Story - Snuff Parties II - Cures For Cold Feet (Incomplete) by Shadowkeeper

[center]Snuff Parties 2 Cures For Cold Feet

By Shadowkeeper

Part One – Tickling His Fancy[/center]

“Daddy, I can’t believe you delayed the ceremony until now! I wanted to be all svelte in my wedding dress, and now I’m sitting here looking all chunky while a whole horde of people are waiting out there to laugh at me!” Liz’s voice got squeaky at the end of her little rant as she ran out of breath in panic, and Mr. Kingston couldn’t help getting a little erect at the way his daughter’s voice made her seem so young and innocent.

Smiling indulgently at the red headed girl, he rubbed his hand along her softly rounded, satin and lace covered tummy, trying to look like he was soothing her even as he became fully erect from indulging his second favorite fetish a little. “Sweety, don’t worry about it, you look radiant and beautiful…all the girls are envious of you already for carrying a boy on your first try, and they’ll be even more jealous when they see how great you look doing it. Besides, your mother looked just like you do now when at our wedding, and nobody was at all put out over it.”

Kingston stepped back a bit as his all too perceptive daughter narrowed her eyes at him. “Wait a minute, you did this on purpose; you get off on seeing me like this…you perverted old coot, you want to get in my panties, don’t you?” As his face reddened with embarrassment, Liz held up her hand to forestall his sputtered attempts at a protest. “Never mind, I really don’t want to know, and anyway I probably shouldn’t be too surprised if the thought of seeing me prego gets you going, it’s been your big turn on for so long that Jenny and I used to joke around about just this type of scenario.” Suddenly Liz sighed and started to absently pick at her dress.

Knowing that his daughter always got upset at thoughts of her recently deceased sister, Kingston decided to try to lighten things up a bit. “Actually, you should know by now that my biggest thing is tickling dainty little feet like yours, listening to those girlish giggles and watching the squirming…your mother used to love it when I did that.”

Liz glared up at him; apparently his attempts at levity were backfiring. “You keep away from me with that tickling nonsense mister, or have you forgotten that mom snuffed it because of your little obsession?”

Now he was really starting to feel uncomfortable. “Look, that was an accident, really; she always loved the cums she got from the noose, and I just love the way a tickled girl can squirm when she’s in the air, and usually she passed out before she was in serious danger, so I always knew when to let her down. I mean, it’s not very fun to tickle a lifeless girl, now is it? How was I to know that she wasn’t going to pass out that time? She never stopped wiggling and twitching until she was already gone and pissing on my head!” He took her little hand in his and looked into her eyes. “You’ve got to know that I hated for that to happen, and I certainly wouldn’t want to do that to you!”

“Yeah, well, nevertheless, you just keep those fingers away from my tootsies; I don’t want any ‘accidents’ to happen on my big day.” Liz must have seen his hurt look, because she smiled reassuringly and patted him on the cheek. “Cheer up old man, you’ve got a roaster to pick out, remember? You’ll be in charge of her tenderizing, so you can indulge yourself all you want then, okay? Now, hand me my shoes so you can lead me down the aisle.”

As Mr. Kingston sat watching his daughter take her vows, he surreptitiously studied the bride’s maids, paying particular attention to their legs and feet. Liz obviously had chosen their dresses and shoes with her father’s tastes in shapely calves, well turned ankles and especially dainty feet and cute toes in mind, for despite the chill weather, they were all wearing dresses with skirts ending above the knees and tall, strappy heels that showed off their feet and legs admirably.

He was having a hard time making up his mind at first as he studied the girls; they were all just so delicious looking to him, but soon he found that he had fewer choices than he originally thought. Kingston’s ‘pre-game favorites’ were the twin matrons of honor, Vicki and Barb Emery, but they were off the menu as a return favor for when Liz had been given a similar dispensation as their Maid of Honor at their own wedding several months before. After a long, regretful look at the identical, bubbly blondes, he shifted his attention down the line.

