Those Silly Girls
(Published on Tuesday, February 10, 2004)
This story was submitted by Tower982002@yahoo.com.

Disclaimer: As this is an adult site, and appropriate roleplaying should be acceptable,
it should go without explanation that if this story was actually true, it would be
criminal, and prosecutions could very well take place. Be responsible in your real life.
Don't get criminal with your fetish. Instead, roleplay with consenting adults.

Editor's note: We have to assume that the girl who is tormented in this story
ultimately enjoys what is being done to her. Otherwise, it's non-consensual,
and of course inapproriate. Allowing for dramatic license, enjoy the story.

Frankie and Liz were making their way back to the dorms after a long night out on the town.  The two freshmen spent the night dancing and drinking at some local parties on campus.  They proceeded across campus holding onto each other as they laughed about all the corky guys that asked for their digits.

Sabrina was having the time of her love.  She was the all American girl.  With short wavy black hair, a freckly face, and a terrific smile you could not help but admire her.  Always laughing and turning things into a joke she had a way of putting people at ease. The entire building loved to sneak into her room to say hello or ask what she was doing, they all wanted to be with her.

Sabrina was confused; she was the most popular girl in her girl’s dorm, so why did they haze her.  As she was getting ready to join her floor and head out to the parties she was gang tackled, then tied down in the center of the floor.  They used heavy duct tape around her arms and legs to keep her still.  Then the gang of girls tied rope around her arms and feet and attached the rope to the bed frames in the rooms.  So there she lay, her foot facing one door and her arms another.  Strong out the width of the hall for all to see.

At first she laughed with them.  Through all the picture taking and snide comments she laughed along with everyone.  It was when they all began walking away that she began begging her friends to let her go.  As the girls walked down the stairs she began to cry as she watched them all walk away.

After several hours she finally heard some noise, two girls laughing.  When she saw Frankie and Liz she breathed a sigh of relief.  These two girls were so cute and friendly she new they would let her go.  There were so many girls who came back and just walked over her and went into their rooms, but these girls were to nice to leave her like this.

Frankie and Liz almost tripped over the stranded Sabrina.  They could not believe she was still out in the hallway.  As the two girls mocked her situation Sabrina grew upset.  When the ever-playful Frankie pulled her favorite, stripped clown socks from her flip-flops and nudged her, saying, “get out of the way” Sabrina new she was in trouble.

Sabrina looked up at her two tormentors and prayed the drunken girls would just move on.  She looked over Frankie, wondered how the 5’5 130lb sweet hart could be so mean.  The girl had a soft, fragile appearance. When Frankie talked it was in a girlish, soft whisper.

Then she looked at the blond Liz, the wild party girl.  With her tight fitting shorts and half tee shirt she looked like she was looking for trouble.  Watching Liz remove her bare feet from her flip-flops Sabrina froze as the girl rested her foot on her stomach in a triumphant pose.  The small boned girl with long hair was laughing as she stood over Sabrina.

Frankie laughed, then jumped as an idea hit her.  The wide footed Frankie jumped up to Sabrina’s head, then planted her socked foot over Sabrina’s face and said to Liz, “I own her now!”

The persistent Liz then walked onto Sabrina’s stomach, rested her arms on her hips, and said, “Look I have my own human carpet”.  Then Liz bent down and laughed and pointed at Sabrina, who was red faced with anger.

Frankie rubbed her sock over Sabrina’s face a couple times, nice and hard.  Then as Sabrina began to yell she took off her socks and placed the long socks into her mouth, laughing the entire time.  Then Frankie sat down on her head and watched Liz play around.

Frankie continued to laugh as she moved back and forth, wiggling her ass on Sabrina’s face.  “How’s my socks taste bitch”.  Frankie was actually enjoying feeling Sabrina wiggle below her.  Knowing she just forced her to suck her sock made her laugh harder then ever before.

Liz did not want to be out done, so she walked up to Sabrina’s breasts, then moon walked back to her waist.  This had both the girls laughing like little kids.  Maybe it was the beer, but they were really getting crazy.

Liz acted like she was in a marching band; she picked up her feet to her waist, and then slammed her foot down as she pretended to march to the sound of Frankie’s humming.  Her left foot slammed into Sabrina’s skinny stomach, then her right.  You could make out a tiny whimper from under Frankie’s ass, barely heard through the thick socks.  The tiny, narrow size 6 feet were hammering away at poor Sabrina.

