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Hello! I had real fun writing this story and I hope you enjoy it - it's quite a long one. Feedback welcome as always. Enjoy, and apologize for the formatting.
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Martha let out a long drawn sigh as she sat up in bed after a beautiful sleep. The sunlight from the coming morning glistened through her curtains on what was a crisp summers day in the Countryside. It was a Sunday, which for most people would be a nice relaxing day. Unfortunately not for Martha however, who was the Village Vicar - and she had a service to prepare for!
Martha was a 67 Year old White English lady, who had been the Village Vicar for 4 years now. Standing at 5 ft 2, she was short and chubby, but had a lovely joyful personality that resonated with all the villagers of Wilderwood.
With a huge stretch, she flung open the curtains and took in the mesmerising sight of the rising sun over the village back drop. She loved where she lived and what she did - to Martha she was living the perfect life. Martha could see someone trudging up her front garden waving their arms. "MARTHA! HELLO! Can you hear me?". She recognised the voice instantly - it was her Church assistant Anne. Anne was a 58 year old part time Church assistant who helped Martha out with services, and keeping the church clean. She was 5 ft 6 with ginger hair and freckles on her face, with an average sized body.
Martha opened up her Window.
"Anne, it's 8am, what on earth is the matter? Church service isn't until 12am" Martha responded. "It's happened again, there's glass everywhere. You need to come see for yourself" Anne replied. "Oh for goodness sake, this is getting out of hand Anne. We need to get to the bottom of this". "Well hurry up and get down here, I'll meet you at the church in 10 minutes" and with that, Anne headed off.
"That bloody family" Martha thought in her head. She quickly put some clothes on and made herself look decent. Heading down to the kitchen, she took a quick swig of Orange Juice and put some summer sandals on her bare feet before leaving hastily through the front door. Luckily Martha's Vicar residence was a 3 minute walk to the Church.
The sweet smell of fresh summer cut grass filled the air. Coupled with the sound of birds singing, it was a peaceful walk across the green countryside. Martha could see the church sitting on the hill in the distance, which was always a sight that exuded happiness. Unfortunately though, the happiness was always cut short at that precise moment.
White Orchard Manor suddenly came into view on the right hand side, which left a bad taste in her mouth every time she walked past it. Nonetheless, a picture perfect looking Tudor style mansion with acres of land attached to it. Its occupants however, were less than perfect. The Manor was home to the Johnsons, a well-to-do family that the village heavily relied on for investment and boy, did it go to the family's heads.
Charles Johnson, was a 60 year old businessman who out of them all, was liked by the village. He would often finance village repairs and give back to the community. He was however always out of town in business, and rarely seen around. This meant that his trophy wife Fleur Johnson ran the property. She was a 42 year 5 ft 8 blonde with a dazzling figure, youthful looks and a love for money. Vain as a celebrity, she kept herself pampered and wore the most expensive clothes, often looking down on the rest of the villagers, especially Martha and Anne. Lastly, the biggest trouble maker of the house was Lola Johnson, their 19 year old daughter. Lola was the most spoiled brat of them all, a blonde 5 ft 6 cheerleader looking type that was ever so beautiful, but coldly knew it. She often caused all sorts of trouble around the village, but got away with it due to her daddy's money. Rude and sometimes aggressive to other members of the village, her reputation proceeded her.
Martha simply shook her head as she walked past.
The church Entrance was now steps away and she could see Anne waiting for her. "Took you long enough!" Anne yelled.
"Come to the back door Martha, it's the same as last time". Anne led Martha round the back of the aged wooden church, until they got to the back door. "Careful, there's glass everywhere" Anne said. The back door was a slim wooden fixture with giant glass panelling, that had a brick thrown straight through it. "This will be the 3rd time we've replaced the glass pane this year". "Did you call the police Anne?". "No, what's the point, they do nothing. Follow me through here, it gets worse".
Anne leads Martha through the broken door and into the back room of the church. "The Communion Wine has been taken - AGAIN". "I counted 5 bottles missing plus that smashed one on the floor". Martha could feel the puddle of Wine seeping into her Sandals. "This is the work of that Lola Johnson again. I'm sick and tired of her Martha. When is it ever going to end". "Don't worry Anne" Martha said, "I will go have another word with the mum today. I guess I wasn't clear enough the last two times!". "That girl seriously has discipline issues - I'm surprised she's not killed anyone yet" Anne said. "Leave it with me Anne, I'll go speak to them now. If you could phone a repair man, that would be great" Martha sighed.
Martha left Anne in charge of the clearing up, and marched back up towards White Orchard Manor. She was trying to recite in her head over and over what to say. Nervousness always creeped up on Martha whenever she approached the picket fence that led to the house. The doorway was huge, and it had one of those giant Victorian style bells as the door bell. Martha stamped up the steps and yanked on the bell. Through the fuzzed glass in the door, she could see someone approaching.
The door opened, and Martha was pleasantly surprised. Miss Lam answered, who was the maid and servant for the Johnson family. She was a 52 year old Filipino immigrant. Standing at 5 ft 1, petite and kept her self in really good shape. She had long black hair which was tied in a bun. Mrs Lam could easily pass for 30 years. The family made her wear a traditional Victorian maid outfit by way of amusement, but it actually made Miss Lam look very attractive.
"Oh Miss Lam, how wonderful to see you dear. How are you keeping" Martha asked.
Miss Lam spoke amazing English, with her Asian accent dominating her vocals. "Hello Vicar, it is a mutual feeling. I'm okay thank you, how are you? Miss Lam responded.
"It's nice to hear that, but I'm not doing too well, hence my visit here.
Miss Lam replied. "Oh I'm sorry to hear, how may--"
"What the fuck is going on here!?" A voiced snapped cruelly from behind Mrs Lam.
"I-iii I'm sorry Mrs Johnson, I waa-s just-"
"I don't pay you to stand around and chit chat do I foreigner? No. I didn't think so. Go back up stairs and polish my black Louboutin heels, I need them for dinner tonight. I want to see my face in them, or you can spend the night in the shed with the pigs" Mrs Johnson scolded.
"R-right away Mrs Johnson" Miss Lam tremblingly replied.
Martha couldn't quite believe the sheer cruelty of Mrs Johnson. She heard the rumour of her behaviour towards Miss Lam, but she didn't think it was as brutal and racist as this.
"Apologies for that Vicar, that little peasant needs to remember she's just a servant. Can I help you?"
"We had a break in at the church last night Mrs Johnson. The back door has been smashed, and bottles of Communion Wine have been taken. We believe this is your daughter - again"
Fleur Johnson huffed in frustration. "Again with these accusations against my daughter. This isn't the first time you've claimed things against my precious Lola, so I suggest you watch your tone.
Martha angrily responded "We have witnesses who claim to have seen your daughter running out of the church on previous occasions with bottles of wine. I do not make this accusations lightly Mrs Johnson.
Fleur Johnson shaking her head "There are other young blonde females in this town you idiot? It's not just my daughter"
"Your daughter isn't the angel you think she is. She's a troublemaker and.."
"SILENCE. Shut that fat gob of yours before anymore rubbish comes out that gaping mouth. How dare you come to MY house and speak this shit"
Martha stood there with a face and didn't quite know what to say.
Footsteps started echoing from the back of the house. As if on cue, Lola Johnson made her way into view. Wearing a black Denim Leather jacket, short auburn skirt and opaque black tights with leather Chelsea boots. Standing there grinning, while blowing bubbles with her bubble gum, she addressed the Vicar with a cunning smile.
"Morning Vicar, such a lovely day isn't it",
Martha shot back "You have some nerve girl. I know what you've been doing".
Lola laughed "I have no idea what you are talking about. Go back to your little creepy Church".
Martha scolded, trying to fight back tears. "You all think yourself so highly. But that Church is my responsibility and my livelihood. You cannot go around vandalising and stealing from me"
Lola's smile turned more evil and she stepped right upto Martha and got right into her face, whispering "You are nothing to us. No one cares for your stupid church or services. You and your ugly assistant ruin this village." And with that, Lola shoved Martha back. Martha lost her footing, landing on her back in a puddle with mud.
