Tickle Abuse
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It was the year 2032. The world had changed a lot and technologies had reached new heights. Basically everything had become high tec.
Zara was a college student. She really wanted to become a mechanical engineer. She had always been fascinated by technologies and the theory behind it. One of her greatest interests was robotics and futuristic machines that had now been introduced all over the world, and always changing.
It was Friday! Yay! The last day before the weekend! Zara had arrived at college. She entered her room to see a different lecturer sitting at the desk. A female. Her original lecturer Mr. Gordon, who Zara quite liked, had obviously gone on holiday or something. Anyway Zara sat down at her desk and awaited the class to start. This new lady says “Good morning everyone. I’m Ms. Winters. Mr. Gordon has gone on leave so I’ll be takin this class for the next few months.”
“She is quite beautiful” Zara thought to herself. She had long black hair with black stockings and high heels. Her coat and skirt were the same, like a suit. She wore black framed glasses which seemed to accent her bright green eyes. “I mean this lady could not have been more than 35 40 surely?!” Zara thought.
Her voice was a little husky but a little accented also. It almost sounded British. She seemed….. Nice.
After class, Zara being the friendly person she is, went up to Ms. Winters to basically have a chat and welcome her etc.
“Hi Ms. Winters. I’m Zara…..Zara Daniels”
Ms. Winters turned to face Zara. She basically looked at her up and down. Dipping her glasses as she did so.
“Well hello Zara Daniels. Nice to meet u. Please …. Call me Fiona.”
The original glance did make Zara a little awkward but that soon vanished once Ms. Winters had actually started talking. As Zara had thought, she was actually nice. They spoke for about an hour after class. Really hitting it off. As it turned out Ms. Fiona Winters was actually a robotics engineer who had been working on futuristic machines since she had left college. Oh and she was 45! A very handsome 45!
One day after class Ms. Winters asked Zara if she would like to come to her workshop lab to have a look at some of her machines. Of course she knew Zara would not refuse, having the same interests and everything. Zara happily accepted. Ms. Winters offered her a lift in her black BMW.
“WOW” Zara said. “Nice Car Fiona.”
“Thanks sweetheart. It’s my baby! Her name is Delilah!”
Zara found it awesome that Ms. Winters actually named her car!
“Cute name. I like it” Zara responded.
They drove for about 25 minutes up the local freeway before turning off the freeway to a huge compound with all office buildings and lots of windows. Ms. Winters pulls up to a roller door which leads to a basement carpark.
“OK Zara we are here, just follow me ok?”
“Sure” Zara replied. She was so excited she had butterflies.
Ms. Winters led them to an elevator which took them down about 10 stories underground. Zara had never imagined something like this before. It was like something she had seen in her dreams. All white paneling and bright lights. Lots of corridors with glass windows. Zara was in awe!
“This place is amazing Fiona! I always dreamed to work in a place like this.”
“Maybe one day u will” Fiona replied.
Fiona led them to a door which had a screen with a hand print on it. She placed her hand on the screen. It seemed to scan her hand and then this big thick steel door opened up. Hissing and whistling as it did. Watching the door close behind them, Zara said “Geez that’s one massive door. What do u have down here?”
Fiona snickered “Well Zara we wouldn’t want unwanted people getting in and stealing our secrets now.”
“I suppose” Zara laughed.
“So what’s your latest machine Fiona?” Zara asked
“I will show you” Fiona relied.
They walked through a pair of sliding glass doors revealing this machine covered over with a sheet.
Fiona walks up to it and pulls off the covers.
It looked like a bed with padding in the middle. There were lots of straps and buckles lying flat on the padding. On one end there was a box type thing with a wire running into it the side of it and on the other end there was a square block type apparatus that could separate in the middle, so it could open and be closed down and secured. There were to holes in the middle also. Zara thought they looked like old stockades that she had read about. There was a camera on a stand facing the two holes and a camera attached to the side of the square stock apparatus facing across the face of the holes. A side view basically.
