“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 3
*This story was requested by a TMF member. It was written based off of that member’s interests so if you don’t like what it’s about, keep it to yourself. The news station and all characters are fictional. We made up every name and description so if they match a news team somewhere, it is completely coincidental. And you should let me know so I can buy a Powerball ticket because what are the odds of that? FAIR WARNING: This story is EXTREMELY dark and should not be read by anyone...ever.
The next day, the buyers started to pull up to Rich’s lavish property. There was plenty of room to park all their vehicles on his driveway. As the guests started to arrive, they were welcomed in and told to sit down in his huge living room just inside the front door.
Rich had invited Jeff Anderson, the owner of a professional soccer team out of state. Jeff had brought his wife, Vicky, with him as well to help select a tickle slave. Jeff and Vicky’s had always included tickling in the bedroom. What started as occasional tickling foreplay and unrestrained tickle sessions had progressed to tickling with bondage and a safe word. On special occasions, Vicky had even let Jeff hire a woman to come over, be tied up, and tickled while she got her husband off. Now their bedroom activities were moving on to illegally purchasing a tickle slave. Vicky knew Jeff loved tickling women more than anything and she wanted to make him happy.
There was Ahmed Zahir, a sheik from the Middle East. Zahir spoke fluent English as a second language. He had made a special trip to buy and smuggle back a beautiful American girl to be his tickle slave. Ahmed loved the thought of keeping a bratty, entitled, rich American girl and taking her back to his village for only his pleasure from now on.
Also present was Tyson Harris, heir to a large West Texas cattle farm with a personality that was larger than life. Tyson had a devilish, Texas smirk he gave everyone and was always speaking his mind to others. Despite being closely tied to a cattle farm, Tyson grew up around entirely too much money and usually got everything he wanted. Now he wanted a tickle slave to take back with him as if she were a cow he had just purchased at a cattle auction.
There was also James Cutler, a successful doctor that was recently divorced when his wife found out about his extreme love for tickling. James had been hiring women to be tickled for years since his wife would never let him do that sort of thing to her. When she finally found out about his extramarital activities, she left him. Now James wanted to buy a tickle slave to keep at home and tickle to his heart’s content without fear of judgement.
Lastly, there was Tyesha and Carmen, a couple local high-end strippers that Rich had come to know and befriend. Tyesha was a very tall, full-figured, light-skinned black woman that made a killing at the strip club. Carmen was about the same age as Tyesha and equally popular at the strip club. She was a blonde white girl with a massive booty. Carmen was a little lacking upstairs but her ass was the main attraction for her fans. Tyesha and Carmen were work friends at the club they danced at. Tyesha had gotten to know Rich through the many lap dances she had given him. Then she introduced Carmen to him and they also hit it off. Rich loved the way her thick butt looked in a g-string. Neither woman had an interest in buying a tickle slave but they had been hired on to help facilitate some of the tickling.
Rich addressed the group that had congregated in his living room. He introduced Tom and explained a few of the details about how and why the women had come to be in their possession. He said, “This group of women has some of the hottest ladies you could ever imagine being sold as tickle slaves. They’re young, successful, and most importantly...they’re stunning to look at. They’re used to getting up every morning to get dolled up and read the news on live television but now...we’ll help train them to be tickle slaves. They are yours to do with as you please while you are here. We’ll give you some time to get to know each girl before the auction process begins. But first, gentlemen, I think a special welcoming is in order.”
Rich and Tom left briefly to retrieve the women. The news anchors were still in their work attire and had been allowed to put their high heels back on. The eight damsels were marched out in front of the buyers and then stood in a nervous huddle as eyes gazed at their exquisite forms. Stacy Becker stood next to her peers and looked out at the group gathered before her. “They must be the buyers. Oh God, they’re just like the men I imagined fantasizing about me when I give the weather report. Freakin’ pathetic. One of these fucking losers is going to pay money to keep me as a tickle slave. This is so fucked up,” Stacy thought to herself.
Tom stepped forward and introduced each member of his staff. “Gentlemen, please let me introduce Rhonda Sterling, our top news anchor. Stacy Becker, the weather girl. Abby Wright, a field reporter and our resident yoga instructor. Megan Young and over there is Jen Dawson, also field reporters. Lisa Holstein, she covers sports and played them in college as well. Samantha Roe, one of our best news anchors. And her co-anchor, Courtney Jenkins.
Then Tom asked Jeff, Ahmed, Tyson, and James that they were in for a treat. He looked over at the group of news reporters and said, “I need four of you to go over and give our guests footjobs. And do a good job, they could be your new owner.” The news reporters didn’t move. They just continued to look confused and scared as they huddled closer.
Tom repeated himself and again told the group of women that they need to decide which four wanted to volunteer to give footjobs. Again, nobody moved a muscle. Tom was starting to get embarrassed now. He raised his voice slightly and said, “Fine, since nobody is volunteering like a good slave would, I’ll just pick four of you to do it. Courtney, Samantha, Abby, Lisa...over there now.” The four women whose names had just been called looked around in disbelief. They timidly stepped forward, mostly out of fear of what would happen if they didn’t.
The women didn’t quite know what to do so Tom instructed them to sit on the couches, take off their shoes, and then put their feet up on the ottomans. Courtney, Samantha, Abby, and Lisa all did as they were told. Courtney sat in front of Tyson, Samantha in front of Jeff, Abby in front of Ahmed, and Lisa in front of James. The women all slipped off their shoes and placed their bare feet up on the ottomans before them.
Tyson gave out an excited whistle as he looked at the bottoms of Courtney’s feet and undid the front of his pants. Soon he was holding her warm, tender size 9’s around the shaft of his cock. Courtney gave a disgusted expression as she watched him start to slide his member between her arches. “My goodness, little Missy. You news reporters have some soft feet, let me tell ya. Now you just keep going like that, ya hear? That feels excellent.” Tyson stared down at Courtney’s bare soles wrapped around him. She grunted and scrunched her face up in annoyance and disgust as she watched her feet being fucked.
