Kate sighed contentedly as she felt Marcus slide an arm around her still-tingling body. She flexed her legs slightly, matching her posture to his and relaxed into his embrace. Only one thing was missing to make the scene complete, and she wished briefly she’d thought to mention it before Marcus had gotten back into bed.
“What’s wrong?” Marcus asked, his voice mixing equal parts concern and amusement as he felt her shoulders and back tense slightly against his chest.
“Nothing, I was just thinking I should have asked you to grab me a hot chocolate from the kitchen on your way back. Doesn’t matter though, I’ve got everything I need right here.” She said, reaching back to run a hand along his hip and thigh, enjoying the feeling of his muscles flexing under her touch.
Marcus didn’t say anything but, moving carefully, he rolled to his right, leant down and grabbed something from the floor with his right hand, brining it up and round until he was once again curled around her body, his hand in front of her holding a steaming mug.
“What! How did you…?” Kate spluttered, wondering how the hell he’d known what she’d want. They’d only been going out a few months and she knew, with absolute certainty, she’d never had a drink of anything after they’d made love.
“Hey, if I can’t provide anything you want at a moments notice, I wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend now would I?” He replied, and she could feel the smug smile against her neck as he leant forward to kiss her gently, running his mouth slowly, teasingly along her sensitive skin.
“Alright Mr ‘I-can-do-anything”, if you’re that good, how about a real challenge?”
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, throwing her slightly as she didn’t have an answer ready and she scrambled for a reply.
“Well, umm, it’s my birthday in two weeks, how about doing something for that?”
“Fine by me, but you know this really doesn’t work if you don’t tell me what you expect to happen.” Once again she heard the smugness in his voice, and decided there and then to throw him something he couldn’t possibly do, just to see the look on his face.
“Okay, well, how about fulfilling a fantasy?” She asked, grinding back against him as she said it to leave him in no doubt what sort of fantasy she was referring to.
“Go on.”
“I want to be taken away from all this, away from this world. Kidnapped by, by an alien and taken to their planet for their strange ways to awaken me to a whole new sense of my sexuality.” She grinned, proud at both the sheer lunacy of the task and the improvised B movie acting. “If you could arrange that darling it would b much appreciated.”
The next two weeks passed in a blur of work and responsibilities. They were both involved in the finance industry for one of the major banks in the city and as such tended to keep long hours. They saw each other a few times, but nothing more was said about her impossible request, although as her birthday approached Kate found herself growing just a little nervous. Every time she thought about it she laughed to herself at the mental picture of Marcus’s face as he had to admit there was something he couldn’t do, yet somehow, at the back of her mind a small voice kept wondering if it was possible that he wouldn’t fail.
Her birthday was on a Thursday and they’d both taken the following day off work to celebrate. Kate got back from work slightly earlier than usual and found a clothes hanger draped over her door with a suit cover hiding the contents. Attached to it was a card, which stated simply: “Wear this and I’ll meet you at seven. M”
Curious she took the hanger inside her room and unzipped the suit cover. Inside was a simple outfit of a crisp whiter shirt and a black skirt long enough to reach just below mid thigh when she was sitting down. As she removed them from the hanger she caught a glimpse of something reflecting the ceiling light and her heart almost stopped.
It was a simple thing, a thin gold chain connected to a teardrop pendant, but what took her breath away was the pendant itself. In its centre was a single, perfect diamond that seemed to catch every last photon of light and reflect it back a thousand times brighter than before. She slipped the chain around her neck and struggled for a moment to secure the clasp, an odd latch arrangement causing her problems before she managed to overlap the leavers correctly. It sat against the hollow of her throat like a captured star, her smooth tanned skin providing the perfect backdrop. She admired herself in the mirror for a few long moments, then shock her head and moved to put on the rest of the outfit.
Once she’d finished dressing she headed over to her wardrobe to find a pair of shoes to match the clothes, only to find a large gift-wrapped box waiting for her. Inside were a pair of black boots, not particularly tall and with only a small heel, but made of leather so soft it felt like she’d worn them for years as they slipped perfectly around her feet and up her calves. To her surprise she found they zipped up rather than laced, which struck her as slightly unusual considering the obvious craftsmanship that had gone into them, but she didn’t worry about it.
