Bare-Belly
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I posted this anonymously on another site, but it belongs here. Enjoy!
Kiskia got off the bus wearing all the clothes she had. The idiots at the airline had sent her bags to the wrong college, and now she could barely do more than get her classes together. What she would do about living on campus for the next two months, she had no idea. Her first time out of Asia was definitely not what she expected. After dark, Kiskia was still looking for a place to stay, carrying only her purse, with her student ID inside it. There was no one she could even speak to about her problem, no one she'd ever met before. Soon that would be the least of her worries.
As she walked into a small park at the far end of campus, Kiskia was suddenly grabbed by two masked men. She tried to scream, but only got a hand stuck in her mouth. She tried to hit either of them with her purse. They were prepared for that, and it was soon out of her hands, with its strap being tied around her wrists. Her shoes were torn off her feet, but the laces were used to bind her ankles together. Another mask was pulled over her head to keep her from seeing, then she felt herself being lifted and taken away.
When the mask was lifted, Kiskia looked about at over two dozen boys looking at her and snickering. She was in one of the frat houses, and this had to be one of the pranks. The most well-dressed one, some kind of leader, looked her in the eyes and said, "Now, girl. You'll want to spare yourself all the torture this evening can bring, so tell us where the sorority took our mascot."
Kiskia panicked. She wasn't in any sorority, but they wouldn't buy that. What would they do to her?
"I'm not a sorority girl. I've never seen your mascot. Please release me."
The leader scoffed. "You think we're stupid? I'm asking again. Where is it?" Kiskia shook her head.
"I arrived here this afternoon. I haven't had time to join any sorority. I don't even have my bags yet. I'm not lying!"
The leader only nodded. "We won't hurt you, but before the evening's over, you'll suffer for holding back on us."
He nodded to her abductors, who lifted her again and took her to a table in another room. Dozens of hands held her down while they untied her hands and feet, only to place them in what looked like metal holders. A drill was brought in and Kiskia struggled to no avail as they pulled her arms and legs as far out as possible. Then, when she was fully spread, the holders were screwed tightly into the table. The poor girl couldn't move at all now. Then the leader came in, again demanding an answer. She made a futile whimper for mercy, but he only sneered and pulled out a pair of shears.
Her socks were already in the park trash with her shoes, and now the leader was neatly slicing away her jeans! Kiskia screamed and thrashed her head back and forth until they were gone and he proceeded to cut off her shirt. When she was lying on the table in only her underwear, the sight made him halt. She was voluptuous by Asian standards. It would be a treat to get on with the plan, but he decided to ask again.
"You still have nothing to tell us? You're almost out of chances."
Kiskia's eyes were almost tearing as she begged, "I'm not hiding anything. I'm not in a sorority. Please!"
The leader shook his head and the shears went back to their task.
Kiskia could barely breathe when the blades slid under the waistband of her panties, and she felt the cool air coming over her pubic area as it was laid bare. Then the blade found its way between the cups of her bra, and her pulse went mad in fear. Another few cuts and the bra was in tatters like her panties, and they were torn away. Kiskia was now helplessly bound to the table, completely naked.
The throng of frat boys looked eagerly at her attractive body. They weren't sure if they'd ever get to touch it.
"Last chance!" barked the leader. "Where is our mascot?" Kiskia could only cry that she wasn't who they wanted. "Then you leave us no choice." he replied. "We now will enjoy making you suffer. But of course, you brought this agony on yourself."
A large group of the boys surrounded Kiskia. She whimpered and begged them not to do it to her, whatever it was. To no avail. Each pulled a huge, fluffy feather from behind his back. Here eyes popped, but they didn't hesitate. The feathers fell, and every place on her naked body, Kiskia was mercilessly tickled!
Her cries of anguish gave way to giggles as the feathers were snaking their way up her thighs and down her arms. She desperately wanted to kick, writhe, move away from the torment somehow, but the holders kept her firmly in her place of suffering. After about ten minutes, the feathers were pulled away and each one took a turn tickling a specific part of her body.
Her feet came first. Kiskia whimpered as they went all over her tender soles, making her insane from not being able to kick, and eliciting torrents of giggles. They went to her arms. Each stroke of the feather brought more agony to her from being trapped, forced to feel the tortuous skitters in her pits. They then went to her sides, making her body heave and shriek in giddiness. Kiskia began to cry, unable to move, to get any kind of relief from the horrible feathers. Her breasts were now being victimized. The feathers slid over them, underneath to her sensitive ribs, and insidiously between them, and her awful hysteria was heightened to mania as they eagerly brought new agony to her nipples. A minute break, and she had enough breath to weep in desperation for it to end. But she was ignored. Before even being brushed, a horrified Kiskia could tell where on her bare body they would go next. She'd never be able to tolerate it!
