Another boy came from the group and settled down at Kayla's feet. She could not see what he was doing but felt his breathing on her feet. "Oh they stink. And they are dirty. Girl, your feet are smelly. Did you not take a shower before you went out?" He stepped in front of Kayla. He knelt down to get his face very close down to the girl's ear and whispered "Your feet need a proper cleaning." He told the other boys to wait and briefly left the room. When he returned he was carrying a bucket and a selection of brushes. Kayla's eyes widened. Even when she took care of her own feet she hardly was able to stand running a brush over her sensitive soles and arches. But she could only helplessly watch when the twelve year old boy, Dean was his name, sat on a chair next to her feet. He dipped a stiff horse brush into the soapy water and started to run the brush over her left sole. The effect was devastatic. Kayla bucked under her constraints. She tried to scream, but only a wailing could be heared. She tried in vain to pull her foot away. Dean now ran the brush with fast scratches across her soles, from her feet to her heels. "mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh nohmmm" She pleaded. Instead the mean bristles now tortured her instep, making her voice pitch up. Another boy set down and applied a second brush to her right foot. Now both legs started to shake frantically, as Kayla did not know which leg to pull first. It was pure torture to her. It even got worse when the boys moved the brushes to her toes. "mmm mmm" she squirmed, and shook her head violently. When she opened her eyes she could see a bunch of boys eagerly watching her face and her feet. After ten minutes the boys decided that this brush session had worked well. Some area needed further attention. Each of them took a toothbrush and digged in between the toes. How Kayla was in a state of panic, as this tickled even more than the brushes had done. She crunched her toes and pressed them tightly together to stop the toothbrushes. Spotting this, two other boys moved down to her feet and simple held two toes apart, that the toothbrush could do her work. They finished their work with another round of brushes, slightly softer than the first ones. Kayla had tears running down her cheeks. She would have pleaded to do anything to stop the torture, but the gag did non allow proper communication.
Finally the tickle-cleaning stopped. She feld some cold water being poured over her feet. Then a towel was applied to dry them, tickling quite a lot.
Dean waved two of the youngest boys of the group over to him. They
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