ANRRI365
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Whitney was enjoying her last few days of summer break before her return to college to finish out her senior year of volleyball. As she had most days of the summer break, she spent the afternoon laying out by her parents’ pool in the sun. There was great privacy at the house. Out in the middle of the country, the closest neighbor was several miles away, and Whitney could lay out without fear of someone spying on her or watching her with her knowing. Whitney’s long, lean body shined with a mixture of tanning oil and sweat. Her six-foot, one inch frame, took up most of the lounging cot she laid on. Her body was barely hidden in her bikini, which showed off her perfect breasts, hard abs, and sexy V cuts on her hips. Her long, athletic legs had muscular thighs and tight calves, running down to her long, slender high arched feet adorned with a fresh pedicure of a light pink nail polish at the end of her very long, straight toes.
Whitney’s mother, Jen, was inside of the house preparing a lunch for the two girls. Her husband and son were out of town on a boy’s trip, so it was just the two of them for the weekend.
“Lunch is ready, Whit!” Jen called from the back patio door.
“Coming” Whitney got up from the sweat-soaked patio chair and slid on her size 11 sandals before making her way into the house.
Whitney sat down at the kitchen table in front of the light salad Jen had prepared for them both.
“When do you think the boys will be home?” Whitney inquired.
“You know your dad; I imagine it won’t be for a few days”
“Better that way!” Jen was excited to spend some quality time with her mother.
Whitney and Jen finished their salads, and Jen made her way to the couch, content with spending the rest of the afternoon relaxing. Jen, reaching for the TV remote, put on a movie and reclined in the chair. Whitney, not impressed with the movie selection of her mother, made her way upstairs to her room. Jen watched only a short part of the movie before the afternoon sun took its toll on her, and she drifted off to sleep.
Whitney went up to her room and began to text her college boyfriend. He lived a couple hours away, and they had not seen much of each other. Their conversation turned steamy as he told her about the hot sex they would have upon their return to school. The anticipation of going back to school at the end of the week and getting to see each other again began to excite Whitney. Whitney could feel the familiar tingling between her legs. Whitney could feel herself starting to get with wet desire and her nipples beginning to harden. She tried to ignore the thoughts and desires of her starved body, which hadn’t been touched by a man in months, but the mental images of her boyfriend’s hands running over her body, teasing her breasts and nipples, massaging her outer lips and clit, the feeling of his thick cock inside of her, hitting all the right areas as he thrusts deep inside her were too much to ignore. Whitney made her way to the shower to clean up and satisfy her urges.
Whitney picked up the shower head and ran the warm water down her body. After cleaning the oil off her, she changed to setting on the head to a pulsating setting and moved the water jet down toward her sex. The water jet began pulsing over the outer lips of Whitney’s pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Whitney closed her eyes and allowed her mind to be liberated by the pleasure. Whitney subtly moved the head to direct the water over the top of her now completely aroused and erect clit. The pulsing water pounded into Whitney’s clit, causing Whitney’s breathing to become heavier. Whitney, not knowing her mother was asleep, tried desperately to stifle her moans and grunts of pleasure, but she was losing the battle. The water was unyielding and hitting all the right spots. It was not long at all before Whitney felt the pleasure build to a powerful orgasm which made her knees weak. Whitney out of reflex to the intense pleasure slapped the wall to keep herself upright as she let out only a few quiet moans, her face contorted with intense pleasure. The orgasm seemed like it would not stop and once complete, Whitney sat on the ground to recover. She had not cum in months and her body tingled with heightened sensitivity. Whitney finished up her shower and made her way to her bed. Sexually satisfied, Whitney put her headphones back on, and drifted off for a nap.
While the two women slept, two masked men made their way to the back door of the property. They had made their way through the woods, undetected by anymore. They carefully checked the back door and found it was unlocked. The men slipped their way into the house and moved around unchecked.
“No one is home”, one whispered to the other.
“Shhhh…. there’s one sleeping on the chair over here…”.
