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Xanthippe Voorhees stood in front of a nondescript building in downtown Manhattan, clutching a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it. Her designer handbag hung loosely from her shoulder, her polished appearance starkly contrasting with the drab surroundings. She wore a sleek, white blouse tucked into high-waisted, black skinny jeans, accentuating her slender figure. Her feet were adorned with expensive, strappy black sandals, showcasing her impeccably pedicured toes painted a deep, glossy red. Her dark hair was perfectly styled, cascading down her back in loose waves, framing her sharp, determined face.
Next to her, Kimmy Schmidt bounced slightly on her feet, her perpetual enthusiasm radiating from her bright smile. She wore a floral sundress, the vibrant colors matching her cheerful personality. Her red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, a pink scrunchie adding a playful touch. On her feet were a pair of yellow sandals, her toenails painted a cheery pink that mirrored her upbeat demeanor. Kimmy glanced at Xanthippe, her wide blue eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.
"Are you sure this is the right place, Xan?" Kimmy asked, peering at the building. It looked far from the glitzy studios she had imagined.
Xanthippe sighed, a hint of frustration in her eyes. "Yes, Kimmy, this is the address they gave me." She glanced down at the paper, as if hoping the inked letters might magically change.
A flashback took Xanthippe back to the previous week. She was sitting in her room, scrolling through her phone. The realization that her trust fund wouldn’t last forever had hit her hard. Desperation gnawed at her, urging her to find a quick way to make money. Her eyes landed on a small, crumpled piece of paper poking out from under a stack of old magazines. It was a contact number she had pilfered from her mother Jacqueline’s desk. She knew that Xanthippe's father had once commissioned videos featuring her feet – a lucrative but secret venture.
“Why not?” Xanthippe had thought, dialing the number. When the representative from the video company mentioned that a video with multiple actresses would pay significantly more, Xanthippe saw an opportunity. Convincing Kimmy had been surprisingly easy, given her friend’s naive outlook on most things.
“This sounds like fun!” Kimmy had exclaimed. “And we can make some money to help others too!” She had been quick to get in touch with her fellow “mole women” from the bunker – Cyndee and Gretchen. They had all agreed to meet at the address provided by the company.
The flashback faded as Xanthippe refocused on the present. Kimmy’s enthusiasm was starting to wear on her nerves, especially given the questionable nature of their current endeavor.
“Where are Cyndee and Gretchen?” Xanthippe muttered, scanning the area. The busy New York street buzzed with activity, but there was no sign of the other two women.
Kimmy looked around, her optimism unwavering. “I’m sure they’ll be here soon. They probably just got a bit lost. It’s a big city, after all!”
As they waited, Xanthippe’s mind wandered back to her predicament. She had always known her family wasn’t exactly normal, but resorting to making fetish videos to sustain herself was a new low. Her polished exterior hid the anxiety bubbling inside her. The company had promised a decent payment, and while the idea of being filmed for such a video made her skin crawl, the money was a necessity.
Kimmy, on the other hand, saw it as a grand adventure. Her years in the bunker had left her with an unshakeable sense of optimism and a belief in the goodness of people. She truly believed this was just a fun way to earn some cash. She didnt really know what a "foot fetish" was, but it didnt bother her much.
The differences between the two were stark. Xanthippe, with her sharp features and designer clothes, looked every bit the privileged socialite. Kimmy, with her bright dress and cheerful demeanor, looked like she had stepped out of a storybook. Minutes ticked by, and Xanthippe’s patience was wearing thin. She checked her phone for any messages from Cyndee or Gretchen but found none. She tapped her foot impatiently, her sandals making a soft clicking sound on the pavement.
Kimmy tried to lighten the mood. “Maybe they stopped for a hot dog or something! You know, Cyndee loves street food.....”
Xanthippe rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. Kimmy’s relentless positivity was infectious, even if it was misguided at times. Still, she barely new Kimmys friends, so she didnt trust them much. Good thing she had her roommate Josie in reserve in case they bailed on them. If they didnt get here in 5 minutes, she would send her a message to come by.
After waiting for several minutes without a sign of Cyndee and Gretchen, Xanthippe and Kimmy decided to head inside. To their surprise, the building's interior was bright and comfortable, a stark contrast to the grimy, dim basement Xanthippe had envisioned. Plush chairs lined the walls, and soft music played in the background, creating a surprisingly welcoming atmosphere.
They approached the reception desk where a cheerful woman with short, curly hair and a warm smile greeted them. “Hello! Welcome! Can I have your names, please?”
Xanthippe stepped forward, still clutching the paper with the address. “I’m Xanthippe Voorhees, and this is Kimmy Schmidt. We have an appointment.”
The receptionist’s smile widened. “Oh, wonderful! You’re here for your session with the Laughter & Lace studio. I’ll just check you in.” She typed their information into the computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “Ah, yes, here you are. Please follow the hallway to the right. The studios are down that way.”
As they walked down the hallway, Kimmy looked around, her eyes wide with curiosity. “This place is nice! I was expecting something a bit...scarier,” she admitted with a giggle.
Xanthippe shrugged, trying to mask her own surprise. “Me too. But it’s better this way, right?” She texted Josie a thumbs up as they went, signaling her to come join them. "Be there in 10" her roommate replied. She really didnt get along so well with her roommates, but out of the three she had (Josie, Grace and Paige) she was the most tolerable.
They soon reached a door marked “Studio 1,” where they were greeted by a woman with dark hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She wore a tailored suit that gave her an air of professionalism. “Hello, I’m Veronica,” she introduced herself with a firm handshake. “We spoke on the phone.”
“Yes, I’m Xanthippe. And this is Kimmy,” Xanthippe replied, trying to gauge the woman. Veronica’s expression was unreadable, but something about her demeanor made Xanthippe uneasy.
Kimmy, oblivious to any tension, bounced on her toes and smiled brightly. “Hi, Veronica! This is going to be so much fun. I can’t believe we’re getting paid just to show our feet!” She wiggled her toes playfully, her pink toenail polish gleaming under the studio lights.
Veronica raised an eyebrow at Kimmy’s enthusiasm but kept her professional demeanor. “It’s certainly an interesting way to earn money,” she agreed, a hint of amusement in her voice. She turned to Xanthippe. “I understand you’re missing two of your party?”
Xanthippe nodded. “Yes, Cyndee and Gretchen. They were supposed to meet us here, but we haven’t seen them.”
Veronica’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “No need to worry. We’ve sorted it out. They’ll join us shortly. For now, let’s get you both settled.”
Xanthippe’s curiosity was piqued, but Kimmy’s unwavering optimism made it hard to dwell on any unease. “Oh, that’s great!” Kimmy said cheerfully. “See, Xan? Everything’s working out perfectly!”
Veronica led them further into the studio, passing several doors until they reached one labeled “Filming Room.” She opened the door, revealing a spacious area with a few chairs, cameras set up on tripods, and a large, cushioned platform in the center. Bright lights hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room with a soft, even glow.
“Here we are,” Veronica announced. “This is where we’ll be filming today. Please, make yourselves comfortable while we get everything ready. You can pick out a new outfit and a new pair of sandals in the Changing Room, so that yours dont get damaged"
Xanthippe and Kimmy exchanged glances before moving to the chairs. Xanthippe couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but Kimmy’s excitement was infectious. Kimmy sat down, immediately slipping off her sandals and wiggling her toes again. “This is going to be so easy!” she said with a laugh. “I wonder what kind of videos they’ll make.”
Veronica watched them, her expression thoughtful. “We have a variety of themes,” she said vaguely. “But don’t worry. Just follow our instructions, and everything will be fine.”
Xanthippe nodded, trying to suppress her doubts. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Let’s get started then.”
As Veronica left the room to prepare, Xanthippe couldn’t help but wonder about Cyndee and Gretchen. Where were they? And why was Veronica so confident they’d be here soon? Should she call Josie off? She glanced at Kimmy, who was still happily playing with her toes, and decided to brush off her concerns. For now, they were here, and the quicker they got through this, the quicker they could get paid.
After a little while Veronica returned with a smile and motioned for Xanthippe and Kimmy to follow her. They walked down another hallway until they reached a door marked “Changing Room.” Inside, the room was spacious and well-lit, with a variety of clothing options neatly arranged on racks.
“We have some outfits for you to change into,” Veronica explained. “Feel free to choose whatever you’re most comfortable with.”
Xanthippe immediately gravitated toward the skimpier options, finally selecting a black bikini that left little to the imagination. She eyed herself in the mirror, adjusting the straps to ensure everything was in place. Her confidence grew as she admired her reflection, knowing the outfit highlighted her best features. To complete the look, she chose a pair of high-heeled sandals with intricate straps that wrapped around her ankles, adding a touch of sensual extravagance.
Kimmy, on the other hand, chose a more modest, tastefully designed bikini in a soft pastel color that suited her cheerful personality. She opted for simple yet cute sandals, adorned with little flowers that made her smile. She twirled in front of the mirror, satisfied with her selection.
As they prepared to leave the changing room, Kimmy noticed a familiar pair of sandals tucked away on one of the shelves. “Hey, these look just like the ones Cyndee owns!” she exclaimed, pointing at the sandals. “I have to tell her she has great taste. Even movie actresses wear them, apparently!”
Xanthippe, still adjusting her bikini, gave the sandals a quick glance but didn’t think much of it. “Yeah, sure, Kimmy,” she replied absently.
Veronica reappeared at the door, ushering them back to the main room. As they walked, Xanthippe swore she could hear faint laughter echoing from somewhere in the building. She paused for a moment, listening intently, but then shrugged it off. In a studio like this, it made sense that they might be filming a comedy or something similar nearby.
Kimmy, oblivious to Xanthippe’s moment of concern, skipped happily down the hallway. “This is going to be so much fun! I can’t wait to get started.”
Veronica led them back to the filming room, where the bright lights and cameras were now positioned and ready. “Please, have a seat on the platform,” she instructed, her voice calm and professional.
Xanthippe and Kimmy complied, sitting down on the cushioned platform. The warmth of the lights made the room feel almost cozy, despite the underlying tension Xanthippe felt.
Kimmy looked around with wide-eyed curiosity. “This place is so cool! I never imagined movie studios would be like this.”
Veronica smiled as she adjusted one of the cameras. “It’s definitely a unique experience,” she agreed. “Now, we’ll just need you to relax and follow our directions. We’ll start filming shortly.”
As Veronica busied herself with final preparations, Xanthippe glanced around the room again. The laughter she had heard earlier seemed to have faded, replaced by the soft hum of the equipment. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off her unease. This was just a job, after all, and they were here to make money. The sooner they got through this, the better.
Kimmy, as always, remained cheerful and excited. “I wonder if we’ll get to see the video when it’s done. Do you think they’ll give us a copy, Xan?”
Xanthippe managed a small smile. “Maybe, Kimmy. But let’s just focus on getting this done first.”
With everything in place, Veronica stepped back and nodded to the camera operator. “We’re ready to begin,” she announced. “Just relax and have fun."
The moment Veronica signaled the start of filming, Xanthippe and Kimmy found themselves seated on the cushioned platform, bathed in the warm glow of studio lights. Veronica positioned herself nearby, a clipboard in hand, ready to conduct the interview segment before filming commenced.
“Alright, ladies,” Veronica began with a smile. “Let’s start with a few questions about your feet, since that’s the focus of today’s shoot.”
Xanthippe leaned back slightly, adopting a poised demeanor as she anticipated the questions. She knew the importance of playing up her appeal to the fetish audience. “Of course,” she purred, a hint of seduction in her voice.
Veronica turned her attention to Xanthippe first. “Tell me, Xanthippe, what’s your shoe size?”
Xanthippe tilted her head slightly, a suggestive smile playing on her lips. “I wear a size 7,” she answered smoothly, her tone carrying a sultry undertone.
“And your favorite nail polish color?” Veronica continued.
“Deep red,” Xanthippe replied, crossing her legs elegantly to showcase her perfectly manicured toes. “It’s a classic.”
Veronica nodded, jotting down notes. “How often do you get pedicures?”
Xanthippe’s smile widened. “Regularly,” she answered, her voice dropping slightly lower. “I believe in keeping everything... immaculate.”
Veronica glanced at Xanthippe curiously, sensing there was more beneath her confident facade. She then turned to Kimmy, who sat beside her, looking bright-eyed and eager.
“And Kimmy, what about you?” Veronica asked with a warm smile. “What’s your shoe size?”
Kimmy’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “I wear a size 6!” she chirped. “And look at my sandals!” She lifted one foot and wiggled her toes in front of the camera, her joy evident.
Veronica chuckled softly. “Very cute! And your favorite nail polish?”
“Pink!” Kimmy exclaimed. “It’s so cheerful!”
Veronica nodded, charmed by Kimmy’s simplicity. “And how often do you get pedicures?”
Kimmy’s expression turned sheepish. “Not often,” she admitted. “I’m actually extremely ticklish, so it’s hard for me to sit still!”
Veronica laughed lightly. “Ticklish, huh? That’s interesting. Where are you ticklish, Kimmy?”
Kimmy’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh, everywhere!” she exclaimed with a laugh. “But especially on my feet.” She pointed to her sandal-clad foot, demonstrating by lightly brushing her fingers across her own toes, causing her to squirm and giggle.
Veronica’s smile widened. “Tickle fights must have been quite the event in the bunker, huh?”
Kimmy nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes! Cyndee had this super ticklish spot on her pinky toe,” she said, pointing to her own foot to show Veronica. “And Gretchen couldn’t handle tickling on her arches at all!” She demonstrated again, mimicking Gretchen’s reaction.
Veronica listened attentively, her curiosity piqued. “That’s fascinating,” she said thoughtfully. “You know, someone else here is having a great laugh right now.”
As if on cue, one of the crew members left the room adjacent to the studio, and the sound of roaring laughter filled the air briefly before the door closed again.
Kimmy chuckled. “Sounds like they’re having a blast in there!”
Xanthippe raised an eyebrow, her attention briefly drawn to the noise. “Must be filming a comedy or something,” she remarked casually, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Veronica observed them both with a mixture of amusement and something else—an almost imperceptible hint of pity. She exchanged a meaningful glance with the crew member who had just returned, silently conveying her instructions.
“Alright, ladies,” Veronica said cheerfully, standing up. “Let’s bring in the chairs.”
At her signal, two crew members entered with padded chairs and placed them facing Xanthippe and Kimmy on the platform. The implication of the chairs and Veronica’s expression sparked a flicker of apprehension in Xanthippe, but before she could voice any concern, Veronica spoke again.
“We’re going to start with some fun questions to get you both comfortable in front of the camera,” Veronica explained, her tone upbeat but with an underlying purpose that Xanthippe couldn’t quite decipher.
Kimmy clapped her hands together eagerly. “Sounds like fun!”
Xanthippe nodded slowly, her curiosity mixed with a growing sense of unease. What exactly did Veronica have in mind with those chairs?
As the crew finished setting up the chairs and the padded structures, Veronica continued her interview with Xanthippe and Kimmy, maintaining a casual yet focused demeanor. The atmosphere in the studio remained professional, with the soft hum of equipment and the gentle guidance of the crew in the background.
Veronica, clipboard in hand, turned to Xanthippe first. "So, Xanthippe, do you enjoy going barefoot?"
Xanthippe, still trying to maintain her allure, leaned back in her chair and smiled seductively. "Oh, absolutely," she purred. "There's something so freeing about it, don't you think? I can even peel a banana with my toes if I wanted to." She chuckled softly, her eyes meeting Veronica's with a hint of challenge.
Veronica raised an eyebrow, sensing the exaggeration in Xanthippe's statement, but chose to move on. "And have you ever had a boyfriend who particularly liked your feet?"
Xanthippe's smile widened, though there was a flicker of discomfort in her eyes that Veronica caught. "Yes," she answered smoothly. "One of them had a particular fondness for... exploring." She left the statement tantalizingly vague, hoping to maintain her mysterious allure.
Veronica noted the subtle shift in Xanthippe's demeanor but didn't press further. Instead, she turned to Kimmy, who was sitting beside her, looking curiously at the padded structures being set up.
"And Kimmy," Veronica began with a warm smile, "what about you? Do you enjoy being barefoot?"
Kimmy's face lit up with innocent enthusiasm. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "Especially when I'm watching a movie. I can grab the bowl of popcorn with my toes so I don't have to get up." She giggled, oblivious to any underlying implications.
Veronica chuckled softly, charmed by Kimmy's simple joys. "That's clever! And have you ever had a boyfriend who liked your feet?"
Kimmy's brow furrowed in confusion. "Hmm, I don't think so," she said thoughtfully. "I mean, why would anyone like feet that way? They're just feet!" She glanced down at her own sandals, seemingly puzzled by the idea.
Veronica smiled at Kimmy's innocence, then turned her attention back to the crew as they brought in the final pieces of equipment. Xanthippe watched with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as the padded structures were revealed.
The structures consisted of two padded boards with holes, resembling a sophisticated version of medieval stocks. Attached were kinky-looking cuffs that fastened to the floor, and what appeared to be a seatbelt-like strap for the waist.
Xanthippe's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the equipment for what it was – bondage furniture, designed to restrain and expose. Despite her initial nerves, she reasoned that in a studio catering to foot fetish and bondage, such equipment would naturally be used. She swallowed her unease and tried to appear composed.
