Robyn Gets it...  F/f 




Andrea Cole sat patiently inside her large black "SUV, and took a sip from her
starbucks coffee. She had been waiting for quite some time, but the blond
haired woman was in no hurry at all. She left work early today, to be on this
location in time. She knew timing was essential in what she was about to do.
The schools had finished just about 5 minutes now, and her target could appear
in this street any minute now. You see, Andrea Cole, aged forty and working as
a lawyer, had a very special secret. She loved to tickle kids. But it was not
the playful, fun tickles most people would think off when hearing the word
tickling. No, Andrea loved heavy, merciless tickle torture. It was a hidden
and dark love which she could suppress most of the time, but once in a while
her fantasies would have to come to life. To this end she had built a special
room under her large home. A room furnished with all the equipment she would
need to deliver a unforgettable torture for her victims. She had spent a lot
of time designing it and building it, and constantly improved it with new
ideas and diabolic new tools she discovered during her extensive research on
her favorite subject. Getting occupants for her room however, was a more
complex feat to accomplish. Being childless and quite solitary, Andrea found
herself having now choice but to follow a dark path. She abducted children.
She tried to keep it to a minimum of one kid per month, and had devised a
strategy that so far had always worked. First off, she always picked a weekend
for a tickle torture. That way, she was sure that she would not be bothered by
her work. In the weeks for her planned tickle fest, she would search for a
potential tickle in the city where she worked. She liked to tickle both boys
and girls, and she would often wait until schools were out, and then look for
that one kid that would have 'it'. She could not describe what 'it' was. It
could be the looks, the appearance or even the clothing that would make her
pick a victim. Whatever the reason, she would then spend a few days
researching. Following her 'prey' home, writing down school times and noting
the routes that were being taken. And then, on Friday, she would pounce.

Today she was waiting for a girl. She had spotted her whilst driving home from
the groceries, and she had been struck by lightning. The girl had been
probably 12 year old, and had the cutest and shy impression she had ever seen.
She had brown, quite long and curly hair, and a milky white skin. Her eyes
were dark as well. Probably brown or grey, she had not been able to get close
enough to determine that, but she would. The girl was quite an average length
for twelve year olds, but her feet. Her feet were quite big, a size 7 and a
half probably. Andrea loved feet most of all. Feet were her favorite spot to
tickle, and these feet, although only seen in black converse all-star shoes,
had to be a treasure that she could not withstand.

Her body tensed up as a by now familiar sight appeared on the corner of the
deserted suburb street. The girl came round it, walking in the almost shy way
that had caught Andrea's attention in the first place. She looked adorable.
She had her sneakers on, deep blue jeans and a purple sweater with a hoodie.
On her back was a big backpack, open at the top with a few schoolbooks
sticking out. Andrea knew that she lived only 2 blocks from her, so she had to
be fast. Praising herself for staking out on the right spot, she started her
car and began her standard approach. Casually driving up to the girl from
behind, she opened her right window.

''Hello sweetie, can you help me?'' Andrea leaned to the door as the girl
looked at her, clearly a little surprised. ''I am looking for a certain
address, and I can't find it. It's kind of frustrating, because I just know
it's nearby.''

''Eh, sure miss, which street are you searching for?'' The girl had the
sweetest voice. Andrea already imagined it vocalizing hysterical laughter and
desperate begging, but she had to stay focused.

''Radford drive twenty. Do you know it?''

The girls face turned into familiar acknowledgment as she heard the street
where she lived. All part of Andrea's cunning tactic. ''Yes! I do! I live
there. It's very close, I can tell you exactly how to drive.

''You live there?'' Andrea smiled. ''Well then, how bout we do each other a
favor? If you can tell me how to drive, I will give you a ride home. Those
books look as if you are carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Sounds like a good deal right?''

''That would be the best miss!''

Andrea praised herself lucky that she was a woman. That usually worked in her
advantage in situations like these. She popped the trunk so that the girl
could put her heavy backpack in there, and then opened the right door to allow
her in. The girl buckled the seatbelt, closed the door, and Andrea drove off.
Success so far.

''Allow me to introduce myself. I am Andrea, what's your name?'' Andrea smiled
kindly to the girl.

''I am Robyn miss. Robyn Bayton.''

What a cute name Andrea thought to herself. Knowing her victims name was
always so much fun for the verbal teasing during the tickling.

''Nice to meet you Robyn. And please, stop with the miss and stuff, I feel
like an old lady.''

Andrea carefully pulled over to the side of the road. She had been looking
around, and there was nobody in sight to see what was about to happen.

''Why are we stopping here already? It's over there!'' The girl giggled.

Andrea picked up her purse, and grabbed the cloth that was hidden in there.
Cloth filled with chloroform.

''Because, you are going to take a little nap sweetie.''

And before Robyn could react, the cloth was in her face, and darkness filled
her head ...

Feeling dizzy and groggy, Robyn woke up. The twelve year old could not clearly
remember what had happened, apart from stepping in the car with that lady,
Andrea. As tried to raise her hands to her head, she noticed something was
wrong. Something was very, VERY wrong. She could not move an inch, and it felt
as if her body was constricted with something. She opened her eyes, but it
took a few seconds for her to adjust to the bright light. As her vision came
back though, she could see to her horror what had befallen her. She laid
cocooned in what looked like a leather sleeping back. However, it was
immensely snug and tight, and pinned her arms firmly to her sides. She felt
that her wrists were cuffed to the inside of the back with padded straps,
preventing her from moving them around. The bag had a big strap around it
every 10 inches or so, placed on strategic locations so to render her as
immobile as possible. The bag closed quite well around her neck. But it did
not end there. She was lying on what seemed a padded table. The padding was
quite soft. Robyn noticed that there were 5 additional straps coming from the
table, which pinned her wrapped up body snuggly onto its surface.

