The police had not been very helpful to Monica Nelson. She had gone there right after the tickle attack in the bathroom and had told her story. At first, the authorities had seemed concerned. They took a detailed description of her assailant and even check the bathroom for fingerprints or other evidence. That had turned up nothing.
Then they asked Monica the hard questions. Why had she gone down into the basement? Why was there no record of the first floor bathroom being closed or the mysterious elderly custodian she had seen closing it? How had she supposedly screamed her head off and nobody had heard? If she had been attacked why was there no trauma on her body or evidence or sexual assault? And who in there right mind would go to all that trouble merely to tickle somebody?
In the end, the police had decided this was some sort of prank. They had admonished Monica, threatened her with charges of making a phony complaint, then hushed the whole thing up. Realizing how ridiculous she would appear if the story got into the local media, Monica had dropped the whole thing.
Now, three weeks later, Monica was trying to put it all behind her. She wasn’t having much luck. The biggest reason she had gone to the police was to convince herself she had been violated. And part of her did feel that way. She had been rendered helpless, made to feel weak and out of control. Monica hated that feeling, and still had a lot of unresolved anger about it.
But there was another part Monica, a secret part, which had enjoyed it. The experience had been so different than any love making she’d ever had with one of her many boyfriends. It had been so tender, yet had made her feel so submissive at the same time. That part of Monica longed to repeat the experience. Well, not the tickling part. She hated being tickled! But the kissing and breast fondling…she really wanted to do that again.
And that desire confused Monica. She’d never had any lesbian leanings before. These thoughts made her feel ashamed, like she had done something wrong.
Divided between being humiliated and the guilt over kind of enjoying it, Monica responded the only way she knew how. She pulled away from the outside world. The blonde bombshell stopped going out on dates or to parties with her friends, and started focusing on the one thing in her life not thrown into confusion, her school work.
That was why one of Plains State University’s biggest party girls was at a mostly deserted library on a Friday night, reading a book on Roman history. She was hiding from the world, and she knew it. But sometimes, the world won’t be ignored so easily.
The tickling under her arms began softly. In fact, with her attention totally fixed her studies, Monica barely noticed the fluttering feeling. Her lips had already cracked into a grin before the sensation entered her awareness. What was that?
Jerking her head around, Monica looked for the cause. There was nobody or nothing close by that could have just touched her, and the thick blue sweater she was wearing would have shielded her vulnerable body anyways. Chalking it up to her imagination, Monica went back to studying.
Again, the tickling sensation in her armpits returned. This time, it was more intense, like a fingertip wiggling in each of her hollows. Monica had to quickly stifle an involuntary giggle, making a strange mewing noise instead, attracting a few glances in the quiet library.
This time, however, the feeling did not go away. Despite clamping her arms tightly against her sides, the invisible fingertips kept dragging themselves across her underarm skin. Monica clenched her teeth and balled her hands into little fists in an attempt to resist it. What the hell was happening? When would it stop?!
The tickling only grew worse. Now a couple of fingernails were scraping across her underarms, driving her mad. Monica’s face grew flushed, and the small grin her lips had formed earlier now blossomed into one so huge it belonged on a crazed clown. She started gripping the arm of her chair so tightly her knuckles turned white, and her foot involuntarily began stomping on the ground. Her lungs were dying to erupt with laughter, but Monica refused to give in to the need. She…would…not …laugh!
“Excuse me, ma’am, but is there a problem?” Monica heard a voice. Standing over her was Mrs. Thornton. She had become senior librarian at Plains State University just after the Truman administration. Neither her voice nor wrinkled old puss showed any concern for Monica. She was clearly annoyed at what she viewed as some new kind of horse play.
Monica looked up at the librarian, tears starting to well in her eyes. The last thing she had wanted to do was attract attention. She shook her head no, trying to look nonchalant even while her cheeks puffed out and her mouth began to quiver. Still, the librarian did not move. She just stood there, staring at the blonde troublemaker.
No matter what, Monica wasn’t going to create a scene. She would hold it together, no matter what! But the damn tickling under her arms just wouldn’t stop! She was struggling so hard to hold in her hilarity that her solid oaken chair was rocking from side to side.
“Answer me, or I’ll have you removed from this facility,” Mrs. Thornton said, in a voice which could have chilled a penguin.
Not seeing any alternative, Monica opened her mouth, only to have both underarms explode with squirming tickles at that exact moment. The blonde bombshell lost it.
“I AHAH AHAHAHAHAH OHHH NAWWOOO HAH AHAHHAHAH STAWWWPPP HAHAH AHAH NAWWTTTT A AHAH TRYYYINNGG HAHH AAHH!!!”
Monica fell off her chair and began writhing on the ground, looking like a three year old having a temper tantrum. She put both hands in her underarms, looking like that Molly Shannon character from Saturday Night Live, desperately trying to shield her sensitive skin from what could not be seen. Her feet kicked out wildly, accidentally slamming into a student trying to get past her to the magazine stacks.
The other student yelled, falling to the ground and dropping several books. One book flew across the library and knocked over a red vase. Studying of any kind was forgotten in the library now, and all eyes were on Monica.
“HA AHAH AHAHAH SSS AHA SOOORRYYYY H AHAH AHAHAAAA,” Monica bellowed as she rolled around on the floor, knocking over a chair that fell hard against a table.
“That is it!” Mrs. Thornton bellowed. “Out you go!” She grabbed Monica by the shoulders, trying to pull her off the ground.
Monica reached out for the older woman, holding her forearms. She was so overwhelmed by laughter that she was looking for help anywhere she could. Somehow, Mrs. Thornton had pulled her back up to one knee when Monica felt a poking in her ribcage, a new tickle that shot through her already worn out body. Instinctively, she pushed the elderly librarian away.
“HA AHAHAHA AHA HELLLPP HAH AHAHAH HELLLLPPPPPP MEHAHAH H MEEHEHE EHEHEH AHAHHAHAH HELLPPP MEHEHEHEHE EHE PLEASSSSEEEHEH EHEHEHEH!!!”
Mrs. Thornton fell back into the student who had been tripped earlier, sending both of them back to the ground in a new pile. A circle of students had gathered around now, watching the strange sights. They were pointing and whispering. A few of them were laughing almost as hard as Monica.
Monica felt every eye on her. She would not be humiliated again! She had to get out of here! But it was so hard. The tickling and laughing seemed to rob her of all coordination. Somehow, using the fallen chair as a crutch, she managed to get to her feet, loud peels of laughter still pouring from her red face.