Meanwhile, Kimmy's eyes widened in recognition. "Oh, these are stocks!" she exclaimed, surprising Veronica with her knowledge. "I've seen these at the medieval fair before I was taken to the bunker. But these look much comfier and prettier than the old wooden ones!"
Veronica blinked in surprise at Kimmy's insight, having assumed her to be more naive than she apparently was. "Yes, these are indeed stocks," Veronica confirmed with a slight chuckle. "And you're right, they are designed to be more comfortable and... aesthetically pleasing."
She motioned for Xanthippe and Kimmy to approach the padded structures. "Please, have a seat," Veronica encouraged, her tone gentle yet firm.
Xanthippe hesitated, her gaze flickering between the padded boards and Veronica. The realization that they were about to be restrained in such a manner sent a ripple of nervousness through her, but she knew she couldn't back out now.
Kimmy, oblivious to any deeper implications, sat down without hesitation. She looked around with curiosity, seemingly unfazed by the situation. "These are really cool!" she remarked, smiling brightly.
Veronica nodded, her expression a mix of admiration and curiosity toward Kimmy's innocence. "They are indeed," she agreed, exchanging a glance with the crew. "Now, let's get you both comfortable."
The crew members gently fastened the cuffs around Xanthippe and Kimmy's ankles and wrists, securing them to the floor. They then adjusted the seatbelt-like strap around their waists, ensuring they were stable and safe.
Once they were secured, Veronica stepped back, her gaze sweeping over Xanthippe and Kimmy. "Perfect," she said with a nod. "Now we're ready to begin."
As Veronica signaled to the crew to prepare the cameras, Xanthippe and Kimmy exchanged uncertain glances. The reality of their situation sank in, each processing it in their own way – Xanthippe with apprehension, and Kimmy with innocent curiosity.
As the crew members carefully removed Xanthippe and Kimmy’s sandals, revealing their bare feet to the camera, two women stepped onto the platform beside them. One of them, with curly blonde hair and a mischievous grin, positioned herself next to Xanthippe, while the other, a brunette with a playful demeanor, took her place beside Kimmy.
Xanthippe, ever the seductress, began twisting her feet in a sensual display, showing off her perfectly pedicured toes. She gazed into the camera with a sultry expression, each movement calculated to appeal to the fetish audience watching.
Next to her, Kimmy giggled with innocent delight, spreading her toes apart and clapping her feet together as if they were hands. Her joy was palpable, her bright eyes focused on the crew and Veronica as if they were all playing a game together.
Veronica approached them, her demeanor still calm but with a subtle intensity beneath the surface. “How are you both feeling?” she asked, her voice gentle yet probing.
Xanthippe, still in her role, replied with a husky tone, “Completely secured. I can’t move at all, except my feet.” She demonstrated by clasping her feet together as if holding an invisible object, then slowly moving them up and down in a deliberate, teasing manner.
Veronica nodded, her gaze flickering between Xanthippe’s performance and the camera. She then turned to Kimmy. “And you, Kimmy? How do you feel?”
Kimmy giggled again, trying to rock her chair back and forth playfully. “I’m stuck!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with amusement. “I can’t move at all!” She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “It kind of reminds me of that time at the medieval fair...”
Xanthippe’s eyes widened slightly in alarm, a chill running down her spine as she realized where Kimmy’s story might be headed.
“...when they tied a woman to the stocks,” Kimmy continued innocently. “The actors took off her shoes and started tickling her feet!”
Xanthippe’s breath caught in her throat. Memories flooded back – the helpless laughter in the next room, the tickling questions, the chairs...She glanced nervously at Veronica and the crew, her heart racing.
Kimmy, oblivious to the tension she had unwittingly stirred, giggled again. “I remember grabbing an electric toothbrush and tickling her toes!” She mimicked the action with her fingers, laughing at the memory. “It was so funny!”
The color drained from Xanthippe’s face as she realized the implications of Kimmy’s story. She turned to Veronica, her voice trembling slightly. “Wait... you’re not going to...”
Veronica’s expression shifted imperceptibly, a hint of predatory amusement gleaming in her eyes. The other women on the platform exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening slightly.
Veronica stepped closer, her gaze locked with Xanthippe’s. “Oh, Xanthippe,” she said softly, almost sympathetically. “You and Kimmy are about to make a very special kind of video. A tickling video.”
Xanthippe’s eyes widened in horror. “No,” she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, you can’t...”
But Veronica’s smile was knowing, relentless. “Oh, but we can,” she replied calmly. “And we will.”
Kimmy’s cheerful demeanor faltered as she sensed the tension in the air. “Wait, what do you mean?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
Veronica turned to Kimmy, her expression softer now. “Kimmy, sweetheart,” she began gently, “we’re going to film a video where your feet get tickled. Just like you remembered from the fair.”
Kimmy blinked, trying to process Veronica’s words. “Tickled?” she repeated, uncertainty creeping into her voice. She looked to Xanthippe for reassurance, but Xanthippe could only stare back at her with wide eyes, unable to offer any comfort.
Veronica nodded, her tone soothing yet firm. “It’ll be fun,” she assured Kimmy. “Just a little tickling. You’ll laugh, we’ll film it, and then it’ll be done.”
Kimmy’s confusion deepened, her gaze darting between Veronica and Xanthippe. “But... I thought we were just filming our feet...” Her voice trailed off, realization slowly dawning on her innocent face.
Xanthippe’s mind raced, panic setting in. “Kimmy, we have to get out of here,” she urged urgently, struggling against her restraints to no avail. “This isn’t what we signed up for!”
Veronica’s expression hardened slightly as she turned back to Xanthippe. “I’m afraid it is, Xanthippe,” she said firmly. “You both agreed to participate in a shoot for a fetish studio. Tickling is a part of that.”
Xanthippe’s heart sank, her mind racing for a way out of this nightmare scenario. She looked at Kimmy, her eyes pleading for understanding.
Kimmy’s confusion turned to concern as she finally grasped the situation. “Xanthippe... what do we do?” she asked quietly, her voice trembling with fear.
But before Xanthippe could respond, Veronica nodded to the crew, and the other women moved closer, their hands reaching out toward Xanthippe and Kimmy’s vulnerable, exposed feet.
As the realization dawned on Kimmy and Xanthippe, their hearts raced with fear and anxiety. The two women who had stepped forward to initiate the tickling were now hovering over them, implements of tickle torture in hand.
One of them, with mischievous eyes, wielded a feather with delicate precision. She approached Kimmy’s right foot first, the feather’s soft bristles tracing a tantalizing path across her sole. Kimmy’s toes curled instinctively, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she squirmed in her restraints.
The feather danced lightly over the arch of her foot, eliciting tiny squeals of laughter from Kimmy. It moved teasingly between her toes, causing her to wiggle them uncontrollably. Kimmy’s laughter bubbled up, a mix of amusement and genuine ticklish discomfort.
Beside her, the other woman took hold of Kimmy’s left foot, her fingers dancing over the sensitive skin. She tickled the ball of her foot, then traced a path along the instep, causing Kimmy to gasp and laugh even harder. Her fingers explored every crevice, finding the most ticklish spots effortlessly.
“Stop! Haha, stop!” Kimmy managed to gasp between giggles, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and the ticklish sensations. “I’m ticklish!”
The woman with the feather grinned mischievously, continuing her delicate assault on Kimmy’s right foot. “Oh, we know,” she teased playfully. “That’s why you’re here!”
Kimmy’s laughter turned into desperate pleas. “Please, I can’t take it!” she begged, her voice a mixture of hysteria and genuine distress. “I only like it a little bit! P-p-please!”
Meanwhile, Xanthippe was enduring a similar ordeal just a few feet away. The two women assigned to her were not holding back, their fingers digging into her sensitive soles with relentless determination. Xanthippe’s initial anger and defiance had melted away into sheer panic as she realized the extent of her predicament.
She glared at them with a mixture of terror and fury, her body thrashing in the chair in a futile attempt to escape their ticklish assault. Each touch sent jolts of laughter through her, her pride and composure crumbling with each second.
Veronica watched with amusement, her arms crossed as she leaned against a nearby table. “You both signed the contract,” she reminded them casually, her tone unyielding. “You agreed to participate in a tickling feet video. A full 30 minutes. Maybe next time, read the fine print.”
Kimmy’s panic escalated at Veronica’s words. “Half an hour of tickling?!” she exclaimed, her voice rising into hysteria. “No, no, no! Please, let us go! I-I-I’m too ticklish for this!”
Her laughter blended with her desperate pleas, tears of ticklish agony streaming down her cheeks as her tormentors continued their relentless assault. “P-p-please hahaha! St-stop!” she begged between gasps for air. “I beg youuuu hahahaha!”
Beside her, Xanthippe’s resistance finally crumbled completely. The women began holding her big toes and her feet were subyected a barrage of ticklish strokes, their fingers scratching and teasing with expert precision. Xanthippe’s laughter erupted into wild howls, her entire body shaking with uncontrollable mirth.
“Noooo hahaha! Waiiit! P-p-p-plehehease!” Xanthippe cried out, her voice hoarse from laughter. “Stoooohohohop! I beg youuuu hohohohaha!”
The studio filled with the sounds of laughter and pleading, the women’s ticklish torment echoing off the walls. Veronica’s smile widened slightly as she watched the scene unfold, seemingly enjoying every moment of their distress.
As the minutes stretched on, the realization sank in for Kimmy and Xanthippe – they were at the mercy of their captors, bound and helpless in a situation they never imagined they would find themselves in. Their laughter continued to fill the air, mingling with cries for mercy that fell on deaf ears.
As Kimmy and Xanthippe's laughter echoed through the studio, Veronica gestured for the crew to continue the ticklish onslaught. The women with the feather and fingers stepped back momentarily, replaced by two others armed with large hairbrushes, ready to amplify the ticklish torment.
Kimmy’s eyes widened with dread as she saw the hairbrushes. “No, not those!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic. “Please, I can’t handle it!”
The women wielding the hairbrushes grinned mischievously, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They approached Kimmy’s bare soles with deliberate slowness, relishing in the anticipation of her reaction. With swift precision, they began to stroke the bristles across the sensitive skin of her arches.
Kimmy’s laughter erupted instantly into a high-pitched giggle, her toes curling as the bristles tickled mercilessly. “HAHA, NOOOO! PLEASE, STOP!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with laughter. “IT’S TOO MUCH!”
The hairbrushes continued their relentless dance, one brushing up and down the sole of her left foot while the other teased the right. Kimmy’s legs jerked involuntarily in a futile attempt to evade the ticklish sensations, but her efforts only intensified the laughter that spilled uncontrollably from her lips.
Beside her, Xanthippe was enduring a similar ordeal. The women with the hairbrushes approached her with equal determination, ready to exploit her most ticklish spots. They swept the bristles across her soles in synchronized movements, eliciting shrieks of laughter that reverberated through the room.
“HAHA, OH GOD! PLEASE, STOP IT!” Xanthippe cried out, her voice laced with desperation. “I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE TICKLING!”
The women pressed on, their strokes methodical and unrelenting. They focused on Xanthippe’s heels, then moved to her arches and the balls of her feet, each stroke sending shockwaves of ticklish delight through her entire body. Her attempts to plead for mercy were drowned out by peals of laughter that poured forth uncontrollably.
Veronica watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as Kimmy and Xanthippe writhed in their bonds, laughter and pleas for mercy filling the studio. She leaned against the table, crossing her arms as she observed the scene with a hint of admiration for their endurance.
The minutes dragged on, each second stretching into an eternity for Kimmy and Xanthippe. Their laughter became increasingly frantic, interspersed with desperate cries for the torment to end. The crew, unperturbed by their pleas, continued to wield the hairbrushes with unwavering determination, ensuring every moment of their contracted ticklish ordeal was fulfilled.
As the tickling continued unabated, Kimmy and Xanthippe’s resolve began to falter. The laughter that had initially been a mixture of surprise and amusement now verged on hysteria, their bodies reacting involuntarily to the relentless tickling. Tears streaked down their flushed cheeks, their minds racing with the realization that they were truly at the mercy of their captors.
Veronica finally signaled for the crew to halt, satisfied that they had maximized the last five minutes of the video shoot. The women with the hairbrushes withdrew, leaving Kimmy and Xanthippe panting and gasping for breath, their bodies still tingling from the ticklish assault. Both women slumped forward in the stocks, panting heavily, their chests rising and falling with each breath. Their once-confident facades had crumbled, leaving behind pleading eyes and trembling bodies.
Xanthippe’s voice trembled as she pleaded with their captors, desperation evident in every word. “Please... please let us go,” she begged between gasps for air. “We won’t tell anyone. Just... take the money and release us.”
Kimmy, still giggling uncontrollably, added her own plea. “Cyndee and Gretchen will be here any minute,” she warned, her voice a mixture of laughter and fear. “They’ll call the police and get us out of here!”
Veronica chuckled softly, shaking her head at Kimmy’s naivety. “Oh, sweetie,” she said with mock sympathy, “they’re already here.”
At Veronica’s command, the wall to their right began to lift at the press of a button, revealing another room where laughter echoed through the air. In identical chairs to theirs, Cyndee and Gretchen were strapped down, their feet also at the mercy of ticklish tormentors.
"NOHOHO HAHAA! WAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAHA! STAPAHAHAHAHHAP I BEHEHHEAHG YOUHUHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!" Cyndee and Gretchen's voices rang out, their laughter echoing alongside Xanthippe and Kimmy's. Tears streamed down their cheeks as they writhed in their bonds, completely at the mercy of their captors.
Veronica’s explanation cut through the chaos of laughter and pleading. “They arrived before you,” she clarified, a smirk playing on her lips. “And they didn’t know about the tickling either. They were so eager for a ‘foot video’ that they even signed up for an extra 15 minutes of footage when they saw the pay rate.”
As the crew shifted the chairs, bringing all four women onto the same platform, Xanthippe and Kimmy watched in horror as Cyndee and Gretchen’s toes were bound to the stocks with soft fabric, rendering them just as immobile as they were.
Cyndee shot a glare at Kimmy, her voice strained with laughter and accusation. “You tricked us into this!” she accused, her eyes wild with disbelief.
Kimmy’s laughter turned into a panicked protest. “No, I didn’t! I didn’t know either!” she insisted, her voice cracking with emotion.
Amidst the chaos, Xanthippe’s mind raced with disbelief and anger. “This is insane!” she shouted, her voice hoarse from laughter. “Let us go, you monsters!”
But Veronica remained unmoved, her smile widening slightly. “You all signed the contract,” she reminded them calmly. “And now, it’s time for your extended tickling session.”
The room buzzed with tension and laughter as the four women – Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, and Gretchen – realized they were not alone in their predicament. Bound by their curiosity and obliviousness to the true nature of the video shoot, they now faced a shared fate of ticklish torture.
Xanthippe’s heart sank as realization washed over her like a cold wave. She had completely forgotten about Josie, her college roommate whom she had invited as a backup plan in case Cyndee and Gretchen didn’t show up. Now, Veronica confirmed that Josie had indeed arrived and was on her way to the set.
Veronica nodded knowingly, her expression unreadable as she processed the unfolding drama. “Josie is coming,” she stated matter-of-factly, her voice tinged with amusement. “And she’s about to join the fun.”
The scene shifted to the changing room where Josie stood, pondering over which bikini and sandals to choose. Spotting Xanthippe and Kimmy’s clothes in the room reassured her – if they were already filming, everything must be okay. A crew member handed her the papers, but Josie signed them without a second thought, eager to join her friends in what she assumed was a harmless video shoot.
Hurrying out of the changing room, Josie headed towards the room on the left where the action was taking place. Little did she know, she was walking into a scene far more intense and bizarre than she could have ever imagined.
Veronica’s voice echoed through the studio, announcing her intention to broadcast Josie’s interview while continuing to tickle the four helpless women. The tickling resumed with renewed vigor, fingers dancing over sensitive soles as laughter and pleas filled the air. The TV screen flickered to life, displaying Josie’s interview in real time.
Veronica moved to a platform near the recently changed Josie, her demeanor calm and composed as she resumed her questioning. “So, Josie,” she began with a hint of mischief in her voice, “tell us about yourself. Shoe size, favorite nail polish... and are you ticklish?”
Josie giggled nervously, her eyes darting around the room as she considered the question. “Oh, yes,” she admitted with a bashful smile. “I’m very ticklish. But you know who’s even more ticklish? My roommate, Xanthippe. She’s like, ridiculously ticklish. One time she brought a guy over who clearly had a thing for feet, i mean, he coulnt keep his eyes off mine the whole time he was there." she laughed as she took of the sandal and wiggled her foot to the camera "Thing is, the poor fellow must have tried to suck her toes latter that night and ended up with a bloody nose, she is just THAT sensitive"
As Veronica chuckled at Josie’s revelation, Xanthippe’s horror deepened. She stared at Josie in disbelief, her mind racing with regret over inviting her unwitting friend into this nightmare.
The women tickling Xanthippe and the others seized the opportunity, playfully sucking on her toes to elicit even more hysterical laughter. The room echoed with the sounds of laughter, pleas, and the occasional squeal as the tickling continued unabated.
