ticklish_brat
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Link to part 1 - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?312964-Mob-Rules-F-f-tickling-Part-1
Sorry its taken so long to get part 2 up - RL can be a bitch
The teenagers eyes went wide as she watched poor Helens helpless feet twitch and spasm, a single finger nail on each trapped sole moved from the heel slowly, slowly, slowly up Helens instep along the perfect balls of her feet, then up to her toes. Those poor straining toes pulling so hard and so utterly helplessly against*the thin cord holding them.
She bit her lip, she felt the excitement bubble inside of her, she might be only 19 but she had spent years honing her craft in the art of tickle torture. She added a 2nd finger now as was just lightly tickling under Helen's big toes, fingernails barely scraping the now hypersensitive feet.
The muffled screaming laughter filled the room, Helen was a mess, a total and utter mess. Her hips bucked and jerks, her hands curled and uncurled into useless fists. Helen's eyes were wide and manic she wanted this to stop, no she needed this to stop.**
It had only been 10 minutes since this girl had sat down at her feet, but it was the longest 10 minutes of her life, everything seemed to have slowed down, and oh god, how could it tickle this much, how could anything tickle this much.
She thought back to her days with her sister beating her in tickle fights and making her submit, she had no idea it was like this no idea at all. Helen would have told that teenage bitch anything, anything at all for this torture to end.**
She bit down hard on the, saliva in her mouth making the thick sweat trickle down her tongue and throat, god what is going to happen to me.* Her mind was under a total assault and she didn't know what to do, if only that fucking gag wasn't in my mouth I could beg, plead, offer her anything.
Then the tickling stopped, Helen carried on shaking, struggling to understand anything, then all she could do was focus on her clit and that vibrating on it.* Her eyes rolled back into her head and she gasped moaning into the sock gag.*
The teenager licked her lips and smiled, a wide smile, a predators smile as she looked down at the tray of tools at her disposal. Running her fingers over them she tapped two and picked them up. Looking them over she nodded "Oh poor Helen you are so fucked" she giggled again as Helen groaned.* With that she slipped her airpods in flicked her spotify to a random playlist and started listening.**
Helen heard the girl start to hum some tune, at the vaguest corners of her sanity she thought she recognised.* However, that sound was soon overshadowed by a buzzing noise that quickly amplified in volume. She didnt know what this little bitch had in mind for her or what that dumb buzzing was but all thoughts quickly left her mind when something soft, and fuzzy and worst of all vibrating was pressed to her big toes, Helens eyes crunched closed and the laughter started again, that mirthless forced hysterics.
She crossed her legs and smiled, the two sonicare electric toothbrushes span in very small circles around the big toes of these wonderful soles.* She felt her excitement grow, she breathing quickened along with her pulse as the brushes explored.**
God it was a sight to behold, those straining helpless toes pulling in vain at the cords that spread them and held them. She thought she was straining earlier when she had been using her fingernails, under the attack of twin electric toothbrushes her feet tensed and strained like they were getting an electric shock.
Helen's chest ached from laughing, but it was all she could do, laugh and laugh and laugh. Unable to stop the ticklish bombardment on her.* She couldn't fight it, she had never been ticklish in her life and this was a new and traumatic experience for her.**
If only she could move, she blinked tears out her eyes as they started to stream, the crazed laughter making them water.
She watched carefully, to see any change in the movement of twitching of Helens feet, the brushes now slowly moved up and down the toes of Helens feet. Those cute toes twitching and straining. She was practically salivating from inflicting this on a poor and unsuspecting woman.
Her mother was right, they had never used it on someone who wasn't ticklish before, and she was a little apprehensive to start. She had assumed ticklish before, increase that ticklishness would be far far worse than increasing the sensitivity of someone who wasn't ticklish before. She had never factored the newness of the sensation, which clearly was having an affect.**
The brushes had reached her little toes now, and so began the slow process of moving them back along each toe, between then, one at a time back to her big toes.* She was in no rush, she had all the time in the world to let the brushes do their magic on Helen's feet.*
Helen thought, hoped, prayed it would be over when the brushes had reached her little toes, she was wrong, oh god she was so wrong, they went back.* Her eyes were bloodshot now, wide crazed, her chest ached more and more and her pussy, oh jesus christ her pussy she felt like she had wet herself she was so wet, soaked her needy little clit throbbed like she had never ever felt before.