Jeff was undoing his pants as Samantha tugged off her high heels and then placed her feet up for his viewing pleasure. Jeff looked back at his wife, Vicky, to make sure she was cool with everything. Vicky smiled at Jeff and nodded to give him silent approval to enjoy himself even though she felt a twinge of jealousy as she looked at Samantha’s large, shapely size 10 soles starting to rub the sides of her husband’s penis. Jeff leaned his head back and sighed with pleasure as he helped pump Samantha’s big feet up and down his shaft.
Ahmed prepared himself and soon was standing with his dick out just like the others. Abby walked over to him and timidly sat down. She untied her tennis shoes and pulled them off along with her socks. Then she stuck her wide, small size 6 soles up on the ottoman. He had a strong grip as he held her tiny feet together and started sliding his cock through the elongated hole formed by her meaty, wrinkled arches. “Ah yes, we do not have pretty redheads like you where I come from. If I take you back to my mansion, you’ll be the only woman I keep that has red hair.” Abby cringed at the thought of being taken back to the Middle East in this man’s luggage like a new toy.
James was approached by Lisa as he was pulling his pants down with his penis already mostly erect. Lisa tried to be tough but even the tall, athletic girl was in shock still that this was happening. She pouted a little and sniffled as she sat down and kicked her high heels off. She raised her feet up and placed them near James’ cock. Her huge, size 11 feet looked massive as they wrapped around his dick. Lisa’s long toes curled down to grip his shaft. James started pumping her arches as he kept looking down, completely mesmerized by her big peds.
Stacy, Jen, Rhonda, and Megan watched with feelings of revulsion plain on their faces as they looked on at their coworkers getting their pretty, pampered feet fucked. Baby oil was passed around to help lubricate the women’s arches. And then the men couldn’t help themselves; they began tickling the women’s feet a little while they gave footjobs.
Courtney squealed a little and fell into giggles as Tyson wiggled his fingers along the out edges of her slippery feet. He still slid his lubed up shaft through her arches but it was harder to hold her in place as she wiggled and jolted. Courtney looked adorable in her news reporting dress as she snickered and giggled from the light foot tickling. She tried to reason with Tyson, “Please just stop that for a minute. Let me finish without you hehehehe tickling me. It’s making it hard for me to cohahahahancentrate! Come on, this isn’t fair! I’ll do a good job, I promise!” Tyson just kept wiggling his fingers along the undersides of her feet as he thrust between her arches. “Miss, you’re gonna be a tickle slave and do ya know what that means? Means you’re gonna be tickled.”
Samantha had a determined look on her face as she focused on just finishing Jeff off so she could be done with this. She cupped his shaft with her arches and moved her feet back and forth. Jeff reached down and started playing with Samantha’s toes as she worked her feet. She tried to kick and shrug him away but he kept coming back. Samantha really started getting bothered when Jeff started wiggling his fingers around in her wrinkled arches. Samantha giggled and told him to knock it off but he just made her work through it.
Abby was rubbing her small soles over Ahmed’s cock but then tried to pull her feet away when he began wiggling his fingers along the bottoms. Abby shrieked in surprise and didn’t want to put her feet back up but Ahmed pulled them closer anyway. He squeezed her cushioned soles around his swollen member and fucked her oily arches intently. Abby giggled and squealed like a little girl as Ahmed played with her feet. Abby pleaded with him, “Sir...Sir, stop that! Hehehehe! Oh God, are you close? Hehehehe! Please hurry!”
Lisa watched with a sour expression as her feet were molested by a creep. She kept listening to the wet rhythmic slurp as James’ cock slipped back and forth between her shallow arches. Lisa couldn’t believe she was here being forced to give a footjob of all things. James began stroking her long, soft toes while he enjoyed himself. Lisa grunted an annoyed outburst and then began giggling and fidgeting her feet to get away. James didn’t let her off the hook though and kept coming back to her thin, lollipop toes to make her giggle some more.
Courtney squealed and giggled with laughter as Tyson kept tormenting her soles during the footjob. Courtney wanted so badly to pull her feet back and roll away from him but she knew that would draw a ton of negative attention to her. Instead, Courtney just shouted down to him, “Stop! Please! Hahahahaha! I’ll keep giving you a footjob! Hahahaha! I’ll do a good job, I promise! Just stop tickling my feet!”
Samantha was busting up into giggles as her big feet were tickled on top of being fucked. Jeff pumped his member between her large, heavenly soles as he continued to play with them. Samantha tried to shake her feet to throw of his wiggling fingers tormenting her toes but it did little to deter him. She was getting very agitated by the situation. Samantha threw her head back in frustration and yelled at him, “Aaahhh! Why do you like my feet so much! This is so annoying!”
Abby giggled and laughed as she squirmed around. Ahmed chuckled just watching her reactions. Abby’s tiny size 6 feet were meaty yet very tender. Her arches formed the perfect gap for his thick penis to slide in and out of. Her pale, wrinkled arches were now slicked up and shiny. They were perfect for Ahmed to reach his fingers down and stroke them teasingly.
Lisa whined and burst out laughing sometimes as James pried his fingers under and between her toes. She tried to keep her long, size 11 soles cupped around and hugging the sides of James’ cock but that was easier said than done when he was scratching along her toes. Lisa’s feet trembled as she tried to keep still long enough for James to finish. She cried out, “For the love of God, leave my feet alone! Hahahaha! This is hard enough without you tickling me!”
