Amber Madison worked as a waitress at an exclusive country club. Plain and simple, she was the darling of the male members and despised by the wives. Amber was the sort of woman who made men drool and women instinctively jealous. A statuesque 5' 10", she measured a stunning 38-24-34. Her face was model perfect. Her crowning glory were mounds of lush curly brown hair. She was sniggeringly referred to as "sevice with a smile!".
Amber made the most of her "natural talents". Though required to wear a uniform at the club, it seemed her skirt was always a size too small, that the hem was four inches too high and that the neckline plunged four inches too low. Footwear was left to the discretion of individual waitresses and while other women chose sensible shoes (as they were on their feet constantly), Amber tottered around in high-heeled pumps. Her stunning looks and flirtatious demeanor caused male members to lavish extravagant tips on her, much to their wives chagrin. It was widely rumored that she provided "after hours" service to certain members as well.
Life was good for Amber Madison. In addition to the easy country club gig, she made an ample income from "modeling", topless dancing, and as an escort for an exclusive agency. Amber's extracurricular activities became known to a group of angry wives who'd hired a private investigator to follow Amber.
"The little whore! Now we have a reason to have her fired!" bellowed one overweight matron, viewing the surveillance tapes.
"Fire her and she just moves on to the next city and troubles some other decent women," reasoned Maureen Burns. "This little tramp needs to learn her place in this world and to keep her nose out of the business of her betters. No, I think I have a better idea..."
And with that, an elaborate "sting" operation was set into motion, fueled by the hatred and wealth of the female members of the country club. Amber Madison was arrested for prostitution. A search warrant was issued and yielded a substantial amount of cocaine in her condo. Amber was looking at ten years in prison. But in a highly irregular move, she was offered an opportunity to speak with the judge before charges were brought, and so she found herself in the chambers of the Honorable Maureen Burns, Criminal Court Judge!
"Let's be frank, shall we, Miss Madison?" began Judge Burns. "I know who you are and now you know who I am. I don't like you, Miss Madison! I don't like you or women like you, bimbos who strut around flaunting their sexuality to make things easy for themselves, even though it demeans women everywhere!"
"If you're convicted - and you will be convicted - you'll do ten years. Ten years! And believe me, your looks won't do you any good inside the women's house of detention... unless you enjoy the prospect of being some bull dyke's plaything! But I'm going to offer you a break. Agree to alternative sentencing now... and I'll see you get probation."
"W-W-What do you mean... alternative sentencing?" stammered Amber.
"Just this, you'll participate in a program designed by women to 'discourage' your whorish behavior and, hopefully, reform you. Of course, if you prefer to go to trial..."
Amber had little choice; she consented to the "re-education program". She was a little put off to learn that the program would be conducted at the vacation estate of Judge Burns and supervised by members of her country club but she had no viable options.
Later that evening, in the women's locker room at the club ...
Amber Madison sobbed hopelessly, the straight jacket restricting her movement as Judge Burns forced her into the midst of the assembled women. Other female members of the country club, already sipping champagne and giggling like schoolgirls, clearly relished the glamorous waitress's appearance, welcoming her with taunts and catty remarks. No longer was there any uncertainty or ambiguity, they held the upper hand now!
She'd appeared as demanded by Judge Burns, not knowing what fate awaited her. She'd worn a simple T-shirt, jeans and sneakers; instinct, rather than intelligence, told her that her usual revealing wardrobe would be a mistake. The assembled wives were elegantly dressed and Maureen Burns looked quite intimidating in her black judicial robes. Amber'd meekly assented when Judge Burns ordered her to strip to the waist and don the straight jacket.
Addressing the assembled giggling wives, Judge Burns announced with mock seriousness, "Ladies of the jury, before you is Miss Amber Madison. She stands accused of adultery, alienation of affection and extreme disrespect to women who are her betters! We shall now commence this tribunal." - Judge Burns turned to address the restrained brunette directly -"Miss Madison, understand that you will be questioned and judged by these assembled - older wiser women - WOMEN, not frivolous bimbos like yourself" - again addressing Amber directly, Judge Burns asked, "Miss Madison, can you account for the whereabouts of your 'piggies' for the six months you have worked at this club?".
"M-My what? 'Piggies'? I ... I'm sorry but ... I just don't know what you're talking about?" stammered a perplexed Amber.
