Tickle Time

You take the feather and take it to her. She knows what you are going to do and begs you.

"Please, dont you tickle me! You dont know what you are doing."

You smile ... you know exactly what you are doing. You take it to the front of the stocks and you gently and slowly stroke the feather down her soles. She lets out a cute little giggle. You take the feather up and down her sole as she giggles more. You bring up your free hand and use it to tickle her other foot. She bursts into histerics.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA STOP HAHAHA YOU DONT KN HAHAHAHA KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

You do not listen to her and bring the feather up and stroke it along the tips of her toes, in between them, up and down her sole again. Her toes squirm and wriggle, she clenches her feet to catch the feather in her toes, but you make her let go by using your fingernails against her sole. She unclenches and the feather drops to the floor. He drop to your knees to retreive it but then you here a voice.

"What are you doing here?"

A male voice says. He pulls out a gun and fires a blue ray at you. You notice your hands are turning into hooves and you slowly become a goat. More men enter: "Look what we have here." they say as they appear next to you. One picks up a bucket.

"Hey kid, you hungry?"

He says. He then upturns the bucket and pours honey down on the womans feet. She squirms and screams NOOOOO as you, not being able to fight your goat tempations, lick the honey off her bare soles. Licking her toes, arches, and soles. The men all laugh as they look on.

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