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Christine smiles as she takes her break from tormenting Jake’s helpless feet, sitting in the chair next to the bondage table he is strapped down to. He watches her every move, finding it hard to resist looking up and down her black lingerie covered body, only dressed in the seductive outfit to tease Jake. She puts down her bottle of water and stands up, walking back down to Jake’s stocked feet as she gabs the little bottle of skin lotion.
As she opens the little bottle of lotion, ready to drip more onto Jake’s helpless feet, she is distracted by a noise. Jake laughs and mumbles into the gag as Christine quickly walks up and unties the gag. “What was that noise?!” she asks nervously. Jake smiles and laughs softly, staying quiet. The blonde gets nervous as she hears the door to the basement open and close as a person walks down the stairs. Christine’s eyes widen with fear and panic, Ryan has returned. Ryan stands at the bottom of the stairs, holding up the key to the basement door as he puts it in his pocket. Jake smiles and looks over to Ryan “Finally! What took you so long!?” he asks in a frustrated tone. Ryan shrugs his shoulders as he looks at the barely clothed little blonde dressed in black lace lingerie. “Bah! Traffic.. Nice to finally be home though! Looks like I missed all the fun..” he replies in a teasing way. Christine backs away from Jake towards the back of the basement, trying to think of a way out. Ryan steps over to Jake, noticing him strapped down to the table as Ryan casually unties him, allowing him to stand. The little blonde panics, knowing there is only one way out of the basement but its guarded by two much bigger and stronger guys. “Ok.. lets talk about this.. We can call it even...” Christine says hopefully. Jake and Ryan look at each other with the same kind of expression on their faces, and both reply at the same time. “Nahh...” Both guys step closer to her, each taking a side to corner the little blonde. Christine steps back, trying to keep an eye on both guys approaching from different sides. “No! Stop! You cant kidnap me again!” she screams nervously at them. Jake grins and he slowly steps forward a little more. “We aren’t going to kidnap you Christine.. You came here willingly.. dressed in sexy lingerie…” he teases her. Ryan grabs the blonde’s phone and sends a text to her friend, explaining she is taking a week vacation to meet up with friends.
Christine takes her chance and quickly makes a move, trying to run between both guys. Both of them reach out, grabbing her around the waist and easily holding her in place, the little blonde has no chance of winning this fight as she struggles and squirms in their hold. Jake uses one arm to grab her arms, holding them behind her back as his other arm holds her waist. “Aww poor little Christine… you should have went home when you had the chance...” he teasingly whispers into her ear. Ryan reaches down to grab the blondes legs, both of them lifting the little blonde and carrying her to the same bondage table Jake was strapped to. They lay her down, holding her in place while the other tightly straps her wrists, upper arms, waist, thighs and lower legs in place. Her little ankles are put into the foot stocks and locked, tightly encasing her ankles in padded leather holding them still. “Ryan.. I think we should make Christine our little tickle slave.. She clearly enjoyed the last time we captured her, she came back willingly..” Jake teases. Ryan nods in agreement, going back to pull on the straps, making them even tighter then Christine ever thought they could be, firmly pinning her down to the leather bondage table not giving her any movement. “Nooo! Stop please! You can’t do this to me again!” the little blonde pleads, having fresh memories of the last time she was tickling out of her mind. Ryan grins and leans down over the blonde, looking down into her eyes. “Christine.. you tricked us both by using our emotions against us to escape.. You deserve every second of tickling you are going to get over the next few days” he replies, sending shivers of panic and fear through her helplessly strapped down body.
Christine lays tightly strapped down to the same table she had Jake on, still wearing her black lace lingerie and heels. Her arms, waist, thighs and lower legs all tightly strapped down with the strong leather cuffs, holding her tightly pinned down on the bondage table. Her ankles are tightly locked into the foot stocks, encased in the thick padded leather. “Stop please! I’m sorry! Let me go!” the little blonde pleads. The two guys smile and ignore her, both moving down to her little stocked feet and firmly grabbing hold of a high heel each, slowly giving them a tug as they effortlessly slide off her little feet, revealing her silk stocking covered feet and toes. They use a hand to push her feet back firmly against the stocks, stretching the stockings materials at the toe as they start to loop the toe ties around the little blonde’s stocking clad toes. Christine gets very nervous and panics feeling her little toes being tightly bound back to the top of the stocks, her little size 7 feet being stretched taut and held immobile in place. The stocks hold her ankles tightly together, forcing her soft heels to press against each other, rendering her little feet completely helpless.
