Alice Ankle (and sole) (alice angel feet)

In the city of Who-knows-where, there lived a man named Anonymous. This man was a fan of only three things in life: horror, exploration and sex. Unfortunately, this combination of things, along with his unwillingness to get a job, led to him being kicked out by his parents, and he was left to wander the streets.

One day, when he was feeling particularly sorry for himself, he decided to wander outside the city he knew so well, and explore the countryside for a little while. Maybe he would be able to find some free food out there or something...

So he set out on a journey, with nothing but the clothes on his back. Quite literally.

Anon was now many miles away from the urban pile of garbage known as his city, and he was in a more suburban town, surrounded by forests. He had no idea that this town existed before, but he had to stop and rest somewhere at some point. He had no friends or money to his name, so what was a man to do?

Stay in some abandoned building or something, as he always did.

Not long into his search, he walked past a rather large building, made of old wood with gold trim. It didn't seem to be a house, but it gave off a very, very creepy vibe.

"Joey Drew's Studios..." Anon said to himself, "maybe I'll go check it out tomorrow, you know, when I'm less beat..."

Anonymous continued on with his search for refuge. It took hours of walking around the town, but Anon finally came across something that would suit his needs. It wasn't a building, per se, but it would work. It was an old cabin, on the edge of the woods, with a 'For Sale' sign in front of it. As long as he got himself up early enough, he could get away with sleeping there.

Anon opened the front door quite easily. He chuckled to himself. The idiot salespeople had left the door unlocked. He wandered through the cabin and found a bedroom, neatly arranged and cleaned, just for him. He smiled to himself as he plopped into the comfortable bed, fully clothed.

But then he heard a thump.

Anon started to sweat in fear. Was someome else actually sleeping here right now? Had he made a mistake? He very cautiously got out of bed, looking out the bedroom door for any signs of anyone. But there was no one there.

Until he saw a shadow move across the bedroom window.

He rushed to the window, closing the blinds as fast as he could, peeking out through a tiny crack in the blinds to see who was there. But there was no one.

He was so busy looking to see who was there, that he didn't notice the bedroom door open widely, and a shadowy black, feminine-looking figure tiptoed into the room.

Everything suddenly went black for him.

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Anon awoke with a start. What in Zamorak's flaming nostrils just happened to him? His head felt like a midget was running around inside and smacking his skull with a hammer, and he could barely see anything. "Ugghhh, how many drinks did I..." he started, but then came to a realization, "wait a second, I didn't drink at all!!"

He slowly realized why he could barely see even his own hand in front of his face. Anon was in an old, abandoned building, with black splotches all over the floor, and animation and film equipment scattered all over. "Great, I'm probably gonna be murdered in here," Anon said, getting himself up. And then he noticed a door in the corner of the studio-like room.

"Unless..."

Just as he was getting up to go break the door down, he froze in fear. Anon heard something quite creepy echo through hidden speakers in the room. Something like a childish giggle, followed by a barely-understandable song. What he could make out was:

“I’m the cutest little angel sent from above, and I know just how to sing.
I got a bright little halo, and I'm filled with love...
I'm Alice Angel!”

As soon as Anon heard the end of that little musical number, he raised his fist to punch through the locked door. At that very moment, the door burst inwards, smacking him square in the face and throwing him backwards.

"I'M ALICE ANGEL!!!!!!!!!!"

As he held his head and whined in pain, he looked up at who came through the door. He could have sworn he saw something with half its face gone scream at him, but he saw nothing like that. Was he going insane? Had he taken any sort of drugs? No, that stuff was way too expensive for that situation to be possible.

in the doorway was a strange-looking…woman? She had eyes that looked like they came from the 1950s era of animation, horns of a demon, and hauntingly white fur. Contrasting that was her jet black, silky looking hair, black lips, both of which matched her form-fitting dress. She also seemed to have an innocent-looking halo above her head.

Anon's eyes traveled down the creepy demonic angel's body, and laid themselves on her gently-curved breasts, only just hidden by her dress. Her form transitioned into an hourglass, down from her chest, and ended with a rather wide backside.

