“Halloween Night Hysterics” Part 2
~Witch Hunt~
Nikki struggled to get free, but her wrists were bound together as were her ankles. She was slung over the shoulder of the man wearing the Jason Voorhees mask. He lugged her up the flights of stairs as she squirmed and shouted at him to let her go. The woman dressed as Catwoman pranced alongside them. She was smiling and giggling as she gave Nikki little pokes and prods every so often. Catwoman, as that was the only way Nikki knew how to refer to her, seemed eager and amused at her capture.
Nikki was carried in to the master bedroom chamber, where she at last discovered the fate of her friends. No one had escaped the mansion after all. In a pile on a vast rug covering the old wooden floor, Nikki’s group squirmed against their bonds. Ghostface and The Clown dude were standing guard.
The Bride of Frankenstein and The Witch were discussing something in private as Nikki was carried in and laid in the pile. The Bride looked over at her and called out with excitement, “Ah yes, another one! How delightful! So nice of you to join your friends, darling. Are there any others?”
Catwoman eagerly spoke up, “None! We finished searching the entire main level. Nobody escaped. This must be all of them.”
The Bride seemed pleased. She looked at the man wearing the Jason mask and ordered him, “We’ll need the last two sets of stocks brought up from the van before we begin. Take your clown friend and get them while we get stuff ready up here.”
The two of them grumbled as they headed down to their van, which was parked in the rear of the house. Catwoman called out to them, “Have fun, boys!” She chuckled and stuck her tongue out playfully.
“Ghostface, get rid of these other two models. They’re trash. I think we can do better with this gorgeous group that was dropped into our laps,” The Bride said with a smile.
Ghostface did as he was told and freed the two strung-out women from their stocks. They wanted to argue that they still deserved to get paid for their work, but The Bride dismissed them. She snapped back, “Please see yourselves out. Or I’ll have you escorted out by my crew. Your friends were no-shows and you two were an hour late. We didn’t finish the shoot and I’ve changed my mind. Now go.” The two women huffed at the answer, but gathered their things and left. They flipped off the crew as they walked out.
While the two goons were busy retrieving the equipment, The Bride came over to address the group. She seemed to be the leader of the freakish video production crew judging by how she was bossing the others around. The Bride explained to them, “Well, my darlings...it seems you interrupted our video shoot. Very rude of you if you ask me. But lucky for me and my crew. You see, the models we had lined up were not my first choice. Two were no-shows and the other ones you see here...well, you get what you pay for I guess. Which goes to show me, if you want something done right, I better do it myself.”
Cassie was brooding as she asked her captor, “What do you want with us, bitch?! We didn’t do anything to you sickos!”
The Bride raised an eyebrow as such a sharp tongue. She calmly replied, “My my, you’re a feisty one. Charmed to make your acquaintance. I’ll revisit your comments later, I assure you. You see, your little group crashed my video shoot. And took time away from my crew while they were busy hunting you down. So now I’m going to give you all the privilege of starring in my videos as a way of compensating me for the inconvenience of your intrusion.”
A cold chill went down the backs of Nikki’s group as they realized The Bride was talking about starring them in her weird tickle porn videos. The six of them began shouting and protesting the idea at once, but The Bride just smiled. She was quite pleased at having their group at her disposal now instead of the drug-addicted tweakers that Ghostface had booked.
Catwoman and The Witch finished setting up the four sets of stocks in a neat row. And just about the time they were finishing, Jason and The Clown returned lugging the remaining two sets. Everyone else heard them before they saw them come through the door. A string of profanity and griping as they lugged the bulky equipment into the room. They each set their stocks down with a thud and leaned on them as they caught their breath.
The crew finished setting up the chairs behind the stocks. When it was ready, there were a total of six sets of stocks lined up across the vast master bedroom floor with a sturdy wooden chair placed behind each one. The roaring fire and candles decorating the mantle and shelves made an excellent backdrop for their Halloween-themed video shoot.
Nikki’s group was then wrestled to their feet and brought over to the stocks one at a time. Each one was tied securely to her chair and then had her ankles locked in the stocks. The holes were close together in the center of each set of stocks. The frightened young women sat there firmly trapped in a row.
On the left end was ditzy Brittany, who had dressed as a sexy teacher for the night. Her hair was done up in a tight bun with earrings and a nice necklace for an added touch. Brittany sat in her light blue blouse with her arms tied behind the chair. Her navy blue pencil skirt was riding up a little now, revealing more of her tan pantyhose. They flowed down to her dark blue high heels that stuck out of the holes in the stocks.
Next to her was Sadie, the sarcastic Latina that had dressed up as a French Maid for Halloween. Her stereotypical maid outfit included black pantyhose that attached to a black garter belt underneath her costume. Sadie’s black high heels wiggled on the other side of the stocks as she shifted around in a fit of annoyance.
Third was Zoey. The petite blonde was gripped with fear as she looked around at her friends, who were also bound and trapped like her. Zoey was dressed as a hippie. She wore a headband, a tie-dye shirt, a small vest, and low-rise jeans. Her tiny, brown flip flops were still on as her feet poked through the holes in the stocks. Zoey had no idea how they had stayed on her feet as she was trying to run away earlier.
Next in line was Nikki, the perky blonde with a radiant smile. But there was nothing to smile about right now with her hands tied behind her chair and her ankles trapped in stocks. Nikki had dressed up as a Hooter’s Waitress for the night’s festivities. She had the usual Hooter’s outfit on, as well as tan pantyhose and white sneakers to complete the look. Nikki tugged at her ropes and whined, “Please don’t make us do this! We’ll leave and won’t say a word to anyone! I promise!”
Nikki’s step-sister sat next to her. The condescending redhead looked incredibly irritated as she tugged every so often at her ropes. Cassie was dressed up as an angel. Her white shirt and skirt matched her white flats, which were poking out through the holes in her stocks. She grunted as she tried defiantly to escape.
