Duke Diablo
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Hi guys. Long time no post, as a result of illness (had to lay in bed for more than a week) and tests in colledge, so here's my first story in a long time. This story complete, I'm closing the requests for some time, and starting to work on Enterion a bit, so Enterion fans, rejoice, chapter 8 is in making (I haven't forgotten about it, don't worry😉 )!
This is the story I did as a request to one member, and with her permission, I give you Vicky, the ticklish assistant lecturer (the actual names have been changed according to the wishes of the request-maker).
Finally done, Vicky thought after a hard day at work. She really needed a break now, she thought. Ah, but there is nothing more relaxing than a nice, comfy bath, she thought as she took her high heels off, entering her car and revealing her beautiful, pedicured feet. Her beautiful, perfectly kept-up feet were her pride, their natural beauty enhanced by constant care being put into them. As a result, her soles were smooth as a silk, and not a single flaw could be found on her beautiful, long toes, her high arches, nor her shining toenails. One could easily say that, when it came to upkeep, these feet were as close to perfect as it gets.
Finally sitting comfortably in the car, her expensive high-heeled shoes on the seat next to her's, Vicky decided to stop and fix her make-up before starting the engine up. Perfect, she thought as the red lipstick crossed her full lips in one, skillful move. Then, making the last checks on her make-up and removing a wandering lock of her long, black straight hair from her face, Vicky sat back in driver's chair, looking in the mirror of the car, taking the time to enjoy her own good looks.
- Girl, you are a looker-, Vicky thought for herself, smiling statisfiedly, starting up the engine, which roared as the keys turned in the hole. Enjoying the sound of engine which purred at the gentlest touches of her cute bare feet on the gas pedal, Vicky placed the car in first gear and started to drive, accelerating quickly, hoping to get home as soon as possible.
* * *
A day earlier, somewhere around the campus Vicky worked at, a group of assistant lecturers was gathering in one of the empty rooms one of them got access to. It wasn't a large group... merely four of them, and all of them girls, aged around 26, most of them visibly unsure of the outcome of this meeting. They were all exchanging uncertain looks between them... what if the plan doesn't work? What if they are discovered? Will those same techniques, the very ones they were planning on using on their colleague, then be used on them? Some of them shivered at the very thought of it. The only one who seemed completely sure in the outcome of the whole plan seemed to be the girl in their centre, their leader and the one who organized this meeting. In her fiery, dark eyes, there never appeared even a hint of fear or second thought, her dark-skinned but pretty face a bastion of courage and resolve to see this thing through. Her name was Laura, and she was determined to see this plan through, no matter what.
«Are you sure this is going to work, Laura?», one of the girls asked. «I mean, what if we get caught and then...»
«Then we will accept whatever punishment that's coming to us!», Laura replied fiery, her curly hair shaking from the ferocity with which she hit the table. Her angry, determined look was piercing girl by girl, going from one to another in that dimly lit room, like it was trying to give out some of her resolve to them. «However, we won't get caught if we stick to the plan...» Laura made a pause here, her eyes fixed on the girl who asked the question. «Understand, Cindy?»
«Hey!», one of the girls shouted out. «I thought I was Cindy!»
Laura let out a sad sigh, looking at the girl who just jumped in. «No. You're Mindy. How many times do I have to repeat?» She started pointing from girl to girl, telling them the names they will use during the 'mission', starting at the girl who asked the first question and ending on herself: «Cindy, Mindy, Wendy and Stormspike.»
«Hey! Why doesn't your one rhyme?», the one called Wendy interfered now. Laura took her time to study her: the girl was asian, but quite an unusual one, with dark skin but light-brown straight hair with a few blonde locks scattered all over, and beautiful emerald-green eyes. Her face was thin, proud, with high cheekbones and a small, thin nose, giving her an air of elegance. Also, her thin mouth and lips and long, seductive eyelashes only enhanced the graceful impression the girl gave out. Even the clothes she wore, the tight, white t-shirt which beautifuly outlined her perfectly rounded, medium-sized breasts and thin, tight-looking waist, and her skirt in check pattern that reached to her pretty knees, revealing her dark, smooth legs from knees to ankles, where two white cotton socks took the role of concealers of her feet, along with a pair of formal black, polished shoes, gave Laura the impression of utmost elegance and refinement, while at the same time dancing on the thin line between beauty and cuteness. Laura remembered the girl's name was Gwen, but she couldn't say for sure why the girl came in the first place. But anyways, her help was welcome. After all, they all had their reasons, and none of them really felt like sharing it. And Laura certainly had her reason...
* * *
It was two days ago that Laura was having a counselling session with some students. She was explaining some misunderstandings in the matter, trying to clear them out to those few who came. She wasn't enjoying it, but that was her job.
The counselling session was pretty boring for Laura, and that was why, when it was over, Laura was really unstatisfied when one of the students remained after everyone else had packed. She was so looking forward to heading back home and relaxing a bit, and now she will probably be stuck there for another half an hour or so by having to answer this girl's questions... at least that's how it usually went. Someone would stay behind and bug her for at least 30 minutes with boring questions.
«Um, can we please talk in private?», the girl asked.
«Well, the classroom is empty, isn't it?», Laura replied, smiling broadly, her playful black eyes revealing that she would rather go home, though. The girl smiled back, but only briefly, as she closed the doors behind her, locking them.
«It's about your colleague, miss Vicky», she said, looking Laura directly in the eyes. Hearing that name made Laura interested... very interested. After all, Vicky and Laura were rivals, a fact that was well known and obvious to pretty much everyone on the campus. Laura just couldn't stand Vicky's snotty behavior, while Vicky didn't like Laura's 'lack of style', meaning Laura was relying on her natural beauty, while Vicky prefered expensive clothes and make-up.
«I'm listening», Laura said, not hiding her curiosity and interest. The other girl smiled in response, her brown eyes glinting evily. She sat down on one of the chairs, Laura taking the chair next to hers.
«It's a real juicy piece of information», the student girl said, winking to the curious assistant lecturer, «so I'm going to have to ask for something in return.»
Laura knew this part was coming. She narrowed her eyes, checking the girl out. With her big, innocent eyes, neat, short hair and that innocent face she kept making, this girl looked like an angel in her own right. However, somehow, Laura knew that this was just a mask and that this girl could easily be the embodiment of the devil himself, as underneath that sweet, innocent surface most probably lay a cold, calculated mind.
«I see», Laura said, calculating. «Can I hear the deal?»
«Ah, nothing», the girl said, bringing back that innocent look on her face. «It's just that a test is coming... and I heard that you are the one who will be supervising my group. Would it be ok if you... looked the other way during the test, in case I have to... remind myself of something?»
So that was it. The girl wanted to cheat on the test, and she wanted Laura to help her.
«All right», she said, «but what would be in it for me?»
The girl smiled confidently. She was about to reveal her cards, Laura knew.
«Well... I'm going to tell you miss Velianna's weakness», she started, slowly saying word by word, making sure nobody is listening, then leaning into Laura's face, so close that the dark girl could clearly sense her sweet parfume, it's alluring scent playing with her senses. Then, whispering, slowly pronouncing each word, the girl continued: «She is ticklish. Ticklish like hell, especially on her feet.»
Laura had to say that she was a bit dissapointed at that moment. That girl seemed so smart, and all she could come up with was information that Velli was ticklish. She could have found it out herself if she just tried to tickle her rival.
«I see...», she said, doing her best not to show any emotions on her face at all. She was really disappointed in this. «And how is this information valuable to me?»
«Well... how could I explain this...», the girl said, pretending to be thinking for a moment, but at the very same second she ducked, her hand reaching for her assistant teacher's ankle, pulling it up, and at the same time removing her white, high heeled shoe off her dark foot, revealing her beautiful, smooth bare sole, with beautiful, short toes, pedicured but with no toenail polish. Laura's feet were short and broad, with high arches, smooth and tender all over, and a clear contrast between her white soles and the dark upper side of the feet.
«Hey, what the... eek!», Laura started, but was stopped in the middle of the sentence by the light scratching of her soles... which tickled like hell. Laura's feet, apart from being beautiful, had to be one of the most ticklish in the whole world.
«Imagine that being done to you for a long, long time, teacher», the girl said, intentionally prolonging the 'long' words, an evil smile on her face. «Minutes, hours... even days. It would be a real torture, wouldn't it?»
Saying so, she scratched Laura's bare, defenseless sole again, making her shriek in laughter, and also almost jump off her chair.
«Ok, ok, I get the point», Laura said, trying to stop the girl from tickling her again. She sighed deeply. «Ok. It's a deal. I'll look the other way.» Then, she paused for a few moments. «What did you say your name was?»
The girl smiled again, this time cunningly. Her pretty face could shift so easily, Laura thought. She didn't like this girl... she feared her a bit... but what she feared most was the fact that the girl was still holding her vulnerable, bare foot in her hands.
«Well, now», the girl started, slowly running her long fingernails across Laura's toes, not tickling her, but still making shivers run down her spine from fear, «names won't be necessary, right?»
Laura nodded, gulping. This girl really frightened her. How could someone be looking so innocent, so sweet, yet be rotten to the core like that? The girl really looked like a little angel, frail and fair-skinned, with beautiful, innocent eyes. However, there was no doubt in Laura's mind that this girl certainly wasn't an angel, and she knew if she didn't accept the girl's game, she wouldn't have a good time at all, especially with her foot resting helplessly in female student's lap.
«Excellent», the girl smiled, her innocent smile back on her face. She looked so happy... like those children from commercials or post-cards about the happiest fun-parks in the world. «I'm glad we had a deal... the test is in a week. Don't you forget what we discussed here.»
Saying so, the girl left, leaving shocked Laura behind. Slowly, the beautiful, dark lecturer placed her high heel back on her foot, looking around to make sure the girl was gone. Whew. She didn't even want to think what would that girl do to her foot if she said 'no', as she was sure it would tickle her to insanity.
* * *
The next day, Laura decided to check out Vicky's feet herself. She wanted to know exactly how she could use that new information to her advantage...and she wanted to make sure it's true. That girl sure didn't look like she had a reason to lie, though. She seemed to have an interest herself in seeing Vicky tickled. That was why Laura decided to stick around her victim-to-be, at least until she got the right information.
Luckily, she didn't have to wait for long, as the moment she walked in the lecturer's lounge, she saw Vicky there. And bingo, she was sitting at one of the desks, checking something out, her legs crossed and one shoe dangling on the edge of her toes, revealing almost her whole foot, and, what's most important, revealing one beautiful, tender sole which just begged to be tickled. It was now or never, Laura knew, and decided to take the opportunity. As she was walking by her rival, she 'accidentaly' dropped a pen.
«Oopsa...», she said, going to pick it up, but taking her time to run her fingers across the bare sole she was informed was ticklish. The reaction was wonderful: Vicky quickly kicked her, shouting angrily from above:
«Hey, watch it!»
Laura smiled, picking the pencil up and rising. «Ooh... someone's ticklish?»
«No... not at all», Vicky obviously lied, «it's just that I don't want you ruining my pedicure, you elephant!»
«Yeah... sure... whatever you say...», Laura said returning to her duties, an evil smirk on her face.
* * *
«My name doesn't rhyme because I'm the boss, and so there won't be any confusion», Laura replied to Gwen, who was waiting for an answer.
«I think everyone's names should rhyme», the one called 'Mindy' barged into the conversation. «That would be fair, wouldn't it?»
Laura looked at her, unsure as to what to reply. This one she hanged out more with, so she knew her a bit. The girl's real name was Jody, and she was a friend of Laura's. However, much unlike her usual formal attire, she was wearing a short miniskirt and a light, white top, which were world apart from her usual long, elegant tight black skirts she used to wear. Also, instead of her usual high heels, she wore white sneakers on bare feet, which was really an unusual sight to see, but what surprised Laura the most was her friend's hair. Instead of her usual habit to let her hair down, neatly combed, and let it reach down to her breasts in a long, broad, majestic waterfall, she made two braids out of it, letting them fall down in two little streams, each on it's side of her face. Also, this time she didn't wear any makeup on those full, narrow lips which sometimes earned her teasings for looking like a cute little bunny. Her usual choice was an elegant dark-red, but this time she just used some lip balm, which made her lips shine with a natural, pink glow. Those very same lips were smiling now: Jody knew she had Laura cornered, since Laura just wanted to avoid having some silly nickname that had to rhyme with 'Cindy'.
«Yes... she should be called 'Windy'.» The creative comment came from the one nicknamed 'Cindy'. Before, she was unsure, but now, when the name thing came into play, she seemed to have forgotten all about the dangers of getting caught, something failing or some such danger. That girl surely did seem like a cheerful sort... and she certainly was cheerful. Laura knew about her: Claire the joking-assistant, they called her. Possibly the most popular assistant lecturer in campus, being renowned for her unique teaching methods, where she introduced the matter to the students through jokes and little songs. She also seemed pretty energetic, as she constantly kept jumping around, wether nervous or happy. The girl herself was pretty, in a very cute way. Her skin wasn't totaly pale, nor it was dark... more of a bronze tan. Her hair was completely black and relatively short, and it would probably stop right before her shoulders hadn't she always tied it into a ponytail, with a few locks of hair dancing freely on her forehead. Her green eyes and cute face seemed like they were radiating pure life energy. Her medium-sized mouth were constantly smiling, and her face always expressed a lot of enthusiasm. Her outfit was a normal, common one: long, grey trainer pants and a tight, red t-shirt that outlined her small, but cute breasts. Also, her pants made it visible that her ass was beautiful and perfectly rounded. Alas, those same pants also fully covered her legs, making it impossible to appraise them, nor to see if she wore any socks under her gray sport sneakers.
«I couldn't agree more», Gwen joined in, a smile on her face. Laura sighed, seeing how she didn't have any choice.
«All right... I'll be Windy», she said. «Just don't go around mixing me up, would ya?»
