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This story contains tickling and other foot tortures.
I did not write this. Some may like, some will not.
Such is life. If it has been posted before...sorry.
D.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of FANTASY. If bondage, foot tickling and
foot torture are not your 'cup of tea', you should exit this thread
immediately. Under no conditions should this be viewed by minors.
History: This story is much rougher than my tickling stories. I wrote this
for a snail-mail foot slave with whom I corresponded on foot tickling and
foot-torture techniques. I completely wrote the story up to the third
candle, then requested her input. The rest of the story is based on her
suggestions. As always, comments welcome and flames ignored.
Contents: FM>f, bond, feet, tickling, torture
Amanda's Tortured Soles
by The Tickling Fiend ([email protected])
Copyright 1997 by The Tickling Fiend. This document may be freely
distributed on the Internet. All other duplication requires written
permission from the author.
"So, are you going to tell us where the package is?" the villainess asked.
Amanda shook her head, moaning 'no' against the gag.
"Well then, you leave me no choice but to get even rougher," she said.
"Tie her to the chair," she motioned to her henchman.
Amanda's resistance was weakened but still holding. The henchman had just
taken her on a long walk around the abandoned warehouse where she was now
captive. Being marched barefoot across the hot, sun-baked asphalt and
gravel had been real torture for her sensitive soles. The cool concrete of
the warehouse floor against her bare soles was a welcome relief, but she
suspected that relief would not last long.
The henchman lifted her naked form onto the seat of the high chair. He
secured her wrists, already bound behind her back, to the back of the
chair. While the henchman worked cord around her waist and between her
legs, the villainess had lowered a rope from the ceiling and was securing
it around her ankles. When the diabolical duo were finished, Amanda knew
she had no chance of escape. In addition to her hands bound behind the
chair, cord had been looped around her waist and between her legs (with a
little series of knots over her labia and clit) and then secured to the
chair. After binding her ankles, the villainess pulled on the rope and
raised Amanda's bare feet out in front of her. There she bound Amanda's
big toes together with twine.
"My, my, what dirty feet you have, my dear," the villainess remarked. "We
must clean them before we continue with the afternoon's activities."
Amanda knew her previous torment on the gravel and asphalt had left her
soles blackened and dirty. She also knew what the villainess had in mind.
She vainly struggled in her bonds, but to no avail. Her struggles only
served to move the little knots over and around her clit and arousing her.
The henchman retrieved a bucket full of soapy water and large scrub
brushes. He and the villainess proceeded to scrub Amanda's filthy
foot-bottoms clean. The tickling sensation shot through her. She screamed
against the ball-gag and pulled on her ropes. She tried to pull her
tortured feet away but her tormentors held her ankles firm with one hand
while scrubbing with the other.
After what seemed like hours to Amanda, but which was really only ten
minutes, the intense scrubbing of her soles was finished.
"Awwww, now these tender little footsies are almost completely clean," the
villainess said with mock sympathy as she rubbed her hands over Amanda's
now tingly clean feet. "We've just got one little area to finish."
The villainess produced a toothbrush. Amanda went wild as the villainess
spread each of her toes and worked the wet brush in between them. Her
struggles moved the knots over her clit and increased her level of arousal.
Now the situation was becoming a real torture for the helpless woman - the
combination of the tickling between her toes and her arousal.
The villainess just smiled and continued her task. The henchman even
joined in, rubbing his fingernails over Amanda's bare soles. Just as the
wicked woman was running the toothbrush between the final toes, Amanda
reached orgasm. She jerked hard against her restraints several times, then
seemed to collapse. Her body was covered in sweat.
"Good," said the villainess, "now let's prepare her for her final torture
before she regains consciousness."
The henchman setup several concrete cinder blocks in front of Amanda, then
retrieved a large oven rack and placed it atop the cinder blocks. This
left the oven rack about a foot above the floor. The villainess lowered
Amanda's ankles until her bare heels rested on the oven rack.
"Got the honey?" she asked.
Her henchman produced a large, wide-mouth jar of honey and a two-inch wide
paint brush. Dipping the brush in the honey, he began spreading it over
the Amanda's bare soles and dabbing it under the curl of her toes. Amanda
stirred, obviously sensitive to the tickling sensation she was no doubt
getting from her soles.
"She's about to wake up," the villainess remarked. "Quick, bind her feet
to the grill."
Amanda awoke to the sight of her next torment. She looked down at the
grill where her bare feet were bound. She tried wiggling them free but it
was no use. Her big toes were bound together with twine and secured to the
grill. There were also several loops of quarter-inch cord around her
ankles, the free ends of which had also been threaded through the grillwork
securing her soles tight against it. In addition, a little noose had been
looped around each of her toes and the other end tied to the grill such
that her toes were kept spread - the sensitive flesh between them open and
available to whatever additional torture her captors cared to apply.
