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This is an excerpt from my last story that began as an overly long flashback from my last story that got out of hand both in terms of length and it being sexual* /f. I have added to it a bit whilst spellchecking it and here it is;
Tiffany had tried to block out every memory of that terrible night in Paris. Initially there were eight or nine models who grabbed her and tied her in a tight spread eagle to her decadent four-poster bed as she screamed at them. But throughout the night more would come and haver a turn at tickle-torturing the bitchy model who came to epitomise everything each of them hated about ‘the industry’, or just have some fun at a blindfolded victim’s expense. One model, a dominant Goth chick from a BDSM shoot she had called a weirdo-freak took great delight in gagging and blindfolding her as she shook the bed in a rage. The other models began slowly exploring her ticklish body with the fingertips squeezing her sides, stroking her underarms and running their fingertips up and down her long smooth arches. Tiffany was already berserk shouting incomprehensible threats between muffled laughter
“It is better if you use your nails….” The goth model explained to her companions at Tiffany’s soles as she seized her victim’s toes bending the arch back taut to being all the nerves to the surface.
The other models followed suit stretching her other foot out in the same way and started using their sharp, well-maintained nails to deadly effect. The impact was apparent and this technique became an immediate favourite amongst the myriad of models.
The torture session lasted all night long with scarcely any breaks for the poor model. The models referred to it as an ‘attitude adjustment’ but it had no effect other than to make Tiffany more contrived. One of the burlesque dancers Tiffany had called a ‘stripper slut’ provided the girls with feathers whilst the Goth model had an array of bondage and tickling equipment instructing her fellow torturers in the best techniques as she inflicted toe-ties, Wartenburg wheels and electric flossers on Tiffany’s hyper-ticklish soles. The revelation that hairbrushes, electric toothbrushes and a wide array of beauty tools could be used to tickle gave gleeful sadistic joy to the many models who used their victim’s own treasured beauty aids to torment the ticklish feet of their victim.
The models took it in shifts, torturing their victim to the extreme limits of her endurance whilst keeping her cruelly short of the sweet release of unconsciousness. Each being dismissed by the Goth ringleader as they showed signs of slacking off or tiring in their cruel pursuit. As the torture went on only the most sadistic remained, once she was certain any merciful models had left the Goth chick took the torture up a notch stripping Tiffany naked and commanding her accomplices to stop. She slowly explained that if their victim could resist a feather without climaxing she would be free to go, however should the ticklish sensations lead to an orgasm it was clear she enjoyed this torture and would have to endure another hour.
Tiffany screamed into her ball-gag as she felt the first feathery touches on her undercarriage, she had hoped for an end to the ordeal but now it was clear the Goth ringleader was going to tickle her pussy as part of this cruel game. Her tormentor was skilled starting precisely where Tiffany’s thighs met her taint and working inward exploring each of Tiffany’s pussy lips with a feather in each hand, it was horrendous. Tiffany’s face flushed a deep crimson with embarrassment and arousal as she desperate squirmed and struggled on the bed. She knew she would suffer if she climaxed but her entire body was emblazoned with arousal. Two of the models had begun teasing her nipples with feathers causing them to stiffen to ripe, hard deep red points. The second the soft fronds of a feather touched Tiffany’s clit the poor Blonde’s resolve to resist was overwhelmed and an orgasm hit her full force condemning her to another hour on the bed.
Tiffany didn’t think things could get worse, but she was wrong. The models pounced and plundered every single one of her tickle spots, exploiting her post orgasm sensitivity and driving her so far past her limits she became delirious. The torture didn’t stop until the hour was up when the Goth girl cruelly brandished one of Tiffany’s make-up brushes whispering;
“Time for round two!” as one of her accomplices lifted Tiffany’s blindfold for her to see her the cruel act of betrayal her beloved brush would be used to commit.
This time the Goth model kept the orgasm out of reach on purpose for just under ten minutes when she counted down;
“Thee…two…one!...... ANOTHER MINUTE TO GO!!!!”
Tiffany’s body betrayed her mind and climaxed hard in the pause after the word ‘one’ only to realise the cruel Goth model’s trick.
During the immediate torture session she could finally endure no more and passed out. Only to awake tied face down to the bed wearing a pair of panties that forced something smooth and hard against her clit. She curled her toes as two ice cubes were slowly traced up and down her sensitive arches. Her captors had outdone all of their previous attempts at toe-ties as now her feet barely twitched as she desperately tried to escape. Furthermore her toes were spread wide such that feathers, flossers, electric toothbrushes and worst of all her own mascara brushes were easily permitted to torture between her long sensitive toes.