Cassie’s best friend, Alexis, was in the last seat on the right. Alexis was dressed as a devil to match Cassie’s angel costume. Alexis had a little devil’s horns headband, a black choker, a red tank top, black miniskirt, and red pantyhose that ran down to her black high heels. She fidgeted and pulled at her bonds as well.
Nikki: “What are you going to do to us now?”
The group held their breath as they waited for an answer.
The Bride went to the cameras and began pressing the “record” button on them. She snickered a little and replied, “Well...isn’t it obvious? We’re going to have a little fun with you. This first video I wanted to shoot is going to be titled ‘Witch Hunt’. Did you know that in Salem during the time of witch trials, one of the ways they tested to see if a woman was a witch was to clasp her in stocks just like this and tickle her feet until she either confessed or until the townsfolk felt satisfied that she was telling the truth? I was thinking the other day about how that little bit of history would make a great idea for one of my tickle videos. What do you say we have ourselves a little witch hunt with your group?”
Cassie: “A witch hunt?! Are you out of your fucking mind?! All of you?!”
Sadie: “You’re a bunch of sick fucks! What kind of video company is this?! You all are into some fucked up, illegal shit! Touch me and I’ll kill you!”
Nikki: “Witch hunt?! What?! You have to let us go! Are you recording us?! We are not okay with this! Stop it now!”
The Bride: “Oh don’t be such brats about it. Remember, YOU were the ones that crashed my private video session. The least you could all do is make it up to me by being the models in my videos. Unpaid of course hahahaha! Now, I have several video ideas I want to shoot so let’s get started.”
Catwoman was ecstatic with joy as she pranced over in front of Brittany. She mockingly stuck her tongue out at her with a big grin and then knelt down in front of the stocks where her high-heeled feet were trapped. Catwoman tugged off her dark blue heels like a kid who couldn’t wait to open their presents on Christmas morning. Brittany’s big, size 9.5 feet popped into view as a concerned look came over her face. Her tan nylons formed to her gentle heels, narrow arches, and long, evenly tapered toes. The heels and toes of her tan nylons were reinforced with darker patches, but Brittany’s dark blue toenail polish still shone through the exquisitely soft material.
Catwoman: “Oh! What pretty feet! I’m going to get them, my little witch! Goochie goochie goo! Hahahaha! Are you ready for me? Ready to confess? Oh and I love your pantyhose! That’s going to make this interesting.”
Brittany: “Like oh my God, I’m not a witch! Why do I even have to say that?! How are we even supposed to confess to something made up?! This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard in my life! No, I’m not ready! I don’t want you touching my feet!”
The Clown knelt in front of Sadie. She hated clowns and this was turning out to be a real nightmare as he began taking off her shoes. First came one high heel. Then the other. Sadie’s size 8.5 feet were left unprotected as they wiggled around in her black nylons. The silky material was stretched thinner around her globular heels, the balls of her feet, and the very tips of her delectable toes. They were long and circular at the top, like a lollipop. Her light purple toenails were faintly visible through the black pantyhose. Sadie grimaced and whined like a baby as the dreadful clown admired her feet and chuckled.
The Clown: “He he he! What do we have here? A beautiful maid that might be practicing black magic? Did you sell your soul to the Devil, Missy? Do you practice witchcraft? I’ll soon find out, he he he!”
Sadie: “If you touch me, I’ll fucking scream! Fuck you and fuck your witch hunt! This is so fucking stupid! There’s no such thing as witches and I don’t want to play this stupid game for your stupid fucking tickle porn or whatever it is!”
Ghostface had chosen Zoey. Her small, brown flip flops were taken from her, leaving her petite, size 6 soles bared for all to see. Zoey cringed at her vulnerability. Even though she had small feet, they weren’t stubby or poorly formed. In fact, Zoey has shapely soles for her size. Her small heels were clean and smooth. Her arches were narrow and they led to her pretty toes. Zoey had well-developed tootsies that barely tapered down from her big toes. Each toe was immaculate and capped with French tips.
Ghostface: “Are you ready, girly? I’m going to start at your heels and work my way all the way up. If you’re a witch, you better just tell me now.”
Zoey: “A witch?! What? No, I’m not a witch! Please don’t do this! Dude, come on! I REALLY don’t want to do this!”
The Witch sat in front of Nikki, who looked at her with sorrowful eyes and worry. Nikki watched as her white sneakers were unlaced and pulled off of her feet. Then her thick, white ankle socks were rolled down and tugged off her, leaving her shapely soles clad in her tan nylons. Nikki frowned and grumbled as she felt the fresh air on her unprotected soles. She had soft, flawless heels, very high arches that came to the robust balls of her feet, and adorable toes touched off with pink polish, which showed through the tan pantyhose. Nikki’s big toes were fatter along the bottom than at the top, and more so on the outer edge of her toes. They angled in a little and hugged her second toes beautifully.
The Witch: “Well well well, my pretty...these scrumptious feet of yours are going to tell me if you’re a witch or not. Ready to confess your sin?”
Nikki: “You’re literally dressed as a witch, you fucking loser! This is so stupid! Stop it and let us go!”
The Witch: “Yes, a bit ironic, isn’t it? But that still isn’t going to stop me from tickling these pretty feet of yours. Aaaahahahahaha!”
The Bride made sure she was paired up with Cassie. The brooding redhead glared at The Bride as she slipped off her white flats. Cassie’s broad, wrinkly size 9 soles were left bare as she stifled some choice curse words. She had wide, somewhat flat heels, pale arches that wrinkled in the cutest way, and the pads below her toes were smooth and wide. Cassie’s toes were plump and pale. Each ended with a rounded cap. Her second toes were just a hair longer than her big toes. Cassie’s big toes were pear shaped and had a distinct curve along the base of them that distinguished them from her toe stems. Her nails had been painted candy orange with dots of black paint added to her big toes to give the appearance of Jack-o-lanterns.
The Bride: “Oh what an interesting design for your toes! Those Jack-o-lanterns on your big toes sure do look like the work of the Devil. I’m thinking you might be a witch. Now get ready to confess!”