"So ... she won't talk, eh?", purred a chubby redheaded wife, "Playing dumb, eh? Alright then ... Marie ... Marie Natelli ... come up here Marie!" A tall elegantly dresses Italian woman strode confidently to the fore - Amber recognized her. Marie Natelli - her husband Vincent was a particularly generous tipper ... when treated right!
"Alright, bitch!" announced Marie, lifting Amber's right leg and placing it in her lap, "I've been wanting to get my hands on your for a while and now your ass is mine! How much did you take that idiot husband of mine for, huh? No matter, whatever it was ... I'm gonna take it all back! Now then ... let's get your shoes off!". Marie unlaced Amber's sneaker and slid it off her foot; seconds later, she peeled off the confused girl's white ankle sock, exposing Amber's bare foot.
Marie (grinning slyly) studied Amber's foot for a moment - large (size ten), slender, and meticulously pedicured, the nails were polished pastel purple and a silver toe ring sparkled on the second and third toe. "Mrs. Natelli ..." Maureen Burns interrupted, "Can you determine anything about her recent activities!".
"Yeah ..." Marie spat in reply, "The slut spends a lot of our husband's money on pedicures and toe rings!"
I was hoping for something more specific? About the activities of her piggies?".
"Oh ... oh yeah!", Marie chuckled at the reminder. Then, she took firm hold of Amber's big toe between her thumb and forefinger and said, "You see this one? This one here? Well ... this little piggie ... she went to the market! And this one ... this little piggie? Well, she stayed home!".
"M-My toes ... you mean my toes?" asked a more perplexed Amber as Marie Natelli continued to parody the childish rhyme, "I-I don't get it ... w-why would you be interested in that? Oh please ladies, look ... I-I-I know that some of the things I've done were wrong but I ... I've learned a good lesson from this ... I really have so ... if you could just let me go, you'd ... you'd never see me around here again and I ... I ... oh ... oh dear ... tee hee hee hee ... QUIT THAT SHIT, YOU FUCKIN' ... oh ... oh, I'm sorry ... I'm sorry for yelling ... it's just that ... when you did that it ... it tickled. Y-Y-You must have (uhm) ... accidentally tickled my foot. I-I'm sorry I got so mad, it's just that ... well, this s gonna sound kind of silly but ... well, I've got REALLY ticklish feet! I know ... crazy, right (at this point, Amber is trying to sound engaging and conciliatory) but it's the truth - it drives me crazy. So I'm ... I'm gonna have to ask you n-n-not to do that, ok ... n-n-not to touch my feet ... you understand, don't you?".
"Oh come now, Miss Madison!" Judge Burns chided, indicating with her chin for Marie Natelli to continue (the lovely Italian began to draw lazy figure-8's on the ball of Amber's foot - to her obvious discomfort), "You don't really expect us to believe that a worldly sophisticated young trollop like yourself is ticklish, do you?".
"H-Hey ... c'mon ..." Amber protested, squirming uncomfortably as Marie lightly teased her sensitive sole, "Cut it out ... hee hee ... I told you ... tee hee hee ... I'm t-t-ticklish ... ha ha ha ... l-listen to me ... ha ha ha ... I really do have ticklish feet!".
Maureen Burns watched with obvious satisfaction the haughty young woman's dissolving poise. "Yes, Miss Madison, I now believe you are telling the truth ... for a change! Your big bare feet do appear to be QUITE ticklish ... just as we had hoped! You see, Miss Madison, we assembled ladies are well aware of the (ahem) services you've been supplying to our husbands as a waitress at this club and we intend to extract a measure of justice from you. Would it surprise you to know that several months ago we installed a surveillance camera in the men's locker room? We've actually watched some of your nauseating performances; perhaps some of these will refresh your memory?"
With that, the television mounted on the wall was clicked on. Amber watched in stunned silence. There she was giving Vincent Natelli a quick 'hummer'. There she was doggy style with Martin Burns. And always ... always ... footage of the appreciative man pressing a fifty to one hundred dollar "tip" into Amber's waiting palm. The frame froze as she was performing acrobatically for Doctor Robert Sims. Ankles locked behind her neck, she explained seductively to Dr. Sims that the position was called " The Viennese Oyster". Marsha Sims glared hard at the bound waitress! As Dr. Sims plunged his cock into the seductive waitress (turned human pretzel), he took hold of Amber's feet, now behind her head, to brace himself. The beautiful brunette let out a startled shriek and the two toppled over in a tangle of arms and legs. "Never touch my feet!", Amber scolded a bewildered Dr. Sims on the screen.