A glance in the mirror was all she needed to realise that Marcus really had outdone himself. The overall effect was that of a cross between schoolgirl and princess, and she realised she could go almost anywhere, to a club, restaurant, movie, show or any of a hundred other places, without looking conspicuous or out-of-place. She glanced at the clock and realised she had barely five minutes to finish getting ready. Quickly she pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail, a style that suited both her and her outfit, and applied a few finishing touches. As the clock ticked over to seven o’clock there was a ring at the door and she hurried to open it.
There stood Marcus, dressed formally in a tuxedo that fitted him perfectly, highlighting his physique as only a properly tailored suit can do, his eyes travelling slowly down and up her body, appreciation clear in his expression. Without saying a word he reached down and kissed her, holding the kiss for a long time as they each revelled in the other’s presence. Finally the kiss ended, and they pulled apart, Marcus holding something out towards her. She reached out and took the small black box and opened it to reveal a pair of sunglasses.
They were a wraparound design with large lenses and as she slipped them on she realised he’d had the lenses altered for whatever he had planned tonight. Even in the artificial light in the hallway she should still be able to make out details through the dark lenses, but instead blackness descended over her. The lenses had been tinted to the point it was virtually impossible to see though them, effectively acting as a blindfold. Marcus slipped his arm into hers and gently escorted her down the corridor, looking for all the world like a young couple starting out on a romantic night, rather than a woman dependant on someone else to guide her to an unknown destination.
They walked in silence; rode the lift down to the parking lot and Marcus helped her into a car. The door shut beside her and a few seconds later there was the sound of an engine and the sensation of movement. Kate sat still, acting as if she was tied to the seat, wanting to see where exactly this was going, and what Marcus had in mind.
They drove for about twenty minutes and try as she might to follow the turns in her mind Kate had no idea where they were heading, or how to get back home. Finally the engine died and she heard the sound of a door opening, followed by a sudden inrush of air as her own door opened and a hand reached in to guide her up and out of the car. She was led down what sounded like a concrete floor and on into a narrow corridor, her right arm occasionally brushing against a tiled surface. Finally she heard what sounded like hydraulics moving, a strange scraping sound of metal on metal and then she was guided down into a metal seat. She sat still, determined not to show any sign of the nervousness that was starting to course through her body, and then jumped as something cold and hard was swung over her head, locking into place and holding her tightly in the seat. A second later there was a soft snap and she found her wrists secured firmly to the metal device in front of her. There was the sound of footsteps and that metal-on-metal sound again, then silence.
Suddenly the room started to shake around her, a gentle vibration that built in intensity until she thought she was in the centre of an earthquake. The room rolled like an ocean liner, a roaring sound building around her, as the vibrations grew and grew. The sound got louder, engulfing her and causing her to loose all sense of time and space as it battered her senses like a physical presence. Then, slowly, gradually both the noise and vibration died, returning the room to stillness as she sat trapped, breathing hard and trying to regain her composure.
A noise from the far end of the room caught her attention as she could just hear an almost-silent footfall as someone approached. There were several quiet clicks and the restraints on her wrists were released, the bar in front of her swung upwards as a pair of hands slid under her legs, picking her up bodily and carrying her out of the room. She could feel the gentle swaying as whoever it was that held her walked maybe thirty steps from the room, then she let out a yelp as she was dropped without warning. There was nothing she could do to break her fall and braced herself as she hit the ground…
… and bounced! In disbelief she reached up and ripped the sunglasses away from her face and gazed around her. A dark sky hung overhead, the star field at once familiar and different, and she realised with a start that there were two moons hanging in front of her, maybe thirty degrees apart in the sky, one slightly larger than the other and both were a slightly brighter shade of white than she was used to. Around her dark cliffs rose into the gloom, rocks jutting up from the black ground like the teeth of some ancient predator. And the ground itself, was hard as she would expect but somehow she could almost feel herself bouncing as she glanced around, as if there were barely enough gravity here to keep her anchored to the planet. No, no, it was impossible; this couldn’t actually be another planet she thought to herself. There had to be another explanation, there had to be. She heard a noise behind her and turned quickly, only for a shriek to escape her mouth.
In front of her was a six-foot tall monster; humanoid in appearance but the face was blank, like a shop mannequin. The proportions were wrong as well, the legs looked too long in the calf and short in the thigh, the arms the same with the forearm too long to be human, the fingers on each hand short and stubby. She reeled backwards from the apparition, hands reaching out to try and ward it off and she stumbled as she forgot the lower gravity here. She fell to her back and rolled to her right, trying to get away from this monster, but it moved with incredible speed, long bouncing strides that seemed to match its physique. Before she could move it was on top of her, pinning her down on her stomach like a fish out of water, its legs holding her tightly around her sides.