Tiffany was shown no mercy and every technique was tried and tested and returned to ones proven effective. The backs of her knees were exposed in this new position and expertly demonstrated as being highly vulnerable to soft light touches from fluttering fingertips and soft make-up brushes alike. It was only when the Goth chick switched on the vibrating love egg that Tiffany realised the full cruelty of this new position; under her crotch was a thin pillow that she grinded against as she squirmed.
“Now every time you climax we are going to find a way to tickle you worse”. The raven haired Goth beauty explained.
From this point on Tiffany’s ‘attitude adjustment’ was a blur. Some of the girls’ shot videos on their phones as they had throughout Tiffany’s ordeal; especially once masks had been distributed amongst the throng of sadistic vixens to conceal their identities. Afterwards Tiffany learned with great rage that some of these ended up online on Porn sites with only the blindfold and ball-gag protecting her identity. She had no way to remove them though as not only had she deliriously signed a contract towards the end of her horrendous ordeal but the Goth chick threatened to reveal her as the victim if she reported her torturers for their cruel act of abuse.
Although Tiffany knew that she was the victim in the videos she was shown this was not clear to anyone else from the footage which varied from grainy to clear but with the un-mistakable shakiness of any mobile phone footage compounded by the hyena laugh of whichever model held the camera. Little did she know it but Tim had watched many of these videos and never in the month they spent stranded realised it was Tiffany. Some of the better footage ended up on sites that charged whilst others where she was clothed even popped up on Youtube now and then, Tiffany knew there were sites she didn’t know about and perverts somewhere watching the worst experience of her life on a daily or even hourly basis.
Tiffany dreaded anyone she knew finding out about her ordeal not only because it could end her modelling career but also because she hated the idea of anyone finding out about her extreme ticklishness. Once, before her ordeal, one of the terrible men she dated had learnt she had what he called ‘the weakness’ and had tickled her in an attempt to convince her to let him try a depraved sex act she had refused to do twice already. Luckily for her he did not tie her down first, unluckily for him the stiletto heel she used to stab him in the shoulder gave him both a nasty infection and broken clavicle. She didn’t know that he took a cab to the hospital and survived, the cab driver not charging him the cleaning fee because: ‘bitches be crazy!’ Unlike the videos however Tiffany would never have to see this man ever again.
Reluctantly Tiffany agreed not to report any of her torturers she knew about or could identify from the videos. It was her blackmailer’s final threat that convinced her, if she spoke out she would find herself starring in another video when she least expected it. Tiffany knew that between them her tormentors had more influence than she did and that many could pull strings to see her either never work again or be seized mid-shoot and find herself in another BDSM tickle video. The Goth chick even showed her a video of another model signing a contract without reading it only to find herself stretched out tight on a medieval rack begging as two goats licked brine from her soles and two men in black hoods tickled her upper body mercilessly.
Alongside her own ordeal Tiffany was terrified by the raw video footage, especially the part of the poor model throwing her head from side to side with her red hair swishing and tears rolling down her cheeks as she begged in vain;
“Please stop tickling me! Please stop tickling me!....”
A pervert might mistake the poor victim’s cries as being an act but Tiffany knew all too well her pleas for mercy were a genuine as they were unheeded.
Tiffany tried had tried to look away but the Goth chick insisted she watch the whole video from the goat’s rough tongues lapping at the poor redhead’s arches and toes, through the subsequent sole scrubbing that featured stiff bristled brushes and hot soapy water and the three subsequent tortures that made Tiffany’s skin crawl. She didn’t understand how anyone could understand how anyone could watch this without realising the poor woman’s cries for mercy were genuine.
“STOP IT PLEASE! STOP IT! Nooooo! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!!!!. I DON’T WANT THIS!!!! STOP IT PLEASE!!!!!” The poor woman cried as her feet were scrubbed mercilessly.
After the scrubbing the redhead’s feet were heated with hairdryers and hot coals and stones, the first of which were used until her soles were bright pink as her feet which were pulled taut with strings tied around the toes before the hot stones used to trace all over her oily soles. Tiffany didn’t understand that this was raw footage and that the hairdryers and parts were the model gave away the non-consensual nature of her torture would be edited out. What she did understand was how much more ticklish the poor woman was after this and the sole slapping with hands, canes and leather straps. Tiffany curled her long toes and wanted to look away but was transfixed by fascination and fear that this was all about to happen to her. Eventually the poor woman had to be gagged to ensure some of the footage could be of uses but still her eyes screamed out that she was in hell. With each soft finger touch Tiffany could tell that the poor woman was in tickle-hell and desperate to escape.
For all that she pitied the woman Tiffany resolved there and then never to speak to anyone about her hotel ordeal and to bury these memories in the deepest darkest part of her soul. Memories of her own ordeal and the traumatising video of the redhead would surface as nightmares but she would suppress them and take every action never to end up like the poor red-haired woman.