Her two captors gently caress and rub her little stretched taut soles and arches, feeling that super soft and silky touch of the thin sheer stockings that give her feet a shine in the low light. Christine tries to squirm and pull her arms and legs free, barely able to move them as her little helpless feet are lovingly teased and caressed. Jake and Ryan smile wide at each other, happy to have their little blonde tickle slave at their mercy again. Her feet and toes so soft, smooth and delicate, created to be pampered, teased, caressed and tickled. The helpless blonde panics as her anticipation quickly rises, fearing another merciless tickling that nearly drove her insane. The four hands caressing and rubbing her soft little feet slowly, starting to send shivers up and down her spine as she tries to pull her feet away, unable to move them an inch as the strong sturdy stocks hold them tightly in place.
Suddenly the rubbing and caressing turns into soft spider tickles as the four hands gently attack the blonde’s stocking clad arches and heels. The blonde lets out a surprised squeal followed by girly giggles, shaking her head slightly side to side as her tightly bound toes struggle and try to move. “Ah! Hehehehe pleeehehehease don’t do this!” She pleads between giggles, tugging on the strong leather straps holding her firmly pinned down to the table. The two guys smile back at her as they ignore her pleads, letting their fingers spider and dance over the little blonde’s perfect helpless feet. Her sheer stockings gives her skin a super soft silky feel, so smooth to touch and tickle as their fingers glide over the frictionless material. A few minutes into the soft teasing tickles, they stop and give Christine a short break to catch her breath. “Hehehe.. please.. don’t do this to me again! I’ll lose my mind..” she pleads softly between breaths. Jake pouts teasingly and smiles wide at the little blonde, happy to have the beautiful blonde back where she belongs. “I’m sorry Christine.. but this is what your adorable little feet were created for..” he teases. Christine blushes with embarrassment, hearing him talk about her little feet almost like they are toys. Before she can think of a reply, the sudden touch of two hairbrushes land on her little feet, lightly sliding up and down the length of her stretched taut feet. Her eyes widen with horror as she bursts with high pitched laughter, feeling both of the hairbrushes have ball tips allowing them to glide over her silky stocking clad soles, arches and heels, up and down repeatedly. Christine screams with frustration as she is unable to hold back the flood of laughter escaping her mouth, her body tenses and tugs on the bondage straps holding her in place, unable to distract herself as her little feet are attacked by the two brushes. “Submit to the tickling Christine, just lay back and surrender.” Ryan teases, smiling up at the laughing blonde.
The sheer silk stockings now working against the blondes helpless little feet, removing the friction and allowing the hairbrushes to glide and slide effortlessly all over her stretched taut little soles, arches and heels. The hundreds of ball tipped bristles stroking up and down the silky smooth surfaces that are held immobile by the stocks and toe ties. The two guys spend a further 5 minutes brushing Christine’s feet before pulling the hairbrushes away, giving her a short break.
She gasps softly catching her breath, frustrated and nervous about what will come next as she tries to look down at her tightly strapped down body, watching her two captors very closely. The two guys grab a few things and sit down at the helpless blonde’s stocked feet. They start to untie her toes before grabbing at her stockings, using both hands to rip the thin material away from her feet and toes, fully exposing her soft smooth skin. The four strong hands start to push her feet back against the stocks again as her newly exposed little toes are tightly tied back to the stocks, even tighter then before and without the little bit of protection from the stockings. Christine panics and looks down at the strong stocks, her ankles disappearing into the holes and held firmly in place by the padding. She feels her feet and toes being stretched out and immobilized by the toe ties, rendering them completely helpless with no movement possible. Her innocent blue eyes widen with horror as she feels the four hands return to her feet, this time covered in cold thick lotion as it gets rubbed into her already soft ticklish little feet, minute after minute of non stop rubbing, forcing the lotion to work deep into her skin, making them deathly soft and sensitive. “No no no! Please! Not lotion! This is evil!” the helpless blonde pleads. Her captors grin mischievously and pull their hands away for a minute. “Poor little Christine.. that wasn’t evil… This is!” Jake replies as both guys start to use blow dryers to warm up her lotioned feet. Christine squeals and panics wildly, shaking her head as she feels that warm air caressing over her helpless feet, knowing the combination of lotion and heating on her little feet pushes them into the “Deathly Ticklish” category which is unbearable torture for her. Her little tied toes wiggle and try desperately to move, forced to stay in place as they are heated up by the warm air, allowing the lotion to soak even deeper into her already sensitive skin.
