“The Celebrity Tickler” Part 12 (mmf/fx9)

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“The Celebrity Tickler” Part 12

Starring:
NICOLE KIDMAN
REESE WITHERSPOON
SANDRA BULLOCK
EVA LONGORIA
CHARLIZE THERON
UMA THURMAN
ELIZABETH HURLEY
CAMERON DIAZ
SARAH JESSICA PARKER


May 3, 2020
F.B.I. Regional Headquarters
Los Angeles, California

F.B.I. Special Agents Kelly Henderson and Ashley Goff rubbed their eyes as the clock moved to 2 a.m. The two women were utterly exhausted from tracking down former victims from Simon Bickler’s crime spree in 2005. They had poured over their interview notes and quadruple-checked all the reports and evidence, but they weren’t any closer to figuring out what Simon might be up to now that he had escaped from his cell. Was he plotting to begin again? Would he try to meet up with his old accomplices? The agents still had no answers, but at least he hadn’t gotten up to his old tricks as of yet. Kelly had lugged up a box full of reports and recordings. It was the 12th incident in the case and easily the most amount of victims that Simon and his crew had taken at one time. It was also the incident which led to their arrest.

Ashley picked up Simon’s old, infamous feather out of an evidence bag and twirled it in the air. She casually asked her partner, “What do you think it’s like…you know…like if you were trapped? If you were one of the women tied up and forced to endure the tickling?”

Kelly kicked off her high heels and let her nyloned soles breathe. She shrugged out of her suit jacket and answered, “Well apparently it’s maddening. All these women that were unfortunate enough to cross paths with him couldn’t stand it. I imagine it would be pure torture.”

Ashley: “Yeah, I guess you’re right. All of them broke down eventually. It must be like Chinese water torture or something.”

Kelly: “Something like that. I’ll happily count my blessings that I never have to experience something like that. And it sucks that Simon was caught more by dumb luck rather than good police work. Alright, let’s start going through this case file. It’s a big one.”


15 YEARS EARLIER…


December 15, 2005
The Oscars
Kodak Theater in Hollywood
Los Angeles, California

Announcer: “It’s a beautiful night here at the 77th annual Oscars in Hollywood! And just look at those stars walking in on the red carpet. Truly a sight to behold. The Oscars really draw the most stunning actresses the film industry has to offer. Everyone is here tonight. These dresses are simply breathtaking for those of you watching at home. Tonight we are graced with The Who’s Who of Hollywood. Each of these ladies has a timeless, elegant beauty with how they carry themselves and that’s why they’re stars, let me tell you. Now there is some concern over recent events this year but I assure you that security has been of the utmost concern for this event. The organizers and law enforcement are taking no chances tonight.”

Along the glamorous red carpet, celebrities walked in to have their pictures snapped and paused every so often to speak with reporters. Camera flashes and bright video recorder lights washed over Charlize Theron as she came over to a cluster of reporters to answer questions. The 30-year old starlet was quickly becoming a heavy hitter in Hollywood. That night she wore her dirty blonde hair slicked back with gel like she had just stepped out of a shower. Her tanned, lean figure strutted elegantly as if she were an angel. A reporter asked Charlize about the security of the event and if she had any concerns. She gave a relaxed smile and simply told them she had no concerns whatsoever, just as her agent had coached her to despite her true feelings. Secretly, Charlie thought that if anyone got their hands on her silky smooth soles, she would absolutely die.

Cameron Diaz beamed her signature wide smile as she posed for a flurry of snapshots. Her short, bleach blonde hair accentuated nicely against her sun kissed skin. The bubbly 33-year old stopped to give a short interview. A reporter asked her what she thought about the events involving Simon that had occurred during the last year. Cameron was prepared to give a carefully thought out answer and expressed her concern for the victims so far. And then, although it was in poor taste, the reporter asked her if she was in fact ticklish and what her reaction would be if she found herself in a similar situation. Cameron was a little taken aback but finally replied, “Um…I am definitely ticklish. Like all over. But I’m not going to tell you my worst spots.” Cameron let out a burst of playful laughter. “I just hope that police catch that guy soon. I don’t think I could handle it if I were in that position. I would probably go insane haha.”

Nearby, Elizabeth Hurley was speaking with reporters in her sultry British accent. Her large, globular breasts formed a tempting line of cleavage in the middle of her dress. Elizabeth looked like a total babe, especially at 40 years old. She too had been asked about her reaction to Simon’s abduction spree. Elizabeth acted shocked and repulsed at the thought of ending up in Simon’s clutches. She said, “Oh can you imagine?! Being tickled all over and forced to say ridiculous things! I would die! I don’t want anyone coming near my feet, heavens no!”

Onto the red carpet strolled Uma Thurman. The 35-year old was a hot commodity in the movie business at the time after her success with the Kill Bill series. Uma paused to be photographed and then took some quick questions. Predictably, a reporter asked her what her thoughts were on the added security for The Oscars. Uma smiled kindly and answered, “I think it can’t hurt, especially until the police arrest that terrible man. I don’t think there’s any possible way he could cause a problem tonight with how many people are here, but it does make me feel better knowing there’s absolutely no chance for that now.” Another reporter asked a direct question, “Uma, what would happen if you found yourself in a similar situation? Would you be able to handle it?” Uma considered what she was about to say. She replied, “I’ll just say that I’m very grateful I don’t have to worry about that tonight and I’m sure law enforcement will catch that man soon. Thank you, that will be all.”

Reporters swarmed Nicole Kidman, the radiant Aussie who was the epitome of classiness. She strolled along the red carpet as cameras flashed. The 38-year old’s sultry smile worked the crowd as she soaked in the attention. A jumble of reporters stuck microphones up near her face and began asking questions. After the usual red carpet questions, the interviewers got to what they really wanted to ask her. One lady shouted, “Nicole! Are you ticklish? What would you be thinking if you found yourself being tickled by ‘The Celebrity Tickler’ like so many of your fellow celebs have?” Nicole pondered the questions with a smirk and calmly answered, “Well, to answer your first question…I am VERY ticklish. And if I were in that situation, I would be hoping he wouldn’t find my worst spots. Thank you for your time. I have to get inside.”

Eva Longoria was next. The 30-year old Desperate Housewives star looked incredible as she paused for pictures. Her beauty was timeless. Eva was also fielding questions about Simon Bickler. When a reporter asked her if she was ticklish, Eva gave a scowl of disapproval and replied, “Can we just enjoy the awards tonight? Does it really matter if I’m ticklish or not? Aren’t most women? I think you all need to stop giving this man so much attention and let the police find him. He probably loves to see interviews like this where celebrities talk about how worried they are about ending up one of his victims. Excuse me.” With that, Eva moved along. She didn’t want to let the reporters know that the thought of ending up bound and having her feet tickled made her skin crawl.

Sarah Jessica Parker stepped out of her limo and greeted the sea of reporters and fans. Her lovely dirty blonde curls fell about her shoulders and her smoldering eyes looked from camera to camera. Naturally, the 40-year old Sex and the City star was asked what she thought about the added security and the hypothetical situation of being tied and tickled. Sarah’s concern was sincere as she answered, “I am so glad they have taken the extra precautions they have here tonight. It has put my mind at ease, believe me. The thought of being in a similar situation just makes me want to crawl in a hole and cry. I mean how terrible would that be, right?”

Next on the red carpet was Reese Witherspoon. The 29-year old, perky blonde absolutely shined all done up in her Oscars best. She listened intently to the interviewers and poised herself like she had been coached. When they asked her if she was worried about falling victim to Simon Bickler, Reese had a worried expression as she answered. “I could not imagine going through what some of my fellow friend and colleagues have gone through. I know for a fact that I wouldn’t be able to handle what they’ve been through. And I think it goes to show just how strong some of those women are.” A perfect execution of what her agent had instructed her to say if reporters touched on that subject. Always take a negative subject and put a positive spin on it.

Sandra Bullock climbed out of her limo in a form-fitting dress. The 41-year old looked incredibly fit and toned for her age. Sandra strutted along the red carpet, a veteran Hollywood actress that had done this before for sure. Reporters encroached upon her and began their barrage of questions about the additional security and of course the hypothetical scenario of Sandra ending up in Simon’s clutches. Sandra cooly stated, “Look, if Simon and I ever crossed paths, I would probably have to hurt him. There’s no way I’m letting that psycho get his hands on me and tickle me. That’s not happening. I hate it. I kick and bite and fight back. It’s just not something I ever like to experience. So thank God the police are here and there’s no chance of me having to hurt someone. Now if you’ll excuse me.”


2 HOURS LATER…


Plenty of cops had been stationed at The Oscars as a security detail. And the feds had even been watching all the local hotels, hoping to find Simon’s crew checking in somewhere close. That’s why Simon decided to acquire a lavish hotel suite from someone who had already checked in. Stacy Landers, a 48-year old, stuck-up trophy wife from New York, had accompanied her rich husband to L.A. on a business trip. Her two daughters were also accompanying them, taking advantage of the free trip from mommy and daddy. Tonya was a 24-year old attorney that was just starting at a prestigious law firm, thanks to her daddy’s connections. Jess was a 21-year old student at NYU studying the arts. Both Stacy and her two incredibly spoiled daughters had been living it up in the fancy hotel room ordering room service and lounging out at the pool in bikinis while Stacy’s husband, Gil, was away meeting clients. The three of them had the great misfortune of being in the hotel suite when Simon’s crew conned their way in and took them hostage. To make matters worse, Gil had already told Stacy not to expect him anytime soon that night. He would be busy taking clients out on the town.

Inside the spacious suite, there was a large living room space. Around a massive television display, there were large, comfy couches and leather ottomans. Simon and his associates had brought in and assembled multiple sets of stocks and his metal frame he used to hang celebrities from so he could get at their outstretched upper bodies. Stacy and her two daughters, Tonya and Jess, were tied on one of the couches. It was evident by their shoes scattered around the base of the table, their bare feet scrunched up in nervous anticipation, and their distressed, frazzled appearance that Simon and his crew had already spent some time with them.

On the carpeted floor in front of the couches, were several of Hollywood’s A-listers that were present at The Oscars earlier that night. A small hill of high heels had been stacked in the corner against the wall. Shiny, designer heels all clustered together…an ominous symbol of the fate they all faced. Still in their dazzling dresses, the leading ladies squirmed, kicked, and wiggled their feet as they struggled on the floor. Each woman was bound with rope and their mouths were muffled with strips of duct tape that had been quickly pressed on to mute them as they were whisked away from the award ceremony.