The next thing she felt was that there was something in her mouth. It felt
like a rubber ball, and somehow it was fastened into place with a harness of
small straps that went around and over her head. Panicking, she raised her
head, and noticed even more absurd facts about her predicament. Looking to the
foot of the table, she saw that her head was not the only thing that protruded
from her bag mummification. Her feet poked out from the other end. They were
cuffed side by side with what looked like a enormous belt that was so broad it
ended halfway up her shins. On the belt were several metal rings. The thing
that freaked her out the most was the fact that her feet were bare however.
Robyn had never liked her feet. They were big, and that was something her
classmates had always bullied her with during gymnastics. She almost never
went barefoot, ashamed of showing her feet, and hid them in shoes or socks as
often as possible. Now however, her position seemed to focus all attention on
them, much to her dismay. Looking around, she noticed a few things about her
surroundings. She saw that she was in a white room, with a red carpet floor.
The room was filled with weird looking contraptions. Boards with holes in them
much like the pillory she had once seen in a museum. A dentist like chair with
lots of straps. A large X-shaped rack. And much more. She also noticed a large
flatscreen TV which was strangely enough placed on the ceiling above her. It
looked as if it was placed there so that a person lying on the table like her
could watch it.

Panicking, Robyn began to struggle as much as she could, and began to scream
for help. However, her bondage rendered her completely immobile beside from
wriggling her head and feet, and the gag muffled all but the slightest noise.
It was useless. A few tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes ...

''I see someone is awake at last!'' The voice came from behind her, and Robyn
froze as she heard a door close. The voice belonged to someone she had just
met, and surely enough, Andrea moved into view, standing next to the padded
table that held Robyn captive. Robyn looked at her with wide and terrified
eyes, and tried to let loose a few pleas for help. This came out muffled
again, and she started struggling again.

''You should spare your energy Robyn. Now I want you to listen really
carefully to me, is that understood?''

Robyn nodded quickly.

''You are completely helpless sweetie. Nobody can hear you; we are in a
soundproof room in my house which is located on the country side. I gagged you
to make sure that you would not waste your voice in yelling for help, not
because I was afraid someone would hear you. You fell into my trap and now you
are mine. However, I promise you you will not be harmed. Is that clear?''

It took a few seconds, but Robyn nodded.

''Now, I will take the gag away, but if you scream or even say a word, I will
put it back in for the rest of your stay here. Understood?''

Again, the immobilized girl nodded. Andrea carefully lifted her head up, and
unbuckled the ballgag. The saliva covered ball was retrieved, and a few small
coughs escaped Robyns mouth. She remained silent however, looking at her
captor with fright.

''Ok Robyn, I bet you wonder what is going to happen to you. Am I right?''

''Yes'' it came out almost as a whimper.

''You are here because I want to have a little fun with you. Fun at your
expense though, I'm afraid. Now, first off, can you move?''

Robyn was quite amazed that Andrea would ask that even though the answer was
clear enough, but decided to work with her as much as possible, afraid of
possible punishment in her current position.

''N ... no ... I can't.''

''Do you feel helpless little Robyn?''

''Yes!''

''Did you notice you had ... bare feet?''

Robyn remained silent, not understanding why that was so important.'

''Off course you did. And they are a vital part in the fun we are going to
have together. You know what, I can't wait any longer. Let's get started.''

Andrea carefully ran her fingers over Robyn's bondage, checking for any
possible slack. Robyn looked at her with morbid fascination as she unbuckled a
few straps, only to redo them even tighter, taking away the last possible
vestige of movement from Robyn's body. She then moved to the head of the
table. Without saying a word, Andrea firmly pushed Robyn's head into the
padding of the table. From the corners of her eyes, Robyn saw another strap
being pulled out from the surface. The strap had a soft, furry padding on the
inside. Smiling, Andrea carefully wrapped the strap around Robyn's forehead.
Realizing what was happening, Robyn gave of a small whimper. She heard a
click, and then felt the strap being pulled tight. Robyns head was now
immobilized as well, forcing her to watch to the ceiling. To the flat screen
TV.

Then she heard Andrea whisper into her ear. She tried to move her head, but
could not. It was hopeless.

''Robyn, I am not going to lie to you. I am going to torture you. Make you beg
for mercy, drive you insane, and then I will go on even longer. And there is
nothing you can do to stop me.''

''No! Please! Please! Don't hurt me, please!'' Robyn began to half cry, half
beg as she heard this. But her captor quickly laid her finger on her mouth.

''Sshhhh. It won't hurt. I never said it would. But if you keep begging, the
gag is coming back sweetie"..

Scared for her life now, Robyn clamped her mouth shut. Hundreds of thoughts
raced through her head. She was so helpless right now; this mad woman could do
anything to her she wanted.

''You know what, whilst I prepare myself, I'll give you a small preview of
what's to come. That's what that nice TV is for. And remember, not a word.''

Whit that, Andrea moved away from Robyn's limited arc of vision. She heard a
few clicks, and then the television screen switched on. With not much else to
look at, Robyn watched it as a picture came on.

The screen was divided into two halves. On the left half, she saw the face a
blond boy, not older then twelve, in the same restraints as her, also with a
strap around his head. The boy was not quite though. He was laughing
hysterically, eyes watery and his mouth forced open by involuntary mirth. The
reason for that, and the part that made Robyn's stomach drop a few inches, was
on the right half of the screen. She could see the soles of the boy's bare
feet, being raked over and over by a big and stiff scrubbing brush. His high
pitched laughter resounded trough the boxes of the TV as Robyn heard Andrea's
voice.

