tdh19882012
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“Enough! Enough, she's had enough now! Stop! Let her go dammit!”
I'd broken into a sweat just watching what they were doing to her. These fiends had stripped Molly of her cowboy boots, tossing them aside and were tickling the soles of her feet. Might not sound like too much but holy hell they'd been at it for over ten minutes by now, non stop. No breaks! It didn't bear thinking about. She was a wreck. What had started out as playful, girlish squeals, almost of delight, had soon become mature and throaty laughter which in turn became desperate pleading. And then exhausted sobbing... It was heartbreaking to witness.
And I could do nothing to stop it! I had to stand and watch as these brutes attacked my cousin and refused to quit. I couldn't do anything, no matter how she screamed to me for help. They were far too big and strong for me to take down. Sure there may have been a bar full of people right beside us but they were as likely to take bets on the action than help us. Besides, what if they turned their attentions to me? The thought made my blood chill. I didn't have the nerve to run away either, how could I ever face my poor cousin again if I did so?
Ugh, the utter pigs. They were sucking on her toes. Again. Molly freaked out whenever they did this, her poor feet pivoting wildly in the iron grip of their muscular arms as her toes were violated one by one by hungry mouths.
“Janet! Help! HELP!”
My heart was in pieces, I stood with my hands in my hair watching them destroy Molly who wept openly and profusely as her toes received a hellish tongue lashing. When her hands were not thrashing aimlessly at her sides, she too was tugging at her own hair. Mouth agape and teeth bared, madness in her eyes as the assault on her soles just went on and on.
“ARGH! NO! NOOOOOO!” She wailed as the freaks stood more upright, hoisting her ankles-first into the air, her skirt spilling down across her hips and the entirety of her enviable legs were now on show, glistening in the rain. Just her shoulders rested on the ground now and they began to chew on the sides of her feet.*Chewing! Like animals!*This was lunacy! “STOP THEM! JANET!”
Words caught in my throat, what the hell could I say to her? And how did it come to this!? One minute the guys here were flirting, only a little worse for drink than we had been... And the next, they were poking at Molly's sides. She'd giggled and told them to quit it and that had spurred them on. They'd held her arms back and tickled her belly and sides while I watched, kinda bemused. It was a weird one. Attention turned to her feet once they started kicking out and almost caught one guy between his legs. Once the boots were off, well... Here we are.
Seems they had a real thing for Molly's feet. “FUCK! GET OFF OF MEEEEEE!” I admired her spirit, damn sure I would have been a broken wretch by now after taking treatment like that for so long. It was inhuman. They seemed to know exactly how to torture a foot, that was for sure. No doubt many other women in this town had fallen victim to these beasts.
“OH, JESUS! FUCKING! HELL! QUIT! QUIT IT! STOP!” As the mouths relented and their fingernails went back to work the words exploded from Molly's throat between gale after gale of laughter. It was damn impressive that she still had the air left in her to do that.
Molly was beginning to slip loose a little and they readjusted their stance to get a better grip and I noticed something. Something that explained a lot... The bulges in their jeans. Guess it should have been obvious really. These two were royally getting off on torturing my cousin's feet. I'd just been so taken aback at this freakish torture show that I'd never noticed, never even thought to look.
The taller one spotted my gaze. “You wanna save your friend here, miss?” He called out over Molly's shrieking.
“I... Oh God, yeah. I guess?”
“Don't sound too sure there. Doesn't matter to us, we have all night long.” He nibbled Janet's big toe while clawing at the arch of her foot and she sobbed hysterically, his friend mirrored the movements. The sound of parts of my name mixing with crazed, exhausted laughter was crushing.
“Maybe we should let this one rest,” the other guy chimed in, “while we check out what's going on inside that one's boots.”
No... Fucking... Way!
“Or you could go get some rope from the truck. See the legs on her? She needs trussing up, see if we can't find another few good spots on her.”
Molly had all but turned totally silent as they carried on ravaging her feet, discussing what they were gonna do with both her and me as she thrashed around on the ground. Mention of her legs had caused a renewal of her pitiful whining.
“What do you want?” I swallowed my fear and stood hands on hips, glaring at the pair.
“You know damn well what we want.” He motioned his head downwards. “But our hands are a little busy, see?”
