EmeraldBlazer
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Time had passed quickly in the town of Chippewa, Michigan. While some things came and went, other things had not really changed. Though everyone was a year older, one could argue that this did not mean everyone was a year wiser.
Lindsay Weir clenched the sides of her green army jacket together as she sped down the road in Kim’s Gremlin. The car, if you could call it that, clunked down the street at top speed, which was only a few miles over the posted speed limit. The November air was brisk, and Lindsay has wished she had thrown on something heavier than her short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. Only yesterday, the weather had been slightly muggy.
The surprise of Kim Kelly knocking on her window had left her feeling startled and uneasy. It wasn’t until she had already climbed out her window and gotten in the car that she realized how cold it was.
Damn Michigan weather, Lindsay thought to herself. Leaving her annoyance behind her, her thoughts quickly turned to the situation at hand.
“Kim,” said Lindsay timidly. “Is this going to take long? My parents think I’m still in the house.”
“Man, Lindsay. Relax,” Kim said knowingly. “You spent a whole summer without them knowing where you were. Is another half a day going to make them think less of you?”
Lindsay became defensive.
“Yeah, well I’ve been on thin ice with them ever since, so the impulsive running out thing really doesn’t seem to cut it,” she sighed. All of a sudden Lindsay’s super-computer brain backtracked over Kim’s data. “Wait, I’m going to be gone the rest of the afternoon?”
“Try rest of the evening,” laughed Kim. “You are now my prisoner, Lindsay.”
Lindsay didn’t know what to think. “How so?” she asked.
“Because,” Kim continued. “I never got you a birthday present earlier this week. And I’m going to make it up to you.”
“Is it a pack of cigarettes, Kim?” asked a startled Lindsay. “Because I have said before, I’m not smoking. Not living in that house. Just because I’m eighteen now…”
“Nope,” Kim interrupted. “Better. It’s the same gift Daniel got me when I turned eighteen.”
Lindsay pondered, “I shudder to think what Daniel got you.”
“Fine,” said Kim, giving in. “You and I… are going to trip together.”
“Trip?” Lindsay questioned, slowly understanding. “You mean… Are we going to do acid? Kim! I said I don’t want to!”
Kim took her eyes off the road. “How do you call yourself a Deadhead if you never dropped acid, Lindsay?”
“I remember you doing it,” said Lindsay. “You were out of control.”
“Linds, this is a special occasion,” she persuaded. “You need it. You’ve been so uptight lately. All this college application stuff is making you insane. I promise, I’ll be there to help.”
Lindsay turned to the passenger window and noticed they were long gone from the suburbs and heading down a deserted county road. Everything was shrouded in trees. The sun peeked in from the clouds, beginning the transition to evening. Lindsay turned back.
“So,” she began. “You’re sure this is going to be safe, right? And I’m not going to get caught?”
Kim’s excitement exploded from her as she reached over and hugged Lindsay with her right arm. The car swerved for a moment on the road and went back into the correct lane.
“You’re gonna love it, Lindsay!” she laughed. “No one will be around, I promise. I’ve done it out here almost a dozen times now.”
Lindsay still was visibly nervous. She comforted herself by asking questions.
“So, do you have it on you?” she mentioned under her breath. “Can I see it?”
“Sorry,” said Kim. “It’s like the bowling alley. Everything we need is at the location.”
“Ok…” began Lindsay. “And where is the location again?”
“His name is Robbie,” continued Kim. “Dude is awesome. He owns about thirty acres of forest around here. We aren’t gonna be bothered at all.”
Kim pulled onto a nearly invisible path off the road. The car began to twist and turn, heading slowly uphill. After an awed silence at all of the greenery around them, the car finally parked in front of a modest little house, complete with gravel driveway and a wide, open backyard. The view was staggering. Lindsay and Kim got out of the car and slowly paced to the door.
“He’s expecting us, right?” asked Lindsay uneasily.
“Oh yeah,” reassured Kim. “I talked to him this morning.”
Lindsay nodded. As she did, another thought sped into her brain.
“Kim, you don’t have any money,” Lindsay said. “How are you going to pay for this?”
Kim kept shuffling forward. She hesitated to speak. The two got to the door. Lindsay stared at Kim, expecting an answer. Kim knocked twice.
“It’s not a big deal,” said Kim calmly. “Robbie gives out the stuff for free to girls.”
Lindsay stared confusedly. “How does he afford to do that?”
Kim regained her attitude. “We just have to do him a favor for the first half hour or so.”
Lindsay was taken aback. Kim read her mind.
“No,” she said with an eye roll. “There’s no sex. Of any kind. On anybody. Don’t worry about it. Just do what he says and then we have free range of his stash and land for as long as we want.”
Just as Kim finished talking, Robbie opened the front door. He was a laid back looking guy, less than a foot taller than the two girls and not much older looking. His dark brown hair had a stylized unkempt look to it. Though skinny, Robbie seemed to work out a little bit, having a build that gave him structure, while not showing off any muscles. He had light bags under his eyes and clothes well suited for lounging around the house. His feet were bare.
“Kim! How’s it goin’?” he said with a slight stoner drawl to his words. He extended his hand to a friendly handshake.
“’Sup, Robbie,” replied Kim. “This is Lindsay.”
Robbie glanced over. Lindsay stood with her eyes staring at the doormat. She forced her self to look up, her hair concealing part of her eye contact. Robbie smiled welcomingly and extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Lindsay,” he smiled. “Come on in. I’m glad you guys came over!”
Lindsay followed Kim into the house. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Every source of light came from the windows, which had the late afternoon sun glaring down onto the floor. The house had some messes here and there, but nothing that Lindsay would have called filthy. She had definitely been to shadier places with Kim. The thing that surprised Lindsay the most was how empty the place felt. The living room looked like it took up the majority of the house. All of the furniture was pushed to one side of the room to create an isolated living space near the back of the room. A large, brown L-shaped sofa created the boundaries. There was a TV and a cool, blue lamp on oak side tables on either side of the ends of the couch. A door, which looked to lead to the kitchen, was situated nearby at the back, near the right.
In the back of the left wall was another doorway, probably leading to the rest of the house. Placed in the middle of the left wall were two tables, pushed against the wall and only a foot from one another. They stretched out lengthwise toward the back of the couch. A large singular cloth was draped neatly over both of them, with no knick-knacks or anything on top.
Lindsay followed Robbie and Kim past these awkward tables to the couch. As she passed, she noticed they were both bolted to the floor.
Robbie sat in the middle of one side of the couch. Kim and Lindsay sat next to one another on the other length.
“This place seems kind of empty,” said Lindsay. “Are you moving?”
“Nah,” said Robbie nonchalantly. “I enjoy isolation out here. I used to live in the big city. Too crowded for my taste. This is much more my style. Wide open forests that I can roam to my heart’s content.”
“Huh,” said Lindsay. “I guess that would be nice. Not having to worry about trouble. So what do you do?”
Robbie chuckled loudly. “Well, I’m kind of a dealer.”
Kim giggled quietly at Robbie’s joke.
“Oh,” said Lindsay, feeling like an idiot, “I guess that makes sense.”
“I don’t know if you’ve ever tripped out in the woods before,” said Robbie. “But it’s a magical experience. The forest moves with you, interacting with you, like it knows how you feel, and then acts accordingly.”