The smirking frat boy looked in her eyed, ignored her plea, and sent his feather wildly dancing on her belly! Kiskia could only howl. The frat boy leaned forward, grabbing the tip of his feather and forcing it down into Kiskia's defenseless little bellybutton, And Kiskia shook the room with her cries. Not even she knew how sensitive she was down there. But it still did not end. Another boy stepped up, looked over her privates, and grinned as he showed her his feather. Kiskia gave a hoarse shriek as the feather slipped into her sex, driving her insane with tickles! She desperately struggled to close her thighs, but the holders kept her fully spread and helpless. Feeling her most tender organs tormented was sending awful ticklish sensations bulleting through her entire body, and her giggling was becoming more and more of a scream again. The feather pulled out to molest her inner thighs and outer privates, making Kiskia wildly buck in her restraints. She was so forced into mania that she couldn't even plead anymore, only giggle and whimper. The feather halted torturing her sex, but only briefly.
Kiskia strained to get air in, nearing exhaustion from her ordeal. More frat boys were now surrounding her, ogling her naked body, which had turned from pale yellow to a burning pink, and each breath made her breasts and belly heave in slow agony. She shuddered all over, her head moving side to side to beg for no more to no avail. Each boy pulled out TWO feathers, and barely hesitated before dropping and wiggling about every part of her body!
Kiskia howled one last "NO!" before detaching into ticklish madness again. The giggles were draining nearly all her strength, as bucking and shaking took away the rest. She could feel herself suffering from all over, her arms, pits, neck, legs, feet, breasts, belly, sex, all seeming to scream for help at once and burning in ticklish agony! And now all she could do was weep.
"WAIT! LEAVE HER ALONE!" Someone shouted. A pledge came in with Kiskia's purse and showed her ID. "She wasn't lying. She is new here and is not in any sorority." All tickling halted, and the leader shoved his way to their victim, but it was too late. Kiskia took in one more needed breath, looked into his face, and went out cold, limp and nude on the table.
Kiskia got off the bus wearing all the clothes she had. The idiots at the airline had sent her bags to the wrong college, and now she could barely do more than get her classes together. What she would do about living on campus for the next two months, she had no idea. Her first time out of Asia was definitely not what she expected. After dark, Kiskia was still looking for a place to stay, carrying only her purse, with her student ID inside it. There was no one she could even speak to about her problem, no one she'd ever met before. Soon that would be the least of her worries.
As she walked into a small park at the far end of campus, Kiskia was suddenly grabbed by two masked men. She tried to scream, but only got a hand stuck in her mouth. She tried to hit either of them with her purse. They were prepared for that, and it was soon out of her hands, with its strap being tied around her wrists. Her shoes were torn off her feet, but the laces were used to bind her ankles together. Another mask was pulled over her head to keep her from seeing, then she felt herself being lifted and taken away.
When the mask was lifted, Kiskia looked about at over two dozen boys looking at her and snickering. She was in one of the frat houses, and this had to be one of the pranks. The most well-dressed one, some kind of leader, looked her in the eyes and said, "Now, girl. You'll want to spare yourself all the torture this evening can bring, so tell us where the sorority took our mascot."
Kiskia panicked. She wasn't in any sorority, but they wouldn't buy that. What would they do to her?
"I'm not a sorority girl. I've never seen your mascot. Please release me."
The leader scoffed. "You think we're stupid? I'm asking again. Where is it?" Kiskia shook her head.
"I arrived here this afternoon. I haven't had time to join any sorority. I don't even have my bags yet. I'm not lying!"
The leader only nodded. "We won't hurt you, but before the evening's over, you'll suffer for holding back on us."
He nodded to her abductors, who lifted her again and took her to a table in another room. Dozens of hands held her down while they untied her hands and feet, only to place them in what looked like metal holders. A drill was brought in and Kiskia struggled to no avail as they pulled her arms and legs as far out as possible. Then, when she was fully spread, the holders were screwed tightly into the table. The poor girl couldn't move at all now. Then the leader came in, again demanding an answer. She made a futile whimper for mercy, but he only sneered and pulled out a pair of shears.
