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Natalie Banks was doing her best to enjoy the brief period of rest that she’d been granted. For the last excruciating month, she’d been living as a permanent fixture within the vast mansion of Rachelle and Roxy Isabella, two nefarious sadists and former cohorts of the notorious Catalina Marquez. Long ago, she’d been stripped naked and forced into having her feet cemented upon a pair of cinder blocks. Now, during these short stages of rest, she always found herself looking down at the statue-esque outlines of her feet underneath the hardened concrete. She wanted nothing more than to be freed from these confines, but her freedom felt so distant with every passing tickle treatment brought forth by her “owners”. She still blamed herself for getting into that car with Catalina back in the US, it was almost as if she ignored her training entirely during that brief moment. And now, here she was in Mexico City, the property of two deviants with deep-seeded penchants for sadism.

The first week had been utter hell for Natalie. The Isabellas thoroughly enjoyed tormenting their new toy with their elaborate tickle machine. Roxy even went as far as to have a microphone installed near Natalie’s perch in the garage, so the two could listen to her forced laughter anywhere they pleased, via their cell phones. Roxy and Rachelle had prepared something of a daily itinerary for their new personal slave. Each morning, Natalie would be brutally awakened by the pressing of their fingers against her thighs, underarms and belly in a flurry of ticklish sensations. Soon after, the two would administer her “bath”, which consisted of washing her with soapy rags before a quick blast from a hose. The next phase involved a series of skin lotions which were applied to every inch of her body, save for her cement-coated feet. The skin treatments were designed to soften her and open the pores, which consequently made her increasingly more vulnerable to the touch. The two would then carry on tickling her for an hour or two before getting bored, and then, the machine was wheeled out. Natalie dreaded its very existence, her whole body would tremble at just the very thought of the two girls wheeling it out of the closet. It basically consisted of a giant steel arch on wheels, with a whole cacophony of motorized feathers, brushes, and other ticklish tools that were fixed all around. The Isabellas would wheel it over, directly over Natalie, and then use their phones to administer various settings. Natalie would always attempt to run, as a reflex, but the cement made it impossible. The two girls couldn’t help but bask in the sadistic glee at their prisoner’s squirms while she’d struggled to move her feet. Once the machine was activated, there was no telling how long it would continue for. Its main purpose was to inflict the maximum amount of ticklish sensations possible in the twins’ absence, and it more than fulfilled its task. During that first week, Natalie easily spent over 18 hours each day under such torture, either by the machine or at the hands of the Isabellas. But soon, she began to break down. Roxy and Rachelle quickly realized that their slave would occasionally need time to sleep and breathe, or else her reactions simply wouldn’t be as enjoyable as they’d anticipated. Soon after, Natalie was permitted to sleep for six hours each night in a chair that had been setup behind her. The ticking itself now came in waves, always giving her just enough time to regain her breath. It was still pure torture...and she had no idea how much longer she could last before having a serious psychological breakdown.

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Meanwhile, the infamous Catalina Marquez was enjoying some quality time aboard her boat, along with her friend Lara. The two had just disposed of poor Bianca. Catalina was feeling a bit victorious after tying up the loose end, but Lara seemed uneasy over the situation. “I still don’t know, Cat. I mean...did we have to kill her?”, she asked her friend as the two stared down at the chopping waters. “Ah, stoner girl, she is not dead yet! Those scuba tanks have at least five hours of air for her, and I wasn’t lying about the divers that I’ve hired to replace them. Perhaps you’d wish to jump in and save her?”, Catalina asked with a bit of sarcastic detachment, her thick Colombian accent was showing strong. Administering such a cruel fate to Bianca had been business as usual for Catalina, but for Lara, this was something new and she didn’t exactly like it very much. Although she didn’t mind the idea of Bianca suffering, Lara knew that she would eventually die at some point beneath the watery depths, and that was a darkly sobering revelation for her. She’d also known that Catalina was utterly cruel to her enemies, just adherently evil and merciless. Still, Lara also knew Catalina’s more endearing side. The two were developing a deep friendship brought forth by a harrowing series of insane events that had only strengthened their bond. Not in a romantic sense, but something else entirely that Lara couldn’t explain. Still, she regretted Catalina’s evil nature. Lara then sat down in her seat and let the sun bathe her bikini-clad body as she tried to make sense of things. “My dear Lara, some things just have to be done, yes?”, Catalina asked as she came over to comfort her friend. She threw and arm around Lara and began petting her gently. “You will never understand what’s necessary to survive on the higher levels of this business. Look what almost happened to me! And to you, too!”, Catalina tried her best to convince while referencing their escapades in Colombia. Just then, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a text coming in through Cat’s phone. She’d left it on the seat of the boat and Lara reached to hand it over, until she noticed the image on the screen. The first thing that she saw was nude woman with her wrists bound and hung overhead...and her feet cemented onto a pair of cinder blocks. Next to her, Lara could recognize a scantily clad Roxy Isabella, gesturing her arms as if she was displaying some prize on a game show. An accompanying text simply read, “Thanks for the tickle slave, come join in on the fun!”, with several emojis present. “Wait...NATALIE?!”, Lara uttered softly in confusion and disbelief. “I think you’re mistaken, Lara...”, Catalina interjected sternly as she tried to snatch her phone away. “No, no it’s her!! You did this?!”, Lara was both angered and fearful of Natalie’s predicament as she studied the picture further. Catalina remained silent, then let out a sigh before answering. “My dear stoner girl, I must break this down to make it easier to understand. I’m a Colombian drug lord, she’s DEA scum. Our organizations don’t exactly have the best relationship, no?”, she tried to explain. “Oh, don’t give me that! She saved your life! And mine!!”, a fuming Lara chimed in. “My dear Lara, she infiltrated the entire Carnalés organization! It was even her idea to encase our poor feet in such hideous concrete blocks, with no room at all for the toes! I simply decided to fit her with similar footwear. And yes, this woman did save my life, which is why I did not kill her”, Catalina finally elaborated upon shocked ears. “But...a tickle slave?! Cat, you know Roxy and Rachelle are insane!!!”, begged a very concerned Lara. Catalina laughed at her comment. “Oh yes, they’re a bit of a handful. But so entertaining! We must all have fun together, then you see”, she added while taking her phone back. “Cat, I’m not going ANYWHERE with you until we get Natalie the hell out of there!”, Lara commanded as she stood up and crossed her arms. She was doing her best to show some type of authority over Catalina, but in reality, she know she had no say in events. Lara was simply pulling upon Cat’s heart strings. “Hmm...I suppose we could, she’s already been stuck there being tickled for the last month or so”, Catalina caved in after hearing her friend’s perspective. “A MONTH?!”, Lara gasped in horror. She had known firsthand of the cruel nature of the Isabellas’ torture. She’d found it hellish being rendered immobile while tickled mercilessly all over, even after only a few minutes. Lara couldn’t even imagine the demented insanity that poor Natalie had been subjected to. Lara was rendered speechless as she still tried to process the psychological damage that Natalie must have been undergoing all this time.

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Back at the Isabellas mansion, Natalie was just waking up in her chair for another monotonous day of tickle torture. As per usual, she instinctively tried to walk before the heavy cement blocks quickly reminded her of their unwelcome grasp upon her. “Ugh!!!”, she sighed while pressing both palms to her face. Roxy and Rachelle then stepped into the garage, they were each wearing matching red bustiers that left little to the imagination. The pair had been listening in on Natalie via the microphone, waiting for the exact moment that she arose. “Please!! Just, just let me go! Or better yet, is there anything else that I can do?! Just don’t tickle me, please!!”, Natalie begged as she squirmed against the tight, heavy grip of the cement. The Isabellas weren’t empathetic at all to her pleas, as this scene had become something of a routine by this point. However, Natalie did notice something unusual; Rachelle was holding a hammer and a small chisel. “Wait, so this is it?! You’re finally getting me out of here?!”, Lara asked giddily in disbelief. “Sort of. You see, we asked our friend Catalina to come visit and have some fun with you. We deeply miss her, and it’s obviously your fault that we cannot see each other often anymore, so it only felt appropriate”, Rachelle responded while running a hand gently down Natalie’s bare arm. Roxy had knelt down and began chiseling away at the cement around Natalie’s feet. “Oh...oh no...”, she responded in terror of such a remark. Catalina was the absolute last person that Natalie had wished to see. Now, with her feet slowly being freed from their concrete confines, she dreaded what evil would be inflicted next upon her poor toes. “Relax, she can’t make it to see you, unfortunately. Which is a bit of a shame, since that’s the only reason we were still keeping you around lately”, Roxy added as she kept chipping away at the cement. Natalie’s mood then took a turn to confusion at this comment. “Wait, then what’s happening?!”, she asked desperately as she finally regained the ability to move her left foot. Natalie immediately raised it into the air and stretched it out while wiggling her dusty toes. “Well, first, we obviously have to tickle those petite feet of yours. At least for a few hours...”, Rachelle remarked while staring at Natalie’s exposed foot. “Then, we figured you’d might want to take a little swim...”, she added while leaning in and grabbing hold of Natalie’s foot. “A swim?! But isn’t that what happened to your last tickle slave and...OH FUCK!!!”, Natalie screamed upon realizing the fate of her predecessor, Nina, who had been tricked into swimming inside a pit of quicksand. “No, please, no! Tickle me!! Just keep me here? You’ve spent all this time and you haven’t even tickled my feet!!”, Natalie’s tone turned hysterical as she bargained for her life, but the twins merely laughed at her predicament.