«Don't worry... we won't», Jody said, repeating the order, this time right: «Cindy, Mindy, Wendy and Windy.»
«Yes... that's right», Laura said. «Now, did everyone get their prints of the plan?»
The three girls nodded.
«Any objections?»
No one had any. Laura smiled statisfiedly, silent fire burning in her dark eyes.
«Good. Then, let's get it started.»
* * *
«What the hell?!», Vicky screamed, honking as hard as she could, her hand hitting the steering wheel as hard as she could. That damn car in front of her was still standing, even though the traffic light was green. Vicky was furious. It was on her turning spot, so she couldn't change tracks, and she had to wait for that car to move. However, it didn't move, and she missed the whole green light. That made her so furious that she placed her heels back on her feet, tying the strap on each ankle, going out of the car to have a little chat with the driver. There seemed to be four of them in the car... all of them women, by the looks of it.
«What the hell do you think you...», Vicky started to shout, going for their car, but stopped as three of them left the car. She recognized them: Laura, Jody and Gwen. Why were they here? What in hell were they doing?
«Come», Laura said as Jody and Gwen took Vicky under their arms, dragging her back to her car. Being that they were so close-by and that she didn't lock her doors, it didn't take long, and nobody took notice of this little incident. After all, Vicky didn't even have time to realize what was going on before being tossed into the car, so she didn't even have a chance to scream.
«Hey... what the hell do you think you're doing?!», Vicky shouted as she was pushed into her car, the two girls placing laying her on the back seat, in their laps. Laura, on the other hand, took the driver's place, starting up the engine as it was green again. Both cars started to move, and Vicky started to get scared. What did all of this mean? Where were they taking her? What were they going to do to her? Well, she certainly didn't want to find out, so she tried kicking the girls and setting herself free. She tried launching a horizontal kick into Gwen's face, but it was blocked in it's very beginning by Gwen, who crossed her legs, intertwining them around Vicky's by doing so, preventing the girl from any movement at all. Jody did the same to her arms and, before she could know it, Vicky was pinned down, unable to move.
«What the hell?!», Vicky screamed again. «I want some answers!»
Again no reply from anyone. As soon as she finished yelling, Vicky heard clicking metal sounds coming from the direction of her wrists and ankles. The girls set her arms and legs free, revealing a horrible truth to Vicky: She was handcuffed to each of the doors, at the wrists and ankles, handcuffs pulled through hand-grips and secured well on her smooth, tender skin. Vicky started to be afraid... very afraid. What the hell were those girls doing? They certainly didn't mind kidnapping her... what was next?
Well, despite her fear, Vicky decided she won't show it to her captors. No. She decided to be defiant, to the very last moment, knowing that begging for mercy probably won't do her any good. Her face became proud, stoic as a rock, as she firmly decided not to let those girls have their way with her.
«Speak up!», she demanded in a fiery voice, trying to act dangerous. «What the hell is going on?!»
Again, no reply. All the girls did was watch her silently, no matter how hard or loud she cursed, and no matter the gravity of the curses. Vicky shouted as loud as she could and as hard as she could, but to no avail. Her throat started to hurt already, and she got no reaction.
Or so she thought at first, because once she stopped for a minute, the girls silently started to move their hands towards her. Knowing this couldn't be good, Vicky did her best to set herself free... she tried pulling on her bonds, kicking and wriggling as hard as she could, but it did her no good. She was bound fast and good, and with those hands slowly but surely coming towards her, her dread grew and grew. What were they going to do to her? Torture her? Kill her? And why were they moving so damn slow?! The very tension was torture in it's own right. Those hands moving so slowly, yet so surely, a sign of certain doom approaching, seemed like knives to Vicky. What the hell were they going to do to her?! She knew she didn't want to find out the answer. However, she also knew she was going to find out pretty soon, as they were really close to her skin now, tension rising with each milimeter of distance passed, Vicky going crazy from suspense.
And then, the distance finally closed, and Vicky felt... tickling?!
Yes, as surprising as it was to Vicky, the girl at her torso placed her hands on Vicky's belly and started scratching lightly, provoking Vicky's ticklish nerve extensions, making them send ticklish impulses all over her body, making Vicky try and escape it.
«Ticklish?», the one at her upperbody said, continuing to run her fingers all over Vicky's ticklish tummy. The clothes didn't seem to ease the sensation, Vicky mused. However, she did her best not to wiggle, trying to pretend she's not ticklish.
«No», she lied, and lied desperately, since she was ticklish, very ticklish, and this was one of the worst tortures imaginable for her. However, she knew that admitting her ticklishness will only make her captors tickle her more, so she did her best not to laugh, not to show anything. It was easier for her, because her tummy wasn't her worst spot, anyways. The real dread came when she thought about the option where they would tickle her most sensitive, most ticklish place: her feet. Just thinking about those girls touching her feet, which were her pride and hidden weak spot, sent shivers down Vicky's spine. No. They couldn't do that to her... her feet were too ticklish... or could they... oh, god, please, no!
Then, Vicky stopped in dread as she felt one of those hands, the one belonging to Gwen, starting to play with the strap on her high heel, the only one keeping her shoe on.
No, Vicky thought, please not that. Deep in her mind, she was praying that she has enough strength to convince them she's not ticklish, as she knew that if she failed to do that, she was in for hell.
«Don't even try... I'm not ticklish», she tried to bluff as the first strap was slowly but surely removed, leaving her pretty, expensive shoe dangling on her toes. The girl removed it slowly, revealing Vicky's beautiful, perfectly pedicured toes (as the high heels were closed on the toes), and her beautiful, soft, sensitive soles, who were a little dirty from driving barefoot, but beautiful nontheless.
«You drove barefoot», Gwen noted, ignoring what Vicky said just moments ago. So, it was that obvious, she thought. But, she decided not to confess that she did, knowing that driving barefoot was illegal and it could cause her problems. Thus, she remained defiant, hoping this would discourage her assailants.
She protested: «I did not!»
Gwen paid her no heed. Her facial expression remained same, unchanged. Meanwhile, Jody was still tickling Vicky's belly, making it harder and harder on her not to laugh or twitch.
«You drove barefoot», Gwen repeated, slowly unlatching the second strap, making Vicky go through that same dread again. Both of her feet were bare now, relieved of their only line of defense: her expensive high heels. Bare and defenseless, Vicky's pretty, a bit dirty, feet stood still, acting unconcerned by the other girl's long fingers, which were approaching them dreadfully slowly, not even hinting the agony their owner was going through. Vicky was fearing this more than anything: the very idea of having her feet tickled even lightly sent streaks of impulses coursing through her body, making her soles itch and making Vicky want to giggle a bit. However, she supressed that urge, having her goal in mind: making her kidnappers believe she isn't ticklish. However, she realized it wasn't going to be easy: they were persistent and, if it was to be judged by Jody, very skilled ticklers.
Vicky's eyes rested upon the sight of her bare feet slowly approached by ten sadistically-looking fingers, her face completely calm on the exterior, not even seeming to notice what Jody was doing to her belly, running her ten fingers playfully all across the dancefloor that was Vicky's tummy, masterfully hiding the fact that she was really suffering from both tickling and the fear, the anticipation of what was to come, and come soon, as only few milimeters of free space separated the ticklsih skin of Vicky's soles, and even those few precious bits of space were crossed slowly but surely by those wiggly fingers, the anticipation of what was sure to come killing Vicky.
And then, Gwen's fingers touched Vicky's soles, and Vicky couldn't help but twitch. Upon the first contact, her toes twitched, her feet jumping up in a reflex Vicky tried so hard to stop.
Damn it, Vicky cursed. They just had to see that she was lying now. But, if she tried denying it some more... yes... she definitely will try to do that, even though she didn't know how, being that she was barely holding her reactions back before. Now, she knew it was going to be impossible for a longer period of time, with Jody's skillful fingers crawling like spiders on her belly... and now with Gwen tickling her bare, ticklish soles in addition, Vicky knew it was only a moment of time before she breaks. It tickled like hell, the sensation of ten additional fingers touching her skin, this time exposed, unlike her tummy, and definitely more ticklish than it.
Try as she might, Vicky just couldn't not react to the ten fingers, which were gently crawling all over the soft, tender skin of her ticklish soles. The sensation was just too much, and Vicky was barely holding back laughter. She couldn't stop squirming any more, and it was only a matter of time before she bursts into laughter. At this point it was obvious that she was ticklish, and there was no more point in trying to deny it, but Vicky still didn't want to let go. She was just too proud. Even though her tummy and soles were aflame from the ticklish sensation, driving her crazy, she decided not to allow them the pleasure of seeing her break, no matter how hard they tickle her. That was why she was doing her best not to laugh.
«You said you weren't ticklish», Laura noted from the driver's seat, taunting Vicky and her efforts to remain calm. She didn't reply, as she knew that, if she opened her mouth, she would have burst into laughter. Gwen's and Jody's... especially Gwen's... wriggling fingers were driving Vicky to her wit's end, making her want to escape the torment, or howl from laughter, whatever, just to ease herself a little. However, she could do nothing. No matter how hard she trashed in the laps of the two girls, she couldn't escape the bonds and no matter how much she wanted to laugh, her pride didn't allow it.
Very soon, tears started welling up in Vicky's eyes, her face a tight grimace. Her full, red lips were spread, but the muscles around them were tense, not allowing those cute mouth to open. Vicky looked like she was ready to burst into laughter any time, an impression which was true beyond words. Her strength was quickly leaving her, with her feet and belly overwhelmed by tickling sensation, all of her other senses going numb, her brain focused on only one that mattered now: touch, the tormenting touch, a sense which was fully ablaze at the moment, a forest fire lit and kept alive by the twenty little torches that danced all over her soft, vulnerable skin.
Vicky was in hell, desperately trying to calm herself, not to laugh, but at the same time ready to burst at any moment, feeling her strength, her ability to hold out, decreasing with each stroke of those insanely skillful, yet so soft and tender fingers on her pedicured, well-taken-care-of feet, and her somewhat-protected belly. Each passing second, each stroke of her vulnerable skin made her closer and closer to breaking.
«Your soles adore my fingers, it seems», Gwen teased, removing one hand from Vicky's sole, giving her some breathing space, a few precious moments of ease. At that same time, Jody started to advance her tickle attack upwards, her fingers slowly but surely crawling upwards, tickling all the way, positioning themselves at Vicky's armpits.
«Let's see how will they enjoy these $3000 heels of yours», Gwen said, playing with Vicky's high heel in front of her face, her other hand gripping the captive's toes tightly, pulling them back, not allowing any free movement at all, no escape. Vicky was shocked with fear, as she knew what was to follow: she was to be tickled with her own shoes, the very ones she was so proud of. Suddenly, the sharp high heel she found so pretty when she saw it in the store, so elegant when she placed it on her beautiful feet, started to seem very diabolically-looking, like an infernal torturing-machine.
No, please, no, a thought rushed through Vicky's head, while she still tried to hold back the laughter from constant tickling of her armpits, barely stopping herself from bursting into a frenzied laughter. The ten fingers, five in each armpit, that danced on her skin already tickled like hell, as her armpits were even more ticklish than her belly, and Vicky was already pulling on her bonds as hard as she could, trashing, trying to somehow set herself free, but to no avail. She was bound to take this.
Vicky helplessly watched as her expensive shoe slowly travelled from in front of her face, down her torso, then slowly across her legs to finally position itself in front of her helpless foot. Desperately, Vicky tried to protect it, placing the free foot in front of the held one, but it did her no good: she knew that Gwen could as easily tickle that foot, which was just as ticklish as the other one.
«Seems that this one wants some action first», the brunette tickler teased, slowly running the point of the high heel across Vicky's not too high and not too low arch. Immediately, Vicky's foot twitched, toes wriggling like crazy. A cold, evil smile appeared on Gwen's face as she started to run the heel around her baby toe, tickling it, taking Vicky to the boundary of breaking again. Vicky's baby toe, her whole foot, was twitching like crazy, desperately trying to find a way of escaping the devious, sharp instrument of horrendous torture. Needless to say, the sensation of sharp high heel slowly crawling all over her baby toe, sometimes tickling in between it and the neighbouring one, tickled like crazy, and Vicky was practically on her breaking point.
«Spppkkk.... smmmkk.... shhhkk...» The beautiful, pampered councilor was already so close to breaking that she couldn't conceal all of the sounds. Laughter was breaking out, and she knew that it was only a matter of seconds before she breaks. No more, she begged in her mind, please no more.
And then, Vicky broke, bursting into beautiful laughter.
«Hahahaha.... stop.... hahahahaha... I'm not ticklish... aaahahahaha!», She barely said, her giggling laughter hampering her ability to speak. The laughter was pouring out of her mouth like a wild river that finally crushed it's dam, and was now enjoying it's newfound freedom, rushing through the surrounding countryside. The two ticklers looked happy, finally being able to break her. That was why they exchanged statisfied, evil looks between them, continuing to tickle her with increased enthusiasm and intensity, Jody's fingers tickling faster and harder than before, digging deep into the ticklish skin of Vicky's armpits, Gwen taking both of Vicky's big toes in her hand, running the heel quickly all over both of Vicky's bare, completely defenseless soles, the combination of both making Vicky hysteric, increasing the intensity of her laughter and her trashing, the black-haired captive no longer being able to refrain herself from laughing. She was now completely helpless, trashing in her bonds, pulling at them, laughing beautifully to the sensation that set all of her senses on fire, her former stone-cold face releasing constant wild streams of laughter.
«You still claim you aren't ticklish?», Jody teased her helpless captive. «What a bad, bad liar you are.»
«Hahahahaha... I'm... not... aaahahahahahaaa... tiiihihihicklish... hahahaha!», Vicky replied, still clinging to her 'I'm not ticklish' story, even though she was lauging at even the slightest touch now. She must look so pathetic, she thought to herself, reduced to a little pile of giggles and squirms by Jody's and Gwen's maddening strokes, yet still shouting out claims that she wasn't ticklish.