That sexual torment mixing with the tickling, Helen didn't know how much more she could take or if she could indeed take any more of this.* She was lost in a sea of desperation and panic.* She felt like a raw nerve, exposed to the elements and over stimulated to the point of wanting to pass out, but that sweet blackness wouldn't come.
The teenager giggled she was watching these sweet pretty soles twitch, she licked her lips watching and finally after the 5th pass over her her toes with the brushes she stopped, turned the brushes off and placed them down.
Her feet slipped back into her flip-flops and she walked to the top of the bench, taking her headphones off, and looked down at Helen as she looked up, her eyes streaked with tears. She took out the remote to the vibe and turned if off. Helen visibly slumped.
Helen hated the fact she was angry the vibrator had turned off, but she was glad as well, oh so glad. No tickling, no torment, she breathed deep, long desperate breaths. Looking up at the smirking face of the girl who had tortured her.
She took out a cloth and wiped down the face of Helen “Aww you look such a mess.” She smirked delight plastered over her face. “I thought id be nice and turn off that vibrator, we should let you cool down a little, I want your focus to be 100% on what is about to happen to you.” Helen swallowed nervously the look on that bitches face made a cold deep chill down down her spine.
The teen moved over out of sight of Helen, all Helen could do was listen she heard the movements. The teen slipped on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a plain glass jar and unscrewed the top, and with a spring in her step she moved back down to the stocks and the helpless bare feet of Helen.
Slowly she unscrewed the lid and placed it down, with her free hand. She scooped up a large wad of the thick cream and started to apply it liberally to the helpless feet before her. Using her fingers to work it between each toe, making sure there wasn’t any pink skin showing and her soles and toes were utterly coated in the cream.
She walked away and came back dragging a small electric heater placing it a few feet away from the cream coated feet and she walked up to Helens face and in her soft cooing voice tucking some hair from the sweaty face of Helen as she stared upward “So….I have coated your feet in a wonderful cream. It is heat activated and once it starts to heat up, it is going to cause a very mild allergic reaction to any skin it is touching. Lucky for you I have put a heater next to your feet, me and mom are going to watch a movie so that heater is gonna spend a few hours nicely heating up your feet.” She tapped Helens nose and giggled “Don’t worry it wont hurt a bit.” She paused for a moment “Ive been told its like an insect bite, you know when you. Get those and they itch like hell, well its going to be like that on every inch of your feet” she giggled again and booped her nose.
Helen was screaming into her gag as she watched the girl move out of sight, then the lights went out and it cast the room into pitch black. Helen slowly felt the heat, the temperature of her feet raising, she swallowed thick salty sweat dripping onto her tongue. She didn't know how long it had been, Helen was terrorised with what the girl had said before she left. Breathing deep and slow, then she felt a twitch, and another.
Helen groaned deeply it was starting she could feel it, a terrible itch. It didn't hurt, not in the least, it was worse than that, she was right it was like a thousand little insect bites over her feet all with that itch that needed so desperately to be scratched.
When you factored in the extra sensitive skin Helen now had the itch was torture. Helen scratched the palms of her hands just to try feel something. It was an utterly maddening sensation, it. didn’t change, didn't alter but Helen couldn't take it. Tears started to flow down Helens already red cheeks.
How long had it been, fuck fuck fuck please please no more. Helen wanted the vibe to be on, something, anything to take her mind of the torture of the itching she faced, The prickling session over every part of her feet was her whole maddening world.
It was like electricity almost she was shaking now, Helen couldn’t stop herself, her bondage. held her tight, didn’t leave her much room to shake but she shook. She could feel the skin crawl on her feet, oh god why did she have to have feet, stupid fucking feet.
In the dark Helen suffered worse than she ever could have imagined. It felt like she had been there forever, her energy had been utterly sapped, she felt exhausted, drained. Then the lights in the room flashed on, Helen blinked a. Few times and found herself looking up into the eyes of her captor again. The teenager had the widest smile going
“Aww you look a state don’t you” she paused “If you thought it tickled before…..darling you are in for a shock!”