“You wanna join us, Robbie?” asked Kim.
Lindsay froze. This guy? With her while she was at her most vulnerable? She didn’t even know him. What if this was all an act? Could she trust Kim’s judgment? Wasn’t this her birthday present? All of these questions raced through her head simultaneously.
“Nah, I’m cool,” said Robbie, with an, appropriately, cool attitude. “I don’t take the strong stuff but every three months. Gotta space it out. Enjoy it and not let is become watered down to you. But you girls, go nuts for all I care.”
Lindsay breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
“Well,” Robbie went on. “You guys didn’t come here to listen to me talk. Kim, you know my usual offer still stands…”
His eyes went down to her Chuck’s and slowly made their way up her body and back to her eyes.
“…especially for a great client like you.”
Kim played flirty, feigning a blush. “Oh, stop, Robbie.”
“Oh, I mean it, Kim. Trust me. I’m ripping you off.”
Lindsay looked to the floor in fear. Why did he use the word rip? She looked back up to see Robbie staring right at her.
“Why about you, Lindsay?” he asked. “Same offer. And Kim will vouch for me. No funny stuff. A half hour tops.”
Lindsay looked over to Kim, who was returning the glance. Lindsay opened her mouth to speak, but Kim had already recognized what she was going to say.
“She…” Kim spoke over Lindsay. “…will do it.”
“Awesome!” said Robbie calmly, rising to his feet. “We’re gonna have fun. Okay, let’s see. Lindsay, just have a seat on the left table. Kim, relax stomach down on the right. It’s padded and soft now.”
“God, finally!” exclaimed Kim.
Robbie slowly worked his way over to the tables. He yanked the blanked from the top of them the way a magician might do so in a magic act. With the covering in hand, he walked out of sight into the doorway near the tables.
Lindsay quickly shot Kim a look. “I am so scared right now,” she said.
“Linds,” Kim sighed patronizingly. “This is the last time I am telling you to calm down today. We are going to have a lot of fun. Let’s just get this part out of the way and try to enjoy it.”
Lindsay fired back, “I can’t enjoy it, Kim, because I don’t what it is!”
“The more you keep waiting for it to be over, the longer it feels,” Kim said, taking off her jacket. “The best way to get through it is act like we have all the time in the world. And we do. Now go sit down.”
Lindsay didn’t know what else to say. Her super-smart brain just seemed to stop. With no words on the tip of her tongue, she simply obeyed.
She made her way to the isolated tables on the other side of the room. The interior of the house was getting dark. It was so dark, that she could not make out the black metal thing bolted above her table near the ceiling. She seated herself on the table, leaning against the wall, and watched as Kim removed her shirt. She had nothing but a thin undershirt over her bra. Lindsay looked near her ankles at the end of the table and noticed leather circles hooked into each corner. They were in the corners near her butt, too.
Kim ruffled her long, blonde hair and laid face down on the padded right table. The tips of her Chucks tapped the wall. She crossed her arms and rested, looking like she was going to fall asleep. Lindsay hated the silence.
“So, Kim,” she started, fishing for a clue. “How does Daniel feel about this?”
“Pssh,” Kim uttered in an annoyed tone. “Daniel knows this is my me time. He doesn’t know how I get it, but he sure as hell wouldn’t pay for it. Stingy bastard.”
The room lights came on and Robbie walked in the room whistling. In his hands, he carried a nondescript box that could’ve fit under his bed. He set it down at the foot of the two tables and smiled.
“You girls alright?” asked Robbie nicely.
“Peachy,” muttered Kim, still looking as if she were falling asleep. Lindsay wished she could stay that relaxed.
“Sweet,” replied Robbie. “Kim, I’m gonna start with you first, since I know what to expect.”
Kim stayed in her place. “Fine.”
Robbie dug through the box and walked over to Lindsay’s right side.
“I thought Kim was first,” Lindsay blurted out.
“Yeah,” said Robbie. “But I’m gonna set you both up first, so I don’t have to stop in the middle. That’d be a buzz kill.”
Robbie unhooked the leather cuff from its place on the table and looped it around Lindsay’s wrist. He tightened it delicately and went to the other side of the table, doing the same thing. As Robbie fumbled through the box, Lindsay gave her wrists a once-over. There was a little metal triangle on each one that hung off the cuff. Not much else to them. All of a sudden, a chain swung in front of her face.
“Whoa, sorry!” said Robbie. “My bad.”
Lindsay looked to the black metal loop above her with a chain passing through it. Robbie attached the chain to Lindsay’s cuffs and produced a padlock from nowhere. Before she could react, he locked it into place.
“Uh, Robbie…” Lindsay whispered hesitantly.
“I promise,” Robbie echoed reassuringly. “No pain. No private parts.”
He pulled the chain, vaulting Lindsay’s arms above her head. The other end of the chain locked into place somewhere on the floor that Lindsay couldn’t see. Robbie then quickly wrapped cuffs around her ankles, just above the socks. Her legs were locked into place as well, just in front of her. Lindsay felt a churning in her stomach. She couldn’t move at all.
“Alright,” Robbie said. “We’re all set here. Ready, Kim?”
Kim let out a long sigh. “Sure.”
Robbie moved his mysterious box to Kim’s table. From within, he pulled out a rope.
Robbie chuckled. “I’ve gotten better, you know. Shouldn’t get out like last time.”
“Uh huh,” Kim chimed in. “We’ll see, Mr. Strong Man.”
Robbie wrapped the rope around Kim’s ankles with rapid speed, and then pulled them into a tight knot. With the same rope, he twisted and turned it around Kim’s wrists until she was in a hogtie position.
“At least you padded the table this time,” she complained.
“Yeah yeah,” Robbie chimed in. “Let’s get started then.”
Lindsay watched as Robbie slowly untied Kim’s Chucks, one at a time, and removed them from her feet. He let them fall to the floor.
“Hey! Be careful with those!” Kim barked.
Robbie ran his palms over Kim’s yellow-socked feet. He went back and forth, back and forth.
“I didn’t know this was going to be a massage,” Kim said with confidence. “You can keep doing that if you want.”
Robbie chuckled. “Don’t think you’ll be getting off that easy.”
He peeled the socks from her feet slowly, revealing her smooth soles directly in front of him. The inside-out socks were tossed to the ground.
Kim turned her head back as far as she could. “I know you will be.”
Robbie gave her a devilish smile. “Oh yeah?”
He lunged her bare feet and dragged his nails over her delicate bottoms. Kim’s head bucked upward in howling laughter.
“Noahahhahahahahaha!” she cried in laughter. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Hahaha!”
Lindsay froze in terror. Ever so delicately, she began to shift her body and slide her wrists from the straps. When this didn’t work, she began to tug harder and more noticeably.
“God dammit,” Kim breathed heavily. “I forgot how bad it was.”
“Good,” said Robbie with a smirk. He kept his eyes on Kim. “And Lindsay, I’ve never had anyone get out of the straps, so don’t bother trying.”
Lindsay’s heart pounded. Kim cried in laughter once more. Robbie was biting her toes playfully.
“You ba-hahahahahaha-stard,” yelped Kim. “Ha ha ha!”
“Keep calling me names,” teased Robbie. “And see what happens.”