He made his way over to Jen, who was peacefully sleeping on the chair. He slowly tip toed over to the chair and placed his gloved hand over her mouth, grabbing her with tremendous force. Jen woke and immediately tried to scream into the man’s hand. The two men forced Jen off the chair, pinning her to the ground and moving her arms behind her back. Her hands were duct taped together behind her back. Next, the men taped her legs together at the thighs, the shins, and the ankles. Finally, a strip of tape was secured across Jen’s mouth as a gag. The men got up from Jen and began to look around the house. They saw no other signs of any more being home.
“Is there anyone else here, lady?” the man asked Jen. Jen, not wanting Whitney to suffer her fate, shook her head no as she began to sob. What were the men going to do with her?
“Keep quiet, and nothing bad will happen” the man said to her in a serious tone.
The men began to look around the house for valuables and money. One man made his way upstairs and cautiously opened the bedroom door to Whitney’s room. Whitney was still sleeping with her noise, canceling headphones on her head. The man was briefly taken back by the beautiful young college girl. Her sun bleached sandy blonde hair, mixed with her tanned skin, and tall frame were striking. Whitney had only a bra and throng panties on. While laying on her back, her chiseled physique was on full display. Her long, tender, soft feet relaxed and fanned out to the sides.
The other man had made his way up to Whitney’s room, and they both made their way to her bed. They took Whitney by surprise in the same manner they had captured Jen. Whitney’s arms were restrained behind her back. Whitney, being a strong college DI athlete, but up a hell of a struggle, but the two men were able to subdue her. Due to Whitney’s enhanced struggle, she was taped into a hogtie position to further restrict her movement. The men took a minute to catch their breath after the fight with her.
“She’s a tough bitch!” one side to the other.
“Not that tough…she just doesn’t know her place…”he replied, panting.
“She’s huge! Look how tall she is…. fuck look at the size of these feet!!” he said as patted and wiped the soles of Whitney’s hogtied bare feet.
Whitney’s feet twitched and her toes curled under the touch of the burglar’s hands. The other burglar noticed the reaction and smirked.
“Hey, touch her feet again…”
“Why? Wh…"
“Just do it!”
With that, the burglar reached out and slowly, lightly ran his four fingers in a circular motion in the center of Whitney’s high, soft arch. Whitney began to squirm in her bindings and shut her eyes. Her face twisted in discomfort. Little muffled grunts and giggles could be heard coming from Whitney’s gag.
“HA! See, this bitch is ticklish!” the man said to the burglar who had taken his gloves off and was now using both his hands to lightly tickle Whitney’s tender soles.
“Awwwww…...does the big tough gwurl have tickwish feeeeeeet?!” the burglar teased in baby talk as he outright tickled Whitney’s soles with his fingernails. “I tink she dwassssss! Yes she dwas!!” he said, digging his nails into her sensitive heels.
Whitney was a mess. She had always had exceptionally ticklish feet and this was her worst tickling nightmare coming to life. She squirmed and struggled against her bindings, trying desperately to find relief from the tickling fingers. Her muffled screams and laughter poured into her tape gag. Whitney had never been so humiliated. Bound and gagged by strangers and force to laugh as they tickled her feet. Completely helpless to stop the torment while the men mocked her reactions.
“Let’s see where else she’s ticklish” the man said as he started to probed Whitney’s sides with his fingers while the other continued his exploration of Whitney’s feet. Whitney tried her best to move from the probing fingers but the man used both hands to interrogate Whitney’s ribs. Kneading his fingers in between the sensitive ribs, causing Whitney to shriek and laugh with renewed desperation. The man moved his fingers down to the sides of her rock-hard tummy and abs before reaching the top of her hip bones. As soon as the man began to run his fingers into the crease of her hips, Whitney shook violently and let out a scream which was loud even with the gag in place. Whitney tried to kick and break out of her bindings. Shaking her head back and forth as she howled with laughter into her gag.
