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Allison sat quietly on the beach very well hidden, pleased with herself that it was finally coming all together. Though you may assume catching someone alone would be easy enough, and it is; Isolating a person and simultaneously making sure nobody else knows there whereabouts is a different matter entirely.
Allison Teah was almost a normal 18 year old. She was very short for her age, rail thin, and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had just finished up high school, and was as far as everyone knew a pretty average student; Nothing at all to an outsider would appear abnormal. But, inside…inside Allison had a secret. She had an obsession. Not only had she yet to reveal to anyone she's not interested in boys, but the interest she has in girls is much more uncommon, and in this particular girl, more sinister.
Allison was, for her age, extremely skilled at manipulating other people. Ever since she had begun at this school: friends, girls, boys, teachers, she could claim anyone. And what she kept hidden inside was that she loved it. The fact that twisting someones own mind against them came so naturally to her, she couldn't help but think she could do whatever, to whomever she chose.
Kelly Caze would appear to be almost the opposite of Allison Teah. She dressed like a hippie and was known as the school stoner. She was outspoken and fierce. Kelly tried to be kind to everyone she could, wanting to spread as much happiness as possible. She wasn't fat, but wasn't thin either and she was one who could pull that off with an extremely pretty face. Her long dirty blonde hair flowed down her back, her brown eyes shined at whomever she saw. Her curvy, inviting hips brought images of having her. She usually wore flip flops around, her soft, extremely high arched feet with her small toes in view for the whole world.
Allison sat in the girls locker room after gym, changing with the rest of her class, and as usual, eavesdropping. She liked to look at the other girls and think about her secret desires. Allison watched and wondered who was vulnerable to the kind of touch she aches for. Thoughts raced, her classmates in every make and type of bondage imaginable, all have but one thing in common: their worst ticklish spot exposed. Here she could have them, free from reprisal. But, by luck (depending on where you stand), Fate gave Allison the gift she had been dreaming of.
Allison had never met Kelly Caze, but she certainly knew of her. She was Allisons secret fantasy. This girl made her wet just with the thought of her, and Allison wanted her more then she had ever wanted anyone, or anything. She had to begun to develop an obsession over if Kelly was even ticklish, if her feet were, or to even just get a look at the bottoms. Allison had never noticed a girls feet before Kellys, but once she did, she could think of little else.
"….and I couldn't ever get her to stop! It was terrible!". The girls Allison was secretly listening too was Lucy Caze, Kellys younger sister and their mutual friend Violet. Allison couldn't be sure, but she thought Lucy may have muttered the T-word. She had drifted off into her own world.
"You think you have it bad? Try having Kelly for a sister!", Lucy lamented. "It's like she's obsessed with tickling me. Whenever my parents had her babysit she would always tell me she had a special surprise for the weekend. Stupid me, believing her every time, and it always ended the same: Kelly would always end up tricking me, and I would end up trapped somehow".
Allison couldn't believe her luck, no info on Kelly yet, but Lucy was quite a looker herself. Shoulder length, fire red hair, not traditionally pretty, but just like Kelly, extremely sexy in her own way. Allison for the first time noticed her feet, which now surprised her as Lucy's feet were almost as perfect as Kelly's, just slightly bigger. She couldn't see the sole sadly, but her small cute toes and high arch looked promising.
Allison didn't know it yet, but Lucy was qualified to claim she may be the most ticklish person in their city. Almost everywhere, the right touch would send her into tears. However, Lucy's deep dark secret was that she actually sort of enjoyed the torment, along with the bondage. She wouldn't ever admit it, but she tries to coax Kelly into putting her into that futon and folding it up on her leaving just her exposed head sticking out. Lucy loved that image, the powerful older girl looking down; the smaller weak girl reduced to just her head, all else rendered totally useless.
The first time Kelly had left Lucy's feet out by accident, and tickled her only jokingly. Later, after Lucy began to ask to be let out did Kelly realize the kind of control she had over Lucy right then. If you were to ask Lucy would tell you that was the most she had ever been tickled in her entire life that day not even mentioning it was exclusively her feet.
"Thank God I eventually found out how to get her back", Lucy continued carrying on, Allison praying that she doesn't miss a word. "One day I finally discovered how to exact revenge, and ironically, it's what she had been doing to me all along". Lucy began to tell a story that not only Violet listened too very amused, but one that Allison would remember forever.
Kellys boyfriend Mike, Kelly and I had a quiet day at the beach. While we sunbathed, Mike decided he wanted to bury Kelly up to her neck in sand, but he packed it down a little tighter then he meant too, I think. But, like, right after he finished he got some really important call from his work, and he had to leave right after he finished!"