Kingston was quite tempted by his niece Janey, if for no other reason than that he’d been hot for her since he saw the sleek brunette nude sunbathing the last summer, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with his brother in law’s reaction to someone else spitting his favorite daughter; the guy was a police officer, and that could mean no end of trouble for Kingston’s family. No, best to leave Janey for later, and maybe make a few hints to her daddy that she was ripe and ready for a backyard BBQ.

Susie, the petite bleach-blonde with the page boy cut next to Janey, was also tempting, if only because she was so spoiled and demanding that Kingston would be doing her father, who was a long time friend of the family, a huge favor. Unfortunately, he knew from past experience that the girl had not a single ticklish spot on her lithe body, and that would spoil the whole thing for him. With a sigh, he resolved to have a long talk with Susie’s dad about betting her at their next poker night.

The next two girls he didn’t really know at all; Liz had been friends with them in school, but they weren’t part of her group, which had been wiped out at the snuff party that introduced her to her groom, Aaron. One of them was tall, slender, and pale, and had flaming red hair that probably reached her ass when it was allowed to flow free, while the other was of more moderate proportions, probably 5’5” and 140 pounds. He started studying that one from the top and moved his way down, having already decided that the red-head’s feet were probably not dainty enough to do anything for him.

That final Bride’s Maid had blonde hair cut much longer than Susie’s, and her pouty lips and wide, seemingly surprised looking hazel eyes made her seem the stereotype for her hair color, something that attracted Kingston’s interest greatly. She had some nice C-cups on her chest, and a bubble butt that made his stomach rumble a bit. As his gaze swept down her legs he found himself grunting in approval; they had good shape without being overly toned and muscular, a great middle ground that he always looked for. Finally he reached her feet and toes. Cute feet, about size seven, with black-painted toenails really got his attention, and then, just after Aaron and Liz kissed to complete the ceremony, Kinston heard the blonde starting to giggle at something, and his erection reached full mast; she had the perfect girlish, irrepressible giggle that always got his motor running, and he just knew that she would be perfect for his purposes.

Rushing to get to his daughter ahead of the other well wishers, Kingston mumbled a perfunctory ‘welcome to the family’ to Aaron, who was his own age and thus slightly bemused at jokingly being referred to as ‘son’, and then he was whispering in Liz’s ear. “Sweety, who’s that blonde at the end there, the one with the black toenails?”

Liz stifled a snort. “Yeah, I figured you’d go for her. I don’t really know her real name, we just call her Ditzy, because she’s, well, ditzy, or at least so stoned all the time that she seems that way. Nice girl, a little spoiled though…oh, and ticklishness runs in her family.”

Kingston was at full attention. “Oh? How do you know?”

Liz was smirking now. “Remember that Jenny girl that was illegally snuffed on Halloween? The one that used a body-stocking to look like a meat-girl?”

His eyes lit up. “You mean the one that some stoner guy tickled into losing her head? God that made me hot to read about; I wish there were more pictures than just the one of the blade dropping.”

“Yeah, well, that was Ditzy’s cousin, and from what I hear the whole family is like that poor Jenny. Knowing her, she’ll be out back smoking a joint soon enough, why don’t you go call her dad, and then go catch her while she’s freshly stoned? Go on, have some fun at her expense.”

Father and daughter exchanged wicked grins, and then the crowd of well-wishers pressed in and Kinston sauntered off to find the wedding planner so he could get a certain phone number and have a bit of a father-to-father talk.