Lindsay could see tears starting to roll from Kim’s eyes. Kim chuckled through her teeth as Robbie began to slow down his pace. Her eyes were locked tight. Robbie began to start up again, running his tongue up and down Kim’s velvety arches. Kim howled, trying to roll of the table. Robbie continued as he wrapped her tied legs tightly in the grip of his arm like a sleeper hold.
“Stop stop stop!” Kim cried out between deep bellows of laughter. “I need a break!”
“Tell me I’ve gotten better,” said Robbie with a smirk.
“You have! Youhavyouhave! Oh my god! Hahahahahaha!”
Robbie pushed her legs away as Kim rolled on her side to take in deep breaths. As she panted, she looked over to Lindsay, who seemed very pink in her dark green army jacket. They gave each other a glance, neither knowing what to say. They were in this together, and Lindsay’s time was clearly going to be very soon. Lindsay knew she wanted to be mad at Kim, but she was too worried about how badly this was going to tickle. Her brother Sam used to poke at her feet when they were much younger, and it would send Lindsay into hysterics. Besides, she couldn’t stay mad at Kim when she was in position of such desperation. The look that Kim had in her eyes made Lindsay think that behind the tough exterior, there was a sense of apology that she was trying to communicate telepathically. The glance was broken when Robbie lurched his hands into Kim’s freshly shaved underarms, as if from nowhere.
Kim let out a delighted squeal.
“Oh-hohohoho my god!” she cried out. “Ha! Hahaha!”
Kim’s voice trailed into indecipherable noise of both laughter and what seemed to be pleading.
Lindsay watched, having nothing else to stare at in this barren house that could take her mind off of her predicament. She wiggled her toes in her shoes. Kim has that little bit of extra body fat, she thought, so I bet her skin is very smooth. She turned to Robbie, who she suddenly realized was gazing at her. He smiled at her with a friendly turn of his mouth, which somehow came off in no way threatening to Lindsay. Lindsay tried to smile back politely, but instead her mouth just hung there with her classic Lindsay stare of concern. Robbie took notice and smiled, turning back to Kim, who was still in hysterics and bucking wildly. Lindsay hoped she wouldn’t crash to the floor.
“Gimme a break, Robbie!” she squealed in between gasps. “Breakbreakbreak!”
“Sorry, Kim,” he taunted. “I just gave you a break. But you can choose. Underarms or feet.”
Kim cackled and she tried to squirm free. “I…uh…”
“Or,” said Robbie. “We could tickle your…sides!”
With that, Robbie jerked his hands downward and went under Kim’s shirt in a flash. He went up and down, getting both her ribcage and love handles in quick swoops. Kim screamed in laughter. Lindsay thought she was having a hard time breathing. Her eyes bulged from her sockets.
“Feet! Feet! Pleeeeeeease!” she gasped.
“You asked for it,” Robbie chimed in.
Robbie remained at her sides, obviously enjoying his work. He went up and down, up and down, scrambling his fingers in every direction.
“Hurry up!” Kim yelled.
“Hey,” said Robbie. “I. Don’t. Owe. You. Anything.”
With each word, he poked her sides, caused her to jerk at each tough. He began grabbing her skin in random patches, each time causing an outburst.
“This is a favor, Kim. Not a right,” he said seductively. “Don’t ruin my fun. I am going to get my money’s worth.”
Robbie leaned to her feet and began to gnaw on them like a wild animal that hadn’t eaten in weeks. Kim’s laughter shifted back to full belly laughs. It seemed as though there was a strange mix between hatred and enjoyment of the sensations. Her feet would clench, but then Robbie would just move his frantic fingers into the crevices, causing them to spread wide open. Kim didn’t stand a chance.
Robbie reach out and began to pinch Kim’s lower bottom with his fingers, as if they were lobster claws. This sensation caused Kim to come out of her giggle coma and arch her back enough to lift her off the table, like a snake ready to strike. Lindsay could see a wide, shocked, smiley expression on her face. It drove her wild.
“AHHHHH-HAHAHAHAHA!” she screamed. “How dare AHHHHH! How dare you touch MY BUTT! AHH!”
“It’s hardly your butt,” Robbie said, continuing to poke and prod. “I would call it upper leg, really.”
He ran his fingers over her soles a few more times, making Kim fall back on the table in a giggle fit. When he finished, she lay there breathing heavily. Her face was mashed against the table; her muscles relaxed. He ran a finger over her one more time, causing her to breathe in and releasing it, knowing she was done.
Lindsay felt relief wash over her, having seen her friend subjected to such an insane ritual. Then, she felt a knot. Even though her butt was firmly protected from the weight of her body, she realized that he underarms were more exposed, reaching up high to the ceiling above her. Furthermore, her feet were stretched out in front of her and locked into place, meaning no matter how much she wiggled, she wouldn’t roll off the table…or escape.
As Lindsay looked down at her feet, still strapped in but still safe in her shoes, she felt a stare from the corner of her eye. She turned and Robbie was glancing at her calmly, leaning on the table where Kim still was recovering from her ordeal. He sauntered toward her feet slowly.
“Sorry about that last part, Lindsay,” he said nicely. “I realize you are a different type of girl than Kim. You’re also new. I got carried away with her just because we are so familiar. I won’t go beyond any of the usual stuff with you, I promise.”
“Um, okay,” said Lindsay with hesitation. “Guess I won’t have anything to worry about.”
Robbie smiled devilishly as he began to untie her shoelaces. “Oh, just because I’m not going to violate you doesn’t mean you have nothing to worry about.”
Lindsay’s heart began to beat. Her skin turned whiter than it already was.
“I…I don’t think I want to go through with this,” she stuttered.
“Too late for that,” said Robbie. “I already had my warm up. We’re doing this.”
He removed Lindsay’s shoes. Her white-socked feet felt the cool air.
“Hey,” she said, determined. “You do anything and I’ll report you.”
Robbie laughed. “And say what Lindsay? You came here to begin with because you wanted to buy drugs?”
“It wasn’t me. It was Kim.”
“Sure, Lindsay,” Robbie went on, peeling the first sock over her heel. “You just tell them that. See what they have to say about that. Do your parents know you are here?”
Lindsay’s stomach sunk again. This was about to happen. No one could help her now.
“I would just enjoy it, Lindsay,” Robbie continued. “Once it’s done, it will be done. You’ll get over it quickly and I doubt there will be any hard feelings. People tend to forget how bad it feels in the moment when they are done. Ask Kim.”
Kim lay there on the table, still in a daze. She rubbed her head on the mat, trying to scratch it and wipe the sweat at the same time.
Robbie went on. “And afterwards, you have full reign of my property. It’s all fun after this. And with no debt to your pocketbook either. You couldn’t ask for a better deal.”
He began to rub Lindsay’s exposed heel seductively, like the massage he began on with Kim. He then slowly scratched his fingers over it. Lindsay gasped and clenched her foot tight. She tried to pull it toward her, but it was going nowhere. Robbie removed the rest of the sock, exposing her long, pale foot. There was no polish or anything done to it, but it was well taken care of nonetheless. It was sheltered from the elements, just like Lindsay Weir, sensitive to any force that could be inflicted upon it.
“You have nice feet,” said Robbie with a friendly smile.
Lindsay didn’t know what to say. “Uh, thanks.”