Zara examined this unusual machine closely. Dragging her hand across the top of it as she slowly walked past it.
“What is this?” Zara said kind of puzzled.
“Well it’s a ……secret!” Fiona joked back. “It’s simply brilliant though.”
“What does it do?” Zara asked with the most intense look of wonder on her face.
“I call it, ‘The Immobilizer!”
“The I..M..O..B..I.. liser? Zara was very confused. “O…K But what does it do?
Fiona started pacing in a circle. Looking at Zara up & down like she had in the classroom the first time they met. She looked down at Zara’s legs and when she got to her feet she paused for a couple of seconds. Zara got a little embarrassed. Slowly and awkwardly covering her foot with the other foot she asked,
“Is… UUH… everything ok Fiona?”
Fiona sought of came too. “OH yes sweetheart, I’m sorry. I was just admiring your feet.”
“My feet?” Zara replied. “Why?”
“You have very cute feet and like perfect toes!”
Looking down at her toes, which were painted a beautiful colour red, dressed in black slip on, open toe shoes. Zara replies “Ummm Thanks! I guess?”
A few second later Fiona came closer to Zara. Dipping her glasses again. “How would u like to try this machine for yourself?”
Zara was excited yet scared. She so wanted to see this machine in action but the fact Fiona had kept avoiding the subject of “what it does” did concern her a bit. She stood there thinking for a few seconds.
“So what will I have to do?” Zara asked hesitantly.
“Trust Me…..That’s all… Just trust me. Can u do that Zara?”
“I guess” Zara replied
“I promise u dear u will be perfectly fine.”
“Ok let’s do it!” said Zara with a bit more confidence in her voice.
“Oh great. It will put a smile on your face if nothing else!” said Fiona kind of turning away and smirking to herself. I’ll be right back ok?”
“Ok.” Zara replied.
Fiona walked out the sliding doors only to return shortly after holding a syringe.
“Whoa! What’s that for!?” Zara said bit taken back.
“Its fine it’s just a little something to help u relax.”
“Hmmm I don’t know?.....”
Before Zara could even say another word, Fiona pricked her with the needle and injected her.
“Owwwwa! U could have warned me.”
“Oh don’t be such a baby” Fiona replied. “I’ll be right back ok? Make yourself comfortable.”
Zara slowly sat on the padded area of the machine and slid back hanging her feet off the floor. She started feeling a little sleepy pretty much straight away, so she decided to lay on her side to rest her head…..
Zara awoke, what seemed like a few minutes later. She opened her eyes in a bit of a daze. She blinked a few times but she could not see anything. Just black and a little red flashing light above her. She sort of came too and realized she was laying down and could not move at all. She tried to move around but to no avail. Her head was strapped down and her neck was also braced down. She focused on the little flashing red light. Then a little led came on just behind the top of her head. She could now see what the red flashing light was. It was a lens of a camera pointed right at her face. A voice then appeared.
“Hi Zara. Good to see your awake now!”
It was Fiona’s voice talking to her from a speaker in the head box.
“W..What’s going on?” Zara said still trying to come to.
“You are about to find out what The Immobilizer does sweetheart. I’ll give u moment to gather your thoughts, then we shall begin ok?”
Zara once again tried to squirm and wriggle. She could not move her head at all. Not even side to side because of the strap on her forehead. The neck brace concealed her head in the box. All she could do is look right at the lens facing her. Her body was strapped down heavily and quite tight. Straps held her shoulders, arms, wrists, chest, stomach, thighs and legs down tight and kind of encased them. It was then she focused on her feet. She tried to wiggle them but could not move them at all. Her feet were completely encased in some sort of moulding bracket. She could feel a heel part that completely held her heel still and in place. Her toes were now bent back to 90 degrees and held in place with a bracket that seemed to encase each toe individually. Zara tried to move her toes just to test the strength of them. They could not be budged, even the slightest curl or movement of any of her toes was impossible. Her sole was stretched tight and the ball of her foot was completely exposed. A million thoughts ran through her head at this point.
