Ashley Judd

Postby slavegirl » Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:17 pm

Great so far. I'd really like to read more! :big:

I must say, cricks...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:46 pm

...that's an interesting torture machine you've created. I know some Snoops on a nearby thread who might like to borrow it if you can spare it... :big:
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

Re: Ashley Judd

Postby NaughtyNats » Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:32 am

Absolutely fantastic picture i wish i was tied there naked and tickled.
:evil: :tied: :tickle: :gag: NAUGHTY NATS :gag: :tickle: :tied: :evil:

Maybe blindfold, maybe gagged, always barefoot

Ashley Judd

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:55 am

Found it again online so I am reposting it here. Took the time to correct the grammar.

Ashley Judd

"Don't you think?," said The Voice, munching on what sounded like potato chips.

"This is like that movie you did."

More munching.

"What was that? Kiss the Girls or something?"

Ashley Judd couldn't answer.

Not with the mouth-filling red rubber ball shoved between her jaws and held in place with leather straps buckled around the back of her head.

The ball filled her mouth. No sound could escape from her quivering lips.

She couldn't even see anything.

All she remembered was going to sleep in her own bed and suddenly waking up with one of those "jolts" when you know that something is wrong.

Too late.

She had woken up in the state she was in now - stripped naked and strapped down to a long rectangular wooden table in what felt like a damp basement. Her wrists and ankles were firmly fastened to either end of the table - her arms held high above her head, her biceps framing her face, and her hands buckled down with thick leather straps around both her wrists directly above the top of her head. Her ankles, also encased in thick leather restraints, left her bare feet hanging over the edge of the table below her.

And that's where things got really strange.

Ashley's feet had been immobilized in special foot restraints. Along with the straps around both her delicate ankles, two thin strips of leather had been tied across the baby soft bottoms of her heels - leaving both of her very pretty feet firmly locked in taut flexed positions so she couldn't move either of them. Each of her ten toes had been tied back to the cuffs around her ankles, leaving all her toes splayed out and spread apart and forced backwards smoothening her soles even further and very impressively showing off the deep curves and arches of both of her beautiful feet.

"Good movie" said the voice, munching on some more potato chips.

She could hear the loud chomping and the crinkle of the foil chip bag.

The Voice noticed his prisoner had gotten her strength back and had begun struggling again - moaning into her over-sized ball gag as she pulled and wrestled to try and free herself from the confines of the table.

The Voice watched for a moment - admiring Ashley's beautiful naked stretched out body pulling at her arms and legs - her muscles straining and bulging in effort, making a metal chain clanking noise as she pulled and yanked hard at the straps around her wrists and ankles trying to get loose.

"You ready for some more?" said The Voice.

Ashley groaned and shook her head in a panic.

Her moans of protest doubled at the whirling sound of the machines as they started up again.

She raised her pretty head as best she could and frantically shook her brunette mane from side to side "No, no, no, no!" as if she were looking in horror at the machines placed in front of the soles of her feet below her.

She didn't know this at the time because of her blindfold but the machines were simply twin foot massagers that had been spruced up to add to the effect of their new purpose. The bumpy rubber tread on both of them had been stuck with old fashioned writing quills - long, stiff goose feathers stabbed into each of the hundreds of bumps so that the feathers whirled about like a car wash when the massagers were turned on.

She certainly felt the effect - just as she had done about five minutes ago - her beautiful tanned body already glistening with sweat, her muscles and throat sore from thrashing about on the table and screaming her lungs out - the basement once again erupting with ear-splitting muffled laughter from the abducted and tickle tortured actress as her beautiful body sharply arched upwards, the small of her back lifted off the table, her upper body heaving in the straps across her chest as she shrieked at the tops of her lungs all over again.

The machines were mercilessly tickling her bare feet.

With both of Ashley's imprisoned feet firmly paralyzed in the number of several crisscrossing straps around her ankles, heels and with her pretty toes tied back - she was completely unable to move them. Unable even to wriggle her toes and try and ward off the effect of the hundreds of feathers as they grazed her soles from her heels to the balls of her feet and brushing across every inch of soft, sensitive skin in between.

The poor girl was in mad hysterics - crying with laughter almost. She flopped about the table as much as she could, pounding the back of her head against the padded cushion behind her as she screamed and screamed and screamed with full body laughing from the bottom of her gut. She shook her head, made fists out of her hands, clawed at the buckles of the straps around her wrists with her desperate fingers. She tried twisting her body away, tried wrenching her ankles out of the straps holding her feet in place, she tried wriggling her toes and kicking the machines away but because she was stretched out so tight across the table all this looked like she was barely moving.

Thus must've felt horrible but you couldn't tell with all her maddened laughing.

The machines upped their speed - the tips of the feathers grazing from the bottoms to the tops of both her helpless feet - the sharp tips feeling like pins being raked up her soles and sending electric shocks through her entire body as she jerked and twisted and powerfully thrashed across the table screaming like a mad woman.