Robbie’s palm moved slowly up and down the arch, skin on skin. He seemed to enjoy it. Without warning, Robbie leaned in and began to kiss her feet up and down. Lindsay squirmed, trying to set aside the strange sensations she was experiencing. There was nothing like it. This continued for several minutes before she felt a quick flick going up her sole. She shrieked. Immediately, she realized it had been Robbie’s tongue. The second sock whipped off her other foot, as if a magician had just ripped the tablecloth from under a set of china. It was there, and then suddenly it was gone.
“Hey, Lindsay,” said Robbie, appearing from below the table.
Lindsay turned her attention from the ceiling to his face.
“It looks like you have something on the bottom of your feet,” he said with a sly smirk. “Allow me to get that off for you.”
Robbie had gone from level one straight to level ten. His fingers flew across the bottom of her soles, as if at a typewriter. They scratched like a million little spiders. Lindsay’s surprise and laughter burst from her intensely.
“Wha-hahahahahaha! No! Noooooo-hahahahahah! Sta-hahahahahah-ap!” she cried.
She kicked her feet back and forth, scrunched her toes, and even twirled her ankles round and round, but there was no escaping from Robbie’s fingers. He was a pro. Her feet went duck footed and her legs tensed so badly that she felt her knees starting to bend in the other direction. No matter what she did, the ticklish sensations rushed through her.
“Robbiiiiiiiieeeee! Heeheehheeheeeehahahahaaaaaha! Quit it! Quit it! Quit! Hahaha!” laughed Lindsay, trying to catch any breath she could.
Robbie’s fingers went on mercilessly, sometimes working the balls of her feet, sometimes the heel, and especially everything in between. Most of the time it was moving so fast, Lindsay couldn’t even process where he was. All she felt was his tingling wrath.
Her laughs then became breathless. All she wore was a gaping mouth with no sound coming out of it, still with a smile. Her eyes clasped shut.
Robbie stopped the torment, causing her to slump back and catch her breath.
“Robbie…” she said with all her might. “I can’t take this. I think my skin is too sen….”
Before she could even finish, Robbie began to suck her toes on her right foot, flicking his tongue over the bottoms of her toes.
“AHHHHH-hahahahaha,” she bursted out. “Stopstopstopstopstop-hahahahaha!”
Robbie continued while bring back his notorious wiggling fingers over everything his mouth couldn’t reach. Lindsay had never felt so immobile; so helpless. Her laugher echoed loud and clear through the room, as Kim turned her weary head to watch the action. Lindsay couldn’t even return a glance while so caught up in the torture, let alone one as apathetic as Kim’s. Tears began to swell up in her eyes.
When Robbie had finished having his way with her soles, he slinked onto the table, placing his knees on either side of Lindsay’s thighs. The two were nearly face-to-face. He began to caress her sides.
“Having fun?” he teased.
Lindsay still was retrieving the last of her breath. “Please, Robbie. You got me. I can’t do this anymore.”
“I’m not going to get you too badly, Linds,” he said with a smirk. “I know it can be a lot for first timers.”
Lindsay let out a sarcastic scoff. “If this is beginners level, I would hate to see pro.”
“Maybe just a taste then,” he spouted, throwing his hands under his shirt and attacking her ribs.
Lindsay screamed, which quickly turned to a shriek, then in a fit of giggles. Kim raised an eyebrow at her manic friend. Lindsay’s skin felt nice to Robbie’s fingertips. He especially loved Lindsay’s range of facial expressions and the small jerks she would make with her hips. He started grabbing her with small little pinches with his lobster claws. They went lower and lower, giving Lindsay little electric shocks of excitement, which drove her crazy. Suddenly, with no warning, Robbie darted his hands into the bends of her legs.
“Oh NOhohohohohohohohoho!” she cried, throwing her head forward into Robbie’s chest. Her mouth was hanging open, about to drool. “Not theeerreeeeherherherhehrherhahahahahaha.”
“Should I go to the underarms then?” asked Robbie with charm, still continuing his attack on her inner thighs.
Lindsay cackled on, apparently too caught up to use her brain.
“Lindsay,” he prodded. “Underarms?”
Through her laughter, she was able to produce a quick, barely audible, “yes.” Robbie seemed more than happy to oblige. He darted his wild fingers up her shirt, exposing her belly and the underside of her bra. As they made contact, Lindsay’s eyes lit up, throwing herself back against the wall in stitches.
“Oh no!” she laughed. “MahahahahahahahaahahahaaHAHAHAhahahahaha!”
Lindsay tried to pull her arms down, but to no avail. She helplessly gave in to Robbie’s sensations. He had broken her. She let him do as he pleased.
Robbie played with his tickle toy’s underarms for a few more minutes before slowly dismounting her and walking to the end of the table.
As she panted from exhaustion, Robbie gave her feet one last tickle for a couple of seconds. Lindsay’s laughs were very breathy. He then unbuckled her straps, causing each appendage to flop down like a ragdoll. Robbie walked over to Kim, gave her feet one last kiss, tongue included, causing her to wriggle with a small grin on her face. With a quick flick of his wrist, Kim’s hogtie was undone, causing her arms and legs to fall as quickly as Lindsay’s. He reached into his pocket and threw a small plastic container between Lindsay’s slumped legs. With that, he walked into his shadowy hallway, flicked on a light, and shut a door behind him, with a lock click following.
There was a long pause in the room. Both girls lay on their respective tables exhausted. Kim was the first to sit up, slowly coming to.
Lindsay turned her head to Kim. “Hey, Kim.”
Kim stared back.
Lindsay took a moment to find her words. “Fuck you.”
Kim let it sink in, as she stood barefoot next to her table. “Where did he put my shoes and socks?”
“They’re over here,” said Lindsay sitting up, peering down the side. She pulled a foot onto the table and began messaging it.
“So,” began Kim. “You wanna take that or what?” She pointed to the little container between Lindsay’s thighs.
“I kind of just want to go home,” she whispered.
Kim didn’t raise her usual attitude. “Yeah…well…I just didn’t want this all to be for nothing.”
Lindsay thought. “Can we come back another day?”
“Yeah,” said Kim. “If you want to do this again.”
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Lindsay and Kim walked further into the woods. Lindsay remembered what Kim had said and tried to stay calm. This was probably the worst thing she had ever done. She couldn’t believe how different her life was only a few years ago.
“Liiiiiiiindsssssssss, c’mon,” called Kim. “There’s a clearing right over here.
The two walked ahead, Lindsay still trying to put everything into perspective. The drugs weren’t helping. Then, she reached the clearing.
The grass was tall, moving in every direction and bending, as if each blade had a mind of its own. They wiggled menacingly in the girls’ direction. Feathers trickled down from the trees and whirled in circles in several light tornados. Girls’ laughter echoed from whereabouts unknown.
Lindsay began to worry. What was this? The drugs?
Kim walked forward, seemingly unaware of this madness. Just as Lindsay was about to call to her, she noticed that Kim was barefoot. Lindsay looked down. She was barefoot, too. How? A small blade of grass suddenly leapt at her foot, tickling between two of her toes. Lindsay shrieked, jumping backwards. Up ahead, the long grasses attacked Kim, lifting clothes and attacking bare spots of her skin. She jumped backwards and fell over, causing every blade of grass around her to attack. Lindsay could no longer see her due to their dense obstruction. All she heard was Kim rolling into fits of laughter.
Lindsay turned around with a dazed look on her face. The path was gone. I wonder how long this takes to wear off, she thought to herself.