"You see, Miss Madison, we know quite a bit about you ... and we intend to get to know you quite a bit better!" chuckled Judge Burns, then sharply, "Alright, ladies, place her in ... the APPARATUS!".
thirty minutes later ...
Amber Madison squirmed uncomfortably in the device her captors had called "the apparatus"; that is, to the extent that even squirming was even possible. Still straight jacketed, her thighs had been pressed back and back, taking full advantage of her limber nature, until her feet were parallel with her head - then both ankles and her neck had been snapped shut in a stocks like device, leaving Amber sitting uncomfortably on one side of a sturdy apparatus of polished mahogany. From the other side of the device there protruded what appeared to be a disembodied head, Amber Madison's head - flanked by a pair of flawless bare soles.
"Miss Amber Madison ..." Judge Maureen Burns interned sternly, "This tribunal has considered the evidence against you and unanimously finds you guilty of adultery, alienation of marital affection and crimes against your gender. In order to rehabilitate you, it has been determined that you must be broken of your haughtiness and vanity. To that end, it has been decided that the soles of your feet shall be bared and then tickled mercilessly by the members of the tribunal. Mrs. Natelli ... Mrs. Sims ... I believe you are to perform first honors?".
With that, Marie Natelli and Marsha Sims seated themselves in front of the apparatus; they were at roughly eye level with the restrained brunette. Each woman was holding a champagne glass (from which they sipped freely) in their left hand and in their right hand, each held ...
"... a FEATHER!" Amber Madison paled noticeably, " You've got a (gulp) ... a f-f-feather?!!", Amber's long toes began to wriggle frantically in anticipation, "Oh please ... d-d-don't do this to me ... don't (ulp) ... TICKLE MY BARE FEET!".
"(ahem) ... kootchy kootchy koooooo, you whore ..." teased Marsha Sims, playing the feather gently across Amber's plush helplessly displayed sole, " ... kootchy kootchy kooooooo ..."
"Oh, I am gonna love this, you little bitch!" Marie Natelli taunted Amber, her face mere inches from he restrained brunette's, "I am gonna tickle your big feet until you piss your pants!".
The balance of the wives began to chuckle merrily and point at the restrained girl; the sight was absurd in the extreme - a helplessly giggling head flanked by two big bare feet being tickled with feathers!
"BWOOOOO HOO HA HA HA HA HA ... HO HO HA HA HA HA ...
N-N-NO ... HA HA HA HA HA ... Y-YOU CAN'T ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... YOU CAN'T ... HEE HEE ... T-T-TICKLE MY
F-F-FEET ... WHEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I ... HA HA ... I ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I'M TICKLISH!!!"
Maureen Burns positioned her face mere inches from Amber's, looking directly into the eyes of the gorgeous young waitress as she began a steady descent into hysteria. The stylish older woman taunted her young prisoner ... her sensitive soles were being tantalized fiendishly ... and there was not a thing she could do to stop it! Indeed, the only reaction available to her ... was to LAUGH!
"BWOOOOOO HOO HOO HA HA HA HA ... WAAAAAA HA HA HA HA .... OH NO ... HEE HEE HEE HEE ... YOU'RE TICKLING ME ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... Y-YOU'RE TICKLING ME ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... YOU'RE T-T-TICKLING ... HA HA HA HA HA ... M-M-MY FEET!".
After indulging themselves for perhaps five minutes, Marie Natelli and Marsha Sims were seamlessly replaced by two other aggrieved wives; Marie changing places first, then Marsha, so to insure that there was a feather tickling at least one of Amber's feet at all times.
At the same time, two women, directed by Judge Burns, positioned a large mirror directly in front of Amber's shrieking face. Were her face not contorted with uncontrollable laughter, Amber would have been shocked and disgusted by the visage of herself - eyes bulging, hair matted with sweat, makeup streaked by tears, mouth contorted into a near maniacal mirthless grin - her once glamorous face flanked by two huge pink tinged soles, long toes wiggling and clawing frantically, silver rings and polished nails glinting as they caught light from a myriad of angles. From her mouth erupted a near constant stream of hysterical cackling laughter, interrupted only by gibbering pleas for mercy and a mindless repetition of a fact that was already frightfully obvious ...
"... MY FEET ARE TICKLISH ... HA HA HA HA ... THEY'RE SO TICKLISH ... HA HA HA HA HA ... I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE ... HOO HOO HOO HA HA ... I C-C-CAN'T ... HA HA ... S-S-S-STAND IT ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA ... NO ... HA HA ... NO MORE ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... P-P-P-PLEASE ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... NOT ON THE F-F-FEET ... HA HA HA HA HA ... NOT ON MY B-B-BARE FEET!!!"