Ashley collapsed and went limp again as the machines died down - the whirling noise fading as they slowed to a halt.

Her body seemed to sink into the tabletop. She was breathless - her chest heaving up and down and her cute, perky breasts glistening with beads of sweat and soaking into the wood beneath her. She swallowed hard and groaned and moaned as she caught her breath again.

In this case, her third wind.

"I guess though," said The Voice, drinking now - washing his chips down with a tasty beverage.

"I guess this is nothing like Kiss the Girls." said The Voice - smacking his lips.

The drink was probably a soft drink.

A cold one.

Ashley turned her head as she heard the cup being opened.

It was one of those cups you get at McDonalds or something with the removable top.

She even heard the straw make that awful noise as its pulled through the plastic hole.

"Want a drink?" The Voice asked.

Ashley nodded - and then suddenly gasped - her body arching up again as she felt the icy soft drink being slowly and carefully poured from the cup all over her naked body.

She could feel the bubbles sizzling all over her hot skin.

She let out a deep moan and shook her head - trying to resist that this felt good.

Actually it felt great.

She held her breath, her nostrils flaring, her body trembling as she felt an ice cube being run over the curves of her exposed stomach.

"I hope you like Sprite," said The Voice.

She could almost hear him smiling.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the ice cube trail circles around her stiffened and visibly excited nipples.

She gasped and moaned as the ice cube, melting rapidly against her skin, ran up the side of her neck behind her ear and down and up the other side - then trailing slowly down the side of her body - making her hold her breath as it ventured briefly near the shaven part between her legs and down the inside of her thigh. Once it reached her feet though it stopped.

"You have very beautiful feet Miss Judd." said the Voice.

Ashley powerfully shuddered as she felt feathers - two single feathers this time - gently brush against the soft pads of her splayed out toes.

The basement filled with moaning as the feathers went from her toes down the balls of both her feet, drawing soft, she-could-barely-feel them circles with their tips across her skin - then down the center of each sensitive sole - Ashley's moaning getting louder as the feathers explored every curve of her deeply arched insteps - the tips of the feathers twirling and twisting and drawing light patterns across her own detailed footprints.

The Voice could easily tell she was being deeply affected by all this - her feet were struggling, her breathing becoming awkward and erratic - but at least she wasn't screaming.

She was actually starting to enjoy all this.

"Very, very beautiful feet," said The Voice, softly, as the feather continued to smoothly dance and glide across every inch of ticklish skin.

All the sudden thoughts of wondering who had done this to her and thinking back to all the websites she had found on the Internet where she had discovered scores and legions of fans all devoting entire pages to pictures of just her feet - or any picture they could find of her barefoot - began to melt away as she allowed the now pleasurable sensations to warmly course through her entire body.

"Damn foot fetishists," she had thought, giggling to herself as she thought it was rather funny how so many people could be just into her feet.

She remembered getting a pedicure the very next day.

She was lost in a haze until she felt an irritating sensation in her side - the feather - now a single feather traveling up the right side of her body and making her moan and gasp and heave up and down again in response.

"Ticklish much?" said The Voice, audibly grinning again as the feather danced across her ribs and caused Ashley to shake her head and moan in protest.

She didn't know how much more of this she could take.

The feather ran all over her body - the insides of her arms, her shaven pits, and the palms of her hands - then suddenly around her breasts again - the feather moving around in circles against the fleshy bottom parts of her jigging boobs and then her ribs, her taut stomach and her bell button.

She began to moan again - even louder this time as she felt two feathers again trailing down the insides of her thighs and her shins and teasing whatever exposed skin there was of her ankles. She felt them both tickle her feet again but al of this continued - each time the feathers coming closer and closer to her private parts but then quickly backing off and tickling some other part of her instead.

After about what seemed like an eternity of foreplay, Ashley was moaning in ecstasy and grinding and churning her hips and demanding attention be paid to her breasts and her nipples and especially her throbbing clit - arching her legs up and pounding the table top in a sexually frustrated frenzy of wanting to be touched.

"Another drink Miss Judd?" asked The Voice.

Ashley angrily shook her head and lifted her lower body - displaying her damp parts completely.

The Voice chuckled and the basement was silent for a moment - except for all of Ashley's heavy breathing.

Suddenly,she heard the bag of chips again.

"I'm hungry." said The Voice - she could hear him smirking.

Grinning from ear to ear at her predicament.

He could tell she was furious and understandably so

"I've made reservations so that no one will be looking for you over the weekend." said The Voice.

Ashley felt a surge of panic wash over her.

"We can finish this later.I'm going to make you some food."

She felt a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Before she could she make another sound though - she was drowned out by the whirl of the machines again at her feet.

Once more, the basement filled with Ashley Judd's hysterical laughter as The Voice prepared to go back upstairs.

He glanced back - taking a moment to admire his famous prisoner and smiled to himself.

This was going to be a very fun weekend.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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