"Lady says she needs a trim and a ped-ee-cure!" declared Big Madge.
"Whut's that?" asked a puzzled Missy Daniels. Big Madge explained:
"Well, that's when they gussy up a gal's feet, makin em all smooth and
purty."
Linda Lou Hankins crouched down and stared intently at the bare
feet helplessly protruding from the stocks. Embarrassment joined anger; Rita Stone was self conscious about another woman peering at her bare feet. The were big; even for a six foot woman. Part of the reason Rita pampered them so was so they could stand being cooped up in a pair of high heels all day. The skin was butter soft; not even a trace of callous. When she flexed them, the soles formed hundreds of delicate nooks and creases. Her toes were long and tapered elegantly. The nails were painted a sassy shade of red.
"Golly, Miz Stone, Y'all sure have some big feet! Reckon we oughta call you "Olive Oyl", like the carton lady with the big feet."
Rita glared; the indignity of having her bare feet "studied" by this
cretin! As Rita seethed, Missy Daniels knelt down. A puzzled look
formed on the honey haired beauty's face.
"Gee, Madge, Miz Stone don't look like she needs no ped-ee-cure. Why
her foot looks all soft and silky; like a baby's behind!" Then, without warning, Missy placed her index finger on the captive brunette's left heel. The fingernail sunk slightly into the tender flesh. Rita's eyes flashed to see what the dumb blonde was doing! Suddenly, Missy drew the fingernail from heel to toes in a single brisk motion.
"...And while you rot in jail, I'm going to personally see to it that
your families are evicted from...Oh, oh dear...OOOOOHHHHH...(Ahem)
D-d-don't do that."
The gorgeous model looked uncertainly at the small town beauty.
Although it had only been stroked once, her left foot flexed
uncomfortably for several seconds, as though trying to rid itself of an unwelcome sensation.
"Don't do what, Miz Stone?" asked Missy stupidly. "All I did was touch your foot...like this!" Missy again drew her index finger up and down the now wriggling sole.
"OOOOHHHHH!" squealed Rita, shutting her eyes and biting her lip.
"That! Don't do that!"
Big Madge pressed Linda Lou and Missy aside and leaned down.
Her big ugly face was only inches away from Rita Stone's pretty profile.
"Why Miz Stone." the big woman grinned menacingly. "Don't tell me your ticklish? A big sophisticated city lady like you? Ticklish?"
Rita Stone's glamorous face went ghostly white. The full extent
of her plight hit her like a ton of bricks. She was bound, helpless.
At the mercy of a group of women whose husbands she's been screwing.
And she was barefoot...Barefoot! She looked in desperation; a few feet away were her imported Italian high heels, worth hundreds! But they were useless to her. Involuntarily, her naked toes wriggled and
squirmed, drawing unwanted attention.
"N-no..." Rita tried in vain to sound confident. Her mouth was very
dry. "I-I-I-I'm not...not, um...(gulp) not ticklish...not at all. L-listen, I'm...I'm sorry for the things I said. J-Just let me go and I'll forget the whole thing...Okay?"
Rita Stone was ticklish. Extremely ticklish! The soles of her
feet were EXQUISITELY ticklish! And she was about to be tickled. By
women who hated her! Who could do whatever they pleased to her
defenseless bare feet!
"Olive Oyl's not ticklish?" snarled Linda Lou, incredulously.
"We'll jest see about that!"
The skinny blonde twirled her finger menacingly as she circled
it slowly toward the helpless feet.
"P-Please. W-we can work something out...I-I can pay you...I-I can...Oh no ...No Please... I-I-I ...AH HA HA HA HA...NO ...TEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... STO-HA-HA-HOP ...OH, OH GOD...oh.. oh..." Thank you. Thank you for stopping. I-I've learned my lesson. Let me go and I won't give you any more trouble!"
"Why Rita, uh...may I call you Rita?" Big Madge mocked the captive
brunette beauty. "You are too ticklish. Real ticklish! Now Linda Lou, you stop tickling Miz Rita right now..Y'all gotta wait your turn jest like everybody else!" Rita looked at Big Madge with horror.
"Wait your turn?!? Rita repeated the phrase in disbelief.
"Oh no... y-y-y-you c-can't be serious... y-you can't! I-I mean...you
wouldn't! OH NO! It...It's true! You're going to take turns...Tickling me! You're going to take turns tickling my feet...on the soles of my bare feet!
