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Alongside his prison sentece, Rich's victims were invited in front of a small audience to tickle him into submission, and humiliation was to tickle him. He would be suitably restrained and completely at the mercy of his victims.

His crimes varied. He was not a nice man and had done many wicked things to women. A lot of his victims turned down the invite, but a few relished at the chance.

The idea was to tickle him. At least it started out that way. His soles were surprisingly soft and proved highly sensitive. The girls took turns working over his soles. He didn't seem scary anymore. He laughed and thrashed hysterically. as the session went on, the girls started working his soles harder, finally able to release their anger and hurt onto his big meaty soles. They scratched harder and harder, pinching and digging, even biting. His soles had an earthy, salty aroma. He screamed as one of the girls bit down hard on his thick sole skin.

Only the guards' intervention saved his soles that day, left to their own devices. The girls would torn his soles to pieces, like he had their lives.

He sat panting, humiliated. His soles bright red, the girls' nails, had even drawn blood in places. Seeing this evil male, the object of their fears reduced to this... an exhausted, sweaty wreck. He was just a man. They had broken him and with it their fear of him. they still hated him... the things they would love to do to him given the chance, but today was.not hat day.

He was marched back to his cell, and the guards had no remorse, dragging him barefoot across the courtyard and back to his cell.

Description
Alongside his prison sentece, Rich's victims were invited in front of a small audience to tickle him into submission, and humiliation was to tickle him. He would be suitably restrained and completely at the mercy of his victims.

His crimes varied. He was not a nice man and had done many wicked things to women. A lot of his victims turned down the invite, but a few relished at the chance.

The idea was to tickle him. At least it started out that way. His soles were surprisingly soft and proved highly sensitive. The girls took turns working over his soles. He didn't seem scary anymore. He laughed and thrashed hysterically. as the session went on, the girls started working his soles harder, finally able to release their anger and hurt onto his big meaty soles. They scratched harder and harder, pinching and digging, even biting. His soles had an earthy, salty aroma. He screamed as one of the girls bit down hard on his thick sole skin.

Only the guards' intervention saved his soles that day, left to their own devices. The girls would torn his soles to pieces, like he had their lives.

He sat panting, humiliated. His soles bright red, the girls' nails, had even drawn blood in places. Seeing this evil male, the object of their fears reduced to this... an exhausted, sweaty wreck. He was just a man. They had broken him and with it their fear of him. they still hated him... the things they would love to do to him given the chance, but today was.not hat day.

He was marched back to his cell, and the guards had no remorse, dragging him barefoot across the courtyard and back to his cell.