Lola Rose – Escape Challenge FAILED: Now a HogBound, ToeTrussed Marathon Tickle Shall Follow! (Borderland Bound)
It all kicked off when sassy Young Lola got a little bit brave with her flat-mate, Larry. This prick is sitting around wearing a Halloween mask he has just purchased. He cannot wait to try it out. And yes, he WILL be waiting, for months. Although Lola finds this odd, she is used to the clown doing bizarre shiz. His erratic conduct, as a cautionary tale, is classic. And yet, far from heeding, she announces that she wants to get tits deep into an escape challenge. “Tell me more…”, purrs Buttwipe…
Turns out that the delectable blonde has been getting tied up a lot by the nippers she is babysitting over at the ClamChowders’ place down the street. They just lurve a bit of Cowboys and Indians, and Lola, bless her, always indulges them, letting them tie her up all the time, stick an apple on her head, shoot at it with their suction arrows and blah blah effing blah. Now, to the point: She wants to get REALLY tied up, and gagged (oh yes, we shall not forget that) and wants to know if Larry is up for it. Of course he is, and Lola tells his ass where to get the rope from. The GAG, he already has, the kinky swine. He soon appears with a sexy ballgag and straps her the fuck up. Mmmmpppphhhing nicely, she is soon bound and writhing around, in her cuter than cute socks, on the rug. Oh yeah, and the challenge is: The loser does a month’s worth of cooking dinner! Original, huh?
With the incredible fitness blonde writhing around all over the place, desperately trying to free herself in the time allotted, it is not looking hopeful. The bugger really has bound her as tightly as he possibly could. Even tying her chest up. She is very helpless and gurgling around a mouth full of rubber. As the end time approaches (via the glory of time-flash) the frustrated beauty begins hopping off to find Larry. She just cannot get out. He bumps into her at the door, with an ante up. If she can survive a NEW gag plus a ton of tickling (merciless tickling) the bet can continue. Though Lola doesn’t want to get involved, she has little choice.
Ah yes, sho’ ’nuff, the nutter is soon gagging the bewildered beauty with both of her own sweaty pop socks and winding a ton of very tightly turned tape around her lower face. Lola’s eyes bulge, as do her cheeks. Did he have to do it so tight? Yes, of course he dis. Then he hogbinds her while she wriggles in protest, gag talking and straining into her mega-gag, while he lashes her toes up too! What next?? Plenty. He heads off for oil and a hairbrush. WTF??
Returning, it begins, and he goes LARGE. First using his fingers on her exposed and oil-slathered soles, he even gets in between her twitching bare toes with it. So vulnerable, so desperate, so NOT up for this. Lola shrieks and squeals (seriously muffled by two socks and a load of tape, as we know) while he continues without remit. Yep, this is one sustained, merciless of her feet, graduating to her ribs and thighs. Pinching, grabbing, squeezing, digging his fingers in. It is very clear that the beautiful blonde’s Achilles’ heel is her rib cage. She goes ballistic when he repeatedly nails her there!
Flopping around hog and toe bound into utter submission, Lola squeals and bucks and jumps as if shocked. She can barely handle a serious tickle onslaught at the best of times, but heavily bound and gagged… this is just pure torment. And, with huge emphasis on her reactions and her oily feet, you can guess how this one is going. When it looks like she is fit to burst, Larry finally leaves her to struggle. He has promised more tickling when he returns, but Lola might just void her bladder if he does. She is DONE! But not done struggling mightily. Gagged. Bound, total escape-incompetent. Lola: You Lose. Us? We win. Big.
