The acrid smell of ammonia wafted up into the Brunettes nostrils,she was shaken from her slumber abruptly. "Oh goodie!!! She's awake again!!! Oh we thought we may have lost you there." squealed the young blond standing in front of her, she was enjoying this entirely too much. The Brunette raised her chin and looked at the blond, her eyes stained with tears pleaded for mercy. The Brunette was a mess. Her face was crimson with the tracks of her tears were evident where they been rolling down her cheeks for several hours. Her eyes were were red, swollen and tear stained. The Brunettes long,wavy hair was matted to her face with sweat. Her entire bare upper body, from the hollows of her underarms all the way to her hip bones was red and scratched. The Brunette hung there by her wrists, her hands had been bound together in leather cuffs and then hung over a beam in the middle of the room, in fact if it weren't for the fact the she was hanging by her wrists she would have collapsed to the floor a long time ago.
The blond stepped back and looked at the Brunette and grinned, "Ok, Heather, it's your turn again, your time to beat is 38 minutes" the blond announced looking at her watch. Heather, another stunning blond sat her drink down on the table and pulled herself off the leather couch "38 minutes huh? Oh I think I can beat your time Mandy. What do you think Hun?" she said to the Brunette who only could manage to shake her head slightly before she began to sob again. As Heather stumbled up to the poor Brunette, Mandy took her place on the posh couch that adorned the front room of her Daddy's hunting lodge, as she sat down she took a long drink of her glass and giggled as Heather circled their prey. As Heather circled behind the Brunette she placed her long, red talons on the poor girls rib cage and began to slowly dig her nails in between the ribs of the poor girl...the Brunette screamed immediately..."Oooooohhhh.....please.....hahahahahaa...hehehehe..no.no..hahhah ...hahahhaa..hahahahahaa....." and so it began again for the Brunette. Heather's long nails worked the poor girl over mercilessly, poking and prodding each of her ribs as the Brunette, mustering whatever remaining strength she had left tried to dance away from those nails, but being hung as she was she couldn't dance too far from the sadistic teenager or her nails. Mandy called out the time as it went by...."Oh Heather......15 minutes....your running out of time...." Upon hearing the time Heather stepped up her game, her talons flying faster on the Brunettes bare skin, tickling all over her stomach, Heather made sure she got her index fingernail deep inside the Brunettes bellybutton and sadistically twisted it inside the Brunette, which caused the poor girl to let loose a loud, deep, guttural scream so loud that Mandy almost dropped her drink. Heather, pleased with her discovery continued to attack the poor Brunettes helpless bellybutton. While her index finger twisted and turned inside her ticklish bellybutton, the five nails on the other hand tickled the tummy. The entire time the Brunette laughed and screamed, unable to do anything else, her laugh was hoarse and rough from laughing so hard for so long, her ribs ached as she struggled to inhale oxygen...she was losing her mind, she couldn't form any thoughts......her mind was beginning to fog over again, and then it happened......things faded to black...... again.
Once again the smell of ammonia brought the Brunette back to life, the first thing she spied were those damn nails of Heather holding the ammonia popper under her nose...the Brunette cough and wheezed, sucking in as much air as possible. " How was my time Manders?" Heather asked as if she was inquiring as to her time at a swim meet. "Sorry Heather....that was 45 minutes, take a shot!!!" Mandy exclaimed. Heather grabbed the shot glass and downed the thick, warm liquid down her throat in a single shallow, the she turned back to the exhausted Brunette and spat at her " I b-blame you bitch." Then she collapsed giggling on the couch next to her friend. Mandy pulled herself up off the couch and staggered to over where the Brunette's limp body hung. With the big smile on her face she lifted up her long, well manicured nails and placed them in the exposed hollows of the Brunettes sensitive underarms and ever so slowly began tracing circles with the tips of her nails. The poor Brunette burst into laughter once again, much to the delight of the sadistic teenager. Heather, giggling and drinking on the couch, shouted encouragement to her friend " Oh that's it Mandy, make her laugh!!! Oh I bet this is torture isn't it?" she mocked the Brunette who was only slightly aware of her surroundings at this point. The blond just continued to grin and work her nails all across the sensitive skin underneath the Brunette's arms, long strokes of the sharp nails across the hollows of her arms quickly reduced the Brunette to a screeching mess of tickled flesh, not the either of the two blonds minded one bit. Finally, and mercifully the Brunette's head dropped to her chest and once more she passed out.