“Ohhhhhhhh, I think I found her spot!!” he said while continuing to tickle her hips with his clawing fingers. Whitney had no idea her hips were as ticklish as they were but she was really suffering. The man, delighted by her reaction, continued at the hips, while the other burglar was running his fingers in between Whitney’s long, incredibly sensitive toes. Whitney was in tears and going in and out of silent laughter. “Such a ticklish girl! Aw, do your hips tickle??”
Downstairs, Jen had managed to get the gag off her mouth by using her tongue to wet the edges of the tape. She had been listening to the torture of her daughter unfold, truly unaware of what the men had been doing to her.
“HEY!! HEY!!! LEAVE HER ALONE ASSHOLES!!” Jen called out to the burglars upstairs.
“Hear that?!”
“Hear what?!” he said as he found an even move sensitive area on Whitney’s inner thigh, causing Whitney to weeze with laughter.
“The old lady got her gag off! Let’s haul her up here”
They went down and carried Jen up to Whitney’s room. Jen was horrified by what she saw. Her beautiful daughter hogtied on the floor, laying in a puddle of sweat and tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air through her nose.
“What have you been doing to her?!?!” Jen screamed.
“This…” the man said as he ran his fingers down Whitney’s soles, causing Whitney to laugh, squirm, and cry all the same.
“Tickling?! You’ve been tickling her this whole time?! STOP!! She can’t stand being tickled!!” Jen knew how ticklish her daughter was and how much she was suffering. “Just take what you want and leave, PLEASE!”
“Hey, I wonder if the mom is as ticklish as the daughter?” the man said, emerging from the bathroom with a bottle of oil and a hairbrush.
Jen was instantly speechless with fear. She was indeed as ticklish as Whitney. In fact, her feet were more ticklish than Whitney’s, which is where the man with the oil and brush was heading.
“My husband and son will be home any minute! You better get the fuck out of her!!” Jen said with confidence, trying to bluff the burglars into leave the home before she was tortured like Whitney. One man left the room while the other smirked and made his way toward Jen's helpless feet. Jen, who was on her stomach, pressed her face into the floor is panic.
“N-n-no! No p-p please! Please don’t touch my feet!” Jen pleaded as she felt the man sit on her calves and begin to pour oil over her soles. Jen, being much shorter than Whitney, only had size 7 feet, but they were just as soft and extremely sensitive. Jen received frequent pedicures and applied lotion to her feet most every night.
“I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE NOT MY FEET!”
The man started rubbing the oil into her soles, causing Jen to giggle and writhe within her bounds. Next, the man started to slowly drag the hairbrush up and down her soles with light pressure. Jen was beside herself already. “NO! NO!! GGG GOD DAMN YOU! STOP T T TICKLING MM EEEEE!!!! The man pressed the brush into her soles and scrubbed them with vigor. Jen shook and jumped as much as the tight tape would allow. Her screams of uncontrolled laughter filled the room.
“I”LL DDHAHAHAHAHHAH DO HAHAHHAHHAHWHWHAH ANYTHIHAHTHNG!!! PLHAHEAHSLSE!!!!” Whitney watched on in horror as her mother was tortured by the man relentlessly.
“Oh my! Is something bothering you, mom?!” the man said with sarcasm as he scrubbed her delicate soles with abandon.
Whitney could watch no more.
“MMMPPHHAMAHPPPP!” Whitney screams against her gag. The man was a sadist and continued to assault Jen’s soles until she was in silent laughter and crying. He stopped and left Jen in a crying, sobbing mess.
“Something to say?” he asked Whitney as he removed her tape gag.
“STOP IT! STOP TICKLING US!! WHY ARE YOU TICKLING US?!?!” Whitney yelled in a panic.
“Why not…” he said as he ran the hairbrush a few times over the soles of Whitney, which made her struggle and quickly broke down Whitney’s strong façade.
“This has been fun but we need to get the hell out of here”, the other burglar said, grabbing a sack of loot he had quickly collected while is partner was working over the soles of Jen.
“Byeeeeeeee ladies! Maybe we’ll come visit you again soon! Remember…no cops, don’t tell anyone and all that jazz...” the man said ominously as he put gags back on Jen and Whitney and left the room.