She stumbled drunkenly a few steps to her left. Her only thought to get out of this library, to escape both the tickling and the crowd of onlookers. The sensations had eased now, only a few wiggles still in her underarms, and the occasional poke to her sides. Still, it was enough to blind her with tears and lower her dexterity.
“Stop her!” Mrs. Thornton was yelling, trying to untangle herself from the unfortunate other student, “She’s destroying the library!”
It was at that moment campus security showed up.
“Freeze,” One of them called out, “Stop where you are! Put your hands above your head!”
Of course, the one thing you couldn’t do while invisible fingers were tormenting your armpits was raise your hand.
“AH AHAH HAHAH CANNN’TTT STAWWWPP IT HA HAHAH AHAHAHHHAHH AH AHAH HHAH CANNN’TTT STWAAAPPPPPPPH AHAHA!!!” Monica bleated out hysterically, staggering forward.
The crowd was huge now. Monica had no idea where all the students had come from, but they were all staring at her, laughing at her! Now she was going to be arrested by campus security? Things couldn’t get any worse! Still only thinking about escape, Monica lurched forward.
The tickling, thank god, was diminishing even more, and in a few moments, she would have had the faculties to follow the guard’s directions. Sadly, her hands were still in the Mary Kathryn Gallagher position. One of the security guards, seeing her still coming towards them and realizing he couldn’t see her hands, suddenly became afraid of a hidden weapon. He reacted.
Fortunately, campus security doesn’t carry guns. Unfortunately, they had just started carrying tasers. And while nobody that has ever been hit with a taser has fond memories of it, the blackout after the massive electric shock was heaven on earth for Monica. The last heavenly moment she’d experience for a while.
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Alice and Melanie were making out on the couch when it happened to her. Melanie was on top, kissing Alice’s tender neck and roaming her hands over the outside of her blouse. Alice let out a soft moan, her hands running up and down Melanie’s nearly bare back, fighting with the bra clasp. For the first time since the stranger had appeared, Alice was in the mood and ready to make love to her partner.
Unlike Monica, Alice had no confusion about what had happened to her. She had been assaulted and tortured, and not just but a stranger, but by the woman she loved as well. Becoming intimate after that had been almost impossible.
It was so hard for Alice to forgive Melanie. Alice could still remember her girlfriend tickling her, holding her down, allowing the stranger to do such terrible, terrible things to her. How did you trust somebody again after that?
Alice knew it was illogical to stay mad at someone who had no control over or recollection of her actions. Still, the emotional wounds had been a long time healing.
And Alice wasn’t the only one suffering. Just as the stranger had said, Melanie had remembered nothing the next day. She had been confused and deeply hurt herself when she felt Alice pull away from her both emotionally and physically. Not understanding what was happening, Melanie had just done her best to be patient, believing Alice would tell her what was wrong when she was ready.
It might have helped if Alice had had someone to talk to. Confronting Melanie would have been pointless, and Alice didn’t any other close friends she could confide something like this to.
She could have gone to the police like Monica had, but Alice had always been a very shy girl. Going to the campus security to report a normal crime would have filled her with apprehension. There was no way Alice would have the courage to tell the authorities about the tickle attack. Running to the police about a crime so personal would have been more stressful than the original attack had been. In Alice’s world, it was better to push things like that into the back of your mind and forget about them.
So Alice had suffered in silence. Coming up with a series of barely believable excuses, she had avoided Melanie as much as possible, and had been distant and aloof with her when they were together.
Until tonight. Time, along with some wine, had healed her enough to give into Melanie’s passionate overtures. Making out on the couch again felt so right. Feeling Megan’s weight on top of her made Alice’s blood burn, and she squealed in genuine excitement when Melanie’s bra finally opened. At that moment, there was no more betrayal, just sexual exhilaration!
Then Alice felt it. A feather was being run across each of her soles. Unlike Monica in the library, Alice’s nerves were already stimulated, and she had no defense against the strange sensations. The giggles poured out of her immediately.
“he eheh eheh myyy eheheh ticklesh eheh ehee he eheheh stawwppp hehe eheh nawwooo hhehe tickckckllehehehheh ehe themmmmm ehe eh….”
“What, am I tickling you?” Melanie said playfully, kissing Alice’s neck again, dragging her tongue across the soft flesh, “Gitchy gitchy goo, my pretty darling.”
“Nawooo he eheh ehheh myyy heheheh heh efeetheehehttt,” Alice giggled back, feeling the tickling on her soles build up, “Plehehehehehehssee heheh stawwwpppppp!”
“What are you talking about?” Melanie pulled back a little, “I’m not touching your feet. Why, your shoes are on!”
It was true. Since the attack, Alice had taken to wearing tennis shoes laced up tightly, and almost never taking them off before bed. The romantic moment had come on them so quickly, neither woman had thought about taking them off of her.
“h eheh eheh ticckkkllesssh ehehehhheheheh itttt he eheheh tickklleessh ehehehehehe heehehh nawwwwooo morreee heheheheheh please heh ehehh pleeaaehehheesssse”
Panic started building in Alice’s chest. Melanie’s logic went unheard. All Alice knew was she was pinned underneath somebody, helpless again, and her feet were being tortured. She started fighting to get away.
Melanie was confused. What kind of bedroom game was this? Was she supposed to be dominant? Play a little S & M? That had never been her way before? Melanie pushed Alice back onto the couch, tried to kiss her again, tried to keep the romantic mood alive.
Alice had no chance to budge her lover.. Even in her anxious state, she was still a slender, frail creature, unable to move the bigger, heavier Melanie off. Alice started flailing her arms, and accidentally hit Melanie in the side of the head.
“Offf mehe eheheh eheheheh!!! GET HEHE ehe ehEHEHh EHE OFFFFF he eHEHE Eheh mehhehehehehehehehehehhe!!!!!” Alice cried out. She could feel the tickling get worse, the feather become more abrasive, each plume becoming more prickly. She had to get free!
For Melanie, her confusion was turning to anger. She had done her best to be patient with her lover’s melancholy and withdraw the last couple of weeks. Was this more of that? Some weird excuse of Alice’s not to get intimate with her? What could that mean for their relationship?
But throwing some kind of hysterical fit during their first moment of intimacy in what felt like forever was wrong! Partially out of frustration and partially out of the need to protect herself, Melanie grabbed both of Alice’s wrists, and pinned the brunettes arms to the couch cushion.
