“The Celebrity Tickler” Part 14
Starring:
BRIE LARSON
SCARLETT JOHANSSON
ELIZABETH OLSEN
May 27, 2020
Hospital Visit
Chicago, Illinois
With the humungous success of Avengers: Endgame, the Marvel cast members were walking superheroes even off the set. Several of the Avengers cast had special appearances at schools and hospitals as a way to positively influence their audience and sometimes to help raise funds for charities. A PR rep for the movie franchise had arranged for several of the giant movie stars to visit select hospitals around the country. They were allowed to don their movie-grade costumes and walk the halls of the hospitals in character as they visited with starstruck fans.
On this fateful day, three of the franchise’s biggest heroines were set to visit a renowned hospital in Chicago to help raise awareness and funds for women’s breast cancer research. The hospital was quite large and also had a nationally recognized breast cancer ward attached to it. The superheroes had planned to visit that wing of the hospital specifically as a way to draw attention to the important work the staff members did. The Marvel characters’ PR rep thought it would be a good opportunity to showcase three beautiful superheroes supporting women’s breast cancer research.
Brie Larson was dressed as her character Captain Marvel. She had decided to keep her short hairdo that she sported in the movie. Her trimmed blonde hair swooped over to one side. Brie had on her classic blue and maroon outfit with the signature gold accents across her chest. Elizabeth Olsen came in her signature maroon duster and maroon vest, depicting the stunning Scarlet Witch. A necklace hung down and guided viewers eyes down to her low-cut vest, which framed a moderate amount of cleavage. Elizabeth had on dark pants and black boots as she strolled through the hospital halls. And last but not least was Scarlett Johansson. She was of course dressed as Black Widow. Her skin-tight black leather suit hugged her shapely body. The front zipper came down far enough to hint at her large breasts underneath. Scarlett’s clunky black boots announced her presence as she strutted from room to room.
The three stunning women toured the large hospital, greeting staff and pausing frequently for photo-ops. Their last stop on their visit was a large conference room, where they posed with dozens of staff members in a group photo and then individually with some elite members of the hospital administration. After the photos were done, the staff began returning to their offices and various obligations for the remainder of the day. Brie, Elizabeth, and Scarlett were making their way back down through the hospital to the parking garage exit, where their limo and makeup crew van had parked.
A lady wearing a business suit and heels found her way over to them amidst the craziness. She politely said, “Ladies, come with me and I’ll get you out of here. I know you’re wanting to get back to your transportation and this place can be a real maze if you don’t know where you’re going. I’ll show you a shortcut to get down off this unit to the parking garage.”
The woman guided them through the winding halls. Brie and Scarlett followed behind Elizabeth, who was walking alongside the woman as she led them through the hospital. The lady brought them to a stairwell, where they went down a level. They came out in another hallway. This one was far less populated.
Then Scarlett read a sign on the wall that said “Parking Garage” with an arrow pointing the opposite direction of the way they were walking. Scarlett tried calling out to the hospital higher up that she thought this must be the wrong way to the parking garage, but the woman ignored her. Brie looked over at Scarlett and raised an eyebrow. The women were starting to think this was really weird. But they didn’t want to argue with the lady. They just assumed she knew where she was going.
The woman led them past a room with the door wide open and the lights turned out. Scarlett felt someone grab her arm and then she was violently yanked inside the dark door frame. A hand was clasped over her mouth as she struggled, instantly cutting off any noise she wanted to make to warn the others.
Brie had just started to sense Scarlett wasn’t beside her anymore when she too felt a hand swoop in and cover her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she felt herself being picked up off the ground in a strong grip. She instinctively tried to scream, but all that came out was a startled whine as she kicked her legs.
Although she wasn’t fast enough to get words out, Brie’s noise was peculiar enough to make Elizabeth turn to see why she made it. When she did, she saw Brie in the clutches of a tall man holding his hand over her mouth. Elizabeth tried to scream at him, but found their hospital guide had reached a hand around and covered her mouth as well. Elizabeth’s boisterous shout was cut off and faded into a muted whine in the lady’s palm. The lady cranked one of her arms behind her back and pinned it in a painful lock to hold her steady.
Mitch walked Scarlett out of the dark utility closet. She growled into his hand and tried to pull away from his firm grasp around her body. Her eyes gave a mean look as she tried to look back at the man holding her captive.
Simon had ahold of Brie, who shook her head futilely trying to break his hand away from her mouth so she could yell. Quickly becoming frustrated with the hand gag, Brie grunted in annoyance into his palm.
Elizabeth looked startled. She peaked back at the woman she thought was some level of hospital administration. Even though she was wearing formal workplace attire, the woman was clearly part of this gang of captors. Elizabeth let out high-pitched whining as the woman pressed her hand over her mouth and smiled at her.
Seeing there was no one in the hallways at this point, it was safe to assume nobody had witnessed them being captured. Simon took the opportunity to introduce himself, even though the women had all bit figured that part out by now.
Simon: “Hello, ladies. Apologies for the abrupt intrusion on your visit here today. But how could we pass up an opportunity to nab all three of you in full costume? Anyway, my name is Simon Bickler. A.K.A. “The Celebrity Tickler”, “The Starlet Stalker”, “Bickler the Tickler”…surely you’ve heard of me.”
Mitch chuckled and pulled something out of his pocket. Scarlett continued to shift and growl under his firm grip as he held his hand over her mouth tightly. Scarlett reached up and tried to pull his hand down off her face, but she couldn’t budge his muscular arm. Mitch used his other hand to hold up a hairbrush right beside Scarlett’s face. The sight of it caused her to stop fighting him momentarily. She stared at the hairbrush with a worried expression and then looked at Mitch. Her eyes darted back and forth between him and the menacing bristles on the brush, as if she was trying to figure out why he would be showing it to her and not liking the likely explanation. Mitch chuckled at her reaction and teasingly said, “That’s right, babe. I’m going to use this to scrub all over your big, meaty feet.” Scarlett furrowed her brow and tried even harder to pull away, but she was nowhere close to being strong enough to get away.
Sadie leaned in so her mouth was close to Elizabeth’s ear. She whispered in a sultry voice, “I’m going to use my long fingernails to trace every inch of your bare feet, sweetie. Get ready to laugh for me.” Elizabeth’s eyes went completely wide as she recoiled with shock and disbelief. Her whiny protests intensified and she shook her head from side to side under Sadie’s firm grasp over her mouth. Sadie snickered a little and whispered again into her ear. The subtle words sent a chill down Elizabeth’s spine. Sadie calmly told her, “Oh yes, sweetie. And I might even suck each and every single one of your toes once I get you out of these boots.” Elizabeth let out a pouty whimper into Sadie’s palm as she had no other choice but to accept her fate.
Simon pulled out his infamous feather and held it up next to Brie’s face. The young, struggling beauty quickly halted and stared at it with a mixture of fear and anger. Brie defiantly shook her head, as if she had any say in what was about to become her fate. Simon brought the tip of the feather closer to her face. Brie groaned angrily and leaned her face away from it. The tip of the feather almost caressed her cheek as she squealed under his smothering hand. Brie shot daggers at Simon and muttered something incoherent into his palm. Simon smiled and said, “Oh you’ll be a fun one, sweetheart. Let’s see how tough Captain Marvel is when my feather is gliding over her feet.” Again, Brie shook her head defiantly and grunted with disapproval. She was still leaning her head back as if she was deathly afraid of his feather.
Simon addressed the new group of captive celebs, “Well ladies, let’s get you loaded up and ready for some fun. I’ve been dying to find out if superheroes are just as susceptible to tickling. Goochie goochie goo…”
The women were loaded into a stolen car and whisked away to meet their promised fate.
1 HOUR LATER…
The Avengers actresses found themselves in a sound-proofed hotel room, much like dozens of actresses before them. The ladies were seated next to one another on a large couch. Their hands were bound with rope and resting in their laps. And all three ladies had a black cloth cleave gag nestled between their teeth and tied snugly behind their heads. The ropes and gags had been necessary when the crew snuck the women out of the hospital. The crew decided to leave them gagged for a bit longer while they got acquainted with the woman’s feet. In the spacious hotel living room, there was a large, cushioned ottoman in front of the couch. Simon and his co-conspirators had taken a seat in front of the women and were enjoying the payoff of the heist before getting started on breaking the women.
Scarlett was on one end of the couch. Her clunky, black boots had been removed, leaving her mostly bare feet and black stirrup leggings exposed. The stirrup straps ran just above her robust heels, which highlighted how full and creamy they were. Mitch didn’t think the other parts of her feet were too bad either. Scarlett growled and grunted into her gag as she scrunched her toes down, causing her meaty size 9.5 soles to wrinkle.
Scarlett’a face was furrowed as she full-on glared at Mitch. He was holding under her ankles and lifting her feet up so they were right in front of him. Mitch fully pressed his face into Black Widow’s warm, tender soles. He thought her feet felt ridiculously soft, even more so than he ever could have hoped for watching her in the Marvel movies. Mitch buried his nose in the region near the base of her toes and inhaled her foot aroma from wearing her boots all day. Mitch thought it smelled heavenly. Scarlett was getting more and more irritated every time she heard Mitch do a loud inhale through his nose. It was already embarrassing enough being tied up and having her feet held up while some strange dude covered his face with them. But hearing him take deep inhaling breaths as he smelled her sweaty toes was a bit too much to handle.
Scarlett tried to say, “This is insane. You’re out of your mind,” but it came out distorted.
Scarlett grunted angrily, her disapproving sound effects distorted by her now drool-soaked gag. Mitch took long, passionate licks up Scarlett’s wide, meaty soles starting mid-arch and running his tongue up to her scrunched toes. Then he nibbled and sucked her smooth, globular heels as he listened to her noisy complaints. Scarlett scoffed and looked away from him as he went back up and practically started devouring her plump toes. He sucked on two or three at once. Her pales tootsies with their black polish looked so badass, yet so tender and vulnerable at the same time. Mitch suckled each toe methodically as he enjoyed the entire line of Black Widow’s scrumptious toes. He could tell she hated the foot worship. Scarlett wiggled her toes and tried to push his tongue away with them as it worked itself to the undersides of them and worked between her meaty tootsies to savor the taste of every nook and crevice.