“OH MY GOD! I …C..can’t move!!!” Zara shouted struggling against her restraints.
“Oh great, so we can begin? Replied Fiona from the speaker.
“Begin what exactly Fiona??!!” Zara said angrily.
“Oh you’ll see! Ok ready? Here we go!”
Zara was freaking out a bit now but then she heard some buzzing and whirrring noises coming from the section near her feet. Zara held her breathe so she could listen.
She felt some sort of liquid being sprayed on her soles.
“OH MY GOD! What’s that!!?” Zara shrieked trying to move her feet.
“Its ok Zara just relax its just a little baby oil.”
Zara thought “Baby oil? What the fuck!”
Then the whirring and spraying sound stopped only to be replaced with a buzzing noise like robots moving.
Zara held her breathe again. Then she felt it. She felt something tickle her left sole just above the heel bracket.
“OH MY GOD! AHHHH! What the fuck is that?!!” Zara shrieked.
“Well I guess you now know what this machine does! And why it’s called ‘The immobilizer’! That’s right Zara it’s a foot tickling machine and there is nothing u can do to stop it! “
Fiona let out a little evil laugh.
“OH MY GOD PLEASE LET ME OUT! NOOO PLEASE! MY FEET ARE SO TICKLISH! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!” Zara screamed.
“And you know the best part of it all Zara? I get to see your reactions up close on this screen in front of me! Not to mention an up close shot of my little robot friends tickling your helpless soles both from the side and the front.”
Zara now knew the purpose of the cameras she had seen previously. At this point she felt something start to tickle her other sole in the same spot.
“OH NOOOOO HA HA PLEEEEEASE AHHHHHH!”
Zara scrunched up her face trying to fight the tickling. She tried to move her feet away. But she was utterly helpless. Not only was she being tickled but she now had someone watching her reactions on a screen in another room.
Zara let out a scream as two more robot hands joined in the tickling on each foot. This time right in the middle of her soles.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH HA HA HA HAAAAA OMG NOOOOOOOOHOHOHO STOOOHOHOHOP!
Zara is trying so hard not to lose it at this point. The tickling was really getting to her. She had never imagined being tortured like this.
“HAHAHAHA OH GOOOHD AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HAHAHA!”
“Awww poor Zara! What’s wrong sweetheart? Are your feet a little ticklish hey???”
It was then Zara felt 2 more hands start to tickle each foot. This time they were tickling her worst spot of all. The balls of her feet. The pad right under her toes! Normally this spot is not that accessible for tickling as the curling of the toes and thrashing around makes it very hard, but this machine made it possible to attack those areas with no interruption what so ever. Those toes being bent back so far and held there like stone made the little hand’s job easy!
Zara let out a mighty squeal!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOOOOOOOO PLEEEEEEEASE. I CAANT STAND IIIIIIIIIIHIHIIT!! OH MY GOOOOH AHHHH HA HA HA HA!
Fiona watched the screen of Zara face in fascination! Zara was absolutely losing it laughing. At times it looked like Zara’s head would pop!! The other screens showing close ups of Zara soles being tickled were great to watch too. As random squirts of baby oil sprayed Zara’s soles, keeping them slippery, the little robot hands tickled relentlessly. Spidering those little sharps fingers all over those soft sensitive parts of Zara’s soles. Fiona could see Zara trying to curl her toes to give her some relief but the bracket moulds held true. There was absolutely nothing Zara could do to stop her soles from being unmercifully tickled.
“Are you ok in there Zara darling?” Fiona teased.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAA HA HA HA HA OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD! STOOOOOOHOHOP! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCKIN STOP I CANT BREATHE! AHHHHHHH!!”
The Tickling hands kept on tickling and tickling and tickling. No breaks no slowing down.
It had been about an hour now and Fiona could see that Zara could not take much more. In fact it was at this point Zara gave out one more final squeal of desperation.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HA HA HA HA!!...............................”
