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Dawn of the Wer-tickler: Victim 00 */f feet
The absence of sound drug on, digging into her as the pointed heels of her black pumps clacked against the linoleum. As she crossed the clean white room, passing a small table holding a magnifying glass, she steadfastly secured her sun-fire colored hair into a ponytail behind her, freeing her neck to feel the compressed air of the “love” lab. Within moments she stood before the glass cabinet with shelves lined by rows of thin glass vials filled with various, gem-like colors. Allowing her eyes to slyly glance at the clock then dart towards the window, she spied the vacant parking lot just as the last employee's rickety car turned and vanished behind the trees. Pressing her tongue between her lips she cracked open the door to the chemicals.
A nervous giddiness clung to the backs of her shoulders as she reached in, withdrawing a vial holding a virulent salmon fluid before tucking it between her ring and middle fingers. Plucking another of deep violet, she pinched her fingers around it then withdrew a final, crimson that spewed out a hideous puff of smoke as she touched it. A sinister smile wrapped around her cheeks as she tapped the door with her hip, swinging it to shut as she snuck towards her work bench.
Rushing her elbow against the table, she knocked around her deliriously scrawled notes before setting the vials into a little plastic case cut for the purpose. For a moment she sat, curling her toes within her shoes while inhaling deeply the musty scent of the pheromones that she had borrowed. Thoughts drifted through her mind and while her lower abdomen boiled she fell through a dark chasm of her consciousness as she silently cursed him for never noticing.
She thought on their second date, how she had innocently set her feet in his lap as though casting a fishing line. For a grueling amount of time he didn't even acknowledge their invasion; she squirmed helplessly, wiggling her feet enough that her shoes slipped off. Even after wiggling her toes in her shoe so that her bare heel slipped out he never looked. At last she let her shoes clatter away, leaving her bare soles defenseless before him while she whispered 'oops.' After some time she began to rub his thighs, then finally she asked for a massage. As soon as he touched her she squealed that she was ticklish but even though she didn't pull away or squirm, he simply withdrew his hands.
The vials fumed with the malice of the night before, their smoke wafting towards the poster of the human brain on the wall, the thick markings of arrows and chemical signatures marring the clean white borders. She chuckled as she glanced at it, then thought of the concoctions she had let slowly stew in the shelf for the past few months. As she plucked the violet liquid she let a giddy giggle squeak through her lips as she imagined herself barefoot before him after slipping her creation in his drink. Her lips spread apart as she poured the fluid into one of her flasks, thinking that she might even regret provoking his brain chemistry in such a way.
As the liquids hissed into the flask, she set down the first vial and lifted the salmon, watching it reflect the world around her into a globe. Her crystal blue eyes blinked back at her, their wicked determination surprising her enough to gasp. Wiggling her hips, she curled her toes within her shoes as she thought upon what he might do to her after he was awakened. The fluids fell from the vial, screeching as they met one another, the salmon colors dripping through the outsides of the purple, merging and melting into them like smoke. Carefully she set down the empty vial, then without restraint lifted the crimson fluid and dumped it in.
At once sparks seemed to fly over the bottle as it hissed and moaned like a living swamp, the colors draining away into a black before flashing into a moonlight color. The smoke ceased and the liquid became quiet and milky. She pinched the bottle and the fluids trembled in tune with her heart beat. Lifting it, she nearly cackled, her feet burning in their shoes as she considered how best to have him consume the concoction.
A buzzing resounded from across the room and she snapped her head in time to see her phone light up. As she spun her hand, she tilted the flask, kicking up several drops that zipped into the air, humming as they whizzed upward. Slapping the bottle within her hands, she sniffed and gasped as the drippings fluttered downward. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of bright light spin into the building then snuff out as she felt a soft dampness press into the side of her arch.
The sensation oozed down the underside of her foot and wrapped around a wrinkle of her sole. A second passed, and she felt her heart quake as she quickly tapped the glass vial against the table. Her arch chirped lightly, then began to buzz wildly. For a moment her arm trembled, the glass tinking against the table as she shifted her hips and tightly clenched her toes in her shoe while the sensations grew rampant. Within moments it felt as though a hundred vines overlaid one another in that single spot, the tentacles writhing about, biting into her like fangs. Her teeth clattered and she pressed her elbows onto the table, hunching over them as she wiggled her foot against the ground in an attempt to squirm the sensations out of existence.
She exhaled deeply, then took in a shaky breath which slowly contorted into light laughter before cackling screams. Snapping together, she bolted upright then thrust her arms over her sides to contain herself as she threw her head the ceiling, laughing like a wicked witch bent on striking the feet of her victims with malice and contempt. Biting down, she compressed her laughter into strained wheezes as she pinched the ends of her eyes together. Delirious euphoria nipped at her heart, and as her vision seared into the ceiling before rappelling into her imagination, she considered what it would be like to dip her toes into this concoction. A snicker rumbled through her as the heavy metal door on the floor beneath her slammed shut, and the ends of her lips rolled upward at the thought of subjecting herself – or better yet an unsuspecting victim – to the terror of her creation.
As her thoughts solidified around an image of her bound, helpless feet stained silver by the fluid, the scratching sensation rippled against her and she gasped, laughing anew. Stuffing her laughter into herself, she pressed a squeal into her throat, then yipped out in surprise as one of the many wet, vine like sensations cruelly seeped down the center of her foot and around the outer edge of her heel. Huddling over herself, she let out windy, girlish giggles as she thought of the subjugation she might be put under when her partner saw her like this.
Behind her she heard the door click as his sinewy voice called out, "What's so funny?" Like a naughty student reprimanded for breaking the rules she snapped together, standing straight and spreading her shoulders out as she wrangled her lips into a straight line, her breath freezing with a heavy inhale. With a single step to her left she slowly twisted to face him, the sensations crawling down her foot like a brigade of ants as she stymied her frenzied smile into a warm one. Tilting her head, she closed her eyes and let the tickling form a summery smile on her lips as she beat it aside.
As quickly as they appeared the sensations fizzled to nothingness. Huffing in air, she trembled as she straightened before nervously flitting with the buttons of her long white ab coat. With a step forward, he cocked his head upward, his eyes spinning towards her as he gracefully glided across the room. Standing in front of her, he swiped his hand to his ear, batting a strand of his medium length hair away from his eye as he smiled. Slowly crossing his arms, he raised his chin and looked down his nose over top of her, his eyes glancing to the table behind her then back at her.
The muscles in her cheeks quivered and she stepped back, bumping the table. She heard the glass rumble and she spun about, her eyes locking on the vial as it danced about. Just as she inhaled, she saw his arm reach for it, his fingers fumbling at the neck, twisting it away from him. It wobbled, then hoisted about so that the neck faced him. Cupping his hands, he swatted at it once or twice as it writhed about, eluding his grasp while she reached for it. Her hand slipped on the smooth glass and it fell between his hands, the silver liquid splattering over him.