“Keep it up, little Missy. You’re doing a hell of a job,” Tyson said as he neared an orgasm. Courtney was distracted by the foot tickling to realize how close he was. It was only when the tickling stopped that she was able to gather herself for a few seconds before he blew. Courtney looked down at her feet being fucked and watched as Tyson started shooting lobs of cum onto them. The warm jizz fell onto Courtney’s arches and one burst ran down over her toes on her left foot. She watched with her mouth hanging open, completely shocked that someone could finish that hard by fucking someone’s feet.
Jeff was nearing his tipping point. The sight of Samantha’s big, shapely soles working his cock was really doing it for him. The news anchor was trying to keep her composure as he kept annoying her with little tickles. She was focused on getting it over with. Samantha rubbed her meaty, size 10 soles up and down his shaft until she saw the pearly white cum start to squirt from its tip. Lob after lob landed all over the bottoms of her feet as she silently watched with a bizarre expression on her face. “How could a guy be this into my feet?” Samantha asked herself.
Abby was giggling more and more as she squirmed. Ahmed’s tickling was so distracting that she had stopped trying to move her feet; Ahmed was the one pushing her feet closed around his shaft and moving them back and forth. Abby’s reactions were a turn on for Ahmed and he felt himself getting closer. As Abby rubbed her small, meaty feet around and squealed giggles, Ahmed began to blow his load. He pulled away from her feet and began stroking himself through his climax. Ahmed aimed his penis at the bottoms of Abby’s feet and let his urges come out. Soon, the young field reporter’s feet were covered in his goo.
Lisa curled her toes down hard as James kept trying to play with them. She giggled and squealed hard as her feet were being tickled. All of his teasing was making it very difficult for Lisa to stay on task but she managed to keep rubbing his dick with her soles. James was rock hard at this point. His ex wife had much smaller feet than Lisa and never would have let him do something like this. But then again...neither would Lisa if given the choice. James loved the sight of her huge soles wrapped around him and fidgeting as she giggled. It wasn’t long until he let loose and shot his load all over her feet.
The women thought the footjob welcoming act was done...until Tom informed the remaining women that since they didn’t participate, they would now have to lick the cum off their coworkers’ feet. The men were finished and off the couch so Tom made Courtney, Samantha, Abby, and Lisa sit on the couch with their gooey feet resting on a couple big ottomans. Stacy, Jen, Megan, and Rhonda immediately began protesting the idea and talked about how disgusting that was.
Megan: “What?! Tom, you have to be joking...Seriously?! Eww, that’s so gross!”
Stacy: “What?! Uh-uh, now way that’s happening! I’m never going to lick another woman’s feet, especially if there is cum all over them! You’ll never make me!”
Jen: “You’re crazy if you think for a second I’m going to lick another woman’s feet! Like that is so fucking disgusting!”
Rhonda: “Tom, let me put this in terms that even you can understand. I am RHONDA STERLING of Channel 9 News! There is no way in hell I’m going to lick cum off another woman’s feet! I am so above that!”
Tom raised his voice and yelled, “Well isn’t this nice?! Everyone’s got a fucking opinion on what they will and won’t do as a fucking tickle slave! Guess what ladies? You’re going to do whatever the hell we say you’re going to do.” Tom went over to Rhonda and took one of her arms behind her back, twisting it upward in an arm lock until she whined with discomfort. Then he took a handful of her dark hair and pulled her head back toward him as he spoke to her. “Listen bitch, you’re GOING to take your happy little ass over there and lick some feet CLEAN. Got it?” Rhonda looked like she was in pain. She nodded her head yes.
Tom Philips felt an immense rush from forcing his bratty, entitled #1 news anchor to do something she absolutely did not want to do. He escorted her forward still in an arm lock and pulling her hair back. He made her kneel on the ground in front of Lisa. Her size 11 soles were crossed over one another at the ankles and there was cum coating her toes and slowly trailing down her lengthy arches. Tom ordered her to lick Lisa’s feet clean. “Oh come on, Tom! That’s not fair, her feet are huge! There’s so much to lick! Don’t make me do this!”
Suddenly, Tom forced Rhonda’s head down by the back of her hair and made her engulf Lisa’s toes in her mouth. Rhonda’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as all of Lisa’s long toes barely fit in her mouth. Rhonda let out a muffled scream of disgust but Tom just started raising her head up and down by controlling her hair. Rhonda made gagging, choking sounds as Lisa’s foot went further into her mouth over and over. Rhonda was forced to slurp and suck every last bit of cum off the large soles. She began tearing up as she gagged on the foot being crammed into her mouth.
“That’s it. Every last drop, bitch. Enjoy the taste,” Tom said as he held her hair and listened to her struggle for air as she swallowed and choked. He let up a little and watched as she moaned and pouted while sucking Lisa’s toes. Her sloppy, wet slurps were music to Tom’s ears. He should have made the bratty news anchor do this every time she acted up at work. Then maybe she wouldn’t feel like the queen of the city after reading a god damn news report every morning.
Rich showed up by Megan’s side like the boogeyman. She whined and looked away from him as he told her to go suck Abby’s feet clean. Megan timidly walked forward and knelt in front of Abby, who looked at her with sorrowful eyes at what she had to do next. Abby’s broad little soles were covered in jizz and pointed right at Megan. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue a little, and made tiny, cautious licks along one of Abby’s pinky toes. Megan tasted her tongue and winced at the flavor. She went back for another lick, only smaller this time.
That’s when Rich grabbed her hair from behind and forced her mouth down over Abby’s little sausage toes all the way down to the pads below her toes. Megan squealed in surprise and disgust. She wanted to retch at the thought of having another woman’s feet in her mouth. Eventually, Megan got past the horrible reality of her situation and began licking and swallowing gobs of the warm cum coating the meaty soles.