Its short fingers ran over her body and she froze for a second, remembering the last part of her challenge to Marcus, wondering what on earth, or anywhere else for that matter, she was going to experience. She got her answer quickly enough as the hands found the hem of her shirt and slid underneath it, moving to her ribs on both sides of her body and started to scrape long, sharp fingernails along her sensitive skin.
Kate was an only child and her parents had never been overly touchy-feely sort of people. The result was that in all her 23 years she’d only ever heard of the sensations caused by tickling second hand through a couple of her closer friends, and had never really believed what they told her. How it could make you completely helpless in a matter of seconds, how something so seemingly small could make you howl and beg with no chance of resistance, how an experienced tickler could turn it from a torture to exquisite pleasure in only a few seconds and leave you torn between wanting more and begging for mercy. None of these stories she’d believed, until now.
The alien hands raced along her sides, moving under the shirt from her hips past her ribs to her armpits and down again, and in a matter of seconds she felt her body betray her as she started to laugh uncontrollably. The fingers poked and wriggled on seemingly every last inch of skin, lighting up her nerves like electric shocks, making her muscles twitch and strain for escape. Any thoughts of escape fled as she found her strength draining as the hands roamed over her skin, never giving her a chance to adapt to any one attack, barely giving her chance to breathe. She found herself panting for air, her laughter becoming weaker as it competed with the urgent desire of her lungs to draw air and she saw red spots dancing in front of her eyes.
Suddenly the creature ceased its attack, pulling its hands back as it leant down to place that blank face inches from her ear. “Where is it?” The thing hissed, a voice so low it seemed to reverberate in her very bones, a kind of wet, scaly hiss overlaying everything that it said. “Where is the source?”
Kate tried to find the air to reply, to tell this thing she had no idea what it was talking about but she simply couldn’t do anything but gasp. Taking her silence as defiance the creature pulled back, shifting position so that it was facing her legs and feet, hands running gently over her ass in a motion that she was shocked to discover she found erotic. But it didn’t, couldn’t, last and the hands dipped lower, finding the bare skin of her legs and sliding along them quickly, flicking the long nails against her over and over, up and down her flesh from the hem of the skirt down to her knees, around the front of the kneecap then delving deep into the hollow behind them.
Kate found herself laughing once more, though she found she could almost handle the tickling on her thighs without minding it, in fact she realised suddenly, she wished the creature would move further up her legs. That thought confused her, what on earth was happening to her to have her thinking about sexual relief with this abomination, this mockery of a human being that was tormenting her? It was a thought that was immediately banished as the thing reached her knees and she found herself writhing under its touch. The tickling grew more intense as the creature seemed to pick up on her reactions, concentrating its efforts on the small patch of skin behind the knee, dragging the edges of its nails across the exposed flesh and ripping laughter from her body she never knew herself capable of.
Suddenly a long metallic rasping noise intruded into her mind, and she felt a gust of air hit the now exposed side of her calf. With a chilling certainty she knew what it was doing, felt her boots slide down and off her legs with surprising grace and her mind flashed back to what her best friend had once told her about the one and only time her boyfriend, now husband, had ever tickled her feet. How, in the space of a minute she’d gone from proud defiance to helpless wreck, how she’d promised him anything, anything his heart desired, to get him to stop, and how to this day she couldn’t let anyone touch her soles.
A single finger tracing slow, lazy lines down her right sole interrupted her recollection, and she screwed her eyes closed in terror, trying to fight back, trying to resist. A second finger joined the first on her right sole as a single finger touched her left. Still she hung on, biting her lip as tears started to leak from her eyes. A third and second finger respectively found their way to her feet and now her whole body was shaking, her head flying from side to side, her ponytail following her motions and inadvertently adding to the tickling as it passed over her neck. Without warning she felt the rest of the fingers join in the attack and she lost control.
She howled, threw her head back and shrieked with laughter as the fingers built up speed, scratching, poking and prodding at her smooth soles, the long nails rasping across her skin as she jerked and jumped at every single touch on her virgin feet. The fingers moved slowly down her sole to the heel as she pounded the ground with her fists, each blow rebounding higher than she expected it to. The hands that tormented her reached the edge of her ankle and turned, moving back up towards her toes and all she wanted to do was beg, to plead and promise the world itself if it would stop, even if only for a moment. But she had no air, no control over her own body and most importantly no time as the things probing digits reached her toes and slipped its nails in between to the untouched skin.
