Chris tickle torture f's/f

lesbiantickler · May 9, 2003

Chris was an only child who rarely saw the humor in anything. She was spoiled rotten by her parents and made trouble as often as she could. Since her Father was a General in the Army, her appointment to West Point was made easy. She had no fear of the discipline, or rigger of military life, being a military brat for 18 years had made her tough. Of course, she knew if she got in trouble she could always turn to her Daddy for help, "Yes", Chris thought, I will have an easy time of it, and I'll squash anyone who gets in my way. The first few weeks of orientation were hell, with Chris making new enemies each day. Her better than everyone attitude alienated her from the other girls, and constantly got her Flight in trouble with thier superiors by breaking the rules and regulations. Some of the girls tried to approach Chris about her attitude but her size intiminated many of them. Chris possessed and athletic build, standing 6' 1" tall, and weighing 150 pounds. She played all sports and wrestling with her Father had made her pretty tough. She showed her strength by pinning one of the other cadets who tried to get her to clean the latrines. She would threaten the girls with expulsion if they'd tell, stating that her Father the General would take care of it. The girls were fuming, "We lost our weekend liberty because of her. Why didn't she polish her boots, or fix her bed the right way", fumed Tammi, her chief rival and fellow cadet. Tammi was equally as strong as Chris but stood only 5'7". I have a good mind to go over there and let her have it, she stated loudly, enough for Chris to hear. Chris just smiled and said "Gee, then I'll have something to tell Daddy tonight." The girls still couldn't believe that the Officers at the school were allowing her to go see her father while the rest were given barracks duty. Chris chimed in as she left "Well see you all when I get back and make sure my boots are polished and my bed is made up when I get back". She giggled out loud as the door swung behind her. That's it stated Tammi, tonight we teach her a lesson. But what can we do? Molly a soft spoken but brainy cadet suggested a wicked game of torture that had each cadets attention. She related a High school story, that made the girls giggle with delight while they setup the barracks and waited for the stuck-up General's daughter. You see we had this one girl who would always picked on the nerds. She would call me the mousy brain with the dorky glasses, and would take great joy in humiliating me and my friends every chance she got. Then one night while I worked late at the library with some friends, we noticed that the bully blonde had stayed up too late the night before and was now snoozing like a baby at one of the library tables with her feet propped up to the chair accross from her. As the last few people left my friends and I set our plan of revenge into motion. We locked up the library doors and secured all but a few lights. Then quietly we slipped into action. My friend Carrie took off her nylons and we cut them in half, then slowly we started to tie Julie to the library chairs. Her hands were hanging down by her sides, so we had no trouble looping the nylons around her wrist. Karen and Toni worked the bonds around Chris's ankles and started to secure them to the wooden chairs. Just as we were finishing up, the tall muscular blonde started to awake. Hey what's going on, who are you, turn on the lights, who tied me up? The four of us didn't realize that turning off most of the lights would conceal our identity, but just in case we used a scarf to blindfold our captive friend. Whoever you guys are, your dead, I'll see to that. Karen and Toni ignored her threats and proceeded to untie Chris's high-tops, lace by lace, methodically humming to themselves. "Hey cut that out", Chris shouted. HELP! HELP!, she screamed, but that was quickly quelled by handkerchief balled into her mouth. Now, Carol teased you can stop screaming and take your punishment or will leave the gag in all night. For the first time Chris was really scared, she didn't recognize the voice and wondered what would happen next. Her mind raced as she felt her right shoe being tugged off, then the left. Chris tried to beg through her gag for the villians to stop, but it did no good as her socks were slowly pulled from her feet. OOOH, what big feet we have here, teased the girls. Oh my, a size 9 1/2, that gives us a lot of room to explore. Molly who devised the plan now stood behind the bound girl and said, "Hey Chris, ticklish?" The squirming of the bound beauty was instant, the girls giggled and proceeded to run their fingers over the big girls feet. COOOTCHIE COOOTCHIE COOO, they teased. Karen used her index finger to trace a path down from Chris's right big toe to the bottom of her heel, while Toni lightly scratched the outside of her right foot. Carol used her sharp finges to tickle the left sole. The gag was a good idea, because the spastic laughing and screaming coming from the bound girl was amazing. She fought so hard that she almost tipped the chairs over, but Molly held her steady as the girls explored the girls feet with one tickling technique after another. Toni found the instep of Chris's feet were super sensitive, Karen used a rabbits foot over the