Christie Monteiro Tickled

A pink hair girl was walking across the random streets looking for someone. She went around the entire streets of Brazil searching for this girl. She even showed posters as they shrugged. The pink hair girl sigh cursing at the sky. This girl was Cheryl. She is somewhat famous for doing... most up scene type of action and doing it in her own way... Sadly she had to get her hands dirty for this one. Cheryl sigh glancing around and continues her search. The girl she was looking for was at least a good average looking height girl with brown hair in a ponytail. She was around... 19 and has some knowledge in the Capoeira field. That wasn't good for what Cheryl had to do. She need to find a girl that stood out easily. All of these people were just wearing some standard clothing that didn't match the poster. What if she knew and hid before Cheryl came? She finally lost her nerves gripping the poster. She almost destroyed it.

"Where is Christie Monteiro!?" I yelled having my voice yelling towards the Heaven. There was a loud cough behind Cheryl. She glance over her shoulder staring at the Brazilian girl. She was the correct description. She had no shoes revealing her painted white nails having that tan Latina skin. Her pants shine a bit in the light as a purple rope around her wrist. The rope belt had two strands at the end she had a very revealing body. Cheryl almost blushed seeing her. A good size C breasts and having a small strand of the yellow top covering about 3/4 of her breasts. It was connected around her neck and the back towards the rope I notice. Se had green bands around her upper arm. Her hands were in some sort of fighter dark blue gloves. They were fingerless gloves. She had dark brown eyes? Cheryl just tilt her head trying to get a better view.

"You're the strange female asking for me?" she said leaning her body forward. Cheryl glance down almost staring into her clever age. She stop to shake her head. Focus.

"I'm here to take you out!" Cheryl said getting ready for combat. Cheryl didn't want to cheat. True, she could have stun her since she use Capoeira. Stunning her feet would hurt her badly and wouldn't function properly... Cheryl would feel horrible so she was going to do the honorable way. Fight her... Or run and convince her...

"Alright." Christie said getting herself ready. She was hoping in a strange way. She didn't raise her hands like Cheryl thought. She was stepping back and hopping forward switching her other foot back. This was the fighting style... How unique.

"Go easy on me." she said waiting for my attack. No, Cheryl couldn't hurt a gal like her. She panicked on purpose. Cheryl was going to charge, rushing towards the girl. She got ready sweeping her body forward. Oh no. She grab the ground twisting her body around quickly. Her legs were spinning almost kicking Cheryl. Cheryl was able to have an inch away from the spinning kicks. Taking the chance, Cheryl was running in her dark Gothic Lolita outfit. Running past the target, she pursued. Cheryl glance knowing her method was working... As long as her kicks didn't halt her.

"Come back here!" she said having a very aggressive and annoyed voice. Running through the streets were annoying. Cheryl found it difficult with this much people. Running through the crowd, everyone stepped aside watching their warrior chase after Cheryl. Crud. Cheryl jumped over a stand watching the girl flip over it. She was still behind her! Cheryl found herself sweating. She needed a good area that NO ONE could interrupt them- the forest! Cheryl glance at a wall in front of her. Cheryl jumped and ran up the wall a bit heading left. The girl Christie pursued by doing the same. She was really caught up in getting the girl.

"You better fight me!" she yell jumping ahead of Cheryl. The sudden move almost got her. She tried to kick her raising her left foot from the ground. Cheryl moved towards the right ducking the low kick and high. Sliding on the concrete ground scraped the outfit Cheryl had.

"You shall pay for that!" Cheryl said running aggressively through the city heading into the forest. The Brazilian forest was a good place to get someone without getting interrupted... However Cheryl knew one fall back. She better not fall down from her own advantage. Cheryl was careful not to stumble. She jumped through the roots and vines, hoping and sprinting when she can. Cheryl was going to lose herself in the stamina. Running for a good ten minutes was tiresome. Cheryl notice her pursuer still chasing her. She wasn't even tired!

"Gosh darn it woman!" Cheryl said closing her eyes. She notice a nearby lake. Cheryl ran towards it noticing the sudden light shining- Holy snap! Using the last of her energy Cheryl made a quick jump sprint through this hug root sticking out as well as some vines that could tie her up. Cheryl lift her legs to high landing into the coast. She rolled around the sand feeling the cold water wash over her dress. Her hair got hit as she got up. She cursed. Christie was following right behind her although she didn't notice the root.