Wrath like lightning laced across his eyes momentarily as he cranked his curved hands like gears, jolts and spasms rocking through him. His lip twitched and he took in a ragged breath before groaning in pain, gritting his teeth as he buckled towards the table. Dashing his hands to his forehead, a look of agony plagued him while moonlight swirled through the window, sparkling against his stained hands. Just as she raised a twitching hand towards him he reeled back, spreading his arms apart and howling. Stepping back, she brought her hand above her breasts as he contorted, his muscles bulging and air bursting through his skin. Sharp fangs crawled through his lips and his face stretched forward, snarling into a wolf's snout. Hungry yellow eyes spun towards her and in a flash he bounded towards her.
Before she could shriek he was on her, his massive hand wrapping around her torso and thrashing her to the table like a rag doll. She felt her right heel slip away slightly, dangling from her toes as she thumped and bounced against the table. As she cascaded downward, her arms flew upward and her eyes went wide, a wash of wonderful terror rinsing over her, for as she looked in his eyes she felt a sense of tenderness beneath the overwhelming starvation. Her heart thumped in her chest, and in the span of a second she felt her thoughts fly through her as she sensed his need mirroring her own. Still, she opened her mouth to scream and she began to kick back, but in that instant where she landed upon the table he was on her.
A furry hand gripped around her mouth, the long nail of his thumb brushing against her neck as he held her jaw tightly shut. At the same time the fingers of his other hand clamped around her ankles, his fingers cutting right through the table. Letting out a muffled scream, she shirked against the table, his golden eyes burrowing through her and his long tongue rolling out of his mouth, moonlight colored saliva spilling from it and sizzling against the table. Her eyes grew wider still and she brought her hands down over his, her fingers weakly prying against his, but she could not summon the will to truly fight back as she stared into his eyes. Just from that look she felt his tongue crawling against every part of her flesh, tasting her, devouring her.
Heat ushered through her as she squirmed on the table, pointing her toes as she tugged with her ankles. Her right heel drifted away, revealing her naked arch and she gasped as dread filled her with the knowledge of what she had done. A smile whipped across his face and his head slowly knelt down towards her feet. Her heart raced in her chest as his eyes locked into her, his gaze pulling her apart, undressing her as he slowly sifted ever downward. Flailing, she tugged at his arm harder. She wanted this, she needed it, but she needed to fight him too, and she saw all the same feelings in his eyes as they refused to waver.
Everything that had transpired that day seemed to rush through her at once. She saw herself driving around the block and turning off the engine, staring at her phone in the dying light as she counted the minutes. She felt the cool fall air as she exited her vehicle and walked back down the road, leaves crunching beneath her, and she felt her key turn in the lock of the side door. Shivering, she felt the thoughts pounding in her: nobody knew she was here. Nobody would look for her, and at best nobody would find her until Monday morning. Anticipation gnawed at the backs of her shoulders as she thought to herself, again and again, that she was truly alone.
She wiggled about, clenching her toes tightly, knowing full well as she did so that her shoe would hang further from her. Cool air spilled over her skin and between her toes and she saw a flicker of wrath in his eyes as the shoe dangled further and further. She almost smirked at the thought that the taunt had paid off. At last he stopped moving, his eyes gazing over the pointed toes of her shoes. His look drilled through her, preparing her for what he intended to sow within her. In a quick snap he flew forward, his fangs piercing the heels of her shoes and ripping them from her, exposing her sensitive and helpless flesh. He spit the shoes against the floor and though she knew they cracked and clattered against the floor she didn't hear them over the sound of her own crazed laughter.
The touch was quick and fierce, raking against her the moment she felt her shoes whisked away. For the first millisecond she bathed in his hot, agonizing breath. The brief sense of his soul rolling against her seemed to last forever, splashing against her, cascading up her soles and between her toes as she recoiled at the sudden heat. Then his tongue came, wild and unruly, ready to conquer her. She shook her heels as it pressed into her, sucking in rapid breaths as she attempted to contain herself under the guise that hiding her true emotions would save her. The dampness surprised her, soothing her, but as he rolled his endless tongue upward the shrill spikes grated away at her, scrubbing at her while he bathed her in his saliva. Cocking her head to the side, she inhaled rapidly as she kicked her toes back while his shuddering weapon quivered upward.
At last the silver saliva began needling her and she felt the wicked vines from earlier manifest against her. Clenching her eyes tightly, she heaved into his hand, "Oh no," then stiffened before calling out, "Nonono." Her breathing grew vapid, its pitch rising and falling rapidly. "Nonono," she called out again as she shook her shoulders, her voice lilting lightly into giggles she attempted to disguise from herself. Flitting her eyes towards him, she felt them wrench into place, unable to look away. She swayed her hip against the table, bucking in place as the ends of her lips curved upward. Then his tongue drifted from her heel to the entry points of her arches and her hands flew to the end of the table as she held on for dear life while she felt her body spew out the emotions she so desperately hid away.
All around her she felt the air sizzle with electricity as she stared into the depths of his hungry eyes while he lapped up her soles. Her jaw fell open and she screamed freely as she froze in place before his commanding gaze while the lightning around her snapped and crackled. More than anything she felt love as he tortured her, the bristle-like qualities of his tongue scraping away at her sanity as she focused more and more on the heat building within her. Honing her thoughts, she devoted herself to laughing, to suffering, and she felt the floodgates of her mind tear open, forcing her skin to bristle with new-found sensitivity while goosebumps blistered up the back of her neck. As she drifted further into that piercing vacuum she found herself focusing on his needs, on his dedication to torturing her and her need to fulfill him.
It tickled maddeningly, more than anything she ever thought could. The roughness of his tongue combing through her, combined with the sinister concoction seeping deep into her flesh, then activated again and again by the bristles of his singular weapon. At the same time it was warm and soothing, setting her at peace even while hot flames consumed her. Her backside buzzed and itched and her shoulders trembled while her thighs radiated like a furnace. A wash of fear, love, agony, dread and excitement poured over her, her skin pulsating with goosebumps as she watched him assault her defenseless feet.
Unable to fend off the raw emotions, she exposed herself to him as she bundled herself together, her hands launching to her cheeks as she howled with unbridled laughter. An oozing sense of fear filled her at the thought that he truly might never stop, that he might break her into complete submissiveness and beyond, and alongside that fear came an adamant resolution to proceed onward. His rough tongue hewed away at her arch, cresting towards her wiggling toes and she counted the milliseconds to her defeat as he crawled ever upward.