"Yeah, no prob Mike, I'll dig Kelly out! Just after I finish putting on oil, and I'll give her a ride back home" Mike was assured. Lucy hadn't even given her sisters position a second thought. The entire time Kelly quietly, and happily enjoyed the warm sensation around her with a big grin. The sand was like a warm, perfectly tight blanket. But, all of a sudden, she began to notice something. She had been buried in sand once before, but it wasn't like this. She tried to squirm, lift her arms, nothing. "Man, I'm really stuck here. Good thing Lucy is about to let me out" she thought to herself. When Kelly felt that Lucy was taking too long, she tried to shake her head impatiently, sending her hair all over her face, giving her a look of fear for just a moment. Outside you would have seen a damsel in distress at the exact moment she realizes she is trapped. Inside, Kelly began to get afraid. Not for her safety of course, this was her baby sister after all. She had a revelation that gave her chills (and again illustrated how little she could move): Being so helpless was not her cup of tea.
First mistake: Kelly assumed Lucy wasn't looking at her. Quite the contrary, Lucy hadn't taken her eyes off Kelly since she saw something in her sisters eyes, it was subtle, but it looked like fear. She pretended to ignore her sisters calls of boredom, and realized what was going on: Kelly couldn't get herself out. She was clearly rushing Lucy to free her, but why? But then right out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. She hadn't noticed at first because of how Kelly was seated, and how the sand was piled, but her feet were sticking out! Lucy could see her big sisters bare soles pointed to the sky. Could that be why Kelly had a moment of fear? Did she even realize?
Lucy remembered that Kelly was ticklish when they were kids. She was really the only one who was ever subjected to that in recent years, she figured it was a power thing with Kelly; Not that Lucy minded being subjected. The fact remains Kelly may not be ticklish at all, and Lucy would just seem stupid. If she was going to try this, subtle was the key word.
Lucy casually walked over and laid overtop of the pile of sand in front of Kelly's face that was blocking the view of her exposed feet. She looked down at her sister, finding a new interest in having Kelly like this. The images in her head are always big strong Kelly towering over weak little Lucy. But Lucy couldn't take her eyes off it, she had reduced Kelly to just a head, just how she liked it. She pretended to make small talk while she was about to begin to dig her out. Kelly, barely able to even look up, just wanted to be let up at this point. Before long, Lucy gently stroked her sisters arch mid sentence. "…Lucy I have been asking enough, seriously, time to let meeeAHH!!!" Kelly was cut off and ended with a very loud shriek. She instantly realized her position and began trying to struggle as hard as she can, mortified that the sand wouldn't even budge. She looked down at her prison with a look of confused fear, and back up at her sister with one of concern and worry.
Lucy finished her story of torturing her sister, leaving quite an image burned into Allison's mind: Lucy lying on her back, in front of Kelly's face, buried up to her neck. Her arms wrapped around and along Kelly's feet, digging her nails in. Lucy looking right into Kelly's eyes with a powerful and controlling stare.
Cut back to the locker room: "…and after I had a good long tickle session, she was losing it. It was Heaven". Lucys tone grew sad "but of course I had to let her go, and I got tickled like five times more then I did to her just for that stunt. But, she knows I know her weakness now and I'm going to get her back someday. Get her back good." Lucy and Violet ran off to class, oblivious and happy.
Allison had nearly orgasmed right on the bench. She even liked the story, the bondage method. That night, she went home and tried to research burying someone in sand. After a quick Google, she was turned on into her new favorite bondage medium. One that leaves the victim so trapped and helpless, they have no hope for escape.
Fast forward. Allison now hidden on a beach, but this was a special occasion. She had followed Kelly long enough to know her usual schedule, and to know where she went to be alone. She peered down the beach and there she was: Kelly Caze, a two piece bikini, sunglasses, hair blowing in the wind. She was laying on her back, her bare soles almost visible to a passerby, and she was all alone. Allison had managed to find out Kelly was home alone this weekend, and better yet, the day before Allison sets her plan in motion, she overhears Kelly complain her phone crashed. No contact. No GPS. No cry for help. No hope. Nobody knows where she is.
"Now or never" Allison thought to herself. She popped herself up, and began to walk towards Kelly. Gently kicking sand up with her toes as she walked in her own sexy little bikini. She knew how to play anybody, even the prettiest, most ticklish girl in school. She had a look of quiet happiness on her face, the look of a younger peer who is in trouble and is depending on the older one to get them through.
Kelly didn't see Allison until she actually spoke. "Hey!" Allison yelled at the sleeping older girl. She tried to casually glance at her feet, but couldn't without worrying she was being obvious. "My name is Allison! What's yours?" Allison plopped down quickly at Kelly's side, crossed her legs and tried to look cute and interested.