And then, suddenly, the car stopped, and Laura turned to the two sadistic ticklers, which were certainly enjoying their jobs, saying, with a smile on her pretty face: «We're here, girls.»
The tickling stopped, and Vicky was thanking the heavens in her thoughts. She wasn't sure how much longer would she hold out. She felt her shoes being put back on her feet, which was a nice enough change... at least her beautiful soles weren't so exposed and vulnerable. For how long, though, she didn't know, as they seemed to have more plans with her.
Gwen and Jody unlocked her hancuffs on one hand and ankle, letting her move around freely for a second. Vicky tried to use that opportunity to kick them, but they were prepaired, pinning her down efficiently, and Laura quickly coming to their aid. With handcuffs back on her ankles and wrists, Vicky was back in her helpless state, completely at the trio's mercy.
«What are you going to do to me now, you perverts?», she asked defiantly as she was being led out of the car.
«Wait...», Laura said, before they took her out completely. «We need to gag her somehow. I don't want her screams to attract attention.»
«No worries about that», Gwen said, taking her shoes, and then socks off, revealing a pair of beautiful, tender feet, as elegant and attractive as their owner.
«Oh, no, if you think I'm going to let that into my... mmf... mmmph», Vicky protested, but was quickly silenced as her captors quickly stuffed the socks inside her mouth, taking the opportunity of her blabbing.
The girls waited a few moments for Claire to come and for Gwen to put her shoes back on her feet... such a shame she wasn't wearing a more revealing footwear, Laura thought, as she found Gwen's bronze, elegant feet beautiful and highly attractive. Then, making sure nobody was looking, they quickly carried their helpless captive out of the car, and into one of the buildings, the very one they pulled out in front, lifting Vicky above the ground, one taking her ankles, one taking knees, one her waist and one her hands.
Unable to do anything to free herself, Vicky decided to at least have a look around, to see where they got her to. When she realized where she was, she almost froze: the four girls took her to slums, to the poorest part of town, where prostitutes and criminals resided. The scenery she beheld made her want to puke: shady people in cheap, ragged clothing all around, their faces masks of gray reality they lived in. The usual beauty and style of richer neighborhoods she was used to live in was nowhere to be seen, and Vicky simply couldn't believe that this scenery was from her city. No, the safe, shiny neighborhood she lived in and the gray, broken ghetto couldn't exist in the same world, she thought to herself, tasting the bitter taste of reality and Gwen's socks.
The building they took her in was old and filthy, with clear signs of it's sad state of disrepair: cracks were everywhere, the doors and windows covered in rust and rot, while the building itself smelled of sweat, cheap perfume, alcohol and ciggarettes. The grey, unpainted walls were covered in cracks and graffiti, with some stains here and there. Vicky didn't even want to imagine where they came from. She wasn't sure what was worse... being tortured or being in this building, which made her stomack turn.
* * *
«Well, here we are», Laura said as they entered the apartment... if you could call it that. Actually, it was more of a set of two practically empty, dusty, filthy rooms. The air itself had a foul odor to itself, smelling just a tad bit better than the lobby, while the walls and the floor were in even poorer condition: the wooden floor was so rotten that it squeaked with each step they made, and the walls were so covered-up in graffiti that there was no way of saying what it's original color was. There was one rusty window which let in some light, but Laura was afraid to open it and let some air in, as the building next door was a glue-factory. She wasn't sure how bad it would smell, but it would probably just make things worse, so she decided that it would be the best for it to stay closed.
«Mmmmh! Mmh!», Vicky was trying to shout from behind her gag, but she couldn't make any articulate noises. Never mind anything now, Laura thought, let's get her safely locked-up.
The four girls carried Vicky over to the next room, where she gazed in both amazement and fear at the only piece of furniture in the whole apartment: a sturdy set of wooden stocks, made from high-quality oak, tempered by multiple wood-treating paints and conditioners, it's smooth, dark-brown surface shining even though the sun barely scarced it. Laura smiled... she and Gwen picked those stocks, falling in love with them at first sight. The stocks had it all... the style, the durability, the padded holes so they would provide comfort and all the required accessories, such as holes for the toe-ties.
Seeing the stocks, Vicky started struggling as hard as she could, almost making the girls drop her to the floor. She was screaming behind her gag, curses probably, but Laura knew she was never going to know, nor did she care. Now, she just wanted to get Vicky in those stocks and start tickling her as soon as possible. She was getting impatient, especially in the car. She planned all of it, but Gwen and Jody got all the fun so far. Truth be told, there were times Laura wanted to tell Gwen to change places, just to have some fun with those beautiful, pampered feet, but she held herself. She was the driver and she didn't want to make Claire wait. Besides, Gwen was really good at what she did... she had a sadistic streak to herself, it seemed. For a moment, Laura imagined herself in those stocks, solely at Gwen's mercy. She shook at the very thought of it.
The girls slowly brought Vicky to the stocks, dropping her off right next to them. They wanted to undress her first, to remove all protection from their tickling and make their victim as vulnerable as possible.
«Let's take these off», Claire said, taking Vicky's tight, black skirt off. Vicky tried to struggle and protest, but there wasn't much she could do, and soon her elegant black, clearly expensive laced panties could be seen, Vicky blushing a little from embarrasment.
«These too, hun», Jody said, slowly unbuttoning Vicky's black shirt. She took her time, unbuttoning each button slowly, letting her victim savour the fact that she was indeed helpless and in their mercy, and that she was going to recieve none. Vicky was visibly on the verge of crying, scared like hell at the very thought of what was to come: merciless tickle torture at double the intensity than before, as there were twice as many ticklers. Worse of all, she was going to be completely vulnerable now, she knew.
And she was right, as soon Vicky found herself only in her black, laced underwear: bra and panties... and yes, high heels. She thanked the heavens for those, as she knew they protected her most vulnerable spot: her soles. However, how long will they remain on was another thing, she knew. It was clear as day that her feet were her worst spot, and there was no way these girls were going to leave them alone. The rest of her beautiful, well-shaped body was left unprotected, thought, and she knew she was in hell one way or another.
«All right», Laura told her accomplices, «let's put her in stocks now so we can start the torture.»
The rest of the girls complied and, before she knew, Vicky found herself locked up in those sturdy, dark stocks, her almost-naked body stretched out on the filthy floor and her beautiful feet in expensive, stylish high heels hanging helplessly from the sturdy wooden frame. Finally, Laura thought, as she observed her helpless captive struggling to free herself of her bonds... unsuccessfuly, of course, and knowing well what was to follow.
«You still think you aren't ticklish?», Laura taunted her victim. Vicky nodded confidently.
«We shall see», the dark girl said, she and Gwen positioning themselves at Vicky's feet, taking the handcuffs off her ankles, while Jody and Claire positioned themselves at Vicky's upperbody: Jody sitting on Vicky's hips so she would have full access to her ticklish waist and armpits, while the Smiling Assistant positioned herself next to Vicky's head, taking out two small, white feathers and aiming for her bare, exposed neck. Seeing the feathers made Vicky's eyes open so wide they seemed like they would jump out. She tried struggling, taking the girls off her, breaking out of her bonds, but none of that worked. She was bound to take whatever the girls decided to dish out.
«Let's start, girls», Laura said, opening the tickling-season by unlacing the strap which held Vicky's expensive shoe, making it dangle on her beautiful toes and revealing her soft, bare, defenseless sole. Laura slid her left hand into the space between the sole of the shoe and the sole of the bare foot, starting to wriggle her fingers, making Vicky's feet twitch and dance as hard as they could, but to little effect: if she tried to curl her toes, Vicky's heels would only dig the five tickling fingers deeper into her pampered, insanely-ticklish soles, while if she stretched her toes out, her soles would be more sensitive to tickle-attacks. Thus, Vicky's shoe danced to the beat of her toes, switching between curling and stretching of the toes which changed places really quickly, since her toes were dancing in a high frequency. With the other hand, Laura tickled the face of Vicky's foot, making it even harder for her rival to control the movement of her toes and increasing her ticklish suffering.
The other foot, one given to Gwen, was going through completely different, yet no less dreadful torture: Gwen was tickling the bare parts of her foot, ones not covered with the expensive shoes, with two long, red feathers, slowly caressing the smooth surface that was Vicky's skin with their soft, feathery touch, sometimes crawling under the expensive footwear, touching those vulnerable, pampered soles, tickling them like crazy.
«For something that costs 3000$, these sure don't offer enough protection from this», Gwen, the cruel mistress teased her helpless victim, who was squirming like mad, screaming from behind her gag as loud as she could due to the tortures of her feet and upperbody, where Jody and Claire did their stuff. Jody had dug her nimble fingers into Vicky's sides, tickling them, running her hands up and down, from her sides all the way to her armpits and then back again, in a never-ending loop, making her victim trash in her bonds as hard as she could, unable to escape the skillful torment of dedicated upperbody tickler Jody. Also, Vicky was trying to escape the twin feathers of Claire, who was skillfuly applying them to her neck, tickling Vicky in ways she didn't think possible, exploring every ticklish square centimeter of space they could get to... which was practically the whole neck, as Vicky's wild trashing of head did naught to protect her.
«I think she wants to say something», Claire said, tickling her ticklish captive's neck all the while. Vicky seemed like she was ready to burst out of her skin, so loud were her screams, so hard her trashing.
«AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!», Vicky screamed as Claire removed Gwen's socks from her mouth, returning her the function of speech, more or less, as she was laughing so hard it was really hard for her to talk. «IIIIHIHIHIHIHIIIII HATE YOHOHOHOHOHOUUUU BIIIHIHIHIHITCHEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSS!!!»
Still, Vicky was as defiant and as proud as they came, so the girls carried the tickling on, Vicky trashing and laughing as hard as her body would let her, all the while shouting curses through her frenzied laughter.
Meanwhile, Laura was having a time of her life. She always liked Vicky's feet, and she always wanted to humiliate her somehow, but never had she imagined it would be so much fun to finally get to tickle her.
«We gotta tape this!», she said, reaching for the camera that was hanging from her waist all the time, hooking it up on the wall by hanging it's belt by the small nail that stood out of the wall, and pointing the camera Vicky's way, making sure nothing gets left out of frame.
«FUUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU WIIHIHIHIDYAAAHAHAHAHA!!!», Vicky shouted out, but Laura just smiled evily, returning to her former position at Vicky's foot. She took some time to study the trashing, beautiful foot, which gave out exactly how ticklish it's owner was... and what torture all of this was for her. That student girl really deserved her reward, she thought as she continued to tickle Vicky some more, same as before, returning Vicky to hysterics... Laura's method seemed to work the best on the captive, as she seemed to take most note of it, doubling the hysteria when Laura tickled her.
«Let's take these off now», Laura said after a while, taking Vicky's shoe in her hand, taking it off slowly. «I want to torture your piggies!»
However, just before the shoe came off, Laura felt someone holding her arm, staying her. She looked to her left and saw Gwen, who was working on the other foot. She was shaking her head in negation.
«Not yet. Let's clean her feet first. I want to tickle them when they are clean.»
Laura grinned.
«Yeah. You're right. Let's go and clean them now.» Then, Laura turned to Vicky: «You really shouldn't drive barefoot. It's illegal, you know?»
«IIIHIHIHIHIHIIII DID NOHOHOHOT!!!», Vicky lied, still proud and unbreakable as a mountain.
Gwen stood up.
«There is a gas-station nearby», the brown-haired girl said. «I'll go get some soap and water from there. Take my foot, Laura, and keep it warmed-up until I get back... but don't take her shoes off.»
«Understood», Laura said, winking to Gwen, who took off quickly, trying to get back as quickly as she could. Besides Laura, Gwen was the one most eager in this. However, you couldn't say that Claire and Jody weren't a great help. Their techniques worked wonders on Vicky, too, and, judging by the look in Jody's eyes, she was ready to unleash an especially mean technique. And, Laura was right, as Jody stopped tickling Vicky as soon as Gwen left the room, standing up. Laura and Claire decided to stop too, so their ticklee might get some rest... they didn't want her to faint so soon.
«Claire, take my shoes off», Jody told her colleague, offering her one of her white sneakers while she herself sat down. Claire looked a bit surprised by the request, but she complied, taking her friend's leg by the ankle, placing it in her lap, and slowly untying the white sneaker, removing it to reveal a beautiful, silky-looking, perfectly kept-up small foot with short cute toes and a big toe only a tiny bit shorter than the one next to it, and high arch. There was no nail polish on those beautiful toenails of hers, but it was clear that she did have frequent pedicures, as her feet were in perfect condition. Then, when that foot was freed of the sneaker that concealed it, same process was repeated for the other one and, soon, both of Jody's beautiful feet were revealed, bare and desirable, toes wriggling with excitement.
«What the fuck are you doing, bitches?», Vicky shouted from her bonds. «You're gonna lick each other's feet now?» Vicky laughed in despise.
«Now you will learn what it means to be tickled by Jody», the girl replied, sitting on Vicky's breasts so she faced the stocks, digging her beautiful feet into Vicky's smooth, shaved armpits, her fingers into Vicky's sides and her nose into her captive's bellybutton. One more thing that Laura just noticed was that Jody had let a few locks of her hair free, falling down to Vicky's sides, tickling her additionaly. Also, the girl placed her pigtails so they would fall exactly to the ticklee's sides, tickling her whenever she would move. Genious, Laura thought: while everyone was so focused on her feet, no one noticed Jody rearranging her hair, making it into a supreme tickle weapon: Vicky was about to start tickling herself, while Jody tickles her four-ways: with her hands, her toes, her nose and her hair. She felt pity for her rival, for she knew that she was in for a tickling of her life... if Laura was in her situation, she knew she would already confess everything required and do anything, just to make the tickling stop.