“Alice, stop it! Nobody is touching your feet! Calm down!” Melanie snapped. “I…I just want to make love to you like we used to. Please, Alice, let me make love to you!”
But Alice wasn’t listening. She kept fighting, desperately trying to rip one of her arms free and buck Melanie off. The tickling on her feet was driving her crazy! She kicked her legs as much as she could and continued screaming for Melanie to stop.
Melanie was heartbroken. She felt rejected and pushed away. Still, she did not let her lover go, afraid that in her wild, out of control state, Alice might hurt herself.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop!” Melanie yelled, “If you don’t want to touch me, I’ll let you up. We…we don’t have to do this anymore! We don’t have…have to be lovers. But calm down first. If you get hysterical, you’ll hurt yourself!” It broke Mel’s heart to even say those words.
The feathers were now warm and wet, rough and raspy, each one seemingly big enough to cover Alice’s entire sole in one stroke. They kept moving from heel to toe, up and down, again and again. Alice was being driven out of her mind.
“HEHE EHEHEHEHEHEH SHOOOEEESS HEHE EHEHEHEHEH SHOEESSS OFFFFF HEHEH EHEHH EHEHEHHEHEHEH NOOOOWWWW HEH EHEH E EHEHEHEHEEHEHHEH PLLLEEEAAASSSEEEEE!!!!!”
Alice did not calm down. She was screaming now at the top of her lungs, fighting for freedom with wild energy, howling with laughter and screaming about her feet. Still trying to control her, Melanie looked into Alice’s brown eyes and saw madness staring back at her. Could something be wrong with Alice’s feet? Melanie made a quick decision and tried to help.
She released Alice’s hands and pounced on her feet. First, she had to catch Alice’s kicking legs without taking a shoe to the chin. Then, it took valuable seconds to undo the laces. Her own panic and Alice’s hysterical cries made Melanie’s fingers stiff and uncoordinated. All the while, Alice’s high pitched laughter rang in Melanie’s ears. Eventually though, she got the shoes off, then quickly stripped away the white socks.
And there was nothing. Just a pair of small, pink feet, wiggling wildly.
The tickling didn’t end when her shoes came off, but it moved. Now Alice could feel teeth gently nibbling her little toes. They grazed underneath them while a slender tongue slid between them and even wiggled on top of them.
Alice’s laughter turned into an insane cackling, like the wicked witch in a bad cartoon. Alice quickly sat up and held each foot, one after the other, like she had just stepped on something sharp. She pushed Melanie away and dropped to the ground, her laughter never easing for a second.
For a while, Alice laughed and rolled back and forth on the ground, like the kid in the ‘Stop, Drop and Roll’ movie. It felt like all twenty toes were being tickled at once, and there was nothing Alice could do about it. No matter what it felt like, there was no real feather gliding over her soles, not tongue licking her arches, no teeth playfully biting her piggies. There was nobody she could push away, no hands to escape from, no foam she could rip her feet out of. All Alice could do was lie on the ground and wail.
Melanie tried everything. As Alice got weaker, it was possible for Melanie to take control of one of her feet again. Mel rubbed her lover’s soles, massaged them, even tenderly sucked her toes. Anything to get the phantom tickles off of Alice. Still, nothing worked.
Soon, Alice did not even have the energy to roll and laugh. She could only lie there, exhausted, not having enough air to make a sound. Only her twitching body and her insane brown eyes showed the torment she was still under.
Melanie was completely out of ideas. Convinced her partner must be having some strange seizure, she quickly called 911 and prayed.
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Most of the students took one of Dr. Mona Robbins classes because a friend told them that she was the best teacher on campus. They all said Dr. Robbins was able to take complicated information, break it down into clear, easy to understand parts, and still make her lectures somewhat enjoyable to listen to.
After the last few weeks, all of Dr. Robbins students wanted to punch that friend in the face.
Dr. Robbins had been a terror lately. She began assigning so many projects and term papers that the students were staying up late every night and working all weekend just to keep up. Then, she graded those papers so harshly, marking off for every tiny mistake, that most students didn’t even have a ‘C’ to show for their effort. Even worse, she had begun humiliating students in class. Whether they asked a question or were trying to answer one of the professors, Dr. Robbins would skewer them with her shrill wit. Seeing students leave her lecture hall in tears became a sight one was sure to see at least once or twice a period.
What the class had no way of knowing was that a fire was burning inside her, hotter than her hair. Mona was a respected, powerful woman, used to getting her way. Few people in the college had as much authority as she did. Students, secretaries, even other professors gave in to her. Everyone knew that Dr. Mona Robbins was one of the driving forces that made Plains State University what it was today.
That was why being dominated and controlled by that mysterious woman was impossible for her to accept. She started every morning seeing her own shaved privates in the shower. Even weeks later, her pubic area was still as bald as a cue ball. That made her remember how helpless and vulnerable she had been while glued to the wall and tickled. Those memories started Mona on a slow boil every day.
Unlike Alice, Dr. Robbins would have loved to go to the police. The need for revenge against her attacker overwhelmed any feelings of embarrassment she might have from the sexual nature of the assault. And she had the clout, the standing in the community, to make every police officer in the city do nothing but search for her attacker. She’d push the boys in blue, hound them and badger them until they found her. And unlike Monica, Mona had no mixed feelings about what she wanted done with the mystery woman when she was found. She’d have her grinning head on a silver platter. Of that much she was certain.
But Mona couldn’t go to the police. She’d been kidnapped in the home of her current lover. The police were sure to find out everything about her six month old affair. Then the newspapers would know. The resulting scandal would be huge in the quiet Midwestern town in which she lived. Dr. Robbins knew she’d very likely lose both her job and her husband to it. She could never let that happen.
So Mona had been forced to swallow her rage. Much of that anger got subconsciously redirected at her students.
“You are the laziest bunch of students I have ever seen,” Dr. Robbins was yelling, holding up their latest exam scores, “I think a trained monkey could have gotten a higher score than some of you!”
The outburst was unjustified. Dr. Robbins had given them a surprise quiz the other day, half of the questions about material she had not even covered in class yet. Still, nobody dared say a word. Everyone in the class was too frightened to contradict her or interrupt Mona’s rampage. They just stared down at their desks, trying not to make eye contact, and somehow survive until the bell.
“When I see such sloppy, unintelligent work like this, it just makes me want to throw up in the nearest EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!”