Then silence. Zara had passed out from all the intense tickling and laughing. Fiona had seen enough. Her machine was a huge success. Better than she had imagined. Fiona shut it off. It buzzed and whirred as the hands stopped tickling and retracted back in to the machine. Fiona went into the room where Zara laying and started loosening the straps. The box lifted off Zara’s head, the foot brackets and stock was opened. Zara was breathing so heavy like she had just run a marathon. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her body was wet with sweat. As she came to she looked right up at Fiona, who was staring down at her.
“FUCK YOU!” Zara said moaning a little.
“So you like my machine then Zara? HA HA! Your face was priceless. How do you feel?”
“Like I said…. FUCK YOU!” Zara replied with a grin on her face.
“That was so bad! I’ve never been tickled like that before. I didn’t realize how ticklish my feet actually were. I mean I knew that were ticklish but… FUCK! How Do I feel?.....I actually feel…. Ok? My stomach hurts from laughing so hard and I have a headache because my head felt like it would pop, but other than that I’m ok yeah……surprisingly”. Zara had that puzzled look on her face.
“So what do u think of my machine? …Honestly?” Fiona asked.
“Well it tickled like hell. I was completely unable to move or stop the tickling. So I think the name is perfect. For tickling someone feet who is really ticklish and would normally be impossible to tickle… I think this machine is great.”
“So what’s the next step Fiona hmmm? Your turn next???” Zara asked with a smirk on her face.
Fiona smiled.
“No not me sweetheart I’m way more ticklish than u. I think I would go into cardiac arrest. HA! So you think you could get into this sort of thing hey Zara. I do need a partner.”
Zara looked at the ground thinking about things I guess. She caught a glance of Fiona’s feet. They were stockinged but you could see the silhouette of her perfect foot structure and gorgeous nail polish. Her big toe nail was painted coral and the rest of her smaller toes were black.
Zara looked around for a second. Looking at the machine, looking around the room. Playing with her tongue in her mouth she looked through the glass sliding doors to see a drawer labeled “syringes”. Then a drawer next to it with little vials in it.
She looked at Fiona with this devious face and said….
“So when can I start?!”
Zara was a college student. She really wanted to become a mechanical engineer. She had always been fascinated by technologies and the theory behind it. One of her greatest interests was robotics and futuristic machines that had now been introduced all over the world, and always changing.
It was Friday! Yay! The last day before the weekend! Zara had arrived at college. She entered her room to see a different lecturer sitting at the desk. A female. Her original lecturer Mr. Gordon, who Zara quite liked, had obviously gone on holiday or something. Anyway Zara sat down at her desk and awaited the class to start. This new lady says “Good morning everyone. I’m Ms. Winters. Mr. Gordon has gone on leave so I’ll be takin this class for the next few months.”
“She is quite beautiful” Zara thought to herself. She had long black hair with black stockings and high heels. Her coat and skirt were the same, like a suit. She wore black framed glasses which seemed to accent her bright green eyes. “I mean this lady could not have been more than 35 40 surely?!” Zara thought.
Her voice was a little husky but a little accented also. It almost sounded British. She seemed….. Nice.
After class, Zara being the friendly person she is, went up to Ms. Winters to basically have a chat and welcome her etc.
“Hi Ms. Winters. I’m Zara…..Zara Daniels”
Ms. Winters turned to face Zara. She basically looked at her up and down. Dipping her glasses as she did so.
“Well hello Zara Daniels. Nice to meet u. Please …. Call me Fiona.”
The original glance did make Zara a little awkward but that soon vanished once Ms. Winters had actually started talking. As Zara had thought, she was actually nice. They spoke for about an hour after class. Really hitting it off. As it turned out Ms. Fiona Winters was actually a robotics engineer who had been working on futuristic machines since she had left college. Oh and she was 45! A very handsome 45!
One day after class Ms. Winters asked Zara if she would like to come to her workshop lab to have a look at some of her machines. Of course she knew Zara would not refuse, having the same interests and everything. Zara happily accepted. Ms. Winters offered her a lift in her black BMW.