And then, Jody started tickling Vicky four-ways, making the girl trash in her bonds, laughing hysterically. Laura enjoyed the sight, deciding it would be best for her to return to her previous position. Claire did that too, figuring her friend could use an extra feather, returning to feathering their captive's neck.
On the other side of the stocks, Laura continued her practice with both feet: she unlaced the strap on the other shoe as well, sliding her hand between the bottoms of the shoes and the pampered soles of Vicky's feet, tickling her again, sending her into orbit.
«For someone not ticklish, you sure do laugh and squirm a lot», she teased her helpless tickle-victim. «And, are you sure you didn't drive barefoot?»
«AAAAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAAA!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAAAA!!!» Vicky tried to reply to Laura's teases and taunts, but she couldn't... Laura's and Jody's cruel techniques, coupled with help from Claire and her two feathers which were teasingly tickling her neck made the beautiful assistant lecturer unable to speak from laughter
«What's the matter? Cat eat your tongue?», Claire teased, helping Laura taunt their squirming, howling captive, tickling on and on, further increasing her despair.
* * *
«I'm back», Gwen said cheerfuly, returning with a bucket full of water, two sponges and brushes, and two soaps. It didn't take her long to come back... twenty minutes at most. Laura looked at her, visibly statisfied
«Ah, Gwen, so good you're back», she said, smiling. «Come, let's clean this little piggy, who likes to drive barefoot.»
«IIHIHIHIHIHI.... DOOHOHOHOHOOON'T DRIIIIIVE BAHAHAHAHAREEEHEHEHEFOOT!!!!», Vicky protested. It was visible that her strength was leaving her, as her trashing subsided a bit, and her laughter wasn't as loud and hard as before.
«You are still lying?!», Gwen said angrily. «Come, Laura, let's clean her soles. I want to tickle them without mercy!»
The two girls positioned themselves at Vicky's feet again, prepairing their nails for more tickling of tender but a little bit dirty soles. Looking at each other, they grinned evily, digging their nails into the bare sides of Vicky's feet, making Vicky enter a new dimension, laughing her lungs out. So hard was her trashing and wriggling of the toes that her heels fell off her feet, thrown away by the force with which her toes wriggled. And that is when Laura and Gwen grinned statisfiedly, as they got her to do what they wanted her to do: take her shoes off herself.
And so, Vicky's pampered, pedicured toes were revealed again, and were then quickly tied to the stocks, leaving Vicky's bare soles completely stretched out and vulnerable, without any means of escaping the tickle-torture they were about to recieve.
«This is going to tickle her a lot, you know?», Gwen told Laura.
«I know», Laura replied, winking, stretching her beautiful, thin lips into a broad, mischevious smile. «So, what are we waiting for?»
«DAAAHAHAHAHAMN YOOHOHOHOUUU!!!», Vicky shouted as she felt the two wet sponges on her feet, scrubbing them and cleaning them, tickling without mercy.
«Oh, that wasn't nice», Claire teased their ticklish prisoner. «They clean your dirty, dirty feet and you curse them. Not nice at all. You have to apologize.»
«NEVEHEHEHEHEHEHERRRR!!!», Vicky replied, hysterical with laughter, almost throwing Jody off. The girl tickling her whole upperbody just increased the intensity of the tickling as a punishment, digging her cute toes even deeper into Vicky's armpits.
And so Laura and Gwen tickle-cleaned Vicky's dirty feet, first using sponges, then brushes, then sponges again, leaving them in pristinely-clean state, but leaving their owner exhausted.
«Here... pristinely clean again», Laura said, turning to the two girls at the other side of the stocks. «Let's give her a break now, shall we?»
«Sure», Claire said, standing up. Soon, Jody did the same.
«We're not done with you yet», she told the exausted Vicky, who was breathing heavily on the floor, unable to free herself... nor take this for much longer, as it seemed.
«Fuck you... fuck all of you!», she cursed, her lungs rising and falling rapidly and strongly, herself visibly exhausted. No one had paid her any heed.
«Gwen, can I talk to you for a moment?», Laura asked the elegant, brown-haired girl.
«Sure», Gwen replied, walking into the next room with her accomplice.
«Hey! What about us?», Jody asked, taking her shoe on.
«Tickle her in the meantime», Laura said, waving her hand. The two girls looked at each other and, taking their positions (Jody at armpits and Claire at the feet), dug their hands into Vicky's ticklish flesh. Soon, wild female laughter filled the place again.
«So, what did you want to talk to me about?», Gwen asked.
«Well», Laura said, «nothing serious, really... I just noticed that you and I are the ones with the most enthusiasm here, so I wanted to know why do you want to punish Vicky so much. I know about Jody and Claire... they always argue with her, and they can't stand her, so they just want to bring her down a peg or two, but you never told me your reasons.»
Hearing this, Gwen smiled. «And what's your reason?»
«We're rivals», Laura replied right away. «Everyone knows that. I just couldn't miss an opportunity like this. And you?»
Gwen looked away, into the direction of laughs... Vicky's direction.
«Let's just say... it's a kind of a vengeance for revealing that I like feet while I was holding class.»
«Oh... I see...», Laura said, knowing that she would want vengeance, too, if someone did something like that to her. She looked in the same direction as Gwen did.
«Shall we help them?»
«No... they seem to be having a good time... we'll switch places with them later», Gwen replied.
* * *
«Come on, girls, a change of shifts», Laura said as she and Gwen entered the room, after going out to get some food and drinks, chatting by the way, getting to know each other. They found out that they had a lot of things in common... both liked jazz and 80's pop, both's favorite color was blue, and both of them liked action movies. There were many more things, like food and clothing, that they agreed in, too, as well as some views in life and relationships. They really enjoyed talking one to another, and they became as friendly as they could get in one hour of time.
«Already?», Claire looked disappointed. «But we were just getting warmed up.»
«C'mon, you'll get to tickle her again if she doesn't apologize», Laura said, turning to the captive, who was struggling for air on the floor, her beautiful body covered in sweat, blushing everywhere. «Isn't that right, my little captive?»
«Damn... you...», Vicky replied, despair and defiance fighting for dominance in her voice.
Laura turned back to the two girls whose shift just ended.
«You girls go out and have yourself a snack and a drink... you must be starving by now.»
«Great idea...», Jody cheered. «Come, Claire, my treat.»
«Cool!», the cute girl replied with much enthusiasm, walking out of the doors. «Thanks.»
Jody left the room too, and now there were only three of them left in the room... Vicky and her two most devious tormentors, Laura and Gwen.
«So, who gets the feet and who gets the upperbody?», Gwen asked, turning to Vicky. «Did you drive barefoot and are you ticklish?»
«Neither...», Vicky responded, still breathing heavily.
Laura smiled deviously. «Why don't we share the feet?»
«Get... away... from... my... feet», Vicky barely managed to say. She was exhausted already, weakened by several hours of intense tickling at the hands of multiple tormentors.
«No can't do, girl», Laura said, positioning herself at Vicky's right, tied-up sole, which looked like it was welcoming her with open toes. However, it was only an illusion due to the toe-bondage, and Laura knew that Vicky wanted to cover her feet more than anything. «Ready, Gwen?»
«Ready», her friend replied as they simultaneously started attacking Vicky's bare, defenseless feet. Vicky went hysteric. The sensation of twenty fingers tickling all over her feet was a torment unlike any other, probably the worst of them all. She felt each and every finger that crawled all over her skin, tickling like crazy, making Vicky enter a whole new dimension of ticklishness. She could feel the difference in techniques, Laura scratching the sole of her foot with one hand, her fingers moving quickly up and down like little machines, exploring her foot at the balls of the feet, then all across the soles, and then at the heels, then repeating the process backwards, the other hand scratching her toes quickly, sometimes stopping to quickly probe between them, that too tickling like crazy. On the other hand (or foot, if you prefer), Gwen was using long, slow strokes, starting at the tip of the toes and then slowly heading down Vicky's pristine, perfectly pedicured feet, wriggling her fingers only slightly to increase the sensation. Not much of an increase was needed, as Vicky was already hysteric from laughter. As soon as one hand would reach the bottom of the heel, the other would position itself at the top, making the feeling of tickling constant, never-ending.
«Tickle tickle», Laura teased. «Finally, I get to play with your feet some more. And you can't do a thing about it.»
«AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! AAAAAA!!! AAAA!!! DAAAHAHAHAHAMN YOOOHOHOHOHOOOU!!!!», Vicky tried to be strong, but she was visibly breaking. Tears started welling up in her eyes, a sign of pride slowly getting crushed. While her feet were forcefully held still, Vicky was trashing so hard that Laura thought she could hurt herself. Ah, never mind that now, she thought, as she knew this was going to be over soon. That was why she wanted to enjoy it as long as she could.
And she was right... not even thirty minutes of foot tickling passed, and Vicky broke.
It happened all of a sudden. Laura has just switched her technique, using two brushes Gwen bought to brush her captive's feet, one for the soles and the other for the toes, when she heard Vicky scream: «AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! PLEEEHEHEHEHEAAAHAHAHAAHASE! I... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... I'M SOOHOHOHOHORRIEEEHEHEHEHE!»
«What did you say?», Laura said. «Did you just say you're ticklish?»
«AAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YEHEHEHEHEHEEES!! I'M TIIHIHIHICKLISHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!»
«Where exactly?», Laura said, adding fuel to fire.
«EEEEHEHEHEHEVERYWHEHEHEHERE!!! AAAHAHAHAHA!!!!»
«Mostly on...?»
«FFFFEEEEEHEHEHEHETTT!!!»
«And on...?»
«KNEEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS!!!! BEEELYYYYBUHUHUHUTOOOHOHON!!! WAAAHAHAHAHAIST!!! AAHAHAHAHAHARMPITS!!! EEEEVEHEHERYWHERE!!!»
«Good», Laura said, her beautiful, dark face smiling, clearly statisfied, but not ceasing to tickle the soft, deliciously-looking sole.
«And you drove barefoot?», Gwen continued, not stopping the tickling.
«YES! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!»
«And you're sorry for having so many pedicures?»
«YES! YES! YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE!! ANYTHEHEHEHENG, JUST STOP!!»
«And you're going to submit to this every day at your place?»
«NOOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE! NOT THAHAHAHAT!»
«You heard her, Laura... apparently, she didn't have enough.»
«AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! PLEAHAHASE!! I'M... SOHOHORYYYY!! I'LL SUBMIT!! I'LL SUBHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!»
Laura smiled. «Well, that's what I like to hear. Now, we will tickle you at your place every day, you will be tickled for as long as we wish, and you will have to take your shoes off yourself and give them to me before we tickle you.»
«OHOHOHOKAHAHAY!! ANYTHEHEHEHENG, JUST, PLEHEHEHEASEHEHE, STOP!»
And so, finally, the two girls stopped, leaving the sweaty, exhausted Vicky alone to cry.
«Sorry... sorry...», she kept repeating constantly, crying all the while.
«Excelent», Laura smiled evily, taking Vicky out of the stocks. «Now, dress these.»
Saying so, she tossed some ragged clothes to Vicky. These clothes looked like a clothes for a beggar, and Vicky knew they were going to humiliate her like that, but she didn't care any more... she would do anything to make the tickling stop.
«You are our tickle-slave now, right?», Gwen teased, taking Vicky's bare foot in her hand.
«Yes», Vicky replied, sniffing and crying. «Please don't tickle me.»
«Please don't tickle me, mistress!», Gwen demanded, digging her fingers into Vicky's ticklish flesh.
«HAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE! MISTREHEHEHESSS!!!», Vicky said, laughing, and Gwen stopped.
«Good», the elegant tormentress stopped, putting some cheap, half-torn sneakers on Vicky's perfectly pedicured feet. «Now, kneel and apologize.»
Obediently, Vicky knelt. «I apologize.»
«For having pedicures all the time!», Gwen demanded.
«For having pedicures all the time. I apologize for that.» Vicky was begging like a good girl, willing to do anything just to avoid further tickling.
«For treating everyone badly!», Gwen demanded again.
«I apologize for treating everyone badly. I'm sorry... I have been a bad, bad girl», Vicky continued.
«Good... now keep kneeling and wait for Jody and Claire», Laura ordered. «They want you to apologize, too. And then, you can go home... looking like this, and on foot.»
«Can I please take the car?», Vicky begged, tears in her eyes. Laura sighed.
«Ah, ok... you can take the car. You've been a good girl now.»
Saying so, the dark girl smiled, going for the camera, shutting it off.
«Let's save this one so we can all watch it together, ok?»
Vicky just nodded silently.
* * *
Several weeks later, in Vicky's apartment, the girls were having another one of their tickle-sessions with Vicky. All five girls gathered together to watch the video of Vicky's first tickle-session with them.
«It's so fun to remniscence about the old times, don't you think so?», Laura said, offering the girls, even Vicky, some popcorn.
«Yeah!», Jody replied excitedly, hugging Vicky. «See it's not so bad after all? You do everything normally, just at the end of the day you come home and get tickled.»
«Yeah...», Vicky replied. She didn't lie... after a while, she even found those tickle-sessions enjoyable, finding a certain charm in having to sumbit to her four tormentresses. In a way, the five of them became best friends, the girls even letting Vicky tickle them from time to time.
And so, the girls watched the tape, having fun, joking, Jody and Claire even starting a tickle-fight between themselves, with Jody coming out as a clear winner after she pinned her friend, tickling her with her nose on the belly and armpits.
And then, when the movie ended, it was time for Vicky's tickle-session.
«Shoes!», Laura demanded, making Vicky take another set of her expensive high heels off, and give them to her.
«And now the feet», Gwen said, taking the ankle Vicky offered at her command. They really trained her well, a thought flashed through Laura's head. Gwen scratched it lightly and it twitched.
«Up with the toes!», Gwen demanded, making her tickle-slave flex her toes as far as she could. «Good. Now keep them that way.»