Simon studied the largest amount of victims he had ever captured at one time. The site of so many bound, barefoot celebrities squirming and grumbling in a pile thrilled him. Elizabeth Hurley was hogtied and lying in the middle of the pile. She was fuming mad; grunts and growls raged behind the layers of duct tape silencing her. Elizabeth’s lovely, bare feet wagged up in the air behind her. She was furious as she struggled and tried to pull her hands free from where they were bound to her ankles. All that escaped her mouth were muffled grunts.

Cameron Diaz was also hogtied. She was frantic as she pulled at her ropes and writhed on the carpet. Cameron was struggling so hard to get loose that she clumsily tilted too far to one side and tipped onto her side. The radiant blonde whined and let out a disappointed sigh at her lack of progress. As it happened, Cameron’s feet ended up pressed right up against Elizabeth’s face. The British hottie growled in disgust and tried to strain her head away from Cameron’s large soles, freshly bared from her red carpet heels. When Cameron peaked over her shoulder at the commotion, she realized her incidental rudeness. She tried to roll back to her stomach, but it was proving difficult without the use of her arms. As Cameron struggled to do the right thing and upright herself, she was unintentionally sliding and pushing her big feet up against the side of Elizabeth’s face. They swiped across her face and nudged her cheek as Cameron worked to turn back over.

Sitting on the floor and leaning back against one of the unoccupied couches was Charlize Theron. She had been bound with her hands behind her back. Her legs straight out in front of her. They were roped off at several points, including at the ankles where her very long, bare soles were crossed over one another. Charlize had an icy stare as she jerked her body around every once in a while and mumbled complaints into her tape gag.

Sarah Jessica Parker was bound much in the same way as Charlize was. She was also sitting on her bottom leaving up against the couch next to Charlize. Sarah had her legs straight out in front of her with her bare feet crossed over at the ankles and tied. Sarah looked worry-eyed as she stared down at her vulnerable soles on display. She yelled into her gag and then made a series of whiny, pleading sounds as she wiggled her toes up and down.

The normally graceful and regal Nicole Kidman was lying face down on the carpet wedged between the legs of Charlize and Sarah. Her arms were tied behind her back and her ankles were tied together. Nicole jerked her arms and grunted furiously as she snarled into her tape gag. To make matters worse, her beautiful face was nestled between Charlize’s long, silky soles on one side and Sarah’s shapely peds on the other. Nicole growled as she looked harshly to one side and then the other, realizing she was surrounded by ladies feet. She rolled her eyes and redoubled her efforts to squirm free. As Nicole wrestled with her bonds, her large, pale soles shifted around behind her.

Eva Longoria was bound with her hands behind her back and her ankles tied together. She was lying across the couch behind Charlize and Sarah. The tan Desperate Housewives star struggled and grunted as she fought against her ropes. Although she didn’t mean to, she was putting her small, impeccably smooth soles up against the side of Sarah’s face when she outstretched her legs. Sarah felt Eva’s feet rubbing against her ear and cheek. She looked over out of the corner of her eye with a frustrated glare and exhaled loudly through her nose. This was absurd.

Sandra Bullock was sitting on her bottom in the pile. Her legs were bent and her recently-bared feet were flat on the carpet in front of her. Sandra’s hands were tied behind her back and her knees and ankles were bound as well. Sandra was quite worked up at this point. She violently shook to try and free herself. Her feet raised up and stomped noiselessly on the carpet as she grunted and shouted into the strips of duct tape silencing her. At one point, Sandra lifted her legs too high. Being tied up was throwing off her balance and she fell back gently onto her back. Sandra realized that struggling was futile. She pushed her legs out straight and waited to see what her fate would be. Unbeknownst to Sandra, she pushed her feet right into the face of Cameron. The perky blonde squealed in disgust as Sandra’s rather large feet covered most of her face. When Sandra heard the commotion, she raised her head slightly and looked down. She noticed Cameron lying on her side trying to strain her head away from the bottoms of her feet. Cameron was glaring at her and urgently mumbling into her gag. Sandra’s face was still expressive as she reacted to her and shouted something back. It was as if Sandra was giving a little attitude back at Cameron before moving her legs away. It wasn’t her fault her feet were so big. She couldn’t control where they might end up in a big, chaotic pile like this.

Among the array of restrained, whining women was Reese Witherspoon. The petite blonde was lying on her back. Her legs were up in the air, tightly bound with rope around her thighs, knees, and ankles. Reese’s arms were pinned along either side of her legs. Her wrists had been roped to her thighs. So when she maneuvered to her back to struggle against her bonds, her arms and legs were pointed up at the ceiling. The tender soles of her small feet wiggled and curled as she pouted in a whiny voice behind her tape gag.

Uma Thurman was also just another prisoner here among her Hollywood piers. The tall Pulp Fiction star was bound in her Oscars dress. Her arms were secured behind her back, her legs and ankles were meticulously tied with rope just like the others. Uma shouted and grunted into the tape plastered across her mouth, but nobody was going to hear her. Uma had been squirming steadily in hopes that she could get free before any of the impending insanity commenced. She shivered at the thought of ending up like the women she heard about after the details of their events are sent to various news outlets. Uma was lying on her back. Her legs were bent and her feet were flat on the floor. She growled in frustration as she stomped her feet on the carpet. Then she twisted and pulled at her ropes one final time. Uma thrashed and strained and ended up rolling onto her stomach with her legs straight out behind her.

Nicole Kidman was not one to just lie around and wait to be tormented. She was also tied with her arms fastened behind her back and her legs bound together. The Aussie hottie had somehow managed to work her way up so she was kneeling. Nicole was trying to find a way to her feet. It was almost completely pointless to try and walk away from their predicament, but she had to try something. Nicole struggled and swayed as she tugged at her ropes. She was trying to figure out a way to shift back onto her feet and stand up. But when she made her move, she immediately lost her balance. Nicole fell straight forward with a worried squeal. She was fortunate she didn’t get hurt during the tumble. But she was unfortunate in the fact that her face landed right in the middle of Uma’s now upturned soles. Nicole got a face full of Uma’s giant peds as she began grunting and squealing frantically. Nicole tried to turn her head left or right to keep her face from being smack dab in the middle of Uma’s humungous arches, but her bondage made twisting away from her predicament more of a challenge than she thought. Especially since she was nestled in a pile packed with writhing hotties all around her blocking her in. Uma looked back over her shoulder at what was going on. She sounded something into her gag that was supposed to be an apologetic statement of sympathy.

Simon: “Ladies, I’m sure you already know who I am and why you are here. So let’s just get started, shall we? You have a long night ahead of you. Goochie goochie goo…”

Simon wafted his infamous feather teasingly as the large pile of women looked up at him with worried expressions.


30 MINUTES LATER…


Now that the walls of the hotel suite were covered in sound-proofed padding, the duct tape gags had been removed and the celebs were free to laugh as much as they needed to.

Sadie had offered Stacy and her daughters, Tonya and Jess, the guarantee of no further tickling if they agreed to help tickle the celebrity captives. Cameron Diaz, Elizabeth Hurley, and Charlize Theron were cuffed in padded wrist straps that held their arms high above their heads under the custom tickle frame. The women’s bare feet barely touched the floor because all the slack had been pulled out of the restraints to really get their arms taught. Stacy was standing behind Elizabeth Hurley, who was standing in the middle of the trio. Elizabeth’s sleeveless dress afforded her silky underarms no defense against Stacy’s wiggling nails fluttering up and down. As tough as she was trying to be this evening, laughter-filled snorts and giggling still managed to escape her mouth as she gritted her teeth together. Elizabeth’s bubbly cleavage jiggled with each shutter she involuntary gave as the trophy wife continued flicking her nails about in her hollows.

Next to Elizabeth was Cameron Diaz. The perky, blonde star was not trying to hold back like the British bombshell was. Or if Cameron was, she was failing miserably at it. As Tonya slid her fingers about randomly in her creamy underarms, Cameron opened her big mouth wide and screamed like a banshee. Tears flowed freely from the corners of her eyes as she kicked off the ground and tried to pull herself up to guard her armpits. Cameron had just had her pits freshly shaved for the Academy Awards tonight. Tonya felt how flawlessly smooth they felt as she danced her fingers in the hot zones. Cameron was gasping for air. Tonya felt bad for her, but causing someone anguish like this was WAY BETTER than experiencing it herself.

On the other side was Charlize Theron. The impressive actress wasn’t acting anymore as real shouts of begging and crying laughter escaped her. Jess was standing behind her letting her have it. The traumatized young lady didn’t need any more convincing after experiencing what Simon and his crew were about. Jess skittered her nails quickly along Charlize’s hairless underarms. The tall, stoic blonde was quickly unraveling as she closed her eyes and cried out pathetic laughter and pleas.

Sadie supervised this batch of celebrities for now as they swayed back and forth from the metal frame, laughing their heads off together. One plus about nabbing celebs from the Academy Awards was all the sleeveless dresses they loved to wear to the event, Sadie thought to herself with a grin. She decided to join in. Sadie knelt down in front and teasingly asked the group of starlets, “Who’s ready for some tummy tickles?!” The group was adamantly opposed to the thought but could barely get out any words of protest before Sadie reached up and began scurrying her fingers like crazy along Cameron and Charlize’s tummies over the fronts of their dresses. Both women’s laughter kicked up a notch.

Cameron Diaz wiggled like crazy. Her mouth hung open in constant laughter as her upper body was overstimulated. Her bright blonde hair whipped to and fro as she swayed under her restraints holding her stretched out. Tonya danced her fingers in Cameron’s smooth pits while Sadie fluttered her hand up and down one side of her quivering tummy.

Charlize Theron scrunched her body as she tried to guard against the fingers flicking over her sensitive belly. Jess kept stroking lightly in her silky underarms as Sadie skittered her nails over Charlize’s flat tummy. The tall actress’ face contorted in ticklish agony as she struggled to endure the multi-faceted attack.