Meanwhile, Josie’s interview continued on the screen, oblivious to the chaos unfolding in the adjacent room. Veronica maintained her composed demeanor, delving deeper into Josie’s personal life and ticklish tendencies.
As the interview ended, Josie had been led to the same padded chair the rest where in. She stood nervously as the crew secured her into the stocks, her heart pounding with uncertainty and dread. Josie’s mind raced with questions and fear, her voice trembling as she asked the crew. “Please... I don’t understand what’s happening,” she stammered, her eyes wide with confusion. Where was Xanthippe? She didn´t know this video would involve bondage.
The crew members exchanged knowing glances but remained silent as they finished securing Josie into the stocks. With a final click of the restraints, Josie was left vulnerable and exposed, her feet perfectly positioned for what was to come. Two crew members approached Josie, their steps echoing in the tense silence of the room. Josie’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched them closely, her eyes flickering between their determined expressions and the stocks that held her feet securely in place. She wore a simple pair of beige sandals with thin, crisscrossing straps that accentuated her slender feet. Her toenails were painted a soft coral pink, a stark contrast to the predicament she found herself in.
As the crew members knelt down, their gloved hands deftly unbuckled the sandals, revealing Josie’s delicate feet. Her skin was smooth and slightly sun-kissed, the nails neatly trimmed and polished. Her hands trembled as soft fabric was wrapped around her toes, immobilizing them completely. With a gentle touch, they secured soft fabric around her toes, mirroring the restraint applied to Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, and Gretchen. The crew then dragged the chair to the main room. The air was filled with a chaotic symphony of emotions as the women endured their unexpected ordeal of ticklish torture.
“HAHAHA! PLEASE! STOP IT!” Xanthippe begged through fits of laughter, her cheeks flushed with humiliation.
“HAHAHA! OH GOD! NOT THERE!” Kimmy squealed, her voice a mixture of laughter and desperation as she squirmed in her bonds.
"NOOO! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!" Cyndee exclaimed, her laughter turning into pleading as fingers continued their relentless assault on her sensitive soles.
"NOOO! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA! MAKE IT STOP!" Gretchen cried out, her laughter echoing around the room as she struggled against the restraints.
Josie’s initial confusion quickly turned to panic as she realized the gravity of the situation. She struggled helplessly against her restraints, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, and Gretchen were goin insane, their faces contorted with laughter and desperation as they endured the relentless tickling assault.
“Let me go! Please!” Josie cried out, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and outrage. “What’s going on? This isn’t funny!”
The tickling paused momentarily as the crew applied baby oil to the soles of the captives’ feet. The room buzzed with nervous energy as each girl pleaded and bargained with their tormentors, their personalities shining through their desperate attempts to reason or threaten their way out of the situation.
They lay panting and whimpering, their chests heaving with desperate breaths as they eyed their captors with a mixture of fear and defiance.
"Please, just let us go," Xanthippe pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "I promise we won't say anything. We'll forget this ever happened."
Cyndee's laughter had turned to sobs. "I can't take any more! Just stop! I'll do anything, please!"
Kimmy, ever innocent and naive, pleaded in a high-pitched voice, "This isn't fun anymore! I don't like this game! Let us go, please!"
Gretchen, typically quiet and reserved, found herself shouting, "You're crazy! This isn't right! Stop it!"
Josie begged, her voice cracking "Please, let us go! I cant take tickling!"
Veronica’s voice cut through the tension, her amusement palpable as she instructed the crew to resume filming the final 20 minutes of the video. With a chuckle, she exited the room, leaving behind the echoes of laughter and the sounds of ticklish torment.
The women returned to their task with renewed zeal, each employing a different instrument to elicit laughter from the helpless captives.
Cyndee's heart pounded with anticipation as the crew members approached, each wielding a different tool of ticklish torment. One of them held a delicate feather, while another activated an electric toothbrush, ready to send shivers of ticklish pleasure up her legs.
The feather's soft touch began its dance across Cyndee's left foot, tracing delicate patterns along the sensitive sole and teasing between her toes. She squirmed and giggled uncontrollably as the feather tickled every inch of her foot with tantalizing precision.
"HAHAHA! OH GOD! HAHANOTHA THERE!" Cyndee shrieked, her laughter bursting forth. "PLEASE! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHAHA!"
Simultaneously, the crew member wielding the electric toothbrush brought it to life on Cyndee's right foot. Its vibrating bristles sent ticklish shivers coursing through her, intensifying the sensations already provoked by the feather.
"HAHAHA! STOP IT! HAHAHA I CANT´THAHAHA!" Cyndee pleaded, her voice strained with laughter. "PLEASE NOT MY ARCHES! HAHAHA!"
The crew members exchanged knowing glances, enjoying Cyndee's animated reactions to their playful assault. They expertly alternated between the feather's light caress and the toothbrush's buzzing vibrations, prolonging her ticklish torment.
As Cyndee squirmed helplessly in the stocks, she realized just how sensitive her feet were to these devilishly effective tools. Every stroke of the feather and buzz of the toothbrush sent her into fits of laughter, her entire body tingling with ticklish delight.
"HAHAHA! NONO NOT MY TOES!" Cyndee squealed, her laughter echoing off the walls of the studio.
Gretchen's heart raced with nervous anticipation as the crew members aproached. One held a soft toeflosher, while another wielded a long backscratcher with teasing potential.
The toeflosher's gentle bristles began to dance between Gretchen's toes on her left foot, sending tingling sensations up her leg and causing her to squirm with ticklish delight. The soft touch of the bristles explored the sensitive areas between her toes, eliciting giggles and squeals from Gretchen.
"HAHAHA! NOOO NOT THE TOEHEHEHOHOOES!" Gretchen giggled uncontrollably, her laughter punctuated by pleas for mercy. "PLEAHAAHHASE! HAHAHA!"
Simultaneously, the crew member with the backscratcher traced its long, teasing fingers along the arch of Gretchen's right foot. The scratchy sensation sent shivers of ticklish pleasure through her, making her toes curl involuntarily as she tried to evade the sensation.
"HAHAHA! PLEAAAASE!" Gretchen protested, her laughter escalating into a high-pitched giggle. "I CAHAHAHANT NOHOOHOHOHO! HAHAHA!"
The crew members grinned mischievously as they continued their assault on Gretchen's ticklish feet, expertly alternating between the toeflosher's gentle caresses and the backscratcher's teasing scratches. They knew exactly how to exploit her ticklish spots, driving her to fits of laughter with each stroke and tickle.
"HAHAHA! I BEG YOUHHUHUAHHAHAHE LET ME GOHOHO!" Gretchen shrieked, her laughter echoing in the studio.
As the tickling continued unabated, Gretchen squirmed helplessly in the stocks, her feet hypersensitive to every touch and stroke. The combination of the soft toeflosher and the scratchy backscratcher kept her in a constant state of ticklish torment, her giggles and protests blending into a symphony of ticklish pleasure and desperate pleas for relief. The crew members exchanged amused glances, thoroughly enjoying Gretchen's animated reactions to their tickle torture. With each passing minute, her laughter grew louder and her struggles more frantic, making the entire room reverberate with the sounds of her ticklish ordeal.
Josie dreadfully looked at her tormentors. One held a delicate feather, while another activated an electric toothbrush with a soft hum.
The crew member with the feather approached Josie's left foot first, tracing its light, feathery touch along the sole and between her toes. Instantly, Josie erupted into laughter, her ticklish spots immediately betrayed by the gentle strokes of the feather.
"HAHAHA! Oh God, no! Haha, stop it!" Josie giggled uncontrollably, her laughter echoing in the studio. "It tickles too much! Please!"
Simultaneously, the crew member with the electric toothbrush brought it to life on Josie's right foot. The buzzing vibrations sent ticklish shivers up her leg, intensifying the sensation and making her squirm helplessly in the stocks.
"HAHAHA! NOHOHOHAHOAHAHAAA!" Josie pleaded, her laughter mixed with desperate pleas for relief. ""HAHAHAHA! NOOO! STOP!HAHAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! STOP IT!" "HAHAHA! NO! NOT THERE!""HAHAHAHA! NOOO! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!
The crew members grinned mischievously as they continued their assault on Josie's ticklish feet, expertly alternating between the feather's delicate caresses and the electric toothbrush's buzzing tickles. They knew exactly how to provoke and prolong her ticklish torment, driving her to fits of giggles with each stroke and vibration.
"HAHAHA! PLEEEASE!""HAHAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHA!"PLEEEEASE! STOOOOP! HAHAHAHA!""HAHAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA!"HAHAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! STOP IT!""HAHAHA! NO! NOT THERE!" Josie shrieked, her laughter reaching a new pitch.
As the tickling continued relentlessly, Josie writhed and squirmed in the stocks, her feet hypersensitive to every touch and vibration. The feather danced teasingly over her sole, while the electric toothbrush traced ticklish patterns on her other foot, keeping her in a constant state of ticklish agony.
"HAHAHA! IM BEGGING YOU I DIHAHAHAHANT KNOHOHOHO IT WAS A TIHIHIHAHAHAHACKLEHEH VIDEOOHOO" Josie begged.
As the crew continued to tickle Josie without mercy, her laughter echoed through the studio, mingling with the sounds of her companions' ticklish torment. The room was filled with the symphony of laughter and pleas for relief, creating a surreal and unforgettable scene of ticklish hilarity.
Kimmy felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as the crew members approached, each holding a different tickling tool. One had a delicate feather, while another activated an electric toothbrush with a soft hum. This was torture of course, but a part of Kimmy couldnt shake of that this was, after all, tickling
The crew member with the feather gently brushed it along Kimmy's left foot, tracing light strokes along her sole and between her toes. Immediately, Kimmy erupted into hysterical laughter, her entire body shaking with ticklish delight.
"HAHAHAHA! OH GOD, NO! HAHA, NOT THERE!" Kimmy squealed, her voice filled with uncontrollable laughter. "IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! PLEEEEASE!"
Simultaneously, the crew member with the electric toothbrush brought it to life on Kimmy's right foot. The buzzing vibrations intensified the ticklish sensation, sending waves of laughter through her.
"HAHAHA! NO! HAHA, STOP IT!" Kimmy pleaded, her laughter punctuated by desperate pleas for mercy. "I CAN'T TAKE IT! HAHAHA!"
The crew members grinned mischievously as they continued their assault on Kimmy's incredibly ticklish feet. They knew exactly how to provoke her ticklish spots, alternating between the feather's delicate caresses and the electric toothbrush's buzzing tickles with expert precision.
"HAHAHA! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHA, PLEASE!" Kimmy shrieked, her laughter reaching new heights of hilarity. "STOOOOP! HAHAHA!"
As the tickling continued relentlessly, Kimmy writhed and squirmed in the stocks, her feet hypersensitive to every touch and vibration. The feather danced teasingly over one sole, while the electric toothbrush traced ticklish patterns on her other foot, driving her into fits of giggles.
"HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! HAHA, THIS IS INSANE!" Kimmy exclaimed between laughs, her cheeks flushed with ticklish delight. "PLEASE, NOT THERE! HAHAHA!"
The crew members exchanged amused glances as they intensified their tickle assault on Kimmy, thoroughly enjoying her animated reactions to their playful torture. With each passing moment, her laughter grew louder and her struggles more frantic, filling the studio with the infectious sounds of her ticklish ordeal.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! HAHAHA, I'M SO TICKLISH!" Kimmy gasped between giggles, her entire body trembling with laughter. "PLEEEEASE! HAHA, I'M BEGGING YOU!"
Xanthippe's heart pounded, her feet exposed and vulnerable. She was acutely aware of her extreme ticklishness, and the thought of what awaited her sent chills down her spine. Two crew members approached her, their hands poised to unleash ticklish torment in a way that would push her to the brink.
One woman knelt beside her left foot, her lips gently wrapping around each toe one by one. Xanthippe's immediate reaction was a gasp followed by an explosive burst of laughter. The sensation of warm, moist lips sucking on each individual toe sent ticklish shockwaves through her entire body.
"HAHAHAHA! OH GOD! HAHAHA, NOOO!" Xanthippe shrieked, her laughter punctuated by desperate pleas. "NOT MY TOES! HAHAHA, PLEASE!"
The crew member proceeded meticulously, starting from the big toe and working her way down to the pinky toe. Each toe received equal attention, the gentle suction and warm breath causing Xanthippe to squirm uncontrollably. Her toes tingled intensely from the unusual sensation, amplifying her ticklish reactions.
As one woman focused on her toes, the other crew member began to trace her fingers lightly over the sensitive soles of Xanthippe's feet. Each stroke elicited spasms of laughter as Xanthippe squirmed and writhed, utterly helpless in her ticklish predicament.
"HAHAHA! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHA, PLEASE, STOP!" Xanthippe begged between fits of laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensation. "HAHAHA, NOT THERE!"
The crew members exchanged amused glances as they continued their relentless assault. They knew exactly how sensitive Xanthippe's feet were and delighted in exploiting every ticklish reaction.
"HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! HAHA, THIS IS TORTURE!" Xanthippe gasped, her laughter turning into breathless giggles. "PLEASE, HAHA, HAVE MERCY!"
Despite her desperate pleas, the crew members showed no signs of easing up. They intensified their ticklish assault, their fingers dancing over her soles in sync with the gentle sucking on her toes. Xanthippe's laughter grew louder and more frantic, her body convulsing with each ticklish touch.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! HAHA, I CAN'T... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!" Xanthippe cried out, her voice hoarse from laughter. "PLEEEEASE! HAHAHA, STOP!"
The crew members skillfully continued their ministrations, ensuring that no toe was spared from the ticklish torment. Each suck elicited renewed bouts of laughter and desperate pleas from Xanthippe, her resistance weakening under the relentless tickling.
"HAHA... HAHAHA! OH MY GOD, PLEASE... HAHA!" Xanthippe gasped for air between the relentless giggles, her body trembling with ticklish aftershocks. "I'M SO TICKLISH... HAHAHA, I CAN'T!"
The crew members finally relented after what felt like an eternity to Xanthippe. They stepped back, leaving her breathless and trembling in the stocks, her feet tingling from the intense ticklish assault.
Xanthippe lay panting, her entire body still buzzing with ticklish sensations. She couldn't believe how vulnerable she had felt, how intense the tickling had been. Despite the overwhelming ticklish ordeal, there was a strange mix of relief and lingering ticklish pleasure coursing through her.
As she slowly regained composure, Xanthippe glanced at the crew members, who wore satisfied smirks. They had thoroughly enjoyed tickling her to the brink, pushing her ticklish limits beyond what she thought possible. She knew she would never forget this experience, no matter how much she wanted to.
Veronica entered the room with a mischievous smile, her eyes glinting with amusement as she observed the five girls still recovering from their intense tickling ordeal. Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, Gretchen, and Josie lay in the padded stocks, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath between bouts of residual laughter.
"Well, well, ladies," Veronica began, her voice laced with playful enthusiasm. "We have five minutes left, and we're going to make the most of them."
The crew swiftly brought in large hairbrushes, one for each foot of the five captives. These were no ordinary hairbrushes—each one had thick, plush bristles designed to deliver maximum ticklish torment. The girls' eyes widened in dread as they realized what was coming next.
Xanthippe, still reeling from having her toes sucked and soles tickled mercilessly, braced herself as the crew approached her. One woman took the hairbrush and began dragging the bristles teasingly along the sole of her left foot. Instantly, Xanthippe's body jolted with ticklish sensitivity, and she erupted into a fresh bout of desperate laughter.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! NOT THE HAIRBRUSH!" Xanthippe shrieked, her voice cracking with laughter as she struggled against her bonds. "IT'S TOO MUCH! PLEASE!"
The crew member ignored her pleas, pressing the bristles deeper into the sensitive arch of her foot. Each stroke sent tingling waves of ticklish sensations through Xanthippe's nerves, causing her to squirm and writhe helplessly.
Meanwhile, on the other foot, another crew member mirrored the torment with equal intensity. The hairbrush danced over the smooth skin of Xanthippe's right foot, eliciting more uncontrollable laughter.
"HAHAHAHA! OH GOD, HAHA! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!" Xanthippe squealed, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensation. "PLEASE, I CAN'T... HAHAHA... TAKE ANY MORE!"
The crew members exchanged amused glances as they continued their ticklish assault. They moved the hairbrushes methodically over every inch of Xanthippe's sensitive soles, knowing exactly where to press for maximum ticklish reaction.
"HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! HAHA, THIS IS TORTURE!" Xanthippe gasped between fits of breathless giggles. "PLEASE, HAHA, STOP IT!"
But the crew members were relentless, their fingers gripping the hairbrushes firmly as they intensified their tickling efforts. They synchronized their movements, ensuring that Xanthippe received no respite from the ticklish onslaught.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! HAHA, I CAN'T... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!" Xanthippe's laughter reached a fever pitch, her entire body convulsing with ticklish torment. "PLEEEEASE! HAHAHA, STOP!"
The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow for Xanthippe as the crew continued their merciless tickling. Each stroke of the hairbrushes reignited waves of ticklish laughter, pushing her to the brink of sensory overload.
Nearby, Kimmy, Cyndee, Gretchen, and Josie were each enduring their own ticklish torment. The hairbrushes moved in unison across their feet, each stroke a symphony of ticklish agony. Kimmy's laughter rang out the loudest, her crazily ticklish soles making her thrash and scream.
"HAHAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! STOP IT!" Kimmy shrieked, her laughter echoing off the walls. "NOT THERE! HAHAHAHA!"
Gretchen, with the toeflosher and backscratcher still fresh in her mind, found herself overwhelmed by the hairbrushes on her arches and heels. "HAHAHAHA! NOOO! STOP! PLEASE!" she begged, her voice cracking with each word. "IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!"
Cyndee and Josie were similarly lost in their ticklish hell, each desperately trying to cope with the relentless bristles scraping over their toes, balls, and tops of their feet. Their laughter mingled with pleas for mercy, creating a cacophony of ticklish despair.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the crew members withdrew the hairbrushes. Xanthippe lay panting and trembling in the stocks, her entire being buzzing with the aftermath of intense tickling. Her feet tingled with residual ticklish sensations, and her cheeks were stained with tears of laughter.
Veronica approached with a satisfied smirk, watching Xanthippe and the others with amusement. "Well done, ladies," she said cheerfully. "That's a wrap!"
With that declaration, the crew began to untie the girls from the stocks, releasing them from their ticklish prison. Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, Gretchen, and Josie stumbled to their feet, their bodies still buzzing with residual ticklishness.
As the final echoes of laughter died down, Veronica signaled for the crew to release the girls from the stocks. Each one, still gasping and trembling, was gently untied and helped to their feet. Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, Gretchen, and Josie stood there, their feet tingling with the residual sensations of their intense tickling ordeal. They exchanged weary but relieved glances, grateful that the torment was finally over.
Veronica, ever the professional, approached each girl individually with a microphone. "Alright, ladies, before we wrap up completely, we just need to get a few final thoughts from each of you. Are you all okay with a quick interview?" Her tone was pleasant, but the implicit threat of another round of tickling lingered in the air.
The girls nodded vigorously, not daring to risk another bout of ticklish torture. They were guided to a quiet corner of the studio where the interviews would take place.
Xanthippe sat down in the interview chair, still catching her breath from the intense tickling. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked visibly shaken.
Veronica smiled at her, trying to appear empathetic. "So, Xanthippe, how are you feeling after that experience?"
"That was insane," Xanthippe said, her voice still quivering. "I've never been tickled like that in my life."
"Did you expect it to be that intense?" Veronica asked.
"No, not at all. I thought it was just going to be some simple foot video," Xanthippe admitted, a hint of anger in her eyes. "I didn't sign up for this kind of torture."
Veronica nodded sympathetically. "Would you ever consider doing something like this again?"
Xanthippe shook her head vehemently. "Absolutely not. This was a nightmare."
Kimmy was next to sit in the interview chair. Despite the ordeal, she tried to maintain her cheerful demeanor, though it was clear she was still recovering.
"Kimmy, you were such a good sport through all of this," Veronica began. "How did it feel being tickled so intensely?"
"It was...really crazy," Kimmy said with a nervous giggle. "I'm super ticklish, so it was tough."
Veronica leaned in, intrigued. "Do you think you'll ever look at tickling the same way again?"
Kimmy laughed, albeit shakily. "Probably not. I think I'll avoid tickle fights for a while."
"Would you do another shoot like this if you were asked?" Veronica inquired.
Kimmy hesitated before answering. "Maybe...if I knew what I was getting into. But I think I need a break first."
Gretchen, looking more composed than the others, took her seat. She seemed reflective as she answered Veronica's questions.
"Gretchen, you handled that pretty well. What was going through your mind during the tickling?" Veronica asked.
"I was just trying to hold it together," Gretchen said, her voice steady. "I didn't want to completely lose it, but it was really tough."
"Where would you say is your most ticklish spot?" Veronica asked with a curious smile.
"My arches," Gretchen admitted, shuddering at the memory. "When they got to my arches, I couldn't handle it."
"Would you ever participate in something like this again?" Veronica asked.
Gretchen thought for a moment before replying. "Maybe. But I'd want to know exactly what I was signing up for next time."
Cyndee, still flushed from the experience, took her place in the interview chair. She seemed slightly dazed but managed a smile.
"Cyndee, you were really expressive during the tickling," Veronica noted. "How did you feel about the whole experience?"
"It was...overwhelming," Cyndee said, her voice a mix of exhaustion and relief. "I didn't know I could laugh that much."
"What part of the tickling was the worst for you?" Veronica asked.
"My toes," Cyndee responded immediately. "When they focused on my toes, I completely lost it."
"Do you think you'd ever do another tickling video?" Veronica inquired.
Cyndee laughed softly. "I think I need some time to recover first. But maybe...one day."
Josie was the last to sit down for her interview. She looked determined, her eyes still glinting with mischief.
"Josie, you seemed to take everything in stride. How was it for you?" Veronica asked.
"It was intense," Josie said, her voice firm. "But I think I handled it pretty well."
"Where do you think you're most ticklish?" Veronica asked.
"Definitely my soles," Josie replied without hesitation. "When they used the hairbrushes there, it was over."
"Would you be up for another video like this?" Veronica asked with a sly smile.
Josie grinned. "I think I could handle it. But I'd want to make sure I have some revenge planned."
As the interviews wrapped up, Veronica handed each girl an envelope with their payment. They all seemed eager to leave, though there was a sense of camaraderie among them after enduring the ordeal together.
Kimmy looked around at her friends and managed a smile. "We survived," she said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, barely," Xanthippe muttered, still looking displeased.
As they walked out of the studio, Josie held back Xanthippe. "Wait up, Xanthippe," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice.
Xanthippe turned, frowning. "What now?"
Josie held up a contract. "I just signed a little something extra. A revenge clip. And guess who's the star?"
Xanthippe's face drained of color. "You wouldn't dare."
Before Xanthippe could react, she fainted from exaustion.
When she awoke, she found herself in a dimly lit room, strapped to a padded table. She was in a straightjacket, her arms bound tightly to her sides, and her feet were bare and vulnerable at the end of the table. Panic surged through her as she looked around frantically.
Standing in front of her was Josie, her expression a mixture of anger and satisfaction. "Payback's a bitch, Xanthippe," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.
"NO, JOSIE, PLEASE! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!" Xanthippe pleaded, struggling against her restraints. "I'M SORRY! REALLY, I AM!"
Josie simply shook her head, unfazed. "Too late for that, Xanthippe. You had your fun, now it's my turn." She reached down and wiggled her fingers menacingly above Xanthippe's bare feet.
Xanthippe's eyes widened in terror. "NO, JOSIE! PLEASE! NOT MY FEET! I'M TOO TICKLISH! HAHAHA, NOOO!"
Josie didn't hesitate. She began to tickle Xanthippe's left foot, her fingers dancing over the sensitive arch and wiggling between her toes. The reaction was immediate and intense.
"HAHAHAHA! NOOO! STOP! PLEASE, JOSIE! HAHAHAHA!" Xanthippe screamed, her laughter turning desperate. "IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! PLEEEASE! HAHAHAHA!"
But Josie was relentless, her fingers moving with precision and speed. She switched to Xanthippe's right foot, her nails skittering over the soft skin of her sole and causing Xanthippe to buck and squirm as much as her restraints would allow.
"HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! HAHA, STOP IT!" Xanthippe's pleas were mixed with uncontrollable laughter. "NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHA!"
Josie only smiled wider, her fingers never ceasing their torment. She focused on Xanthippe's toes, gently but firmly pulling them back to tickle the delicate undersides and the sensitive spots in between.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA!" Xanthippe begged, her voice cracking from the intensity of her laughter. "PLEEEEASE! STOOOOP! HAHAHAHA!"
Josie leaned in closer, her voice low and satisfied. "This is what you get, Xanthippe. This is what you deserve."
As Xanthippe's laughter filled the room, the scene faded to black, leaving the audience with the image of Josie's relentless tickling and Xanthippe's helpless, hysterical laughter. The tables had truly turned, and Xanthippe was left to endure the ticklish payback she had so unwittingly set in motion.
Miles from there, Kimmy hurried to Jacqueline White’s home, her mind racing with the need to explain the terrible ordeal she had just experienced. She hoped that Jacqueline, Xanthippe’s stepmother, would understand and offer some comfort. After all, it had been a terrible misunderstanding.
Jacqueline welcomed Kimmy in, her demeanor warm yet curious. They settled into the living room, and Kimmy began recounting the entire ordeal—the unexpected tickling, the helplessness, the laughter, and the realization that it was a fetish video.
Jacqueline’s expression darkened as she listened. "You let this happen to my stepdaughter?" she asked, her voice rising. "Even if you didn't know it was going to be a tickle video, you knew it was a fetish shoot!"
Kimmy was taken aback, confusion written all over her face. "What do you mean by 'fetish'?" she asked hesitantly.
Jacqueline sighed, shaking her head. "A fetish is a sexual fixation on a particular object, body part, or activity. In this case, it’s the act of tickling. People derive pleasure from watching it or participating in it."
Kimmy’s eyes widened in shock. "I had no idea... I thought it was just a silly video."
Jacqueline handed Kimmy a glass of water, watching as she took a few sips. "You were incredibly naive, Kimmy," she said softly. "If you had asked me, I would have told you what really happens in those videos."
Kimmy’s vision began to blur, and she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. "Jacqueline, I feel strange..." she mumbled before everything went black.
When Kimmy woke up, she found herself in a smaller set of stocks, her arms tied securely to her sides. Panic set in as she struggled against her restraints, only to find them unyielding.
Jacqueline stood before her, a stern expression on her face. "I put a sleeping pill in your drink," she explained calmly. "You need to understand the consequences of what you’ve done. You put Xanthippe in a situation she never should have been in."
"Please, Jacqueline," Kimmy begged, "I didn’t know! I’m sorry!"
Jacqueline shook her head. "Sorry isn’t enough. You need to truly understand what you put her through." She picked up a remote and turned on a screen. A video began to play, showing Jacqueline herself spread out on a rack, helpless as four women tickled her mercilessly.
Jacqueline’s laughter erupted almost immediately as the women around her began their ticklish assault. Her armpits were the first target. One of the women, a smirk playing on her lips, leaned in close, her fingers poised just above Jacqueline’s exposed skin.
"Are you a ticklish little girl?" she teased, her fingers lightly grazing Jacqueline’s underarms.
Jacqueline’s response was instant. "HAHAHA! YES! PLEASE, NO! HAHAHAHA!" Her body jerked violently, but the restraints held her firmly in place.
The woman’s fingers danced in Jacqueline’s armpits, the light, fluttering touches driving her into a frenzy. "Tickle, tickle, tickle," she cooed, enjoying every moment of Jacqueline’s torment.
"HAHAHAHA! STOP! STOP! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHA!" Jacqueline’s pleas were desperate, her laughter uncontrollable.
Another woman, stationed at Jacqueline’s feet, took hold of her toes. She began to wiggle them playfully, her voice mocking. "This little piggy went to market," she sang, her fingers wriggling each toe in turn. "And this little piggy stayed home."
Jacqueline’s laughter turned into a high-pitched squeal. "NOOO! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T STAND IT! HAHAHAHA!"
The woman continued her teasing, moving to the next toe. "This little piggy had roast beef," she continued, her voice sickly sweet. "And this little piggy had none."
By now, Jacqueline was thrashing as much as her bonds would allow. "PLEASE! NO MORE! HAHAHAHA! I’M BEGGING YOU! HAHAHAHA!"
The third woman, positioned at Jacqueline’s other foot, switched on an electric toothbrush. The buzzing sound filled the room, and Jacqueline’s eyes widened in horror. "NO! NO! NOT THAT! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!"
The woman ignored her, placing the toothbrush against the arch of Jacqueline’s foot. The bristles spun rapidly, sending waves of ticklish agony through her body. "This little piggy went wee, wee, wee, all the way home," the first woman finished, her fingers still tormenting Jacqueline’s toes.
Jacqueline’s laughter reached a fever pitch. "HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY! HAHAHAHA!" Tears streamed down her face, her entire body quaking with the intensity of the sensations.
The woman with the toothbrush moved it slowly, methodically, from the arch to the ball of Jacqueline’s foot, and then to her toes. Each spot elicited a new burst of hysterical laughter. "Ticklish here too, aren’t we?" she taunted, pressing the bristles between Jacqueline’s toes.
"HAHAHAHA! YES! YES! STOP! HAHAHAHA!" Jacqueline’s voice was hoarse from the continuous laughter. "I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST STOP TICKLING ME! HAHAHAHA!"
Meanwhile, the woman at her armpits had moved to her sides, her fingers poking and prodding mercilessly. "You’re such a ticklish little girl," she mocked, her voice dripping with amusement. "How does it feel to be so helpless?"
"IT’S TORTURE! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE, NO MORE! HAHAHAHA!" Jacqueline’s voice cracked with desperation. "I CAN’T BREATHE! HAHAHAHA!"
As the video played on, Kimmy watched in horrified fascination. She saw Jacqueline’s struggle, her desperate attempts to escape, and the utter helplessness in her eyes. It was a mirror of her own experience, and it filled her with dread.
Jacqueline’s torment went on for what seemed like an eternity. Her laughter was interspersed with gasps and cries, her body glistening with sweat from the exertion. Finally, the video ended, leaving Jacqueline a quivering, exhausted mess, still bound and at the mercy of her captors.
Jacqueline turned off the video and looked down at Kimmy. "I know exactly how much it tickles," she said, her voice cold. "And now, you’re going to learn too. You will never bring Xanthippe to another shoot again."
With that, she removed Kimmy’s socks and sneakers, exposing her bare feet. She tied Kimmy’s toes back, rendering her feet completely immobile. Then, she slipped on a pair of mittens with vibrating brushes on the palms.
"Jacqueline, please! Don’t do this!" Kimmy begged, her eyes wide with fear. But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Jacqueline turned on the mittens, and the vibrating brushes began to tickle Kimmy’s feet relentlessly. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming.
"HAHAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! STOOOP! HAHAHAHAHA!" Kimmy screamed, her body thrashing in her bonds. "I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! STOP IT! HAHAHAHA!"
Jacqueline watched impassively, ensuring Kimmy experienced every agonizing second of the tickling torment. "Now you know," she said quietly, her eyes never leaving Kimmy’s. "And you will never forget."
The room filled with Kimmy’s hysterical laughter and desperate cries for mercy.
The vibrating brushes were relentless, targeting Kimmy’s most sensitive spots. The bristles danced over her arches, teasing the delicate skin there before moving to the balls of her feet. Kimmy’s toes curled and flexed involuntarily, but there was no escape from the maddening sensation.
"HAHAHAHA! PLEASE! NO MORE! HAHAHA! I CAN’T BREATHE! HAHAHAHA!" Kimmy’s pleas for mercy were interspersed with gasps and screams of laughter. Her entire body shook with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
The brushes shifted, focusing on her toes now. They wiggled between each toe, the bristles probing the tender skin and driving Kimmy into further hysterics. "HAHAHAHA! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHAHA!" Kimmy’s voice was hoarse from the continuous laughter, her desperation palpable.
The brushes didn’t let up, moving with relentless precision. They glided over Kimmy’s heels, sending ticklish shivers up her legs. They danced across the tops of her feet, teasing the sensitive skin there. Every touch was a new wave of torture, a reminder of the lesson Jacqueline intended to teach.
Kimmy’s laughter reached a fever pitch, her body convulsing with the force of her reactions. "HAHAHAHA! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! HAHAHAHA! JUST MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHA!" Her cries were desperate, her voice cracking under the strain.
The room filled with Kimmy’s hysterical laughter and desperate cries for mercy. The brushes continued their relentless assault, moving back to her arches and then to the delicate skin just below her toes. Each touch sent new waves of ticklish agony through her, her mind reeling from the intensity of the sensations.
"HAHAHAHA! I’M SORRY! HAHAHAHA! I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! HAHAHAHA!" She begged. It would be a long day.
That same night, Xanthippes other roommates, Grace and Paige, where laughing their heads off. Josie and Xanthippe stood over Grace and Paige, who were both laughing uncontrollably in a hogtied state, they couldn't resist smirking at their predicament.
Grace's slender, bare feet echoed with laughter, "HAHAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! NOT MY TOES!"
Paige's broader feet, painted in vibrant colors, joined in, "HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! STOP IT!"
They had arrived latter that day to find them passed out on the couch, the house a mess. Having learned the efectiveness of tickling, they decided to teach them a lesson.
Grace pleaded through giggles, "HAHAHA! NO! NOT THERE!"
Paige managed to gasp out between laughs, "HAHAHAHA! PLEEEEASE! STOOOOP!"
Josie and Xanthippe continued their tickling assault, fingers dancing over their friends' ticklish feet. They couldn't contain their own laughter as they enjoyed the playful retaliation.
Between their laughter, Grace managed to say, "Okay, okay, we get it! We'll do the chores tomorrow!"
Paige added, her voice strained from laughing, "Yeah, just untie us already!"
"No i dont think they have learned their lesson just yet" Josie mused, starting to saw a feather between Graces toes.
Grace's giggles turned into pleading gasps, "HAHAHA! Please! Not my toes! HAHAHA!"
Xanthippe took note of this and started to suck on Paiges big toe.