“WOW” Zara said. “Nice Car Fiona.”
“Thanks sweetheart. It’s my baby! Her name is Delilah!”
Zara found it awesome that Ms. Winters actually named her car!
“Cute name. I like it” Zara responded.
They drove for about 25 minutes up the local freeway before turning off the freeway to a huge compound with all office buildings and lots of windows. Ms. Winters pulls up to a roller door which leads to a basement carpark.
“OK Zara we are here, just follow me ok?”
“Sure” Zara replied. She was so excited she had butterflies.
Ms. Winters led them to an elevator which took them down about 10 stories underground. Zara had never imagined something like this before. It was like something she had seen in her dreams. All white paneling and bright lights. Lots of corridors with glass windows. Zara was in awe!
“This place is amazing Fiona! I always dreamed to work in a place like this.”
“Maybe one day u will” Fiona replied.
Fiona led them to a door which had a screen with a hand print on it. She placed her hand on the screen. It seemed to scan her hand and then this big thick steel door opened up. Hissing and whistling as it did. Watching the door close behind them, Zara said “Geez that’s one massive door. What do u have down here?”
Fiona snickered “Well Zara we wouldn’t want unwanted people getting in and stealing our secrets now.”
“I suppose” Zara laughed.
“So what’s your latest machine Fiona?” Zara asked
“I will show you” Fiona relied.
They walked through a pair of sliding glass doors revealing this machine covered over with a sheet.
Fiona walks up to it and pulls off the covers.
It looked like a bed with padding in the middle. There were lots of straps and buckles lying flat on the padding. On one end there was a box type thing with a wire running into it the side of it and on the other end there was a square block type apparatus that could separate in the middle, so it could open and be closed down and secured. There were to holes in the middle also. Zara thought they looked like old stockades that she had read about. There was a camera on a stand facing the two holes and a camera attached to the side of the square stock apparatus facing across the face of the holes. A side view basically.
Zara examined this unusual machine closely. Dragging her hand across the top of it as she slowly walked past it.
“What is this?” Zara said kind of puzzled.
“Well it’s a ……secret!” Fiona joked back. “It’s simply brilliant though.”
“What does it do?” Zara asked with the most intense look of wonder on her face.
“I call it, ‘The Immobilizer!”
“The I..M..O..B..I.. liser? Zara was very confused. “O…K But what does it do?
Fiona started pacing in a circle. Looking at Zara up & down like she had in the classroom the first time they met. She looked down at Zara’s legs and when she got to her feet she paused for a couple of seconds. Zara got a little embarrassed. Slowly and awkwardly covering her foot with the other foot she asked,
“Is… UUH… everything ok Fiona?”
Fiona sought of came too. “OH yes sweetheart, I’m sorry. I was just admiring your feet.”
“My feet?” Zara replied. “Why?”
“You have very cute feet and like perfect toes!”
Looking down at her toes, which were painted a beautiful colour red, dressed in black slip on, open toe shoes. Zara replies “Ummm Thanks! I guess?”
A few second later Fiona came closer to Zara. Dipping her glasses again. “How would u like to try this machine for yourself?”
Zara was excited yet scared. She so wanted to see this machine in action but the fact Fiona had kept avoiding the subject of “what it does” did concern her a bit. She stood there thinking for a few seconds.
“So what will I have to do?” Zara asked hesitantly.
“Trust Me…..That’s all… Just trust me. Can u do that Zara?”
“I guess” Zara replied
“I promise u dear u will be perfectly fine.”
“Ok let’s do it!” said Zara with a bit more confidence in her voice.
“Oh great. It will put a smile on your face if nothing else!” said Fiona kind of turning away and smirking to herself. I’ll be right back ok?”
“Ok.” Zara replied.
Fiona walked out the sliding doors only to return shortly after holding a syringe.
“Whoa! What’s that for!?” Zara said bit taken back.
“Its fine it’s just a little something to help u relax.”
“Hmmm I don’t know?.....”
Before Zara could even say another word, Fiona pricked her with the needle and injected her.
