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Thank you all for the positive feedback on V1. Here's my second attempt.
Allison sat quietly on the beach very well hidden, pleased with herself that it was finally coming all together. Though you may assume catching someone alone would be easy enough, and it is; Isolating a person and simultaneously making sure nobody else knows there whereabouts is a different matter entirely.
Allison Teah was almost a normal 18 year old. She was very short for her age, rail thin, and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had just finished up high school, and was as far as everyone knew a pretty average student; Nothing at all to an outsider would appear abnormal. But, inside…inside Allison had a secret. She had an obsession. Not only had she yet to reveal to anyone she's not interested in boys, but the interest she has in girls is much more uncommon, and in this particular girl, more sinister.
Allison was, for her age, extremely skilled at manipulating other people. Ever since she had begun at this school: friends, girls, boys, teachers, she could claim anyone. And what she kept hidden inside was that she loved it. The fact that twisting someones own mind against them came so naturally to her, she couldn't help but think she could do whatever, to whomever she chose.
Kelly Caze would appear to be almost the opposite of Allison Teah. She dressed like a hippie and was known as the school stoner. She was outspoken and fierce. Kelly tried to be kind to everyone she could, wanting to spread as much happiness as possible. She wasn't fat, but wasn't thin either and she was one who could pull that off with an extremely pretty face. Her long dirty blonde hair flowed down her back, her brown eyes shined at whomever she saw. Her curvy, inviting hips brought images of having her. She usually wore flip flops around, her soft, extremely high arched feet with her small toes in view for the whole world.
Allison sat in the girls locker room after gym, changing with the rest of her class, and as usual, eavesdropping. She liked to look at the other girls and think about her secret desires. Allison watched and wondered who was vulnerable to the kind of touch she aches for. Thoughts raced, her classmates in every make and type of bondage imaginable, all have but one thing in common: their worst ticklish spot exposed. Here she could have them, free from reprisal. But, by luck (depending on where you stand), Fate gave Allison the gift she had been dreaming of.
Allison had never met Kelly Caze, but she certainly knew of her. She was Allisons secret fantasy. This girl made her wet just with the thought of her, and Allison wanted her more then she had ever wanted anyone, or anything. She had to begun to develop an obsession over if Kelly was even ticklish, if her feet were, or to even just get a look at the bottoms. Allison had never noticed a girls feet before Kellys, but once she did, she could think of little else.
"….and I couldn't ever get her to stop! It was terrible!".
The girls Allison was secretly listening too was Lucy Caze, Kellys younger sister and their mutual friend Violet. Allison couldn't be sure, but she thought Lucy may have muttered the T-word. She had drifted off into her own world.
"You think you have it bad? Try having Kelly for a sister!", Lucy lamented. "It's like she's obsessed with tickling me. Whenever were alone, she always tricks me into some "surprise". Stupid me, believing her every time, and it always ended the same: Kelly would always end up tricking me, and I would end up trapped somehow".
Allison couldn't believe her luck, no info on Kelly yet, but Lucy was quite a looker herself. Shoulder length, fire red hair, not traditionally pretty, but just like Kelly, extremely sexy in her own way. Allison for the first time noticed her feet, which now surprised her as Lucy's feet were almost as perfect as Kelly's, just slightly bigger. She couldn't see the sole sadly, but her small cute toes and high arch looked promising.
Allison didn't know it yet, but Lucy was qualified to claim she may be the most ticklish person in their city. Almost everywhere, the right touch would send her into tears. However, Lucy's deep dark secret was that she actually sort of enjoyed the torment, along with the bondage. She wouldn't ever admit it, but she tries to coax Kelly into putting her into that futon and folding it up on her leaving just her exposed head sticking out. Lucy loved that image, the powerful older girl looking down; the smaller weak girl reduced to just her head, all else rendered totally useless.
The first time Kelly had left Lucy's feet out by accident, and tickled her only jokingly. Later, after Lucy began to ask to be let out did Kelly realize the kind of control she had over Lucy right then. If you were to ask Lucy would tell you that was the most she had ever been tickled in her entire life that day not even mentioning it was exclusively her feet.
"Thank God I eventually found out how to get her back", Lucy continued carrying on, Allison praying that she doesn't miss a word. "One day I finally discovered how to exact revenge, and ironically, it's what she had been doing to me all along". Lucy began to tell a story that not only Violet listened too very amused, but one that Allison would remember forever.
Kellys boyfriend Mike, Kelly and I had a quiet day at the beach. While we sunbathed, Mike decided he wanted to bury Kelly up to her neck in sand, but he packed it down a little tighter then he meant too, I think. But, like, right after he finished he got some really important call from his work, and he had to leave right after he finished!"
"Yeah, no prob Mike, I'll dig Kelly out! Just after I finish putting on oil, and I'll give her a ride back home" Mike was assured. Lucy hadn't even given her sisters position a second thought. The entire time Kelly quietly, and happily enjoyed the warm sensation around her with a big grin. The sand was like a warm, perfectly tight blanket. But, all of a sudden, she began to notice something. She had been buried in sand once before, but it wasn't like this. She tried to squirm, lift her arms, nothing. "Man, I'm really stuck here. Good thing Lucy is about to let me out" she thought to herself. When Kelly felt that Lucy was taking too long, she tried to shake her head impatiently, sending her hair all over her face, giving her a look of fear for just a moment. Outside you would have seen a damsel in distress at the exact moment she realizes she is trapped. Inside, Kelly began to get afraid. Not for her safety of course, this was her baby sister after all. She had a revelation that gave her chills (and again illustrated how little she could move): Being so helpless was not her cup of tea.
First mistake: Kelly assumed Lucy wasn't looking at her. Quite the contrary, Lucy hadn't taken her eyes off Kelly since she saw something in her sisters eyes, it was subtle, but it looked like fear. She pretended to ignore her sisters calls of boredom, and realized what was going on: Kelly couldn't get herself out. She was clearly rushing Lucy to free her, but why? But then right out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. She hadn't noticed at first because of how Kelly was seated, and how the sand was piled, but her feet were sticking out! Lucy could see her big sisters bare soles pointed to the sky. Could that be why Kelly had a moment of fear? Did she even realize?
Lucy remembered that Kelly was ticklish when they were kids. She was really the only one who was ever subjected to that in recent years, she figured it was a power thing with Kelly; Not that Lucy minded being subjected. The fact remains Kelly may not be ticklish at all, and Lucy would just seem stupid. If she was going to try this, subtle was the key word.
Lucy casually walked over and laid overtop of the pile of sand in front of Kelly's face that was blocking the view of her exposed feet. She looked down at her sister, finding a new interest in having Kelly like this. The images in her head are always big strong Kelly towering over weak little Lucy. But Lucy couldn't take her eyes off it, she had reduced Kelly to just a head, just how she liked it. She pretended to make small talk while she was about to begin to dig her out. Kelly, barely able to even look up, just wanted to be let up at this point. Before long, Lucy gently stroked her sisters arch mid sentence. "…Lucy I have been asking enough, seriously, time to let meeeAHH!!!" Kelly was cut off and ended with a very loud shriek. She instantly realized her position and began trying to struggle as hard as she can, mortified that the sand wouldn't even budge. She looked down at her prison with a look of confused fear, and back up at her sister with one of concern and worry.
