This one is based on Saudelli's "The Blonde". Its reverential not a send up. If you're bloke or a shiela whos under 18. Bloody well stop right now and go read some other stuff, ok?
The Blonde and the Comix Heroines - Soletk & Quiller
Apparently the Blonde had had it with the cut-throat comix business. She thought her boss, Franco, as well as EROS Comix were getting pressure from some of the larger comix producers. So she decided to go on a little hunting trip to see if she mess up some of the other comix heroines. She thought she could make these soleful little wimps respond to some ticklish questions. (Unfortunately, none of these characters was aware of the perfidy of their comix producers and wouldn't be able to tell the Blonde what she wanted to know...) She was determined to get to the bottom of this conspiracy to restrict her comix sales. (Actually Franco would have told her if she asked that there was no conspiracy - just that they'd chosen a special niche market for their product!) She carried the deus-ex-machina gun which would render any captive helpless, vulnerable and tied in the position of your choice (no matter how special their powers). She would question them on some blank comic space that Franco had left lying around his studio. Franco was on a holiday between episodes so she wouldn't be disturbed for ages, so using the magic of toons she walked out of the 12 Pearls story she was supposed to be starring in and into...
...Betty and Veronica...
each awoke with a start in a strange white room without features, noticing they'd been hog-tied, side by side, big toes tethered, and their shoes and socks had been removed. The Blonde noticed that each pair of long delectable soles had been redrawn in the style of Saudelli comix due to his special toon chemistry infecting all his art paper. <g> She knew this would happen to any victim she brought to this place.
"Blonde, what's going on!??" asked Betty, her warm soft soles wriggling in the cool air. Her feet were elegantly slender, creamy white and long with elliptical balls, and long thin toes. Her arches were high and deeply wrinkled. Her nails gleamed in the strange white light.
"You'd better get us out of here!!", demanded Veronica foolishly, her soft white arches wrinkling, her toes quivering. Veronica's soles were pink, and slender except for her deep white wrinkly arches and the soft creamy flesh underneath her slender wriggling toes.
"Tell me what the plan is!" cried the Blonde, and without waiting for a reply she reached over to Veronica's trapped soles with a diabolical feather and began to tickle her soft arches!
Veronica shrieked with mad laughter. Unable to speak she writhed in ticklish response, her toes wiggling and her arches flexing. Tears trickled from her eyes as they widened in continuous forced delight. She could feel the wicked feather sliding up to investigate the ticklish balls of her feet and she could only shake her head and silently beg her tormentor not to tickle her there while she screamed in mad laughter!!? As if that wasn't bad enough she suddenly felt the blond direct the quill underneath her long ticklish toes to make her she weep and screech in mad laughter.
As this continued Betty, horrified at the thought that she would be next struggled vainly in her bonds, her soles quivering in anticipation, as she begged, "Please, we don't know what you are talking about... Stop it you'll drive her crazy!!! Please..."
Suddenly the Blonde stopped, and Veronica could relax and catch her breath. As soon as she could, she began to join Betty in her begging for mercy, but the Blonde, frowning in frustration, only began to use her fingertips to gently stroke Betty's ticklish soles while Betty cackled in crazed laughter. Betty screamed with laughter as she felt those nimble fingertips stroke and tickle her soles and underneath her slender toes for what seemed like an eternity.
Veronica winced as she watched betty's torment, her own soles wriggling in sympathy, but she continued to beg and cry that they knew nothing about anything!!!! Then she heard Betty stop laughing as the Blonde gave her a break.
"I still haven't heard what I wanted!" she cried, "So its lolly-pop time!!!
"What, do you mean!!?" cried Betty! Her soles were already pink and wiggling.
Kneeling down again the Blonde said, "This!!!" and began to lick and nibble continuously under all the toes before her, while her fingers gently stroked all four soles!! Veronica and Betty went crazy with insane screaming laughter. Each could feel alternating sensations from the stroking tickling fingertips or the Blonde's maddening hot mouth as it nibbled an licked their soft thin toes!!!! Each sobbed in cackling insane laughter as the tickling went on and on...
From time to time she stopped to let them speak, but their begging did not get her any closer to finding out what was going on. She began to suspect that these two really didn't know anything, but she thought she'd keep tickle-torturing them for a couple of hours each!!!! Then she'd have to question each of the others!
...Lois Lane...
Lois Lane didn't notice 'The Blonde ' leaning against the side of the Daily Planet building as she left work. Even if she had noticed she would only have seen a blonde supermodel type in black wearing a black 'Robin the Boy Wonder' eyemask. Anyway, she didn't read minority group comix, so she saw nothing. The Blonde followed her into the alley just short of her home then pounced and knocked her cold with either. The Blonde's heart rate leapt with the realisation that she was also taking on the 'man of steel' as well, messing about with his girlfriend.
Once in a chosen hideaway, the Blonde practised her bondage art on Lois and made her look like a Christmas gift with all the trimmings.
"What do you know about suppressing the sales of my comic ?"
"Mmmmmm. Mmmphhhh. Mmmnnmm." replied Lois through her gag.
"Not good enough !"
The Blonde had Lois' legs supported up on the back of a chair in front of her, her ankles bound to the backrest. Now kneeling on the chair brought the captive feet comfortably within reach. The eyes of the captive woman widened as the Blonde leaned forward and plucked off her right stiletto heel court shoe.
"Hmmm. Expensive. Comfy too. I wonder what the other side would feel like." Reversing the shoe in her grip the Blonde slowly traced a line down the seam of Lois' stockings with the steel stiletto tip.
The effect on Lois was immediate. She tried to arch her foot away from the teasing object and convulsed forward in laughter.
"Mmmhhheeehehehe. Mmmmhaahaha."
The Blonde began drawing lines using the improvised stylus, humming happily to herself as she sketched out her victims week spots. All this time Lois thrashed backwards and forwards and from side to side as the tickling stimulated her nervous system. The continual movement of her feet - mimicking a conductor leading a particularly vigorous symphony caused her left foot to slip out of it's protective cocoon and become a target.
"OOOh, thanks. Another toy."
The Blonde then conducted a vigorous campaign on both Lois' stockinged soles using the hard metal edges to maximum effect. Lois almost leapt out of the chair with both feet ravaged simultaneously, her eyes tightly clenched and tears leaking out. Sweat pored off her forehead and stuck her once immaculate hair to her face. She had no idea what this madwoman wanted from her or how to make her stop this torment.
"Mmmmheeeeheeehee.MmmmmHAHAHAHAHAH."
The blonde could tell Lois knew nothing as well, but she liked the idea of having a prime-time comic character in total helplessness and continued using Lois' own shoes on her until her stockings were in tatters. She then left the woman in search of her next victim.
Superman had wondered what had happened to Lois when she failed to meet him after work. Using his X-Ray vision he had spotted her in the clutches of the Blonde and had been about to burst in for the rescue when he saw what her fate was. He found himself rooted to the spot at the sight of such a strong, commanding woman reduced to a helpless little girl with a little tickling. It was something he must have a go at himself later and he hoped she'd believe his excuse for being late he thought as he crashed through the wall, after the Blonde had left.
...Supergal..
The Blonde, having read a few of DCs Supergal's comix, was waiting for Supergal's at her secret hideaway. She knew not even Superman could see into Supergal's hideaway (being lead lined so she knew she was safe). As Supergal entered her headquarters she was Zapped by the deus-exmachina-gun and stood stock still unable to move. It was almost as if she was frozen solid.
