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Now this is a semi-true story that I turned into fiction. Comments and questions are welcomed....Enjoy 😊
The evening air was cool and crisp as Ashley and Theresa stepped out of their car, a small pop-up camper at that. They had been dating for only a few months, and this was their first camping trip together. Excitement coursed through their veins as they hauled their supplies toward their campsite. As they set up the tent, they couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and anticipation. Their weekend was filled with plans for swimming in the lake, hiking through the nearby trails, and building a crackling fire under the starry sky.
Ashley, a petite brunette with a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes, glanced over at her red-haired companion. Theresa, only an inch or two taller, had an infectious laugh and a smile that could light up a room. The two women couldn't help but feel drawn to each other, and as they finished setting up their campsite, they couldn't wait to begin their weekend together.
As they were gathering wood for their fire, they heard voices coming from another campsite nearby. Peering through the trees, they saw a couple who seemed to be about their age, Jim and Kris. They looked friendly enough, so Ashley and Theresa decided to go over and introduce themselves. As they approached the other couple's campsite, they saw that Jim and Kris were already preparing a fire as well.
"Hey there!" Ashley called out, waving as she and Theresa walked up. "We're Ashley and Theresa. We're camping here for the weekend too."
Jim, a tall, lanky man with a bushy beard, smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Jim, and this is my wife Kris." Kris, a blonde with a gentle demeanor, extended her hand in greeting. The four of them exchanged pleasantries, and soon enough, they were all sitting around the fire, roasting marshmallows and swapping stories.
Ashley and Theresa felt an immediate connection with Jim and Kris. They were both outdoorsy types who enjoyed the simple pleasures of camping and spending time in nature. As the night wore on, they decided to join Jim and Kris at their campsite for a while. Little did they know, their newfound friends had something sinister planned for them.
As they were sitting around the fire, sipping hot cocoa, Jim excused himself to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, Kris surreptitiously added a strange powder to their drinks. When Jim returned, they all toasted each other, unaware of the drugs that were now slowly taking effect.
A short while later, Ashley and Theresa began to feel dizzy and disoriented. Their vision blurred, and they struggled to keep their eyes open. Just as they were about to pass out, it became clear that their drinks were tampered with and began to panic. Before they could try to escape, their world went black.
When they came to, Ashley and Theresa found themselves inside Tim and Kris's tent, on a inflatable mattress. They attempted to get up but soon found themselves bound and wrapped tightly in a pair of sleeping bags, with only their heads and feet exposed. Jim and Kris were standing over them, grinning wickedly. The two women tried to scream and struggle, but their limbs were completely immobilized. Tied inside the bags
"Hello, ladies," Jim chuckled. "Welcome back. We've been waiting for you." Kris giggled in response, her pale blue eyes twinkling maliciously. Ashley and Theresa exchanged frightened glances as they realized that their ordeal was only just beginning.
"Now," Jim continued, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "since you're finally awake, we've got a few games planned for you. You're going to be our little camping buddies, and we're going to make sure you have a real good time." He leaned in over them, his breath hot against their faces. "But first, we've got to get you all nice and comfortable."
With that, Jim began to slowly unlace Ashley's shoes. She tried to wriggle her feet, but her movements were restricted by the sleeping bag.
“Hey! Wait …stop that!” Ashley protested
Theresa watched in horror as Jim expertly removed her girlfriend's shoes and then slowly her socks, revealing her pale, small size 6 meaty feet. Kris then moved on to Theresa, methodically undoing her laces and removing the shoes as well as her socks
“No! Not my socks too!” Theresa pleaded
Kris ignored and peeled away both socks until she too was left with nothing on her size 6.5 slender feet.
Both girls lay there completely immobile and both barefoot. Terrified of what will happen next.
Jim begins to slowly tickle Theresa's right foot first. She tries to wiggle her toes but to no avail. He giggles as he tickles her harder and harder. Theresa lets out a squeak of laughter, she can't help it. Her ticklish foot feels sensitive being touched at the same time it's driving her crazy.
Meanwhile, Kris focuses on Ashley. She tickles her left foot with a soft touch at first. Ashley squirms around, trying to get away from the sensation. But Kris doesn't let up. She begins to tickle harder and faster. Ashley lets out a laugh, trying to fight the urge to giggle uncontrollably.