Just when Elizabeth Hurley thought she was lucking out by only receiving underarm tickles, Sadie focused all of her attention on giving the British bombshell a savage rib tickling. Elizabeth wasn’t expecting it and immediately howled with surprised laughter. She threw her head back, whipping her hair in the process. And she twisted desperately as she laughed even harder with her signature sultry voice. Sadie held onto her sides and gave them tweaks and flurries of ticklish scratches with her long nails, causing Elizabeth to go wild with laughter and flail about.

Sadie: “You ladies know what we want. Just agree to say those simple, humiliating words on camera and this can all be over. The longer you hold out…the worse this will be for you.”

While those three celebs were suffering on the upper body rack, three others were sharing an equally awful fate tied on the couch getting their feet feathered by Simon. He had used his infamous feather tactics on hundreds of women and knew just how to make them squirm.

Tied on one of the couches with their legs secured to the long ottoman in front of them were Eva Longoria, Nicole Kidman, and Sandra Bullock. Simon had given them all plenty of attention, each receiving several turns with his dreaded feather. He was focused on Eva at the moment. The gentle Latina was laughing sweetly as the feather wafted over her stunningly smooth soles, teasing them and causing her to wrinkle them cutely. Eva giggled and laughed on one end of the couch as Nicole and Sandra looked over with helpless expressions. The feather tickling seemed to be very effective on their freshly-pedicured soles that were ready for the Red Carpet that evening.

Eva melted into more giggles as her vulnerable size 6.5 soles were traced with the tip of the feather. Simon rolled it slowly, but deliberately over the pads below her toes and then across each adorable tip. Her maroon toenail polish was paired perfectly with her bronzed skin. Eva squeezed her toes down with a squeal as she fidgeted her perfectly smooth, aesthetic feet around on the ottoman. Simon smirked with satisfaction as he flicked his feather menacingly along each tan tootsie.

Simon: “I’ve got to say, Ms. Longoria…your feet are very well taken care of. Not a blemish on them.”

Eva Longoria rested her head back on the couch and allowed herself to laugh freely despite the humiliation of it all. Simon was waving his feather across her deep arches now, flicking it across her ultra supple skin. Eva felt powerless as she was forced to laugh. She barely could reply, “Th-thanks, I gu-guess! Hahahahahaha!! Please stop this!”

Simon slowed his pace, but still playfully teased Eva’s tiny feet with it as he feigned concern and asked the other two women, “Uh oh…looks like poor little Ms. Longoria here needs a break. Do either of you two want to take another turn so Ms. Longoria can rest? Hmm?…”

Nicole Kidman was next to Eva. She looked at Simon’s feather with dread, although she tried not to show just how concerned she was at the thought of feeling it wafting across her feet again. Maybe if she didn’t let on, he would not show her much interest. There were plenty of other women to keep his attention after all. Sandra Bullock was on the other side of Nicole. She frowned and looked at Simon menacingly like she was fed up with this game. She did NOT enjoy being tickled whatsoever. If she could get loose and get her hands around his neck, she would.

Since neither woman wanted to volunteer herself, Simon made the decision for them. He began wafting his feather teasingly up and down Nicole’s tender size 9 feet. The Aussie-born actress crinkled her face as she began giggling and shifting her feet about. Her milky white soles were long and feminine. Nicole’s well-defined toes were touched up with only a clear coat of polish, giving her toes an all-natural look.

Simon trailed the feather deliberately up the sides of her long soles, flicked it skillfully over the pinkish pads below Nicole’s toes, and then teased the undersides of her precious piggies. The Hollywood A-lister was back in full on giggles as she helplessly endured the feet feather treatment once again. When would this cycle of alternating between the three of them ever end?

Nicole: “Hahahahaha!! Not there again! Hahahahahaha!! You stop it this instant!”

Simon grinned at the world-famous actress’ feeble attempts at ordering him to stop tickling. He enjoyed hearing her ever-increasing laughter as he flicked his feather across her soles. The Aussie babe’s cheeks were turning pink as she fidgeted on the couch and wiggled her big, pale feet out in front of her. She couldn’t begin to grasp how someone of her status had been captured and was being subjected to tickle torture of all things on one of the biggest nights of the year. She was so above this, but yet still so completely powerless to stop it.

It was Sandra Bullock’s turn again before she knew it. Sandra rolled her eyes and started to mumble something as Simon began sliding the tip of his feather teasingly up and down her huge size 10 soles. Sandra stopped whatever she was saying and focused on not cracking a smile. Simon waved the feather gently over the tough actress’ tender feet. He watched for the slightest hint of annoyance. A curl at the corners of her mouth. The smallest twinge of her toes in reaction to the tickling feeling. Simon saw just such a reaction as he swiped his feather between each gap of Sandra’s toes. The stiff feather slid easily between the long, thin toes coated with black toenail polish. Sandra reluctantly let loose some suppressed giggles as the feather slipped effortlessly between her sensitive tootsies.

Simon: “There we go, sweetheart. I knew we’d find something you liked. Right between these lovely toes you have. There we go. Goochie goochie goo…”

Sandra growled with a burning hatred for the man and his damned feather. It continued to slide and twirl between her pinky and fourth toe on her left foot now. Sandra abandoned her facade of remaining completely still like nothing effected her. She began squirming a little in her seat on the end of the couch. Her toes began flexing and then curling down against the feather’s movements as it was run between each terribly sensitive gap.

The remaining three ladies were hogtied on the carpeted floor. Their snug dresses conforming to their lovely physiques as they struggled uncomfortably while being taken advantage of. Their beautiful, bare feet were oiled and upturned in the air behind them as Mitch enjoyed them intimately. Reese Witherspoon, Uma Thurman, and Sarah Jessica Parker whined and struggled on the floor as Mitch took turns using each of them. He rubbed his penis in the slippery gaps between their glistening arches and used a hairbrush to further increase their torment.

Sarah Jessica Parker was on one end of the group. Her wrinkly soles and prominent heels were shiny with oil as Mitch pumped his dick between them. Her mouth hung open in a prolonged state of sheer laughter as Mitch scrubbed her meaty size 7.5 soles with his brush. Sarah jostled about on the floor and let loose a torrent of throaty, panicked laughter while her hands frantically clawed and grasped at the air behind her back in desperation.

As the bristles were scrubbed into her deep arches, she screamed and curled her long toes down as hard as she could. Her unpainted toe tips were turning pale from squeezing so hard. Sarah whipped her blonde hair about as she whaled with wild laughter. Mitch kept scrubbing the brush over her epic wrinkled arches as his dick thrust between them. The Sex and the City starlet and her bare feet were his to use tonight.

Mitch decided to shift over to Uma Thurman, who was lying in the middle of the trio. He drizzled another coat of oil on her colossal size 11 soles and smeared it into her shapely arches and robust heels. Uma snarled her lip as she turned and looked behind her at the man relishing the feel of her giant peds. Mitch slid his throbbing cock between her slippery arches. Uma snarled and grunted with annoyance as her big feet were used for her captor’s pleasure.

Uma: “Enjoying yourself?”

Mitch: “You have no idea, babe.”

Uma had been expecting it but still wasn’t prepared enough for how awful the hairbrush would feel. Mitch began scrubbing it firmly against her deep arches. Uma jolted with a burst of laughter and then began squirming on the carpet as her feet were scrubbed. The bristles rolled effortlessly over her shiny heels, the vast oiled arches, and up to the threshold at the base of her long toes. Uma wide smile beamed as she cackled and shook her head desperately. Never did she think a woman of her status would be subjected to such deviant torture.

The sounds of frantic laughter coming from the Pulp Fiction star as he brushed her giant soles…the same ones he had watched during Tarantino’s movie countless times wondering what they must feel like in real life…was a fantasy come to life. Mitch felt himself getting more and more excited as he kept his cock wedged between her larger-than-life arches. But Uma was wiggling her feet so wildly that Mitch was having a time just keeping his penis in place between them.

He used the thumb and index finger of his free hand to clamp around both of Uma’s big toes, immediately restricting her ability to wiggle her feet about. Uma felt how captive her feet felt now with his tight hold firmly around the base of her big toes. With his other hand, Mitch again lowered the menacing hairbrush down and continued scrubbing it up and down the massive feet that were hugging his manhood. Uma arched her back and shouted obscenities as Mitch humiliated her. It felt awful being forced to laugh when all she wanted to do in that moment besides make the tickling stop was to convey how much she hated this entire situation.

But Uma’s turn didn’t last forever, much to Reese Witherspoon’s dismay. The bubbly blonde writhed uneasily on the floor as Mitch scooted over behind her. Reese bit her lower lip and widened her eyes in disbelief as she waited with dread for the first moment of contact. As Mitch slipped his shaft between her petite, feminine soles, Reese gasped and gave a pout. She curled her adorable toes down, revealing her light pink nail polish. Mitch admired her completely smooth heels, the wrinkly arches, and her cute toes.

Reese had just started voicing how if she could just make one phone call to her agent, she could have thousands and thousands of dollars withdrawn in a matter of hours. But her offer was cut short as Mitch began giving her the same hairbrush treatment as her fellow celebs. Reese erupted into belly laughter as her sensitive size 6.5 feet were scrubbed firmly with the bristles. Her body strained against the ropes and her tiny feet wiggled behind her as she was forced to feel the brush gliding over her tender heels and in circles over her vulnerable arches.

Reese: “Just let me use your phone for just one minute and I’ll get you AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The perky blonde bucked and screamed as her tiny tootsies were scrubbed thoroughly. Reese strained and swayed as much as she could against the strict hogtie. Her ultra soft soles were no match against the bristle tips. Reese begged and cried as the tickling went on. All the while, she was forced to feel the disgusting sensation of the strange man’s penis sliding between her feet. She felt completely taken advantage of. Reese felt like she was dying of laughter and here this guy was getting off to her feet. It was unbelievable. This was a literal nightmare for her. She couldn’t stand the fact that some guy would be using her feet of all things to get himself off. How humiliating and gross was that.

Reese was wiggling her feet as much as her bonds allowed, which wasn’t much. The brush kept scrubbing against her arches and drove her insane. When Mitch let loose and started cumming all over her soles, it completely caught her off guard. Reese gasped and tried to look back to confirm what she thought she was feeling. She saw his rock hard cock pulsing with excitement as milky jizz lobbed out of it down onto her arches and heels. Reese let out a pathetic “Noooo!” that conveyed her disgust and disapproval. But Mitch just continued to pump his shaft between her youthful, oily feet until he had blown his entire load onto the gorgeous actress’s soles.