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as my eyes wandered from their crotches to Molly's feet and then to Molly's tear streaked face.
“Ohhh God, OH GOD! OH... NO, FUCK! AHHHH!” She screeched into the night as the rain really started to hammer down and to my horror and the joy of the two men, Molly wet herself. It spurted pathetically around the edge of her thong. They never quit tickling, either. If anything they sped it up! I had to end this. This was insane.
“That's a good girl.” Said the shorter guy as I knelt onto the wet ground and unzipped both his fly and that of his friend. I stared ahead at Molly's tortured face as I jacked the two off simultaneously. They were already hard as a rock and I went at it full speed, no messing around. This had to be over ASAP!
I jerked them as furiously as I could and in minutes they were gasping and moaning all over my cousins cringing, rain soaked feet. She whimpered as their fingers chilled out a little, rubbing at her feet rather than tickling and their noses were at her toes in place of their mouths. They could have been mistaken for loving her feet now. Thankfully they came at more or less the same time, I flinched as they roared their approval and thick jets of white shot across the yard.
They lowered Molly's feet to the ground and tucked themselves away, zipping their flies. She wheezed and heaved for breath, tucking herself into a ball and whimpering.
“We should get outta here.” One said to the other before looking down at me and nodding as if in respect.
“Hey! Hey, give those back!” I called after them, they'd walked away holding one of Molly's cowboy boots each.
The tall guy turned around and faced me square. “You wanna come get them?”
I glared at him, stabbing him to death with my eyes. Bastard! They were so expensive! He laughed and turned away.
“We'll be seeing you girls around.” He said, taking a sniff inside Molly's boot and smiling back at me.
I ran back over to Molly and knelt beside her. She wiped her bleary eyes with the back of her hand as she sat herself up, I put my arms around her. She was trembling.
“Have they gone?” She asked, her voice cracking.
“Yeah, yeah they've gone now, Mol.”
“Thank you, Janet. I'm so sorry you had to do that, but... Thanks.”
“No need, you'd have done the same for me, right?” I offered a weak smile.
She stood up, letting the rain wash the dirt away from her legs. “What do we do now? Call the cops?”
I considered it, but the rain had been coming down hard for a long while now. Washing the evidence into the drains... And in this town, tonight of all nights. It was pointless. I explained this to a stony faced Molly.
“So they just get away with that? What the hell!”
“Molly, please just trust me here. This town has a way of righting its own wrongs.” It kinda had to, the law enforcement here was virtually non existent. And when it did show up, it was uninterested and inept. Good for pictures in the paper and little else.
“They'll get what's coming to them. I swear.” I reassured her, semi confident. For all I knew I could well be telling the truth here. “Come on, let's get you home and dry.”
I gave her my own boots, they might have been a size too big but at least she wasn't gonna be walking home barefoot. I had thick socks on and they squelched along the soaked roads as we made our way the mile or so back home in silence with our heads down. Gotta love these rain storms that hit with no warning.
Finally at home I peeled off my drenched socks and hung our jackets on the rack, shutting the door behind us. After heading upstairs I sat on the floor of my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my hair and Molly showered the evening off of her. They wouldn't get away with this. I'd got a good look at both of them even if it was dark in that yard. I'd put the word out, someone would know something.
A rush of panic jolted through me as I heard a metallic snap downstairs. I padded quietly down the steps and my heart calmed when I saw a leaflet for takeaway food on the doormat. I picked it up, sighing at it and looked it over. Chinese. It did sound good, I was starving. Not sure about Molly though, she might just wanna go to sleep after the shower. I'll ask when she's out-
-what... the... fuck!*Scrawled across the reverse of the menu in black marker were words that turned my heart to ice and my legs to jelly.
“Janet? You down there?” Molly called down and snapped me out of my trance. My eyes darted to a reflection in the TV screen moving towards me and a scream caught in my throat, the words on that menu rang loudly in my mind and I covered my mouth with both hands.
“Janet? Hey, where are you? Jan- Mmph!” I heard a struggle upstairs and made to get up but was dragged back into the sofa by the figure behind me, a wet rag was forced over my face and I couldn't help but scream into it. Moments later my vision began to fade and my strength left me, it was quiet upstairs and the last thing I saw as I sagged down onto the rug was that damn menu, reverse side up.
“Round 2. You scream and we tickle both of you to death.”