After a few more minutes of warming the blondes little feet, the heating stops, leaving her helpless taut feet deathly sensitive, tingling from the warm lotion that has soaked deep into her skin. Both of her captors smile, pleased with their work as they are hypnotized by the blondes perfect little feet, so soft and perfectly smooth with a light pink shade. Both guys reach down and grab a hairbrush each with some pipe cleaners, using one hand to slide 4 of the pipe cleaners between her toes on each foot. Their other free hand holds a wide hairbrush against her stretched taut arch, holding still and ready to start. Christine feels the 8 pipe cleaners sliding between her tied back spread toes as she panics, her eyes widen with horror also feeling the 2 hairbrushes rest against her stretched arches. “WAIT NO! NOT THIS! ANYTHING BUT THIS!” the little blonde pleads, realizing this is very close to being her most feared nightmare situation. Suppressed by the panic and fear of what is about to happen to her helpless little feet, a strange buzzing feeling starts to grow deep inside her.
Suddenly it starts. The two hairbrushes start to scrub up and down the helpless blonde’s little feet. The hundreds of ball-tipped bristles stroking back and forth along her taut smooth soles, arches and heels. The 8 fuzzy pipe cleaners start to saw between each of her little tied back toes, sliding in and out with ease as they brush against the sides of her toes and the space between them. The blonde screams and explodes with high pitched laughter, immediately getting desperate to make it stop. Her squeals and screams begin to get interrupted by laughter as she tugs hard on the straps holding her in place. Her two captors grin wickedly at each other, knowing they have found the helpless blonde’s weakness as they watch her little stocked feet desperately twitch and try to wiggle free. Only a few minutes pass as tears of laughter start to flow down Christine’s flushed cheeks. Her head swaying side to side in a futile attempt to distract herself from the merciless tickling. The two guys get hypnotized by the blonde’s stocked and toe tied feet, her skin so delicately soft and smooth from the lotion and heating treatment. Her cute little tied back toes trying to wiggle free, the soles and arches taut and stretched out, her supple and soft heels, held tightly in place and barely able to move an inch.
As the fuzzy pipe cleaners slide and saw between her tied back toes with ease, and the hairbrushes lightly scrubbing back and forth across her stretched taut arches and soles, the little blonde feels a strange feeling starting to grow inside. Behind her desperate screams and floods of high pitched laughter, the helpless blonde starts to realize that the strange feeling growing deep inside her is pure excitement. Her innocent blue eyes widen with realization as she blushes bright red with embarrassment. Her two captors see this moment of realization on the blonde’s face as they start to tickle a little harder and faster. “Poor little Christine.. Are you starting to enjoy this..?” Jake teases, sending a strong shiver through the blonde’s helpless body. The two guys relax as they sit in front of the blonde’s little feet, casually watching the brushes scrub back and forth along her soft smooth soles and arches, the ball-tipped bristles making faded lines in her soft lotioned skin. The thick fuzzy pipe cleaners sawing effortlessly back and forth between each tied toe making them twitch, desperately trying to escape as the tight toe ties keep them spread apart and stretched back.
A long 10 more minutes pass, seeming like an hour before the brushes and pipe cleaners finally stop and pull away from her feet, leaving them tingling from the tickling. Ryan starts to rub more lotion into the helpless blonde’s little stocked feet, adding another layer to her already softened soles, arches and heels. Jake leans over her and looks down into her eyes, watching her catch her breath. “Do you want more Christine? Do you want to be broken like a good little tickle toy?” he teases with a mischievous grin. The helpless blonde blushes brightly with embarrassment, feeling her little stocked feet and tied back toes being lotioned for round 2 as she gets nervous. A sudden urge overcomes her as she feels her head nodding to his question, surprising herself as a soft ‘Yes’ escapes her mouth. Jake smiles and walks back down to her feet and sits down, grabbing a blow dryer as he starts to heat the lotion on the blonde’s helpless feet while Ryan rubs the lotion in. Christine nervously waits, feeling her feet being prepared for the next round of tickling as she wonders why she felt the strong urge to nod.