Reese: “Oh you can’t be serious right now! You just made a big mess all over my FEET, you creep!”


30 MINUTES LATER…


After the first dose of tickle torture, Simon and his crew had switched around the actresses to see if the next bout with tickling would break them. He knew it was only a matter of time after all. And that was something he had plenty of tonight.

Several of the celebrities were located on the couches in the main room. On one couch were three beautiful Hollywood babes who were suffering Simon’s dreaded feather technique. Cameron Diaz, Sarah Jessica Parker, and Uma Thurman were all seated on the couch with their bare feet resting on top of a coffee table in front of them. Their ankles had been bound with rope. Their hands were resting in their laps and bound with rope as well.

Simon was wafting his pointy feather up and down the humungous soles of Uma Thurman to start. The other two ladies were just glad to have a break, but Uma was laughing and giggling. With such large feet, there wasn’t much she could do to hide them or escape the tickling. Even if she tried scrunching her toes down or crossing one foot partially in front of the other, there was just too much area to tickle.

Uma tried to act like the feather was bothersome but her embarrassing laughter and writhing around on the seat betrayed her. Simon trailed the relentless feather up and down her bare feet. The feather ran over her large expanses until it reached just under her long, curled-down toes. Then it would start snaking it’s way downward until it circled around her heels before repeating the process all over again and again. Uma felt completely silly for not keeping it together more. The sensations were getting to her as the feather was flicked across the bottoms of her large, vulnerable feet.

Simon: “What big, ticklish feet you have, Ms. Thurman. It’s hard not to laugh, isn’t it? Please tell me how you’re feeling.

Uma: “Hahahahaha! Go away, you bastard! Hahahaha! You know how this feels! Hahahahaha! Ugh! God, get your feather away from my feet! Hahahahaha!”

Simon: “I might do that…give one of your fellow actresses here a turn. But only if you tell me how unbelievably huge and ticklish your feet are. I want to hear you say it.”

Uma laughed and fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch as she wiggled her feet instinctively, trying to cross her feet and dodge the feather. That damned feather just never stopped! The tickling sensation wasn’t the most intense compared to that hellish brush the other thug used, but it was a constant, nagging feeling that made her desperately want to rub her feet to shake off the tickly itching feeling. Uma gritted her teeth and tried to wait it out. She had no intentions of appeasing Simon in any way.

Simon saw her futile resolve and teasingly danced the feather along the tops of her curled toes. Her feet shook and her toes curled down even tighter, making each long digit fit snuggly against one another. Simon traced the fine tip of his feather in the crack between Uma’s second and third toe on her left foot. She hissed with giggles as her feet trembled. It was clear she didn’t want the pesky feather slipping past her steely defenses and get at her vulnerable undersides. Simon quickly changed tactics and went back to wafting it swiftly up and down her shapely arches, causing Uma to melt back into laughter.

Simon: “Saying you have big, ticklish feet isn’t such a terrible request. It’s true, isn’t it? No harm in admitting that. Come on, Ms. Thurman. Let’s hear it. Which leading lady has the biggest, most sensitive feet in Hollywood?”

Uma shifted impatiently in her dress on the couch. Her trapped feet crossed over back and forth as she danced away from the annoying feather. Laughter slipped out of her as she grew tired of dealing with the sensations. Uma finally shouted, “Oh fine! I do! Hahahahahaha! Happy now? Hahahahaha! My feet are big! I can’t help it! Hahahahaha! And they’ve always been ticklish! Hahahaha! God, why do you want to hear about that?! You’re sick!”

“A deal is a deal,” Simon said as he eyed the other two damsels seated on either side of Uma. The Kill Bill star was relieved her big feet were getting a break. She slunk back against the couch to catch her breath. Her stomach ached from laughing as she looked down at her extra big feet resting on the coffee table.

Now it was Cameron Diaz’s turn. The bubbly blonde didn’t exactly have small feet either. As Simon shifted over in front of her, he waved the feather and chanted, “Goochie goochie goo, Ms. Diaz…tickle tickle tickle.” Cameron couldn’t help but look appalled as she stared at the feather waving back and forth. Her feet flexed back and leaned away off to the side as she instinctively moved them as far away from danger as possible. Wide-eyed Cameron shouted, “No! Not me! Please! It can’t be my turn again! Please, just skip me! Not my feet!”

Cameron was already jittery with nervous anticipation, but now her feet were absolutely shaking as she failed to contain her anxious trembling. Simon smiled wickedly as he began trailing his feather up and down Cameron’s big, silky size 9’s. Cameron smiled wide and let out the river of giggles she had been holding in. Soon she was full-on laughing as the feather licked the length of her soles from her creamy heels all the way up to the tender undersides of her constantly scrunching toes.

Simon: “Here you go, sweetie. Up and down, up and down…again and again and again. Until you can’t take it anymore on these pretty peds you have.”

Cameron squealed and kicked her legs as the feather wafted relentlessly over her super-soft foot bottoms. Her laughter was booming as she beamed a wide smile. Her bright blonde hair whipped across her face as she sporadically thrashed about on the couch. At one point, Cameron tried to use her long toes to grip the feather when it began flicking along the supple tips of her toes. Cameron managed to trap the feather when she nearly crushed it with her toes on her right foot, but then Simon made her pay when he wrapped an arm around her ankles to hold her still and then began scribbling his fingers all over her arches. Cameron screamed and immediately flexed her toes, which caused the feather to tumble down to the floor. Simon picked it up and began the slow process of sliding his feather between each of Cameron’s toes and giving each gap a thorough tickling. He slid it out tortuously slow and then made sure to flick the tip of it along each tender tootsie until she was screaming.

Simon: “Don’t try to fight it either. I can spot a fighter a mile away. And sweetheart, you’re not a fighter. Just give in and let that sweet laughter out. You’re too sweet and cute to resist my tactics for long. Just give up. Let me know when you’ve had enough.”

Cameron: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’m sorry I grabbed your feather! HAHAHAHAHA!! Oh God, please just stop! HAHAHAHAHA!! I said I was sorry! Stop!”

Simon let her have it for a while longer and then paid a visit to Sarah Jessica Parker. The Sex and the City star’s heart dropped when she saw Simon coming toward her waving his feather. Sarah tilted her head down and looked up at him with fearful, pleading eyes. She scrunched her meaty soles and groaned a little as the feather was lowered.

Simon: “Ready for your turn, Ms. Parker?”

Sarah was in too much shock to reply as she stared at the dreaded feather getting closer and closer to her bare feet. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth hung open absentmindedly as she watched. The feather contacted her scrunched soles and began trailing over her wrinkled arches. Sarah let out a hiss of giggles as she fidgeted on the couch. And then she quickly dissolved into laughter as the feather flowed rhythmically up and down her size 7.5 feet.

Simon: “There’s a good girl, Ms. Parker. Let out the laughter. Don’t try to resist. Watching you on Sex and the City, I always wondered what kind of ticklish feet were inside all those eye-catching high heels. I’m so glad I got to relieve you of yours tonight.”

Sarah leaned back against the couch and let out sweet, choppy laughter. Her meaty soles jerked occasionally and her toes flexed down and then up as the feather fluttered around over her arches. Simon trailed the feather up the outer edges of her feet and then would zig-zag the tip down the wrinkled insteps. Sarah slapped her trapped hands against her lap as she struggled to handle the feeling. The feather was relentless. Simone seemed to know just how to glide it over the supple, sensitive skin to get the best reaction.

While Simon was seeing to those three on the couch, Reese Witherspoon, Nicole Kidman, and Eva Longoria were tied on a separate couch. Each woman had her arms pulled up over her head and then tied down to the back of the couch so they were bent with their bare underarms exposed. Their red carpet dresses did nothing to offer protection to their unguarded armpits. They also had their feet propped up on a large ottoman with Stacy and her two daughters kneeling in front of it.

Stacy was on one end in front of Reese Witherspoon. She and her daughters had been instructed to suck the toes of the celeb they ended up in front of. And they were told they better do a good job or else they would find themselves taking another turn being tickled. So Stacy was slobbering and sucking on Reese’s toes and making it look very convincing. She was outright disgusted by the fact that some other woman’s toes were in her mouth, but she wasn’t about to be tickled again if she could help it. Reese had tiny feet, only about a size 6.5. But her toes were fairly well-developed and were adorned with light pink polish to give them a super cute appearance at the awards show. Stacy had a mouthful of as many of Reese’s pretty little toes she could fit in as possible. The uppity housewife couldn’t believe she was doing this as her wet lips wrapped around three and sometimes four of Reese’s toes at once while she made exaggerated sucking noises in case Sadie was checking on her.

Reese’s face was contorted into one of disgust and disapproval as she looked down at her toes being slurped and crammed into the poor woman’s mouth. She hated the feel of the lady’s tongue sliding between her toes. It was actually very agonizing to someone with feet as ticklish as hers. Reese grunted with annoyance and sometimes called down to Stacy. She shouted, “Oh God, that is SO GROSS! This CAN’T be happening right now! Hehehehehe! Get my toes out of your mouth! Stop! It feels weird! Hahahahahaha! For the love of God, get my toes out of your mouth!”

Nicole Kidman was positioned in the middle of the couch. Kneeling in front of her was Stacy’s older daughter, Tonya. Tonya also hated having to suck another woman’s toes, but she knew the consequence for not complying. She dutifully suckled each and every one of Nicole’s flawlessly soft tootsies on her long, size 9 soles. Tonya could feel Nicole’s toes scrunching and squirming in her mouth as she slid her tongue around the undersides of her tender toes. She knew the Aussie starlet was probably sensitive to the feeling of some girl’s tongue probing between her toes. But Nicole was also cracking up because Sadie was standing behind the couch and reaching around her bound arms to get at her underarms.

Nicole: “NOOOooooo! Hahahahahahaha!! Knock it off! Seriously! Hahahahaha!! Get out of there! Agh, that feels terrible! Hahahahahaha!! Stop! Stop! Please!”

Sadie lightly flicked her fingernails in Nicole’s freshly-shaven pits at a rapid pace. She was an expert at barely grazing the skin with the tips of her nails in order to keep her victims really on edge about the tickling feeling. It was hard for them to get desensitized to it that way. Nicole was starting to get pink in the face as she laughed and squirmed about on the couch. She flung her head from side to side with her eyes closed as Sadie drove her further into ticklish agony. All the while she had to also deal with the sensations of Tonya exploring between her sensitive toes.