"Goodness, show a little restraint, Miss Madison!" Judge Burns scolded, "You're carrying on like a child! Now, as you well know, you have very big feet and it will take some time to administer the type of thorough punishment you so richly deserve so please DO try to comport yourself with SOME semblance of dignity!"
" ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... Y-Y-YOU FUCKING BITCH!", the bound brunette shrieked at the bemused judge, " ... Y-Y-YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY I'M ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... LAUGHING LIKE THIS ... WHEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... THESE ... HA HA ... B-B-BITCHES ARE ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... T-T-TICKLING MY FUCKING FEET ... WAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA ..."
"Such language!", the older woman feigned shock, "Why is appears you aren't even CLOSE to learning respect fro your betters, Miss Madison! Continue the tickling, ladies, this sharp tongued little harpy will learn some respect if it takes all night!"
"With pleasure, Judge Burns!" replied one of the current ticklers, a plump matronly woman with short dark hair. "Kootchee kootchee koo-ooo, BITCH!!!" she taunted as she swirled her feather in a circular pattern on the ball of Amber's foot.
"Oh this is TOO funny!" laughed the woman currently working on Amber's right foot, busily diddling between and under the helpless brunette's long writhing toes, "She's soooooooooo ticklish! This has got to be absolutely KILLING her! Do her toes, Edith, the little slut cannot stand it when you do her toes like this!"
"... HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ... N-N-NO ... HA HA ... P-P-P-PLEASE ... N-NOT MY TOES ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... NOT THE TOES ... WHEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I-I-I JUST C-C-CAN'T STAND IT ... WAAAAAA HA HA HA HA ... C-C-C-CAN'T S-S-STAND IT ... WHEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... M-M-MY TOES ... HA HA ... M-M-MY TOES .. HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO ... PLEASE DON'T ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... T-T-TICKLE MY ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE .. MY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES!"
"Proceed with the tickling, ladies, show her no mercy. Just keep on tickling those big ungainly feet of hers! I beleive we may finally be getting through to this little tramp!"
"... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA HA HA HA ... WHEEEEEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... OH PLEASE .. HA HA ... Y-Y-YOUR KILLING ME ... AHA HA HA HA ... I C-CANT'T TAKE IT ... I CAN'T TAKE THE ... HA HA ... THE TICKLING ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ...".
Maureen Burns watched Amber Madison's heightening hysteria with unabashed relish; what a pleasure to see this manipulative little tramp so humiliated and so wholly out of control! Amber Madison's succlulent soles were devilishly ticklish - just as she'd hoped! She regarded the beautiful brunette, her head
shrieking with laughter and placed incongruosly between her two highly ticklish feet, with equal parts contempt and amusement - she wanted to see this presumptuous slut SUFFER!!!
"Keep tickling, ladies! Be sure to cover every last millimeter of Miss Madison's huge ungainly soles! it will take a concerted effort to give such large feet the type of thorough tickling they so richly deserve!"
With renewed fervor, the vengeful wives "lashed" Amber's hopelessly sensitive soles with their cruel feathers, exciting the nerve rich flesh and driving their victim into cackling hysteria ... long into the night.
Over the next months, Amber Madison underwent a complete makeover. Her head was shaved bald and her baldness was made permanent by electrolysis. Her breast implants were removed, which reduced her to a saggy 32B cup. A female dentist removed her gleaming white teeth, fitting her with a set of ill-fitting dentures instead. The phrase "FORMER BIMBO" was tattooed on her now hairless scalp; a set of golden arches and the phrase "Millions & Millions Served" were tattooed on her buttocks. Her labia, nipples and septum were all pierced and ringed and a stud placed through her tongue - at one point, Amber had considered the tongue stud herself to augment her "talent" but she no longer had autononmy over her body. And over the course of those months, Amber's health club membership was cancelled and she was kept on a bland diet of starch and sugar, packing an unflattering forty pounds on to her hips, thighs and midriff (selective liposuction ensuring that her breasts did not swell one centimeter). Once sleek thighs and buttocks now rippled with cellulite.
When her sentence was complete, Amber Madison was ruined - physically, emotionally, and financially (as she could no longer ply her former trade). Fortunately for her, the women club members did insist on giving her her old job back as a waitress - she would continue providign service to the club. In fact, she was now the most requested waitress ... by the ladies who lunch. Chuckling at her cheap wig and ill-fitting dentures, they occasionally requested Amber serve them in the ladies locker room ... and serve them she did!