Tom came back and retrieved Jen. She began resisting and shouting at him, “No! This is so fucking gross! I don’t want to do that! You can’t make me! No!” Tom bent her arm back in the same way and forced Jen to her knees just like he had Rhonda. Jen tried to resist him but she was so tiny it was pointless. She was forced to kneel and then looked on in horror at Samantha’s big size 10 soles waiting for her, crossed over at the ankles. Samantha looked down at Jen and said, “I’m so sorry, Jen. Please just make it easy on yourself and don’t make a scene about it. It’ll be okay.”
“No! Get your hands off me! I’ll never suck her feet! They aren’t going in my mouth and there’s nothing you can do about it!” Jen yelled up at Rich right before he grabbed an handful of her hair. Jen screamed “No!” as Rich pushed her head down and made her mouth slide down over Samantha’s toes. Jen made a pathetic whimper as she looked around with tears in her eyes. She started moving her head up and down and began to suck Samantha’s cum coated foot like a good girl. Rich shoved her head down until she took in as much of Samantha’s foot as she could. Jen was caught off guard and coughed spastically. When he finally let her up, Jen coughed and gagged. Strings of drool hung from her lips to Samantha’s wet foot. Jen’s eyes were starting to get really watery and bloodshot from gagging.
Stacy knew the same fate awaited her as she watched her best friend slurp and suck a fellow co-anchor’s feet. Then Rich came over to her and asked if she was going to be a good little slave. Stacy glared back at him. She considered her options for a second. Stacy almost decided to go along with what she was told but at the last second, decided to spit in Rich’s face. She yelled, “You can’t do this to me! I’m vital to that news station! I have fans! You can’t just make me disappear! You can’t make me suck and lick women’s feet! I won’t do it! Never!”
Rich walked away to wipe his face clean. Tom over to handle his rowdy weather girl. He snatched Stacy’s arm behind her back and put it in a lock until she was wincing. Then he took a handful of her light brown hair and pushed her forward. Stacy struggled the whole way. Tom put her on her knees in front of Courtney. Rich came back with a set of leather cuffs, which he applied to Stacy’s wrists behind her back. Stacy was now bent of the ottoman with her hands restrained behind her back and her face mere inches from her friend Courtney’s cum-covered soles.
Tom still had Stacy by the hair as she screamed, “No! No, don’t! That’s so fucking disgusting! I’ll never do it! Her feet are NOT going in my mouth! You’ll never make me suck toes! Get your fucking hands off me! Don’t you even think about trying to make me lick her feet! That’s so degrading! I would never!” Tom forced Stacy’s head down until her mouth took in both of Courtney’s big toes and several other toes to either side. She immediately shut up and tried to keep from gagging. “Good to know your big mouth is good for something,” Tom teased. “Does that cum taste good off Courtney’s feet?” Tom asked. Stacy let out an undistinguishable cry as he kept her head down.
Then Tom reached down and started taking off Stacy’s high heels. She let out muffled squeals and shifted her feet around in a panic as she felt them being bared. Once Tom had her pristine size 7.5’s exposed, he began wiggling his fingers along the bottoms of them. Stacy immediately busted up laughing as her mouth was still stuffed with Courtney’s big size 9 feet. She tried to pull up off of Courtney’s toes to really let out her laughter but was never able to. Tom made sure she kept her head down and kept sucking despite his tickling. He absolutely loved touching her immaculate soles. They felt so incredibly supple and had perfect proportions. Stacy’s feet were just like how he had imagined for years as he stared at her giving weather reports in revealing, strappy high heels.
Rich took a cue from Tom and went over to Jen to take her shoes off. She had finally just started getting in a rhythm of sucking Samantha’s toes and licking her shapely soles when she suddenly felt her shoes being taken off. Jen knew what followed wouldn’t be good. She begged, “Oh God, leave my feet alone! Please! I’ll do a better job of licking Samantha’s feet, I promise! I’ll even lick between her toes! Just don’t aaahahahahahaha!!!” Jen jumped and tried to reach down to block the tickling but Rich threatened her to keep going. Jen reluctantly started flicking her tongue across Samantha’s deep arches and then broke into laughter as her small size 7 soles were tickled.
Tyesha and Carmen figured now was as good a time as any to help out tickling the snobby news anchors so they got up and squatted down behind Megan and Rhonda. Carmen pulled off Megan’s high heels, revealing her insanely smooth soles. When Megan took her attention away from Abby to try and stop the inevitable tickling from happening, Carmen forced her back around and made her start sucking on one of Abby’s broad heels. Amber sounded pathetic as she whined with a heel plugging up her mouth, causing drool to run down from the corners. Carmen began tickling her exposed, size 8 soles and it made her jolt several times. Megan fidgeted and crossed her feet back and forth rapidly as she tried to protect her vulnerable peds.
Rhonda saw Tyesha walking toward her and immediately pulled her mouth off of Lisa’s long toes. Rhonda began pleading with Tyesha to be left alone and that tickling wasn’t necessary. Tyesha came up, grabbed her hair, and told her, “Bitch, nobody asked you a damn thing. Ain’t nobody care that you don’t want your little feet tickled. You’re a tickle slave now, bitch. You don’t get no choice in the matter. Kick them shoes off and get ready for these nails.” Rhonda was sniffling as Tyesha forced her mouth back down over several of Lisa’s toes but she still managed to push her high heels off with her feet. Then Tyesha reached down and started wiggling her long fingernails across the arches of Rhonda’s exposed size 6.5’s.
The news anchors continued to be tickled until they had licked their coworkers’ soles clean. Then Rich addressed the group. He said, “Well, I hope that was a good first experience for our buyers. I sincerely apologize for the attitude and behavior that was shown today. It appears we have some work to do before these women are ready to be shipped out as tickle slaves. As for you ladies, I have something special in store for you since you don’t think you have to obey when you’re told to do something. When I ask for volunteers, I expect volunteers. And no protesting about what you will and won’t do. You ladies are going to have to learn...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
*This story was requested by a TMF member. It was written based off of that member’s interests so if you don’t like what it’s about, keep it to yourself. The news station and all characters are fictional. We made up every name and description so if they match a news team somewhere, it is completely coincidental. And you should let me know so I can buy a Powerball ticket because what are the odds of that? FAIR WARNING: This story is EXTREMELY dark and should not be read by anyone...ever.