“eer HAA! Sstop that..” Ashley spats out
Their captors enjoy this game. They take turns tickling each of the girls' feet, switching between them every few seconds. The girls try to be strong, try not to laugh, but the tickling feels so unbearable. Sweat begins to bead on their foreheads as they struggle to hold back their giggles.
Suddenly, Jim decides to up the ante. He grabs a feather and begins to tickle Theresa's foot with it. She lets out a high-pitched squeal, trying to wriggle free. But it's no use. Her body is trapped in the sleeping bag, and her feet are completely vulnerable.
“eeeeeHAAAAAA HAAAAAHA NOT A FEATHER!!” Theresa cries
Kris joins in, tickling Ashley with another feather. The two girls squirm and writhe, their laughter turning into gasps for air as the tickling becomes unbearable.
Their captors relish the sound of their laughter, the way it fills the air around them. But they know there's more to come. They exchange knowing glances as they continue to torture the bare feet of Ashley and Theresa, their hands moving swiftly and expertly over the delicate skin of their prisoners.
Jim decides to switch things up, and instead of tickling their soles, he begins to tickle the tender skin between their toes. Ashley lets out a high-pitched shriek, her body jerking wildly as she tries to escape the sensation.
“HAAAAAHAAAAAAAA STTAAHHPP HAAAAAHAHAHA” Ashley wailed
Kris follows suit, tickling Theresa in the same way, causing her to twist and squirm in the sleeping bag.
“Awe..look who has ticklish tootsies “ Kris teases her victim
Before their laughter begins to subside, Jim pulls out a feather duster and begins to swirl it around Ashley's foot. The soft bristles tickle her skin, making her giggle uncontrollably. Kris does the same to Theresa with her own torture tool, and soon both girls are laughing again, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they struggle to catch their breath.
They watch with amusement as the girls squirm beneath the blanket, their bare feet exposed and vulnerable. Jim continues to mix things up and begins to tickle Ashley's arch, making her shriek with laughter.
“OOHHOOO PLEASE HAAAAAHAHAHA NO MORREEE” Ashley begged
Kris doesn't let up on tickling Theresa, and the girls twist and writhe in the sleeping bags
As the tickling continues, the girls begin to feel lightheaded. Their cheeks are flushed and their chests heave with each labored breath.
Their captors seem to enjoy the sight of their prisoners writhing in helpless laughter. They take turns tickling different parts of their feet, relishing in the girls' vulnerability.
“Coochie Coochie Coochie..See Theresa what I'm doing to your little sweetie” Jim taunts Theresa as he plays with Ashley's toes
“Oh I think she likes it…” Kris cooed as she danced her nails on Theresa's heels
Jim decides to focus more on Ashley's toes, tickling each one individually with a feather. Her laughter echoes through the room, bouncing off the walls. Kris, on the other hand, moves to tickle Theresa's arch, using a soft brush to stroke up and down her foot. Theresa lets out a high-pitched giggle, unable to control herself.
As the torture continues, the girls begin to sweat profusely under the blankets. Their breath comes in ragged gasps, and their cheeks are flushed from the exertion of trying to fight off their laughter. Jim decides to mix things up and tickles Ashley's ankle, making her kick and writhe uncontrollably. While Kris decides to play "This little piggy" on Theresa's toes casusing her to come unglued
“This little piggy went to market…” Kris sang
“HAAAAAHAAAAAAAA NOT MY PIGGIHIHEEES PLEHEHEASE“ Theresa begged
Kris playfully finishes the poem and repeats it on her other foot
Tim and Kris's tickling game seems to go on forever, each tickle more intense than the last. The girls try to focus on something, anything else, to distract themselves from the torture of their ticklish feet. But their captors are relentless, their touch expert and precise.
Finally, after what feels like hours of being tickled, the captors decide to call it quits. They step back, beaming and grinning, as the girls lay limp and exhausted beneath the sleepingbags. Ashley and Theresa exchange glances, their eyes wide with disbelief and confusion. They had thought they were strong, that they could handle anything. But they were wrong. Their captors had found their weakness, and exploited it mercilessly.
As they lay there, catching their breath and feeling the sweat on their brows, they can't help but wonder what else their captors have in store for them. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Because despite everything, they can't deny that there's a part of them that's still curious about what comes next.
