trying to not succumb to the heavy foot tickling. She tugged and tugged at the ropes, spasmed and twisted, trying everything to free herself and evade those fucking evil hairbrushes that were driving her completely mad, but no matter how she tried, she was tied good and could not escape the evil brushes that were furiously tickling her ticklish feet. Soon, she couldn’t even fight anymore the torturous feeling coming from her ticklish soles. Her mouth opened wide again in a silent breathless scream, showing all her submission, she lost her strength and fell back on the bed, laying limply almost letting those brushes doing their ticklish work on her tender soles.
“What’s the matter? The poor little ticklish girl could not stand having her soles ravaged? Bad for you, because you are gonna get it all night long ahahahahahah!” Teased the other tickler, while Audrina succumbed definitively to the insufferable foot tickling, starting to drool while laughing silently, unable to close her mouth.
She tried to beg, to tell how much they were torturing her, to get some mercy, but the brushes scratched and scratched till finally, after a long hour of tickling, the poor girl could really not stand anymore, her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out.
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Tears filled Christina's eyes as the sight of her daughter's last gasp was joined by the sensation of her own big toes being tied back. Feeling completely helpless and seeing the tickler stroke her hand with the hairbrush, she shook her head, pleading for mercy, but within seconds she was lost in the sensation of hard bristles tickling madly all over her ticklish feet. They alternated from slow tracing across her toes and balls, to hard scratching on her soles, to dancing in her arches, and back again.
“Time for motherly sufferance. Are you going to stand it better of your daughter? I wish so for you, because the one who will faint first is the one who is gonna get it again when she regain her senses.” Claimed the teasing one.
The sharp long lacqued fingernails on her feet had been really bad, but this was somehow worse. This was really unbearable. The last coherent tough was for her poor daughter who had just endured more than an hour of this torture. How did she done it? The brushes denied her the capability of think as the tickler scrubbed wickedly at her tender pale arches. As one of her worst spot was being cruelly attacked, she collapsed in silent laughter, revealing her weakness to the foot ticklers.
“It seems someone is just too ticklish on her arches, it seems someone could really not stand to be tickled there by hard bristled hairbrushes” Teased the intruder while Christina gasped for breath.
The vigorous attack on her ticklish arches continued till Christina was red in face, with mouth open-wide and tears filled her checks. Then the tickler started tickling the hyper-ticklish balls of her feet, that were equally ticklish than her arches.
“Poor Christina can’t stand it on the pink ticklish ball of her feet? I think those brushes must tickle a lot, and they could tickle your arches and the ball of your feet at the same time. What if I tell my friend to tickle you like this?” Christina tried to beg them not to tickle her like this, but her voice betrayed her.
“TICKLE THOSE SOFT TICKLISH BALLS AND THOSE CREAMY PALE ARCHES TOGHETER, SHE WOULD GO CRAZY!” And the brushes founded their way to the worst ticklish spots on Christina’s feet. The poor mom reacted like she was been electrocuted. Gasping for breath she tried vainly to fight back the sensation, to free herself, just to submit to the constant ravaging of her sexy ticklish bare feet.
“The ticklish mom is already defeated? She can’t stand a little brushing on her sexy pedicured bare little feet? I think this is gonna be a long torturous night for you ahahahah!” Teased the other one.
As the minutes passed, the tickling become more and more unbearable. The foot tickling was driving Christina completely crazy but she could not avoid the evil brushes. The toe tying was having a great impact on her, making her feel completely helpless. Her body spasmed and spasmed, as the tickler scratched her pale arches and the tender balls of her feet non stop. She lost track of time as the evil bristles driven her to the brink of insanity. The constant stimulation of her worst spots made her lose her strength and collapse on the bed, completely submitted. In a matter of time, her own eyes rolled back, as everything went black and she lost consciousness.
