Paris Hilton had been in Jail for roughly 4 days after having nearly been released and a week in total. It had been hard for her she was finding it greatly stressful. But the Pain had not even begun
Paris was let out to exercise one day for her exercise. Overall the other inmates had been quite supportive of her. Being the Niave person she fell straight for this emotional support. One of the other inmates came over to her. Paris knew her, her name was Beth. "Hey Beth" Paris welcomed her jail buddy. "Paris" Beth said with a small grin on her face "You've been here a few days and well when we have an inmate in for some time we have a little initiation ceromony we like to carry out" Beth explained. "What is it" Paris said in her annoying voice. "Well it's sort of like a pedicure" Beth answered. "Great" Paris said thinking only that her toenails could probably use a bit of a pedicure. She got up and followed Beth.
Paris sat down on a bench where Beth indicated. Paris looked around suddenly there were about 10 other girls surronding her. Paris started to get a bit worried and looked around for the guards, but they were no-where to be seen. Suddenly the girls began to grab her arms and feet. Paris attempted to fight them off but she just wasn't strong enough. Then Beth stood over her. "You know a while ago I was watching an episode of the simple life and I recall you saying that you hated to be tickled". Paris looked scared beyond belief, she was extremely ticklish. "Well" Beth said "You better begin to enjoy it real quick or you won't enjoy this".
A girl quickly tore off Paris's shirt while another held her arms back her arms revealing her pits. Beth pulled out a feather, she gently began to run the feather up and down Paris's arm pit. Paris resisted it for a few seconds before falling into a fit of giggles "Heeeeeeeeeeeeee, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Paris giggled as her tortue comenced. "That's a girl Paris" Beth said cruelly "But I'm not sure we're getting the best out of you why don't we try somewhere else. "Just so long as they don't try my feet I'll be o.k." Paris thought to herself.
Beth then moved quickly down to to the heiresses belly. Beth applied the feather and moved it up and down her stomach and ribs. Paris cracked almost instantly "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" she wailed trying to break free but unable to do so. Beth was perstiant though and didn't stop Paris's ticklish torture. "Now that's more like it" Beth said "But I wonder is this truly the best we can do". The look of utter fear on Paris's face confirmed it. "Girls" Beth said "Remove her shoes".
"No please" Paris cried with tears flooding out of her eyes. Beth walked down to her feet (Despite being in Jail they still seemed perfectly well kept). "Tell Me Paris, Does this tickle" Beth said with the cruelet expression on her face. She ran the feather down Paris's bare sole. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, PLEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE" Paris screamed tears flooding down her cheeks as she tried to get her mistress to stop but Beth seemed to be almost hypnotized by Paris's feet. Beth stroked the feather up and down up and down, under her,toes between her toes, she used her hands to tickle Paris and even started to nibble at her soles. All the while Paris was on the verge of a breakdown trying to resits her captors.
Then Beth gave the orders to let go. Paris was freed. Beth went and sat next to the exhasted and humiliated Paris. "Don't worry" Beth said "It only happens once" taking advantage of Paris's arched foot to give her one last tickle before Beth got up and left. Paris got dressed and made the walk back to her cell. Upon arriving a guard was standing there. "What time do you call this" she said. Paris realised she should have been back in her cell an hour ago. "Well the girls in the yard they tickle tortured me I couldn't leave". The guard looked at her "A lie if I ever heard one and we have ways of dealing with liars here". Paris was then led to another room where she was strapped down in a chair. The guard walked out with an electric toothbrush in hand. "So Paris, tell me do you like to be tickled?". The entire prison heard Paris's scream.
Paris was let out to exercise one day for her exercise. Overall the other inmates had been quite supportive of her. Being the Niave person she fell straight for this emotional support. One of the other inmates came over to her. Paris knew her, her name was Beth. "Hey Beth" Paris welcomed her jail buddy. "Paris" Beth said with a small grin on her face "You've been here a few days and well when we have an inmate in for some time we have a little initiation ceromony we like to carry out" Beth explained. "What is it" Paris said in her annoying voice. "Well it's sort of like a pedicure" Beth answered. "Great" Paris said thinking only that her toenails could probably use a bit of a pedicure. She got up and followed Beth.
Paris sat down on a bench where Beth indicated. Paris looked around suddenly there were about 10 other girls surronding her. Paris started to get a bit worried and looked around for the guards, but they were no-where to be seen. Suddenly the girls began to grab her arms and feet. Paris attempted to fight them off but she just wasn't strong enough. Then Beth stood over her. "You know a while ago I was watching an episode of the simple life and I recall you saying that you hated to be tickled". Paris looked scared beyond belief, she was extremely ticklish. "Well" Beth said "You better begin to enjoy it real quick or you won't enjoy this".
A girl quickly tore off Paris's shirt while another held her arms back her arms revealing her pits. Beth pulled out a feather, she gently began to run the feather up and down Paris's arm pit. Paris resisted it for a few seconds before falling into a fit of giggles "Heeeeeeeeeeeeee, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Paris giggled as her tortue comenced. "That's a girl Paris" Beth said cruelly "But I'm not sure we're getting the best out of you why don't we try somewhere else. "Just so long as they don't try my feet I'll be o.k." Paris thought to herself.
Beth then moved quickly down to to the heiresses belly. Beth applied the feather and moved it up and down her stomach and ribs. Paris cracked almost instantly "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" she wailed trying to break free but unable to do so. Beth was perstiant though and didn't stop Paris's ticklish torture. "Now that's more like it" Beth said "But I wonder is this truly the best we can do". The look of utter fear on Paris's face confirmed it. "Girls" Beth said "Remove her shoes".
"No please" Paris cried with tears flooding out of her eyes. Beth walked down to her feet (Despite being in Jail they still seemed perfectly well kept). "Tell Me Paris, Does this tickle" Beth said with the cruelet expression on her face. She ran the feather down Paris's bare sole. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, PLEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE" Paris screamed tears flooding down her cheeks as she tried to get her mistress to stop but Beth seemed to be almost hypnotized by Paris's feet. Beth stroked the feather up and down up and down, under her,toes between her toes, she used her hands to tickle Paris and even started to nibble at her soles. All the while Paris was on the verge of a breakdown trying to resits her captors.
Then Beth gave the orders to let go. Paris was freed. Beth went and sat next to the exhasted and humiliated Paris. "Don't worry" Beth said "It only happens once" taking advantage of Paris's arched foot to give her one last tickle before Beth got up and left. Paris got dressed and made the walk back to her cell. Upon arriving a guard was standing there. "What time do you call this" she said. Paris realised she should have been back in her cell an hour ago. "Well the girls in the yard they tickle tortured me I couldn't leave". The guard looked at her "A lie if I ever heard one and we have ways of dealing with liars here". Paris was then led to another room where she was strapped down in a chair. The guard walked out with an electric toothbrush in hand. "So Paris, tell me do you like to be tickled?". The entire prison heard Paris's scream.