"Still got nothing to say?" the villainess asked.
Amanda grunted and shook her head defiantly.
The villainess nodded to her henchman and he proceeded to dip a small
basting brush into the honey and spread it between Amanda's helpless toes.
Amanda resumed her thrashing against her bonds. The henchman also spread
the honey on the tops of her feet.
"It's getting down to the wire, still not talking?"
Amanda shook her head again. Suddenly she shrieked.
She looked to see the henchman pulling his hand out from under her secured
feet. He then licked the end of his finger.
"Ummm," he muttered. "They taste pretty good."
"Did you get that off the bottom of her foot?" the villainess asked.
"Yes."
"Well then add some more honey. We want to make sure they cook up sweet."
The henchman dipped the basting brush in the honey and reached under the
grill to apply more to the soles of her feet. Amanda giggled and squealed
against her bonds as the brush moved between the grillwork and over her
helpless arches.
Finally the villainess set a tray full of short candles next to the grill
and proceeded to light them.
"We're going to do this slowly," she said to Amanda. "After all, I want to
give you enough opportunity to talk, but if you don't talk, I want your
bare feet to suffer as long as possible."
With that, she placed a candle on the floor under the grill, centered under
Amanda's bound and bare feet. It took a few seconds, but Amanda soon felt
the increased warmth against her soles. She twitched her bound feet.
The villainess smiled and placed another candle next to the first one.
"Still going to be stubborn?" she asked.
Amanda grunted against the gag and still shook her head.
"So be it," she responded. "I have all afternoon, and all night..."
And with that another flickering candle was placed under Amanda's helpless
soles...
Amanda looked down over her sweat-covered body. Difficult as it was with
the gag, she swallowed hard. She tried to get her eyes to focus, which was
next to impossible after her third orgasm. The crotch-rope and its
devilish little knots had given her pussy another good working over after a
flurry of struggles. Her body and mind were becoming confused. The
crotch-rope and its knots were really beginning to hurt, in spite of the
pleasure of the orgasms they generated.
Then there were her tortured bare feet.
She managed to focus on the grillwork. There had to be over a dozen of
those candles flickering under her bare feet. How long had it been. One
hour? Two hours? The heat was incredible. Her bare soles were almost
certainly cooking.
"She's a tough one," commented the henchman.
"I suspect this bitch likes having her feet tortured," the villainess
replied. "It that the trick, Amanda? Do you get off on having your feet
tortured? I've counted three orgasms since we started the festivities."
Amanda stared blankly at her, then glanced back down at her bound and
slowly cooking feet.
"Get the next item," the villainess ordered the henchman.
He returned with a pole stand about two feet tall, atop which was a bowl.
A blue flame flickered under the bowl. He placed the pole next to the
grill.
"This will get a reaction out of her," the villainess commented.
And with that, she dipped a ladle into the bowl and held it over the
exposed tops of Amanda's bound feet.
"Hot wax, dear?"
Amanda's eyes went wide. She shook her head, crying "NO!" against the gag.
"You going to talk?"
Amanda nodded.
"Remove the gag," she ordered the henchman.
He complied.
"Now where's the package?"
"Bus station locker, downtown", Amanda replied, trying to recover from the
foul taste of the gag.
"Locker number and key?" the villainess asked.
Amanda was swallowing to remove the taste of the gag.
But the villainess was impatient, and poured the hot wax over the tops of
her feet.
"AAIIEEEEE!" Amanda cried.
"Locker number and key?" she insisted.
"Locker 27! The key is in the lamp outside the front door of my apartment!"
She looked to the henchman. "Get it, but there's no real hurry."
The henchman gave a knowing smile at Amanda and then departed.
The villainess knelt down to the grill.
"Now wasn't that much better, Amanda?" she said as she began removing the
flickering candles from under Amanda's tortured soles.
Amanda remained silent. It appeared that her suffering was finally over.
"And these poor tortured feet," the villainess continued, peeling up the
cooled wax from the tops of Amanda's feet. "They've endured so much abuse
due to your stubbornness."
With the candles gone and the wax removed, she began untying Amanda's feet
from the grill.
Amanda closed her eyes. She was finally going to be freed. She inhaled
deeply.
"And I think they should endure some more!" the villainess shouted.
Amanda quickly opened her eyes, but it was too late. The rope was already
around her ankles and the villainess was hoisting them back up so her legs
were parallel to the floor.
"Hey!" Amanda cried.
The villainess again bound Amanda's big toes together with twine and then
pulled it back tight, securing it to her ankles and ensuring Amanda's soles
were taut and helpless.
"I can't let you go just yet," the villainess smiled, "and I do so much
enjoy torturing your feet. I plan to have some more fun with you until my
partner returns with the package."
Amanda was speechless as the villainess approached her helpless bare soles
with a curling iron.
