“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 4
*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.
“So you girls still think you get to decide what you will and will not do as tickle slaves, huh? Our guests arrive...your future owners I might add...and that’s how you act? You don’t get a say in what happens from now on. You’re here to be sold to the highest bidder. You’ve embarrassed me in front of the clientele and for that you must be punished,” Tom barked as he glared at them.
The women of the Channel 9 News team were commanded to strip down to just their panties. At first they were reluctant, but they were fearful of what might happen if they disobeyed. They began to slide off their dresses and bras. Tom was quite amused by the view in front of him. The ladies’ faces scrunched in disgust as they stripped down in front of him. Tom loved seeing what his talented news team wore underneath their attractive outfits, something thousands of male viewers pondered every day. Many of the women seemed to be wearing extra skimpy thongs and bras today. No doubt they were planning on “celebrating” later with their husbands or boyfriends.
Rhonda Sterling, the news station’s top anchor, slipped off her form-fitting dress and then reluctantly unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Rhonda’s petite, lean figure really played up the size of her medium-sized breasts. They looked supple and quite large for her size. Her nipples were growing stiff from their exposure to the cool air. Rich had always been a fan of her. He was pleased to see her impressive figure and adorable buttocks in her skimpy black thong.
Stacy Becker, the weather girl, scoffed and rolled her eyes as she unzipped her sleeveless pink dress and tugged it down. A hot pink thong was wedged between her round ass cheeks. She unclamped her bra and took it off, revealing her impressively large, perky tits. Stacy was one of the rare, lucky few that could maintain a lean figure and still be blessed with exquisitely ripe breasts.
News anchor Samantha Roe couldn’t believe she had to undress but finally started taking off her dress. She was naturally tan and it really showed off her toned body. Tom was pleasantly surprised to see Samantha was wearing a black g-string, something he had not expected since she always seemed a little more reserved than some of the other, flirtier girls. The thin strip of black underwear disappeared between her shapely, toned butt cheeks. Her nipples looked like two smooth, light pink cones contrasted against her tan skin.
Courtney Jenkins, one of the usual news anchors, was starting to tear up and sniffle a little as she slowly slipped out of her dress. She was wearing skimpy black panties that were see-through. In the front, you could get a teasing look at her dark, neatly trimmed strip of hair above her pussy. And in the back, her adorable butt was visible trough the sheer material. Courtney’s breasts were a large B cup probably. And very perky even after having a kid.
Megan Young, Tom’s favorite field reporter, looked around at the other women nervously before taking the plunge and unzipping her outfit. She stripped down and the men could see she was wearing a lacy, black bra that accentuated her breasts. When she took it off, they could see she had small, dark pink nipples in the center of her pale tits. Megan had on grey panties that showed off the lower halves of her butt cheeks. The trim and waistband around the panties was black.
Lisa Holstein, the sports reporter, scoffed as she starting getting undressed. She hated being bossed around like this, especially by two creeps like Tom and Rich. Lisa rolled her eyes as she undid her bra. For someone tall and lean, she had a surprisingly large rack. Her supple breasts were large for her frame and had creamy, tiny pink nipples. Lisa was wearing a light blue thong.
Abby Wright, another field reporter, looked around in fear as she watched her coworkers getting naked. She finally started pulling off her clothes. Soon Abby’s small mounds were bared. Her dark pink nipples were stiff for the moment. Abby’s butt was quite toned from the yoga she always did. Her booty was definitely her strong selling point and it was displayed in dark blue panties with a lace waistband.
Jen Dawson, a field reporter, rolled her eyes hard as she started taking off her outfit. Jen took off everything but her tiny, black thong. She was very petite but had decent B cup size breasts that looked even more impressive because of her small stature. Jen had tiny, light pink nipples and small aureolas.
Next, the two men retrieved a couple bottles of lotion and ten pairs of thick, white cotton socks. The men ordered the women to rub a generous amount of lotion into their soles. When the ladies had all done so, the men made them repeat the process again to make sure their feet were absolutely saturated with lotion. Then the women were required to put on a pair of the socks to keep the lotion nice and warm.
The ladies all huddled around each other and covered up their exposed breasts. Their dresses, skirts, and bras were in a messy pile around their socked feet. “Come on, my little tickle slaves. This way,” Rich taunted them as he led them toward the small, personal steam room next to his home gym. Most of the women were crying now as they followed each other in line. This was so degrading and they knew they would probably never see their families again.
Inside the steam room, the men had drilled in very sturdy metal rings that had leather cuffs attached to them. The rings were all very high, so the women’s hands would be outstretched above their heads when they were chained to the walls of the steam room. The women were taken into the room one at a time to be chained to the various rings. Once they were secured, they began to whine and squirm around. Each woman had her back to the wall with her wrists secured high above her head, stretching her out. They were hung along the four walls within the small room with about a two foot gap between each woman.