Lucy finished her story of torturing her sister, leaving quite an image burned into Allison's mind: Lucy lying on her back, in front of Kelly's face, buried up to her neck. Her arms wrapped around and along Kelly's feet, digging her nails in. Lucy looking right into Kelly's eyes with a powerful and controlling stare.
Cut back to the locker room: "…and after I had a good long tickle session, she was losing it. It was Heaven". Lucys tone grew sad "but of course I had to let her go, and I got tickled like five times more then I did to her just for that stunt. But, she knows I know her weakness now and I'm going to get her back someday. Get her back good." Lucy and Violet ran off to class, oblivious and happy.
Allison had nearly orgasmed right on the bench. She even liked the story, the bondage method. That night, she went home and tried to research burying someone in sand. After a quick Google, she was turned on into her new favorite bondage medium. One that leaves the victim so trapped and helpless, they have no hope for escape.
Fast forward. Allison now hidden on a beach, but this was a special occasion. She had followed Kelly long enough to know her usual schedule, and to know where she went to be alone. She peered down the beach and there she was: Kelly Caze, a two piece bikini, sunglasses, hair blowing in the wind. She was laying on her back, her bare soles almost visible to a passerby, and she was all alone. Allison had managed to find out Kelly was home alone this weekend, and better yet, the day before Allison sets her plan in motion, she overhears Kelly complain her phone crashed. No contact. No GPS. No cry for help. No hope. Nobody knows where she is.
"Now or never" Allison thought to herself. She popped herself up, and began to walk towards Kelly. Gently kicking sand up with her toes as she walked in her own sexy little bikini. She knew how to play anybody, even the prettiest, most ticklish girl in school. She had a look of quiet happiness on her face, the look of a younger peer who is in trouble and is depending on the older one to get them through.
Kelly didn't see Allison until she actually spoke. "Hey!" Allison yelled at the sleeping older girl. She tried to casually glance at her feet, but couldn't without worrying she was being obvious. "My name is Allison! What's yours?" Allison plopped down quickly at Kelly's side, crossed her legs and tried to look cute and interested.
Kelly was half asleep, and still just really confused. "W-w-what?…mm..Who are you? What do you want?" Kelly was asleep and now all of a sudden some girl clearly a few years younger then her was bugging her during her alone time. Kelly couldn't hide the mild annoyance she felt. Allison started to get nervous, she had to convince this girl she was a friend for her plan to work. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."
Kelly relaxed a little. "Oh, just some dumb high school senior" she amused herself thinking down on little Allison. Kelly sat crossed legged facing this girl, got comfortable, and started smoking a joint. She rubbed her feet into the sand, the look on her face gave away how much she enjoyed the nice sensation. Allison had managed to learn one other thing about Kelly's feet: she cared about them. She took care of them, and she enjoyed foot rubs and anything else you could call a nice sensation on her soles. Allison, trying to win her affection, pulled out a second joint from her bikini top. "Split this one after?" She said with a huge smile. Kelly never turned down free pot, quickly agreed, and decided this girl couldn't be so bad after all.
"I'm Allison by the way" she said happily. "What's your name?" praying for no recognition from the hallways, but Allison was safe. "I'm Kelly!" she heard in a warm, friendly tone. The two girls sat and smoked both joints, casually discussing this beach, music and the weather. The entire time, Kelly continued rubbing her soft looking soles into the sand. Allison planned at first to use drugs to subdue Kelly, but she was getting a new, maybe better idea. After a while, in a lull in the conversation, Allison tested out her plan. She waited until Kelly began to rub her feet as she had been, and pretended to take notice for the very first time. "Haha, I notice you have been doing that for a while now." Allison calmly mentioned pointing at her feet. "What is that supposed to do?"
Kelly, not taken off guard in the least, already trusted this girl. She was assuming she couldn't mean her any harm, she was older and bigger after all! "I just love how it feels" Kelly said with a huge grin "My feet are pretty sensitive, but when I just run the bottoms over the sand it just feels like heaven." She leaned her head back and continued doing so, soaking up every moment. She stretched her legs, and for one brief, amazing moment, her soles were visible completely, she was on her back, soles facing Allison. She tried to get every detail: her small, perfect toes. Her high arch. How soft her feet looked, and how ticklish she knew Kelly was. It was time.
"Yeah, do you know why it feels so good?" Allison asked, not even sure where she was going with it, she had a habit of just acting on impulse when excited. "I just assumed it was because of how my feet are." Kelly wanted to be a little more vague, she didn't want to tempt anyone. "I just like the texture of it is all I meant my feet aren't anything out of the ordinary".
Allison found her chance. "Well, maybe you didn't know, but sand is amazing for your skin. Haven't you heard of that new spa treatment that has been all over the magazines??" Allison was trying to act like one of the girls in her class she thought was dumber then a stump. Kelly looked confused, so Allison continued: "Well, there's a new treatment that not only makes your skin healthier, but extremely soft as well. You like how it feels on your feet, right? Imagine your entire body!"
Had Kelly remembered the day at the beach with Lucy, she may have reacted differently, but much to her future regret, she didn't even recall that day. This girls news was new, exciting and she wanted to try it already. "Tell me more!" Kelly almost begged. Allison continued to explain this new "spa method" where you sit in a hole in a specific way so the sand gets the largest surface area, and then the hole is filled in up to your chin. If done right, you pop yourself out after an hour and you feel fantastic. Or, so Allison told her. She may have forgotten to mention the lack of leverage, the weight of the sand, the inability to move even your fingers, or how exposed Kelly was going to be. But she didn't need to know that. "Almost there, you're almost mine" Allison thought to herself lustfully.
Fast forward 45 minutes later and Kelly was sitting ass first in a hole that was much deeper then she expected it to be, waiting on Allison to finish making the sand wet with ocean water. "It needs to be soaked" Allison explained, "The water activates the enriching properties of the sand on your skin". Kelly happily accepted the idea and sat just as Allison instructed: arms at her sides, fingers pointed down, legs leading up the hole, and feet sitting on the other edge of the hole opposite her head. Not once did Kellys trust falter right before it happened, not once did she even consider her bubbly new friends true intentions.