The END
The evening air was cool and crisp as Ashley and Theresa stepped out of their car, a small pop-up camper at that. They had been dating for only a few months, and this was their first camping trip together. Excitement coursed through their veins as they hauled their supplies toward their campsite. As they set up the tent, they couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and anticipation. Their weekend was filled with plans for swimming in the lake, hiking through the nearby trails, and building a crackling fire under the starry sky.
Ashley, a petite brunette with a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes, glanced over at her red-haired companion. Theresa, only an inch or two taller, had an infectious laugh and a smile that could light up a room. The two women couldn't help but feel drawn to each other, and as they finished setting up their campsite, they couldn't wait to begin their weekend together.
As they were gathering wood for their fire, they heard voices coming from another campsite nearby. Peering through the trees, they saw a couple who seemed to be about their age, Jim and Kris. They looked friendly enough, so Ashley and Theresa decided to go over and introduce themselves. As they approached the other couple's campsite, they saw that Jim and Kris were already preparing a fire as well.
"Hey there!" Ashley called out, waving as she and Theresa walked up. "We're Ashley and Theresa. We're camping here for the weekend too."
Jim, a tall, lanky man with a bushy beard, smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Jim, and this is my wife Kris." Kris, a blonde with a gentle demeanor, extended her hand in greeting. The four of them exchanged pleasantries, and soon enough, they were all sitting around the fire, roasting marshmallows and swapping stories.
Ashley and Theresa felt an immediate connection with Jim and Kris. They were both outdoorsy types who enjoyed the simple pleasures of camping and spending time in nature. As the night wore on, they decided to join Jim and Kris at their campsite for a while. Little did they know, their newfound friends had something sinister planned for them.
As they were sitting around the fire, sipping hot cocoa, Jim excused himself to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, Kris surreptitiously added a strange powder to their drinks. When Jim returned, they all toasted each other, unaware of the drugs that were now slowly taking effect.
A short while later, Ashley and Theresa began to feel dizzy and disoriented. Their vision blurred, and they struggled to keep their eyes open. Just as they were about to pass out, it became clear that their drinks were tampered with and began to panic. Before they could try to escape, their world went black.
When they came to, Ashley and Theresa found themselves inside Tim and Kris's tent, on a inflatable mattress. They attempted to get up but soon found themselves bound and wrapped tightly in a pair of sleeping bags, with only their heads and feet exposed. Jim and Kris were standing over them, grinning wickedly. The two women tried to scream and struggle, but their limbs were completely immobilized. Tied inside the bags
"Hello, ladies," Jim chuckled. "Welcome back. We've been waiting for you." Kris giggled in response, her pale blue eyes twinkling maliciously. Ashley and Theresa exchanged frightened glances as they realized that their ordeal was only just beginning.
"Now," Jim continued, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "since you're finally awake, we've got a few games planned for you. You're going to be our little camping buddies, and we're going to make sure you have a real good time." He leaned in over them, his breath hot against their faces. "But first, we've got to get you all nice and comfortable."
With that, Jim began to slowly unlace Ashley's shoes. She tried to wriggle her feet, but her movements were restricted by the sleeping bag.
“Hey! Wait …stop that!” Ashley protested
Theresa watched in horror as Jim expertly removed her girlfriend's shoes and then slowly her socks, revealing her pale, small size 6 meaty feet. Kris then moved on to Theresa, methodically undoing her laces and removing the shoes as well as her socks
“No! Not my socks too!” Theresa pleaded
Kris ignored and peeled away both socks until she too was left with nothing on her size 6.5 slender feet.
Both girls lay there completely immobile and both barefoot. Terrified of what will happen next.
Jim begins to slowly tickle Theresa's right foot first. She tries to wiggle her toes but to no avail. He giggles as he tickles her harder and harder. Theresa lets out a squeak of laughter, she can't help it. Her ticklish foot feels sensitive being touched at the same time it's driving her crazy.
Meanwhile, Kris focuses on Ashley. She tickles her left foot with a soft touch at first. Ashley squirms around, trying to get away from the sensation. But Kris doesn't let up. She begins to tickle harder and faster. Ashley lets out a laugh, trying to fight the urge to giggle uncontrollably.