The Blonde came out from her hiding place pressing buttons on the amazing gun and said, Lets not waste time. In a minute Ill enable you to talk and move into positions of my choice. If you're wondering how I'm doing this my gun has taken on the properties of a kryptonite hypno ray. This writers tool is fantastic you can do anything with it limited only by your imagination! You'll only be able to do what I let you. If you're wondering why I'm doing this, well, I want you to tell me everything you know about the plot to cut my comix sales by the mainstream comix producers! So Ill now fix it so you can talk and thus you may now answer my question and Ill let you go...
Don't make me laugh, I don't know of any such absurd plot! cried Supergal angrily.
Oh! smiled the blonde, So being strong willed are we? Well you wont be able to stop your body from making you see the lighter side of this. Making you laugh is exactly what I had in mind. Tell me, Supergal are you ticklish??? said the blonde almost absently.
Supergal winced and gritted her teeth but couldn't stop herself from saying, I'm invulnerable so I cant be hurt, tried the gal of steel. But she knew that in spite of her invulnerability to pain and harm, she was incredibly sensitive, so she just had to involuntarily stammer, Y-y-yes! I AM ticklish!!!
The blonde smiled, How ticklish?
(grunt, gasp!) ...very, very, very ticklish!!!!!
Oh, where?? Tell me??? Save the most ticklish for last!!!
.. Gasp!, gulp) Under my arms! The sides of my chest... and... and...
Oooooooooohhhh, this is hard for you isn't it. This next admission must be the worst!!
No, (Gasp) not telling youthatmyfeetareINSANELYTICKLISH!!!!! as the admission finally burst from her lips involuntarily!!!
Ok, Blonde says, take of your blouse, then put your hands on your head and don't move except to talk, if you want to admit anything, or to laugh if you like! afterwards the blonde reached over, ignoring Supergal's begging and began to stroke her soft deep cleanly shaved underarms, forcing Supergal to giggle and squirm.
Hmmmn what about these ribs, asked the Blonde, as she began to stroke Supergal's ticklish sides, forcing her to laugh a little harder and beg more profusely. No, I don't think this is persuasive enough, walk over there, sit down, take of those silly red boots and your socks and place your feet on the desk so your feet dangle over the edge of the desk. Then freeze in position except to talk and laugh!
As Supergal complied to the Blondes compelling commands she begged continuously, You wouldn't. Not my bare feet! (Sob, sniff) Oh NO! Please I really don't know anything about this plot thingy you're talking about!! (sob...) Please I don't know anything, except I cant stand being tickled on me feet!!!!!
I don't believe you!, replied the Blonde in a singsong voice, While you are taking off your shoes and getting into position, tell where you are ticklish on your feet. Start with the least ticklish and move towards the most in increasing level of sensitivity!!!
Oh, no!!! (Gasp, grunt) My heels are only a little bit ticklish! (Sob!) My arches are VERY VERY ticklish... and, and the balls of my feet are EVEN MORE ticklish.. and... and...
Yes, Supergal? prompted the Blonde wickedly.
.. and... my TOES ARE INCREDIBLY TICKLISH!!!! sobbed Supergal involuntarily.
Ooooooh, music to my ears! taunted the Blonde observing Supergal's gorgeous pink soles and slender toes very very soft from being in her superboots. Blonde could detect a faint trace of musty aroma from Supergal's bared sweaty feet.
No no, Blonde, look lets talk about this? Cant we discuss it? Oh god not with a feather! Not while I cant even move an inch. I wont even be able to wriggle my soles and toes!!! No don't drag that chair up close to my feet! Not with the feather!!! Not my feet!!! Not the Feet!!!! Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha-hee-hee-(Gasp, giggle)- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee!!!!!
The Blonde was having the time of her life tickling poor Supergal's tender lovely flawless soles. Each little stroke of the feather elicited mad laughter from her helpless victim. Wow, she thought, Supergal has ticklish feet!! Wonderfully ticklish tender feet!! And those slender toes!!!
Supergal wanted to writhe as the feathers tip tickled her arches, the balls of her feet and her incredibly ticklish toes!!! All she could do was laugh, sob and gasp for breath and feel the incredibly ticklishness of her soles and toes respond to the diabolical feathers tickling touch. She knew the Blonde was deliberately stroking soooo gently and softly and concentrating on her most ticklish spots! God she was laughing like a mad woman, crying all the while. She would do anything to make this stop, if only she knew what the Blonde was talking about!!!! Suddenly the blonde stopped and demanded, Well???!!!
Oooh, (sob, chuckle) mercy!!!! Ill do anything just don't do this to me!!!! Not my feet!!!!???? cried Supergal!!, I don't know ANYTHING!!! Id tell you, Id tell you!!!!
Hmmmn, maybe that's true but to be sure, I'm afraid IM going to have to tickle you for the rest of the day
NO!!!
Now, this little piggy went to market...
Stop!!! I cant bear it!!!
This little piggy stayed home...
Please...No....
While this went on, somewhere in back of her mind the Blonde knew that Supergal knew nothing, but she was determined to spend more time tickling these incredibly ticklish pretty soles. Still, maybe the next one would know everything!!! Maybe Vampirella will be able to answer some ticklish questions!!!!
...Vampirella...
The Blonde looked around her in disgust.
"What kind of decorator did this girl use ?" she thought to herself taking in the rocky terrain and bats fluttering to and fro. As she walked forward on the uneven surface her stiletto heel caught in a cranny and broke off.
"Damn" muttered the Blonde hauling the shoe off and glaring at the broken end. She pulled off her other shoe and continued onward.
"Ouch, oh oh oh ooh." The Blonde discovered the ground was not for unshod feet as delicate as hers.
"This is gonna go badly for that bitch when I find her" she vowed.
Vampirella was doing her usual thing - posing in front of a blood red full moon wearing a skimpy one piece outfit and looking stunning. The Blond crept up behind her and leapt forward grabbing her ankles.
A hard tug pitched Vampirella head first onto the stone floor, stunning her. Before she regained her senses the Blonde had pulled off her high heel knee-boots and had her tied upside down from a low branch with her hands trailing free just above the ground.
"Let's see if you're a swinger like your furry friends" said her assailant pulling off her elbow gloves and lightly drumming her long nails all over Vampirella's tender tootsies.
"W-what? No. Aaahahahahaha. No-no. Heeheeeheehaahaahaa. Nooohohohohooheeheehee." Answered Vampirella swinging helpless back and forth, her hair streaming down and eyes starting to brim with tears.
"Looks like I won't have to use the weapon on this one. She's chronically ticklish as she is." The Blonde gave her victim a breather and stepped back looking around for something.
"W-Who are you and what do you want ?" asked Vampirella wiping the tears from her eyes and trying to reach up and free her ankles. The knots were the Blonde's special and the woman couldn't stay curled up long enough to free herself. She collapsed back into her inverted position in despair.
The Blonde returned with a large rock and after a brief struggle with Vampirella - subduing her with a couple of ticklish pokes in the ribs - tied her wrists to the rock, pulling her body straight down. Reaching for Vampirella she took hold of her thin costume and ripped it free of her body in one stroke. The hanging girl gasped as she swung about totally naked! The Blonde then erected two poles next to the captive's sides and tied long, sharp looking feathers at intervals up the length. The feathers prickled lightly at Vampirella's exposed inner arms, armpits, the sides of her breasts and ribs causing her flesh to goosepimple and her to giggle as any slight movement tickled a new spot.
"No. No. D-don't do this. I'll do anything". She begged.