"Awww, does the brush tickle on Tommies hapless tootsies? Is it unbearable?
Too bad sweetie, the brush is not going away. It is having way too much fun
with your beautiful bare feet. Brusha Brusha!''

Robyn watched on as the boy's soles were expertly tortured to insanity, the
brush working over his arches, toes, the balls of het feet and then back to
the arches. Then the brush retreated. The boy looked pretty desperate, and
tried to regain his breath, as suddenly he began to beg frantically as a large
comb moved into view. Then the screen went black again.

Robyn was speechless. Tickling. She was horribly ticklish, and if Andrea would
do to her what she just saw, then she would die.

''I have so much delightful games we can play with your feet''

Robyn was shocked to hear that Andrea's voice now came from the foot of the
table, near her helpless bare feet.

''You know Robyn, I originally wanted to spend our time together with upper
body tickling as well. But when I took off your shoes and saw these two
gorgeous, big bare feet, I just decided that they should receive all the
attention this weekend.''

Robyn freaked. A whole weekend of tickling?! That was more than any human
being could handle! She had always found a few minutes a horrible experience,
let alone two days! Andrea went on.

''I know foot tickling techniques that will make you wish you had no feet. And
I am going to try them all little Robyn. I am going to tickle these tootsies
until you are insane. And the best part is that you are going to have the
prime time seat to your treatments, so you can enjoy the fun as much as I!''

The screen went on again. Only this time Robyn stared not at a split screen
recording, but a live feed; the screen showed her own soles, just like that of
the boy. She was going to watch her own torture.

Robyn was overwhelmed by a fast succession of horrible revelations and
flabbergasting imagery. This was unreal. She was tied up in a nightmarish
bondage setup, with her feet about to be tickled, and all this was being shown
in her face. She tried to move her head away, but to no avail, and the morbid
curiosity of what was going to happen made her eyes stick to the screen.

Robyn wanted to say something. Something that made sense. But she couldn't
find any words. Whimpering and stammering she tried to speak, but Andrea spoke
first.

"I am going to begin now. And if you can hold your laugh for thirty seconds,
I'll let you go.''

And it began. Robyn saw Andrea's hands move into view. They had long, sharp
red nails, and Andrea's began to gently stroke up and down her feet.
Immediately, they began to wriggle around in what room they had. Robyn bit on
her lip, after a giggle escaped her. She wasn't going to laugh, maybe Andrea
would get bored then. But it was horrible. Tickle sensations shot up her legs,
straight into her alert brain. She felt every stroke of Andrea's nails as they
wandered randomly over her soles. She tried to cover one foot with the other,
but Andrea just focused al her attention on the uncovered foot. Robyn tried to
count. 1 ... 2 ... .3 ... ... TICKLING! The tickling just overwhelmed
everything, demanding all attention. Andrea began to spider a little, still
keeping the tickling to a minimum. Robyn kept staring at the screen were she
could follow all the administrations that her feet were receiving. The
laughter was bubbling up from inside.

Andrea then pulled away from her feet. Robyn, relieved that the teasing had
stopped, relaxed a little to breath. Immediately, Andrea attacked her feet
again, this time tickling in Ernest. Robyn had been caught off guard, and the
tickling sensations won.

A flood of laughter escaped Robyn, as Andrea tickled all over her helpless
soles. She spidered up and down both feet, scratched at her heels, and back.
Desperately, Robyn tried to move, but she was in the most thorough bondage
possible. Andrea then grabbed her left foot, and used her thumb to push back
her toes a little. She then began to intensely tickle her arch. It was
horrible. The especially tender spot on her sole was no place to be touched
like this. Robyn's laughter shot up a pitch and her other foot flapped around.
Andrea then switched to her right foot, and repeated the process. The tickle
dance went from her left to right foot for what seemed like hours.

''AAAAHAHAHANAAHAHASTAAAAAHAHAHAP!!!!AHAHAHAAHNOOOHOHOHOHOHOPLEEEEEEHEHEHEEZZZ
''

Robyn desperately wanted this to end. She would do anything. Andrea now and
then snuck in a few tickles under her toes, making her squeal. Her toes were
her worst spot, by far. The thought of a tickling expert like Andrea proved to
be working on them, was terrifying to say the least. After an eternity of
begging, giggling and laughing, Andrea stopped tickling. Her hands moved out
of the screen, and Robyn's feet were alone again. Robyn desperately tried to
catch her breath, the tight bondage making it hard to breath. She could see a
few flushed spots on her feet, the places which Andrea had found good spots
and had tortured more intensely.

''You are one perfect victim sweetie. You are maybe the best one I had so far.
Your laughter is like music to me, and your feet are near perfect.''

Robyn wasn't sure if she liked that compliment.

''Now, it's time for some expert work. I'm going to introduce you to some
methods that I developed over years of fun.''

Robyn watched to the screen, and saw two large, stiff looking feathers moving
into view.

''P ... please ... Don't use those ... Please, I'll do anything!''

Andrea laughed.

''All I want from you is begging and suffering sweetie. Nothing more, nothing
less.''

And with that, Andrea carefully began to stroke the feathers over her soles.
Up and down, up and down.

Robyn began to giggle uncontrollably. Even this tickled, although it wasn't as
bad as Andrea's nails. It was more of a soft, teasing tickle, but it still
tickled like hell. Robyn watched as the feathers worked on. Now and then, a
feather would continue its way up, to the base of her toes. If that happened,
Robyn inserted little panicky squeals in her cascade of giggles. She scrunched
her toes to lessen the effect of the tickles, but this only led to Andrea
using the feathers on the tops of her toes, forcing her to fan them open
again, inviting the feathers back to her soles and toes.

