Once gorgeous and sophisticated, Rita Stone looked like Hell!
Her pretty face was slumped toward her swollen tits. Her breath cam in gasps. Long mascara tears rolled freely down her haggard face. Her big bare feet were still thrust helplessly through the restraining stocks. They flexed defenselessly in a steady rhythm. The tender soles, once creamy white, were tinged a bright pink! For over an hour, Rita Stone's soft, sexy hyper ticklish feet had been the subject of constant, merciless attention. Fingers, feathers, tongues, hairbrushes; each in turn had drawn streams of helpless laughter from the beautiful captive ... and her head gleamed like a cue ball!
"Light Trim and a pedicure!" The ladies had shouted in delight when big Madge produced the shears. Missy had jealously grabbed a hank of Rita's lush dark hair, roughly pulling the brunette beauty's head back. Big Madge positioned the clippers at the edge of the beauty's hair line.
"Y-Y-YOU CAN'T (gasp)..." the divorcee was exhausted from her endless
tickle torture. "I-I-I MEANYOU WOULDN'T!" The clippers buzzed on. They hummed ominously at the edge of the
hairline. "Don't!" Shouted Rita Hoarsely. And the clippers cut a hairless swath to the base of Rita's skull. Over and over the clippers hummed. Rita Stone watched in shock as more and more of her lush mane piled on the floor. She began to cry.
"Cain't have y'all cryin, Miz Rita!" Sneered Missy. "Y'all gonna love it when we're finished!" The cruel blonde selected a feather.
"Cheer up wh*r* KOOTCHY KOOTCHY KOOOOO!"
The sensory overload was too much for the tortured beauty. A
straight razor was putting the final touches on her head, as the lather was sc****d away, it revealed only naked skin. Bald. they were shaving her completely bald! And she was laughing about it because that little b*tch was tickling her bare feet again!
"...Boo hoo hoo..L-look w-what you're doing to me...M-M-M-MY
HAIR...my poor hair...It's ...I-I'm BALD! You've shaved my head
completely bald...(sob)..what am I going to do now...I'M
BALD..wh-what?..oh no, not your fingernails...not again...you sharpened them on purpose. No! Stay away with those! Please don't tickle my feet again! Not there! Not like that! Not with those nails! NooooooAAAHA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAYYYYAA WAH WHS HAA HA HA HA HA HEEEE HEEE HEEE HEEE AHA H HA A A HA HA HAAAAIIIIEEEE...PLEASE! STOP! I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! I'M GOING CRAZY! I'M LOSING MY MIND!!....THE TICKLING! NO MORE NO MORE EEEEEE HE HEEE HEEE HEEA AHA LAHA HA HA HA HA YYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Linda Lou Hankins produced a cheap camera and began snapping
pictures of the hysterical Rita. Other women posed with the bound
beauty, mockingly massaging her hairless head. there was no need to ask Rita to smile for the camera; the entire time, Missy Daniels was busy with her long cruel nails, tickling the bare soles of Rita's
feet...mercilessly!
"Hmmm, wonder if my husband would find you attractive now, baldy!"
"Keep it up Missy. This wh*r*'s got it comin! Do under her toes!
Yeah, like that! It drives the little sl*t crazy!"
"Gee Miz Stone, Ah'd probably be cryin if I wuz shaved bald. Y'all sure are a good sport, laughin about it and all!"
"Y'all mind if I just rub your head for luck, Miss Tickle Toes?"
A totally humiliated Rita Stone was marched through the streets of
Carter city - still bound, still naked, still bald! The crowd of
vengeful women followed; jeering the rich woman's every step. The
beaten brunette hopped ridiculously from foot to foot as she stepped on to the sizzling Georgia blacktop.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH...EEEEEHHHHHH...OOOUUUUCCCCHHH.. .TH-TH-THE TAR..IT'S HOT! IT'S SO HOT!...IT'S BURNING MY FEET!" screamed Rita.
"Git a long, girl!" laughed Linda Lou Hankins, applying a car antenna
to Rita's quivering vulnerable ass cheeks. "It's only ten blocks to the train station!"
Children gawked, old maids blushed, and most men averted their
eyes sheepishly as the ladies of Carter city marched the naked beauty who had tried to buy their town (and their men) straight to the train
station.
"Where's the mail car?" Big Madge asked an astonished Arnold Twilling.
"Third c-car down, Miz Johnson." stammered Arnold. "Uhh Miz Stone...is that you?"
"Yes for God's sake! Help me! Look what they've done! First, they
kidnapped me, then they tickled my feet, and then (sob)...then they cut off my hair!"
The assembled ladies stared menacingly. Arnold went back to his
sweeping.
When the mail car was reached, Rita was forced to bend over a
rail. The words "New York City" were written on her ass in permanent
marker and a one cent stamp, pasted to her trembling butt. The doors of the mail car were thrown open, revealing two frightened tramps. The bums stared incredulously at the mob of women and their bald prisoner. Finally, Big Madge Johnson broke the tension.
"Y'all got room for one more passenger, boys?"
The tramps nodded uncertainly.
"As y'all can see, Miz Stone here don't have her purse, but she'll be
happy to pay her way to New York in trade!"
Rich, gorgeous, powerful Rita Stone was passed into the eager arms of the two derelicts! In the distance, a whistle blew and the train began to ease out of the station. One bum began to unfasten his
pants.
"Have fun, Miz Stone, with your two new beaus!" jeered Missy Daniels
"If she gives you any trouble, just try ticklin' her feet. It really
turns her on."
As the train pulled from the station, A hysterical Rita Stone could be heard laughing into the distance.
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