Amber made the most of her "natural talents". Though required to wear a uniform at the club, it seemed her skirt was always a size too small, that the hem was four inches too high and that the neckline plunged four inches too low. Footwear was left to the discretion of individual waitresses and while other women chose sensible shoes (as they were on their feet constantly), Amber tottered around in high-heeled pumps. Her stunning looks and flirtatious demeanor caused male members to lavish extravagant tips on her, much to their wives chagrin. It was widely rumored that she provided "after hours" service to certain members as well.
Life was good for Amber Madison. In addition to the easy country club gig, she made an ample income from "modeling", topless dancing, and as an escort for an exclusive agency. Amber's extracurricular activities became known to a group of angry wives who'd hired a private investigator to follow Amber.
"The little whore! Now we have a reason to have her fired!" bellowed one overweight matron, viewing the surveillance tapes.
"Fire her and she just moves on to the next city and troubles some other decent women," reasoned Maureen Burns. "This little tramp needs to learn her place in this world and to keep her nose out of the business of her betters. No, I think I have a better idea..."
And with that, an elaborate "sting" operation was set into motion, fueled by the hatred and wealth of the female members of the country club. Amber Madison was arrested for prostitution. A search warrant was issued and yielded a substantial amount of cocaine in her condo. Amber was looking at ten years in prison. But in a highly irregular move, she was offered an opportunity to speak with the judge before charges were brought, and so she found herself in the chambers of the Honorable Maureen Burns, Criminal Court Judge!
"Let's be frank, shall we, Miss Madison?" began Judge Burns. "I know who you are and now you know who I am. I don't like you, Miss Madison! I don't like you or women like you, bimbos who strut around flaunting their sexuality to make things easy for themselves, even though it demeans women everywhere!"
"If you're convicted - and you will be convicted - you'll do ten years. Ten years! And believe me, your looks won't do you any good inside the women's house of detention... unless you enjoy the prospect of being some bull dyke's plaything! But I'm going to offer you a break. Agree to alternative sentencing now... and I'll see you get probation."
"W-W-What do you mean... alternative sentencing?" stammered Amber.
"Just this, you'll participate in a program designed by women to 'discourage' your whorish behavior and, hopefully, reform you. Of course, if you prefer to go to trial..."
Amber had little choice; she consented to the "re-education program". She was a little put off to learn that the program would be conducted at the vacation estate of Judge Burns and supervised by members of her country club but she had no viable options.
Later that evening, in the women's locker room at the club ...
Amber Madison sobbed hopelessly, the straight jacket restricting her movement as Judge Burns forced her into the midst of the assembled women. Other female members of the country club, already sipping champagne and giggling like schoolgirls, clearly relished the glamorous waitress's appearance, welcoming her with taunts and catty remarks. No longer was there any uncertainty or ambiguity, they held the upper hand now!
She'd appeared as demanded by Judge Burns, not knowing what fate awaited her. She'd worn a simple T-shirt, jeans and sneakers; instinct, rather than intelligence, told her that her usual revealing wardrobe would be a mistake. The assembled wives were elegantly dressed and Maureen Burns looked quite intimidating in her black judicial robes. Amber'd meekly assented when Judge Burns ordered her to strip to the waist and don the straight jacket.
Addressing the assembled giggling wives, Judge Burns announced with mock seriousness, "Ladies of the jury, before you is Miss Amber Madison. She stands accused of adultery, alienation of affection and extreme disrespect to women who are her betters! We shall now commence this tribunal." - Judge Burns turned to address the restrained brunette directly -"Miss Madison, understand that you will be questioned and judged by these assembled - older wiser women - WOMEN, not frivolous bimbos like yourself" - again addressing Amber directly, Judge Burns asked, "Miss Madison, can you account for the whereabouts of your 'piggies' for the six months you have worked at this club?".
"M-My what? 'Piggies'? I ... I'm sorry but ... I just don't know what you're talking about?" stammered a perplexed Amber.
"So ... she won't talk, eh?", purred a chubby redheaded wife, "Playing dumb, eh? Alright then ... Marie ... Marie Natelli ... come up here Marie!" A tall elegantly dresses Italian woman strode confidently to the fore - Amber recognized her. Marie Natelli - her husband Vincent was a particularly generous tipper ... when treated right!