Sadie relished dancing her firm nails ever so gently across the velvety, pale landscape that was Nicole’s underarms. The sultry beauty’s cheeks began to turn rosy as she laughed even harder. Sadie was a skilled huntress when it came to driving ticklish women made. She had an uncanny knack for feeling out just how to touch them to make them beg her to stop. Sadie lightly scratched her nails up along the out edges of Nicole’s pits and cherished her sweet laughter as she screamed she couldn’t take it.

Eva Longoria was on the other end of the couch. Stacy’s youngest daughter, Jess, had the task of sucking her toes. Jess grumbled and pouted while she unenthusiastically bobbed her mouth up and down over a couple of Eva’s tan toes. The Latina actress had painted her short, lovely toes with maroon polish. Because of how immaculately smooth Eva kept her size 6.5 soles, her toes were quite sensitive to touch. She giggled and cringed at the feeling of Jess sliding her lips up and down her toes and nibbling them occasionally.

When Jess glanced up and saw Sadie giving her a studying glance, she started going about her task more seriously. Jess made sure to thoroughly suck and lick between each of Eva’s well-pampered toes. The vivacious starlet squirmed and giggled in response to the maddening foot worship feeling. Eva had never had anyone suck her toes. The feeling was bizarre to her. And the fact that her supples tootsies were so incredibly soft and sensitive wasn’t helping.

Things got even worse for Eva and Reese when Sadie gave poor Nicole a break and reached out to begin tickling their underarms instead. Sadie had one hand in Reese’s right armpit and the other in Eva’s left armpit. The perky blonde and the stunning Latina both broke into more frantic laughter. Nicole was being jostled around as she sat between them, but she didn’t care. She was just thankful she finally had a break. Tonya was still sucking her long toes and making her giggle, but that was at least bearable in comparison.

Hogtied on the floor between the couches were Charlize Theron, Sandra Bullock, and Elizabeth Hurley. Mitch had oiled their bare soles and was giving each one of them the hairbrush treatment as he fucked their soles.

Charlize screamed bloody murder as the hairbrush was slid relentlessly over her smooth, glistening soles. Her large size 9.5 feet kicked and flexed desperately as Charlize lost her mind to the ticklish bombardment. She barely noticed Mitch sliding his cock in and out between her eye-catching deep arches.

Charlize arched her back and let out a tremendously loud “AAAAGGHH!!!” as she mentally wrestled with how powerless she was in this situation. The bristles gliding over her slippery foot bottoms were driving her insane. She felt defeated and trapped and just utterly humiliated in this predicament. Charlize, who was normally very stoic and graceful on the red carpet, was now in a fit of hearty laughter and violent spasms as she squirmed and wiggled her feet.

Mitch loved the feel of her silky arches as he pumped his cock between them. The thought of a gorgeous Hollywood actress getting her feet professionally pampered for the Oscars only to have them used like this for some degenerate’s pleasure made Mitch extra aroused. He reached down and grabbed hold of Charlize’s toes on her right foot to hold her foot still. Then ruthlessly scrubbed the brush across her smooth arch and circled it over her oily heel several times. Charlize let out an embarrassingly loud laugh.

Mitch: “Wow, you’re a lively one. Is my brush killing you? Can’t take it on your big, ticklish feet?”

Charlize: “No! HAHAHAHAHA!! Give me a break!”

Mitch: “Say it. Tell me you can’t take my brush on your big, ticklish feet and I’ll move on to someone else.”

Charlize: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!! God, don’t make me say anything like that! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I just want you to stop!”

Mitch: “You can either say it or prepare for me to use this brush on your feet for the next hour.”

Charlize screamed out of rage and agony. She finally gave in and told Mitch, “Alright! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I can’t take it! My big, ticklish feet can’t take that fucking brush!”

Mitch gave her a few more seconds of swiping his brush against her soles before moving on to Sandra Bullock. Sandra tried to flip her hair out of her face as she peered back over her shoulder and grunted loudly. She had absolutely no patience for this absurd treatment. Mitch pooled a generous amount of oil in his hand and then smeared it across her rather large, size 10 soles. He made sure to rub it between her thin toes, rubbed it in all over her arches that seemed to go on for miles, and coated her tender heels as well. Sandra shook her head and snidely blurted out, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Mitch positioned his erect penis in line with Sandra’s arches and then slid it between her roped feet. Sandra rolled her eyes and with plenty of attitude sarcastically spouted, “Go ahead and get your kicks, asshole. You’ll be in prison soon, I’m sure.” Mitch just chuckled and continued to fuck her rather big, buttery soles. Sandra grunted some more and curled her slender toes down, inadvertently showing off her black nail polish.

Mitch reached down to hold his hairbrush near Sandra’s face. Once she looked over and saw it, he heard her groan and start complaining. Sandra irritatedly told him, “Aw come on, man. Really? REALLY? You have to do this to me? You know what?! Assholes like you don’t get away with pulling shit like this. You’ll get caught. Oh you’ll get caught! And when you are in a courtroom getting told you’ll be spending the rest of your life in a concrete cell, guess who’s going to be in the courtroom with a smile on her face?!”

Mitch gently rested the brush against Sandra’s big, bare foot. He coolly replied, “Oh you’ll have a smile on your face soon…” Mitch began scrubbing the bristles rapidly across Sandra’s foot, instantly causing her to let out a loud groan and start wiggling her foot. Sandra had her face buried in the carpet as she used all her concentration not to laugh and make this more enjoyable for the creep. A mere 10 seconds or so of the bristles gliding swiftly over her long, slick arches was all it took before Sandra started losing it. Her hogtied body started jerking and shaking as the laughter built up inside her. And then the floodgates opened and Sandra began guffawing into the carpet as her extremely sensitive soles were plagued by the brush.

Mitch visited Sandra’s other vulnerable foot with his hairbrush and her embarrassing laughter continued spilling out of her. Sandra kicked and whipped her hair out of her face as she laughed wildly, despite how humiliating it was for the tough starlet. Sandra’s struggling caused her silky-soft arches to rub against the bulging shaft wedged between them. She inadvertently pumped her feet back and forth along the slippery member, causing Mitch to grow closer to another orgasm.

The heavenly feel further fueled his desire to tickle Sandra. He rubbed the bristles everywhere without mercy. Sandra was belly laughing as Mitch rolled the brush cruelly across the pads below her slender, scrunched toes and she wormed around on the floor in desperation as he slid the brush again and again up and down her long soles. Sandra had never been made nearly this hard before. Her body was sore from spasming and her throat was starting to hurt from the heavy laughter.

Mitch knew he still had one more beauty left to go with this group and he was getting dangerously close to shooting his load again. So he eased up and gave Sandra a break. Now it was Elizabeth Hurley’s turn and she looked like a trapped cougar. Her eyes smoldered with hate and warned anyone not to come close to her bare, ticklish feet. As Mitch knelt behind her, she snarled and crossed one foot over the other.

He lustfully studied Elizabeth’s meaty, wrinkly size 9’s capped with red toenail polish for tonight’s event. Mitch could tell her soles had been scrubbed and pedicured until there wasn’t a noticeable blemish on them. How sensitive they must be now after such a thorough pampering treatment in preparation for tonight. Mitch smeared oil onto her trapped soles and felt their pillowy softness. Elizabeth grunted and grumbled as her feet were prepped for the man’s twisted footjob/tickle torture combination.

Elizabeth gasped with annoyance as she felt Mitch slide between her tender arches. The British hottie called back to him, “Oh bloody hell! You knock that off this instant or HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Elizabeth burst into frantic, raspy laughter as Mitch began scrubbing her meaty feet. She tried to bend and curl her body into the fetal position but the strict hogtie she was in prevented her from guarding herself from the terrible tickling attack.

Elizabeth: “HAHAHAHAHA!! Oh that is awful! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Quit that! HAHAHAHAHA!! I’m bloody serious! I hate it!”

Mitch slid his brush over Elizabeth’s flailing feet as she groaned and laughed like crazy. Her curvy figure jiggled and bulged against her form-fitting red carpet dress. He savored there sight of Elizabeth’s wildly ticklish soles squirming about trying to dodge his brush as he rubbed the pesky bristles against her supple skin. Her pretty, shapely soles jerked back and forth as she screamed. Without meaning to do so, Elizabeth was sliding her soles quickly against Mitch’s stiff shaft.

Mitch: “Oh God, lady. I’m getting close!”

Elizabeth: “Noooo! You absolutely WILL NOT be doing that! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Behave yourself! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’m telling you right now! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! If you even dare to…OH FUCKIN’ HELL!”

Elizabeth grimaced and groaned as she felt Mitch shooting his warm load onto her soles. She was powerless to stop him as more and more lobbed out of him and onto her bare peds. Elizabeth tried to twist side to side and get away from being his target, but she was pretty stuck in the moment. Mitch jerked the base of his dick and made sure to let his cum fall all over the sultry beauty’s plump toes, which she inadvertently squished even deeper into her crevices when she curled her toes down instinctively.

When he was done, Elizabeth growled and snarled her upper lip in disgust. Her big, meaty feet had been used for this creep’s pleasure. And now there was his filth running down her wrinkled arches toward her robust heels. It was definitely not how she wanted to spend this enchanted evening.


30 MINUTES LATER…


The haggard group of celebrities were not fairing well now that Simon and his crew had been going at them for a while. They were once again shuffled around and forced into different ticklish situations.

On the couch in front of Simon were Reese Witherspoon, Charlize Theron, and Elizabeth Hurley. Their hands were bound in their laps and their bare feet had been tied and placed on the coffee table in front of them just like the two previous groups. Simon twirled his feather in his hand and studied the exhausted trio in front of him. Their bare feet propped up and vulnerable. Their spirits nearly broken. He stroked his chin as he contemplated who to start with. Then he made his choice and knelt down in front of Reese Witherspoon.

The bubbly blonde’s heart started beating faster and her eyes opened wide with fear and concern. Simon always relished the thrill of teasing his victims right before he started in. He wafted the feather and smiled wickedly. Reese let out a defeated sigh and asked in a whiny voice, “Oh noooo….is that for me?”

