Alice was a 24 year old professional footballer. She was young but already worth millions. She was 5 foot 5 and had long blonde hair and blue eyes.She was walking home in her football kit after an exhausting day when a black Volkswagen transporter with tinted windows came screeching up the road. Suddenly she felt hands on her shoulders and was shoved into the van. Three masked figures all dressed in black surrounded her. One figure had a syringe filled with a clear liquid. This did not terrify Alice for this was not her first kidnapping, it was her second.
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10 YEARS BEFORE
It had been a long hot summer day, and Alice was walking home from football practice in her school uniform. She was wearing a blue blazer, white shirt, blue skirt, navy blue socks and black shoes
She still had her red football kit on under as she had desperately wanted to go home and have dinner. After all, her parents made the BEST spagbol.
She had just turned the corner and seen a white plumbers van with its door open. She thought it wasn't unusual as workmen often leave van doors open.
Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her shoved her into the van. She felt the prick of a needle and the sting as its contents invaded her bloodstream.
Hours later
She awoke to find herself suspended from something by her wrists. Below her feet an endless void awaited. She thought if she pointed her feet her shoes would touch the floor. But, she had forgotten her shoes had a tendency to slip off her feet. They fell to the floor with a thud.
A bright flash of light erupted above her head like a volcano. She could see her shoes on the floor just out off reach.
The screech of unoiled hinges racked her ears as a door out of her line of sight opened the closed. She could see a mysterious figure dressed in black and wearing a ski mask standing in front of her.
Slowly the masked figure stepped towards her. His head level with her stomach.
The man reached down and grabbed hold of her socked feet, inhaled her sweaty scent and exclaimed "My, what gorgeous soles you must have Alice."
"How do you know my name? Who are you? Where am I?" Alice choked out.
"All will be revealed in time. Now lets see those feet shall we?"
The voice sounded familiar, but who was it?
The figure grabbed hold of her feet and grabbed the top of her socks and pulled the off. They fill to the floor with a soft thud. Then the figure caught sight of her black thigh high socks under her red soccer socks
The figure grabbed the toes of her red socks and pulled until they hung on her toes. He saw she had white grip socks under them. Alice only wore extra socks under her soccer socks to make playing football more comfortable
The figure grabbed the tops of her white socks and tugged until the fell to the floor with her red socks still attached.
"Finally, your final pair of socks," said the figure with a grin " soon we shall see those feet and the fun will begin. Actually I don't see why it cant begin now."
"What do you mean?" stammered Alice curling her toes and holding back a tear.
"You'll see very soon." said the figure.
The figure grabbed her feet again and started to tickle her. She was trying hard not to laugh. The figure let go of her feet when he saw her smile.
Behind him a chair with a set of stocks on appeared. The figure had a rectangle shape in his hand and Alice felt herself being lowered to the floor. She felt a sense of relief.
However it did not last long. The man produced a pair of scissors and cut away het top and shorts leaving her in her black socks and underwear. A tsunami of dread swept over her and she was lifted off her feet and onto the chair.
Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs stretched out in front of her. The stocks were closed with a bang and padlocked shut. She heard the click of the lock and her feeling of dread worsened.
The figure took off the ski mask.
The face, the voice. It was her ex.
"William?" Alice said in a confused voice.
"Yes its me Alice. This is revenge for leaving me you bitch." cried William
Alice felt William pulling on her socks. She felt them pass her ankles and her toes until she felt nothing on her feet. William walked up beside her and laid her socks on her breasts
He had the scissors again and cut off her undergarments until she was completely naked. Then he was back at her feet with a brush rubbing it all over her exposed soles. She had told him her tickle spots months ago and now she regretted it. Howls of laughter erupted from her chest as Williams nimble fingers moved up her legs to her exposed vagina where he started licking. Howls of laughter erupted non stop for 10 minutes, until he untied her hands and feet. She seized the opportunity and gathered up all her socks. William had expected this and Alice found herself three feet off the ground.
A clanking noise echoed through the building as it shook. Below her the floor opened revealing a pit filled with oil. William lowered her slowly down. As her toes entered the oil she started to think it was the end. But as it got to her breasts William started to raise her out and back into the stocks. Volcanic eruptions of laughter continued for an hour before she was freed from the chair. This time she put her all socks on just before she was lifted into the air where she remained until William brought a small heater. He lowered Alice into a chair behind the heater and tied her to it
her feet were tied to the heater and he switched it on.
The next day, William came back to the stench of Alices' sweaty socks. He switched off the heater and untied her feet. He then bent down and grabbed her left foot and inhaled the scent. Alice could see him grimace at the smell. William noticed she had her black thigh high socks on and queried where the rest were. Alice responded saying they were in the pit of oil.
William opened the pit and started to look. While he was looking Alice stripped all her socks off except her navy blue knee high socks and crept up behind William. As he turned he saw Alice standing there. He thought she was still wearing her black thigh high socks.
Oh, how wrong he was. The second she saw his face she shoved a socked foot under his nose. The vile stench made him step back and loose his balance so he fell into the pit of oil.
Quickly, Alice stripped her socks off and pulled her black thigh high socks on then her white grips socks and red soccer socks and finally her navy blue school socks.
She bolted for the door like a lion after prey and inhaled the sickly scent of her sweaty socks and the bin she was standing next to. The second she got home everything seemed ordinary. Nobody acted like she had been missing. She called the police, they went to the abandoned factory and found nothing. Nobody believed her.
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Present Day
She awoke to find herself in a padded room, all the room contained was a bed, toilet, sink and a light. She knew they wanted something, probably her socks. She'd told many a person she only won games if she was wearing her lucky socks. She climbed into the bed and striped off her green soccer socks,
her green and white striped thigh high socks
and her purple striped thigh high socks
She then put her purple thigh high socks on her bare feet, then her soccer socks and finally her green thigh high socks.
The door opposite her opened and a masked figure stood in the door way. It picked her up and put her over its shoulder. Her legs were stretched out anyone looking would see the figure and a pair of legs with green thigh high socks. On one sock "If you can read this" was printed in the sole and on the other "Tickle my feet" was printed.
Alice was tied to a table by her legs. The figure was joined by a second figure. Both figures approached her feet and grabbed the top pair of socks the the bottom pair and pulled all her socks off in one go. Then they cut her football shorts and underwear off with scissors. Then the figures left. She was left alone in the room staring at her bare feet.
Five , 10 then fifteen minutes went by before three women and a man she didnt recognise entered the room. The mans deep voice boomed "Tell us where your lucky socks are and we'll let you go.".
Alice, unbothered by this refused. Two of the women started to lick Alices' size 5 feet, while the other started to lick her clitoris.
Laughter erupted from Alice, but she still refused.
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5 hours later
Alice still refused to tell where her lucky green soccer socks were hidden. Furious and red faced the man untied her and left the room. Alice was left alone with the three women. Quickly, she remembered what William had done to her and she put her feet up on the radiator while the women tickled her armpits and pussy.
Seconds turned in to minutes in to hours and her feet got sweatier and sweatier until the woman tickling and licking her pussy commented on the foul smell and the other women decided to withdraw. Alice sprang up and shoved her smelly socks in the faces of the women who'd been at her feet. The she delivered a swift kick to the third woman who had a spare room key. Alice unlocked the door and sprinted down endless corridors and up stairs and found a door. It was a two metre drop to the concrete car park below. She'd forgotten her boots. She had no choice there were voices coming from the stair well. She jumped and rolled. The impact hurt her socked feet, yet she kept on running. She didn't stop until she reached the bus stop...
