My first try, I hope it's not that bad... looking forward to feedback, of course~
Tired after evening volleyball training, Caroline was coming back home, happy about her progress. Week after week she did pretty well and hoped - the coach also hoped so - she would get to the first team very soon. She really did like sports so she had to try when she has heard about the university volleyball team. Caroline had some luck - there weren't many girls in team so she had a little easier way than she thought. Still, she had to give a maximum effort each and every week and till now it helped her a lot. Just a little more, just a few more trainings, a few more matches...
It was warm outside, just like in June. A breeze lightly tingled her skin - she forgot to take a blouse, as usual. 'Well, for that weather, T-shirt should be enough', she thought. With a sportsbag on her arm, she went home. The sun was slowly going down. The sunset came faster than she would imagine so the girl set out to shorten her way home through some grove like she did a thousand times before. She didn't want to be back too late and it was just a few meters... Suddenly she heard some strange noise in the surroundings and before she managed to turn back, a dark silhouette appeared before her.
***
She couldn't remember the next few minutes, although she tried really hard. The first thing she noticed was her kneeling on the ground with hands held high, tied to the branch of the nearest tree. An evening wind was cooling her bare - as she now knew - soles. Her heart was beating so hard that she could easily hear it. Every second turned to ages and every second she was more and more afraid. Soon she stopped when out of nothing she felt something soft sliding through her left sole. For a moment it was really nice feeling but after some time Caroline couldn't resist and giggled silently. Another few slides up and down, the giggle become louder and louder, till the blonde-haired teen tried to get her foot away from the source of that feeling. She couldn't tho', she was tied up really good. The soft thing did a few more moves up and down her sole before a girl heard some voice behind her back.
"So, Caroline, we meet once again, eh?"
She instinctively turned her head back, what was pretty useless as she had a black blindfold on her eyes. That was the voice of someone she knew, the voice she remembered yet she couldn't recognize it. She didn't have much time to think about it tho', because there came another ticklish sensation. Now it wasn't that soft like before but a scratching. All ten fingers were sliding through her both soles, gently scratching soft, pink skin from heels to balls, making girl laugh and wiggle helplessly.
"Stahahahahap!" she yelled, trying to free her feet. That made no sense. Her ankles were tied so accurately that she could barely move them. In addition, her big toes were tied together too, making these soles a perfect place to locate any tickling instrument. The fingers were enough for now. Nails scratching those helpless soles made Caroline burst in laughter every time they dug into the soft, warm flesh.
"Say Caroline, with your cute laughter, you must love it," she heard. Oh yes, she loved it as much as, let's say, treating her feet with lit candle if not more. She might just be happy that - whoever he was - he still didn't go for her...
...TOES! In that very moment she thought about it, she felt a feather making a slow, soft slide underneath her long toes. She just shrieked and tried to curl them, what was pretty impossible. After that slide, another one came, then another and another. Soon two long, white feathers were punishing Caroline's exposed toes and balls, while blonde was yelling and laughing, trying to break free. He - whoever he was - must have had a great fun too, because he started giggling, seeing that helpless cutie bound and squirming.
"Stahap, stahap, stahahahahap!" she laughed, kneeling in front of him yet turned back. That of course wouldn't help her a bit but had the opposing effect. Feather strokes were becoming faster and faster with not only the sides but also the tips of them engaged in that laughter forcing activity. With tied feet, Caroline couldn't do much but laugh and pray. She had enough, her soles had enough but most of all, her diaphragm had enough. All that tickling made her think that her stomach would explode if she laughed a little longer. Too bad for her, it didn't seem to be just a little longer. He - whoever he was - had the teen on her knees, with her weak spot found. Who wouldn't abuse the situation, having such cutie bound, helpless and clueless what would await her? He wasn't one of those, for sure. Soon he got back to his own instrument of tickling, once again scratching those delicate and so ticklish soles. Of course he could not forget about helpless toes. Running to them from the heels back and forth, he forced Caroline to laugh as hard as never that day. Poor little toes, now slippery from the sweat, what made them even more ticklish. He - whoever he was - figured it out fast and fully took advantage of it. Milimeter after milimeter, he mercilessly tickled them with both his nails and those long feathers. Caroline's face slowly turned red, as her feet did.