“What’s wrong?” Marcus asked, his voice mixing equal parts concern and amusement as he felt her shoulders and back tense slightly against his chest.
“Nothing, I was just thinking I should have asked you to grab me a hot chocolate from the kitchen on your way back. Doesn’t matter though, I’ve got everything I need right here.” She said, reaching back to run a hand along his hip and thigh, enjoying the feeling of his muscles flexing under her touch.
Marcus didn’t say anything but, moving carefully, he rolled to his right, leant down and grabbed something from the floor with his right hand, brining it up and round until he was once again curled around her body, his hand in front of her holding a steaming mug.
“What! How did you…?” Kate spluttered, wondering how the hell he’d known what she’d want. They’d only been going out a few months and she knew, with absolute certainty, she’d never had a drink of anything after they’d made love.
“Hey, if I can’t provide anything you want at a moments notice, I wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend now would I?” He replied, and she could feel the smug smile against her neck as he leant forward to kiss her gently, running his mouth slowly, teasingly along her sensitive skin.
“Alright Mr ‘I-can-do-anything”, if you’re that good, how about a real challenge?”
“What did you have in mind?” he asked, throwing her slightly as she didn’t have an answer ready and she scrambled for a reply.
“Well, umm, it’s my birthday in two weeks, how about doing something for that?”
“Fine by me, but you know this really doesn’t work if you don’t tell me what you expect to happen.” Once again she heard the smugness in his voice, and decided there and then to throw him something he couldn’t possibly do, just to see the look on his face.
“Okay, well, how about fulfilling a fantasy?” She asked, grinding back against him as she said it to leave him in no doubt what sort of fantasy she was referring to.
“Go on.”
“I want to be taken away from all this, away from this world. Kidnapped by, by an alien and taken to their planet for their strange ways to awaken me to a whole new sense of my sexuality.” She grinned, proud at both the sheer lunacy of the task and the improvised B movie acting. “If you could arrange that darling it would b much appreciated.”
The next two weeks passed in a blur of work and responsibilities. They were both involved in the finance industry for one of the major banks in the city and as such tended to keep long hours. They saw each other a few times, but nothing more was said about her impossible request, although as her birthday approached Kate found herself growing just a little nervous. Every time she thought about it she laughed to herself at the mental picture of Marcus’s face as he had to admit there was something he couldn’t do, yet somehow, at the back of her mind a small voice kept wondering if it was possible that he wouldn’t fail.
Her birthday was on a Thursday and they’d both taken the following day off work to celebrate. Kate got back from work slightly earlier than usual and found a clothes hanger draped over her door with a suit cover hiding the contents. Attached to it was a card, which stated simply: “Wear this and I’ll meet you at seven. M”
Curious she took the hanger inside her room and unzipped the suit cover. Inside was a simple outfit of a crisp whiter shirt and a black skirt long enough to reach just below mid thigh when she was sitting down. As she removed them from the hanger she caught a glimpse of something reflecting the ceiling light and her heart almost stopped.
It was a simple thing, a thin gold chain connected to a teardrop pendant, but what took her breath away was the pendant itself. In its centre was a single, perfect diamond that seemed to catch every last photon of light and reflect it back a thousand times brighter than before. She slipped the chain around her neck and struggled for a moment to secure the clasp, an odd latch arrangement causing her problems before she managed to overlap the leavers correctly. It sat against the hollow of her throat like a captured star, her smooth tanned skin providing the perfect backdrop. She admired herself in the mirror for a few long moments, then shock her head and moved to put on the rest of the outfit.
Once she’d finished dressing she headed over to her wardrobe to find a pair of shoes to match the clothes, only to find a large gift-wrapped box waiting for her. Inside were a pair of black boots, not particularly tall and with only a small heel, but made of leather so soft it felt like she’d worn them for years as they slipped perfectly around her feet and up her calves. To her surprise she found they zipped up rather than laced, which struck her as slightly unusual considering the obvious craftsmanship that had gone into them, but she didn’t worry about it.
A glance in the mirror was all she needed to realise that Marcus really had outdone himself. The overall effect was that of a cross between schoolgirl and princess, and she realised she could go almost anywhere, to a club, restaurant, movie, show or any of a hundred other places, without looking conspicuous or out-of-place. She glanced at the clock and realised she had barely five minutes to finish getting ready. Quickly she pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail, a style that suited both her and her outfit, and applied a few finishing touches. As the clock ticked over to seven o’clock there was a ring at the door and she hurried to open it.