"I believe there's an easy way to do everything." The Blonde smirked looking down on her victim. She again began to tease Vampirella's feet with light scratching using the very tips of her nails. The tickling caused the hysterical vampire's body to convulse, dragging her tender flesh across the feather bristles. The combination of the nails and feathers on different parts of her body drove Vampirella to the point of madness in short order. She screeched like a caged bat curling and uncurling her bare, tender feet as she thrashed about between the plumes. The Blonde grinned in delight as she watched her victim torture herself. She hummed happily to herself leaning on her elbow casually, using one hand to keep Vampirella on the boil. She extracted a heavy tickle toll from the captive before leaving, stealing her boots into the bargain.
"Oh dear, I forgot to ask her about the conspiracy. Still, I guess she didn't know anything."
...Betty Page...
It was crazy that the Blonde thought Betty Page was one of the conspirators, as Betty was in the same stable of comix that the Blonde is! Still...
The Blonde smiled to herself. Betty had just been drawn gagged and tied up in a hog-tied position in her own comic story. With a few flicks of the deus-exmachina gun (which does anything the writer wants it to do and certainly sounds Italian) the Blonde arranged Betty on an old Suadelli backdrop scene in the Bondage Palace. Betty screams in fear as she materialises with into the scene, still bound and gagged, and then subsides into angry muffled protests. The Blonde arranges herself close to Betty on a chair close to Betty's patent leather high heels.
"So Betty, I've been having no success with any of the comic heroines I've questioned so far about the conspiracy against the publishers of my comix. I'm now assuming that without a SERIOUS session of ticklish persuasion I won't be told what I want to know. SO let me persuade you..." The Blonde reaches forward and removes one shoe from Betty's elegant slender feet."...Mnnn, nice black stockings, Betty, and wow, have you got soft looking feet (chuckle). Wow, even through the stockings I can see your soles are perfect and your arches are sooooo white and wrinkly, and your toes are soooo thin and pretty with that sexy red nail polish."
"MMMMnnn-nnnghtt Mingggth mmmght!" Cried Betty, knowing her elevated feet behind her were about to be the subject of tickle-torture, and wishing she could speak to tell the Blonde that she was in the same publishing house!!!!!
Holding Betty's freshly bared sweaty foot in her left hand, the Blonde experimentally stroked Betty's sole from heel to toe causing Betty to squeal out a muffled series of kitten-like giggles!!!! Smiling to herself, the Blonde used her free hand to commence a diabolical series of very, very gentle strokes with her fingertips and nails from the heel, through the nylons, up Betty's poor ticklish arches and over the mounds of the ball of her foot and then, stretching the stockings to tickle-torture under and between Betty's toes, very softly.
The Blonde revelled in the feeling of the soft soles through the silkiness of the nylons. She was sure that these soles would be very ticklish and was enjoying Betty's squealing response to each ticklish touch. She longed to send her tongue along Betty's arch which seemed flawless and creamy through the dark stocking material.
Betty's muffled giggling rose with each stroke up her sole, as it was clear that she was becoming more and more susceptible to the Blonde's tickling touch! Tears of laughter trickled down her pretty cheeks. Her lovely eyes went from wincing with ticklish anguish to wide eyed surprise as the stroking fingertips found reason to delay to and fro over the creases of her arches and between her toes!!!!
Suddenly she stopped laughing with relief as the blonde had stopped tickling her poor captive foot, only to groan in despair as the blonde removed her other shoe. Bettye giggled as she felt the Blonde's finger tips grasp the stocking around the toes of each foot and stretch the nylons far above her feet. Then She heard a snip as scissors cut the nylons leaving her tender soles bared to the mercy of the Blonde!!! Also the Blonde used one of the pieces of nylon to tie her big toes together so that her soles would be unable to cross and cover each other for temporary relief from the tickle-torture to come.
"Ahhh, so pretty! So ticklish!!! So as I know you like to be worshipped by your fans, allow me to kiss you in worshipful adoration (giggle!)," smirked the Blonde tauntingly.
"MNNN'T Plmm-mmt dmnnnnn't mmmmckle (gasp!) mmnt fffmmmmmT!"
Bettye raised her head to beseech her captor not to tickle her soles by kissing them, but the Blonde smiled in triumph and leant forward towards those musty soles while tauntingly slurping her tongue over her lips. Betty jerks in horrified hilarious hysterical reaction to the exquisitely ticklish sensation of the Blonde's hot wet silky mouth nimbly licking, sucking, kissing and nibbling over her soft soles. Betty's muffled laughter is maniacal as she feels the Blonde passionately tongue-kiss her arches - searchingly licking between each crease and wrinkle for many maddening ages, only to be followed by a shrieking response to those lips that nibbled the smooth soft balls of her feet while that cruel tongue circled each soft mound for an eternity, finally to be overtaken by a lunatic scream of muffled laughter as those wicked lips and that flickering tongue sucked, licked, nibbled and tasted the superticklish flesh underneath Betty's poor toes and in the crevices in between for aeons!!!!!
Finally the Blonde unties Betty only to be told in no uncertain terms that there'd been some sort of awful mistake. However, after discussing matters they decide to collude in asking Batgirl some ticklish questions!!!!
....Batgirl and Wonderwoman....
Betty Page had always had a tickling fetish. Anytime she had one of her victims tied up she couldn't resist tickling them and was often in trouble with Irving Klaw as that was 'not the type of picture' he wanted to give his readers. Even when she was the captive she would dream about someone making use of her weakness. So she had jumped at the chance of getting her nails on other comic characters in trouble.
They opened the cover of Batgirl's latest comic and began checking through the pages for their victim.
Wonderwoman was gossiping with Batgirl about the contents of the male Superhero's tights. The Blonde quickly subdued them with her amazing gun and told Betty to take care of Wonderwoman. She dragged Batgirl's unconscious body into another room and tied her to a chair. A rope was threaded from the back of the chair over a beam in the ceiling and back down to her ankles. Her long boots were removed and her big toes tied together. The Blonde sat down in another chair with the dangling, naked feet just in reach. While she waited for Batgirl to recover she removed her long gloves and began flexing her fingers.
Meanwhile, Betty had used her skill in bondage to tie Wonderwoman's wrists and ankles together in a tight hog-tie. Her boots had been removed and her hands tied in such a way that her fingers were resting on her own bare soles. Betty stood back and admired her handiwork with a satisfied smile on her face.
Batgirl shook her head once, twice and opened her eyes. She laughed out loud at the apparition in front of her.
"Are you the Lone Ranger or something ? "
The Blonde flushed pink and shouted, "I'm asking the questions here. What do you know about a conspiracy to limit the sales of my comix ?".
"You have a comic ?" Batgirl asked.
The Blonde realised this one again knew nothing but the sneering bitch had the lesson of her life coming. She reached forward and gently flicked one of her long, red nails down Batgirl's exposed sole.
"Heeehehee. D-don't do that. It tickles. Heeheehhe"
The Blonde now used both index fingers to lightly trace lines up and down the twitching feet. The sharp nails maddeningly explored every contour and crease of Batgirl's sensitive feet and had her in screaming hysterics immediately.
Next door Wonderwoman was recovering and raised her head up and looked up into the eyes of Betty Page.
"What's the meaning of this. I'll snap these bonds in seconds and then you'll be sorry"
"You can't break your own magic rope, " replied Betty smugly. "Time to start the show, I think."
Squatting down in front of Wonderwoman and reached out her fingers to the Superheroine's sides. She dug her long nails gently into the captive's sides. Wonderwoman giggled.
"Heeheehee. S-Stop it." She cried squirming.