Cassie: “Go fuck yourself! Fuck all of you! You should all be checked in to a mental hospital! Lady, if you even touch me, I’ll beat the shit out of you! Let me go NOW!”
The man wearing the Jason Voorhees mask went to Alexis. The tall, dark-haired brat let out a whiny sigh as her black high heels were removed. Her large, size 10 feet were left only in her red nylons. Alexis’ pale soles contrasted noticeably against the red pantyhose near her large heels, the outer ridge of her long feet, and on her second and big toes. Her bright red toenail polish was hardly noticeable under her nylons. Alexis had low arches that wrinkled when she scrunched her feet. Her big toes were long and oval-shaped. But even her behemoth big toes were shadowed by her second toes, which were just a touch longer. When Alexis scrunched her tootsies down firmly, her second toes always sat higher between her third and big toes.
Jason: “Oh I’m putting my money on you. Any woman that dressed up like the Devil is surely working for him. Let’s get you talking, witch!”
Alexis: “Ha Ha. Very funny, asshole. Joke’s over now. Let me out of here!”
The master bedroom came alive with giggles and protests as the tickling began.
Brittany squealed and sat up straight as she peered over the top of stocks at Catwoman scratching at her nyloned soles. A smile instantly broke out over Brittany’s face as she began fidgeting uncomfortably in her chair. High-pitched giggles were easily extracted from her as Catwoman flicked her long, sharp fingernails along the bottoms of her feet with glee. Brittany’s tan nylons undoubtably aided her tickler’s fingernails as she traced them sinisterly about from top to bottom. Brittany tugged against her chair as her giggles soon developed into laughter.
Brittany: “No-ho-ho-ho!! Hehehehe! Please don’t do this! Hehehehehe! We didn’t agree to this! Hehehehe! What is wrong with you?! Leave my feet alone! Hahahahaha!!”
Sadie jumped in her seat as The Clown began wiggling his fingers across her pantyhose-covered feet. She absolutely hated the fact that the guy in the creepy clown mask was touching her. Sadie wanted so badly to hide the grin creeping up the corners of her mouth. But the tickling feeling surprised her. She hadn’t expected it to feel quite like that. And the fact that she was heavily restricted didn’t help matters. Sadie looked as if she could cry as giggles slipped out of her contorted facial expression.
Sadie: “Eeek! Oh gaaaawd, you’re so creepy! Hehehehehe! Ugh! Knock it off! Hehehehehe! Oh God, why did you have to wear that creepy clown mask?! Hehehehe! Leave me alone!”
Zoey had every intention of trying to hold out against her tickler. But that notion quickly faded as Zoey felt Ghostface’s fingers trickling across her small, sensitive soles. The petite blonde cracked a smile instantly and lowered her head in surprise and embarrassment. As Ghostface scurried his fingers up her wiggling soles, Zoey’s giggling escalated to a sweet laughter.
Zoey: “Hehehehe! Oh shit! Hehehehe! Wait! I’m not ready! Hahahaha! Please wait! Hahahahaha! Oh shit, what do you want?!”
Nikki saw her best friend begin laughing but didn’t have to wait long before she too was tickled herself. The Witch began fluttering her long fingernails across the bottoms of Nikki’s shapely soles. The perky blonde was jolted by the feeling as a smile quickly spread across her face. Her feet wiggled rapidly as she tried to dodge the strange feelings forcing her to giggle. The Witch lightly traced her fingernails randomly over the smooth foot bottoms. Nikki squealed and jolted at the odd sensations.
Nikki: “Eeeek!! Hey! Quit it! Hehehehe! Eeek! Stooohaaap! Hehehehehe! Eeek! Stop! We don’t want to be in your weird tickling videos! Hehehehehe! No-ho-ho!!”
Cassie braced for the feeling she knew was coming. As The Bride began scurrying her long, pointed fingernails across the broad soles, Cassie pursed her lips and tried not to look at what was being done to her feet. The nails flicked effortlessly over her wrinkly arches. Cassie tried to push down the feelings of laughter and vulnerability. But eventually some giggles started to slip out, despite her best efforts.
Cassie: “Uuuurrrrgghhh! What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just let us go and let us enjoy our night?! Hehehehehe! This is so dumb! Tickling?! You’ve got to be hehehehehe freaking joking me, right?! Hehehehe! Ugh! Go away!”
Alexis was in the middle of a pouty sigh when Jason began tickling her big, nylon-clad feet. She immediately began giggling and wagging her feet around trying to avoid him. Alexis tried to lean forward and somehow pull away from the chair she was tied to, but it was pointless. A smile forced its way onto her face as she complained and shifted her feet about.
Alexis: “Aaahh!! Hehehehehe! Hey, that’s not fair! Hehehehehe! What are you people?! Some sort of tickle freaks?! Hehehehe! Stop touching my feet!”
Brittany was squirming in her chair constantly now as Catwoman’s nails slid along her narrow arches with ease due to the pantyhose. Her large, size 9.5 soles were whipping around energetically trying to avoid the devilish nails. Catwoman could tell her long toes were wriggling all about like crazy from the tickling despite being mostly hidden from view by the reinforced sections of the nylons. Brittany’s mouth was open in a smile as laughter poured out of her.
Catwoman placed her fingernails at the base of Brittany’s feet on top of the reinforced squares covering her heels. Catwoman began scratching and skittering her nails over them, watching Brittany squirm uneasily as she did so. What started as giggles almost immediately shifted to cackling laughter as Catwoman worked her way higher toward the region of her lower arches. The feeling of Catwoman’s nails gliding over her tan nylons was terrible. They traced smoothly up and down Brittany’s slender archways, but especially bothered her when they paused and took a few moments near her lower arch.
Catwoman: “I just need to know...are you a witch? You better start confessing or it’s just going to get worse for you.”
Brittany: “Hahahahaha! Oh my God, I’m not a fucking witch, lady! Hahahahaha! Hey, what gives?! We didn’t do anything to you guys! Hahahahaha! I want to be let go! Please! Hahahaha! Ugh, why did I have to wear pantyhose tonight?!”