There stood Marcus, dressed formally in a tuxedo that fitted him perfectly, highlighting his physique as only a properly tailored suit can do, his eyes travelling slowly down and up her body, appreciation clear in his expression. Without saying a word he reached down and kissed her, holding the kiss for a long time as they each revelled in the other’s presence. Finally the kiss ended, and they pulled apart, Marcus holding something out towards her. She reached out and took the small black box and opened it to reveal a pair of sunglasses.
They were a wraparound design with large lenses and as she slipped them on she realised he’d had the lenses altered for whatever he had planned tonight. Even in the artificial light in the hallway she should still be able to make out details through the dark lenses, but instead blackness descended over her. The lenses had been tinted to the point it was virtually impossible to see though them, effectively acting as a blindfold. Marcus slipped his arm into hers and gently escorted her down the corridor, looking for all the world like a young couple starting out on a romantic night, rather than a woman dependant on someone else to guide her to an unknown destination.
They walked in silence; rode the lift down to the parking lot and Marcus helped her into a car. The door shut beside her and a few seconds later there was the sound of an engine and the sensation of movement. Kate sat still, acting as if she was tied to the seat, wanting to see where exactly this was going, and what Marcus had in mind.
They drove for about twenty minutes and try as she might to follow the turns in her mind Kate had no idea where they were heading, or how to get back home. Finally the engine died and she heard the sound of a door opening, followed by a sudden inrush of air as her own door opened and a hand reached in to guide her up and out of the car. She was led down what sounded like a concrete floor and on into a narrow corridor, her right arm occasionally brushing against a tiled surface. Finally she heard what sounded like hydraulics moving, a strange scraping sound of metal on metal and then she was guided down into a metal seat. She sat still, determined not to show any sign of the nervousness that was starting to course through her body, and then jumped as something cold and hard was swung over her head, locking into place and holding her tightly in the seat. A second later there was a soft snap and she found her wrists secured firmly to the metal device in front of her. There was the sound of footsteps and that metal-on-metal sound again, then silence.
Suddenly the room started to shake around her, a gentle vibration that built in intensity until she thought she was in the centre of an earthquake. The room rolled like an ocean liner, a roaring sound building around her, as the vibrations grew and grew. The sound got louder, engulfing her and causing her to loose all sense of time and space as it battered her senses like a physical presence. Then, slowly, gradually both the noise and vibration died, returning the room to stillness as she sat trapped, breathing hard and trying to regain her composure.
A noise from the far end of the room caught her attention as she could just hear an almost-silent footfall as someone approached. There were several quiet clicks and the restraints on her wrists were released, the bar in front of her swung upwards as a pair of hands slid under her legs, picking her up bodily and carrying her out of the room. She could feel the gentle swaying as whoever it was that held her walked maybe thirty steps from the room, then she let out a yelp as she was dropped without warning. There was nothing she could do to break her fall and braced herself as she hit the ground…
… and bounced! In disbelief she reached up and ripped the sunglasses away from her face and gazed around her. A dark sky hung overhead, the star field at once familiar and different, and she realised with a start that there were two moons hanging in front of her, maybe thirty degrees apart in the sky, one slightly larger than the other and both were a slightly brighter shade of white than she was used to. Around her dark cliffs rose into the gloom, rocks jutting up from the black ground like the teeth of some ancient predator. And the ground itself, was hard as she would expect but somehow she could almost feel herself bouncing as she glanced around, as if there were barely enough gravity here to keep her anchored to the planet. No, no, it was impossible; this couldn’t actually be another planet she thought to herself. There had to be another explanation, there had to be. She heard a noise behind her and turned quickly, only for a shriek to escape her mouth.
In front of her was a six-foot tall monster; humanoid in appearance but the face was blank, like a shop mannequin. The proportions were wrong as well, the legs looked too long in the calf and short in the thigh, the arms the same with the forearm too long to be human, the fingers on each hand short and stubby. She reeled backwards from the apparition, hands reaching out to try and ward it off and she stumbled as she forgot the lower gravity here. She fell to her back and rolled to her right, trying to get away from this monster, but it moved with incredible speed, long bouncing strides that seemed to match its physique. Before she could move it was on top of her, pinning her down on her stomach like a fish out of water, its legs holding her tightly around her sides.
