Off to teachers torture chamber

"No not that. Anything but that." You beg. Her perfectly manicured fingernails begin to caress your helpless bare arches. The intense ticklish sensation shoots from your soles up into your legs. Her fingers flutter lightly from heels to toes as you shriek with laughter. This is the worst torture yet. You're feet burn with ticklish agony. "NOOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOORE!" You manage to cry out. "PLEEEEEEASE NO MOOOOORE! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I'LL DO ANYTHIIING! JUST PLEASE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOOP!" Suddenly she pauses. "Anything?" She asks. "Yes anything." You say in desperation. Tears of laughter in your eyes. "Just stop torturing my poor feet and let me out of here." She thinks for a moment. "OK, I'll let you out on one condition." "Anything you want." You say. She smiles again. "Very well then...in exchange for your release you have to come back home with me to my private tickle dungeon. Once there you'll spend the next two days as my personal tickle toy." "What?" You say in astonishment. "Are you kidding me?" She places her fingers on your soles again. "It's either that..." she says. "Or..." she rakes her fingernails down your soles from your toes to your heels. AHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!" You scream. "OK, OK, I'm yours!" "Excellent." She says. "Lets get going."

Written by Tickle Master

Kidnapped

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