Owain Tudur
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Despite her feminine name, Tiffany was always a Tomboy at heart. The strawberry blonde loved playing sports and running in the woods near her home as a young girl, but by the time she went to college, the senior at Glencoe College was devoted to her scholastic duties and dating more than a few boys. But while the blonde did knew how to dress to attract the male sex or to fit in socials, she preferred to dress in jeans, a tee shirt or sweatshirt and sneakers. And she still enjoyed playing pranks against her friends but as a freshman she became famous in her inner circle by the various pranks she pulled against the sororities north of campus.
It was a dark Wednesday night and Tiffany, who just broke up with a boy she had really liked, decided to forget her troubles and play one more trick on her old nemeses, the snooty sorority bitches, particularly the sorority that really drew Tiffany’s ire, Sigma Gamma Upsilon; the boy who broke up with her, Greg, seemed to be really attracted to a member of that organization, a particularly obnoxious pretty brunette by the name of Heather.
Wearing dark clothes, the lithe little blonde slowly made her way to the back entrance of the sorority; she had been able to sneak through a little window in the basement as a freshman when, using super glue, the devious blonde glued shut cabinets, bathroom door locks, windows and a variety of other items in the dark of the night. This night would prove to be her best prank, she thought to herself. Those dumb bitches won’t be happy when she ruined their plumbing; the blonde carried a bunch of pool balls she had stolen from a dorm in her backpack. She was going to sneak in, make her way to the main communal bathroom and while the bitches slept, she would flush the balls down several toilets and make a quick getaway. Well, anyway, that was her plan.
It was near Three O’clock in the morning by the time Tiffany got to the sorority. The lights were out and it was quiet. Perfect.
Tiffany made her way to the small window near the back entrance. She took off her backpack and took out a wire; using a technique she learned from her locksmith father, the blonde cutie quietly opened the latch to the small window and slowly opened the window. Tiffany then picked up her backpack with the pool balls and carefully placed it into the dark room’s floor. Then with practiced ease, the criminal-minded coed snaked her way through the small opening headfirst, a technique she used when she broke into Sigma Gamma Upsilon a few years earlier.
Much to her surprise and horror, the slim blonde didn’t slide onto the floor, but slid headfirst through a narrow hole in the floor, sliding at an angle through the basement ceiling, so far that only her legs from the calves up remained in the room, the rest of her fitting snugly, almost perpendicular, through the basement's ceiling support system, her head and shoulders popping out and sticking through a hole that she had just created, the tiles resting on the floor below. The structure that supported the ceiling tiles held her fast. What Tiffany didn’t know was the floor near the window had been severely damaged when a drunk frat boy at a party somehow drunkenly dropped/threw (?) a bowling ball during a party the weekend before. The fraternity involved was paying for workmen to replace that section of the floor, which was still under work.
Fortunately for Tiffany, the hole was big enough to prevent any harm to her, plus, the ceiling system prevented her from falling to the floor below, but unfortunately for her she was trapped. And her entrance was loud as lights turned on and Sigma Gamma Upsilon girls ran out of their rooms to find the trapped, helpless blonde, her elfin face peering out the basement ceiling, her helpless feet sticking out of the floor above.
As the basement crowded with Sigma Gammas staring up at the desperate Tiffany, a crowd gathered upstairs around the trapped senior’s Converse All-Stars clad feet.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Tiffany,” the insufferable pajama clad Heather said to the group of girls in the basement below. Tiffany could only grimace, humiliated and knowing she was in trouble.
“Girls, what do you think? Should we call the authorities or administer our own brand of justice?”
“Let’s teach her a lesson,” said a redhead, someone Tiffany recognized as Jill from an English class during the entrapped blonde's sophomore year.
“It’s tickle torture time,” a joyous Heather shouted as she departed from the basement and made her way to the trapped little blonde’s feet. Tiffany’s feet wiggled ineffectually since she was tightly crammed in a place she couldn’t escape from.
“Please, no,” Tiffany whimpered, regretting her decision to mess with the ladies of Sigma Gamma Upsilon.
The girls who remained in the basement just laughed and taunted as tears formed in Tiffany’s big blue eyes.
Up above, Heather and the sorority president, Missy, sat on their haunches at the blonde’s trapped Converse clad feet, while the rest of the sorority girls crowded around, delighted at the predicament of the cute burglar.
