Ok, finally, here is at least part of it. There is a lot more of this to come, but I decided you'd waited long enough and I wanted to at least get this next installment out there. Remember, this story was started by Ticklemang, so he gets all of the credit for cooking up this delicious situation, and I'm just continuing it. If you haven't read the first part, go the beginning of this thread for the beginning.
As with all writers, I'd love your feedback on this newest installment. Even a quick line is appreciated, to let me know if you like it or don't. I've got several cool things in the works for the remainder of this story, but in an effort to keep this moving, I'll save those for the next part, which I hope to have out in the next couple of weeks. If you have any suggestions or requests, let me know and I'll see if I can work them in. I've always loved the concept of tickling as punishment, so this one checks all of my boxes and I hope you like it too. If you like tickle torture with the goal being a broken, delirious victim, this one is for you. Enjoy!
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Maddie felt an adrenaline rush of panic sweep through her. She was mummified on the game table in the media room, wrapped in something she couldn’t quite determine. Her wrists and ankles were duct taped together, and from the feel of it, she was wearing something around her hips that she couldn’t quite identify. Realization dawned on her, the cocoon coming into focus with a new layer of dread. Nicole made custom clothing and crafts for a hobby, and she had dozens of yards of fabric at the house. Maddie was now wrapped within that same fabric, with several bands of duct tape surrounding it to make sure nothing came loose.
“Comfortable?” Nicole asked, stalking around her. “I hope not, because you aren’t going anywhere for a VERY long time you stupid little slut. Good luck getting out of that,” she laughed, watching as Maddie thrashed within the binding encasing her. “And that heavy padding you feel on that delicate little pussy of yours? That’s an adult diaper, let over from when we were caring for Grandma. You won’t be getting free to use the bathroom. I’ll just change you occasionally, so there will be minimal interruption in the suffering I’m about to inflict upon you. I’ll probably make you sit in your own piss for a long time though, so think about that while you try to hold it in.”
Maddie felt tears leaking down her cheeks, and she struggled to stop herself from the hyperventilation she knew would be taking place soon no matter what she did. “Nicole…please! I’m so sorry! This was a huge mistake, and you have every right to be mad…”
“Bitch, mad doesn’t even come close. I’m going to punish you until you go insane, and then I’m going to keep going. You won’t be seeing my son anymore, because you’ll be in a straight jacket in a psych ward.” She grabbed Maddie’s chin, forcing her to look her. “This is going to be so much worse than you think it is,” she hissed. “We have all week together, and I’m going to break you. You stupid fucking bitch! You dare break into my house, abduct me, and torture me? I’m going to take you apart, slowly. And there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop it, but I expect plenty of begging or it gets much worse. Go ahead, try me on this.”
Maddie’s ankles were locked in the stocks, and her feet were roasting inside the heated socks she’d previously placed on Nicole. Nicole strode down to her feet, maintaining eye contact the entire time while Maddie gibbered in fear. She grabbed the edge of the socks and began slowly removing them, taking obvious pleasure in Maddie’s terrified mewling.
“Please! Nicole! I know what I did was wrong, and I’m so sorry…please, PLEASE don’t do this! I’m begging you, I’ll do anything! Please, just tell me what you want from me, and it’s yours. I swear!” She was crying again, her breath coming in rapid bursts.
Nicole laughed, an evil timbre lacing her chuckle. “What do I want from you?” She tapped her chin, feigning deep thought. “I want to hear you laugh, scream and beg. I want to tickle you until your mind breaks. I want to torture you into a coma that you never wake from. And I want you to stay away from my son. You will never see him again, you moronic little *****. Ever.”
“I promise!” Maddie squealed in desperation. “It’s not like I can be part of this family ever, now. I’ll break up with him right now, I swear! Just let me out of here and you’ll never see me again!”
Nicole finished pulling the heated socks off both of her feet, despite Maddie groping to hold onto them with her toes. She grimaced. “Ugh. Your feet fucking reek! They stink like they’re sweating liquid cheese. I think I’m going to have to punish you extra hard for making me smell your nasty foot stench, you disgusting little bitch.”
Maddie began sobbing, knowing exactly what was coming. “Please…” she whispered, her breath shuddering. “There’s no need to do this. I’m so afraid right now. I’ll do anything you want! Just please, don’t do this. I’m begging you, please Nicole…”
“NO NEED TO DO THIS?” Nicole screamed. “From the fucking stupid criminal that broke into my house and tortured me for hours? Oh bitch, you have no idea how bad I’m going to vent my rage on your helpless feet. And I know you won’t see him again. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t going to suffer for days as a reminder for what happens when you cross me.” Nicole smiled, the predatory glint in her eyes bringing a chill to Maddie. “And just so you know, I’m not going to stop. At all. Once you’re in catatonic shock and aren’t capable of coherent thought or speech, I might. Or I might not. This is going to be brutality beyond your worst nightmare. I’m going to take pleasure in breaking you.”