The instant his tongue pressed into the bottoms of her toes she trembled wildly, shaking the table beneath her, and in that same instant his tongue snapped upward like a blade, that weapon slicing into her so rapidly. For that elongated second she gasped, and as he flicked the tip of his wild tongue against both of her big toes she let out a scream that caused her blood to curdle within her veins. As though stitching an insignia into the base of her toes, he expertly weaved the tip of his tongue up them, calling the lightning that crackled around her to strike at her all at once. "STOP!" she cried out, and the ends of his lips curled as he tucked his tongue behind his sharp teeth before clamping them together.
For long, agonizing seconds she huffed in bouts of shaky air, feeling the wind in her throat hiss and warble as she fought off a sniffling sob. He was going to truly torture her, she thought as she began to wiggle her ankles in his grasp. Without flinching, he stared into her, his stony gaze affirming the thoughts that crossed her mind as though he had acquired psyching abilities with his transformation. As she waggled her toes, she felt his silver saliva ooze down the centers of her feet, staining her soles with forbidden light. A spark like sensation buzzed against her, and she felt a fiery blaze against her soles as they began to itch like star-fire.
She watched his grip against her tighten as a sense of night colored dread filled her. Clenching her teeth, she began to wiggle her toes wildly in an attempt to dispel the awful sensation, but instead she felt the burning radiate out, puncturing deep into her bones, crawling up her legs and into her backside. As she squirmed back and forth in her chair, she knit her eyelids shut and sucked in her lips, taking in a heavy breath of cool air before locking it into her abdomen as she struggled. For several seconds she twisted her feet back and forth, feeling the wrinkles ripple down her skin as she pointed her toes then stretched them backwards seeking relief from the blaze. A cruel thought formed within her, one that came far too rapidly as though planted there ages before. Her arms shook, and through her closed eyelids she felt his golden eyes barrel through her, pinching at her soul as the only answer grew more bright by the second, banishing the darkness of herself as she basked in the radiance of his solution.
Tightening her lips, she fended off the words, knowing that there would be no return, and yet as she thrust them into the jail cell and smashed the key, she knew she would give in, that she would release them of her own will, because more than anything that was what she wanted. She wanted to be forced to say it, compelled to beg and plead for what she knew she needed, for what he needed. The fire that tore against her feet spiraled out of control, burning her face a bright red as sweat popped on her forehead and dripped down the side of her nose. Her lips parted and she began panting as she thought about how easy it would be to surrender, yet she fought the urge.
Time seemed to slow around her and she knew that the next action would shatter her; she heard him inhale, then felt her heart shake as the sharp puff of an exhale crashed around her. A half second later, the hot wind of his breath spilled around her toes. She trembled and quaked, punching her lips together as she shivered wildly, clenching her toes before the flames that engulfed her soles. The bright red flames of her imagination turned a wintry blue, and she felt ice collect in her veins. Her eyes bolted open and she dove into his golden eyes, her cheeks expelling a puff of air that parted her lips as she breathlessly called out, "Tickle me."
Great pools of water formed at her eyes and a hefty weight lifted from her as she felt her consciousness fade away, melting into a puddle and merging into his. Her hips twitched back and forth as his hair stood on end, wavering, and her breathing synchronized with his. The silver saliva dripped down his fangs and his jaw cracked open while she gulped, the tips of her toes wiggling ever so much as the agonizing flames seared her soles. He would free her of that agony, of the burning itch and of the emptiness of life she thought as she winced and writhed. Then in a flash of a heart beat he bounded towards her, eager to meet her request.
Unlike before he lapped up her skin several times in a brief second, too fast for her body to register what was happening. Still she shirked back, bracing herself and preparing her body to scream as his tongue pressed hotly into her, the rough papillae scraping at her like sandpaper. All at once the air crackled, the lightning striking her from every side as she shrieked wildly, flailing about on the table. Instead of alleviation, the wild scraping sent the itch burrowing further into her, sending the buzzing sensations into the very marrow of her being. As though he licked at a wiggling nerve ending in the center of her body, she felt the sensations pulse through her, up her legs and into her arms, into the tips of her fingers and the edges of her ears. A ball of fire rolled within the lower ends of her stomach, and miniature suns seemed to blaze at the tips of her breasts while the great heat washed over her like a sauna.
At the same time, the bottoms of her feet felt cool and soothed, reassured by their punishment. Closing her eyes tightly, she pelted him with her laughter as she struggled to contain herself from spilling outward, thick tears spraying through her mascara, blotting her face with strands of ink so that it appeared she wore a ritualistic tattoo representing the agony she bore. She slapped her hands upward, laying them over top of his hand and gripping tightly into his fur, a wealth of warmth flooding her as his thumb lovingly squeezed back. She felt her muffled cries swelter in the fires of his desire as she rocked back and forth, shrieking wildly.
Even with her eyes closed, she could see his gaze boring through her eyelids and she felt them on her feet. She felt the lust he poured over them, of how much he absolutely needed to take of her as his tongue masqueraded like a friend, slithering up her deliriously open and helpless skin. The rhythm and pace never changed, his attack relentless against the feet he made so helpless. Though they floundered about on the table, pointing and twitching, his wide tongue pressed into her at all angles, consuming her.
After just seconds of the torture she already felt dizzy and faint, the room spinning around her while the monster laid into her, the needles of his saliva piercing deeper and deeper into her. The humming buzz that resonated against her soles grew and spread, oozing between her toes as she sat, trembling, laughing. Nothing would stop the beast, she knew, and a rabid fear hissed within her at the thought that she fully welcomed this, that she only wanted to serve him and his need, that he would allow him to feast upon her for as long as necessary. She felt the fabric of her mind splinter apart, knowing that even if her pleading would work, she could never build up the willpower to request it. That deep desire to be shattered throbbed within her and she felt herself melt away as the slobbering monster delighted in her throes.
In a few seconds, she thought, it will have been a full minute, and yet the suffering she endured was enough to last hours. Fatigue seeped through her as she limply fell to her side, a slave to her feet, obeying their orders. Her knees buckled and she felt her ankles grow heavy, unable to continue resisting her comrade as he spread glorious cheer into her. Drifting backward, her legs seemed to extend for miles as her eyes spun about, unable to focus, but fall away as she might the sensations only grew more real, chaining her to the world.
The silver saliva that oozed between her toes and onto the tops of her feet chirped merrily. On the spots of flesh that had been graced, she became more aware of the air around her. She felt the edges of her smiles curve further inward as she came to realize the effects of the bile he now freely excreted. For each touch he bore into her, she would grow more and more ticklish. No, perhaps the buzzing would never cease; perhaps she would be damned forever to live through these sensations. Reaching out across the table, she wiggled back and forth, her torso bending as her laughter sputtered to sharp grunts.