''I love this ticklish dance your feet are doing, but let's see how you cope
with a more steady approach.''

Andrea grabbed the toes of her left foot again, and gently pulled them back.
Taking the two feathers in her other hand, she began to feather her left sole
exclusively. Robyn felt so incredibly vulnerable. Giggles and the occasional
guffaw flowed from her lungs like water. She managed to sneak in a few pleas
for mercy, but they fell upon deaf ears. Instead a steady stream of teasing.

''Does it tickle when I do that? Or how about the big toe, is that good? You
can't get away, you can only lie there, how terrible you must feel! Oooooh,
let's get back to the arches shall we?''

The feathering went on and on, as Robyn just laughed and giggled.

The feathers were followed immediately by a new technique that was even worse.
Once again firmly grabbing one foot at the time, the screen showed Robyn how
Andrea used a tiny and very stiff paintbrush to prickly and tickle in some of
her feet most overlooked spots. Between the tiny cravass were her toenail and
toe came together, the few wrinkles on her almost perfect smooth soles, and
the stems of her toes. Once again, Andrea switched from her left to her right
foot. This made Robyn squeal with ticklish frustration, the itchy tickles from
the brush a whole new sensation. Andrea was so concentrated on finding the
most horrible spots to work on, that her verbal teasing changed into hushed
whispers, talking more to herself then to Robyn.

''Yes ... . Right here ... . That's a good spot.''

''Neeeheheehe! Pleaaahese stop! Ihihits toohoho much! NAHAHA! NOT THEHEHERE!''

After 15 minutes of careful exploring with her little brush, Andrea put it
away. Robyn was already feeling quite desperate. She had noticed she had been
stripped to her underwear inside her cocoon, but it was getting pretty warm
real fast with all the tickling. How long would this go on?

''No it's time for something really tickly. I think your feet look rather
dirty. Let's clean them!''

Robyn had no idea what was going on. Then she heard a little click, and a
familiar buzzing sound drummed into her ears. Wide eyed, she watched to the
screen as the image of her bare feet was joined with an instrument she would
never have associated with tickle torture herself.

Andrea gently grabbed hold of her right foot, and lowered a very menacing
looking electric toothbrush towards it ...

Part 2

Agonizingly slow, the electric toothbrush made contact with her right foot.
Andrea gently pushed it into her arch. If she would not have been restrained
so well, Robyn would have jumped three feet into the air. Andrea laughed
evilly along as she let out an almighty scream, which dissolved into a steady
flow of laughter.

The quickly rotating bristles were gliding slowly over her sole. Andrea seemed
to be hell bend on brushing every inch of her bare foot, and slowly and
methodically moved it around. Robyn felt her eyes getting teary eyed, blurring
her vision on the screen that showed her own torture.

''If you think this is bad, wait until we get to those piggies. I'm gonna
start at your heel, and move aaaaaalll the way up. Ready?''

Robyn's answer was lost in her hysterical laughter, and it probably would have
made no difference at all. Robyn felt the brush move to her heel, and then it
began its painfully slow ascend towards her vulnerable toes. Not once the
brush lost contact with her skin, Andrea using the palm of her other hand to
keep her from bending away her foot.

''PLEEEHEHEEAAASE STOOOOHOHOHOHOP! AHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!''

The polishing torture crept into her arch, following the lazy curve, onto the
ball of her foot, made a few circles there, and then reached the stems of her
toes.

''Here we go sweetie, time to get mad.''

Andrea gently grabbed hold of her toes, and began to brush each toe one by
one, starting with her big toe. She seemed dedicated to spend as much time as
she want with each one, moving the brush over the stem, to the toe pad, back
down over the side of her toe, back up again, over the top were she let the
brush tickle between her toe and her nail, and then back towards the webbing
between her big and second toe. Robyn was out of herself. This was by far the
worst tickling so far. Her left foot flopped around in a futile attempt to
distract from the tickling, and she desperately tried to free her toes from
Andrea's grip. But it was of no use. Andrea knew exactly what she was doing.
After fifteen desperate minutes, the brush finally finished with her pinky
toe, and Andrea pulled it away. Robyn had tears of laughter streaming down her
cheeks, and her foot was still tingling from the horrible treatment it had
suffered.

''P ... please stop miss ... . I am going to die if you go on ... I will do
anything you want, I won't tell anybody about this, but please let me go!''

Robyn really was willing to do anything to stop this mad treatment.

''Don't worry cupcake, you won't die. I'll make sure that doesn't happen. But
I think you might wish for it in a while. Now sweetie, I am having way to much
fun with you. And I haven't even brushed your LEFT foot yet! I am sure it's
jealous!''

''NOOOO! NOOO!!! PLEASE!''

Once more, the terrible buzzing sound returned, drilling into Robyn's ears, as
to her horror she saw not one, but TWO brushes being raised into view.

''Happy Tickling!''

''NOHOHOHOHOAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!''

One brush was applied to her sole, and the other to the top of her left foot.
Together, the played a devilish game, trying to keep into contact with Robyn's
feet in a twisted tickle rodeo. Robyn would move her feet back, into the
caring embrace of the brush waiting for her there, and then forward again,
pushing her sensitive sole right onto the other one. Andrea also moved the
brushes around in a very random pattern, never striking the same patch of skin
twice. This kept the sensations fresh and unbridled. Robyn was still begging
for it to stop between her forced mirth, and her attempts to get mercy from
Andrea had lost their hope of succeeding. This woman was going to tickle her
bare feet until she would die, she was sure. Andrea clearly spended less time
on her left foot, and the brushes were shut off and pulled away. Robyn did not
speak. She just tried to get in as much breath without being hindered by
tickle torture as she could during this break.