"Alright, bitch!" announced Marie, lifting Amber's right leg and placing it in her lap, "I've been wanting to get my hands on your for a while and now your ass is mine! How much did you take that idiot husband of mine for, huh? No matter, whatever it was ... I'm gonna take it all back! Now then ... let's get your shoes off!". Marie unlaced Amber's sneaker and slid it off her foot; seconds later, she peeled off the confused girl's white ankle sock, exposing Amber's bare foot.
Marie (grinning slyly) studied Amber's foot for a moment - large (size ten), slender, and meticulously pedicured, the nails were polished pastel purple and a silver toe ring sparkled on the second and third toe. "Mrs. Natelli ..." Maureen Burns interrupted, "Can you determine anything about her recent activities!".
"Yeah ..." Marie spat in reply, "The slut spends a lot of our husband's money on pedicures and toe rings!"
I was hoping for something more specific? About the activities of her piggies?".
"Oh ... oh yeah!", Marie chuckled at the reminder. Then, she took firm hold of Amber's big toe between her thumb and forefinger and said, "You see this one? This one here? Well ... this little piggie ... she went to the market! And this one ... this little piggie? Well, she stayed home!".
"M-My toes ... you mean my toes?" asked a more perplexed Amber as Marie Natelli continued to parody the childish rhyme, "I-I don't get it ... w-why would you be interested in that? Oh please ladies, look ... I-I-I know that some of the things I've done were wrong but I ... I've learned a good lesson from this ... I really have so ... if you could just let me go, you'd ... you'd never see me around here again and I ... I ... oh ... oh dear ... tee hee hee hee ... QUIT THAT SHIT, YOU FUCKIN' ... oh ... oh, I'm sorry ... I'm sorry for yelling ... it's just that ... when you did that it ... it tickled. Y-Y-You must have (uhm) ... accidentally tickled my foot. I-I'm sorry I got so mad, it's just that ... well, this s gonna sound kind of silly but ... well, I've got REALLY ticklish feet! I know ... crazy, right (at this point, Amber is trying to sound engaging and conciliatory) but it's the truth - it drives me crazy. So I'm ... I'm gonna have to ask you n-n-not to do that, ok ... n-n-not to touch my feet ... you understand, don't you?".
"Oh come now, Miss Madison!" Judge Burns chided, indicating with her chin for Marie Natelli to continue (the lovely Italian began to draw lazy figure-8's on the ball of Amber's foot - to her obvious discomfort), "You don't really expect us to believe that a worldly sophisticated young trollop like yourself is ticklish, do you?".
"H-Hey ... c'mon ..." Amber protested, squirming uncomfortably as Marie lightly teased her sensitive sole, "Cut it out ... hee hee ... I told you ... tee hee hee ... I'm t-t-ticklish ... ha ha ha ... l-listen to me ... ha ha ha ... I really do have ticklish feet!".
Maureen Burns watched with obvious satisfaction the haughty young woman's dissolving poise. "Yes, Miss Madison, I now believe you are telling the truth ... for a change! Your big bare feet do appear to be QUITE ticklish ... just as we had hoped! You see, Miss Madison, we assembled ladies are well aware of the (ahem) services you've been supplying to our husbands as a waitress at this club and we intend to extract a measure of justice from you. Would it surprise you to know that several months ago we installed a surveillance camera in the men's locker room? We've actually watched some of your nauseating performances; perhaps some of these will refresh your memory?"
With that, the television mounted on the wall was clicked on. Amber watched in stunned silence. There she was giving Vincent Natelli a quick 'hummer'. There she was doggy style with Martin Burns. And always ... always ... footage of the appreciative man pressing a fifty to one hundred dollar "tip" into Amber's waiting palm. The frame froze as she was performing acrobatically for Doctor Robert Sims. Ankles locked behind her neck, she explained seductively to Dr. Sims that the position was called " The Viennese Oyster". Marsha Sims glared hard at the bound waitress! As Dr. Sims plunged his cock into the seductive waitress (turned human pretzel), he took hold of Amber's feet, now behind her head, to brace himself. The beautiful brunette let out a startled shriek and the two toppled over in a tangle of arms and legs. "Never touch my feet!", Amber scolded a bewildered Dr. Sims on the screen.
"You see, Miss Madison, we know quite a bit about you ... and we intend to get to know you quite a bit better!" chuckled Judge Burns, then sharply, "Alright, ladies, place her in ... the APPARATUS!".
thirty minutes later ...