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Miles away, Catalina and Lara were sipping wine aboard Catalina’s private jet as it hurled across the clouded skies above Mexico. “Cat, umm...how much drugs does one need to sell to afford one of these?”, Lara asked curiously while lighting up a joint that she’d just rolled for herself. “Psh, not enough as long as little stoner girls keep smoking my inventory!”, Cat teased before giving her friend a playful tap with her bare foot. Catalina was wearing a predictable white pant-suit over a red blouse. She also had a matching pair of red heels, but chose to discard them upon entering the plane. Lara was clad in her baggy jeans, white sneakers, and a red tank top. Cat had advised her to display the Carnalés red coloring in order to blend in properly, as she was still an enemy to the organization. Fortunately, not many people seemed to care much about Lara’s incident with poor Bianca. Still, Catalina was a bit cautious about leaving her alone with the Isabellas. She had a strange relationship with Roxy and Rachelle, and although this didn’t mean much to Catalina at this point, she was still fearful that they may try something on Lara...considering what happened during their last meeting. Like Catalina, Lara had also removed her shoes. Additionally, she’d rid herself of her pesky socks, rolled her jeans up to her knees, and currently had her bare feet waiting patiently inside an empty plastic storage bin. Catalina approached her while carrying a large bucket, then began pouring its contents directly over Lara’s feet as they slowly disappeared underneath the mushy, white texture. She curled her toes as she began to feel the sensations. “So Cat, uhh...what is this stuff again?”, Lara asked while puffing her joint once more. “Spackling compound”, she replied with a grin as the white goo continued to flood the storage bin. Lara leaned back in her plush seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t exactly enjoy these sensuous sentiments in the same way that Catalina did, but still, Lara found it particularly enjoyable. After such a stressful ordeal with Bianca, and now with Natalie’s fate in the balance, this unorthodox footbath was extremely appealing to her. The weed made things even better, it loosened her muscles and helped Lara to relax even further as her curious toes began wiggling around within the thick, white paste. Just by wiggling her toes inside the gooey mix, she began to understand how some people could find this arousing. “It’s not going to harden, is it?”, she asked before taking another drag from the joint. “Oh no, my dear. In fact, a good friend of mine tells me that this is perfectly harmless. I’ve yet to try this myself though, which makes you the guinea pig”, she explained with a short laugh. “Cat!”, Lara huffed, slightly annoyed. “Oh relax, I wouldn’t have done this for you if I’d thought it wasn’t safe. Now, pass that joint and tell me how it feels on those little feet”. Lara reluctantly handed her the joint, then leaned back a bit and closed her eyes. “Hmm...definitely smoother than the cement, it almost reminds me of the clay. But...it’s much easier to move my feet around”, she described to an eager Catalina. “And...the toes?”, Cat asked eagerly. Lara sighed. “Yes, Cat, it’s extremely squishy. Get your feet in here! You’d probably orgasm in the first 30 seconds”, Lara mused with an innocent laugh. Catalina chuckled slightly at the comment, “Oh no, I can’t have any distractions right now. This is merely a test for later, perhaps we will share then”.

Lara had already lit up another joint and was casually puffing away. “So, why tell them that you’re not coming when we obviously are?”, she asked while passing the joint. “Oh no, I know these two. If I accepted their invitation, they would likely prepare your DEA friend in some horrible way as a courtesy for me. This way, we at least know she’s just being ticked. And stuck in cement, no less!”, Catalina replied as she grabbed the joint and wiggled her toes at the tempting thought of wet cement. Lara shrugged, she was used to Cat’s weird side...and actually learning to like it herself. The spackling compound felt heavenly under her naked feet, she wiggled them thoroughly as she contemplated the exit strategy. Still, the escape plan seemed a little off to her, and she didn’t like the images that came to mind when Catalina mused about if the Isabellas were to “prepare” Natalie for something. She suspected that might be true, and remained fearful for Natalie’s sake. Additionally, Lara was highly annoyed that Catalina would force poor Natalie into such a position. Cat had told Lara the story back on the boat. Frankly, it horrified her, but Lara needed Cat to free Natalie and needed to make a good appearance. Additionally, Lara knew that Catalina had some very strong feelings about her captive DEA friend. She was right, Natalie did almost get the two of them killed. Regardless, Lara was loyal to her friends. Even if they were on opposite sides of the law.

The plane landed on a secluded airstrip outside of Mexico City, situated deep within a deserted clearing that was surrounded by an endless jungle and stifling heat. After the jet taxied off the runway, the doors were opened and the pair emerged into the waiting sunlight. Catalina had helped Lara clean her feet on the plane, and now both women were back within the confines of their respective footwear. A man wearing a suit was standing nearby with a Jeep, he then signaled over to Catalina. “Armando! This shall do nicely, thank you for your consideration!”, Catalina thanked the man and gave him a quick hug as the two exchanged pleasantries. Lara remained silent and just tried to blend in. She and Cat then boarded the Jeep and set their course for the Isabellas’ mansion. “So, the plan is simple. We go in, you say nothing, and I negotiate for the release of your petite little friend and her concrete flip-flops. Understood?”, Cat plotted as she drove down a dirt road through the jungle. “Sure, as long as this works”, answered Lara as she contemplated the odds of their success.

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Unbeknownst to Lara and Catalina, Natalie had finally been granted permission to leave the garage. Unfortunately, this permission came at a high cost. She, Roxy, and Rachelle were making their way through the miles of vast jungle that sat behind their mansion. Natalie was still stark naked, however, her wrists had been bound in front of her. Attached to the binds was a long rope, which Roxy used as a leash while she and Rachelle marched ahead of their poor captive. Additionally, a blindfold had been placed over her eyes, so poor Natalie had no way of seeing what lay ahead. “Come, slave. You’re too slow!”, Roxy barked before tugging at the rope. Ever the matching duo, she and Rachelle had changed into tiny denim cutoff shorts, white crop-top shirts, and brown hiking boots. Her pull caused the binds to tighten and made Natalie’s arms stretch out in front of her. “I’m...I’m trying! I can’t see anything out here!”, she beckoned from behind as she was pulled deeper into the wilderness. After what felt like an eternity, the Isabellas finally stopped. “Ah, yes! This is the spot where I seem to have misplaced poor Nina”, Roxy declared as the three came to a large pit of quicksand that sat within a small clearing. It was a decently sized pond, almost circular in shape and seemed to be a good twenty feet across each direction. Natalie was petrified at this revelation. She knew what was happening, but the blindfold’s sensory deprivation only added to her hysteria. Despite this, Rachelle quickly removed it from her head, as she desired to see Natalie’s reaction to seeing the deep pit of mud. “P-please...please, don’t do this!”, Natalie begged while gesturing with her bound wrists. “Slave, you’ve been charged with the crime of being a dastardly DEA pawn, how do you plead?”, Rachelle asked while folding her arms. “Guilty...no, wait! Innocent! I’m not a pawn!”, Natalie hastily answered in confusion. “Due to your contradictory statement, you have been declared guilty and sentenced to stand atop this lovely pit of quicksand!”, Roxy then interjected. Natalie pouted, guessing that nothing she said could’ve saved her from such a fate. Roxy then took the rope and began unraveling it as she walked the perimeter of the pit. After, she was then directly across from where Natalie stood, with the rope stretching out fully over the glistening quicksand. Natalie stared down at the muck, it had a tannish hue and appeared to be extremely silky. As she imagined what came next, she suddenly remembered that she would be entering the quicksand in her bare feet. Her heart sank with a mixed flutter of both fear and excitement, as she immediately recalled her reaction to the “shoe fitting” with Catalina’s cement prior to being shipped off to the Isabellas. “Can I just...I mean, can I please have some shoes for...umm...this?”, Natalie asked while motioning towards the pit. Both Roxy and Rachelle erupted into laughter at her request. “Shoes?! Oh, that’s priceless! Come on, DEA girl! Time for your swim...”, taunted Roxy before giving a few swift pulls to the rope from across the pond. “No! Nonononoooo!!!”, Natalie cried out as her arms were once again stretched out in front of her. Soon after, she felt her entire body being pulled forward towards the muck. She tried her best to maintain a stance, but her bare feet had no traction atop the slippery earth. Soon after, she plunged both of her feet into the quicksand with two deep *plop* sounds. Natalie then stared down in despair while letting out a soft whimper. She stood ankle-deep as the muddy goo worked its way all around her bare feet. Natalie winced as the quicksand oozed its way in and around very inch of her feet, caressing her soles and squishing up between her toes. That’s when she felt the butterflies begin to flurry inside her chest. “Ohhh...oh no...”, she moaned with a sense of reluctant arousal. Behind her, Rachelle giggled at her slave’s newfound predicament. “Look at her! Cat was right, the DEA girl can’t resist!”, she called out to Roxy. Natalie began to feel mortified as she now realized that her secret little fetish suddenly wasn’t as secret as she’d thought.