It was a normal Tuesday night for Celeste Black. She was leaving her night class at the local community college, as she did every Tuesday. She didn't think the yellow VW beetle circling the parking lot looked out of place, lot's of students drove such cars. Celeste wasn't even alarmed as the young blond approached her in the parking lot, in fact Celeste even smiled and said "hello" as the blond past her, and she sure wasn't expecting to be tasered. The next thing Celeste remembered was waking up in the back seat with her wrists and ankles both bound with zip ties and a gag in her mouth. The unmistakable smell of marijuana filled her nose as she heard the voices of two young females talking in the front seat. A million thoughts entered Celeste's mind, who were these girls? why did they take her? and most importantly, what did they want from her? The passenger heard the stirring coming from the back seat first, she turned around and smiled at Celeste and said to the driver of the VW "Oh look!! Our little friend is awake!!" The driver took a long toke on the blunt and said "'Bout time, I was worried that the taser may have killed her, I'm so glad that Daddy gave it to me for protection. hehe" Celeste tried to speak to the two, asking what was going on, but through her gag it just came out mumbled and garbled. Finally the car came to a stop and the two blonds exited the car and pulled Celeste from the backseat. Celeste took in a moment to take in her surroundings, she was somewhere in the woods, it was so quiet, only the sounds of nature filled her ears, screaming for help would do no good she thought to herself as she was being pushed toward a cottage that was up ahead. The taller of the two blonds open the cottage door while her friend pushed the Brunette through the door.Once inside the two worked quickly, cutting the zip ties from the Brunette's wrists and quickly locking them in padded cuffs that were suspended from a wooden beam that run the length of the cottage. The Brunette tried to scream, reason, beg, whatever it would take for the two to listen to her, but the gag prevented any communication. Once she was strung up and hanging by her wrists the two young blonds stepped back and admired their handiwork." Hmmmm you know Heather, I think she may be a bit overdressed for what we have in store for her." Heather giggled and replied "I think your right Mandy." With that the taller of the two stepped toward the frightened Brunette and began removing her shirt. "There Heather, whaddya think now?" Her friend giggled and said "Better, but I think we can do better." she announced as she stepped to the Brunette and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, the Brunette blushed immediately. She looked up at the clock on the wall, it was 8:45 PM.
The hours passed slowly for the Brunette, she was being tickled constantly, either by one blond girl or the other. Her voice was completely gone, her laugh that friends and family would describe as " a lilting, musical demure laugh" had been replaced by a rapsy, tortured laugh and now finally to nothing but silence and the occasional awkward squeaks and squeals. It was the shorter of the two girls turn to "entertain" their guest, she stumbled off the couch and staggered to the Brunette..."Hmmmm so where else are you ticklish huh?" she asked, the Brunette only softly sobbed, as she had been doing for the previous three hours, "Well, don't wanna talk huh? Oh that's alright, I'll find it myself" she said with a giggle. She reached down and grabbed the leg of the Brunette, admired the flats that adorned the foot, then she began tugging at the shoe until she finally dislodged it from her foot. The blond took a moment to gaze at the barefoot before her, it was rather small, a size 6 she guessed, just like herself, the foot was soft and the soles so smooth, her toes polished pink fell in descending order, from her big toe right down the line to the baby toe. The blond, who didn't have a foot fetish, could appreciate the beauty of the Brunette's petite foot. While admiring the foot she ran her index finger down the Brunette's sole with electrifying results. As soon as the nail touched her sole the Brunette, who had been rendered silent by hours of tickling, screamed so loudly that it startled both of her young tormentors. "OMG!!! Mandy, you gotta feel her feet!! They are soooo soft and hehe apparently very sensitive as well!!" The taller blond bounced off the couch and grabbed the Brunette's other leg and hoisted the foot up off the floor, and quickly pulled off the flat and tossed it aside. The taller of the two secured the ankle against her body as she lowered five nails into the sole and began flicking them all against the sensitive skin, the results were immediate and electrifying as the hysterical laughter poured from the Brunette's mouth.....HAHAHA..EHEHEHEHE..HAHAHAHAHA..HEHEHEHHEE...HAHAHAHHAA..EHEHHEHEHE..HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA..HAHAHAHAHAHHHA.....the tortured laughter filled the cottage as the two teenagers just exploited the feet of their captive tickle toy. Fingers flew as quickly as possible, covering every little piece of flesh on the Brunette's feet. One girl would scrap the soft heel of one foot while the other would mercilessly stroke the poor girls high arch, the torment didn't stop, they even tickled the tops and sides of her barefeet with their long nails. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the Brunette she mercifully passed out once more.