Now Allison was moving as fast as she could while still doing it right. She absolutely soaked all the sand, and started pushing it in, Every 9-12 inches or so, Allison would stop and use her feet and weight to pack the sand down tight. At first, Kelly barely noticed, she leaned her head back and Allison almost thought she fell asleep. She found herself surprised at how quickly Kelly wrongfully trusted her. "Seriously??" Allison giggled to herself quietly. "Just met me, and I'm already granted permission to bury you in a hole???", she beamed at her luck today. Soon, she packed sand around her stomach: no reaction. Packed above her boobs, a small head jerk and Kelly started to sound concerned, distressed even. Allison hurriedly rose the sand level just under Kelly's chin, all the while her victim only beginning to let out small peeps of confusion. Or, was that the first signs of fear? The suspense was killing her. Allison mused at her brilliance, predicting the marijuana would slowly carry Kelly off into a pleasant state of vulnerability. Easy prey for so skilled at manipulating her peers.
"Hey, hold on. You did this wrong. I'm stuck". Kelly protested as Allison finished off this cocoon she was in. Her head gently bobbing from side to side, sand covering her chin. Trying her best to look like she was capable of looking upwards. Trying her best to hide the facial expression screaming "This is a stranger. I can't wiggle my fingers. I have no leverage. Should I start screaming for help?" She had almost dozed off, but a sudden weight woke her up. But, as the look on Allisons face staring down at her grew from the friendly face she knew, into…it almost looked sexual. Possessive. Like...she was too afraid to follow those thoughts further. She was just being paranoid, the very idea is absurd. Right? But Kelly couldn't block out that fear, like it was water slowly dripping on her forehead.
Kelly couldn't hide her concern for very long at all . Allison looked down at her and admired her handiwork, Kelly wasn't even budging the sand which means she really isn't going anywhere. It was just then she realized that she really liked this part. Kelly hadn't even noticed her feet were sticking out yet, and had no clue of her intentions. "She still probably doesn't even realize she's in trouble the airhead." Allison mocked. The power Allison felt was indescribable. She had Kelly up to her chin, totally isolated, and she alone held her only hope for escape. She wanted to start slowly, though. Build up this fear.
Allison decided now was a good a time as any to give Kelly the full scope. (Cue the soundtrack of "Something to Tide You Over", Allison thought. A new favorite movie she discovered). She slid down on her knees and thighs, and slowly pushed away the excess sand pile in front of her face, kneeling in front of her victim. Allison didn't say a word as she did, ignoring Kellys pleas for explanation.
With all the sand pushed away, she could finally bask in her work. "Ahh, isn't this lovely?" She asked Kelly, the first thing she said in a while.
The girl looked up as best she could, trying to lift her arms. Growing more and more afraid each second. She couldn't see anybody to call over, couldn't hear anybody..."How long does this last, again?" Kelly tried her best to sound cool.
"Oh, you know, until whenever." Allison stretched her feet out, her cute tiny soles in dead center of Kellys view. She moaned with delight scrunching her toes with glee. Her eyes shut and her nose crinkled. Kelly was caught off guard by how cute Allison could be if she wanted. Allison fantasized about Kelly enjoying her soles, knowing it's a fools effort. She never dreamed that Kelly was into feet about as much as she was, in the exact same capacity of control and torment. And, Ironically, Kelly was angrily monologging what she would do to this girl if she found her weakness, and maybe her ticklish spot..first she would need to escape.
Allison looked at her captive no longer with any filters. All the desire, frustration, lust and fantasy of control finally came to the surface. She brushed the girls hair, stroked her cheeks, pinched her ears, almost like she was a doll. "Aww, look at youuu!!.." she cooed sarcastically. Needing to still do double takes to confirm she really had Kelly Caze buried up to her neck. Kelly had never felt such a sense of defeat or helplessness before. She almost felt embarrassed.
It was finally time. Allison patted Kelly possessively on her head, and starting slowly inching backwards, much to the girls confusion. She made sure the entire time Kelly could still see her soles, Allison settled for just pretending Kelly was looking with interest. In another situation, Kelly may have even shared her secret interest. But presently she was more worried about this girl who just buried her on a deserted beach and was ignoring her requests to be dug out.
"What are you doing? Seriously, Allison, you're scaring me. Can you dig me out now? Please????" Kelly was losing her reserve. She had already lost her physical leverage and now she was losing any verbal power she had had. She wasn't going to be able to hide much longer inside herself. Allison probably already knew, anyways. Kelly was still trying to wiggle her way out, horrified at every attempt at how tightly she was packed in here. Her chin now mostly covered in sand, she looked more and more vulnerable and pathetic to Allison. She savored the expressions ranging from fear, to anger, to confusion. Allison relished in the looks following yet another failed attempt to free a shoulder or arm.
Allison had very slowly inched back, preventing Kellys view of her own undoing - her soft, bare soles jutting upwards, facing the sky. Just far enough apart to prevent one covering the other. Sadly for the victim here, her captor actually does understand the position in which she's found herself. Kellys secret already betrayed, she had no leverage of any kind to free herself, nothing to offer for a chance to just get out of the hole.
When she finally had both feet in-between her legs, stretching out to either side, she flashed her soles to Kelly one last time and again scrunched her little toes. Allison knowing too well the weakness of overly ticklish soles, she still enjoyed the feeling of just not quite being vulnerable, but feeling so very slightly. She enjoyed knowing that Kelly could see, wonder, but not indulge at all. Besides, Kelly was the last person Allison would reveal her sensitivities too, especially the weakness they shared.
There was a sand mound in-between Kellys head and feet, and Allison felt the time to smooth it over and show Kelly the genius of her trap had finally come. Kellys feet looked so soft, like they were just aching to be touched. Her small toes twitched sometimes. Allison looked Kelly right in her eyes one last time before she revealed the truth, the confusion was now only fear. She watched worriedly as Allison started smoothing out the sand.
"Huh? What are you doing? DIG ME OUT PLEASE." Kelly cried. Watching as this girl slowly unblocked her vision. Eventually, Kelly slowly learned the truth. The girl was hiding...her...feet? She didn't understand at all. She felt relief, maybe this was all a gag.
Allison just started at her feet. "You know, I've always dreamed of this.." she cooed never looking up. Kelly didn't know what was so interesting about the bottoms of her feet, but she was getting weirded out. Kelly was too scared to even recognize her own fetish, her thoughts exclusively on release now. Any other day a girl looking at her feet would be interesting, today, she felt worse as time went on.
"You're feet are just so perfect. And, well, I've been so excited to tell you. I know your little secret." She smiled seductively, hoping Kelly would get the hint. Kelly squirmed when she heard "perfect", and her toes scrunched slightly and Allison almost drooled as she saw this, saw her arch and sole wrinkle. Allison lost it. She couldn't wait another second. She very slowly and carefully dragged her index finger lightly up Kellys left arch.
The reaction was exactly what Allison wanted. Shock, turned fear, turned attempted strength, attempting to hide it, followed by the almost body rocking expression of understanding that dawned onto Kelly. The moment Allison realized Kelly knew exactly how much trouble she was in, she almost passed out from excitement.
The poor girl up to her chin looked around wildly. She had felt someone touch her soles. This was bad. She had never been so exposed save that one instance, and here she was right back where she started. Except, this time there wasn't the safety of family. Allison was giving off a very unsettling vibe, like she's almost obsessed. And Kelly couldn't do a thing to stop her. She gulped and looked into her captors eyes, wild with lust and power. Her small toes quivered.