“My, my I wonder what‘s under these Converses,” Missy rhetorically asked as she untied Tiffany’s left shoe and slowly loosened the laces. Tiffany shut her teary eyes and futilely clenched the hidden toes of her left foot. It made no difference as the dark haired Missy grabbed the shoe’s heel and slowly pulled off the sneaker from Tiffany’s rainbow colored cotton socked foot. The size six foot made its appearance, the hidden toes still clenched inside their colorful covering.
With practiced ease, the devious Missy slid her long fingernails along the sole of Tiffany’s foot which sent ticklish tremors down the trapped blonde’s foot. Missy continued to scratch at Tiffany’s sock covered sole, sending shivers of ticklish delight into the little blonde, who was now trying desperately trying to hold in her laughter. Her sock covered toes began to wriggle, much to the delight of the sorority girls, all of whom, with the exception of couple of senior members who stayed in the basement, were upstairs watching Tiffany’s foot being tickled.
While Heather deviously removed Tiffany’s right sneaker, Missy began to use both of her hands, the nails alternating between the heel, the arch, the ball and under the toes. Heather removed the other shoe and as Tiffany desperately tried to hold the ticklish feelings in, the brunette began to tickle the right foot. Meanwhile, Missy grabbed and held back the struggling blonde’s left toes and scratching the taunt sole; Tiffany began to audibly giggle and shiver. Heather was scratching along the sole and heel of the right foot and the dam broke, the ticklish sensations were too much. Tiffany started to laugh. Laugh hard.
“Please....Ha ha ha ha ha...nooo....ha ha ha ha....s-s-stopppp.....puh...ha ha ...p-please...”
Tiffany was in ticklish agony, her poor feet were ticklish and they were getting a workout.
“Stop?” Missy mockingly asked the laughing blonde, “While we’re having so much fun?”
Tears were poring out of Tiffany’s eyes as she laughed harder than ever; this was surely torture but it would get worse for the cute little blonde. Heather noticed a hole in the heel of Tiffany’s right foot, the pink soft skin inviting. Heather stuck an index finger in the hole and began to pull at it.
“Look, ladies, our little criminal has a hole in her sock,” Heather smirked. “That won’t do,” she said to the hooting crowd and with no adieu Heather ripped open the hole revealing a pink soft heel and the slightly wrinkled and pale sole, the toes still hidden within the ruined sock. With even more animation Heather began to attack the naked sole and heel, causing more and more ticklish agony for Tiffany, who roared with laughter.
Inviting a few other sorority girls, several of them were now tickling Tiffany’s feet, while Missy slowly pulled off the right sock, tickling the naked pink skin that appeared. Missy finally stopped pulling off the sock when it piled around Tiffany’s hidden toes. The ticklish torture continued for Tiffany, while more and more sorority girls joined in the fun, while the others hooted and hollered at their new found tickle toy.
Missy continued to tickle Tiffany’s right foot, concentrating on the naked pale ball, while Heather and her several assistants attacked the left. Tiffany was now in silent laughter mode and Missy knew it was probably time to take it slow.
“Girls, girls,” the dark haired President addressed the assembled Sigma Gammas, “Let’s give our blonde tickle toy a break.”
With that, the tickling ended. Tiffany sobbed and shuddered from the tickling she had just undergone, the cool air licking at the naked skin of her feet, her toes still warm and hidden inside the socks. After composing herself as well as she could, she was able to muster out a pathetic plea for clemency.
“I’m (sob) sorry. Please...help me out...let me go...”
“Let you go? Not yet, not by a long shot,” Missy shot back through the ceiling, while the rest of the sorority laughed and mocked at the desperate coed, who pathetically whimpered at her predicament.
More than several of the girls, including Heather and Missy, were beginning to feel sexually excited at what they had done to Tiffany. And Tiffany, despite her agony and humiliation, had felt some sexual tremors, which had driven her to a strange mixture of shame and excitement. Heather (and a few of the other girls) had a thing for women’s feet and found the soft, pink skin of Tiffany’s feet to be quite pretty. She had never seen Tiffany’s toes and wondered what they looked like.
"Shall we take a look at the little criminal's tootsies?" asked Heather to the sorority members.
Missy answered her question in an instant: impulsively she grabbed the toe of Tiffany’s rainbow colored left sock’s toe and suddenly pulled off the sock, revealing five chubby toes which, at first, splayed apart as if in surprised by their sudden appearance, before they clenched tightly.
Missy nodded at Heather who immediately ripped open the rest of Tiffany’s right sock, revealing five more chubby cute toes, which seemed to shiver in fear at what awaited them. Heather liked what she saw: the blonde’s ten piggies were medium sized, descending in order from the big toes with their upturned ends to the cute little baby toes. The unpolished nails were trimmed short, with pink skin showing at the top of the straight cut nails. Tiffany’s toes wriggled slowly, awaiting the torture she knew was coming.