top of her left foot and Carol broke out a ball point pen and started to write words over the screaming girl's feet. The ticklish girl was about to lose conciousness when the tickling stopped. "Well it looks like the bully here is a bit ticklish" teased Molly. I bet the rest of the school would love to know this. With that she took out her tape recorder and signalled the girls to start tickling again. They tickled non-stop for 20 minutes, covering the babbling girls feet with ink marks. Molly recorded the whole thing then made Chris confess to being extremely ticklish, and promised never to bother the nerds again. The girls accepted the promise, but for good measure they used a scrub brush from the janitors room to clean the ink marks off the big girls feet. AAAAHHHHH! NNNOOOOOOOOOO! She wailed in hysterics as the girls applied the soapy brush over her left foot then the right. Her screams were so loud that the girls had to put the gag back in. They showed no mercy as they ran the frayed bush over her toes, then down her soles to her heels where the brushing was so intense that she finally passed out. We carried her out to her car and left a note for her to remember the promise or else. She never gave us any more trouble after that, in fact I think she was a little scared of us. As Chris climbed the steps she smiled to herself, proud of the way she had handled the other cadets. She was a little tipsy from the dinner party, but in enough control to work the door lock at the barracks. She let the door slam so she could make a grand entrance, but was startled to see the girls sitting in a circle around her bunk. She noticed that her sheets were off the bed spread out on the floor. Her anger was quick as she shouted to the girls to pick-up her sheets NOW! Tammi stepped forward and confidently told the tall blonde that for now on she was gonna conform to the cadets standard or be punished. Chris started for her but was surprised as all the girls at once attacked her. She screamed but it was all in vain the girls carried the blonde over to the sheets and holding her arms tight to her sides began strip her clothes from her body. She was stripped down to her panties and rolled up in the sheets. Her size made the trap fit perfectly. Once she was completely rolled up in the sheets only her head and feet stuck out. She cursed the cadets and told them she would make them all pay dearly. Tammi feeling the power of control rising in her, sat directly on Chris's stomach and bringing them both face to face. "Listen Bitch," she hissed, "You've treated everyone like shit and laughed in their faces, now you'll going to laugh all night." With this she signalled the girls to begin the torture. Chris's predicament revealed her lovely size 10 feet. OOHH cooed the girls, such pretty big feet, gee what should we do with them chimed the other girls. Chris still had no idea what was going to happen, until she saw the quill pen that Molly produced from her robe. She drew the feather over Chris's face and inquired, "Are you ticklish?" Chris's eyes went big as she stammered out a quick NO! OK, Molly said, "Let's make a bet, If I draw the quill feather through your toes and you don't laugh or giggle we'll let you go, deal?" Chris knew she was in trouble, she was very ticklish, and knew she couldn't take what Molly had in mind for her. Her mouth went dry as molly sat down at her feet, and began a teasing game of this little piggy. Grabbing the big toe of the right foot between her thumb and index finger, Molly started singing, "This little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home was given to her second toe and continued until this little piggy ran all the way home. The last verse brought Molly's fingers over the sensitive soles of the right foot, making Chris scream with laughter instantly. Oh know, you laughed and I didn't even use the quill yet. OK, I'll give you a second chance. With that she pulled the quill between the big toe and second toe of the left foot. HEHEHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEE! Chris squeeled with every stroke of the feather, while the girls taunted her with their plans for the rest of the night. The quill feather worked perfectly between the captive girls toes, and the bounds of the sheets kept her wiggling to a minimum. 10 minutes of feather work had left the bossy blonde a giggling mess. Chris was given a chance to catch her breath but only for a moment as the girls setup phase 2 of what they call there 5 phase initiation program. Chris barely caught her breath when she saw the girls using scissors to cut little holes in her sheets. What are you doing, my sheets, stop! These holes, "declared Tammi, "will give everyone a chance to inflict some laughter into your selfish life." Chirs now understood what was happening, she could see cuts were being made all through the sheets, over her legs, hips, stomach, ribs. After 5 minutes of hole cutting, each cadet took-up position and began digging their hands into the holes and tickle the helpless blonde. Chris thought she would die of laughter as hands explored her ticklish knees, upper thighs, stomach, hips and ribs. She tried to squirm but her attempts were futile. She felt long nails scraping over her taught stomach, as agile fingers raced over her sensitive ribs. Someone's hands had found