Right in the middle of her tirade, Mona had suddenly felt fingers running up the back of her legs, from behind her knees to her firm bottom.
The class just stared at her, confusion on their faces. They didn’t know what was happening. Some of the students turned to each other and started whispering back and forth.
“Quiet down now!” Mona barked, trying to seize control of the situation again, “If you don’t all behave yourselves I’m going to HE EHEHHE EHEHHEHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
Again, Monica burst out in laughter. This time it was like a hundred spiders crawled up the inside of each of her milky white thighs. She could feel each leg flutter over her delicate skin.
Instinctively, Dr. Robbins jumped up on a table, pressing her legs together. Both hands grabbed the long, green skirt she was wearing and wrapped it tighter around her legs. What was happening?!
Now she heard giggles from the class to match her own. The atmosphere of terror she had created shattered like a cheap glass window, and the students were starting to respond to her strange behavior with mirth.
“Now cut that out!” Mona hopped down from the table, and scanned the lecture hall. Feeling a bit humiliated, Mona did what she did best. Fight. She picked out a boy in the first row, probably a freshman from his half grown scraggly beard, and pounced on him.
“You think this is funny Mr. Olten?” She barked, “I can have you suspended you know! I can have you expelled! I can….oh no…”
The tickling started again, this time on her bottom. It was light at first, but quickly got more intense. Soon her bottom was covered with a sensation like pine needles being lightly dragged over the vulnerable skin.
Mona sank to her knees, chortling like a school girl. She covered her rear with both hands, but she could not block out the tickling sensations sweeping over that most tender flesh.
The class was now rolling with laughter. It was more than the sight of a professor holding her ass and laughing frantically. They all felt the tension that had accompanied Dr. Robbins reign of terror snap because of her strange actions, and the relief they all felt flowed out with their amusement.
“Stop…ha ahahhahah stopppp ha ahahahahhahh it ahahhaahh ordeererer hahahahahh orrrdeerrr ahahha ahahhah ahahahh youuhuuhuuuuuhuuu!!!!”
But of course, nothing Mona could say or do while screaming with hilarity could be the least bit authoritative. If anything, her mad commands seemed to only get her students more wound up. They started pointing at her and calling her names. They were making fun of her!
Mona’s face turned red, and it wasn’t just the tickling. She was more Embarrassed than she’d been since she’d been a gangly teen-age girl. And a professor didn’t have to take that kind of crap from anyone!
Mona jumped off the table and began moving in the direction of the students. She’d show them! If Dr. Robbins was anything, she was a warrior, and she’d fight this invisible foe trying to shame her tooth and nail! But as soon as her feet hit the floor, the tickling increased. Now the unseen fingers started spreading out, moving away from her bottom over her hips and toward her pubic area. The intense tickling quickly forced the professor to her knees, still howling with laughter.
In desperation, she ripped off her long skirt, looking for some thing, anything that would show her why she was being tickled. There was still nothing there. All she had done was show off her perfect legs to the class. Even through her hysterical screams, Mona could hear whistles and cat calls come from the Freshman and Sophomores in the audience.
What Mona hated worse then the tickling was the feeling of being powerless. Mona remembered that feeling from being a little girl, having no chance to defend or protect yourself. Lying there, unable to stop what was being done to her body made Dr. Robbins feel like she was eight years old again. Oh god, not again!
Then, suddenly the tickling stopped, and Mona was aware of a new touch on her body. This one was inside her panties. It felt like a finger on her clitoris. It was a soft but firm touch, stroking her love button in circular pattern that had always gotten her off quickly in the past.
Now terror flooded into Mona’s heart. Being tickled senseless in front of her students had been bad, but this would be a disaster! She wouldn’t let them see her like this! She couldn’t. Anger at being helpless turned into icy fear.
Mona tried to resist the pleasure with her mind, tried to block the sensation, but it was no use. That soft touch wouldn’t go away. Already, Mona felt her hips start to thrust, and a vibration build up in her throat. Then a mad desire to stick her own hand down her pants and touch herself. It…it became so hard to think….The pleasure was building, building like a tidal wave. She had to….had to…
“They can’t see me like this!” That one thought burned into Mona’s brain. All those eighteen and nineteen year old boys and girls could not witness her cum like some cat in heat! The fight finally beaten out of her, Mona knew she’d have to flee. At least then Mona could have her body ravaged in private. Turning away from the class, Mona staggered to her feet and started moving for the back door of the hall that led to a seldom used office.
Somehow, Mona put one foot in front of the other. The pleasure was even stronger now, radiating out from her clitoris, making her face flush and her breath grow huskier. That office, a small twenty feet away, seemed like miles with her nerve ending sending much glorious feelings to her brain. Still, Mona stumbled in that direction, determined to hide her shame.
Then the tickling returned, worse than ever before. Now it was like soapy fingernails, sliding over her exposed pubic area. The red curls had been removed, and the bare skin that had been covered since puberty was unused to being touched. The tickling there was nothing Mona had a defense against.
“HE EHEHEH EHEHEEHEH QUIIITTT HEHEH EHEHEHHEH QUIITTTT ITTT HEH EHE EHEHE EHEHEE EHEHEHEHEH STAAAWWWWWPPPP HEHE EHEHEHEH PLEEEEEAAASSEEHE EHEHEH EHEHEHEHEHEH !!!!!!!!”
Mona’s legs turned to jelly, and she collapsed back to the floor, pounding her fists in what looked like a hysterical temper tantrum.
The students weren’t laughing at Professor Robbins anymore, but not one of them had moved. Male and female alike, they were entranced by this bizarre scene. Their professor’s sufferings were highly erotic and none of the students were so experienced sexually that they could tear themselves away from it.
As soon as Mona hit the floor, the tickles stopped, and the pleasure began again. The sensual stroking of her clitoris and labia quickly brought her to the very edge, stimulating her nerves like never before.
Out of desperation, she tried crawling to the door, dragging herself inch by inch with her arms. As soon as she got a few feet, however, the tickling rapidly returned, invisible fingers going from pleasuring to tormenting her womanhood. Her moans and groans were than replaced by screeches of high pitched hilarity. They would soon overwhelm her, forcing Mona to curl up into a ball.
Then the sensual caresses started yet again.
Caught in a trap she could not escape, Mona finally just curled up in a ball. She couldn’t care anymore about being helpless, or who was watching. Mona began grunting like a fornicating animal, until she exploded in an orgasm. And not one Freshman or Sophomore left until she did. Some even applauded.