Tom explained to his former subordinates that he was about to crank the heat up in the room. He wanted them to “bake” a bit to get their lotioned feet all hot and sweaty to really moisturize their soles. He wanted them extra ticklish for the buyers. The ladies all began shouting and crying as Tom began to close the door. He yelled at them to keep quiet while they hung in there.
After a few minutes, the women of the Channel 9 News Station were starting to sweat. Their hair started to feel damp and beads of sweat began to form on their skin. As the temperature became stifling, the ladies whines and shifted uncomfortably as their bodies began to glisten with sweat. Drips started rolling down from their armpits and necks. Trails of sweat slid down their toned tummies to their skimpy panties and down their legs to their damp socks. The women started to complain and moan as they started sweating more and more from the intense humidity in the room.
As the women pulled at their chains trying pitifully to escape from the metal rings that secured them to the wall, they could feel the men’s method was working. The thought disturbed them; generous smears of lotion applied to their soles was now starting to feel like a coating of warm goo on the bottoms of their feet. The heat was drastically helping the lotion soak into their soles, making them as soft and supple as ever but also quite smelly from all the perspiration.
Tom and Rich were periodically looking in on the women through the tiny window in the steam room door. Eventually, the two men became a little bored of waiting on the lotion to soak in so they decided to slip into the steam room and give the ladies a few armpit tickles while they were strung up.
The women whined and complained as the two men walked around randomly choosing victims to tickle. Tom gripped around Courtney’s shoulders and began rubbing his thumbs in little circles in her armpits. Courtney squealed and tried to squirm from side to side as she was forced to laugh. Rich wiggled his fingers across Megan’s sweaty hollows as she laughed sweetly and hopped around in desperation. Tom stood next to Rhonda and hugged her closer with one arm. He used his free hand to tickle in her nearest armpit. The conceded news anchor turned her head away from him and laughed hysterically as he played in her vulnerable, sweaty pit. Rich made Stacy laugh wildly as he slowly crept his dancing fingers into her smooth underarms. Her moist armpits made the tickling feel even worse and it allowed Rich to slide his fingers around more freely as she cackled and snickered with ticklish discomfort. Her large breasts jiggled and bounced as she squirmed about.
Tom came over to Abby and made the poor redhead shake her head from side to side as he wiggled his fingers in her moist pits. Rich stopped at Samantha and gave the stern looking news anchor something to smile about. He scratched his fingertips all over the deep recesses of her armpits, making her laugh like crazy. Tom walked over to Jen and started rolling his thumbs around in her wet armpits as she begged him not to. Jen laughed like crazy and twisted about as much as she could. Rich found Lisa and insisted on tickling her underarms despite her pleading with him not to. Lisa giggled and laughed pathetically as Rich stroked them menacingly. After the men had tickled the women for a little bit, they left the steam room and left the women inside for a while longer.
After the men had let the women “bake” for the better part of an hour, they finally shut down the heat and opened the door to let the humidity out. Each woman’s hair was plastered to the sides of her face and forehead. They were red in the face. Their bodies were slick with sweat droplets and streaks that had run down. The women’s damp socks left moist imprints where they shuffled around touching the rubber floor mat. It was clear they were dehydrated.
Once the door was opened again, the women began yelling and cursing at Tom and Rich, demanding to be let go and calling them every name in the book. Some of them even spat in their direction in their fit of desperation and rage at being degraded like this. “Well, well...looks like they still got some fight left in ‘em, huh Tom?” Rich asked in an annoyed tone. The men stepped out of the room to retrieve a surprise for the cursing captives.
The men returned shortly after with Rich holding a bundle of brightly-colored ballgags. “You want to yell and spit, do you ladies?” Rich asked as he shook the gags menacingly for them to see. The women all got quiet very quickly after seeing them. The men approached Rhonda first. She was already changing her tone and pleading with the men to not gag her.
Tom stepped to Rhonda’s left, knelt down, and pulled off one of Stacy’s sweaty socks that was practically stuck to her foot it was so damp. He turned it inside out so the really juicy part was on the outside of the makeshift ball he had formed. “Open wide, Ms. Live From Channel 9...” Tom taunted as he held her head still and pushed the balled up sock into her mouth.
“Please, Tom, that isn’t necessary! I didn’t mean to get out of line! Come on, don’t UUUMMMHHMM!!!” Rhonda whined as her mouth was filled with the disgustingly sweaty sock of her coworker. Then Tom took a pink ballgag and forced it into Rhonda’s mouth to keep the sock in place. Rhonda could barely make a noise now with her mouth crammed full like that. She only whined a little and looked at her boss with desperate, pleading eyes.