"So, uhh...who are you? And why am I here?" Anon asked, eyes just barely catching sight of her small feet in her heels. The creature just stared at him, with quite a wide grin on her face.

"Okaaaay then, I'm gonna go," he said, getting up and making a beeline for the door. As soon as he said that, the cartoonish...abomination disappeared and emerged directly in front of the door, slamming it shut. For some reason, she now looked...lifelike. Her form-fitting dress was raggedy and now had a belt, she was wearing matching boots and tights, and carried a dagger.

"Why are you leaving? Don't you think it's nice to meet Alice Angel in real life?" the horrific, yet strangely curvy creature asked. Anon started to back away.

"B-but...don't you wanna stay with me?" Alice begged, sheathing her dagger and inching closer to the poor guy. "I've been here alone for a long time...please, you don't have to like me, just stay and talk..."

She put her hand on his chest once she backed him into a corner. He trembled slightly, shifting his legs and trying not to look at her breasts bouncing slightly.

Alice pressed herself a little closer to him. He couldn't move away, and something of his was growing harder and harder. Anon had never had a girlfriend before, so he wasn't exactly used to being touched so sensually. Nor was he prepared for the hug Alice gave him, which pushed her breasts up against his chest.

"Okaaaay, this is getting a bit weird now..." Anon said, as he tried to inch outwards, "Alice, err, you're perfect and stuff, but uhh, I gotta go...uhh...hammer a couple of trees together!"

Alice looked displeased for a moment, but then realized what Anon said. She let her guard down for just a moment, enough to let Anon out of the corner.

"You really think I'm perfect?I'm...beautiful?"

Anon quickly nodded, and she looked less angry at him, less like she was going to kill him. "Umm, and your legs! Your legs are, they're lovely! Do you work out?" Anon continued, discreetly glancing around for a way out besides the door.

A blush made its way onto Alice's ghostly-white face, and Anon found it adorable for some reason. She parted her hair slightly and gave Anonymous the biggest smile she could muster, and licked her lips slightly. She wasn't used to getting compliments.

It didn't take much more than a small bit of seductiveness in the smile to compel Anon to stop trying to escape, and to sit down in one of the chairs around the dimly lit room.

'Oh well, my mother always taught me that experience teaches fools...' Anon thought to himself as he crossed his legs. Alice grabbed a chair, sitting right next to Anon and ran her hand along his arm.

Anon was absolutely freaked out, but because he was an older teen in this day and age, he didn't really care if he died. He was getting touched by a female. "So, Alice, I-" he started, but was cut off by the lonely demonic angel.

"Mmm, you're so nice to me, Anon..." she whispered into his ear. Anon jolted in surprise, looking at her, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"How did you know my name?!" he shouted. Alice kept her seductive smile up, her black lips meeting his ear.

"It was easy to figure it out, sweetie..." she muttered, wrapping her arm around his waist, and her small fingers laid on his leg. Anon was absolutely loving this, and held Alice's delicate, inky hand in his own.

Anon's eyes traveled down to her legs, observing her feet hidden in her boots.  They were swinging back and forth, rubbing against one another. He wanted badly to see what was in those boots, and decided to keep flirting with the creepy, yet sexy demonic angel.

He continued to talk to this odd entity. "So ummm, Alice Angel, why are you down here in the first place? A...nice girl like you shouldn't be here."

Her seductive, confident demeanor almost immediately crumbled at the question. She knew he dealt with her more...vicious counterpart back there, and if she wasn't able to keep her away, she'd lose the only chance she would have at being called 'perfect' every day.

Her bottom lip started to tremble a bit as she spoke. "I was...staying down here to protect some guy named Henry from my evil twin...now that he's gone, I have to make sure she doesn't come after him..." she murmured.

"So was that you or your evil twin singing that creepy song?" Anon inquired, growing a little more confident and feeling the bare skin on her waist, through a tiny opening between her top and her leggings. It was soft, yielding and warm, and caused something between his legs to stir even more. She didn't seem to notice, however.