In the middle of the couch was Elizabeth. Sadie had removed her tall, black boots and discarded them. Sadie was pleased to see Elizabeth’s toes had been painted red to match her outfit. She had dainty size 8 feet with thin toes and adorably wrinkled arches. Sadie was taking long licks up Elizabeth’s bare soles, pausing every so often to suckle her poor, unguarded toes.
Elizabeth groaned and gave a pouty expression. She felt disgusted in a way she didn’t think was possible. Why would anyone want to lick the bottoms of her feet or suck her toes?! She shook her feet a little in Sadie’s grasp as a sign of annoyance and let her head fall back against the couch cushion. How was this happening? Some weirdo lady was actually sitting here running her tongue all the way from her heels up her arches and then flicking along the tips of her toes. Elizabeth let out a sigh into her gag. This was unreal.
Sadie went back to sensually enveloping and suckling her toes. Elizabeth looked back down and saw Sadie’s mouth full of her toes as she tongued them and slurped their sweet taste. Elizabeth groaned again and tried to say, “Oh my God! Don’t! For your own sake, don’t put my feet in your mouth. That’s so gross! Why would you ever want to do that?!” The words were jumbled and their meaning was lost in the gag as she mumbled her concerns.
Brie was on the other end of the couch. Her boots had been taken away from her, leaving her long size 9’s free for Simon’s enjoyment. Brie whined and grunted into the cleave gag as Simon held her big feet in his palms and licked her soles thoroughly. She raised an eyebrow with a dumbfounded look as she studied Simon lapping at the bottoms of her feet with zeal. Surely they must be so stinky and sweaty from wearing nothing but boots all day. But that didn’t seem to deter the maniac who was in control of her feet now.
Simon trailed his tongue over her tender heels, up the prominent outer edge of her somewhat flat arches, and then began sucking her long, thin toes. Brie groaned and gave a few shakes of annoyed disapproval as he took his time thoroughly sampling each individual toe. Her pale toes and pretty blue nail polish glistened as he made his way to each succulent tootsie.
Brie rolled her eyes and tried to get the words out, “Dude, you don’t want to do that. I promise you. I didn’t have any socks on all morning. My toes CANNOT taste good right now.” But just like her co-stars, her words came out barely coherent. And it just made her drool on herself more than she already was.
But after the crew had their fill of the beauties’ feet, Simon thought it was time to introduce them to his favorite tool. He finally removed their gags. The women flexed their sore jaws as they looked up at him with skepticism. And for good reason. Simon had Sadie and Mitch tie the ladies’ feet down to the ottoman as he ran his fingers down the length of his stiff, white feather like a Samurai warrior cleaning his sword before battle.
Simon: “Finally, ladies…let’s see if you’re really as tough as you pretend to be on the big screen.”
Scarlett looked over at her colleagues and ordered them, “Nobody laugh! That’s exactly what this creep wants!”
Brie added, “Yeah, everyone keep it together. It’ll ruin this fucker’s plan!”
Simon smiled. God did he loved a challenge. And three stubborn, barefoot Avengers were quite a sight if you’re looking to break a reluctant captive. Simon paused like he was considering who to start with. He hovered his feather just above their shifting feet as he moved it slowly left to right and then back again trying to decide who to land on. The ladies watched him close, nervously swallowing the lumps stuck in their throats as they waited helplessly for the tickling to kick off.
Simon studied their fearful expressions as he made his choice, ultimately deciding to start with Elizabeth in the middle. She let out a pathetic “Ohhhh…” when she realized she was the first target. She shyly scrunched her feminine feet as Simon brought the feather closer.
Simon: “You know, I can recall a very fond memory of tickling your two sisters, which I’m sure you’ve heard about. They were quite sensitive. And I’ve found that ticklishness runs in the family. I’m hoping you last longer than those two did. Since you’re playing a tough superhero after all.”
Elizabeth had a snarling expression on her face as Simon teased her about her sister, Mary-Kate and Ashley. Elizabeth had spent many nights listening to them recount their terrible experience. She knew she hated the man that did that to them. She never imagined she find herself sitting across from him. In a moment of defiance, Elizabeth yelled, “You’re not going to break me, you creep!”
“We’ll see,” he said as he began trailing his feather over Elizabeth’s wrinkly arches. There was no reaction. Elizabeth looked down at him cooly as he traced the tip of the feather over her arches, along the wrinkly insteps, and up under her toes. She controlled her breathing and sat there motionless. But Simon was patient. And he loved a tough girl that resisted.
The feather fluttered playfully along the rounded tips of Elizabeth’s toes and then gently danced over the tops. The white feather slid lightly over her red toenail polish and dipped between her toes occasionally. Elizabeth endured it. Simon brought the feather down and wafted it teasingly just under the balls of her feet. Elizabeth blinked slowly and acted like this childish tactic was futile. Simon waited though. He was watching to see if the smallest hint of a smile would form at the corners of her mouth. But Elizabeth kept her cool. All except for the slightest twitch of her feet. It was brief, but Simon caught it. That was all he needed to see for now. He moved on.
Simon went to Brie next. Her stomach tightened when she saw it was now her turn. But Elizabeth had seemingly been un-phased by the tickling so why couldn’t she do just as well? Brie tensed her mouth as she watched Simon start wafting the feather up and down her long size 9’s. It flicked and caressed her pales arches and then was guided down the pinkish outer ridges of her feet until it met her rosy heels.
Brie tensed her hands into fists but kept her mouth from widening into a smile. She forced her feet to stay just as they were. Simon took his time on her as well though. He skillfully slid the pointed tip of the feather in a smooth swipe up her foot and then wiggled it quickly along her thin toe stems. Brie let out a sudden, barely-audible grunt as she re-situated herself on the couch seat. She hoped the subtle break in resolve had gone unnoticed, but Simon caught everything when it came to tickling women. He was satisfied for now.
Simon moved back down to the other end of the couch. He found Scarlett waiting with her big, shapely feet propped up on the ottoman crossed at the ankles and a scowl on her face. “Oh this is going to be fun,” Simon thought. His feather began stroking lightly up and down her soles. He moved it in lazy circles around her robust heels, tracing the silky edges that had been scrubbed smooth. Then he went back north of the stirrup leggings straps and began wafting the feather over her meaty arches.
Simon: “You have some awfully big feet for such a relatively short Avenger. You seem a lot bigger in the movies.”
Scarlett: “And you’re uglier in person than what I see on the news.”
Simon: “Oh feisty.”
Simon traced the tip of the feather around the balls of her feet. Scarlett was unmoved, sitting there like a statue as she focused all her energy on foiling his plan. Scarlett feigned a yawn and flexed her toes as if she was bored. Simon moved up to her plump toes. He flicked his feather along the undersides of them. The tip of it licking the bottom curvature of her tootsies as it caressed the gorgeous tips and teased the crevices between each pair. Simon trailed the tip along the pads below her toes, right at the base of them. He noticed that Scarlett had stopped breathing regularly; she was now holding her breath. A good sign that she was focusing very intently on not laughing. Simon abruptly reversed his feather and went back for another pass along the base of her toes going the opposite way now. Scarlett coughed forcefully, but Simon knew it was only to cover her desire to giggle. He was happy with that result and moved on.
Simon began alternating at random between the three pairs of feet in front of him, testing their resolve with each flick of his feather as he probed for giggles. Simon went to Elizabeth and began stroking her bare, size 8 soles. She pursed her lips and dealt with the tickling sensations the feather was causing as it swept up and down over her arches and heels. Elizabeth really wished they hadn’t taken her boots away from her. She felt so naked without them. Now she was struggling to keep her feet still. They kept wanting to jerk away from the feather, especially when it slid near the sensitive skin just under the balls of her feet. Simon swirled the feather around one of her heels and brought it up her instep smoothly until the tip of it danced playfully along the lower curvature of the ball of her foot. Elizabeth’s foot kicked involuntary. She was a bit shocked her body reacted that way without her thinking about it. She tried to regain complete control of her actions. But not too long after that, her feet twitched when Simon revisited the same spot below the ball of her foot but on the other foot now. A smirk began to form, but then she repressed it. Elizabeth started to think this holding out business might be tougher than it seemed.
He jumped back to Brie, causing a slight jolt when his feather unexpected made contact with her big, milky soles. Her long, slender toes fought the urge to curl down defensively as his feather fluttered across the smooth pads below them. Simon could see the ever-so-subtle hint of a grin starting to form at the corners of her mouth. He trailed his feather up and down her size 9 arches and swirled it around her pinkish heels. And then he went back up and gave her toes some more attention. Brie wiggled her legs a little as she struggled to endure the uncomfortable sensations tormenting her feet. Simon’s feather slid unopposed under her toes and occasionally wiggled in a gap between two of them. Brie had to turn her head to try and hide a slight smile forcing it’s way onto her face.
Scarlett’s turn again. He came back to the stern-looking beauty. Simon asked her, “I hope you don’t mind if I give your feet a little more attention, sweetie.” Scarlett just glowered and coldly replied, “Do your worst.” Simon slid the feather effortlessly down the deep insteps of her crossed soles. He swirled the feather over the balls of her feet and went down below the stirrup straps to feather her creamy heels. Scarlett picked up her bound hands and dropped them in her laugh with a huff as a show of annoyance. She looked off to the side as if she was bored with him using the feather on her feet. Simon wasn’t dissuaded though. He trailed the feather up her arches and across the pads below her toes knowing that she could feel every sensitive swipe he made, even if she was trying to ignore him. Simon began teasing the undersides of her perfect, full toes. He irritated the undersides and tips and then lightly dusted the tip of it along the crease at the base of her toes where it met the pads of her soles. Scarlett tried not to move her feet too much, but they weren’t completely still anymore. She started to smirk and couldn’t hide it as it became a reluctant smile.