Kelly was half asleep, and still just really confused. "W-w-what?…mm..Who are you? What do you want?" Kelly was asleep and now all of a sudden some girl clearly a few years younger then her was bugging her during her alone time. Kelly couldn't hide the mild annoyance she felt. Allison started to get nervous, she had to convince this girl she was a friend for her plan to work. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."
Kelly relaxed a little. "Oh, just some dumb high school senior" she amused herself thinking down on little Allison. Kelly sat crossed legged facing this girl, got comfortable, and started smoking a joint. She rubbed her feet into the sand, the look on her face gave away how much she enjoyed the nice sensation. Allison had managed to learn one other thing about Kelly's feet: she cared about them. She took care of them, and she enjoyed foot rubs and anything else you could call a nice sensation on her soles. Allison, trying to win her affection, pulled out a second joint from her bikini top. "Split this one after?" She said with a huge smile. Kelly never turned down free pot, quickly agreed, and decided this girl couldn't be so bad after all.
"I'm Allison by the way" she said happily. "What's your name?" praying for no recognition from the hallways, but Allison was safe. "I'm Kelly!" she heard in a warm, friendly tone. The two girls sat and smoked both joints, casually discussing this beach, music and the weather. The entire time, Kelly continued rubbing her soft looking soles into the sand. Allison planned at first to use drugs to subdue Kelly, but she was getting a new, maybe better idea. After a while, in a lull in the conversation, Allison tested out her plan. She waited until Kelly began to rub her feet as she had been, and pretended to take notice for the very first time. "Haha, I notice you have been doing that for a while now." Allison calmly mentioned pointing at her feet. "What is that supposed to do?"
Kelly, not taken off guard in the least, already trusted this girl. She was assuming she couldn't mean her any harm, she was older and bigger after all! "I just love how it feels" Kelly said with a huge grin "My feet are pretty sensitive, but when I just run the bottoms over the sand it just feels like heaven." She leaned her head back and continued doing so, soaking up every moment. She stretched her legs, and for one brief, amazing moment, her soles were visible completely, she was on her back, soles facing Allison. She tried to get every detail: her small, perfect toes. Her high arch. How soft her feet looked, and how ticklish she knew Kelly was. It was time.
"Yeah, do you know why it feels so good?" Allison asked, not even sure where she was going with it, she had a habit of just acting on impulse when excited. "I just assumed it was because of how my feet are." Kelly wanted to be a little more vague, she didn't want to tempt anyone. "I just like the texture of it is all I meant my feet aren't anything out of the ordinary".
Allison found her chance. "Well, maybe you didn't know, but sand is amazing for your skin. Haven't you heard of that new spa treatment that has been all over the magazines??" Allison was trying to act like one of the girls in her class she thought was dumber then a stump. Kelly looked confused, so Allison continued: "Well, there's a new treatment that not only makes your skin healthier, but extremely soft as well. You like how it feels on your feet, right? Imagine your entire body!"
Had Kelly remembered the day at the beach with Lucy, she may have reacted differently, but much to her future regret, she didn't even recall that day. This girls news was new, exciting and she wanted to try it already. "Tell me more!" Kelly almost begged. Allison continued to explain this new "spa method" where you sit in a hole in a specific way so the sand gets the largest surface area, and then the hole is filled in up to your chin. If done right, you pop yourself out after an hour and you feel fantastic. Or, so Allison told her. She may have forgotten to mention the lack of leverage, the weight of the sand, the inability to move even your fingers, or how exposed Kelly was going to be. But she didn't need to know that. "Almost there, you're almost mine" Allison thought to herself lustfully.
Fast forward 45 minutes later and Kelly was sitting ass first in a hole that was much deeper then she expected it to be, waiting on Allison to finish making the sand wet with ocean water. "It needs to be soaked" Allison explained, "The water activates the enriching properties of the sand on your skin". Kelly happily accepted the idea and sat just as Allison instructed: arms at her sides, fingers pointed down, legs leading up the hole, and feet sitting on the other edge of the hole opposite her head. Not once did Kellys trust falter right before it happened, not once did she worry about her poor soles.
Now Allison was moving as fast as she could while still doing it right. She absolutely soaked all the sand, and started pushing it in, Every 9-12 inches or so, Allison would stop and use her feet and weight to pack the sand down tight. At first, Kelly barely noticed, she leaned her head back and Allison almost thought she fell asleep. Packed around her stomach: nothing. Packed above her boobs, slight reaction. Allison hurried, and got it up above her shoulders and was packing it, when Kelly finally realized she couldn't move.