"AH!" she screamed as she tripped. Her body fell forward feeling the vines wrapped around her entire body so quickly. She spun off the vines holding her body as it landed- Cheryl found herself feeling a sudden weight adding onto her chest. She cough some saliva cursing.

"N-No fair! That wasn't even honorable!" she yell kicking around. Cheryl got up looking at her dark gown. It was ruined! She vexed her view upon Christie although the root did it's job. The vines tied Christie up already. Cheryl job was easier. She didn't need to worry about tying her up with something.

"Good lord woman..." Cheryl said catching her breathe, "How can you run so much... And barefooted too!?" She blush saying nothing.

"I-I am trained to do so much without any shoes. Boots like yours will be a hindering objection to my style!" Cheryl glance at her bare feet- They were dirty! Even though they looked nice on the top, it was covered in dirt and whatever stuff... And she couldn't feel it?!

"Girl... I'm going to teach you to clean your feet." Cheryl said looking around. She had no cloth with her. Christie was blushing red.

"E-excuse m?! I d-don't you to do that! Let me go! Fight me fairly! You wanted to fight me!" Cheryl stop. She never actually explain why she was searching for her. Christie was thinking Cheryl was some bad guy...

"Uh..." Cheryl said scratching her head innocently, "You see... I wasn't trying to fight you." Christie froze and yell, "WHAT?!"

"I was trying to find you so..." Cheryl stop giggling and blushing to herself, "I wanted to tickle you." Hearing the words, Christie turn her head defiant.

"T-tickle!? Haven't you heard what I said... I trained myself to ignore such!" Cheryl found that as a lie.

"Oh really?" Cheryl said. She glance at her gown sighing. It cost a hundred dollars and it was already tattered. Hearing the tore Cheryl did on her lower part of her skirt, she bundled it up to act like a wash cloth. Christie hoped she wasn't doing what she was thinking... Cheryl place the piece of skirt into the nearby lake having it soak. She approach the girl sitting on her ankles.

"N-no. Let me go!" Christie said. Her voice was shaking and begging somehow. Cheryl smiled.

"Oh? I was going to clean your feet. I don't want you to go through the trouble now..." Cheryl was teasing her.

"I can do it myself!" she said wiggling, "P-please, donheeheEEEK!" she shut her mouth feeling the wet cloth. She held her mouth as Cheryl motion the cloth up and down her arch.

"So dirty... Ugh, bug guts? You stepped on them. Gahaha, how can you chase someone in such a terrain!" Cheryl was taunting her slowly. Christie was fighting back. Cheryl had to used more than enough pressure to get the dirt off. That was enough to make Christie flinch.

"Great... Look at it." Cheryl said showing the dirt. Showing the dirty cloth, Cheryl toss it into the forest sighing.

"This will not do!" She glance at Christie, "You really need to wash your feet time to time..." There was no way Cheryl could use her dress to wash off the dirt. She needed soap and a scrubbing brush with many bristles- no, a good thick amount.

"No more! Please!" Christie begged. Cheryl vex at her, "Yeah... You made me tore off a part of my $100 dress and expect mercy? No way sister... Besides, the job to get you is worth the pay." She just whimpered as Cheryl left her there. She quickly ran back towards the city getting some equipment. Rushing back panting.

"Ugh... Why not." Cheryl drop her new utensils in front of Christie on purpose. She grew red in the face. A brush, a soap bare, some pens, a strange zip tie and a long thread. The brushes vary from a very small, medium and large. They were all bearing white bristles. Christie was blushing madly. This girl was really trying to break her using tickling... And it would work if she continued it for hours. She wiggled her toes cutely as she glance at Cheryl. She blushed more glancing at the pink hair stranger tossing off her dress. She had a white t-shirt but toss it on top of her tattered outfit. She lower herself showing her dark panties undoing her boots and lying her socks in those boots. She was only in her undergarments.

"Eh- W-why!?" she pose trying to hide the sudden amazement.

"I'm making myself dry... Embarrass to see us to in such clothing alone..." Cheryl got close to the girl hearing her squeal. Christie's face was blushing as Cheryl backed off.

"How amusing!" Cheryl said. She grab the bucket with all the items heading towards the water. She place the soap on brush scrubbing it. She place the brush on her arch that was somewhat smudged. Hearing Christie giggle and close her mouth was giving Cheryl her amusement.