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When she regained her senses, she heard a sound of fast moving. Looking at her daughter, she seen the poor girl was been tickled again, this time by two tickler, each one taking care of one foot with the brush, fingernails and mouth. Audrina was trashing on the bed, clearly in a state of pure ticklish panic. She had never seen her daughter so hysterics. The foot tickling was so intense she could not breathe and emitted only tiny squeaks that revealed all her sufferance.
“Welcome back ticklish mom” Said one of the intruders, scratching the hairbrush on her daughters left sole vigorously.
“You slept two hours, we were annoying and decided to play again with your ticklish daughters” Said the other one scribbling the ball of the right foot with the brush and scratching at the sole with her wicked sharp nails.
“She had lost your ticklish duel, so she has to take penitence. But don’t worry, she is going to pass out again…” Said the one at the left foot, now brushing the foot all over furiously.
“So we can play with your ticklish soles all over!” Concluded the other one, applying the same technique.
Christina froze in fear. They had been tickling her daughter’s feet like this for two hours. Audrina was in a state of pure ticklish hysteria, showing signs of delirium. Her eyes had rolled back, and she spasmed tightly, boobies shaking and shimmering as she laughed silently because she couldn¹t inhale. Saliva drooled from her mouth, and tears and sweat made a damp halo around her head on the pillow. She was clearly close to faint again, and Christina had no doubt they were telling the truth. Christina sobbed, knowing that soon she will be the one tickled to madness again.
She and her daughter screamed and laughed and begged as the intruders tickled the pair into unconsciousness a lot of time that night. When they finally stopped, the only sound in the room were the breathless giggles of the mother and daughter, too exhausted from the tickling to beg.
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It all happened so fast. The house had been dark and quiet, a typical weekday night. Christina and her daughter Audrina had gone to bed a few hours earlier. Now they were both very awake. Now Christina was very frightened, and Audrina was being tickled within an inch of her life. Christina's eyes darted back and forth from her daughter to her assailants, her mind grasping for some explanation, some reason why two intruders had broken into her house and were tickling her daughter's feet. They had forced her and her daughter to strip their clothes and to wear only a pair of black spandex leggings. Then they had assembled a four holed set of stocks at the foot of the bed and had locked their feet into them. Their hands had been tied above their head, rendering them completely helpless.
The two captors wore black outfits and ski masks, but Christina could tell they were both women. They had incredibly long, sharp, red manicured fingernails. She had heard them speak briefly to each other and then to Audrina before tickling began. She couldn't make out the entire conversation, but it sounded as if they asked Audrina a question. They must not have heard what they wanted, because Audrina immediately began to beg for mercy as they went to the foot of the bed. Each assailant grabbed one of Audrina's bare feet by the french-tipped pedicured toes, holding it firmly with one hand, and began furiously tickling the sole with the other. Audrina's pleas erupted in a scream which gave way to desperate laughter.
Audrina was a 21 years old brunette with great boobs and sinuous body. Her hair were straight and long and her eyes were blue. She was a really good looking girl. Her feet were high arched and really soft and tender because she took pedicure every week. They were famously ticklish, and this was not a playful tickle. That nails were obviously tickling weapon and they surely tickled crazy. These were women who knew what they wanted, they somehow knew that Audrina's feet were a sure-fire way to get it, and they weren’t messing around.
Christina began to beg with tears in her eyes for the torture to stop. It broke her heart to see her daughter suffer like this, especially as the result of such intentional cruelty. The only reply to her pleas was more laughter from Audrina. One of the captors was now holding Audrina's toes back and raking long fingernails up and down the outstretched sole. The other had let go and the fingers of both hands were skittering up and adown and all over the sides of her feet. The difference in sensation was maddening, and the ticklers seemed to know just how to mix it up to maintain the most ticklish effect.
While Audrina was awash in tickles, Christina was awash in conflict. The situation was horrifying (she was watching intruders torture her daughter), yet cartoonish (they were tickling her feet). She found herself wondering how frightened and concerned for Audrina she should be. On one hand, they were only tickling Audrina's feet. On the other hand, there was no such thing to Audrina as `just tickling her feet'.