"Hey, hold on. You did this wrong. I'm stuck". Kelly protested as Allison filled in up to her chin, smoothed it out, and packed it down tight one last time. She was quickly becoming very worried, as the look on Allisons face went from friendly, to…it almost looked sexual. Kelly began to fear that Allison maybe was planning this. Looking around wildly, or trying too at least, Kelly couldn't hide her immediate concern. Allison looked down at her and admired her handiwork, Kelly wasn't even budging the sand which means she really isn't going anywhere. It was just then she thought to herself that she really liked this part. Kelly hadn't even noticed her feet were sticking out yet, and had no clue of her intentions. The power Allison felt was indescribable. She had Kelly up to her chin almost, she watched as her head shook with fear and occasionally flew from side to side before the girl slowly calmed down.
Allison decided now was a good a time as any to give Kelly the full scope. She slid down on her knees and thighs, and slowly pushed away the excess sand pile in front of her face, smoothing the sand down but keeping it up to Kelly's chin. Allison didn't say a word as she did, ignoring Kelly every time she asked what happens next. Looking up at this girl, Kelly began to think she made a mistake, the energy of this girl was getting scary. "If I could just move, even just a little, I could relax." She kept thinking, hoping that saying that to herself would change something. Allison had finished pushing all the sand away, and Kelly had no clue what she was doing. Allison began to get a huge smile on her face, as Kelly got view of what Allison wanted her to see: she didn't bury her feet! The girl stopped, confused for a moment. "What, that's it?" Kelly's secret weakness hadn't even entered into her mind.
Allison stroked Kelly's face, moved her hair out of her eyes. She had the look on her face like she was caring for a doll or an animal, something below her. She fell back onto her ass, and wanted to see how far she could push Kelly's mental state.
"So, you notice I didn't bury your feet I'm assuming, any idea why?" Allison asked in an extremely teasing tone.
"No clue" Kelly said calmly as she put on her best poker face. "What do you have a foot fetish or something? Are you going to sit here and make me watch you rub one out before you let me go?" Kelly didn't even care how rude she was getting, she was just mad now. This was getting ridiculous.
"If you want freedom, you'll have to give me information." Allison had to keep her plan going despite her success, she had other girls she wanted to bring to visit Kelly. She laid on her side, and began playing with Kelly's toes; a fantasy years in the making for her. Kelly wasn't doing the best job of containing herself, the sensation being so unexpected at first she couldn't hide a yell. Her mouth wide open with her adorable laugh. Hair sticking every which way, her feet shaking, trying to kick and her toes curling. Allison finally stopped and hadn't said a word. Kelly blushed, was this what Allison put her here for? To tickle her!? She realized if that's true, then she has Kelly on a silver plater.
Allison looked down at her mockingly knowing Kelly had figured out her predicament. "I heard your sister, Lucy talking about how ticklish she is. I want you to tell me everything about her ticklishness. If you do, I'll let you go easy as that." So she was being held so Allison could know where Lucy is ticklish at. Why? Was she planning something like this for her sister? Kelly refused at first out of some sense of loyalty to family. Allison began lightly caressing the soles and arches of her feet. Kelly was already starting to loose it. As her feet curled, too sensitive for touch, Kelly screamed and pleaded for freedom. Her laugh could be heard all around, if there was anyone else to hear it. Allison had a wicked smile on her face as she looked down at her head and feet. Running her fingers up and down them so lightly, barely even touching this girl and yet it's true torture. Kelly's face was turning red from laughing so hard as Allison finally slowed down. Kelly tried to shake or jump as she stopped, unable to she was just reminded of her bonds. She had never felt so defeated in her life, this girl had her at her most vulnerable.
"Okay, okay you win." Kelly had caved after just 7 minutes. She told Allison everything, that she was ticklish almost everywhere from the neck down, naming each specific spot. When she reached her feet, Kelly paused and needed a fingernail tapping on her sole to remind of her position. She told in great detail how utterly ticklish Lucy's feet were, just like Kelly's. She told Allison every spot, method, object, even things to say to Lucy that seem to make her feet even more ticklish.
Kelly couldn't tell you how long the tickling went on, but eventually it stopped. Allison forced something into her mouth, she couldn't speak or even yell and make noise. Allison began piling sand all around Kelly. If nobody actually looked at her, they wouldn't know she was there. Allison then made a huge sand pile, and to Kelly's absolute joy it included covering her feet up; she had to be in the clear now. After Kelly had so much sand piled above her you could barely even see her, Allison revealed a large bucket she was going to cover her up with. Kelly freaked, this girl was going to just leave her here!? Trapped, waiting to starve or for some rapist to find me?!? Right before the bucket went over her head, Allison whispered something into Kelly's ear that made her eyes go wide with terror.
"I tricked Lucy into coming to this beach alone in 15 minutes. She's going to have a spot right next to you and we're all going to have so much fun together!" Not even giving Kelly a chance to respond with her eyes, she pushed the bucket on, left her victim alone and trapped, and ran off to meet her next prey.