"Gahahahahash, stop it! I beheheheg you!" she yelled, almost crying. "Pleahahahase!"
But the louder she begged, the more her soles were punished. One hand sliding a feather underneath and between those sweaty, bound toes, another one scratching girl's balls and arches. Caroline laughed hysterically, wiping her back onto treetrunk. It was rough, so tearing her shirt seemed to be just a matter of time. Then, when she was pretty sure she would burst in tears, the tickling has stopped.
"God, at last..." she thought, happy to endure it all and thinking about the way to free herself. Too early. In the moment she heard a strange "bzzt!" in vicinity, she knew she'd be in big trouble.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" her laughter pierced the silence of the late evening. It was dark, so dark that the blindfold might be unnecessary but it surely sharpened Caroline's other senses. Especially the one tickling was made for. The electric toothbrushes were scratching and scrubbing every milimeter of her tortured feet - heels, arches, toes, back and forth, back and forth. The blonde was both terrified and disheartened. She couldn't stop neither tears running down her hot, red cheeks nor shrieks and laughter, making her stomach ache. She squirmed really hard - a treebark tore her T-shirt and caused some minor scratches on girl's bare back but she couldn't stop, though her brushed feet could hardly move.
"GAHAHAHAD STAHAHAHAP!", she was crying. A few stains appeared on her shirt - that tickling made her sweat so intensively. A cold, evening wind gave her both relief and skin tingles. The only thing she needed now is to get that freaking toothbrush off her feet, now all wet and red.
"E... E... EVERYTHING BUT THE FEHEHEHEHET!" she yelled, almost out of breath. A few more scrubs, a few more bursts of helpless, forced laughter and Caroline might at last catch a breath. The tickling stopped but the teen knew, it wasn't the end.
"You say so? Let it be, sweaty, let it be. Just stop crying, I'll make you happy soon...", he giggled, putting the toothbrush down, whoever he was.
Tired after evening volleyball training, Caroline was coming back home, happy about her progress. Week after week she did pretty well and hoped - the coach also hoped so - she would get to the first team very soon. She really did like sports so she had to try when she has heard about the university volleyball team. Caroline had some luck - there weren't many girls in team so she had a little easier way than she thought. Still, she had to give a maximum effort each and every week and till now it helped her a lot. Just a little more, just a few more trainings, a few more matches...
It was warm outside, just like in June. A breeze lightly tingled her skin - she forgot to take a blouse, as usual. 'Well, for that weather, T-shirt should be enough', she thought. With a sportsbag on her arm, she went home. The sun was slowly going down. The sunset came faster than she would imagine so the girl set out to shorten her way home through some grove like she did a thousand times before. She didn't want to be back too late and it was just a few meters... Suddenly she heard some strange noise in the surroundings and before she managed to turn back, a dark silhouette appeared before her.
***
She couldn't remember the next few minutes, although she tried really hard. The first thing she noticed was her kneeling on the ground with hands held high, tied to the branch of the nearest tree. An evening wind was cooling her bare - as she now knew - soles. Her heart was beating so hard that she could easily hear it. Every second turned to ages and every second she was more and more afraid. Soon she stopped when out of nothing she felt something soft sliding through her left sole. For a moment it was really nice feeling but after some time Caroline couldn't resist and giggled silently. Another few slides up and down, the giggle become louder and louder, till the blonde-haired teen tried to get her foot away from the source of that feeling. She couldn't tho', she was tied up really good. The soft thing did a few more moves up and down her sole before a girl heard some voice behind her back.
"So, Caroline, we meet once again, eh?"
She instinctively turned her head back, what was pretty useless as she had a black blindfold on her eyes. That was the voice of someone she knew, the voice she remembered yet she couldn't recognize it. She didn't have much time to think about it tho', because there came another ticklish sensation. Now it wasn't that soft like before but a scratching. All ten fingers were sliding through her both soles, gently scratching soft, pink skin from heels to balls, making girl laugh and wiggle helplessly.