*** 3 hours later ***
Kelly was almost hoarse from screaming. Allison had unrelentingly assaulted her poor exposed soles for hours. Slow at first, gradually picking up the pace. She meticulously went over and found every single place where Kellys feet were ticklish. She had nothing left, she had completely succumbed to her torment. Shaking her head and pleading for remorse was all she had left, but, sadly for her, she couldn't have found a more sadistic captor.
"Mmm, I love how /soft/ these feet are! I just want to rub them!!" Allison wouldn't let up, she had waited years for this. Kelly was turning purple, she really hadn't given the poor thing a break at all. "Boy, she's in for a long rest of forever. I wonder if she still thinks she'll be set free?" Allison only mused however, she intended Kellys imprisonment to be permanent. Like she would give these feet up.
She continued to slowly and quickly stroke up arches, across soles and between tiny toes. Allison also made an unexpected breakthrough in controlling Kellys mental state around this time: She had discovered, purely by chance, the absolute worst way to tickle Kelly. In her experimenting, she learned placing her fingers and hands flat on her soles, and rubbing them very gently and sensually up-and-down, sent Kelly beyond berserk. The poor girls red face was a flood of fear, laughter, terror and vulnerability.
Allison had never seen someone truly loose control, unable to contain themselves like this before. She stared as the trapped feet quivered and shook. Her toes scrunching and stretching, wrinkling her perfect soles for Allisons delight. Her favorite, though, was listening to the music of Kellys voice. Screaming, pleading, begging, crying, going hoarse just hoping for rescue. Allison had thought this through already, no help was ever coming.
"P-p-pplllelaseahaha!!!!! Please god Allison just STOP. PLEASE!" Kellys face was shaking. She was dreading every light touch. Somebody so much smaller than her was barely touching her, but she couldn't have any less control now. Anything for freedom she prayed. She got her chance after Allison believed she may pass out.
"Okay, now that you know I'm for real, let's talk about you being let go." Kellys heart jumped, had this been a prank!?
"If you want freedom, you'll have to give me information." Allison grinned. She had to keep her plan going despite her success, she had other girls she wanted to bring to visit Kelly and now she was broken. She laid on her side, and began playing with Kelly's toes; Kelly wasn't doing the best job of containing herself anymore. Her mouth wide open with her adorable laugh. Hair sticking every which way, her feet shaking, trying to kick and her toes curling. Allison finally stopped and hadn't said a word. Kelly blushed and sighed heavily. She began to accept her position. For now, she had to play this little bitch's game.
"What could I possibly tell you to get out of this?" Allison could hear the exhaustion and knew now was the right time to have her sell out the very person who caused her predicament in Allisons loving, warm, constricting embrace: her sister Lucy. She wouldn't tell Kelly so yet, but she wouldn't be buried alone here forever. No no, far from it. Allison was so close to completing everything.
"Well, I think it's clear I enjoy these feet of yours." She said patting them, taking care not to tickle her for once. Kelly jumped anyways with a feeling of embarrassment. ("How pathetic is this?" She whined internally. "She has me by my fucking feet!"). "So, I want to hear about you getting tickled in your younger days with Lucy. Tell me stories!!" Allison put on her bubbly young lass voice again.
It took Allisons hands being softly and flatly placed onto Kellys soles, with a sense of knowing the extent of this method of torture, followed by very loud and intense pleading, for the trapped victim to finally accept Allisons terms.
"Ohhhh my god. If only she didn't do that thing with her hands being flat. Her hands are just so soft...I just can't take it. My feet can't take it. Why does that tickle me so FUCKING HORRIBLY?!?! God these feet I hate it!!! Somebody please come save me!" Inside Kellys head was nothing but fear now. Fear of Allison, and fear of, for the first time in her life, being truly helpless.
She relented that despite how ticklish she was, Lucy was always the victim when it came to this kind of thing. Kelly told Allison about the previous time she was buried, and Allison could tell from her heavy words and expressions that she had picked the perfect bondage. Kelly continued on, further explaining how she treated her sisters ticklish feet. Telling how more recently Lucy had learned her sister was perhaps more ticklish even than her, and how she feared Lucy plotting some sort of revenge.
The story that most stuck out to Allison involved a fold up couch. She could hear the joy of control in Kellys voice during the story, the same one she was sure to have herself currently.
Kelly almost happily told how she convinced Lucy to lay inside the couch while Kelly shut it. Afterwards, she looked at her sisters head, and for the first time really appreciated control. Just before releasing her, she realized both her feet were also exposed. Kelly with a certain degree of pride told Allison how she spent almost 45 minutes removing Lucy's shoes and socks - taking so long because she couldn't get enough of her sister bucking against the couch holding her down tight, Lucy screaming to stop and release her, the cries and moans of being completely incapacitated, but not realizing so until it's too late.
"I never felt more powerful until I had somebody totally trapped, knowing they have a certain sensitivity...or weakness if you prefer..and telling them that you're going to exploit it, exploit them! And they can't do a thing to stop you, because moments ago they allowed themselves to be made fucking trapped, by the very person intent on torturing them." Kelly almost moaned. In that moment, her and Allison completely understood each other. Kellys feet quivered as she felt light brushes from Allison every couple minutes, both girls locked eyes and realized that Kelly could have very well put Allison in this hole if she had the chance.
"You mean like you're situation, now? Feel any remorse for the victim now that its your feet you lost control of?" Allison smiled an evil grin and dug her nails into Kellys toes causing her to howl. She slowly and evilly flattened both of her hands on top of Kellys soles, looking her right in the eyes. The wide eyed look of fear could have fooled anybody that something much worse than tickling was about to befall Kelly. Allison slowly and gently rubbed her soles, sending Kelly into the uncontrollable. She tried to buck. She cried, screamed, begged, offered to do anything. Anything at all. Allison suddenly stopped.
"Anything, you say?" She had been waiting for this. Kelly gasped, ready for a reprieve. "YES! JUST STOP!" Allison accepted. The poor girl breathed heavily, as Allison explained the information she wanted. Kellys eyes grew wide with...despair. Anything but that? Please? Allison looked at her firmly moving a flat palm toward her ravaged sole. Kelly caved immediately, and told Allison every single detail about Lucy's ticklishness. Worst spots, worst methods, objects, Kelly even knew what to say to her that most upset her if she couldn't get away.
She had even given Allison things only her and Kelly would know: information to gain the girls trust - Allison had everything she needed now to deceive Lucy into her clutches. It only occurred to Kelly afterwards that Allison was asking outside of fantasizing about her sister. She slowly realized, Allison was after Lucy too! NO! She had told Allison too much. If she fell to this girls manipulation, Lucy almost surely would. Kelly has probably enslaved her sister to a similar torment. Guilt grew upon her that almost matched the fear inside her when she watched Allison stare at the bottoms of her poor, trapped feet.