The next day, the buyers started to pull up to Rich’s lavish property. There was plenty of room to park all their vehicles on his driveway. As the guests started to arrive, they were welcomed in and told to sit down in his huge living room just inside the front door.
Rich had invited Jeff Anderson, the owner of a professional soccer team out of state. Jeff had brought his wife, Vicky, with him as well to help select a tickle slave. Jeff and Vicky’s had always included tickling in the bedroom. What started as occasional tickling foreplay and unrestrained tickle sessions had progressed to tickling with bondage and a safe word. On special occasions, Vicky had even let Jeff hire a woman to come over, be tied up, and tickled while she got her husband off. Now their bedroom activities were moving on to illegally purchasing a tickle slave. Vicky knew Jeff loved tickling women more than anything and she wanted to make him happy.
There was Ahmed Zahir, a sheik from the Middle East. Zahir spoke fluent English as a second language. He had made a special trip to buy and smuggle back a beautiful American girl to be his tickle slave. Ahmed loved the thought of keeping a bratty, entitled, rich American girl and taking her back to his village for only his pleasure from now on.
Also present was Tyson Harris, heir to a large West Texas cattle farm with a personality that was larger than life. Tyson had a devilish, Texas smirk he gave everyone and was always speaking his mind to others. Despite being closely tied to a cattle farm, Tyson grew up around entirely too much money and usually got everything he wanted. Now he wanted a tickle slave to take back with him as if she were a cow he had just purchased at a cattle auction.
There was also James Cutler, a successful doctor that was recently divorced when his wife found out about his extreme love for tickling. James had been hiring women to be tickled for years since his wife would never let him do that sort of thing to her. When she finally found out about his extramarital activities, she left him. Now James wanted to buy a tickle slave to keep at home and tickle to his heart’s content without fear of judgement.
Lastly, there was Tyesha and Carmen, a couple local high-end strippers that Rich had come to know and befriend. Tyesha was a very tall, full-figured, light-skinned black woman that made a killing at the strip club. Carmen was about the same age as Tyesha and equally popular at the strip club. She was a blonde white girl with a massive booty. Carmen was a little lacking upstairs but her ass was the main attraction for her fans. Tyesha and Carmen were work friends at the club they danced at. Tyesha had gotten to know Rich through the many lap dances she had given him. Then she introduced Carmen to him and they also hit it off. Rich loved the way her thick butt looked in a g-string. Neither woman had an interest in buying a tickle slave but they had been hired on to help facilitate some of the tickling.
Rich addressed the group that had congregated in his living room. He introduced Tom and explained a few of the details about how and why the women had come to be in their possession. He said, “This group of women has some of the hottest ladies you could ever imagine being sold as tickle slaves. They’re young, successful, and most importantly...they’re stunning to look at. They’re used to getting up every morning to get dolled up and read the news on live television but now...we’ll help train them to be tickle slaves. They are yours to do with as you please while you are here. We’ll give you some time to get to know each girl before the auction process begins. But first, gentlemen, I think a special welcoming is in order.”
Rich and Tom left briefly to retrieve the women. The news anchors were still in their work attire and had been allowed to put their high heels back on. The eight damsels were marched out in front of the buyers and then stood in a nervous huddle as eyes gazed at their exquisite forms. Stacy Becker stood next to her peers and looked out at the group gathered before her. “They must be the buyers. Oh God, they’re just like the men I imagined fantasizing about me when I give the weather report. Freakin’ pathetic. One of these fucking losers is going to pay money to keep me as a tickle slave. This is so fucked up,” Stacy thought to herself.
Tom stepped forward and introduced each member of his staff. “Gentlemen, please let me introduce Rhonda Sterling, our top news anchor. Stacy Becker, the weather girl. Abby Wright, a field reporter and our resident yoga instructor. Megan Young and over there is Jen Dawson, also field reporters. Lisa Holstein, she covers sports and played them in college as well. Samantha Roe, one of our best news anchors. And her co-anchor, Courtney Jenkins.
Then Tom asked Jeff, Ahmed, Tyson, and James that they were in for a treat. He looked over at the group of news reporters and said, “I need four of you to go over and give our guests footjobs. And do a good job, they could be your new owner.” The news reporters didn’t move. They just continued to look confused and scared as they huddled closer.
Tom repeated himself and again told the group of women that they need to decide which four wanted to volunteer to give footjobs. Again, nobody moved a muscle. Tom was starting to get embarrassed now. He raised his voice slightly and said, “Fine, since nobody is volunteering like a good slave would, I’ll just pick four of you to do it. Courtney, Samantha, Abby, Lisa...over there now.” The four women whose names had just been called looked around in disbelief. They timidly stepped forward, mostly out of fear of what would happen if they didn’t.
The women didn’t quite know what to do so Tom instructed them to sit on the couches, take off their shoes, and then put their feet up on the ottomans. Courtney, Samantha, Abby, and Lisa all did as they were told. Courtney sat in front of Tyson, Samantha in front of Jeff, Abby in front of Ahmed, and Lisa in front of James. The women all slipped off their shoes and placed their bare feet up on the ottomans before them.
Tyson gave out an excited whistle as he looked at the bottoms of Courtney’s feet and undid the front of his pants. Soon he was holding her warm, tender size 9’s around the shaft of his cock. Courtney gave a disgusted expression as she watched him start to slide his member between her arches. “My goodness, little Missy. You news reporters have some soft feet, let me tell ya. Now you just keep going like that, ya hear? That feels excellent.” Tyson stared down at Courtney’s bare soles wrapped around him. She grunted and scrunched her face up in annoyance and disgust as she watched her feet being fucked.