"Stahahahahap!" she yelled, trying to free her feet. That made no sense. Her ankles were tied so accurately that she could barely move them. In addition, her big toes were tied together too, making these soles a perfect place to locate any tickling instrument. The fingers were enough for now. Nails scratching those helpless soles made Caroline burst in laughter every time they dug into the soft, warm flesh.
"Say Caroline, with your cute laughter, you must love it," she heard. Oh yes, she loved it as much as, let's say, treating her feet with lit candle if not more. She might just be happy that - whoever he was - he still didn't go for her...
...TOES! In that very moment she thought about it, she felt a feather making a slow, soft slide underneath her long toes. She just shrieked and tried to curl them, what was pretty impossible. After that slide, another one came, then another and another. Soon two long, white feathers were punishing Caroline's exposed toes and balls, while blonde was yelling and laughing, trying to break free. He - whoever he was - must have had a great fun too, because he started giggling, seeing that helpless cutie bound and squirming.
"Stahap, stahap, stahahahahap!" she laughed, kneeling in front of him yet turned back. That of course wouldn't help her a bit but had the opposing effect. Feather strokes were becoming faster and faster with not only the sides but also the tips of them engaged in that laughter forcing activity. With tied feet, Caroline couldn't do much but laugh and pray. She had enough, her soles had enough but most of all, her diaphragm had enough. All that tickling made her think that her stomach would explode if she laughed a little longer. Too bad for her, it didn't seem to be just a little longer. He - whoever he was - had the teen on her knees, with her weak spot found. Who wouldn't abuse the situation, having such cutie bound, helpless and clueless what would await her? He wasn't one of those, for sure. Soon he got back to his own instrument of tickling, once again scratching those delicate and so ticklish soles. Of course he could not forget about helpless toes. Running to them from the heels back and forth, he forced Caroline to laugh as hard as never that day. Poor little toes, now slippery from the sweat, what made them even more ticklish. He - whoever he was - figured it out fast and fully took advantage of it. Milimeter after milimeter, he mercilessly tickled them with both his nails and those long feathers. Caroline's face slowly turned red, as her feet did.
"Gahahahahash, stop it! I beheheheg you!" she yelled, almost crying. "Pleahahahase!"
But the louder she begged, the more her soles were punished. One hand sliding a feather underneath and between those sweaty, bound toes, another one scratching girl's balls and arches. Caroline laughed hysterically, wiping her back onto treetrunk. It was rough, so tearing her shirt seemed to be just a matter of time. Then, when she was pretty sure she would burst in tears, the tickling has stopped.
"God, at last..." she thought, happy to endure it all and thinking about the way to free herself. Too early. In the moment she heard a strange "bzzt!" in vicinity, she knew she'd be in big trouble.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" her laughter pierced the silence of the late evening. It was dark, so dark that the blindfold might be unnecessary but it surely sharpened Caroline's other senses. Especially the one tickling was made for. The electric toothbrushes were scratching and scrubbing every milimeter of her tortured feet - heels, arches, toes, back and forth, back and forth. The blonde was both terrified and disheartened. She couldn't stop neither tears running down her hot, red cheeks nor shrieks and laughter, making her stomach ache. She squirmed really hard - a treebark tore her T-shirt and caused some minor scratches on girl's bare back but she couldn't stop, though her brushed feet could hardly move.
"GAHAHAHAD STAHAHAHAP!", she was crying. A few stains appeared on her shirt - that tickling made her sweat so intensively. A cold, evening wind gave her both relief and skin tingles. The only thing she needed now is to get that freaking toothbrush off her feet, now all wet and red.
"E... E... EVERYTHING BUT THE FEHEHEHEHET!" she yelled, almost out of breath. A few more scrubs, a few more bursts of helpless, forced laughter and Caroline might at last catch a breath. The tickling stopped but the teen knew, it wasn't the end.
"You say so? Let it be, sweaty, let it be. Just stop crying, I'll make you happy soon...", he giggled, putting the toothbrush down, whoever he was.