As her helpless feet are softened and warmed up, her eyes widen with the realization that she is starting to enjoy it, knowing her already ticklish feet are going to be deathly soft and ticklish after the lotion and blow dryer treatment. Her two captors take their time pampering the blonde’s cute little feet, enjoying the soft and smooth touch of her taut skin, the sight of the stretched soles and arches as each of her little toes are individually tied back tightly, stretching them back and keeping them apart. They finish getting her feet ready as they slide palm brushes onto both of their hands and get comfy sitting at the blonde’s feet. With two palm brushes each they place one brush on her taut arches and heels, as the second brush is placed on the balls of her feet and toes. Both guys smile at each other as Jake asks “Are you ready to be broken little tickle slave Christine?” Christine’s eyes widen with fear as she feels the four palm brushes rest on her little helpless feet, covering every deathly ticklish spot at once. Her helpless body shivers as she feels the excitement building inside her as that overwhelming urge returns and she nods her head “Yes”
Both guys waste no time and start to use the four palm brushes to scrub the immobile feet in circles, covering every inch of her stretched little feet. Christine suddenly explodes with hysterical laughter, the scrubbing from the evil palm brushes was the worst tickling she had ever felt before, the lotion and heating treatment only made the tickling far more intense. The helpless blonde’s eyes widen with pure horror, realizing she is experiencing her worst nightmare as tears of laughter, desperation and helplessness start to flow down her red cheeks. Within minutes of the scrubbing brushes tormenting her tied back toes, soft soles, arches and heels, she starts to sob and whimper between high pitched laughter. She sobs more and more as the tickling continues, hating herself for saying yes as she couldn’t resist the strong urge.
A sudden rush of warmth and excitement flows through her helpless body as she blushes bright red, her tear filled eyes widen with shock and realization that she is enjoying the merciless tickling on her little immobile feet. Her body stops trying to squirm as she lays her head back against the padded table, laughing hysterically as the palm brushes force the laughter to flow out of the helpless blonde with ease. Jake notices the sobbing blonde submitting to the intense tickling on her deathly sensitive little feet as he gives his brush to Ryan, telling him to continue scrubbing Christine’s stretched immobile soles, arches and heels. He walks around the table and sits above the blonde’s head, looking down over her as he watches her scream with laughter, tears flowing down her red cheeks as he smiles. “Christine, do you want to be our little tickle slave now?” The helpless blonde blushes brightly with embarrassment as she feels her head nodding, unable to control her body movements as the intense urge to say yes overwhelms her, accepting the fact that she has been broken.
Ryan smiles hearing the helpless blonde submit, slowing the brushes to a gentle and light scrub against her stretched smooth soles and arches. Jake leans down and grabs a pink leather collar, slowly lowering it towards Christine’s neck as she giggles and sobs, feeling the brushes teasing her tortured and overly sensitive feet. She blushes brightly and whimpers as joyful tears fall down her cheeks, feeling the leather collar wrap around her neck slowly and lock, hugging her neck with the soft padded leather confirming her tickle toy status. Ryan stops lightly brushing the blonde’s feet as he gently starts to rub and caress her soft smooth soles and arches. Jake uses his fingers to brush her hair behind her ear as he smiles down at her, just watching her catch her breath. Christine closes her eyes enjoying the foot rub after hours of tickle torture as she blushes brightly with embarrassment, unable to stop herself from smiling as she submits to the fact her two captors have broken her, making her realize that she loves it, born to be a little tickle slave. “Finally I have you as my little tickle slave. I’ve always had a crush on you since I first saw you playing with your little heels, those super smooth soles and cute little toes just begging to be worshiped and tickled” Jake teases the helpless blonde. She smiles wide as keeps her eyes closed, her tortured feet being caressed and rubbed as she lays back enjoying the attention and listening to his teasing words.
Jake stands up and walks away, nodding to Ryan. “Ok tickle slave. Ready for round two..?” he asks with an evil grin, grabbing both palm brushes and sliding them on both of his hands. Ryan starts to rub more lotion into the blonde's little immobile feet before grabbing 8 fuzzy pipe cleaners and slides them into position between her tied back toes. Jake rests both brushes down onto the lotioned stretched arches in front of him as Christine’s eyes widen with horror, whimpering loudly as she panics at the thought of another round of merciless tickle torture. The excitement overpowers her as a strong shiver runs up her spine, feeling her head nod slightly as she is surprised by her own voice. “Yes please..” Her eyes light up with fear as she already starts to sob and whimper before the tickling even starts, knowing what is to come...
The End...