Its short fingers ran over her body and she froze for a second, remembering the last part of her challenge to Marcus, wondering what on earth, or anywhere else for that matter, she was going to experience. She got her answer quickly enough as the hands found the hem of her shirt and slid underneath it, moving to her ribs on both sides of her body and started to scrape long, sharp fingernails along her sensitive skin.
Kate was an only child and her parents had never been overly touchy-feely sort of people. The result was that in all her 23 years she’d only ever heard of the sensations caused by tickling second hand through a couple of her closer friends, and had never really believed what they told her. How it could make you completely helpless in a matter of seconds, how something so seemingly small could make you howl and beg with no chance of resistance, how an experienced tickler could turn it from a torture to exquisite pleasure in only a few seconds and leave you torn between wanting more and begging for mercy. None of these stories she’d believed, until now.
The alien hands raced along her sides, moving under the shirt from her hips past her ribs to her armpits and down again, and in a matter of seconds she felt her body betray her as she started to laugh uncontrollably. The fingers poked and wriggled on seemingly every last inch of skin, lighting up her nerves like electric shocks, making her muscles twitch and strain for escape. Any thoughts of escape fled as she found her strength draining as the hands roamed over her skin, never giving her a chance to adapt to any one attack, barely giving her chance to breathe. She found herself panting for air, her laughter becoming weaker as it competed with the urgent desire of her lungs to draw air and she saw red spots dancing in front of her eyes.
Suddenly the creature ceased its attack, pulling its hands back as it leant down to place that blank face inches from her ear. “Where is it?” The thing hissed, a voice so low it seemed to reverberate in her very bones, a kind of wet, scaly hiss overlaying everything that it said. “Where is the source?”
Kate tried to find the air to reply, to tell this thing she had no idea what it was talking about but she simply couldn’t do anything but gasp. Taking her silence as defiance the creature pulled back, shifting position so that it was facing her legs and feet, hands running gently over her ass in a motion that she was shocked to discover she found erotic. But it didn’t, couldn’t, last and the hands dipped lower, finding the bare skin of her legs and sliding along them quickly, flicking the long nails against her over and over, up and down her flesh from the hem of the skirt down to her knees, around the front of the kneecap then delving deep into the hollow behind them.
Kate found herself laughing once more, though she found she could almost handle the tickling on her thighs without minding it, in fact she realised suddenly, she wished the creature would move further up her legs. That thought confused her, what on earth was happening to her to have her thinking about sexual relief with this abomination, this mockery of a human being that was tormenting her? It was a thought that was immediately banished as the thing reached her knees and she found herself writhing under its touch. The tickling grew more intense as the creature seemed to pick up on her reactions, concentrating its efforts on the small patch of skin behind the knee, dragging the edges of its nails across the exposed flesh and ripping laughter from her body she never knew herself capable of.
Suddenly a long metallic rasping noise intruded into her mind, and she felt a gust of air hit the now exposed side of her calf. With a chilling certainty she knew what it was doing, felt her boots slide down and off her legs with surprising grace and her mind flashed back to what her best friend had once told her about the one and only time her boyfriend, now husband, had ever tickled her feet. How, in the space of a minute she’d gone from proud defiance to helpless wreck, how she’d promised him anything, anything his heart desired, to get him to stop, and how to this day she couldn’t let anyone touch her soles.
A single finger tracing slow, lazy lines down her right sole interrupted her recollection, and she screwed her eyes closed in terror, trying to fight back, trying to resist. A second finger joined the first on her right sole as a single finger touched her left. Still she hung on, biting her lip as tears started to leak from her eyes. A third and second finger respectively found their way to her feet and now her whole body was shaking, her head flying from side to side, her ponytail following her motions and inadvertently adding to the tickling as it passed over her neck. Without warning she felt the rest of the fingers join in the attack and she lost control.
She howled, threw her head back and shrieked with laughter as the fingers built up speed, scratching, poking and prodding at her smooth soles, the long nails rasping across her skin as she jerked and jumped at every single touch on her virgin feet. The fingers moved slowly down her sole to the heel as she pounded the ground with her fists, each blow rebounding higher than she expected it to. The hands that tormented her reached the edge of her ankle and turned, moving back up towards her toes and all she wanted to do was beg, to plead and promise the world itself if it would stop, even if only for a moment. But she had no air, no control over her own body and most importantly no time as the things probing digits reached her toes and slipped its nails in between to the untouched skin.