Sadie was tensing her whole body as The Clown tickled her size 8.5 feet. Her toes were clenched, as were her eyes, as she tried her best to just endure this nightmarish hell and hopefully get out of this God-forsaken mansion soon. Sadie reluctantly laughed despite her mild phobia of the man’s clown mask. Her feet shook and kicked as he touched them.
The Clown repositioned himself and encircled one foot with an armlock. Sadie didn’t know what he was about to do, but knew it obviously couldn’t be good for her. Her eyes shot wide open as she begged him not to do anything else with her feet. The Clown let out a creepy cackling laugh behind his mask and began scribbling a hand wildly along her nyloned sole. Sadie threw her head back in a scream of laughter as she spasmed in her chair.
The Clown: “Confess to it, demon woman! Admit you’re a witch or I’ll get your other foot!”
Sadie: “Wait! Wait ! No! God, I fucking hate clowns! Can you please just give me one fucking second before you AAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh my God, these fucking pantyhose! Hahahahaha! I’m not a fucking witch, you jerk!”
The meek little Zoey was cackling desperately as her bare little size 6’s were stroked. She was constantly curling her toes down and releasing them, not knowing how to react to such an intense sensation. Ghostface swiped his fingertips over her tender heels to start. They felt like they could melt in his hands they were so soft. Then Ghostface crawled up Zoey’s thin arches. Her sensitive foot bottoms sent her into spastic laughter as she leaned back against the seat. There was nothing to do except laugh.
Ghostface concentrated on Zoey’s creamy arches for several moments and then went up a little higher to the pads below her toes. Zoey’s laughter was getting more frantic as she curled and uncurled her toes rapidly. She was having lots of trouble trying to process the sensations. Zoey laughed spastically and tried pulling her feet back from the fingers as much as possible, but they were trapped between the wiggling fingertips and the stocks.
Ghostface: “I can tickle these little feet all night. You better tell me what I want to know. Are you casting spells on people, my little witch?”
Zoey: “Oh my Gaaw-haw-haw-hawDDD!! Hahahahaha! No! I’m not a fucking witch! And I hate this fucking game! Stop doing that! Hahahaha! God, that feels so fucking weird! Hahahahaha! Can’t you just stop?! Hahahahaha!”
Nikki was freaking out. She thrashed and screamed and twisted her torso from side to side as The Witch skillfully trailed her sharp talons along the silky, tan nylons adorning Nikki’s size 8 feet. She sporadically screamed laughter as her arches were scratched and tickled. Her toes contorted into a clenched mess as she tried to fight the terribly unpleasant feeling of being tickled against her will.
The Witch loved starting at Nikki’s padded heels and then quickly skittering her nails upwards along the dramatic curve of her high-arched feet. The Witch was driving Nikki crazy each time she did it. It always ended with Nikki hissing laughter and thrashing in her chair as she felt the wiggling nails lingering on her upper arches.
The Witch: “Let’s hear it, my little pretty. Admit that you’re a witch and this will all be over. Otherwise, suffer the consequences of being accused.
Nikki: “Hahahahaha! Oh fuck! Hahahahaha! Ah God! Hahahahaha! You’re fucking terrible. I’m not a witch! Hahahaha! Seriously stop it! Hahahahaha! I don’t want to play this stupid game! Hahahahaha!”
Cassie couldn’t help but smile a big dumb grin as The Bride flicked her pointy nails along the bottoms of her broad, wrinkly size 9’s. Cassie was practically holding her breath as she clenched her plump toes down. Her feet were starting to tremble as the nails relentlessly caressed her wrinkled arches and the meaty pads below her toes. Giggles leaked out more and more. Cassie gave her head a shake from side to side as her giggles built into laughter.
The Witch used a soft voice to ease the defiant Cassie into laughter. She urged her to let out her laughter instead of withholding it. Cassie snapped back at her and demanded she not touch her feet, but The Witch ignored her shouting. Instead, she kept lightly and purposefully swiping her long fingernails just under the redheaded beauties toes. Cassie let her head fall back against the chair and let out a stream of laughter as she succumbed to the strange, uncomfortable sensations.
The Bride: “Make it easy on yourself and confess to being a witch. Don’t make me keep tickling your pretty feet like this. Surely you want to make all this stop.”
Cassie: “You can making it stop, you fucking bitch! Hahahahaha! Don’t touch me! Hahahahaha! I’m not telling you I’m a witch! That’s fucking dumb! Hahahahaha! God, stop it!”
Jason was tickling all up and down Alexis’ big, size 10 feet. The tall brunette shouted raspy laughter as he worked his tireless fingers up and down her long soles shrouded in red nylons. Alexis shifted her feet from side to side and even crossed them over one another as she struggled to cope with the awful sensations. Jason put her feet in an armlock to hold them still. Then he scrubbed his fingers furiously across her silky peds. The red pantyhose allowed him to dart around quickly, leaving Alexis slumped forward in raspy laughter.
Jason felt Alexis’ big, strong feet trying to escape his clutches as he switched from one foot to the other. His fingers scribbled along her pantyhose-clad arches as she shouted for him to stop. He moved a little higher and pulled the toes of one foot back so he could tickle along the base of them. Jason’s fingertips stroked the thin nylon barrier lining the undersides and base of Alexis’ toes, causing her to let out a loud, raspy stream of laughter.
Jason: “Confess, witch! You’re up to your devilish tricks again! Admit it or your feet will pay the price!”
Alexis: “Hahahaha! You freaks are insane! Hahahaha! Get the fuck away from me! Hahahahaha! Ah shit! These nylons are terrible! Hahahahaha! Fuck! Why did I wear them tonight of all nights?! Hahahaha!”