"HAHAHAHA." Both Fleur and Lola Johnson laughed out loud. "The Lord didn't look like he wanted to save you then did he HAHAHAHA". They both cackled to each other as they watched Martha struggling on the floor.
Martha managed to get up from the floor covered in my mud from head to toe. Tears began welling in her eyes, she couldn't believe how cruel people could be. She noticed during the fall, that she lost one of her sandals.
Fleur Johnson stood there holding it up "Missing something Vicar? Take your disgusting sweaty sandal and get off my property".
"Eurghhh mum look at her feet. She doesn't even paint her toes. How disgusting". And with that, they slammed the door shut and left poor Martha standing there covered in mud. Martha could hear them continuing to laugh, Insulting her and her weight.
Weeping and feeling stressed, Martha made her way back to the church to tell Anne what had happened.
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"They did what to you you!?! What on earth!? Should we tell the police what was said" Anne horrifyingly said.
"No, let's not go down that route for now" Martha replied, as she began wiping the mud off of her clothes with tissue.
"I'm more concerned with how they are treating poor Miss Lam than anything else. That house is the epitome of evil. It's high time that the Johnsons were put in their place Anne"
"But what can we do? If we aren't telling the police, how are we going to resolve the thefts of the Wine and dealing with the Johnsons" Anne asked bewilderingly.
"I'm going to ask Miss Lam to seek legal advice with regards to her employment and treatment in that house with Fleur Johnson. That should start some legal proceedings to drag her name through the dirt".
"And what about that brat Lola?".
Martha evilly responded "I think it's time we taught her some manners and give her the consequences of stealing from the church"
"Yes Martha but how?! I can't see where this is going"
"Anne, you recall there's a nuns quarters with a disciplinary room below the church basement, correct?"
"Yea I'm aware of the rooms below. I thought that was a room used for exorcisms?"
Martha responded " It was for the most part yes. But there was also another disciplinary process conducted itself in that room, previously for misbehaving nuns. It just so happens that the solid oak stockades, used for the disciplinary, are still there. I'm thinking we get that little troublemaking minx into them for a few hours to show her some real discipline".
Anne looked at Martha confused "You mean perform an exorcism on her?! My gosh Martha, we could be sacked by the church if they found out!!"
Martha chuckled "Not quite my dear. Follow me, let's check the basement out"
Martha led Anne down the center of the main church, along the cold granite flooring. Row after row of seats with prayer books sat eerily still as they made their way towards the altar. Martha reached down to a lever that was sticking out of the Altar "Let's hope this still works" she said.
With a firm pull, the lever clanked. A wooden panel in the Altar slowly crept open, revealing a stairway passage leading down into the darkness. Martha lit a match as they both slowly descend the stair case.
The route was covered in cobwebs, and smelt of old damp wood. "I'm scared!!" Anne cowered. "Don't be afraid Anne, the Lord is always with us" Martha said comfortingly.
With the two of them now reaching the bottom of the stairs, the layout of the old Nuns basement became clear. There were 4 rooms. The Nuns Rest Quarters, the Nuns Bathroom, and 2 rooms at the back with wood slabs hanging above the doors which read 'Disciplinary'.
"It's crazy isn't it Anne, to think we are standing on the grounds of our history - Almost haunting".
"Yeah" Anne replied "it's definitely haunting. Looks like there's torches on the walls. Let's use your matches to give this place some light".
The two of them lit the torches, which illuminated the room. Portraits and pictures of older times lined the walls.
"Let's head into one of the Disciplinary rooms and see what it's like inside" Martha said. They walked up to the door, which was a heavy wooden bolted door that was already slightly open. Martha pushed the door open and proceeded through, when all of a sudden Anne noticed a ripped piece of parchment laying on the floor. She could faintly make out writing on one side. It read;
'Sister Beaumont has been found guilty of sleeping with the stable boy Richard Cartwright. To pay for her sins, Elizabeth Cartwright, Richards wife, has ordered Sister Beaumont to spend a day in the stockades. Elizabeth Cartwright will oversee and conduct the discipline, and has decided that Sister Beaumonts immobilised bare feet shall be feath...'
The end of the parchment stops there, with the remaining piece missing. "I wonder what on earth this all means", Anne thought to herself.
"Anne, get in here, you have to see this!!".
Anne went through the door and gasped at the sight before her. A pristine set of solid oak stocks, attached to a wooden seated chair. The rest of the room was empty, aside from a table towards the back.
"I knew it, it's all here, this is absolutely perfect" squealed Martha. "I still don't understand" Anne replied. "Let's just say little miss Lola Johnson is going to be seated rather comfortably in this room" Martha quipped back.
"Oh look over here" Martha followed up.
In the corner of the room, there were discarded Victorian dresses and clothing, including stockings and shoes. Some of which looked very expensive. Martha began to rustle through the clothing, when she found another ripped piece of parchment, which read;
'Dear Mr Wellington,
As discussed previously at your residence, your daughter, Charlotte Wellington, age 20 of The Wellington Estate, has been found guilty of supplying Alcohol and funneling Nuns into the Village tavern. You agreed to her spending a week here at the church to pay for her sins.
I can report that after 2 days in the stockades, your sultry brunette daughter is finally repenting after spending some time with Mother Superior. Charlotte, and her bladder, are finding out just what it's like when a pair of soft, rich pampered feet are ripped out of their stockings, and tortured by Mother superiors sharp na....'
The ripped parchment ends there. Martha giggled to herself.
"What's so funny?" Said Anne.
"Oh nothing, I'm just in a funny mood" Martha replied.
"Soooo, what is happening down here with that bitch Lola Johnson?"
Martha walked up to Anne, leaned in her ear and whispered to her.
Anne's eyes bulged and her mouth was gasped with a huge smile. "Oh my, that is evil, but I love it. That will teach the brat to stop putting her foot in the wrong place". They both laughed with each other.
"Cancel the service today please Anne, and apologise to the community. We have an evening to prepare for!!!"
About 8 hours had passed and the sky had started to get dark. The plans were all ready.
"Anne, remember to leave the back door open and the light on tonight in the church. Slutty Lola can see the church from her room, and she will definitely be wanting to help herself to more Wine" Martha confidently said with a smile.
"Yes Martha, I've got it all under control. As you planned, I will leave out a glass of Red Wine next to the back door too, and lace it with crushed sleeping tablets. She will be out cold in minutes".
"Excellent" Martha gleamed.
"Let us both get into our Church attire and wait for little miss priss to inevitably make her way over".
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Meanwhile, in White Orchard Manor, Lola was chilling in her bedroom.
She was laying in bed on her front, with her stockinged feet floating in the air as she flicked through pages of dresses in her iPad. Her white painted toes curling each time she found one that she liked as they shine through the black nylon material.
With a big yawn, she got up from her bed and went to fetch her daddy's credit card so she could buy the dresses she wanted. She got in sight of her window, and noticed the church side door illuminated and open. She began to laugh to herself "That stupid fat ugly Vicar. She's just asking for it at this point".
"MUM. DO YOU FANCY SOME WINE? THAT FUCKING DUMB VICAR HAS LAID IT ON A PLATE FOR ME AGAIN" Lola shouted.
"Hahaha, those disgusting peasants just don't learn do they. Just be careful and don't be gone too long"
Lola put on her black leather Chelsea boots and her denim jacket and went to leave through the front door. Just as she was leaving, she could hear her mum shouting at the servant. "Miss Lam, why is my fucking dress not ironed?! I'm leaving shortly you stupid fuck". Miss Lam could be heard panicking in the background as the front door slammed shut.
Lola strode confidently over to the Church with a big grin on her face. No one could say no to free alcohol.