The toeties were applied, and Maddie felt her toes stretch backwards. She didn’t even resist, knowing that it would do no good. She could only hope that if she cooperated, maybe Nicole would get bored and take mercy on her. With any luck, her suffering would be measured in hours instead of days. She gave another shake, trying to loosen her cocoon, but it didn’t budge even a millimeter.
Nicole dove right in, not wasting any time with light tickling or building up the pressure. She dragged her nails across Maddie’s sweat-slicked soles, digging in viciously.
Maddie shrieked, flexing her vulnerable soles but unable to move at all, her toes pulled back and spread as far as possible. The feeling of Nicole’s sharp, manicured nails scraping repeatedly across her slippery soles was exponentially worse than she had expected, and she guffawed in helpless, panicked laughter. “NONONONONONONO! Oh my God, please no! Nicole! Nicooooooole! Please stooooop! Aaargghahahahahahaha!” She devolved into a fit of hysterical squealing, unable to form further words through her roaring laughter. Maddie shook her head back and forth, shrieking in forced laughter, unable to do anything but laugh, her voice reaching new octaves for the first time in her life.
“Awww, does that tickle? Your helpless, cheesy feet are ticklish? Does it tickle when I do this?” she asked, scribbling her nails up and down in Maddie’s arches repeatedly. She kept at it for over a minute, digging in with furious determination. “I asked you a question, bitch. Does it tickle?”
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!” Maddie shrieked, thrashing in desperation. “It tickles! Oh God it tickles! Pleaaaaaase! No mooooooore! Please stop!”
Nicole laughed, noticing her crotch tingling with excitement. She wasn’t a lesbian, and generally wasn’t aroused by women. There were a few moments of experimentation in college, but otherwise she was straight as an arrow. Or so she thought. She control she possessed over Maddie’s helpless, vulnerable feet was surprising her with a powerful emotion she was beginning to recognize. Domination. She’d always done her best to dominate Maddie, to try to run her off, but this was a new level of domination and power she’d never realized she wanted before. Until now. Her panties had a growing wet spot as she watched the immobile soles twitch helplessly under her rapidly gyrating fingernails, as she listened to the panicked shrieks of laughter pealing out of her victim. Her victim. Oh. Oh yes. She was going to dominate her victim, and make her suffering a thing of legend.
With sudden clarity, Nicole knew, with utter certainty, that was something she had wanted for a long time. She hadn’t realized it before. Her verbal abuse had given her pleasure, but nothing like this. She had absolute power over this stupid little bitch, and could control the level of her suffering through her hypersensitive feet. Just like she’d done to Nicole. They said revenge was best served cold, but as Nicole’s fingers flew over the stretched, vulnerable soles in front of her, she thought that hot and sweaty worked just fine. Her vagina clamored for attention, drawn to the suffering in front of her like a moth to a flame. She slipped a hand down her pants, wondering at this strange new revelation but determined to heed its urgency. She serviced herself while digging into Maddie’s sweaty arches, scrubbing with fury with the other hand.
Maddie’s laughter was punctuated with shrieks of helpless panic, unable to get any words out, to beg for mercy. She howled with uncontrollable laughter, tears of anguish streaming down her face. Nicole watched her suffering, and felt both rage and excitement. This little bitch had done this very torture to her not long before, and she was going to return the punishment a hundred fold. She hoped it gave her a heart attack and she lapsed into a vegetative state that took years to unravel.
“Your sweaty feet are almost as ticklish as mine, Maddie!” she teased. “Sucks to be you, huh? Because I’m going to tickle you into insanity, for hours and hours. The only breaks you’re going to get is when I need a break. And trust me, little *****, they’re going to be brief.”
She’d moved her nails to the balls of Maddie’s feet, and the girl exploded into fresh gales of desperate laughter, her mouth stretched wide as she scream laughed herself hoarse. Four fingers on each hand scribbled circles on the exposed skin on the balls of each foot, her thumbs digging into the arches, and Maddie reached new heights of desperation.
“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASE!” she shrieked, hyperventilating. “I can’t! I caaaaan’t! Pleeeease! Someone help me!” She roared with laughter, deep belly laughs laced with shrieks of panic. “No! Nohohohoho! Please no!”
Nicole bent closer, examining her bare soles. The individual whorls of pattern in her skin was visible, dripping with sweat. Maddie seemed to be even more sensitive on the balls of her feet, right in the middle where the first joint of the toes bent backwards. The slippery layer of sweat helped her fingernails fly across the tortured skin, drawing fresh waves of despair with each swipe. With her face so close, she could smell the stink of the girl’s feet, like a thin layer of cheese was spread over the skin. She took a sniff, and then recoiled, the pungent stink a palpable thing emanating from the soles.