Tiffany had tried to block out every memory of that terrible night in Paris. Initially there were eight or nine models who grabbed her and tied her in a tight spread eagle to her decadent four-poster bed as she screamed at them. But throughout the night more would come and haver a turn at tickle-torturing the bitchy model who came to epitomise everything each of them hated about ‘the industry’, or just have some fun at a blindfolded victim’s expense. One model, a dominant Goth chick from a BDSM shoot she had called a weirdo-freak took great delight in gagging and blindfolding her as she shook the bed in a rage. The other models began slowly exploring her ticklish body with the fingertips squeezing her sides, stroking her underarms and running their fingertips up and down her long smooth arches. Tiffany was already berserk shouting incomprehensible threats between muffled laughter
“It is better if you use your nails….” The goth model explained to her companions at Tiffany’s soles as she seized her victim’s toes bending the arch back taut to being all the nerves to the surface.
The other models followed suit stretching her other foot out in the same way and started using their sharp, well-maintained nails to deadly effect. The impact was apparent and this technique became an immediate favourite amongst the myriad of models.
The torture session lasted all night long with scarcely any breaks for the poor model. The models referred to it as an ‘attitude adjustment’ but it had no effect other than to make Tiffany more contrived. One of the burlesque dancers Tiffany had called a ‘stripper slut’ provided the girls with feathers whilst the Goth model had an array of bondage and tickling equipment instructing her fellow torturers in the best techniques as she inflicted toe-ties, Wartenburg wheels and electric flossers on Tiffany’s hyper-ticklish soles. The revelation that hairbrushes, electric toothbrushes and a wide array of beauty tools could be used to tickle gave gleeful sadistic joy to the many models who used their victim’s own treasured beauty aids to torment the ticklish feet of their victim.
The models took it in shifts, torturing their victim to the extreme limits of her endurance whilst keeping her cruelly short of the sweet release of unconsciousness. Each being dismissed by the Goth ringleader as they showed signs of slacking off or tiring in their cruel pursuit. As the torture went on only the most sadistic remained, once she was certain any merciful models had left the Goth chick took the torture up a notch stripping Tiffany naked and commanding her accomplices to stop. She slowly explained that if their victim could resist a feather without climaxing she would be free to go, however should the ticklish sensations lead to an orgasm it was clear she enjoyed this torture and would have to endure another hour.
Tiffany screamed into her ball-gag as she felt the first feathery touches on her undercarriage, she had hoped for an end to the ordeal but now it was clear the Goth ringleader was going to tickle her pussy as part of this cruel game. Her tormentor was skilled starting precisely where Tiffany’s thighs met her taint and working inward exploring each of Tiffany’s pussy lips with a feather in each hand, it was horrendous. Tiffany’s face flushed a deep crimson with embarrassment and arousal as she desperate squirmed and struggled on the bed. She knew she would suffer if she climaxed but her entire body was emblazoned with arousal. Two of the models had begun teasing her nipples with feathers causing them to stiffen to ripe, hard deep red points. The second the soft fronds of a feather touched Tiffany’s clit the poor Blonde’s resolve to resist was overwhelmed and an orgasm hit her full force condemning her to another hour on the bed.
Tiffany didn’t think things could get worse, but she was wrong. The models pounced and plundered every single one of her tickle spots, exploiting her post orgasm sensitivity and driving her so far past her limits she became delirious. The torture didn’t stop until the hour was up when the Goth girl cruelly brandished one of Tiffany’s make-up brushes whispering;
“Time for round two!” as one of her accomplices lifted Tiffany’s blindfold for her to see her the cruel act of betrayal her beloved brush would be used to commit.
This time the Goth model kept the orgasm out of reach on purpose for just under ten minutes when she counted down;
“Thee…two…one!...... ANOTHER MINUTE TO GO!!!!”
Tiffany’s body betrayed her mind and climaxed hard in the pause after the word ‘one’ only to realise the cruel Goth model’s trick.
During the immediate torture session she could finally endure no more and passed out. Only to awake tied face down to the bed wearing a pair of panties that forced something smooth and hard against her clit. She curled her toes as two ice cubes were slowly traced up and down her sensitive arches. Her captors had outdone all of their previous attempts at toe-ties as now her feet barely twitched as she desperately tried to escape. Furthermore her toes were spread wide such that feathers, flossers, electric toothbrushes and worst of all her own mascara brushes were easily permitted to torture between her long sensitive toes.
Tiffany was shown no mercy and every technique was tried and tested and returned to ones proven effective. The backs of her knees were exposed in this new position and expertly demonstrated as being highly vulnerable to soft light touches from fluttering fingertips and soft make-up brushes alike. It was only when the Goth chick switched on the vibrating love egg that Tiffany realised the full cruelty of this new position; under her crotch was a thin pillow that she grinded against as she squirmed.