Betty extended her attack running her nails lightly up and down Wonderwoman's sides. The bound Amazon wriggled from side to side in a vain attempt to escape the merciless tickling. Her fingers clenched convulsively and added to her discomfort by tickling her own bare soles with her long fingernails.
"Haahaahaahaahaa. Heeheeheehee"
Maniac laughter emerged from the princess' throat as she threw her head back in a spasm of tickling. Try as she might she could not help moving her fingers with each new attack and victimising her own ultra-ticklish feet. Betty reached up under her helpless victims armpits with an evil smile and was rewarded with high pitched squeals that were hard interpret as pleasure or pain.
The assault suddenly stopped and Wonderwoman found herself looking directly at Betty's black patent stiletto heels. She raised her head up and looked at the brunette standing arms akimbo directly over her. The act of looking up caused the tears that had formed in her eyes to trickle gently down her perfectly formed, flushed cheeks. Betty closed in and stepping over Wonderwoman's helpless form sat on her shoulders with the captive's feet close by.
"No, n-noooo. Not that." Wonderwoman begged.
"Hmm. This little piggy went to market..." As Betty's sharp nails found the Amazon's most tender spots between her toes a mixture of schoolgirl delight and guttural despair was torn from the owner of the tormented digits.
Batgirl was faring no better as the Blonde had decided to force her tongue between her victim's tightly clenched toes. The hot, moist intruder tickled like nothing else Barbara Gordon had ever felt in her life and wrought a most peculiar keening laugh from the girl, especially when the Blonde curled the very end of her tongue up.
Finally the exhausted victims lost consciousness and the Blonde and Betty left them to their stupor.
…Catwoman…
The Blonde had knocked out Catwoman from behind, and had her straitjacketed, her feet bared, and her ankles crossed and tied in a matter of seconds. She paused to admire Selina's gorgeous slender long soles and toes for a moment. So soft! So pink! Then she made her other preparations.
On awakening in a dark room Selina could only see her ankles and feet elevated before her, tied to some kind of a post, revealed in the spotlight of a lamp.
All else was darkness.
Suddenly some slender wiggling fingers appeared in the lamplight above her soles. Their tickling intentions were clear and her long feet with high wrinkly arches and her slender elegant toes writhed in sudden response, as Selina gasped in fright.
A cruel female voice said, " Well Catlady, tell me all you know about the comix conspiracy or I'll have to see if your feet areas ticklish as they look!"
"I don't kn-know what y-y-ou're talking about lady. Anyway I'm n-not ticklish!"
"Ok so you won't mind this!"
Selina screeched in crazed laughter as the fingertips began to softly stroke her poor soles and underneath her dreadfully ticklish toes. She wanted to beg for a chance to talk to agree to anything but she could only laugh madly at the dreadful tickling of her sensitive soles feet! She could hear her assailant softly humming to herself an old show tune call Some Enchanted Evening. It went on and on while she laughed and her soles' ticklishness was thoroughly explored.
Many minutes later Selina realised that it had all stopped and that she was only giggling at the latent sensations still tingling over her soles and underneath her toes. Selina was asked to talk one more time. She hopelessly begged for mercy and declared she knew nothing and offered to do anything to stop the tickle-torture, and even began to threaten and swear insanely at her captor but was interrupted by the voice saying, "Well, we'll have to clean up your act Missy! Normally I'd was your mouth out with this soap and water and these scrubbing brushes, but I think your soles would be a more appropriate target.
"Oh God, Noooo! Ha ha ha ha ha ha hee hee heh hee hee hee hee hee..." Selina cried as she felt the wet slippery soapy brushes scrub her whole soles and under and between her toes at the same time! She squealed with insane laughter as the torment went on and on. She finally got to relax as her soles were rinsed with warm water, but was forced to giggle madly again as her pink soles were towelled dry. Before she could even beg her now super-sensitive soles were attached by feather dusters and she went insane with lunatic laughter again!
The Blonde smiled to herself as she continued the tickle-torture. She knew that Selina would have talked by now if she knew anything. She despaired of ever finding out what was going on. Still at least she got to tickle these sweet soft soles, eh?
...The Blonde, and the blonde, and the blonde, and...
SO it was hardly surprising that all these gossiping comix heroines eventually compared notes and decided to teach the Blonde a lesson. After threatening Betty with a tickle-torturing by Batgirl, Betty agrees to steal the deus-exmachina-gun from the unsuspecting Blonde who soon finds herself duplicated in various bondage positions on a special un-used page of Saudelli's sketch pad. The Blonde can feel all the sensations and hear each muffled protest of each gagged version of herself as she's...
... buried in sand with her head and long slender gorgeous soles exposed sooo close to Batgirl, lying on a towel under a beach umbrella (wearing slinky one piece swimming costume and her cape and cowl) and a wicked looking turkey feather...
... struggling in stocks with Supergirl cheerfully removing her shoes while licking her lips tauntingly as she ties the big toes together and reaches for a fluffy featherduster...
... hanging spread-eagled in suspension from the roof with ropes securing her ankles and arms with Lois considering whether to tickle her ribs, armpits, feet with her wriggling fingertips...
... head and feet extending out from a magican's box which has already been sawn in half by Vampirella who is pushing the end with the vulnerable feet over to the other box so the Blonde can watch while Vampirella slowly tauntingly removes her high heeled shoes and reaches a blood red fingernail towards the Blonde's quivering soles...
... lying on her stomach, wrapped in plastic cling-wrap with only her head and elegant bared soles extending from either end while Wonderwoman sits on her bottom and raises her soles towards her warm mouth, begins to shake a pressure can of whipped cream...
... tied spread-eagled and naked to a bed with five versions of Betty Page preparing to tickle her - one at each side ready to tickle her lovely armpits and ribs, one kneeling between her legs ready to tickle-torture her belly and loins and the insides of her legs, and one for each soft ticklish foot!
Suddenly the Blonde, aware of all her new multipersonages, is made to laugh like a maniac through her gagged mouths, tears flow and her minds reel as she feels and sees the tickle-torture of each copied version of herself...
... Batgirl's feather softly tickling her horrifyingly ticklish arches in a devastatingly simple playful to and fro stroke making her toes quiver sooo invitingly that Batgirl, leans over and licks her ticklish long toes...
... Supergirl sending the fluffy featherduster to tickle every part of her soles and toes in a maddening repetitive way so that after each stroke followed by a pause, severe anticipation of the next ticklish pass would build her ticklishness inexorably...
... Lois actually running from position to position to tickle her ribs, armpits, feet with her wriggling fingertips and lips so the Blonde is laughing madly between bouts of horrid tickling...
... Vampirella slowly tickling her soft quivering soles with only a single blood red fingernail in a slow explorative pattern until she finds the special ticklish spots in the deep part of her arches and under her toes - and then she uses all her fingertips to tickle-torture these in a gently wriggling strokes so the Blonde squeals in insane delight...
... Wonderwoman's contrasting hot tickling tongue licking cold whipped cream from her raised soles and from between her ticklish toes while she screams madly with muffled laughter - and resting with relief in each break only to feel once more the cold whipped cream being applied to her quivering soles...
... feeling all five versions of Betty using their lips tongues and fingertips to tickle her lovely armpits and ribs, her belly and loins and the insides of her legs, and each soft ticklish foot while she squirms and laughs insanely through her gagged lovely mouth...
How will it all end?????
Stepping back from the page, replacing his pens and stretching Franco Suadelli smiles to himself. It's a pity that copyright laws wouldn't allow this comic story to ever be published. Why, this one practickly wrote itself!