Frankie wanted to join in the fun.  She stepped onto Sabrina, and then walked on her heels to Liz, where they embraced.  The two girls began slow dancing on the helpless Sabrina.  Both girls were swaying from side to side as they enjoyed feeling another girls flesh under their feet.

Meanwhile Sabrina was swallowing sweat from the socks, which were worn for hours of dancing.  It was imposable to spit them out; she could barely breath with the full weight of the two girls standing on her.  She could feel Liz’s sticky feet and Frankie’s soft feet moving over her stomach. They were dancing for so long Sabrina was worried the girls were asleep.

“Hey…you know Frankie, she still has your socks in her mouth.  Maybe we should see if she liked them, hahaha”.

Liz sat with her ass on Sabrina’s breasts and Frankie stood right behind her, with her hands using Liz’s shoulders for support.  Frankie was still giggling like the drunk she was when Liz pulled out the socks.

Sabrina began spitting as she tried to get the taste from her mouth.  “I guess she is saying your feet stink Franks”.

Liz then began rubbing her feet all over a frightened Sabrina’s face.  “These babies smell better then that skanks…. my feet don’t stink damit”.  Liz crunched her toes over the helpless girls nose and held them there to get sniffed.

“Get her Liz…make her smell your feet”, laughed out Frankie.

Liz was amused with how it felt having another girl smelling her FEET.  The air hitting her toes from her nose and the warm breath of air hitting her heels from her mouth made her feel superior.  The thought that she owned this girls will left her with a rush.

“Have her kiss your feet Liz…get her to kiss those nasty feet”, begged Frankie.

“Kiss my feet you foot slut”, demanded the little fireball.  Liz held each tiny toe to Sabrina’s lips and waited for her to kiss her feet.  She moved her toes and watched a defeated Sabrina kiss the tip of each of her delicate toes.  Noticing how much Frankie was laughing she then slides her foot into Sabrina’s mouth and told her, “such it bitch”.

Sabrina had to choice, she could taste dirt, grime, and toe jam as she sucked each toe till the next one was shoved in her mouth.  As the girls screamed harder she began sucking so hard she sounded like a child on a pacifier.

“Know suck my heel foot slut” demanded Liz.  As Liz shoved her heel into her mouth she began getting turned on with being so mean to this pretty girl.  The power of having someone kiss your feet on demand was a once in a lifetime chance.

Sabrina began licking Liz’s dirty feet, afraid of what they would do if she said no.  Long licks she took, from her heel to her toes she went.  The sticky feeling was gone from her feet, replaced with her own saliva.  Her mouth was now num; all she could taste was feet.

A bored Frankie began standing on Sabrina’s stomach again.  She would crouch, and then wiggle to see if she could get Sabrina to scream.  Then she took to bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet, still no loud sounds of pain.

Once Liz joined her they were able to get some grunts from their new toy.  With both girls bouncing on the thin girl they soon had her moaning and begging to stop.  The two girls then got off, and thought maybe they should let her go.

Then thinking it was best to leave her, they decided to take off before they were seen abusing the helpless girl.  Frankie took her meaty feet and wiggled her toes around her navel saying, “good bye princess”.

Sabrina exploded with laughter; Frankie covered her face with her hands as she laughed.  Liz and Frankie looked at each other and said, “oh my god”.

Both girls stood on each side of Sabrina’s stomach.  Frankie used her toes to grab Sabrina’s shirt, then pulled it up to expose her stomach, nothing but ticklish flesh now.  Then both girls began wiggling their toes above Sabrina’s stomach, saying, “is someone a little ticklish?”

“NOOO…STOP IT” demanded a now defiant Sabrina.

“Are you going to stop us…hmmm…I don’t think so foot slut”.

As the girls wiggled their toes over her belly Sabrina let lose with some insane laughter.  With the pace quickening Sabrina was going nuts.  The girls towered over her, one foot on the floor and the other tickling her sensitive stomach as they watched Sabrina jump about under their toes.

Noticing how much Sabrina was jumping they jumped onto her stomach to keep her still.  With their weight keeping her still they used one foot to tickle her again.  Soon she was crying from the tickling.  With toes digging into her, and tapping, and tracing her stomach she was soon a laughing little girl again.

As the girls tickled Sabrina they loved feeling her stomach move under them as they tickled her.  It was like they were controlling her laughter with their feet.  They noticed the faster they wiggled their toes the harder she laughed.

Sabrina felt their smooth, soft feet pinning her down, and their toes acting like ticklish brushes against her sensitive stomach.  With their feet sinking into her stomach it was hard to laugh.  Worse were their toes rapping her tummy.  There was no escape.