«No... please... please, my mistress... no...», Vicky tried to beg as Gwen's finger slowly approached her stretched-out foot.
And then, she started to laugh.
This is the story I did as a request to one member, and with her permission, I give you Vicky, the ticklish assistant lecturer (the actual names have been changed according to the wishes of the request-maker).
Finally done, Vicky thought after a hard day at work. She really needed a break now, she thought. Ah, but there is nothing more relaxing than a nice, comfy bath, she thought as she took her high heels off, entering her car and revealing her beautiful, pedicured feet. Her beautiful, perfectly kept-up feet were her pride, their natural beauty enhanced by constant care being put into them. As a result, her soles were smooth as a silk, and not a single flaw could be found on her beautiful, long toes, her high arches, nor her shining toenails. One could easily say that, when it came to upkeep, these feet were as close to perfect as it gets.
Finally sitting comfortably in the car, her expensive high-heeled shoes on the seat next to her's, Vicky decided to stop and fix her make-up before starting the engine up. Perfect, she thought as the red lipstick crossed her full lips in one, skillful move. Then, making the last checks on her make-up and removing a wandering lock of her long, black straight hair from her face, Vicky sat back in driver's chair, looking in the mirror of the car, taking the time to enjoy her own good looks.
- Girl, you are a looker-, Vicky thought for herself, smiling statisfiedly, starting up the engine, which roared as the keys turned in the hole. Enjoying the sound of engine which purred at the gentlest touches of her cute bare feet on the gas pedal, Vicky placed the car in first gear and started to drive, accelerating quickly, hoping to get home as soon as possible.
* * *
A day earlier, somewhere around the campus Vicky worked at, a group of assistant lecturers was gathering in one of the empty rooms one of them got access to. It wasn't a large group... merely four of them, and all of them girls, aged around 26, most of them visibly unsure of the outcome of this meeting. They were all exchanging uncertain looks between them... what if the plan doesn't work? What if they are discovered? Will those same techniques, the very ones they were planning on using on their colleague, then be used on them? Some of them shivered at the very thought of it. The only one who seemed completely sure in the outcome of the whole plan seemed to be the girl in their centre, their leader and the one who organized this meeting. In her fiery, dark eyes, there never appeared even a hint of fear or second thought, her dark-skinned but pretty face a bastion of courage and resolve to see this thing through. Her name was Laura, and she was determined to see this plan through, no matter what.
«Are you sure this is going to work, Laura?», one of the girls asked. «I mean, what if we get caught and then...»
«Then we will accept whatever punishment that's coming to us!», Laura replied fiery, her curly hair shaking from the ferocity with which she hit the table. Her angry, determined look was piercing girl by girl, going from one to another in that dimly lit room, like it was trying to give out some of her resolve to them. «However, we won't get caught if we stick to the plan...» Laura made a pause here, her eyes fixed on the girl who asked the question. «Understand, Cindy?»
«Hey!», one of the girls shouted out. «I thought I was Cindy!»
Laura let out a sad sigh, looking at the girl who just jumped in. «No. You're Mindy. How many times do I have to repeat?» She started pointing from girl to girl, telling them the names they will use during the 'mission', starting at the girl who asked the first question and ending on herself: «Cindy, Mindy, Wendy and Stormspike.»
«Hey! Why doesn't your one rhyme?», the one called Wendy interfered now. Laura took her time to study her: the girl was asian, but quite an unusual one, with dark skin but light-brown straight hair with a few blonde locks scattered all over, and beautiful emerald-green eyes. Her face was thin, proud, with high cheekbones and a small, thin nose, giving her an air of elegance. Also, her thin mouth and lips and long, seductive eyelashes only enhanced the graceful impression the girl gave out. Even the clothes she wore, the tight, white t-shirt which beautifuly outlined her perfectly rounded, medium-sized breasts and thin, tight-looking waist, and her skirt in check pattern that reached to her pretty knees, revealing her dark, smooth legs from knees to ankles, where two white cotton socks took the role of concealers of her feet, along with a pair of formal black, polished shoes, gave Laura the impression of utmost elegance and refinement, while at the same time dancing on the thin line between beauty and cuteness. Laura remembered the girl's name was Gwen, but she couldn't say for sure why the girl came in the first place. But anyways, her help was welcome. After all, they all had their reasons, and none of them really felt like sharing it. And Laura certainly had her reason...
* * *
It was two days ago that Laura was having a counselling session with some students. She was explaining some misunderstandings in the matter, trying to clear them out to those few who came. She wasn't enjoying it, but that was her job.
The counselling session was pretty boring for Laura, and that was why, when it was over, Laura was really unstatisfied when one of the students remained after everyone else had packed. She was so looking forward to heading back home and relaxing a bit, and now she will probably be stuck there for another half an hour or so by having to answer this girl's questions... at least that's how it usually went. Someone would stay behind and bug her for at least 30 minutes with boring questions.
«Um, can we please talk in private?», the girl asked.
«Well, the classroom is empty, isn't it?», Laura replied, smiling broadly, her playful black eyes revealing that she would rather go home, though. The girl smiled back, but only briefly, as she closed the doors behind her, locking them.
«It's about your colleague, miss Vicky», she said, looking Laura directly in the eyes. Hearing that name made Laura interested... very interested. After all, Vicky and Laura were rivals, a fact that was well known and obvious to pretty much everyone on the campus. Laura just couldn't stand Vicky's snotty behavior, while Vicky didn't like Laura's 'lack of style', meaning Laura was relying on her natural beauty, while Vicky prefered expensive clothes and make-up.
«I'm listening», Laura said, not hiding her curiosity and interest. The other girl smiled in response, her brown eyes glinting evily. She sat down on one of the chairs, Laura taking the chair next to hers.
«It's a real juicy piece of information», the student girl said, winking to the curious assistant lecturer, «so I'm going to have to ask for something in return.»
Laura knew this part was coming. She narrowed her eyes, checking the girl out. With her big, innocent eyes, neat, short hair and that innocent face she kept making, this girl looked like an angel in her own right. However, somehow, Laura knew that this was just a mask and that this girl could easily be the embodiment of the devil himself, as underneath that sweet, innocent surface most probably lay a cold, calculated mind.
«I see», Laura said, calculating. «Can I hear the deal?»
«Ah, nothing», the girl said, bringing back that innocent look on her face. «It's just that a test is coming... and I heard that you are the one who will be supervising my group. Would it be ok if you... looked the other way during the test, in case I have to... remind myself of something?»
So that was it. The girl wanted to cheat on the test, and she wanted Laura to help her.
«All right», she said, «but what would be in it for me?»
The girl smiled confidently. She was about to reveal her cards, Laura knew.
«Well... I'm going to tell you miss Velianna's weakness», she started, slowly saying word by word, making sure nobody is listening, then leaning into Laura's face, so close that the dark girl could clearly sense her sweet parfume, it's alluring scent playing with her senses. Then, whispering, slowly pronouncing each word, the girl continued: «She is ticklish. Ticklish like hell, especially on her feet.»
Laura had to say that she was a bit dissapointed at that moment. That girl seemed so smart, and all she could come up with was information that Velli was ticklish. She could have found it out herself if she just tried to tickle her rival.
«I see...», she said, doing her best not to show any emotions on her face at all. She was really disappointed in this. «And how is this information valuable to me?»
«Well... how could I explain this...», the girl said, pretending to be thinking for a moment, but at the very same second she ducked, her hand reaching for her assistant teacher's ankle, pulling it up, and at the same time removing her white, high heeled shoe off her dark foot, revealing her beautiful, smooth bare sole, with beautiful, short toes, pedicured but with no toenail polish. Laura's feet were short and broad, with high arches, smooth and tender all over, and a clear contrast between her white soles and the dark upper side of the feet.
«Hey, what the... eek!», Laura started, but was stopped in the middle of the sentence by the light scratching of her soles... which tickled like hell. Laura's feet, apart from being beautiful, had to be one of the most ticklish in the whole world.
«Imagine that being done to you for a long, long time, teacher», the girl said, intentionally prolonging the 'long' words, an evil smile on her face. «Minutes, hours... even days. It would be a real torture, wouldn't it?»
Saying so, she scratched Laura's bare, defenseless sole again, making her shriek in laughter, and also almost jump off her chair.
«Ok, ok, I get the point», Laura said, trying to stop the girl from tickling her again. She sighed deeply. «Ok. It's a deal. I'll look the other way.» Then, she paused for a few moments. «What did you say your name was?»
The girl smiled again, this time cunningly. Her pretty face could shift so easily, Laura thought. She didn't like this girl... she feared her a bit... but what she feared most was the fact that the girl was still holding her vulnerable, bare foot in her hands.
«Well, now», the girl started, slowly running her long fingernails across Laura's toes, not tickling her, but still making shivers run down her spine from fear, «names won't be necessary, right?»
Laura nodded, gulping. This girl really frightened her. How could someone be looking so innocent, so sweet, yet be rotten to the core like that? The girl really looked like a little angel, frail and fair-skinned, with beautiful, innocent eyes. However, there was no doubt in Laura's mind that this girl certainly wasn't an angel, and she knew if she didn't accept the girl's game, she wouldn't have a good time at all, especially with her foot resting helplessly in female student's lap.
«Excellent», the girl smiled, her innocent smile back on her face. She looked so happy... like those children from commercials or post-cards about the happiest fun-parks in the world. «I'm glad we had a deal... the test is in a week. Don't you forget what we discussed here.»
Saying so, the girl left, leaving shocked Laura behind. Slowly, the beautiful, dark lecturer placed her high heel back on her foot, looking around to make sure the girl was gone. Whew. She didn't even want to think what would that girl do to her foot if she said 'no', as she was sure it would tickle her to insanity.
* * *
The next day, Laura decided to check out Vicky's feet herself. She wanted to know exactly how she could use that new information to her advantage...and she wanted to make sure it's true. That girl sure didn't look like she had a reason to lie, though. She seemed to have an interest herself in seeing Vicky tickled. That was why Laura decided to stick around her victim-to-be, at least until she got the right information.
Luckily, she didn't have to wait for long, as the moment she walked in the lecturer's lounge, she saw Vicky there. And bingo, she was sitting at one of the desks, checking something out, her legs crossed and one shoe dangling on the edge of her toes, revealing almost her whole foot, and, what's most important, revealing one beautiful, tender sole which just begged to be tickled. It was now or never, Laura knew, and decided to take the opportunity. As she was walking by her rival, she 'accidentaly' dropped a pen.
«Oopsa...», she said, going to pick it up, but taking her time to run her fingers across the bare sole she was informed was ticklish. The reaction was wonderful: Vicky quickly kicked her, shouting angrily from above:
«Hey, watch it!»
Laura smiled, picking the pencil up and rising. «Ooh... someone's ticklish?»
«No... not at all», Vicky obviously lied, «it's just that I don't want you ruining my pedicure, you elephant!»
«Yeah... sure... whatever you say...», Laura said returning to her duties, an evil smirk on her face.
* * *
«My name doesn't rhyme because I'm the boss, and so there won't be any confusion», Laura replied to Gwen, who was waiting for an answer.
«I think everyone's names should rhyme», the one called 'Mindy' barged into the conversation. «That would be fair, wouldn't it?»
Laura looked at her, unsure as to what to reply. This one she hanged out more with, so she knew her a bit. The girl's real name was Jody, and she was a friend of Laura's. However, much unlike her usual formal attire, she was wearing a short miniskirt and a light, white top, which were world apart from her usual long, elegant tight black skirts she used to wear. Also, instead of her usual high heels, she wore white sneakers on bare feet, which was really an unusual sight to see, but what surprised Laura the most was her friend's hair. Instead of her usual habit to let her hair down, neatly combed, and let it reach down to her breasts in a long, broad, majestic waterfall, she made two braids out of it, letting them fall down in two little streams, each on it's side of her face. Also, this time she didn't wear any makeup on those full, narrow lips which sometimes earned her teasings for looking like a cute little bunny. Her usual choice was an elegant dark-red, but this time she just used some lip balm, which made her lips shine with a natural, pink glow. Those very same lips were smiling now: Jody knew she had Laura cornered, since Laura just wanted to avoid having some silly nickname that had to rhyme with 'Cindy'.
«Yes... she should be called 'Windy'.» The creative comment came from the one nicknamed 'Cindy'. Before, she was unsure, but now, when the name thing came into play, she seemed to have forgotten all about the dangers of getting caught, something failing or some such danger. That girl surely did seem like a cheerful sort... and she certainly was cheerful. Laura knew about her: Claire the joking-assistant, they called her. Possibly the most popular assistant lecturer in campus, being renowned for her unique teaching methods, where she introduced the matter to the students through jokes and little songs. She also seemed pretty energetic, as she constantly kept jumping around, wether nervous or happy. The girl herself was pretty, in a very cute way. Her skin wasn't totaly pale, nor it was dark... more of a bronze tan. Her hair was completely black and relatively short, and it would probably stop right before her shoulders hadn't she always tied it into a ponytail, with a few locks of hair dancing freely on her forehead. Her green eyes and cute face seemed like they were radiating pure life energy. Her medium-sized mouth were constantly smiling, and her face always expressed a lot of enthusiasm. Her outfit was a normal, common one: long, grey trainer pants and a tight, red t-shirt that outlined her small, but cute breasts. Also, her pants made it visible that her ass was beautiful and perfectly rounded. Alas, those same pants also fully covered her legs, making it impossible to appraise them, nor to see if she wore any socks under her gray sport sneakers.
«I couldn't agree more», Gwen joined in, a smile on her face. Laura sighed, seeing how she didn't have any choice.
«All right... I'll be Windy», she said. «Just don't go around mixing me up, would ya?»
«Don't worry... we won't», Jody said, repeating the order, this time right: «Cindy, Mindy, Wendy and Windy.»