“Oh I don’t think so, princess,” Nicole said. “We’re just getting started. I don’t care how many times you lose consciousness. We’re going to be here for days. Your feet are my plaything, and I’m going to inflict medieval suffering on them. This here seems to be your spot, so why don’t we focus on it for a couple of hours? That’s adorable that you think anyone can hear you. Go ahead, scream for help again. The only response you’re going to get for help is me helping myself to your feet!” She dug in with her nails, tickling hard, to emphasize her point. She kept her word and focused the blur of her fingernails on the balls of Maddie’s feet for over an hour, confused at the massive arousal the focused torture was generating. She hadn’t thought of herself as a sadist before, but she was beginning to rethink how she thought of herself. The suffering she was delivering was delicious, and she had no intention of stopping.
“Oh, and Maddie? Fuck you. You deserve this. And I’m going to punish you until you can’t remember your own name. I’m going to tickle you until you’re a drooling wreck and know nothing except for the terror of being tickle tortured against your will. Buckle up, you stupid ****. This is your new reality. I wonder how long it will take to irreparably break you? Let’s find out!”
Moving her fingers to just beneath Maddie’s long toes and began wiggling them slowly, barely making contact. Maddie squealed, thrashing to get away but not moving at all. “How does it feel, knowing that you have another 5 days of this? That you’ll probably lose your mind before we even make it to day 3? That your only reason for existing over the next week is to be the object of my revenge?” The feet beneath her fingertips were gushing with sweat from the prolonged strain for futile escape, making the velvet soft soles even more vulnerable than they already were. These teenage feet were literally as soft as a baby’s butt, and Nicole shuddered to think of this continuing on her own soles. She knew exactly what Maddie was going through, and she intended to push it well past what was medically safe.
“Does it tickle? Tell me it tickles,” she purred, enjoying the power trip she held over these stinky, helpless feet. “Or better yet, just stop laughing and tell me it doesn’t tickle. If you can do that, I’ll let you go.” She had no intention whatsoever of actually doing that, but she was seriously getting off on the domination and found the taunting to amplify her excitement.
Maddie shrieked in response, guffawing in helpless laughter. She hadn’t known that she was this ticklish, having only grown up with an older sister and rarely experiencing tickling other than the occasional squeeze of a rib from Adam. She was mortified to realize that she was deathly ticklish, specifically on her feet, which were now isolated and exposed for long term torture. She was in abject misery, the bottoms of her feet subjected to tickle hell, and there was nothing she could do to make it stop. Nothing she could do but laugh, and then laugh, and then laugh some more. Nicole was furious, and Maddie was terrified of what lengths she would go to for her revenge. She could only hope that Nicole would lose interest and let her go, but to her complete horror, Nicole seemed to be becoming even more interested as the torture proceeded. Please God, please! Let me out of this or kill me! Please!
“You had said that you were going to be here tickling me all week. How is that decision making working for you now, Maddie?” Nicole smiled, peering over Maddie’s toes at her, making eye contact. It sounds like you won’t be missed if you planned to stay here. I’m going to find every single ticklish spot on your body, and I’m going to brutally punish you. Over and over and over. It’s only Sunday, and the men won’t be back until Saturday.” She sped up her fingers, digging in hard right on the ball of each foot, slicing all of her nails across the sweaty skin as fast as possible, never giving a moment of relief. “But first, I think I’ll spend a couple of days on these helpless widdle footsies. I hate the sound of your voice, but as it turns out, I’m loving the sound of your helpless laugh.”
She suddenly paused for a second, catching Maddie off guard. “I wonder…are your toes as ticklish as the rest of your foot?”
“Nonononono!” Maddie squealed, barely able to get any sound out as she desperately gulped air. “Please, not my toes! Nicole, please! I’ll do anything, just please, not my toes!”
Nicole let out an evil chortle. “Not your toes? I seem to remember saying those exact same words, and I received zero mercy from you. So guess how much mercy is on tap for you, little slut? Oh, this is going to be fun.”
She immediately plunged her fingers into the long toes tied in front of her face, scribbling her nails up and down the stalks of her toes repeatedly as fast as she could move them. Maddie bucked on the table, shrieking and wailing, twitching her feet to escape the tickling onslaught to no avail.
“OHMYGODNONONONONONO!” she screamed, thrashing inside her mummy wrap. “Please I can’t take it please stop ohmygod please please no please!” Her eyes were bulging out her head beneath her dark hair plastered to her forehead. “Ahahahahahahaha! Nooooo! HahAHAHAahahaHAHA I can’t! You’re going to kill me!”