Tom moved on to Stacy, who by now knew what was going to happen. In her sweetest voice, she tried to tempt Tom with sexual favors. She promised him the best blowjob of his life if he didn’t gag her with a sweaty sock. But Tom paid her no mind as he went to Samantha and pulled a wet sock off. Stacy frantically promised to fuck Tom like crazy but it got her nowhere. He turned the gross, smelly sock of her coworker inside out and shoved it in her pretty mouth. Stacy almost gagged as she tasted the soaked sock on her tongue. Tom took a yellow ballgag and fastened it in her mouth.
Tom moved on to Samantha. The tall, athletic news anchor didn’t even want to think of something so revolting as having someone else’s used sock in her mouth. But like it or not, Tom was pulling off Abby’s sock and folding it inside out. Samantha scrunched up her face as Tom held the sock near. She could smell the putrid sock already. Tom pushed it into her mouth and sealed it in with a red ballgag. Samantha shouted angry, muffled protests as Tom walked away.
Abby was crying when her turn came around. Tom was cold to her blubbering. He had always found her rather annoying at the office. Tom held up one of Lisa’s damp socks and said, “Open up like a good girl, sweetheart.” Abby reluctantly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Time pushed the balled up sock into her mouth and then added a neon green ballgag to really make sure her big, annoying mouth was stuffed tight.
Lisa gave Tom an icy stare as he walked over to her smiling and holding a light purple ballgag. “Oh, you’re probably wanting something first, right?” Tom teased as he went to pull off one of Jen’s disgustingly wet socks. He turned it inside out so Lisa could taste maximum wetness. He had to pinch her nose and wait for her to take a breath through her mouth before she gave him the opportunity to get the sock in. Lisa screamed and shook her head but it finally went in. The gross, wet sock was on her tongue as the ballgag was stuffed in as well.
Jen showed her fiery temper as she shook and cursed her boss for doing this to her. Tom went and retrieved Courtney’s saturated sock and prepped it for her tongue. Jen shouted, “Don’t you fucking DARE think about putting that filthy sock in my mouth! That was just on Courtney’s UUUMMMFFMM!!!” Tom filled her mouth with the sock and then plugged it up with a light blue ballgag.
Courtney had time to think about her turn now after watching several of her coworkers forced to suck on sweaty socks. She didn’t care that she had a loving husband at home; Courtney flat out told Tom that she would do whatever he wanted if he didn’t gag her. Tom chuckled and said that would come later. As Courtney opened her mouth to try and change his mind, she was caught off guard as he stuffed in Megan’s moist sock. Courtney began to cry as an orange ballgag was pushed into her mouth and buckled around her head.
Megan was the last one they came to. She knew the pattern they had been following and knew exactly who’s sock they would use to gag her. Megan had always looked up to Rhonda and considered her a friend at the station. But soon she would have Rhonda’s smelly, moist sock in her mouth. Tom went and pulled one of Rhonda’s socks off and rolled it inside out. Megan knew resisting was futile. She closed her eyes and accepted what was coming. Tom pushed Rhonda’s dirty sock into Megan’s mouth and then shut her up with a blue ballgag.
The men finally returned and unhooked the women from their positions along the wall of the steam room. Their remaining socks were removed so they were completely barefoot. The women were disappointed to see how well the men’s foot moisturizing plan had worked. The women’s feet were unbelievably soft now that the lotion had soaked in.
Tom and Rich marched the women back out of the small steam room. The ladies were shocked to finally see Stacy and Jen’s fiancés, Matt and Adam. They had been kept separate since they arrived at Rich’s house. But now both men were bound naked and lying on the floor with their legs spread. Their manhood was on full display for anyone to see. Carmen stood near Matt and Tyesha stood near Adam. Around each man’s torso near his head were four wooden chairs. Tom picked four women to go be in Matt’s group and the other four were sent to Adam’s group. Each woman was tied to a chair with their arms tied down to the arms of the chairs.
Megan, Rhonda, Samantha, and Jen were sent over to Stacy’s fiancé, Matt. They were each tied in the chairs and were still gagged with the sweaty socks. Stacy had to stay back and watch as her fiancé became surrounded by her bound coworkers, who were nearly naked. Matt tried his absolute hardest to remain unaffected but the sight of the four hotties topless and stripped down to their panties was hard to ignore. Like every other guy, he thought the women that Stacy and the women she worked with were bombshells. It wasn’t long before his penis began to grow a little from the sight. Stacy was miffed at the sight of Matt getting aroused by the sight of Megan, Rhonda, Samantha, and her best friend, Jen. But she also couldn’t fault the guy. He was only human and her coworkers were insanely hot.