All three women would have to wait until tomorrow to find out what had just happened to them.
Then they asked Monica the hard questions. Why had she gone down into the basement? Why was there no record of the first floor bathroom being closed or the mysterious elderly custodian she had seen closing it? How had she supposedly screamed her head off and nobody had heard? If she had been attacked why was there no trauma on her body or evidence or sexual assault? And who in there right mind would go to all that trouble merely to tickle somebody?
In the end, the police had decided this was some sort of prank. They had admonished Monica, threatened her with charges of making a phony complaint, then hushed the whole thing up. Realizing how ridiculous she would appear if the story got into the local media, Monica had dropped the whole thing.
Now, three weeks later, Monica was trying to put it all behind her. She wasn’t having much luck. The biggest reason she had gone to the police was to convince herself she had been violated. And part of her did feel that way. She had been rendered helpless, made to feel weak and out of control. Monica hated that feeling, and still had a lot of unresolved anger about it.
But there was another part Monica, a secret part, which had enjoyed it. The experience had been so different than any love making she’d ever had with one of her many boyfriends. It had been so tender, yet had made her feel so submissive at the same time. That part of Monica longed to repeat the experience. Well, not the tickling part. She hated being tickled! But the kissing and breast fondling…she really wanted to do that again.
And that desire confused Monica. She’d never had any lesbian leanings before. These thoughts made her feel ashamed, like she had done something wrong.
Divided between being humiliated and the guilt over kind of enjoying it, Monica responded the only way she knew how. She pulled away from the outside world. The blonde bombshell stopped going out on dates or to parties with her friends, and started focusing on the one thing in her life not thrown into confusion, her school work.
That was why one of Plains State University’s biggest party girls was at a mostly deserted library on a Friday night, reading a book on Roman history. She was hiding from the world, and she knew it. But sometimes, the world won’t be ignored so easily.
The tickling under her arms began softly. In fact, with her attention totally fixed her studies, Monica barely noticed the fluttering feeling. Her lips had already cracked into a grin before the sensation entered her awareness. What was that?
Jerking her head around, Monica looked for the cause. There was nobody or nothing close by that could have just touched her, and the thick blue sweater she was wearing would have shielded her vulnerable body anyways. Chalking it up to her imagination, Monica went back to studying.
Again, the tickling sensation in her armpits returned. This time, it was more intense, like a fingertip wiggling in each of her hollows. Monica had to quickly stifle an involuntary giggle, making a strange mewing noise instead, attracting a few glances in the quiet library.
This time, however, the feeling did not go away. Despite clamping her arms tightly against her sides, the invisible fingertips kept dragging themselves across her underarm skin. Monica clenched her teeth and balled her hands into little fists in an attempt to resist it. What the hell was happening? When would it stop?!
The tickling only grew worse. Now a couple of fingernails were scraping across her underarms, driving her mad. Monica’s face grew flushed, and the small grin her lips had formed earlier now blossomed into one so huge it belonged on a crazed clown. She started gripping the arm of her chair so tightly her knuckles turned white, and her foot involuntarily began stomping on the ground. Her lungs were dying to erupt with laughter, but Monica refused to give in to the need. She…would…not …laugh!
“Excuse me, ma’am, but is there a problem?” Monica heard a voice. Standing over her was Mrs. Thornton. She had become senior librarian at Plains State University just after the Truman administration. Neither her voice nor wrinkled old puss showed any concern for Monica. She was clearly annoyed at what she viewed as some new kind of horse play.
Monica looked up at the librarian, tears starting to well in her eyes. The last thing she had wanted to do was attract attention. She shook her head no, trying to look nonchalant even while her cheeks puffed out and her mouth began to quiver. Still, the librarian did not move. She just stood there, staring at the blonde troublemaker.
No matter what, Monica wasn’t going to create a scene. She would hold it together, no matter what! But the damn tickling under her arms just wouldn’t stop! She was struggling so hard to hold in her hilarity that her solid oaken chair was rocking from side to side.
“Answer me, or I’ll have you removed from this facility,” Mrs. Thornton said, in a voice which could have chilled a penguin.
Not seeing any alternative, Monica opened her mouth, only to have both underarms explode with squirming tickles at that exact moment. The blonde bombshell lost it.
“I AHAH AHAHAHAHAH OHHH NAWWOOO HAH AHAHHAHAH STAWWWPPP HAHAH AHAH NAWWTTTT A AHAH TRYYYINNGG HAHH AAHH!!!”
Monica fell off her chair and began writhing on the ground, looking like a three year old having a temper tantrum. She put both hands in her underarms, looking like that Molly Shannon character from Saturday Night Live, desperately trying to shield her sensitive skin from what could not be seen. Her feet kicked out wildly, accidentally slamming into a student trying to get past her to the magazine stacks.
The other student yelled, falling to the ground and dropping several books. One book flew across the library and knocked over a red vase. Studying of any kind was forgotten in the library now, and all eyes were on Monica.
“HA AHAH AHAHAH SSS AHA SOOORRYYYY H AHAH AHAHAAAA,” Monica bellowed as she rolled around on the floor, knocking over a chair that fell hard against a table.
“That is it!” Mrs. Thornton bellowed. “Out you go!” She grabbed Monica by the shoulders, trying to pull her off the ground.
Monica reached out for the older woman, holding her forearms. She was so overwhelmed by laughter that she was looking for help anywhere she could. Somehow, Mrs. Thornton had pulled her back up to one knee when Monica felt a poking in her ribcage, a new tickle that shot through her already worn out body. Instinctively, she pushed the elderly librarian away.
“HA AHAHAHA AHA HELLLPP HAH AHAHAH HELLLLPPPPPP MEHAHAH H MEEHEHE EHEHEH AHAHHAHAH HELLPPP MEHEHEHEHE EHE PLEASSSSEEEHEH EHEHEHEH!!!”
Mrs. Thornton fell back into the student who had been tripped earlier, sending both of them back to the ground in a new pile. A circle of students had gathered around now, watching the strange sights. They were pointing and whispering. A few of them were laughing almost as hard as Monica.
Monica felt every eye on her. She would not be humiliated again! She had to get out of here! But it was so hard. The tickling and laughing seemed to rob her of all coordination. Somehow, using the fallen chair as a crutch, she managed to get to her feet, loud peels of laughter still pouring from her red face.