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"I hope she turns up tonight!, I'm bloody freezing!" Anne said to Margaret. "I'm confident she will strut over soon Anne. It'll all be worth it",
They were camped out in the bushes opposite the church, waiting for their prey. "Did you bring a feather?" Martha asked Anne. "Yes I did, 2 long soft plumes are in my back pocket" Anne said. "Excellent, they will get that troublemaker to sing haha".
They could see a silhouette approaching in the distance.
"That's her Martha! Oh my gosh, that's her!!". "Quiet and don't move a muscle, let her enter" Martha responded.
As expected, poor Lola Johnson had taken the bait and marched straight towards the open side door. She took note of the Wine glass laying near the floor. "Hmm, don't mind if I do" she said cheekily and gulped the wine down all in one. Throwing the glass to one side, she went inside the church and out of sight.
"That's the hard work done now Anne" Martha rejoiced. "Let's slowly creep to the back door".
Both Martha and Anne crept up slowly from the bushes across the grass, making sure not to make a sound. As they got closer, they could hear bottles smashing and the sound of Lola laughing. They got to the door entrance and went inside.
Lola was sitting on a crate drinking wine from a bottle when the two of them approached her.
"And just what do you think you're doing in my Church you little shit?" Martha said furiously. Lola was almost taken back and surprised by the encounter, but her smugness soon took back over. "Oh look who it is, the Fat peasant, and the poor peasant. Hahaha" Lola said aloud.
Martha intersected. "You have made a big mistake my dear. Do you have any idea what they did to rebellious little brats like yourself in the old days?
Lola shrugged it off. "Nothing I bet money and privilege couldn't help them with" she smugly replied.
"Hahaha, you have no idea you stupid little girl" Martha replied. Anne barked at Lola "You look a bit tired, everything okay Miss Johnson?".
"I'm err...f-ine......wha-at is...t-his" Lola started to sway and mumble.
"It's called sleeping powder you dumb blonde. What do you say Lola...care to spend an evening with us in the stockades? Hahahaha" they both laughed as Lola began blocking out.
"You..yo-u..fuc-kingg....fat...c-unts"
Lola fell towards the floor, and she was caught by Martha and Anne just in time. They picked her up on their shoulders and marched her towards the Altar. "Let's take a visit to the basement hahaha" both Martha and Anne gleamed.
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Lola began to open her eyes slowly and awake from her slumber. Her eyes flicked as she came to. The first thing she noticed was that she couldn't move. She was seated in a wooden chair with her arms tied above her head. Her legs lay straight, with her ankles slotted through the holes of a set of solid oak stocks. She could just about make out the tips of her Chelsea boots over the stocks. 2 small rings with string poking out were coming from the top of the stocks.
"AHH, our princess is finally awake" Martha cackled.
"You look a bit...vulnerable Miss Johnson" Anne said.
"What in the FUCK HAVE YOU BOTH DONE TO ME. GET ME THE FUCK OUT NOW. WHERE EVEN AM I YOU UGLY TOADS"
"You're in the discipline room of the nuns quarter dearie, no one can hear you down here" Martha said.
Lola looked briefly terrified, but came over with anger. "YOU LET ME OUT NOW. MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS AND SUE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU. HAHA. YOU DUMB CHURCH FUCKS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE MISTAKE YOU HAVE MADE".
"You may go home freely later tonight Lola after we've put you through a bit of therapy. It's high time you changed your ways. We are sick of you terrorising our church and the village as a whole".
"YOU UGLY TOADS DESERVE IT. I AM A JOHNSON, YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU ONLY LIVE OFF MY DADS MONEY. GET ME THE FUCK OUT NOW".
"You know Lola" , Martha said "about 200 years ago there was a leader of the Nunnery in this very basement. Her name was Mother Superior Smith. The Village Dads and Mums would often bring their rebellious, misbehaving and thieving Daughters to her. Not to join the Nunnery, but to issue a form of discipline"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR OLD SHIT STORIES. LET ME OUT BEFORE ME AND MY MUM BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU".
"There was this one case of a young Princess named Delores Beckett. She had long been known to cause all sorts of havoc. From stealing from the crown treasury, and worst of all, she rode over a small boy on her horse and killed him in front of his mum. The whole village had enough, and her father demanded the Nunnery take control of her. Mother Superior Smith took Delores Beckett, and sat the fiery red head in those very stocks you are in. Mother Superior removed the Princesses expensive silk flats and proceeded to tie her toes back, leaving her soles taught. She then invited the mother of the boy that the princess had killed. Do you know what they did to her?".
"IF YOU FUCKING BURN ME OR WHIP ME I SWEAR TO GOD, MY MUM WILL BURN YOU BOTH AT THE STAKE" Lola snapped.
Martha replied. "Oh no dearie, they didn't hurt her. They both took one foot each, and ran soft feathers over the soles of her soft ticklish feet. It drove the young Princess mad, especially when the vengeful mum started using her nails.",
Lola eyes widened all of a sudden and she started to scream. "AHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK. NO. PLEASE NO. SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEE.
"That's right Lola, we are going to tickle the soles of your beautiful feet" Anne chimed in and laughed.
Martha brazenly bellowed "Anne, I think it's time we see what we are working with here. Let's get her de-booted. OFF WITH HER SHOES".
Lola screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOOO MUMMMM HELP MEEEEEEE"
Anne approached the stocks and grabbed a hold of her left boot. With a tug, the boot flew off with ease. Anne hung the boot on the end of the stocks.
"Oh what a pretty looking foot. You must be..size 6?". Anne ran a nail across the tops of her toes. "Ooo, white nail polish, such a pure colour for such an evil girl hahahaha"
"DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING FEET. PLEASE I BEG YOU IM SO SORRY". Lola screamed.
"Let's get this other one off then" Martha marched up and removed the right boot.
Both Martha and Anne brought up a stool and sat at each foot. They could see her body starting to writhe.
"Now tell me Lola, are you pretty feet ticklish" Martha she cackled as glided an out stretched index finger down the length of her sole.
"AHA NOOOOOO. PLEASE STOP THIS. I WILL DO ANYTHING PLEASE NO. Lola pleaded.
"I'll take that as a yes" Anne looked at Martha and smiled. "Oh this will be fun"
Screams and laughter echoed throughout the basement floor as Martha and Anne's sharp finger nails descended upon Lola's ticklish tootsies. Anne used both hands to scribble her fingers and glide them over her stockinged soles. Martha preferred a more sadistic method of holding back her toes, and dragging her index finger up and down the length of her sole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOP" Lola screamed.
"Enjoying your punishment are you Lola. Girls with feet this sensitive should learn to behave". Martha coldy said.
"GEEEEETTTT AWAYYYYYYY FROMMMM AHAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEEEEEEEET HAHAHAHAHAH"
They both continued the tickling and began to hum Church choir songs to themselves as they fished out their punishment.
"MUUUUUMMMMMM DAAAAAADDDD HELPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Enjoying yourself Lola? This is for years of abuse" they cackled.
Anne continued with both hands ravaging her left foot, whilst Martha switched tactics and began scraping the pads on her individual toes. Tears started to stream down her face.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEEEET HAHAHAHAHAHA AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY HAHAHAHAHAHA"
The torture continued for about 15 minutes before Martha called a stop.
"Let this hussy breathe for a moment Anne".
Martha approached Lola in her seat and got close to her face. "Do you know what torture method was most successful for Mother Superior Smith" Martha asked.
Lola just screamed. Martha laughed. "It was the taught soles of bare feet. ANNE, LETS GIVE HER FEET SOME AIR".
"NOOOOOO NOT MY BARE FEET. ANYTHING PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE. MUUUUUUUUYM HELPPPP MEEEEE"
Both Martha and Anne sat back down on their stalls. Anne went first and pierced a hole in Lola's stockings just below the toe line. She stretched the hole out and peeled it over the rest of her foot.
Lola's feet were clearly pampered daily. Not an inch of rough skin was on her Size 6 barefoot. The heel and ball of her foot was a peachy colour, with the sole porcelain cream. Her toes were evenly centered and painted a beautiful white colour.
"What a beautiful looking foot. I can barely smell any sweat at all" Anne said as she gazed into the sole.
