Miley CAN be tamed


Here is a story about what happened during the shot of Miley Cyrus' music video to "Can't Be Tamed"... True story? Maybe~

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Miley was done with her work for the shoot and decided to chill a bit before going home.
Most people were already on their way home.
Miley sat back in her nice, comfy chair, that was located in a little corner inside her dressing room.
Closing her eyes a bit, she hasn't noticed what happened around her.
One of her staff members snuck into the room holding some rope.
In a quick move he managed to tie Miley down.
As she noticed what was going on it was too late already.
She struggled as good as she could, but her efforts to not be tied down were overpowered.

"Hey, what are you doing? This prank isn't funny! Untie me already!", Miley yelled at the guy who was her assistant.
She hasn't acted like a diva, but was annoying him and kinda pushing him and a few others of the staff members too far.
"Forget it Miley. You are just a little girl who thinks she's the best cause she earns millions of dollars for it, but looks down on those people who work hard to make her reach this status! You should be more thankful for the things you get.", the guy answered.
"But.. Frank... I didn't mean.. I'm under alot of stress and...", Miley tried to explain and talk herself out but Frank had a plan he wanted to bring to an end and interupted his boss.
"So it's stress... don't you think it's even more stressful to do all the planning, running around all day to get all the things together and stuff, then chilling, coming to the show, doing some rehearsals and get on stage to perform?"
"Well.. um... I...", Miley answered, nearly speechless at the facts that were presented to her.

"Now you get it, do you? You're a smart girl it seems. Just a spoilt brat...", Frank then said and unstrapped her boots.
"What... a-are you d-doing?", Miley asked a lil nervous.
"Well to make sure you learn your lesson, we will punish you and make your worst nightmare come true", Frank answered and grinned at her in a diabolic, yet entertained way.
"C-can't we t-talk this over?", she asked, now scared as her black boots, she wore all day, came off, releasing a very strong cheesy foot odor, mixed with a slight scent of her foot lotion.

"Oh my... Miley.. I know you wore those boots for hours but.. damn your feet stink!"
"I... um... i...", Miley blushed deeply in embaressment from hearing about that.
Her black socked toes wiggled a bit as the air cooled them slightly.
Slipping off her sweat soaked socks, Frank revealed her small, very soft and currently very sweaty size 6 feet.
Her eyes widened and reflected a glimpse of terror as her socks came off.
Mixed with the threat of having her worst nightmare come true, Miley got an idea about what's gonna happen. Her thoughts were confirmed as Frank started stroking her exposed soles.

"Nyahahahaha oh no hahaha not thahahahat", Miley giggled from this already.
Miley's feet are her weakspot and they are very very ticklish, but she HATES being tickled.
Those facts mixed made it really bad for her. Frank knew about that and thought that there couldn't be a better way of getting payback on Miley without hurting her.
He stroked his 10 fingers up and down her soles slow and teasingly.
Still it tickled alot to Miley. It caused her to giggle even more.
"Ahahahahaha plehehehease Frahahahank hahaha stahahahap you know i cahahahan't stand thahahahahat"

"I know you can't and that's why I do that. Coochie coochie coo Miley!", Frank answered and taunted her. He began to lightly tickle her soles now which made her giggle even louder.
"HAhahahaHAHAhahahaha no no ahahahAHAHAHAhahaha not my SOHOhohohoholes!"
"Yeah your soles. Exactly them. They have to take the punishment for your behaviour", Frank explained to Miley and sped up some more.
"IYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEHEHEASE NO!", she begged and threw her head back and forth.
"Awww such a ticklish one you are. Too bad for you Miley, cause this won't stop for a looooong time", Frank answered with a slight smirk, as his fingers glided faster and faster all over his famous victim's soles, causing more and more laughter to her.
"HEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FRAHAHAHAHAHAHANK HAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE HAHAHAHAHA IT'S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Already too much for you Miley? You are way too ticklish aren't you?", Frank kept teasing and spider tickled her soles. Miley was shaking her head violently, while her tied down feet kept perfectly still, helpless to prevent any of the tickling forced upon them.
"HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANK NO MORE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'VE LEARNED HAHAHAHAHAHA MY LEHEHEHEHEHEHESSON!!", Miley screamed with laughter.
Frank wasn't really bothered to stop though and kept the tickling up for around 15 minutes.
As he stopped Miley was panting heavily, her face as sweaty as her feet, her hair being messy from shaking her head back and forth and from left to right, like a heavy metal fan after headbanging.

