Emma walked along the empty road with her fishing pole leaning on her shoulder. Her red-gold braids bounced on her shoulders with every step, her cowboy boots grinding against the course gravel covering the roadway. She adjusted the knot at the bottom of her green flannel shirt and then kicked a loose rock from her path. It skipped off the road and into the tree line on her right.

She stepped off the gravel road and into the grass – going through a break in the trees. The West Wind Woods extended for miles in every direction with winding trails that crisscrossed over one another. It was easy to get lost, but Emma knew this particular trail very well. It would take her past an abandoned barn where the creek cut through a large patch of violet lamb’s ear.

As Emma curved around a bend in the trail, she heard music coming from somewhere ahead. She slowed and listened, trying not to crunch any twigs or dried leaves as she approached the clearing. Three older girls she recognized from the local community school were sunbathing near the creek. She blushed beneath her freckles when she noticed one of them was topless.

Cara was easily the most attractive girl in town, and she knew it. She was lying on her back, causing her breasts to spread out slightly. They formed perfect circles that reminded Emma of the targets at the firing range. Cara had long brown hair that was so thick, it could completely cover her hourglass figure. But she had it tossed up over her head at the moment, strands of blond catching the sunlight as it rippled in the soft grass.

The two girls on either side of Cara wore small bikinis. The redhead’s suit was black with triangle shaped cups that barely covered her small breasts. The other girl had bleached-blond hair and a pink bikini with white lace straps. She was skinny with large breasts that were so perky and round, Emma knew she must have implants. That was unusual in a small town like theirs.

Cara wasn’t particularly nice, and Emma considered turning around and heading back to the road. But it would be a much longer walk home if she had to go all the way around the West Wind Wood. All the girls wore sunglasses and seemed to have their eyes closed against the sun. Trace Adkins’ voice should drown out the sound of her passing, if she was careful.

Emma stepped quietly into the clearing and started past the group. She made it more than halfway when she had to duck under a low-hanging tree branch. She cleared the branch, but completely forgot about the fishing pole sticking up over her shoulder. Her pole caught the branch and tugged it along after her. A second later, it slipped free and snapped back. Making a thrumming noise and a loud rustle of leaves.

Cara sat up and lowered her sunglasses, glaring at Emma. “Spying, are ya?”

“Me?” Emma said with a yelp. “No, was just… just passin’ through.”

“Out fishin’ again,” Cara scoffed as the other two girls sat up to regard Emma.

They snickered like pets trained to laugh when she pointed out obvious things that weren’t necessarily funny.

“Nah. Was tryin’ to catch that branch. Gotta’way. Lil’ shit,” she said flippantly. Cara got to her feet, pushing her over-sized sunglasses onto the top of her head. The other two followed her – forming a line in front of Emma. Cara stood boldly and put her hands on her hips — completely unembarrassed about her breasts being exposed. The other girls put their hands on their hips too, copying her.

“Oh! Watch that dirty mouth, little girl,” Cara said looking down on her. Emma was tall, but this girl was taller. The two on either side of her were at least a head shorter, making them seem even more like Cara’s personal little minions.

“She’s not so little! Look at the size of those feet,” the redhead said pointing.

“Those are the biggest cowboy boots I’ve ever seen,” Cara snickered. The girls laughed with her. Emma rolled her eyes and tried to step around them. The blond one moved quickly to block her path. “No girl has feet that big,” Cara said bending down and grabbing Emma’s boot.

“What the hell are you…” Emma started before being cut off by the redhead wrapping her arms around Emma’s waist. The blond stepped around her, taking hold of Emma’s arms and pulling them behind her back.

She struggled trying to keep her foot locked in place, but the minions held her as Cara pried off her left boot. Emma caught the scent of worn leather as her cowboy boot was tossed apart and her socked foot held up in Cara’s surprisingly strong grip. “They ARE that big!” Cara joked poking at the bottom of her foot.

Emma yelped and yanked her foot away. It threw off her balance and she felt herself falling backwards into the blond girl. She was still holding tightly to Emma’s arms as they toppled into the grass.

The redhead released her, letting the pair of them fall to the ground. But she quickly sat next to them and put her hands on Emma’s shoulders to keep her from rising. Emma felt a hand grab her ankle just above her sock.

“Awww, is someone’s big ole feet ticklish?” A finger dug into her left foot and rubbed the soft fabric around in a circle on the ball of her foot. Emma barked a single laugh and tried to pull her foot away.