The cameras continued filming everything in front of them as the six women continued to be tormented in the line of stocks. Twelve flailing feet tried frantically to escape the tickle torture as their captors frequently demanded they confess to being witches. As the captive ladies continued to protest their current predicament, The Bride shouted so that her crew could hear her, “They don’t want to confess, huh? Well we’ll just have to keep going then. Just to be sure...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
~Witch Hunt~
Nikki struggled to get free, but her wrists were bound together as were her ankles. She was slung over the shoulder of the man wearing the Jason Voorhees mask. He lugged her up the flights of stairs as she squirmed and shouted at him to let her go. The woman dressed as Catwoman pranced alongside them. She was smiling and giggling as she gave Nikki little pokes and prods every so often. Catwoman, as that was the only way Nikki knew how to refer to her, seemed eager and amused at her capture.
Nikki was carried in to the master bedroom chamber, where she at last discovered the fate of her friends. No one had escaped the mansion after all. In a pile on a vast rug covering the old wooden floor, Nikki’s group squirmed against their bonds. Ghostface and The Clown dude were standing guard.
The Bride of Frankenstein and The Witch were discussing something in private as Nikki was carried in and laid in the pile. The Bride looked over at her and called out with excitement, “Ah yes, another one! How delightful! So nice of you to join your friends, darling. Are there any others?”
Catwoman eagerly spoke up, “None! We finished searching the entire main level. Nobody escaped. This must be all of them.”
The Bride seemed pleased. She looked at the man wearing the Jason mask and ordered him, “We’ll need the last two sets of stocks brought up from the van before we begin. Take your clown friend and get them while we get stuff ready up here.”
The two of them grumbled as they headed down to their van, which was parked in the rear of the house. Catwoman called out to them, “Have fun, boys!” She chuckled and stuck her tongue out playfully.
“Ghostface, get rid of these other two models. They’re trash. I think we can do better with this gorgeous group that was dropped into our laps,” The Bride said with a smile.
Ghostface did as he was told and freed the two strung-out women from their stocks. They wanted to argue that they still deserved to get paid for their work, but The Bride dismissed them. She snapped back, “Please see yourselves out. Or I’ll have you escorted out by my crew. Your friends were no-shows and you two were an hour late. We didn’t finish the shoot and I’ve changed my mind. Now go.” The two women huffed at the answer, but gathered their things and left. They flipped off the crew as they walked out.
While the two goons were busy retrieving the equipment, The Bride came over to address the group. She seemed to be the leader of the freakish video production crew judging by how she was bossing the others around. The Bride explained to them, “Well, my darlings...it seems you interrupted our video shoot. Very rude of you if you ask me. But lucky for me and my crew. You see, the models we had lined up were not my first choice. Two were no-shows and the other ones you see here...well, you get what you pay for I guess. Which goes to show me, if you want something done right, I better do it myself.”
Cassie was brooding as she asked her captor, “What do you want with us, bitch?! We didn’t do anything to you sickos!”
The Bride raised an eyebrow as such a sharp tongue. She calmly replied, “My my, you’re a feisty one. Charmed to make your acquaintance. I’ll revisit your comments later, I assure you. You see, your little group crashed my video shoot. And took time away from my crew while they were busy hunting you down. So now I’m going to give you all the privilege of starring in my videos as a way of compensating me for the inconvenience of your intrusion.”
A cold chill went down the backs of Nikki’s group as they realized The Bride was talking about starring them in her weird tickle porn videos. The six of them began shouting and protesting the idea at once, but The Bride just smiled. She was quite pleased at having their group at her disposal now instead of the drug-addicted tweakers that Ghostface had booked.
Catwoman and The Witch finished setting up the four sets of stocks in a neat row. And just about the time they were finishing, Jason and The Clown returned lugging the remaining two sets. Everyone else heard them before they saw them come through the door. A string of profanity and griping as they lugged the bulky equipment into the room. They each set their stocks down with a thud and leaned on them as they caught their breath.
The crew finished setting up the chairs behind the stocks. When it was ready, there were a total of six sets of stocks lined up across the vast master bedroom floor with a sturdy wooden chair placed behind each one. The roaring fire and candles decorating the mantle and shelves made an excellent backdrop for their Halloween-themed video shoot.
Nikki’s group was then wrestled to their feet and brought over to the stocks one at a time. Each one was tied securely to her chair and then had her ankles locked in the stocks. The holes were close together in the center of each set of stocks. The frightened young women sat there firmly trapped in a row.
On the left end was ditzy Brittany, who had dressed as a sexy teacher for the night. Her hair was done up in a tight bun with earrings and a nice necklace for an added touch. Brittany sat in her light blue blouse with her arms tied behind the chair. Her navy blue pencil skirt was riding up a little now, revealing more of her tan pantyhose. They flowed down to her dark blue high heels that stuck out of the holes in the stocks.
Next to her was Sadie, the sarcastic Latina that had dressed up as a French Maid for Halloween. Her stereotypical maid outfit included black pantyhose that attached to a black garter belt underneath her costume. Sadie’s black high heels wiggled on the other side of the stocks as she shifted around in a fit of annoyance.
Third was Zoey. The petite blonde was gripped with fear as she looked around at her friends, who were also bound and trapped like her. Zoey was dressed as a hippie. She wore a headband, a tie-dye shirt, a small vest, and low-rise jeans. Her tiny, brown flip flops were still on as her feet poked through the holes in the stocks. Zoey had no idea how they had stayed on her feet as she was trying to run away earlier.
Next in line was Nikki, the perky blonde with a radiant smile. But there was nothing to smile about right now with her hands tied behind her chair and her ankles trapped in stocks. Nikki had dressed up as a Hooter’s Waitress for the night’s festivities. She had the usual Hooter’s outfit on, as well as tan pantyhose and white sneakers to complete the look. Nikki tugged at her ropes and whined, “Please don’t make us do this! We’ll leave and won’t say a word to anyone! I promise!”
Nikki’s step-sister sat next to her. The condescending redhead looked incredibly irritated as she tugged every so often at her ropes. Cassie was dressed up as an angel. Her white shirt and skirt matched her white flats, which were poking out through the holes in her stocks. She grunted as she tried defiantly to escape.