Inside of her she felt the winds of his bellows pouring against her, demanding her to laugh and suffer while the fires overtook her. A permanent smile remained fixed to her gaping face, and her cheeks burned as her fingers wiggled weakly. For a few seconds she squirmed back and forth, then thrust forward suddenly with a convulsion. Another convulsion took her and she spun onto her stomach, pressing the side of her face into the table as she wrapped her arms over her stomach, the blissful light growing painful. A wall of air formed in front of her, preventing her from breathing while a great need for fresh air rained over top of her. Still he maintained his pace, the hundreds of bumps scraping away at her sensitive flesh, her feet unable to escape his grasp.
Shivering wildly, she rolled back and forth on her side as she felt darkness gripping into her outer edges. An evil feeling welled within her at the thought of being blotted out with the darkness, of being torn asunder by her own laughter, yet she stood steadfast, her pulsing desire glowing brighter with each passing second. She needed to serve him, to suffer for him. As she faded further into the table, the world growing dim around her, she saw him ripping her apart, tearing the stuffing out of her and refilling her with his bristly desires. The last thing she was clearly conscious of, before falling into the blazing bonfire, was of her duty to give herself fully to him.
But then he tore her back into the world of the waking, yanking her straight from the maws of the dreamworld, his great lust washing over her, overpowering her body. Her whole body quaked and she shrieked with unabashed glee as his tongue lapped up her feet, over and over, begging with her, pleading with her to stay, to indulge his never ending need of her suffering and laughter. Drawing her hands to her face once more, she railed back and forth, bucking against the table as she squeezed her muscles tightly, wringing from herself every ounce of mirth she could muster before inhaling and screaming all over again. Again and again the singular thought of "he needs me" stamped into her mind, and through her wincing eyes she glanced at the clock, horror setting in as the minute hand landed directly on 3 minutes after.
For a second she froze, growing stiff as the feeble endurance that remained melted away from her. Three minutes. The second hand waggled back and forth indecisively as he licked up her a hundred more times, her body convulsing, screaming, crying and laughing wildly a thousand times for each lick. Her mind focused on the words that scrawled and scratched in her consciousness: nobody knew she was here, nobody would look for her, and it would be at least two days before another soul entered the building. Thrashing her backside into the table, she buckled her arms over her torso as she laughed out loud with delight with the understanding that she might endure this euphoria for so long.
As she lay there, her breath loud and thin, she felt her lungs wrench sobs from her. Tears streamed down her face as her body pulsed with an unholy light, filling her with its luminescence and forcing her to shine like a gemstone. Sucking her lips in, she shivered wildly on the table, sucking in shaky bouts of air as she moaned like a mast unable to bear the winds of a storm. Everything around her paled before the sensations that rained upon her feet and she felt her eyelids flutter as she endured the terrible torture.
For long minutes black veins ran through the pleasure, choking at it while the light throbbed within her, burning at her soul. She felt her soles burning red, aching under the burden of stress he painted into them, yet with each touch it tingled and tickled more and more, overpowering her sense of self. The pulsing pleasure blazed through her, unable to find a means to escape and so grew horrible and hot. Clamping her eyes shut, she stretched across the table, reaching outward as her jaw extended and she emitted a strained grunt. Still he bathed her feet, licking at them endlessly as they immediately replenished their magnetic attraction, luring him to push her further and further towards insanity.
Time froze. Her eyes landed upon the clock, watching the second hand waggle back and forth in place even while her partner continued to run his tongue up her soles. Her eyes quivered and quaked as a golden light of euphoria flooded through her, seeping through her cracks. The radiance seared at her, burning her alive and still she watched the clock tremble, unable to move forward. “Mmm-mmmph!”she called out at the top of her lungs as she attempted to scream no more. The second hand clicked forward once, then stopped again and he continued onward.
She began huffing in delirious amounts of air before squirming back and forth on the table as she began shrieking at the top of her lungs. “Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” Desperation filled her as her voice refused to form the words stop, please stop. “Mm-mmph, mmmmph!!!” she screamed, her words failing her. Still his tongue rampaged across her flesh, drawing from her everything she could offer. The second hand split ahead again and she felt her heart explode with pure love as she writhed on the table, unable to escape his grasp.
The world spun around her as she croaked and spluttered, her body sagging into the table like a leaf on a puddle. Though her feet continued their twitching dance and her toes waggled in protest, they did so only out of muscle memory, with the knowledge it was their duty to resist. The wild sensations long ago flooded them entirely, overloading them. She could feel his hot saliva dripping down her soles freely, leaving its incessant buzzing as it spilled into a puddle on the table beneath her ankles. With each wiggle of her toes, she felt the slime he poured over her press into her further, casting the infinite wildfire further into her, branding the core of her awareness until darkness took her.
For what felt like an eternity she sifted through a world of dreams, the tickling sensations that plagued her more powerful than the world would allow. She cried and bucked and screamed, forever barefoot as she endured lifetimes of tickle torture for crimes she both did and did not commit. Here, she was a peasant, caught stealing bread from a stall whose owner persuaded the peace keepers to lock her in the stocks, where he then stole her shoes and allowed the entire town to rob her of her laughter. For nights she endured, laughing and screaming at the clouds and the stars, only to be released and forever marked as that woman, the woman whose shoes you could steal and force her to commit to anything simply by touching her feet.
Elsewhere she lived as an teacher's assistant, helping her with her studies and research. For long nights she would tie her up and experiment on her willing soles, her toes tied back and unable to fend off the attacks. The strikes were diligent, fully noted, and so were all of the stories of her sensitivities. Eventually that notebook was made public, her ticklishness exposed to the world so that her fellow students took turns holding her down, poking and prodding as they studied her, attempting to discover their own fresh methods and unique research. Before long she began touring the world, her feet on display for hundreds as they were punished for their beauty and for their assistance in the expansion and understanding of tickling research while hundreds of onlookers took their own meticulous notes, outlining and preparing their own experiments for her.
She awoke laughing, screaming and entirely alone, the door ripped off its hinges and lying on the floor. The sensations in her soles prickled maddeningly, haunting her as though he were still there. As she drew her knees upward, hugging them into her chest, she saw the edges of her toes and soles painted a deathly silver. Wiggling them, she felt the burning itch grow tremendous and terrible, inciting her to remain still. Tears welled within her eyes as she glanced over the table towards the corner where her shoes had been only to find an empty space. With a quick glance at the clock she saw the morning sun glint off of the arrow hands and behind her she heard the slam of a car door. Blinking through the darkness, she saw several figures in dark suits moving towards the building before she collapsed back onto the table. Hugging her knees tighter, she braced herself for the day to come.