«Yes... that's right», Laura said. «Now, did everyone get their prints of the plan?»
The three girls nodded.
«Any objections?»
No one had any. Laura smiled statisfiedly, silent fire burning in her dark eyes.
«Good. Then, let's get it started.»
* * *
«What the hell?!», Vicky screamed, honking as hard as she could, her hand hitting the steering wheel as hard as she could. That damn car in front of her was still standing, even though the traffic light was green. Vicky was furious. It was on her turning spot, so she couldn't change tracks, and she had to wait for that car to move. However, it didn't move, and she missed the whole green light. That made her so furious that she placed her heels back on her feet, tying the strap on each ankle, going out of the car to have a little chat with the driver. There seemed to be four of them in the car... all of them women, by the looks of it.
«What the hell do you think you...», Vicky started to shout, going for their car, but stopped as three of them left the car. She recognized them: Laura, Jody and Gwen. Why were they here? What in hell were they doing?
«Come», Laura said as Jody and Gwen took Vicky under their arms, dragging her back to her car. Being that they were so close-by and that she didn't lock her doors, it didn't take long, and nobody took notice of this little incident. After all, Vicky didn't even have time to realize what was going on before being tossed into the car, so she didn't even have a chance to scream.
«Hey... what the hell do you think you're doing?!», Vicky shouted as she was pushed into her car, the two girls placing laying her on the back seat, in their laps. Laura, on the other hand, took the driver's place, starting up the engine as it was green again. Both cars started to move, and Vicky started to get scared. What did all of this mean? Where were they taking her? What were they going to do to her? Well, she certainly didn't want to find out, so she tried kicking the girls and setting herself free. She tried launching a horizontal kick into Gwen's face, but it was blocked in it's very beginning by Gwen, who crossed her legs, intertwining them around Vicky's by doing so, preventing the girl from any movement at all. Jody did the same to her arms and, before she could know it, Vicky was pinned down, unable to move.
«What the hell?!», Vicky screamed again. «I want some answers!»
Again no reply from anyone. As soon as she finished yelling, Vicky heard clicking metal sounds coming from the direction of her wrists and ankles. The girls set her arms and legs free, revealing a horrible truth to Vicky: She was handcuffed to each of the doors, at the wrists and ankles, handcuffs pulled through hand-grips and secured well on her smooth, tender skin. Vicky started to be afraid... very afraid. What the hell were those girls doing? They certainly didn't mind kidnapping her... what was next?
Well, despite her fear, Vicky decided she won't show it to her captors. No. She decided to be defiant, to the very last moment, knowing that begging for mercy probably won't do her any good. Her face became proud, stoic as a rock, as she firmly decided not to let those girls have their way with her.
«Speak up!», she demanded in a fiery voice, trying to act dangerous. «What the hell is going on?!»
Again, no reply. All the girls did was watch her silently, no matter how hard or loud she cursed, and no matter the gravity of the curses. Vicky shouted as loud as she could and as hard as she could, but to no avail. Her throat started to hurt already, and she got no reaction.
Or so she thought at first, because once she stopped for a minute, the girls silently started to move their hands towards her. Knowing this couldn't be good, Vicky did her best to set herself free... she tried pulling on her bonds, kicking and wriggling as hard as she could, but it did her no good. She was bound fast and good, and with those hands slowly but surely coming towards her, her dread grew and grew. What were they going to do to her? Torture her? Kill her? And why were they moving so damn slow?! The very tension was torture in it's own right. Those hands moving so slowly, yet so surely, a sign of certain doom approaching, seemed like knives to Vicky. What the hell were they going to do to her?! She knew she didn't want to find out the answer. However, she also knew she was going to find out pretty soon, as they were really close to her skin now, tension rising with each milimeter of distance passed, Vicky going crazy from suspense.
And then, the distance finally closed, and Vicky felt... tickling?!
Yes, as surprising as it was to Vicky, the girl at her torso placed her hands on Vicky's belly and started scratching lightly, provoking Vicky's ticklish nerve extensions, making them send ticklish impulses all over her body, making Vicky try and escape it.
«Ticklish?», the one at her upperbody said, continuing to run her fingers all over Vicky's ticklish tummy. The clothes didn't seem to ease the sensation, Vicky mused. However, she did her best not to wiggle, trying to pretend she's not ticklish.
«No», she lied, and lied desperately, since she was ticklish, very ticklish, and this was one of the worst tortures imaginable for her. However, she knew that admitting her ticklishness will only make her captors tickle her more, so she did her best not to laugh, not to show anything. It was easier for her, because her tummy wasn't her worst spot, anyways. The real dread came when she thought about the option where they would tickle her most sensitive, most ticklish place: her feet. Just thinking about those girls touching her feet, which were her pride and hidden weak spot, sent shivers down Vicky's spine. No. They couldn't do that to her... her feet were too ticklish... or could they... oh, god, please, no!
Then, Vicky stopped in dread as she felt one of those hands, the one belonging to Gwen, starting to play with the strap on her high heel, the only one keeping her shoe on.
No, Vicky thought, please not that. Deep in her mind, she was praying that she has enough strength to convince them she's not ticklish, as she knew that if she failed to do that, she was in for hell.
«Don't even try... I'm not ticklish», she tried to bluff as the first strap was slowly but surely removed, leaving her pretty, expensive shoe dangling on her toes. The girl removed it slowly, revealing Vicky's beautiful, perfectly pedicured toes (as the high heels were closed on the toes), and her beautiful, soft, sensitive soles, who were a little dirty from driving barefoot, but beautiful nontheless.
«You drove barefoot», Gwen noted, ignoring what Vicky said just moments ago. So, it was that obvious, she thought. But, she decided not to confess that she did, knowing that driving barefoot was illegal and it could cause her problems. Thus, she remained defiant, hoping this would discourage her assailants.
She protested: «I did not!»
Gwen paid her no heed. Her facial expression remained same, unchanged. Meanwhile, Jody was still tickling Vicky's belly, making it harder and harder on her not to laugh or twitch.
«You drove barefoot», Gwen repeated, slowly unlatching the second strap, making Vicky go through that same dread again. Both of her feet were bare now, relieved of their only line of defense: her expensive high heels. Bare and defenseless, Vicky's pretty, a bit dirty, feet stood still, acting unconcerned by the other girl's long fingers, which were approaching them dreadfully slowly, not even hinting the agony their owner was going through. Vicky was fearing this more than anything: the very idea of having her feet tickled even lightly sent streaks of impulses coursing through her body, making her soles itch and making Vicky want to giggle a bit. However, she supressed that urge, having her goal in mind: making her kidnappers believe she isn't ticklish. However, she realized it wasn't going to be easy: they were persistent and, if it was to be judged by Jody, very skilled ticklers.
Vicky's eyes rested upon the sight of her bare feet slowly approached by ten sadistically-looking fingers, her face completely calm on the exterior, not even seeming to notice what Jody was doing to her belly, running her ten fingers playfully all across the dancefloor that was Vicky's tummy, masterfully hiding the fact that she was really suffering from both tickling and the fear, the anticipation of what was to come, and come soon, as only few milimeters of free space separated the ticklsih skin of Vicky's soles, and even those few precious bits of space were crossed slowly but surely by those wiggly fingers, the anticipation of what was sure to come killing Vicky.
And then, Gwen's fingers touched Vicky's soles, and Vicky couldn't help but twitch. Upon the first contact, her toes twitched, her feet jumping up in a reflex Vicky tried so hard to stop.
Damn it, Vicky cursed. They just had to see that she was lying now. But, if she tried denying it some more... yes... she definitely will try to do that, even though she didn't know how, being that she was barely holding her reactions back before. Now, she knew it was going to be impossible for a longer period of time, with Jody's skillful fingers crawling like spiders on her belly... and now with Gwen tickling her bare, ticklish soles in addition, Vicky knew it was only a moment of time before she breaks. It tickled like hell, the sensation of ten additional fingers touching her skin, this time exposed, unlike her tummy, and definitely more ticklish than it.
Try as she might, Vicky just couldn't not react to the ten fingers, which were gently crawling all over the soft, tender skin of her ticklish soles. The sensation was just too much, and Vicky was barely holding back laughter. She couldn't stop squirming any more, and it was only a matter of time before she bursts into laughter. At this point it was obvious that she was ticklish, and there was no more point in trying to deny it, but Vicky still didn't want to let go. She was just too proud. Even though her tummy and soles were aflame from the ticklish sensation, driving her crazy, she decided not to allow them the pleasure of seeing her break, no matter how hard they tickle her. That was why she was doing her best not to laugh.
«You said you weren't ticklish», Laura noted from the driver's seat, taunting Vicky and her efforts to remain calm. She didn't reply, as she knew that, if she opened her mouth, she would have burst into laughter. Gwen's and Jody's... especially Gwen's... wriggling fingers were driving Vicky to her wit's end, making her want to escape the torment, or howl from laughter, whatever, just to ease herself a little. However, she could do nothing. No matter how hard she trashed in the laps of the two girls, she couldn't escape the bonds and no matter how much she wanted to laugh, her pride didn't allow it.
Very soon, tears started welling up in Vicky's eyes, her face a tight grimace. Her full, red lips were spread, but the muscles around them were tense, not allowing those cute mouth to open. Vicky looked like she was ready to burst into laughter any time, an impression which was true beyond words. Her strength was quickly leaving her, with her feet and belly overwhelmed by tickling sensation, all of her other senses going numb, her brain focused on only one that mattered now: touch, the tormenting touch, a sense which was fully ablaze at the moment, a forest fire lit and kept alive by the twenty little torches that danced all over her soft, vulnerable skin.
Vicky was in hell, desperately trying to calm herself, not to laugh, but at the same time ready to burst at any moment, feeling her strength, her ability to hold out, decreasing with each stroke of those insanely skillful, yet so soft and tender fingers on her pedicured, well-taken-care-of feet, and her somewhat-protected belly. Each passing second, each stroke of her vulnerable skin made her closer and closer to breaking.
«Your soles adore my fingers, it seems», Gwen teased, removing one hand from Vicky's sole, giving her some breathing space, a few precious moments of ease. At that same time, Jody started to advance her tickle attack upwards, her fingers slowly but surely crawling upwards, tickling all the way, positioning themselves at Vicky's armpits.
«Let's see how will they enjoy these $3000 heels of yours», Gwen said, playing with Vicky's high heel in front of her face, her other hand gripping the captive's toes tightly, pulling them back, not allowing any free movement at all, no escape. Vicky was shocked with fear, as she knew what was to follow: she was to be tickled with her own shoes, the very ones she was so proud of. Suddenly, the sharp high heel she found so pretty when she saw it in the store, so elegant when she placed it on her beautiful feet, started to seem very diabolically-looking, like an infernal torturing-machine.
No, please, no, a thought rushed through Vicky's head, while she still tried to hold back the laughter from constant tickling of her armpits, barely stopping herself from bursting into a frenzied laughter. The ten fingers, five in each armpit, that danced on her skin already tickled like hell, as her armpits were even more ticklish than her belly, and Vicky was already pulling on her bonds as hard as she could, trashing, trying to somehow set herself free, but to no avail. She was bound to take this.
Vicky helplessly watched as her expensive shoe slowly travelled from in front of her face, down her torso, then slowly across her legs to finally position itself in front of her helpless foot. Desperately, Vicky tried to protect it, placing the free foot in front of the held one, but it did her no good: she knew that Gwen could as easily tickle that foot, which was just as ticklish as the other one.
«Seems that this one wants some action first», the brunette tickler teased, slowly running the point of the high heel across Vicky's not too high and not too low arch. Immediately, Vicky's foot twitched, toes wriggling like crazy. A cold, evil smile appeared on Gwen's face as she started to run the heel around her baby toe, tickling it, taking Vicky to the boundary of breaking again. Vicky's baby toe, her whole foot, was twitching like crazy, desperately trying to find a way of escaping the devious, sharp instrument of horrendous torture. Needless to say, the sensation of sharp high heel slowly crawling all over her baby toe, sometimes tickling in between it and the neighbouring one, tickled like crazy, and Vicky was practically on her breaking point.
«Spppkkk.... smmmkk.... shhhkk...» The beautiful, pampered councilor was already so close to breaking that she couldn't conceal all of the sounds. Laughter was breaking out, and she knew that it was only a matter of seconds before she breaks. No more, she begged in her mind, please no more.
And then, Vicky broke, bursting into beautiful laughter.
«Hahahaha.... stop.... hahahahaha... I'm not ticklish... aaahahahaha!», She barely said, her giggling laughter hampering her ability to speak. The laughter was pouring out of her mouth like a wild river that finally crushed it's dam, and was now enjoying it's newfound freedom, rushing through the surrounding countryside. The two ticklers looked happy, finally being able to break her. That was why they exchanged statisfied, evil looks between them, continuing to tickle her with increased enthusiasm and intensity, Jody's fingers tickling faster and harder than before, digging deep into the ticklish skin of Vicky's armpits, Gwen taking both of Vicky's big toes in her hand, running the heel quickly all over both of Vicky's bare, completely defenseless soles, the combination of both making Vicky hysteric, increasing the intensity of her laughter and her trashing, the black-haired captive no longer being able to refrain herself from laughing. She was now completely helpless, trashing in her bonds, pulling at them, laughing beautifully to the sensation that set all of her senses on fire, her former stone-cold face releasing constant wild streams of laughter.
«You still claim you aren't ticklish?», Jody teased her helpless captive. «What a bad, bad liar you are.»
«Hahahahaha... I'm... not... aaahahahahahaaa... tiiihihihicklish... hahahaha!», Vicky replied, still clinging to her 'I'm not ticklish' story, even though she was lauging at even the slightest touch now. She must look so pathetic, she thought to herself, reduced to a little pile of giggles and squirms by Jody's and Gwen's maddening strokes, yet still shouting out claims that she wasn't ticklish.