Simon: “Is something wrong, Ms. Johansson?”
Scarlett shook her head as she forced herself to stop smirking. She took on her straight demeanor again as she answered, “Nothing at all. You’re wasting your time here.”
Elizabeth had been wanting a longer break, but now Simon was back and her poor feet had nowhere to hide. She took a deep breath and let it out as she calmed and focused herself. But as soon as the feather made contact with her feet and began wafting up and down, she cracked a smile. Elizabeth was kicking herself for smiling so easily. And the trouble now was she couldn’t get the goofy grin off her face. She concentrated despite the feather bothering her bare soles, and eventually she was able to get a grip. Her toes wiggled out of reflex now as the feather visited them one by one and delved into the cracks between them. Simon stroked the pads below her toes and then used the tip of his feather to circle the prominent balls of her feet. He slid his feather along the tender patches of skin just below them right above her insteps. Elizabeth grinned in silence as she fought the feeling. Simon kept swiping his feather teasingly just under the balls of her feet. Each second was agonizing as she tried to stay quiet. Elizabeth let out a giggle.
Simon: “Don’t tell me that a little foot tickling is too much for Scarlet Witch. Was that a giggle I heard?”
Elizabeth tried to fight her embarrassment and the ticklish sensations all at once. Her feet were shifting about now, but still not wildly flailing. Simon was taking broader strokes up and down the entire length of her soles now. Elizabeth urged her facial muscles to wipe the smile off her face. But as soon as she did, another giggle escaped her lips. Now she was really starting to get embarrassed as her cheeks started to turn bright red. Her plan was failing.
Simon: “Wow, you’re face is turning the same shade as your costume. It’s just a little tickling. Are you sure you can handle this?”
Elizabeth let another giggle slip. Then she answered, “I’m fine.” Simon shrugged and continued his efforts, much to her dismay. Elizabeth whined as he kept gliding his feather up and down her bare feet.
Brie wasn’t pleased when Simon suddenly paid her feet another visit. He guided his feather along her lower arches and the up the outer ridge of her left foot. Brie grimaced a little as she fought back the urge to make any sort of noise. The feather found its way up to her pinky toe, where it caressed it and slid along the underside. Brie snickered as the tip of the feather licked at her small toe and then dipped in the crack between it and her fourth toe. Simon flicked it a few times and watched Brie try to act like it wasn’t bothering her. She closed her eyes and tried to keep a calm exterior as she focused. But as Simon moved down the line of captive toes and probed between them, she lost her concentration and giggled. Brie snapped back to a motionless expression, but her toes curled now in desperation. She didn’t care about keeping her feet relaxed and still. She just wanted Simon’s pesky feather out of her toes.
Simon: “I thought Scarlet Witch was having a tough time, but it looks like Captain Marvel isn’t doing so well herself.”
Brie tried to answer without revealing the urge to giggle in her voice, “I’m…fine.”
“You don’t seem fine,” Simon replied as he wiggled the feather quickly across the tips of her pretty toes. Brie shifted her feet to one side and snickered again, still refusing to open her eyes at the moment. She lied to Simon, “Really…I’m good.”
Simon let her off the hook for the time being and went over to the brooding Scarlett Johansson. She was still shooting daggers at him with her eyes as he approached. Simon just casually began wafting the feather up and down her big, meaty size 9.5’s again. He told her, “Stare at me all you want, tough girl. It still isn’t going to stop me from feathering your feet, now is it?” Scarlett looked away from him and the other women as she picked something else to focus on to try and take her mind off the feeling. Truth be told, Scarlett was too embarrassed to let them see her smile if she were to have another break in her concentration.
Scarlett’s feet would jerk in reaction every so often. She would flick her foot to bat away his feather occasionally as well, as if it were a minor nuisance to her. But Simon could tell it was getting to her. A smirk was plain on her face now as she tried her best to avoid acknowledging him. Simon stroked his feather up and down her shapely arches and heels. The tip of it followed the curves of her beautiful soles and made Scarlett shake her feet some more, trying to rid herself of the pesky feather.
When it reached just below her toes, Scarlett’s smirk spread into a smile. She shook her head in frustration, annoyed at herself for giving away any hint of weakness. Simon wiggled the feather back and forth playfully while he teased the pads below her tootsies. Scarlett’s feet began to fidget even more now. She couldn’t help but smile now; it was impossible to suppress. Scarlett brought her attention back front and center as this was becoming too distracting to ignore. Shortly after she did, she let out a burst of giggles. She leaned forward in her seat and covered her mouth with her bound hands. When she finally took her hands away from her face, Scarlett’s smile was beaming, but at least she was quiet.
Simon: “Don’t tell me that big, tough Black Widow is having trouble with my little feather? That seems a little silly for a rogue, experienced operative like yourself to be so sensitive to something like tickling, doesn’t it?”
Scarlett reluctantly let out another giggle and then tried to answer with as much authority in her tone as she could muster, “This is nothing. I’m just laughing at…how stupid this all is. You’re…pathetic.”
Simon replied, “I think it’s pathetic how ticklish your big, soft feet are. All this tickling is driving you crazy right now, isn’t it?”
Scarlett tried to stifle another giggle but failed. After that, she didn’t want to answer. She was too embarrassed at the moment, as shown by her cheeks turning a shade of red. This was so humiliating.
Simon shifted quickly back to Elizabeth. She let out an annoyed “Ugh!” when she saw it was her turn again but quickly dissolved into giggles and then laughter as he began trailing the feather over the bottoms of her feet. She had been so determined not to laugh for this asshole but the longer the tickling went on, the more vulnerable she felt. Her sensitive soles were now easy targets as he fluttered his feather up and down them, causing her to laugh sweetly.
Elizabeth: “Hahahahahaha!! Ugh! Just go away! Hahahahahaha!!”
Simon: “Why? Are you too ashamed to laugh in front of your big, tough co-stars here? Worried that they’ll think you’re weak for laughing? Well don’t worry, sweetie. Soon, they’ll be laughing too.”
Simon made sure to caress the curves of her heels as he swept over them, then swiped his feather up her arches like a tongue licking something delectable, and finally flicked his feather around her bare tootsies so they curled down to show off her sultry red toenail polish. Elizabeth continued to laugh reluctantly as she shifted in her seat.
He switched over to Brie again. She did not looked pleased to see him as he positioned himself in front of her bare, size 9 feet outside the comfort of her superhero boots. And she certainly didn’t feel much like a superhero when she quickly began giggling and laughing as the feather repeatedly stroked up and down her soles. Every time she tried to silence herself, she began sputtering and then lost it in a fit of hectic laughter.
Brie: “Hahahahaha!! Quit it! Hahahahaha!! Just leave my feet alone! For fucks sake, dude! Hahahahaha!! This doesn’t prove anything! Just because I’m laughing doesn’t hahahahahaha mean that I’m going to give you what you want! Hahahahaha!! It doesn’t matter!”
Simon: “If it doesn’t matter, then I guess you won’t mind if I keep making you laugh.”
Brie growled with frustration and then was forced back into another bout of laughter as Simon began targeting her toes. He flicked his feather wildly along the undersides. Brie squealed and her feet trembled as the feather stroked the tender bottoms of her tootsies.
Pleased with his progress so far, Simon moved on to Scarlett. She scowled once again at him as he sat in front of her large, crossed-over soles that had been tied down to the ottoman. And then the feathering started again. God she hated it. The silliness of it but also how it actually was starting to get to her. Maybe she was just overthinking it. Maybe the more she concentrated on blocking it out, the more aware she was of how it felt on her feet. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all; it could just be the high-end thorough pedicures she was used to getting making her feet especially sensitive to tickling. Regardless, Scarlett began to snicker as she tried to keep her composure. The feather teased her smooth, shapely peds as it traveled up and down her curvy arches.
Scarlett turned her head away as her snickering persisted. She shook her feet as if she could bat away the nuisance. But the feather just kept swiping up and down her big, lovely soles. And then suddenly, Scarlett jolted with a shriek. She whipped her head forward to see what had tickled so much. Simon had put his feather down and was using his fingers to tickle her arches. Scarlett looked caught off guard as if she was just now realizing that the feather wasn’t the only tickle tactic Simon had in his trick bag.
Simon untied Scarlett’s feet from the ottoman, still leaving her ankles bound and crossed over. He wrapped his free arm around her ankles as she watched dumbfounded temporarily. Simon had her big, bare size 9.5’s trapped under his arm. Scarlett stumbled over her words, “Wh-what? Um…what are you do-doing now?” Without answering, Simon just let her have it. His fingers came alive on the bottoms of her feet. Scarlett wasn’t mentally prepared and burst into shrieks and laughter as her body was flung against the couch.
Simon: “Uh-oh…looks like Black Widow has VERY ticklish feet once you get her boots off of her.”
Scarlett thrashed and kicked as she laughed wildly. Simon held her ankles firmly as he wiggled his fingers across her creamy arches and up along the pads below her toes. She curled her toes down as hard as she could. Simon thought it was obvious she didn’t want him near her most sensitive zones. Scarlett screamed as Simon pried his fingers under her clenched toes and began wiggling them right where the meaty pads met the base of her tootsies. Scarlett’s mouth hung open as raspy laughter poured out. She kicked and wiggled her feet about on the other side of Simon’s armlock.
Simon: “Oh you’re a wild one. I think maybe a firmer touch is what’s going to work on you. You did well against my feather, but I think I have you figured out now.”
Scarlett too busy squirming and thrashing on the couch to really take in what Simon had said. All she knew in that moment was that she wanted her feet free from his hold. Simon began tickling across her broad arches and heels once again. Scarlett reached forward as far as she could with her bound hands and began beating on Simon’s back. She tried scratching at him too. Until he re-visited the hyper-ticklish area just below her toes. Scarlett erupted back into hysterics and stopped trying to attack him.
Simon: “Tell you what, Black Widow. If you tell me that you’re a big, tough Avenger…but you just can’t stand to have anyone tickle…your BIG…BARE…FEET…then I’ll stop your turn right now and go to someone else.”