At this point, it seemed the worst part might not be over.
THE END
Lindsay Weir clenched the sides of her green army jacket together as she sped down the road in Kim’s Gremlin. The car, if you could call it that, clunked down the street at top speed, which was only a few miles over the posted speed limit. The November air was brisk, and Lindsay has wished she had thrown on something heavier than her short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. Only yesterday, the weather had been slightly muggy.
The surprise of Kim Kelly knocking on her window had left her feeling startled and uneasy. It wasn’t until she had already climbed out her window and gotten in the car that she realized how cold it was.
Damn Michigan weather, Lindsay thought to herself. Leaving her annoyance behind her, her thoughts quickly turned to the situation at hand.
“Kim,” said Lindsay timidly. “Is this going to take long? My parents think I’m still in the house.”
“Man, Lindsay. Relax,” Kim said knowingly. “You spent a whole summer without them knowing where you were. Is another half a day going to make them think less of you?”
Lindsay became defensive.
“Yeah, well I’ve been on thin ice with them ever since, so the impulsive running out thing really doesn’t seem to cut it,” she sighed. All of a sudden Lindsay’s super-computer brain backtracked over Kim’s data. “Wait, I’m going to be gone the rest of the afternoon?”
“Try rest of the evening,” laughed Kim. “You are now my prisoner, Lindsay.”
Lindsay didn’t know what to think. “How so?” she asked.
“Because,” Kim continued. “I never got you a birthday present earlier this week. And I’m going to make it up to you.”
“Is it a pack of cigarettes, Kim?” asked a startled Lindsay. “Because I have said before, I’m not smoking. Not living in that house. Just because I’m eighteen now…”
“Nope,” Kim interrupted. “Better. It’s the same gift Daniel got me when I turned eighteen.”
Lindsay pondered, “I shudder to think what Daniel got you.”
“Fine,” said Kim, giving in. “You and I… are going to trip together.”
“Trip?” Lindsay questioned, slowly understanding. “You mean… Are we going to do acid? Kim! I said I don’t want to!”
Kim took her eyes off the road. “How do you call yourself a Deadhead if you never dropped acid, Lindsay?”
“I remember you doing it,” said Lindsay. “You were out of control.”
“Linds, this is a special occasion,” she persuaded. “You need it. You’ve been so uptight lately. All this college application stuff is making you insane. I promise, I’ll be there to help.”
Lindsay turned to the passenger window and noticed they were long gone from the suburbs and heading down a deserted county road. Everything was shrouded in trees. The sun peeked in from the clouds, beginning the transition to evening. Lindsay turned back.
“So,” she began. “You’re sure this is going to be safe, right? And I’m not going to get caught?”
Kim’s excitement exploded from her as she reached over and hugged Lindsay with her right arm. The car swerved for a moment on the road and went back into the correct lane.
“You’re gonna love it, Lindsay!” she laughed. “No one will be around, I promise. I’ve done it out here almost a dozen times now.”
Lindsay still was visibly nervous. She comforted herself by asking questions.
“So, do you have it on you?” she mentioned under her breath. “Can I see it?”
“Sorry,” said Kim. “It’s like the bowling alley. Everything we need is at the location.”
“Ok…” began Lindsay. “And where is the location again?”
“His name is Robbie,” continued Kim. “Dude is awesome. He owns about thirty acres of forest around here. We aren’t gonna be bothered at all.”
Kim pulled onto a nearly invisible path off the road. The car began to twist and turn, heading slowly uphill. After an awed silence at all of the greenery around them, the car finally parked in front of a modest little house, complete with gravel driveway and a wide, open backyard. The view was staggering. Lindsay and Kim got out of the car and slowly paced to the door.
“He’s expecting us, right?” asked Lindsay uneasily.
“Oh yeah,” reassured Kim. “I talked to him this morning.”
Lindsay nodded. As she did, another thought sped into her brain.
“Kim, you don’t have any money,” Lindsay said. “How are you going to pay for this?”
Kim kept shuffling forward. She hesitated to speak. The two got to the door. Lindsay stared at Kim, expecting an answer. Kim knocked twice.
“It’s not a big deal,” said Kim calmly. “Robbie gives out the stuff for free to girls.”
Lindsay stared confusedly. “How does he afford to do that?”
Kim regained her attitude. “We just have to do him a favor for the first half hour or so.”
Lindsay was taken aback. Kim read her mind.
“No,” she said with an eye roll. “There’s no sex. Of any kind. On anybody. Don’t worry about it. Just do what he says and then we have free range of his stash and land for as long as we want.”
Just as Kim finished talking, Robbie opened the front door. He was a laid back looking guy, less than a foot taller than the two girls and not much older looking. His dark brown hair had a stylized unkempt look to it. Though skinny, Robbie seemed to work out a little bit, having a build that gave him structure, while not showing off any muscles. He had light bags under his eyes and clothes well suited for lounging around the house. His feet were bare.
“Kim! How’s it goin’?” he said with a slight stoner drawl to his words. He extended his hand to a friendly handshake.
“’Sup, Robbie,” replied Kim. “This is Lindsay.”
Robbie glanced over. Lindsay stood with her eyes staring at the doormat. She forced her self to look up, her hair concealing part of her eye contact. Robbie smiled welcomingly and extended his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Lindsay,” he smiled. “Come on in. I’m glad you guys came over!”
Lindsay followed Kim into the house. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Every source of light came from the windows, which had the late afternoon sun glaring down onto the floor. The house had some messes here and there, but nothing that Lindsay would have called filthy. She had definitely been to shadier places with Kim. The thing that surprised Lindsay the most was how empty the place felt. The living room looked like it took up the majority of the house. All of the furniture was pushed to one side of the room to create an isolated living space near the back of the room. A large, brown L-shaped sofa created the boundaries. There was a TV and a cool, blue lamp on oak side tables on either side of the ends of the couch. A door, which looked to lead to the kitchen, was situated nearby at the back, near the right.
In the back of the left wall was another doorway, probably leading to the rest of the house. Placed in the middle of the left wall were two tables, pushed against the wall and only a foot from one another. They stretched out lengthwise toward the back of the couch. A large singular cloth was draped neatly over both of them, with no knick-knacks or anything on top.
Lindsay followed Robbie and Kim past these awkward tables to the couch. As she passed, she noticed they were both bolted to the floor.
Robbie sat in the middle of one side of the couch. Kim and Lindsay sat next to one another on the other length.
“This place seems kind of empty,” said Lindsay. “Are you moving?”
“Nah,” said Robbie nonchalantly. “I enjoy isolation out here. I used to live in the big city. Too crowded for my taste. This is much more my style. Wide open forests that I can roam to my heart’s content.”
“Huh,” said Lindsay. “I guess that would be nice. Not having to worry about trouble. So what do you do?”
Robbie chuckled loudly. “Well, I’m kind of a dealer.”
Kim giggled quietly at Robbie’s joke.
“Oh,” said Lindsay, feeling like an idiot, “I guess that makes sense.”
“I don’t know if you’ve ever tripped out in the woods before,” said Robbie. “But it’s a magical experience. The forest moves with you, interacting with you, like it knows how you feel, and then acts accordingly.”
“You wanna join us, Robbie?” asked Kim.