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Meanwhile, Catalina had navigated the Jeep back onto paved roads and civilization. Lara was calmly riding along, enjoying a few puffs from her blunt as she enjoyed the scenery. The Jeep then found its way to a highly privileged neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, where the Isabellas were currently residing. “This is it, stoner girl. Let’s go get your friend and then we discuss how you can repay me, yes?”, Cat remarked cheerfully after pulling up into the driveway. Lara playfully rolled her eyes as she followed Cat up to the garage. “This is where they’ve been keeping her, watch this...”, Catalina announced as she pressed a few buttons on her phone. Within seconds, the automatic garage door opened right up. “The girls here think they’re smart with their little gadgets, but I have my own little secrets”, she remarked while giving Lara a mischievous glance. However, immediately after the door opened, the two noticed that something was clearly amiss. “Cat! The blocks!”, Lara pointed out as she inspected the pair of cinder blocks that had been left on the floor, side by side. Piles of crumbled concrete sat around them, as well as the hammer and chisel. “Those little Jezebels! Something rotten is clearly happening!”, Catalina declared while conducting some minor detective work. “Look, there. Now, whose little feet made those prints?”, she asked rhetorically while pointing to a pair of dusty, grey bare footprints that led out of the garage and around the side of the house. She and Lara followed them to the backyard, where they disappeared. “Oh dear...”, Catalina uttered softly with a pause. “What is it, Cat?! Come on! I need to save Natalie!”, Lara pleaded while she searched her mind for any possible solution. “Ah yes, the path. Look, over there. That’s where Roxy took their last slave when they got bored with her”, Catalina informed while pointing to a dirt path at the edge of the yard that carried on into the thick jungle surrounding the neighborhood. “Aaaaand, what happened to her, Cat?!”, inquired Lara with a very annoyed tone. “Umm...we shall discuss this later, yes? Perhaps we should not waste time...”, she responded while heading down the path as fast as he heels could carry her. Lara rolled her eye again and followed, hoping to find her friend.

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“Ohhhh...”, Natalie trailed off. Feeling the thick, muddy quicksand as it sucked and squished all over her little feet. It was an ecstatic joy that she’d been depriving herself of for far too long. These types of things had always invigorated her, but she’d always been reluctant to accept this. In her mind, it had always felt too taboo, so she did her best to ignore her true nature. Additionally, she knew very well that Catalina also possessed the same sort of reaction to having her feet plopped into various squishy substances. Natalie despised Catalina, she wanted nothing to do with her or anything that she found pleasure in. This was another mental hurdle that poor Natalie was facing whenever she tried to embrace her inner desires, as she found out the hard way back when Catalina had cemented her feet onto the cinder blocks. Still, she couldn’t change chemistry. Her body was instantly reacting to the silky-smooth quicksand that had engulfed her feet. It felt warm and creamy to the touch, almost like peanut butter. But, it was terribly thick and the suction was immense. “Mmmm...”, Natalie began to moan ever so softly as she fought with her inner demons. “Hey! Hey, narc! Let’s play a little game!!”, Roxy called out to her from across the pit. Natalie’s opened her eyes and looked across at Roxy, who was still holding the rope that had been connected to Natalie’s bound wrists. “So, we see that you’re obviously enjoying this...”, she said while gesturing towards her slave’s dripping pussy. Natalie looked down at this, then blushed in embarrassment while Rachelle laughed from behind her. “Every time that a single drop from that little pussy of yours hits the quicksand, I’m going to give you another pull...”, explained Roxy as she dangled the end of the rope, taunting her prey. Shivers went down Natalie’s spine like lightning bolts. “N-no! You can’t, I can’t help it!!”, she pleaded as the excitement only added to her arousal. Roxy took notice of this, then quickly yanked the rope tightly. Natalie felt her hands and arms jerk forward in front of her, but her feet were met with a strong resistance. The quicksand’s suction had them tight in their grasp. Roxy saw this, then gave another pull of the rope. Natalie winced, expecting to fall flat on her face, but instead, her feet and lower calves dug further down into the quicksand as she slid forward a small bit. “Uggghhhh!!! Nooo!!!”, she called out upon realizing that the pit would only become deeper as she would inevitably be pulled towards the center. Rachelle folded her arms as she enjoyed the show. Natalie was becoming gradually more hysterical. Her nerves had already been shot even prior to their little jungle excursion, but now, she was on overload. At the same time, her sense of arousal was blocking out a strong portion of her fear. In her moments of clarity, she cursed herself for being attracted to such squishy sensations. She couldn’t help but think that she’d be able to discover a way to escape, if only she weren’t so distracted. The quicksand was now up to Natalie’s thighs, making bubbling noises as air pockets were released from below the surface. She was dripping wet...with no signs of stopping. “Another one! I saw that!”, Roxy declared as she held up the rope. “No, NOOO!!!”, Natalie protested as her arms were jerked forward again, pulling her into the deep. At that very moment, she experienced a sudden flurry of ecstasy as her waist became entirely submerged. “Ooohh...OOOOHHHH!!!!”, she moaned uncontrollably. The Isabellas giggled at this, loving themselves as Natalie’s unorthodox sexual desires slowly led to her demise once more. “Tell us how you really feel!”, Rachelle chimed in while taking a few steps closer to the pit. “Yes, Natalie. We’re dying to hear”, a familiar yet unexpected voice called out from nearby, just beyond the pathway. Catalina stood vigilant with her hands on her hips, examining the situation as Lara looked on in horror from behind. “Natalie!!”, she cried out upon witnessing her friend in such peril, and immediately began to sprint directly towards the pit. “No, stoner girl! She is in quicksand!”, a protective Catalina informed Lara before grabbing hold of her arm and jerking her to a halt. Natalie was still in the throes of an impending orgasm. She noticed the two by the side of the pit and became highly confused, but her current state prevented any form of meaningful communication. “Catalina!!!”, Rachelle called out lovingly as she ran over and embraced her. Cat seemed unenthusiastic over this, but quickly returned the hug. “You said you weren’t coming! Why the surprise?”, Rachelle asked. “I wanted to check in and see how you two were enjoying your new toy”, Cat responded as she stared off at Natalie. “We’ve missed you!!”, Roxy called out and waved from across the pit, still holding onto the ropes that connected her to Natalie. “Hello dear...but this?! This is how you treat a high quality gift?”, Catalina asked the pair while gesturing towards the half-submerged slave in the center of the quicksand. “Hey! We bought her, she’s ours, and we shall do as we please”, Rachelle huffed. “We will discuss this later, I shall give you a refund. Now, you two go. I need the DEA peasant to myself, yes?”, Catalina persuaded. The Isabellas gave each other annoyed glances, then trotted off back down the trail to their home.

Meanwhile, Natalie was having the time of her life. The thick, moist quicksand was acting like a giant tongue, sliming its way over her entire body from the waist to her toes. With every inch she sank, she could feel its mass pressing up against her clit, invigorating her as the creamy goo slid up and pressed onto her most sensitive area. “OooooOOOOoohhhh!!!”, she moaned once more as she sank slightly deeper, now up to her belly button. “Cat...what’s happening here?”, Lara asked in distress. “Silence, Lara. You wouldn’t understand”, Cat replied as she stepped over to the ropes resting on the far side of the pit. She picked them up and gave them a gentle tug, to alert Natalie. The latter’s wrists were still firmly bound to the rope, she couldn’t help but look up at Catalina as she refracted within the muddy surface. “C-Catalina? And Lara?! Why are you two here?!”, Natalie finally mustered. “To save you!”, Lara immediately yelled out. “But first!”, Catalina interrupted, “...first, you need to admit something to me. Your life depends on this”, she finished while gently twirling the rope. “Anything! Just...just save me! Don’t let me go under!”, Natalie beckoned in her moment of clarity. “You need to admit that these squishy things, these turn you on like not other”, Catalina commanded whole pointing towards the gooey pit with her red heel. “No! It doesn’t, I sw...ohh, OOOOHHHH!!!!”, Natalie practically wailed as the quicksand shifted once more, swallowing her up to her breasts. Natalie felt the vibrations stem from deep inside before shooting throughout her body like a thousand bolts of lightning. Each climax seemed heavier than the last, and by now, her legs were almost numb. Still, the sensuous texture remained a constant reminder of both her peril and her uncontrollable libido. “Cat! Look, we know. She knows. But we need to get her out of there!!”, Lara pleaded as she watched her friend sink. “I want to hear it from her...”, Catalina replied sadistically as the quicksand continued to swallow Natalie. Feeling herself begin to tremble once more, Natalie had no choice but to utter, “Okay! Okay! You win, alright? I love this stuff! I love how it feels on my skin, I love how it feels between my toes, I love how it’s sucking my feet right now! Oh my GOD!! I love this!!!”. She was practically screaming the last part as Lara stood bewildered. Catalina smiled at these remarks. “Come, stoner girl. Let us pull your friend from the mud”, she called as the two took hold of the rope. With some extensive tugging, Natalie slowly emerged from the pit of slime. She kicked her legs in an effort to escape, then laid flat on the surface before being pulled off to safety. “You owe me big, DEA scum”, remarked Catalina in a snide tone. “Natalie! I’d hug you, but you’re covered in that crap!”, Lara declared with glee, happy that her friend was safe.