And then, suddenly, the car stopped, and Laura turned to the two sadistic ticklers, which were certainly enjoying their jobs, saying, with a smile on her pretty face: «We're here, girls.»
The tickling stopped, and Vicky was thanking the heavens in her thoughts. She wasn't sure how much longer would she hold out. She felt her shoes being put back on her feet, which was a nice enough change... at least her beautiful soles weren't so exposed and vulnerable. For how long, though, she didn't know, as they seemed to have more plans with her.
Gwen and Jody unlocked her hancuffs on one hand and ankle, letting her move around freely for a second. Vicky tried to use that opportunity to kick them, but they were prepaired, pinning her down efficiently, and Laura quickly coming to their aid. With handcuffs back on her ankles and wrists, Vicky was back in her helpless state, completely at the trio's mercy.
«What are you going to do to me now, you perverts?», she asked defiantly as she was being led out of the car.
«Wait...», Laura said, before they took her out completely. «We need to gag her somehow. I don't want her screams to attract attention.»
«No worries about that», Gwen said, taking her shoes, and then socks off, revealing a pair of beautiful, tender feet, as elegant and attractive as their owner.
«Oh, no, if you think I'm going to let that into my... mmf... mmmph», Vicky protested, but was quickly silenced as her captors quickly stuffed the socks inside her mouth, taking the opportunity of her blabbing.
The girls waited a few moments for Claire to come and for Gwen to put her shoes back on her feet... such a shame she wasn't wearing a more revealing footwear, Laura thought, as she found Gwen's bronze, elegant feet beautiful and highly attractive. Then, making sure nobody was looking, they quickly carried their helpless captive out of the car, and into one of the buildings, the very one they pulled out in front, lifting Vicky above the ground, one taking her ankles, one taking knees, one her waist and one her hands.
Unable to do anything to free herself, Vicky decided to at least have a look around, to see where they got her to. When she realized where she was, she almost froze: the four girls took her to slums, to the poorest part of town, where prostitutes and criminals resided. The scenery she beheld made her want to puke: shady people in cheap, ragged clothing all around, their faces masks of gray reality they lived in. The usual beauty and style of richer neighborhoods she was used to live in was nowhere to be seen, and Vicky simply couldn't believe that this scenery was from her city. No, the safe, shiny neighborhood she lived in and the gray, broken ghetto couldn't exist in the same world, she thought to herself, tasting the bitter taste of reality and Gwen's socks.
The building they took her in was old and filthy, with clear signs of it's sad state of disrepair: cracks were everywhere, the doors and windows covered in rust and rot, while the building itself smelled of sweat, cheap perfume, alcohol and ciggarettes. The grey, unpainted walls were covered in cracks and graffiti, with some stains here and there. Vicky didn't even want to imagine where they came from. She wasn't sure what was worse... being tortured or being in this building, which made her stomack turn.
* * *
«Well, here we are», Laura said as they entered the apartment... if you could call it that. Actually, it was more of a set of two practically empty, dusty, filthy rooms. The air itself had a foul odor to itself, smelling just a tad bit better than the lobby, while the walls and the floor were in even poorer condition: the wooden floor was so rotten that it squeaked with each step they made, and the walls were so covered-up in graffiti that there was no way of saying what it's original color was. There was one rusty window which let in some light, but Laura was afraid to open it and let some air in, as the building next door was a glue-factory. She wasn't sure how bad it would smell, but it would probably just make things worse, so she decided that it would be the best for it to stay closed.
«Mmmmh! Mmh!», Vicky was trying to shout from behind her gag, but she couldn't make any articulate noises. Never mind anything now, Laura thought, let's get her safely locked-up.
The four girls carried Vicky over to the next room, where she gazed in both amazement and fear at the only piece of furniture in the whole apartment: a sturdy set of wooden stocks, made from high-quality oak, tempered by multiple wood-treating paints and conditioners, it's smooth, dark-brown surface shining even though the sun barely scarced it. Laura smiled... she and Gwen picked those stocks, falling in love with them at first sight. The stocks had it all... the style, the durability, the padded holes so they would provide comfort and all the required accessories, such as holes for the toe-ties.
Seeing the stocks, Vicky started struggling as hard as she could, almost making the girls drop her to the floor. She was screaming behind her gag, curses probably, but Laura knew she was never going to know, nor did she care. Now, she just wanted to get Vicky in those stocks and start tickling her as soon as possible. She was getting impatient, especially in the car. She planned all of it, but Gwen and Jody got all the fun so far. Truth be told, there were times Laura wanted to tell Gwen to change places, just to have some fun with those beautiful, pampered feet, but she held herself. She was the driver and she didn't want to make Claire wait. Besides, Gwen was really good at what she did... she had a sadistic streak to herself, it seemed. For a moment, Laura imagined herself in those stocks, solely at Gwen's mercy. She shook at the very thought of it.
The girls slowly brought Vicky to the stocks, dropping her off right next to them. They wanted to undress her first, to remove all protection from their tickling and make their victim as vulnerable as possible.
«Let's take these off», Claire said, taking Vicky's tight, black skirt off. Vicky tried to struggle and protest, but there wasn't much she could do, and soon her elegant black, clearly expensive laced panties could be seen, Vicky blushing a little from embarrasment.
«These too, hun», Jody said, slowly unbuttoning Vicky's black shirt. She took her time, unbuttoning each button slowly, letting her victim savour the fact that she was indeed helpless and in their mercy, and that she was going to recieve none. Vicky was visibly on the verge of crying, scared like hell at the very thought of what was to come: merciless tickle torture at double the intensity than before, as there were twice as many ticklers. Worse of all, she was going to be completely vulnerable now, she knew.
And she was right, as soon Vicky found herself only in her black, laced underwear: bra and panties... and yes, high heels. She thanked the heavens for those, as she knew they protected her most vulnerable spot: her soles. However, how long will they remain on was another thing, she knew. It was clear as day that her feet were her worst spot, and there was no way these girls were going to leave them alone. The rest of her beautiful, well-shaped body was left unprotected, thought, and she knew she was in hell one way or another.
«All right», Laura told her accomplices, «let's put her in stocks now so we can start the torture.»
The rest of the girls complied and, before she knew, Vicky found herself locked up in those sturdy, dark stocks, her almost-naked body stretched out on the filthy floor and her beautiful feet in expensive, stylish high heels hanging helplessly from the sturdy wooden frame. Finally, Laura thought, as she observed her helpless captive struggling to free herself of her bonds... unsuccessfuly, of course, and knowing well what was to follow.
«You still think you aren't ticklish?», Laura taunted her victim. Vicky nodded confidently.
«We shall see», the dark girl said, she and Gwen positioning themselves at Vicky's feet, taking the handcuffs off her ankles, while Jody and Claire positioned themselves at Vicky's upperbody: Jody sitting on Vicky's hips so she would have full access to her ticklish waist and armpits, while the Smiling Assistant positioned herself next to Vicky's head, taking out two small, white feathers and aiming for her bare, exposed neck. Seeing the feathers made Vicky's eyes open so wide they seemed like they would jump out. She tried struggling, taking the girls off her, breaking out of her bonds, but none of that worked. She was bound to take whatever the girls decided to dish out.
«Let's start, girls», Laura said, opening the tickling-season by unlacing the strap which held Vicky's expensive shoe, making it dangle on her beautiful toes and revealing her soft, bare, defenseless sole. Laura slid her left hand into the space between the sole of the shoe and the sole of the bare foot, starting to wriggle her fingers, making Vicky's feet twitch and dance as hard as they could, but to little effect: if she tried to curl her toes, Vicky's heels would only dig the five tickling fingers deeper into her pampered, insanely-ticklish soles, while if she stretched her toes out, her soles would be more sensitive to tickle-attacks. Thus, Vicky's shoe danced to the beat of her toes, switching between curling and stretching of the toes which changed places really quickly, since her toes were dancing in a high frequency. With the other hand, Laura tickled the face of Vicky's foot, making it even harder for her rival to control the movement of her toes and increasing her ticklish suffering.
The other foot, one given to Gwen, was going through completely different, yet no less dreadful torture: Gwen was tickling the bare parts of her foot, ones not covered with the expensive shoes, with two long, red feathers, slowly caressing the smooth surface that was Vicky's skin with their soft, feathery touch, sometimes crawling under the expensive footwear, touching those vulnerable, pampered soles, tickling them like crazy.
«For something that costs 3000$, these sure don't offer enough protection from this», Gwen, the cruel mistress teased her helpless victim, who was squirming like mad, screaming from behind her gag as loud as she could due to the tortures of her feet and upperbody, where Jody and Claire did their stuff. Jody had dug her nimble fingers into Vicky's sides, tickling them, running her hands up and down, from her sides all the way to her armpits and then back again, in a never-ending loop, making her victim trash in her bonds as hard as she could, unable to escape the skillful torment of dedicated upperbody tickler Jody. Also, Vicky was trying to escape the twin feathers of Claire, who was skillfuly applying them to her neck, tickling Vicky in ways she didn't think possible, exploring every ticklish square centimeter of space they could get to... which was practically the whole neck, as Vicky's wild trashing of head did naught to protect her.
«I think she wants to say something», Claire said, tickling her ticklish captive's neck all the while. Vicky seemed like she was ready to burst out of her skin, so loud were her screams, so hard her trashing.
«AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!», Vicky screamed as Claire removed Gwen's socks from her mouth, returning her the function of speech, more or less, as she was laughing so hard it was really hard for her to talk. «IIIIHIHIHIHIHIIIII HATE YOHOHOHOHOHOUUUU BIIIHIHIHIHITCHEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSS!!!»
Still, Vicky was as defiant and as proud as they came, so the girls carried the tickling on, Vicky trashing and laughing as hard as her body would let her, all the while shouting curses through her frenzied laughter.
Meanwhile, Laura was having a time of her life. She always liked Vicky's feet, and she always wanted to humiliate her somehow, but never had she imagined it would be so much fun to finally get to tickle her.
«We gotta tape this!», she said, reaching for the camera that was hanging from her waist all the time, hooking it up on the wall by hanging it's belt by the small nail that stood out of the wall, and pointing the camera Vicky's way, making sure nothing gets left out of frame.
«FUUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU WIIHIHIHIDYAAAHAHAHAHA!!!», Vicky shouted out, but Laura just smiled evily, returning to her former position at Vicky's foot. She took some time to study the trashing, beautiful foot, which gave out exactly how ticklish it's owner was... and what torture all of this was for her. That student girl really deserved her reward, she thought as she continued to tickle Vicky some more, same as before, returning Vicky to hysterics... Laura's method seemed to work the best on the captive, as she seemed to take most note of it, doubling the hysteria when Laura tickled her.
«Let's take these off now», Laura said after a while, taking Vicky's shoe in her hand, taking it off slowly. «I want to torture your piggies!»
However, just before the shoe came off, Laura felt someone holding her arm, staying her. She looked to her left and saw Gwen, who was working on the other foot. She was shaking her head in negation.
«Not yet. Let's clean her feet first. I want to tickle them when they are clean.»
Laura grinned.
«Yeah. You're right. Let's go and clean them now.» Then, Laura turned to Vicky: «You really shouldn't drive barefoot. It's illegal, you know?»
«IIIHIHIHIHIHIIII DID NOHOHOHOT!!!», Vicky lied, still proud and unbreakable as a mountain.
Gwen stood up.
«There is a gas-station nearby», the brown-haired girl said. «I'll go get some soap and water from there. Take my foot, Laura, and keep it warmed-up until I get back... but don't take her shoes off.»
«Understood», Laura said, winking to Gwen, who took off quickly, trying to get back as quickly as she could. Besides Laura, Gwen was the one most eager in this. However, you couldn't say that Claire and Jody weren't a great help. Their techniques worked wonders on Vicky, too, and, judging by the look in Jody's eyes, she was ready to unleash an especially mean technique. And, Laura was right, as Jody stopped tickling Vicky as soon as Gwen left the room, standing up. Laura and Claire decided to stop too, so their ticklee might get some rest... they didn't want her to faint so soon.
«Claire, take my shoes off», Jody told her colleague, offering her one of her white sneakers while she herself sat down. Claire looked a bit surprised by the request, but she complied, taking her friend's leg by the ankle, placing it in her lap, and slowly untying the white sneaker, removing it to reveal a beautiful, silky-looking, perfectly kept-up small foot with short cute toes and a big toe only a tiny bit shorter than the one next to it, and high arch. There was no nail polish on those beautiful toenails of hers, but it was clear that she did have frequent pedicures, as her feet were in perfect condition. Then, when that foot was freed of the sneaker that concealed it, same process was repeated for the other one and, soon, both of Jody's beautiful feet were revealed, bare and desirable, toes wriggling with excitement.
«What the fuck are you doing, bitches?», Vicky shouted from her bonds. «You're gonna lick each other's feet now?» Vicky laughed in despise.
«Now you will learn what it means to be tickled by Jody», the girl replied, sitting on Vicky's breasts so she faced the stocks, digging her beautiful feet into Vicky's smooth, shaved armpits, her fingers into Vicky's sides and her nose into her captive's bellybutton. One more thing that Laura just noticed was that Jody had let a few locks of her hair free, falling down to Vicky's sides, tickling her additionaly. Also, the girl placed her pigtails so they would fall exactly to the ticklee's sides, tickling her whenever she would move. Genious, Laura thought: while everyone was so focused on her feet, no one noticed Jody rearranging her hair, making it into a supreme tickle weapon: Vicky was about to start tickling herself, while Jody tickles her four-ways: with her hands, her toes, her nose and her hair. She felt pity for her rival, for she knew that she was in for a tickling of her life... if Laura was in her situation, she knew she would already confess everything required and do anything, just to make the tickling stop.
And then, Jody started tickling Vicky four-ways, making the girl trash in her bonds, laughing hysterically. Laura enjoyed the sight, deciding it would be best for her to return to her previous position. Claire did that too, figuring her friend could use an extra feather, returning to feathering their captive's neck.