“eer HAA! Sstop that..” Ashley spats out
Their captors enjoy this game. They take turns tickling each of the girls' feet, switching between them every few seconds. The girls try to be strong, try not to laugh, but the tickling feels so unbearable. Sweat begins to bead on their foreheads as they struggle to hold back their giggles.
Suddenly, Jim decides to up the ante. He grabs a feather and begins to tickle Theresa's foot with it. She lets out a high-pitched squeal, trying to wriggle free. But it's no use. Her body is trapped in the sleeping bag, and her feet are completely vulnerable.
“eeeeeHAAAAAA HAAAAAHA NOT A FEATHER!!” Theresa cries
Kris joins in, tickling Ashley with another feather. The two girls squirm and writhe, their laughter turning into gasps for air as the tickling becomes unbearable.
Their captors relish the sound of their laughter, the way it fills the air around them. But they know there's more to come. They exchange knowing glances as they continue to torture the bare feet of Ashley and Theresa, their hands moving swiftly and expertly over the delicate skin of their prisoners.
Jim decides to switch things up, and instead of tickling their soles, he begins to tickle the tender skin between their toes. Ashley lets out a high-pitched shriek, her body jerking wildly as she tries to escape the sensation.
“HAAAAAHAAAAAAAA STTAAHHPP HAAAAAHAHAHA” Ashley wailed
Kris follows suit, tickling Theresa in the same way, causing her to twist and squirm in the sleeping bag.
“Awe..look who has ticklish tootsies “ Kris teases her victim
Before their laughter begins to subside, Jim pulls out a feather duster and begins to swirl it around Ashley's foot. The soft bristles tickle her skin, making her giggle uncontrollably. Kris does the same to Theresa with her own torture tool, and soon both girls are laughing again, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they struggle to catch their breath.
They watch with amusement as the girls squirm beneath the blanket, their bare feet exposed and vulnerable. Jim continues to mix things up and begins to tickle Ashley's arch, making her shriek with laughter.
“OOHHOOO PLEASE HAAAAAHAHAHA NO MORREEE” Ashley begged
Kris doesn't let up on tickling Theresa, and the girls twist and writhe in the sleeping bags
As the tickling continues, the girls begin to feel lightheaded. Their cheeks are flushed and their chests heave with each labored breath.
Their captors seem to enjoy the sight of their prisoners writhing in helpless laughter. They take turns tickling different parts of their feet, relishing in the girls' vulnerability.
“Coochie Coochie Coochie..See Theresa what I'm doing to your little sweetie” Jim taunts Theresa as he plays with Ashley's toes
“Oh I think she likes it…” Kris cooed as she danced her nails on Theresa's heels
Jim decides to focus more on Ashley's toes, tickling each one individually with a feather. Her laughter echoes through the room, bouncing off the walls. Kris, on the other hand, moves to tickle Theresa's arch, using a soft brush to stroke up and down her foot. Theresa lets out a high-pitched giggle, unable to control herself.
As the torture continues, the girls begin to sweat profusely under the blankets. Their breath comes in ragged gasps, and their cheeks are flushed from the exertion of trying to fight off their laughter. Jim decides to mix things up and tickles Ashley's ankle, making her kick and writhe uncontrollably. While Kris decides to play "This little piggy" on Theresa's toes casusing her to come unglued
“This little piggy went to market…” Kris sang
“HAAAAAHAAAAAAAA NOT MY PIGGIHIHEEES PLEHEHEASE“ Theresa begged
Kris playfully finishes the poem and repeats it on her other foot
Tim and Kris's tickling game seems to go on forever, each tickle more intense than the last. The girls try to focus on something, anything else, to distract themselves from the torture of their ticklish feet. But their captors are relentless, their touch expert and precise.
Finally, after what feels like hours of being tickled, the captors decide to call it quits. They step back, beaming and grinning, as the girls lay limp and exhausted beneath the sleepingbags. Ashley and Theresa exchange glances, their eyes wide with disbelief and confusion. They had thought they were strong, that they could handle anything. But they were wrong. Their captors had found their weakness, and exploited it mercilessly.
As they lay there, catching their breath and feeling the sweat on their brows, they can't help but wonder what else their captors have in store for them. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Because despite everything, they can't deny that there's a part of them that's still curious about what comes next.
The END