"That was my evil twin...trust me, I just want to be WITH someone, not kill them..." she sighed. Anon nodded, smiling to himself. He was starting to like her, she was quite a gal.

The two of them continued to talk for many hours, with a lot of discreet touching of one another in between. It was getting harder and harder to resist blurting out Anon's desire for her, so he opened his mouth to just say it, after a long silence between the two. He needed this strange cartoon girl, and he needed her now.

He was interrupted by Alice, just as he was about to say something. "Hey...thanks, Anon, for listening me blabber on about my problems...and staying to hang out, I owe you one," she said. He waved his hand up and down at her.

"Nahhh, it was nothing...happy to help out, even if it is pretty freaky down here."

Alice shook her head. "Are you sure? You're doing so much for me, I'd do anything in return for you...~" she murmured into his ear.

Anon began to sweat, as Alice's side was starting to rub up against his. She then grinned coyly over at him, reaching down her slender legs and slipped off her right boot. Out of the confines of the boot came an immaculate white foot, with the toes painted black.

It was smaller than average, perfectly suited for precision pleasure, and the arch looked extra curved. The flexible-looking, slender toes curled and uncurled once, just to lock Anon's gaze to the single bare foot.

"Like what you see?" Alice whispered to him in a sultry tone. Her ankle twisted in circles slowly, the toes running along the top of her other boot. "I'll let you see more, if you wanna stay trapped with me..."

Anonymous gulped. What he'd already seen was an absolute masterpiece, and he really wanted to see more. But was it really worth being stuck with this weird, creepy cartoon girl he met less than a day ago? Of course it was.

"Take off the other..."

Alice nodded slowly, her right leg crossing over her left, so her blemish-free right foot rested in her new boyfriend's lap. Her sole delicately weighed on his lap, and the sensitive surface was able to feel the intense twitching of his shaft. But she had something to do in return, so she undid her left boot, teasingly and slowly. Alice's soles were now both bare and exposed, and they were ready for Anon's touch.

Alice rested both of her feet in his lap, enjoying the feeling of the tent pitched in Anon's trousers. "So, my loving new boyfriend...you're quite the foot guy...why don't you tell this sweet little gal what you wanna do to them, hmm?" she cooed, running her right big toe under Anon's chin, "and don't spare any details, Alice Angel wants to know it all..."

Seeing how he was never going to be able to leave this creepy studio, and would most likely die down here, Anonymous complied with rising confidence. No one would be able to see what would happen down here.

"Alice, you...you scrumptious, curvy cutie...how about I just SHOW you what I want instead, huh?" Anon suggested. His hands got a bit...adventurous, and one grabbed Alice's right foot, while the other groped her left breast greedily. Alice yelped in shock, smacking his hand away from her plush breast. She was blushing and scowling at him for his perverse act, but she could barely hide her pleasure at being touched like that.

"What's the matter, Alice? Didn't you WANT a man?" Anon said, standing up and towering over his new girlfriend. Both of his hands went straight back to the soft mounds of flesh concealed by her top. Alice groaned loudly in pleasure at the feeling of both of them being touched.

"Now c'mon with me, Alice, I wanna show you exactly what I wanna do to you...you've got a lot of work to do," Anon said. He grabbed her butt, yanking Alice off the chair she was in. How unfortunate for her, she didn't have the strength of her horrific other side to fend for herself.

Anonymous's cock twitched in excitement as he led Alice through the horror-cave that was the old studio. No one else but them, and there was a very sexy girl, significantly weaker than him. Aside from the creepy animations being shown on little TV's, and the look of the woman, this was something he'd dreamed about for years.

When the door opened and Alice first stepped into the room he woke up in, he saw a very convenient cage a small distance away through the door, so he needed to get into that room. He pushed his new girlfriend in front of him towards the door.