Scarlett thought about his offer, but it didn’t take long for her to make up her mind as she was struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. Her only hang up was forcing the tickling on one of her friends. But she had to do it. Scarlett couldn’t believe she was saying this, but she blurted out, “Okay! Okay! I’ll fucking say it! Just hang on a second! Ugh! Alright, I’m a big, tough Avenger. Ugh! I can’t believe I’m saying this. This is so stuuuhahahahahahaha!! Okay fine! Wait! Alright I’ll say it! I’m a big, tough Avenger, but I just can’t stand it when someone tickles my big, bare feet. There, are you happy I said it?”
Simon released Scarlett’s ankles and went back to Elizabeth. He picked up an electric toothbrush. He teasingly buzzed the head of it for her to see before he began. She really didn’t want another turn again so soon. Elizabeth looked worried as she shifted her bare, size 8 feet on the ottoman in front of her with nowhere to hide them. Scarlett looked over at Elizabeth, worried for her co-star since she could imagine what she was about to go through. Brie watched with a concerned expression as Simon’s buzzing toothbrush got closer and closer to Elizabeth’s soles. The sight of her fellow Avenger whining and trying to pull her feet away as the vibrating tool moved closer was enough to make Brie curl her own toes down in response.
Elizabeth didn’t hold out long before she started to slip into reluctant laughter. The electric toothbrush seemed relentless as it buzzed over her feminine soles. She let her head rest against the couch as she started to belly laugh now. Oh God the toothbrush was too much. How did someone even find out how effective that tool was at tickling someone’s feet?!
Simon held her feet still and targeted the silky patches of skin just below the balls of her feet. Elizabeth wailed laughter as she shook her head and squirmed in her seat, bumping into Scarlett and Brie as she did so. Simon buzzed the ultra tender ticklish spots just below the prominent balls of her feet and listened to her scream.
Simon: “Ah yes, how fascinating. If my memory serves me correctly, your two sisters couldn’t stand when I tickled this area on their feet either. Must run in the family, huh? Oh you poor Olsen girls and your ticklish feet.”
Elizabeth: “Aaagh! Hahahahahahaha!! God! Cut it out! Hahahahahaha!! I hate it! It’s like our family weakness or something! Ugh! Hahahahahahaha!!”
Simon: “If you hate it so much, why don’t you use your special powers and stop me? Huh, Scarlet Witch? It looks so easy in the movies. You’re even dressed for it today. Go ahead. Try and keep me from buzzing right…here.”
Simon followed the bottom contour of the balls of her feet with the whirling bristles. Elizabeth jolted several times and shifted wildly from side to side in her seat as she laughed spastically. She kept repeating, “No! No! No!” Her feet swayed from side to side trying to get away, prompting Simon to encircle her ankles with his free arm. He untied her feet from the ottoman just like he had done with Scarlett and placed her ankles in an armlock. Elizabeth’s dainty, bare soles poked out from the crook of his elbow. Her mouth hung open in a fit of loud, desperate laughter as Simon buzzed her soles with his tool.
Elizabeth: “Oh God! Not there! Hahahahahaha!! Please! Not that spot!”
Simon: “Oh yes, this spot! You Olsen girls are one easy code to crack, you know that?”
Elizabeth: “Hahahahaha!! I know! Trust me, I know! Hahahahahaha!! I’m sorry! My feet are just so ticklish right there!”
Simon: “I’ll give you the chance to pass the spotlight over to Ms. Larson. Just say that you’re one of the most powerful Avengers but the reason you wear boots all the time is because your feet are SO ticklish.”
Simon paused his tickle assault to see what she would do. Elizabeth caught her breath. She could hear the humming of the electric toothbrush and knew it was waiting just mere inches from her soles on the other side of Simon’s armlock. Elizabeth took a deep breath and decided to satisfy his demand. With an annoyed tone, she said, “I’m one of the most powerful Avengers in the group. BUT…the reason I only wear boots is because…it’s because my feet are soooo ticklish. I can’t risk anyone tickling them.”
Satisfied with her response, Simon moved over and began untying Brie’s legs from the ottoman. He was getting her ankles in his armlock as Elizabeth was trying to apologize to her. Brie turned and looked at her friend. She began to reassure her it was okay and that she probably would have done the same thing. But the heartfelt moment was cut short when Brie was thrust into laughter. She felt a very strange sensation as Simon leaned down to engulf three of her long toes in his mouth. He was sucking them and sliding his warm tongue over each one as he also tormented Brie’s smooth soles with a pink comb. The plastic teeth of it see-sawed back and forth across the pads below her toes and then worked their way down her long soles like someone playing a violin.
Brie cackled and shook her head. Elizabeth didn’t know what to say now to try and make Brie feel better. All she could do was stare wide-eyed as her co-star laughed like a maniac next to her. Brie’s legs trembled as she pounded her hands down onto her lap. The toe sucking combined with the plastic comb raking across her arches was pure torture. Simon could feel Brie’s toes spazzing out in his mouth as he rolled the plastic tips of the comb across the buttery soft pads just below her toes.
Brie: “Hahahahahaha!! Please stop that! Hahahahahaha!! God! Fuck! Dude, stop! Hahahahahahaha!!”
Simon: “You want me to stop already? But your toes are so tasty. And my comb doesn’t want to stop yet. It likes your feet. In fact, it loves this area riiiiiight here.”
Simon nestled the comb between two of her toes and gently see-sawed it back and forth in the gap. Brie nearly bounced up off the couch as she felt the odd sensation between her extra-ticklish tootsies. Simon was sliding his comb between each pair, making Brie dissolve into a laughing mess. She twisted and bucked while she screamed. But nothing stopped Simon from tickling between every pair of toes. Brie was a mess of giggling goo after Simon had done every toe gap three times over.
Simon began suckling her beautiful toes again as he moved his comb so it was raking across her arches and heels. Brie rolled her head from side to side completely exhausted as she was forced to laugh like crazy once again. She shouted, “No! Hahahahahahaha!! Dude, no more! Hahahahahahaha!! Enough with my toes!”
Simon: “If you want this to stop, I need to hear you say something. Or maybe you’d like me to run this comb through your toes a fourth time?”
Brie: “No! Hahahahaha!! Just tell me the ridiculous thing you want me to say, dude!”
Simon: “Well, Ms. Captain Marvel…tell me what Thanos should have done to beat you? And don’t act like you don’t know what I want to hear.”
Simon stopped the tickling but rested the comb’s teeth gently across her arches. Brie tried to recover from the tickling as she told him, “All Thanos had to do to defeat me was to take my boots off and tickle my feet.“
Simon began scrubbing the comb gently back and forth. Brie began giggling again and shouted, “Hey! Not fair!”
Simon: “That would have worked, huh?”
Brie sucked it up and still played along, “Yes! Hahahahahaha!! If Thanos wanted to beat us, he should have captured all the female Avengers and taken their boots off! Hahahaha!! We couldn’t handle having our feet tickled!”
Simon stopped as promised. But their night was far from over.
30 MINUTES LATER…
The three women were once again laughing like mad as their captors tickled them.
Simon had Brie’s feet trapped in an armlock same as before. Her long, size 9 soles were now shiny with a coating of oil. Brie twisted and turned in her seat while she screamed for mercy. Simon was using the electric toothbrush to buzz the undersides of her slippery toes. He made sure to roll the swirling bristles along the tips of each tootsie as he went from left to right and then back right to left down the line. Over and over. Occasionally dipping down to buzz it over her shiny arches and heels. But mostly focusing the agonizing tool on her poor, defenseless toes.
Sadie was paired up with Elizabeth in the middle. She had Elizabeth’s legs wrapped up and was leaning on her shins to help hold her still. Sadie was using her long fingernails to flick and scratch along Elizabeth’s oily arches. She skittered her nails across the wrinkly soles, forcing her captive to jolt and kick her legs as she laughed hysterically. Elizabeth kicked desperately and bucked in her seat as she tried to get this crazy lady away from her feet. Sadie had been watching and used her index finger to scratch the areas just below the balls of her feet. Elizabeth briefly lost her voice as silent laughter set in.
Meanwhile, Mitch had Scarlett flailing and tossing about as he scrubbed her oil-covered soles with a hairbrush. Scarlett was shouting raspy laughter and trying as hard as she could to kick her legs free. Mitch held her ankles securely under one arm and guided the brush across Scarlett’s meaty heels, back and forth across her deep arches, and then up along the silky-soft pads below her toes. Scarlett went completely nuts. She shouted and cursed and thrashed around.
The tickling was too much. One by one, the Avengers actresses began to give in.
Elizabeth was first. She was crying from laughing so hard. Sadie pretty much had her legs pinned. She was getting some sick enjoyment from just lightly scratching just underneath the balls of her feet, listening to how it was gradually making Elizabeth go progressively more and more crazy. Elizabeth had black mascara running down her cheeks when she gave up. She just couldn’t stand it anymore.
Elizabeth looked at the camera and said, “I’m Elizabeth Olsen and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
The next to fold was Brie. Simon was watching Brie’s feet wiggle around as he kept buzzing her toes with it. Her cheeks were turning bright red from laughing so much and her short, blonde haircut was now seeming a little disheveled after whipping her hair around for a while. Brie screamed and begged for him to stop. But Simon continued to explore every possible part of her toes with the vibrating bristles as he studied just what made her feet tremble in ticklish agony. Brie had enough and agreed to say whatever she needed to.
Brie looked sheepishly at the camera and said, “I’m Brie Larson and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
Scarlett held out the longest, but not by much. Mitch had her shrieking and bucking against his hold as he worked the brush across her big, bare soles. Scarlett knew she didn’t have it in her to hold out much longer. Her sides burned from laughing so much. And she could feel her cheeks were red. Scarlett reluctantly gave up.