Kelly wished she could take back the last few hours of her life.
Allison sat quietly on the beach very well hidden, pleased with herself that it was finally coming all together. Though you may assume catching someone alone would be easy enough, and it is; Isolating a person and simultaneously making sure nobody else knows there whereabouts is a different matter entirely.
Allison Teah was almost a normal 18 year old. She was very short for her age, rail thin, and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had just finished up high school, and was as far as everyone knew a pretty average student; Nothing at all to an outsider would appear abnormal. But, inside…inside Allison had a secret. She had an obsession. Not only had she yet to reveal to anyone she's not interested in boys, but the interest she has in girls is much more uncommon, and in this particular girl, more sinister.
Allison was, for her age, extremely skilled at manipulating other people. Ever since she had begun at this school: friends, girls, boys, teachers, she could claim anyone. And what she kept hidden inside was that she loved it. The fact that twisting someones own mind against them came so naturally to her, she couldn't help but think she could do whatever, to whomever she chose.
Kelly Caze would appear to be almost the opposite of Allison Teah. She dressed like a hippie and was known as the school stoner. She was outspoken and fierce. Kelly tried to be kind to everyone she could, wanting to spread as much happiness as possible. She wasn't fat, but wasn't thin either and she was one who could pull that off with an extremely pretty face. Her long dirty blonde hair flowed down her back, her brown eyes shined at whomever she saw. Her curvy, inviting hips brought images of having her. She usually wore flip flops around, her soft, extremely high arched feet with her small toes in view for the whole world.
Allison sat in the girls locker room after gym, changing with the rest of her class, and as usual, eavesdropping. She liked to look at the other girls and think about her secret desires. Allison watched and wondered who was vulnerable to the kind of touch she aches for. Thoughts raced, her classmates in every make and type of bondage imaginable, all have but one thing in common: their worst ticklish spot exposed. Here she could have them, free from reprisal. But, by luck (depending on where you stand), Fate gave Allison the gift she had been dreaming of.
Allison had never met Kelly Caze, but she certainly knew of her. She was Allisons secret fantasy. This girl made her wet just with the thought of her, and Allison wanted her more then she had ever wanted anyone, or anything. She had to begun to develop an obsession over if Kelly was even ticklish, if her feet were, or to even just get a look at the bottoms. Allison had never noticed a girls feet before Kellys, but once she did, she could think of little else.
"….and I couldn't ever get her to stop! It was terrible!".
The girls Allison was secretly listening too was Lucy Caze, Kellys younger sister and their mutual friend Violet. Allison couldn't be sure, but she thought Lucy may have muttered the T-word. She had drifted off into her own world.
"You think you have it bad? Try having Kelly for a sister!", Lucy lamented. "It's like she's obsessed with tickling me. Whenever were alone, she always tricks me into some "surprise". Stupid me, believing her every time, and it always ended the same: Kelly would always end up tricking me, and I would end up trapped somehow".
Allison couldn't believe her luck, no info on Kelly yet, but Lucy was quite a looker herself. Shoulder length, fire red hair, not traditionally pretty, but just like Kelly, extremely sexy in her own way. Allison for the first time noticed her feet, which now surprised her as Lucy's feet were almost as perfect as Kelly's, just slightly bigger. She couldn't see the sole sadly, but her small cute toes and high arch looked promising.
Allison didn't know it yet, but Lucy was qualified to claim she may be the most ticklish person in their city. Almost everywhere, the right touch would send her into tears. However, Lucy's deep dark secret was that she actually sort of enjoyed the torment, along with the bondage. She wouldn't ever admit it, but she tries to coax Kelly into putting her into that futon and folding it up on her leaving just her exposed head sticking out. Lucy loved that image, the powerful older girl looking down; the smaller weak girl reduced to just her head, all else rendered totally useless.
The first time Kelly had left Lucy's feet out by accident, and tickled her only jokingly. Later, after Lucy began to ask to be let out did Kelly realize the kind of control she had over Lucy right then. If you were to ask Lucy would tell you that was the most she had ever been tickled in her entire life that day not even mentioning it was exclusively her feet.
"Thank God I eventually found out how to get her back", Lucy continued carrying on, Allison praying that she doesn't miss a word. "One day I finally discovered how to exact revenge, and ironically, it's what she had been doing to me all along". Lucy began to tell a story that not only Violet listened too very amused, but one that Allison would remember forever.
Kellys boyfriend Mike, Kelly and I had a quiet day at the beach. While we sunbathed, Mike decided he wanted to bury Kelly up to her neck in sand, but he packed it down a little tighter then he meant too, I think. But, like, right after he finished he got some really important call from his work, and he had to leave right after he finished!"
"Yeah, no prob Mike, I'll dig Kelly out! Just after I finish putting on oil, and I'll give her a ride back home" Mike was assured. Lucy hadn't even given her sisters position a second thought. The entire time Kelly quietly, and happily enjoyed the warm sensation around her with a big grin. The sand was like a warm, perfectly tight blanket. But, all of a sudden, she began to notice something. She had been buried in sand once before, but it wasn't like this. She tried to squirm, lift her arms, nothing. "Man, I'm really stuck here. Good thing Lucy is about to let me out" she thought to herself. When Kelly felt that Lucy was taking too long, she tried to shake her head impatiently, sending her hair all over her face, giving her a look of fear for just a moment. Outside you would have seen a damsel in distress at the exact moment she realizes she is trapped. Inside, Kelly began to get afraid. Not for her safety of course, this was her baby sister after all. She had a revelation that gave her chills (and again illustrated how little she could move): Being so helpless was not her cup of tea.
First mistake: Kelly assumed Lucy wasn't looking at her. Quite the contrary, Lucy hadn't taken her eyes off Kelly since she saw something in her sisters eyes, it was subtle, but it looked like fear. She pretended to ignore her sisters calls of boredom, and realized what was going on: Kelly couldn't get herself out. She was clearly rushing Lucy to free her, but why? But then right out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. She hadn't noticed at first because of how Kelly was seated, and how the sand was piled, but her feet were sticking out! Lucy could see her big sisters bare soles pointed to the sky. Could that be why Kelly had a moment of fear? Did she even realize?
Lucy remembered that Kelly was ticklish when they were kids. She was really the only one who was ever subjected to that in recent years, she figured it was a power thing with Kelly; Not that Lucy minded being subjected. The fact remains Kelly may not be ticklish at all, and Lucy would just seem stupid. If she was going to try this, subtle was the key word.
Lucy casually walked over and laid overtop of the pile of sand in front of Kelly's face that was blocking the view of her exposed feet. She looked down at her sister, finding a new interest in having Kelly like this. The images in her head are always big strong Kelly towering over weak little Lucy. But Lucy couldn't take her eyes off it, she had reduced Kelly to just a head, just how she liked it. She pretended to make small talk while she was about to begin to dig her out. Kelly, barely able to even look up, just wanted to be let up at this point. Before long, Lucy gently stroked her sisters arch mid sentence. "…Lucy I have been asking enough, seriously, time to let meeeAHH!!!" Kelly was cut off and ended with a very loud shriek. She instantly realized her position and began trying to struggle as hard as she can, mortified that the sand wouldn't even budge. She looked down at her prison with a look of confused fear, and back up at her sister with one of concern and worry.