Paige, her laughter interspersed with breathless protests, managed to squeal out, "HAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOO"
As Josie and Xanthippe continued their playful assault on Grace and Paige's ticklish feet, the laughter in the room reached a crescendo.
Next to her, Kimmy Schmidt bounced slightly on her feet, her perpetual enthusiasm radiating from her bright smile. She wore a floral sundress, the vibrant colors matching her cheerful personality. Her red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, a pink scrunchie adding a playful touch. On her feet were a pair of yellow sandals, her toenails painted a cheery pink that mirrored her upbeat demeanor. Kimmy glanced at Xanthippe, her wide blue eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.
"Are you sure this is the right place, Xan?" Kimmy asked, peering at the building. It looked far from the glitzy studios she had imagined.
Xanthippe sighed, a hint of frustration in her eyes. "Yes, Kimmy, this is the address they gave me." She glanced down at the paper, as if hoping the inked letters might magically change.
A flashback took Xanthippe back to the previous week. She was sitting in her room, scrolling through her phone. The realization that her trust fund wouldn’t last forever had hit her hard. Desperation gnawed at her, urging her to find a quick way to make money. Her eyes landed on a small, crumpled piece of paper poking out from under a stack of old magazines. It was a contact number she had pilfered from her mother Jacqueline’s desk. She knew that Xanthippe's father had once commissioned videos featuring her feet – a lucrative but secret venture.
“Why not?” Xanthippe had thought, dialing the number. When the representative from the video company mentioned that a video with multiple actresses would pay significantly more, Xanthippe saw an opportunity. Convincing Kimmy had been surprisingly easy, given her friend’s naive outlook on most things.
“This sounds like fun!” Kimmy had exclaimed. “And we can make some money to help others too!” She had been quick to get in touch with her fellow “mole women” from the bunker – Cyndee and Gretchen. They had all agreed to meet at the address provided by the company.
The flashback faded as Xanthippe refocused on the present. Kimmy’s enthusiasm was starting to wear on her nerves, especially given the questionable nature of their current endeavor.
“Where are Cyndee and Gretchen?” Xanthippe muttered, scanning the area. The busy New York street buzzed with activity, but there was no sign of the other two women.
Kimmy looked around, her optimism unwavering. “I’m sure they’ll be here soon. They probably just got a bit lost. It’s a big city, after all!”
As they waited, Xanthippe’s mind wandered back to her predicament. She had always known her family wasn’t exactly normal, but resorting to making fetish videos to sustain herself was a new low. Her polished exterior hid the anxiety bubbling inside her. The company had promised a decent payment, and while the idea of being filmed for such a video made her skin crawl, the money was a necessity.
Kimmy, on the other hand, saw it as a grand adventure. Her years in the bunker had left her with an unshakeable sense of optimism and a belief in the goodness of people. She truly believed this was just a fun way to earn some cash. She didnt really know what a "foot fetish" was, but it didnt bother her much.
The differences between the two were stark. Xanthippe, with her sharp features and designer clothes, looked every bit the privileged socialite. Kimmy, with her bright dress and cheerful demeanor, looked like she had stepped out of a storybook. Minutes ticked by, and Xanthippe’s patience was wearing thin. She checked her phone for any messages from Cyndee or Gretchen but found none. She tapped her foot impatiently, her sandals making a soft clicking sound on the pavement.
Kimmy tried to lighten the mood. “Maybe they stopped for a hot dog or something! You know, Cyndee loves street food.....”
Xanthippe rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. Kimmy’s relentless positivity was infectious, even if it was misguided at times. Still, she barely new Kimmys friends, so she didnt trust them much. Good thing she had her roommate Josie in reserve in case they bailed on them. If they didnt get here in 5 minutes, she would send her a message to come by.
After waiting for several minutes without a sign of Cyndee and Gretchen, Xanthippe and Kimmy decided to head inside. To their surprise, the building's interior was bright and comfortable, a stark contrast to the grimy, dim basement Xanthippe had envisioned. Plush chairs lined the walls, and soft music played in the background, creating a surprisingly welcoming atmosphere.
They approached the reception desk where a cheerful woman with short, curly hair and a warm smile greeted them. “Hello! Welcome! Can I have your names, please?”
Xanthippe stepped forward, still clutching the paper with the address. “I’m Xanthippe Voorhees, and this is Kimmy Schmidt. We have an appointment.”
The receptionist’s smile widened. “Oh, wonderful! You’re here for your session with the Laughter & Lace studio. I’ll just check you in.” She typed their information into the computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “Ah, yes, here you are. Please follow the hallway to the right. The studios are down that way.”
As they walked down the hallway, Kimmy looked around, her eyes wide with curiosity. “This place is nice! I was expecting something a bit...scarier,” she admitted with a giggle.
Xanthippe shrugged, trying to mask her own surprise. “Me too. But it’s better this way, right?” She texted Josie a thumbs up as they went, signaling her to come join them. "Be there in 10" her roommate replied. She really didnt get along so well with her roommates, but out of the three she had (Josie, Grace and Paige) she was the most tolerable.
They soon reached a door marked “Studio 1,” where they were greeted by a woman with dark hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She wore a tailored suit that gave her an air of professionalism. “Hello, I’m Veronica,” she introduced herself with a firm handshake. “We spoke on the phone.”
“Yes, I’m Xanthippe. And this is Kimmy,” Xanthippe replied, trying to gauge the woman. Veronica’s expression was unreadable, but something about her demeanor made Xanthippe uneasy.
Kimmy, oblivious to any tension, bounced on her toes and smiled brightly. “Hi, Veronica! This is going to be so much fun. I can’t believe we’re getting paid just to show our feet!” She wiggled her toes playfully, her pink toenail polish gleaming under the studio lights.
Veronica raised an eyebrow at Kimmy’s enthusiasm but kept her professional demeanor. “It’s certainly an interesting way to earn money,” she agreed, a hint of amusement in her voice. She turned to Xanthippe. “I understand you’re missing two of your party?”
Xanthippe nodded. “Yes, Cyndee and Gretchen. They were supposed to meet us here, but we haven’t seen them.”
Veronica’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “No need to worry. We’ve sorted it out. They’ll join us shortly. For now, let’s get you both settled.”
Xanthippe’s curiosity was piqued, but Kimmy’s unwavering optimism made it hard to dwell on any unease. “Oh, that’s great!” Kimmy said cheerfully. “See, Xan? Everything’s working out perfectly!”
Veronica led them further into the studio, passing several doors until they reached one labeled “Filming Room.” She opened the door, revealing a spacious area with a few chairs, cameras set up on tripods, and a large, cushioned platform in the center. Bright lights hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room with a soft, even glow.
“Here we are,” Veronica announced. “This is where we’ll be filming today. Please, make yourselves comfortable while we get everything ready. You can pick out a new outfit and a new pair of sandals in the Changing Room, so that yours dont get damaged"
Xanthippe and Kimmy exchanged glances before moving to the chairs. Xanthippe couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but Kimmy’s excitement was infectious. Kimmy sat down, immediately slipping off her sandals and wiggling her toes again. “This is going to be so easy!” she said with a laugh. “I wonder what kind of videos they’ll make.”
Veronica watched them, her expression thoughtful. “We have a variety of themes,” she said vaguely. “But don’t worry. Just follow our instructions, and everything will be fine.”
Xanthippe nodded, trying to suppress her doubts. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Let’s get started then.”
As Veronica left the room to prepare, Xanthippe couldn’t help but wonder about Cyndee and Gretchen. Where were they? And why was Veronica so confident they’d be here soon? Should she call Josie off? She glanced at Kimmy, who was still happily playing with her toes, and decided to brush off her concerns. For now, they were here, and the quicker they got through this, the quicker they could get paid.
After a little while Veronica returned with a smile and motioned for Xanthippe and Kimmy to follow her. They walked down another hallway until they reached a door marked “Changing Room.” Inside, the room was spacious and well-lit, with a variety of clothing options neatly arranged on racks.
“We have some outfits for you to change into,” Veronica explained. “Feel free to choose whatever you’re most comfortable with.”
Xanthippe immediately gravitated toward the skimpier options, finally selecting a black bikini that left little to the imagination. She eyed herself in the mirror, adjusting the straps to ensure everything was in place. Her confidence grew as she admired her reflection, knowing the outfit highlighted her best features. To complete the look, she chose a pair of high-heeled sandals with intricate straps that wrapped around her ankles, adding a touch of sensual extravagance.
Kimmy, on the other hand, chose a more modest, tastefully designed bikini in a soft pastel color that suited her cheerful personality. She opted for simple yet cute sandals, adorned with little flowers that made her smile. She twirled in front of the mirror, satisfied with her selection.
As they prepared to leave the changing room, Kimmy noticed a familiar pair of sandals tucked away on one of the shelves. “Hey, these look just like the ones Cyndee owns!” she exclaimed, pointing at the sandals. “I have to tell her she has great taste. Even movie actresses wear them, apparently!”
Xanthippe, still adjusting her bikini, gave the sandals a quick glance but didn’t think much of it. “Yeah, sure, Kimmy,” she replied absently.
Veronica reappeared at the door, ushering them back to the main room. As they walked, Xanthippe swore she could hear faint laughter echoing from somewhere in the building. She paused for a moment, listening intently, but then shrugged it off. In a studio like this, it made sense that they might be filming a comedy or something similar nearby.
Kimmy, oblivious to Xanthippe’s moment of concern, skipped happily down the hallway. “This is going to be so much fun! I can’t wait to get started.”
Veronica led them back to the filming room, where the bright lights and cameras were now positioned and ready. “Please, have a seat on the platform,” she instructed, her voice calm and professional.
Xanthippe and Kimmy complied, sitting down on the cushioned platform. The warmth of the lights made the room feel almost cozy, despite the underlying tension Xanthippe felt.
Kimmy looked around with wide-eyed curiosity. “This place is so cool! I never imagined movie studios would be like this.”
Veronica smiled as she adjusted one of the cameras. “It’s definitely a unique experience,” she agreed. “Now, we’ll just need you to relax and follow our directions. We’ll start filming shortly.”
As Veronica busied herself with final preparations, Xanthippe glanced around the room again. The laughter she had heard earlier seemed to have faded, replaced by the soft hum of the equipment. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off her unease. This was just a job, after all, and they were here to make money. The sooner they got through this, the better.
Kimmy, as always, remained cheerful and excited. “I wonder if we’ll get to see the video when it’s done. Do you think they’ll give us a copy, Xan?”
Xanthippe managed a small smile. “Maybe, Kimmy. But let’s just focus on getting this done first.”
With everything in place, Veronica stepped back and nodded to the camera operator. “We’re ready to begin,” she announced. “Just relax and have fun."
The moment Veronica signaled the start of filming, Xanthippe and Kimmy found themselves seated on the cushioned platform, bathed in the warm glow of studio lights. Veronica positioned herself nearby, a clipboard in hand, ready to conduct the interview segment before filming commenced.
“Alright, ladies,” Veronica began with a smile. “Let’s start with a few questions about your feet, since that’s the focus of today’s shoot.”
Xanthippe leaned back slightly, adopting a poised demeanor as she anticipated the questions. She knew the importance of playing up her appeal to the fetish audience. “Of course,” she purred, a hint of seduction in her voice.
Veronica turned her attention to Xanthippe first. “Tell me, Xanthippe, what’s your shoe size?”
Xanthippe tilted her head slightly, a suggestive smile playing on her lips. “I wear a size 7,” she answered smoothly, her tone carrying a sultry undertone.
“And your favorite nail polish color?” Veronica continued.
“Deep red,” Xanthippe replied, crossing her legs elegantly to showcase her perfectly manicured toes. “It’s a classic.”
Veronica nodded, jotting down notes. “How often do you get pedicures?”
Xanthippe’s smile widened. “Regularly,” she answered, her voice dropping slightly lower. “I believe in keeping everything... immaculate.”
Veronica glanced at Xanthippe curiously, sensing there was more beneath her confident facade. She then turned to Kimmy, who sat beside her, looking bright-eyed and eager.
“And Kimmy, what about you?” Veronica asked with a warm smile. “What’s your shoe size?”
Kimmy’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “I wear a size 6!” she chirped. “And look at my sandals!” She lifted one foot and wiggled her toes in front of the camera, her joy evident.
Veronica chuckled softly. “Very cute! And your favorite nail polish?”
“Pink!” Kimmy exclaimed. “It’s so cheerful!”
Veronica nodded, charmed by Kimmy’s simplicity. “And how often do you get pedicures?”
Kimmy’s expression turned sheepish. “Not often,” she admitted. “I’m actually extremely ticklish, so it’s hard for me to sit still!”
Veronica laughed lightly. “Ticklish, huh? That’s interesting. Where are you ticklish, Kimmy?”
Kimmy’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh, everywhere!” she exclaimed with a laugh. “But especially on my feet.” She pointed to her sandal-clad foot, demonstrating by lightly brushing her fingers across her own toes, causing her to squirm and giggle.
Veronica’s smile widened. “Tickle fights must have been quite the event in the bunker, huh?”
Kimmy nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes! Cyndee had this super ticklish spot on her pinky toe,” she said, pointing to her own foot to show Veronica. “And Gretchen couldn’t handle tickling on her arches at all!” She demonstrated again, mimicking Gretchen’s reaction.
Veronica listened attentively, her curiosity piqued. “That’s fascinating,” she said thoughtfully. “You know, someone else here is having a great laugh right now.”
As if on cue, one of the crew members left the room adjacent to the studio, and the sound of roaring laughter filled the air briefly before the door closed again.
Kimmy chuckled. “Sounds like they’re having a blast in there!”
Xanthippe raised an eyebrow, her attention briefly drawn to the noise. “Must be filming a comedy or something,” she remarked casually, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Veronica observed them both with a mixture of amusement and something else—an almost imperceptible hint of pity. She exchanged a meaningful glance with the crew member who had just returned, silently conveying her instructions.
“Alright, ladies,” Veronica said cheerfully, standing up. “Let’s bring in the chairs.”
At her signal, two crew members entered with padded chairs and placed them facing Xanthippe and Kimmy on the platform. The implication of the chairs and Veronica’s expression sparked a flicker of apprehension in Xanthippe, but before she could voice any concern, Veronica spoke again.
“We’re going to start with some fun questions to get you both comfortable in front of the camera,” Veronica explained, her tone upbeat but with an underlying purpose that Xanthippe couldn’t quite decipher.
Kimmy clapped her hands together eagerly. “Sounds like fun!”
Xanthippe nodded slowly, her curiosity mixed with a growing sense of unease. What exactly did Veronica have in mind with those chairs?
As the crew finished setting up the chairs and the padded structures, Veronica continued her interview with Xanthippe and Kimmy, maintaining a casual yet focused demeanor. The atmosphere in the studio remained professional, with the soft hum of equipment and the gentle guidance of the crew in the background.
Veronica, clipboard in hand, turned to Xanthippe first. "So, Xanthippe, do you enjoy going barefoot?"
Xanthippe, still trying to maintain her allure, leaned back in her chair and smiled seductively. "Oh, absolutely," she purred. "There's something so freeing about it, don't you think? I can even peel a banana with my toes if I wanted to." She chuckled softly, her eyes meeting Veronica's with a hint of challenge.
Veronica raised an eyebrow, sensing the exaggeration in Xanthippe's statement, but chose to move on. "And have you ever had a boyfriend who particularly liked your feet?"
Xanthippe's smile widened, though there was a flicker of discomfort in her eyes that Veronica caught. "Yes," she answered smoothly. "One of them had a particular fondness for... exploring." She left the statement tantalizingly vague, hoping to maintain her mysterious allure.
Veronica noted the subtle shift in Xanthippe's demeanor but didn't press further. Instead, she turned to Kimmy, who was sitting beside her, looking curiously at the padded structures being set up.
"And Kimmy," Veronica began with a warm smile, "what about you? Do you enjoy being barefoot?"
Kimmy's face lit up with innocent enthusiasm. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "Especially when I'm watching a movie. I can grab the bowl of popcorn with my toes so I don't have to get up." She giggled, oblivious to any underlying implications.
Veronica chuckled softly, charmed by Kimmy's simple joys. "That's clever! And have you ever had a boyfriend who liked your feet?"
Kimmy's brow furrowed in confusion. "Hmm, I don't think so," she said thoughtfully. "I mean, why would anyone like feet that way? They're just feet!" She glanced down at her own sandals, seemingly puzzled by the idea.
Veronica smiled at Kimmy's innocence, then turned her attention back to the crew as they brought in the final pieces of equipment. Xanthippe watched with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as the padded structures were revealed.
The structures consisted of two padded boards with holes, resembling a sophisticated version of medieval stocks. Attached were kinky-looking cuffs that fastened to the floor, and what appeared to be a seatbelt-like strap for the waist.
Xanthippe's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the equipment for what it was – bondage furniture, designed to restrain and expose. Despite her initial nerves, she reasoned that in a studio catering to foot fetish and bondage, such equipment would naturally be used. She swallowed her unease and tried to appear composed.
Meanwhile, Kimmy's eyes widened in recognition. "Oh, these are stocks!" she exclaimed, surprising Veronica with her knowledge. "I've seen these at the medieval fair before I was taken to the bunker. But these look much comfier and prettier than the old wooden ones!"