As the trio returned to the mansion, the Isabellas were awaiting with annoyed expressions. “So, where’s our refund, Cat?”, Rachelle asked with frustration while eyeing up Lara. Catalina took notice of this and intervened quickly, “You will have your money in your account by tomorrow, that is all I can do”, she answered. Roxy then interjected, “Oh, no no no. We don’t want money, we want another tickle slave. THAT was the deal”, she bargained. Catalina poised her index finger to her lips, then stared off in deep thought. “What about this one? We already had some fun with her before...”, Rachelle suggested while motioning towards Lara. “Oh fuck no!”, Lara protested as she immediately took shelter behind Catalina. Natalie was exhausted at this point, she stood naked and nervous as she awaited her fate. “How about this; you can have me, for one week, but you simply MUST give me the same treatment as our DEA friend here, minus the quicksand bath”, Catalina proposed. “But Cat!!”, a worried Lara interrupted as she put her hands to Catalina’s shoulders. “Now now, stoner girl. I will be fine, this shall be a vacation!”, Catalina reassured her. “Here. Take these keys to the Jeep, get your friend back to our plan and tell Armando what is happening. He will arrange safe transport for both of you, go now”, she instructed while handing Lara the keys. Lara then reached in and gave Catalina a full hug, “Thank you”, she whispered softly. She then escorted Natalie to the Jeep and the two headed off, leaving Roxy and Rachelle alone with their old friend. “And so, I believe this began with a new pair of shoes, yes?”, Catalina asked rhetorically with a smirk on her face.

Within minutes, the Isabellas had already brought Catalina into the garage, the same exact spot where Natalie had been residing all this time. “Take off your heels”, Roxy commanded to her new slave. “Oh no, sweetheart. I’m your prisoner, remember? You’ll be the ones doing the work”, the ever-bossy Cat retorted. And so, Roxy and Rachelle set about de-shoeing their Colombian comrade. Her red heels were placed neatly aside, then her pants were taken off, leaving a red thong as her only garment from the waist down. Her red blouse and white suit jacket still remained as she was guided into the chair at the center of the garage. Roxy tied Catalina’s wrists behind her back while Rachelle applied more binds to the ankles, knees, and thighs. “Ahem, I believe you forget something, no?”, Catalina inquired while sticking out her massive feet and wiggling her toes. “Oh, don’t worry! We’re saving the best for last”, Rachelle commented as she ran her hand smoothly up Catalina’s exposed leg. Roxy then retrieved a large metal tub from the rear of the garage, then set it down in front of Catalina. “We’d figured you’d like to watch the mixing process, to heighten the suspense”, she mused while Rachelle went to retrieve some other key items. “Oh yes! This shall be wonderful, you girls mixed up a fine batch that last time, so very soft!”, Catalina eagerly exclaimed as she waited in her seat. Rachelle then returned with a large sack of concrete mix. The two then ripped open the sack and began filling the metal tub with grey powder. “Oh, oh this looks very fine indeed! I cannot wait to see what it feels like once you add water”, Cat declared as she tingled in anticipation. Her toes wiggled happily on the floor, eagerly awaiting their impending bath. Roxy chuckled at the comment. “Oh, we won’t be using water this time”, she informed her freshly-bound slave. Catalina seemed incredibly perplexed by this, unable to make sense as to what was really happening. “We thought we would use this instead...”, Rachelle announced while presenting a 5-gallon plastic bucket, its label read “Maxim Glue: Permanent Industrial Strength Adhesive”. Catalina’s eyes grew wide in nervous anticipation. “What are you doing?!”, she demanded while uselessly fighting at the ropes around her limbs. The Isabellas had worked extraordinarily hard to generate a true sense of fear from Catalina, which was no easy task. Their captive was now realizing that her visit would be extending much longer than she’d planned. Catalina whimpered as the girls began dumping the Maxim glue into the tub with the powdered cement. It began making thick glugging noises as it poured within, shortly before Rachelle grabbed a shovel and struggled her best to mix it all together. “Behold! Our latest invention, Maxim Cement! No chisel will save those tootsies this time, Cat”, Roxy called out proudly while Rachelle continued to mix. “You...you little deviants! Get me out, get me out of here NOW!!!”, a fiery Catalina ordered from her perch on the chair. “Shh! You’ll provably like this”, Rachelle replied as she slid the metal tub right to the front of Catalina’s chair. Cat raised her bound feet into the air, trying everything in her limited ability to position them away from the nefarious concoction below. “Now, now. Don’t be a bad sport about this”, Rachelle remarked as she grabbed hold of Catalina’s ankles. She then used her long nails to vigorously the soles of Catalina’s feet. “OoooHHHAHAHAHAHA!!! ST-STOP!!!! NOT THERE!!! YOU KNOW I CANNOT BE TICKLED THEREEEHAHAAHAHA!!!”, Catalina tried to plead while fighting the maniacal laugher. Roxy quickly grabbed the other foot and joined the fun, instantly intensifying Catalina’s torture. Cat struggled through the ropes as she flailed her body wildly in protest, unable to stop laughing as the tickling continued onward.

After nearly half an hour, the Isabellas finally ceased their torment. Still holding onto Catalina’s left foot, Roxy then announced, “I think her foot bath is ready”. “No...no, not that!”, Cat struggled to talk as she fought to regain her breath. Roxy and Rachelle each took hold of Catalina’s fighting legs and began to lower them into the tub of goo. Catalina fought with all that she could. This was one of the few points in her life where she’d experienced actual fear. With her toes pointed upward and spread open, her feet were then sunk into the viscous mix. She looked down in horror as they disappeared beneath the surface, unsure it she’d ever see them again. Roxy and Rachelle had been giggling this entire time, taking great pleasure from Catalina’s predicament. It was one thing to scare someone like Lara or Natalie, but to strike fear into Catalina’s heart was a true achievement for Roxy and Rachelle. As Catalina’s feet sunk into the cement/glue hybrid, she instantly became aroused at the initial texture. The mushy substance made a low slurping noise as her feet were swallowed inside. This sensuous touch was to be short-lived, however, as the feeling was nowhere near as soft and smooth as her previous treatment from the Isabellas. Instead, this particular cement was much thicker, stickier, and more viscous than anything Cat had ever dunked her feet into. She could feel it pulling at her heels, sticking them to the bottom of the tub along with the balls of her feet. She tried to spread her toes again, but they quickly retracted as the thick goo oozed between them and took hold. “This...is NOT squishy! My toes, they stick together!”, she whimpered while fighting to move her feet. The concoction was rapidly setting within seconds after coming into contact. Roxy and Rachelle giggled even more, knowing that they’ve ruined what was to be Catalina’s favorite part of this ordeal. Within minutes, the mixture had completely solidified. In a frantic shuffle, Catalina hoisted herself up and began futile attempts to lift her feet out, all while tugging at the ropes around her body. “What have you done to me?!”, she called out furiously as she struggled. If there was ever one way to piss off Ms. Catalina Marquez, restricting her feet would definitely be among the top.

Roxy then walked over and gave the solidified tub a gentle kick with her boot. “Aw, are your new moccasins too tight?”, she teased. “You are dead! Both of you!”, Catalina fumed as she stood defiant. “No, I don’t think so. But you’ll wish you were dead very soon...”, Rachelle hinted as she emerged from the nearby closet and pushed the elaborate ticking machine out from its hibernation. “What...what are you going to do?!”, a startled Catalina asked fearfully. Her tone was much different now, very few people have ever seen Catalina in such a vulnerable state. The Isabellas initially ignored Catalina as they both positioned the massive ticking machine around her. Both girls then grabbed hold of Catalina’s bound wrists. She fought them tremendously as her hands were then raised above and hooked onto the upper portion of the machine, exposing her underarms. “Well, Cat. You took our slave from us, so we figured you’d wish to take her place...”, Roxy announced with glee as she activated the machine. Catalina cursed them as she erupted into maniacal laughter, unable to move or control what was happening to her. The mixture of cement and glue around her feet had firmly anchored her in place, preventing any escape as the torment raged onward.

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Meanwhile, Lara and Natalie were already onboard Catalina’s jet as it sailed through the skies, en route back to the US. “Look, Natalie. You admitted you like this! I’m just trying to help you to relax”, a somewhat miffed Lara did her best attempt as persuasion. Natalie was seated in the aircraft, now wearing a tank top and shorts that she’d procured from Catalina’s wardrobe. She was sitting with both feet resting on the brim of another bucket of spackling compound. “Just dip them in there, will you?”, Lara pleaded. “Hey, don’t rush me!”, Natalie shot back before lifting her tiny right foot and pointing her toes downward. “Mmmmm....”, she uttered with pleasure as her toes sunk into the mushy, white paste. “See? Why lie to yourself? You like what you like, don’t be ashamed of that”, her friend reasoned as Natalie’s foot sunk deeper into the compound. “I...I guess you’re right”, she admitted. The spackle was incredibly soothing to her tired feet, especially after a month of being rendered immobile. Natalie then sunk her other foot inside, deliberately slowing the process to preserve the ecstasy of the initial contact. “Ooohhh...”, she moaned as she felt herself becoming stimulated again. Lara grabbed another joint from the seemingly infinite supply that Catalina had left for her on the plane, lit it, then took a long drag. “Now, we both get to relax”, she declared happily while reclining in the seat next to Natalie’s. The spackling compound made a series of squishing and squelching noises as Natalie’s wandering feet soaked in their treatment. It was freeing for her, she was now able to enjoy her true form without denial nor judgment. Lara’s presence made things a bit easier, as did the promise of returning home. She began to let her mind ease itself as the white goo worked its magic upon her tiny bare feet. But then, she paused before asking, “Why didn’t Catalina join us anyway? Something has to be wrong”. Lara took another puff and exhaled slowly. “Oh please, she’s probably handcuffed to a bed and getting her clit massaged by one of their tongues...probably both, actually. Let the girl have some fun”, she figured as the pair enjoyed their relaxation, blissfully unaware of Catalina’s true predicament.

The End?