[center]Part Two – Be Careful What You Wish For[/center]

Shelly Adams was royally pissed. She’d come to her Uncle Aaron’s mansion for his wedding expecting to be a Bride’s Maid; after all, she had always been his favorite niece, and as a magnificently endowed specimen of female beauty, Shelly was used to being the center of attention and object of lust at any event she attended. Instead, she had found to her humiliation that she had been assigned the role of Flower Girl. Flower Girl!?! A child’s traditional role, at the age of twenty-two? How dare he! Men had actually chuckled on seeing her tromping down the aisle in her childishly cute flower print chiffon dress, with her ass-length golden hair up in pig-tails, and the Father of the Bride had actually offered her a piece of candy! Shelly had never felt so humiliated and angry in her life, and she was quite keen on venting her frustrations out on her ‘til now favorite uncle.

Shelly managed to draw Aaron away from the crowd of well-wishers with relative ease as most were intent on getting a closer look at the sweet redheaded sex kitten in the wedding gown. Neglecting even a perfunctory congratulation, the spoiled girl immediately launched into a red-faced, nearly incoherent tirade. Intent on making her feelings known to her kin and the universe in general, Shelly failed to notice the dangerous glint in her uncle’s eyes as he used his steady voice to calm her.

“Shell, my dear, I’m sorry that you weren’t satisfied with your role in the ceremony; perhaps you might like a more prominent one at the reception?”

Shelly was immediately intrigued; perhaps she might be able to upstage that little tart that had stolen away her best source of money. She immediately pasted a sweet smile on her face and put enough sugar in her voice to make any listener become diabetic. “Oh, can I uncle dear? That would be so nice! I do soooo want to help make this day extra special!”

Aaron’s answering smile was more of a smirk, but Shelly was far too caught up in herself to notice. “Well my dear girl, I know how much you love to dance at the clubs, so why don’t we have you dance for us as the main entertainment…I’ll warn you though, it’ll be long and most tiring for you.”

The semi-professional erotic dancer just smiled cockily at that; she knew she could out-dance anybody there, even her uncle’s most well trained slave-girls. “I’ll be fine, I’ll just have to change into something else; this dress just won’t work with my routines.”

Aaron put an arm around the girl and led her deeper into his home. “Don’t fret my sweet, we still have your lingerie and gown from last month when you ran out on your fiancée, and we have a new routine for you that’s just killer!”

Meanwhile, as predicted, Ditzy was around the back of the mansion’s Chapel, perched on a ledge with her shoes off so that she could rub her cold, sore feet and leaning back against the wall while she puffed lazily on her second joint of the day. The stoned blonde had her eyes closed so that she could relive as vividly as possible the memory of Liz giving her a warm, tight hug at the end of the ceremony.

Although Liz was very small and delicate looking, she had a confidence, maturity and a nurturing, maternal way of acting that had made Ditzy crush on her all throughout her final year in high school, and the intervening time had done nothing to dampen those feelings. Seeing (and even better, feeling) Liz starting the process of actually becoming a mother had started to drive Ditzy wild, and she moved one of her hands to her damp crotch while daydreaming of Liz tying her up in bed and dominating her.

The combined rubbing of her sensitive feet and primed pussy was taking Ditzy completely out of reality when a large, warm hand took hold of her free foot and started to rub it sensuously. Startled, the stoned girl almost fell off the ledge as her eyes flew open and she let out a gasp, dropping the remnants of the joint that had been hanging from her pouty lips.

It took her a moment to really register who it was who was so wonderfully manipulating one of her prime erogenous zones, and then she gasped again; it was Liz’s dad! “M-Mr. Kingston! W-what are you doing?”

The big, handsome older man grinned playfully as he took her other foot into his free hand. “Well my dear Ditzy, I came out here for some fresh air, and what should I find but a naughty young lady rubbing one off in public and stinking up the air with some weed to boot. I think that girl needs to be punished, don’t you?”

Oh god, Ditzy thought, he’s got the same presence as his daughter! “Umm, what kind of punishment, Sir?” Her voice was squeaky and timid suddenly.

Kingston grinned. “Don’t worry little one, it won’t hurt one bit, okay?” She just nodded submissively. “Now, I’m going to need to tie your hands first…let’s see…ah! Here we go!” He pulled the ribbon from her hair, allowing it to spill down to just below her shoulders, and then used it to gently but firmly tie her hands behind her back.