"Ah that was fun", Frank smiled and stood up.
"It's... over... finally...", Miley said while panting quite heavily still. "Please.. untie me...", she added then.
"Oh well.. I should but I'll let someone else do the work", Frank replied with a grin and walked out.
"Oh great.... not many... should be.. around here... now...", Miley said to herself while panting on and on. "I'll just wait till I regain my breathe and then scream for help", she thought, but her thought were interrupted by the door to her dressing room opening again.

"Diane...", Miley said with a touch of happiness in between her gasps, as she saw a nearly 6 foot tall and slightly chubby woman with short blonde hair enter the room. It was Diane, her personal make-up artist for the shoot.
"Diane... I'm so happy... to see you... Frank tied me up... and tickled my feet.... Please untie me...", Miley pleaded Diane and felt really happy that someone was coming to save her.
"I know he did Miley...", Diane answered, but then grinned evilly and continued her sentence: "..and I'll just continue his work".
"WHAT?!?", Miley shouted out in a huge shock, while her eyes shot wide open. It was impossible to her. Just a moment earlier she thought she was gonna be saved just to find out that this one moment later, her situation is about to get worse.

"Yes Miley, I'm here to get revenge aswell"
"B-but.. Diane... for what... I've always been nice to you..", Miley said, wondering what got Diane to wanna get revenge on her.
"For what? Well you have been nice but behind my back you said I was a fat cow. I may be a bit chubby but not fat Miley!", Diane answered, her usual friendly facial expression turning into a dark and scary one.
Miley gulped and her already big shock grew even further as Diane showed off her perfectly manicured fingernails and a dusting brush she uses for putting up powder.
She continued the teen idols nightmare in a teasing way, by slowly dragging one of her nails up and down Miley's right heel, which caused her to giggle uncontrollably once again.

"Oh.. Frank was right, you are a REALLY ticklish one", Diane acknowledged with a giggle that had a sadistic tone to it. Every few seconds she added one more fingernail to the gentle scratching against her helpless captives' heel.
"NYahahahahaHAHAHAhahahahaha not theheHEHEHehehe NAHAhahahaihihIHIHIHihihihls", Miley giggled wildly, when she experienced the devastating effect of perfectly manicured fingernails scratching against the very sensitive skin of a young girls foot.

Diane very slowly moved her nails upwards, along Miley's right sole, increasing the scratching more and more. Her giggles grew louder and louder until Diane reached the arch causing Miley to break into a fit of laughter.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO AHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAVE MERCY!!"
"You bet I won't Miley! Let's skip the games and teases and get serious...", Diane told Miley, seeing the horror in her eyes and all of a sudden scratched her nails with full speed all over Miley's right sole, while using her powder brush on the left sole.

Miley's laughter turned into loud tormented screams.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DIAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I'M REHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEALLY SORRY!!"
Like Frank before, Diane didn't care about the pleads of the famous girl in front of her and just keep tickling worse and worse.
After 20 minutes of evil, merciless tickling Diane stopped panting a bit herself, as if she had just completed a workout.
Miley meanwhile was in worse condition. She was sweating even more than before, her face as red as a tomato and parts of her hair were kinda glued to it. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Gasping for air, Miley stared down, not able to speak for now.

Diane meanwhile stood up and waved at Miley, even though she couldn't see it from the position she was in.
"Awww I feel alot better now. Thanks for sharing this fun time with me hehe", she said and walked out, leaving Miley tied up again.

And that's where the story ends...
Or doesn't it?

Well.. let's say... Diane wasn't the last person that night to get revenge on Miley.
There was Sam the guy who had to carry the wings she wore during the video, getting her with a few feathers, Mary-Sue the cleaning woman and Melissa the girl who did the catering.
Oh yeah... and not to forget, using his rough tongue, was Max the security guys German Shepherd whom Miley teased with a cookie and than ate it herself