When she couldn’t, her other foot automatically came around in a kick. But her leg was quickly halted in mid swing by the redhead next to her. She wrapped her sun-reddened legs around Emma’s pale right leg and held her steady. Emma wiggled as much as she could while Cara’s other fingers joined in tickling all over her left foot.

“ST-Hahaha-OP! Hahaha! Stop you bitch!” Emma yelled.

“Bitch, am I?” Cara said digging her nails into Emma’s foot. They poked through the thin fabric of her socks. Her nails outlined by the fabric made jolts run up Emma’s leg and made her twitch all over. She laughed trying to discover a way out.

“What?! Hahaha! What are you doing?!”

“Tickling your massive foot or can’t you feel it? Maybe we need to take this off,” she said grabbing the top of her sock.

“No! Don’t!” Emma said but it was too late. Her sock was slipped from her fighting foot.

“Awwww, poor thing,” Cara teased as her fingers began to dance across the soles of Emma’s bare foot. Emma bellowed in laughter. She had no idea her feet were so ticklish. Her toes began to wriggle like bait on a hook and Cara lifted her fingers, switching back to her nails.

“Don’t! hehehehehe. Don’t do that!”

“But it’s so fun with all this skin! Jen’s feet are much too small!” Cara said scribbling a single nail across the bottom of the redhead’s foot and giving her a sly look. Jen shook her head, her red curls flailing as she pulled her foot away.

Emma felt the redhead’s grip loosen around her leg. Cara looked back to Emma’s foot and licked her lips. She took hold of her littlest toe and started twisting it rapidly back and forth.

“What the fuck! Hahaha! Stop it! You’re fucking crazy!” Emma screamed between fits of laughter. She pushed her arms back against the blond girl and started pinching at her stomach. The blond yelped and let go immediately.

Once Emma’s arms were released, she shook herself free of the redhead then jerked her leg out of Cara’s grip. She crawled away on her knees and started to get to her feet. A hand snatched her remaining cowboy boot and she had to wriggle out of it to get away. She stood, leaving both of her leather boots behind as she ran. The blades of soft grass tickled on her bare foot as she sprinted through the grass.

Wearing only one sock seemed to throw off her balance because she stumbled. Cara lunged and got a grip on Emma’s green flannel shirt as the blond grabbed her around the legs. They managed to wrestle her back to the ground. The skinny redhead was rocking from foot to foot nervously, as if unsure what to do. She watched while Emma attempted to fight off the two girls.

“Go and get something, Jen!” Cara yelled at her redheaded minion. She took off instantly toward the barn.

Cara wrapped her arms around Emma’s waist from behind and locked her hands together. She kicked wildly trying to get her off. The blond grabbed her legs and together they dragged Emma toward the tree line. Once there, Cara held her firmly against a tree until Jen returned with her arms full of braided ropes. She dropped them in front of the trio and Cara took hold of one of the ropes.

She slid it through her hands, her fingers bumping up and down the braids as if savoring the feel of them. After finding both ends of the rope, she matched them up and formed a loop in the center. Then Cara grinned mischievously – motioning for her friends to hold Emma’s arms together. She slipped the loop over Emma’s hands and tightened it around her wrists before she could shake it off.

Cara tossed the rope into the air so it draped over the branch above. Then she pulled it, raising Emma’s arms up over her head until she was on her toes. She kept pulling and Emma’s feet lifted from the grass. Then she tied one end of the rope to the other.

“That hurts! What the hell are you doing?!” Emma screamed. Cara picked up another rope and, without acknowledging the question, placed it just under Emma’s breasts. They perked up beneath her flannel tank top as Cara wrapped the braided rope around her bustline twice and pulled it taught.

“Hold this,” she said passing one end to Jen. She wrapped the other end around the tree and handed it to the blond. Snatching the rope back from Jen, she wrapped that end around the tree in the opposite direction – making a crisscross on the back of the tree. She took both ends in her hands and began walking backwards — pulling Emma tightly against the tree. It took so much of the strain off her wrists, Emma felt oddly comfortable considering she was dangling an inch from the ground.

Comfortable? She asked herself in confusion. Her thoughts were muddled in the chaos of what was happening. “Get me down!” she demanded. Jen and the blond girl didn’t seem at all confused as they helped Cara, almost like they had done it before.