Once the ammonia popper was snapped beneath her nose for like the 10th time that night, the Brunette slowly began to regain her wits, when she opened her eyes she wished that she hadn't, the two had tied her feet between the slats of the kitchen chairs and worse yet, they had tied both her big toes and baby toes to the chair as well, in such a away as to splay the toes apart. The Brunette tried to curl her toes but was unable, her toes were spread and she was completely vulnerable to whatever her tormentors wanted. The two giggled as the as they attacked the toes of the poor soul whom they tied so securely to the chairs. The taller of the two began by sawing her slim fingers inbetween the toes of the poor Brunette. The Brunette screamed as the fingers tickled the extremely sensitive skin between the toes. Meanwhile, the other blond began lightly scratching the pads of the Brunettes toes. Her staccato laughter filled the cottage, her laughter was so loud and consuming that the two teenagers couldn't hear the other tease the Brunette as they tickled and tickled and tickled her.Through her half closed eyes the Brunette glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 10:49 AM. But there was no end in sight for the Brunette or her tickly toes, both girls were taking great pleasure in making the Brunette laugh and scream. As the taller girl begin tickling the very tips of the secured toes the Brunette began to feel her head swimming again, although this time felt different the the previous times. In addition to her fuzzy mind the Brunette began to feel her heart beating faster and faster, the fact that she couldn't get enough oxygen only exasperated the situation. The tickling continued as the Brunette's heart beat faster and faster until......
The court case lasted 6 weeks. The Prosecutor portrayed the two young blonds as "sadistic, thrill seekers, whose careless actions resulted in the death of Celeste Black." The defense attorney, the best that the vast fortune of Amanda Ricks Father could possible buy for his one and only child, portrayed the whole incident as a "terrible accident". While the Prosecutor presented a wide array of evidence, it was all circumstantial and easily explained away by the expert defense team. Celeste's DNA in the VW was explained by the defense as "the two girls seeing Celeste in distress gave her a ride to the hospital". Even the cause of death couldn't point the finger at the two, the medical examiner testified that cause of death had been "acute coronary trauma" but he couldn't tell with 100% certainty what the trauma had been. Through the entire trail the two teenagers sat next to their attorney and looked like the picture of purity and innocence, never taking the stand. At the conclusion of the trail the jury had no choice to find the two innocent of all charges, although ligature marks were found on the victim, there was no evidence that either girl caused them, the scratch marks found on the victim couldn't be traced back to either defendant, thanks to a shrewd legal maneuver that wouldn't allow either girls fingernails to be scrapped for the victims DNA. Once the trail ended the two went out the front door of the courthouse hand in hand to face the media that had gathered and no one noticed the size 6 flats that adorned the feet of Heather Pierce.
The blond stepped back and looked at the Brunette and grinned, "Ok, Heather, it's your turn again, your time to beat is 38 minutes" the blond announced looking at her watch. Heather, another stunning blond sat her drink down on the table and pulled herself off the leather couch "38 minutes huh? Oh I think I can beat your time Mandy. What do you think Hun?" she said to the Brunette who only could manage to shake her head slightly before she began to sob again. As Heather stumbled up to the poor Brunette, Mandy took her place on the posh couch that adorned the front room of her Daddy's hunting lodge, as she sat down she took a long drink of her glass and giggled as Heather circled their prey. As Heather circled behind the Brunette she placed her long, red talons on the poor girls rib cage and began to slowly dig her nails in between the ribs of the poor girl...the Brunette screamed immediately..."Oooooohhhh.....please.....hahahahahaa...hehehehe..no.no..hahhah ...hahahhaa..hahahahahaa....." and so it began again for the Brunette. Heather's long nails worked the poor girl over mercilessly, poking and prodding each of her ribs as the Brunette, mustering whatever remaining strength she had left tried to dance away from those nails, but being hung as she was she couldn't dance too far from the sadistic teenager or her nails. Mandy called out the time as it went by...."Oh Heather......15 minutes....your running out of time...." Upon hearing the time Heather stepped up her game, her talons flying faster on the Brunettes bare skin, tickling all over her stomach, Heather made sure she got her index fingernail deep inside the Brunettes bellybutton and sadistically twisted it inside the Brunette, which caused the poor girl to let loose a loud, deep, guttural scream so loud that Mandy almost dropped her drink. Heather, pleased with her discovery continued to attack the poor Brunettes helpless bellybutton. While her index finger twisted and turned inside her ticklish bellybutton, the five nails on the other hand tickled the tummy. The entire time the Brunette laughed and screamed, unable to do anything else, her laugh was hoarse and rough from laughing so hard for so long, her ribs ached as she struggled to inhale oxygen...she was losing her mind, she couldn't form any thoughts......her mind was beginning to fog over again, and then it happened......things faded to black...... again.