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Thoughts?
Allison Teah was almost a normal 18 year old. She was very short for her age, rail thin, and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had just finished up high school, and was as far as everyone knew a pretty average student; Nothing at all to an outsider would appear abnormal. But, inside…inside Allison had a secret. She had an obsession. Not only had she yet to reveal to anyone she's not interested in boys, but the interest she has in girls is much more uncommon, and in this particular girl, more sinister.
Allison was, for her age, extremely skilled at manipulating other people. Ever since she had begun at this school: friends, girls, boys, teachers, she could claim anyone. And what she kept hidden inside was that she loved it. The fact that twisting someones own mind against them came so naturally to her, she couldn't help but think she could do whatever, to whomever she chose.
Kelly Caze would appear to be almost the opposite of Allison Teah. She dressed like a hippie and was known as the school stoner. She was outspoken and fierce. Kelly tried to be kind to everyone she could, wanting to spread as much happiness as possible. She wasn't fat, but wasn't thin either and she was one who could pull that off with an extremely pretty face. Her long dirty blonde hair flowed down her back, her brown eyes shined at whomever she saw. Her curvy, inviting hips brought images of having her. She usually wore flip flops around, her soft, extremely high arched feet with her small toes in view for the whole world.
Allison sat in the girls locker room after gym, changing with the rest of her class, and as usual, eavesdropping. She liked to look at the other girls and think about her secret desires. Allison watched and wondered who was vulnerable to the kind of touch she aches for. Thoughts raced, her classmates in every make and type of bondage imaginable, all have but one thing in common: their worst ticklish spot exposed. Here she could have them, free from reprisal. But, by luck (depending on where you stand), Fate gave Allison the gift she had been dreaming of.
Allison had never met Kelly Caze, but she certainly knew of her. She was Allisons secret fantasy. This girl made her wet just with the thought of her, and Allison wanted her more then she had ever wanted anyone, or anything. She had to begun to develop an obsession over if Kelly was even ticklish, if her feet were, or to even just get a look at the bottoms. Allison had never noticed a girls feet before Kellys, but once she did, she could think of little else.
"….and I couldn't ever get her to stop! It was terrible!". The girls Allison was secretly listening too was Lucy Caze, Kellys younger sister and their mutual friend Violet. Allison couldn't be sure, but she thought Lucy may have muttered the T-word. She had drifted off into her own world.
"You think you have it bad? Try having Kelly for a sister!", Lucy lamented. "It's like she's obsessed with tickling me. Whenever my parents had her babysit she would always tell me she had a special surprise for the weekend. Stupid me, believing her every time, and it always ended the same: Kelly would always end up tricking me, and I would end up trapped somehow".
Allison couldn't believe her luck, no info on Kelly yet, but Lucy was quite a looker herself. Shoulder length, fire red hair, not traditionally pretty, but just like Kelly, extremely sexy in her own way. Allison for the first time noticed her feet, which now surprised her as Lucy's feet were almost as perfect as Kelly's, just slightly bigger. She couldn't see the sole sadly, but her small cute toes and high arch looked promising.
Allison didn't know it yet, but Lucy was qualified to claim she may be the most ticklish person in their city. Almost everywhere, the right touch would send her into tears. However, Lucy's deep dark secret was that she actually sort of enjoyed the torment, along with the bondage. She wouldn't ever admit it, but she tries to coax Kelly into putting her into that futon and folding it up on her leaving just her exposed head sticking out. Lucy loved that image, the powerful older girl looking down; the smaller weak girl reduced to just her head, all else rendered totally useless.
The first time Kelly had left Lucy's feet out by accident, and tickled her only jokingly. Later, after Lucy began to ask to be let out did Kelly realize the kind of control she had over Lucy right then. If you were to ask Lucy would tell you that was the most she had ever been tickled in her entire life that day not even mentioning it was exclusively her feet.
"Thank God I eventually found out how to get her back", Lucy continued carrying on, Allison praying that she doesn't miss a word. "One day I finally discovered how to exact revenge, and ironically, it's what she had been doing to me all along". Lucy began to tell a story that not only Violet listened too very amused, but one that Allison would remember forever.
Kellys boyfriend Mike, Kelly and I had a quiet day at the beach. While we sunbathed, Mike decided he wanted to bury Kelly up to her neck in sand, but he packed it down a little tighter then he meant too, I think. But, like, right after he finished he got some really important call from his work, and he had to leave right after he finished!"