Jeff was undoing his pants as Samantha tugged off her high heels and then placed her feet up for his viewing pleasure. Jeff looked back at his wife, Vicky, to make sure she was cool with everything. Vicky smiled at Jeff and nodded to give him silent approval to enjoy himself even though she felt a twinge of jealousy as she looked at Samantha’s large, shapely size 10 soles starting to rub the sides of her husband’s penis. Jeff leaned his head back and sighed with pleasure as he helped pump Samantha’s big feet up and down his shaft.
Ahmed prepared himself and soon was standing with his dick out just like the others. Abby walked over to him and timidly sat down. She untied her tennis shoes and pulled them off along with her socks. Then she stuck her wide, small size 6 soles up on the ottoman. He had a strong grip as he held her tiny feet together and started sliding his cock through the elongated hole formed by her meaty, wrinkled arches. “Ah yes, we do not have pretty redheads like you where I come from. If I take you back to my mansion, you’ll be the only woman I keep that has red hair.” Abby cringed at the thought of being taken back to the Middle East in this man’s luggage like a new toy.
James was approached by Lisa as he was pulling his pants down with his penis already mostly erect. Lisa tried to be tough but even the tall, athletic girl was in shock still that this was happening. She pouted a little and sniffled as she sat down and kicked her high heels off. She raised her feet up and placed them near James’ cock. Her huge, size 11 feet looked massive as they wrapped around his dick. Lisa’s long toes curled down to grip his shaft. James started pumping her arches as he kept looking down, completely mesmerized by her big peds.
Stacy, Jen, Rhonda, and Megan watched with feelings of revulsion plain on their faces as they looked on at their coworkers getting their pretty, pampered feet fucked. Baby oil was passed around to help lubricate the women’s arches. And then the men couldn’t help themselves; they began tickling the women’s feet a little while they gave footjobs.
Courtney squealed a little and fell into giggles as Tyson wiggled his fingers along the out edges of her slippery feet. He still slid his lubed up shaft through her arches but it was harder to hold her in place as she wiggled and jolted. Courtney looked adorable in her news reporting dress as she snickered and giggled from the light foot tickling. She tried to reason with Tyson, “Please just stop that for a minute. Let me finish without you hehehehe tickling me. It’s making it hard for me to cohahahahancentrate! Come on, this isn’t fair! I’ll do a good job, I promise!” Tyson just kept wiggling his fingers along the undersides of her feet as he thrust between her arches. “Miss, you’re gonna be a tickle slave and do ya know what that means? Means you’re gonna be tickled.”
Samantha had a determined look on her face as she focused on just finishing Jeff off so she could be done with this. She cupped his shaft with her arches and moved her feet back and forth. Jeff reached down and started playing with Samantha’s toes as she worked her feet. She tried to kick and shrug him away but he kept coming back. Samantha really started getting bothered when Jeff started wiggling his fingers around in her wrinkled arches. Samantha giggled and told him to knock it off but he just made her work through it.
Abby was rubbing her small soles over Ahmed’s cock but then tried to pull her feet away when he began wiggling his fingers along the bottoms. Abby shrieked in surprise and didn’t want to put her feet back up but Ahmed pulled them closer anyway. He squeezed her cushioned soles around his swollen member and fucked her oily arches intently. Abby giggled and squealed like a little girl as Ahmed played with her feet. Abby pleaded with him, “Sir...Sir, stop that! Hehehehe! Oh God, are you close? Hehehehe! Please hurry!”
Lisa watched with a sour expression as her feet were molested by a creep. She kept listening to the wet rhythmic slurp as James’ cock slipped back and forth between her shallow arches. Lisa couldn’t believe she was here being forced to give a footjob of all things. James began stroking her long, soft toes while he enjoyed himself. Lisa grunted an annoyed outburst and then began giggling and fidgeting her feet to get away. James didn’t let her off the hook though and kept coming back to her thin, lollipop toes to make her giggle some more.
Courtney squealed and giggled with laughter as Tyson kept tormenting her soles during the footjob. Courtney wanted so badly to pull her feet back and roll away from him but she knew that would draw a ton of negative attention to her. Instead, Courtney just shouted down to him, “Stop! Please! Hahahahaha! I’ll keep giving you a footjob! Hahahaha! I’ll do a good job, I promise! Just stop tickling my feet!”
Samantha was busting up into giggles as her big feet were tickled on top of being fucked. Jeff pumped his member between her large, heavenly soles as he continued to play with them. Samantha tried to shake her feet to throw of his wiggling fingers tormenting her toes but it did little to deter him. She was getting very agitated by the situation. Samantha threw her head back in frustration and yelled at him, “Aaahhh! Why do you like my feet so much! This is so annoying!”
Abby giggled and laughed as she squirmed around. Ahmed chuckled just watching her reactions. Abby’s tiny size 6 feet were meaty yet very tender. Her arches formed the perfect gap for his thick penis to slide in and out of. Her pale, wrinkled arches were now slicked up and shiny. They were perfect for Ahmed to reach his fingers down and stroke them teasingly.
Lisa whined and burst out laughing sometimes as James pried his fingers under and between her toes. She tried to keep her long, size 11 soles cupped around and hugging the sides of James’ cock but that was easier said than done when he was scratching along her toes. Lisa’s feet trembled as she tried to keep still long enough for James to finish. She cried out, “For the love of God, leave my feet alone! Hahahaha! This is hard enough without you tickling me!”