"Now open up the door, I have plans for you...." Anon growled as he dug his fingers into Alice's sides. Even through the fabric of her clothing, it caused her to jolt and giggle. Alice's face turned red, and her body quivered in excitement, so she unlocked the door quickly.

Anon led her into the large square cage in the middle of the room. Upon entering, he noticed a few buttons that indicated floors to the place, and they were still lit. His escape route was right in front of him.

'Should I make a break for it?' he thought.

His throbbing cock answered that question instantly.

He punched a rather creepy animatronic out of the elevator-cage, and turned to Alice, his sexy new soon-to-be mate. After cornering the curvy demonic angel, he eagerly and greedily undressed her, removing her raggedy top at first. It was quite tight coming off, but the torso under it was worth the effort.

Toned midriff, the perfect shape for tickling, slightly larger breasts than normal for her height, and the way they bounced slightly as she walked was deliciously satisfying to watch.

Next came her tight-fitting leggings, and that annoying skirt that hid those hips of hers. Anonymous pulled down the skirt immediately, but took his time with the leggings. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled them down her slim legs until every inch of skin could be seen.

No panties, no bra. Could this be working any better than it is?

"Now, I'm not gonna be able to do this without some rope or something..." Anonymous murmured in her ear, and stealing her key from her discarded skirt. He exited the cage, locking Alice inside, while he went to look for discarded rope or restraining devices.

He soon found a pile of old ropes, and he took a few of them, returning to his caged up girlfriend, who was grinning in excitement. He roughly grabbed her wrists, tying them both to a single bar of the cage above her body, and pulled her ankles through the bars. He tied her ankles around the cage bar, so they were stuck outside the cage, and unable to break free. Finally, he tied her big toes to the bar her ankles were tied to.

Anonymous looked over his work. A 10/10, completely nude, and tied up in a cage, her feet bare and defenseless. He pinched himself in case he was dreaming. Upon finding that this was in fact real, he laid his hands on her powerless feet, and began to run his fingers up and down her left sole.

Her onyx-black lips curled into a smile at the dragging of fingers across her vulnerable foot. She writhed around in her bindings, attempting to curl her toes to lessen the ticklish sensation, but it was no use. He had tied her toes too tight for her feet to move away.

Alice closed one eye and tried very hard to stifle her giggles, as Anonymous kicked it up a notch. Now both of his hands were going wild, exploring every inch of the soft surfaces of her sole. When they lightly dug into the flesh, the floodgates burst open, and Alice Angel's adorable laugh filled the room.

Anonymous sat down fully, grabbing hold of the back of Alice's right foot, and scraping his nails up and down her curvy arch. Reflexively, she tried to pull her feet out of reach of Anon's dastardly fingers, but her feet were bound too tightly. Anon tightened his grip on her right foot, further preventing his caged up girlfriend from moving it.

Alice's remaining toes splayed outwards, in a desperate attempt to lessen the torment. Anon grinned, deciding that just tickling one of these sexy soles was not enough for him. So he removed his hand from the back of her foot and instead started tickling the left foot, now clawing both of her soles from heel to toe, heel to toe. Alice fell into mostly silent laughter after ten minutes of this treatment, and tears were streaming down her eyes.

Alice's tender, reddening feet had taken more than enough for her to handle. However, this didn't stop Anonymous from going to town on her feet for more than twice that time. When about half an hour was up, he ceased his tickling ministrations...if only for a few seconds, and because he noticed an abandoned hairbrush across the room.

As Anon got up to go get the hairbrush, Alice was choking a bit after the intense tickling session she just endured. She decided that she wanted to move on to other forms of fun instead, as this was a little bit too much for her.

However, Anon didn't care. No one was coming to find him anyway.

"A-alright...Anon...c'mon...thats ENOUGHAHAHAHA!!" she screamed, as her vulnerable arches felt the coarse brush scratch rapidly between them. As the bristles ravaged the unfathomably soft soles of Alice Angel, she desperately tried to move her feet left or right, up or down, all to attempt to escape Anon's masterful tickling.