Lucy finished her story of torturing her sister, leaving quite an image burned into Allison's mind: Lucy lying on her back, in front of Kelly's face, buried up to her neck. Her arms wrapped around and along Kelly's feet, digging her nails in. Lucy looking right into Kelly's eyes with a powerful and controlling stare.
Cut back to the locker room: "…and after I had a good long tickle session, she was losing it. It was Heaven". Lucys tone grew sad "but of course I had to let her go, and I got tickled like five times more then I did to her just for that stunt. But, she knows I know her weakness now and I'm going to get her back someday. Get her back good." Lucy and Violet ran off to class, oblivious and happy.
Allison had nearly orgasmed right on the bench. She even liked the story, the bondage method. That night, she went home and tried to research burying someone in sand. After a quick Google, she was turned on into her new favorite bondage medium. One that leaves the victim so trapped and helpless, they have no hope for escape.
Fast forward. Allison now hidden on a beach, but this was a special occasion. She had followed Kelly long enough to know her usual schedule, and to know where she went to be alone. She peered down the beach and there she was: Kelly Caze, a two piece bikini, sunglasses, hair blowing in the wind. She was laying on her back, her bare soles almost visible to a passerby, and she was all alone. Allison had managed to find out Kelly was home alone this weekend, and better yet, the day before Allison sets her plan in motion, she overhears Kelly complain her phone crashed. No contact. No GPS. No cry for help. No hope. Nobody knows where she is.
"Now or never" Allison thought to herself. She popped herself up, and began to walk towards Kelly. Gently kicking sand up with her toes as she walked in her own sexy little bikini. She knew how to play anybody, even the prettiest, most ticklish girl in school. She had a look of quiet happiness on her face, the look of a younger peer who is in trouble and is depending on the older one to get them through.
Kelly didn't see Allison until she actually spoke. "Hey!" Allison yelled at the sleeping older girl. She tried to casually glance at her feet, but couldn't without worrying she was being obvious. "My name is Allison! What's yours?" Allison plopped down quickly at Kelly's side, crossed her legs and tried to look cute and interested.
Kelly was half asleep, and still just really confused. "W-w-what?…mm..Who are you? What do you want?" Kelly was asleep and now all of a sudden some girl clearly a few years younger then her was bugging her during her alone time. Kelly couldn't hide the mild annoyance she felt. Allison started to get nervous, she had to convince this girl she was a friend for her plan to work. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."
Kelly relaxed a little. "Oh, just some dumb high school senior" she amused herself thinking down on little Allison. Kelly sat crossed legged facing this girl, got comfortable, and started smoking a joint. She rubbed her feet into the sand, the look on her face gave away how much she enjoyed the nice sensation. Allison had managed to learn one other thing about Kelly's feet: she cared about them. She took care of them, and she enjoyed foot rubs and anything else you could call a nice sensation on her soles. Allison, trying to win her affection, pulled out a second joint from her bikini top. "Split this one after?" She said with a huge smile. Kelly never turned down free pot, quickly agreed, and decided this girl couldn't be so bad after all.
"I'm Allison by the way" she said happily. "What's your name?" praying for no recognition from the hallways, but Allison was safe. "I'm Kelly!" she heard in a warm, friendly tone. The two girls sat and smoked both joints, casually discussing this beach, music and the weather. The entire time, Kelly continued rubbing her soft looking soles into the sand. Allison planned at first to use drugs to subdue Kelly, but she was getting a new, maybe better idea. After a while, in a lull in the conversation, Allison tested out her plan. She waited until Kelly began to rub her feet as she had been, and pretended to take notice for the very first time. "Haha, I notice you have been doing that for a while now." Allison calmly mentioned pointing at her feet. "What is that supposed to do?"
Kelly, not taken off guard in the least, already trusted this girl. She was assuming she couldn't mean her any harm, she was older and bigger after all! "I just love how it feels" Kelly said with a huge grin "My feet are pretty sensitive, but when I just run the bottoms over the sand it just feels like heaven." She leaned her head back and continued doing so, soaking up every moment. She stretched her legs, and for one brief, amazing moment, her soles were visible completely, she was on her back, soles facing Allison. She tried to get every detail: her small, perfect toes. Her high arch. How soft her feet looked, and how ticklish she knew Kelly was. It was time.
"Yeah, do you know why it feels so good?" Allison asked, not even sure where she was going with it, she had a habit of just acting on impulse when excited. "I just assumed it was because of how my feet are." Kelly wanted to be a little more vague, she didn't want to tempt anyone. "I just like the texture of it is all I meant my feet aren't anything out of the ordinary".
Allison found her chance. "Well, maybe you didn't know, but sand is amazing for your skin. Haven't you heard of that new spa treatment that has been all over the magazines??" Allison was trying to act like one of the girls in her class she thought was dumber then a stump. Kelly looked confused, so Allison continued: "Well, there's a new treatment that not only makes your skin healthier, but extremely soft as well. You like how it feels on your feet, right? Imagine your entire body!"
Had Kelly remembered the day at the beach with Lucy, she may have reacted differently, but much to her future regret, she didn't even recall that day. This girls news was new, exciting and she wanted to try it already. "Tell me more!" Kelly almost begged. Allison continued to explain this new "spa method" where you sit in a hole in a specific way so the sand gets the largest surface area, and then the hole is filled in up to your chin. If done right, you pop yourself out after an hour and you feel fantastic. Or, so Allison told her. She may have forgotten to mention the lack of leverage, the weight of the sand, the inability to move even your fingers, or how exposed Kelly was going to be. But she didn't need to know that. "Almost there, you're almost mine" Allison thought to herself lustfully.
Fast forward 45 minutes later and Kelly was sitting ass first in a hole that was much deeper then she expected it to be, waiting on Allison to finish making the sand wet with ocean water. "It needs to be soaked" Allison explained, "The water activates the enriching properties of the sand on your skin". Kelly happily accepted the idea and sat just as Allison instructed: arms at her sides, fingers pointed down, legs leading up the hole, and feet sitting on the other edge of the hole opposite her head. Not once did Kellys trust falter right before it happened, not once did she even consider her bubbly new friends true intentions.
Now Allison was moving as fast as she could while still doing it right. She absolutely soaked all the sand, and started pushing it in, Every 9-12 inches or so, Allison would stop and use her feet and weight to pack the sand down tight. At first, Kelly barely noticed, she leaned her head back and Allison almost thought she fell asleep. She found herself surprised at how quickly Kelly wrongfully trusted her. "Seriously??" Allison giggled to herself quietly. "Just met me, and I'm already granted permission to bury you in a hole???", she beamed at her luck today. Soon, she packed sand around her stomach: no reaction. Packed above her boobs, a small head jerk and Kelly started to sound concerned, distressed even. Allison hurriedly rose the sand level just under Kelly's chin, all the while her victim only beginning to let out small peeps of confusion. Or, was that the first signs of fear? The suspense was killing her. Allison mused at her brilliance, predicting the marijuana would slowly carry Kelly off into a pleasant state of vulnerability. Easy prey for so skilled at manipulating her peers.