She stumbled drunkenly a few steps to her left. Her only thought to get out of this library, to escape both the tickling and the crowd of onlookers. The sensations had eased now, only a few wiggles still in her underarms, and the occasional poke to her sides. Still, it was enough to blind her with tears and lower her dexterity.
“Stop her!” Mrs. Thornton was yelling, trying to untangle herself from the unfortunate other student, “She’s destroying the library!”
It was at that moment campus security showed up.
“Freeze,” One of them called out, “Stop where you are! Put your hands above your head!”
Of course, the one thing you couldn’t do while invisible fingers were tormenting your armpits was raise your hand.
“AH AHAH HAHAH CANNN’TTT STAWWWPP IT HA HAHAH AHAHAHHHAHH AH AHAH HHAH CANNN’TTT STWAAAPPPPPPPH AHAHA!!!” Monica bleated out hysterically, staggering forward.
The crowd was huge now. Monica had no idea where all the students had come from, but they were all staring at her, laughing at her! Now she was going to be arrested by campus security? Things couldn’t get any worse! Still only thinking about escape, Monica lurched forward.
The tickling, thank god, was diminishing even more, and in a few moments, she would have had the faculties to follow the guard’s directions. Sadly, her hands were still in the Mary Kathryn Gallagher position. One of the security guards, seeing her still coming towards them and realizing he couldn’t see her hands, suddenly became afraid of a hidden weapon. He reacted.
Fortunately, campus security doesn’t carry guns. Unfortunately, they had just started carrying tasers. And while nobody that has ever been hit with a taser has fond memories of it, the blackout after the massive electric shock was heaven on earth for Monica. The last heavenly moment she’d experience for a while.
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Alice and Melanie were making out on the couch when it happened to her. Melanie was on top, kissing Alice’s tender neck and roaming her hands over the outside of her blouse. Alice let out a soft moan, her hands running up and down Melanie’s nearly bare back, fighting with the bra clasp. For the first time since the stranger had appeared, Alice was in the mood and ready to make love to her partner.
Unlike Monica, Alice had no confusion about what had happened to her. She had been assaulted and tortured, and not just but a stranger, but by the woman she loved as well. Becoming intimate after that had been almost impossible.
It was so hard for Alice to forgive Melanie. Alice could still remember her girlfriend tickling her, holding her down, allowing the stranger to do such terrible, terrible things to her. How did you trust somebody again after that?
Alice knew it was illogical to stay mad at someone who had no control over or recollection of her actions. Still, the emotional wounds had been a long time healing.
And Alice wasn’t the only one suffering. Just as the stranger had said, Melanie had remembered nothing the next day. She had been confused and deeply hurt herself when she felt Alice pull away from her both emotionally and physically. Not understanding what was happening, Melanie had just done her best to be patient, believing Alice would tell her what was wrong when she was ready.
It might have helped if Alice had had someone to talk to. Confronting Melanie would have been pointless, and Alice didn’t any other close friends she could confide something like this to.
She could have gone to the police like Monica had, but Alice had always been a very shy girl. Going to the campus security to report a normal crime would have filled her with apprehension. There was no way Alice would have the courage to tell the authorities about the tickle attack. Running to the police about a crime so personal would have been more stressful than the original attack had been. In Alice’s world, it was better to push things like that into the back of your mind and forget about them.
So Alice had suffered in silence. Coming up with a series of barely believable excuses, she had avoided Melanie as much as possible, and had been distant and aloof with her when they were together.
Until tonight. Time, along with some wine, had healed her enough to give into Melanie’s passionate overtures. Making out on the couch again felt so right. Feeling Megan’s weight on top of her made Alice’s blood burn, and she squealed in genuine excitement when Melanie’s bra finally opened. At that moment, there was no more betrayal, just sexual exhilaration!
Then Alice felt it. A feather was being run across each of her soles. Unlike Monica in the library, Alice’s nerves were already stimulated, and she had no defense against the strange sensations. The giggles poured out of her immediately.
“he eheh eheh myyy eheheh ticklesh eheh ehee he eheheh stawwppp hehe eheh nawwooo hhehe tickckckllehehehheh ehe themmmmm ehe eh….”
“What, am I tickling you?” Melanie said playfully, kissing Alice’s neck again, dragging her tongue across the soft flesh, “Gitchy gitchy goo, my pretty darling.”
“Nawooo he eheh ehheh myyy heheheh heh efeetheehehttt,” Alice giggled back, feeling the tickling on her soles build up, “Plehehehehehehssee heheh stawwwpppppp!”
“What are you talking about?” Melanie pulled back a little, “I’m not touching your feet. Why, your shoes are on!”
It was true. Since the attack, Alice had taken to wearing tennis shoes laced up tightly, and almost never taking them off before bed. The romantic moment had come on them so quickly, neither woman had thought about taking them off of her.
“h eheh eheh ticckkkllesssh ehehehhheheheh itttt he eheheh tickklleessh ehehehehehe heehehh nawwwwooo morreee heheheheheh please heh ehehh pleeaaehehheesssse”
Panic started building in Alice’s chest. Melanie’s logic went unheard. All Alice knew was she was pinned underneath somebody, helpless again, and her feet were being tortured. She started fighting to get away.
Melanie was confused. What kind of bedroom game was this? Was she supposed to be dominant? Play a little S & M? That had never been her way before? Melanie pushed Alice back onto the couch, tried to kiss her again, tried to keep the romantic mood alive.
Alice had no chance to budge her lover.. Even in her anxious state, she was still a slender, frail creature, unable to move the bigger, heavier Melanie off. Alice started flailing her arms, and accidentally hit Melanie in the side of the head.
“Offf mehe eheheh eheheheh!!! GET HEHE ehe ehEHEHh EHE OFFFFF he eHEHE Eheh mehhehehehehehehehehehhe!!!!!” Alice cried out. She could feel the tickling get worse, the feather become more abrasive, each plume becoming more prickly. She had to get free!
For Melanie, her confusion was turning to anger. She had done her best to be patient with her lover’s melancholy and withdraw the last couple of weeks. Was this more of that? Some weird excuse of Alice’s not to get intimate with her? What could that mean for their relationship?
But throwing some kind of hysterical fit during their first moment of intimacy in what felt like forever was wrong! Partially out of frustration and partially out of the need to protect herself, Melanie grabbed both of Alice’s wrists, and pinned the brunettes arms to the couch cushion.