Simon: “That’s right, sweetheart. Goochie goochie goo…”

Reese looked at Simon’s feather as it drew near as if it were a red-hot poker. She squirmed on the couch and tried to form words that would somehow convince this mad man not to bother her anymore. But eventually the feather made contact with her tender soles and began gliding up and down with each flick of Simon’s wrist. Reese melted into sweet laughter as she craned her head back and let it out. How much more of this would she have to take? The tip of the feather trailed up her very sensitive instep, circled over the ball of her foot, found it’s way up along the base of her toes as it tasted the crevices between each set of tootsies, and then flowed down the her trembling foot and swept over her buttery heel. Then the process was done to the other foot. Back and forth. Over and over.

Reese was losing her mind. This was maddening. She had no more willpower as she slumped back against the couch and tilted her head back in full, resistance-free laughter. Her cheeks were turning red. She smacked the top of her thighs with her bound hands as she struggled to cope with the constant, overwhelming sensations. Reese curled and flexed her toes and shook her feet, but the unwelcome feeling never stopped. Simon smiled as he wafted the feather up and down Reese’s arches without so much as a pause.

Reese began babbling incoherent cries for mercy. Her poor, size 6.5 feet were easy targets propped up on the coffee table like this. She could do nothing but sit there and feel Simon’s feather as he stroked it up and down her petite, feminine soles. Simon chuckled with absolute delight. He simply loved tormenting ticklish women. He fluttered the feather along all ten toes and watched Reese squeal with sensitive surprise. Then he returned to the tried and true technique of waving his feather rhythmically up and down her arches. Reese laughed with a tired, defeated tone as she lazily shook her head from side to side in agony.

Reese was trying to hold out as best she could. She knew what would happen if she gave in. She’d end up just another celebrity in a long line of celebrities to be humiliated on camera as one of Simon’s victims. Simon flicked the feather across her small, tender soles. Reese kept laughing but was almost in tears now because she knew she couldn’t take it much longer. Simon sensed it and really focused on her more sensitive areas, not giving her a break for a second.

Simon held one foot still and methodically pulled his feather between each toe gap. He twirled it and flicked the tip along the undersides of them after he ran it through each pair of toes. Reese was going crazy out of her mind. Simon saw her spirit breaking and taunted her, “Just give up, sweetheart. Say what I want you to say and this can all be over with. Come on, you don’t really want me to keep this up, do you? How about it? Give up now or I can do the toes on your other foot…”

Reese: “NOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I GIVE UP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’LL SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT! I JUST CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE TICKLING! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

True to his word, Simon ceased his tickling efforts and let Reese finally have a much needed break. As she was panting and brushing her blonde hair out of her face, Simon was setting up his camera on a tripod in front of her. When he was set up, Reese looked directly at the camera with pinkish cheeks and a look of utter shame on her face. Her small, bare soles were angled toward the camera as well. Her cute pink polish was on display as she shyly curled her toes down in pure embarrassment from being filmed like this. Reese pouted and said, “I’m Reese Witherspoon and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”

One down, several to go. Simon moved over to Charlize. She had been dreading her turn so much that she audibly groaned when she saw Simon setting up in front of her and eyeing her gorgeous size 9.5 feet. Charlize began to panic as Simon slowly looked up at her and waved his feather. He asked her, “Ready to laugh some more, sweetie? Goochie goochie goo…”

Charlize gritted her teeth and braced herself. But she still ended up nearly jumping out of her seat when the feather began sliding up and down her extremely sensitive feet. Charlize let out a very frustrated groan and then began jerking uncomfortably in her seat as she laughed. Simon feathered her big, shapely soles as she quickly descended into hysterical belly laughter. Charlize had had enough. She thought that if she was never tickled again, it would be too soon.

Simon: “Wow, and I thought Mrs. Witherspoon was quite sensitive to my feather. But it seems we might have another nominee for the award for most ticklish actress. I guess we’ll just have to keep tickling you and see.”

Charlize: “PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU’VE HAD YOUR FUN! NOW LET US GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M TELLING YOU! PLEASE!”

Simon: “Oh it’s easier to take a little more tickling. Look, you’re doing it right now.”

Charlize’s face contorted into sheer crying laughter as she wiggled her feet side to side dodging the feather when she could. But Simon was relentless. He did well at keeping the feather in contact with her ultra-sensitive soles. Charlize’s legs trembled as she was forced into a ticklish overload. But Simon didn’t care about her mental crisis right now. He just kept wafting his feather up and down her big feet.

Charlize pounded her bound hands down into her lap as a way of getting out some of the pent up energy and frustration she was experiencing. She shook her head no from side to side as Simon honed in on her worst spot on her soles. He noticed how she squealed and jolted whenever his feather hit the super tender patch of skin just below the ball of her foot. The portion of her arches there were insanely smooth. Charlize cried like a wimp as Simon began feathering those areas on her big, bound feet. She screamed and kicked and begged him to stop. But Charlize was all but done for at this point. Simon had no interest in showing her mercy. He wiggled his feather quickly across the creamy upper arch and brought tears to Charlize’s eyes as she leaned forward on the couch in unbridled laughter.

Charlize: “OKAY! OKAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I GIVE UP! WHATEVER YOU WANT! HAHAHAHAHA!! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! HAHAHAHAHA!! GET YOUR FEATHER AWAY FROM ME! I’LL SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Simon gave her feet a few more swipes for good measure and then let up. He pointed his camera at Charlize and her big soles. She looked exhausted as she shamefully spoke, “I’m Charlize Theron and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”

Simon moved on to Elizabeth, who was scowling at him as she crossed her feet over one another anxiously. She had quite the experience with Mitch as he scrubbed her feet with his brush and then finished on them. Elizabeth could still feel the terrible bristles on her soles and thought her feet were too sensitive right now to withstand much.

As Simon knelt down in front of her, Elizabeth’s tough exterior broke and she tried futilely to reason and beg for anything but tickling. She pleaded, “Wait! Just a moment! I’m not sure I can handle this right now! Can we make an arrangement, please? I’ll never tell a soul if you let me go. And…and…and you can even have your way with my feet if you fancy that sort of thing. Um and…oh shit…and you can even have me! Please just no more tickling! I’m bloody serious! You can wank it to my feet or you can have your way with me in the bedroom if that’s what you’d prefer! Oh God, stop bringing that feather so close! Listen to what I’m offering! Please! I’m not ready for this!”

Simon: “They never are…hahahaha!”

As Elizabeth tensed her body and continued whining, Simon began wafting his feather up and down her meaty, size 9’s. She gritted her teeth and groaned as she felt the dreaded tickly effects start to command her attention. Elizabeth jerked her legs and curled her toes down, further scrunching her wrinkly arches. She quickly burst into throaty laughter. Her feet were ultra sensitive now. She shook her body and let out frustrated groans as the feather was dragged up and down her shapely soles.

Simon circled Elizabeth’s broad heels and then danced his feather up her deep arches to her waiting toes, all scrunched down in a tight squeeze which showed off her bright red polish. He wiggled the tip of the feather across the top of each plump tootsie as Elizabeth’s feet trembled and she let out cries and squeals of laughter. The annoying feather seemed to lick the cracks between each pair of curled toes and then slid gingerly across the rounded tips of them. Elizabeth giggled and her legs spasmed randomly.

Elizabeth: “YOU BLOODY PSYCHOPATH! QUIT THAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Simon ignored her and began sliding the pointed tip of his feather in every lovely wrinkle of Elizabeth’s arches that he could. He trailed his feather in the tiny folds of her supple, scrunched arches, which drove the British bombshell absolutely mad. Elizabeth’s body jerked and kicked without her control as she struggled to handle the awful feeling. Simon wagged his feather skillfully across both soles, targeting the incredibly sensitive arches. Elizabeth howled with laughter and exclaimed, “OH PLEASE NO!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU MUST STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’LL PAY YOU! I’LL FUCK YOU! ANYTHING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Simon: “Keep your offers, love. All I want right now is to drive you absolutely stark-raving mad by tickling you. Goochie goochie goo…”

Hearing those words all but broke Elizabeth. She let her head fall back against the couch as she let the laughter pour out of her. Her feet were still instinctively scrunched as she tried to hold out anyway she could. But her scrunching didn’t seem to lessen the tickling effects any. Her wrinkly arches were still just as vulnerable as she had figured out. The tip of the feather traced and dipped into every line and crevice, driving her completely crazy.

Elizabeth bucked in her seat and thrashed in utter agony and frustration. She was powerless to stop the feather no matter what she said or did. Back and forth, up and down. Simon just kept wafting it over her arches. Elizabeth finally gave in and blurted out, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH FINE! BLOODY HELL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I GIVE UP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! LET ME TALK TO YOUR CAMERA! I’VE HAD ENOUGH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!”

Simon backed off and let the tired, completely drained woman catch her breath and speak into the camera. Elizabeth stopped gasping for air and was able to say, “Ugh…I’m Elizabeth Hurley and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”

Meanwhile, Sadie was having a ball bringing three other celebs to the edge of their tickle limits in the master bedroom of the hotel suite. Sandra Bullock, Uma Thurman, and Sarah Jessica Parker were all tied on their back on the bed. Their feet were barely hanging off the end of it and their arms were tied outstretched toward the headboard so that their underarms were completely vulnerable. Stacy and her two daughters, Tonya and Jess, were kneeling at the foot of the bed. They had been instructed to tickle the poor ladies’ feet until told to stop.

Stacy looked over at her youngest daughter to her right. Jess didn’t appear to take any joy in tickle torturing Sarah Jessica Parker. Jess’ expression was one of sympathy rather than cynical pleasure. But she knew she still had to do a good job making the actress laugh or she might be switching places with her as punishment. Sarah’s cackling laughter could be heard further up on the bed as Jess scrunched her fingers along the bottoms of her shapely size 7.5 soles.

Jess had found that Sarah screamed the loudest and kicked her feet a bunch whenever she scratched over and just underneath the balls of her feet. The tender arch just below them was so explosively ticklish for Sarah. She flexed her toes like crazy as if she was short-circuiting. Jess was just happy she found an extra sensitive spot so she didn’t have to worry about whether or not she was doing a good job. She felt horrible for the lady, but she knew she better hold her feet still and focus on those areas. Jess encircled Sarah’s ankles as she cried out for mercy. Then she continued scratching along the balls of her quivering feet with her fingernails.