As Christina pondered whether the intruders would move on to more `real' torture, she also for the first time if they would move on to her! The trauma of the situation delayed her realization that her own bare, tender and hyper ticklish feet were restrained and vulnerable at the end of the bed, inches from one pair of those tickling hands. This raised new conflict in Christina. Her maternal instinct longed to make her daughter's suffering stop, even if it meant taking her place. But her red painted toes involuntarily curled at the thought of those fingers on her own feet. It had been a long time since anyone had tickled her feet, and then it was only for a second or two.
Christina was a 40 years old woman, very similar to her daughter. Her own feet were incredibly smooth and ticklish, due to the fact that she took pedicure every week with her daughter.
These women had been tickling Audrina for nearly twenty minutes, now, and Christina wasn't sure she could take it any better than Audrina was. Christina could only guess what it was like to be tickled like that, but given the situation she thought it likely she would find out before all this was over.
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Audrina worked for did R&D work for Defence contracts. As an intern, Audrina never got to see any of the classified project files, but security was very tight — retinal scanners and everything — and it made Audrina feel like she was in the CIA or something. Her real role wasn't as grand as all that, but she didn't mind. She was only there for a couple months, and t would look good on her resume. The night was like any other. Her mom picked her up after work, they had dinner, watched some TV and went to bed. She awoke to a shadowy figure in a room, the feel of a gun on her cheek and a whispered warning to keep quiet – a warning she promptly ignored, though her scream was muffled by a gloved hand on her mouth. She was escorted roughly to her mother's room, where she was met with the bizarre sight of her mom tied hand and foot to her bed with her arms above her head. She called out to her mom, but was quickly shoved onto the bed. The intruder's gun convinced her to let the captors tie her down beside her mother.
She had hardly begun to process the situation when one of the intruders leaned over and whispered in her ear.
``We've come for information. But first, do you know what we're going to do if you don't tell us? I've heard your feet are ticklish, is that true?''
Audrina's eyes widened in horror. `Ticklish' didn't even begin to cover it. She begged and pleaded for the women not to tickle her. She said she'd tell them anything they wanted. She'd cooperate. She'd do anything. Just don't tickle her feet!
In those brief seconds, she forgot about everything: her job, her school, even her mother. She was only aware of was the intruders, her feet and how desperately she didn't want to be tickled. She begged and let out a giggle as each intruder grabbed a foot by the toes and bending them back, held it firmly. In anticipation, even holding her feet tickled, and she braced herself as best she could.
When the fingers hit her feet, she didn't even try to hold back. She let out a scream and then dissolved into hysterical laughter. Her feet didn't get tickled often, but it always shocked her just how much it tickled. It was always worse than she expected — and she expected it to be bad.
The intruders scribbled their wicked sharp fingernails all over her soles, never resting to let her get used to it, always moving to the next ticklish spot, vigorously wringing laughter from her faster than she could get it out. They changed their techniques frequently to keep her off balance. One stretched her foot tight and tickled her with fingernails while the other tickled her other foot all over with both hands. Every once in a while one would immobilize a foot with both hands while the other applied her nails to the helpless soles with both hands.
After a few seconds she felt as though she would die. After a few minutes she almost wished she would. The ticklers were relentless, and hers was a world of tickled feet and nothing else, though she could occasionally make out her mother's voice, pleading with the ticklers to stop.
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Christina was yelling now at the intruders to stop, to tickle her instead, but she was barely audible over her daughter’s laughter. After forty minutes she could tell Audrina had taken all she could. Why wouldn't they stop? What did they want?
They tickled her daughters non stop for a solid hour, then stopped. Christina braced herself in fear that they'd move on to her, but they didn't. Instead, they told Audrina she could expect more of the same unless she cooperated. The threat brought new energy to Audrina, though completely exhausted from the tickling. She said she'd tell them anything they wanted to know.
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Audrina's eye's grew and her spirit sunk to desperation when the intruders made their request. They wanted access codes to one of the classified project files where she worked. She tried to explain that she didn't know the codes. She tried to explain that she was only an intern, and they don't give interns clearance. She tried to explain that she would tell them if she knew!
