Kayla sobbed herself to a gentle sleep, but her rest didn't last long--it only seemed like moments before the sound of steel filled the room again, as the bum shoved the door open violently, jarring Kayla awake. Her feet were still soaked in his disgusting cum, though it was starting to dry, causing her little toes to stick together when she moved them.
"Getting dry, girly-girl? Well, don't worry! We'll keep you nice and fresh!" the old bum rasped, flashing his horrid toothless grin again.
Then Kayla recognized that the bum wasn't alone, but was dragging a desperate young girl along after him, much as he'd dragged Kayla in! She was a slender, pretty girl, tiny and blonde. She'd clearly been attacked by the bum; she'd been wearing something before, probably a dress, but now was wearing only a torn tank-top that exposed her lithe body and a denim skirt. She looked even younger than Kayla but just as frightened.
The bum shoved her forward and she landed beside Kyla on the filthy mattress, bending down and seizing up her tiny, kicking feet. She still had on one sock, which the bum tore furiously from her feet and began to loop a length of cord around her skinny ankles. The girl briefly looked up at Kayla, and their eyes met.
"Told you I'd bring you a friend!" he said with an evil laugh. He went to the head of the bed and grabbed the girl by the hair, dragging her down across the mattress and knotting her hands over her head, just like Kayla. With both girls bound, her returned to her feet and scraped his nails down her tiny soles--the girl bucked and cried out with a faint,girlish laugh.
"What a sight for an old man!" he laughed, sizing up his two bound, barefoot girl-prisoners. As before, he began to rub his nasty, rapidly-stiffening penis.
"Help me," the new girl whimpered to Kayla, who shook her head sadly.
"If I could, I would..." she replied.
"He stole my shoes," the new captive said. "He tickled my foot until I couldn't take it anymore! It was torture!"
"Yeah," Kayla said, pressing her eyes shut as she was reminded of the sticky substance still coating her soles. "He does even weirder stuff than that!"
"You don't think he'll do anything to hurt us?" the scared new girl asked, trembling. At their feet, the bum was on his knees now, holding his face inches away from the four beautiful teen feet he'd tied there.
"I don't think so," Kayla whispered. "But that doesn't mean it isn't going to be horrible!"
She was worried now. She was still afraid of the bum doing disgusting things to her feet, but now she wanted to protect the scared girl next to her.
"What's your name?" Kayla asked.
"Brenna," the girl replied.
"I'm Kayla, and don't worry. We'll get out of this, somehow."
As she spoke, she began to hear a familiar, wet slapping behind her. Kayla pressed her eyes shut and curled her toes, preparing herself for another wave of hot, sticky, old-man semen jetting across her helpless young feet.
"What's going on?" Brenna asked, not wanting to look.
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