Abril’s feet are locked up tight, slick with oil, shining under the lights like some kind of trophy. The second the tickling starts, she’s done for. Those feet of hers are begging for mercy, but none’s coming. You can see it in her eyes; she wasn’t ready for this. Thought maybe she could take it. But with her soles oiled up like that, every tickle’s magnified, making her laugh harder, squirm more. The stocks have her now, and they’re not letting go.

Abril’s feet are locked up tight, slick with oil, shining under the lights like some kind of trophy. The second the tickling starts, she’s done for. Those feet of hers are begging for mercy, but none’s coming. You can see it in her eyes; she wasn’t ready for this. Thought maybe she could take it. But with her soles oiled up like that, every tickle’s magnified, making her laugh harder, squirm more. The stocks have her now, and they’re not letting go.