there way to the inside thighs of Chris, which was now making her hysterical, but at the same time the attack was building a fire between her legs that Chris now could not control. Phase 2 had lasted almost 15 minutes and as the cadets started to set-up phase 3, Chris thought that she might die from the tickle touture being inflicted on her. She was lifted off the floor and placed on her bunk, face-up. Her big feet stuck over the end of the bunk as tie straps were used to hold her still mummified body in-place. Toni volunteered for phase 3, simply for the fact that she had a terrible foot fetish would be able to live out her favorite fantasy. She has always admired women's feet, but never had the guts to act on her desires. So now that her fantasy was about to come true, she relished in the thought of a tortuios revenge on the babbling blonde. Toni was often bullied by the tall blonde, becuase of her slight weight problem, she endured many insults directed at her whenever she ate. The girls were busy setting up phase 4, and left Toni to do her worst. She sat on the floor at the end of the bunk admiring the smooth arches, shapely heels, and perfectly shaped toes. She reached out and lightly stroked the left sole with her fingernails, HEHEHEHEHEEEEHEHE!, came almost instantly. Toni rubbed her face between the beautiful pair of feet before her, softly touching the outside of each foot. She continued her light petting for a couple of minutes relishing her power and quenching a fetish that for years overpowered her feelings, then she got down to business. She pulled out a small jar of caramel and began dripping the gooey substance over the pretty toes of her captive enemy. Chris started to beg, NONO please not that, but Toni would not relent, as her on juices started to flow throughtout her body. Toni draped herself over the legs of Chris, looking back at her and saying, "Here's a lesson from the fat girl." She took Chris's left big toe in her mouth and began performing head to Chris's super sensitive toe. AHAHAAAAAHHHHHH! Stop please! I'll go crazy, HAHAHAHAHA! Toni was in heaven, she snaked her tongue in and out of each toe, then lightly nibbled down the outside soles of each foot, then using her nails she stroked the soles while licking the tops of Chris's feet clean. The screaming was incredible, as Toni delivered one technique after another. The motion of Chris's legs against her hips had put Toni to the edge of orgasm. She held off as long as she could but after 5 minutes of toe licking fun, she finally shuddered with an explosive orgasm. She was helped off the bed by her cadet sisters, as they proceeded to set the buxom blonde up for her next two phases. Phase 4 was diabolical, Chris was let loose of her sheets only to be tied spread-eagle between the other bunks. Two girls sat on either side and began running their bare feet over the exposed tummy area and ribs of the bound blonde. "Cootchie Cootchie", they teased as they wiggled their toes from rib to rib, then sliding the balls of their feet over her breast and tummy. SSSTTTOOOOPPP PLEASE!, I'll pee. "Well if this won't make you go, then the ice cubes sure will", the girls again teased. Chris's eyes almost buldged out of her head as she noticed the girls gathering around her bound body with an ice cube in each hand. This will fit nice with your cold personality Chris. The cadets first applied ice cubes over Chris's cute knees, sending her into another screaming fit. Then ice cubes found their way to her hips, stomach and ribs. HAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOOOO! I can't stand it anymore, please! For fifteen minutes she squimred and squeeled as ice cubes found soft toes, un protected underarms and erect nipples to tease. Chris's last memory before she passed-out was the girls saying something about the final phase. She awakened bound naked face down, on her bunk. Her feet stuck out the end of the bed, and she new what was coming next. The girls used threats of a repeat tickle torture if Chris ever mentioned this to her Father or other staff members. Chris agreed as she realized that the girls had video tapes the entire torcher. Then for the grand finally the cadets said the would write the rules she would follow over her big feet. She protested in vein as ball point pens were produced and each cadet took turns listing the rules. "NO MORE BACK TALK" was scribbled across her left sole, by Molly. LATRINE DETAIL FOREVER marked her right heel. Her screams each time the pen touched a toe, heel or sole was ear piercing, as the blonde became hoarse after hours of forced laughter. CADETS RULE, was printed on her toes, with each letter occupying a digit. After the rules were set, Chris thought she was done until Molly decided that it wouldn't be fair to leave ink on the poor girls feet. She produced a scrub brush and gently applied soapy water over Chris's beautiful feet and scrubbed each foot vigoursly until they were a bright shade of reddish pink. The scrubbing was agian too much for Chris as she passed out for a second time. She awoke the next morning angry but scared. The girls all acted like nothing had happpened, but when Chris opened her foot-locker and discovered a video tape that said your copy, don't forget!, she freaked and withdrew from the Academy the following day for personal reasons