Once again the smell of ammonia brought the Brunette back to life, the first thing she spied were those damn nails of Heather holding the ammonia popper under her nose...the Brunette cough and wheezed, sucking in as much air as possible. " How was my time Manders?" Heather asked as if she was inquiring as to her time at a swim meet. "Sorry Heather....that was 45 minutes, take a shot!!!" Mandy exclaimed. Heather grabbed the shot glass and downed the thick, warm liquid down her throat in a single shallow, the she turned back to the exhausted Brunette and spat at her " I b-blame you bitch." Then she collapsed giggling on the couch next to her friend. Mandy pulled herself up off the couch and staggered to over where the Brunette's limp body hung. With the big smile on her face she lifted up her long, well manicured nails and placed them in the exposed hollows of the Brunettes sensitive underarms and ever so slowly began tracing circles with the tips of her nails. The poor Brunette burst into laughter once again, much to the delight of the sadistic teenager. Heather, giggling and drinking on the couch, shouted encouragement to her friend " Oh that's it Mandy, make her laugh!!! Oh I bet this is torture isn't it?" she mocked the Brunette who was only slightly aware of her surroundings at this point. The blond just continued to grin and work her nails all across the sensitive skin underneath the Brunette's arms, long strokes of the sharp nails across the hollows of her arms quickly reduced the Brunette to a screeching mess of tickled flesh, not the either of the two blonds minded one bit. Finally, and mercifully the Brunette's head dropped to her chest and once more she passed out.
It was a normal Tuesday night for Celeste Black. She was leaving her night class at the local community college, as she did every Tuesday. She didn't think the yellow VW beetle circling the parking lot looked out of place, lot's of students drove such cars. Celeste wasn't even alarmed as the young blond approached her in the parking lot, in fact Celeste even smiled and said "hello" as the blond past her, and she sure wasn't expecting to be tasered. The next thing Celeste remembered was waking up in the back seat with her wrists and ankles both bound with zip ties and a gag in her mouth. The unmistakable smell of marijuana filled her nose as she heard the voices of two young females talking in the front seat. A million thoughts entered Celeste's mind, who were these girls? why did they take her? and most importantly, what did they want from her? The passenger heard the stirring coming from the back seat first, she turned around and smiled at Celeste and said to the driver of the VW "Oh look!! Our little friend is awake!!" The driver took a long toke on the blunt and said "'Bout time, I was worried that the taser may have killed her, I'm so glad that Daddy gave it to me for protection. hehe" Celeste tried to speak to the two, asking what was going on, but through her gag it just came out mumbled and garbled. Finally the car came to a stop and the two blonds exited the car and pulled Celeste from the backseat. Celeste took in a moment to take in her surroundings, she was somewhere in the woods, it was so quiet, only the sounds of nature filled her ears, screaming for help would do no good she thought to herself as she was being pushed toward a cottage that was up ahead. The taller of the two blonds open the cottage door while her friend pushed the Brunette through the door.Once inside the two worked quickly, cutting the zip ties from the Brunette's wrists and quickly locking them in padded cuffs that were suspended from a wooden beam that run the length of the cottage. The Brunette tried to scream, reason, beg, whatever it would take for the two to listen to her, but the gag prevented any communication. Once she was strung up and hanging by her wrists the two young blonds stepped back and admired their handiwork." Hmmmm you know Heather, I think she may be a bit overdressed for what we have in store for her." Heather giggled and replied "I think your right Mandy." With that the taller of the two stepped toward the frightened Brunette and began removing her shirt. "There Heather, whaddya think now?" Her friend giggled and said "Better, but I think we can do better." she announced as she stepped to the Brunette and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, the Brunette blushed immediately. She looked up at the clock on the wall, it was 8:45 PM.