Cara made the same crisscross pattern around the back of the tree again and then tied off the rope underneath Emma’s breasts – creating a figure eight knot. Then she stood back and regarded Emma’s body hanging helplessly. She smiled as their eyes met. Emma struggled again, fear finally starting to break through her shock and anger. She kicked her legs wildly and several leaves shook free from the tree.

“Get her legs,” Cara ordered as she picked up a third rope. Her minions did as they were told, each approaching her flailing legs with caution. Jen seized her left leg and held it steady while the blond took the right. Cara made a slip knot at one end of the rope and knelt down next to Jen. Together they forced Emma’s foot through the loop then Cara tightened it quickly — ensnaring her ankle. Then she handed the rope to Jen and said, “Tie it to the next tree. Nice and tight.” Jen followed her instructions as Cara moved to the other leg with the last rope.

Cara repeated the slip-knot procedure on Emma’s right leg, then stepped over to another tree. She walked around the tree with the rope and pulled it back toward Emma — watching as it spread her legs wider. Cara poked her stomach a few times and Emma began to struggle, tugging on all the ropes.

“Stop it, you fuckin’ psycho!” she yelled trying to jerk away. Cara pulled the rope tighter, making Emma almost completely immobile in a spread-eagle. She looked satisfied as she tied the last rope around the tree.

Cara stepped back and looked at her — seeming to admire her work. Then she finally spoke to Emma. “I told you to watch your mouth. No one can hear you or help you, but I’ll still stick a gag in it.” Jen and the blond shared a nervous look behind Cara’s back but neither of them said anything. “Now, where was I?” she said walking back and forth through the grass in front of Emma. “Oh right!”

Cara knelt down next to Emma’s suspended left foot and roughly ran her nail across her sole diagonally. Emma yelped and wiggled her toes uselessly. Cara licked her lips, taking a seat in the grass. “Yes, that’s exactly where I was,” she said playfully. Then she began tickling her sole rapidly with both hands. She used her fingers to make small spirals on her forefoot while the nails of her other hand spiraled on and around the arch.

Emma’s giggles started immediately, and she shook her foot back and forth. But her feet were so big, it didn’t seem to matter where she moved them. Cara’s fingers were at all times touching them somewhere. She clasped one hand around the top of her foot and dug her fingers into her instep.

It kept Emma’s foot still in her vice-like grip as she began wiggling her fingers around the boney structure. Even the top of Emma’s foot was ticklish as she heard her own forced laughter getting louder.

Cara’s other hand continued their naily torment of her sole and Emma couldn’t move it away at all. She screamed between laughter but was unable to form words in her mind long enough to make her lips say them. Only laughter and a string of random words poured from her as Cara tickled the entirety of her long foot.

“Haha-Haha-Ha-STOP-Ha-Hahaha!” Emma cried as tremors quaked through her. “FU-hu-hu-hu-CK! Haha-ha! It T-hi-hi-ickles! Haha-Haha!”

“Then why would I stop?” Cara asked propping her knee against Emma’s wide heel. She brought her other knee up, trapping her foot and holding it steady. Then she attacked Emma’s toes – digging her nails between them in a mad dash. Emma clenched her teeth and choked out giggles as she looked down at Cara’s fingers twiddling her toes.

A maddening image of a piano player forced its way into Emma’s mind. Her toes were the white keys, the spaces between, the black. But the only sound she heard was her own laughter. Cara played her toes as if the grunts and giggles were her favorite tune. Emma noticed a dribble of drool leak from the curve of her smirk. She wiped it away and continued her assault on Emma’s foot.

She wrapped her hands around the top and dug her nails into the middle of her forefoot. Then she began dragging her nails away from one another then back to the middle in quick jerks. “No! Haha-Haha! Don’t Haha-Haha- Stop!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t. And once I do stop, I’ll just start on your other foot,” Cara teased. Each stroke of her long, white-tipped nails made Emma’s entire leg tense up. Her thigh muscles were already beginning to wear out. She threw her head back, losing herself in her own howling laughter.

After what seemed like forever, Cara finally stopped and released her foot. Emma hung in her bonds panting for a moment before unleashing her tirade. “You crazy fuckin’ bitch!” she screamed. “Get me down now! Before I…”

“Before you what?!” Cara cut in. “You aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

Jen and the blond were still standing in front of Emma, watching with concerned expressions. Finally, Jen tossed her red hair back – seeming unable to hold her tongue any longer. “Cara, we could get in a lot of trouble for this, ya know,” she said. Cara scoffed.