Jen and Whitney were left struggling in their bonds to escape. They shared a tear-soaked gaze into each other’s eyes. The sounds of their sobbing and grunts of frustration are the only thing heard in the room. Not knowing when the boys would be home from their trip, the girls were left wondering if they would escape or be left to struggle until then. Or worse, would the men return to torture them with endlessly tickling again.
Whitney’s mother, Jen, was inside of the house preparing a lunch for the two girls. Her husband and son were out of town on a boy’s trip, so it was just the two of them for the weekend.
“Lunch is ready, Whit!” Jen called from the back patio door.
“Coming” Whitney got up from the sweat-soaked patio chair and slid on her size 11 sandals before making her way into the house.
Whitney sat down at the kitchen table in front of the light salad Jen had prepared for them both.
“When do you think the boys will be home?” Whitney inquired.
“You know your dad; I imagine it won’t be for a few days”
“Better that way!” Jen was excited to spend some quality time with her mother.
Whitney and Jen finished their salads, and Jen made her way to the couch, content with spending the rest of the afternoon relaxing. Jen, reaching for the TV remote, put on a movie and reclined in the chair. Whitney, not impressed with the movie selection of her mother, made her way upstairs to her room. Jen watched only a short part of the movie before the afternoon sun took its toll on her, and she drifted off to sleep.
Whitney went up to her room and began to text her college boyfriend. He lived a couple hours away, and they had not seen much of each other. Their conversation turned steamy as he told her about the hot sex they would have upon their return to school. The anticipation of going back to school at the end of the week and getting to see each other again began to excite Whitney. Whitney could feel the familiar tingling between her legs. Whitney could feel herself starting to get with wet desire and her nipples beginning to harden. She tried to ignore the thoughts and desires of her starved body, which hadn’t been touched by a man in months, but the mental images of her boyfriend’s hands running over her body, teasing her breasts and nipples, massaging her outer lips and clit, the feeling of his thick cock inside of her, hitting all the right areas as he thrusts deep inside her were too much to ignore. Whitney made her way to the shower to clean up and satisfy her urges.
Whitney picked up the shower head and ran the warm water down her body. After cleaning the oil off her, she changed to setting on the head to a pulsating setting and moved the water jet down toward her sex. The water jet began pulsing over the outer lips of Whitney’s pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Whitney closed her eyes and allowed her mind to be liberated by the pleasure. Whitney subtly moved the head to direct the water over the top of her now completely aroused and erect clit. The pulsing water pounded into Whitney’s clit, causing Whitney’s breathing to become heavier. Whitney, not knowing her mother was asleep, tried desperately to stifle her moans and grunts of pleasure, but she was losing the battle. The water was unyielding and hitting all the right spots. It was not long at all before Whitney felt the pleasure build to a powerful orgasm which made her knees weak. Whitney out of reflex to the intense pleasure slapped the wall to keep herself upright as she let out only a few quiet moans, her face contorted with intense pleasure. The orgasm seemed like it would not stop and once complete, Whitney sat on the ground to recover. She had not cum in months and her body tingled with heightened sensitivity. Whitney finished up her shower and made her way to her bed. Sexually satisfied, Whitney put her headphones back on, and drifted off for a nap.
While the two women slept, two masked men made their way to the back door of the property. They had made their way through the woods, undetected by anymore. They carefully checked the back door and found it was unlocked. The men slipped their way into the house and moved around unchecked.
“No one is home”, one whispered to the other.
“Shhhh…. there’s one sleeping on the chair over here…”.
He made his way over to Jen, who was peacefully sleeping on the chair. He slowly tip toed over to the chair and placed his gloved hand over her mouth, grabbing her with tremendous force. Jen woke and immediately tried to scream into the man’s hand. The two men forced Jen off the chair, pinning her to the ground and moving her arms behind her back. Her hands were duct taped together behind her back. Next, the men taped her legs together at the thighs, the shins, and the ankles. Finally, a strip of tape was secured across Jen’s mouth as a gag. The men got up from Jen and began to look around the house. They saw no other signs of any more being home.