"Hey, hold on. You did this wrong. I'm stuck". Kelly protested as Allison finished off this cocoon she was in. Her head gently bobbing from side to side, sand covering her chin. Trying her best to look like she was capable of looking upwards. Trying her best to hide the facial expression screaming "This is a stranger. I can't wiggle my fingers. I have no leverage. Should I start screaming for help?" She had almost dozed off, but a sudden weight woke her up. But, as the look on Allisons face staring down at her grew from the friendly face she knew, into…it almost looked sexual. Possessive. Like...she was too afraid to follow those thoughts further. She was just being paranoid, the very idea is absurd. Right? But Kelly couldn't block out that fear, like it was water slowly dripping on her forehead.
Kelly couldn't hide her concern for very long at all . Allison looked down at her and admired her handiwork, Kelly wasn't even budging the sand which means she really isn't going anywhere. It was just then she realized that she really liked this part. Kelly hadn't even noticed her feet were sticking out yet, and had no clue of her intentions. "She still probably doesn't even realize she's in trouble the airhead." Allison mocked. The power Allison felt was indescribable. She had Kelly up to her chin, totally isolated, and she alone held her only hope for escape. She wanted to start slowly, though. Build up this fear.
Allison decided now was a good a time as any to give Kelly the full scope. (Cue the soundtrack of "Something to Tide You Over", Allison thought. A new favorite movie she discovered). She slid down on her knees and thighs, and slowly pushed away the excess sand pile in front of her face, kneeling in front of her victim. Allison didn't say a word as she did, ignoring Kellys pleas for explanation.
With all the sand pushed away, she could finally bask in her work. "Ahh, isn't this lovely?" She asked Kelly, the first thing she said in a while.
The girl looked up as best she could, trying to lift her arms. Growing more and more afraid each second. She couldn't see anybody to call over, couldn't hear anybody..."How long does this last, again?" Kelly tried her best to sound cool.
"Oh, you know, until whenever." Allison stretched her feet out, her cute tiny soles in dead center of Kellys view. She moaned with delight scrunching her toes with glee. Her eyes shut and her nose crinkled. Kelly was caught off guard by how cute Allison could be if she wanted. Allison fantasized about Kelly enjoying her soles, knowing it's a fools effort. She never dreamed that Kelly was into feet about as much as she was, in the exact same capacity of control and torment. And, Ironically, Kelly was angrily monologging what she would do to this girl if she found her weakness, and maybe her ticklish spot..first she would need to escape.
Allison looked at her captive no longer with any filters. All the desire, frustration, lust and fantasy of control finally came to the surface. She brushed the girls hair, stroked her cheeks, pinched her ears, almost like she was a doll. "Aww, look at youuu!!.." she cooed sarcastically. Needing to still do double takes to confirm she really had Kelly Caze buried up to her neck. Kelly had never felt such a sense of defeat or helplessness before. She almost felt embarrassed.
It was finally time. Allison patted Kelly possessively on her head, and starting slowly inching backwards, much to the girls confusion. She made sure the entire time Kelly could still see her soles, Allison settled for just pretending Kelly was looking with interest. In another situation, Kelly may have even shared her secret interest. But presently she was more worried about this girl who just buried her on a deserted beach and was ignoring her requests to be dug out.
"What are you doing? Seriously, Allison, you're scaring me. Can you dig me out now? Please????" Kelly was losing her reserve. She had already lost her physical leverage and now she was losing any verbal power she had had. She wasn't going to be able to hide much longer inside herself. Allison probably already knew, anyways. Kelly was still trying to wiggle her way out, horrified at every attempt at how tightly she was packed in here. Her chin now mostly covered in sand, she looked more and more vulnerable and pathetic to Allison. She savored the expressions ranging from fear, to anger, to confusion. Allison relished in the looks following yet another failed attempt to free a shoulder or arm.
Allison had very slowly inched back, preventing Kellys view of her own undoing - her soft, bare soles jutting upwards, facing the sky. Just far enough apart to prevent one covering the other. Sadly for the victim here, her captor actually does understand the position in which she's found herself. Kellys secret already betrayed, she had no leverage of any kind to free herself, nothing to offer for a chance to just get out of the hole.
When she finally had both feet in-between her legs, stretching out to either side, she flashed her soles to Kelly one last time and again scrunched her little toes. Allison knowing too well the weakness of overly ticklish soles, she still enjoyed the feeling of just not quite being vulnerable, but feeling so very slightly. She enjoyed knowing that Kelly could see, wonder, but not indulge at all. Besides, Kelly was the last person Allison would reveal her sensitivities too, especially the weakness they shared.
There was a sand mound in-between Kellys head and feet, and Allison felt the time to smooth it over and show Kelly the genius of her trap had finally come. Kellys feet looked so soft, like they were just aching to be touched. Her small toes twitched sometimes. Allison looked Kelly right in her eyes one last time before she revealed the truth, the confusion was now only fear. She watched worriedly as Allison started smoothing out the sand.
"Huh? What are you doing? DIG ME OUT PLEASE." Kelly cried. Watching as this girl slowly unblocked her vision. Eventually, Kelly slowly learned the truth. The girl was hiding...her...feet? She didn't understand at all. She felt relief, maybe this was all a gag.
Allison just started at her feet. "You know, I've always dreamed of this.." she cooed never looking up. Kelly didn't know what was so interesting about the bottoms of her feet, but she was getting weirded out. Kelly was too scared to even recognize her own fetish, her thoughts exclusively on release now. Any other day a girl looking at her feet would be interesting, today, she felt worse as time went on.
"You're feet are just so perfect. And, well, I've been so excited to tell you. I know your little secret." She smiled seductively, hoping Kelly would get the hint. Kelly squirmed when she heard "perfect", and her toes scrunched slightly and Allison almost drooled as she saw this, saw her arch and sole wrinkle. Allison lost it. She couldn't wait another second. She very slowly and carefully dragged her index finger lightly up Kellys left arch.
The reaction was exactly what Allison wanted. Shock, turned fear, turned attempted strength, attempting to hide it, followed by the almost body rocking expression of understanding that dawned onto Kelly. The moment Allison realized Kelly knew exactly how much trouble she was in, she almost passed out from excitement.
The poor girl up to her chin looked around wildly. She had felt someone touch her soles. This was bad. She had never been so exposed save that one instance, and here she was right back where she started. Except, this time there wasn't the safety of family. Allison was giving off a very unsettling vibe, like she's almost obsessed. And Kelly couldn't do a thing to stop her. She gulped and looked into her captors eyes, wild with lust and power. Her small toes quivered.