''You know, you never saw the effect of the nice comb on Tommies feet. And I
bet you are very curious what happens when a well handled tool like what meets
with a pair of big bare feet like yours. You know what, why don't we find
out?''

And there it was. The large, black plastic comb moved into view. Before Robyn
could speak, the plastic teeth had found their mark. Grabbing her two big toes
firmly with one hand, and then bending them back, Andrea began to rake the
comb over both feet at once. It was big enough to do that. Once again, Robyn
found out that there seemed to be an even worse method to tickle torture feet
after everything she had already endured. She screamed loudly, her eyes wide
open, and unleashed her most desperate laughter so far. Andrea was going to
town with this. The comb travelled up and down both feet in a flurry of
motion, going side to side as well. Now and then, Andrea would quickly insert
its evil teeth between two toes, and sawed it back and forth there. This made
Robyn squeal and scream, her toes trying to crunch up, failing because of the
iron grip Andrea had on them.

''All that screaming. You are quite the Drama queen little Robyn, it is really
that bad?'' mocked Andrea. ''It's just a happy comb that want's to have fun
with you!''

Robyn wanted to stop this so badly, but there was nothing. Nothing to stop
this terrible torture from being inflicted, as she watched her tormented feet
getting rather flushed from the aggressive tickle method being used right now.
She could clench her fists, close her eyes laugh. That was all the bondage
allowed her body to do. And it was maddening. Andrea kept tickling with the
comb on and on, dragging red stripes of flushed skin here and there, went to
another part of her foot only to return to the same spot if the red strips had
disappeared too much to her liking. To her, everything was as if it should be.
These feet were MADE to be tickled; their owner only existed to experience
everything she wanted to try on them. Bare and restrained feet, being tickle
tortured.

Robyn was sure that she was going to faint now, but Andrea was an expert. If
she noticed that her treatment was getting the better of Robyn, she would slow
down just enough for Robyn to regain her composure, only to go full throttle
again.

Robyn hardly noticed the comb leaving her feet. She was sobbing, giggling and
puffing all together. She just laid there. She was being tickled into
submission, and her resolve and will had almost broken. Her entire world
seemed to be her feet now. She felt her feet, saw her feet and thought of
them, her brain haywire by all the torture.

''You know sweetie, I am getting tired of holding your feet back. And I can do
a lot to you, but I can't ask you to keep your feet steady. So why don't we do
something about your flopping footsies?''

Robyn barely believed what she heard. Was there a way to restrain her even
more then this? What was going to happen?

Andrea walked away from the table, and Robyn heard her open a closet of some
sort.

''Oooh, I can't wait to see how you look in these!''

Robyn whimpered softly as Andrea moved back to the foot of the table. She
seemed to be quit excited.

Watching the screen again, Robyn saw Andrea's hands move into view with what
seemed like a metal mini cuff, with a large thick string attached to it. She
unbuckled it, and then, with the greatest of care, clamped it snuggly around
Robyn's big toes, pinning them together. They seemed like a perfect fit.

''there ... just like that ... .''

Andrea took her time adjusting, as Robyn watched in silent terror. Her toes
were being tied up. If she would not have seen it happen, she would never have
believed that people would come up with stuff like this.

''You know, I am quite lucky to have these. There are only two people in the
states who make kid sized toe bondage, and I have the best set from the most
experienced crafter I know. Doesn't it make you proud that you are being
restrained with the best quality there is?''

Andrea giggled evilly, and continued her work. Robyn just kept watching
silently, feeling terribly hapless.

The clamp was padded with leather on the inside. It was quite snug, but not to
tight, so that the blood would be cut off. Andrea then ran the string trough
the middle ring on belt restraining her feet, and gently began to pull it back
whilst simultaneously pushing her two big toes back as well. She continued
this until her toes were stretched back to the point of it almost getting
uncomfortable, and then tied the string in a tight knot. Robyn's feet were not
completely immobile. The contraption prevented her from wiggling her toes,
moving her feet around and even from scrunching her toes. Andrea began to hum
a little tune as she picked up a tinier, new clamp. She was going to do all of
her toes! With the greatest of care, each of Robyn's further toes received a
small padded clamp, which Andrea spend lots of time with trying to get it in
place. She would put it right under the pad of each toe, making sure to leave
a little of the soft flesh from her stems visible as well. Then, each toe was
drawn back and ties off to one of the rings. Robyn whimpered as Andrea
finished her last toe (her left pinky one).

''Wow! That looks amazing sweetie. The best thing I have seen all day.''

Robyn watched at her own expertly restrained feet. Her toes were not only
drawn back, but also slightly pulled apart, inviting tickle torment to the
gaps and sides of her toes.

''You know, that if your feet are as taut as this, all the nerves get pulled
to the surface?''

To demonstrate her point, Andrea gently scratched over Robyn's outstretched
soles with her devilish nails, stiffing a giggle out of her.

''Oh please of please please don't do this!''

Robyn was going insane. Now she had nothing left to defend or move. Her body
was nothing but a toy to the horrible lady, all her attention could go to only
one thing; the tickling.

''Tough luck space cadet, here we go.''