“I love your toes,” Heather said huskily, “You shouldn’t hide them, sweetie. But, now we’re going to play with them!”
“She does have cute toes,” Missy giggled as more and more girls began to tickle the trapped blonde's bare feet with reckless abandonment. As Tiffany struggled and laughed, her piggies wriggled as several girls tickled in between the toes, the balls and heels of her nude feet. Suddenly, Tiffany felt something odd. Her toes were being licked!
While several girls continued to tickle her feet, Heather, Missy and two other girls began to suck and nibble on Tiffany’s helpless toes. Heather popped in one of Tiffany’s delightfully upturned big toe into her mouth and began to suck it like a lollipop. Heather then popped in several more toes and began to twirl her tongue around the delightful digits.
Missy was busy licking between the five toes of Tiffany’s left foot while a few other girls were sucking and nibbling the other toes. Another girl's lips met Heather's at one of the big toes. The two sorority girls kissed while sucking and licking the helpless big toe.
A few girls were tickling at Tiffany’s soles, heels, ankles and the tops of the foot. Tiffany cruelly felt a mixture of ticklish agony and sexual excitation from all the tickling and loving attention her cute toes were getting. If this continued, Tiffany didn’t know if she’d pass out and/or wet herself. She also was feeling a built up of sexual energy that needed to be taken care of.
Missy was busy scratching Tiffany's right sole while lovingly kissing and sucking the big toe. Missy's tongue slurped along the bottom and twirled around the top of the toe and sucking it hard for a moment, the sorority president kissed the end a couple of times while the blonde helplessly laughed and moaned.
Suddenly, the tickling and kissing of Tiffany's bare feet suddenly ended. With great effort, the girls grabbed the blonde’s ankles and lower legs and slowly pulled her out of her trap. Tiffany, a trembling, sobbing mass of feminine humanity could barely move as she rested on the floor near the hole. She was covered with sweat and tears, completely humiliated yet turned on by what had transpired. But it wasn’t over.
“Get our tickle toy down to her bra and panties and we’ll continue our punishment,” Missy bellowed as the girls whooped and made quick work as Tiffany soon found herself in her bra and small panties.
“You’re in trouble now, sweetie,” Heather softly said into the desperate blonde’s left ear.
End of Part 1.
It was a dark Wednesday night and Tiffany, who just broke up with a boy she had really liked, decided to forget her troubles and play one more trick on her old nemeses, the snooty sorority bitches, particularly the sorority that really drew Tiffany’s ire, Sigma Gamma Upsilon; the boy who broke up with her, Greg, seemed to be really attracted to a member of that organization, a particularly obnoxious pretty brunette by the name of Heather.
Wearing dark clothes, the lithe little blonde slowly made her way to the back entrance of the sorority; she had been able to sneak through a little window in the basement as a freshman when, using super glue, the devious blonde glued shut cabinets, bathroom door locks, windows and a variety of other items in the dark of the night. This night would prove to be her best prank, she thought to herself. Those dumb bitches won’t be happy when she ruined their plumbing; the blonde carried a bunch of pool balls she had stolen from a dorm in her backpack. She was going to sneak in, make her way to the main communal bathroom and while the bitches slept, she would flush the balls down several toilets and make a quick getaway. Well, anyway, that was her plan.
It was near Three O’clock in the morning by the time Tiffany got to the sorority. The lights were out and it was quiet. Perfect.
Tiffany made her way to the small window near the back entrance. She took off her backpack and took out a wire; using a technique she learned from her locksmith father, the blonde cutie quietly opened the latch to the small window and slowly opened the window. Tiffany then picked up her backpack with the pool balls and carefully placed it into the dark room’s floor. Then with practiced ease, the criminal-minded coed snaked her way through the small opening headfirst, a technique she used when she broke into Sigma Gamma Upsilon a few years earlier.
Much to her surprise and horror, the slim blonde didn’t slide onto the floor, but slid headfirst through a narrow hole in the floor, sliding at an angle through the basement ceiling, so far that only her legs from the calves up remained in the room, the rest of her fitting snugly, almost perpendicular, through the basement's ceiling support system, her head and shoulders popping out and sticking through a hole that she had just created, the tiles resting on the floor below. The structure that supported the ceiling tiles held her fast. What Tiffany didn’t know was the floor near the window had been severely damaged when a drunk frat boy at a party somehow drunkenly dropped/threw (?) a bowling ball during a party the weekend before. The fraternity involved was paying for workmen to replace that section of the floor, which was still under work.