Scarlett talked to the camera with a bite in her tone. She said, “I’m Scarlett Johansson and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Starring:
BRIE LARSON
SCARLETT JOHANSSON
ELIZABETH OLSEN
May 27, 2020
Hospital Visit
Chicago, Illinois
With the humungous success of Avengers: Endgame, the Marvel cast members were walking superheroes even off the set. Several of the Avengers cast had special appearances at schools and hospitals as a way to positively influence their audience and sometimes to help raise funds for charities. A PR rep for the movie franchise had arranged for several of the giant movie stars to visit select hospitals around the country. They were allowed to don their movie-grade costumes and walk the halls of the hospitals in character as they visited with starstruck fans.
On this fateful day, three of the franchise’s biggest heroines were set to visit a renowned hospital in Chicago to help raise awareness and funds for women’s breast cancer research. The hospital was quite large and also had a nationally recognized breast cancer ward attached to it. The superheroes had planned to visit that wing of the hospital specifically as a way to draw attention to the important work the staff members did. The Marvel characters’ PR rep thought it would be a good opportunity to showcase three beautiful superheroes supporting women’s breast cancer research.
Brie Larson was dressed as her character Captain Marvel. She had decided to keep her short hairdo that she sported in the movie. Her trimmed blonde hair swooped over to one side. Brie had on her classic blue and maroon outfit with the signature gold accents across her chest. Elizabeth Olsen came in her signature maroon duster and maroon vest, depicting the stunning Scarlet Witch. A necklace hung down and guided viewers eyes down to her low-cut vest, which framed a moderate amount of cleavage. Elizabeth had on dark pants and black boots as she strolled through the hospital halls. And last but not least was Scarlett Johansson. She was of course dressed as Black Widow. Her skin-tight black leather suit hugged her shapely body. The front zipper came down far enough to hint at her large breasts underneath. Scarlett’s clunky black boots announced her presence as she strutted from room to room.
The three stunning women toured the large hospital, greeting staff and pausing frequently for photo-ops. Their last stop on their visit was a large conference room, where they posed with dozens of staff members in a group photo and then individually with some elite members of the hospital administration. After the photos were done, the staff began returning to their offices and various obligations for the remainder of the day. Brie, Elizabeth, and Scarlett were making their way back down through the hospital to the parking garage exit, where their limo and makeup crew van had parked.
A lady wearing a business suit and heels found her way over to them amidst the craziness. She politely said, “Ladies, come with me and I’ll get you out of here. I know you’re wanting to get back to your transportation and this place can be a real maze if you don’t know where you’re going. I’ll show you a shortcut to get down off this unit to the parking garage.”
The woman guided them through the winding halls. Brie and Scarlett followed behind Elizabeth, who was walking alongside the woman as she led them through the hospital. The lady brought them to a stairwell, where they went down a level. They came out in another hallway. This one was far less populated.
Then Scarlett read a sign on the wall that said “Parking Garage” with an arrow pointing the opposite direction of the way they were walking. Scarlett tried calling out to the hospital higher up that she thought this must be the wrong way to the parking garage, but the woman ignored her. Brie looked over at Scarlett and raised an eyebrow. The women were starting to think this was really weird. But they didn’t want to argue with the lady. They just assumed she knew where she was going.
The woman led them past a room with the door wide open and the lights turned out. Scarlett felt someone grab her arm and then she was violently yanked inside the dark door frame. A hand was clasped over her mouth as she struggled, instantly cutting off any noise she wanted to make to warn the others.
Brie had just started to sense Scarlett wasn’t beside her anymore when she too felt a hand swoop in and cover her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she felt herself being picked up off the ground in a strong grip. She instinctively tried to scream, but all that came out was a startled whine as she kicked her legs.
Although she wasn’t fast enough to get words out, Brie’s noise was peculiar enough to make Elizabeth turn to see why she made it. When she did, she saw Brie in the clutches of a tall man holding his hand over her mouth. Elizabeth tried to scream at him, but found their hospital guide had reached a hand around and covered her mouth as well. Elizabeth’s boisterous shout was cut off and faded into a muted whine in the lady’s palm. The lady cranked one of her arms behind her back and pinned it in a painful lock to hold her steady.
Mitch walked Scarlett out of the dark utility closet. She growled into his hand and tried to pull away from his firm grasp around her body. Her eyes gave a mean look as she tried to look back at the man holding her captive.
Simon had ahold of Brie, who shook her head futilely trying to break his hand away from her mouth so she could yell. Quickly becoming frustrated with the hand gag, Brie grunted in annoyance into his palm.
Elizabeth looked startled. She peaked back at the woman she thought was some level of hospital administration. Even though she was wearing formal workplace attire, the woman was clearly part of this gang of captors. Elizabeth let out high-pitched whining as the woman pressed her hand over her mouth and smiled at her.
Seeing there was no one in the hallways at this point, it was safe to assume nobody had witnessed them being captured. Simon took the opportunity to introduce himself, even though the women had all bit figured that part out by now.
Simon: “Hello, ladies. Apologies for the abrupt intrusion on your visit here today. But how could we pass up an opportunity to nab all three of you in full costume? Anyway, my name is Simon Bickler. A.K.A. “The Celebrity Tickler”, “The Starlet Stalker”, “Bickler the Tickler”…surely you’ve heard of me.”
Mitch chuckled and pulled something out of his pocket. Scarlett continued to shift and growl under his firm grip as he held his hand over her mouth tightly. Scarlett reached up and tried to pull his hand down off her face, but she couldn’t budge his muscular arm. Mitch used his other hand to hold up a hairbrush right beside Scarlett’s face. The sight of it caused her to stop fighting him momentarily. She stared at the hairbrush with a worried expression and then looked at Mitch. Her eyes darted back and forth between him and the menacing bristles on the brush, as if she was trying to figure out why he would be showing it to her and not liking the likely explanation. Mitch chuckled at her reaction and teasingly said, “That’s right, babe. I’m going to use this to scrub all over your big, meaty feet.” Scarlett furrowed her brow and tried even harder to pull away, but she was nowhere close to being strong enough to get away.
Sadie leaned in so her mouth was close to Elizabeth’s ear. She whispered in a sultry voice, “I’m going to use my long fingernails to trace every inch of your bare feet, sweetie. Get ready to laugh for me.” Elizabeth’s eyes went completely wide as she recoiled with shock and disbelief. Her whiny protests intensified and she shook her head from side to side under Sadie’s firm grasp over her mouth. Sadie snickered a little and whispered again into her ear. The subtle words sent a chill down Elizabeth’s spine. Sadie calmly told her, “Oh yes, sweetie. And I might even suck each and every single one of your toes once I get you out of these boots.” Elizabeth let out a pouty whimper into Sadie’s palm as she had no other choice but to accept her fate.
Simon pulled out his infamous feather and held it up next to Brie’s face. The young, struggling beauty quickly halted and stared at it with a mixture of fear and anger. Brie defiantly shook her head, as if she had any say in what was about to become her fate. Simon brought the tip of the feather closer to her face. Brie groaned angrily and leaned her face away from it. The tip of the feather almost caressed her cheek as she squealed under his smothering hand. Brie shot daggers at Simon and muttered something incoherent into his palm. Simon smiled and said, “Oh you’ll be a fun one, sweetheart. Let’s see how tough Captain Marvel is when my feather is gliding over her feet.” Again, Brie shook her head defiantly and grunted with disapproval. She was still leaning her head back as if she was deathly afraid of his feather.
Simon addressed the new group of captive celebs, “Well ladies, let’s get you loaded up and ready for some fun. I’ve been dying to find out if superheroes are just as susceptible to tickling. Goochie goochie goo…”
The women were loaded into a stolen car and whisked away to meet their promised fate.
1 HOUR LATER…
The Avengers actresses found themselves in a sound-proofed hotel room, much like dozens of actresses before them. The ladies were seated next to one another on a large couch. Their hands were bound with rope and resting in their laps. And all three ladies had a black cloth cleave gag nestled between their teeth and tied snugly behind their heads. The ropes and gags had been necessary when the crew snuck the women out of the hospital. The crew decided to leave them gagged for a bit longer while they got acquainted with the woman’s feet. In the spacious hotel living room, there was a large, cushioned ottoman in front of the couch. Simon and his co-conspirators had taken a seat in front of the women and were enjoying the payoff of the heist before getting started on breaking the women.
Scarlett was on one end of the couch. Her clunky, black boots had been removed, leaving her mostly bare feet and black stirrup leggings exposed. The stirrup straps ran just above her robust heels, which highlighted how full and creamy they were. Mitch didn’t think the other parts of her feet were too bad either. Scarlett growled and grunted into her gag as she scrunched her toes down, causing her meaty size 9.5 soles to wrinkle.
Scarlett’a face was furrowed as she full-on glared at Mitch. He was holding under her ankles and lifting her feet up so they were right in front of him. Mitch fully pressed his face into Black Widow’s warm, tender soles. He thought her feet felt ridiculously soft, even more so than he ever could have hoped for watching her in the Marvel movies. Mitch buried his nose in the region near the base of her toes and inhaled her foot aroma from wearing her boots all day. Mitch thought it smelled heavenly. Scarlett was getting more and more irritated every time she heard Mitch do a loud inhale through his nose. It was already embarrassing enough being tied up and having her feet held up while some strange dude covered his face with them. But hearing him take deep inhaling breaths as he smelled her sweaty toes was a bit too much to handle.
Scarlett tried to say, “This is insane. You’re out of your mind,” but it came out distorted.
Scarlett grunted angrily, her disapproving sound effects distorted by her now drool-soaked gag. Mitch took long, passionate licks up Scarlett’s wide, meaty soles starting mid-arch and running his tongue up to her scrunched toes. Then he nibbled and sucked her smooth, globular heels as he listened to her noisy complaints. Scarlett scoffed and looked away from him as he went back up and practically started devouring her plump toes. He sucked on two or three at once. Her pales tootsies with their black polish looked so badass, yet so tender and vulnerable at the same time. Mitch suckled each toe methodically as he enjoyed the entire line of Black Widow’s scrumptious toes. He could tell she hated the foot worship. Scarlett wiggled her toes and tried to push his tongue away with them as it worked itself to the undersides of them and worked between her meaty tootsies to savor the taste of every nook and crevice.