The absence of sound drug on, digging into her as the pointed heels of her black pumps clacked against the linoleum. As she crossed the clean white room, passing a small table holding a magnifying glass, she steadfastly secured her sun-fire colored hair into a ponytail behind her, freeing her neck to feel the compressed air of the “love” lab. Within moments she stood before the glass cabinet with shelves lined by rows of thin glass vials filled with various, gem-like colors. Allowing her eyes to slyly glance at the clock then dart towards the window, she spied the vacant parking lot just as the last employee's rickety car turned and vanished behind the trees. Pressing her tongue between her lips she cracked open the door to the chemicals.
A nervous giddiness clung to the backs of her shoulders as she reached in, withdrawing a vial holding a virulent salmon fluid before tucking it between her ring and middle fingers. Plucking another of deep violet, she pinched her fingers around it then withdrew a final, crimson that spewed out a hideous puff of smoke as she touched it. A sinister smile wrapped around her cheeks as she tapped the door with her hip, swinging it to shut as she snuck towards her work bench.
Rushing her elbow against the table, she knocked around her deliriously scrawled notes before setting the vials into a little plastic case cut for the purpose. For a moment she sat, curling her toes within her shoes while inhaling deeply the musty scent of the pheromones that she had borrowed. Thoughts drifted through her mind and while her lower abdomen boiled she fell through a dark chasm of her consciousness as she silently cursed him for never noticing.
She thought on their second date, how she had innocently set her feet in his lap as though casting a fishing line. For a grueling amount of time he didn't even acknowledge their invasion; she squirmed helplessly, wiggling her feet enough that her shoes slipped off. Even after wiggling her toes in her shoe so that her bare heel slipped out he never looked. At last she let her shoes clatter away, leaving her bare soles defenseless before him while she whispered 'oops.' After some time she began to rub his thighs, then finally she asked for a massage. As soon as he touched her she squealed that she was ticklish but even though she didn't pull away or squirm, he simply withdrew his hands.
The vials fumed with the malice of the night before, their smoke wafting towards the poster of the human brain on the wall, the thick markings of arrows and chemical signatures marring the clean white borders. She chuckled as she glanced at it, then thought of the concoctions she had let slowly stew in the shelf for the past few months. As she plucked the violet liquid she let a giddy giggle squeak through her lips as she imagined herself barefoot before him after slipping her creation in his drink. Her lips spread apart as she poured the fluid into one of her flasks, thinking that she might even regret provoking his brain chemistry in such a way.
As the liquids hissed into the flask, she set down the first vial and lifted the salmon, watching it reflect the world around her into a globe. Her crystal blue eyes blinked back at her, their wicked determination surprising her enough to gasp. Wiggling her hips, she curled her toes within her shoes as she thought upon what he might do to her after he was awakened. The fluids fell from the vial, screeching as they met one another, the salmon colors dripping through the outsides of the purple, merging and melting into them like smoke. Carefully she set down the empty vial, then without restraint lifted the crimson fluid and dumped it in.
At once sparks seemed to fly over the bottle as it hissed and moaned like a living swamp, the colors draining away into a black before flashing into a moonlight color. The smoke ceased and the liquid became quiet and milky. She pinched the bottle and the fluids trembled in tune with her heart beat. Lifting it, she nearly cackled, her feet burning in their shoes as she considered how best to have him consume the concoction.
A buzzing resounded from across the room and she snapped her head in time to see her phone light up. As she spun her hand, she tilted the flask, kicking up several drops that zipped into the air, humming as they whizzed upward. Slapping the bottle within her hands, she sniffed and gasped as the drippings fluttered downward. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of bright light spin into the building then snuff out as she felt a soft dampness press into the side of her arch.
The sensation oozed down the underside of her foot and wrapped around a wrinkle of her sole. A second passed, and she felt her heart quake as she quickly tapped the glass vial against the table. Her arch chirped lightly, then began to buzz wildly. For a moment her arm trembled, the glass tinking against the table as she shifted her hips and tightly clenched her toes in her shoe while the sensations grew rampant. Within moments it felt as though a hundred vines overlaid one another in that single spot, the tentacles writhing about, biting into her like fangs. Her teeth clattered and she pressed her elbows onto the table, hunching over them as she wiggled her foot against the ground in an attempt to squirm the sensations out of existence.
She exhaled deeply, then took in a shaky breath which slowly contorted into light laughter before cackling screams. Snapping together, she bolted upright then thrust her arms over her sides to contain herself as she threw her head the ceiling, laughing like a wicked witch bent on striking the feet of her victims with malice and contempt. Biting down, she compressed her laughter into strained wheezes as she pinched the ends of her eyes together. Delirious euphoria nipped at her heart, and as her vision seared into the ceiling before rappelling into her imagination, she considered what it would be like to dip her toes into this concoction. A snicker rumbled through her as the heavy metal door on the floor beneath her slammed shut, and the ends of her lips rolled upward at the thought of subjecting herself – or better yet an unsuspecting victim – to the terror of her creation.
As her thoughts solidified around an image of her bound, helpless feet stained silver by the fluid, the scratching sensation rippled against her and she gasped, laughing anew. Stuffing her laughter into herself, she pressed a squeal into her throat, then yipped out in surprise as one of the many wet, vine like sensations cruelly seeped down the center of her foot and around the outer edge of her heel. Huddling over herself, she let out windy, girlish giggles as she thought of the subjugation she might be put under when her partner saw her like this.
Behind her she heard the door click as his sinewy voice called out, "What's so funny?" Like a naughty student reprimanded for breaking the rules she snapped together, standing straight and spreading her shoulders out as she wrangled her lips into a straight line, her breath freezing with a heavy inhale. With a single step to her left she slowly twisted to face him, the sensations crawling down her foot like a brigade of ants as she stymied her frenzied smile into a warm one. Tilting her head, she closed her eyes and let the tickling form a summery smile on her lips as she beat it aside.
As quickly as they appeared the sensations fizzled to nothingness. Huffing in air, she trembled as she straightened before nervously flitting with the buttons of her long white ab coat. With a step forward, he cocked his head upward, his eyes spinning towards her as he gracefully glided across the room. Standing in front of her, he swiped his hand to his ear, batting a strand of his medium length hair away from his eye as he smiled. Slowly crossing his arms, he raised his chin and looked down his nose over top of her, his eyes glancing to the table behind her then back at her.
The muscles in her cheeks quivered and she stepped back, bumping the table. She heard the glass rumble and she spun about, her eyes locking on the vial as it danced about. Just as she inhaled, she saw his arm reach for it, his fingers fumbling at the neck, twisting it away from him. It wobbled, then hoisted about so that the neck faced him. Cupping his hands, he swatted at it once or twice as it writhed about, eluding his grasp while she reached for it. Her hand slipped on the smooth glass and it fell between his hands, the silver liquid splattering over him.