To be Continued.
(Wont be so long next time pinky swear)
Sorry its taken so long to get part 2 up - RL can be a bitch
The teenagers eyes went wide as she watched poor Helens helpless feet twitch and spasm, a single finger nail on each trapped sole moved from the heel slowly, slowly, slowly up Helens instep along the perfect balls of her feet, then up to her toes. Those poor straining toes pulling so hard and so utterly helplessly against*the thin cord holding them.
She bit her lip, she felt the excitement bubble inside of her, she might be only 19 but she had spent years honing her craft in the art of tickle torture. She added a 2nd finger now as was just lightly tickling under Helen's big toes, fingernails barely scraping the now hypersensitive feet.
The muffled screaming laughter filled the room, Helen was a mess, a total and utter mess. Her hips bucked and jerks, her hands curled and uncurled into useless fists. Helen's eyes were wide and manic she wanted this to stop, no she needed this to stop.**
It had only been 10 minutes since this girl had sat down at her feet, but it was the longest 10 minutes of her life, everything seemed to have slowed down, and oh god, how could it tickle this much, how could anything tickle this much.
She thought back to her days with her sister beating her in tickle fights and making her submit, she had no idea it was like this no idea at all. Helen would have told that teenage bitch anything, anything at all for this torture to end.**
She bit down hard on the, saliva in her mouth making the thick sweat trickle down her tongue and throat, god what is going to happen to me.* Her mind was under a total assault and she didn't know what to do, if only that fucking gag wasn't in my mouth I could beg, plead, offer her anything.
Then the tickling stopped, Helen carried on shaking, struggling to understand anything, then all she could do was focus on her clit and that vibrating on it.* Her eyes rolled back into her head and she gasped moaning into the sock gag.*
The teenager licked her lips and smiled, a wide smile, a predators smile as she looked down at the tray of tools at her disposal. Running her fingers over them she tapped two and picked them up. Looking them over she nodded "Oh poor Helen you are so fucked" she giggled again as Helen groaned.* With that she slipped her airpods in flicked her spotify to a random playlist and started listening.**
Helen heard the girl start to hum some tune, at the vaguest corners of her sanity she thought she recognised.* However, that sound was soon overshadowed by a buzzing noise that quickly amplified in volume. She didnt know what this little bitch had in mind for her or what that dumb buzzing was but all thoughts quickly left her mind when something soft, and fuzzy and worst of all vibrating was pressed to her big toes, Helens eyes crunched closed and the laughter started again, that mirthless forced hysterics.
She crossed her legs and smiled, the two sonicare electric toothbrushes span in very small circles around the big toes of these wonderful soles.* She felt her excitement grow, she breathing quickened along with her pulse as the brushes explored.**
God it was a sight to behold, those straining helpless toes pulling in vain at the cords that spread them and held them. She thought she was straining earlier when she had been using her fingernails, under the attack of twin electric toothbrushes her feet tensed and strained like they were getting an electric shock.
Helen's chest ached from laughing, but it was all she could do, laugh and laugh and laugh. Unable to stop the ticklish bombardment on her.* She couldn't fight it, she had never been ticklish in her life and this was a new and traumatic experience for her.**
If only she could move, she blinked tears out her eyes as they started to stream, the crazed laughter making them water.
She watched carefully, to see any change in the movement of twitching of Helens feet, the brushes now slowly moved up and down the toes of Helens feet. Those cute toes twitching and straining. She was practically salivating from inflicting this on a poor and unsuspecting woman.
Her mother was right, they had never used it on someone who wasn't ticklish before, and she was a little apprehensive to start. She had assumed ticklish before, increase that ticklishness would be far far worse than increasing the sensitivity of someone who wasn't ticklish before. She had never factored the newness of the sensation, which clearly was having an affect.**
The brushes had reached her little toes now, and so began the slow process of moving them back along each toe, between then, one at a time back to her big toes.* She was in no rush, she had all the time in the world to let the brushes do their magic on Helen's feet.*
Helen thought, hoped, prayed it would be over when the brushes had reached her little toes, she was wrong, oh god she was so wrong, they went back.* Her eyes were bloodshot now, wide crazed, her chest ached more and more and her pussy, oh jesus christ her pussy she felt like she had wet herself she was so wet, soaked her needy little clit throbbed like she had never ever felt before.