Ditzy whimpered, a little from worry, but mostly from growing arousal at being so easily dominated and tied, and at the thought of what he might do next. She didn’t have long to wait to find out, as he grabbed one of her delicate ankles with one hand and started to expertly tickle her dainty foot with the other! In seconds the overly ticklish girl was struggling to stay on the ledge as her body started to squirm and twist in reaction. She was giggling out of control, and was starting to really get turned on; it was a trait of her family that she got aroused by tickling, and also became more ticklish as she became aroused, creating a feedback loop that she knew she was already trapped in.

Things only got worse for her as he sent his tickling hand under her skirt and replaced it at her feet with his lips, tongue and lightly nipping teeth, and even more importantly, his curly beard! Ditzy lost all awareness of reality as she spiraled upwards into a breathtaking climax, and then as Mr. Kingston let off on stimulating her and she came down from her sexual high, she realized that in her giggling and cumming fits, she had lost control of her bladder and peed herself!

Flushing with embarrassment and starting to shiver from the chill air on her sweat-soaked skin, Ditzy tried to apologize, but Mr. Kingston simply shushed her and lifted her body up onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry that had her head hanging down behind him and her ass and wet pussy exposed. “Don’t worry little Ditzy, I’ll take you to the perfect place to get you all cleaned up, and we’ll take care of those cold feet while we’re at it, how’s that sound?”

Deciding to make the best out of an awkward situation, and still quite aroused and high, Ditzy relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy not having any control over her situation. “Okay Mr. K, Sir, but what about my clothes?”

He patted her exposed, perfectly rounded ass. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of your clothes when we get there, you won’t have to worry about them after that.”

[center]Part Three – Just Screwing Around[/center]

As the wedding guests started to stream into the huge open courtyard, they were directed to deposit their gifts on a series of huge tables before being escorted to their tables by naked slave-girls. As each of them left their presents on the tables, they couldn’t help wondering at the pair of truly huge boxes at the foot of the first table – a good six feet or more in width and height, each was set up so that it could be opened from the sides. Both of the boxes had a big tag saying that they were for the bride from her father, which really aroused quite a bit of discussion, since it was well known that the man was not particularly well off.

Shelly Adams was looking out the window at those giant boxes, hoping that whatever was in them wouldn’t upstage the show she was going to be putting on. She said as much to her Uncle Aaron, as he stood behind her, tightening up her white corset. He waited until he had finished with his task, and then turned her around to look at him. “Shell, there is nothing that will look more enticing than you during your dance. This is going to be the performance of a lifetime, by one of the sexiest girls I’ve ever met.”

Shelly pouted prettily. “One of the sexiest? That’s all?”

Aaron rolled his eyes and distracted his niece by tossing her onto the nearby canopy bed and getting between her long legs. The slut just grinned up at him in triumph and reached down her body to pull out his already engorged member and line it up with her exposed, sopping cunt. He was in her in a flash, and soon enough the pair was rutting noisily on the bed, so noisily that Shelly, who had closed her eyes to imagine all of the wonderful things she would buy with her uncle’s money once she got her nemesis out of the way, never noticed Liz entering the room with a triumphant grin of her own.

Aaron smiled up at his bride as she handed him his favorite strangling chord, and then he carefully wrapped it around his niece’s slender neck and gradually applied pressure. Shelly was used to her uncle’s fondness for breath-play, and thought nothing of it until he started to really slam into her and totally cut off her breath; he’d never taken her further than reducing her airflow by about half. Suddenly alarmed, she finally opened her eyes, and then tried to gasp in terror as she saw Liz looking down at her with an evil glint in her pretty eyes. “Well, well, well, I see that you’ve figured out that you’re in trouble, though I doubt a shallow, self-centered bitch like you would understand why. It doesn’t matter anyway, you’re still going to dance for my pleasure whether your feeble mind grasps the situation or not…that hot body of yours will know just what to do. Anyway, we can’t have you making a fuss before your big show, so pleasant dreams!”