Nicole didn’t relent for a second, noticing the tingling in her groin increasing. “Probably. We can only hope.” She inspected the helpless toes, tied back and apart, digging her sharp nails in between them. Maddie shrieked like she was possessed, bouncing on the game table like she could hop away from the nightmare.
“Do you like it? Tell me you like it!” she demanded.
Maddie howled with laughter, no articulate words able to form. She was heaving for breath, hyperventilating and desperately trying to draw air, but only able to scream with forced gales of extracted laughter.
“I asked you a question, slut. If I have to ask it again, it’s going to go very badly for you. DO YOU LIKE IT?”
Maddie roared with laughter, spasming in helpless misery. For several long moments she couldn’t get enough air to respond, just laughing maniacally in her fabric prison. Her toes were tied tight, going slightly purple at the tips just above the ties, and they couldn’t move even a millimeter, couldn’t escape the vicious tickling slowly dismantling them. Finally she managed to squeeze out a reply.
“I LIKE IT!” she shrieked. “I LIKE IT! PLEASE STOP!”
“If you like it, why would I stop?” Nicole said. “You were so detailed and considerate to show me how bad it tickles to have someone’s nails between my toes, so I wouldn’t dream of stopping when you like it. Thank you for confirming. I think we’re going to get a lot closer over the next 5 days, don’t you?” She didn’t let up for a second, driving Maddie into hysteria. Her face was an ugly shade of red, and Nicole knew she was close. So close to passing out. Take your time Maddie. I’ll be here all night.
The intensity ratcheted up as Nicole moved in for the kill. Her right hand was assaulting Maddie’s right arch, while the fingers on her left hand continued to violate between her toes. She knew from moving Maddie’s stinky shoes outside and onto the porch that she wore a size 11, with unusually long and skinny feet. Her toes were no exception, stretching out like long thin fingers. The skin on and between her toes was outrageously smooth and wet, feeling just like Nicole lips. They were so long in fact, that she decided to attack them with both hands, as there was ample room. One set of nails attacked the upper half of the toes while the other focused on the lower half, between them, and where they connected to the foot. Maddie was in an apoplectic panic, shrieking for mercy and receiving none, her face going redder and redder. After 10 minutes, Nicole heard the telltale sound of splashing as Maddie rocket a jet of urine into the diaper, never gaining a moment of reprieve in her hysteria.
“Don’t worry about that,” Nicole told Maddie. “I’ll clean that up tomorrow. Probably.” She kept at it for another hour, driving Maddie into almost soundless screams of pathetic misery. Tears flowed from her eyes, and she was sobbing uncontrollably through her laughter.
Maddie was losing it. Her entire worldview had been winnowed down to the torture inflicted on her helpless feet, and nothing existed for her outside of the unprecedented torture she was being forced to endure. Minutes felt like hours, and she had given up all hope of Nicole giving her any mercy. She cried and begged and sobbed and laughed, but nothing worked. She was doomed to infinite foot tickle torture, and she wanted to die. It was exponentially worse than she thought it could possibly be, and she was coming apart at the seams.
Nicole had switched to electric toothbrushes and was dragging them between Maddie’s toes, taking perverse pleasure in the immediate reaction. Maddie screamed, launching her head from side to side because it was the only part of her that could move. She dug her fingernails into her own thigh to distract from the massive torture on her toes, but even digging bloody furrows couldn’t take her mind off the unbearable sensation of rapidly whirling bristles excavating between her sweaty toes. It was brutality incarnate, and the only thought she could process was that she had to get away, she had to get away, she had to make it stop!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” she shrieked, her mind buckling and unable to form words. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAARRRARARRAAAGHHAHAHAHA! Please! Noooo moooore!”
Nicole bit her own lip in concentration, pushing the oscillating toothbrush heads between the long toes. She felt her face getting closer to them, hungrily focusing on the punishment she was meting out. Even the cheesy stink of Maddie’s sweaty feet wasn’t getting to her anymore, and she tentatively took a sniff. Yep, still raunchy and foul, but somehow also alluring. That was ok though. Maddie was lapsing into catatonic panic, her laughter rasping almost silently through her hoarse throat. Her face was now an ugly shade of red purple, and she couldn’t get any words out. All she could do was laugh hysterically and endure Nicole’s revenge. After another half hour, she finally lost consciousness, retreating to the temporary solace of her own taxed mind.
Grabbing a vibrator, Nicole masturbated feverishly, surprised at herself. The unequivocal domination was beyond hot, beyond anything she’d experienced before. And she couldn’t wait to do it again. She began tickling Maddie’s sweaty arches, intent on waking her up with more torture.
<to be continued...>
