Comic Con Torture: Part 2

[Titillating 2.0]

Here’s my 2nd installment to the comic con series, with the third being the final and shortest as a sort of wrap-up:

One might expect to see some “strange” things at Comic Con; so far Liz had already seen several interesting cosplays, curious collectible items and a some questionable fan-art, but this was something else entirely. Because now she was looking at a van parked outside the convention with a small crowd having gathered around, something her friend Josie had spotted first and alerted her to. The two had come dressed as Raven and Starfire, with Josie wearing a bright red wig and Liz having no need to do more than wear a purple cloak as the alt girl’s hair was already dyed the appropriate color. So far they’d been enjoying themselves, but the day just had taken a stranger turn than either of them could have imagined. The van wasn’t what stood out to them, rather the four pairs of feet sticking out from underneath a thick curtain. With the exception of the smallest pair of feet clad in black nylon stockings, the others still had boots on them, something that was oddly enough not the most puzzling thing about this whole scene. By the time Liz and Josie had made their way to the van, a woman was already explaining the peculiar spectacle to the group that had gathered thus far, dressed as Superwoman. She seemed totally unbothered by the people’s questioning stares, instead excitingly announcing that she was working with four volunteers who had offered their feet as part of a grand performance that paid homage to some of the more outlandish themes in superhero history. She claimed that this was a special twist on classic medieval “torture techniques”, with superheroes often ending up in bondage and suffering interrogation at the hands of villains. To assure the crowd and put any fears at ease, she stated that this would merely be in good fun and no one would actually be hurt (which wasn’t entirely a lie). Encouraging the closest people to take part in the event by giving the nylon feet a quick tickle that sent the pair jumping, a man dressed as Robin hesitantly dragged his nails along the pair of feet and experienced a similar reaction. Looking to Superwoman for confirmation, the tanned Latina gave him a nod and big smile. “Go right ahead!” This gave the man all the incentive he needed as he used both hands to gently tickle the girl’s feet, which swayed at his touch and kicked a tiny bit. “Wow, this is real.” he said under his breath, fingers gracefully exploring the silky soles as the feet struggled in retaliation. After maybe two minutes, he stepped away for his own sake as his heart was beating rapidly in his chest with excitement, looking back at the crowd with the biggest of smiles. This seemed to persuade more people to give it a try, each one gingerly tickling the small feet that would kick at their touch. “That’s right folks have it!” said Superwoman gleefully, ecstatic that her plan was working. “But don’t forget, there’s more than just one hero to tickle!” With that, she began to unlace the red boot of who seemed like Wonder Woman from this side of the curtain. Some people followed suit and unlaced the other boot, then the shoes were removed entirely. The girl behind the curtain seemed to be surprised by this as her ankles rolled in circles, enticing the ticklers who thought she was inviting them to tickle. They stroked over her black socks with their fingers and it clearly tickled, with her feet wiggling back and forth. Eventually, one of them got tired of just tickling socks and peeled it off to get at the light-skinned sole underneath. “Wowza, this girl’s got some ticklish feet!” commented a girl dressed as Harley Quinn, almost fitting perfectly into the role as a crazed clown girl. “Yes, they all do! Go crazy, she wants you to.” Superwoman said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. This prompted Harley to scribble her fingers all over the foot, sending the girl into a frenzy of muffled laughter. “Coochie coochie coo, I’m gonna get ya!” teased Harley, causing Superwoman’s heart to pump harder and grow flustered at the sight. Meanwhile, Liz was still struggling to make sense of this whole situation, while Josie overcame her hesitancy and prompted Liz to join in on the fun. “C’mon, Lizzie, that looks like it could be fun.” she said with a grin, practically pulling her friend by the arm to the front. “Ooo love your costumes, girls! Care to tickle a pair of pretty feet?” asked Superwoman once she saw them, to which Josie responded, “Um, yes please! This looks like fun.” “Uhh sure, I guess.” said Liz, but her eyes were focused on this mysterious woman who seemed to be looking her up and down. There was more to her than what she appeared, and it made Liz break out in goosebumps. “Great! Here, help me take off these boots. This girl’s got some big, beautiful feet for you to enjoy.” said Superwoman, gesturing at the black thigh-high boots sticking out from under the curtain. Though apprehensive at first, Josie followed the woman’s lead in tugging the leather boot off, and eventually Liz followed too. This was all so weird, she thought, but it seemed like the crowd was into it and Josie was starting to get into it too. With some effort, the boots came off with a plop, revealing a pair of tanned nylons hugging large yet pretty feet. “Ah, there we go!” said Superwoman with delight as she clasped her hands together. “Now then, you girls have fun!” she finished as she moved to help other people take off the last pair of boots, combat and brown. That girl seemed to be putting up the most fight, and Superwoman had to reassure the people that it was all part of the show. Liz’s attention was turned back to the feet before her as Josie nervously reached to tickle them. The foot scrunched and jumped a little, so Josie continued to tickle her with her freshly manicured purple nails. “Ooo she’s very ticklish, this is so surreal.” she whispered in awe, taking the foot in her hands and feeling it, which seemed to calm the girl down a little. “You gotta try this, Liz.” Josie said excitedly, and Liz felt her heart thumping; she liked women, and this was certainly a rare opportunity, even if it was a little odd. So she started to slowly feel up then tickle the other foot, playfully at first, leaning closer. The two friends spent their time working over the arch and beneath the toes, tickling playfully as they were starting to really enjoy themselves, sharing excited grins. That’s when Liz picked up on something Josie said that broke her out of her trance: “Mm is that lemon tang? Hehe this girl must really take good care of her feet.” Suddenly, Liz stopped the tickling and thought back to something she’d seen, something she knew too well. These boots had seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite place them. That’s when she remembered seeing Estelle, a girl she know from college, wearing these same boots and purchasing that very scent of lotion at the store. These had to be her feet, but that didn’t make any sense— this girl didn’t seem like the kind to volunteer for an event like this. She slowly started to piece things together, realizing that these other girls were her friends that she must have come to the convention with. And now her uneasy feeling about Superwoman was making sense. Josie, who had still been tickling at this point, noticed Liz’s sudden change in demeanor and asked, “Lizzie, is everything okay?” Liz, not wanting to draw attention to themselves, grabbed Josie’s hand and quietly said, “We need to go.” Josie, never one to doubt her friend even if she seemed uncertain, cautiously followed Liz as the two stood up and started to walk away. “Aww leaving so soon?” asked Superwoman as other people were still tickling the remaining pairs of feet. “Umm yes, s-sorry! It’s just that we have to use the restroom but we’ll be right back.” Liz said nervously, to which Superwoman smiled as she turned back to help the other guests tickle away. Once they were far enough away, Liz explained her suspicions to Josie, who was shocked and insisted that they tell somebody about what was happening. Liz took one last look at the overly-eager Superwoman fixated on all the feet being tickled and knew that something was wrong. “Yeah, let’s get security over here. But we gotta hurry, hopefully someone can get to the bottom of this.” she said as Raven and Starfire quickly made their way through the comic con to find help. Superwoman meanwhile was enjoying herself to no end, truly in disbelief that she’d gotten this far, excited to share her enjoyment with so many others, even if it all had to end soon…