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Natalie Banks was doing her best to enjoy the brief period of rest that she’d been granted. For the last excruciating month, she’d been living as a permanent fixture within the vast mansion of Rachelle and Roxy Isabella, two nefarious sadists and former cohorts of the notorious Catalina Marquez. Long ago, she’d been stripped naked and forced into having her feet cemented upon a pair of cinder blocks. Now, during these short stages of rest, she always found herself looking down at the statue-esque outlines of her feet underneath the hardened concrete. She wanted nothing more than to be freed from these confines, but her freedom felt so distant with every passing tickle treatment brought forth by her “owners”. She still blamed herself for getting into that car with Catalina back in the US, it was almost as if she ignored her training entirely during that brief moment. And now, here she was in Mexico City, the property of two deviants with deep-seeded penchants for sadism.

The first week had been utter hell for Natalie. The Isabellas thoroughly enjoyed tormenting their new toy with their elaborate tickle machine. Roxy even went as far as to have a microphone installed near Natalie’s perch in the garage, so the two could listen to her forced laughter anywhere they pleased, via their cell phones. Roxy and Rachelle had prepared something of a daily itinerary for their new personal slave. Each morning, Natalie would be brutally awakened by the pressing of their fingers against her thighs, underarms and belly in a flurry of ticklish sensations. Soon after, the two would administer her “bath”, which consisted of washing her with soapy rags before a quick blast from a hose. The next phase involved a series of skin lotions which were applied to every inch of her body, save for her cement-coated feet. The skin treatments were designed to soften her and open the pores, which consequently made her increasingly more vulnerable to the touch. The two would then carry on tickling her for an hour or two before getting bored, and then, the machine was wheeled out. Natalie dreaded its very existence, her whole body would tremble at just the very thought of the two girls wheeling it out of the closet. It basically consisted of a giant steel arch on wheels, with a whole cacophony of motorized feathers, brushes, and other ticklish tools that were fixed all around. The Isabellas would wheel it over, directly over Natalie, and then use their phones to administer various settings. Natalie would always attempt to run, as a reflex, but the cement made it impossible. The two girls couldn’t help but bask in the sadistic glee at their prisoner’s squirms while she’d struggled to move her feet. Once the machine was activated, there was no telling how long it would continue for. Its main purpose was to inflict the maximum amount of ticklish sensations possible in the twins’ absence, and it more than fulfilled its task. During that first week, Natalie easily spent over 18 hours each day under such torture, either by the machine or at the hands of the Isabellas. But soon, she began to break down. Roxy and Rachelle quickly realized that their slave would occasionally need time to sleep and breathe, or else her reactions simply wouldn’t be as enjoyable as they’d anticipated. Soon after, Natalie was permitted to sleep for six hours each night in a chair that had been setup behind her. The ticking itself now came in waves, always giving her just enough time to regain her breath. It was still pure torture...and she had no idea how much longer she could last before having a serious psychological breakdown.

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Meanwhile, the infamous Catalina Marquez was enjoying some quality time aboard her boat, along with her friend Lara. The two had just disposed of poor Bianca. Catalina was feeling a bit victorious after tying up the loose end, but Lara seemed uneasy over the situation. “I still don’t know, Cat. I mean...did we have to kill her?”, she asked her friend as the two stared down at the chopping waters. “Ah, stoner girl, she is not dead yet! Those scuba tanks have at least five hours of air for her, and I wasn’t lying about the divers that I’ve hired to replace them. Perhaps you’d wish to jump in and save her?”, Catalina asked with a bit of sarcastic detachment, her thick Colombian accent was showing strong. Administering such a cruel fate to Bianca had been business as usual for Catalina, but for Lara, this was something new and she didn’t exactly like it very much. Although she didn’t mind the idea of Bianca suffering, Lara knew that she would eventually die at some point beneath the watery depths, and that was a darkly sobering revelation for her. She’d also known that Catalina was utterly cruel to her enemies, just adherently evil and merciless. Still, Lara also knew Catalina’s more endearing side. The two were developing a deep friendship brought forth by a harrowing series of insane events that had only strengthened their bond. Not in a romantic sense, but something else entirely that Lara couldn’t explain. Still, she regretted Catalina’s evil nature. Lara then sat down in her seat and let the sun bathe her bikini-clad body as she tried to make sense of things. “My dear Lara, some things just have to be done, yes?”, Catalina asked as she came over to comfort her friend. She threw and arm around Lara and began petting her gently. “You will never understand what’s necessary to survive on the higher levels of this business. Look what almost happened to me! And to you, too!”, Catalina tried her best to convince while referencing their escapades in Colombia. Just then, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a text coming in through Cat’s phone. She’d left it on the seat of the boat and Lara reached to hand it over, until she noticed the image on the screen. The first thing that she saw was nude woman with her wrists bound and hung overhead...and her feet cemented onto a pair of cinder blocks. Next to her, Lara could recognize a scantily clad Roxy Isabella, gesturing her arms as if she was displaying some prize on a game show. An accompanying text simply read, “Thanks for the tickle slave, come join in on the fun!”, with several emojis present. “Wait...NATALIE?!”, Lara uttered softly in confusion and disbelief. “I think you’re mistaken, Lara...”, Catalina interjected sternly as she tried to snatch her phone away. “No, no it’s her!! You did this?!”, Lara was both angered and fearful of Natalie’s predicament as she studied the picture further. Catalina remained silent, then let out a sigh before answering. “My dear stoner girl, I must break this down to make it easier to understand. I’m a Colombian drug lord, she’s DEA scum. Our organizations don’t exactly have the best relationship, no?”, she tried to explain. “Oh, don’t give me that! She saved your life! And mine!!”, a fuming Lara chimed in. “My dear Lara, she infiltrated the entire Carnalés organization! It was even her idea to encase our poor feet in such hideous concrete blocks, with no room at all for the toes! I simply decided to fit her with similar footwear. And yes, this woman did save my life, which is why I did not kill her”, Catalina finally elaborated upon shocked ears. “But...a tickle slave?! Cat, you know Roxy and Rachelle are insane!!!”, begged a very concerned Lara. Catalina laughed at her comment. “Oh yes, they’re a bit of a handful. But so entertaining! We must all have fun together, then you see”, she added while taking her phone back. “Cat, I’m not going ANYWHERE with you until we get Natalie the hell out of there!”, Lara commanded as she stood up and crossed her arms. She was doing her best to show some type of authority over Catalina, but in reality, she know she had no say in events. Lara was simply pulling upon Cat’s heart strings. “Hmm...I suppose we could, she’s already been stuck there being tickled for the last month or so”, Catalina caved in after hearing her friend’s perspective. “A MONTH?!”, Lara gasped in horror. She had known firsthand of the cruel nature of the Isabellas’ torture. She’d found it hellish being rendered immobile while tickled mercilessly all over, even after only a few minutes. Lara couldn’t even imagine the demented insanity that poor Natalie had been subjected to. Lara was rendered speechless as she still tried to process the psychological damage that Natalie must have been undergoing all this time.

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Back at the Isabellas mansion, Natalie was just waking up in her chair for another monotonous day of tickle torture. As per usual, she instinctively tried to walk before the heavy cement blocks quickly reminded her of their unwelcome grasp upon her. “Ugh!!!”, she sighed while pressing both palms to her face. Roxy and Rachelle then stepped into the garage, they were each wearing matching red bustiers that left little to the imagination. The pair had been listening in on Natalie via the microphone, waiting for the exact moment that she arose. “Please!! Just, just let me go! Or better yet, is there anything else that I can do?! Just don’t tickle me, please!!”, Natalie begged as she squirmed against the tight, heavy grip of the cement. The Isabellas weren’t empathetic at all to her pleas, as this scene had become something of a routine by this point. However, Natalie did notice something unusual; Rachelle was holding a hammer and a small chisel. “Wait, so this is it?! You’re finally getting me out of here?!”, Lara asked giddily in disbelief. “Sort of. You see, we asked our friend Catalina to come visit and have some fun with you. We deeply miss her, and it’s obviously your fault that we cannot see each other often anymore, so it only felt appropriate”, Rachelle responded while running a hand gently down Natalie’s bare arm. Roxy had knelt down and began chiseling away at the cement around Natalie’s feet. “Oh...oh no...”, she responded in terror of such a remark. Catalina was the absolute last person that Natalie had wished to see. Now, with her feet slowly being freed from their concrete confines, she dreaded what evil would be inflicted next upon her poor toes. “Relax, she can’t make it to see you, unfortunately. Which is a bit of a shame, since that’s the only reason we were still keeping you around lately”, Roxy added as she kept chipping away at the cement. Natalie’s mood then took a turn to confusion at this comment. “Wait, then what’s happening?!”, she asked desperately as she finally regained the ability to move her left foot. Natalie immediately raised it into the air and stretched it out while wiggling her dusty toes. “Well, first, we obviously have to tickle those petite feet of yours. At least for a few hours...”, Rachelle remarked while staring at Natalie’s exposed foot. “Then, we figured you’d might want to take a little swim...”, she added while leaning in and grabbing hold of Natalie’s foot. “A swim?! But isn’t that what happened to your last tickle slave and...OH FUCK!!!”, Natalie screamed upon realizing the fate of her predecessor, Nina, who had been tricked into swimming inside a pit of quicksand. “No, please, no! Tickle me!! Just keep me here? You’ve spent all this time and you haven’t even tickled my feet!!”, Natalie’s tone turned hysterical as she bargained for her life, but the twins merely laughed at her predicament.