With that, Andrea used both hands to attack the helpless feet before her. She
wandered all over the immobilized extremities of Robyn's body. Scratching,
spidering, drawing figures, she used her nails like a true tickle artist.
Robyn was not impressed by the skill of Andrea's tickling fingers though. She
was way too busy laughing herself to the brink of despair. She tried anything
to move her feet, to pull them away or to get her toes free from the
restraints. All the signals she signaled to her feet to do so however, were
met with the same conclusion; she was completely helpless. Once again tears
were flowing from the corners of her eyes, and her brown curly hair was stuck
to her face in sweaty patches. The inside of the bag was wet from sweat too.
It made her feel dirty and itchy, further adding to the torture.

Andrea's demonstration, showing how effective the toe bondage was, lasted much
longer than Robyn would have wanted. She no longer had any sense of time, and
the words she tried to form to beg and plea were incoherent and desperate.

''Now, I have one more tickle upgrade in store for you. You probably keep
hoping that you've reached the end of the long road of torment, that it can't
get any worse. Am I right?''

'' ... ..yes ... .'' It came out in the most frightened, desperate way. Andrea
was beside herself with glee, although Robyn could not see it.

''Guess what? It's gonna get even worse than this. Much worse.''

Robyn heard a bottle being opened, and a squirting sound. It sounded like a
little fart, the bottle was clearly almost empty. Then, Andrea's hands moved
into view again, covered in a generous amount of white cream. And much to her
surprise, they begin to massage the cream into her feet. This was something
completely different! Robyn moaned softly, that's how great it felt after all
the torture.

"There we go. Relax sweetie. All the better to get your nerves calmed down
before we go on.''

The massage went on for about five minutes. Andrea made sure to cover Robyn's
feet with a ridiculous amount of cream. Robyn looked on as Andrea wiped her
hands clean. Her feet felt odd. The cream was dissolving into her feet with a
weird, tingly feeling.

''The cream I just smeared over your feet is a little invention of my own. I
call it Sensice. It's a mixture of moisturizing cream, oil, and baby powder.
The ultimate combination to make a foot so much more supectible to tickle
torture. It will be glorious. Especially after this.''

The relative silence of the room was disturbed with a high whining noise, and
Robyn had only seconds to realize that Andrea had aimed a hair dryer on her
soles.

''This is called roasting. I off course am not going to literally roast the
soles of your feet, but heat them up in combination with the cream. That will
lead to the cream's effect intensifying, as well being an amusing torture!''

There was nothing amusing about it. Robyn winced and begged as the hair dryer
heated up her soles way past the comfort zone. The burning warmth of the
device was slowly moving over her outstretched feet, Andrea making sure to
treat each foot entirely. In addition to the heat, the tingly feeling
increased enormously, and Robyn so badly wanted to move her feet away. The
hair dryer was removed, and now Robyn was truly scared. For what was about to
befall her was, to her, the stuff of nightmares. Her feet felt so incredibly
sensitive. Andrea gently blew on the sole of her right foot, and Robyn
squealed by how intense it felt.

''Now, my sweet torture toy, it's time to break you.''

Andrea had retrieved a big, flat hairbrush. It had metal rods capped with
pink, plastic nubs, and a switch.

''This is my most cherished tickle tool. It knows a very special trick, and it
loves to work on feet. And guess what? I am going to use it on your feet
Robyn. Your helpless, big, bare and beautiful feet, and I won't stop till you
are crazy.''

Robyn whimpered in utter terror, as Andrea flipped the switch; the hairbrush
began to hum. It was a vibrating one.

In an inevitable motion, the brush made contact with her feet, and Andrea
begin to vigorously scrub the bare flesh in front of her. Robyn let out an
almighty wail, and as her voice transformed into the most hysterical laughter
she had ever produced, she called out desperately for her mother.

Part 3

Robyn had been broken. The hairbrush was the worst thing she had ever felt on
her feet. It topped everything Andrea had thrown at her by far. The terrible
tickling, intensified by the intense vibrations shooting trough each
individual spike on the brush, raced up her legs straight into her tickle
liquefied brain. She could not think straight anymore, the tickling engulfed
her. Her laughing became silent now and then, if Andrea would employ the right
technique. She would drive the brush sideways, working on both soles at the
time. She would scrub relentlessly up and down on one foot, drawing howls and
shrieks from her tortured little princess. She would run the brush over the
toes, which made Robyn tuck at her toe bondage so hard that the skin would
turn a little white, but simply could not escape. The cream had made her feet
so soft that there was almost no friction. And she just went on. Andrea no
longer spoke, contempt with torturing the helpless feet in front of her. She
was in heaven, poor Robyn in hell. Small puddles had formed on either side of
her head, were the journey of her tears came to an end. And the worst thing of
it all was that she could watch every agonizing minute from her ordeal on the
horrible television screen. There was simply no escape.

Andrea knew she had broken the young girl. She had done it many times.
Sometimes her victims would put up a fight, but she always emerged on top, her
tormented subjects broken by her horrific administrations. This young girl had
been terrified from the beginning, her will and resolve already low. The fact
that she was in Andrea's most restraining bondage setup had also helped with
that. She knew how much worse tickling was if no part of the body could move.
Maybe she had blown away all her powder on this session, but then again, she
really wanted to torture this girl, so it did not matter.

A fresh scream pierced the room as Andrea dug the hairbrush into the plump
heels of the restrained feet. They had become flushed and red by now,
completely tickled pink. Marvelous.

Robyn was getting bubbly and dizzy in her head. The unrelenting tickle torture
was making it quite difficult to breath, not to mention being extremely
exhausting. She had lost her sense of time, and was floating on waves of
tickle torture. She was isolated in a world made from torment, every single
one of her senses being confronted by the tickling she was receiving. Then,
just as she thought she was going to faint, the brush retreated.

Robyn coughed and desperately tried to gulp in some air.