Big Madge reached out, gingerly for such a brutish woman. Very
firmly, she took hold of the big toe of Rita's right foot. She tugged
it gently, and recited.
"Thi-i-i-is little piggy went to market...."
"Oh God, No! Please Mrs. Johnson..."
"...and this little piggy stayed home!"
"...Madge, th-this is ridiculous..."
"This little piggy had roast beef..."
"...we're both grown women, this is not way to settle our
disagreement..."
"...and this little piggy had none!"
"...Madge! Please! This is...it's humiliating and..."
"...and TTTHHHHHIIISSSSS little piggy..."
Rita Stone stared into the big woman's eyes, pleading. Her own eyes
were brimming with tears. Her lip trembled in anticipation.
"Don't." she whispered.
"...is TICKLISH!" Big Madge shouted joyously, digging her fat fingers
into Rita's vulnerable sole. "Yeee-Hah ...A KITCHY KITCHY KOO-OO ... AH GOTCHA, RITA. AH GOTCHA GOOD ... HOW YEW LIKE IT SUGARFOOT ...A TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!"
"AAAAAHHHH HA HA HA HA ....HEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ...N-NO NO NO
NO NO ...AHA HA HA HA ....PLEEEASE ...AH HA HA HA ....NOOOOOOO ....IT
T-TICKLES ....HA HA.... IT TICKLES .... IT TICKLES!"
The other women cheered their approval as Rita approached hysteria. For her part, Madge Johnson was loving every minute. The tall haughty beauty who was trying to steal both her husband and her
hometown was in tickling agony. With an almost surgical precision, Big Madge explored the helplessly exposed soles. Each second uncovered new areas of exquisitely sensitive flesh. Nerve rich areas to stimulate and torture. Rita Stone's composure and dignity were dissolving like ice on a hot Georgia afternoon, due to the merciless tickling of her soft vulnerable soles.
"HA HA HA HA HA...NOOOO....TEE HEE HEE HEE... P-P-PLEASE! ST-AH-HA HA HA-OP! I-I CAN'T STAND IT... AH AHA HA HA...NO MORE... HEHEHEEE... NOT ON THE FEEEEEET! NOT ON MY FEE-HEE-HEEEET! OH GOD! NO
MORE! HAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA ANYTHING! ANYTHING BUT TICKLING!...
AAAAAIIIIEEEEYA AHA AHA HA HA....MY BARE FEET... HA HA HA HA HAAAAII
WWAHHHSHS HAHA HA... NO ... NO.. NOT BETWEEN MY TOES... NO! NO! NO!
YAAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...DON'T TICKLE MY
T-T-T-TOOOOOOOEEEEEEESSSSS A AHA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAIIIIEEEE!"
Rita Stone was unpersuasive! Madge Johnson dug her fat fingers
into the fleshy pad just under the brunette beauty's long elegant
toes...and began to wriggle them vigorously! Peals of helpless laughter erupted from the bound woman's throat at this latest assault.
"Quit hoggin all the fun, Madge!" complained Linda Lou Hankins. "We
all want a turn at the big sl*t!"
"Dammit, Linda Lou, me and Rita here's jest gittin acquainted, ain't
that so Rita? Looky here how she loves it when I draw these lil circles on her big toes! Say how much y'all love it Miz Stone. Ah wanna hear you say it; say "Ah love it, big Madge! Ah love the way you tickle me! Say it b*tch, or I'll tickle you to death!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHAA HA HA HA HAAAAA....EEEEEEIIIIIIEEEE HEEEE HEEEE
HEEE AHA HA HA HA HA HA-A-A-ALRIGHT...I-I-I-I LOVE IT...I LOVE IT...HA
HA HA...W-WHEN YOU T-T-TICKLE MEE HE HEEEE .. ONLY PLEASE...STOP IT...I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE...I-I'M LOSING MY MIND...AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA AAAIIIEEEE I BEG YOU... NO MORE TICKLING! NO MORE TICKLING!"
Finally, big Madge Johnson stopped tickling Rita Stone...and
Linda Lou Hankins started! Followed by Missy Daniels, and Barbara Sue
Babcock, and Charlotta Smith, and...! One hour later, the assembled
ladies of Carter city, Georgia were chatting happily in the old beauty
parlor. It was very clear that a certain glamour girl from New York
would no longer be a problem!
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