"Liar." Cheryl said rubbing the brush in it's moderate pace. The brush was running across her left sole. She would move her right to protect it, but Cheryl would get made. She controlled herself as Cheryl notice the quivering sole.

"You're holding yourself back... You're enjoying this." Christie would answer but giggles would escape. Cheryl took advantage, "Oh... Want me to do it even longer, maybe for the rest of the day till tomorrow... Getting at those toes will be last!"

"Noahahaheheehheheeheeheh!" she manage to say letting some giggles. She shock her head as she controlled herself once more. The scrubbing on her left foot was long and intense. It was cleaned across her arch. Cheryl found an annoyed face. She needed some minions to do the work... Oh wait.

"Like you will go anywhere." Cheryl place on some flip flops she bought. She knew she was going to be in this type of attire getting some goats and ice cream. Cheryl walked back. Christie heard the barking going wide eyed.  

"No! You better not you foreigner!" she was now scared. "Oops." Cheryl said shoving the wet ice cream on her heel. The cold feeling shocked Christie. She flex her feet as I rub it a bit further upwards. The goats notice and hover towards her feet. They started to lick. They were quite famish.

"Nohahhehhehee...." she bit her lip and squirm in the vines. Cheryl admired her resistance... Although she gave away to actually get her to laugh. Hot and cold will affect someone's sensitivity so badly. Cheryl left one last time to get a lot of ice. She was sweating badly and had a tightened face. Her eyes were close most of the time not even noticing Cheryl's return. Cheryl applaud her. She would have laugh so badly as the goats lick her heels. She took the ice and dump it in the water. Christie open one eye managing to say in one word sentences, "What... was... that...?"

"It... is.." Cheryl mocked, "Your... defeat..." Christie seemed confident she was going to break. Dumping the brush in the very cold water, Cheryl rubbed two brushes against the balls of her feet. She open her eyes screaming madly. Her giggles transform into laughter. She was now flailing and trying to defend her feet. That failed though. Cheryl was making the front foot worse on the ball as the goats were just licking at the heel.

"Stophahahh, stoaphahahah,s othhhahosothahhahahahahahh!" she kept repeating shaking her brown hair. Cheryl shook her head teasing her feet. She glance at he goats licking off the next area. They cleaned her heel pretty well. I could see her tan skin. Running the brushes all over the arches and middle of her feet, she was flexing and curling her toes. Her hands were closing into fist grabbing sand and letting go. Cheryl notice her struggle as it took a good twenty minutes to finish. Cheryl gave her a break glancing at her.

"Pleassseheheheheh... Stop... I beg you warrior-"

"Warrior?" Cheryl made it sound like an insult. She corrected herself, "Foreigner! Please, I give up! Take what you want!" Cheryl stopped and glance at the scared girl. She couldn't help but laugh bluntly. The girl was confuse biting her lower lip.

"Hun, you're not going to give me anything except your laughter."

"B-Why!?" she yelled. She was really confuse at this move.

"Because... I wanted to. I was paid to do this and they know if I am or not." Cheryl said teasing her white painted toes, "Besides... I love doing this."

"But... I can't talk you out of it her." she said almost disappointed.

"You'll thank me." Cheryl said. She took the chance to place the goats nearby eating the grass. Cheryl took a toothbrush and dumped it into the cold water turning it on.

"No! Don't, not the toes!" she beg.

"I am." Cheryl tease as her brushes took their marks. Christie broke in a few minutes. Her giggles were laughter. They weren't hysterical. The brushes were slowly taking up the dirt as Cheryl was annoyed. She took some medium hand size brushes and change it out with her brush. She held her toes back getting at the insteps. Doing this made Christie jump, moving around. Her toes were really moving now. They were opening and closing, trying to avoid Cheryl's fingers holding them. That didn't stop Cheryl.

"HAhahahhahahhAHAHHA HHH A H HAHAHAHHHHAHH!" was all Christie could muster up. Cheryl stop glancing at the clean feet. That took ten minutes. Wow. And the utensils were... Dirty of course. A waste of some twenty dollars.

"You better pay for the money I spent... Around $200... There was a heavy panting sound coming from Christie. Cheryl giggled at her.

"A-alright..." Christie said. Cheryl turned around.

"Excuse me?"

