Okay, I will give this a try.
Once upon a time there were three female travelers in the jungle. Their names were Ann, Barb, and Cindy.
Ann was the oldest. She was an archeologist. She had red hair. She had green eyes. She dressed in khakis, and wore thick socks and rugged boots. "All right, today we are going to explore this vast jungle," she said to the two other female travelers. "We have a long hike ahead of us."
Barb nodded. "All right, I am ready to go." Barb was Ann's research assistant. She was Jewish, and had an olive complexion and dark nappy hair. Like Ann her boss, she was dressed for the jungle in a proper safari outfit: hat, khakis, socks and boots.
Both Barb and Ann also had on the proper amounts of sun screen and insect repellent and had taken all their shots and were well prepared for the jungle.
Unfortunately they were saddled with Cindy. Cindy had curly blonde hair and eyes of blue like her mother, Sarah Jane. Cindy was very rich, and was financing the expedition. She insisted on coming along, even though she was wearing a little black evening dress and high heels.
Cindy shook her head, and gave Ann a poke in the tummy. "Oh no. I am not ready to go. We already walked very far yesterday. And the day before."
Ann giggled, squirming at the touch. She ran a hand through her red bangs. "Well, what do you want us to do?"
Cindy shook her head again. "My feet hurt. I want you both to massage my legs and feet." She pointed at the tent that they were sharing. "I will lie down. You will both kneel and massage me until I am feeling better."
Barb laughed in amazement. "You want us to get down and rub your feet? Is that all, oh great Queen Cindy?"
Cindy glanced down at Barb's legs, long nails raking against bare thigh. "My feet hurt because you didn't tell me the proper outfit to pack. So, I want you to take off your own boots and socks."
Barb giggled for a moment, but quickly glared at Cindy. "No way! I will do no such thing!"
Cindy shot Ann a look. "It would be a terrible thing if funding for all your future expeditions dried up. Tell her to do as told." She poked Ann on the hip, wiggling a finger.
Ann tried to hold back a chuckle. She glanced between Barb and Cindy. She let out a sigh, and nodded. "I'm sorry, but you'd better do it, Barb."
Barb clenched her fists for a moment, looking like she was ready to slap Cindy in the face.
Ann poked Barb in the ribs, and she whispered: "Just play along with her for now. I have an idea for later." She ran her hand up and down Barb's ribs.
Barb burst into giggles. Laughing, she pushed Ann's hand away, and sat down on a fallen log. Slowly, with both Ann and Cindy watching her, she unlaced first her left boot and then her right boot. She took off her left boot and then slowly peeled off the sock. Then she took off her right boot and her other sock.
Cindy smiled. "All right, give them here."
Ann suddenly squatted down and grabbed the boots and socks. "Nonsense. Your pretty feet should not go into these smelly boots yet. I will take this stuff down to the river and wash these socks." Clutching the boots in one hand, she wiggled her fingers on Barb's toes. "Be back in a bit."
Ann left, Cindy alone with a suddenly giggling Barb.
Cindy slapped the grass in front of Barb. "All right. While she is busy, you massage my feet." She pointed at the tent. "Slide in here and keep your own feet by the pillows. I saw how you giggled when Ann touched you. If you try anything funny, I will tickle your feet silly. So give me a good, decent massage."
Barb nodded. "Eww... I have no desire to tickle your feet. Don't touch mine, either. I'll rub your feet like you want. Just don't expect me to be happy about it." She opened the tent flap and slid in, legs sliding forward until Cindy could see Barb's feet by her own face.
Without any real zest or enthusiasm, Barb took off Cindy's shoes and began rubbing Cindy's feet, careful not to tickle them.
It was boring, tiring work, and she soon found herself getting sleepy. Cindy was about to complain, but then Ann came back. Anne took off her boots and socks and also got into the tent, her feet on the other side of Cindy. Anne did a much better job at rubbing Cindy's feet, and Cindy found herself dozing with bliss. It was tiring work, and Anne took a nap as well. Soon, all three female travelers were sleeping, with Cindy in the middle, her bare feet sticking out of the tent.
This being the jungle, a tiger came strolling into their camp. Fortunately for the three women, the tiger had just recently fed and was simply on the way back home. Simply curious, it sniffed one of the bare feet sticking out of the tent and began licking it. Perhaps it enjoyed the salty taste, but it began licking the foot over and over again.