In the middle of the couch was Elizabeth. Sadie had removed her tall, black boots and discarded them. Sadie was pleased to see Elizabeth’s toes had been painted red to match her outfit. She had dainty size 8 feet with thin toes and adorably wrinkled arches. Sadie was taking long licks up Elizabeth’s bare soles, pausing every so often to suckle her poor, unguarded toes.
Elizabeth groaned and gave a pouty expression. She felt disgusted in a way she didn’t think was possible. Why would anyone want to lick the bottoms of her feet or suck her toes?! She shook her feet a little in Sadie’s grasp as a sign of annoyance and let her head fall back against the couch cushion. How was this happening? Some weirdo lady was actually sitting here running her tongue all the way from her heels up her arches and then flicking along the tips of her toes. Elizabeth let out a sigh into her gag. This was unreal.
Sadie went back to sensually enveloping and suckling her toes. Elizabeth looked back down and saw Sadie’s mouth full of her toes as she tongued them and slurped their sweet taste. Elizabeth groaned again and tried to say, “Oh my God! Don’t! For your own sake, don’t put my feet in your mouth. That’s so gross! Why would you ever want to do that?!” The words were jumbled and their meaning was lost in the gag as she mumbled her concerns.
Brie was on the other end of the couch. Her boots had been taken away from her, leaving her long size 9’s free for Simon’s enjoyment. Brie whined and grunted into the cleave gag as Simon held her big feet in his palms and licked her soles thoroughly. She raised an eyebrow with a dumbfounded look as she studied Simon lapping at the bottoms of her feet with zeal. Surely they must be so stinky and sweaty from wearing nothing but boots all day. But that didn’t seem to deter the maniac who was in control of her feet now.
Simon trailed his tongue over her tender heels, up the prominent outer edge of her somewhat flat arches, and then began sucking her long, thin toes. Brie groaned and gave a few shakes of annoyed disapproval as he took his time thoroughly sampling each individual toe. Her pale toes and pretty blue nail polish glistened as he made his way to each succulent tootsie.
Brie rolled her eyes and tried to get the words out, “Dude, you don’t want to do that. I promise you. I didn’t have any socks on all morning. My toes CANNOT taste good right now.” But just like her co-stars, her words came out barely coherent. And it just made her drool on herself more than she already was.
But after the crew had their fill of the beauties’ feet, Simon thought it was time to introduce them to his favorite tool. He finally removed their gags. The women flexed their sore jaws as they looked up at him with skepticism. And for good reason. Simon had Sadie and Mitch tie the ladies’ feet down to the ottoman as he ran his fingers down the length of his stiff, white feather like a Samurai warrior cleaning his sword before battle.
Simon: “Finally, ladies…let’s see if you’re really as tough as you pretend to be on the big screen.”
Scarlett looked over at her colleagues and ordered them, “Nobody laugh! That’s exactly what this creep wants!”
Brie added, “Yeah, everyone keep it together. It’ll ruin this fucker’s plan!”
Simon smiled. God did he loved a challenge. And three stubborn, barefoot Avengers were quite a sight if you’re looking to break a reluctant captive. Simon paused like he was considering who to start with. He hovered his feather just above their shifting feet as he moved it slowly left to right and then back again trying to decide who to land on. The ladies watched him close, nervously swallowing the lumps stuck in their throats as they waited helplessly for the tickling to kick off.
Simon studied their fearful expressions as he made his choice, ultimately deciding to start with Elizabeth in the middle. She let out a pathetic “Ohhhh…” when she realized she was the first target. She shyly scrunched her feminine feet as Simon brought the feather closer.
Simon: “You know, I can recall a very fond memory of tickling your two sisters, which I’m sure you’ve heard about. They were quite sensitive. And I’ve found that ticklishness runs in the family. I’m hoping you last longer than those two did. Since you’re playing a tough superhero after all.”
Elizabeth had a snarling expression on her face as Simon teased her about her sister, Mary-Kate and Ashley. Elizabeth had spent many nights listening to them recount their terrible experience. She knew she hated the man that did that to them. She never imagined she find herself sitting across from him. In a moment of defiance, Elizabeth yelled, “You’re not going to break me, you creep!”
“We’ll see,” he said as he began trailing his feather over Elizabeth’s wrinkly arches. There was no reaction. Elizabeth looked down at him cooly as he traced the tip of the feather over her arches, along the wrinkly insteps, and up under her toes. She controlled her breathing and sat there motionless. But Simon was patient. And he loved a tough girl that resisted.
The feather fluttered playfully along the rounded tips of Elizabeth’s toes and then gently danced over the tops. The white feather slid lightly over her red toenail polish and dipped between her toes occasionally. Elizabeth endured it. Simon brought the feather down and wafted it teasingly just under the balls of her feet. Elizabeth blinked slowly and acted like this childish tactic was futile. Simon waited though. He was watching to see if the smallest hint of a smile would form at the corners of her mouth. But Elizabeth kept her cool. All except for the slightest twitch of her feet. It was brief, but Simon caught it. That was all he needed to see for now. He moved on.
Simon went to Brie next. Her stomach tightened when she saw it was now her turn. But Elizabeth had seemingly been un-phased by the tickling so why couldn’t she do just as well? Brie tensed her mouth as she watched Simon start wafting the feather up and down her long size 9’s. It flicked and caressed her pales arches and then was guided down the pinkish outer ridges of her feet until it met her rosy heels.
Brie tensed her hands into fists but kept her mouth from widening into a smile. She forced her feet to stay just as they were. Simon took his time on her as well though. He skillfully slid the pointed tip of the feather in a smooth swipe up her foot and then wiggled it quickly along her thin toe stems. Brie let out a sudden, barely-audible grunt as she re-situated herself on the couch seat. She hoped the subtle break in resolve had gone unnoticed, but Simon caught everything when it came to tickling women. He was satisfied for now.
Simon moved back down to the other end of the couch. He found Scarlett waiting with her big, shapely feet propped up on the ottoman crossed at the ankles and a scowl on her face. “Oh this is going to be fun,” Simon thought. His feather began stroking lightly up and down her soles. He moved it in lazy circles around her robust heels, tracing the silky edges that had been scrubbed smooth. Then he went back north of the stirrup leggings straps and began wafting the feather over her meaty arches.
Simon: “You have some awfully big feet for such a relatively short Avenger. You seem a lot bigger in the movies.”
Scarlett: “And you’re uglier in person than what I see on the news.”
Simon: “Oh feisty.”
Simon traced the tip of the feather around the balls of her feet. Scarlett was unmoved, sitting there like a statue as she focused all her energy on foiling his plan. Scarlett feigned a yawn and flexed her toes as if she was bored. Simon moved up to her plump toes. He flicked his feather along the undersides of them. The tip of it licking the bottom curvature of her tootsies as it caressed the gorgeous tips and teased the crevices between each pair. Simon trailed the tip along the pads below her toes, right at the base of them. He noticed that Scarlett had stopped breathing regularly; she was now holding her breath. A good sign that she was focusing very intently on not laughing. Simon abruptly reversed his feather and went back for another pass along the base of her toes going the opposite way now. Scarlett coughed forcefully, but Simon knew it was only to cover her desire to giggle. He was happy with that result and moved on.
Simon began alternating at random between the three pairs of feet in front of him, testing their resolve with each flick of his feather as he probed for giggles. Simon went to Elizabeth and began stroking her bare, size 8 soles. She pursed her lips and dealt with the tickling sensations the feather was causing as it swept up and down over her arches and heels. Elizabeth really wished they hadn’t taken her boots away from her. She felt so naked without them. Now she was struggling to keep her feet still. They kept wanting to jerk away from the feather, especially when it slid near the sensitive skin just under the balls of her feet. Simon swirled the feather around one of her heels and brought it up her instep smoothly until the tip of it danced playfully along the lower curvature of the ball of her foot. Elizabeth’s foot kicked involuntary. She was a bit shocked her body reacted that way without her thinking about it. She tried to regain complete control of her actions. But not too long after that, her feet twitched when Simon revisited the same spot below the ball of her foot but on the other foot now. A smirk began to form, but then she repressed it. Elizabeth started to think this holding out business might be tougher than it seemed.
He jumped back to Brie, causing a slight jolt when his feather unexpected made contact with her big, milky soles. Her long, slender toes fought the urge to curl down defensively as his feather fluttered across the smooth pads below them. Simon could see the ever-so-subtle hint of a grin starting to form at the corners of her mouth. He trailed his feather up and down her size 9 arches and swirled it around her pinkish heels. And then he went back up and gave her toes some more attention. Brie wiggled her legs a little as she struggled to endure the uncomfortable sensations tormenting her feet. Simon’s feather slid unopposed under her toes and occasionally wiggled in a gap between two of them. Brie had to turn her head to try and hide a slight smile forcing it’s way onto her face.
Scarlett’s turn again. He came back to the stern-looking beauty. Simon asked her, “I hope you don’t mind if I give your feet a little more attention, sweetie.” Scarlett just glowered and coldly replied, “Do your worst.” Simon slid the feather effortlessly down the deep insteps of her crossed soles. He swirled the feather over the balls of her feet and went down below the stirrup straps to feather her creamy heels. Scarlett picked up her bound hands and dropped them in her laugh with a huff as a show of annoyance. She looked off to the side as if she was bored with him using the feather on her feet. Simon wasn’t dissuaded though. He trailed the feather up her arches and across the pads below her toes knowing that she could feel every sensitive swipe he made, even if she was trying to ignore him. Simon began teasing the undersides of her perfect, full toes. He irritated the undersides and tips and then lightly dusted the tip of it along the crease at the base of her toes where it met the pads of her soles. Scarlett tried not to move her feet too much, but they weren’t completely still anymore. She started to smirk and couldn’t hide it as it became a reluctant smile.