Veronica blinked in surprise at Kimmy's insight, having assumed her to be more naive than she apparently was. "Yes, these are indeed stocks," Veronica confirmed with a slight chuckle. "And you're right, they are designed to be more comfortable and... aesthetically pleasing."
She motioned for Xanthippe and Kimmy to approach the padded structures. "Please, have a seat," Veronica encouraged, her tone gentle yet firm.
Xanthippe hesitated, her gaze flickering between the padded boards and Veronica. The realization that they were about to be restrained in such a manner sent a ripple of nervousness through her, but she knew she couldn't back out now.
Kimmy, oblivious to any deeper implications, sat down without hesitation. She looked around with curiosity, seemingly unfazed by the situation. "These are really cool!" she remarked, smiling brightly.
Veronica nodded, her expression a mix of admiration and curiosity toward Kimmy's innocence. "They are indeed," she agreed, exchanging a glance with the crew. "Now, let's get you both comfortable."
The crew members gently fastened the cuffs around Xanthippe and Kimmy's ankles and wrists, securing them to the floor. They then adjusted the seatbelt-like strap around their waists, ensuring they were stable and safe.
Once they were secured, Veronica stepped back, her gaze sweeping over Xanthippe and Kimmy. "Perfect," she said with a nod. "Now we're ready to begin."
As Veronica signaled to the crew to prepare the cameras, Xanthippe and Kimmy exchanged uncertain glances. The reality of their situation sank in, each processing it in their own way – Xanthippe with apprehension, and Kimmy with innocent curiosity.
As the crew members carefully removed Xanthippe and Kimmy’s sandals, revealing their bare feet to the camera, two women stepped onto the platform beside them. One of them, with curly blonde hair and a mischievous grin, positioned herself next to Xanthippe, while the other, a brunette with a playful demeanor, took her place beside Kimmy.
Xanthippe, ever the seductress, began twisting her feet in a sensual display, showing off her perfectly pedicured toes. She gazed into the camera with a sultry expression, each movement calculated to appeal to the fetish audience watching.
Next to her, Kimmy giggled with innocent delight, spreading her toes apart and clapping her feet together as if they were hands. Her joy was palpable, her bright eyes focused on the crew and Veronica as if they were all playing a game together.
Veronica approached them, her demeanor still calm but with a subtle intensity beneath the surface. “How are you both feeling?” she asked, her voice gentle yet probing.
Xanthippe, still in her role, replied with a husky tone, “Completely secured. I can’t move at all, except my feet.” She demonstrated by clasping her feet together as if holding an invisible object, then slowly moving them up and down in a deliberate, teasing manner.
Veronica nodded, her gaze flickering between Xanthippe’s performance and the camera. She then turned to Kimmy. “And you, Kimmy? How do you feel?”
Kimmy giggled again, trying to rock her chair back and forth playfully. “I’m stuck!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with amusement. “I can’t move at all!” She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “It kind of reminds me of that time at the medieval fair...”
Xanthippe’s eyes widened slightly in alarm, a chill running down her spine as she realized where Kimmy’s story might be headed.
“...when they tied a woman to the stocks,” Kimmy continued innocently. “The actors took off her shoes and started tickling her feet!”
Xanthippe’s breath caught in her throat. Memories flooded back – the helpless laughter in the next room, the tickling questions, the chairs...She glanced nervously at Veronica and the crew, her heart racing.
Kimmy, oblivious to the tension she had unwittingly stirred, giggled again. “I remember grabbing an electric toothbrush and tickling her toes!” She mimicked the action with her fingers, laughing at the memory. “It was so funny!”
The color drained from Xanthippe’s face as she realized the implications of Kimmy’s story. She turned to Veronica, her voice trembling slightly. “Wait... you’re not going to...”
Veronica’s expression shifted imperceptibly, a hint of predatory amusement gleaming in her eyes. The other women on the platform exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening slightly.
Veronica stepped closer, her gaze locked with Xanthippe’s. “Oh, Xanthippe,” she said softly, almost sympathetically. “You and Kimmy are about to make a very special kind of video. A tickling video.”
Xanthippe’s eyes widened in horror. “No,” she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, you can’t...”
But Veronica’s smile was knowing, relentless. “Oh, but we can,” she replied calmly. “And we will.”
Kimmy’s cheerful demeanor faltered as she sensed the tension in the air. “Wait, what do you mean?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
Veronica turned to Kimmy, her expression softer now. “Kimmy, sweetheart,” she began gently, “we’re going to film a video where your feet get tickled. Just like you remembered from the fair.”
Kimmy blinked, trying to process Veronica’s words. “Tickled?” she repeated, uncertainty creeping into her voice. She looked to Xanthippe for reassurance, but Xanthippe could only stare back at her with wide eyes, unable to offer any comfort.
Veronica nodded, her tone soothing yet firm. “It’ll be fun,” she assured Kimmy. “Just a little tickling. You’ll laugh, we’ll film it, and then it’ll be done.”
Kimmy’s confusion deepened, her gaze darting between Veronica and Xanthippe. “But... I thought we were just filming our feet...” Her voice trailed off, realization slowly dawning on her innocent face.
Xanthippe’s mind raced, panic setting in. “Kimmy, we have to get out of here,” she urged urgently, struggling against her restraints to no avail. “This isn’t what we signed up for!”
Veronica’s expression hardened slightly as she turned back to Xanthippe. “I’m afraid it is, Xanthippe,” she said firmly. “You both agreed to participate in a shoot for a fetish studio. Tickling is a part of that.”
Xanthippe’s heart sank, her mind racing for a way out of this nightmare scenario. She looked at Kimmy, her eyes pleading for understanding.
Kimmy’s confusion turned to concern as she finally grasped the situation. “Xanthippe... what do we do?” she asked quietly, her voice trembling with fear.
But before Xanthippe could respond, Veronica nodded to the crew, and the other women moved closer, their hands reaching out toward Xanthippe and Kimmy’s vulnerable, exposed feet.
As the realization dawned on Kimmy and Xanthippe, their hearts raced with fear and anxiety. The two women who had stepped forward to initiate the tickling were now hovering over them, implements of tickle torture in hand.
One of them, with mischievous eyes, wielded a feather with delicate precision. She approached Kimmy’s right foot first, the feather’s soft bristles tracing a tantalizing path across her sole. Kimmy’s toes curled instinctively, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she squirmed in her restraints.
The feather danced lightly over the arch of her foot, eliciting tiny squeals of laughter from Kimmy. It moved teasingly between her toes, causing her to wiggle them uncontrollably. Kimmy’s laughter bubbled up, a mix of amusement and genuine ticklish discomfort.
Beside her, the other woman took hold of Kimmy’s left foot, her fingers dancing over the sensitive skin. She tickled the ball of her foot, then traced a path along the instep, causing Kimmy to gasp and laugh even harder. Her fingers explored every crevice, finding the most ticklish spots effortlessly.
“Stop! Haha, stop!” Kimmy managed to gasp between giggles, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and the ticklish sensations. “I’m ticklish!”
The woman with the feather grinned mischievously, continuing her delicate assault on Kimmy’s right foot. “Oh, we know,” she teased playfully. “That’s why you’re here!”
Kimmy’s laughter turned into desperate pleas. “Please, I can’t take it!” she begged, her voice a mixture of hysteria and genuine distress. “I only like it a little bit! P-p-please!”
Meanwhile, Xanthippe was enduring a similar ordeal just a few feet away. The two women assigned to her were not holding back, their fingers digging into her sensitive soles with relentless determination. Xanthippe’s initial anger and defiance had melted away into sheer panic as she realized the extent of her predicament.
She glared at them with a mixture of terror and fury, her body thrashing in the chair in a futile attempt to escape their ticklish assault. Each touch sent jolts of laughter through her, her pride and composure crumbling with each second.
Veronica watched with amusement, her arms crossed as she leaned against a nearby table. “You both signed the contract,” she reminded them casually, her tone unyielding. “You agreed to participate in a tickling feet video. A full 30 minutes. Maybe next time, read the fine print.”
Kimmy’s panic escalated at Veronica’s words. “Half an hour of tickling?!” she exclaimed, her voice rising into hysteria. “No, no, no! Please, let us go! I-I-I’m too ticklish for this!”
Her laughter blended with her desperate pleas, tears of ticklish agony streaming down her cheeks as her tormentors continued their relentless assault. “P-p-please hahaha! St-stop!” she begged between gasps for air. “I beg youuuu hahahaha!”
Beside her, Xanthippe’s resistance finally crumbled completely. The women began holding her big toes and her feet were subyected a barrage of ticklish strokes, their fingers scratching and teasing with expert precision. Xanthippe’s laughter erupted into wild howls, her entire body shaking with uncontrollable mirth.
“Noooo hahaha! Waiiit! P-p-p-plehehease!” Xanthippe cried out, her voice hoarse from laughter. “Stoooohohohop! I beg youuuu hohohohaha!”
The studio filled with the sounds of laughter and pleading, the women’s ticklish torment echoing off the walls. Veronica’s smile widened slightly as she watched the scene unfold, seemingly enjoying every moment of their distress.
As the minutes stretched on, the realization sank in for Kimmy and Xanthippe – they were at the mercy of their captors, bound and helpless in a situation they never imagined they would find themselves in. Their laughter continued to fill the air, mingling with cries for mercy that fell on deaf ears.
As Kimmy and Xanthippe's laughter echoed through the studio, Veronica gestured for the crew to continue the ticklish onslaught. The women with the feather and fingers stepped back momentarily, replaced by two others armed with large hairbrushes, ready to amplify the ticklish torment.
Kimmy’s eyes widened with dread as she saw the hairbrushes. “No, not those!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic. “Please, I can’t handle it!”
The women wielding the hairbrushes grinned mischievously, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They approached Kimmy’s bare soles with deliberate slowness, relishing in the anticipation of her reaction. With swift precision, they began to stroke the bristles across the sensitive skin of her arches.
Kimmy’s laughter erupted instantly into a high-pitched giggle, her toes curling as the bristles tickled mercilessly. “HAHA, NOOOO! PLEASE, STOP!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with laughter. “IT’S TOO MUCH!”
The hairbrushes continued their relentless dance, one brushing up and down the sole of her left foot while the other teased the right. Kimmy’s legs jerked involuntarily in a futile attempt to evade the ticklish sensations, but her efforts only intensified the laughter that spilled uncontrollably from her lips.
Beside her, Xanthippe was enduring a similar ordeal. The women with the hairbrushes approached her with equal determination, ready to exploit her most ticklish spots. They swept the bristles across her soles in synchronized movements, eliciting shrieks of laughter that reverberated through the room.
“HAHA, OH GOD! PLEASE, STOP IT!” Xanthippe cried out, her voice laced with desperation. “I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE TICKLING!”
The women pressed on, their strokes methodical and unrelenting. They focused on Xanthippe’s heels, then moved to her arches and the balls of her feet, each stroke sending shockwaves of ticklish delight through her entire body. Her attempts to plead for mercy were drowned out by peals of laughter that poured forth uncontrollably.
Veronica watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as Kimmy and Xanthippe writhed in their bonds, laughter and pleas for mercy filling the studio. She leaned against the table, crossing her arms as she observed the scene with a hint of admiration for their endurance.
The minutes dragged on, each second stretching into an eternity for Kimmy and Xanthippe. Their laughter became increasingly frantic, interspersed with desperate cries for the torment to end. The crew, unperturbed by their pleas, continued to wield the hairbrushes with unwavering determination, ensuring every moment of their contracted ticklish ordeal was fulfilled.
As the tickling continued unabated, Kimmy and Xanthippe’s resolve began to falter. The laughter that had initially been a mixture of surprise and amusement now verged on hysteria, their bodies reacting involuntarily to the relentless tickling. Tears streaked down their flushed cheeks, their minds racing with the realization that they were truly at the mercy of their captors.
Veronica finally signaled for the crew to halt, satisfied that they had maximized the last five minutes of the video shoot. The women with the hairbrushes withdrew, leaving Kimmy and Xanthippe panting and gasping for breath, their bodies still tingling from the ticklish assault. Both women slumped forward in the stocks, panting heavily, their chests rising and falling with each breath. Their once-confident facades had crumbled, leaving behind pleading eyes and trembling bodies.
Xanthippe’s voice trembled as she pleaded with their captors, desperation evident in every word. “Please... please let us go,” she begged between gasps for air. “We won’t tell anyone. Just... take the money and release us.”
Kimmy, still giggling uncontrollably, added her own plea. “Cyndee and Gretchen will be here any minute,” she warned, her voice a mixture of laughter and fear. “They’ll call the police and get us out of here!”
Veronica chuckled softly, shaking her head at Kimmy’s naivety. “Oh, sweetie,” she said with mock sympathy, “they’re already here.”
At Veronica’s command, the wall to their right began to lift at the press of a button, revealing another room where laughter echoed through the air. In identical chairs to theirs, Cyndee and Gretchen were strapped down, their feet also at the mercy of ticklish tormentors.
"NOHOHO HAHAA! WAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAHA! STAPAHAHAHAHHAP I BEHEHHEAHG YOUHUHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!" Cyndee and Gretchen's voices rang out, their laughter echoing alongside Xanthippe and Kimmy's. Tears streamed down their cheeks as they writhed in their bonds, completely at the mercy of their captors.
Veronica’s explanation cut through the chaos of laughter and pleading. “They arrived before you,” she clarified, a smirk playing on her lips. “And they didn’t know about the tickling either. They were so eager for a ‘foot video’ that they even signed up for an extra 15 minutes of footage when they saw the pay rate.”
As the crew shifted the chairs, bringing all four women onto the same platform, Xanthippe and Kimmy watched in horror as Cyndee and Gretchen’s toes were bound to the stocks with soft fabric, rendering them just as immobile as they were.
Cyndee shot a glare at Kimmy, her voice strained with laughter and accusation. “You tricked us into this!” she accused, her eyes wild with disbelief.
Kimmy’s laughter turned into a panicked protest. “No, I didn’t! I didn’t know either!” she insisted, her voice cracking with emotion.
Amidst the chaos, Xanthippe’s mind raced with disbelief and anger. “This is insane!” she shouted, her voice hoarse from laughter. “Let us go, you monsters!”
But Veronica remained unmoved, her smile widening slightly. “You all signed the contract,” she reminded them calmly. “And now, it’s time for your extended tickling session.”
The room buzzed with tension and laughter as the four women – Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, and Gretchen – realized they were not alone in their predicament. Bound by their curiosity and obliviousness to the true nature of the video shoot, they now faced a shared fate of ticklish torture.
Xanthippe’s heart sank as realization washed over her like a cold wave. She had completely forgotten about Josie, her college roommate whom she had invited as a backup plan in case Cyndee and Gretchen didn’t show up. Now, Veronica confirmed that Josie had indeed arrived and was on her way to the set.
Veronica nodded knowingly, her expression unreadable as she processed the unfolding drama. “Josie is coming,” she stated matter-of-factly, her voice tinged with amusement. “And she’s about to join the fun.”
The scene shifted to the changing room where Josie stood, pondering over which bikini and sandals to choose. Spotting Xanthippe and Kimmy’s clothes in the room reassured her – if they were already filming, everything must be okay. A crew member handed her the papers, but Josie signed them without a second thought, eager to join her friends in what she assumed was a harmless video shoot.
Hurrying out of the changing room, Josie headed towards the room on the left where the action was taking place. Little did she know, she was walking into a scene far more intense and bizarre than she could have ever imagined.
Veronica’s voice echoed through the studio, announcing her intention to broadcast Josie’s interview while continuing to tickle the four helpless women. The tickling resumed with renewed vigor, fingers dancing over sensitive soles as laughter and pleas filled the air. The TV screen flickered to life, displaying Josie’s interview in real time.
Veronica moved to a platform near the recently changed Josie, her demeanor calm and composed as she resumed her questioning. “So, Josie,” she began with a hint of mischief in her voice, “tell us about yourself. Shoe size, favorite nail polish... and are you ticklish?”
Josie giggled nervously, her eyes darting around the room as she considered the question. “Oh, yes,” she admitted with a bashful smile. “I’m very ticklish. But you know who’s even more ticklish? My roommate, Xanthippe. She’s like, ridiculously ticklish. One time she brought a guy over who clearly had a thing for feet, i mean, he coulnt keep his eyes off mine the whole time he was there." she laughed as she took of the sandal and wiggled her foot to the camera "Thing is, the poor fellow must have tried to suck her toes latter that night and ended up with a bloody nose, she is just THAT sensitive"
As Veronica chuckled at Josie’s revelation, Xanthippe’s horror deepened. She stared at Josie in disbelief, her mind racing with regret over inviting her unwitting friend into this nightmare.
The women tickling Xanthippe and the others seized the opportunity, playfully sucking on her toes to elicit even more hysterical laughter. The room echoed with the sounds of laughter, pleas, and the occasional squeal as the tickling continued unabated.
Meanwhile, Josie’s interview continued on the screen, oblivious to the chaos unfolding in the adjacent room. Veronica maintained her composed demeanor, delving deeper into Josie’s personal life and ticklish tendencies.