Cindy woke up from her nap with a slight giggle on her lips, not sure what was going on. she was lying on her back, one hand pinned under Anne and one hand pinned under Barb. Her fuzzy mind told her a foot was being tickled somewhere. She glanced at the two bare feet to her left, and then saw the two bare feet on her right. Then the tiger began licking again, and she realized it was her own foot. As the licking continued, Cindy tried to move, but she was squashed between the other two and she was pinned down. All she could do was laugh, over and over again, as her bare foot was tickled. "Ahahahah... that tickles!"
Ann muttered in her sleep: "Barb, are you tickling Cindy?"
Barb shook her head. "No, I'm trying to sleep, is that you doing it?"
"No. Let's go back to sleep."
Cindy laughed out loud. "Haha.. wait! No! Stop tickling me! Ahahahah! AHAHAH! Cut it out!"
Ann shook her head. "Cindy, what are you talking about? Is Barb tickling you?"
"Hahahaha! No, it's not Barb! Please stop tickling me! AHAHAHAHAHHAH!"
Ann shrugged. "Okay, well, I'm not tickling you either. Be quiet or I will."
Barb nodded. "Yeah, be quiet or we'll really show you some tickle torture."
The tiger now switched to the other foot, and began licking that. One massive paw pinned the ankle down, preventing any sort of movement or escape.
Cindy wanted to grab her sides, she was laughing so much. "My foot! Ahahah aHAHAH AHAHHAHHA! Oh god, my foot! AHAHA HAHAHAHAHH AHHAAH!"
Ann grunted. "No one is going to rub your feet any more today. Stop being a brat, or we're going to make you kiss and rub our feet."
Barb slapped Cindy lightly on the face with her toes. "Yeah, be quiet. You kept us running errands for you all day. Let us nap now."
Cindy shook her head, looking at one set of legs and then the other. "Ahahahahhaha! HAHAHAHHA! You don't understand! Hahahahahah HAHH! Oh god, stop tickling my bare foot! AHAHHA AHAHH AHAH AHAHAHH!"
Ann finally got up. "Ok, that it's. I'm going to gag you just to shut you up." And she stuffed one of Barb's socks in Cindy's mouth, then wrapped the other sock all the way around her head in a cleave gag.
Ann and Barb went back to a quiet and peaceful sleep, while Cindy was left with her hands trapped, ankles pinned and mouth gagged, unable to do anything but endure the constant licking of her bare feet. "Ahah AHAHAHAH Nnngh Mmmppph! Nnnn! Mmmppphh! AhahahahHA! AHAHAHH AHAHAH AHAH!" She shook her head, going crazy with the tickling. "AhahahAHha! Ohhh! AHahahhh! OhooooHHHH! Mmmppph! Mmmmppphh! AHAHAHHHH!"
The tiger now had both feet together, one foot trapped under each paw, and it began licking back and forth from side to side, going from one arch and insole to the other and back again.
Cindy closed her eyes and arched her back, giggling again and again. It was making her go crazy, and all she could do was laugh. "Ahahahhahha! MMMpppph! Mmpppph! AHAHAH! HAAHHAHAH AHHA! Nnph! Nnph! HAAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAHAHH AHHAHAHAHAHAH!" Two ticklish girls on each side of her. She couldn't touch either one. Couldn't tickle either set of feet. Couldn't even tell them or explain that she was being tickled. And she could not free herself or get her own feet away from that constantly licking tongue. "AHAHAH! OHhh! AHAHAHAHAHAHH! Oh! hahahahhahhh AHAHAHH! Oh! Oh! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH!"
There was no end to the licking. There was no way out of this at all. There was just that damn tongue, sliding up and down her soles, sliding between her toes, rasping across her heels, tickling her arches and teasing her insoles. "AHHahahh! ahahhah! AHAHAHAHHAAAHHA! AHAHHH!" Nothing came out but laughter now. And even if she could talk, even if she could beg for mercy, the tiger would neither understand her nor care what she was saying. It was totally indifferent to her desires, and could care less that she was being tickled silly. Cindy thought this was totally unfair, and burst out laughing all over again. "Ahahah! HAAHAHAH! AHAh! a ahah! AHAHAHAHAHAHHHHA!"
And her giggles continued on like that long into the night.
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(Okay, that's all Captain Cavemen indicated he desired. Those who want more, or who want variations and other ideas, feel free to post and indicate so. Otherwise, this will stand as is.)