“Alice, stop it! Nobody is touching your feet! Calm down!” Melanie snapped. “I…I just want to make love to you like we used to. Please, Alice, let me make love to you!”
But Alice wasn’t listening. She kept fighting, desperately trying to rip one of her arms free and buck Melanie off. The tickling on her feet was driving her crazy! She kicked her legs as much as she could and continued screaming for Melanie to stop.
Melanie was heartbroken. She felt rejected and pushed away. Still, she did not let her lover go, afraid that in her wild, out of control state, Alice might hurt herself.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop!” Melanie yelled, “If you don’t want to touch me, I’ll let you up. We…we don’t have to do this anymore! We don’t have…have to be lovers. But calm down first. If you get hysterical, you’ll hurt yourself!” It broke Mel’s heart to even say those words.
The feathers were now warm and wet, rough and raspy, each one seemingly big enough to cover Alice’s entire sole in one stroke. They kept moving from heel to toe, up and down, again and again. Alice was being driven out of her mind.
“HEHE EHEHEHEHEHEH SHOOOEEESS HEHE EHEHEHEHEH SHOEESSS OFFFFF HEHEH EHEHH EHEHEHHEHEHEH NOOOOWWWW HEH EHEH E EHEHEHEHEEHEHHEH PLLLEEEAAASSSEEEEE!!!!!”
Alice did not calm down. She was screaming now at the top of her lungs, fighting for freedom with wild energy, howling with laughter and screaming about her feet. Still trying to control her, Melanie looked into Alice’s brown eyes and saw madness staring back at her. Could something be wrong with Alice’s feet? Melanie made a quick decision and tried to help.
She released Alice’s hands and pounced on her feet. First, she had to catch Alice’s kicking legs without taking a shoe to the chin. Then, it took valuable seconds to undo the laces. Her own panic and Alice’s hysterical cries made Melanie’s fingers stiff and uncoordinated. All the while, Alice’s high pitched laughter rang in Melanie’s ears. Eventually though, she got the shoes off, then quickly stripped away the white socks.
And there was nothing. Just a pair of small, pink feet, wiggling wildly.
The tickling didn’t end when her shoes came off, but it moved. Now Alice could feel teeth gently nibbling her little toes. They grazed underneath them while a slender tongue slid between them and even wiggled on top of them.
Alice’s laughter turned into an insane cackling, like the wicked witch in a bad cartoon. Alice quickly sat up and held each foot, one after the other, like she had just stepped on something sharp. She pushed Melanie away and dropped to the ground, her laughter never easing for a second.
For a while, Alice laughed and rolled back and forth on the ground, like the kid in the ‘Stop, Drop and Roll’ movie. It felt like all twenty toes were being tickled at once, and there was nothing Alice could do about it. No matter what it felt like, there was no real feather gliding over her soles, not tongue licking her arches, no teeth playfully biting her piggies. There was nobody she could push away, no hands to escape from, no foam she could rip her feet out of. All Alice could do was lie on the ground and wail.
Melanie tried everything. As Alice got weaker, it was possible for Melanie to take control of one of her feet again. Mel rubbed her lover’s soles, massaged them, even tenderly sucked her toes. Anything to get the phantom tickles off of Alice. Still, nothing worked.
Soon, Alice did not even have the energy to roll and laugh. She could only lie there, exhausted, not having enough air to make a sound. Only her twitching body and her insane brown eyes showed the torment she was still under.
Melanie was completely out of ideas. Convinced her partner must be having some strange seizure, she quickly called 911 and prayed.
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Most of the students took one of Dr. Mona Robbins classes because a friend told them that she was the best teacher on campus. They all said Dr. Robbins was able to take complicated information, break it down into clear, easy to understand parts, and still make her lectures somewhat enjoyable to listen to.
After the last few weeks, all of Dr. Robbins students wanted to punch that friend in the face.
Dr. Robbins had been a terror lately. She began assigning so many projects and term papers that the students were staying up late every night and working all weekend just to keep up. Then, she graded those papers so harshly, marking off for every tiny mistake, that most students didn’t even have a ‘C’ to show for their effort. Even worse, she had begun humiliating students in class. Whether they asked a question or were trying to answer one of the professors, Dr. Robbins would skewer them with her shrill wit. Seeing students leave her lecture hall in tears became a sight one was sure to see at least once or twice a period.
What the class had no way of knowing was that a fire was burning inside her, hotter than her hair. Mona was a respected, powerful woman, used to getting her way. Few people in the college had as much authority as she did. Students, secretaries, even other professors gave in to her. Everyone knew that Dr. Mona Robbins was one of the driving forces that made Plains State University what it was today.
That was why being dominated and controlled by that mysterious woman was impossible for her to accept. She started every morning seeing her own shaved privates in the shower. Even weeks later, her pubic area was still as bald as a cue ball. That made her remember how helpless and vulnerable she had been while glued to the wall and tickled. Those memories started Mona on a slow boil every day.
Unlike Alice, Dr. Robbins would have loved to go to the police. The need for revenge against her attacker overwhelmed any feelings of embarrassment she might have from the sexual nature of the assault. And she had the clout, the standing in the community, to make every police officer in the city do nothing but search for her attacker. She’d push the boys in blue, hound them and badger them until they found her. And unlike Monica, Mona had no mixed feelings about what she wanted done with the mystery woman when she was found. She’d have her grinning head on a silver platter. Of that much she was certain.
But Mona couldn’t go to the police. She’d been kidnapped in the home of her current lover. The police were sure to find out everything about her six month old affair. Then the newspapers would know. The resulting scandal would be huge in the quiet Midwestern town in which she lived. Dr. Robbins knew she’d very likely lose both her job and her husband to it. She could never let that happen.
So Mona had been forced to swallow her rage. Much of that anger got subconsciously redirected at her students.
“You are the laziest bunch of students I have ever seen,” Dr. Robbins was yelling, holding up their latest exam scores, “I think a trained monkey could have gotten a higher score than some of you!”
The outburst was unjustified. Dr. Robbins had given them a surprise quiz the other day, half of the questions about material she had not even covered in class yet. Still, nobody dared say a word. Everyone in the class was too frightened to contradict her or interrupt Mona’s rampage. They just stared down at their desks, trying not to make eye contact, and somehow survive until the bell.
“When I see such sloppy, unintelligent work like this, it just makes me want to throw up in the nearest EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!”
Right in the middle of her tirade, Mona had suddenly felt fingers running up the back of her legs, from behind her knees to her firm bottom.