“Guess we have to tickle her feet much longer and mercilessly” Her mind raced as the intruders returned to the foot of the bed. She didn't know the information they wanted from her, and they were going to tickle her until they believed her. It was out of her control, and she didn't know how long that would be.
Sharp fingernails raked her ticklish soles. Laughter and sensation quickly drowned out her thoughts.
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Christina begged the intruders to leave her daughter alone. She said she didn't know, but apparently the captors weren't convinced. They went back to work, enthusiastically tickling her feet. Audrina responded as she did before, with screaming laughter intermingled with almost-comprehensible pleas for mercy.
This was unreal, like something out of a bad movie. Christina watched Audrina's face. One moment her eyes would be wide with astonishment, gasping for air; the next her eyes would be shut tight, her mouth wide with laughter and a smile inconsistent with her state, laughing as though she could not get it out fast enough. Her laugh was sometimes a deep cackle, other times a sort of giggly twitter, and other times no sound escaped at all. Her head whipped back and forth while she strained against her bonds and her body bounced and twisted as much as it was able.
Christina wondered if Audrina knew the information. Christina didn't know much about what Audrina did, but she knew Audrina worked for a Defence contractor. Were the intruders wrong and tickling an innocent woman? Or were they right, and Audrina which meant Audrina was choosing to get tickled instead of talk? Was that possible? She supposed people did that, but they were soldiers and spies. This was Audrina. Could she really be making a decision to let herself get tickled? How long could she hold out?
Christina found herself wondering if she could make that same decision to let herself be tickled when she knew she could stop it. She guessed she already had a partial answer from offering to let the intruders tickle her instead of Audrina. If Christina was wiling to be tickled for Audrina, maybe Audrina was willing to be tickled for secrecy? If so, Audrina was the most dedicated woman she ever knew. If the intruders didn't get their information, it wouldn't be because they didn't tickle Audrina badly enough.
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The poor brunette was going crazy. The foot ticklers were clearly professional. They would continuously switch technique, tickling her soles mercilessly, drawing torturous picture on the balls of her feet, scratching her heel, probing her immaculate ticklish toes. The one on her right foot seems to be infatuated by her pink tender ticklish ball of her foot. The other one just grabbed her left foot by the toes with one hand and never stopped raking and scratching all over the helpless foot with the other. She was clearly infatuated by Audrina extra ticklish creamy white soles, in fact the centre of her foot was the spot where she would often scratch mercilessly for entire minutes.
“Ohh.. the poor ticklish girl could not stand when I tickle her right there? She can’t stand having the ball of her foot scratched and designed by long sharp fingernails?” Teased the right one as she tickled Audrina to madness.
“I think I’ve found her worst spot, but I’m not gonna tell you. I want to tickle her into submission and win our contest! Ahahahah….” Told the other, making Audrina spasm while zeroing on her spot.
The poor brunette squealed hysterically and tugged intensely at the ropes, but could do nothing but laugh and get her sexy pedicured feet tickled for another solid hour, even more mercilessly and wickedly than the first time. Eventually the tickling stopped again, and Audrina immediately began a breathless plea that she didn't know and to please stop tickling her. Christina didn't know how long it had been this time. She couldn't move enough to see the alarm clock.
The intruders whispered to each other and then repeated their request. Audrina again told them she didn't have the codes. They said that after the tickling they gave her she was either telling the truth or one of the toughest people they knew, but they weren't convinced. They said maybe she could stand the tickling, but they wondered if she could stand seeing her mother get it.
Time seemed to stand still in that instant for Christina. She heard Audrina continue to plead with the intruders, but her voice sounded distant. Christina watched as the women moved toward her side of the bed, toward her feet. They seemed to be moving almost in slow motion. Christina could suddenly feel every inch of her bare feet, every air current. This was it. She feared and expected this would happen, but now it was a reality. As the wicked fingernails descended and she braced herself, she wondered if it would be as bad as she expected.