THE END?
I did not write this. Some may like, some will not.
Such is life. If it has been posted before...sorry.
D.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of FANTASY. If bondage, foot tickling and
foot torture are not your 'cup of tea', you should exit this thread
immediately. Under no conditions should this be viewed by minors.
History: This story is much rougher than my tickling stories. I wrote this
for a snail-mail foot slave with whom I corresponded on foot tickling and
foot-torture techniques. I completely wrote the story up to the third
candle, then requested her input. The rest of the story is based on her
suggestions. As always, comments welcome and flames ignored.
Contents: FM>f, bond, feet, tickling, torture
Amanda's Tortured Soles
by The Tickling Fiend ([email protected])
Copyright 1997 by The Tickling Fiend. This document may be freely
distributed on the Internet. All other duplication requires written
permission from the author.
"So, are you going to tell us where the package is?" the villainess asked.
Amanda shook her head, moaning 'no' against the gag.
"Well then, you leave me no choice but to get even rougher," she said.
"Tie her to the chair," she motioned to her henchman.
Amanda's resistance was weakened but still holding. The henchman had just
taken her on a long walk around the abandoned warehouse where she was now
captive. Being marched barefoot across the hot, sun-baked asphalt and
gravel had been real torture for her sensitive soles. The cool concrete of
the warehouse floor against her bare soles was a welcome relief, but she
suspected that relief would not last long.
The henchman lifted her naked form onto the seat of the high chair. He
secured her wrists, already bound behind her back, to the back of the
chair. While the henchman worked cord around her waist and between her
legs, the villainess had lowered a rope from the ceiling and was securing
it around her ankles. When the diabolical duo were finished, Amanda knew
she had no chance of escape. In addition to her hands bound behind the
chair, cord had been looped around her waist and between her legs (with a
little series of knots over her labia and clit) and then secured to the
chair. After binding her ankles, the villainess pulled on the rope and
raised Amanda's bare feet out in front of her. There she bound Amanda's
big toes together with twine.
"My, my, what dirty feet you have, my dear," the villainess remarked. "We
must clean them before we continue with the afternoon's activities."
Amanda knew her previous torment on the gravel and asphalt had left her
soles blackened and dirty. She also knew what the villainess had in mind.
She vainly struggled in her bonds, but to no avail. Her struggles only
served to move the little knots over and around her clit and arousing her.
The henchman retrieved a bucket full of soapy water and large scrub
brushes. He and the villainess proceeded to scrub Amanda's filthy
foot-bottoms clean. The tickling sensation shot through her. She screamed
against the ball-gag and pulled on her ropes. She tried to pull her
tortured feet away but her tormentors held her ankles firm with one hand
while scrubbing with the other.
After what seemed like hours to Amanda, but which was really only ten
minutes, the intense scrubbing of her soles was finished.
"Awwww, now these tender little footsies are almost completely clean," the
villainess said with mock sympathy as she rubbed her hands over Amanda's
now tingly clean feet. "We've just got one little area to finish."
The villainess produced a toothbrush. Amanda went wild as the villainess
spread each of her toes and worked the wet brush in between them. Her
struggles moved the knots over her clit and increased her level of arousal.
Now the situation was becoming a real torture for the helpless woman - the
combination of the tickling between her toes and her arousal.
The villainess just smiled and continued her task. The henchman even
joined in, rubbing his fingernails over Amanda's bare soles. Just as the
wicked woman was running the toothbrush between the final toes, Amanda
reached orgasm. She jerked hard against her restraints several times, then
seemed to collapse. Her body was covered in sweat.
"Good," said the villainess, "now let's prepare her for her final torture
before she regains consciousness."
The henchman setup several concrete cinder blocks in front of Amanda, then
retrieved a large oven rack and placed it atop the cinder blocks. This
left the oven rack about a foot above the floor. The villainess lowered
Amanda's ankles until her bare heels rested on the oven rack.
"Got the honey?" she asked.
Her henchman produced a large, wide-mouth jar of honey and a two-inch wide
paint brush. Dipping the brush in the honey, he began spreading it over
the Amanda's bare soles and dabbing it under the curl of her toes. Amanda
stirred, obviously sensitive to the tickling sensation she was no doubt
getting from her soles.
"She's about to wake up," the villainess remarked. "Quick, bind her feet
to the grill."
Amanda awoke to the sight of her next torment. She looked down at the
grill where her bare feet were bound. She tried wiggling them free but it
was no use. Her big toes were bound together with twine and secured to the
grill. There were also several loops of quarter-inch cord around her
ankles, the free ends of which had also been threaded through the grillwork
securing her soles tight against it. In addition, a little noose had been
looped around each of her toes and the other end tied to the grill such
that her toes were kept spread - the sensitive flesh between them open and
available to whatever additional torture her captors cared to apply.