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Miles away, Catalina and Lara were sipping wine aboard Catalina’s private jet as it hurled across the clouded skies above Mexico. “Cat, umm...how much drugs does one need to sell to afford one of these?”, Lara asked curiously while lighting up a joint that she’d just rolled for herself. “Psh, not enough as long as little stoner girls keep smoking my inventory!”, Cat teased before giving her friend a playful tap with her bare foot. Catalina was wearing a predictable white pant-suit over a red blouse. She also had a matching pair of red heels, but chose to discard them upon entering the plane. Lara was clad in her baggy jeans, white sneakers, and a red tank top. Cat had advised her to display the Carnalés red coloring in order to blend in properly, as she was still an enemy to the organization. Fortunately, not many people seemed to care much about Lara’s incident with poor Bianca. Still, Catalina was a bit cautious about leaving her alone with the Isabellas. She had a strange relationship with Roxy and Rachelle, and although this didn’t mean much to Catalina at this point, she was still fearful that they may try something on Lara...considering what happened during their last meeting. Like Catalina, Lara had also removed her shoes. Additionally, she’d rid herself of her pesky socks, rolled her jeans up to her knees, and currently had her bare feet waiting patiently inside an empty plastic storage bin. Catalina approached her while carrying a large bucket, then began pouring its contents directly over Lara’s feet as they slowly disappeared underneath the mushy, white texture. She curled her toes as she began to feel the sensations. “So Cat, uhh...what is this stuff again?”, Lara asked while puffing her joint once more. “Spackling compound”, she replied with a grin as the white goo continued to flood the storage bin. Lara leaned back in her plush seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t exactly enjoy these sensuous sentiments in the same way that Catalina did, but still, Lara found it particularly enjoyable. After such a stressful ordeal with Bianca, and now with Natalie’s fate in the balance, this unorthodox footbath was extremely appealing to her. The weed made things even better, it loosened her muscles and helped Lara to relax even further as her curious toes began wiggling around within the thick, white paste. Just by wiggling her toes inside the gooey mix, she began to understand how some people could find this arousing. “It’s not going to harden, is it?”, she asked before taking another drag from the joint. “Oh no, my dear. In fact, a good friend of mine tells me that this is perfectly harmless. I’ve yet to try this myself though, which makes you the guinea pig”, she explained with a short laugh. “Cat!”, Lara huffed, slightly annoyed. “Oh relax, I wouldn’t have done this for you if I’d thought it wasn’t safe. Now, pass that joint and tell me how it feels on those little feet”. Lara reluctantly handed her the joint, then leaned back a bit and closed her eyes. “Hmm...definitely smoother than the cement, it almost reminds me of the clay. But...it’s much easier to move my feet around”, she described to an eager Catalina. “And...the toes?”, Cat asked eagerly. Lara sighed. “Yes, Cat, it’s extremely squishy. Get your feet in here! You’d probably orgasm in the first 30 seconds”, Lara mused with an innocent laugh. Catalina chuckled slightly at the comment, “Oh no, I can’t have any distractions right now. This is merely a test for later, perhaps we will share then”.

Lara had already lit up another joint and was casually puffing away. “So, why tell them that you’re not coming when we obviously are?”, she asked while passing the joint. “Oh no, I know these two. If I accepted their invitation, they would likely prepare your DEA friend in some horrible way as a courtesy for me. This way, we at least know she’s just being ticked. And stuck in cement, no less!”, Catalina replied as she grabbed the joint and wiggled her toes at the tempting thought of wet cement. Lara shrugged, she was used to Cat’s weird side...and actually learning to like it herself. The spackling compound felt heavenly under her naked feet, she wiggled them thoroughly as she contemplated the exit strategy. Still, the escape plan seemed a little off to her, and she didn’t like the images that came to mind when Catalina mused about if the Isabellas were to “prepare” Natalie for something. She suspected that might be true, and remained fearful for Natalie’s sake. Additionally, Lara was highly annoyed that Catalina would force poor Natalie into such a position. Cat had told Lara the story back on the boat. Frankly, it horrified her, but Lara needed Cat to free Natalie and needed to make a good appearance. Additionally, Lara knew that Catalina had some very strong feelings about her captive DEA friend. She was right, Natalie did almost get the two of them killed. Regardless, Lara was loyal to her friends. Even if they were on opposite sides of the law.

The plane landed on a secluded airstrip outside of Mexico City, situated deep within a deserted clearing that was surrounded by an endless jungle and stifling heat. After the jet taxied off the runway, the doors were opened and the pair emerged into the waiting sunlight. Catalina had helped Lara clean her feet on the plane, and now both women were back within the confines of their respective footwear. A man wearing a suit was standing nearby with a Jeep, he then signaled over to Catalina. “Armando! This shall do nicely, thank you for your consideration!”, Catalina thanked the man and gave him a quick hug as the two exchanged pleasantries. Lara remained silent and just tried to blend in. She and Cat then boarded the Jeep and set their course for the Isabellas’ mansion. “So, the plan is simple. We go in, you say nothing, and I negotiate for the release of your petite little friend and her concrete flip-flops. Understood?”, Cat plotted as she drove down a dirt road through the jungle. “Sure, as long as this works”, answered Lara as she contemplated the odds of their success.

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Unbeknownst to Lara and Catalina, Natalie had finally been granted permission to leave the garage. Unfortunately, this permission came at a high cost. She, Roxy, and Rachelle were making their way through the miles of vast jungle that sat behind their mansion. Natalie was still stark naked, however, her wrists had been bound in front of her. Attached to the binds was a long rope, which Roxy used as a leash while she and Rachelle marched ahead of their poor captive. Additionally, a blindfold had been placed over her eyes, so poor Natalie had no way of seeing what lay ahead. “Come, slave. You’re too slow!”, Roxy barked before tugging at the rope. Ever the matching duo, she and Rachelle had changed into tiny denim cutoff shorts, white crop-top shirts, and brown hiking boots. Her pull caused the binds to tighten and made Natalie’s arms stretch out in front of her. “I’m...I’m trying! I can’t see anything out here!”, she beckoned from behind as she was pulled deeper into the wilderness. After what felt like an eternity, the Isabellas finally stopped. “Ah, yes! This is the spot where I seem to have misplaced poor Nina”, Roxy declared as the three came to a large pit of quicksand that sat within a small clearing. It was a decently sized pond, almost circular in shape and seemed to be a good twenty feet across each direction. Natalie was petrified at this revelation. She knew what was happening, but the blindfold’s sensory deprivation only added to her hysteria. Despite this, Rachelle quickly removed it from her head, as she desired to see Natalie’s reaction to seeing the deep pit of mud. “P-please...please, don’t do this!”, Natalie begged while gesturing with her bound wrists. “Slave, you’ve been charged with the crime of being a dastardly DEA pawn, how do you plead?”, Rachelle asked while folding her arms. “Guilty...no, wait! Innocent! I’m not a pawn!”, Natalie hastily answered in confusion. “Due to your contradictory statement, you have been declared guilty and sentenced to stand atop this lovely pit of quicksand!”, Roxy then interjected. Natalie pouted, guessing that nothing she said could’ve saved her from such a fate. Roxy then took the rope and began unraveling it as she walked the perimeter of the pit. After, she was then directly across from where Natalie stood, with the rope stretching out fully over the glistening quicksand. Natalie stared down at the muck, it had a tannish hue and appeared to be extremely silky. As she imagined what came next, she suddenly remembered that she would be entering the quicksand in her bare feet. Her heart sank with a mixed flutter of both fear and excitement, as she immediately recalled her reaction to the “shoe fitting” with Catalina’s cement prior to being shipped off to the Isabellas. “Can I just...I mean, can I please have some shoes for...umm...this?”, Natalie asked while motioning towards the pit. Both Roxy and Rachelle erupted into laughter at her request. “Shoes?! Oh, that’s priceless! Come on, DEA girl! Time for your swim...”, taunted Roxy before giving a few swift pulls to the rope from across the pond. “No! Nonononoooo!!!”, Natalie cried out as her arms were once again stretched out in front of her. Soon after, she felt her entire body being pulled forward towards the muck. She tried her best to maintain a stance, but her bare feet had no traction atop the slippery earth. Soon after, she plunged both of her feet into the quicksand with two deep *plop* sounds. Natalie then stared down in despair while letting out a soft whimper. She stood ankle-deep as the muddy goo worked its way all around her bare feet. Natalie winced as the quicksand oozed its way in and around very inch of her feet, caressing her soles and squishing up between her toes. That’s when she felt the butterflies begin to flurry inside her chest. “Ohhh...oh no...”, she moaned with a sense of reluctant arousal. Behind her, Rachelle giggled at her slave’s newfound predicament. “Look at her! Cat was right, the DEA girl can’t resist!”, she called out to Roxy. Natalie began to feel mortified as she now realized that her secret little fetish suddenly wasn’t as secret as she’d thought.