Stacy, Courtney, Abby, and Lisa were instructed to take seats in the chairs around Adam. They were also tied down and left sitting there naked except for their bottoms. Stacy has known Adam ever since he had started dating Jen. She got along with him great and actually thought he was rather handsome. Stacy saw Adam’s eyes looking around at the different women surrounding him, but especially at her. Her well endowed chest was on display for him for the first time and it was obviously causing him to get excited as well. Stacy took that as a personal compliment. The ladies and the two men lying on the floor were wondering what the hell was the point of all this.
Everything became clear when Tom instructed the women of Channel 9 to place their sweaty, smelly feet onto the faces of the men below them. “Oh come on, dude! Not that!” Matt argued as he got his last clear look around for a while before four pairs of soles covered his face. The women were too frightened at this point to disobey a simple order like where to place their feet. They did as they were told.
Rhonda put her tiny, size 6.5 feet up on the right side Matt’s face. She began rubbing them around slowly and scrunching her toes down periodically. Matt had always thought Stacy’s most seasoned coworker was quite a tight little hottie for being a married mom of three. He could feel her warm, moist soles touching his face.
Samantha placed her big, size 10 soles on the left side of Matt’s face. They were very warm and covered a lot of surface area. Matt suddenly had a close up view of the bottoms of Samantha’s stinky feet as they covered his face.
Megan rested her perfect size 8 feet on Matt’s face, covering his eyes and mouth as she encircled his nose with her arches. Matt couldn’t help but get a powerful whiff of her sweaty soles as they were layered onto his face. But he could hardly fault Megan for that; her feet had been marinating in a sauna in thick socks for a while.
Jen placed her size 7 soles into the mix. She covered Matt’s nose and wiggled her smelly toes around near his nostrils. Matt couldn’t help but breath in the scent of Jen’s potent feet as she scrunched her little tootsies around his exposed nose.
Adam was also being smothered in feet. Stacy felt awful for putting her stinky feet on his face since she knew Adam well but what choice did she have. Stacy rested her size 7.5 soles on Adam’s face. He grunted as he felt her toes touch his lips. He could feel her warm, moist arches on his skin.
Abby also placed her wide, little size 6’s on Adam’s face. Her feet were quite ripe after the steam room session. Adam could feel the heat radiating from her cushioned soles as they rubbed the side of his face.
Courtney put her size 9 peds on Adam’s face. She felt bad knowing that her feet were so smelly and poor Adam would have to take a big whiff of her soles. The rich smell of Courtney’s feet was especially potent when she would rub her toes near his nose.
Lisa was the last to add her feet to the pile. She placed her huge size 11 soles on top of the other girls’ feet, which basically covered the entirety of Adam’s face and sealed up any visible gaps remaining. Lisa felt embarrassed knowing that her soles were large enough to completely cover and obstruct Adam’s normal breathing. There was no getting around her long arches to get fresh air at that point.
Matt and Adam could only lay there and make annoyed grunts and cough with disgust as their faces were absolutely smothered with gross, sweaty soles from the hottest ladies at Channel 9. What made things even worse for the two bound men were the strippers Carmen and Tyesha. The two women each had a bottle of lube and hours of time to toy with their victims.
Carmen squirted some lube into her hand and rubbed it all over Matt’s penis and sack. Carmen knew her way around a dick and had amazing stroking technique. She soon had a good rhythm going and Matt was erect in no time despite his opposition to the situation. “That’s it, boy. Keep growing for me. Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it? Let Carmen take care of you. You’re going to LOVE girl’s stinky feet when I get done with you.” Stacy glared over at Carmen as she watched her stroking her fiancé. Her hands should be the only ones jerking his cock.
Tyesha was seeing to Adam. The ebony goddess had poured the lube on Adam’s cock and started rubbing it vigorously. Despite the Blanket of interwoven smelly soles covering his face, Adam grew hard and began to throb. “That’s what I thought. You like Tyesha jerking this dick, don’t you? You didn’t tell me you liked women’s stinky feet though. Does your little home girl know you like smelly feet? Looks like she’s rubbing hers on your buddy’s face right now.”
For hours, Matt and Adam were cruelly edged and taunted as they were forced to smell the news anchors’ smelly feet. Carmen and Tyesha would bring their throbbing members right to the brink of orgasm and then back off and slow their pace to a brutally slow rub until they calmed down. Then they would stroke their dicks faster and rub the oiled up heads of them with their thumbs until they saw drops of pre-cum form. Then the strippers would back off and let the men ease back down. Over and over again as they moaned and whimpered beneath piles of feet.
Tom came in to check on them after a while. He asked the collective group, “Are you going to be good girls from now on? Tired of having those sweaty socks stuffed in your mouths? How about the guys down there? Can you hear me under all those feet? You both need to know that we control your lives now. I want to see more obedience once we take those socks out, girls. Now let’s move on to something else more fun.”