The Blonde and the Comix Heroines - Soletk & Quiller
Apparently the Blonde had had it with the cut-throat comix business. She thought her boss, Franco, as well as EROS Comix were getting pressure from some of the larger comix producers. So she decided to go on a little hunting trip to see if she mess up some of the other comix heroines. She thought she could make these soleful little wimps respond to some ticklish questions. (Unfortunately, none of these characters was aware of the perfidy of their comix producers and wouldn't be able to tell the Blonde what she wanted to know...) She was determined to get to the bottom of this conspiracy to restrict her comix sales. (Actually Franco would have told her if she asked that there was no conspiracy - just that they'd chosen a special niche market for their product!) She carried the deus-ex-machina gun which would render any captive helpless, vulnerable and tied in the position of your choice (no matter how special their powers). She would question them on some blank comic space that Franco had left lying around his studio. Franco was on a holiday between episodes so she wouldn't be disturbed for ages, so using the magic of toons she walked out of the 12 Pearls story she was supposed to be starring in and into...
...Betty and Veronica...
each awoke with a start in a strange white room without features, noticing they'd been hog-tied, side by side, big toes tethered, and their shoes and socks had been removed. The Blonde noticed that each pair of long delectable soles had been redrawn in the style of Saudelli comix due to his special toon chemistry infecting all his art paper. <g> She knew this would happen to any victim she brought to this place.
"Blonde, what's going on!??" asked Betty, her warm soft soles wriggling in the cool air. Her feet were elegantly slender, creamy white and long with elliptical balls, and long thin toes. Her arches were high and deeply wrinkled. Her nails gleamed in the strange white light.
"You'd better get us out of here!!", demanded Veronica foolishly, her soft white arches wrinkling, her toes quivering. Veronica's soles were pink, and slender except for her deep white wrinkly arches and the soft creamy flesh underneath her slender wriggling toes.
"Tell me what the plan is!" cried the Blonde, and without waiting for a reply she reached over to Veronica's trapped soles with a diabolical feather and began to tickle her soft arches!
Veronica shrieked with mad laughter. Unable to speak she writhed in ticklish response, her toes wiggling and her arches flexing. Tears trickled from her eyes as they widened in continuous forced delight. She could feel the wicked feather sliding up to investigate the ticklish balls of her feet and she could only shake her head and silently beg her tormentor not to tickle her there while she screamed in mad laughter!!? As if that wasn't bad enough she suddenly felt the blond direct the quill underneath her long ticklish toes to make her she weep and screech in mad laughter.
As this continued Betty, horrified at the thought that she would be next struggled vainly in her bonds, her soles quivering in anticipation, as she begged, "Please, we don't know what you are talking about... Stop it you'll drive her crazy!!! Please..."
Suddenly the Blonde stopped, and Veronica could relax and catch her breath. As soon as she could, she began to join Betty in her begging for mercy, but the Blonde, frowning in frustration, only began to use her fingertips to gently stroke Betty's ticklish soles while Betty cackled in crazed laughter. Betty screamed with laughter as she felt those nimble fingertips stroke and tickle her soles and underneath her slender toes for what seemed like an eternity.
Veronica winced as she watched betty's torment, her own soles wriggling in sympathy, but she continued to beg and cry that they knew nothing about anything!!!! Then she heard Betty stop laughing as the Blonde gave her a break.
"I still haven't heard what I wanted!" she cried, "So its lolly-pop time!!!
"What, do you mean!!?" cried Betty! Her soles were already pink and wiggling.
Kneeling down again the Blonde said, "This!!!" and began to lick and nibble continuously under all the toes before her, while her fingers gently stroked all four soles!! Veronica and Betty went crazy with insane screaming laughter. Each could feel alternating sensations from the stroking tickling fingertips or the Blonde's maddening hot mouth as it nibbled an licked their soft thin toes!!!! Each sobbed in cackling insane laughter as the tickling went on and on...
From time to time she stopped to let them speak, but their begging did not get her any closer to finding out what was going on. She began to suspect that these two really didn't know anything, but she thought she'd keep tickle-torturing them for a couple of hours each!!!! Then she'd have to question each of the others!
...Lois Lane...
Lois Lane didn't notice 'The Blonde ' leaning against the side of the Daily Planet building as she left work. Even if she had noticed she would only have seen a blonde supermodel type in black wearing a black 'Robin the Boy Wonder' eyemask. Anyway, she didn't read minority group comix, so she saw nothing. The Blonde followed her into the alley just short of her home then pounced and knocked her cold with either. The Blonde's heart rate leapt with the realisation that she was also taking on the 'man of steel' as well, messing about with his girlfriend.
Once in a chosen hideaway, the Blonde practised her bondage art on Lois and made her look like a Christmas gift with all the trimmings.
"What do you know about suppressing the sales of my comic ?"
"Mmmmmm. Mmmphhhh. Mmmnnmm." replied Lois through her gag.
"Not good enough !"
The Blonde had Lois' legs supported up on the back of a chair in front of her, her ankles bound to the backrest. Now kneeling on the chair brought the captive feet comfortably within reach. The eyes of the captive woman widened as the Blonde leaned forward and plucked off her right stiletto heel court shoe.
"Hmmm. Expensive. Comfy too. I wonder what the other side would feel like." Reversing the shoe in her grip the Blonde slowly traced a line down the seam of Lois' stockings with the steel stiletto tip.
The effect on Lois was immediate. She tried to arch her foot away from the teasing object and convulsed forward in laughter.
"Mmmhhheeehehehe. Mmmmhaahaha."
The Blonde began drawing lines using the improvised stylus, humming happily to herself as she sketched out her victims week spots. All this time Lois thrashed backwards and forwards and from side to side as the tickling stimulated her nervous system. The continual movement of her feet - mimicking a conductor leading a particularly vigorous symphony caused her left foot to slip out of it's protective cocoon and become a target.
"OOOh, thanks. Another toy."
The Blonde then conducted a vigorous campaign on both Lois' stockinged soles using the hard metal edges to maximum effect. Lois almost leapt out of the chair with both feet ravaged simultaneously, her eyes tightly clenched and tears leaking out. Sweat pored off her forehead and stuck her once immaculate hair to her face. She had no idea what this madwoman wanted from her or how to make her stop this torment.
"Mmmmheeeeheeehee.MmmmmHAHAHAHAHAH."
The blonde could tell Lois knew nothing as well, but she liked the idea of having a prime-time comic character in total helplessness and continued using Lois' own shoes on her until her stockings were in tatters. She then left the woman in search of her next victim.
Superman had wondered what had happened to Lois when she failed to meet him after work. Using his X-Ray vision he had spotted her in the clutches of the Blonde and had been about to burst in for the rescue when he saw what her fate was. He found himself rooted to the spot at the sight of such a strong, commanding woman reduced to a helpless little girl with a little tickling. It was something he must have a go at himself later and he hoped she'd believe his excuse for being late he thought as he crashed through the wall, after the Blonde had left.
...Supergal..
The Blonde, having read a few of DCs Supergal's comix, was waiting for Supergal's at her secret hideaway. She knew not even Superman could see into Supergal's hideaway (being lead lined so she knew she was safe). As Supergal entered her headquarters she was Zapped by the deus-exmachina-gun and stood stock still unable to move. It was almost as if she was frozen solid.