Cassie’s best friend, Alexis, was in the last seat on the right. Alexis was dressed as a devil to match Cassie’s angel costume. Alexis had a little devil’s horns headband, a black choker, a red tank top, black miniskirt, and red pantyhose that ran down to her black high heels. She fidgeted and pulled at her bonds as well.
Nikki: “What are you going to do to us now?”
The group held their breath as they waited for an answer.
The Bride went to the cameras and began pressing the “record” button on them. She snickered a little and replied, “Well...isn’t it obvious? We’re going to have a little fun with you. This first video I wanted to shoot is going to be titled ‘Witch Hunt’. Did you know that in Salem during the time of witch trials, one of the ways they tested to see if a woman was a witch was to clasp her in stocks just like this and tickle her feet until she either confessed or until the townsfolk felt satisfied that she was telling the truth? I was thinking the other day about how that little bit of history would make a great idea for one of my tickle videos. What do you say we have ourselves a little witch hunt with your group?”
Cassie: “A witch hunt?! Are you out of your fucking mind?! All of you?!”
Sadie: “You’re a bunch of sick fucks! What kind of video company is this?! You all are into some fucked up, illegal shit! Touch me and I’ll kill you!”
Nikki: “Witch hunt?! What?! You have to let us go! Are you recording us?! We are not okay with this! Stop it now!”
The Bride: “Oh don’t be such brats about it. Remember, YOU were the ones that crashed my private video session. The least you could all do is make it up to me by being the models in my videos. Unpaid of course hahahaha! Now, I have several video ideas I want to shoot so let’s get started.”
Catwoman was ecstatic with joy as she pranced over in front of Brittany. She mockingly stuck her tongue out at her with a big grin and then knelt down in front of the stocks where her high-heeled feet were trapped. Catwoman tugged off her dark blue heels like a kid who couldn’t wait to open their presents on Christmas morning. Brittany’s big, size 9.5 feet popped into view as a concerned look came over her face. Her tan nylons formed to her gentle heels, narrow arches, and long, evenly tapered toes. The heels and toes of her tan nylons were reinforced with darker patches, but Brittany’s dark blue toenail polish still shone through the exquisitely soft material.
Catwoman: “Oh! What pretty feet! I’m going to get them, my little witch! Goochie goochie goo! Hahahaha! Are you ready for me? Ready to confess? Oh and I love your pantyhose! That’s going to make this interesting.”
Brittany: “Like oh my God, I’m not a witch! Why do I even have to say that?! How are we even supposed to confess to something made up?! This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard in my life! No, I’m not ready! I don’t want you touching my feet!”
The Clown knelt in front of Sadie. She hated clowns and this was turning out to be a real nightmare as he began taking off her shoes. First came one high heel. Then the other. Sadie’s size 8.5 feet were left unprotected as they wiggled around in her black nylons. The silky material was stretched thinner around her globular heels, the balls of her feet, and the very tips of her delectable toes. They were long and circular at the top, like a lollipop. Her light purple toenails were faintly visible through the black pantyhose. Sadie grimaced and whined like a baby as the dreadful clown admired her feet and chuckled.
The Clown: “He he he! What do we have here? A beautiful maid that might be practicing black magic? Did you sell your soul to the Devil, Missy? Do you practice witchcraft? I’ll soon find out, he he he!”
Sadie: “If you touch me, I’ll fucking scream! Fuck you and fuck your witch hunt! This is so fucking stupid! There’s no such thing as witches and I don’t want to play this stupid game for your stupid fucking tickle porn or whatever it is!”
Ghostface had chosen Zoey. Her small, brown flip flops were taken from her, leaving her petite, size 6 soles bared for all to see. Zoey cringed at her vulnerability. Even though she had small feet, they weren’t stubby or poorly formed. In fact, Zoey has shapely soles for her size. Her small heels were clean and smooth. Her arches were narrow and they led to her pretty toes. Zoey had well-developed tootsies that barely tapered down from her big toes. Each toe was immaculate and capped with French tips.
Ghostface: “Are you ready, girly? I’m going to start at your heels and work my way all the way up. If you’re a witch, you better just tell me now.”
Zoey: “A witch?! What? No, I’m not a witch! Please don’t do this! Dude, come on! I REALLY don’t want to do this!”
The Witch sat in front of Nikki, who looked at her with sorrowful eyes and worry. Nikki watched as her white sneakers were unlaced and pulled off of her feet. Then her thick, white ankle socks were rolled down and tugged off her, leaving her shapely soles clad in her tan nylons. Nikki frowned and grumbled as she felt the fresh air on her unprotected soles. She had soft, flawless heels, very high arches that came to the robust balls of her feet, and adorable toes touched off with pink polish, which showed through the tan pantyhose. Nikki’s big toes were fatter along the bottom than at the top, and more so on the outer edge of her toes. They angled in a little and hugged her second toes beautifully.
The Witch: “Well well well, my pretty...these scrumptious feet of yours are going to tell me if you’re a witch or not. Ready to confess your sin?”
Nikki: “You’re literally dressed as a witch, you fucking loser! This is so stupid! Stop it and let us go!”
The Witch: “Yes, a bit ironic, isn’t it? But that still isn’t going to stop me from tickling these pretty feet of yours. Aaaahahahahaha!”
The Bride made sure she was paired up with Cassie. The brooding redhead glared at The Bride as she slipped off her white flats. Cassie’s broad, wrinkly size 9 soles were left bare as she stifled some choice curse words. She had wide, somewhat flat heels, pale arches that wrinkled in the cutest way, and the pads below her toes were smooth and wide. Cassie’s toes were plump and pale. Each ended with a rounded cap. Her second toes were just a hair longer than her big toes. Cassie’s big toes were pear shaped and had a distinct curve along the base of them that distinguished them from her toe stems. Her nails had been painted candy orange with dots of black paint added to her big toes to give the appearance of Jack-o-lanterns.
The Bride: “Oh what an interesting design for your toes! Those Jack-o-lanterns on your big toes sure do look like the work of the Devil. I’m thinking you might be a witch. Now get ready to confess!”