“Is there anyone else here, lady?” the man asked Jen. Jen, not wanting Whitney to suffer her fate, shook her head no as she began to sob. What were the men going to do with her?
“Keep quiet, and nothing bad will happen” the man said to her in a serious tone.
The men began to look around the house for valuables and money. One man made his way upstairs and cautiously opened the bedroom door to Whitney’s room. Whitney was still sleeping with her noise, canceling headphones on her head. The man was briefly taken back by the beautiful young college girl. Her sun bleached sandy blonde hair, mixed with her tanned skin, and tall frame were striking. Whitney had only a bra and throng panties on. While laying on her back, her chiseled physique was on full display. Her long, tender, soft feet relaxed and fanned out to the sides.
The other man had made his way up to Whitney’s room, and they both made their way to her bed. They took Whitney by surprise in the same manner they had captured Jen. Whitney’s arms were restrained behind her back. Whitney, being a strong college DI athlete, but up a hell of a struggle, but the two men were able to subdue her. Due to Whitney’s enhanced struggle, she was taped into a hogtie position to further restrict her movement. The men took a minute to catch their breath after the fight with her.
“She’s a tough bitch!” one side to the other.
“Not that tough…she just doesn’t know her place…”he replied, panting.
“She’s huge! Look how tall she is…. fuck look at the size of these feet!!” he said as patted and wiped the soles of Whitney’s hogtied bare feet.
Whitney’s feet twitched and her toes curled under the touch of the burglar’s hands. The other burglar noticed the reaction and smirked.
“Hey, touch her feet again…”
“Why? Wh…"
“Just do it!”
With that, the burglar reached out and slowly, lightly ran his four fingers in a circular motion in the center of Whitney’s high, soft arch. Whitney began to squirm in her bindings and shut her eyes. Her face twisted in discomfort. Little muffled grunts and giggles could be heard coming from Whitney’s gag.
“HA! See, this bitch is ticklish!” the man said to the burglar who had taken his gloves off and was now using both his hands to lightly tickle Whitney’s tender soles.
“Awwwww…...does the big tough gwurl have tickwish feeeeeeet?!” the burglar teased in baby talk as he outright tickled Whitney’s soles with his fingernails. “I tink she dwassssss! Yes she dwas!!” he said, digging his nails into her sensitive heels.
Whitney was a mess. She had always had exceptionally ticklish feet and this was her worst tickling nightmare coming to life. She squirmed and struggled against her bindings, trying desperately to find relief from the tickling fingers. Her muffled screams and laughter poured into her tape gag. Whitney had never been so humiliated. Bound and gagged by strangers and force to laugh as they tickled her feet. Completely helpless to stop the torment while the men mocked her reactions.
“Let’s see where else she’s ticklish” the man said as he started to probed Whitney’s sides with his fingers while the other continued his exploration of Whitney’s feet. Whitney tried her best to move from the probing fingers but the man used both hands to interrogate Whitney’s ribs. Kneading his fingers in between the sensitive ribs, causing Whitney to shriek and laugh with renewed desperation. The man moved his fingers down to the sides of her rock-hard tummy and abs before reaching the top of her hip bones. As soon as the man began to run his fingers into the crease of her hips, Whitney shook violently and let out a scream which was loud even with the gag in place. Whitney tried to kick and break out of her bindings. Shaking her head back and forth as she howled with laughter into her gag.
“Ohhhhhhhh, I think I found her spot!!” he said while continuing to tickle her hips with his clawing fingers. Whitney had no idea her hips were as ticklish as they were but she was really suffering. The man, delighted by her reaction, continued at the hips, while the other burglar was running his fingers in between Whitney’s long, incredibly sensitive toes. Whitney was in tears and going in and out of silent laughter. “Such a ticklish girl! Aw, do your hips tickle??”
Downstairs, Jen had managed to get the gag off her mouth by using her tongue to wet the edges of the tape. She had been listening to the torture of her daughter unfold, truly unaware of what the men had been doing to her.