Lindsay froze. This guy? With her while she was at her most vulnerable? She didn’t even know him. What if this was all an act? Could she trust Kim’s judgment? Wasn’t this her birthday present? All of these questions raced through her head simultaneously.
“Nah, I’m cool,” said Robbie, with an, appropriately, cool attitude. “I don’t take the strong stuff but every three months. Gotta space it out. Enjoy it and not let is become watered down to you. But you girls, go nuts for all I care.”
Lindsay breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
“Well,” Robbie went on. “You guys didn’t come here to listen to me talk. Kim, you know my usual offer still stands…”
His eyes went down to her Chuck’s and slowly made their way up her body and back to her eyes.
“…especially for a great client like you.”
Kim played flirty, feigning a blush. “Oh, stop, Robbie.”
“Oh, I mean it, Kim. Trust me. I’m ripping you off.”
Lindsay looked to the floor in fear. Why did he use the word rip? She looked back up to see Robbie staring right at her.
“Why about you, Lindsay?” he asked. “Same offer. And Kim will vouch for me. No funny stuff. A half hour tops.”
Lindsay looked over to Kim, who was returning the glance. Lindsay opened her mouth to speak, but Kim had already recognized what she was going to say.
“She…” Kim spoke over Lindsay. “…will do it.”
“Awesome!” said Robbie calmly, rising to his feet. “We’re gonna have fun. Okay, let’s see. Lindsay, just have a seat on the left table. Kim, relax stomach down on the right. It’s padded and soft now.”
“God, finally!” exclaimed Kim.
Robbie slowly worked his way over to the tables. He yanked the blanked from the top of them the way a magician might do so in a magic act. With the covering in hand, he walked out of sight into the doorway near the tables.
Lindsay quickly shot Kim a look. “I am so scared right now,” she said.
“Linds,” Kim sighed patronizingly. “This is the last time I am telling you to calm down today. We are going to have a lot of fun. Let’s just get this part out of the way and try to enjoy it.”
Lindsay fired back, “I can’t enjoy it, Kim, because I don’t what it is!”
“The more you keep waiting for it to be over, the longer it feels,” Kim said, taking off her jacket. “The best way to get through it is act like we have all the time in the world. And we do. Now go sit down.”
Lindsay didn’t know what else to say. Her super-smart brain just seemed to stop. With no words on the tip of her tongue, she simply obeyed.
She made her way to the isolated tables on the other side of the room. The interior of the house was getting dark. It was so dark, that she could not make out the black metal thing bolted above her table near the ceiling. She seated herself on the table, leaning against the wall, and watched as Kim removed her shirt. She had nothing but a thin undershirt over her bra. Lindsay looked near her ankles at the end of the table and noticed leather circles hooked into each corner. They were in the corners near her butt, too.
Kim ruffled her long, blonde hair and laid face down on the padded right table. The tips of her Chucks tapped the wall. She crossed her arms and rested, looking like she was going to fall asleep. Lindsay hated the silence.
“So, Kim,” she started, fishing for a clue. “How does Daniel feel about this?”
“Pssh,” Kim uttered in an annoyed tone. “Daniel knows this is my me time. He doesn’t know how I get it, but he sure as hell wouldn’t pay for it. Stingy bastard.”
The room lights came on and Robbie walked in the room whistling. In his hands, he carried a nondescript box that could’ve fit under his bed. He set it down at the foot of the two tables and smiled.
“You girls alright?” asked Robbie nicely.
“Peachy,” muttered Kim, still looking as if she were falling asleep. Lindsay wished she could stay that relaxed.
“Sweet,” replied Robbie. “Kim, I’m gonna start with you first, since I know what to expect.”
Kim stayed in her place. “Fine.”
Robbie dug through the box and walked over to Lindsay’s right side.
“I thought Kim was first,” Lindsay blurted out.
“Yeah,” said Robbie. “But I’m gonna set you both up first, so I don’t have to stop in the middle. That’d be a buzz kill.”
Robbie unhooked the leather cuff from its place on the table and looped it around Lindsay’s wrist. He tightened it delicately and went to the other side of the table, doing the same thing. As Robbie fumbled through the box, Lindsay gave her wrists a once-over. There was a little metal triangle on each one that hung off the cuff. Not much else to them. All of a sudden, a chain swung in front of her face.
“Whoa, sorry!” said Robbie. “My bad.”
Lindsay looked to the black metal loop above her with a chain passing through it. Robbie attached the chain to Lindsay’s cuffs and produced a padlock from nowhere. Before she could react, he locked it into place.
“Uh, Robbie…” Lindsay whispered hesitantly.
“I promise,” Robbie echoed reassuringly. “No pain. No private parts.”
He pulled the chain, vaulting Lindsay’s arms above her head. The other end of the chain locked into place somewhere on the floor that Lindsay couldn’t see. Robbie then quickly wrapped cuffs around her ankles, just above the socks. Her legs were locked into place as well, just in front of her. Lindsay felt a churning in her stomach. She couldn’t move at all.
“Alright,” Robbie said. “We’re all set here. Ready, Kim?”
Kim let out a long sigh. “Sure.”
Robbie moved his mysterious box to Kim’s table. From within, he pulled out a rope.
Robbie chuckled. “I’ve gotten better, you know. Shouldn’t get out like last time.”
“Uh huh,” Kim chimed in. “We’ll see, Mr. Strong Man.”
Robbie wrapped the rope around Kim’s ankles with rapid speed, and then pulled them into a tight knot. With the same rope, he twisted and turned it around Kim’s wrists until she was in a hogtie position.
“At least you padded the table this time,” she complained.
“Yeah yeah,” Robbie chimed in. “Let’s get started then.”
Lindsay watched as Robbie slowly untied Kim’s Chucks, one at a time, and removed them from her feet. He let them fall to the floor.
“Hey! Be careful with those!” Kim barked.
Robbie ran his palms over Kim’s yellow-socked feet. He went back and forth, back and forth.
“I didn’t know this was going to be a massage,” Kim said with confidence. “You can keep doing that if you want.”
Robbie chuckled. “Don’t think you’ll be getting off that easy.”
He peeled the socks from her feet slowly, revealing her smooth soles directly in front of him. The inside-out socks were tossed to the ground.
Kim turned her head back as far as she could. “I know you will be.”
Robbie gave her a devilish smile. “Oh yeah?”
He lunged her bare feet and dragged his nails over her delicate bottoms. Kim’s head bucked upward in howling laughter.
“Noahahhahahahahaha!” she cried in laughter. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Hahaha!”
Lindsay froze in terror. Ever so delicately, she began to shift her body and slide her wrists from the straps. When this didn’t work, she began to tug harder and more noticeably.
“God dammit,” Kim breathed heavily. “I forgot how bad it was.”
“Good,” said Robbie with a smirk. He kept his eyes on Kim. “And Lindsay, I’ve never had anyone get out of the straps, so don’t bother trying.”
Lindsay’s heart pounded. Kim cried in laughter once more. Robbie was biting her toes playfully.
“You ba-hahahahahaha-stard,” yelped Kim. “Ha ha ha!”
“Keep calling me names,” teased Robbie. “And see what happens.”
Lindsay could see tears starting to roll from Kim’s eyes. Kim chuckled through her teeth as Robbie began to slow down his pace. Her eyes were locked tight. Robbie began to start up again, running his tongue up and down Kim’s velvety arches. Kim howled, trying to roll of the table. Robbie continued as he wrapped her tied legs tightly in the grip of his arm like a sleeper hold.