The Blonde came out from her hiding place pressing buttons on the amazing gun and said, Lets not waste time. In a minute Ill enable you to talk and move into positions of my choice. If you're wondering how I'm doing this my gun has taken on the properties of a kryptonite hypno ray. This writers tool is fantastic you can do anything with it limited only by your imagination! You'll only be able to do what I let you. If you're wondering why I'm doing this, well, I want you to tell me everything you know about the plot to cut my comix sales by the mainstream comix producers! So Ill now fix it so you can talk and thus you may now answer my question and Ill let you go...
Don't make me laugh, I don't know of any such absurd plot! cried Supergal angrily.
Oh! smiled the blonde, So being strong willed are we? Well you wont be able to stop your body from making you see the lighter side of this. Making you laugh is exactly what I had in mind. Tell me, Supergal are you ticklish??? said the blonde almost absently.
Supergal winced and gritted her teeth but couldn't stop herself from saying, I'm invulnerable so I cant be hurt, tried the gal of steel. But she knew that in spite of her invulnerability to pain and harm, she was incredibly sensitive, so she just had to involuntarily stammer, Y-y-yes! I AM ticklish!!!
The blonde smiled, How ticklish?
(grunt, gasp!) ...very, very, very ticklish!!!!!
Oh, where?? Tell me??? Save the most ticklish for last!!!
.. Gasp!, gulp) Under my arms! The sides of my chest... and... and...
Oooooooooohhhh, this is hard for you isn't it. This next admission must be the worst!!
No, (Gasp) not telling youthatmyfeetareINSANELYTICKLISH!!!!! as the admission finally burst from her lips involuntarily!!!
Ok, Blonde says, take of your blouse, then put your hands on your head and don't move except to talk, if you want to admit anything, or to laugh if you like! afterwards the blonde reached over, ignoring Supergal's begging and began to stroke her soft deep cleanly shaved underarms, forcing Supergal to giggle and squirm.
Hmmmn what about these ribs, asked the Blonde, as she began to stroke Supergal's ticklish sides, forcing her to laugh a little harder and beg more profusely. No, I don't think this is persuasive enough, walk over there, sit down, take of those silly red boots and your socks and place your feet on the desk so your feet dangle over the edge of the desk. Then freeze in position except to talk and laugh!
As Supergal complied to the Blondes compelling commands she begged continuously, You wouldn't. Not my bare feet! (Sob, sniff) Oh NO! Please I really don't know anything about this plot thingy you're talking about!! (sob...) Please I don't know anything, except I cant stand being tickled on me feet!!!!!
I don't believe you!, replied the Blonde in a singsong voice, While you are taking off your shoes and getting into position, tell where you are ticklish on your feet. Start with the least ticklish and move towards the most in increasing level of sensitivity!!!
Oh, no!!! (Gasp, grunt) My heels are only a little bit ticklish! (Sob!) My arches are VERY VERY ticklish... and, and the balls of my feet are EVEN MORE ticklish.. and... and...
Yes, Supergal? prompted the Blonde wickedly.
.. and... my TOES ARE INCREDIBLY TICKLISH!!!! sobbed Supergal involuntarily.
Ooooooh, music to my ears! taunted the Blonde observing Supergal's gorgeous pink soles and slender toes very very soft from being in her superboots. Blonde could detect a faint trace of musty aroma from Supergal's bared sweaty feet.
No no, Blonde, look lets talk about this? Cant we discuss it? Oh god not with a feather! Not while I cant even move an inch. I wont even be able to wriggle my soles and toes!!! No don't drag that chair up close to my feet! Not with the feather!!! Not my feet!!! Not the Feet!!!! Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha- Ha-ha-hee-hee-(Gasp, giggle)- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee- hee-hee!!!!!
The Blonde was having the time of her life tickling poor Supergal's tender lovely flawless soles. Each little stroke of the feather elicited mad laughter from her helpless victim. Wow, she thought, Supergal has ticklish feet!! Wonderfully ticklish tender feet!! And those slender toes!!!
Supergal wanted to writhe as the feathers tip tickled her arches, the balls of her feet and her incredibly ticklish toes!!! All she could do was laugh, sob and gasp for breath and feel the incredibly ticklishness of her soles and toes respond to the diabolical feathers tickling touch. She knew the Blonde was deliberately stroking soooo gently and softly and concentrating on her most ticklish spots! God she was laughing like a mad woman, crying all the while. She would do anything to make this stop, if only she knew what the Blonde was talking about!!!! Suddenly the blonde stopped and demanded, Well???!!!
Oooh, (sob, chuckle) mercy!!!! Ill do anything just don't do this to me!!!! Not my feet!!!!???? cried Supergal!!, I don't know ANYTHING!!! Id tell you, Id tell you!!!!
Hmmmn, maybe that's true but to be sure, I'm afraid IM going to have to tickle you for the rest of the day
NO!!!
Now, this little piggy went to market...
Stop!!! I cant bear it!!!
This little piggy stayed home...
Please...No....
While this went on, somewhere in back of her mind the Blonde knew that Supergal knew nothing, but she was determined to spend more time tickling these incredibly ticklish pretty soles. Still, maybe the next one would know everything!!! Maybe Vampirella will be able to answer some ticklish questions!!!!
...Vampirella...
The Blonde looked around her in disgust.
"What kind of decorator did this girl use ?" she thought to herself taking in the rocky terrain and bats fluttering to and fro. As she walked forward on the uneven surface her stiletto heel caught in a cranny and broke off.
"Damn" muttered the Blonde hauling the shoe off and glaring at the broken end. She pulled off her other shoe and continued onward.
"Ouch, oh oh oh ooh." The Blonde discovered the ground was not for unshod feet as delicate as hers.
"This is gonna go badly for that bitch when I find her" she vowed.
Vampirella was doing her usual thing - posing in front of a blood red full moon wearing a skimpy one piece outfit and looking stunning. The Blond crept up behind her and leapt forward grabbing her ankles.
A hard tug pitched Vampirella head first onto the stone floor, stunning her. Before she regained her senses the Blonde had pulled off her high heel knee-boots and had her tied upside down from a low branch with her hands trailing free just above the ground.
"Let's see if you're a swinger like your furry friends" said her assailant pulling off her elbow gloves and lightly drumming her long nails all over Vampirella's tender tootsies.
"W-what? No. Aaahahahahaha. No-no. Heeheeeheehaahaahaa. Nooohohohohooheeheehee." Answered Vampirella swinging helpless back and forth, her hair streaming down and eyes starting to brim with tears.
"Looks like I won't have to use the weapon on this one. She's chronically ticklish as she is." The Blonde gave her victim a breather and stepped back looking around for something.
"W-Who are you and what do you want ?" asked Vampirella wiping the tears from her eyes and trying to reach up and free her ankles. The knots were the Blonde's special and the woman couldn't stay curled up long enough to free herself. She collapsed back into her inverted position in despair.
The Blonde returned with a large rock and after a brief struggle with Vampirella - subduing her with a couple of ticklish pokes in the ribs - tied her wrists to the rock, pulling her body straight down. Reaching for Vampirella she took hold of her thin costume and ripped it free of her body in one stroke. The hanging girl gasped as she swung about totally naked! The Blonde then erected two poles next to the captive's sides and tied long, sharp looking feathers at intervals up the length. The feathers prickled lightly at Vampirella's exposed inner arms, armpits, the sides of her breasts and ribs causing her flesh to goosepimple and her to giggle as any slight movement tickled a new spot.
"No. No. D-don't do this. I'll do anything". She begged.