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Meanwhile, Catalina had navigated the Jeep back onto paved roads and civilization. Lara was calmly riding along, enjoying a few puffs from her blunt as she enjoyed the scenery. The Jeep then found its way to a highly privileged neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, where the Isabellas were currently residing. “This is it, stoner girl. Let’s go get your friend and then we discuss how you can repay me, yes?”, Cat remarked cheerfully after pulling up into the driveway. Lara playfully rolled her eyes as she followed Cat up to the garage. “This is where they’ve been keeping her, watch this...”, Catalina announced as she pressed a few buttons on her phone. Within seconds, the automatic garage door opened right up. “The girls here think they’re smart with their little gadgets, but I have my own little secrets”, she remarked while giving Lara a mischievous glance. However, immediately after the door opened, the two noticed that something was clearly amiss. “Cat! The blocks!”, Lara pointed out as she inspected the pair of cinder blocks that had been left on the floor, side by side. Piles of crumbled concrete sat around them, as well as the hammer and chisel. “Those little Jezebels! Something rotten is clearly happening!”, Catalina declared while conducting some minor detective work. “Look, there. Now, whose little feet made those prints?”, she asked rhetorically while pointing to a pair of dusty, grey bare footprints that led out of the garage and around the side of the house. She and Lara followed them to the backyard, where they disappeared. “Oh dear...”, Catalina uttered softly with a pause. “What is it, Cat?! Come on! I need to save Natalie!”, Lara pleaded while she searched her mind for any possible solution. “Ah yes, the path. Look, over there. That’s where Roxy took their last slave when they got bored with her”, Catalina informed while pointing to a dirt path at the edge of the yard that carried on into the thick jungle surrounding the neighborhood. “Aaaaand, what happened to her, Cat?!”, inquired Lara with a very annoyed tone. “Umm...we shall discuss this later, yes? Perhaps we should not waste time...”, she responded while heading down the path as fast as he heels could carry her. Lara rolled her eye again and followed, hoping to find her friend.

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“Ohhhh...”, Natalie trailed off. Feeling the thick, muddy quicksand as it sucked and squished all over her little feet. It was an ecstatic joy that she’d been depriving herself of for far too long. These types of things had always invigorated her, but she’d always been reluctant to accept this. In her mind, it had always felt too taboo, so she did her best to ignore her true nature. Additionally, she knew very well that Catalina also possessed the same sort of reaction to having her feet plopped into various squishy substances. Natalie despised Catalina, she wanted nothing to do with her or anything that she found pleasure in. This was another mental hurdle that poor Natalie was facing whenever she tried to embrace her inner desires, as she found out the hard way back when Catalina had cemented her feet onto the cinder blocks. Still, she couldn’t change chemistry. Her body was instantly reacting to the silky-smooth quicksand that had engulfed her feet. It felt warm and creamy to the touch, almost like peanut butter. But, it was terribly thick and the suction was immense. “Mmmm...”, Natalie began to moan ever so softly as she fought with her inner demons. “Hey! Hey, narc! Let’s play a little game!!”, Roxy called out to her from across the pit. Natalie’s opened her eyes and looked across at Roxy, who was still holding the rope that had been connected to Natalie’s bound wrists. “So, we see that you’re obviously enjoying this...”, she said while gesturing towards her slave’s dripping pussy. Natalie looked down at this, then blushed in embarrassment while Rachelle laughed from behind her. “Every time that a single drop from that little pussy of yours hits the quicksand, I’m going to give you another pull...”, explained Roxy as she dangled the end of the rope, taunting her prey. Shivers went down Natalie’s spine like lightning bolts. “N-no! You can’t, I can’t help it!!”, she pleaded as the excitement only added to her arousal. Roxy took notice of this, then quickly yanked the rope tightly. Natalie felt her hands and arms jerk forward in front of her, but her feet were met with a strong resistance. The quicksand’s suction had them tight in their grasp. Roxy saw this, then gave another pull of the rope. Natalie winced, expecting to fall flat on her face, but instead, her feet and lower calves dug further down into the quicksand as she slid forward a small bit. “Uggghhhh!!! Nooo!!!”, she called out upon realizing that the pit would only become deeper as she would inevitably be pulled towards the center. Rachelle folded her arms as she enjoyed the show. Natalie was becoming gradually more hysterical. Her nerves had already been shot even prior to their little jungle excursion, but now, she was on overload. At the same time, her sense of arousal was blocking out a strong portion of her fear. In her moments of clarity, she cursed herself for being attracted to such squishy sensations. She couldn’t help but think that she’d be able to discover a way to escape, if only she weren’t so distracted. The quicksand was now up to Natalie’s thighs, making bubbling noises as air pockets were released from below the surface. She was dripping wet...with no signs of stopping. “Another one! I saw that!”, Roxy declared as she held up the rope. “No, NOOO!!!”, Natalie protested as her arms were jerked forward again, pulling her into the deep. At that very moment, she experienced a sudden flurry of ecstasy as her waist became entirely submerged. “Ooohh...OOOOHHHH!!!!”, she moaned uncontrollably. The Isabellas giggled at this, loving themselves as Natalie’s unorthodox sexual desires slowly led to her demise once more. “Tell us how you really feel!”, Rachelle chimed in while taking a few steps closer to the pit. “Yes, Natalie. We’re dying to hear”, a familiar yet unexpected voice called out from nearby, just beyond the pathway. Catalina stood vigilant with her hands on her hips, examining the situation as Lara looked on in horror from behind. “Natalie!!”, she cried out upon witnessing her friend in such peril, and immediately began to sprint directly towards the pit. “No, stoner girl! She is in quicksand!”, a protective Catalina informed Lara before grabbing hold of her arm and jerking her to a halt. Natalie was still in the throes of an impending orgasm. She noticed the two by the side of the pit and became highly confused, but her current state prevented any form of meaningful communication. “Catalina!!!”, Rachelle called out lovingly as she ran over and embraced her. Cat seemed unenthusiastic over this, but quickly returned the hug. “You said you weren’t coming! Why the surprise?”, Rachelle asked. “I wanted to check in and see how you two were enjoying your new toy”, Cat responded as she stared off at Natalie. “We’ve missed you!!”, Roxy called out and waved from across the pit, still holding onto the ropes that connected her to Natalie. “Hello dear...but this?! This is how you treat a high quality gift?”, Catalina asked the pair while gesturing towards the half-submerged slave in the center of the quicksand. “Hey! We bought her, she’s ours, and we shall do as we please”, Rachelle huffed. “We will discuss this later, I shall give you a refund. Now, you two go. I need the DEA peasant to myself, yes?”, Catalina persuaded. The Isabellas gave each other annoyed glances, then trotted off back down the trail to their home.

Meanwhile, Natalie was having the time of her life. The thick, moist quicksand was acting like a giant tongue, sliming its way over her entire body from the waist to her toes. With every inch she sank, she could feel its mass pressing up against her clit, invigorating her as the creamy goo slid up and pressed onto her most sensitive area. “OooooOOOOoohhhh!!!”, she moaned once more as she sank slightly deeper, now up to her belly button. “Cat...what’s happening here?”, Lara asked in distress. “Silence, Lara. You wouldn’t understand”, Cat replied as she stepped over to the ropes resting on the far side of the pit. She picked them up and gave them a gentle tug, to alert Natalie. The latter’s wrists were still firmly bound to the rope, she couldn’t help but look up at Catalina as she refracted within the muddy surface. “C-Catalina? And Lara?! Why are you two here?!”, Natalie finally mustered. “To save you!”, Lara immediately yelled out. “But first!”, Catalina interrupted, “...first, you need to admit something to me. Your life depends on this”, she finished while gently twirling the rope. “Anything! Just...just save me! Don’t let me go under!”, Natalie beckoned in her moment of clarity. “You need to admit that these squishy things, these turn you on like not other”, Catalina commanded whole pointing towards the gooey pit with her red heel. “No! It doesn’t, I sw...ohh, OOOOHHHH!!!!”, Natalie practically wailed as the quicksand shifted once more, swallowing her up to her breasts. Natalie felt the vibrations stem from deep inside before shooting throughout her body like a thousand bolts of lightning. Each climax seemed heavier than the last, and by now, her legs were almost numb. Still, the sensuous texture remained a constant reminder of both her peril and her uncontrollable libido. “Cat! Look, we know. She knows. But we need to get her out of there!!”, Lara pleaded as she watched her friend sink. “I want to hear it from her...”, Catalina replied sadistically as the quicksand continued to swallow Natalie. Feeling herself begin to tremble once more, Natalie had no choice but to utter, “Okay! Okay! You win, alright? I love this stuff! I love how it feels on my skin, I love how it feels between my toes, I love how it’s sucking my feet right now! Oh my GOD!! I love this!!!”. She was practically screaming the last part as Lara stood bewildered. Catalina smiled at these remarks. “Come, stoner girl. Let us pull your friend from the mud”, she called as the two took hold of the rope. With some extensive tugging, Natalie slowly emerged from the pit of slime. She kicked her legs in an effort to escape, then laid flat on the surface before being pulled off to safety. “You owe me big, DEA scum”, remarked Catalina in a snide tone. “Natalie! I’d hug you, but you’re covered in that crap!”, Lara declared with glee, happy that her friend was safe.