The screams and hysterical laughter could be heard through the halls of the floor.  Her frantic pleas for help was laughed off by her ticklers, and ignored by the girls on her floor.  Even as she began shaking uncontrollably from her laughter the tickling never slowed down.

Eventually girls began peeping out of their rooms to see what was going on.  A small crowd was forming to watch the show.  The girls talked in whispers as they watched two girls stand on another, and tickle her into uncontrolled laughter with their toes.  This was turning into the big show on campus for poor Sabrina.

With some encouraging the girls in the hall soon kicked of their foot wear, peeled of their socks, and inched their way to the ticklish blob on the floor.  The mob moved toward Sabrina like she was a fireball, waiting to explode.  Once they got over the shock of what they were doing they stopped giving a quick tickle with their toes, they kept a steady, intense foot tickling on Sabrina.

When Sabrina saw girls standing around her like she was a feeding bin for some wild pigs she began to cry.  When she felt toes tickling every inch of her body she was lost in tickle hell.  Toes of every size were poking, digging, scrapping, and brushing against her body.

Girls were yelling, “get her shoes”.  And so it happened, she shivered, as her shoes were pulled free.  Sure enough, ten toes on each foot were sliding down her soles.  Sabrina curled her toes tightly as she felt the tickly sensations on her soles.

Soon Sabrina was tickled into silent laughter.  Every eye was on Sabrina; curious to see how long she could go for. With Frankie and Liz standing on her tired body she was only able to shake her head to try and stay sane.  Any movement was helping her shake the tickle bugs.  But even that one victory was taken away.

A small energetic girl was quickly standing with both feet on Sabrina’s head.  This small brown haired girl jumped on her head when Sabrina had her head turned to the side.  Sabrina was unable to struggle, the tickling taking away all of her strength.

Sabrina looked so pathetic, three girls standing on her, preventing her from moving, along with her restraints.  At least fifteen girls were swarming over her with their tickling toes working Sabrina into hysteria.  Girls were reaching their legs between girls just to touch her with their toes.

As the gang tickled they held onto each other’s shoulders for support.  It looked like a circle of drunk, party girls doing some freak dance.  If someone’s little toes got tired they simply switched feet.  The girls stopped watching Sabrina’s face, they were more interested in watching the other girls tickle her.  They were looking to see who was tickling better, who had the best technique.

The gang of ticklers were getting a good work out.  They were sweating just as much as Sabrina, and laughing louder then her as well. Sabrina was out of her shaking stage and just lay on the floor unable to move.  The girls could see the red marks forming on her body from all the toes digging into her.

After they tickled Sabrina so much she was on the verge of passing out they finally stopped, the girls standing on her even got off.  You could see the footprints of where they had stood on her white skin.  They all stood there laughing with one another at the sight of Sabrina, who lay there whimpering, and had the occasional flinch, or muscle spasm.

“Watch this…that was nothing”, she said to the group.  Frankie made her way to Sabrina’s mouth, and then placed her foot on her face.  “Kiss it foot slut”.  She had the girls laughing as she spoke.  Frankie used her foot to slap her face on her cheek, “harder foot slut…don’t piss me off”.

The girls cheered as Sabrina began kissing her soles; up and down she kissed till Frankie offered her meaty toes instead.  Sabrina was crying as she sucked her toes, slurping sounds filing the hall.  It was when Frankie ordered her to lick her feet that sent the crowd stomping there feet and screaming like they were at a rock concert.  With each lick of her foot the crowd screamed louder.

Then Frankie walked down Sabrina’s body, looked over her shoulder and said, “good bye foot slut”.

Frankie and Liz played for hours, but the rest of the group was not ready to call it a night.

Sabrina smelled, licked, and kissed feet between her long tickling sessions for the rest of the night.  After sleeping all day she finally decided to run to the store for some food.  Every girl she walked past looked at her with a smile, whispering as she walked past, “that’s the foot slut”.

All week long she heard the girls laughing about her, they thought it was funny humiliating her like that.  When Friday night came she decided to stay in her room and watch TV.  She drifted off to sleep after ten, only awakened to shouts coming from her room, “GET UP FOOT SLUT”.

In horror she saw they were all taping their bare feet on the floor.  Before she could talk she was on the floor covered with feet.  As the toes began tickling her she closed her eyes tight and prayed she would pass out.  All she could scream out, was, WHY…