"I believe there's an easy way to do everything." The Blonde smirked looking down on her victim. She again began to tease Vampirella's feet with light scratching using the very tips of her nails. The tickling caused the hysterical vampire's body to convulse, dragging her tender flesh across the feather bristles. The combination of the nails and feathers on different parts of her body drove Vampirella to the point of madness in short order. She screeched like a caged bat curling and uncurling her bare, tender feet as she thrashed about between the plumes. The Blonde grinned in delight as she watched her victim torture herself. She hummed happily to herself leaning on her elbow casually, using one hand to keep Vampirella on the boil. She extracted a heavy tickle toll from the captive before leaving, stealing her boots into the bargain.
"Oh dear, I forgot to ask her about the conspiracy. Still, I guess she didn't know anything."
...Betty Page...
It was crazy that the Blonde thought Betty Page was one of the conspirators, as Betty was in the same stable of comix that the Blonde is! Still...
The Blonde smiled to herself. Betty had just been drawn gagged and tied up in a hog-tied position in her own comic story. With a few flicks of the deus-exmachina gun (which does anything the writer wants it to do and certainly sounds Italian) the Blonde arranged Betty on an old Suadelli backdrop scene in the Bondage Palace. Betty screams in fear as she materialises with into the scene, still bound and gagged, and then subsides into angry muffled protests. The Blonde arranges herself close to Betty on a chair close to Betty's patent leather high heels.
"So Betty, I've been having no success with any of the comic heroines I've questioned so far about the conspiracy against the publishers of my comix. I'm now assuming that without a SERIOUS session of ticklish persuasion I won't be told what I want to know. SO let me persuade you..." The Blonde reaches forward and removes one shoe from Betty's elegant slender feet."...Mnnn, nice black stockings, Betty, and wow, have you got soft looking feet (chuckle). Wow, even through the stockings I can see your soles are perfect and your arches are sooooo white and wrinkly, and your toes are soooo thin and pretty with that sexy red nail polish."
"MMMMnnn-nnnghtt Mingggth mmmght!" Cried Betty, knowing her elevated feet behind her were about to be the subject of tickle-torture, and wishing she could speak to tell the Blonde that she was in the same publishing house!!!!!
Holding Betty's freshly bared sweaty foot in her left hand, the Blonde experimentally stroked Betty's sole from heel to toe causing Betty to squeal out a muffled series of kitten-like giggles!!!! Smiling to herself, the Blonde used her free hand to commence a diabolical series of very, very gentle strokes with her fingertips and nails from the heel, through the nylons, up Betty's poor ticklish arches and over the mounds of the ball of her foot and then, stretching the stockings to tickle-torture under and between Betty's toes, very softly.
The Blonde revelled in the feeling of the soft soles through the silkiness of the nylons. She was sure that these soles would be very ticklish and was enjoying Betty's squealing response to each ticklish touch. She longed to send her tongue along Betty's arch which seemed flawless and creamy through the dark stocking material.
Betty's muffled giggling rose with each stroke up her sole, as it was clear that she was becoming more and more susceptible to the Blonde's tickling touch! Tears of laughter trickled down her pretty cheeks. Her lovely eyes went from wincing with ticklish anguish to wide eyed surprise as the stroking fingertips found reason to delay to and fro over the creases of her arches and between her toes!!!!
Suddenly she stopped laughing with relief as the blonde had stopped tickling her poor captive foot, only to groan in despair as the blonde removed her other shoe. Bettye giggled as she felt the Blonde's finger tips grasp the stocking around the toes of each foot and stretch the nylons far above her feet. Then She heard a snip as scissors cut the nylons leaving her tender soles bared to the mercy of the Blonde!!! Also the Blonde used one of the pieces of nylon to tie her big toes together so that her soles would be unable to cross and cover each other for temporary relief from the tickle-torture to come.
"Ahhh, so pretty! So ticklish!!! So as I know you like to be worshipped by your fans, allow me to kiss you in worshipful adoration (giggle!)," smirked the Blonde tauntingly.
"MNNN'T Plmm-mmt dmnnnnn't mmmmckle (gasp!) mmnt fffmmmmmT!"
Bettye raised her head to beseech her captor not to tickle her soles by kissing them, but the Blonde smiled in triumph and leant forward towards those musty soles while tauntingly slurping her tongue over her lips. Betty jerks in horrified hilarious hysterical reaction to the exquisitely ticklish sensation of the Blonde's hot wet silky mouth nimbly licking, sucking, kissing and nibbling over her soft soles. Betty's muffled laughter is maniacal as she feels the Blonde passionately tongue-kiss her arches - searchingly licking between each crease and wrinkle for many maddening ages, only to be followed by a shrieking response to those lips that nibbled the smooth soft balls of her feet while that cruel tongue circled each soft mound for an eternity, finally to be overtaken by a lunatic scream of muffled laughter as those wicked lips and that flickering tongue sucked, licked, nibbled and tasted the superticklish flesh underneath Betty's poor toes and in the crevices in between for aeons!!!!!
Finally the Blonde unties Betty only to be told in no uncertain terms that there'd been some sort of awful mistake. However, after discussing matters they decide to collude in asking Batgirl some ticklish questions!!!!
....Batgirl and Wonderwoman....
Betty Page had always had a tickling fetish. Anytime she had one of her victims tied up she couldn't resist tickling them and was often in trouble with Irving Klaw as that was 'not the type of picture' he wanted to give his readers. Even when she was the captive she would dream about someone making use of her weakness. So she had jumped at the chance of getting her nails on other comic characters in trouble.
They opened the cover of Batgirl's latest comic and began checking through the pages for their victim.
Wonderwoman was gossiping with Batgirl about the contents of the male Superhero's tights. The Blonde quickly subdued them with her amazing gun and told Betty to take care of Wonderwoman. She dragged Batgirl's unconscious body into another room and tied her to a chair. A rope was threaded from the back of the chair over a beam in the ceiling and back down to her ankles. Her long boots were removed and her big toes tied together. The Blonde sat down in another chair with the dangling, naked feet just in reach. While she waited for Batgirl to recover she removed her long gloves and began flexing her fingers.
Meanwhile, Betty had used her skill in bondage to tie Wonderwoman's wrists and ankles together in a tight hog-tie. Her boots had been removed and her hands tied in such a way that her fingers were resting on her own bare soles. Betty stood back and admired her handiwork with a satisfied smile on her face.
Batgirl shook her head once, twice and opened her eyes. She laughed out loud at the apparition in front of her.
"Are you the Lone Ranger or something ? "
The Blonde flushed pink and shouted, "I'm asking the questions here. What do you know about a conspiracy to limit the sales of my comix ?".
"You have a comic ?" Batgirl asked.
The Blonde realised this one again knew nothing but the sneering bitch had the lesson of her life coming. She reached forward and gently flicked one of her long, red nails down Batgirl's exposed sole.
"Heeehehee. D-don't do that. It tickles. Heeheehhe"
The Blonde now used both index fingers to lightly trace lines up and down the twitching feet. The sharp nails maddeningly explored every contour and crease of Batgirl's sensitive feet and had her in screaming hysterics immediately.
Next door Wonderwoman was recovering and raised her head up and looked up into the eyes of Betty Page.
"What's the meaning of this. I'll snap these bonds in seconds and then you'll be sorry"
"You can't break your own magic rope, " replied Betty smugly. "Time to start the show, I think."
Squatting down in front of Wonderwoman and reached out her fingers to the Superheroine's sides. She dug her long nails gently into the captive's sides. Wonderwoman giggled.
"Heeheehee. S-Stop it." She cried squirming.