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.
“So you girls still think you get to decide what you will and will not do as tickle slaves, huh? Our guests arrive...your future owners I might add...and that’s how you act? You don’t get a say in what happens from now on. You’re here to be sold to the highest bidder. You’ve embarrassed me in front of the clientele and for that you must be punished,” Tom barked as he glared at them.
The women of the Channel 9 News team were commanded to strip down to just their panties. At first they were reluctant, but they were fearful of what might happen if they disobeyed. They began to slide off their dresses and bras. Tom was quite amused by the view in front of him. The ladies’ faces scrunched in disgust as they stripped down in front of him. Tom loved seeing what his talented news team wore underneath their attractive outfits, something thousands of male viewers pondered every day. Many of the women seemed to be wearing extra skimpy thongs and bras today. No doubt they were planning on “celebrating” later with their husbands or boyfriends.
Rhonda Sterling, the news station’s top anchor, slipped off her form-fitting dress and then reluctantly unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Rhonda’s petite, lean figure really played up the size of her medium-sized breasts. They looked supple and quite large for her size. Her nipples were growing stiff from their exposure to the cool air. Rich had always been a fan of her. He was pleased to see her impressive figure and adorable buttocks in her skimpy black thong.
Stacy Becker, the weather girl, scoffed and rolled her eyes as she unzipped her sleeveless pink dress and tugged it down. A hot pink thong was wedged between her round ass cheeks. She unclamped her bra and took it off, revealing her impressively large, perky tits. Stacy was one of the rare, lucky few that could maintain a lean figure and still be blessed with exquisitely ripe breasts.
News anchor Samantha Roe couldn’t believe she had to undress but finally started taking off her dress. She was naturally tan and it really showed off her toned body. Tom was pleasantly surprised to see Samantha was wearing a black g-string, something he had not expected since she always seemed a little more reserved than some of the other, flirtier girls. The thin strip of black underwear disappeared between her shapely, toned butt cheeks. Her nipples looked like two smooth, light pink cones contrasted against her tan skin.
Courtney Jenkins, one of the usual news anchors, was starting to tear up and sniffle a little as she slowly slipped out of her dress. She was wearing skimpy black panties that were see-through. In the front, you could get a teasing look at her dark, neatly trimmed strip of hair above her pussy. And in the back, her adorable butt was visible trough the sheer material. Courtney’s breasts were a large B cup probably. And very perky even after having a kid.
Megan Young, Tom’s favorite field reporter, looked around at the other women nervously before taking the plunge and unzipping her outfit. She stripped down and the men could see she was wearing a lacy, black bra that accentuated her breasts. When she took it off, they could see she had small, dark pink nipples in the center of her pale tits. Megan had on grey panties that showed off the lower halves of her butt cheeks. The trim and waistband around the panties was black.
Lisa Holstein, the sports reporter, scoffed as she starting getting undressed. She hated being bossed around like this, especially by two creeps like Tom and Rich. Lisa rolled her eyes as she undid her bra. For someone tall and lean, she had a surprisingly large rack. Her supple breasts were large for her frame and had creamy, tiny pink nipples. Lisa was wearing a light blue thong.
Abby Wright, another field reporter, looked around in fear as she watched her coworkers getting naked. She finally started pulling off her clothes. Soon Abby’s small mounds were bared. Her dark pink nipples were stiff for the moment. Abby’s butt was quite toned from the yoga she always did. Her booty was definitely her strong selling point and it was displayed in dark blue panties with a lace waistband.
Jen Dawson, a field reporter, rolled her eyes hard as she started taking off her outfit. Jen took off everything but her tiny, black thong. She was very petite but had decent B cup size breasts that looked even more impressive because of her small stature. Jen had tiny, light pink nipples and small aureolas.
Next, the two men retrieved a couple bottles of lotion and ten pairs of thick, white cotton socks. The men ordered the women to rub a generous amount of lotion into their soles. When the ladies had all done so, the men made them repeat the process again to make sure their feet were absolutely saturated with lotion. Then the women were required to put on a pair of the socks to keep the lotion nice and warm.
The ladies all huddled around each other and covered up their exposed breasts. Their dresses, skirts, and bras were in a messy pile around their socked feet. “Come on, my little tickle slaves. This way,” Rich taunted them as he led them toward the small, personal steam room next to his home gym. Most of the women were crying now as they followed each other in line. This was so degrading and they knew they would probably never see their families again.
Inside the steam room, the men had drilled in very sturdy metal rings that had leather cuffs attached to them. The rings were all very high, so the women’s hands would be outstretched above their heads when they were chained to the walls of the steam room. The women were taken into the room one at a time to be chained to the various rings. Once they were secured, they began to whine and squirm around. Each woman had her back to the wall with her wrists secured high above her head, stretching her out. They were hung along the four walls within the small room with about a two foot gap between each woman.