"Ooooo, you take care of your precious piggies well Lola. I will enjoy making them sensitive and sweaty" Martha said.
Martha tore open the remaining foot with her mouth.
"YOU FUCKING SICK **** ANIMALS. YOU'RE DEAD IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO"
Martha replied, "Speaking of letting go, her toes look a bit free. Let's put these piggies back in their holding pen"
Martha and Anne grabbed the string and began looping each toe back to the stock board tight. Both feet were now fully taut.
"Let's test we have them tied correctly" Martha said. They both drew their index fingers slowly from toe to heel. Lola's feet didn't move an inch.
"AHHHHHAHAHA WHATTTTT THE FUCKKKKKK I HAHAHAHAHA CANTTTTT MOVE HAHAHAHAHA".
"My my, I have never felt something so soft. These soles are like pillows. My finger is just gliding." Martha teased as she drove Lola mad with her single finger.
"Anne, I'm having fun with this taut sole. How about you give her little toes a good sawing"
"Ooooo, good idea, let's polish her cute little toes"
"GOOOODDD FUCKINGGGGGGG NOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOO HELPPPPPPP MEEEEEEE MUMMMMMMMM HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Anne produced a Purple feather from her back pocket, and waved it in view of Lola. "Does someone's piggies want a clean? Hahaha".
Anne weaved the feather in and out of her toes, causing Lola to get absolutely mad. Her body jumped and she cried and laughed uncontrollably. Mascara and makeup streaming down her flushed red face. Her feet getting slightly moist and pinker as the torture went on.
"Ooo, these pretty feet are starting to moisten. Does this little rude girl have ticklish sweaty feet?" Martha mocked as her nails glided over Lola's taut sole.
Lola couldn't respond. She was a laughing sweating wreck.
"This is what rebellious young brats like you get. A thorough tickling on your bare tootsies. I bet you wished you behaved now you little *****.
Martha brought together both her index fingers and run them up and down her taught soles slowly. Lola was bright red and dripping with sweat. Her poor feet couldn't move an inch.
Suddenly out of nowhere, there was a very loud bang coming from upstairs on the church door. It was so loud, that it echoed all the way downstairs.
Martha was a bit Startled. "Anne, let's leave this brat for a moment. Don't go anywhere please Lola hahaha"
They both left the room and proceeded upstairs to the church floor. They could hear the bangs getting louder and louder. They approached the door and opened it. A site that surprised both of them.
A makeup covered Fleur Johnson stood in the doorway. Her curled shoulder length blonde hair swayed in the wind as she stood there wearing a tight black dress and expensive Louboutin heels on her bare feet.
"Have you seen my daughter? She's not come home yet" Fleur asked frantically.
"We have Mrs Johnson. She's spending some time with us at the Nunnery, rethinking her behaviour".
Fleur Johnson, outraged at the remark "If you've laid a finger on her, I will kill you fucking fat old cows".
"Oh we have laid many fingers on her, but she's in no pain" Martha smiled evilly.
"YOU FUCKING ****" Fleur Johnson shouted. She cocked her fist and leaned back to throw a punch, when at the last minute, Miss Lam came out of nowhere from the darkness and grabbed her arm.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU SKANK FOREIGNER. GET THE FUCK OFF ME".
Both Martha and Anne grabbed Fleur Johnsons legs and the 3 of them hoisted her up.
"Miss Lam, so good to see you. Let's take this bimbo tart inside and reunite her with her daughter"
The 3 of them carried her inside and downstairs towards the basement.
"Miss Lam, we will explain everything shortly. Just lead this Bimbo down here please" Martha said.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME YOU PEASANT FUCKS. ILL FUCK YOU ALL UP" Fleur Johnson shouted.
Lola briefly came into view. Her soft peach barefoot with ripped nylon ankles caught Fleurs eye. Her boots positioned on the end of the stocks. "Lola, is that you?" She cried out.
They reached the bottom of the stairs. "In this room, quickly now" Anne said. They took Fleur into the 2nd disciplinary room and went about securing her in the other set of stockades.
Lola thought she could here her mum's voice "MUM, IS THAT YOU. THESE UGLY FUCKING CUNTS HAVE ME HERE"
Fleur couldn't even here her daughter due to all the raucous in the room. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME YOU PSYCHOS. YOU ARE ALL DEAD." Fleur raged.
They managed to get her in the stocks securely. Martha went over to Miss Lam and whispered to her what had gone on. Her face turned to a huge smile, like a Cheshire Cat. Fleur continued to threaten them with violent insults.
"Vicar, here, let me" Miss Lam said. She slowly reached down and took off her shoes and socks. Miss Lam then took the socks and walked up to Fleur Johnson.
"This is for years of abuse to me, you bitch. I'm going to enjoy this. Here, see what an 18 hour shift tastes of". Miss Lam then shoved both her socks into Fleurs mouth as a gag.
Both Martha and Anne gasped at the savageness, but loved it. They both noted Miss Lam's feet look flawless. Soft and well cared for, with no nail polish.
"Miss Lam, think you can handle this bitch while we see to her bratty daughter?"
"Oh with pleasure".
Miss Lam walked up to the stocks and sat on a stool at the end. She began to untie Fleur Johnson's Louboutin High Heels with an evil smile. Fleur wriggled in her gag and bondage "MMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR"
Whilst this was going on Anne headed in to check on Lola.
Lola shouted insults as she caught sight of Anne again. Lola's pinkish hue on her bare feet glowed as Anne approached.
"Good news, you little shit, your mum's here. Bad news though, is that Miss Lam has her stocked in the same way as you, and is currently prizing your mum's expensive high heels off her feet".
A sudden whack noise hit the wall. "Ooo, sounds like that high heel has been flung off. I believe Miss Lam will enjoy finding out just how ticklish your mum's bare feet are. But for now, let me continue polishing these tootsies for you". Anne took a seat with a smile, and gently stroked 2 feathers up and down Lola's feet.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MUUUUUUUUUMMMMAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Meanwhile Miss Lam had removed both of Fleur Johnson's Louboutins. Her Size 7 feet flailed as she lay immobile. "Oh Mrs Johnson, I love your black nail polish. Your toes look so cute" .Her feet were again flawless pink and creamy on the sole. Fleur Johnson continued to scream in her gag.
"Here Miss Lam, let's tie her toes back. It makes the feet more sensitive" Martha quipped.
They both began tying her toes back. Miss Lam piped up "Mrs Johnson, did you ever find out why your husband kept me on for so long? I'll tell you, it's because he enjoyed fucking me and not you. He loved my feet in particular. While you soak in the bath, I'd take his cock between my soft soles and milk him till he came all over me. I massaged his shaft with my toes, Filipino style. And now I will see to your feet, how poetic"
Fleur Johnson was livid, flushed and panicking. She could only make weird noises from her gag, which amused Martha and Miss Lam.
"Miss Lam, shall we see if Fleur Johnson's pampered feet are as ticklish as her daughter's?"
"If you don't mind, can I have her to myself for the first hour?"
"By all means" Martha smiled. And with that, she left the room.
Martha closed the door behind her, but stood next to it for a few minutes to listen in.
"So Mrs Johnson, let me teach you not to mess with Filipino women. Your soft feet are mine".
Miss Lam's fingers nails ravaged her taught soles, sending Fleur Johnson into a fit. "You mess with me bitch!? I tickle your pretty immobile feet Filipino style".
"MRRRRRRPPOHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRM" Fleurs gag could be heard from through the door.
Martha walked back into the room with Lola. Anne was singing 'This little Piggy" to Lola as she feathered her bare feet and toes.
"It turns out Lola, that your mum's feet are just as ticklish. It must run in the family".
"Sorry for the smell Martha, her bladder burst a few moments ago. She cannot stand me sawing her toes" Anne laughed.
Martha walked up to her stool and took hold of Martha's now red foot by the big toe, and scraped her individual toe pads with her index finger. "Let's continue where we left off, brat"
"This little piggy...."
"NOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HELPPPPPPP MEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA"
The end.
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Martha let out a long drawn sigh as she sat up in bed after a beautiful sleep. The sunlight from the coming morning glistened through her curtains on what was a crisp summers day in the Countryside. It was a Sunday, which for most people would be a nice relaxing day. Unfortunately not for Martha however, who was the Village Vicar - and she had a service to prepare for!
Martha was a 67 Year old White English lady, who had been the Village Vicar for 4 years now. Standing at 5 ft 2, she was short and chubby, but had a lovely joyful personality that resonated with all the villagers of Wilderwood.
With a huge stretch, she flung open the curtains and took in the mesmerising sight of the rising sun over the village back drop. She loved where she lived and what she did - to Martha she was living the perfect life. Martha could see someone trudging up her front garden waving their arms. "MARTHA! HELLO! Can you hear me?". She recognised the voice instantly - it was her Church assistant Anne. Anne was a 58 year old part time Church assistant who helped Martha out with services, and keeping the church clean. She was 5 ft 6 with ginger hair and freckles on her face, with an average sized body.
Martha opened up her Window.
"Anne, it's 8am, what on earth is the matter? Church service isn't until 12am" Martha responded. "It's happened again, there's glass everywhere. You need to come see for yourself" Anne replied. "Oh for goodness sake, this is getting out of hand Anne. We need to get to the bottom of this". "Well hurry up and get down here, I'll meet you at the church in 10 minutes" and with that, Anne headed off.
"That bloody family" Martha thought in her head. She quickly put some clothes on and made herself look decent. Heading down to the kitchen, she took a quick swig of Orange Juice and put some summer sandals on her bare feet before leaving hastily through the front door. Luckily Martha's Vicar residence was a 3 minute walk to the Church.
The sweet smell of fresh summer cut grass filled the air. Coupled with the sound of birds singing, it was a peaceful walk across the green countryside. Martha could see the church sitting on the hill in the distance, which was always a sight that exuded happiness. Unfortunately though, the happiness was always cut short at that precise moment.
White Orchard Manor suddenly came into view on the right hand side, which left a bad taste in her mouth every time she walked past it. Nonetheless, a picture perfect looking Tudor style mansion with acres of land attached to it. Its occupants however, were less than perfect. The Manor was home to the Johnsons, a well-to-do family that the village heavily relied on for investment and boy, did it go to the family's heads.
Charles Johnson, was a 60 year old businessman who out of them all, was liked by the village. He would often finance village repairs and give back to the community. He was however always out of town in business, and rarely seen around. This meant that his trophy wife Fleur Johnson ran the property. She was a 42 year 5 ft 8 blonde with a dazzling figure, youthful looks and a love for money. Vain as a celebrity, she kept herself pampered and wore the most expensive clothes, often looking down on the rest of the villagers, especially Martha and Anne. Lastly, the biggest trouble maker of the house was Lola Johnson, their 19 year old daughter. Lola was the most spoiled brat of them all, a blonde 5 ft 6 cheerleader looking type that was ever so beautiful, but coldly knew it. She often caused all sorts of trouble around the village, but got away with it due to her daddy's money. Rude and sometimes aggressive to other members of the village, her reputation proceeded her.
Martha simply shook her head as she walked past.
The church Entrance was now steps away and she could see Anne waiting for her. "Took you long enough!" Anne yelled.
"Come to the back door Martha, it's the same as last time". Anne led Martha round the back of the aged wooden church, until they got to the back door. "Careful, there's glass everywhere" Anne said. The back door was a slim wooden fixture with giant glass panelling, that had a brick thrown straight through it. "This will be the 3rd time we've replaced the glass pane this year". "Did you call the police Anne?". "No, what's the point, they do nothing. Follow me through here, it gets worse".
Anne leads Martha through the broken door and into the back room of the church. "The Communion Wine has been taken - AGAIN". "I counted 5 bottles missing plus that smashed one on the floor". Martha could feel the puddle of Wine seeping into her Sandals. "This is the work of that Lola Johnson again. I'm sick and tired of her Martha. When is it ever going to end". "Don't worry Anne" Martha said, "I will go have another word with the mum today. I guess I wasn't clear enough the last two times!". "That girl seriously has discipline issues - I'm surprised she's not killed anyone yet" Anne said. "Leave it with me Anne, I'll go speak to them now. If you could phone a repair man, that would be great" Martha sighed.
Martha left Anne in charge of the clearing up, and marched back up towards White Orchard Manor. She was trying to recite in her head over and over what to say. Nervousness always creeped up on Martha whenever she approached the picket fence that led to the house. The doorway was huge, and it had one of those giant Victorian style bells as the door bell. Martha stamped up the steps and yanked on the bell. Through the fuzzed glass in the door, she could see someone approaching.
The door opened, and Martha was pleasantly surprised. Miss Lam answered, who was the maid and servant for the Johnson family. She was a 52 year old Filipino immigrant. Standing at 5 ft 1, petite and kept her self in really good shape. She had long black hair which was tied in a bun. Mrs Lam could easily pass for 30 years. The family made her wear a traditional Victorian maid outfit by way of amusement, but it actually made Miss Lam look very attractive.
"Oh Miss Lam, how wonderful to see you dear. How are you keeping" Martha asked.
Miss Lam spoke amazing English, with her Asian accent dominating her vocals. "Hello Vicar, it is a mutual feeling. I'm okay thank you, how are you? Miss Lam responded.
"It's nice to hear that, but I'm not doing too well, hence my visit here.
Miss Lam replied. "Oh I'm sorry to hear, how may--"
"What the fuck is going on here!?" A voiced snapped cruelly from behind Mrs Lam.
"I-iii I'm sorry Mrs Johnson, I waa-s just-"
"I don't pay you to stand around and chit chat do I foreigner? No. I didn't think so. Go back up stairs and polish my black Louboutin heels, I need them for dinner tonight. I want to see my face in them, or you can spend the night in the shed with the pigs" Mrs Johnson scolded.
"R-right away Mrs Johnson" Miss Lam tremblingly replied.
Martha couldn't quite believe the sheer cruelty of Mrs Johnson. She heard the rumour of her behaviour towards Miss Lam, but she didn't think it was as brutal and racist as this.
"Apologies for that Vicar, that little peasant needs to remember she's just a servant. Can I help you?"
"We had a break in at the church last night Mrs Johnson. The back door has been smashed, and bottles of Communion Wine have been taken. We believe this is your daughter - again"
Fleur Johnson huffed in frustration. "Again with these accusations against my daughter. This isn't the first time you've claimed things against my precious Lola, so I suggest you watch your tone.
Martha angrily responded "We have witnesses who claim to have seen your daughter running out of the church on previous occasions with bottles of wine. I do not make this accusations lightly Mrs Johnson.
Fleur Johnson shaking her head "There are other young blonde females in this town you idiot? It's not just my daughter"
"Your daughter isn't the angel you think she is. She's a troublemaker and.."
"SILENCE. Shut that fat gob of yours before anymore rubbish comes out that gaping mouth. How dare you come to MY house and speak this shit"
Martha stood there with a face and didn't quite know what to say.
Footsteps started echoing from the back of the house. As if on cue, Lola Johnson made her way into view. Wearing a black Denim Leather jacket, short auburn skirt and opaque black tights with leather Chelsea boots. Standing there grinning, while blowing bubbles with her bubble gum, she addressed the Vicar with a cunning smile.
"Morning Vicar, such a lovely day isn't it",
Martha shot back "You have some nerve girl. I know what you've been doing".
Lola laughed "I have no idea what you are talking about. Go back to your little creepy Church".
Martha scolded, trying to fight back tears. "You all think yourself so highly. But that Church is my responsibility and my livelihood. You cannot go around vandalising and stealing from me"
Lola's smile turned more evil and she stepped right upto Martha and got right into her face, whispering "You are nothing to us. No one cares for your stupid church or services. You and your ugly assistant ruin this village." And with that, Lola shoved Martha back. Martha lost her footing, landing on her back in a puddle with mud.
