As Mouse awakes, she finds herself in another weird situation: She was kneeling in a bathtub. Her arms were stretched upwards because her hands were tied to a bar suspended a little over a meter above the tub. The water reached up to her belly button, so everything above was visible, including her medium breasts, which started growing about a year ago.
After 5 minutes of waiting, Mrs. Hobbs came in the room to look for her.
"Oh, you're finally awake." she starts to talk, "I thought I would need to wash your body because of the kitten, that licked your feet. But I knew you wouldn't trust me after what I did to you. So I decided to get you in the tub while you are unconscious."
"Please let me Out, Mrs. Hobbs.' Mouse replied, "I can wash myself alone and without any help."
The lady answered: "Yes, but now that you are here, I think I should clean you, I'm an expert at cleaning, didn't you know?"
"No, I didn't. But please, I really don't need your help!" Mouse begged because she suspected what Mrs. Hobbs was up to do actually.
"Well, now it's too late. But for fairness, you're allowed to decided yourself, where I should wash you first." Mrs. Hobbs added.
Mouse was thinking tensely, 'cause she was expecting Mrs. Hobbs to tickle her more than washing her.
Maybe her rips? But she didn't want her opponent to touch her boobs.
Maybe her thighs? But Mouse also didn't want her to touch her intimate spot too.
What about her belly, feet or armpits? No way, she was too ticklish at these places.
But she had to choose one of them.
"Okay, please can you wash me legs at first?" Mouse asked.
"Of course, if you want to, then I'll wash your legs first." Mrs. Hobbs replied.
She took an orange sponge with her right Hand. With the other one she slightly pushed Mouse's left knee to the side. "Okay, now please stay still."
But as the sponge touched Mouse's thigh, she flinched and giggled slightly. It scratched so lightly that it tickled again. Still under water the sponge tickled so much, maybe it even made it more intense, Mouse didn't know. Everything she knew was that she had to stop this sponge from touching the rest of her body.
Slowly Mrs. Hobbs increased the speed of "washing" Mouse. And Mouse also slowly began to giggle and flinch more and more.
"Hey, I told you not to move!" the tickler said.
"Sohohorry! Buhuhut I can't take ihihit!" Mouse responded.
"Oh well, then maybe I should Switch to your other leg." Mrs. Hobbs answered.
Mrs. Hobbs now took the sponge with her left hand and pushed Mouse's other thigh slightly aside with her right hand.
It all started again: in slow, circular movements, Mrs. Hobbs stroked the thigh of the girl in front of her. Steadily she approached closer and closer to the spot between Mouse's legs. Meanwhile Mouse was struggling to hold back her laugh. In her thoughts she was hoping that Mrs. Hobbs wouldn't get to her vagina. And the mean sponge was coming even closer every second. It was only about 5 centimeters away from the ticklee's sweet spot.
And the sponge got closer. With every little bit, the giggling of Mouse turned more and more into laughter. With only 2 centimeters to her femininity, Mouse couldn't hold back her laughing anymore. A mix of loud giggling and laughter came out of her mouth.
But luckily for her, Mrs. Hobbs stopped cause of Mouse's reaction.
"Oh, someone seems to be ticklish right there, right? And that's even though I'm just washing you.
"No, I'm not ticklish." stuttered Mouse.
"Come on, we both know you're not telling the truth." Mrs. Hobbs replied, "But you don't have to be ashamed of being ticklish. Everyone on earth is ticklish at some spots, you know?"
"Yeah, but please stop tickling me, it's unfair! I can't move." Mouse answered.
"I'm Not tickling you yet. I am just cleaning you. But I have a decent plan, you wanna here it?"
Mouse nodded.
"When I'm done washing you, then I think, I will use you as my tickle toy. I mean you're so incredibly sensitive. I Just have to!"
"Come on! Just let me go, please!" the girl in the bath tub responded.
"No, at first you need to be cleaned all over your body." Mrs. Hobbs explained very calm.
"I think I need to wash your feet next."
The girl, which was kneeing in the bath tub, begged Mrs. Hobbs to not do this. But the woman didn't react to her and turned Mouse 90 degrees sideways, so she could reach Mouse's feet.
The girl tried in vain to defend herself, but Mrs. Hobbs had already grabbed her left ankle.
With the other hand she again took the sponge and rubbed it over Mouse's left foot.
Immediately Mouse started to scream out her laughing. She wasn't able to hold it back, Not even close. While begging to stop and kneeing, unable to escape, Mouse jumped up and down with her upper body. Her nice tits we're hopping from side to side and down and up. Her teen butt was slapping against her own calves, that we're restricted to the ground of the tub, when Mouse jumped down. After one minute Mrs. Hobbs stopped and now grabbed Mouse's other foot.
"Please! No! Not this spohonge!" Mouse begged while gasping for air.
"Ok, maybe it tickles too much with this sponge. If you don't want it, then I think I'll use my fingers instead." responded Mrs. Hobbs with a voice full of anticipation.
Mouse instantly regretted everything she said: "No, no, no, NOHO! THAT IHIHIHIHIS NOT WHAHAAHAAT I, GOOHOOHOOD, MEAHEANT!"
But while Mouse was about to retract her statement, Mrs. Hobbs had already begun scratching the sole of the victim's foot with her long, pointed fingernails. It was pure torture within every millisecond. Mouse was giggling, screaming and laughing loudly all at once. Meanwhile Mrs. Hobbs was smiling like a little villain. She hadn't felt such fun for several years. Her fingers moved with ease from Mouse's soles to her heel, back to her sole, and finally to her sweet toes. With her nails she scratched over every little toe and in every space in between.
Mouse couldn't control herself. Every inch that was being scratched only added more lack of self control. She jumped up and down like before and her entire cute young teenage body was moveing elegantly and beautifully to the loud sound of her laughter.
Mrs. Hobbs didn't want to stop this, but she had to. Otherwise Mouse wouldn't survive the upcoming parts.
So she had to stop.
"Okay, now your feet should be clean. I'll give you a little break, because you seem to be exhausted. Although I don't know why you're so breathless, I mean, I only washed your feet, nothing more."
During the break Mrs. Hobbs thought about What she wanted to do next.
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