Christine smiles as she takes her break from tormenting Jake’s helpless feet, sitting in the chair next to the bondage table he is strapped down to. He watches her every move, finding it hard to resist looking up and down her black lingerie covered body, only dressed in the seductive outfit to tease Jake. She puts down her bottle of water and stands up, walking back down to Jake’s stocked feet as she gabs the little bottle of skin lotion.
As she opens the little bottle of lotion, ready to drip more onto Jake’s helpless feet, she is distracted by a noise. Jake laughs and mumbles into the gag as Christine quickly walks up and unties the gag. “What was that noise?!” she asks nervously. Jake smiles and laughs softly, staying quiet. The blonde gets nervous as she hears the door to the basement open and close as a person walks down the stairs. Christine’s eyes widen with fear and panic, Ryan has returned. Ryan stands at the bottom of the stairs, holding up the key to the basement door as he puts it in his pocket. Jake smiles and looks over to Ryan “Finally! What took you so long!?” he asks in a frustrated tone. Ryan shrugs his shoulders as he looks at the barely clothed little blonde dressed in black lace lingerie. “Bah! Traffic.. Nice to finally be home though! Looks like I missed all the fun..” he replies in a teasing way. Christine backs away from Jake towards the back of the basement, trying to think of a way out. Ryan steps over to Jake, noticing him strapped down to the table as Ryan casually unties him, allowing him to stand. The little blonde panics, knowing there is only one way out of the basement but its guarded by two much bigger and stronger guys. “Ok.. lets talk about this.. We can call it even...” Christine says hopefully. Jake and Ryan look at each other with the same kind of expression on their faces, and both reply at the same time. “Nahh...” Both guys step closer to her, each taking a side to corner the little blonde. Christine steps back, trying to keep an eye on both guys approaching from different sides. “No! Stop! You cant kidnap me again!” she screams nervously at them. Jake grins and he slowly steps forward a little more. “We aren’t going to kidnap you Christine.. You came here willingly.. dressed in sexy lingerie…” he teases her. Ryan grabs the blonde’s phone and sends a text to her friend, explaining she is taking a week vacation to meet up with friends.
Christine takes her chance and quickly makes a move, trying to run between both guys. Both of them reach out, grabbing her around the waist and easily holding her in place, the little blonde has no chance of winning this fight as she struggles and squirms in their hold. Jake uses one arm to grab her arms, holding them behind her back as his other arm holds her waist. “Aww poor little Christine… you should have went home when you had the chance...” he teasingly whispers into her ear. Ryan reaches down to grab the blondes legs, both of them lifting the little blonde and carrying her to the same bondage table Jake was strapped to. They lay her down, holding her in place while the other tightly straps her wrists, upper arms, waist, thighs and lower legs in place. Her little ankles are put into the foot stocks and locked, tightly encasing her ankles in padded leather holding them still. “Ryan.. I think we should make Christine our little tickle slave.. She clearly enjoyed the last time we captured her, she came back willingly..” Jake teases. Ryan nods in agreement, going back to pull on the straps, making them even tighter then Christine ever thought they could be, firmly pinning her down to the leather bondage table not giving her any movement. “Nooo! Stop please! You can’t do this to me again!” the little blonde pleads, having fresh memories of the last time she was tickling out of her mind. Ryan grins and leans down over the blonde, looking down into her eyes. “Christine.. you tricked us both by using our emotions against us to escape.. You deserve every second of tickling you are going to get over the next few days” he replies, sending shivers of panic and fear through her helplessly strapped down body.
Christine lays tightly strapped down to the same table she had Jake on, still wearing her black lace lingerie and heels. Her arms, waist, thighs and lower legs all tightly strapped down with the strong leather cuffs, holding her tightly pinned down on the bondage table. Her ankles are tightly locked into the foot stocks, encased in the thick padded leather. “Stop please! I’m sorry! Let me go!” the little blonde pleads. The two guys smile and ignore her, both moving down to her little stocked feet and firmly grabbing hold of a high heel each, slowly giving them a tug as they effortlessly slide off her little feet, revealing her silk stocking covered feet and toes. They use a hand to push her feet back firmly against the stocks, stretching the stockings materials at the toe as they start to loop the toe ties around the little blonde’s stocking clad toes. Christine gets very nervous and panics feeling her little toes being tightly bound back to the top of the stocks, her little size 7 feet being stretched taut and held immobile in place. The stocks hold her ankles tightly together, forcing her soft heels to press against each other, rendering her little feet completely helpless.