As the trio returned to the mansion, the Isabellas were awaiting with annoyed expressions. “So, where’s our refund, Cat?”, Rachelle asked with frustration while eyeing up Lara. Catalina took notice of this and intervened quickly, “You will have your money in your account by tomorrow, that is all I can do”, she answered. Roxy then interjected, “Oh, no no no. We don’t want money, we want another tickle slave. THAT was the deal”, she bargained. Catalina poised her index finger to her lips, then stared off in deep thought. “What about this one? We already had some fun with her before...”, Rachelle suggested while motioning towards Lara. “Oh fuck no!”, Lara protested as she immediately took shelter behind Catalina. Natalie was exhausted at this point, she stood naked and nervous as she awaited her fate. “How about this; you can have me, for one week, but you simply MUST give me the same treatment as our DEA friend here, minus the quicksand bath”, Catalina proposed. “But Cat!!”, a worried Lara interrupted as she put her hands to Catalina’s shoulders. “Now now, stoner girl. I will be fine, this shall be a vacation!”, Catalina reassured her. “Here. Take these keys to the Jeep, get your friend back to our plan and tell Armando what is happening. He will arrange safe transport for both of you, go now”, she instructed while handing Lara the keys. Lara then reached in and gave Catalina a full hug, “Thank you”, she whispered softly. She then escorted Natalie to the Jeep and the two headed off, leaving Roxy and Rachelle alone with their old friend. “And so, I believe this began with a new pair of shoes, yes?”, Catalina asked rhetorically with a smirk on her face.

Within minutes, the Isabellas had already brought Catalina into the garage, the same exact spot where Natalie had been residing all this time. “Take off your heels”, Roxy commanded to her new slave. “Oh no, sweetheart. I’m your prisoner, remember? You’ll be the ones doing the work”, the ever-bossy Cat retorted. And so, Roxy and Rachelle set about de-shoeing their Colombian comrade. Her red heels were placed neatly aside, then her pants were taken off, leaving a red thong as her only garment from the waist down. Her red blouse and white suit jacket still remained as she was guided into the chair at the center of the garage. Roxy tied Catalina’s wrists behind her back while Rachelle applied more binds to the ankles, knees, and thighs. “Ahem, I believe you forget something, no?”, Catalina inquired while sticking out her massive feet and wiggling her toes. “Oh, don’t worry! We’re saving the best for last”, Rachelle commented as she ran her hand smoothly up Catalina’s exposed leg. Roxy then retrieved a large metal tub from the rear of the garage, then set it down in front of Catalina. “We’d figured you’d like to watch the mixing process, to heighten the suspense”, she mused while Rachelle went to retrieve some other key items. “Oh yes! This shall be wonderful, you girls mixed up a fine batch that last time, so very soft!”, Catalina eagerly exclaimed as she waited in her seat. Rachelle then returned with a large sack of concrete mix. The two then ripped open the sack and began filling the metal tub with grey powder. “Oh, oh this looks very fine indeed! I cannot wait to see what it feels like once you add water”, Cat declared as she tingled in anticipation. Her toes wiggled happily on the floor, eagerly awaiting their impending bath. Roxy chuckled at the comment. “Oh, we won’t be using water this time”, she informed her freshly-bound slave. Catalina seemed incredibly perplexed by this, unable to make sense as to what was really happening. “We thought we would use this instead...”, Rachelle announced while presenting a 5-gallon plastic bucket, its label read “Maxim Glue: Permanent Industrial Strength Adhesive”. Catalina’s eyes grew wide in nervous anticipation. “What are you doing?!”, she demanded while uselessly fighting at the ropes around her limbs. The Isabellas had worked extraordinarily hard to generate a true sense of fear from Catalina, which was no easy task. Their captive was now realizing that her visit would be extending much longer than she’d planned. Catalina whimpered as the girls began dumping the Maxim glue into the tub with the powdered cement. It began making thick glugging noises as it poured within, shortly before Rachelle grabbed a shovel and struggled her best to mix it all together. “Behold! Our latest invention, Maxim Cement! No chisel will save those tootsies this time, Cat”, Roxy called out proudly while Rachelle continued to mix. “You...you little deviants! Get me out, get me out of here NOW!!!”, a fiery Catalina ordered from her perch on the chair. “Shh! You’ll provably like this”, Rachelle replied as she slid the metal tub right to the front of Catalina’s chair. Cat raised her bound feet into the air, trying everything in her limited ability to position them away from the nefarious concoction below. “Now, now. Don’t be a bad sport about this”, Rachelle remarked as she grabbed hold of Catalina’s ankles. She then used her long nails to vigorously the soles of Catalina’s feet. “OoooHHHAHAHAHAHA!!! ST-STOP!!!! NOT THERE!!! YOU KNOW I CANNOT BE TICKLED THEREEEHAHAAHAHA!!!”, Catalina tried to plead while fighting the maniacal laugher. Roxy quickly grabbed the other foot and joined the fun, instantly intensifying Catalina’s torture. Cat struggled through the ropes as she flailed her body wildly in protest, unable to stop laughing as the tickling continued onward.

After nearly half an hour, the Isabellas finally ceased their torment. Still holding onto Catalina’s left foot, Roxy then announced, “I think her foot bath is ready”. “No...no, not that!”, Cat struggled to talk as she fought to regain her breath. Roxy and Rachelle each took hold of Catalina’s fighting legs and began to lower them into the tub of goo. Catalina fought with all that she could. This was one of the few points in her life where she’d experienced actual fear. With her toes pointed upward and spread open, her feet were then sunk into the viscous mix. She looked down in horror as they disappeared beneath the surface, unsure it she’d ever see them again. Roxy and Rachelle had been giggling this entire time, taking great pleasure from Catalina’s predicament. It was one thing to scare someone like Lara or Natalie, but to strike fear into Catalina’s heart was a true achievement for Roxy and Rachelle. As Catalina’s feet sunk into the cement/glue hybrid, she instantly became aroused at the initial texture. The mushy substance made a low slurping noise as her feet were swallowed inside. This sensuous touch was to be short-lived, however, as the feeling was nowhere near as soft and smooth as her previous treatment from the Isabellas. Instead, this particular cement was much thicker, stickier, and more viscous than anything Cat had ever dunked her feet into. She could feel it pulling at her heels, sticking them to the bottom of the tub along with the balls of her feet. She tried to spread her toes again, but they quickly retracted as the thick goo oozed between them and took hold. “This...is NOT squishy! My toes, they stick together!”, she whimpered while fighting to move her feet. The concoction was rapidly setting within seconds after coming into contact. Roxy and Rachelle giggled even more, knowing that they’ve ruined what was to be Catalina’s favorite part of this ordeal. Within minutes, the mixture had completely solidified. In a frantic shuffle, Catalina hoisted herself up and began futile attempts to lift her feet out, all while tugging at the ropes around her body. “What have you done to me?!”, she called out furiously as she struggled. If there was ever one way to piss off Ms. Catalina Marquez, restricting her feet would definitely be among the top.

Roxy then walked over and gave the solidified tub a gentle kick with her boot. “Aw, are your new moccasins too tight?”, she teased. “You are dead! Both of you!”, Catalina fumed as she stood defiant. “No, I don’t think so. But you’ll wish you were dead very soon...”, Rachelle hinted as she emerged from the nearby closet and pushed the elaborate ticking machine out from its hibernation. “What...what are you going to do?!”, a startled Catalina asked fearfully. Her tone was much different now, very few people have ever seen Catalina in such a vulnerable state. The Isabellas initially ignored Catalina as they both positioned the massive ticking machine around her. Both girls then grabbed hold of Catalina’s bound wrists. She fought them tremendously as her hands were then raised above and hooked onto the upper portion of the machine, exposing her underarms. “Well, Cat. You took our slave from us, so we figured you’d wish to take her place...”, Roxy announced with glee as she activated the machine. Catalina cursed them as she erupted into maniacal laughter, unable to move or control what was happening to her. The mixture of cement and glue around her feet had firmly anchored her in place, preventing any escape as the torment raged onward.

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Meanwhile, Lara and Natalie were already onboard Catalina’s jet as it sailed through the skies, en route back to the US. “Look, Natalie. You admitted you like this! I’m just trying to help you to relax”, a somewhat miffed Lara did her best attempt as persuasion. Natalie was seated in the aircraft, now wearing a tank top and shorts that she’d procured from Catalina’s wardrobe. She was sitting with both feet resting on the brim of another bucket of spackling compound. “Just dip them in there, will you?”, Lara pleaded. “Hey, don’t rush me!”, Natalie shot back before lifting her tiny right foot and pointing her toes downward. “Mmmmm....”, she uttered with pleasure as her toes sunk into the mushy, white paste. “See? Why lie to yourself? You like what you like, don’t be ashamed of that”, her friend reasoned as Natalie’s foot sunk deeper into the compound. “I...I guess you’re right”, she admitted. The spackle was incredibly soothing to her tired feet, especially after a month of being rendered immobile. Natalie then sunk her other foot inside, deliberately slowing the process to preserve the ecstasy of the initial contact. “Ooohhh...”, she moaned as she felt herself becoming stimulated again. Lara grabbed another joint from the seemingly infinite supply that Catalina had left for her on the plane, lit it, then took a long drag. “Now, we both get to relax”, she declared happily while reclining in the seat next to Natalie’s. The spackling compound made a series of squishing and squelching noises as Natalie’s wandering feet soaked in their treatment. It was freeing for her, she was now able to enjoy her true form without denial nor judgment. Lara’s presence made things a bit easier, as did the promise of returning home. She began to let her mind ease itself as the white goo worked its magic upon her tiny bare feet. But then, she paused before asking, “Why didn’t Catalina join us anyway? Something has to be wrong”. Lara took another puff and exhaled slowly. “Oh please, she’s probably handcuffed to a bed and getting her clit massaged by one of their tongues...probably both, actually. Let the girl have some fun”, she figured as the pair enjoyed their relaxation, blissfully unaware of Catalina’s true predicament.

The End?