**
“Enough! Enough, she's had enough now! Stop! Let her go dammit!”
I'd broken into a sweat just watching what they were doing to her. These fiends had stripped Molly of her cowboy boots, tossing them aside and were tickling the soles of her feet. Might not sound like too much but holy hell they'd been at it for over ten minutes by now, non stop. No breaks! It didn't bear thinking about. She was a wreck. What had started out as playful, girlish squeals, almost of delight, had soon become mature and throaty laughter which in turn became desperate pleading. And then exhausted sobbing... It was heartbreaking to witness.
And I could do nothing to stop it! I had to stand and watch as these brutes attacked my cousin and refused to quit. I couldn't do anything, no matter how she screamed to me for help. They were far too big and strong for me to take down. Sure there may have been a bar full of people right beside us but they were as likely to take bets on the action than help us. Besides, what if they turned their attentions to me? The thought made my blood chill. I didn't have the nerve to run away either, how could I ever face my poor cousin again if I did so?
Ugh, the utter pigs. They were sucking on her toes. Again. Molly freaked out whenever they did this, her poor feet pivoting wildly in the iron grip of their muscular arms as her toes were violated one by one by hungry mouths.
“Janet! Help! HELP!”
My heart was in pieces, I stood with my hands in my hair watching them destroy Molly who wept openly and profusely as her toes received a hellish tongue lashing. When her hands were not thrashing aimlessly at her sides, she too was tugging at her own hair. Mouth agape and teeth bared, madness in her eyes as the assault on her soles just went on and on.
“ARGH! NO! NOOOOOO!” She wailed as the freaks stood more upright, hoisting her ankles-first into the air, her skirt spilling down across her hips and the entirety of her enviable legs were now on show, glistening in the rain. Just her shoulders rested on the ground now and they began to chew on the sides of her feet.*Chewing! Like animals!*This was lunacy! “STOP THEM! JANET!”
Words caught in my throat, what the hell could I say to her? And how did it come to this!? One minute the guys here were flirting, only a little worse for drink than we had been... And the next, they were poking at Molly's sides. She'd giggled and told them to quit it and that had spurred them on. They'd held her arms back and tickled her belly and sides while I watched, kinda bemused. It was a weird one. Attention turned to her feet once they started kicking out and almost caught one guy between his legs. Once the boots were off, well... Here we are.
Seems they had a real thing for Molly's feet. “FUCK! GET OFF OF MEEEEEE!” I admired her spirit, damn sure I would have been a broken wretch by now after taking treatment like that for so long. It was inhuman. They seemed to know exactly how to torture a foot, that was for sure. No doubt many other women in this town had fallen victim to these beasts.
“OH, JESUS! FUCKING! HELL! QUIT! QUIT IT! STOP!” As the mouths relented and their fingernails went back to work the words exploded from Molly's throat between gale after gale of laughter. It was damn impressive that she still had the air left in her to do that.
Molly was beginning to slip loose a little and they readjusted their stance to get a better grip and I noticed something. Something that explained a lot... The bulges in their jeans. Guess it should have been obvious really. These two were royally getting off on torturing my cousin's feet. I'd just been so taken aback at this freakish torture show that I'd never noticed, never even thought to look.
The taller one spotted my gaze. “You wanna save your friend here, miss?” He called out over Molly's shrieking.
“I... Oh God, yeah. I guess?”
“Don't sound too sure there. Doesn't matter to us, we have all night long.” He nibbled Janet's big toe while clawing at the arch of her foot and she sobbed hysterically, his friend mirrored the movements. The sound of parts of my name mixing with crazed, exhausted laughter was crushing.
“Maybe we should let this one rest,” the other guy chimed in, “while we check out what's going on inside that one's boots.”
No... Fucking... Way!
“Or you could go get some rope from the truck. See the legs on her? She needs trussing up, see if we can't find another few good spots on her.”
Molly had all but turned totally silent as they carried on ravaging her feet, discussing what they were gonna do with both her and me as she thrashed around on the ground. Mention of her legs had caused a renewal of her pitiful whining.
“What do you want?” I swallowed my fear and stood hands on hips, glaring at the pair.
“You know damn well what we want.” He motioned his head downwards. “But our hands are a little busy, see?”
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as my eyes wandered from their crotches to Molly's feet and then to Molly's tear streaked face.