“Keep it up, little Missy. You’re doing a hell of a job,” Tyson said as he neared an orgasm. Courtney was distracted by the foot tickling to realize how close he was. It was only when the tickling stopped that she was able to gather herself for a few seconds before he blew. Courtney looked down at her feet being fucked and watched as Tyson started shooting lobs of cum onto them. The warm jizz fell onto Courtney’s arches and one burst ran down over her toes on her left foot. She watched with her mouth hanging open, completely shocked that someone could finish that hard by fucking someone’s feet.
Jeff was nearing his tipping point. The sight of Samantha’s big, shapely soles working his cock was really doing it for him. The news anchor was trying to keep her composure as he kept annoying her with little tickles. She was focused on getting it over with. Samantha rubbed her meaty, size 10 soles up and down his shaft until she saw the pearly white cum start to squirt from its tip. Lob after lob landed all over the bottoms of her feet as she silently watched with a bizarre expression on her face. “How could a guy be this into my feet?” Samantha asked herself.
Abby was giggling more and more as she squirmed. Ahmed’s tickling was so distracting that she had stopped trying to move her feet; Ahmed was the one pushing her feet closed around his shaft and moving them back and forth. Abby’s reactions were a turn on for Ahmed and he felt himself getting closer. As Abby rubbed her small, meaty feet around and squealed giggles, Ahmed began to blow his load. He pulled away from her feet and began stroking himself through his climax. Ahmed aimed his penis at the bottoms of Abby’s feet and let his urges come out. Soon, the young field reporter’s feet were covered in his goo.
Lisa curled her toes down hard as James kept trying to play with them. She giggled and squealed hard as her feet were being tickled. All of his teasing was making it very difficult for Lisa to stay on task but she managed to keep rubbing his dick with her soles. James was rock hard at this point. His ex wife had much smaller feet than Lisa and never would have let him do something like this. But then again...neither would Lisa if given the choice. James loved the sight of her huge soles wrapped around him and fidgeting as she giggled. It wasn’t long until he let loose and shot his load all over her feet.
The women thought the footjob welcoming act was done...until Tom informed the remaining women that since they didn’t participate, they would now have to lick the cum off their coworkers’ feet. The men were finished and off the couch so Tom made Courtney, Samantha, Abby, and Lisa sit on the couch with their gooey feet resting on a couple big ottomans. Stacy, Jen, Megan, and Rhonda immediately began protesting the idea and talked about how disgusting that was.
Megan: “What?! Tom, you have to be joking...Seriously?! Eww, that’s so gross!”
Stacy: “What?! Uh-uh, now way that’s happening! I’m never going to lick another woman’s feet, especially if there is cum all over them! You’ll never make me!”
Jen: “You’re crazy if you think for a second I’m going to lick another woman’s feet! Like that is so fucking disgusting!”
Rhonda: “Tom, let me put this in terms that even you can understand. I am RHONDA STERLING of Channel 9 News! There is no way in hell I’m going to lick cum off another woman’s feet! I am so above that!”
Tom raised his voice and yelled, “Well isn’t this nice?! Everyone’s got a fucking opinion on what they will and won’t do as a fucking tickle slave! Guess what ladies? You’re going to do whatever the hell we say you’re going to do.” Tom went over to Rhonda and took one of her arms behind her back, twisting it upward in an arm lock until she whined with discomfort. Then he took a handful of her dark hair and pulled her head back toward him as he spoke to her. “Listen bitch, you’re GOING to take your happy little ass over there and lick some feet CLEAN. Got it?” Rhonda looked like she was in pain. She nodded her head yes.
Tom Philips felt an immense rush from forcing his bratty, entitled #1 news anchor to do something she absolutely did not want to do. He escorted her forward still in an arm lock and pulling her hair back. He made her kneel on the ground in front of Lisa. Her size 11 soles were crossed over one another at the ankles and there was cum coating her toes and slowly trailing down her lengthy arches. Tom ordered her to lick Lisa’s feet clean. “Oh come on, Tom! That’s not fair, her feet are huge! There’s so much to lick! Don’t make me do this!”
Suddenly, Tom forced Rhonda’s head down by the back of her hair and made her engulf Lisa’s toes in her mouth. Rhonda’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as all of Lisa’s long toes barely fit in her mouth. Rhonda let out a muffled scream of disgust but Tom just started raising her head up and down by controlling her hair. Rhonda made gagging, choking sounds as Lisa’s foot went further into her mouth over and over. Rhonda was forced to slurp and suck every last bit of cum off the large soles. She began tearing up as she gagged on the foot being crammed into her mouth.
“That’s it. Every last drop, bitch. Enjoy the taste,” Tom said as he held her hair and listened to her struggle for air as she swallowed and choked. He let up a little and watched as she moaned and pouted while sucking Lisa’s toes. Her sloppy, wet slurps were music to Tom’s ears. He should have made the bratty news anchor do this every time she acted up at work. Then maybe she wouldn’t feel like the queen of the city after reading a god damn news report every morning.
Rich showed up by Megan’s side like the boogeyman. She whined and looked away from him as he told her to go suck Abby’s feet clean. Megan timidly walked forward and knelt in front of Abby, who looked at her with sorrowful eyes at what she had to do next. Abby’s broad little soles were covered in jizz and pointed right at Megan. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue a little, and made tiny, cautious licks along one of Abby’s pinky toes. Megan tasted her tongue and winced at the flavor. She went back for another lick, only smaller this time.
That’s when Rich grabbed her hair from behind and forced her mouth down over Abby’s little sausage toes all the way down to the pads below her toes. Megan squealed in surprise and disgust. She wanted to retch at the thought of having another woman’s feet in her mouth. Eventually, Megan got past the horrible reality of her situation and began licking and swallowing gobs of the warm cum coating the meaty soles.