"I'll pay..." Christie said. Cheryl found this as a form of bribe. "I'm not letting you go just because you're offering it-"

"I'm doing this out of my good will." she comment, "And I did ruin it. I deserve this..." she turn her face blushing.

"Oh... You're enjoying this." Christie didn't admit. She never had someone actually pamper her feet. Yeah, she would like to go to the foot spas but they would just struggle. Cheryl just did it so... straightforwardly. Tied down as well. It was... making Christie a bit excited. She flex her toes smiling. She was blushing.

"I guess." she admits. Cheryl couldn't help but blush at the girl. Good... Now she can go all out.

"Since I clean your feet... I'm going to give you two more treatments then I'm done." Christie raise an eyebrow.

"L-like...?" Cheryl said nothing taking the sudden zip tie and placing it around her big toes. Christie felt it unable to move her soles apart. She flex her toes though. She had trouble flexing the big one. Cheryl then slip the thread around the Zip Tie pulling it back. Her big toes follow pulled taunt. For some reason Christie couldn't actually move her feet. She thought about something. Every thing she did was involving some sort of movement by her big toes... She couldn't kick without moving her toes outward to give a push. She did almost any type of kick moving her feet at a way that coordinates with the big toes... Now they were still. Cheryl didn't notice but the girl was wanting to feel Cheryl's full tickling gift... Cheryl opened her tongue sending it on her toes, stopping to wrap around the big toes. Feeling this made Christie broke into laughter.

"NOHAAHHAHAH AAHA AH AAHAH AHAAAHAH AAHAH! WHATHHHAHHA TISHHAHAHAH ASTHTHTAHTHHA!?" Cheryl stop to question, "What?!" Christie took in some breathes saying, "I asked... what...was that?!"

"Oh, my tongue... You know what, I'll get your toes later." Christie was loving that. How her toes were getting... worshiped but sending her into a driven state. Cheryl took out a pen smiling at the girl. She went wide eye.

"Y-you better not-"

"Don't worry," Cheryl interrupted her, "I'm not going to say 'Tickle my feet.'." She sigh as Cheryl continued, "I'm going to write, "Cheryl's Feet, then my phone number!" Christie blush. She open her mouth but found the pen already writing. She burst laughing as her left ball of her foot down to the arch felt the letter C. Following the path along her left foot, the next letter was H. Cheryl made sure to go over each word she already did. She was making them bold up in red ink. Next was the E. Following the letters C and H being retraced. Christie was losing it unable to move her toes still. They were quivering lightly shaking up and down a bit. Next was the last three. Cheryl did it quickly. R- Y- L. Retracing them so much it was readable for a good feet. Cheryl then spelled FEET so fat it drove Christie into laughing... Then Cheryl quickly scratched the numbers on her middle. of both her soles... Making bold letters.

"I'm going to knock you out with this one last move hun, licking your toes." Cheryl said.

"Eh?! B-but..." Cheryl smiled, "If you want to say something, say it. I'm not an enemy after all..."

"Well..." she said blushing, "Will I see you again?"

"What, you love this treatment?" Cheryl question. There was no comment as Cheryl burst out laughing.

"So you do-"

"Oh quiet." Christie said.

"Tell you what hun, ever get your feet so dirty like how it was today... I'll clean them for free, no charge." Cheryl said smiling. Christie liked the idea loving the new friend. Cheryl said, "Goodbye." She pull the rope back holding her toes still. She brace herself hearing those words but her mouth uttered loud laughs. After maybe the two hours of tickling, it was already driven into her sensitivity. Cheryl was blushing. She was doing any possible method licking and teasing those white painted toes. She even used her free hand to spread the saliva around. Christie was slowly blacking out.

"NoahhhAHAHAHAHHAHA AHAAAHAHAH Ahahahahahhahahahhhahahhhhhhhahaaaa....." Cheryl stop glance at the girl. She sigh. Cheryl wanted to do more. She even slap her toes. She just shrug taking off her small knife. She cut the zip and tie leaving the girl on the beach. She glance at her flip flop leaving it. She place her clothes and left Christie.

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She woke up glancing around the beach. She thought she had a strange dream. She glance at her right sole reading 'Cheryl' then her phone number. She blushed red quickly getting up. She stare at he flip flops. She slide her feet in them running to her house. She wanted to write the number before she got them extra dirty for another meeting with her new friend Cheryl.