| �This is fine,� said Liz. She raised her hand to unscrew the top, but discovered that there was no top to unscrew. Why was the beer open already? It would probably be rude to ask why. But don�t bartenders usually open their customers� beer for them? She was probably a bartender and opened it out of habit. Liz pushed her concern aside and took a long drink of Bud, not noticing Pocahontas staring at the soles of her dirty bare feet as they rubbed against one another.
�Oh yeah, I forgot your Nowlaters,� said Pocahontas, breaking out of her trance. I�ll be right back.� She turned and left the room again. Liz looked towards the plastic pumpkin again. She knew she was being greedy, but she really wanted more suckers. Pocahontas probably didn�t even have any Nowlaters. Liz took another swig of Bud, then belched after swallowing. She giggled at herself. After another drink, Liz started feeling light-headed. She�d never drank Bud, but it was giving her a weird buzz that she was enjoying. She took another drink, and the room started spinning. It startled her when she noticed Pocahontas standing in front of her, which was strange because she didn�t remember her walking back into the living room. �Ay, are you okay?� Pocahontas asked. Her voice sounded far away and it looked to Liz, as though she were standing on the ceiling. �I don�t know,� Liz replied. �I . . . think I�m drunk or something.� Liz saw Pocahontas� mouth move, but couldn�t hear what she was saying. �What?� said Liz, seconds before blacking out. |
| Liz woke up to Pocahontas smearing the bottoms of her feet with the end of a stick of butter.
�Why are you putting butter on my feet?� Liz mumbled, her toes starting to wiggle. �Reggie likes butter,� Pocahontas replied, continuing to work. �Who�s Reggie?� Gradually, Liz noticed that her arms had been pulled over her head with her wrists tied to something at the back of the chair. She pulled at the restraint and it barely budged. �What�s going on?� �Don�t worry,� said Pocahontas, standing. �This is just a dream.� Just then, a Dalmatian came trotting into the living room, heading immediately to Liz�s feet and began licking. Liz gasped and lurched in her chair before succumbing to hysterical cackling. �This is Reggie,� said Pocahontas, smiling. �My feet!� Liz croaked, between howls. She tried pulling her feet from the ottoman, but they had been tied there, and the ottoman felt as though it had been welded to the floor. It wouldn�t move at all. Liz�s toes spread and curled as Reggie continued to lap at her soles. �BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! What are you doing?� Liz squeaked, before slipping into silent laughter. Pocahontas bent over and peered into Liz�s face. �Hmm. You�re becoming quite red,� she said. Liz moved her mouth in an attempt to respond, but no words came out. She yanked at the bonds around her wrists a few more times as her laugh returned. Liz had a loud healthy laugh. It wasn�t high pitched and it wasn�t a screaming laugh. She sounded as though she were laughing at something funny. �Wow,� said Pocahontas. �I was hoping you were gonna laugh like a witch, but this is kinda better.� �CHEEHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!� Liz was doing her best to pull her feet away from Reggie, but he was undeterred from licking the balls of her feet. After Reggie had licked Liz�s feet clean of butter, he lost interest in her and sat on the carpet. Pocahontas stood in front of Liz watching her try to calm herself and catch her breath. Liz�s witch hat had tumbled to the floor during her ordeal. Pocahontas reached down and picked up Liz�s broom that had been lying on the floor next to the chair. She rubbed her hand over the raggedy bristles. �You�re not gonna tickle my feet with that are you?� Liz moaned. Pocahontas smiled. �I wasn�t, but now that you mention it, that�s a good idea.� �Oh shit.� Pocahontas brushed an arch with the broom. �OOOOSHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!� Liz had jumped as high as her restraints would allow, upon Pocahontas� contact with her arch. Pocahontas lightly agitated the arch, making Liz�s toes curl hard before they began wiggling ferociously. �STOOOOP! WAHAHAHAHAAA! STOOOOOP!!� �Now you�re cackling like a witch,� said Pocahontas. She took the broom back and forth between Liz�s feet, randomly stroking her toes heels and arches. It didn�t take long for Liz�s laugh to lose its voice again. |
| Liz slowly returned to consciousness after having passed out from al the trauma that she�d been going through. She saw Pocahontas lying on the couch across from her, looking to be asleep. Reggie was sitting in the same spot, with his head on the carpet. He lifted his head when Liz began to stir. Liz tried pulling at the ropes around her wrists once more, and this time, to her surprise, they came loose. She guessed that with all the pulling and yanking that she�d done during her torture, the ropes finally gave way.
�Yes,� Liz whispered. She bent forward and untied her ankles, then keeping a close eye on Reggie, rose from the chair. Reggie just watched her. Liz glanced over at Pocahontas again. She was lying on her back and had removed her sandals. She noticed the stick of butter that had been wrapped back up and placed on the coffee table. Liz figured that she should probably make a break for it now, while Crazy-Foot-Tickling-Pocahontas was still asleep. However, she wanted revenge. �Reggie, you want some more butter?� she whispered. She picked up the butter from the table and unwrapped it. Reggie came over. Liz thought he was about to bark, but he just looked up at her, looking as if he were waiting to see what Liz would do. Liz bent down by Pocahontas� feet and carefully smeared the end over her soles, while Reggie watched. Pocahontas wiggled her toes and moaned a little, but she didn�t wake up. After Liz had applied a health coating of butter to Pocahontas� sizable soles, she stood and stepped away, allowing Reggie to move in and begin licking. Liz hurried to the door, prepared to dash out to the street when Pocahontas awakened and sprang from the couch, but Pocahontas didn�t wake up. As Reggie licked all over his mistress� feet and toes, Pocahontas simply giggled and laughed in her sleep. Liz, of course, found this extremely strange but intriguing. She wanted to stay and watch, but decided not to push her luck any further. As she was about to close the door behind her, she remembered the plastic pumpkin and snatched it from the stool before fleeing Pocahontas� house. It was dark out now, so Liz didn�t stop running until she reached her own house. As she prepared to stick her key into the front door, a car pulled into her driveway. Liz froze momentarily, but relaxed when she saw Early emerge from the driver�s side door. She was dressed in a snug fitting red devil�s costume. �Whose car is that?� Liz asked. �My dad�s. Ay, they let me off work early. You still wanna go trick-or-treating.?� |
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