Tom came back and retrieved Jen. She began resisting and shouting at him, “No! This is so fucking gross! I don’t want to do that! You can’t make me! No!” Tom bent her arm back in the same way and forced Jen to her knees just like he had Rhonda. Jen tried to resist him but she was so tiny it was pointless. She was forced to kneel and then looked on in horror at Samantha’s big size 10 soles waiting for her, crossed over at the ankles. Samantha looked down at Jen and said, “I’m so sorry, Jen. Please just make it easy on yourself and don’t make a scene about it. It’ll be okay.”
“No! Get your hands off me! I’ll never suck her feet! They aren’t going in my mouth and there’s nothing you can do about it!” Jen yelled up at Rich right before he grabbed an handful of her hair. Jen screamed “No!” as Rich pushed her head down and made her mouth slide down over Samantha’s toes. Jen made a pathetic whimper as she looked around with tears in her eyes. She started moving her head up and down and began to suck Samantha’s cum coated foot like a good girl. Rich shoved her head down until she took in as much of Samantha’s foot as she could. Jen was caught off guard and coughed spastically. When he finally let her up, Jen coughed and gagged. Strings of drool hung from her lips to Samantha’s wet foot. Jen’s eyes were starting to get really watery and bloodshot from gagging.
Stacy knew the same fate awaited her as she watched her best friend slurp and suck a fellow co-anchor’s feet. Then Rich came over to her and asked if she was going to be a good little slave. Stacy glared back at him. She considered her options for a second. Stacy almost decided to go along with what she was told but at the last second, decided to spit in Rich’s face. She yelled, “You can’t do this to me! I’m vital to that news station! I have fans! You can’t just make me disappear! You can’t make me suck and lick women’s feet! I won’t do it! Never!”
Rich walked away to wipe his face clean. Tom over to handle his rowdy weather girl. He snatched Stacy’s arm behind her back and put it in a lock until she was wincing. Then he took a handful of her light brown hair and pushed her forward. Stacy struggled the whole way. Tom put her on her knees in front of Courtney. Rich came back with a set of leather cuffs, which he applied to Stacy’s wrists behind her back. Stacy was now bent of the ottoman with her hands restrained behind her back and her face mere inches from her friend Courtney’s cum-covered soles.
Tom still had Stacy by the hair as she screamed, “No! No, don’t! That’s so fucking disgusting! I’ll never do it! Her feet are NOT going in my mouth! You’ll never make me suck toes! Get your fucking hands off me! Don’t you even think about trying to make me lick her feet! That’s so degrading! I would never!” Tom forced Stacy’s head down until her mouth took in both of Courtney’s big toes and several other toes to either side. She immediately shut up and tried to keep from gagging. “Good to know your big mouth is good for something,” Tom teased. “Does that cum taste good off Courtney’s feet?” Tom asked. Stacy let out an undistinguishable cry as he kept her head down.
Then Tom reached down and started taking off Stacy’s high heels. She let out muffled squeals and shifted her feet around in a panic as she felt them being bared. Once Tom had her pristine size 7.5’s exposed, he began wiggling his fingers along the bottoms of them. Stacy immediately busted up laughing as her mouth was still stuffed with Courtney’s big size 9 feet. She tried to pull up off of Courtney’s toes to really let out her laughter but was never able to. Tom made sure she kept her head down and kept sucking despite his tickling. He absolutely loved touching her immaculate soles. They felt so incredibly supple and had perfect proportions. Stacy’s feet were just like how he had imagined for years as he stared at her giving weather reports in revealing, strappy high heels.
Rich took a cue from Tom and went over to Jen to take her shoes off. She had finally just started getting in a rhythm of sucking Samantha’s toes and licking her shapely soles when she suddenly felt her shoes being taken off. Jen knew what followed wouldn’t be good. She begged, “Oh God, leave my feet alone! Please! I’ll do a better job of licking Samantha’s feet, I promise! I’ll even lick between her toes! Just don’t aaahahahahahaha!!!” Jen jumped and tried to reach down to block the tickling but Rich threatened her to keep going. Jen reluctantly started flicking her tongue across Samantha’s deep arches and then broke into laughter as her small size 7 soles were tickled.
Tyesha and Carmen figured now was as good a time as any to help out tickling the snobby news anchors so they got up and squatted down behind Megan and Rhonda. Carmen pulled off Megan’s high heels, revealing her insanely smooth soles. When Megan took her attention away from Abby to try and stop the inevitable tickling from happening, Carmen forced her back around and made her start sucking on one of Abby’s broad heels. Amber sounded pathetic as she whined with a heel plugging up her mouth, causing drool to run down from the corners. Carmen began tickling her exposed, size 8 soles and it made her jolt several times. Megan fidgeted and crossed her feet back and forth rapidly as she tried to protect her vulnerable peds.
Rhonda saw Tyesha walking toward her and immediately pulled her mouth off of Lisa’s long toes. Rhonda began pleading with Tyesha to be left alone and that tickling wasn’t necessary. Tyesha came up, grabbed her hair, and told her, “Bitch, nobody asked you a damn thing. Ain’t nobody care that you don’t want your little feet tickled. You’re a tickle slave now, bitch. You don’t get no choice in the matter. Kick them shoes off and get ready for these nails.” Rhonda was sniffling as Tyesha forced her mouth back down over several of Lisa’s toes but she still managed to push her high heels off with her feet. Then Tyesha reached down and started wiggling her long fingernails across the arches of Rhonda’s exposed size 6.5’s.
The news anchors continued to be tickled until they had licked their coworkers’ soles clean. Then Rich addressed the group. He said, “Well, I hope that was a good first experience for our buyers. I sincerely apologize for the attitude and behavior that was shown today. It appears we have some work to do before these women are ready to be shipped out as tickle slaves. As for you ladies, I have something special in store for you since you don’t think you have to obey when you’re told to do something. When I ask for volunteers, I expect volunteers. And no protesting about what you will and won’t do. You ladies are going to have to learn...”
TO BE CONTINUED...