It was worse. She couldn't remember the last time someone had playfully tickled her feet, but now she was really getting it. All she could think of was getting her feet away from those fingers, and how badly she wanted it to stop. She strained against her bonds, and laughed harder than she thought possible. Already her stomach ached.
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For the moment, Audrina was simply relieved that they stopped tickling her, and it made her feel a little guilty. Her mom was clearly as ticklish as she was, so she knew just what she was going through. The sensations were still fresh in her mind, and her feet still tingled from the tickling.
She kept silent as her mother wailed hysterically. It made her feel like a coward, but she knew if the ticklers stopped on her mother, they would just come back to her, and she just couldn't take it any more. She desperately wished that she had the information the intruders wanted. Hopelessness washed over her, realizing that her mother and she were doomed to be tickled until the intruders believed her.
After thirty minutes, she watched her mother almost stop struggling and laugh helplessly. They were tickling the fight out of her. Audrina began once again to plead with her captors. She begged them to leave her mother alone, that she didn't know anything — all the things she had already told them a dozen times already that night. They laughed and tickled more wickedly, making her mother spasm with renewed energy as her ticklish feet were brutally abused.
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Christina couldn’t stand anymore tickling. The constant wicked manipulation of her bare feet had her on the ropes. She had done or told anything just to get away from those evil sharp nails. They were mercilessly applying every ticklish technique they could think of, exploiting her worst spots the more they could, and making her suffer like never before. They scratched her pink soles, her pale arches, tickled her red painted toes and most of all the tender balls of her feet till she thought she would surely die or go insane.
“Poor ticklish mom, she can’t stand to be foot tickled but she had to endure this torture because of her stupid daughter” Told one while stroking the trembling ball of her right foot with her long fingernails, making the poor mom teeth clench in suffering.
“Maybe if we tickles her mother more wickedly her daughter would tell us everything” Told the other one, ruthlessly digging her nails between Christina spasming toes, draining the ticklish milf of her energy more and more.
“I think the only way to know is to try it!” Sentenced the other, launching a full scale ticklish assault on Christina right helpless foot, soon followed by the other tickler on the left foot.
Christina shrieked intensely and twisted like a madwoman. Clearly she could not stand the torment they were putting her. She was unable to escape those nails, to protect her bare feet, no matter how much she laughed or tugged at the ropes. Totally helpless, she became totally hysterical, laughing harder then she had ever done.
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Audrina didn’t know what to do. She had remained silent but they had tickled her mother. She had begged them and they had tickled much ruthlessly. All she could do was sit there and watch her poor mom being foot tickled to insanity. She had noticed that she could not stand having the balls of her feet toyed with, and was sure the intruders had noticed too. In fact, they were tickling her mother’s pedicured feet in every which way they could think, but the most used technique was to lock the toes with one hand and mercilessly tickle the ball of the foot with the other.
A final ten minutes assault on the ticklish milf with this maddening technique, signed the end of the tickling.
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Christina didn't know how long they tickled her feet. It seemed like forever. The last minutes had been really cruel for her. They had blocked her toes with one hand, exposing her helpless foot, and with the other hand they had pinched, caressed, stroked, raked and scratched vigorously at her poor balls of the feet. They had been merciless and relentless, determined to get her as bad as they could. She was still giggling as the sensation slowly wore off.
She didn't know what to think any more. The situation was so strange. These women wanted some information, and they thought Audrina had it. Audrina said she didn't know, so they had ruthlessly tickled her feet before turning their attention on Christina. Christina had never been tickled lie that in her life. It was torture, and she couldn't take it.
She began to wonder if Audrina was telling the truth. Had her daughter let her get tickled, knowing she could stop it? Christina didn't want to believe it, but she wanted to have her feet tickled like that again even less. She turned her head toward Audrina and began to beg her to please tell them what they wanted to know, to not let the tickle her any more. Audrina repeated her claim of ignorance, that she would stop it if she could. Their conversation was cut short by the intruders. They said they were starting to think maybe Audrina was telling the truth, but they were going to be sure. She watched as the woman on her daughter tied back Audrina's big toes to the stocks, rendering her bare feet now completely helpless.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell us? Last chance," the intruder threatened, wiggling two plastic hard-bristled hairbrushes just above Audrina's now helpless soles.