Amber Madison squirmed uncomfortably in the device her captors had called "the apparatus"; that is, to the extent that even squirming was even possible. Still straight jacketed, her thighs had been pressed back and back, taking full advantage of her limber nature, until her feet were parallel with her head - then both ankles and her neck had been snapped shut in a stocks like device, leaving Amber sitting uncomfortably on one side of a sturdy apparatus of polished mahogany. From the other side of the device there protruded what appeared to be a disembodied head, Amber Madison's head - flanked by a pair of flawless bare soles.
"Miss Amber Madison ..." Judge Maureen Burns interned sternly, "This tribunal has considered the evidence against you and unanimously finds you guilty of adultery, alienation of marital affection and crimes against your gender. In order to rehabilitate you, it has been determined that you must be broken of your haughtiness and vanity. To that end, it has been decided that the soles of your feet shall be bared and then tickled mercilessly by the members of the tribunal. Mrs. Natelli ... Mrs. Sims ... I believe you are to perform first honors?".
With that, Marie Natelli and Marsha Sims seated themselves in front of the apparatus; they were at roughly eye level with the restrained brunette. Each woman was holding a champagne glass (from which they sipped freely) in their left hand and in their right hand, each held ...
"... a FEATHER!" Amber Madison paled noticeably, " You've got a (gulp) ... a f-f-feather?!!", Amber's long toes began to wriggle frantically in anticipation, "Oh please ... d-d-don't do this to me ... don't (ulp) ... TICKLE MY BARE FEET!".
"(ahem) ... kootchy kootchy koooooo, you whore ..." teased Marsha Sims, playing the feather gently across Amber's plush helplessly displayed sole, " ... kootchy kootchy kooooooo ..."
"Oh, I am gonna love this, you little bitch!" Marie Natelli taunted Amber, her face mere inches from he restrained brunette's, "I am gonna tickle your big feet until you piss your pants!".
The balance of the wives began to chuckle merrily and point at the restrained girl; the sight was absurd in the extreme - a helplessly giggling head flanked by two big bare feet being tickled with feathers!
"BWOOOOO HOO HA HA HA HA HA ... HO HO HA HA HA HA ...
N-N-NO ... HA HA HA HA HA ... Y-YOU CAN'T ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... YOU CAN'T ... HEE HEE ... T-T-TICKLE MY
F-F-FEET ... WHEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I ... HA HA ... I ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I'M TICKLISH!!!"
Maureen Burns positioned her face mere inches from Amber's, looking directly into the eyes of the gorgeous young waitress as she began a steady descent into hysteria. The stylish older woman taunted her young prisoner ... her sensitive soles were being tantalized fiendishly ... and there was not a thing she could do to stop it! Indeed, the only reaction available to her ... was to LAUGH!
"BWOOOOOO HOO HOO HA HA HA HA ... WAAAAAA HA HA HA HA .... OH NO ... HEE HEE HEE HEE ... YOU'RE TICKLING ME ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... Y-YOU'RE TICKLING ME ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... YOU'RE T-T-TICKLING ... HA HA HA HA HA ... M-M-MY FEET!".
After indulging themselves for perhaps five minutes, Marie Natelli and Marsha Sims were seamlessly replaced by two other aggrieved wives; Marie changing places first, then Marsha, so to insure that there was a feather tickling at least one of Amber's feet at all times.
At the same time, two women, directed by Judge Burns, positioned a large mirror directly in front of Amber's shrieking face. Were her face not contorted with uncontrollable laughter, Amber would have been shocked and disgusted by the visage of herself - eyes bulging, hair matted with sweat, makeup streaked by tears, mouth contorted into a near maniacal mirthless grin - her once glamorous face flanked by two huge pink tinged soles, long toes wiggling and clawing frantically, silver rings and polished nails glinting as they caught light from a myriad of angles. From her mouth erupted a near constant stream of hysterical cackling laughter, interrupted only by gibbering pleas for mercy and a mindless repetition of a fact that was already frightfully obvious ...
"... MY FEET ARE TICKLISH ... HA HA HA HA ... THEY'RE SO TICKLISH ... HA HA HA HA HA ... I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE ... HOO HOO HOO HA HA ... I C-C-CAN'T ... HA HA ... S-S-S-STAND IT ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA ... NO ... HA HA ... NO MORE ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... P-P-P-PLEASE ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... NOT ON THE F-F-FEET ... HA HA HA HA HA ... NOT ON MY B-B-BARE FEET!!!"