Tom explained to his former subordinates that he was about to crank the heat up in the room. He wanted them to “bake” a bit to get their lotioned feet all hot and sweaty to really moisturize their soles. He wanted them extra ticklish for the buyers. The ladies all began shouting and crying as Tom began to close the door. He yelled at them to keep quiet while they hung in there.
After a few minutes, the women of the Channel 9 News Station were starting to sweat. Their hair started to feel damp and beads of sweat began to form on their skin. As the temperature became stifling, the ladies whines and shifted uncomfortably as their bodies began to glisten with sweat. Drips started rolling down from their armpits and necks. Trails of sweat slid down their toned tummies to their skimpy panties and down their legs to their damp socks. The women started to complain and moan as they started sweating more and more from the intense humidity in the room.
As the women pulled at their chains trying pitifully to escape from the metal rings that secured them to the wall, they could feel the men’s method was working. The thought disturbed them; generous smears of lotion applied to their soles was now starting to feel like a coating of warm goo on the bottoms of their feet. The heat was drastically helping the lotion soak into their soles, making them as soft and supple as ever but also quite smelly from all the perspiration.
Tom and Rich were periodically looking in on the women through the tiny window in the steam room door. Eventually, the two men became a little bored of waiting on the lotion to soak in so they decided to slip into the steam room and give the ladies a few armpit tickles while they were strung up.
The women whined and complained as the two men walked around randomly choosing victims to tickle. Tom gripped around Courtney’s shoulders and began rubbing his thumbs in little circles in her armpits. Courtney squealed and tried to squirm from side to side as she was forced to laugh. Rich wiggled his fingers across Megan’s sweaty hollows as she laughed sweetly and hopped around in desperation. Tom stood next to Rhonda and hugged her closer with one arm. He used his free hand to tickle in her nearest armpit. The conceded news anchor turned her head away from him and laughed hysterically as he played in her vulnerable, sweaty pit. Rich made Stacy laugh wildly as he slowly crept his dancing fingers into her smooth underarms. Her moist armpits made the tickling feel even worse and it allowed Rich to slide his fingers around more freely as she cackled and snickered with ticklish discomfort. Her large breasts jiggled and bounced as she squirmed about.
Tom came over to Abby and made the poor redhead shake her head from side to side as he wiggled his fingers in her moist pits. Rich stopped at Samantha and gave the stern looking news anchor something to smile about. He scratched his fingertips all over the deep recesses of her armpits, making her laugh like crazy. Tom walked over to Jen and started rolling his thumbs around in her wet armpits as she begged him not to. Jen laughed like crazy and twisted about as much as she could. Rich found Lisa and insisted on tickling her underarms despite her pleading with him not to. Lisa giggled and laughed pathetically as Rich stroked them menacingly. After the men had tickled the women for a little bit, they left the steam room and left the women inside for a while longer.
After the men had let the women “bake” for the better part of an hour, they finally shut down the heat and opened the door to let the humidity out. Each woman’s hair was plastered to the sides of her face and forehead. They were red in the face. Their bodies were slick with sweat droplets and streaks that had run down. The women’s damp socks left moist imprints where they shuffled around touching the rubber floor mat. It was clear they were dehydrated.
Once the door was opened again, the women began yelling and cursing at Tom and Rich, demanding to be let go and calling them every name in the book. Some of them even spat in their direction in their fit of desperation and rage at being degraded like this. “Well, well...looks like they still got some fight left in ‘em, huh Tom?” Rich asked in an annoyed tone. The men stepped out of the room to retrieve a surprise for the cursing captives.
The men returned shortly after with Rich holding a bundle of brightly-colored ballgags. “You want to yell and spit, do you ladies?” Rich asked as he shook the gags menacingly for them to see. The women all got quiet very quickly after seeing them. The men approached Rhonda first. She was already changing her tone and pleading with the men to not gag her.
Tom stepped to Rhonda’s left, knelt down, and pulled off one of Stacy’s sweaty socks that was practically stuck to her foot it was so damp. He turned it inside out so the really juicy part was on the outside of the makeshift ball he had formed. “Open wide, Ms. Live From Channel 9...” Tom taunted as he held her head still and pushed the balled up sock into her mouth.
“Please, Tom, that isn’t necessary! I didn’t mean to get out of line! Come on, don’t UUUMMMHHMM!!!” Rhonda whined as her mouth was filled with the disgustingly sweaty sock of her coworker. Then Tom took a pink ballgag and forced it into Rhonda’s mouth to keep the sock in place. Rhonda could barely make a noise now with her mouth crammed full like that. She only whined a little and looked at her boss with desperate, pleading eyes.