The hours passed slowly for the Brunette, she was being tickled constantly, either by one blond girl or the other. Her voice was completely gone, her laugh that friends and family would describe as " a lilting, musical demure laugh" had been replaced by a rapsy, tortured laugh and now finally to nothing but silence and the occasional awkward squeaks and squeals. It was the shorter of the two girls turn to "entertain" their guest, she stumbled off the couch and staggered to the Brunette..."Hmmmm so where else are you ticklish huh?" she asked, the Brunette only softly sobbed, as she had been doing for the previous three hours, "Well, don't wanna talk huh? Oh that's alright, I'll find it myself" she said with a giggle. She reached down and grabbed the leg of the Brunette, admired the flats that adorned the foot, then she began tugging at the shoe until she finally dislodged it from her foot. The blond took a moment to gaze at the barefoot before her, it was rather small, a size 6 she guessed, just like herself, the foot was soft and the soles so smooth, her toes polished pink fell in descending order, from her big toe right down the line to the baby toe. The blond, who didn't have a foot fetish, could appreciate the beauty of the Brunette's petite foot. While admiring the foot she ran her index finger down the Brunette's sole with electrifying results. As soon as the nail touched her sole the Brunette, who had been rendered silent by hours of tickling, screamed so loudly that it startled both of her young tormentors. "OMG!!! Mandy, you gotta feel her feet!! They are soooo soft and hehe apparently very sensitive as well!!" The taller blond bounced off the couch and grabbed the Brunette's other leg and hoisted the foot up off the floor, and quickly pulled off the flat and tossed it aside. The taller of the two secured the ankle against her body as she lowered five nails into the sole and began flicking them all against the sensitive skin, the results were immediate and electrifying as the hysterical laughter poured from the Brunette's mouth.....HAHAHA..EHEHEHEHE..HAHAHAHAHA..HEHEHEHHEE...HAHAHAHHAA..EHEHHEHEHE..HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA..HAHAHAHAHAHHHA.....the tortured laughter filled the cottage as the two teenagers just exploited the feet of their captive tickle toy. Fingers flew as quickly as possible, covering every little piece of flesh on the Brunette's feet. One girl would scrap the soft heel of one foot while the other would mercilessly stroke the poor girls high arch, the torment didn't stop, they even tickled the tops and sides of her barefeet with their long nails. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the Brunette she mercifully passed out once more.
Once the ammonia popper was snapped beneath her nose for like the 10th time that night, the Brunette slowly began to regain her wits, when she opened her eyes she wished that she hadn't, the two had tied her feet between the slats of the kitchen chairs and worse yet, they had tied both her big toes and baby toes to the chair as well, in such a away as to splay the toes apart. The Brunette tried to curl her toes but was unable, her toes were spread and she was completely vulnerable to whatever her tormentors wanted. The two giggled as the as they attacked the toes of the poor soul whom they tied so securely to the chairs. The taller of the two began by sawing her slim fingers inbetween the toes of the poor Brunette. The Brunette screamed as the fingers tickled the extremely sensitive skin between the toes. Meanwhile, the other blond began lightly scratching the pads of the Brunettes toes. Her staccato laughter filled the cottage, her laughter was so loud and consuming that the two teenagers couldn't hear the other tease the Brunette as they tickled and tickled and tickled her.Through her half closed eyes the Brunette glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 10:49 AM. But there was no end in sight for the Brunette or her tickly toes, both girls were taking great pleasure in making the Brunette laugh and scream. As the taller girl begin tickling the very tips of the secured toes the Brunette began to feel her head swimming again, although this time felt different the the previous times. In addition to her fuzzy mind the Brunette began to feel her heart beating faster and faster, the fact that she couldn't get enough oxygen only exasperated the situation. The tickling continued as the Brunette's heart beat faster and faster until......
The court case lasted 6 weeks. The Prosecutor portrayed the two young blonds as "sadistic, thrill seekers, whose careless actions resulted in the death of Celeste Black." The defense attorney, the best that the vast fortune of Amanda Ricks Father could possible buy for his one and only child, portrayed the whole incident as a "terrible accident". While the Prosecutor presented a wide array of evidence, it was all circumstantial and easily explained away by the expert defense team. Celeste's DNA in the VW was explained by the defense as "the two girls seeing Celeste in distress gave her a ride to the hospital". Even the cause of death couldn't point the finger at the two, the medical examiner testified that cause of death had been "acute coronary trauma" but he couldn't tell with 100% certainty what the trauma had been. Through the entire trail the two teenagers sat next to their attorney and looked like the picture of purity and innocence, never taking the stand. At the conclusion of the trail the jury had no choice to find the two innocent of all charges, although ligature marks were found on the victim, there was no evidence that either girl caused them, the scratch marks found on the victim couldn't be traced back to either defendant, thanks to a shrewd legal maneuver that wouldn't allow either girls fingernails to be scrapped for the victims DNA. Once the trail ended the two went out the front door of the courthouse hand in hand to face the media that had gathered and no one noticed the size 6 flats that adorned the feet of Heather Pierce.