Wrath like lightning laced across his eyes momentarily as he cranked his curved hands like gears, jolts and spasms rocking through him. His lip twitched and he took in a ragged breath before groaning in pain, gritting his teeth as he buckled towards the table. Dashing his hands to his forehead, a look of agony plagued him while moonlight swirled through the window, sparkling against his stained hands. Just as she raised a twitching hand towards him he reeled back, spreading his arms apart and howling. Stepping back, she brought her hand above her breasts as he contorted, his muscles bulging and air bursting through his skin. Sharp fangs crawled through his lips and his face stretched forward, snarling into a wolf's snout. Hungry yellow eyes spun towards her and in a flash he bounded towards her.
Before she could shriek he was on her, his massive hand wrapping around her torso and thrashing her to the table like a rag doll. She felt her right heel slip away slightly, dangling from her toes as she thumped and bounced against the table. As she cascaded downward, her arms flew upward and her eyes went wide, a wash of wonderful terror rinsing over her, for as she looked in his eyes she felt a sense of tenderness beneath the overwhelming starvation. Her heart thumped in her chest, and in the span of a second she felt her thoughts fly through her as she sensed his need mirroring her own. Still, she opened her mouth to scream and she began to kick back, but in that instant where she landed upon the table he was on her.
A furry hand gripped around her mouth, the long nail of his thumb brushing against her neck as he held her jaw tightly shut. At the same time the fingers of his other hand clamped around her ankles, his fingers cutting right through the table. Letting out a muffled scream, she shirked against the table, his golden eyes burrowing through her and his long tongue rolling out of his mouth, moonlight colored saliva spilling from it and sizzling against the table. Her eyes grew wider still and she brought her hands down over his, her fingers weakly prying against his, but she could not summon the will to truly fight back as she stared into his eyes. Just from that look she felt his tongue crawling against every part of her flesh, tasting her, devouring her.
Heat ushered through her as she squirmed on the table, pointing her toes as she tugged with her ankles. Her right heel drifted away, revealing her naked arch and she gasped as dread filled her with the knowledge of what she had done. A smile whipped across his face and his head slowly knelt down towards her feet. Her heart raced in her chest as his eyes locked into her, his gaze pulling her apart, undressing her as he slowly sifted ever downward. Flailing, she tugged at his arm harder. She wanted this, she needed it, but she needed to fight him too, and she saw all the same feelings in his eyes as they refused to waver.
Everything that had transpired that day seemed to rush through her at once. She saw herself driving around the block and turning off the engine, staring at her phone in the dying light as she counted the minutes. She felt the cool fall air as she exited her vehicle and walked back down the road, leaves crunching beneath her, and she felt her key turn in the lock of the side door. Shivering, she felt the thoughts pounding in her: nobody knew she was here. Nobody would look for her, and at best nobody would find her until Monday morning. Anticipation gnawed at the backs of her shoulders as she thought to herself, again and again, that she was truly alone.
She wiggled about, clenching her toes tightly, knowing full well as she did so that her shoe would hang further from her. Cool air spilled over her skin and between her toes and she saw a flicker of wrath in his eyes as the shoe dangled further and further. She almost smirked at the thought that the taunt had paid off. At last he stopped moving, his eyes gazing over the pointed toes of her shoes. His look drilled through her, preparing her for what he intended to sow within her. In a quick snap he flew forward, his fangs piercing the heels of her shoes and ripping them from her, exposing her sensitive and helpless flesh. He spit the shoes against the floor and though she knew they cracked and clattered against the floor she didn't hear them over the sound of her own crazed laughter.
The touch was quick and fierce, raking against her the moment she felt her shoes whisked away. For the first millisecond she bathed in his hot, agonizing breath. The brief sense of his soul rolling against her seemed to last forever, splashing against her, cascading up her soles and between her toes as she recoiled at the sudden heat. Then his tongue came, wild and unruly, ready to conquer her. She shook her heels as it pressed into her, sucking in rapid breaths as she attempted to contain herself under the guise that hiding her true emotions would save her. The dampness surprised her, soothing her, but as he rolled his endless tongue upward the shrill spikes grated away at her, scrubbing at her while he bathed her in his saliva. Cocking her head to the side, she inhaled rapidly as she kicked her toes back while his shuddering weapon quivered upward.
At last the silver saliva began needling her and she felt the wicked vines from earlier manifest against her. Clenching her eyes tightly, she heaved into his hand, "Oh no," then stiffened before calling out, "Nonono." Her breathing grew vapid, its pitch rising and falling rapidly. "Nonono," she called out again as she shook her shoulders, her voice lilting lightly into giggles she attempted to disguise from herself. Flitting her eyes towards him, she felt them wrench into place, unable to look away. She swayed her hip against the table, bucking in place as the ends of her lips curved upward. Then his tongue drifted from her heel to the entry points of her arches and her hands flew to the end of the table as she held on for dear life while she felt her body spew out the emotions she so desperately hid away.
All around her she felt the air sizzle with electricity as she stared into the depths of his hungry eyes while he lapped up her soles. Her jaw fell open and she screamed freely as she froze in place before his commanding gaze while the lightning around her snapped and crackled. More than anything she felt love as he tortured her, the bristle-like qualities of his tongue scraping away at her sanity as she focused more and more on the heat building within her. Honing her thoughts, she devoted herself to laughing, to suffering, and she felt the floodgates of her mind tear open, forcing her skin to bristle with new-found sensitivity while goosebumps blistered up the back of her neck. As she drifted further into that piercing vacuum she found herself focusing on his needs, on his dedication to torturing her and her need to fulfill him.
It tickled maddeningly, more than anything she ever thought could. The roughness of his tongue combing through her, combined with the sinister concoction seeping deep into her flesh, then activated again and again by the bristles of his singular weapon. At the same time it was warm and soothing, setting her at peace even while hot flames consumed her. Her backside buzzed and itched and her shoulders trembled while her thighs radiated like a furnace. A wash of fear, love, agony, dread and excitement poured over her, her skin pulsating with goosebumps as she watched him assault her defenseless feet.
Unable to fend off the raw emotions, she exposed herself to him as she bundled herself together, her hands launching to her cheeks as she howled with unbridled laughter. An oozing sense of fear filled her at the thought that he truly might never stop, that he might break her into complete submissiveness and beyond, and alongside that fear came an adamant resolution to proceed onward. His rough tongue hewed away at her arch, cresting towards her wiggling toes and she counted the milliseconds to her defeat as he crawled ever upward.