"Yeah, no prob Mike, I'll dig Kelly out! Just after I finish putting on oil, and I'll give her a ride back home" Mike was assured. Lucy hadn't even given her sisters position a second thought. The entire time Kelly quietly, and happily enjoyed the warm sensation around her with a big grin. The sand was like a warm, perfectly tight blanket. But, all of a sudden, she began to notice something. She had been buried in sand once before, but it wasn't like this. She tried to squirm, lift her arms, nothing. "Man, I'm really stuck here. Good thing Lucy is about to let me out" she thought to herself. When Kelly felt that Lucy was taking too long, she tried to shake her head impatiently, sending her hair all over her face, giving her a look of fear for just a moment. Outside you would have seen a damsel in distress at the exact moment she realizes she is trapped. Inside, Kelly began to get afraid. Not for her safety of course, this was her baby sister after all. She had a revelation that gave her chills (and again illustrated how little she could move): Being so helpless was not her cup of tea.
First mistake: Kelly assumed Lucy wasn't looking at her. Quite the contrary, Lucy hadn't taken her eyes off Kelly since she saw something in her sisters eyes, it was subtle, but it looked like fear. She pretended to ignore her sisters calls of boredom, and realized what was going on: Kelly couldn't get herself out. She was clearly rushing Lucy to free her, but why? But then right out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. She hadn't noticed at first because of how Kelly was seated, and how the sand was piled, but her feet were sticking out! Lucy could see her big sisters bare soles pointed to the sky. Could that be why Kelly had a moment of fear? Did she even realize?
Lucy remembered that Kelly was ticklish when they were kids. She was really the only one who was ever subjected to that in recent years, she figured it was a power thing with Kelly; Not that Lucy minded being subjected. The fact remains Kelly may not be ticklish at all, and Lucy would just seem stupid. If she was going to try this, subtle was the key word.
Lucy casually walked over and laid overtop of the pile of sand in front of Kelly's face that was blocking the view of her exposed feet. She looked down at her sister, finding a new interest in having Kelly like this. The images in her head are always big strong Kelly towering over weak little Lucy. But Lucy couldn't take her eyes off it, she had reduced Kelly to just a head, just how she liked it. She pretended to make small talk while she was about to begin to dig her out. Kelly, barely able to even look up, just wanted to be let up at this point. Before long, Lucy gently stroked her sisters arch mid sentence. "…Lucy I have been asking enough, seriously, time to let meeeAHH!!!" Kelly was cut off and ended with a very loud shriek. She instantly realized her position and began trying to struggle as hard as she can, mortified that the sand wouldn't even budge. She looked down at her prison with a look of confused fear, and back up at her sister with one of concern and worry.
Lucy finished her story of torturing her sister, leaving quite an image burned into Allison's mind: Lucy lying on her back, in front of Kelly's face, buried up to her neck. Her arms wrapped around and along Kelly's feet, digging her nails in. Lucy looking right into Kelly's eyes with a powerful and controlling stare.
Cut back to the locker room: "…and after I had a good long tickle session, she was losing it. It was Heaven". Lucys tone grew sad "but of course I had to let her go, and I got tickled like five times more then I did to her just for that stunt. But, she knows I know her weakness now and I'm going to get her back someday. Get her back good." Lucy and Violet ran off to class, oblivious and happy.
Allison had nearly orgasmed right on the bench. She even liked the story, the bondage method. That night, she went home and tried to research burying someone in sand. After a quick Google, she was turned on into her new favorite bondage medium. One that leaves the victim so trapped and helpless, they have no hope for escape.
Fast forward. Allison now hidden on a beach, but this was a special occasion. She had followed Kelly long enough to know her usual schedule, and to know where she went to be alone. She peered down the beach and there she was: Kelly Caze, a two piece bikini, sunglasses, hair blowing in the wind. She was laying on her back, her bare soles almost visible to a passerby, and she was all alone. Allison had managed to find out Kelly was home alone this weekend, and better yet, the day before Allison sets her plan in motion, she overhears Kelly complain her phone crashed. No contact. No GPS. No cry for help. No hope. Nobody knows where she is.
"Now or never" Allison thought to herself. She popped herself up, and began to walk towards Kelly. Gently kicking sand up with her toes as she walked in her own sexy little bikini. She knew how to play anybody, even the prettiest, most ticklish girl in school. She had a look of quiet happiness on her face, the look of a younger peer who is in trouble and is depending on the older one to get them through.
Kelly didn't see Allison until she actually spoke. "Hey!" Allison yelled at the sleeping older girl. She tried to casually glance at her feet, but couldn't without worrying she was being obvious. "My name is Allison! What's yours?" Allison plopped down quickly at Kelly's side, crossed her legs and tried to look cute and interested.