“Stop stop stop!” Kim cried out between deep bellows of laughter. “I need a break!”
“Tell me I’ve gotten better,” said Robbie with a smirk.
“You have! Youhavyouhave! Oh my god! Hahahahahaha!”
Robbie pushed her legs away as Kim rolled on her side to take in deep breaths. As she panted, she looked over to Lindsay, who seemed very pink in her dark green army jacket. They gave each other a glance, neither knowing what to say. They were in this together, and Lindsay’s time was clearly going to be very soon. Lindsay knew she wanted to be mad at Kim, but she was too worried about how badly this was going to tickle. Her brother Sam used to poke at her feet when they were much younger, and it would send Lindsay into hysterics. Besides, she couldn’t stay mad at Kim when she was in position of such desperation. The look that Kim had in her eyes made Lindsay think that behind the tough exterior, there was a sense of apology that she was trying to communicate telepathically. The glance was broken when Robbie lurched his hands into Kim’s freshly shaved underarms, as if from nowhere.
Kim let out a delighted squeal.
“Oh-hohohoho my god!” she cried out. “Ha! Hahaha!”
Kim’s voice trailed into indecipherable noise of both laughter and what seemed to be pleading.
Lindsay watched, having nothing else to stare at in this barren house that could take her mind off of her predicament. She wiggled her toes in her shoes. Kim has that little bit of extra body fat, she thought, so I bet her skin is very smooth. She turned to Robbie, who she suddenly realized was gazing at her. He smiled at her with a friendly turn of his mouth, which somehow came off in no way threatening to Lindsay. Lindsay tried to smile back politely, but instead her mouth just hung there with her classic Lindsay stare of concern. Robbie took notice and smiled, turning back to Kim, who was still in hysterics and bucking wildly. Lindsay hoped she wouldn’t crash to the floor.
“Gimme a break, Robbie!” she squealed in between gasps. “Breakbreakbreak!”
“Sorry, Kim,” he taunted. “I just gave you a break. But you can choose. Underarms or feet.”
Kim cackled and she tried to squirm free. “I…uh…”
“Or,” said Robbie. “We could tickle your…sides!”
With that, Robbie jerked his hands downward and went under Kim’s shirt in a flash. He went up and down, getting both her ribcage and love handles in quick swoops. Kim screamed in laughter. Lindsay thought she was having a hard time breathing. Her eyes bulged from her sockets.
“Feet! Feet! Pleeeeeeease!” she gasped.
“You asked for it,” Robbie chimed in.
Robbie remained at her sides, obviously enjoying his work. He went up and down, up and down, scrambling his fingers in every direction.
“Hurry up!” Kim yelled.
“Hey,” said Robbie. “I. Don’t. Owe. You. Anything.”
With each word, he poked her sides, caused her to jerk at each tough. He began grabbing her skin in random patches, each time causing an outburst.
“This is a favor, Kim. Not a right,” he said seductively. “Don’t ruin my fun. I am going to get my money’s worth.”
Robbie leaned to her feet and began to gnaw on them like a wild animal that hadn’t eaten in weeks. Kim’s laughter shifted back to full belly laughs. It seemed as though there was a strange mix between hatred and enjoyment of the sensations. Her feet would clench, but then Robbie would just move his frantic fingers into the crevices, causing them to spread wide open. Kim didn’t stand a chance.
Robbie reach out and began to pinch Kim’s lower bottom with his fingers, as if they were lobster claws. This sensation caused Kim to come out of her giggle coma and arch her back enough to lift her off the table, like a snake ready to strike. Lindsay could see a wide, shocked, smiley expression on her face. It drove her wild.
“AHHHHH-HAHAHAHAHA!” she screamed. “How dare AHHHHH! How dare you touch MY BUTT! AHH!”
“It’s hardly your butt,” Robbie said, continuing to poke and prod. “I would call it upper leg, really.”
He ran his fingers over her soles a few more times, making Kim fall back on the table in a giggle fit. When he finished, she lay there breathing heavily. Her face was mashed against the table; her muscles relaxed. He ran a finger over her one more time, causing her to breathe in and releasing it, knowing she was done.
Lindsay felt relief wash over her, having seen her friend subjected to such an insane ritual. Then, she felt a knot. Even though her butt was firmly protected from the weight of her body, she realized that he underarms were more exposed, reaching up high to the ceiling above her. Furthermore, her feet were stretched out in front of her and locked into place, meaning no matter how much she wiggled, she wouldn’t roll off the table…or escape.
As Lindsay looked down at her feet, still strapped in but still safe in her shoes, she felt a stare from the corner of her eye. She turned and Robbie was glancing at her calmly, leaning on the table where Kim still was recovering from her ordeal. He sauntered toward her feet slowly.
“Sorry about that last part, Lindsay,” he said nicely. “I realize you are a different type of girl than Kim. You’re also new. I got carried away with her just because we are so familiar. I won’t go beyond any of the usual stuff with you, I promise.”
“Um, okay,” said Lindsay with hesitation. “Guess I won’t have anything to worry about.”
Robbie smiled devilishly as he began to untie her shoelaces. “Oh, just because I’m not going to violate you doesn’t mean you have nothing to worry about.”
Lindsay’s heart began to beat. Her skin turned whiter than it already was.
“I…I don’t think I want to go through with this,” she stuttered.
“Too late for that,” said Robbie. “I already had my warm up. We’re doing this.”
He removed Lindsay’s shoes. Her white-socked feet felt the cool air.
“Hey,” she said, determined. “You do anything and I’ll report you.”
Robbie laughed. “And say what Lindsay? You came here to begin with because you wanted to buy drugs?”
“It wasn’t me. It was Kim.”
“Sure, Lindsay,” Robbie went on, peeling the first sock over her heel. “You just tell them that. See what they have to say about that. Do your parents know you are here?”
Lindsay’s stomach sunk again. This was about to happen. No one could help her now.
“I would just enjoy it, Lindsay,” Robbie continued. “Once it’s done, it will be done. You’ll get over it quickly and I doubt there will be any hard feelings. People tend to forget how bad it feels in the moment when they are done. Ask Kim.”
Kim lay there on the table, still in a daze. She rubbed her head on the mat, trying to scratch it and wipe the sweat at the same time.
Robbie went on. “And afterwards, you have full reign of my property. It’s all fun after this. And with no debt to your pocketbook either. You couldn’t ask for a better deal.”
He began to rub Lindsay’s exposed heel seductively, like the massage he began on with Kim. He then slowly scratched his fingers over it. Lindsay gasped and clenched her foot tight. She tried to pull it toward her, but it was going nowhere. Robbie removed the rest of the sock, exposing her long, pale foot. There was no polish or anything done to it, but it was well taken care of nonetheless. It was sheltered from the elements, just like Lindsay Weir, sensitive to any force that could be inflicted upon it.
“You have nice feet,” said Robbie with a friendly smile.
Lindsay didn’t know what to say. “Uh, thanks.”