The instant his tongue pressed into the bottoms of her toes she trembled wildly, shaking the table beneath her, and in that same instant his tongue snapped upward like a blade, that weapon slicing into her so rapidly. For that elongated second she gasped, and as he flicked the tip of his wild tongue against both of her big toes she let out a scream that caused her blood to curdle within her veins. As though stitching an insignia into the base of her toes, he expertly weaved the tip of his tongue up them, calling the lightning that crackled around her to strike at her all at once. "STOP!" she cried out, and the ends of his lips curled as he tucked his tongue behind his sharp teeth before clamping them together.
For long, agonizing seconds she huffed in bouts of shaky air, feeling the wind in her throat hiss and warble as she fought off a sniffling sob. He was going to truly torture her, she thought as she began to wiggle her ankles in his grasp. Without flinching, he stared into her, his stony gaze affirming the thoughts that crossed her mind as though he had acquired psyching abilities with his transformation. As she waggled her toes, she felt his silver saliva ooze down the centers of her feet, staining her soles with forbidden light. A spark like sensation buzzed against her, and she felt a fiery blaze against her soles as they began to itch like star-fire.
She watched his grip against her tighten as a sense of night colored dread filled her. Clenching her teeth, she began to wiggle her toes wildly in an attempt to dispel the awful sensation, but instead she felt the burning radiate out, puncturing deep into her bones, crawling up her legs and into her backside. As she squirmed back and forth in her chair, she knit her eyelids shut and sucked in her lips, taking in a heavy breath of cool air before locking it into her abdomen as she struggled. For several seconds she twisted her feet back and forth, feeling the wrinkles ripple down her skin as she pointed her toes then stretched them backwards seeking relief from the blaze. A cruel thought formed within her, one that came far too rapidly as though planted there ages before. Her arms shook, and through her closed eyelids she felt his golden eyes barrel through her, pinching at her soul as the only answer grew more bright by the second, banishing the darkness of herself as she basked in the radiance of his solution.
Tightening her lips, she fended off the words, knowing that there would be no return, and yet as she thrust them into the jail cell and smashed the key, she knew she would give in, that she would release them of her own will, because more than anything that was what she wanted. She wanted to be forced to say it, compelled to beg and plead for what she knew she needed, for what he needed. The fire that tore against her feet spiraled out of control, burning her face a bright red as sweat popped on her forehead and dripped down the side of her nose. Her lips parted and she began panting as she thought about how easy it would be to surrender, yet she fought the urge.
Time seemed to slow around her and she knew that the next action would shatter her; she heard him inhale, then felt her heart shake as the sharp puff of an exhale crashed around her. A half second later, the hot wind of his breath spilled around her toes. She trembled and quaked, punching her lips together as she shivered wildly, clenching her toes before the flames that engulfed her soles. The bright red flames of her imagination turned a wintry blue, and she felt ice collect in her veins. Her eyes bolted open and she dove into his golden eyes, her cheeks expelling a puff of air that parted her lips as she breathlessly called out, "Tickle me."
Great pools of water formed at her eyes and a hefty weight lifted from her as she felt her consciousness fade away, melting into a puddle and merging into his. Her hips twitched back and forth as his hair stood on end, wavering, and her breathing synchronized with his. The silver saliva dripped down his fangs and his jaw cracked open while she gulped, the tips of her toes wiggling ever so much as the agonizing flames seared her soles. He would free her of that agony, of the burning itch and of the emptiness of life she thought as she winced and writhed. Then in a flash of a heart beat he bounded towards her, eager to meet her request.
Unlike before he lapped up her skin several times in a brief second, too fast for her body to register what was happening. Still she shirked back, bracing herself and preparing her body to scream as his tongue pressed hotly into her, the rough papillae scraping at her like sandpaper. All at once the air crackled, the lightning striking her from every side as she shrieked wildly, flailing about on the table. Instead of alleviation, the wild scraping sent the itch burrowing further into her, sending the buzzing sensations into the very marrow of her being. As though he licked at a wiggling nerve ending in the center of her body, she felt the sensations pulse through her, up her legs and into her arms, into the tips of her fingers and the edges of her ears. A ball of fire rolled within the lower ends of her stomach, and miniature suns seemed to blaze at the tips of her breasts while the great heat washed over her like a sauna.
At the same time, the bottoms of her feet felt cool and soothed, reassured by their punishment. Closing her eyes tightly, she pelted him with her laughter as she struggled to contain herself from spilling outward, thick tears spraying through her mascara, blotting her face with strands of ink so that it appeared she wore a ritualistic tattoo representing the agony she bore. She slapped her hands upward, laying them over top of his hand and gripping tightly into his fur, a wealth of warmth flooding her as his thumb lovingly squeezed back. She felt her muffled cries swelter in the fires of his desire as she rocked back and forth, shrieking wildly.
Even with her eyes closed, she could see his gaze boring through her eyelids and she felt them on her feet. She felt the lust he poured over them, of how much he absolutely needed to take of her as his tongue masqueraded like a friend, slithering up her deliriously open and helpless skin. The rhythm and pace never changed, his attack relentless against the feet he made so helpless. Though they floundered about on the table, pointing and twitching, his wide tongue pressed into her at all angles, consuming her.
After just seconds of the torture she already felt dizzy and faint, the room spinning around her while the monster laid into her, the needles of his saliva piercing deeper and deeper into her. The humming buzz that resonated against her soles grew and spread, oozing between her toes as she sat, trembling, laughing. Nothing would stop the beast, she knew, and a rabid fear hissed within her at the thought that she fully welcomed this, that she only wanted to serve him and his need, that he would allow him to feast upon her for as long as necessary. She felt the fabric of her mind splinter apart, knowing that even if her pleading would work, she could never build up the willpower to request it. That deep desire to be shattered throbbed within her and she felt herself melt away as the slobbering monster delighted in her throes.
In a few seconds, she thought, it will have been a full minute, and yet the suffering she endured was enough to last hours. Fatigue seeped through her as she limply fell to her side, a slave to her feet, obeying their orders. Her knees buckled and she felt her ankles grow heavy, unable to continue resisting her comrade as he spread glorious cheer into her. Drifting backward, her legs seemed to extend for miles as her eyes spun about, unable to focus, but fall away as she might the sensations only grew more real, chaining her to the world.
The silver saliva that oozed between her toes and onto the tops of her feet chirped merrily. On the spots of flesh that had been graced, she became more aware of the air around her. She felt the edges of her smiles curve further inward as she came to realize the effects of the bile he now freely excreted. For each touch he bore into her, she would grow more and more ticklish. No, perhaps the buzzing would never cease; perhaps she would be damned forever to live through these sensations. Reaching out across the table, she wiggled back and forth, her torso bending as her laughter sputtered to sharp grunts.