Kelly was half asleep, and still just really confused. "W-w-what?…mm..Who are you? What do you want?" Kelly was asleep and now all of a sudden some girl clearly a few years younger then her was bugging her during her alone time. Kelly couldn't hide the mild annoyance she felt. Allison started to get nervous, she had to convince this girl she was a friend for her plan to work. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."
Kelly relaxed a little. "Oh, just some dumb high school senior" she amused herself thinking down on little Allison. Kelly sat crossed legged facing this girl, got comfortable, and started smoking a joint. She rubbed her feet into the sand, the look on her face gave away how much she enjoyed the nice sensation. Allison had managed to learn one other thing about Kelly's feet: she cared about them. She took care of them, and she enjoyed foot rubs and anything else you could call a nice sensation on her soles. Allison, trying to win her affection, pulled out a second joint from her bikini top. "Split this one after?" She said with a huge smile. Kelly never turned down free pot, quickly agreed, and decided this girl couldn't be so bad after all.
"I'm Allison by the way" she said happily. "What's your name?" praying for no recognition from the hallways, but Allison was safe. "I'm Kelly!" she heard in a warm, friendly tone. The two girls sat and smoked both joints, casually discussing this beach, music and the weather. The entire time, Kelly continued rubbing her soft looking soles into the sand. Allison planned at first to use drugs to subdue Kelly, but she was getting a new, maybe better idea. After a while, in a lull in the conversation, Allison tested out her plan. She waited until Kelly began to rub her feet as she had been, and pretended to take notice for the very first time. "Haha, I notice you have been doing that for a while now." Allison calmly mentioned pointing at her feet. "What is that supposed to do?"
Kelly, not taken off guard in the least, already trusted this girl. She was assuming she couldn't mean her any harm, she was older and bigger after all! "I just love how it feels" Kelly said with a huge grin "My feet are pretty sensitive, but when I just run the bottoms over the sand it just feels like heaven." She leaned her head back and continued doing so, soaking up every moment. She stretched her legs, and for one brief, amazing moment, her soles were visible completely, she was on her back, soles facing Allison. She tried to get every detail: her small, perfect toes. Her high arch. How soft her feet looked, and how ticklish she knew Kelly was. It was time.
"Yeah, do you know why it feels so good?" Allison asked, not even sure where she was going with it, she had a habit of just acting on impulse when excited. "I just assumed it was because of how my feet are." Kelly wanted to be a little more vague, she didn't want to tempt anyone. "I just like the texture of it is all I meant my feet aren't anything out of the ordinary".
Allison found her chance. "Well, maybe you didn't know, but sand is amazing for your skin. Haven't you heard of that new spa treatment that has been all over the magazines??" Allison was trying to act like one of the girls in her class she thought was dumber then a stump. Kelly looked confused, so Allison continued: "Well, there's a new treatment that not only makes your skin healthier, but extremely soft as well. You like how it feels on your feet, right? Imagine your entire body!"
Had Kelly remembered the day at the beach with Lucy, she may have reacted differently, but much to her future regret, she didn't even recall that day. This girls news was new, exciting and she wanted to try it already. "Tell me more!" Kelly almost begged. Allison continued to explain this new "spa method" where you sit in a hole in a specific way so the sand gets the largest surface area, and then the hole is filled in up to your chin. If done right, you pop yourself out after an hour and you feel fantastic. Or, so Allison told her. She may have forgotten to mention the lack of leverage, the weight of the sand, the inability to move even your fingers, or how exposed Kelly was going to be. But she didn't need to know that. "Almost there, you're almost mine" Allison thought to herself lustfully.
Fast forward 45 minutes later and Kelly was sitting ass first in a hole that was much deeper then she expected it to be, waiting on Allison to finish making the sand wet with ocean water. "It needs to be soaked" Allison explained, "The water activates the enriching properties of the sand on your skin". Kelly happily accepted the idea and sat just as Allison instructed: arms at her sides, fingers pointed down, legs leading up the hole, and feet sitting on the other edge of the hole opposite her head. Not once did Kellys trust falter right before it happened, not once did she worry about her poor soles.
Now Allison was moving as fast as she could while still doing it right. She absolutely soaked all the sand, and started pushing it in, Every 9-12 inches or so, Allison would stop and use her feet and weight to pack the sand down tight. At first, Kelly barely noticed, she leaned her head back and Allison almost thought she fell asleep. Packed around her stomach: nothing. Packed above her boobs, slight reaction. Allison hurried, and got it up above her shoulders and was packing it, when Kelly finally realized she couldn't move.