He had tied her ankles and toes in just the right places, however, and each blushing foot was barely able to move away from the bristles just barely pressing under her toes when the brush moved upwards. Anon's captive demon-angel screamed for him to have mercy, but he was too in love with her feet to listen.

He kept scrubbing one of her smooth white soles with the hairbrush, and decided to return to using his hand for the other foot. The combination of the sharp nail stimulation on one foot and the scratchy stimulation of the brush on the other drove her absolutely crazy with laughter, and caused her silky white feet to sweat profusely. Unfortunately for her, this made it much easier for Anon to tickle her angelic feet senseless. The brush's bristles and his fingers were now able to glide across her soles with unprecedented ease.

This awful, very inappropriate amount of tickling continued on for over an hour. It was mostly a blur to Alice, besides, of course, the tickling plaguing her small, sexy body.

When Alice was barely even giggling anymore, Anon took his hands off her feet, allowing her to breathe properly once again. She weakly opened up her eyes and begged him to stop.

"P...lease...Anon...can't take...any more..." she choked out through her remaining tears of laughter. Anon thought for a moment, and then upon remembering the stiffness between his legs, came up with an idea.

"I'll stop tickling you...today...if you do exactly what I say," he said. He unlocked the cage-elevator his girlfriend was stuck in, and undressed himself completely, his throbbing cock on full display for her.

Despite the intense amount of tickling she just endured, she was still able to remain fully conscious and awake for him. However, she wasn't exactly happy at being driven nearly insane by his expert tickling skills.

Anon forced her to lay down flat, the ropes binding her ankles and wrists sliding down the bars of the cage, so she was completely helpless to him, more so than before. He knelt down, her small, slim legs held between his stronger ones, and placed his hands directly over her breasts for support.

Alice growled at him and demanded, "I'm gonna kill you f-ohhhh..." and was unable to complete the thought when she felt something warm rubbing between her folds. Anon slid his cock back and forth, the shaft placed neatly between her petals, but the tip wasn't going in. The more she was teased, the more sopping wet her slit became. Anon began to enjoy himself a little bit too much, and started mashing and squeezing her plush, warm breasts together.

However, the constant teasing of Alice's clit was driving her insane with sexual frustration. "A-Anon, quit teasing and PUT IT IN!!" Alice yelled, thrashing around in her bindings. She instantly regretted what she just did, because Anon's fingers left her breasts and started wriggling threateningly at her exposed midriff.

"W-wait, I didn't mean i-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Alice squealed, as Anon attacked her belly with a flurry of ticklish sensations. The fact that he was pretty much sitting on her legs didn't allow any room at all for escape.

"I'M SOHOHOHORRY!! STOP PLEASEEEHEHEHE!!" Alice begged as she felt Anon's nails scrape erratically around her belly and sides, digging in to cause even more tickling.

Anon relented, allowing her a breather from the torment. Through her tears, she said, "Anon...gah...please...didn't...mean...OH!!"

Anon suddenly reared up, and then took the plunge, driving his dick deep into her soaking wet femness. He held her hips steady as he started to thrust, taking out all of his sexual frustration on her.

Alice was completely shocked by his enthusiasm, the power in his thrusts, the desire to take charge. She moaned out his name several times, as his member pushed itself as far as it could go between her legs.

All of this sexual tension between the two had made Anon already close enough, and Alice fared no better than him. She clenched her teeth and grunted softly, her spot tightening like a vice and her toes curling as far as they could go, as she finished with incredible force, her juices erupting every way possible.

Anonymous finished seconds after his girlfriend did, no longer able to last, pounding Alice with vigor each time his tip spurted out his seed. With one final spurt, and a deep sigh of relief, he pulled himself back out of her pussy, a lot of his cum leaking out due to how much he filled her.

But Anon wasn't satisfied yet, he knew what he really wanted from her.

Judging by her eyes being barely open now because of the powerful orgasm she just endured, Alice was a little too tired now for any more lewd acts. But Anon didn't like his desires being left unsatiated. So he reached back and swiped his fingers up her right foot once to jolt her awake, and he then walked towards Alice's face, his still-erect penis pressed between her jet-black lips.