Stacy looked over at Tonya, her oldest daughter. Tonya was kneeling in front of Sandra Bullock’s big size 10’s. Sandra was really putting up a fight though. Her large soles swung back and forth rapidly and she kicked at Tonya’s hands as her fingers roamed across the freshly-pedicured arches. Sandra’s laughter could be easily heard atop the bed as she shook and wiggled her feet defiantly.

Tonya knew she really hit it big when she randomly scurried her fingernails up Sandra’s arches, across the pads below her toes, and dug her wiggling fingertips in right at the base of her long, thin toe stems. Sandra unexpectedly erupted into deep, booming laughter void of any feminine grace. Her toes instantly curled down in a death grip and her feet trembled in ticklish overload. Tonya knew she had found a clear weak spot on the poor woman.

Stacy noticed this as well. She felt relieved that her daughter had found a very sensitive area and had her captive laughing so much. She would hate to see either of her daughters tickled like they had been initially when Simon’s crew had taken over their hotel suite. But Stacy also felt bad for the innocent celebrity that had done nothing to deserve being brought here and tickle tortured.

Stacy turned her focus back to Uma Thurman. Stacy had wrapped up her right foot in an armlock to hold it still. She was scurrying her fingernails across the massive expanse of Uma’s sole as she kicked and screamed like a maniac. Uma curled her long toes down and tried to pull her foot away, but Stacy held her firmly. Uma used her left foot to try and loosen Stacy’s armlock or at least push away the hand she was using to tickle her right foot.

Uma was going absolutely mad with laughter and screaming. She had Sadie on top of her straddling her hips and digging her fingers into her sides and ribs with a vicious scrunching motion, making it hard for the Kill Bill actress to breathe. Sadie shook her fingers and firmly wiggled her fingertips up and down the sides of Uma’s dress. Uma arched her back and let out a tormented cry of agony.

Uma: “AAAAAAGGGHHHH!! GET OFF ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Sadie felt Uma bucking underneath her but held her place by gripping Uma’s body tightly with her legs. Uma was struggling. It was nearly impossible to keep her sanity with Sadie taking advantage of her vulnerable upper body while simultaneously having her large, bare feet tickled by another woman. Just when Uma thought she was maxed out on laughter, Sadie jumped her wiggling fingernails up into her unguarded armpits. Uma fell into silent laughter as her body convulsed underneath the devious woman. She gently flicked her nails against the creamy, outstretched hollows as Uma thrashed and bucked underneath her. No noise was escaping her mouth as her cheeks turned red.

Stacy heard Uma’s laughing simmer but saw her feet kicking and shaking even harder. Stacy came to the conclusion that Uma Thurman must be on the brink of breaking. Stacy hated tickling the poor woman, but the faster these celebs gave in and said what Simon wanted them to say the sooner they could all call the police and get out of here. For the sake of putting Uma out of her misery, Stacy stepped up her tickling efforts. She switched and took hold of Uma’s left foot in an armlock. Then she scribbled her nails wildly in her deep, long arch. Uma’s voice came back just as she started, resulting in an ear-splitting scream of ticklish agony and hearty belly laughter afterward. Uma fought and flailed her foot as best she could. She tried pushing Stacy away with her free foot, but Stacy held her steady and forced her to feel her fingertips scratching all over her terribly ticklish arch.

Sadie was fluttering her nails in Uma’s underarms and could see a shift in her facial expression as tears rolled down the sides of her face. Uma was broken but couldn’t get the words out just yet. Sadie had seen it many times. She eased up but didn’t stop working her nails in Uma’s armpits completely. She asked the poor celeb, “Aw…your huge, ticklish feet are going to be the death of you aren’t they? Aren’t they, sweetie? It’s okay. You can tell me. Is it too much? Are you ready to say the words, sweetheart? We can make this all stop if you want.”

Uma cried and just nodded her head, still laughing as Stacy danced her fingernails over her left foot and Sadie lightly traced in her underarms. Sadie gave the command and the tickling stopped. After she brought over the camera, Uma wearily spoke, “I’m Uma Thurman and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”

Sandra and Sarah were still busy laughing but had noticed that Uma gave up. But Sarah’s eye lit up with terror when Sadie climbed up on her and straddled her hips. Sarah was already laughing but managed to plead through it all, asking desperately for Sadie not to tickle her. Sadie smiled and wiggled her fingers menacingly as she lowered them down toward Sarah’s torso.

Sarah was already gritting her teeth and trying to survive Jess messing with the most sensitive areas on her soles - the balls of her feet and the hyper-ticklish patch of skin below them. But when Sadie began tickling her sides through her dress, Sarah’s laughter jumped up another level. Her eyes looked like they might pop out of her head as she began to buck and twist about on the bed. Her curly hair whipped to and fro as Sadie attacked her unguarded tummy and ribcage. Sarah sounded truly pathetic as she began to whine through her forced laughter.

Sadie taunted her as she worked her fingers upward toward Sarah’s bare armpits, stretched tight due to the restraints pulling her arms above her head. Sarah noticed what Sadie was intending to do and began screaming for her not to touch her there. Little did she know that begging only fueled Sadie’s fire. Sadie smiled wide as she slowly crept her wiggling fingers up further and further until she suddenly shot them up into the tender hollows like two spiders that had sprung their trap. Sarah erupted into a fit of screams and sheer hysterics.

Jess still had Sarah’s ankles encircled in an armlock. She held on tight as the poor starlet kicked and wiggled her feet wildly as Sadie worked her over. Jess was just glad she might be done soon. She held Sarah’s ankles firmly and kept tickling around the balls of her feet. Sarah’s laughter was getting more and more panicked. The bed rocked as she flailed about, trying to escape this hell somehow. Sarah started screaming desperately, “STOP! HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! GET OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! DON’T TOUCH ME ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’LL SAY IT! I PROMISE! ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO SAY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Sadie called off Jess and grabbed the camera. She pointed it at Sarah, who was a tickled mess at this point. Her mascara was running everywhere and her curly hair was a frizzy disaster after being tossed about for so long. Sarah’s voice was gravely now after laughing so hard. She told the camera, “I’m Sarah Jessica Parker and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”

There was just one woman left for Sadie to torment. Sandra Bullock was doing her best to hold out against Tonya’s fingers swiping along just below her scrunched toes. As Sadie swung one leg over her waist and climbed up onto her hips, Sandra groaned and said, “Oh come on, really?”

But Sandra soon burst into a high-pitched squeal as Sadie caught her off guard with a sudden rib tickling. Sadie vibrated and wiggled her fingertips over Sandra’s lean upper body. Sandra fired off a string of profanity as she squirmed uncontrollably underneath Sadie. She bucked and even threw her head back against the mattress as Sadie pushed her closer and closer to ticklish overload. Sadie dug her fingertips in and kneaded them along her toned sides through her expensive award show dress.

Sandra: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!! AH FUCK! HAHAHAHAHA!! GOD DAMNIT! HAHAHAHAHA!! FUCK YOU! HAHAHAHA!! DAMN BITCH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! SHIT! HAHAHAHAHA!! FUCKING STOP!”

Sadie: “Oh no, sweetie. Not until I get to these lovely…bare…underarms.”

Sadie began dancing her fingernails across Sandra’s pits, which were stretched tight due to her bonds. Sandra let out a furious growl and then was forced back into laughter. Sadie fluttered her nails over her supple, freshly-waxed armpits. Sandra clenched her eyes shut as she guffawed. She instinctively tried to lean her head over and bite at Sadie’s fingers, but her attacks were easily dodged.

Sadie: “Just give up. It’ll be easier that way. Just think of how many women have given up after we’ve broken them. There’s no shame in it, even for a tough girl like you. Come on, you know you want to.”

Sandra hated hearing Sadie taunt her, especially while she felt her fingernails lightly scratching in her pits and driving her nuts. That and the bitch at the foot of the bed making her toes curl down because she figured out she was most sensitive at the base of her toes. Sandra tried to shake her big feet to throw off the invasive fingers she couldn’t see, but they kept returning right away. Sandra was beyond frustrated. She hated the fact that she couldn’t stop laughing despite being irate.

With steam practically coming out of her ears, Sandra finally couldn’t take it anymore. She was so upset with her situation and feelings that she thought she could cry rage-filled tears. Sandra shouted, “I’M FUCKING DONE! GET THE FUCK OFF ME! HAHAHAHAHA!! FUCKING STOP OR I’LL KILL YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! SERIOUSLY FUCKING STOP! I’LL SAY THE FUCKING WORDS!”

Sadie was pleased with herself. Another one broken. She retrieved the camera and set it up. Sandra’s chest was heaving as she caught her breath. She had a murderous look in her eyes. But she stuck to the script and told the camera, “I’m Sandra Bullock and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys. There. Are you fucking happy?”

As that was going on, Mitch had the remaining three celebrities who had not had the pleasure of getting their feet fucked. They were hogtied on the living room carpet as Mitch went to them one at a time. He had already cum twice this evening but the sight of beautiful, bound celebs always got him hard. Mitch was a little spent but he knew he had one more in him for a special gal in this group.

Cameron Diaz and Nicole Kidman watched helplessly as Eva Longoria was having her freshly-oiled feet fucked while simultaneously having them scrubbed with Mitch’s hairbrush. Eva’s adorable face glowed with laughter as her feet went crazy behind her. The bristles slid smoothly over her flawless, size 6.5 soles while they wiggled and kicked desperately in the air. Meanwhile, Mitch’s cock was nestled between her arches pumping in and out of them. Eva’s tan, creamy arches hugged his shaft and inadvertently slid against the sides of his meat in her efforts to escape his brush.

Mitch scrubbed his brush over the pads below Eva’s toes, which got a decent reaction. But it was when he slowly worked his hairbrush further down across her arches to her buttery heels that he noticed a distinct spike in her laughter. Eva laughed the entire time but absolutely squealed when Mitch grazed the bristles over the areas of her lower arches just before they reached her heels. Eva contorted her body and tried to shrivel up into a ball when he touched those spots. But her hogtie restraints prevented it. Mitch thrust his penis between her silky-soft arches and brushed the areas again. Eva screamed and tried to fling herself from side to side.

Cameron was about to cry as she watched Eva bury her face in the carpet and squeal laughter. Cameron knew she would get a turn as well. But it just looked so awful. Cameron had already been tickled senseless. How much more could she possibly take?!