''There, that was quite the ride. I must admit I haven't had this much fun in
months! And these big feet have so much room to tickle. You must be happy with
these big, ticklish, and cute bare feet.''

Andrea placed a lot of emphasis on the word feet. It was so awkward. Robyn did
not care. Part of her was somewhere else, trapped in a maze of her own tickle
electrified brain.

''I think, little Robyn, you deserve a break. You've took your torment like a
big girl. Not that you had much choice off course. I think I am going to take
a bath upstairs, and that will allow you to rest a little.''

Andrea moved to Robyns face.

''But that does not mean I will leave you in complete peace.''

Giggling evily, she once again moved away, too probably to the locker from
which she had retrieved the toe restrains earlier. Robyn just panted, her eyes
barely capable of registering the screen where her feet were still staring at
her.

Andrea moved back, and took her seat at the foot of the table once more. Robyn
noticed that she had put on rubber gloves, much like those her dentist would
wear. Being scared of the dentist a little, this freaked her out quite a bit.

''Wha ... what are you going to do?'' Robyn asked with the weakest voice, her
throat aching a little from all the forced laughter it had produced.

Andrea opened a pot of some sort, and took a generous amount of blue looking
gel from it. She spread the contents over her palms, and then began to massage
it into Robyn's waiting feet.

''Just a little surprise to keep you occupied while I'm gone sweetie. You are
going to be driven crazy by it, I am sure.''

Robyn began to struggle weakly, not knowing what was going to happen. For all
she knew, this stuff was going to melt her soles! But that did not happen. As
Andrea rubbed the gel over and in between her toes, Robyn noticed something
happening at her soles. It began lightly. A slight, minimalistic itching
feeling. But it gradually began to feel more and more intense. Robyn squeeled.

''What is that?! It's itching!''

Andrea finished up, making sure each toe was covered in the gel.

''This, my dearest prisoner, is itching gel. It is about ten times as worse as
the powder you can buy in party shops. It's industrial strength, so to speak,
and it was used back in the eighties for interrogating KGB agents. I happen to
have laid my fingers on a little supply. I don't use it often, but when I do,
it has the perfect effect. It's not tickling, but I think you will agree soon
enough that it is almost as bad!''

Robyn had already noticed how bad it was getting. The itching was unbearable.
Her feet seemed to be on fire, as if a million ants were crawling and biting
into her soles at the same time. And now the feeling began to spread over her
toes as well!

''Eeeek! AAAGH! PLEASE GET IT OFF! AAAAAH! EEEEEAAAAA!''

Robyn tried so desperately to rub her feet together, tugging at her bonds, but
nothing. Andrea ignored her pleas.

''I will be upstairs. The gel will stop working in an hour or two, maybe Ill
be back to take it off, maybe not.''

She gave the begging girl a quick tousle. ''See you later sweetie!''

With that, she left the desperate girl to her torture. As she looked around,
she saw two helpless twitching bare feet, being devoured by the itching gel,
just as it should be. Absolutely, just as it should be.

Robyn was barely aware of the fact that Andrea had reentered the room. For
what had seemed like an eternity, she had endured the terrible itching
torture. It had gotten so much worse than in the beginning. It was awful. It
was just as bad as tickling. She was sobbing, desperate for it to end, but it
did not. She had even pleaded to the screen, pleaded to her bondage to set her
free. But off course, the inanimate objects had shown any mercy. She just had
to lie there, and suffer the torture.

Andrea walked over to the table, agitated. Her little toy had already been put
up as missing. Keeping her here for the entire weekend might compromise
things. She was beside herself with frustration, having made to decision to
end this tonight. But before that, she would go to town one more time!

''Enjoying the gel, trooper?''

A teary eyed Robyn looked at her with the most desperate look ever, and simply
begged. She begged for her to take away the terrible itching.

''PLEASE MISS, MAKE IT STOP PLEASE OH PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEASE!''

The despair in her voice was obvious.

''I can make it stop sweetie, but if I do, the tickles return. Do you want
that?''

''YES! YES! ANYTHING BUT THIS MISS, PLEASE! I BEG YOU MISS!!!''

''Beg for me to tickle you. Beg me for tickles, and I'll make it stop.''

''PLEEEEZZZZ TICKLE ME! TICKLE ME TICKLE ME BUT MAKE IT STOP!''

Andrea smiled again. One more sign that she had this girl in her pocket.

''Alright sweetie, your command is my wish.''

Luckily for Robyn, the gel was removed quite easily. Since it was a gel, it
would not get rubbed into the skin like powder usually was, and it could be
washed off with a damp piece of cloth. Or, in Robyn's case, scrubbed away with
a stiff brush.

The moment Andrea's stiff nylon haired brush began to scrub Robyn's arch, the
girl was back at laughing. It was a laugh filled with surrender and
acceptance. Robyn laughed, getting tickled once more. For all she knew, she
would be here forever, getting tickled on her feet for the rest of her days.
Andrea would have wanted nothing more no doubt, put that just could not
happen. The risks were too great. But for now, these feet were still going
nowhere. She used the brush like a true expert, working it over the balls in
circular motions, up and down the arch, and digging into the heels. Robyn's
head was getting red, having received almost no respite from maddening
sensations on her feet in the last five hours. Andrea now and then would
squirt a little soapy water on her feet, making the brush slight effortlessly
over the taut skin. The water and gel slowly flowed from the tormented bare
feet, into the special little draining hole located under the foot restraints.
When Robyn's soles had been cleansed from the gel, Andrea switched to a set
off pipe cleaners to work on the poor girls toes. This drew entire new
symphonies of laughter from the girl. Andrea was surprised that despite all
the torture, the girl's reactions were still mostly fresh and genuine. She
twisted the prickly fabric in between the tied up piggies, working on every
inch of the soft and sensitive flesh. Robyn was going mad. It felt as if
determined hairy caterpillars were trying to eat her toes. Andrea kept up the
(to her) playful torture for about twenty minutes, switching back and forth
between brushing her soles and pipe cleaning her toes. Even though the gel had
already been removed. Andrea gently scribbled her nails over Robyn's feet,
reducing the laughter to giggles and squeals again.