Audrina frozen in fear, begged and pleaded for her not to do this, but was soon back in tickled hysterics as the intruder scribbled her hairbrushes up and down and all over Audrina's sexy bare feet. The intruder got great pleasure on tickling Audrina’s feet in that way. It was clear Audrina could not stand the hairbrushes. She scratched and scratched, making her poor victim succumb to the silent laughter in less than ten minutes.
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Christina watched horrified the whole scene. Audrina was been driven out of her mind with foot tickling, and she know it was a matter of time first that she too was going to be tickled that way. She watched her daughter spasm as the intruder tickled all over her now pink soles, making the poor girl scream silently. Tears filled her face, her eyes closed and her open wide mouth showed all her incredible sufferance. All the time, the other intruder was teasing the two victims with promise of what was going to come.
“Poor Audrina is suffering a lot, she can’t stand having her poor sexy tender feet brushed.” She said to the ticklish two.
“Soon you’ll be the one screaming in silent laughter, trying to tell us to stop tickling your poor ticklish feet with the brushes, to tell how much you are suffering and ho much you can’t stand it. Imagine all those hard bristles ravage your creamy white soles, tickling your arches no stop, scratching the tender balls of your feet, you think you will resist this? I don’t think so” She whispered into Christina’s ear, making her froze in fear.
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“So Audrina, you are not gonna tell us what we want to know? Well, I think I’m gonna tell my friend to tickle your worst ticklish spot, the creamy soles of your feet. I know it is your spot, where you really really can’t stand it.” She whispered in Audrina’s ear, making the poor girl spasm for what was going to come. If only she had known what they wanted to know, she had confessed everything at this point, just to get her poor feet away from that wicked bitch and her evil brushes. But she didn’t know anything,
“TICKLE THE SOLES OF HER FEET, IS HER WORST SPOT!” She said to her partner, who immediately launched a full scale ticklish assault on the now pink hypersensitive creamy soles. The poor ticklish girl couldn’t do much more than spasm like crazy and gasp desperately for air. She felt so helpless, her feet tied with her toes back had no chance to avoid the brushes and she was unable to stop those bitches from driving her insane.
Defiantly, Audrina clenched her teeth and got on with her head, trying to not succumb to the heavy foot tickling. She tugged and tugged at the ropes, spasmed and twisted, trying everything to free herself and evade those fucking evil hairbrushes that were driving her completely mad, but no matter how she tried, she was tied good and could not escape the evil brushes that were furiously tickling her ticklish feet. Soon, she couldn’t even fight anymore the torturous feeling coming from her ticklish soles. Her mouth opened wide again in a silent breathless scream, showing all her submission, she lost her strength and fell back on the bed, laying limply almost letting those brushes doing their ticklish work on her tender soles.
“What’s the matter? The poor little ticklish girl could not stand having her soles ravaged? Bad for you, because you are gonna get it all night long ahahahahahah!” Teased the other tickler, while Audrina succumbed definitively to the insufferable foot tickling, starting to drool while laughing silently, unable to close her mouth.
She tried to beg, to tell how much they were torturing her, to get some mercy, but the brushes scratched and scratched till finally, after a long hour of tickling, the poor girl could really not stand anymore, her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out.
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Tears filled Christina's eyes as the sight of her daughter's last gasp was joined by the sensation of her own big toes being tied back. Feeling completely helpless and seeing the tickler stroke her hand with the hairbrush, she shook her head, pleading for mercy, but within seconds she was lost in the sensation of hard bristles tickling madly all over her ticklish feet. They alternated from slow tracing across her toes and balls, to hard scratching on her soles, to dancing in her arches, and back again.