On the other side of the stocks, Laura continued her practice with both feet: she unlaced the strap on the other shoe as well, sliding her hand between the bottoms of the shoes and the pampered soles of Vicky's feet, tickling her again, sending her into orbit.
«For someone not ticklish, you sure do laugh and squirm a lot», she teased her helpless tickle-victim. «And, are you sure you didn't drive barefoot?»
«AAAAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAAA!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAAAA!!!» Vicky tried to reply to Laura's teases and taunts, but she couldn't... Laura's and Jody's cruel techniques, coupled with help from Claire and her two feathers which were teasingly tickling her neck made the beautiful assistant lecturer unable to speak from laughter
«What's the matter? Cat eat your tongue?», Claire teased, helping Laura taunt their squirming, howling captive, tickling on and on, further increasing her despair.
* * *
«I'm back», Gwen said cheerfuly, returning with a bucket full of water, two sponges and brushes, and two soaps. It didn't take her long to come back... twenty minutes at most. Laura looked at her, visibly statisfied
«Ah, Gwen, so good you're back», she said, smiling. «Come, let's clean this little piggy, who likes to drive barefoot.»
«IIHIHIHIHIHI.... DOOHOHOHOHOOON'T DRIIIIIVE BAHAHAHAHAREEEHEHEHEFOOT!!!!», Vicky protested. It was visible that her strength was leaving her, as her trashing subsided a bit, and her laughter wasn't as loud and hard as before.
«You are still lying?!», Gwen said angrily. «Come, Laura, let's clean her soles. I want to tickle them without mercy!»
The two girls positioned themselves at Vicky's feet again, prepairing their nails for more tickling of tender but a little bit dirty soles. Looking at each other, they grinned evily, digging their nails into the bare sides of Vicky's feet, making Vicky enter a new dimension, laughing her lungs out. So hard was her trashing and wriggling of the toes that her heels fell off her feet, thrown away by the force with which her toes wriggled. And that is when Laura and Gwen grinned statisfiedly, as they got her to do what they wanted her to do: take her shoes off herself.
And so, Vicky's pampered, pedicured toes were revealed again, and were then quickly tied to the stocks, leaving Vicky's bare soles completely stretched out and vulnerable, without any means of escaping the tickle-torture they were about to recieve.
«This is going to tickle her a lot, you know?», Gwen told Laura.
«I know», Laura replied, winking, stretching her beautiful, thin lips into a broad, mischevious smile. «So, what are we waiting for?»
«DAAAHAHAHAHAMN YOOHOHOHOUUU!!!», Vicky shouted as she felt the two wet sponges on her feet, scrubbing them and cleaning them, tickling without mercy.
«Oh, that wasn't nice», Claire teased their ticklish prisoner. «They clean your dirty, dirty feet and you curse them. Not nice at all. You have to apologize.»
«NEVEHEHEHEHEHEHERRRR!!!», Vicky replied, hysterical with laughter, almost throwing Jody off. The girl tickling her whole upperbody just increased the intensity of the tickling as a punishment, digging her cute toes even deeper into Vicky's armpits.
And so Laura and Gwen tickle-cleaned Vicky's dirty feet, first using sponges, then brushes, then sponges again, leaving them in pristinely-clean state, but leaving their owner exhausted.
«Here... pristinely clean again», Laura said, turning to the two girls at the other side of the stocks. «Let's give her a break now, shall we?»
«Sure», Claire said, standing up. Soon, Jody did the same.
«We're not done with you yet», she told the exausted Vicky, who was breathing heavily on the floor, unable to free herself... nor take this for much longer, as it seemed.
«Fuck you... fuck all of you!», she cursed, her lungs rising and falling rapidly and strongly, herself visibly exhausted. No one had paid her any heed.
«Gwen, can I talk to you for a moment?», Laura asked the elegant, brown-haired girl.
«Sure», Gwen replied, walking into the next room with her accomplice.
«Hey! What about us?», Jody asked, taking her shoe on.
«Tickle her in the meantime», Laura said, waving her hand. The two girls looked at each other and, taking their positions (Jody at armpits and Claire at the feet), dug their hands into Vicky's ticklish flesh. Soon, wild female laughter filled the place again.
«So, what did you want to talk to me about?», Gwen asked.
«Well», Laura said, «nothing serious, really... I just noticed that you and I are the ones with the most enthusiasm here, so I wanted to know why do you want to punish Vicky so much. I know about Jody and Claire... they always argue with her, and they can't stand her, so they just want to bring her down a peg or two, but you never told me your reasons.»
Hearing this, Gwen smiled. «And what's your reason?»
«We're rivals», Laura replied right away. «Everyone knows that. I just couldn't miss an opportunity like this. And you?»
Gwen looked away, into the direction of laughs... Vicky's direction.
«Let's just say... it's a kind of a vengeance for revealing that I like feet while I was holding class.»
«Oh... I see...», Laura said, knowing that she would want vengeance, too, if someone did something like that to her. She looked in the same direction as Gwen did.
«Shall we help them?»
«No... they seem to be having a good time... we'll switch places with them later», Gwen replied.
* * *
«Come on, girls, a change of shifts», Laura said as she and Gwen entered the room, after going out to get some food and drinks, chatting by the way, getting to know each other. They found out that they had a lot of things in common... both liked jazz and 80's pop, both's favorite color was blue, and both of them liked action movies. There were many more things, like food and clothing, that they agreed in, too, as well as some views in life and relationships. They really enjoyed talking one to another, and they became as friendly as they could get in one hour of time.
«Already?», Claire looked disappointed. «But we were just getting warmed up.»
«C'mon, you'll get to tickle her again if she doesn't apologize», Laura said, turning to the captive, who was struggling for air on the floor, her beautiful body covered in sweat, blushing everywhere. «Isn't that right, my little captive?»
«Damn... you...», Vicky replied, despair and defiance fighting for dominance in her voice.
Laura turned back to the two girls whose shift just ended.
«You girls go out and have yourself a snack and a drink... you must be starving by now.»
«Great idea...», Jody cheered. «Come, Claire, my treat.»
«Cool!», the cute girl replied with much enthusiasm, walking out of the doors. «Thanks.»
Jody left the room too, and now there were only three of them left in the room... Vicky and her two most devious tormentors, Laura and Gwen.
«So, who gets the feet and who gets the upperbody?», Gwen asked, turning to Vicky. «Did you drive barefoot and are you ticklish?»
«Neither...», Vicky responded, still breathing heavily.
Laura smiled deviously. «Why don't we share the feet?»
«Get... away... from... my... feet», Vicky barely managed to say. She was exhausted already, weakened by several hours of intense tickling at the hands of multiple tormentors.
«No can't do, girl», Laura said, positioning herself at Vicky's right, tied-up sole, which looked like it was welcoming her with open toes. However, it was only an illusion due to the toe-bondage, and Laura knew that Vicky wanted to cover her feet more than anything. «Ready, Gwen?»
«Ready», her friend replied as they simultaneously started attacking Vicky's bare, defenseless feet. Vicky went hysteric. The sensation of twenty fingers tickling all over her feet was a torment unlike any other, probably the worst of them all. She felt each and every finger that crawled all over her skin, tickling like crazy, making Vicky enter a whole new dimension of ticklishness. She could feel the difference in techniques, Laura scratching the sole of her foot with one hand, her fingers moving quickly up and down like little machines, exploring her foot at the balls of the feet, then all across the soles, and then at the heels, then repeating the process backwards, the other hand scratching her toes quickly, sometimes stopping to quickly probe between them, that too tickling like crazy. On the other hand (or foot, if you prefer), Gwen was using long, slow strokes, starting at the tip of the toes and then slowly heading down Vicky's pristine, perfectly pedicured feet, wriggling her fingers only slightly to increase the sensation. Not much of an increase was needed, as Vicky was already hysteric from laughter. As soon as one hand would reach the bottom of the heel, the other would position itself at the top, making the feeling of tickling constant, never-ending.
«Tickle tickle», Laura teased. «Finally, I get to play with your feet some more. And you can't do a thing about it.»
«AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! AAAAAA!!! AAAA!!! DAAAHAHAHAHAMN YOOOHOHOHOHOOOU!!!!», Vicky tried to be strong, but she was visibly breaking. Tears started welling up in her eyes, a sign of pride slowly getting crushed. While her feet were forcefully held still, Vicky was trashing so hard that Laura thought she could hurt herself. Ah, never mind that now, she thought, as she knew this was going to be over soon. That was why she wanted to enjoy it as long as she could.
And she was right... not even thirty minutes of foot tickling passed, and Vicky broke.
It happened all of a sudden. Laura has just switched her technique, using two brushes Gwen bought to brush her captive's feet, one for the soles and the other for the toes, when she heard Vicky scream: «AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! PLEEEHEHEHEHEAAAHAHAHAAHASE! I... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... I'M SOOHOHOHOHORRIEEEHEHEHEHE!»
«What did you say?», Laura said. «Did you just say you're ticklish?»
«AAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YEHEHEHEHEHEEES!! I'M TIIHIHIHICKLISHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!»
«Where exactly?», Laura said, adding fuel to fire.
«EEEEHEHEHEHEVERYWHEHEHEHERE!!! AAAHAHAHAHA!!!!»
«Mostly on...?»
«FFFFEEEEEHEHEHEHETTT!!!»
«And on...?»
«KNEEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS!!!! BEEELYYYYBUHUHUHUTOOOHOHON!!! WAAAHAHAHAHAIST!!! AAHAHAHAHAHARMPITS!!! EEEEVEHEHERYWHERE!!!»
«Good», Laura said, her beautiful, dark face smiling, clearly statisfied, but not ceasing to tickle the soft, deliciously-looking sole.
«And you drove barefoot?», Gwen continued, not stopping the tickling.
«YES! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!»
«And you're sorry for having so many pedicures?»
«YES! YES! YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE!! ANYTHEHEHEHENG, JUST STOP!!»
«And you're going to submit to this every day at your place?»
«NOOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE! NOT THAHAHAHAT!»
«You heard her, Laura... apparently, she didn't have enough.»
«AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! PLEAHAHASE!! I'M... SOHOHORYYYY!! I'LL SUBMIT!! I'LL SUBHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!»
Laura smiled. «Well, that's what I like to hear. Now, we will tickle you at your place every day, you will be tickled for as long as we wish, and you will have to take your shoes off yourself and give them to me before we tickle you.»
«OHOHOHOKAHAHAY!! ANYTHEHEHEHENG, JUST, PLEHEHEHEASEHEHE, STOP!»
And so, finally, the two girls stopped, leaving the sweaty, exhausted Vicky alone to cry.
«Sorry... sorry...», she kept repeating constantly, crying all the while.
«Excelent», Laura smiled evily, taking Vicky out of the stocks. «Now, dress these.»
Saying so, she tossed some ragged clothes to Vicky. These clothes looked like a clothes for a beggar, and Vicky knew they were going to humiliate her like that, but she didn't care any more... she would do anything to make the tickling stop.
«You are our tickle-slave now, right?», Gwen teased, taking Vicky's bare foot in her hand.
«Yes», Vicky replied, sniffing and crying. «Please don't tickle me.»
«Please don't tickle me, mistress!», Gwen demanded, digging her fingers into Vicky's ticklish flesh.
«HAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE! MISTREHEHEHESSS!!!», Vicky said, laughing, and Gwen stopped.
«Good», the elegant tormentress stopped, putting some cheap, half-torn sneakers on Vicky's perfectly pedicured feet. «Now, kneel and apologize.»
Obediently, Vicky knelt. «I apologize.»
«For having pedicures all the time!», Gwen demanded.
«For having pedicures all the time. I apologize for that.» Vicky was begging like a good girl, willing to do anything just to avoid further tickling.
«For treating everyone badly!», Gwen demanded again.
«I apologize for treating everyone badly. I'm sorry... I have been a bad, bad girl», Vicky continued.
«Good... now keep kneeling and wait for Jody and Claire», Laura ordered. «They want you to apologize, too. And then, you can go home... looking like this, and on foot.»
«Can I please take the car?», Vicky begged, tears in her eyes. Laura sighed.
«Ah, ok... you can take the car. You've been a good girl now.»
Saying so, the dark girl smiled, going for the camera, shutting it off.
«Let's save this one so we can all watch it together, ok?»
Vicky just nodded silently.
* * *
Several weeks later, in Vicky's apartment, the girls were having another one of their tickle-sessions with Vicky. All five girls gathered together to watch the video of Vicky's first tickle-session with them.
«It's so fun to remniscence about the old times, don't you think so?», Laura said, offering the girls, even Vicky, some popcorn.
«Yeah!», Jody replied excitedly, hugging Vicky. «See it's not so bad after all? You do everything normally, just at the end of the day you come home and get tickled.»
«Yeah...», Vicky replied. She didn't lie... after a while, she even found those tickle-sessions enjoyable, finding a certain charm in having to sumbit to her four tormentresses. In a way, the five of them became best friends, the girls even letting Vicky tickle them from time to time.
And so, the girls watched the tape, having fun, joking, Jody and Claire even starting a tickle-fight between themselves, with Jody coming out as a clear winner after she pinned her friend, tickling her with her nose on the belly and armpits.
And then, when the movie ended, it was time for Vicky's tickle-session.
«Shoes!», Laura demanded, making Vicky take another set of her expensive high heels off, and give them to her.
«And now the feet», Gwen said, taking the ankle Vicky offered at her command. They really trained her well, a thought flashed through Laura's head. Gwen scratched it lightly and it twitched.
«Up with the toes!», Gwen demanded, making her tickle-slave flex her toes as far as she could. «Good. Now keep them that way.»
«No... please... please, my mistress... no...», Vicky tried to beg as Gwen's finger slowly approached her stretched-out foot.
And then, she started to laugh.