That sexual torment mixing with the tickling, Helen didn't know how much more she could take or if she could indeed take any more of this.* She was lost in a sea of desperation and panic.* She felt like a raw nerve, exposed to the elements and over stimulated to the point of wanting to pass out, but that sweet blackness wouldn't come.
The teenager giggled she was watching these sweet pretty soles twitch, she licked her lips watching and finally after the 5th pass over her her toes with the brushes she stopped, turned the brushes off and placed them down.
Her feet slipped back into her flip-flops and she walked to the top of the bench, taking her headphones off, and looked down at Helen as she looked up, her eyes streaked with tears. She took out the remote to the vibe and turned if off. Helen visibly slumped.
Helen hated the fact she was angry the vibrator had turned off, but she was glad as well, oh so glad. No tickling, no torment, she breathed deep, long desperate breaths. Looking up at the smirking face of the girl who had tortured her.
She took out a cloth and wiped down the face of Helen “Aww you look such a mess.” She smirked delight plastered over her face. “I thought id be nice and turn off that vibrator, we should let you cool down a little, I want your focus to be 100% on what is about to happen to you.” Helen swallowed nervously the look on that bitches face made a cold deep chill down down her spine.
The teen moved over out of sight of Helen, all Helen could do was listen she heard the movements. The teen slipped on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a plain glass jar and unscrewed the top, and with a spring in her step she moved back down to the stocks and the helpless bare feet of Helen.
Slowly she unscrewed the lid and placed it down, with her free hand. She scooped up a large wad of the thick cream and started to apply it liberally to the helpless feet before her. Using her fingers to work it between each toe, making sure there wasn’t any pink skin showing and her soles and toes were utterly coated in the cream.
She walked away and came back dragging a small electric heater placing it a few feet away from the cream coated feet and she walked up to Helens face and in her soft cooing voice tucking some hair from the sweaty face of Helen as she stared upward “So….I have coated your feet in a wonderful cream. It is heat activated and once it starts to heat up, it is going to cause a very mild allergic reaction to any skin it is touching. Lucky for you I have put a heater next to your feet, me and mom are going to watch a movie so that heater is gonna spend a few hours nicely heating up your feet.” She tapped Helens nose and giggled “Don’t worry it wont hurt a bit.” She paused for a moment “Ive been told its like an insect bite, you know when you. Get those and they itch like hell, well its going to be like that on every inch of your feet” she giggled again and booped her nose.
Helen was screaming into her gag as she watched the girl move out of sight, then the lights went out and it cast the room into pitch black. Helen slowly felt the heat, the temperature of her feet raising, she swallowed thick salty sweat dripping onto her tongue. She didn't know how long it had been, Helen was terrorised with what the girl had said before she left. Breathing deep and slow, then she felt a twitch, and another.
Helen groaned deeply it was starting she could feel it, a terrible itch. It didn't hurt, not in the least, it was worse than that, she was right it was like a thousand little insect bites over her feet all with that itch that needed so desperately to be scratched.
When you factored in the extra sensitive skin Helen now had the itch was torture. Helen scratched the palms of her hands just to try feel something. It was an utterly maddening sensation, it. didn’t change, didn't alter but Helen couldn't take it. Tears started to flow down Helens already red cheeks.
How long had it been, fuck fuck fuck please please no more. Helen wanted the vibe to be on, something, anything to take her mind of the torture of the itching she faced, The prickling session over every part of her feet was her whole maddening world.
It was like electricity almost she was shaking now, Helen couldn’t stop herself, her bondage. held her tight, didn’t leave her much room to shake but she shook. She could feel the skin crawl on her feet, oh god why did she have to have feet, stupid fucking feet.
In the dark Helen suffered worse than she ever could have imagined. It felt like she had been there forever, her energy had been utterly sapped, she felt exhausted, drained. Then the lights in the room flashed on, Helen blinked a. Few times and found herself looking up into the eyes of her captor again. The teenager had the widest smile going
“Aww you look a state don’t you” she paused “If you thought it tickled before…..darling you are in for a shock!”
To be Continued.
(Wont be so long next time pinky swear)