"Goodness, show a little restraint, Miss Madison!" Judge Burns scolded, "You're carrying on like a child! Now, as you well know, you have very big feet and it will take some time to administer the type of thorough punishment you so richly deserve so please DO try to comport yourself with SOME semblance of dignity!"
" ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... Y-Y-YOU FUCKING BITCH!", the bound brunette shrieked at the bemused judge, " ... Y-Y-YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY I'M ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... LAUGHING LIKE THIS ... WHEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... THESE ... HA HA ... B-B-BITCHES ARE ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... T-T-TICKLING MY FUCKING FEET ... WAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA ..."
"Such language!", the older woman feigned shock, "Why is appears you aren't even CLOSE to learning respect fro your betters, Miss Madison! Continue the tickling, ladies, this sharp tongued little harpy will learn some respect if it takes all night!"
"With pleasure, Judge Burns!" replied one of the current ticklers, a plump matronly woman with short dark hair. "Kootchee kootchee koo-ooo, BITCH!!!" she taunted as she swirled her feather in a circular pattern on the ball of Amber's foot.
"Oh this is TOO funny!" laughed the woman currently working on Amber's right foot, busily diddling between and under the helpless brunette's long writhing toes, "She's soooooooooo ticklish! This has got to be absolutely KILLING her! Do her toes, Edith, the little slut cannot stand it when you do her toes like this!"
"... HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ... N-N-NO ... HA HA ... P-P-P-PLEASE ... N-NOT MY TOES ... AHA HA HA HA HA ... NOT THE TOES ... WHEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... I-I-I JUST C-C-CAN'T STAND IT ... WAAAAAA HA HA HA HA ... C-C-C-CAN'T S-S-STAND IT ... WHEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... M-M-MY TOES ... HA HA ... M-M-MY TOES .. HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO ... PLEASE DON'T ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... T-T-TICKLE MY ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE .. MY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES!"
"Proceed with the tickling, ladies, show her no mercy. Just keep on tickling those big ungainly feet of hers! I beleive we may finally be getting through to this little tramp!"
"... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA HA HA HA ... WHEEEEEEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... OH PLEASE .. HA HA ... Y-Y-YOUR KILLING ME ... AHA HA HA HA ... I C-CANT'T TAKE IT ... I CAN'T TAKE THE ... HA HA ... THE TICKLING ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ...".
Maureen Burns watched Amber Madison's heightening hysteria with unabashed relish; what a pleasure to see this manipulative little tramp so humiliated and so wholly out of control! Amber Madison's succlulent soles were devilishly ticklish - just as she'd hoped! She regarded the beautiful brunette, her head
shrieking with laughter and placed incongruosly between her two highly ticklish feet, with equal parts contempt and amusement - she wanted to see this presumptuous slut SUFFER!!!
"Keep tickling, ladies! Be sure to cover every last millimeter of Miss Madison's huge ungainly soles! it will take a concerted effort to give such large feet the type of thorough tickling they so richly deserve!"
With renewed fervor, the vengeful wives "lashed" Amber's hopelessly sensitive soles with their cruel feathers, exciting the nerve rich flesh and driving their victim into cackling hysteria ... long into the night.
Over the next months, Amber Madison underwent a complete makeover. Her head was shaved bald and her baldness was made permanent by electrolysis. Her breast implants were removed, which reduced her to a saggy 32B cup. A female dentist removed her gleaming white teeth, fitting her with a set of ill-fitting dentures instead. The phrase "FORMER BIMBO" was tattooed on her now hairless scalp; a set of golden arches and the phrase "Millions & Millions Served" were tattooed on her buttocks. Her labia, nipples and septum were all pierced and ringed and a stud placed through her tongue - at one point, Amber had considered the tongue stud herself to augment her "talent" but she no longer had autononmy over her body. And over the course of those months, Amber's health club membership was cancelled and she was kept on a bland diet of starch and sugar, packing an unflattering forty pounds on to her hips, thighs and midriff (selective liposuction ensuring that her breasts did not swell one centimeter). Once sleek thighs and buttocks now rippled with cellulite.
When her sentence was complete, Amber Madison was ruined - physically, emotionally, and financially (as she could no longer ply her former trade). Fortunately for her, the women club members did insist on giving her her old job back as a waitress - she would continue providign service to the club. In fact, she was now the most requested waitress ... by the ladies who lunch. Chuckling at her cheap wig and ill-fitting dentures, they occasionally requested Amber serve them in the ladies locker room ... and serve them she did!