Her two captors gently caress and rub her little stretched taut soles and arches, feeling that super soft and silky touch of the thin sheer stockings that give her feet a shine in the low light. Christine tries to squirm and pull her arms and legs free, barely able to move them as her little helpless feet are lovingly teased and caressed. Jake and Ryan smile wide at each other, happy to have their little blonde tickle slave at their mercy again. Her feet and toes so soft, smooth and delicate, created to be pampered, teased, caressed and tickled. The helpless blonde panics as her anticipation quickly rises, fearing another merciless tickling that nearly drove her insane. The four hands caressing and rubbing her soft little feet slowly, starting to send shivers up and down her spine as she tries to pull her feet away, unable to move them an inch as the strong sturdy stocks hold them tightly in place.
Suddenly the rubbing and caressing turns into soft spider tickles as the four hands gently attack the blonde’s stocking clad arches and heels. The blonde lets out a surprised squeal followed by girly giggles, shaking her head slightly side to side as her tightly bound toes struggle and try to move. “Ah! Hehehehe pleeehehehease don’t do this!” She pleads between giggles, tugging on the strong leather straps holding her firmly pinned down to the table. The two guys smile back at her as they ignore her pleads, letting their fingers spider and dance over the little blonde’s perfect helpless feet. Her sheer stockings gives her skin a super soft silky feel, so smooth to touch and tickle as their fingers glide over the frictionless material. A few minutes into the soft teasing tickles, they stop and give Christine a short break to catch her breath. “Hehehe.. please.. don’t do this to me again! I’ll lose my mind..” she pleads softly between breaths. Jake pouts teasingly and smiles wide at the little blonde, happy to have the beautiful blonde back where she belongs. “I’m sorry Christine.. but this is what your adorable little feet were created for..” he teases. Christine blushes with embarrassment, hearing him talk about her little feet almost like they are toys. Before she can think of a reply, the sudden touch of two hairbrushes land on her little feet, lightly sliding up and down the length of her stretched taut feet. Her eyes widen with horror as she bursts with high pitched laughter, feeling both of the hairbrushes have ball tips allowing them to glide over her silky stocking clad soles, arches and heels, up and down repeatedly. Christine screams with frustration as she is unable to hold back the flood of laughter escaping her mouth, her body tenses and tugs on the bondage straps holding her in place, unable to distract herself as her little feet are attacked by the two brushes. “Submit to the tickling Christine, just lay back and surrender.” Ryan teases, smiling up at the laughing blonde.
The sheer silk stockings now working against the blondes helpless little feet, removing the friction and allowing the hairbrushes to glide and slide effortlessly all over her stretched taut little soles, arches and heels. The hundreds of ball tipped bristles stroking up and down the silky smooth surfaces that are held immobile by the stocks and toe ties. The two guys spend a further 5 minutes brushing Christine’s feet before pulling the hairbrushes away, giving her a short break.
She gasps softly catching her breath, frustrated and nervous about what will come next as she tries to look down at her tightly strapped down body, watching her two captors very closely. The two guys grab a few things and sit down at the helpless blonde’s stocked feet. They start to untie her toes before grabbing at her stockings, using both hands to rip the thin material away from her feet and toes, fully exposing her soft smooth skin. The four strong hands start to push her feet back against the stocks again as her newly exposed little toes are tightly tied back to the stocks, even tighter then before and without the little bit of protection from the stockings. Christine panics and looks down at the strong stocks, her ankles disappearing into the holes and held firmly in place by the padding. She feels her feet and toes being stretched out and immobilized by the toe ties, rendering them completely helpless with no movement possible. Her innocent blue eyes widen with horror as she feels the four hands return to her feet, this time covered in cold thick lotion as it gets rubbed into her already soft ticklish little feet, minute after minute of non stop rubbing, forcing the lotion to work deep into her skin, making them deathly soft and sensitive. “No no no! Please! Not lotion! This is evil!” the helpless blonde pleads. Her captors grin mischievously and pull their hands away for a minute. “Poor little Christine.. that wasn’t evil… This is!” Jake replies as both guys start to use blow dryers to warm up her lotioned feet. Christine squeals and panics wildly, shaking her head as she feels that warm air caressing over her helpless feet, knowing the combination of lotion and heating on her little feet pushes them into the “Deathly Ticklish” category which is unbearable torture for her. Her little tied toes wiggle and try desperately to move, forced to stay in place as they are heated up by the warm air, allowing the lotion to soak even deeper into her already sensitive skin.