"Still got nothing to say?" the villainess asked.
Amanda grunted and shook her head defiantly.
The villainess nodded to her henchman and he proceeded to dip a small
basting brush into the honey and spread it between Amanda's helpless toes.
Amanda resumed her thrashing against her bonds. The henchman also spread
the honey on the tops of her feet.
"It's getting down to the wire, still not talking?"
Amanda shook her head again. Suddenly she shrieked.
She looked to see the henchman pulling his hand out from under her secured
feet. He then licked the end of his finger.
"Ummm," he muttered. "They taste pretty good."
"Did you get that off the bottom of her foot?" the villainess asked.
"Yes."
"Well then add some more honey. We want to make sure they cook up sweet."
The henchman dipped the basting brush in the honey and reached under the
grill to apply more to the soles of her feet. Amanda giggled and squealed
against her bonds as the brush moved between the grillwork and over her
helpless arches.
Finally the villainess set a tray full of short candles next to the grill
and proceeded to light them.
"We're going to do this slowly," she said to Amanda. "After all, I want to
give you enough opportunity to talk, but if you don't talk, I want your
bare feet to suffer as long as possible."
With that, she placed a candle on the floor under the grill, centered under
Amanda's bound and bare feet. It took a few seconds, but Amanda soon felt
the increased warmth against her soles. She twitched her bound feet.
The villainess smiled and placed another candle next to the first one.
"Still going to be stubborn?" she asked.
Amanda grunted against the gag and still shook her head.
"So be it," she responded. "I have all afternoon, and all night..."
And with that another flickering candle was placed under Amanda's helpless
soles...
Amanda looked down over her sweat-covered body. Difficult as it was with
the gag, she swallowed hard. She tried to get her eyes to focus, which was
next to impossible after her third orgasm. The crotch-rope and its
devilish little knots had given her pussy another good working over after a
flurry of struggles. Her body and mind were becoming confused. The
crotch-rope and its knots were really beginning to hurt, in spite of the
pleasure of the orgasms they generated.
Then there were her tortured bare feet.
She managed to focus on the grillwork. There had to be over a dozen of
those candles flickering under her bare feet. How long had it been. One
hour? Two hours? The heat was incredible. Her bare soles were almost
certainly cooking.
"She's a tough one," commented the henchman.
"I suspect this bitch likes having her feet tortured," the villainess
replied. "It that the trick, Amanda? Do you get off on having your feet
tortured? I've counted three orgasms since we started the festivities."
Amanda stared blankly at her, then glanced back down at her bound and
slowly cooking feet.
"Get the next item," the villainess ordered the henchman.
He returned with a pole stand about two feet tall, atop which was a bowl.
A blue flame flickered under the bowl. He placed the pole next to the
grill.
"This will get a reaction out of her," the villainess commented.
And with that, she dipped a ladle into the bowl and held it over the
exposed tops of Amanda's bound feet.
"Hot wax, dear?"
Amanda's eyes went wide. She shook her head, crying "NO!" against the gag.
"You going to talk?"
Amanda nodded.
"Remove the gag," she ordered the henchman.
He complied.
"Now where's the package?"
"Bus station locker, downtown", Amanda replied, trying to recover from the
foul taste of the gag.
"Locker number and key?" the villainess asked.
Amanda was swallowing to remove the taste of the gag.
But the villainess was impatient, and poured the hot wax over the tops of
her feet.
"AAIIEEEEE!" Amanda cried.
"Locker number and key?" she insisted.
"Locker 27! The key is in the lamp outside the front door of my apartment!"
She looked to the henchman. "Get it, but there's no real hurry."
The henchman gave a knowing smile at Amanda and then departed.
The villainess knelt down to the grill.
"Now wasn't that much better, Amanda?" she said as she began removing the
flickering candles from under Amanda's tortured soles.
Amanda remained silent. It appeared that her suffering was finally over.
"And these poor tortured feet," the villainess continued, peeling up the
cooled wax from the tops of Amanda's feet. "They've endured so much abuse
due to your stubbornness."
With the candles gone and the wax removed, she began untying Amanda's feet
from the grill.
Amanda closed her eyes. She was finally going to be freed. She inhaled
deeply.
"And I think they should endure some more!" the villainess shouted.
Amanda quickly opened her eyes, but it was too late. The rope was already
around her ankles and the villainess was hoisting them back up so her legs
were parallel to the floor.
"Hey!" Amanda cried.
The villainess again bound Amanda's big toes together with twine and then
pulled it back tight, securing it to her ankles and ensuring Amanda's soles
were taut and helpless.
"I can't let you go just yet," the villainess smiled, "and I do so much
enjoy torturing your feet. I plan to have some more fun with you until my
partner returns with the package."
Amanda was speechless as the villainess approached her helpless bare soles
with a curling iron.
THE END?