Inside of her she felt the winds of his bellows pouring against her, demanding her to laugh and suffer while the fires overtook her. A permanent smile remained fixed to her gaping face, and her cheeks burned as her fingers wiggled weakly. For a few seconds she squirmed back and forth, then thrust forward suddenly with a convulsion. Another convulsion took her and she spun onto her stomach, pressing the side of her face into the table as she wrapped her arms over her stomach, the blissful light growing painful. A wall of air formed in front of her, preventing her from breathing while a great need for fresh air rained over top of her. Still he maintained his pace, the hundreds of bumps scraping away at her sensitive flesh, her feet unable to escape his grasp.
Shivering wildly, she rolled back and forth on her side as she felt darkness gripping into her outer edges. An evil feeling welled within her at the thought of being blotted out with the darkness, of being torn asunder by her own laughter, yet she stood steadfast, her pulsing desire glowing brighter with each passing second. She needed to serve him, to suffer for him. As she faded further into the table, the world growing dim around her, she saw him ripping her apart, tearing the stuffing out of her and refilling her with his bristly desires. The last thing she was clearly conscious of, before falling into the blazing bonfire, was of her duty to give herself fully to him.
But then he tore her back into the world of the waking, yanking her straight from the maws of the dreamworld, his great lust washing over her, overpowering her body. Her whole body quaked and she shrieked with unabashed glee as his tongue lapped up her feet, over and over, begging with her, pleading with her to stay, to indulge his never ending need of her suffering and laughter. Drawing her hands to her face once more, she railed back and forth, bucking against the table as she squeezed her muscles tightly, wringing from herself every ounce of mirth she could muster before inhaling and screaming all over again. Again and again the singular thought of "he needs me" stamped into her mind, and through her wincing eyes she glanced at the clock, horror setting in as the minute hand landed directly on 3 minutes after.
For a second she froze, growing stiff as the feeble endurance that remained melted away from her. Three minutes. The second hand waggled back and forth indecisively as he licked up her a hundred more times, her body convulsing, screaming, crying and laughing wildly a thousand times for each lick. Her mind focused on the words that scrawled and scratched in her consciousness: nobody knew she was here, nobody would look for her, and it would be at least two days before another soul entered the building. Thrashing her backside into the table, she buckled her arms over her torso as she laughed out loud with delight with the understanding that she might endure this euphoria for so long.
As she lay there, her breath loud and thin, she felt her lungs wrench sobs from her. Tears streamed down her face as her body pulsed with an unholy light, filling her with its luminescence and forcing her to shine like a gemstone. Sucking her lips in, she shivered wildly on the table, sucking in shaky bouts of air as she moaned like a mast unable to bear the winds of a storm. Everything around her paled before the sensations that rained upon her feet and she felt her eyelids flutter as she endured the terrible torture.
For long minutes black veins ran through the pleasure, choking at it while the light throbbed within her, burning at her soul. She felt her soles burning red, aching under the burden of stress he painted into them, yet with each touch it tingled and tickled more and more, overpowering her sense of self. The pulsing pleasure blazed through her, unable to find a means to escape and so grew horrible and hot. Clamping her eyes shut, she stretched across the table, reaching outward as her jaw extended and she emitted a strained grunt. Still he bathed her feet, licking at them endlessly as they immediately replenished their magnetic attraction, luring him to push her further and further towards insanity.
Time froze. Her eyes landed upon the clock, watching the second hand waggle back and forth in place even while her partner continued to run his tongue up her soles. Her eyes quivered and quaked as a golden light of euphoria flooded through her, seeping through her cracks. The radiance seared at her, burning her alive and still she watched the clock tremble, unable to move forward. “Mmm-mmmph!”she called out at the top of her lungs as she attempted to scream no more. The second hand clicked forward once, then stopped again and he continued onward.
She began huffing in delirious amounts of air before squirming back and forth on the table as she began shrieking at the top of her lungs. “Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” Desperation filled her as her voice refused to form the words stop, please stop. “Mm-mmph, mmmmph!!!” she screamed, her words failing her. Still his tongue rampaged across her flesh, drawing from her everything she could offer. The second hand split ahead again and she felt her heart explode with pure love as she writhed on the table, unable to escape his grasp.
The world spun around her as she croaked and spluttered, her body sagging into the table like a leaf on a puddle. Though her feet continued their twitching dance and her toes waggled in protest, they did so only out of muscle memory, with the knowledge it was their duty to resist. The wild sensations long ago flooded them entirely, overloading them. She could feel his hot saliva dripping down her soles freely, leaving its incessant buzzing as it spilled into a puddle on the table beneath her ankles. With each wiggle of her toes, she felt the slime he poured over her press into her further, casting the infinite wildfire further into her, branding the core of her awareness until darkness took her.
For what felt like an eternity she sifted through a world of dreams, the tickling sensations that plagued her more powerful than the world would allow. She cried and bucked and screamed, forever barefoot as she endured lifetimes of tickle torture for crimes she both did and did not commit. Here, she was a peasant, caught stealing bread from a stall whose owner persuaded the peace keepers to lock her in the stocks, where he then stole her shoes and allowed the entire town to rob her of her laughter. For nights she endured, laughing and screaming at the clouds and the stars, only to be released and forever marked as that woman, the woman whose shoes you could steal and force her to commit to anything simply by touching her feet.
Elsewhere she lived as an teacher's assistant, helping her with her studies and research. For long nights she would tie her up and experiment on her willing soles, her toes tied back and unable to fend off the attacks. The strikes were diligent, fully noted, and so were all of the stories of her sensitivities. Eventually that notebook was made public, her ticklishness exposed to the world so that her fellow students took turns holding her down, poking and prodding as they studied her, attempting to discover their own fresh methods and unique research. Before long she began touring the world, her feet on display for hundreds as they were punished for their beauty and for their assistance in the expansion and understanding of tickling research while hundreds of onlookers took their own meticulous notes, outlining and preparing their own experiments for her.
She awoke laughing, screaming and entirely alone, the door ripped off its hinges and lying on the floor. The sensations in her soles prickled maddeningly, haunting her as though he were still there. As she drew her knees upward, hugging them into her chest, she saw the edges of her toes and soles painted a deathly silver. Wiggling them, she felt the burning itch grow tremendous and terrible, inciting her to remain still. Tears welled within her eyes as she glanced over the table towards the corner where her shoes had been only to find an empty space. With a quick glance at the clock she saw the morning sun glint off of the arrow hands and behind her she heard the slam of a car door. Blinking through the darkness, she saw several figures in dark suits moving towards the building before she collapsed back onto the table. Hugging her knees tighter, she braced herself for the day to come.