After a few more minutes of warming the blondes little feet, the heating stops, leaving her helpless taut feet deathly sensitive, tingling from the warm lotion that has soaked deep into her skin. Both of her captors smile, pleased with their work as they are hypnotized by the blondes perfect little feet, so soft and perfectly smooth with a light pink shade. Both guys reach down and grab a hairbrush each with some pipe cleaners, using one hand to slide 4 of the pipe cleaners between her toes on each foot. Their other free hand holds a wide hairbrush against her stretched taut arch, holding still and ready to start. Christine feels the 8 pipe cleaners sliding between her tied back spread toes as she panics, her eyes widen with horror also feeling the 2 hairbrushes rest against her stretched arches. “WAIT NO! NOT THIS! ANYTHING BUT THIS!” the little blonde pleads, realizing this is very close to being her most feared nightmare situation. Suppressed by the panic and fear of what is about to happen to her helpless little feet, a strange buzzing feeling starts to grow deep inside her.
Suddenly it starts. The two hairbrushes start to scrub up and down the helpless blonde’s little feet. The hundreds of ball-tipped bristles stroking back and forth along her taut smooth soles, arches and heels. The 8 fuzzy pipe cleaners start to saw between each of her little tied back toes, sliding in and out with ease as they brush against the sides of her toes and the space between them. The blonde screams and explodes with high pitched laughter, immediately getting desperate to make it stop. Her squeals and screams begin to get interrupted by laughter as she tugs hard on the straps holding her in place. Her two captors grin wickedly at each other, knowing they have found the helpless blonde’s weakness as they watch her little stocked feet desperately twitch and try to wiggle free. Only a few minutes pass as tears of laughter start to flow down Christine’s flushed cheeks. Her head swaying side to side in a futile attempt to distract herself from the merciless tickling. The two guys get hypnotized by the blonde’s stocked and toe tied feet, her skin so delicately soft and smooth from the lotion and heating treatment. Her cute little tied back toes trying to wiggle free, the soles and arches taut and stretched out, her supple and soft heels, held tightly in place and barely able to move an inch.
As the fuzzy pipe cleaners slide and saw between her tied back toes with ease, and the hairbrushes lightly scrubbing back and forth across her stretched taut arches and soles, the little blonde feels a strange feeling starting to grow inside. Behind her desperate screams and floods of high pitched laughter, the helpless blonde starts to realize that the strange feeling growing deep inside her is pure excitement. Her innocent blue eyes widen with realization as she blushes bright red with embarrassment. Her two captors see this moment of realization on the blonde’s face as they start to tickle a little harder and faster. “Poor little Christine.. Are you starting to enjoy this..?” Jake teases, sending a strong shiver through the blonde’s helpless body. The two guys relax as they sit in front of the blonde’s little feet, casually watching the brushes scrub back and forth along her soft smooth soles and arches, the ball-tipped bristles making faded lines in her soft lotioned skin. The thick fuzzy pipe cleaners sawing effortlessly back and forth between each tied toe making them twitch, desperately trying to escape as the tight toe ties keep them spread apart and stretched back.
A long 10 more minutes pass, seeming like an hour before the brushes and pipe cleaners finally stop and pull away from her feet, leaving them tingling from the tickling. Ryan starts to rub more lotion into the helpless blonde’s little stocked feet, adding another layer to her already softened soles, arches and heels. Jake leans over her and looks down into her eyes, watching her catch her breath. “Do you want more Christine? Do you want to be broken like a good little tickle toy?” he teases with a mischievous grin. The helpless blonde blushes brightly with embarrassment, feeling her little stocked feet and tied back toes being lotioned for round 2 as she gets nervous. A sudden urge overcomes her as she feels her head nodding to his question, surprising herself as a soft ‘Yes’ escapes her mouth. Jake smiles and walks back down to her feet and sits down, grabbing a blow dryer as he starts to heat the lotion on the blonde’s helpless feet while Ryan rubs the lotion in. Christine nervously waits, feeling her feet being prepared for the next round of tickling as she wonders why she felt the strong urge to nod.