Cassie: “Go fuck yourself! Fuck all of you! You should all be checked in to a mental hospital! Lady, if you even touch me, I’ll beat the shit out of you! Let me go NOW!”
The man wearing the Jason Voorhees mask went to Alexis. The tall, dark-haired brat let out a whiny sigh as her black high heels were removed. Her large, size 10 feet were left only in her red nylons. Alexis’ pale soles contrasted noticeably against the red pantyhose near her large heels, the outer ridge of her long feet, and on her second and big toes. Her bright red toenail polish was hardly noticeable under her nylons. Alexis had low arches that wrinkled when she scrunched her feet. Her big toes were long and oval-shaped. But even her behemoth big toes were shadowed by her second toes, which were just a touch longer. When Alexis scrunched her tootsies down firmly, her second toes always sat higher between her third and big toes.
Jason: “Oh I’m putting my money on you. Any woman that dressed up like the Devil is surely working for him. Let’s get you talking, witch!”
Alexis: “Ha Ha. Very funny, asshole. Joke’s over now. Let me out of here!”
The master bedroom came alive with giggles and protests as the tickling began.
Brittany squealed and sat up straight as she peered over the top of stocks at Catwoman scratching at her nyloned soles. A smile instantly broke out over Brittany’s face as she began fidgeting uncomfortably in her chair. High-pitched giggles were easily extracted from her as Catwoman flicked her long, sharp fingernails along the bottoms of her feet with glee. Brittany’s tan nylons undoubtably aided her tickler’s fingernails as she traced them sinisterly about from top to bottom. Brittany tugged against her chair as her giggles soon developed into laughter.
Brittany: “No-ho-ho-ho!! Hehehehe! Please don’t do this! Hehehehehe! We didn’t agree to this! Hehehehe! What is wrong with you?! Leave my feet alone! Hahahahaha!!”
Sadie jumped in her seat as The Clown began wiggling his fingers across her pantyhose-covered feet. She absolutely hated the fact that the guy in the creepy clown mask was touching her. Sadie wanted so badly to hide the grin creeping up the corners of her mouth. But the tickling feeling surprised her. She hadn’t expected it to feel quite like that. And the fact that she was heavily restricted didn’t help matters. Sadie looked as if she could cry as giggles slipped out of her contorted facial expression.
Sadie: “Eeek! Oh gaaaawd, you’re so creepy! Hehehehehe! Ugh! Knock it off! Hehehehehe! Oh God, why did you have to wear that creepy clown mask?! Hehehehe! Leave me alone!”
Zoey had every intention of trying to hold out against her tickler. But that notion quickly faded as Zoey felt Ghostface’s fingers trickling across her small, sensitive soles. The petite blonde cracked a smile instantly and lowered her head in surprise and embarrassment. As Ghostface scurried his fingers up her wiggling soles, Zoey’s giggling escalated to a sweet laughter.
Zoey: “Hehehehe! Oh shit! Hehehehe! Wait! I’m not ready! Hahahaha! Please wait! Hahahahaha! Oh shit, what do you want?!”
Nikki saw her best friend begin laughing but didn’t have to wait long before she too was tickled herself. The Witch began fluttering her long fingernails across the bottoms of Nikki’s shapely soles. The perky blonde was jolted by the feeling as a smile quickly spread across her face. Her feet wiggled rapidly as she tried to dodge the strange feelings forcing her to giggle. The Witch lightly traced her fingernails randomly over the smooth foot bottoms. Nikki squealed and jolted at the odd sensations.
Nikki: “Eeeek!! Hey! Quit it! Hehehehe! Eeek! Stooohaaap! Hehehehehe! Eeek! Stop! We don’t want to be in your weird tickling videos! Hehehehehe! No-ho-ho!!”
Cassie braced for the feeling she knew was coming. As The Bride began scurrying her long, pointed fingernails across the broad soles, Cassie pursed her lips and tried not to look at what was being done to her feet. The nails flicked effortlessly over her wrinkly arches. Cassie tried to push down the feelings of laughter and vulnerability. But eventually some giggles started to slip out, despite her best efforts.
Cassie: “Uuuurrrrgghhh! What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just let us go and let us enjoy our night?! Hehehehehe! This is so dumb! Tickling?! You’ve got to be hehehehehe freaking joking me, right?! Hehehehe! Ugh! Go away!”
Alexis was in the middle of a pouty sigh when Jason began tickling her big, nylon-clad feet. She immediately began giggling and wagging her feet around trying to avoid him. Alexis tried to lean forward and somehow pull away from the chair she was tied to, but it was pointless. A smile forced its way onto her face as she complained and shifted her feet about.
Alexis: “Aaahh!! Hehehehehe! Hey, that’s not fair! Hehehehehe! What are you people?! Some sort of tickle freaks?! Hehehehe! Stop touching my feet!”
Brittany was squirming in her chair constantly now as Catwoman’s nails slid along her narrow arches with ease due to the pantyhose. Her large, size 9.5 soles were whipping around energetically trying to avoid the devilish nails. Catwoman could tell her long toes were wriggling all about like crazy from the tickling despite being mostly hidden from view by the reinforced sections of the nylons. Brittany’s mouth was open in a smile as laughter poured out of her.
Catwoman placed her fingernails at the base of Brittany’s feet on top of the reinforced squares covering her heels. Catwoman began scratching and skittering her nails over them, watching Brittany squirm uneasily as she did so. What started as giggles almost immediately shifted to cackling laughter as Catwoman worked her way higher toward the region of her lower arches. The feeling of Catwoman’s nails gliding over her tan nylons was terrible. They traced smoothly up and down Brittany’s slender archways, but especially bothered her when they paused and took a few moments near her lower arch.
Catwoman: “I just need to know...are you a witch? You better start confessing or it’s just going to get worse for you.”
Brittany: “Hahahahaha! Oh my God, I’m not a fucking witch, lady! Hahahahaha! Hey, what gives?! We didn’t do anything to you guys! Hahahahaha! I want to be let go! Please! Hahahaha! Ugh, why did I have to wear pantyhose tonight?!”