Tom moved on to Stacy, who by now knew what was going to happen. In her sweetest voice, she tried to tempt Tom with sexual favors. She promised him the best blowjob of his life if he didn’t gag her with a sweaty sock. But Tom paid her no mind as he went to Samantha and pulled a wet sock off. Stacy frantically promised to fuck Tom like crazy but it got her nowhere. He turned the gross, smelly sock of her coworker inside out and shoved it in her pretty mouth. Stacy almost gagged as she tasted the soaked sock on her tongue. Tom took a yellow ballgag and fastened it in her mouth.
Tom moved on to Samantha. The tall, athletic news anchor didn’t even want to think of something so revolting as having someone else’s used sock in her mouth. But like it or not, Tom was pulling off Abby’s sock and folding it inside out. Samantha scrunched up her face as Tom held the sock near. She could smell the putrid sock already. Tom pushed it into her mouth and sealed it in with a red ballgag. Samantha shouted angry, muffled protests as Tom walked away.
Abby was crying when her turn came around. Tom was cold to her blubbering. He had always found her rather annoying at the office. Tom held up one of Lisa’s damp socks and said, “Open up like a good girl, sweetheart.” Abby reluctantly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Time pushed the balled up sock into her mouth and then added a neon green ballgag to really make sure her big, annoying mouth was stuffed tight.
Lisa gave Tom an icy stare as he walked over to her smiling and holding a light purple ballgag. “Oh, you’re probably wanting something first, right?” Tom teased as he went to pull off one of Jen’s disgustingly wet socks. He turned it inside out so Lisa could taste maximum wetness. He had to pinch her nose and wait for her to take a breath through her mouth before she gave him the opportunity to get the sock in. Lisa screamed and shook her head but it finally went in. The gross, wet sock was on her tongue as the ballgag was stuffed in as well.
Jen showed her fiery temper as she shook and cursed her boss for doing this to her. Tom went and retrieved Courtney’s saturated sock and prepped it for her tongue. Jen shouted, “Don’t you fucking DARE think about putting that filthy sock in my mouth! That was just on Courtney’s UUUMMMFFMM!!!” Tom filled her mouth with the sock and then plugged it up with a light blue ballgag.
Courtney had time to think about her turn now after watching several of her coworkers forced to suck on sweaty socks. She didn’t care that she had a loving husband at home; Courtney flat out told Tom that she would do whatever he wanted if he didn’t gag her. Tom chuckled and said that would come later. As Courtney opened her mouth to try and change his mind, she was caught off guard as he stuffed in Megan’s moist sock. Courtney began to cry as an orange ballgag was pushed into her mouth and buckled around her head.
Megan was the last one they came to. She knew the pattern they had been following and knew exactly who’s sock they would use to gag her. Megan had always looked up to Rhonda and considered her a friend at the station. But soon she would have Rhonda’s smelly, moist sock in her mouth. Tom went and pulled one of Rhonda’s socks off and rolled it inside out. Megan knew resisting was futile. She closed her eyes and accepted what was coming. Tom pushed Rhonda’s dirty sock into Megan’s mouth and then shut her up with a blue ballgag.
The men finally returned and unhooked the women from their positions along the wall of the steam room. Their remaining socks were removed so they were completely barefoot. The women were disappointed to see how well the men’s foot moisturizing plan had worked. The women’s feet were unbelievably soft now that the lotion had soaked in.
Tom and Rich marched the women back out of the small steam room. The ladies were shocked to finally see Stacy and Jen’s fiancés, Matt and Adam. They had been kept separate since they arrived at Rich’s house. But now both men were bound naked and lying on the floor with their legs spread. Their manhood was on full display for anyone to see. Carmen stood near Matt and Tyesha stood near Adam. Around each man’s torso near his head were four wooden chairs. Tom picked four women to go be in Matt’s group and the other four were sent to Adam’s group. Each woman was tied to a chair with their arms tied down to the arms of the chairs.
Megan, Rhonda, Samantha, and Jen were sent over to Stacy’s fiancé, Matt. They were each tied in the chairs and were still gagged with the sweaty socks. Stacy had to stay back and watch as her fiancé became surrounded by her bound coworkers, who were nearly naked. Matt tried his absolute hardest to remain unaffected but the sight of the four hotties topless and stripped down to their panties was hard to ignore. Like every other guy, he thought the women that Stacy and the women she worked with were bombshells. It wasn’t long before his penis began to grow a little from the sight. Stacy was miffed at the sight of Matt getting aroused by the sight of Megan, Rhonda, Samantha, and her best friend, Jen. But she also couldn’t fault the guy. He was only human and her coworkers were insanely hot.