Shelly bucked and writhed beneath Aaron as he pounded into her and Liz squeezed and pinched her exposed but still well supported breasts, and then she started to shudder violently, her eyes rolled up, and she felt her bladder releasing her piss to soak into the bed. The last thing she felt before she lost consciousness was her uncle pulling out of her to spray his hot, sticky cum all over her carefully made-up face and mounded tits, and the burning sensation as some of the salty stuff got in her wide open, bulging eyes…

Ditzy was starting to feel a bit nervous as she was carried through the huge kitchens, but she trusted Liz’s father, and was enjoying her submission to him, so she just relaxed as best she could and tried to enjoy the way he was kneading at her exposed ass and thighs. When he took the opportunity to rub her slit through her soaked panties, she closed her eyes and started to wriggle a bit, and when he followed that up by tickling her feet again, she added giggles to the moans and started to really squirm about, kicking her legs in the air and hoping that he reached his destination soon so she could try to relieve the hot itch growing in her loins.

Suddenly she was being put down, and she opened her eyes as she felt cold tile beneath her bare feet. Ditzy looked around and saw that she was in the kitchen’s cleaning room, a giant tiled area with multiple shower heads in the ceiling, hoses, and enema stations. The air was a bit chill, and she started to shiver as it penetrated her damp clothing. Kingston saw that and quickly untied her hands so that he could pull her dress over her head, and then he had her panties off and his bearded face between her legs. Moaning and shivering from something other than the cold now, the little stoner spread her legs to give him better access and started to run her hands through his hair. Already primed and ready before he even started, the girl threw her head back and pulled his head in closer as she felt a wave after wave of pleasure run through her.

Ditzy groaned in frustration as Kingston pulled away after a few moments, but then she grinned as she opened her eyes to see that he was stripping off, exposing his good size but not intimidating cock. He took a moment to turn on all of the showerheads, and then he took her in his arms and aggressively kissed her, pressing his hard member into her tummy. Ditzy just melted her body up against him, surrendering to him entirely despite the butterflies in her stomach – she wasn’t very experienced with these types of situations, and she wasn’t sure that she’d please him as much as she wanted to.

Before she knew it, Ditzy had her back against the wall, and then his big hands cupped her well-rounded ass to lift her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, and before she knew it he was entering her. It was a tight fit, but not at all uncomfortable for her, and soon enough they had established a perfect rhythm together. Ditzy lost track of everything as she was hit by several sharp climaxes in a row, and then she felt him filling her with his seed and a final orgasm hit her, nearly making her pass out.

The next thing the little blonde knew, she was being gently and thoroughly cleaned by her companion, who took his time and seemed to greatly enjoy every little bit of his task. When he got to her feet, he had her sit on a bench, and then their little tickle games started all over again, arousing the both of them once more. Hot for his cock again, Ditzy reached for it, but he gave her a mysterious smile and took her over to the enema station. “My sweet girl, have you ever enjoyed a back-door romp? Yes? Good! Well, I’m quite the rear end afficianado, and I must say, you have the most tempting ass I’ve seen since my poor wife’s…I’m really looking forward to trying it out, but first we need to get you cleaned out, to avoid any embarrassment. Is that okay my dear?”

Ditzy was still hot and ready for a ride of any kind, let alone one that she had always secretly enjoyed, and Kingston’s constant, steady patter of words didn’t give her lust and pot addled mind a chance to catch up, so all she did was bite her pouty lips and give him a tiny nod, looking up at him with her big, trusting eyes. He smiled down at her, and then gently turned her around and had her bend over to present her perfectly rounded rump to him…

[center][color=blue:3hmyq2jj]To be continued…[/color:3hmyq2jj][/center]