*** 3 hours later ***
Kelly was almost hoarse from screaming. Allison had unrelentingly assaulted her poor exposed soles for hours. Slow at first, gradually picking up the pace. She meticulously went over and found every single place where Kellys feet were ticklish. She had nothing left, she had completely succumbed to her torment. Shaking her head and pleading for remorse was all she had left, but, sadly for her, she couldn't have found a more sadistic captor.
"Mmm, I love how /soft/ these feet are! I just want to rub them!!" Allison wouldn't let up, she had waited years for this. Kelly was turning purple, she really hadn't given the poor thing a break at all. "Boy, she's in for a long rest of forever. I wonder if she still thinks she'll be set free?" Allison only mused however, she intended Kellys imprisonment to be permanent. Like she would give these feet up.
She continued to slowly and quickly stroke up arches, across soles and between tiny toes. Allison also made an unexpected breakthrough in controlling Kellys mental state around this time: She had discovered, purely by chance, the absolute worst way to tickle Kelly. In her experimenting, she learned placing her fingers and hands flat on her soles, and rubbing them very gently and sensually up-and-down, sent Kelly beyond berserk. The poor girls red face was a flood of fear, laughter, terror and vulnerability.
Allison had never seen someone truly loose control, unable to contain themselves like this before. She stared as the trapped feet quivered and shook. Her toes scrunching and stretching, wrinkling her perfect soles for Allisons delight. Her favorite, though, was listening to the music of Kellys voice. Screaming, pleading, begging, crying, going hoarse just hoping for rescue. Allison had thought this through already, no help was ever coming.
"P-p-pplllelaseahaha!!!!! Please god Allison just STOP. PLEASE!" Kellys face was shaking. She was dreading every light touch. Somebody so much smaller than her was barely touching her, but she couldn't have any less control now. Anything for freedom she prayed. She got her chance after Allison believed she may pass out.
"Okay, now that you know I'm for real, let's talk about you being let go." Kellys heart jumped, had this been a prank!?
"If you want freedom, you'll have to give me information." Allison grinned. She had to keep her plan going despite her success, she had other girls she wanted to bring to visit Kelly and now she was broken. She laid on her side, and began playing with Kelly's toes; Kelly wasn't doing the best job of containing herself anymore. Her mouth wide open with her adorable laugh. Hair sticking every which way, her feet shaking, trying to kick and her toes curling. Allison finally stopped and hadn't said a word. Kelly blushed and sighed heavily. She began to accept her position. For now, she had to play this little bitch's game.
"What could I possibly tell you to get out of this?" Allison could hear the exhaustion and knew now was the right time to have her sell out the very person who caused her predicament in Allisons loving, warm, constricting embrace: her sister Lucy. She wouldn't tell Kelly so yet, but she wouldn't be buried alone here forever. No no, far from it. Allison was so close to completing everything.
"Well, I think it's clear I enjoy these feet of yours." She said patting them, taking care not to tickle her for once. Kelly jumped anyways with a feeling of embarrassment. ("How pathetic is this?" She whined internally. "She has me by my fucking feet!"). "So, I want to hear about you getting tickled in your younger days with Lucy. Tell me stories!!" Allison put on her bubbly young lass voice again.
It took Allisons hands being softly and flatly placed onto Kellys soles, with a sense of knowing the extent of this method of torture, followed by very loud and intense pleading, for the trapped victim to finally accept Allisons terms.
"Ohhhh my god. If only she didn't do that thing with her hands being flat. Her hands are just so soft...I just can't take it. My feet can't take it. Why does that tickle me so FUCKING HORRIBLY?!?! God these feet I hate it!!! Somebody please come save me!" Inside Kellys head was nothing but fear now. Fear of Allison, and fear of, for the first time in her life, being truly helpless.
She relented that despite how ticklish she was, Lucy was always the victim when it came to this kind of thing. Kelly told Allison about the previous time she was buried, and Allison could tell from her heavy words and expressions that she had picked the perfect bondage. Kelly continued on, further explaining how she treated her sisters ticklish feet. Telling how more recently Lucy had learned her sister was perhaps more ticklish even than her, and how she feared Lucy plotting some sort of revenge.
The story that most stuck out to Allison involved a fold up couch. She could hear the joy of control in Kellys voice during the story, the same one she was sure to have herself currently.
Kelly almost happily told how she convinced Lucy to lay inside the couch while Kelly shut it. Afterwards, she looked at her sisters head, and for the first time really appreciated control. Just before releasing her, she realized both her feet were also exposed. Kelly with a certain degree of pride told Allison how she spent almost 45 minutes removing Lucy's shoes and socks - taking so long because she couldn't get enough of her sister bucking against the couch holding her down tight, Lucy screaming to stop and release her, the cries and moans of being completely incapacitated, but not realizing so until it's too late.
"I never felt more powerful until I had somebody totally trapped, knowing they have a certain sensitivity...or weakness if you prefer..and telling them that you're going to exploit it, exploit them! And they can't do a thing to stop you, because moments ago they allowed themselves to be made fucking trapped, by the very person intent on torturing them." Kelly almost moaned. In that moment, her and Allison completely understood each other. Kellys feet quivered as she felt light brushes from Allison every couple minutes, both girls locked eyes and realized that Kelly could have very well put Allison in this hole if she had the chance.
"You mean like you're situation, now? Feel any remorse for the victim now that its your feet you lost control of?" Allison smiled an evil grin and dug her nails into Kellys toes causing her to howl. She slowly and evilly flattened both of her hands on top of Kellys soles, looking her right in the eyes. The wide eyed look of fear could have fooled anybody that something much worse than tickling was about to befall Kelly. Allison slowly and gently rubbed her soles, sending Kelly into the uncontrollable. She tried to buck. She cried, screamed, begged, offered to do anything. Anything at all. Allison suddenly stopped.
"Anything, you say?" She had been waiting for this. Kelly gasped, ready for a reprieve. "YES! JUST STOP!" Allison accepted. The poor girl breathed heavily, as Allison explained the information she wanted. Kellys eyes grew wide with...despair. Anything but that? Please? Allison looked at her firmly moving a flat palm toward her ravaged sole. Kelly caved immediately, and told Allison every single detail about Lucy's ticklishness. Worst spots, worst methods, objects, Kelly even knew what to say to her that most upset her if she couldn't get away.
She had even given Allison things only her and Kelly would know: information to gain the girls trust - Allison had everything she needed now to deceive Lucy into her clutches. It only occurred to Kelly afterwards that Allison was asking outside of fantasizing about her sister. She slowly realized, Allison was after Lucy too! NO! She had told Allison too much. If she fell to this girls manipulation, Lucy almost surely would. Kelly has probably enslaved her sister to a similar torment. Guilt grew upon her that almost matched the fear inside her when she watched Allison stare at the bottoms of her poor, trapped feet.
Kelly wished she could take back the last few hours of her life.