Sadie was tensing her whole body as The Clown tickled her size 8.5 feet. Her toes were clenched, as were her eyes, as she tried her best to just endure this nightmarish hell and hopefully get out of this God-forsaken mansion soon. Sadie reluctantly laughed despite her mild phobia of the man’s clown mask. Her feet shook and kicked as he touched them.
The Clown repositioned himself and encircled one foot with an armlock. Sadie didn’t know what he was about to do, but knew it obviously couldn’t be good for her. Her eyes shot wide open as she begged him not to do anything else with her feet. The Clown let out a creepy cackling laugh behind his mask and began scribbling a hand wildly along her nyloned sole. Sadie threw her head back in a scream of laughter as she spasmed in her chair.
The Clown: “Confess to it, demon woman! Admit you’re a witch or I’ll get your other foot!”
Sadie: “Wait! Wait ! No! God, I fucking hate clowns! Can you please just give me one fucking second before you AAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh my God, these fucking pantyhose! Hahahahaha! I’m not a fucking witch, you jerk!”
The meek little Zoey was cackling desperately as her bare little size 6’s were stroked. She was constantly curling her toes down and releasing them, not knowing how to react to such an intense sensation. Ghostface swiped his fingertips over her tender heels to start. They felt like they could melt in his hands they were so soft. Then Ghostface crawled up Zoey’s thin arches. Her sensitive foot bottoms sent her into spastic laughter as she leaned back against the seat. There was nothing to do except laugh.
Ghostface concentrated on Zoey’s creamy arches for several moments and then went up a little higher to the pads below her toes. Zoey’s laughter was getting more frantic as she curled and uncurled her toes rapidly. She was having lots of trouble trying to process the sensations. Zoey laughed spastically and tried pulling her feet back from the fingers as much as possible, but they were trapped between the wiggling fingertips and the stocks.
Ghostface: “I can tickle these little feet all night. You better tell me what I want to know. Are you casting spells on people, my little witch?”
Zoey: “Oh my Gaaw-haw-haw-hawDDD!! Hahahahaha! No! I’m not a fucking witch! And I hate this fucking game! Stop doing that! Hahahaha! God, that feels so fucking weird! Hahahahaha! Can’t you just stop?! Hahahahaha!”
Nikki was freaking out. She thrashed and screamed and twisted her torso from side to side as The Witch skillfully trailed her sharp talons along the silky, tan nylons adorning Nikki’s size 8 feet. She sporadically screamed laughter as her arches were scratched and tickled. Her toes contorted into a clenched mess as she tried to fight the terribly unpleasant feeling of being tickled against her will.
The Witch loved starting at Nikki’s padded heels and then quickly skittering her nails upwards along the dramatic curve of her high-arched feet. The Witch was driving Nikki crazy each time she did it. It always ended with Nikki hissing laughter and thrashing in her chair as she felt the wiggling nails lingering on her upper arches.
The Witch: “Let’s hear it, my little pretty. Admit that you’re a witch and this will all be over. Otherwise, suffer the consequences of being accused.
Nikki: “Hahahahaha! Oh fuck! Hahahahaha! Ah God! Hahahahaha! You’re fucking terrible. I’m not a witch! Hahahaha! Seriously stop it! Hahahahaha! I don’t want to play this stupid game! Hahahahaha!”
Cassie couldn’t help but smile a big dumb grin as The Bride flicked her pointy nails along the bottoms of her broad, wrinkly size 9’s. Cassie was practically holding her breath as she clenched her plump toes down. Her feet were starting to tremble as the nails relentlessly caressed her wrinkled arches and the meaty pads below her toes. Giggles leaked out more and more. Cassie gave her head a shake from side to side as her giggles built into laughter.
The Witch used a soft voice to ease the defiant Cassie into laughter. She urged her to let out her laughter instead of withholding it. Cassie snapped back at her and demanded she not touch her feet, but The Witch ignored her shouting. Instead, she kept lightly and purposefully swiping her long fingernails just under the redheaded beauties toes. Cassie let her head fall back against the chair and let out a stream of laughter as she succumbed to the strange, uncomfortable sensations.
The Bride: “Make it easy on yourself and confess to being a witch. Don’t make me keep tickling your pretty feet like this. Surely you want to make all this stop.”
Cassie: “You can making it stop, you fucking bitch! Hahahahaha! Don’t touch me! Hahahahaha! I’m not telling you I’m a witch! That’s fucking dumb! Hahahahaha! God, stop it!”
Jason was tickling all up and down Alexis’ big, size 10 feet. The tall brunette shouted raspy laughter as he worked his tireless fingers up and down her long soles shrouded in red nylons. Alexis shifted her feet from side to side and even crossed them over one another as she struggled to cope with the awful sensations. Jason put her feet in an armlock to hold them still. Then he scrubbed his fingers furiously across her silky peds. The red pantyhose allowed him to dart around quickly, leaving Alexis slumped forward in raspy laughter.
Jason felt Alexis’ big, strong feet trying to escape his clutches as he switched from one foot to the other. His fingers scribbled along her pantyhose-clad arches as she shouted for him to stop. He moved a little higher and pulled the toes of one foot back so he could tickle along the base of them. Jason’s fingertips stroked the thin nylon barrier lining the undersides and base of Alexis’ toes, causing her to let out a loud, raspy stream of laughter.
Jason: “Confess, witch! You’re up to your devilish tricks again! Admit it or your feet will pay the price!”
Alexis: “Hahahaha! You freaks are insane! Hahahaha! Get the fuck away from me! Hahahahaha! Ah shit! These nylons are terrible! Hahahahaha! Fuck! Why did I wear them tonight of all nights?! Hahahaha!”
The cameras continued filming everything in front of them as the six women continued to be tormented in the line of stocks. Twelve flailing feet tried frantically to escape the tickle torture as their captors frequently demanded they confess to being witches. As the captive ladies continued to protest their current predicament, The Bride shouted so that her crew could hear her, “They don’t want to confess, huh? Well we’ll just have to keep going then. Just to be sure...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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