Simon: “Is something wrong, Ms. Johansson?”
Scarlett shook her head as she forced herself to stop smirking. She took on her straight demeanor again as she answered, “Nothing at all. You’re wasting your time here.”
Elizabeth had been wanting a longer break, but now Simon was back and her poor feet had nowhere to hide. She took a deep breath and let it out as she calmed and focused herself. But as soon as the feather made contact with her feet and began wafting up and down, she cracked a smile. Elizabeth was kicking herself for smiling so easily. And the trouble now was she couldn’t get the goofy grin off her face. She concentrated despite the feather bothering her bare soles, and eventually she was able to get a grip. Her toes wiggled out of reflex now as the feather visited them one by one and delved into the cracks between them. Simon stroked the pads below her toes and then used the tip of his feather to circle the prominent balls of her feet. He slid his feather along the tender patches of skin just below them right above her insteps. Elizabeth grinned in silence as she fought the feeling. Simon kept swiping his feather teasingly just under the balls of her feet. Each second was agonizing as she tried to stay quiet. Elizabeth let out a giggle.
Simon: “Don’t tell me that a little foot tickling is too much for Scarlet Witch. Was that a giggle I heard?”
Elizabeth tried to fight her embarrassment and the ticklish sensations all at once. Her feet were shifting about now, but still not wildly flailing. Simon was taking broader strokes up and down the entire length of her soles now. Elizabeth urged her facial muscles to wipe the smile off her face. But as soon as she did, another giggle escaped her lips. Now she was really starting to get embarrassed as her cheeks started to turn bright red. Her plan was failing.
Simon: “Wow, you’re face is turning the same shade as your costume. It’s just a little tickling. Are you sure you can handle this?”
Elizabeth let another giggle slip. Then she answered, “I’m fine.” Simon shrugged and continued his efforts, much to her dismay. Elizabeth whined as he kept gliding his feather up and down her bare feet.
Brie wasn’t pleased when Simon suddenly paid her feet another visit. He guided his feather along her lower arches and the up the outer ridge of her left foot. Brie grimaced a little as she fought back the urge to make any sort of noise. The feather found its way up to her pinky toe, where it caressed it and slid along the underside. Brie snickered as the tip of the feather licked at her small toe and then dipped in the crack between it and her fourth toe. Simon flicked it a few times and watched Brie try to act like it wasn’t bothering her. She closed her eyes and tried to keep a calm exterior as she focused. But as Simon moved down the line of captive toes and probed between them, she lost her concentration and giggled. Brie snapped back to a motionless expression, but her toes curled now in desperation. She didn’t care about keeping her feet relaxed and still. She just wanted Simon’s pesky feather out of her toes.
Simon: “I thought Scarlet Witch was having a tough time, but it looks like Captain Marvel isn’t doing so well herself.”
Brie tried to answer without revealing the urge to giggle in her voice, “I’m…fine.”
“You don’t seem fine,” Simon replied as he wiggled the feather quickly across the tips of her pretty toes. Brie shifted her feet to one side and snickered again, still refusing to open her eyes at the moment. She lied to Simon, “Really…I’m good.”
Simon let her off the hook for the time being and went over to the brooding Scarlett Johansson. She was still shooting daggers at him with her eyes as he approached. Simon just casually began wafting the feather up and down her big, meaty size 9.5’s again. He told her, “Stare at me all you want, tough girl. It still isn’t going to stop me from feathering your feet, now is it?” Scarlett looked away from him and the other women as she picked something else to focus on to try and take her mind off the feeling. Truth be told, Scarlett was too embarrassed to let them see her smile if she were to have another break in her concentration.
Scarlett’s feet would jerk in reaction every so often. She would flick her foot to bat away his feather occasionally as well, as if it were a minor nuisance to her. But Simon could tell it was getting to her. A smirk was plain on her face now as she tried her best to avoid acknowledging him. Simon stroked his feather up and down her shapely arches and heels. The tip of it followed the curves of her beautiful soles and made Scarlett shake her feet some more, trying to rid herself of the pesky feather.
When it reached just below her toes, Scarlett’s smirk spread into a smile. She shook her head in frustration, annoyed at herself for giving away any hint of weakness. Simon wiggled the feather back and forth playfully while he teased the pads below her tootsies. Scarlett’s feet began to fidget even more now. She couldn’t help but smile now; it was impossible to suppress. Scarlett brought her attention back front and center as this was becoming too distracting to ignore. Shortly after she did, she let out a burst of giggles. She leaned forward in her seat and covered her mouth with her bound hands. When she finally took her hands away from her face, Scarlett’s smile was beaming, but at least she was quiet.
Simon: “Don’t tell me that big, tough Black Widow is having trouble with my little feather? That seems a little silly for a rogue, experienced operative like yourself to be so sensitive to something like tickling, doesn’t it?”
Scarlett reluctantly let out another giggle and then tried to answer with as much authority in her tone as she could muster, “This is nothing. I’m just laughing at…how stupid this all is. You’re…pathetic.”
Simon replied, “I think it’s pathetic how ticklish your big, soft feet are. All this tickling is driving you crazy right now, isn’t it?”
Scarlett tried to stifle another giggle but failed. After that, she didn’t want to answer. She was too embarrassed at the moment, as shown by her cheeks turning a shade of red. This was so humiliating.
Simon shifted quickly back to Elizabeth. She let out an annoyed “Ugh!” when she saw it was her turn again but quickly dissolved into giggles and then laughter as he began trailing the feather over the bottoms of her feet. She had been so determined not to laugh for this asshole but the longer the tickling went on, the more vulnerable she felt. Her sensitive soles were now easy targets as he fluttered his feather up and down them, causing her to laugh sweetly.
Elizabeth: “Hahahahahaha!! Ugh! Just go away! Hahahahahaha!!”
Simon: “Why? Are you too ashamed to laugh in front of your big, tough co-stars here? Worried that they’ll think you’re weak for laughing? Well don’t worry, sweetie. Soon, they’ll be laughing too.”
Simon made sure to caress the curves of her heels as he swept over them, then swiped his feather up her arches like a tongue licking something delectable, and finally flicked his feather around her bare tootsies so they curled down to show off her sultry red toenail polish. Elizabeth continued to laugh reluctantly as she shifted in her seat.
He switched over to Brie again. She did not looked pleased to see him as he positioned himself in front of her bare, size 9 feet outside the comfort of her superhero boots. And she certainly didn’t feel much like a superhero when she quickly began giggling and laughing as the feather repeatedly stroked up and down her soles. Every time she tried to silence herself, she began sputtering and then lost it in a fit of hectic laughter.
Brie: “Hahahahaha!! Quit it! Hahahahaha!! Just leave my feet alone! For fucks sake, dude! Hahahahaha!! This doesn’t prove anything! Just because I’m laughing doesn’t hahahahahaha mean that I’m going to give you what you want! Hahahahaha!! It doesn’t matter!”
Simon: “If it doesn’t matter, then I guess you won’t mind if I keep making you laugh.”
Brie growled with frustration and then was forced back into another bout of laughter as Simon began targeting her toes. He flicked his feather wildly along the undersides. Brie squealed and her feet trembled as the feather stroked the tender bottoms of her tootsies.
Pleased with his progress so far, Simon moved on to Scarlett. She scowled once again at him as he sat in front of her large, crossed-over soles that had been tied down to the ottoman. And then the feathering started again. God she hated it. The silliness of it but also how it actually was starting to get to her. Maybe she was just overthinking it. Maybe the more she concentrated on blocking it out, the more aware she was of how it felt on her feet. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all; it could just be the high-end thorough pedicures she was used to getting making her feet especially sensitive to tickling. Regardless, Scarlett began to snicker as she tried to keep her composure. The feather teased her smooth, shapely peds as it traveled up and down her curvy arches.
Scarlett turned her head away as her snickering persisted. She shook her feet as if she could bat away the nuisance. But the feather just kept swiping up and down her big, lovely soles. And then suddenly, Scarlett jolted with a shriek. She whipped her head forward to see what had tickled so much. Simon had put his feather down and was using his fingers to tickle her arches. Scarlett looked caught off guard as if she was just now realizing that the feather wasn’t the only tickle tactic Simon had in his trick bag.
Simon untied Scarlett’s feet from the ottoman, still leaving her ankles bound and crossed over. He wrapped his free arm around her ankles as she watched dumbfounded temporarily. Simon had her big, bare size 9.5’s trapped under his arm. Scarlett stumbled over her words, “Wh-what? Um…what are you do-doing now?” Without answering, Simon just let her have it. His fingers came alive on the bottoms of her feet. Scarlett wasn’t mentally prepared and burst into shrieks and laughter as her body was flung against the couch.
Simon: “Uh-oh…looks like Black Widow has VERY ticklish feet once you get her boots off of her.”
Scarlett thrashed and kicked as she laughed wildly. Simon held her ankles firmly as he wiggled his fingers across her creamy arches and up along the pads below her toes. She curled her toes down as hard as she could. Simon thought it was obvious she didn’t want him near her most sensitive zones. Scarlett screamed as Simon pried his fingers under her clenched toes and began wiggling them right where the meaty pads met the base of her tootsies. Scarlett’s mouth hung open as raspy laughter poured out. She kicked and wiggled her feet about on the other side of Simon’s armlock.
Simon: “Oh you’re a wild one. I think maybe a firmer touch is what’s going to work on you. You did well against my feather, but I think I have you figured out now.”
Scarlett too busy squirming and thrashing on the couch to really take in what Simon had said. All she knew in that moment was that she wanted her feet free from his hold. Simon began tickling across her broad arches and heels once again. Scarlett reached forward as far as she could with her bound hands and began beating on Simon’s back. She tried scratching at him too. Until he re-visited the hyper-ticklish area just below her toes. Scarlett erupted back into hysterics and stopped trying to attack him.
Simon: “Tell you what, Black Widow. If you tell me that you’re a big, tough Avenger…but you just can’t stand to have anyone tickle…your BIG…BARE…FEET…then I’ll stop your turn right now and go to someone else.”