Nicole watched with a concerned expression as well, although she was a bit more composed as years of Hollywood experience had trained her. Nicole knew she would despise being treated as such, but also knew she had very dexterous toes. Maybe she could use them to jerk this mad man off quickly and be done with this nonsense. And maybe before Cameron so she could at least spare one of these women from a horrible ticklish fate.

Eva shook her head from side to side. This was so degrading. She couldn’t take anymore. The tickling. The forced footjob. It was too much. Eva cried out desperately that she couldn’t take anymore. Mitch let up and borrowed the camera. He placed its tripod on the ground in front of the ladies and focused in on Eva. The Hispanic beauty defeatedly said, “I’m Eva Longoria and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”

Mitch looked at the two remaining Hollywood hotties as he decided who to take next. Nicole swallowed what little pride she had left tonight and spoke up. She said, “Um…please…please let me go next. I uh…I would like to. I just think I could uh…give you a good time.” Nicole felt humiliated offering her feet to the man like that. Cameron looked over at her in shock and then held her breath as she watched Mitch. Would he skip her and just get off to Nicole Kidman’s feet?

Mitch studied Nicole curiously. He had never had a captive offer to willingly subject herself to this kind of treatment. Mitch thought about why she would do such a thing. He guessed correctly that Nicole must be trying to hurry him along so that she, and Cameron for that matter, wouldn’t have to suffer so much.

Cameron wanted to crawl in a hole as the man settled in behind her. The look of shock and dread on her face was undeniable. Mitch looked over at Nicole and replied, “Thanks for the offer, babe. Why don’t you hold on to that thought while I deal with your friend here first. But don’t worry. I’ll be with you soon.”

Cameron let out a pouty groan as Mitch settled in behind her and began oiling up her soles. He held her feet together as he inserted his stiff cock between her shiny arches. Cameron gasped and let her mouth hang open in shock as she felt him start to pump his manhood between her big size 9’s. Her head bobbed back and forth a little as it was swayed by his rhythmic thrusts.

Suddenly, Cameron let out a shriek and then began guffawing as she twisted wildly on the floor. Mitch had begun scrubbing her big, bare feet with his brush and it was driving Cameron crazy from the start. Her feet felt so naked in the moment. Coated in oil and bare. Unable to escape the terribly ticklish hairbrush. All the while, having her arches used by his girthy member.

Mitch slid the hairbrush up and down Cameron’s arches as he held her feet upright and steady. The bubbly blonde shouted and belly laughed so intensely that it was clear she wasn’t holding anything back. Cameron’s arches were a major weak spot for her. Her mouth hung open in a perpetual scream of laughter as she shook her body wildly.

Cameron: “OH MY GAWWWWHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO! HAHAHAHAHA!! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHA! YOU HAVE TO STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU’RE TERRIBLE! HAHAHAHA!! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!”

Mitch was throbbing as he pumped his dick between the Hollywood hottie’s feet. Secretly, Mitch hoped Cameron would give up sooner rather than later. It was heavenly being able to have his way with her feet, but he was unsure if he could last much longer in this ecstasy. He wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to spend with Nicole, whom he thought was quite striking from head to toe. Mitch concentrated on Cameron’s arches and really gave them a relentless brushing back and forth. She screamed and pleaded for him to stop, but he continued scribbling the bristles across her oily soles trying to get her to break.

And break she did. Cameron was red in the face. Her blonde hair was tossed about. She had smudged streaks of black mascara running from her eyes down her cheeks. She couldn’t possibly handle that brush rubbing over her bare, slippery soles any longer. She frantically agreed to say whatever they wanted her to say. Cameron didn’t care anymore at that point. Mitch set up the camera and focused in on Cameron hogtied with her size 9’s tied up in the air behind her. With complete embarrassment, she said, “I’m Cameron Diaz and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”

Mitch was pleased that Cameron had given in. Now it was time for Nicole Kidman. She wished she could have spared Cameron some tickling torment but things had not played out that way. Nicole had no choice but to wait patiently as Mitch smeared fresh oil across her pale, size 9 foot bottoms. As she felt him slide his penis between her arches, Nicole took the initiative to grip him with her flexible toes. She began lightly scrunching her toes along his shaft and began sliding her feet back and forth to help get him off. Nicole hoped to finish the man quickly and be done with all this tickling business. With any luck, the man would lose interest in her and maybe their group would leave.

That’s when Nicole heard the man say, “Wow, look at you. You’re a footjob natural. It almost seems like you like this. Well sweetheart, let’s see how you like this…” The next thing Nicole felt was Mitch’s hairbrush scrubbing along her silky soles. She jolted and began screaming as the bristles glided over her oily arches and heels. Nicole shook her head from side to side. She knew the brush would be bad, but she didn’t realize it would be this bad. Nicole shrieked as she frantically squirmed her feet about behind her.

Mitch kept pumping his dick between her soles. He suspected she was trying to get him to cum fairly quickly. And he would eventually, but for now Nicole was going to laugh first and then take his load on her soles after. He ran the brush over her pinkish heels and then rubbed it in tight little circles on her milky arches. Nicole cried out pathetically but nothing could be done to stop this mad man from brushing her bare feet.

Mitch really struck gold when he slid the brush across the pads below her toes near the base of her tootsies. He even rubbed the bristles gently across the undersides of her toes. This all made Nicole laugh uncontrollably. She couldn’t stand it there. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth hung open in a perpetual shout as belly laughter poured out of her as well.

Nicole laughed harder than she’d ever laughed in her life. Her smooth, pedicures soles were no match for the brush bristles sliding over them. She wailed and screamed ticklish laughter as time ticked on at a grueling pace. Nicole begged, “HAHAHAHAHA!! WAIT! JUST A MOMENT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! LET ME GET YOU OFF! HAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! JUST GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES WHERE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHA AREN’T TICKLING ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’LL MAKE IT WORTH IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! COME ON! ISN’T THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!”

Mitch: “What I WANT…is for you to laugh so much you go crazy.”

Nicole was at a loss as she heard those words. This man really did only care about tickling women senseless. The footjob was just a perk. Nicole’s head drooped as she laughed into the carpet totally demoralized by her predicament. Mitch was killing her as he continued brushing just below her flailing toes. No matter how much she screamed, nothing stopped him from tormenting her.

Nicole couldn’t go on like this. She didn’t care about holding out any longer. She gave in and screamed that she would say the words. Nicole shouted, “OKAY ENOUGH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’LL DO IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’LL SAY ANYTHING! JUST STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH GOD, NO MORE!”

Mitch stopped scrubbing her soles with his brush, but the sight of the beautiful Hollywood actress break down like that really did it for him. Mitch couldn’t explain the sensation but hearing Nicole beg like that with desperation in her voice and mascara running down her cheeks did it for him. His cock was pulsing and ready to go at any moment. Mitch couldn’t take it any longer. He stood up and began jerking his shaft feverishly as he looked down at Nicole’s oily, pale soles glistening in the light.

When Nicole felt Mitch’s warm load start to lob onto her pristine feet, she groaned with extreme annoyance. She shouted back at him, “Really?! Really?! Now your finishing on my feet? You couldn’t have used a tissue or something? Don’t you think I’ve been through enough?!”

Mitch was stroking his cock and milking out the last remnants of his load onto Nicole’s silky soles. He replied, “Eh, just take it as a compliment.”

As the jizz began to run down her soles and seep between her toes, Nicole grunted with anger and disgust. Mitch turned on the camera and waited for Nicole to talk into it. The furious Aussie actress finally spoke. Nicole reluctantly looked at the camera with a seething glare. Her bare feet were sticky with cum. She snapped, “I’m Nicole Kidman and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”


15 MINUTES LATER…


Simon was already uploading his camera footage onto his laptop and dispersing it to various news outlets. Another nine celebrities to add to his long list of victims.

But suddenly, the hotel suite door flew open. Dozens of law enforcement officers and federal agents stormed in. Simon and his crew were quickly arrested and the celebrities were rescued from their bindings. It was only later after the dust had settled that Simon realized Jess, one of the daughters that had been forced to help tickle the celebrities, had slipped away during all of the tickling chaos. She had snuck out of the room and alerted the hotel staff, who promptly called the police.

Mike Stoddard had come to the hotel suite after the call went out. Because the F.B.I. had been heading up security at the Oscars and then leading the search for the missing celebrities taken during the awards show, Stoddard was in the area monitoring any possible lead on where Simon had taken them. He was more than a little proud to finally put handcuffs on that sadistic son of a bitch, Simon Bickler.


15 YEARS LATER…

May 3, 2020
F.B.I. Regional Headquarters
Los Angeles, California

Kelly and Ashley had been pouring over the case file through the night. They had bags under their eyes as the sun started to warm the horizon.

Ashley: “Wow, So that’s how it ended. The police got lucky because some young woman slipped away during the confusion. Just sheer luck she was able to do that and call for help.”

Kelly: “Yeah, nothing short of a miracle. Who knows how long he would have been at it if that young lady didn’t take a chance and sneak away. But now we have to find this asshole before he strikes again. We can’t let him have another run of victims like this. All those poor women.”

But just then, Kelly’s phone rang. She answered and listened with disappointment. After she hung up, her partner asked, “What is it? Did they get a lead on where he might be?”

Kelly: “No…worse. Simon just got his first victims since his escape…”


TO BE CONTINUED…

 

[Primal]

I know I’ve been taking a long time completing Part 12 of this series. It is almost done. Here is the first part of it while you wait. Be looking for me to add to this installment when I get the rest finalized.

 

[milagros317]

Great story! This is a fine series. 😀

 

[Jondude]

Just glad you're back buddy!!

 

[Asdfg9]

Welcome back!

 

[Orange69]

Yesss, can't wait

 

[soleman]

Love reading these!

 

[Primal]

The rest of Part 12 has been added so I hope you all enjoy! I’m also going to add a quick reference guide to the initial teaser for this series. That should allow readers to see which celebrities have been in which installments so far.

 

[milagros317]

The rest of Part 12 has been added so I hope you all enjoy! I’m also going to add a quick reference guide to the initial teaser for this series. That should allow readers to see which celebrities have been in which installments so far.

Great idea!😀

 

[adamt]

When can we look forward to the 2020 celebrities?

Great work as always!

 

[Primal]

Working on it now. Most likely in the next week or two.