Betty extended her attack running her nails lightly up and down Wonderwoman's sides. The bound Amazon wriggled from side to side in a vain attempt to escape the merciless tickling. Her fingers clenched convulsively and added to her discomfort by tickling her own bare soles with her long fingernails.
"Haahaahaahaahaa. Heeheeheehee"
Maniac laughter emerged from the princess' throat as she threw her head back in a spasm of tickling. Try as she might she could not help moving her fingers with each new attack and victimising her own ultra-ticklish feet. Betty reached up under her helpless victims armpits with an evil smile and was rewarded with high pitched squeals that were hard interpret as pleasure or pain.
The assault suddenly stopped and Wonderwoman found herself looking directly at Betty's black patent stiletto heels. She raised her head up and looked at the brunette standing arms akimbo directly over her. The act of looking up caused the tears that had formed in her eyes to trickle gently down her perfectly formed, flushed cheeks. Betty closed in and stepping over Wonderwoman's helpless form sat on her shoulders with the captive's feet close by.
"No, n-noooo. Not that." Wonderwoman begged.
"Hmm. This little piggy went to market..." As Betty's sharp nails found the Amazon's most tender spots between her toes a mixture of schoolgirl delight and guttural despair was torn from the owner of the tormented digits.
Batgirl was faring no better as the Blonde had decided to force her tongue between her victim's tightly clenched toes. The hot, moist intruder tickled like nothing else Barbara Gordon had ever felt in her life and wrought a most peculiar keening laugh from the girl, especially when the Blonde curled the very end of her tongue up.
Finally the exhausted victims lost consciousness and the Blonde and Betty left them to their stupor.
…Catwoman…
The Blonde had knocked out Catwoman from behind, and had her straitjacketed, her feet bared, and her ankles crossed and tied in a matter of seconds. She paused to admire Selina's gorgeous slender long soles and toes for a moment. So soft! So pink! Then she made her other preparations.
On awakening in a dark room Selina could only see her ankles and feet elevated before her, tied to some kind of a post, revealed in the spotlight of a lamp.
All else was darkness.
Suddenly some slender wiggling fingers appeared in the lamplight above her soles. Their tickling intentions were clear and her long feet with high wrinkly arches and her slender elegant toes writhed in sudden response, as Selina gasped in fright.
A cruel female voice said, " Well Catlady, tell me all you know about the comix conspiracy or I'll have to see if your feet areas ticklish as they look!"
"I don't kn-know what y-y-ou're talking about lady. Anyway I'm n-not ticklish!"
"Ok so you won't mind this!"
Selina screeched in crazed laughter as the fingertips began to softly stroke her poor soles and underneath her dreadfully ticklish toes. She wanted to beg for a chance to talk to agree to anything but she could only laugh madly at the dreadful tickling of her sensitive soles feet! She could hear her assailant softly humming to herself an old show tune call Some Enchanted Evening. It went on and on while she laughed and her soles' ticklishness was thoroughly explored.
Many minutes later Selina realised that it had all stopped and that she was only giggling at the latent sensations still tingling over her soles and underneath her toes. Selina was asked to talk one more time. She hopelessly begged for mercy and declared she knew nothing and offered to do anything to stop the tickle-torture, and even began to threaten and swear insanely at her captor but was interrupted by the voice saying, "Well, we'll have to clean up your act Missy! Normally I'd was your mouth out with this soap and water and these scrubbing brushes, but I think your soles would be a more appropriate target.
"Oh God, Noooo! Ha ha ha ha ha ha hee hee heh hee hee hee hee hee..." Selina cried as she felt the wet slippery soapy brushes scrub her whole soles and under and between her toes at the same time! She squealed with insane laughter as the torment went on and on. She finally got to relax as her soles were rinsed with warm water, but was forced to giggle madly again as her pink soles were towelled dry. Before she could even beg her now super-sensitive soles were attached by feather dusters and she went insane with lunatic laughter again!
The Blonde smiled to herself as she continued the tickle-torture. She knew that Selina would have talked by now if she knew anything. She despaired of ever finding out what was going on. Still at least she got to tickle these sweet soft soles, eh?
...The Blonde, and the blonde, and the blonde, and...
SO it was hardly surprising that all these gossiping comix heroines eventually compared notes and decided to teach the Blonde a lesson. After threatening Betty with a tickle-torturing by Batgirl, Betty agrees to steal the deus-exmachina-gun from the unsuspecting Blonde who soon finds herself duplicated in various bondage positions on a special un-used page of Saudelli's sketch pad. The Blonde can feel all the sensations and hear each muffled protest of each gagged version of herself as she's...
... buried in sand with her head and long slender gorgeous soles exposed sooo close to Batgirl, lying on a towel under a beach umbrella (wearing slinky one piece swimming costume and her cape and cowl) and a wicked looking turkey feather...
... struggling in stocks with Supergirl cheerfully removing her shoes while licking her lips tauntingly as she ties the big toes together and reaches for a fluffy featherduster...
... hanging spread-eagled in suspension from the roof with ropes securing her ankles and arms with Lois considering whether to tickle her ribs, armpits, feet with her wriggling fingertips...
... head and feet extending out from a magican's box which has already been sawn in half by Vampirella who is pushing the end with the vulnerable feet over to the other box so the Blonde can watch while Vampirella slowly tauntingly removes her high heeled shoes and reaches a blood red fingernail towards the Blonde's quivering soles...
... lying on her stomach, wrapped in plastic cling-wrap with only her head and elegant bared soles extending from either end while Wonderwoman sits on her bottom and raises her soles towards her warm mouth, begins to shake a pressure can of whipped cream...
... tied spread-eagled and naked to a bed with five versions of Betty Page preparing to tickle her - one at each side ready to tickle her lovely armpits and ribs, one kneeling between her legs ready to tickle-torture her belly and loins and the insides of her legs, and one for each soft ticklish foot!
Suddenly the Blonde, aware of all her new multipersonages, is made to laugh like a maniac through her gagged mouths, tears flow and her minds reel as she feels and sees the tickle-torture of each copied version of herself...
... Batgirl's feather softly tickling her horrifyingly ticklish arches in a devastatingly simple playful to and fro stroke making her toes quiver sooo invitingly that Batgirl, leans over and licks her ticklish long toes...
... Supergirl sending the fluffy featherduster to tickle every part of her soles and toes in a maddening repetitive way so that after each stroke followed by a pause, severe anticipation of the next ticklish pass would build her ticklishness inexorably...
... Lois actually running from position to position to tickle her ribs, armpits, feet with her wriggling fingertips and lips so the Blonde is laughing madly between bouts of horrid tickling...
... Vampirella slowly tickling her soft quivering soles with only a single blood red fingernail in a slow explorative pattern until she finds the special ticklish spots in the deep part of her arches and under her toes - and then she uses all her fingertips to tickle-torture these in a gently wriggling strokes so the Blonde squeals in insane delight...
... Wonderwoman's contrasting hot tickling tongue licking cold whipped cream from her raised soles and from between her ticklish toes while she screams madly with muffled laughter - and resting with relief in each break only to feel once more the cold whipped cream being applied to her quivering soles...
... feeling all five versions of Betty using their lips tongues and fingertips to tickle her lovely armpits and ribs, her belly and loins and the insides of her legs, and each soft ticklish foot while she squirms and laughs insanely through her gagged lovely mouth...
How will it all end?????
Stepping back from the page, replacing his pens and stretching Franco Suadelli smiles to himself. It's a pity that copyright laws wouldn't allow this comic story to ever be published. Why, this one practickly wrote itself!