“Ohhh God, OH GOD! OH... NO, FUCK! AHHHH!” She screeched into the night as the rain really started to hammer down and to my horror and the joy of the two men, Molly wet herself. It spurted pathetically around the edge of her thong. They never quit tickling, either. If anything they sped it up! I had to end this. This was insane.
“That's a good girl.” Said the shorter guy as I knelt onto the wet ground and unzipped both his fly and that of his friend. I stared ahead at Molly's tortured face as I jacked the two off simultaneously. They were already hard as a rock and I went at it full speed, no messing around. This had to be over ASAP!
I jerked them as furiously as I could and in minutes they were gasping and moaning all over my cousins cringing, rain soaked feet. She whimpered as their fingers chilled out a little, rubbing at her feet rather than tickling and their noses were at her toes in place of their mouths. They could have been mistaken for loving her feet now. Thankfully they came at more or less the same time, I flinched as they roared their approval and thick jets of white shot across the yard.
They lowered Molly's feet to the ground and tucked themselves away, zipping their flies. She wheezed and heaved for breath, tucking herself into a ball and whimpering.
“We should get outta here.” One said to the other before looking down at me and nodding as if in respect.
“Hey! Hey, give those back!” I called after them, they'd walked away holding one of Molly's cowboy boots each.
The tall guy turned around and faced me square. “You wanna come get them?”
I glared at him, stabbing him to death with my eyes. Bastard! They were so expensive! He laughed and turned away.
“We'll be seeing you girls around.” He said, taking a sniff inside Molly's boot and smiling back at me.
I ran back over to Molly and knelt beside her. She wiped her bleary eyes with the back of her hand as she sat herself up, I put my arms around her. She was trembling.
“Have they gone?” She asked, her voice cracking.
“Yeah, yeah they've gone now, Mol.”
“Thank you, Janet. I'm so sorry you had to do that, but... Thanks.”
“No need, you'd have done the same for me, right?” I offered a weak smile.
She stood up, letting the rain wash the dirt away from her legs. “What do we do now? Call the cops?”
I considered it, but the rain had been coming down hard for a long while now. Washing the evidence into the drains... And in this town, tonight of all nights. It was pointless. I explained this to a stony faced Molly.
“So they just get away with that? What the hell!”
“Molly, please just trust me here. This town has a way of righting its own wrongs.” It kinda had to, the law enforcement here was virtually non existent. And when it did show up, it was uninterested and inept. Good for pictures in the paper and little else.
“They'll get what's coming to them. I swear.” I reassured her, semi confident. For all I knew I could well be telling the truth here. “Come on, let's get you home and dry.”
I gave her my own boots, they might have been a size too big but at least she wasn't gonna be walking home barefoot. I had thick socks on and they squelched along the soaked roads as we made our way the mile or so back home in silence with our heads down. Gotta love these rain storms that hit with no warning.
Finally at home I peeled off my drenched socks and hung our jackets on the rack, shutting the door behind us. After heading upstairs I sat on the floor of my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my hair and Molly showered the evening off of her. They wouldn't get away with this. I'd got a good look at both of them even if it was dark in that yard. I'd put the word out, someone would know something.
A rush of panic jolted through me as I heard a metallic snap downstairs. I padded quietly down the steps and my heart calmed when I saw a leaflet for takeaway food on the doormat. I picked it up, sighing at it and looked it over. Chinese. It did sound good, I was starving. Not sure about Molly though, she might just wanna go to sleep after the shower. I'll ask when she's out-
-what... the... fuck!*Scrawled across the reverse of the menu in black marker were words that turned my heart to ice and my legs to jelly.
“Janet? You down there?” Molly called down and snapped me out of my trance. My eyes darted to a reflection in the TV screen moving towards me and a scream caught in my throat, the words on that menu rang loudly in my mind and I covered my mouth with both hands.
“Janet? Hey, where are you? Jan- Mmph!” I heard a struggle upstairs and made to get up but was dragged back into the sofa by the figure behind me, a wet rag was forced over my face and I couldn't help but scream into it. Moments later my vision began to fade and my strength left me, it was quiet upstairs and the last thing I saw as I sagged down onto the rug was that damn menu, reverse side up.
“Round 2. You scream and we tickle both of you to death.”
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