“Owwwwa! U could have warned me.”
“Oh don’t be such a baby” Fiona replied. “I’ll be right back ok? Make yourself comfortable.”
Zara slowly sat on the padded area of the machine and slid back hanging her feet off the floor. She started feeling a little sleepy pretty much straight away, so she decided to lay on her side to rest her head…..
Zara awoke, what seemed like a few minutes later. She opened her eyes in a bit of a daze. She blinked a few times but she could not see anything. Just black and a little red flashing light above her. She sort of came too and realized she was laying down and could not move at all. She tried to move around but to no avail. Her head was strapped down and her neck was also braced down. She focused on the little flashing red light. Then a little led came on just behind the top of her head. She could now see what the red flashing light was. It was a lens of a camera pointed right at her face. A voice then appeared.
“Hi Zara. Good to see your awake now!”
It was Fiona’s voice talking to her from a speaker in the head box.
“W..What’s going on?” Zara said still trying to come to.
“You are about to find out what The Immobilizer does sweetheart. I’ll give u moment to gather your thoughts, then we shall begin ok?”
Zara once again tried to squirm and wriggle. She could not move her head at all. Not even side to side because of the strap on her forehead. The neck brace concealed her head in the box. All she could do is look right at the lens facing her. Her body was strapped down heavily and quite tight. Straps held her shoulders, arms, wrists, chest, stomach, thighs and legs down tight and kind of encased them. It was then she focused on her feet. She tried to wiggle them but could not move them at all. Her feet were completely encased in some sort of moulding bracket. She could feel a heel part that completely held her heel still and in place. Her toes were now bent back to 90 degrees and held in place with a bracket that seemed to encase each toe individually. Zara tried to move her toes just to test the strength of them. They could not be budged, even the slightest curl or movement of any of her toes was impossible. Her sole was stretched tight and the ball of her foot was completely exposed. A million thoughts ran through her head at this point.
“OH MY GOD! I …C..can’t move!!!” Zara shouted struggling against her restraints.
“Oh great, so we can begin? Replied Fiona from the speaker.
“Begin what exactly Fiona??!!” Zara said angrily.
“Oh you’ll see! Ok ready? Here we go!”
Zara was freaking out a bit now but then she heard some buzzing and whirrring noises coming from the section near her feet. Zara held her breathe so she could listen.
She felt some sort of liquid being sprayed on her soles.
“OH MY GOD! What’s that!!?” Zara shrieked trying to move her feet.
“Its ok Zara just relax its just a little baby oil.”
Zara thought “Baby oil? What the fuck!”
Then the whirring and spraying sound stopped only to be replaced with a buzzing noise like robots moving.
Zara held her breathe again. Then she felt it. She felt something tickle her left sole just above the heel bracket.
“OH MY GOD! AHHHH! What the fuck is that?!!” Zara shrieked.
“Well I guess you now know what this machine does! And why it’s called ‘The immobilizer’! That’s right Zara it’s a foot tickling machine and there is nothing u can do to stop it! “
Fiona let out a little evil laugh.
“OH MY GOD PLEASE LET ME OUT! NOOO PLEASE! MY FEET ARE SO TICKLISH! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!” Zara screamed.
“And you know the best part of it all Zara? I get to see your reactions up close on this screen in front of me! Not to mention an up close shot of my little robot friends tickling your helpless soles both from the side and the front.”
Zara now knew the purpose of the cameras she had seen previously. At this point she felt something start to tickle her other sole in the same spot.
“OH NOOOOO HA HA PLEEEEEASE AHHHHHH!”
Zara scrunched up her face trying to fight the tickling. She tried to move her feet away. But she was utterly helpless. Not only was she being tickled but she now had someone watching her reactions on a screen in another room.
Zara let out a scream as two more robot hands joined in the tickling on each foot. This time right in the middle of her soles.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH HA HA HA HAAAAA OMG NOOOOOOOOHOHOHO STOOOHOHOHOP!
