The torture

"Megan" you say "NO! Why me? Please no!!!" Megan asks and begs. One of the pyrot puts Marissa's socks, soaked with sweat, back on along with her worn shoes, but doesn't untie her, on the contrary, he ties her with a rope all over her body, leaving untouched only her breasts, putting some tape on her mouth and blindfolding her. After that, he just put her on a sofa : she cannot move at all.

When this was happening, another pyrot ties Megan the same way as Marissa, but with much more effort, although he doesn't touch her face. "ow...see how this little girl with such smelly feet struggles to escape! How cute! Ahahaha" the pyrot teases her."My feet don't stink you idiot!!" she replies."Wanna have a sniff?" asks the pyrot and as he does it, he rubs two fingers on the sweaty soles in a way that doesn't tickle and put them just under the girl's nose, closing her mouth with the other hand so that she is compelled to smell. After this, he hangs her by her feet on a platform such that only her feet are visible.

The soft, tender, smelly, sweaty and sensitive feet stay there, waiting to be touched and to send Megan into hysterics. Cruelly, the pyrot ties , one by one, the little toes to the ground, so as not to let the poor girl curl her feet in an attempt to suffer less. Then, the torture begins.

The pyrot starts slowly , running one finger straight over her left sole. As his finger gets damped with foot sweat, the girl who owns the foot breaks into laughter "AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHH NO PLEASE!PLEASE! PLEAAASEEEEEE!!" Megan begs. Hearing the pleads, the pyrot speeds up the tickling, now using both hands on both feet , giving light but rapid and effective strokes.

10 minutes pass by this way, with Megan who could do nothing to lessen her sufferance but laugh and cry. In her attempt to move, you can only see her swinging , her body sweating, her eyes full of tears, with drops of both sweat and tears falling on the ground now and then. The pyrot now knows all the wrinkles on her feet, along with her most sensitive spots. He found one just in the middle of the sole, and settled there for a long time.

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