Her socks were already in the park trash with her shoes, and now the leader was neatly slicing away her jeans! Kiskia screamed and thrashed her head back and forth until they were gone and he proceeded to cut off her shirt. When she was lying on the table in only her underwear, the sight made him halt. She was voluptuous by Asian standards. It would be a treat to get on with the plan, but he decided to ask again.
"You still have nothing to tell us? You're almost out of chances."
Kiskia's eyes were almost tearing as she begged, "I'm not hiding anything. I'm not in a sorority. Please!"
The leader shook his head and the shears went back to their task.
Kiskia could barely breathe when the blades slid under the waistband of her panties, and she felt the cool air coming over her pubic area as it was laid bare. Then the blade found its way between the cups of her bra, and her pulse went mad in fear. Another few cuts and the bra was in tatters like her panties, and they were torn away. Kiskia was now helplessly bound to the table, completely naked.
The throng of frat boys looked eagerly at her attractive body. They weren't sure if they'd ever get to touch it.
"Last chance!" barked the leader. "Where is our mascot?" Kiskia could only cry that she wasn't who they wanted. "Then you leave us no choice." he replied. "We now will enjoy making you suffer. But of course, you brought this agony on yourself."
A large group of the boys surrounded Kiskia. She whimpered and begged them not to do it to her, whatever it was. To no avail. Each pulled a huge, fluffy feather from behind his back. Here eyes popped, but they didn't hesitate. The feathers fell, and every place on her naked body, Kiskia was mercilessly tickled!
Her cries of anguish gave way to giggles as the feathers were snaking their way up her thighs and down her arms. She desperately wanted to kick, writhe, move away from the torment somehow, but the holders kept her firmly in her place of suffering. After about ten minutes, the feathers were pulled away and each one took a turn tickling a specific part of her body.
Her feet came first. Kiskia whimpered as they went all over her tender soles, making her insane from not being able to kick, and eliciting torrents of giggles. They went to her arms. Each stroke of the feather brought more agony to her from being trapped, forced to feel the tortuous skitters in her pits. They then went to her sides, making her body heave and shriek in giddiness. Kiskia began to cry, unable to move, to get any kind of relief from the horrible feathers. Her breasts were now being victimized. The feathers slid over them, underneath to her sensitive ribs, and insidiously between them, and her awful hysteria was heightened to mania as they eagerly brought new agony to her nipples. A minute break, and she had enough breath to weep in desperation for it to end. But she was ignored. Before even being brushed, a horrified Kiskia could tell where on her bare body they would go next. She'd never be able to tolerate it!
The smirking frat boy looked in her eyed, ignored her plea, and sent his feather wildly dancing on her belly! Kiskia could only howl. The frat boy leaned forward, grabbing the tip of his feather and forcing it down into Kiskia's defenseless little bellybutton, And Kiskia shook the room with her cries. Not even she knew how sensitive she was down there. But it still did not end. Another boy stepped up, looked over her privates, and grinned as he showed her his feather. Kiskia gave a hoarse shriek as the feather slipped into her sex, driving her insane with tickles! She desperately struggled to close her thighs, but the holders kept her fully spread and helpless. Feeling her most tender organs tormented was sending awful ticklish sensations bulleting through her entire body, and her giggling was becoming more and more of a scream again. The feather pulled out to molest her inner thighs and outer privates, making Kiskia wildly buck in her restraints. She was so forced into mania that she couldn't even plead anymore, only giggle and whimper. The feather halted torturing her sex, but only briefly.
Kiskia strained to get air in, nearing exhaustion from her ordeal. More frat boys were now surrounding her, ogling her naked body, which had turned from pale yellow to a burning pink, and each breath made her breasts and belly heave in slow agony. She shuddered all over, her head moving side to side to beg for no more to no avail. Each boy pulled out TWO feathers, and barely hesitated before dropping and wiggling about every part of her body!
Kiskia howled one last "NO!" before detaching into ticklish madness again. The giggles were draining nearly all her strength, as bucking and shaking took away the rest. She could feel herself suffering from all over, her arms, pits, neck, legs, feet, breasts, belly, sex, all seeming to scream for help at once and burning in ticklish agony! And now all she could do was weep.
"WAIT! LEAVE HER ALONE!" Someone shouted. A pledge came in with Kiskia's purse and showed her ID. "She wasn't lying. She is new here and is not in any sorority." All tickling halted, and the leader shoved his way to their victim, but it was too late. Kiskia took in one more needed breath, looked into his face, and went out cold, limp and nude on the table.