"Time for you to start REALLY paying your bail..." Anon murmured. Alice's face was more red than white at this point, but knowing she wouldn't be released otherwise, she weakly parted her lips and allowed him to indulge in her mouth.

Slowly, inch by inch, Anon pulled her head forward, forcing more and more of his member into Alice's warm, inviting mouth. He felt her tongue run along the underside, as if she was taste-testing him. When Anon hit the back of her throat with his tip, she gagged hard, but managed to compose herself for him.

She started sucking him softly, her lips curling upwards into a small smile around his dick. Anon smiled down at her, his hand holding the back of her head tightly, and locked eyes with his adorable, blushing demonic angel. Alice moved her head back and forth, back and forth, swirling her nimble tongue around the base of his length.

It didn't take too long before Anon groaned in pure pleasure, his cock still sensitive from earlier, twitching rapidly against the warm, moist walls of her throat. She felt every throb of his manhood in her throat, and swallowed each time she moved her head forward to meet his lap. She breathed through her nose as she deepthroated Anon, able to pick up his rather enticing scent.

As Alice very carefully nibbled on the base of his cock, just enough to cause pleasure, Anon pulled himself back out of her throat, glistening with her saliva in the dim light. She looked up at him curiously as to why he did that, licking her lips, but she soon got her answer.

Anonymous walked out of the cage, locking her back in, and started to rub his slickened tip over her still-sweat coated left sole. He cut both of her big toes free, so her feet could wiggle freely once again, but not escape his touch.

"Nononono, please, no more tickling..." Alice begged. Anon shook his head, some of his pre dripping between her toes.

"Alright, Alice, let's finish me off with those slick feet of yours, hmmm? Unless you want to be tickled more..."

Alice gulped, instantly scrunching her toes out of instinct. Not wanting her feet to endure any more of...that...she nodded, and quite emphatically. Anon grinned evilly and cut both of Alice's tightly-bound feet free, allowing her to pull them back through the bars.

Once again, Anon paid a visit to Alice in her cage, with her arms still bound just in case she tried to weasel her way out of this. He sat down with his legs spread, displaying his cock, throbbing almost painfully with desire.

Now that her feet were free, Alice was able to wrap her sweat-coated soles around Anon's slick length. Up and down the arches went, locking Anon's girth in a tight hug between them. Her soles glided very easily across the twitching pole of flesh, causing unimaginable amounts of pleasure for Anonymous.

Alice bit her lip as she felt more of his precum leak between her soft soles, and she decided to pull back her feet a little bit, allowing her boyfriend to enjoy the embrace of her slender toes. He threw his head back in pleasure, unable to stop himself from grunting and clenching his teeth. He was clearly holding back, just to enjoy her soles more, but Alice was more determined to finish him off.

As her left set of toes kept his shaft in a tight grip, and the smooth, slick right sole slid up and down the other side, Anonymous clenched his fists, crying out and unloaded harder than he ever had in his entire life. Alice made sure to catch each and every spurt of his essence on her silky white feet, and it felt...warm, it felt pleasurable, knowing she was able to make someone cum so hard.

Anonymous nearly fell back and blacked out, his desires now more than satisfied. But a small kick from Alice's soft foot kept him awake, and he was reminded to untie her. He cut her wrists free from the ropes, and she rubbed her wrists and stretched her arms, sighing in relief at her newfound freedom of movement.

Alice crawled her way over to Anon, whispering into his ear, "That was absolute hell you just put me through, Anon...and then it became absolute heaven. I've always wondered what heaven looked like. I always thought I'd never get to go there...but you put me there."

Anon grinned weakly at her, softly groping her nude body, and keeping it firmly in his grasp. Alice smiled seductively, staring into his eyes, and ran one of her fingers under his chin.

"But if you do that again, I'll tease you like you teased me, but far, FAR worse..."

He didn't care. He was going to tickle her senseless, every day, until she loved it.

-End