“Now every time you climax we are going to find a way to tickle you worse”. The raven haired Goth beauty explained.
From this point on Tiffany’s ‘attitude adjustment’ was a blur. Some of the girls’ shot videos on their phones as they had throughout Tiffany’s ordeal; especially once masks had been distributed amongst the throng of sadistic vixens to conceal their identities. Afterwards Tiffany learned with great rage that some of these ended up online on Porn sites with only the blindfold and ball-gag protecting her identity. She had no way to remove them though as not only had she deliriously signed a contract towards the end of her horrendous ordeal but the Goth chick threatened to reveal her as the victim if she reported her torturers for their cruel act of abuse.
Although Tiffany knew that she was the victim in the videos she was shown this was not clear to anyone else from the footage which varied from grainy to clear but with the un-mistakable shakiness of any mobile phone footage compounded by the hyena laugh of whichever model held the camera. Little did she know it but Tim had watched many of these videos and never in the month they spent stranded realised it was Tiffany. Some of the better footage ended up on sites that charged whilst others where she was clothed even popped up on Youtube now and then, Tiffany knew there were sites she didn’t know about and perverts somewhere watching the worst experience of her life on a daily or even hourly basis.
Tiffany dreaded anyone she knew finding out about her ordeal not only because it could end her modelling career but also because she hated the idea of anyone finding out about her extreme ticklishness. Once, before her ordeal, one of the terrible men she dated had learnt she had what he called ‘the weakness’ and had tickled her in an attempt to convince her to let him try a depraved sex act she had refused to do twice already. Luckily for her he did not tie her down first, unluckily for him the stiletto heel she used to stab him in the shoulder gave him both a nasty infection and broken clavicle. She didn’t know that he took a cab to the hospital and survived, the cab driver not charging him the cleaning fee because: ‘bitches be crazy!’ Unlike the videos however Tiffany would never have to see this man ever again.
Reluctantly Tiffany agreed not to report any of her torturers she knew about or could identify from the videos. It was her blackmailer’s final threat that convinced her, if she spoke out she would find herself starring in another video when she least expected it. Tiffany knew that between them her tormentors had more influence than she did and that many could pull strings to see her either never work again or be seized mid-shoot and find herself in another BDSM tickle video. The Goth chick even showed her a video of another model signing a contract without reading it only to find herself stretched out tight on a medieval rack begging as two goats licked brine from her soles and two men in black hoods tickled her upper body mercilessly.
Alongside her own ordeal Tiffany was terrified by the raw video footage, especially the part of the poor model throwing her head from side to side with her red hair swishing and tears rolling down her cheeks as she begged in vain;
“Please stop tickling me! Please stop tickling me!....”
A pervert might mistake the poor victim’s cries as being an act but Tiffany knew all too well her pleas for mercy were a genuine as they were unheeded.
Tiffany tried had tried to look away but the Goth chick insisted she watch the whole video from the goat’s rough tongues lapping at the poor redhead’s arches and toes, through the subsequent sole scrubbing that featured stiff bristled brushes and hot soapy water and the three subsequent tortures that made Tiffany’s skin crawl. She didn’t understand how anyone could understand how anyone could watch this without realising the poor woman’s cries for mercy were genuine.
“STOP IT PLEASE! STOP IT! Nooooo! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!!!!. I DON’T WANT THIS!!!! STOP IT PLEASE!!!!!” The poor woman cried as her feet were scrubbed mercilessly.
After the scrubbing the redhead’s feet were heated with hairdryers and hot coals and stones, the first of which were used until her soles were bright pink as her feet which were pulled taut with strings tied around the toes before the hot stones used to trace all over her oily soles. Tiffany didn’t understand that this was raw footage and that the hairdryers and parts were the model gave away the non-consensual nature of her torture would be edited out. What she did understand was how much more ticklish the poor woman was after this and the sole slapping with hands, canes and leather straps. Tiffany curled her long toes and wanted to look away but was transfixed by fascination and fear that this was all about to happen to her. Eventually the poor woman had to be gagged to ensure some of the footage could be of uses but still her eyes screamed out that she was in hell. With each soft finger touch Tiffany could tell that the poor woman was in tickle-hell and desperate to escape.
For all that she pitied the woman Tiffany resolved there and then never to speak to anyone about her hotel ordeal and to bury these memories in the deepest darkest part of her soul. Memories of her own ordeal and the traumatising video of the redhead would surface as nightmares but she would suppress them and take every action never to end up like the poor red-haired woman.
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Love the detailed description of F/f foot tickling. 