Zara is trying so hard not to lose it at this point. The tickling was really getting to her. She had never imagined being tortured like this.
“HAHAHAHA OH GOOOHD AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HAHAHA!”
“Awww poor Zara! What’s wrong sweetheart? Are your feet a little ticklish hey???”
It was then Zara felt 2 more hands start to tickle each foot. This time they were tickling her worst spot of all. The balls of her feet. The pad right under her toes! Normally this spot is not that accessible for tickling as the curling of the toes and thrashing around makes it very hard, but this machine made it possible to attack those areas with no interruption what so ever. Those toes being bent back so far and held there like stone made the little hand’s job easy!
Zara let out a mighty squeal!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOOOOOOOO PLEEEEEEEASE. I CAANT STAND IIIIIIIIIIHIHIIT!! OH MY GOOOOH AHHHH HA HA HA HA!
Fiona watched the screen of Zara face in fascination! Zara was absolutely losing it laughing. At times it looked like Zara’s head would pop!! The other screens showing close ups of Zara soles being tickled were great to watch too. As random squirts of baby oil sprayed Zara’s soles, keeping them slippery, the little robot hands tickled relentlessly. Spidering those little sharps fingers all over those soft sensitive parts of Zara’s soles. Fiona could see Zara trying to curl her toes to give her some relief but the bracket moulds held true. There was absolutely nothing Zara could do to stop her soles from being unmercifully tickled.
“Are you ok in there Zara darling?” Fiona teased.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAAAAAA HA HA HA HA OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD! STOOOOOOHOHOP! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCKIN STOP I CANT BREATHE! AHHHHHHH!!”
The Tickling hands kept on tickling and tickling and tickling. No breaks no slowing down.
It had been about an hour now and Fiona could see that Zara could not take much more. In fact it was at this point Zara gave out one more final squeal of desperation.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HA HA HA HA!!...............................”
Then silence. Zara had passed out from all the intense tickling and laughing. Fiona had seen enough. Her machine was a huge success. Better than she had imagined. Fiona shut it off. It buzzed and whirred as the hands stopped tickling and retracted back in to the machine. Fiona went into the room where Zara laying and started loosening the straps. The box lifted off Zara’s head, the foot brackets and stock was opened. Zara was breathing so heavy like she had just run a marathon. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her body was wet with sweat. As she came to she looked right up at Fiona, who was staring down at her.
“FUCK YOU!” Zara said moaning a little.
“So you like my machine then Zara? HA HA! Your face was priceless. How do you feel?”
“Like I said…. FUCK YOU!” Zara replied with a grin on her face.
“That was so bad! I’ve never been tickled like that before. I didn’t realize how ticklish my feet actually were. I mean I knew that were ticklish but… FUCK! How Do I feel?.....I actually feel…. Ok? My stomach hurts from laughing so hard and I have a headache because my head felt like it would pop, but other than that I’m ok yeah……surprisingly”. Zara had that puzzled look on her face.
“So what do u think of my machine? …Honestly?” Fiona asked.
“Well it tickled like hell. I was completely unable to move or stop the tickling. So I think the name is perfect. For tickling someone feet who is really ticklish and would normally be impossible to tickle… I think this machine is great.”
“So what’s the next step Fiona hmmm? Your turn next???” Zara asked with a smirk on her face.
Fiona smiled.
“No not me sweetheart I’m way more ticklish than u. I think I would go into cardiac arrest. HA! So you think you could get into this sort of thing hey Zara. I do need a partner.”
Zara looked at the ground thinking about things I guess. She caught a glance of Fiona’s feet. They were stockinged but you could see the silhouette of her perfect foot structure and gorgeous nail polish. Her big toe nail was painted coral and the rest of her smaller toes were black.
Zara looked around for a second. Looking at the machine, looking around the room. Playing with her tongue in her mouth she looked through the glass sliding doors to see a drawer labeled “syringes”. Then a drawer next to it with little vials in it.
She looked at Fiona with this devious face and said….
“So when can I start?!”
Elle
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