"HAHAHAHA." Both Fleur and Lola Johnson laughed out loud. "The Lord didn't look like he wanted to save you then did he HAHAHAHA". They both cackled to each other as they watched Martha struggling on the floor.
Martha managed to get up from the floor covered in my mud from head to toe. Tears began welling in her eyes, she couldn't believe how cruel people could be. She noticed during the fall, that she lost one of her sandals.
Fleur Johnson stood there holding it up "Missing something Vicar? Take your disgusting sweaty sandal and get off my property".
"Eurghhh mum look at her feet. She doesn't even paint her toes. How disgusting". And with that, they slammed the door shut and left poor Martha standing there covered in mud. Martha could hear them continuing to laugh, Insulting her and her weight.
Weeping and feeling stressed, Martha made her way back to the church to tell Anne what had happened.
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"They did what to you you!?! What on earth!? Should we tell the police what was said" Anne horrifyingly said.
"No, let's not go down that route for now" Martha replied, as she began wiping the mud off of her clothes with tissue.
"I'm more concerned with how they are treating poor Miss Lam than anything else. That house is the epitome of evil. It's high time that the Johnsons were put in their place Anne"
"But what can we do? If we aren't telling the police, how are we going to resolve the thefts of the Wine and dealing with the Johnsons" Anne asked bewilderingly.
"I'm going to ask Miss Lam to seek legal advice with regards to her employment and treatment in that house with Fleur Johnson. That should start some legal proceedings to drag her name through the dirt".
"And what about that brat Lola?".
Martha evilly responded "I think it's time we taught her some manners and give her the consequences of stealing from the church"
"Yes Martha but how?! I can't see where this is going"
"Anne, you recall there's a nuns quarters with a disciplinary room below the church basement, correct?"
"Yea I'm aware of the rooms below. I thought that was a room used for exorcisms?"
Martha responded " It was for the most part yes. But there was also another disciplinary process conducted itself in that room, previously for misbehaving nuns. It just so happens that the solid oak stockades, used for the disciplinary, are still there. I'm thinking we get that little troublemaking minx into them for a few hours to show her some real discipline".
Anne looked at Martha confused "You mean perform an exorcism on her?! My gosh Martha, we could be sacked by the church if they found out!!"
Martha chuckled "Not quite my dear. Follow me, let's check the basement out"
Martha led Anne down the center of the main church, along the cold granite flooring. Row after row of seats with prayer books sat eerily still as they made their way towards the altar. Martha reached down to a lever that was sticking out of the Altar "Let's hope this still works" she said.
With a firm pull, the lever clanked. A wooden panel in the Altar slowly crept open, revealing a stairway passage leading down into the darkness. Martha lit a match as they both slowly descend the stair case.
The route was covered in cobwebs, and smelt of old damp wood. "I'm scared!!" Anne cowered. "Don't be afraid Anne, the Lord is always with us" Martha said comfortingly.
With the two of them now reaching the bottom of the stairs, the layout of the old Nuns basement became clear. There were 4 rooms. The Nuns Rest Quarters, the Nuns Bathroom, and 2 rooms at the back with wood slabs hanging above the doors which read 'Disciplinary'.
"It's crazy isn't it Anne, to think we are standing on the grounds of our history - Almost haunting".
"Yeah" Anne replied "it's definitely haunting. Looks like there's torches on the walls. Let's use your matches to give this place some light".
The two of them lit the torches, which illuminated the room. Portraits and pictures of older times lined the walls.
"Let's head into one of the Disciplinary rooms and see what it's like inside" Martha said. They walked up to the door, which was a heavy wooden bolted door that was already slightly open. Martha pushed the door open and proceeded through, when all of a sudden Anne noticed a ripped piece of parchment laying on the floor. She could faintly make out writing on one side. It read;
'Sister Beaumont has been found guilty of sleeping with the stable boy Richard Cartwright. To pay for her sins, Elizabeth Cartwright, Richards wife, has ordered Sister Beaumont to spend a day in the stockades. Elizabeth Cartwright will oversee and conduct the discipline, and has decided that Sister Beaumonts immobilised bare feet shall be feath...'
The end of the parchment stops there, with the remaining piece missing. "I wonder what on earth this all means", Anne thought to herself.
"Anne, get in here, you have to see this!!".
Anne went through the door and gasped at the sight before her. A pristine set of solid oak stocks, attached to a wooden seated chair. The rest of the room was empty, aside from a table towards the back.
"I knew it, it's all here, this is absolutely perfect" squealed Martha. "I still don't understand" Anne replied. "Let's just say little miss Lola Johnson is going to be seated rather comfortably in this room" Martha quipped back.
"Oh look over here" Martha followed up.
In the corner of the room, there were discarded Victorian dresses and clothing, including stockings and shoes. Some of which looked very expensive. Martha began to rustle through the clothing, when she found another ripped piece of parchment, which read;
'Dear Mr Wellington,
As discussed previously at your residence, your daughter, Charlotte Wellington, age 20 of The Wellington Estate, has been found guilty of supplying Alcohol and funneling Nuns into the Village tavern. You agreed to her spending a week here at the church to pay for her sins.
I can report that after 2 days in the stockades, your sultry brunette daughter is finally repenting after spending some time with Mother Superior. Charlotte, and her bladder, are finding out just what it's like when a pair of soft, rich pampered feet are ripped out of their stockings, and tortured by Mother superiors sharp na....'
The ripped parchment ends there. Martha giggled to herself.
"What's so funny?" Said Anne.
"Oh nothing, I'm just in a funny mood" Martha replied.
"Soooo, what is happening down here with that bitch Lola Johnson?"
Martha walked up to Anne, leaned in her ear and whispered to her.
Anne's eyes bulged and her mouth was gasped with a huge smile. "Oh my, that is evil, but I love it. That will teach the brat to stop putting her foot in the wrong place". They both laughed with each other.
"Cancel the service today please Anne, and apologise to the community. We have an evening to prepare for!!!"
About 8 hours had passed and the sky had started to get dark. The plans were all ready.
"Anne, remember to leave the back door open and the light on tonight in the church. Slutty Lola can see the church from her room, and she will definitely be wanting to help herself to more Wine" Martha confidently said with a smile.
"Yes Martha, I've got it all under control. As you planned, I will leave out a glass of Red Wine next to the back door too, and lace it with crushed sleeping tablets. She will be out cold in minutes".
"Excellent" Martha gleamed.
"Let us both get into our Church attire and wait for little miss priss to inevitably make her way over".
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Meanwhile, in White Orchard Manor, Lola was chilling in her bedroom.
She was laying in bed on her front, with her stockinged feet floating in the air as she flicked through pages of dresses in her iPad. Her white painted toes curling each time she found one that she liked as they shine through the black nylon material.
With a big yawn, she got up from her bed and went to fetch her daddy's credit card so she could buy the dresses she wanted. She got in sight of her window, and noticed the church side door illuminated and open. She began to laugh to herself "That stupid fat ugly Vicar. She's just asking for it at this point".
"MUM. DO YOU FANCY SOME WINE? THAT FUCKING DUMB VICAR HAS LAID IT ON A PLATE FOR ME AGAIN" Lola shouted.
"Hahaha, those disgusting peasants just don't learn do they. Just be careful and don't be gone too long"
Lola put on her black leather Chelsea boots and her denim jacket and went to leave through the front door. Just as she was leaving, she could hear her mum shouting at the servant. "Miss Lam, why is my fucking dress not ironed?! I'm leaving shortly you stupid fuck". Miss Lam could be heard panicking in the background as the front door slammed shut.
Lola strode confidently over to the Church with a big grin on her face. No one could say no to free alcohol.
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"I hope she turns up tonight!, I'm bloody freezing!" Anne said to Margaret. "I'm confident she will strut over soon Anne. It'll all be worth it",
They were camped out in the bushes opposite the church, waiting for their prey. "Did you bring a feather?" Martha asked Anne. "Yes I did, 2 long soft plumes are in my back pocket" Anne said. "Excellent, they will get that troublemaker to sing haha".