Scarlett thought about his offer, but it didn’t take long for her to make up her mind as she was struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. Her only hang up was forcing the tickling on one of her friends. But she had to do it. Scarlett couldn’t believe she was saying this, but she blurted out, “Okay! Okay! I’ll fucking say it! Just hang on a second! Ugh! Alright, I’m a big, tough Avenger. Ugh! I can’t believe I’m saying this. This is so stuuuhahahahahahaha!! Okay fine! Wait! Alright I’ll say it! I’m a big, tough Avenger, but I just can’t stand it when someone tickles my big, bare feet. There, are you happy I said it?”
Simon released Scarlett’s ankles and went back to Elizabeth. He picked up an electric toothbrush. He teasingly buzzed the head of it for her to see before he began. She really didn’t want another turn again so soon. Elizabeth looked worried as she shifted her bare, size 8 feet on the ottoman in front of her with nowhere to hide them. Scarlett looked over at Elizabeth, worried for her co-star since she could imagine what she was about to go through. Brie watched with a concerned expression as Simon’s buzzing toothbrush got closer and closer to Elizabeth’s soles. The sight of her fellow Avenger whining and trying to pull her feet away as the vibrating tool moved closer was enough to make Brie curl her own toes down in response.
Elizabeth didn’t hold out long before she started to slip into reluctant laughter. The electric toothbrush seemed relentless as it buzzed over her feminine soles. She let her head rest against the couch as she started to belly laugh now. Oh God the toothbrush was too much. How did someone even find out how effective that tool was at tickling someone’s feet?!
Simon held her feet still and targeted the silky patches of skin just below the balls of her feet. Elizabeth wailed laughter as she shook her head and squirmed in her seat, bumping into Scarlett and Brie as she did so. Simon buzzed the ultra tender ticklish spots just below the prominent balls of her feet and listened to her scream.
Simon: “Ah yes, how fascinating. If my memory serves me correctly, your two sisters couldn’t stand when I tickled this area on their feet either. Must run in the family, huh? Oh you poor Olsen girls and your ticklish feet.”
Elizabeth: “Aaagh! Hahahahahahaha!! God! Cut it out! Hahahahahaha!! I hate it! It’s like our family weakness or something! Ugh! Hahahahahahaha!!”
Simon: “If you hate it so much, why don’t you use your special powers and stop me? Huh, Scarlet Witch? It looks so easy in the movies. You’re even dressed for it today. Go ahead. Try and keep me from buzzing right…here.”
Simon followed the bottom contour of the balls of her feet with the whirling bristles. Elizabeth jolted several times and shifted wildly from side to side in her seat as she laughed spastically. She kept repeating, “No! No! No!” Her feet swayed from side to side trying to get away, prompting Simon to encircle her ankles with his free arm. He untied her feet from the ottoman just like he had done with Scarlett and placed her ankles in an armlock. Elizabeth’s dainty, bare soles poked out from the crook of his elbow. Her mouth hung open in a fit of loud, desperate laughter as Simon buzzed her soles with his tool.
Elizabeth: “Oh God! Not there! Hahahahahaha!! Please! Not that spot!”
Simon: “Oh yes, this spot! You Olsen girls are one easy code to crack, you know that?”
Elizabeth: “Hahahahaha!! I know! Trust me, I know! Hahahahahaha!! I’m sorry! My feet are just so ticklish right there!”
Simon: “I’ll give you the chance to pass the spotlight over to Ms. Larson. Just say that you’re one of the most powerful Avengers but the reason you wear boots all the time is because your feet are SO ticklish.”
Simon paused his tickle assault to see what she would do. Elizabeth caught her breath. She could hear the humming of the electric toothbrush and knew it was waiting just mere inches from her soles on the other side of Simon’s armlock. Elizabeth took a deep breath and decided to satisfy his demand. With an annoyed tone, she said, “I’m one of the most powerful Avengers in the group. BUT…the reason I only wear boots is because…it’s because my feet are soooo ticklish. I can’t risk anyone tickling them.”
Satisfied with her response, Simon moved over and began untying Brie’s legs from the ottoman. He was getting her ankles in his armlock as Elizabeth was trying to apologize to her. Brie turned and looked at her friend. She began to reassure her it was okay and that she probably would have done the same thing. But the heartfelt moment was cut short when Brie was thrust into laughter. She felt a very strange sensation as Simon leaned down to engulf three of her long toes in his mouth. He was sucking them and sliding his warm tongue over each one as he also tormented Brie’s smooth soles with a pink comb. The plastic teeth of it see-sawed back and forth across the pads below her toes and then worked their way down her long soles like someone playing a violin.
Brie cackled and shook her head. Elizabeth didn’t know what to say now to try and make Brie feel better. All she could do was stare wide-eyed as her co-star laughed like a maniac next to her. Brie’s legs trembled as she pounded her hands down onto her lap. The toe sucking combined with the plastic comb raking across her arches was pure torture. Simon could feel Brie’s toes spazzing out in his mouth as he rolled the plastic tips of the comb across the buttery soft pads just below her toes.
Brie: “Hahahahahaha!! Please stop that! Hahahahahaha!! God! Fuck! Dude, stop! Hahahahahahaha!!”
Simon: “You want me to stop already? But your toes are so tasty. And my comb doesn’t want to stop yet. It likes your feet. In fact, it loves this area riiiiiight here.”
Simon nestled the comb between two of her toes and gently see-sawed it back and forth in the gap. Brie nearly bounced up off the couch as she felt the odd sensation between her extra-ticklish tootsies. Simon was sliding his comb between each pair, making Brie dissolve into a laughing mess. She twisted and bucked while she screamed. But nothing stopped Simon from tickling between every pair of toes. Brie was a mess of giggling goo after Simon had done every toe gap three times over.
Simon began suckling her beautiful toes again as he moved his comb so it was raking across her arches and heels. Brie rolled her head from side to side completely exhausted as she was forced to laugh like crazy once again. She shouted, “No! Hahahahahahaha!! Dude, no more! Hahahahahahaha!! Enough with my toes!”
Simon: “If you want this to stop, I need to hear you say something. Or maybe you’d like me to run this comb through your toes a fourth time?”
Brie: “No! Hahahahaha!! Just tell me the ridiculous thing you want me to say, dude!”
Simon: “Well, Ms. Captain Marvel…tell me what Thanos should have done to beat you? And don’t act like you don’t know what I want to hear.”
Simon stopped the tickling but rested the comb’s teeth gently across her arches. Brie tried to recover from the tickling as she told him, “All Thanos had to do to defeat me was to take my boots off and tickle my feet.“
Simon began scrubbing the comb gently back and forth. Brie began giggling again and shouted, “Hey! Not fair!”
Simon: “That would have worked, huh?”
Brie sucked it up and still played along, “Yes! Hahahahahaha!! If Thanos wanted to beat us, he should have captured all the female Avengers and taken their boots off! Hahahaha!! We couldn’t handle having our feet tickled!”
Simon stopped as promised. But their night was far from over.
30 MINUTES LATER…
The three women were once again laughing like mad as their captors tickled them.
Simon had Brie’s feet trapped in an armlock same as before. Her long, size 9 soles were now shiny with a coating of oil. Brie twisted and turned in her seat while she screamed for mercy. Simon was using the electric toothbrush to buzz the undersides of her slippery toes. He made sure to roll the swirling bristles along the tips of each tootsie as he went from left to right and then back right to left down the line. Over and over. Occasionally dipping down to buzz it over her shiny arches and heels. But mostly focusing the agonizing tool on her poor, defenseless toes.
Sadie was paired up with Elizabeth in the middle. She had Elizabeth’s legs wrapped up and was leaning on her shins to help hold her still. Sadie was using her long fingernails to flick and scratch along Elizabeth’s oily arches. She skittered her nails across the wrinkly soles, forcing her captive to jolt and kick her legs as she laughed hysterically. Elizabeth kicked desperately and bucked in her seat as she tried to get this crazy lady away from her feet. Sadie had been watching and used her index finger to scratch the areas just below the balls of her feet. Elizabeth briefly lost her voice as silent laughter set in.
Meanwhile, Mitch had Scarlett flailing and tossing about as he scrubbed her oil-covered soles with a hairbrush. Scarlett was shouting raspy laughter and trying as hard as she could to kick her legs free. Mitch held her ankles securely under one arm and guided the brush across Scarlett’s meaty heels, back and forth across her deep arches, and then up along the silky-soft pads below her toes. Scarlett went completely nuts. She shouted and cursed and thrashed around.
The tickling was too much. One by one, the Avengers actresses began to give in.
Elizabeth was first. She was crying from laughing so hard. Sadie pretty much had her legs pinned. She was getting some sick enjoyment from just lightly scratching just underneath the balls of her feet, listening to how it was gradually making Elizabeth go progressively more and more crazy. Elizabeth had black mascara running down her cheeks when she gave up. She just couldn’t stand it anymore.
Elizabeth looked at the camera and said, “I’m Elizabeth Olsen and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
The next to fold was Brie. Simon was watching Brie’s feet wiggle around as he kept buzzing her toes with it. Her cheeks were turning bright red from laughing so much and her short, blonde haircut was now seeming a little disheveled after whipping her hair around for a while. Brie screamed and begged for him to stop. But Simon continued to explore every possible part of her toes with the vibrating bristles as he studied just what made her feet tremble in ticklish agony. Brie had enough and agreed to say whatever she needed to.
Brie looked sheepishly at the camera and said, “I’m Brie Larson and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.”
Scarlett held out the longest, but not by much. Mitch had her shrieking and bucking against his hold as he worked the brush across her big, bare soles. Scarlett knew she didn’t have it in her to hold out much longer. Her sides burned from laughing so much. And she could feel her cheeks were red. Scarlett reluctantly gave up.
Scarlett talked to the camera with a bite in her tone. She said, “I’m Scarlett Johansson and now I’m another one of Simon’s tickle toys.
TO BE CONTINUED…
This is a fine series. 