"Hey, hold on. You did this wrong. I'm stuck". Kelly protested as Allison filled in up to her chin, smoothed it out, and packed it down tight one last time. She was quickly becoming very worried, as the look on Allisons face went from friendly, to…it almost looked sexual. Kelly began to fear that Allison maybe was planning this. Looking around wildly, or trying too at least, Kelly couldn't hide her immediate concern. Allison looked down at her and admired her handiwork, Kelly wasn't even budging the sand which means she really isn't going anywhere. It was just then she thought to herself that she really liked this part. Kelly hadn't even noticed her feet were sticking out yet, and had no clue of her intentions. The power Allison felt was indescribable. She had Kelly up to her chin almost, she watched as her head shook with fear and occasionally flew from side to side before the girl slowly calmed down.
Allison decided now was a good a time as any to give Kelly the full scope. She slid down on her knees and thighs, and slowly pushed away the excess sand pile in front of her face, smoothing the sand down but keeping it up to Kelly's chin. Allison didn't say a word as she did, ignoring Kelly every time she asked what happens next. Looking up at this girl, Kelly began to think she made a mistake, the energy of this girl was getting scary. "If I could just move, even just a little, I could relax." She kept thinking, hoping that saying that to herself would change something. Allison had finished pushing all the sand away, and Kelly had no clue what she was doing. Allison began to get a huge smile on her face, as Kelly got view of what Allison wanted her to see: she didn't bury her feet! The girl stopped, confused for a moment. "What, that's it?" Kelly's secret weakness hadn't even entered into her mind.
Allison stroked Kelly's face, moved her hair out of her eyes. She had the look on her face like she was caring for a doll or an animal, something below her. She fell back onto her ass, and wanted to see how far she could push Kelly's mental state.
"So, you notice I didn't bury your feet I'm assuming, any idea why?" Allison asked in an extremely teasing tone.
"No clue" Kelly said calmly as she put on her best poker face. "What do you have a foot fetish or something? Are you going to sit here and make me watch you rub one out before you let me go?" Kelly didn't even care how rude she was getting, she was just mad now. This was getting ridiculous.
"If you want freedom, you'll have to give me information." Allison had to keep her plan going despite her success, she had other girls she wanted to bring to visit Kelly. She laid on her side, and began playing with Kelly's toes; a fantasy years in the making for her. Kelly wasn't doing the best job of containing herself, the sensation being so unexpected at first she couldn't hide a yell. Her mouth wide open with her adorable laugh. Hair sticking every which way, her feet shaking, trying to kick and her toes curling. Allison finally stopped and hadn't said a word. Kelly blushed, was this what Allison put her here for? To tickle her!? She realized if that's true, then she has Kelly on a silver plater.
Allison looked down at her mockingly knowing Kelly had figured out her predicament. "I heard your sister, Lucy talking about how ticklish she is. I want you to tell me everything about her ticklishness. If you do, I'll let you go easy as that." So she was being held so Allison could know where Lucy is ticklish at. Why? Was she planning something like this for her sister? Kelly refused at first out of some sense of loyalty to family. Allison began lightly caressing the soles and arches of her feet. Kelly was already starting to loose it. As her feet curled, too sensitive for touch, Kelly screamed and pleaded for freedom. Her laugh could be heard all around, if there was anyone else to hear it. Allison had a wicked smile on her face as she looked down at her head and feet. Running her fingers up and down them so lightly, barely even touching this girl and yet it's true torture. Kelly's face was turning red from laughing so hard as Allison finally slowed down. Kelly tried to shake or jump as she stopped, unable to she was just reminded of her bonds. She had never felt so defeated in her life, this girl had her at her most vulnerable.
"Okay, okay you win." Kelly had caved after just 7 minutes. She told Allison everything, that she was ticklish almost everywhere from the neck down, naming each specific spot. When she reached her feet, Kelly paused and needed a fingernail tapping on her sole to remind of her position. She told in great detail how utterly ticklish Lucy's feet were, just like Kelly's. She told Allison every spot, method, object, even things to say to Lucy that seem to make her feet even more ticklish.
Kelly couldn't tell you how long the tickling went on, but eventually it stopped. Allison forced something into her mouth, she couldn't speak or even yell and make noise. Allison began piling sand all around Kelly. If nobody actually looked at her, they wouldn't know she was there. Allison then made a huge sand pile, and to Kelly's absolute joy it included covering her feet up; she had to be in the clear now. After Kelly had so much sand piled above her you could barely even see her, Allison revealed a large bucket she was going to cover her up with. Kelly freaked, this girl was going to just leave her here!? Trapped, waiting to starve or for some rapist to find me?!? Right before the bucket went over her head, Allison whispered something into Kelly's ear that made her eyes go wide with terror.
"I tricked Lucy into coming to this beach alone in 15 minutes. She's going to have a spot right next to you and we're all going to have so much fun together!" Not even giving Kelly a chance to respond with her eyes, she pushed the bucket on, left her victim alone and trapped, and ran off to meet her next prey.
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