They could see a silhouette approaching in the distance.
"That's her Martha! Oh my gosh, that's her!!". "Quiet and don't move a muscle, let her enter" Martha responded.
As expected, poor Lola Johnson had taken the bait and marched straight towards the open side door. She took note of the Wine glass laying near the floor. "Hmm, don't mind if I do" she said cheekily and gulped the wine down all in one. Throwing the glass to one side, she went inside the church and out of sight.
"That's the hard work done now Anne" Martha rejoiced. "Let's slowly creep to the back door".
Both Martha and Anne crept up slowly from the bushes across the grass, making sure not to make a sound. As they got closer, they could hear bottles smashing and the sound of Lola laughing. They got to the door entrance and went inside.
Lola was sitting on a crate drinking wine from a bottle when the two of them approached her.
"And just what do you think you're doing in my Church you little shit?" Martha said furiously. Lola was almost taken back and surprised by the encounter, but her smugness soon took back over. "Oh look who it is, the Fat peasant, and the poor peasant. Hahaha" Lola said aloud.
Martha intersected. "You have made a big mistake my dear. Do you have any idea what they did to rebellious little brats like yourself in the old days?
Lola shrugged it off. "Nothing I bet money and privilege couldn't help them with" she smugly replied.
"Hahaha, you have no idea you stupid little girl" Martha replied. Anne barked at Lola "You look a bit tired, everything okay Miss Johnson?".
"I'm err...f-ine......wha-at is...t-his" Lola started to sway and mumble.
"It's called sleeping powder you dumb blonde. What do you say Lola...care to spend an evening with us in the stockades? Hahahaha" they both laughed as Lola began blocking out.
"You..yo-u..fuc-kingg....fat...c-unts"
Lola fell towards the floor, and she was caught by Martha and Anne just in time. They picked her up on their shoulders and marched her towards the Altar. "Let's take a visit to the basement hahaha" both Martha and Anne gleamed.
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Lola began to open her eyes slowly and awake from her slumber. Her eyes flicked as she came to. The first thing she noticed was that she couldn't move. She was seated in a wooden chair with her arms tied above her head. Her legs lay straight, with her ankles slotted through the holes of a set of solid oak stocks. She could just about make out the tips of her Chelsea boots over the stocks. 2 small rings with string poking out were coming from the top of the stocks.
"AHH, our princess is finally awake" Martha cackled.
"You look a bit...vulnerable Miss Johnson" Anne said.
"What in the FUCK HAVE YOU BOTH DONE TO ME. GET ME THE FUCK OUT NOW. WHERE EVEN AM I YOU UGLY TOADS"
"You're in the discipline room of the nuns quarter dearie, no one can hear you down here" Martha said.
Lola looked briefly terrified, but came over with anger. "YOU LET ME OUT NOW. MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS AND SUE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU. HAHA. YOU DUMB CHURCH FUCKS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE MISTAKE YOU HAVE MADE".
"You may go home freely later tonight Lola after we've put you through a bit of therapy. It's high time you changed your ways. We are sick of you terrorising our church and the village as a whole".
"YOU UGLY TOADS DESERVE IT. I AM A JOHNSON, YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU ONLY LIVE OFF MY DADS MONEY. GET ME THE FUCK OUT NOW".
"You know Lola" , Martha said "about 200 years ago there was a leader of the Nunnery in this very basement. Her name was Mother Superior Smith. The Village Dads and Mums would often bring their rebellious, misbehaving and thieving Daughters to her. Not to join the Nunnery, but to issue a form of discipline"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR OLD SHIT STORIES. LET ME OUT BEFORE ME AND MY MUM BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOU".
"There was this one case of a young Princess named Delores Beckett. She had long been known to cause all sorts of havoc. From stealing from the crown treasury, and worst of all, she rode over a small boy on her horse and killed him in front of his mum. The whole village had enough, and her father demanded the Nunnery take control of her. Mother Superior Smith took Delores Beckett, and sat the fiery red head in those very stocks you are in. Mother Superior removed the Princesses expensive silk flats and proceeded to tie her toes back, leaving her soles taught. She then invited the mother of the boy that the princess had killed. Do you know what they did to her?".
"IF YOU FUCKING BURN ME OR WHIP ME I SWEAR TO GOD, MY MUM WILL BURN YOU BOTH AT THE STAKE" Lola snapped.
Martha replied. "Oh no dearie, they didn't hurt her. They both took one foot each, and ran soft feathers over the soles of her soft ticklish feet. It drove the young Princess mad, especially when the vengeful mum started using her nails.",
Lola eyes widened all of a sudden and she started to scream. "AHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK. NO. PLEASE NO. SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEE.
"That's right Lola, we are going to tickle the soles of your beautiful feet" Anne chimed in and laughed.
Martha brazenly bellowed "Anne, I think it's time we see what we are working with here. Let's get her de-booted. OFF WITH HER SHOES".
Lola screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOOO MUMMMM HELP MEEEEEEE"
Anne approached the stocks and grabbed a hold of her left boot. With a tug, the boot flew off with ease. Anne hung the boot on the end of the stocks.
"Oh what a pretty looking foot. You must be..size 6?". Anne ran a nail across the tops of her toes. "Ooo, white nail polish, such a pure colour for such an evil girl hahahaha"
"DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING FEET. PLEASE I BEG YOU IM SO SORRY". Lola screamed.
"Let's get this other one off then" Martha marched up and removed the right boot.
Both Martha and Anne brought up a stool and sat at each foot. They could see her body starting to writhe.
"Now tell me Lola, are you pretty feet ticklish" Martha she cackled as glided an out stretched index finger down the length of her sole.
"AHA NOOOOOO. PLEASE STOP THIS. I WILL DO ANYTHING PLEASE NO. Lola pleaded.
"I'll take that as a yes" Anne looked at Martha and smiled. "Oh this will be fun"
Screams and laughter echoed throughout the basement floor as Martha and Anne's sharp finger nails descended upon Lola's ticklish tootsies. Anne used both hands to scribble her fingers and glide them over her stockinged soles. Martha preferred a more sadistic method of holding back her toes, and dragging her index finger up and down the length of her sole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOP" Lola screamed.
"Enjoying your punishment are you Lola. Girls with feet this sensitive should learn to behave". Martha coldy said.
"GEEEEETTTT AWAYYYYYYY FROMMMM AHAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEEEEEEEET HAHAHAHAHAH"
They both continued the tickling and began to hum Church choir songs to themselves as they fished out their punishment.
"MUUUUUMMMMMM DAAAAAADDDD HELPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Enjoying yourself Lola? This is for years of abuse" they cackled.
Anne continued with both hands ravaging her left foot, whilst Martha switched tactics and began scraping the pads on her individual toes. Tears started to stream down her face.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEEEET HAHAHAHAHAHA AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY HAHAHAHAHAHA"
The torture continued for about 15 minutes before Martha called a stop.
"Let this hussy breathe for a moment Anne".
Martha approached Lola in her seat and got close to her face. "Do you know what torture method was most successful for Mother Superior Smith" Martha asked.
Lola just screamed. Martha laughed. "It was the taught soles of bare feet. ANNE, LETS GIVE HER FEET SOME AIR".
"NOOOOOO NOT MY BARE FEET. ANYTHING PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE. MUUUUUUUUYM HELPPPP MEEEEE"
Both Martha and Anne sat back down on their stalls. Anne went first and pierced a hole in Lola's stockings just below the toe line. She stretched the hole out and peeled it over the rest of her foot.
Lola's feet were clearly pampered daily. Not an inch of rough skin was on her Size 6 barefoot. The heel and ball of her foot was a peachy colour, with the sole porcelain cream. Her toes were evenly centered and painted a beautiful white colour.
"What a beautiful looking foot. I can barely smell any sweat at all" Anne said as she gazed into the sole.