As the interview ended, Josie had been led to the same padded chair the rest where in. She stood nervously as the crew secured her into the stocks, her heart pounding with uncertainty and dread. Josie’s mind raced with questions and fear, her voice trembling as she asked the crew. “Please... I don’t understand what’s happening,” she stammered, her eyes wide with confusion. Where was Xanthippe? She didn´t know this video would involve bondage.
The crew members exchanged knowing glances but remained silent as they finished securing Josie into the stocks. With a final click of the restraints, Josie was left vulnerable and exposed, her feet perfectly positioned for what was to come. Two crew members approached Josie, their steps echoing in the tense silence of the room. Josie’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched them closely, her eyes flickering between their determined expressions and the stocks that held her feet securely in place. She wore a simple pair of beige sandals with thin, crisscrossing straps that accentuated her slender feet. Her toenails were painted a soft coral pink, a stark contrast to the predicament she found herself in.
As the crew members knelt down, their gloved hands deftly unbuckled the sandals, revealing Josie’s delicate feet. Her skin was smooth and slightly sun-kissed, the nails neatly trimmed and polished. Her hands trembled as soft fabric was wrapped around her toes, immobilizing them completely. With a gentle touch, they secured soft fabric around her toes, mirroring the restraint applied to Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, and Gretchen. The crew then dragged the chair to the main room. The air was filled with a chaotic symphony of emotions as the women endured their unexpected ordeal of ticklish torture.
“HAHAHA! PLEASE! STOP IT!” Xanthippe begged through fits of laughter, her cheeks flushed with humiliation.
“HAHAHA! OH GOD! NOT THERE!” Kimmy squealed, her voice a mixture of laughter and desperation as she squirmed in her bonds.
"NOOO! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!" Cyndee exclaimed, her laughter turning into pleading as fingers continued their relentless assault on her sensitive soles.
"NOOO! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA! MAKE IT STOP!" Gretchen cried out, her laughter echoing around the room as she struggled against the restraints.
Josie’s initial confusion quickly turned to panic as she realized the gravity of the situation. She struggled helplessly against her restraints, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, and Gretchen were goin insane, their faces contorted with laughter and desperation as they endured the relentless tickling assault.
“Let me go! Please!” Josie cried out, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and outrage. “What’s going on? This isn’t funny!”
The tickling paused momentarily as the crew applied baby oil to the soles of the captives’ feet. The room buzzed with nervous energy as each girl pleaded and bargained with their tormentors, their personalities shining through their desperate attempts to reason or threaten their way out of the situation.
They lay panting and whimpering, their chests heaving with desperate breaths as they eyed their captors with a mixture of fear and defiance.
"Please, just let us go," Xanthippe pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "I promise we won't say anything. We'll forget this ever happened."
Cyndee's laughter had turned to sobs. "I can't take any more! Just stop! I'll do anything, please!"
Kimmy, ever innocent and naive, pleaded in a high-pitched voice, "This isn't fun anymore! I don't like this game! Let us go, please!"
Gretchen, typically quiet and reserved, found herself shouting, "You're crazy! This isn't right! Stop it!"
Josie begged, her voice cracking "Please, let us go! I cant take tickling!"
Veronica’s voice cut through the tension, her amusement palpable as she instructed the crew to resume filming the final 20 minutes of the video. With a chuckle, she exited the room, leaving behind the echoes of laughter and the sounds of ticklish torment.
The women returned to their task with renewed zeal, each employing a different instrument to elicit laughter from the helpless captives.
Cyndee's heart pounded with anticipation as the crew members approached, each wielding a different tool of ticklish torment. One of them held a delicate feather, while another activated an electric toothbrush, ready to send shivers of ticklish pleasure up her legs.
The feather's soft touch began its dance across Cyndee's left foot, tracing delicate patterns along the sensitive sole and teasing between her toes. She squirmed and giggled uncontrollably as the feather tickled every inch of her foot with tantalizing precision.
"HAHAHA! OH GOD! HAHANOTHA THERE!" Cyndee shrieked, her laughter bursting forth. "PLEASE! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHAHA!"
Simultaneously, the crew member wielding the electric toothbrush brought it to life on Cyndee's right foot. Its vibrating bristles sent ticklish shivers coursing through her, intensifying the sensations already provoked by the feather.
"HAHAHA! STOP IT! HAHAHA I CANT´THAHAHA!" Cyndee pleaded, her voice strained with laughter. "PLEASE NOT MY ARCHES! HAHAHA!"
The crew members exchanged knowing glances, enjoying Cyndee's animated reactions to their playful assault. They expertly alternated between the feather's light caress and the toothbrush's buzzing vibrations, prolonging her ticklish torment.
As Cyndee squirmed helplessly in the stocks, she realized just how sensitive her feet were to these devilishly effective tools. Every stroke of the feather and buzz of the toothbrush sent her into fits of laughter, her entire body tingling with ticklish delight.
"HAHAHA! NONO NOT MY TOES!" Cyndee squealed, her laughter echoing off the walls of the studio.
Gretchen's heart raced with nervous anticipation as the crew members aproached. One held a soft toeflosher, while another wielded a long backscratcher with teasing potential.
The toeflosher's gentle bristles began to dance between Gretchen's toes on her left foot, sending tingling sensations up her leg and causing her to squirm with ticklish delight. The soft touch of the bristles explored the sensitive areas between her toes, eliciting giggles and squeals from Gretchen.
"HAHAHA! NOOO NOT THE TOEHEHEHOHOOES!" Gretchen giggled uncontrollably, her laughter punctuated by pleas for mercy. "PLEAHAAHHASE! HAHAHA!"
Simultaneously, the crew member with the backscratcher traced its long, teasing fingers along the arch of Gretchen's right foot. The scratchy sensation sent shivers of ticklish pleasure through her, making her toes curl involuntarily as she tried to evade the sensation.
"HAHAHA! PLEAAAASE!" Gretchen protested, her laughter escalating into a high-pitched giggle. "I CAHAHAHANT NOHOOHOHOHO! HAHAHA!"
The crew members grinned mischievously as they continued their assault on Gretchen's ticklish feet, expertly alternating between the toeflosher's gentle caresses and the backscratcher's teasing scratches. They knew exactly how to exploit her ticklish spots, driving her to fits of laughter with each stroke and tickle.
"HAHAHA! I BEG YOUHHUHUAHHAHAHE LET ME GOHOHO!" Gretchen shrieked, her laughter echoing in the studio.
As the tickling continued unabated, Gretchen squirmed helplessly in the stocks, her feet hypersensitive to every touch and stroke. The combination of the soft toeflosher and the scratchy backscratcher kept her in a constant state of ticklish torment, her giggles and protests blending into a symphony of ticklish pleasure and desperate pleas for relief. The crew members exchanged amused glances, thoroughly enjoying Gretchen's animated reactions to their tickle torture. With each passing minute, her laughter grew louder and her struggles more frantic, making the entire room reverberate with the sounds of her ticklish ordeal.
Josie dreadfully looked at her tormentors. One held a delicate feather, while another activated an electric toothbrush with a soft hum.
The crew member with the feather approached Josie's left foot first, tracing its light, feathery touch along the sole and between her toes. Instantly, Josie erupted into laughter, her ticklish spots immediately betrayed by the gentle strokes of the feather.
"HAHAHA! Oh God, no! Haha, stop it!" Josie giggled uncontrollably, her laughter echoing in the studio. "It tickles too much! Please!"
Simultaneously, the crew member with the electric toothbrush brought it to life on Josie's right foot. The buzzing vibrations sent ticklish shivers up her leg, intensifying the sensation and making her squirm helplessly in the stocks.
"HAHAHA! NOHOHOHAHOAHAHAAA!" Josie pleaded, her laughter mixed with desperate pleas for relief. ""HAHAHAHA! NOOO! STOP!HAHAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! STOP IT!" "HAHAHA! NO! NOT THERE!""HAHAHAHA! NOOO! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!
The crew members grinned mischievously as they continued their assault on Josie's ticklish feet, expertly alternating between the feather's delicate caresses and the electric toothbrush's buzzing tickles. They knew exactly how to provoke and prolong her ticklish torment, driving her to fits of giggles with each stroke and vibration.
"HAHAHA! PLEEEASE!""HAHAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHA!"PLEEEEASE! STOOOOP! HAHAHAHA!""HAHAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA!"HAHAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! STOP IT!""HAHAHA! NO! NOT THERE!" Josie shrieked, her laughter reaching a new pitch.
As the tickling continued relentlessly, Josie writhed and squirmed in the stocks, her feet hypersensitive to every touch and vibration. The feather danced teasingly over her sole, while the electric toothbrush traced ticklish patterns on her other foot, keeping her in a constant state of ticklish agony.
"HAHAHA! IM BEGGING YOU I DIHAHAHAHANT KNOHOHOHO IT WAS A TIHIHIHAHAHAHACKLEHEH VIDEOOHOO" Josie begged.
As the crew continued to tickle Josie without mercy, her laughter echoed through the studio, mingling with the sounds of her companions' ticklish torment. The room was filled with the symphony of laughter and pleas for relief, creating a surreal and unforgettable scene of ticklish hilarity.
Kimmy felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as the crew members approached, each holding a different tickling tool. One had a delicate feather, while another activated an electric toothbrush with a soft hum. This was torture of course, but a part of Kimmy couldnt shake of that this was, after all, tickling
The crew member with the feather gently brushed it along Kimmy's left foot, tracing light strokes along her sole and between her toes. Immediately, Kimmy erupted into hysterical laughter, her entire body shaking with ticklish delight.
"HAHAHAHA! OH GOD, NO! HAHA, NOT THERE!" Kimmy squealed, her voice filled with uncontrollable laughter. "IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! PLEEEEASE!"
Simultaneously, the crew member with the electric toothbrush brought it to life on Kimmy's right foot. The buzzing vibrations intensified the ticklish sensation, sending waves of laughter through her.
"HAHAHA! NO! HAHA, STOP IT!" Kimmy pleaded, her laughter punctuated by desperate pleas for mercy. "I CAN'T TAKE IT! HAHAHA!"
The crew members grinned mischievously as they continued their assault on Kimmy's incredibly ticklish feet. They knew exactly how to provoke her ticklish spots, alternating between the feather's delicate caresses and the electric toothbrush's buzzing tickles with expert precision.
"HAHAHA! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHA, PLEASE!" Kimmy shrieked, her laughter reaching new heights of hilarity. "STOOOOP! HAHAHA!"
As the tickling continued relentlessly, Kimmy writhed and squirmed in the stocks, her feet hypersensitive to every touch and vibration. The feather danced teasingly over one sole, while the electric toothbrush traced ticklish patterns on her other foot, driving her into fits of giggles.
"HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! HAHA, THIS IS INSANE!" Kimmy exclaimed between laughs, her cheeks flushed with ticklish delight. "PLEASE, NOT THERE! HAHAHA!"
The crew members exchanged amused glances as they intensified their tickle assault on Kimmy, thoroughly enjoying her animated reactions to their playful torture. With each passing moment, her laughter grew louder and her struggles more frantic, filling the studio with the infectious sounds of her ticklish ordeal.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! HAHAHA, I'M SO TICKLISH!" Kimmy gasped between giggles, her entire body trembling with laughter. "PLEEEEASE! HAHA, I'M BEGGING YOU!"
Xanthippe's heart pounded, her feet exposed and vulnerable. She was acutely aware of her extreme ticklishness, and the thought of what awaited her sent chills down her spine. Two crew members approached her, their hands poised to unleash ticklish torment in a way that would push her to the brink.
One woman knelt beside her left foot, her lips gently wrapping around each toe one by one. Xanthippe's immediate reaction was a gasp followed by an explosive burst of laughter. The sensation of warm, moist lips sucking on each individual toe sent ticklish shockwaves through her entire body.
"HAHAHAHA! OH GOD! HAHAHA, NOOO!" Xanthippe shrieked, her laughter punctuated by desperate pleas. "NOT MY TOES! HAHAHA, PLEASE!"
The crew member proceeded meticulously, starting from the big toe and working her way down to the pinky toe. Each toe received equal attention, the gentle suction and warm breath causing Xanthippe to squirm uncontrollably. Her toes tingled intensely from the unusual sensation, amplifying her ticklish reactions.
As one woman focused on her toes, the other crew member began to trace her fingers lightly over the sensitive soles of Xanthippe's feet. Each stroke elicited spasms of laughter as Xanthippe squirmed and writhed, utterly helpless in her ticklish predicament.
"HAHAHA! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHA, PLEASE, STOP!" Xanthippe begged between fits of laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensation. "HAHAHA, NOT THERE!"
The crew members exchanged amused glances as they continued their relentless assault. They knew exactly how sensitive Xanthippe's feet were and delighted in exploiting every ticklish reaction.
"HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! HAHA, THIS IS TORTURE!" Xanthippe gasped, her laughter turning into breathless giggles. "PLEASE, HAHA, HAVE MERCY!"
Despite her desperate pleas, the crew members showed no signs of easing up. They intensified their ticklish assault, their fingers dancing over her soles in sync with the gentle sucking on her toes. Xanthippe's laughter grew louder and more frantic, her body convulsing with each ticklish touch.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! HAHA, I CAN'T... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!" Xanthippe cried out, her voice hoarse from laughter. "PLEEEEASE! HAHAHA, STOP!"
The crew members skillfully continued their ministrations, ensuring that no toe was spared from the ticklish torment. Each suck elicited renewed bouts of laughter and desperate pleas from Xanthippe, her resistance weakening under the relentless tickling.
"HAHA... HAHAHA! OH MY GOD, PLEASE... HAHA!" Xanthippe gasped for air between the relentless giggles, her body trembling with ticklish aftershocks. "I'M SO TICKLISH... HAHAHA, I CAN'T!"
The crew members finally relented after what felt like an eternity to Xanthippe. They stepped back, leaving her breathless and trembling in the stocks, her feet tingling from the intense ticklish assault.
Xanthippe lay panting, her entire body still buzzing with ticklish sensations. She couldn't believe how vulnerable she had felt, how intense the tickling had been. Despite the overwhelming ticklish ordeal, there was a strange mix of relief and lingering ticklish pleasure coursing through her.
As she slowly regained composure, Xanthippe glanced at the crew members, who wore satisfied smirks. They had thoroughly enjoyed tickling her to the brink, pushing her ticklish limits beyond what she thought possible. She knew she would never forget this experience, no matter how much she wanted to.
Veronica entered the room with a mischievous smile, her eyes glinting with amusement as she observed the five girls still recovering from their intense tickling ordeal. Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, Gretchen, and Josie lay in the padded stocks, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath between bouts of residual laughter.
"Well, well, ladies," Veronica began, her voice laced with playful enthusiasm. "We have five minutes left, and we're going to make the most of them."
The crew swiftly brought in large hairbrushes, one for each foot of the five captives. These were no ordinary hairbrushes—each one had thick, plush bristles designed to deliver maximum ticklish torment. The girls' eyes widened in dread as they realized what was coming next.
Xanthippe, still reeling from having her toes sucked and soles tickled mercilessly, braced herself as the crew approached her. One woman took the hairbrush and began dragging the bristles teasingly along the sole of her left foot. Instantly, Xanthippe's body jolted with ticklish sensitivity, and she erupted into a fresh bout of desperate laughter.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! NOT THE HAIRBRUSH!" Xanthippe shrieked, her voice cracking with laughter as she struggled against her bonds. "IT'S TOO MUCH! PLEASE!"
The crew member ignored her pleas, pressing the bristles deeper into the sensitive arch of her foot. Each stroke sent tingling waves of ticklish sensations through Xanthippe's nerves, causing her to squirm and writhe helplessly.
Meanwhile, on the other foot, another crew member mirrored the torment with equal intensity. The hairbrush danced over the smooth skin of Xanthippe's right foot, eliciting more uncontrollable laughter.
"HAHAHAHA! OH GOD, HAHA! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!" Xanthippe squealed, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensation. "PLEASE, I CAN'T... HAHAHA... TAKE ANY MORE!"
The crew members exchanged amused glances as they continued their ticklish assault. They moved the hairbrushes methodically over every inch of Xanthippe's sensitive soles, knowing exactly where to press for maximum ticklish reaction.
"HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! HAHA, THIS IS TORTURE!" Xanthippe gasped between fits of breathless giggles. "PLEASE, HAHA, STOP IT!"
But the crew members were relentless, their fingers gripping the hairbrushes firmly as they intensified their tickling efforts. They synchronized their movements, ensuring that Xanthippe received no respite from the ticklish onslaught.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! HAHA, I CAN'T... I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!" Xanthippe's laughter reached a fever pitch, her entire body convulsing with ticklish torment. "PLEEEEASE! HAHAHA, STOP!"
The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow for Xanthippe as the crew continued their merciless tickling. Each stroke of the hairbrushes reignited waves of ticklish laughter, pushing her to the brink of sensory overload.
Nearby, Kimmy, Cyndee, Gretchen, and Josie were each enduring their own ticklish torment. The hairbrushes moved in unison across their feet, each stroke a symphony of ticklish agony. Kimmy's laughter rang out the loudest, her crazily ticklish soles making her thrash and scream.
"HAHAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! STOP IT!" Kimmy shrieked, her laughter echoing off the walls. "NOT THERE! HAHAHAHA!"