Robbie’s palm moved slowly up and down the arch, skin on skin. He seemed to enjoy it. Without warning, Robbie leaned in and began to kiss her feet up and down. Lindsay squirmed, trying to set aside the strange sensations she was experiencing. There was nothing like it. This continued for several minutes before she felt a quick flick going up her sole. She shrieked. Immediately, she realized it had been Robbie’s tongue. The second sock whipped off her other foot, as if a magician had just ripped the tablecloth from under a set of china. It was there, and then suddenly it was gone.
“Hey, Lindsay,” said Robbie, appearing from below the table.
Lindsay turned her attention from the ceiling to his face.
“It looks like you have something on the bottom of your feet,” he said with a sly smirk. “Allow me to get that off for you.”
Robbie had gone from level one straight to level ten. His fingers flew across the bottom of her soles, as if at a typewriter. They scratched like a million little spiders. Lindsay’s surprise and laughter burst from her intensely.
“Wha-hahahahahaha! No! Noooooo-hahahahahah! Sta-hahahahahah-ap!” she cried.
She kicked her feet back and forth, scrunched her toes, and even twirled her ankles round and round, but there was no escaping from Robbie’s fingers. He was a pro. Her feet went duck footed and her legs tensed so badly that she felt her knees starting to bend in the other direction. No matter what she did, the ticklish sensations rushed through her.
“Robbiiiiiiiieeeee! Heeheehheeheeeehahahahaaaaaha! Quit it! Quit it! Quit! Hahaha!” laughed Lindsay, trying to catch any breath she could.
Robbie’s fingers went on mercilessly, sometimes working the balls of her feet, sometimes the heel, and especially everything in between. Most of the time it was moving so fast, Lindsay couldn’t even process where he was. All she felt was his tingling wrath.
Her laughs then became breathless. All she wore was a gaping mouth with no sound coming out of it, still with a smile. Her eyes clasped shut.
Robbie stopped the torment, causing her to slump back and catch her breath.
“Robbie…” she said with all her might. “I can’t take this. I think my skin is too sen….”
Before she could even finish, Robbie began to suck her toes on her right foot, flicking his tongue over the bottoms of her toes.
“AHHHHH-hahahahaha,” she bursted out. “Stopstopstopstopstop-hahahahaha!”
Robbie continued while bring back his notorious wiggling fingers over everything his mouth couldn’t reach. Lindsay had never felt so immobile; so helpless. Her laugher echoed loud and clear through the room, as Kim turned her weary head to watch the action. Lindsay couldn’t even return a glance while so caught up in the torture, let alone one as apathetic as Kim’s. Tears began to swell up in her eyes.
When Robbie had finished having his way with her soles, he slinked onto the table, placing his knees on either side of Lindsay’s thighs. The two were nearly face-to-face. He began to caress her sides.
“Having fun?” he teased.
Lindsay still was retrieving the last of her breath. “Please, Robbie. You got me. I can’t do this anymore.”
“I’m not going to get you too badly, Linds,” he said with a smirk. “I know it can be a lot for first timers.”
Lindsay let out a sarcastic scoff. “If this is beginners level, I would hate to see pro.”
“Maybe just a taste then,” he spouted, throwing his hands under his shirt and attacking her ribs.
Lindsay screamed, which quickly turned to a shriek, then in a fit of giggles. Kim raised an eyebrow at her manic friend. Lindsay’s skin felt nice to Robbie’s fingertips. He especially loved Lindsay’s range of facial expressions and the small jerks she would make with her hips. He started grabbing her with small little pinches with his lobster claws. They went lower and lower, giving Lindsay little electric shocks of excitement, which drove her crazy. Suddenly, with no warning, Robbie darted his hands into the bends of her legs.
“Oh NOhohohohohohohohoho!” she cried, throwing her head forward into Robbie’s chest. Her mouth was hanging open, about to drool. “Not theeerreeeeherherherhehrherhahahahahaha.”
“Should I go to the underarms then?” asked Robbie with charm, still continuing his attack on her inner thighs.
Lindsay cackled on, apparently too caught up to use her brain.
“Lindsay,” he prodded. “Underarms?”
Through her laughter, she was able to produce a quick, barely audible, “yes.” Robbie seemed more than happy to oblige. He darted his wild fingers up her shirt, exposing her belly and the underside of her bra. As they made contact, Lindsay’s eyes lit up, throwing herself back against the wall in stitches.
“Oh no!” she laughed. “MahahahahahahahaahahahaaHAHAHAhahahahaha!”
Lindsay tried to pull her arms down, but to no avail. She helplessly gave in to Robbie’s sensations. He had broken her. She let him do as he pleased.
Robbie played with his tickle toy’s underarms for a few more minutes before slowly dismounting her and walking to the end of the table.
As she panted from exhaustion, Robbie gave her feet one last tickle for a couple of seconds. Lindsay’s laughs were very breathy. He then unbuckled her straps, causing each appendage to flop down like a ragdoll. Robbie walked over to Kim, gave her feet one last kiss, tongue included, causing her to wriggle with a small grin on her face. With a quick flick of his wrist, Kim’s hogtie was undone, causing her arms and legs to fall as quickly as Lindsay’s. He reached into his pocket and threw a small plastic container between Lindsay’s slumped legs. With that, he walked into his shadowy hallway, flicked on a light, and shut a door behind him, with a lock click following.
There was a long pause in the room. Both girls lay on their respective tables exhausted. Kim was the first to sit up, slowly coming to.
Lindsay turned her head to Kim. “Hey, Kim.”
Kim stared back.
Lindsay took a moment to find her words. “Fuck you.”
Kim let it sink in, as she stood barefoot next to her table. “Where did he put my shoes and socks?”
“They’re over here,” said Lindsay sitting up, peering down the side. She pulled a foot onto the table and began messaging it.
“So,” began Kim. “You wanna take that or what?” She pointed to the little container between Lindsay’s thighs.
“I kind of just want to go home,” she whispered.
Kim didn’t raise her usual attitude. “Yeah…well…I just didn’t want this all to be for nothing.”
Lindsay thought. “Can we come back another day?”
“Yeah,” said Kim. “If you want to do this again.”
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Lindsay and Kim walked further into the woods. Lindsay remembered what Kim had said and tried to stay calm. This was probably the worst thing she had ever done. She couldn’t believe how different her life was only a few years ago.
“Liiiiiiiindsssssssss, c’mon,” called Kim. “There’s a clearing right over here.
The two walked ahead, Lindsay still trying to put everything into perspective. The drugs weren’t helping. Then, she reached the clearing.
The grass was tall, moving in every direction and bending, as if each blade had a mind of its own. They wiggled menacingly in the girls’ direction. Feathers trickled down from the trees and whirled in circles in several light tornados. Girls’ laughter echoed from whereabouts unknown.
Lindsay began to worry. What was this? The drugs?
Kim walked forward, seemingly unaware of this madness. Just as Lindsay was about to call to her, she noticed that Kim was barefoot. Lindsay looked down. She was barefoot, too. How? A small blade of grass suddenly leapt at her foot, tickling between two of her toes. Lindsay shrieked, jumping backwards. Up ahead, the long grasses attacked Kim, lifting clothes and attacking bare spots of her skin. She jumped backwards and fell over, causing every blade of grass around her to attack. Lindsay could no longer see her due to their dense obstruction. All she heard was Kim rolling into fits of laughter.
Lindsay turned around with a dazed look on her face. The path was gone. I wonder how long this takes to wear off, she thought to herself.
At this point, it seemed the worst part might not be over.
THE END