“Would you rather we tie you up there again Jenni-fur?” she said emphasizing the last syllable. Jen fell silent then, eyes gonna the ground. “Besides, she’s not going to tell anyone about this. Not when she is enjoying it so much. Look at those panties.” Cara pointed towards Emma’s jean shorts.

They were cut so high and her legs spread so wide, the blue-white fringe could not hide the green lace panties sticking out. Emma couldn’t see it from her vantage, but she could feel how damp her pussy had become. She couldn’t find out why. It tickled like crazy. But somehow the sensations on her foot sent shocks up her leg and directly to her clit. It spasmed even as she wondered about the feel of those nails. She felt her face go red.

Cara’s finger touched her left thigh and she moved it up in a slow caress. Emma strained, making the tendon in her thigh stick out. Cara took the tendon between her fingers and rotated them back and forth quickly.

Emma squealed with laughter and Cara grinned, bringing her other hand over to her right inner thigh — tickling both. Emma tried and failed to close her legs, succeeding only in moving them back and forth a tiny bit.

“Ohhh GO-Haha-Haha-D! Haha-Haha! Not there!”

Cara switched back to her nails – making long, fast strokes across her stretched thighs. Each pass brought those sharp nails nearer to her underwear line. Emma couldn’t help but watch and laugh as Cara’s hands scribbled back and forth. Her breasts bounced freely as she explored Emma, finding spots under her knees that would have made them buckle if she were standing. When she got close to her panties again, she slowed. Using each of her pointer fingers, Cara started tracing the lace scalloping of her green underwear on both sides.

Emma squeezed her eyes closed and tried to tell herself she wanted it to stop. More fingernails joined in the tracing, some of them slipping beneath it lace in spots. A small moan escaped, and Emma bit her lips to keep quiet. She felt her panties lifted and pulled to the side. Cool air struck her pussy and she realized just how wet she was.

“See how much she likes it,” Emma heard Cara say. Her underwear was put back into place and she felt almost disappointed. That embarrassed her so much, she couldn’t even open her eyes and look at the girls. “Now Jen,” Cara continued, “you take over on her thighs. I think you remember how I got yours so good. Katie, go and get some of those purple leaves. They look soft.” Emma heard footfalls on grass moving away from her and she peeked through her squinted eyes.

Cara was settling herself in the grass on Emma’s right and Jen was standing between her legs. “I need to see if this other massive foot is as ticklish as the left,” Cara said. Emma felt goosebumps spring up all over her body in anticipation of the tickling. Her eyes sprang open as she felt fingers through the fabric of her sock. The ridged material rubbed across her sole maddeningly and new laughter started to pour from her.

She howled as Jen started her somewhat reluctant torment of Emma’s spread thighs. Her fingers were gentle and excessively slow. She used only the very tips of her nails, often leaving the skin momentarily and returning. Emma’s legs quivered each time one of her nails touched an extra sensitive spot. Her attention returned to Cara who removed Emma’s sock and captured her foot between her knees. Then she went to work on Emma’s extremely long toes. She watched Cara switching between twists, nail scrapes, and wiggles between her toes.

“Haha-Haha! Ohhhhh-Nooooo! Haha-Haha! Don’t! Haha-Haha,” Emma said incoherently.

Emma was so lost in her giggling fit, she barely noticed Katie returning. She was carrying a bunch of lamb’s ears leaves. They were deep violet and covered in tiny fur-like hairs. She handed a few to Cara who took them eagerly. She kept Emma’s foot in her knee vice and started pulling a few leaves along her arch. She brought it up to her forefoot and across the bottoms of her toes. It was so soft, it made Emma scream and clench her toes into an awkward fist.

Cara forced her toes back and held them straight as she swept the leaves underneath. She spread Emma’s first, second, and third toes then slid two of the feather-soft leaves into the open clefts between. Emma’s entire body shuttered with laughter. Both thighs and her foot at once was just too much.

“Fu-huhuhu-ck You! Haha-Haha! You’re a-hahaha-a fuckin’ psycho!” She bellowed so loudly that Cara stopped and stood, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

“After I’ve been so nice to you,” she said shaking her head and making a clicking noise with her tongue. Jen was sitting in the grass – fingers still running wildly around Emma’s thighs. Cara looked at the bleached blond girl and motioned for her to sit at Emma’s left foot.