Gretchen, with the toeflosher and backscratcher still fresh in her mind, found herself overwhelmed by the hairbrushes on her arches and heels. "HAHAHAHA! NOOO! STOP! PLEASE!" she begged, her voice cracking with each word. "IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!"
Cyndee and Josie were similarly lost in their ticklish hell, each desperately trying to cope with the relentless bristles scraping over their toes, balls, and tops of their feet. Their laughter mingled with pleas for mercy, creating a cacophony of ticklish despair.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the crew members withdrew the hairbrushes. Xanthippe lay panting and trembling in the stocks, her entire being buzzing with the aftermath of intense tickling. Her feet tingled with residual ticklish sensations, and her cheeks were stained with tears of laughter.
Veronica approached with a satisfied smirk, watching Xanthippe and the others with amusement. "Well done, ladies," she said cheerfully. "That's a wrap!"
With that declaration, the crew began to untie the girls from the stocks, releasing them from their ticklish prison. Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, Gretchen, and Josie stumbled to their feet, their bodies still buzzing with residual ticklishness.
As the final echoes of laughter died down, Veronica signaled for the crew to release the girls from the stocks. Each one, still gasping and trembling, was gently untied and helped to their feet. Xanthippe, Kimmy, Cyndee, Gretchen, and Josie stood there, their feet tingling with the residual sensations of their intense tickling ordeal. They exchanged weary but relieved glances, grateful that the torment was finally over.
Veronica, ever the professional, approached each girl individually with a microphone. "Alright, ladies, before we wrap up completely, we just need to get a few final thoughts from each of you. Are you all okay with a quick interview?" Her tone was pleasant, but the implicit threat of another round of tickling lingered in the air.
The girls nodded vigorously, not daring to risk another bout of ticklish torture. They were guided to a quiet corner of the studio where the interviews would take place.
Xanthippe sat down in the interview chair, still catching her breath from the intense tickling. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked visibly shaken.
Veronica smiled at her, trying to appear empathetic. "So, Xanthippe, how are you feeling after that experience?"
"That was insane," Xanthippe said, her voice still quivering. "I've never been tickled like that in my life."
"Did you expect it to be that intense?" Veronica asked.
"No, not at all. I thought it was just going to be some simple foot video," Xanthippe admitted, a hint of anger in her eyes. "I didn't sign up for this kind of torture."
Veronica nodded sympathetically. "Would you ever consider doing something like this again?"
Xanthippe shook her head vehemently. "Absolutely not. This was a nightmare."
Kimmy was next to sit in the interview chair. Despite the ordeal, she tried to maintain her cheerful demeanor, though it was clear she was still recovering.
"Kimmy, you were such a good sport through all of this," Veronica began. "How did it feel being tickled so intensely?"
"It was...really crazy," Kimmy said with a nervous giggle. "I'm super ticklish, so it was tough."
Veronica leaned in, intrigued. "Do you think you'll ever look at tickling the same way again?"
Kimmy laughed, albeit shakily. "Probably not. I think I'll avoid tickle fights for a while."
"Would you do another shoot like this if you were asked?" Veronica inquired.
Kimmy hesitated before answering. "Maybe...if I knew what I was getting into. But I think I need a break first."
Gretchen, looking more composed than the others, took her seat. She seemed reflective as she answered Veronica's questions.
"Gretchen, you handled that pretty well. What was going through your mind during the tickling?" Veronica asked.
"I was just trying to hold it together," Gretchen said, her voice steady. "I didn't want to completely lose it, but it was really tough."
"Where would you say is your most ticklish spot?" Veronica asked with a curious smile.
"My arches," Gretchen admitted, shuddering at the memory. "When they got to my arches, I couldn't handle it."
"Would you ever participate in something like this again?" Veronica asked.
Gretchen thought for a moment before replying. "Maybe. But I'd want to know exactly what I was signing up for next time."
Cyndee, still flushed from the experience, took her place in the interview chair. She seemed slightly dazed but managed a smile.
"Cyndee, you were really expressive during the tickling," Veronica noted. "How did you feel about the whole experience?"
"It was...overwhelming," Cyndee said, her voice a mix of exhaustion and relief. "I didn't know I could laugh that much."
"What part of the tickling was the worst for you?" Veronica asked.
"My toes," Cyndee responded immediately. "When they focused on my toes, I completely lost it."
"Do you think you'd ever do another tickling video?" Veronica inquired.
Cyndee laughed softly. "I think I need some time to recover first. But maybe...one day."
Josie was the last to sit down for her interview. She looked determined, her eyes still glinting with mischief.
"Josie, you seemed to take everything in stride. How was it for you?" Veronica asked.
"It was intense," Josie said, her voice firm. "But I think I handled it pretty well."
"Where do you think you're most ticklish?" Veronica asked.
"Definitely my soles," Josie replied without hesitation. "When they used the hairbrushes there, it was over."
"Would you be up for another video like this?" Veronica asked with a sly smile.
Josie grinned. "I think I could handle it. But I'd want to make sure I have some revenge planned."
As the interviews wrapped up, Veronica handed each girl an envelope with their payment. They all seemed eager to leave, though there was a sense of camaraderie among them after enduring the ordeal together.
Kimmy looked around at her friends and managed a smile. "We survived," she said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, barely," Xanthippe muttered, still looking displeased.
As they walked out of the studio, Josie held back Xanthippe. "Wait up, Xanthippe," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice.
Xanthippe turned, frowning. "What now?"
Josie held up a contract. "I just signed a little something extra. A revenge clip. And guess who's the star?"
Xanthippe's face drained of color. "You wouldn't dare."
Before Xanthippe could react, she fainted from exaustion.
When she awoke, she found herself in a dimly lit room, strapped to a padded table. She was in a straightjacket, her arms bound tightly to her sides, and her feet were bare and vulnerable at the end of the table. Panic surged through her as she looked around frantically.
Standing in front of her was Josie, her expression a mixture of anger and satisfaction. "Payback's a bitch, Xanthippe," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.
"NO, JOSIE, PLEASE! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!" Xanthippe pleaded, struggling against her restraints. "I'M SORRY! REALLY, I AM!"
Josie simply shook her head, unfazed. "Too late for that, Xanthippe. You had your fun, now it's my turn." She reached down and wiggled her fingers menacingly above Xanthippe's bare feet.
Xanthippe's eyes widened in terror. "NO, JOSIE! PLEASE! NOT MY FEET! I'M TOO TICKLISH! HAHAHA, NOOO!"
Josie didn't hesitate. She began to tickle Xanthippe's left foot, her fingers dancing over the sensitive arch and wiggling between her toes. The reaction was immediate and intense.
"HAHAHAHA! NOOO! STOP! PLEASE, JOSIE! HAHAHAHA!" Xanthippe screamed, her laughter turning desperate. "IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! PLEEEASE! HAHAHAHA!"
But Josie was relentless, her fingers moving with precision and speed. She switched to Xanthippe's right foot, her nails skittering over the soft skin of her sole and causing Xanthippe to buck and squirm as much as her restraints would allow.
"HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! HAHA, STOP IT!" Xanthippe's pleas were mixed with uncontrollable laughter. "NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHA!"
Josie only smiled wider, her fingers never ceasing their torment. She focused on Xanthippe's toes, gently but firmly pulling them back to tickle the delicate undersides and the sensitive spots in between.
"HAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA!" Xanthippe begged, her voice cracking from the intensity of her laughter. "PLEEEEASE! STOOOOP! HAHAHAHA!"
Josie leaned in closer, her voice low and satisfied. "This is what you get, Xanthippe. This is what you deserve."
As Xanthippe's laughter filled the room, the scene faded to black, leaving the audience with the image of Josie's relentless tickling and Xanthippe's helpless, hysterical laughter. The tables had truly turned, and Xanthippe was left to endure the ticklish payback she had so unwittingly set in motion.
Miles from there, Kimmy hurried to Jacqueline White’s home, her mind racing with the need to explain the terrible ordeal she had just experienced. She hoped that Jacqueline, Xanthippe’s stepmother, would understand and offer some comfort. After all, it had been a terrible misunderstanding.
Jacqueline welcomed Kimmy in, her demeanor warm yet curious. They settled into the living room, and Kimmy began recounting the entire ordeal—the unexpected tickling, the helplessness, the laughter, and the realization that it was a fetish video.
Jacqueline’s expression darkened as she listened. "You let this happen to my stepdaughter?" she asked, her voice rising. "Even if you didn't know it was going to be a tickle video, you knew it was a fetish shoot!"
Kimmy was taken aback, confusion written all over her face. "What do you mean by 'fetish'?" she asked hesitantly.
Jacqueline sighed, shaking her head. "A fetish is a sexual fixation on a particular object, body part, or activity. In this case, it’s the act of tickling. People derive pleasure from watching it or participating in it."
Kimmy’s eyes widened in shock. "I had no idea... I thought it was just a silly video."
Jacqueline handed Kimmy a glass of water, watching as she took a few sips. "You were incredibly naive, Kimmy," she said softly. "If you had asked me, I would have told you what really happens in those videos."
Kimmy’s vision began to blur, and she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. "Jacqueline, I feel strange..." she mumbled before everything went black.
When Kimmy woke up, she found herself in a smaller set of stocks, her arms tied securely to her sides. Panic set in as she struggled against her restraints, only to find them unyielding.
Jacqueline stood before her, a stern expression on her face. "I put a sleeping pill in your drink," she explained calmly. "You need to understand the consequences of what you’ve done. You put Xanthippe in a situation she never should have been in."
"Please, Jacqueline," Kimmy begged, "I didn’t know! I’m sorry!"
Jacqueline shook her head. "Sorry isn’t enough. You need to truly understand what you put her through." She picked up a remote and turned on a screen. A video began to play, showing Jacqueline herself spread out on a rack, helpless as four women tickled her mercilessly.
Jacqueline’s laughter erupted almost immediately as the women around her began their ticklish assault. Her armpits were the first target. One of the women, a smirk playing on her lips, leaned in close, her fingers poised just above Jacqueline’s exposed skin.
"Are you a ticklish little girl?" she teased, her fingers lightly grazing Jacqueline’s underarms.
Jacqueline’s response was instant. "HAHAHA! YES! PLEASE, NO! HAHAHAHA!" Her body jerked violently, but the restraints held her firmly in place.
The woman’s fingers danced in Jacqueline’s armpits, the light, fluttering touches driving her into a frenzy. "Tickle, tickle, tickle," she cooed, enjoying every moment of Jacqueline’s torment.
"HAHAHAHA! STOP! STOP! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHA!" Jacqueline’s pleas were desperate, her laughter uncontrollable.
Another woman, stationed at Jacqueline’s feet, took hold of her toes. She began to wiggle them playfully, her voice mocking. "This little piggy went to market," she sang, her fingers wriggling each toe in turn. "And this little piggy stayed home."
Jacqueline’s laughter turned into a high-pitched squeal. "NOOO! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T STAND IT! HAHAHAHA!"
The woman continued her teasing, moving to the next toe. "This little piggy had roast beef," she continued, her voice sickly sweet. "And this little piggy had none."
By now, Jacqueline was thrashing as much as her bonds would allow. "PLEASE! NO MORE! HAHAHAHA! I’M BEGGING YOU! HAHAHAHA!"
The third woman, positioned at Jacqueline’s other foot, switched on an electric toothbrush. The buzzing sound filled the room, and Jacqueline’s eyes widened in horror. "NO! NO! NOT THAT! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!"
The woman ignored her, placing the toothbrush against the arch of Jacqueline’s foot. The bristles spun rapidly, sending waves of ticklish agony through her body. "This little piggy went wee, wee, wee, all the way home," the first woman finished, her fingers still tormenting Jacqueline’s toes.
Jacqueline’s laughter reached a fever pitch. "HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY! HAHAHAHA!" Tears streamed down her face, her entire body quaking with the intensity of the sensations.
The woman with the toothbrush moved it slowly, methodically, from the arch to the ball of Jacqueline’s foot, and then to her toes. Each spot elicited a new burst of hysterical laughter. "Ticklish here too, aren’t we?" she taunted, pressing the bristles between Jacqueline’s toes.
"HAHAHAHA! YES! YES! STOP! HAHAHAHA!" Jacqueline’s voice was hoarse from the continuous laughter. "I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST STOP TICKLING ME! HAHAHAHA!"
Meanwhile, the woman at her armpits had moved to her sides, her fingers poking and prodding mercilessly. "You’re such a ticklish little girl," she mocked, her voice dripping with amusement. "How does it feel to be so helpless?"
"IT’S TORTURE! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE, NO MORE! HAHAHAHA!" Jacqueline’s voice cracked with desperation. "I CAN’T BREATHE! HAHAHAHA!"
As the video played on, Kimmy watched in horrified fascination. She saw Jacqueline’s struggle, her desperate attempts to escape, and the utter helplessness in her eyes. It was a mirror of her own experience, and it filled her with dread.
Jacqueline’s torment went on for what seemed like an eternity. Her laughter was interspersed with gasps and cries, her body glistening with sweat from the exertion. Finally, the video ended, leaving Jacqueline a quivering, exhausted mess, still bound and at the mercy of her captors.
Jacqueline turned off the video and looked down at Kimmy. "I know exactly how much it tickles," she said, her voice cold. "And now, you’re going to learn too. You will never bring Xanthippe to another shoot again."
With that, she removed Kimmy’s socks and sneakers, exposing her bare feet. She tied Kimmy’s toes back, rendering her feet completely immobile. Then, she slipped on a pair of mittens with vibrating brushes on the palms.
"Jacqueline, please! Don’t do this!" Kimmy begged, her eyes wide with fear. But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Jacqueline turned on the mittens, and the vibrating brushes began to tickle Kimmy’s feet relentlessly. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming.
"HAHAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! STOOOP! HAHAHAHAHA!" Kimmy screamed, her body thrashing in her bonds. "I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO! STOP IT! HAHAHAHA!"
Jacqueline watched impassively, ensuring Kimmy experienced every agonizing second of the tickling torment. "Now you know," she said quietly, her eyes never leaving Kimmy’s. "And you will never forget."
The room filled with Kimmy’s hysterical laughter and desperate cries for mercy.
The vibrating brushes were relentless, targeting Kimmy’s most sensitive spots. The bristles danced over her arches, teasing the delicate skin there before moving to the balls of her feet. Kimmy’s toes curled and flexed involuntarily, but there was no escape from the maddening sensation.
"HAHAHAHA! PLEASE! NO MORE! HAHAHA! I CAN’T BREATHE! HAHAHAHA!" Kimmy’s pleas for mercy were interspersed with gasps and screams of laughter. Her entire body shook with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.
The brushes shifted, focusing on her toes now. They wiggled between each toe, the bristles probing the tender skin and driving Kimmy into further hysterics. "HAHAHAHA! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHAHA!" Kimmy’s voice was hoarse from the continuous laughter, her desperation palpable.
The brushes didn’t let up, moving with relentless precision. They glided over Kimmy’s heels, sending ticklish shivers up her legs. They danced across the tops of her feet, teasing the sensitive skin there. Every touch was a new wave of torture, a reminder of the lesson Jacqueline intended to teach.
Kimmy’s laughter reached a fever pitch, her body convulsing with the force of her reactions. "HAHAHAHA! PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! HAHAHAHA! JUST MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHA!" Her cries were desperate, her voice cracking under the strain.
The room filled with Kimmy’s hysterical laughter and desperate cries for mercy. The brushes continued their relentless assault, moving back to her arches and then to the delicate skin just below her toes. Each touch sent new waves of ticklish agony through her, her mind reeling from the intensity of the sensations.
"HAHAHAHA! I’M SORRY! HAHAHAHA! I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! HAHAHAHA!" She begged. It would be a long day.
That same night, Xanthippes other roommates, Grace and Paige, where laughing their heads off. Josie and Xanthippe stood over Grace and Paige, who were both laughing uncontrollably in a hogtied state, they couldn't resist smirking at their predicament.
Grace's slender, bare feet echoed with laughter, "HAHAHAHA! NOOO! PLEASE! NOT MY TOES!"
Paige's broader feet, painted in vibrant colors, joined in, "HAHAHA! YOU'RE CRAZY! STOP IT!"
They had arrived latter that day to find them passed out on the couch, the house a mess. Having learned the efectiveness of tickling, they decided to teach them a lesson.
Grace pleaded through giggles, "HAHAHA! NO! NOT THERE!"
Paige managed to gasp out between laughs, "HAHAHAHA! PLEEEEASE! STOOOOP!"
Josie and Xanthippe continued their tickling assault, fingers dancing over their friends' ticklish feet. They couldn't contain their own laughter as they enjoyed the playful retaliation.
Between their laughter, Grace managed to say, "Okay, okay, we get it! We'll do the chores tomorrow!"
Paige added, her voice strained from laughing, "Yeah, just untie us already!"
"No i dont think they have learned their lesson just yet" Josie mused, starting to saw a feather between Graces toes.
Grace's giggles turned into pleading gasps, "HAHAHA! Please! Not my toes! HAHAHA!"
Xanthippe took note of this and started to suck on Paiges big toe.
Paige, her laughter interspersed with breathless protests, managed to squeal out, "HAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOO"
As Josie and Xanthippe continued their playful assault on Grace and Paige's ticklish feet, the laughter in the room reached a crescendo.
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