“HEY!! HEY!!! LEAVE HER ALONE ASSHOLES!!” Jen called out to the burglars upstairs.
“Hear that?!”
“Hear what?!” he said as he found an even move sensitive area on Whitney’s inner thigh, causing Whitney to weeze with laughter.
“The old lady got her gag off! Let’s haul her up here”
They went down and carried Jen up to Whitney’s room. Jen was horrified by what she saw. Her beautiful daughter hogtied on the floor, laying in a puddle of sweat and tears streaming down her face. Gasping for air through her nose.
“What have you been doing to her?!?!” Jen screamed.
“This…” the man said as he ran his fingers down Whitney’s soles, causing Whitney to laugh, squirm, and cry all the same.
“Tickling?! You’ve been tickling her this whole time?! STOP!! She can’t stand being tickled!!” Jen knew how ticklish her daughter was and how much she was suffering. “Just take what you want and leave, PLEASE!”
“Hey, I wonder if the mom is as ticklish as the daughter?” the man said, emerging from the bathroom with a bottle of oil and a hairbrush.
Jen was instantly speechless with fear. She was indeed as ticklish as Whitney. In fact, her feet were more ticklish than Whitney’s, which is where the man with the oil and brush was heading.
“My husband and son will be home any minute! You better get the fuck out of her!!” Jen said with confidence, trying to bluff the burglars into leave the home before she was tortured like Whitney. One man left the room while the other smirked and made his way toward Jen's helpless feet. Jen, who was on her stomach, pressed her face into the floor is panic.
“N-n-no! No p-p please! Please don’t touch my feet!” Jen pleaded as she felt the man sit on her calves and begin to pour oil over her soles. Jen, being much shorter than Whitney, only had size 7 feet, but they were just as soft and extremely sensitive. Jen received frequent pedicures and applied lotion to her feet most every night.
“I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE NOT MY FEET!”
The man started rubbing the oil into her soles, causing Jen to giggle and writhe within her bounds. Next, the man started to slowly drag the hairbrush up and down her soles with light pressure. Jen was beside herself already. “NO! NO!! GGG GOD DAMN YOU! STOP T T TICKLING MM EEEEE!!!! The man pressed the brush into her soles and scrubbed them with vigor. Jen shook and jumped as much as the tight tape would allow. Her screams of uncontrolled laughter filled the room.
“I”LL DDHAHAHAHAHHAH DO HAHAHHAHHAHWHWHAH ANYTHIHAHTHNG!!! PLHAHEAHSLSE!!!!” Whitney watched on in horror as her mother was tortured by the man relentlessly.
“Oh my! Is something bothering you, mom?!” the man said with sarcasm as he scrubbed her delicate soles with abandon.
Whitney could watch no more.
“MMMPPHHAMAHPPPP!” Whitney screams against her gag. The man was a sadist and continued to assault Jen’s soles until she was in silent laughter and crying. He stopped and left Jen in a crying, sobbing mess.
“Something to say?” he asked Whitney as he removed her tape gag.
“STOP IT! STOP TICKLING US!! WHY ARE YOU TICKLING US?!?!” Whitney yelled in a panic.
“Why not…” he said as he ran the hairbrush a few times over the soles of Whitney, which made her struggle and quickly broke down Whitney’s strong façade.
“This has been fun but we need to get the hell out of here”, the other burglar said, grabbing a sack of loot he had quickly collected while is partner was working over the soles of Jen.
“Byeeeeeeee ladies! Maybe we’ll come visit you again soon! Remember…no cops, don’t tell anyone and all that jazz...” the man said ominously as he put gags back on Jen and Whitney and left the room.
Jen and Whitney were left struggling in their bonds to escape. They shared a tear-soaked gaze into each other’s eyes. The sounds of their sobbing and grunts of frustration are the only thing heard in the room. Not knowing when the boys would be home from their trip, the girls were left wondering if they would escape or be left to struggle until then. Or worse, would the men return to torture them with endlessly tickling again.
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