“Time for motherly sufferance. Are you going to stand it better of your daughter? I wish so for you, because the one who will faint first is the one who is gonna get it again when she regain her senses.” Claimed the teasing one.
The sharp long lacqued fingernails on her feet had been really bad, but this was somehow worse. This was really unbearable. The last coherent tough was for her poor daughter who had just endured more than an hour of this torture. How did she done it? The brushes denied her the capability of think as the tickler scrubbed wickedly at her tender pale arches. As one of her worst spot was being cruelly attacked, she collapsed in silent laughter, revealing her weakness to the foot ticklers.
“It seems someone is just too ticklish on her arches, it seems someone could really not stand to be tickled there by hard bristled hairbrushes” Teased the intruder while Christina gasped for breath.
The vigorous attack on her ticklish arches continued till Christina was red in face, with mouth open-wide and tears filled her checks. Then the tickler started tickling the hyper-ticklish balls of her feet, that were equally ticklish than her arches.
“Poor Christina can’t stand it on the pink ticklish ball of her feet? I think those brushes must tickle a lot, and they could tickle your arches and the ball of your feet at the same time. What if I tell my friend to tickle you like this?” Christina tried to beg them not to tickle her like this, but her voice betrayed her.
“TICKLE THOSE SOFT TICKLISH BALLS AND THOSE CREAMY PALE ARCHES TOGHETER, SHE WOULD GO CRAZY!” And the brushes founded their way to the worst ticklish spots on Christina’s feet. The poor mom reacted like she was been electrocuted. Gasping for breath she tried vainly to fight back the sensation, to free herself, just to submit to the constant ravaging of her sexy ticklish bare feet.
“The ticklish mom is already defeated? She can’t stand a little brushing on her sexy pedicured bare little feet? I think this is gonna be a long torturous night for you ahahahah!” Teased the other one.
As the minutes passed, the tickling become more and more unbearable. The foot tickling was driving Christina completely crazy but she could not avoid the evil brushes. The toe tying was having a great impact on her, making her feel completely helpless. Her body spasmed and spasmed, as the tickler scratched her pale arches and the tender balls of her feet non stop. She lost track of time as the evil bristles driven her to the brink of insanity. The constant stimulation of her worst spots made her lose her strength and collapse on the bed, completely submitted. In a matter of time, her own eyes rolled back, as everything went black and she lost consciousness.
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When she regained her senses, she heard a sound of fast moving. Looking at her daughter, she seen the poor girl was been tickled again, this time by two tickler, each one taking care of one foot with the brush, fingernails and mouth. Audrina was trashing on the bed, clearly in a state of pure ticklish panic. She had never seen her daughter so hysterics. The foot tickling was so intense she could not breathe and emitted only tiny squeaks that revealed all her sufferance.
“Welcome back ticklish mom” Said one of the intruders, scratching the hairbrush on her daughters left sole vigorously.
“You slept two hours, we were annoying and decided to play again with your ticklish daughters” Said the other one scribbling the ball of the right foot with the brush and scratching at the sole with her wicked sharp nails.
“She had lost your ticklish duel, so she has to take penitence. But don’t worry, she is going to pass out again…” Said the one at the left foot, now brushing the foot all over furiously.
“So we can play with your ticklish soles all over!” Concluded the other one, applying the same technique.
Christina froze in fear. They had been tickling her daughter’s feet like this for two hours. Audrina was in a state of pure ticklish hysteria, showing signs of delirium. Her eyes had rolled back, and she spasmed tightly, boobies shaking and shimmering as she laughed silently because she couldn¹t inhale. Saliva drooled from her mouth, and tears and sweat made a damp halo around her head on the pillow. She was clearly close to faint again, and Christina had no doubt they were telling the truth. Christina sobbed, knowing that soon she will be the one tickled to madness again.
She and her daughter screamed and laughed and begged as the intruders tickled the pair into unconsciousness a lot of time that night. When they finally stopped, the only sound in the room were the breathless giggles of the mother and daughter, too exhausted from the tickling to beg.
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