''You know sweetie, I think I like these feet a lot. I like time so much, I
would like to find out ... how they taste.''

Slowly, Andrea moved forward. It was time for one of her favorite parts. Boy
or girl, she loved feet. She loved them so much, she would indulge herself
with them. And now it was time for Robyn to have her feet subjected to
Andrea's most personal tickle torture.

Slowly, she ran her tongue over Robyn's immobilized left arch.

Robyn saw the back of Andrea's head. She already had a feeling what was going
to happen after Andrea mentioned the word taste, but the feeling of a hot and
wet tongue gliding over her foot still surprised her. Robyn began to giggle
uncontrollably, the licking of her foot the weirdest thing so far. It was kind
of gross, and tickled like mad, but she doubted Andrea would listen to her
arguments. So instead, Robyn just gave in. She laughed, giggled and squirmed
as Andrea licked each sole one after the other. She would go from her heel,
slowly, all the way to the base of the toes, and then to the other foot.
Sometimes she would do the same foot twice, or hovered into place above her
arch, were it tickled most. Andrea's tongue proved to be a capable tickling
tool as Robyn watched her soles getting wet with saliva. Then, new shock ran
up her leg as Andrea gently bit in the ball of her left foot. Robyn screeched,
and before long was laughing out loud as Andrea began to nibble and chew
gently on her soft feet. Andrea chose her attacks with care, making sure that
Robyn could not get used to this new torment. And after a while, she moved up
to her favorite spot, much to her victims horror; the toes. A wonderful
''PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZ'' was inserted into Robyn's laughter as Andrea began
to lick in between the toes, and nibbled on the vulnerable toe pads. She just
smiled, ignoring the pleas and agonized shrieks from her toy. She made sure to
spend quite some time with each toe, and went back and forth at least twice.
Halfway, she also brought in her nails to gently scratch at the abandoned
soles, making sure that they received some love as well. Robyn did the only
thing she could, and had been doing so far; laughing herself silly. Andrea
just loved this. Andrea spended at least thirty minutes licking Robyn's feet.
They tasted slightly salt, and were soft and creamy. Perfect feet to work on
with one's tongue, though Andrea.

Robyn was relieved as this weird treatment finally ended. She sighed in
relief. Her respite was short lived however. She noticed a slight tugging at
her toes, and saw that Andrea was turning something behind her feet. Somehow,
this seemed to make the rings to which her toe bondage was attached to draw
back a little, causing her feet to be pulled back even further. They were now
as tight as possible, and Andrea continued with smearing on a slick layer of
warm oil. This made Robyn cringe with fear.

''Little Robyn, I had so much fun with you. But all good things must come to
an end. Your feet are the perfect playthings, and therefore I will treat you
with a proper farewell. For now, young Robyn, you will die ... ''

The dread humming sound of the vibrating hairbrush returned, and filled
Robyn's head with dread. Die?! Would she be tickled to death now!?! Before she
could react however, Andrea moved the vibrating hairbrush and the comb to her
helpless feet, and began the most ruthless tickle torment so far. Scrubbing
the brush over her soles, and sawing between her toes with the comb, Robyn was
lost immediately in hysterical screaming laughter. Her jaws and chest ached
within minutes, and this time Andrea did not seemed to stop. The brush and
comb worked over her feet in random patterns, but not once did Andrea allow
either of them to relinquish contact with Robyn's feet. She just worked on and
on. No pity, no mercy. And after twenty minutes of nonstop tickle torture,
Robyn mercifully succumbed to a blackout.

''I cannot believe how lucky she has been ma'am. There are more than enough
dark minded people out there who could have done terrible things with her.''
The police officer finished writing his report, as Andrea Cole watched an
unconscious and still barefoot Robyn being carried into her house. Unbeknown
to her and others, Andrea had injected her with a special serum that would
erase her memories from the last three days. More then enough to make sure
that she would never recall her torture at Andrea's hands. Her mother, who had
the same curled hair as Robyn, was beside herself with relief. It was quite
late, and several neighbors clad in their pajamas came outside to watch the
spectacle.

''The reason why she ran away after school remains a mystery though. She had
no reason to do so according to her parents, and jet you found her nearly 10
miles outside the city!''

Andrea shrugged.

''The point is, she is home now. I am just glad I came across her. The poor
thing must have collapsed due to exhaustion. The fact I could contribute to a
happy ending makes my somewhat proud though.''

''And rightfully, you should feel so ma'am. Well, we might ask you to fill in
a report on what happened. But we will call you if needed. For now, I think
you best head home. You have quite a drive ahead, if I am correct.''

Andrea smiled.

''Yes, I do. Thank you officer, you and your men did a good job as well.''

The last pleasantries were exchanged between Robyn's parents and Andrea, and
then she drove off.

Andrea carefully placed the disk titled ''Robyn'' between two others named
''Rebecca'' and ''Shaun''. Her secret library of torture DVD's, located next
to her basement, was growing bigger each month. Underneath it, Robyn's shoes
and socks were carefully inserted into a special niche in the wall. This was
her collection. And she could not wait for her next add on.