As her helpless feet are softened and warmed up, her eyes widen with the realization that she is starting to enjoy it, knowing her already ticklish feet are going to be deathly soft and ticklish after the lotion and blow dryer treatment. Her two captors take their time pampering the blonde’s cute little feet, enjoying the soft and smooth touch of her taut skin, the sight of the stretched soles and arches as each of her little toes are individually tied back tightly, stretching them back and keeping them apart. They finish getting her feet ready as they slide palm brushes onto both of their hands and get comfy sitting at the blonde’s feet. With two palm brushes each they place one brush on her taut arches and heels, as the second brush is placed on the balls of her feet and toes. Both guys smile at each other as Jake asks “Are you ready to be broken little tickle slave Christine?” Christine’s eyes widen with fear as she feels the four palm brushes rest on her little helpless feet, covering every deathly ticklish spot at once. Her helpless body shivers as she feels the excitement building inside her as that overwhelming urge returns and she nods her head “Yes”
Both guys waste no time and start to use the four palm brushes to scrub the immobile feet in circles, covering every inch of her stretched little feet. Christine suddenly explodes with hysterical laughter, the scrubbing from the evil palm brushes was the worst tickling she had ever felt before, the lotion and heating treatment only made the tickling far more intense. The helpless blonde’s eyes widen with pure horror, realizing she is experiencing her worst nightmare as tears of laughter, desperation and helplessness start to flow down her red cheeks. Within minutes of the scrubbing brushes tormenting her tied back toes, soft soles, arches and heels, she starts to sob and whimper between high pitched laughter. She sobs more and more as the tickling continues, hating herself for saying yes as she couldn’t resist the strong urge.
A sudden rush of warmth and excitement flows through her helpless body as she blushes bright red, her tear filled eyes widen with shock and realization that she is enjoying the merciless tickling on her little immobile feet. Her body stops trying to squirm as she lays her head back against the padded table, laughing hysterically as the palm brushes force the laughter to flow out of the helpless blonde with ease. Jake notices the sobbing blonde submitting to the intense tickling on her deathly sensitive little feet as he gives his brush to Ryan, telling him to continue scrubbing Christine’s stretched immobile soles, arches and heels. He walks around the table and sits above the blonde’s head, looking down over her as he watches her scream with laughter, tears flowing down her red cheeks as he smiles. “Christine, do you want to be our little tickle slave now?” The helpless blonde blushes brightly with embarrassment as she feels her head nodding, unable to control her body movements as the intense urge to say yes overwhelms her, accepting the fact that she has been broken.
Ryan smiles hearing the helpless blonde submit, slowing the brushes to a gentle and light scrub against her stretched smooth soles and arches. Jake leans down and grabs a pink leather collar, slowly lowering it towards Christine’s neck as she giggles and sobs, feeling the brushes teasing her tortured and overly sensitive feet. She blushes brightly and whimpers as joyful tears fall down her cheeks, feeling the leather collar wrap around her neck slowly and lock, hugging her neck with the soft padded leather confirming her tickle toy status. Ryan stops lightly brushing the blonde’s feet as he gently starts to rub and caress her soft smooth soles and arches. Jake uses his fingers to brush her hair behind her ear as he smiles down at her, just watching her catch her breath. Christine closes her eyes enjoying the foot rub after hours of tickle torture as she blushes brightly with embarrassment, unable to stop herself from smiling as she submits to the fact her two captors have broken her, making her realize that she loves it, born to be a little tickle slave. “Finally I have you as my little tickle slave. I’ve always had a crush on you since I first saw you playing with your little heels, those super smooth soles and cute little toes just begging to be worshiped and tickled” Jake teases the helpless blonde. She smiles wide as keeps her eyes closed, her tortured feet being caressed and rubbed as she lays back enjoying the attention and listening to his teasing words.
Jake stands up and walks away, nodding to Ryan. “Ok tickle slave. Ready for round two..?” he asks with an evil grin, grabbing both palm brushes and sliding them on both of his hands. Ryan starts to rub more lotion into the blonde's little immobile feet before grabbing 8 fuzzy pipe cleaners and slides them into position between her tied back toes. Jake rests both brushes down onto the lotioned stretched arches in front of him as Christine’s eyes widen with horror, whimpering loudly as she panics at the thought of another round of merciless tickle torture. The excitement overpowers her as a strong shiver runs up her spine, feeling her head nod slightly as she is surprised by her own voice. “Yes please..” Her eyes light up with fear as she already starts to sob and whimper before the tickling even starts, knowing what is to come...
The End...