"Ooooo, you take care of your precious piggies well Lola. I will enjoy making them sensitive and sweaty" Martha said.
Martha tore open the remaining foot with her mouth.
"YOU FUCKING SICK **** ANIMALS. YOU'RE DEAD IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO"
Martha replied, "Speaking of letting go, her toes look a bit free. Let's put these piggies back in their holding pen"
Martha and Anne grabbed the string and began looping each toe back to the stock board tight. Both feet were now fully taut.
"Let's test we have them tied correctly" Martha said. They both drew their index fingers slowly from toe to heel. Lola's feet didn't move an inch.
"AHHHHHAHAHA WHATTTTT THE FUCKKKKKK I HAHAHAHAHA CANTTTTT MOVE HAHAHAHAHA".
"My my, I have never felt something so soft. These soles are like pillows. My finger is just gliding." Martha teased as she drove Lola mad with her single finger.
"Anne, I'm having fun with this taut sole. How about you give her little toes a good sawing"
"Ooooo, good idea, let's polish her cute little toes"
"GOOOODDD FUCKINGGGGGGG NOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOO HELPPPPPPP MEEEEEEE MUMMMMMMMM HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Anne produced a Purple feather from her back pocket, and waved it in view of Lola. "Does someone's piggies want a clean? Hahaha".
Anne weaved the feather in and out of her toes, causing Lola to get absolutely mad. Her body jumped and she cried and laughed uncontrollably. Mascara and makeup streaming down her flushed red face. Her feet getting slightly moist and pinker as the torture went on.
"Ooo, these pretty feet are starting to moisten. Does this little rude girl have ticklish sweaty feet?" Martha mocked as her nails glided over Lola's taut sole.
Lola couldn't respond. She was a laughing sweating wreck.
"This is what rebellious young brats like you get. A thorough tickling on your bare tootsies. I bet you wished you behaved now you little *****.
Martha brought together both her index fingers and run them up and down her taught soles slowly. Lola was bright red and dripping with sweat. Her poor feet couldn't move an inch.
Suddenly out of nowhere, there was a very loud bang coming from upstairs on the church door. It was so loud, that it echoed all the way downstairs.
Martha was a bit Startled. "Anne, let's leave this brat for a moment. Don't go anywhere please Lola hahaha"
They both left the room and proceeded upstairs to the church floor. They could hear the bangs getting louder and louder. They approached the door and opened it. A site that surprised both of them.
A makeup covered Fleur Johnson stood in the doorway. Her curled shoulder length blonde hair swayed in the wind as she stood there wearing a tight black dress and expensive Louboutin heels on her bare feet.
"Have you seen my daughter? She's not come home yet" Fleur asked frantically.
"We have Mrs Johnson. She's spending some time with us at the Nunnery, rethinking her behaviour".
Fleur Johnson, outraged at the remark "If you've laid a finger on her, I will kill you fucking fat old cows".
"Oh we have laid many fingers on her, but she's in no pain" Martha smiled evilly.
"YOU FUCKING ****" Fleur Johnson shouted. She cocked her fist and leaned back to throw a punch, when at the last minute, Miss Lam came out of nowhere from the darkness and grabbed her arm.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU SKANK FOREIGNER. GET THE FUCK OFF ME".
Both Martha and Anne grabbed Fleur Johnsons legs and the 3 of them hoisted her up.
"Miss Lam, so good to see you. Let's take this bimbo tart inside and reunite her with her daughter"
The 3 of them carried her inside and downstairs towards the basement.
"Miss Lam, we will explain everything shortly. Just lead this Bimbo down here please" Martha said.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME YOU PEASANT FUCKS. ILL FUCK YOU ALL UP" Fleur Johnson shouted.
Lola briefly came into view. Her soft peach barefoot with ripped nylon ankles caught Fleurs eye. Her boots positioned on the end of the stocks. "Lola, is that you?" She cried out.
They reached the bottom of the stairs. "In this room, quickly now" Anne said. They took Fleur into the 2nd disciplinary room and went about securing her in the other set of stockades.
Lola thought she could here her mum's voice "MUM, IS THAT YOU. THESE UGLY FUCKING CUNTS HAVE ME HERE"
Fleur couldn't even here her daughter due to all the raucous in the room. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME YOU PSYCHOS. YOU ARE ALL DEAD." Fleur raged.
They managed to get her in the stocks securely. Martha went over to Miss Lam and whispered to her what had gone on. Her face turned to a huge smile, like a Cheshire Cat. Fleur continued to threaten them with violent insults.
"Vicar, here, let me" Miss Lam said. She slowly reached down and took off her shoes and socks. Miss Lam then took the socks and walked up to Fleur Johnson.
"This is for years of abuse to me, you bitch. I'm going to enjoy this. Here, see what an 18 hour shift tastes of". Miss Lam then shoved both her socks into Fleurs mouth as a gag.
Both Martha and Anne gasped at the savageness, but loved it. They both noted Miss Lam's feet look flawless. Soft and well cared for, with no nail polish.
"Miss Lam, think you can handle this bitch while we see to her bratty daughter?"
"Oh with pleasure".
Miss Lam walked up to the stocks and sat on a stool at the end. She began to untie Fleur Johnson's Louboutin High Heels with an evil smile. Fleur wriggled in her gag and bondage "MMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR"
Whilst this was going on Anne headed in to check on Lola.
Lola shouted insults as she caught sight of Anne again. Lola's pinkish hue on her bare feet glowed as Anne approached.
"Good news, you little shit, your mum's here. Bad news though, is that Miss Lam has her stocked in the same way as you, and is currently prizing your mum's expensive high heels off her feet".
A sudden whack noise hit the wall. "Ooo, sounds like that high heel has been flung off. I believe Miss Lam will enjoy finding out just how ticklish your mum's bare feet are. But for now, let me continue polishing these tootsies for you". Anne took a seat with a smile, and gently stroked 2 feathers up and down Lola's feet.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MUUUUUUUUUMMMMAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Meanwhile Miss Lam had removed both of Fleur Johnson's Louboutins. Her Size 7 feet flailed as she lay immobile. "Oh Mrs Johnson, I love your black nail polish. Your toes look so cute" .Her feet were again flawless pink and creamy on the sole. Fleur Johnson continued to scream in her gag.
"Here Miss Lam, let's tie her toes back. It makes the feet more sensitive" Martha quipped.
They both began tying her toes back. Miss Lam piped up "Mrs Johnson, did you ever find out why your husband kept me on for so long? I'll tell you, it's because he enjoyed fucking me and not you. He loved my feet in particular. While you soak in the bath, I'd take his cock between my soft soles and milk him till he came all over me. I massaged his shaft with my toes, Filipino style. And now I will see to your feet, how poetic"
Fleur Johnson was livid, flushed and panicking. She could only make weird noises from her gag, which amused Martha and Miss Lam.
"Miss Lam, shall we see if Fleur Johnson's pampered feet are as ticklish as her daughter's?"
"If you don't mind, can I have her to myself for the first hour?"
"By all means" Martha smiled. And with that, she left the room.
Martha closed the door behind her, but stood next to it for a few minutes to listen in.
"So Mrs Johnson, let me teach you not to mess with Filipino women. Your soft feet are mine".
Miss Lam's fingers nails ravaged her taught soles, sending Fleur Johnson into a fit. "You mess with me bitch!? I tickle your pretty immobile feet Filipino style".
"MRRRRRRPPOHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRM" Fleurs gag could be heard from through the door.
Martha walked back into the room with Lola. Anne was singing 'This little Piggy" to Lola as she feathered her bare feet and toes.
"It turns out Lola, that your mum's feet are just as ticklish. It must run in the family".
"Sorry for the smell Martha, her bladder burst a few moments ago. She cannot stand me sawing her toes" Anne laughed.
Martha walked up to her stool and took hold of Martha's now red foot by the big toe, and scraped her individual toe pads with her index finger. "Let's continue where we left off, brat"
"This little piggy...."
"NOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HELPPPPPPP MEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA"
The end.