Stacy, Courtney, Abby, and Lisa were instructed to take seats in the chairs around Adam. They were also tied down and left sitting there naked except for their bottoms. Stacy has known Adam ever since he had started dating Jen. She got along with him great and actually thought he was rather handsome. Stacy saw Adam’s eyes looking around at the different women surrounding him, but especially at her. Her well endowed chest was on display for him for the first time and it was obviously causing him to get excited as well. Stacy took that as a personal compliment. The ladies and the two men lying on the floor were wondering what the hell was the point of all this.
Everything became clear when Tom instructed the women of Channel 9 to place their sweaty, smelly feet onto the faces of the men below them. “Oh come on, dude! Not that!” Matt argued as he got his last clear look around for a while before four pairs of soles covered his face. The women were too frightened at this point to disobey a simple order like where to place their feet. They did as they were told.
Rhonda put her tiny, size 6.5 feet up on the right side Matt’s face. She began rubbing them around slowly and scrunching her toes down periodically. Matt had always thought Stacy’s most seasoned coworker was quite a tight little hottie for being a married mom of three. He could feel her warm, moist soles touching his face.
Samantha placed her big, size 10 soles on the left side of Matt’s face. They were very warm and covered a lot of surface area. Matt suddenly had a close up view of the bottoms of Samantha’s stinky feet as they covered his face.
Megan rested her perfect size 8 feet on Matt’s face, covering his eyes and mouth as she encircled his nose with her arches. Matt couldn’t help but get a powerful whiff of her sweaty soles as they were layered onto his face. But he could hardly fault Megan for that; her feet had been marinating in a sauna in thick socks for a while.
Jen placed her size 7 soles into the mix. She covered Matt’s nose and wiggled her smelly toes around near his nostrils. Matt couldn’t help but breath in the scent of Jen’s potent feet as she scrunched her little tootsies around his exposed nose.
Adam was also being smothered in feet. Stacy felt awful for putting her stinky feet on his face since she knew Adam well but what choice did she have. Stacy rested her size 7.5 soles on Adam’s face. He grunted as he felt her toes touch his lips. He could feel her warm, moist arches on his skin.
Abby also placed her wide, little size 6’s on Adam’s face. Her feet were quite ripe after the steam room session. Adam could feel the heat radiating from her cushioned soles as they rubbed the side of his face.
Courtney put her size 9 peds on Adam’s face. She felt bad knowing that her feet were so smelly and poor Adam would have to take a big whiff of her soles. The rich smell of Courtney’s feet was especially potent when she would rub her toes near his nose.
Lisa was the last to add her feet to the pile. She placed her huge size 11 soles on top of the other girls’ feet, which basically covered the entirety of Adam’s face and sealed up any visible gaps remaining. Lisa felt embarrassed knowing that her soles were large enough to completely cover and obstruct Adam’s normal breathing. There was no getting around her long arches to get fresh air at that point.
Matt and Adam could only lay there and make annoyed grunts and cough with disgust as their faces were absolutely smothered with gross, sweaty soles from the hottest ladies at Channel 9. What made things even worse for the two bound men were the strippers Carmen and Tyesha. The two women each had a bottle of lube and hours of time to toy with their victims.
Carmen squirted some lube into her hand and rubbed it all over Matt’s penis and sack. Carmen knew her way around a dick and had amazing stroking technique. She soon had a good rhythm going and Matt was erect in no time despite his opposition to the situation. “That’s it, boy. Keep growing for me. Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it? Let Carmen take care of you. You’re going to LOVE girl’s stinky feet when I get done with you.” Stacy glared over at Carmen as she watched her stroking her fiancé. Her hands should be the only ones jerking his cock.
Tyesha was seeing to Adam. The ebony goddess had poured the lube on Adam’s cock and started rubbing it vigorously. Despite the Blanket of interwoven smelly soles covering his face, Adam grew hard and began to throb. “That’s what I thought. You like Tyesha jerking this dick, don’t you? You didn’t tell me you liked women’s stinky feet though. Does your little home girl know you like smelly feet? Looks like she’s rubbing hers on your buddy’s face right now.”
For hours, Matt and Adam were cruelly edged and taunted as they were forced to smell the news anchors’ smelly feet. Carmen and Tyesha would bring their throbbing members right to the brink of orgasm and then back off and slow their pace to a brutally slow rub until they calmed down. Then they would stroke their dicks faster and rub the oiled up heads of them with their thumbs until they saw drops of pre-cum form. Then the strippers would back off and let the men ease back down. Over and over again as they moaned and whimpered beneath piles of feet.
Tom came in to check on them after a while. He asked the collective group, “Are you going to be good girls from now on? Tired of having those sweaty socks stuffed in your mouths? How about the guys down there? Can you hear me under all those feet? You both need to know that we control your lives now. I want to see more obedience once we take those socks out, girls. Now let’s move on to something else more fun.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