The class just stared at her, confusion on their faces. They didn’t know what was happening. Some of the students turned to each other and started whispering back and forth.
“Quiet down now!” Mona barked, trying to seize control of the situation again, “If you don’t all behave yourselves I’m going to HE EHEHHE EHEHHEHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
Again, Monica burst out in laughter. This time it was like a hundred spiders crawled up the inside of each of her milky white thighs. She could feel each leg flutter over her delicate skin.
Instinctively, Dr. Robbins jumped up on a table, pressing her legs together. Both hands grabbed the long, green skirt she was wearing and wrapped it tighter around her legs. What was happening?!
Now she heard giggles from the class to match her own. The atmosphere of terror she had created shattered like a cheap glass window, and the students were starting to respond to her strange behavior with mirth.
“Now cut that out!” Mona hopped down from the table, and scanned the lecture hall. Feeling a bit humiliated, Mona did what she did best. Fight. She picked out a boy in the first row, probably a freshman from his half grown scraggly beard, and pounced on him.
“You think this is funny Mr. Olten?” She barked, “I can have you suspended you know! I can have you expelled! I can….oh no…”
The tickling started again, this time on her bottom. It was light at first, but quickly got more intense. Soon her bottom was covered with a sensation like pine needles being lightly dragged over the vulnerable skin.
Mona sank to her knees, chortling like a school girl. She covered her rear with both hands, but she could not block out the tickling sensations sweeping over that most tender flesh.
The class was now rolling with laughter. It was more than the sight of a professor holding her ass and laughing frantically. They all felt the tension that had accompanied Dr. Robbins reign of terror snap because of her strange actions, and the relief they all felt flowed out with their amusement.
“Stop…ha ahahhahah stopppp ha ahahahahhahh it ahahhaahh ordeererer hahahahahh orrrdeerrr ahahha ahahhah ahahahh youuhuuhuuuuuhuuu!!!!”
But of course, nothing Mona could say or do while screaming with hilarity could be the least bit authoritative. If anything, her mad commands seemed to only get her students more wound up. They started pointing at her and calling her names. They were making fun of her!
Mona’s face turned red, and it wasn’t just the tickling. She was more Embarrassed than she’d been since she’d been a gangly teen-age girl. And a professor didn’t have to take that kind of crap from anyone!
Mona jumped off the table and began moving in the direction of the students. She’d show them! If Dr. Robbins was anything, she was a warrior, and she’d fight this invisible foe trying to shame her tooth and nail! But as soon as her feet hit the floor, the tickling increased. Now the unseen fingers started spreading out, moving away from her bottom over her hips and toward her pubic area. The intense tickling quickly forced the professor to her knees, still howling with laughter.
In desperation, she ripped off her long skirt, looking for some thing, anything that would show her why she was being tickled. There was still nothing there. All she had done was show off her perfect legs to the class. Even through her hysterical screams, Mona could hear whistles and cat calls come from the Freshman and Sophomores in the audience.
What Mona hated worse then the tickling was the feeling of being powerless. Mona remembered that feeling from being a little girl, having no chance to defend or protect yourself. Lying there, unable to stop what was being done to her body made Dr. Robbins feel like she was eight years old again. Oh god, not again!
Then, suddenly the tickling stopped, and Mona was aware of a new touch on her body. This one was inside her panties. It felt like a finger on her clitoris. It was a soft but firm touch, stroking her love button in circular pattern that had always gotten her off quickly in the past.
Now terror flooded into Mona’s heart. Being tickled senseless in front of her students had been bad, but this would be a disaster! She wouldn’t let them see her like this! She couldn’t. Anger at being helpless turned into icy fear.
Mona tried to resist the pleasure with her mind, tried to block the sensation, but it was no use. That soft touch wouldn’t go away. Already, Mona felt her hips start to thrust, and a vibration build up in her throat. Then a mad desire to stick her own hand down her pants and touch herself. It…it became so hard to think….The pleasure was building, building like a tidal wave. She had to….had to…
“They can’t see me like this!” That one thought burned into Mona’s brain. All those eighteen and nineteen year old boys and girls could not witness her cum like some cat in heat! The fight finally beaten out of her, Mona knew she’d have to flee. At least then Mona could have her body ravaged in private. Turning away from the class, Mona staggered to her feet and started moving for the back door of the hall that led to a seldom used office.
Somehow, Mona put one foot in front of the other. The pleasure was even stronger now, radiating out from her clitoris, making her face flush and her breath grow huskier. That office, a small twenty feet away, seemed like miles with her nerve ending sending much glorious feelings to her brain. Still, Mona stumbled in that direction, determined to hide her shame.
Then the tickling returned, worse than ever before. Now it was like soapy fingernails, sliding over her exposed pubic area. The red curls had been removed, and the bare skin that had been covered since puberty was unused to being touched. The tickling there was nothing Mona had a defense against.
“HE EHEHEH EHEHEEHEH QUIIITTT HEHEH EHEHEHHEH QUIITTTT ITTT HEH EHE EHEHE EHEHEE EHEHEHEHEH STAAAWWWWWPPPP HEHE EHEHEHEH PLEEEEEAAASSEEHE EHEHEH EHEHEHEHEHEH !!!!!!!!”
Mona’s legs turned to jelly, and she collapsed back to the floor, pounding her fists in what looked like a hysterical temper tantrum.
The students weren’t laughing at Professor Robbins anymore, but not one of them had moved. Male and female alike, they were entranced by this bizarre scene. Their professor’s sufferings were highly erotic and none of the students were so experienced sexually that they could tear themselves away from it.
As soon as Mona hit the floor, the tickles stopped, and the pleasure began again. The sensual stroking of her clitoris and labia quickly brought her to the very edge, stimulating her nerves like never before.
Out of desperation, she tried crawling to the door, dragging herself inch by inch with her arms. As soon as she got a few feet, however, the tickling rapidly returned, invisible fingers going from pleasuring to tormenting her womanhood. Her moans and groans were than replaced by screeches of high pitched hilarity. They would soon overwhelm her, forcing Mona to curl up into a ball.
Then the sensual caresses started yet again.
Caught in a trap she could not escape, Mona finally just curled up in a ball. She couldn’t care anymore about being helpless, or who was watching. Mona began grunting like a fornicating animal, until she exploded in an orgasm. And not one Freshman or Sophomore left until she did. Some even applauded.
All three women would have to wait until tomorrow to find out what had just happened to them.
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