Fortunately for Tiffany, the hole was big enough to prevent any harm to her, plus, the ceiling system prevented her from falling to the floor below, but unfortunately for her she was trapped. And her entrance was loud as lights turned on and Sigma Gamma Upsilon girls ran out of their rooms to find the trapped, helpless blonde, her elfin face peering out the basement ceiling, her helpless feet sticking out of the floor above.
As the basement crowded with Sigma Gammas staring up at the desperate Tiffany, a crowd gathered upstairs around the trapped senior’s Converse All-Stars clad feet.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Tiffany,” the insufferable pajama clad Heather said to the group of girls in the basement below. Tiffany could only grimace, humiliated and knowing she was in trouble.
“Girls, what do you think? Should we call the authorities or administer our own brand of justice?”
“Let’s teach her a lesson,” said a redhead, someone Tiffany recognized as Jill from an English class during the entrapped blonde's sophomore year.
“It’s tickle torture time,” a joyous Heather shouted as she departed from the basement and made her way to the trapped little blonde’s feet. Tiffany’s feet wiggled ineffectually since she was tightly crammed in a place she couldn’t escape from.
“Please, no,” Tiffany whimpered, regretting her decision to mess with the ladies of Sigma Gamma Upsilon.
The girls who remained in the basement just laughed and taunted as tears formed in Tiffany’s big blue eyes.
Up above, Heather and the sorority president, Missy, sat on their haunches at the blonde’s trapped Converse clad feet, while the rest of the sorority girls crowded around, delighted at the predicament of the cute burglar.
“My, my I wonder what‘s under these Converses,” Missy rhetorically asked as she untied Tiffany’s left shoe and slowly loosened the laces. Tiffany shut her teary eyes and futilely clenched the hidden toes of her left foot. It made no difference as the dark haired Missy grabbed the shoe’s heel and slowly pulled off the sneaker from Tiffany’s rainbow colored cotton socked foot. The size six foot made its appearance, the hidden toes still clenched inside their colorful covering.
With practiced ease, the devious Missy slid her long fingernails along the sole of Tiffany’s foot which sent ticklish tremors down the trapped blonde’s foot. Missy continued to scratch at Tiffany’s sock covered sole, sending shivers of ticklish delight into the little blonde, who was now trying desperately trying to hold in her laughter. Her sock covered toes began to wriggle, much to the delight of the sorority girls, all of whom, with the exception of couple of senior members who stayed in the basement, were upstairs watching Tiffany’s foot being tickled.
While Heather deviously removed Tiffany’s right sneaker, Missy began to use both of her hands, the nails alternating between the heel, the arch, the ball and under the toes. Heather removed the other shoe and as Tiffany desperately tried to hold the ticklish feelings in, the brunette began to tickle the right foot. Meanwhile, Missy grabbed and held back the struggling blonde’s left toes and scratching the taunt sole; Tiffany began to audibly giggle and shiver. Heather was scratching along the sole and heel of the right foot and the dam broke, the ticklish sensations were too much. Tiffany started to laugh. Laugh hard.
“Please....Ha ha ha ha ha...nooo....ha ha ha ha....s-s-stopppp.....puh...ha ha ...p-please...”
Tiffany was in ticklish agony, her poor feet were ticklish and they were getting a workout.
“Stop?” Missy mockingly asked the laughing blonde, “While we’re having so much fun?”
Tears were poring out of Tiffany’s eyes as she laughed harder than ever; this was surely torture but it would get worse for the cute little blonde. Heather noticed a hole in the heel of Tiffany’s right foot, the pink soft skin inviting. Heather stuck an index finger in the hole and began to pull at it.
“Look, ladies, our little criminal has a hole in her sock,” Heather smirked. “That won’t do,” she said to the hooting crowd and with no adieu Heather ripped open the hole revealing a pink soft heel and the slightly wrinkled and pale sole, the toes still hidden within the ruined sock. With even more animation Heather began to attack the naked sole and heel, causing more and more ticklish agony for Tiffany, who roared with laughter.
Inviting a few other sorority girls, several of them were now tickling Tiffany’s feet, while Missy slowly pulled off the right sock, tickling the naked pink skin that appeared. Missy finally stopped pulling off the sock when it piled around Tiffany’s hidden toes. The ticklish torture continued for Tiffany, while more and more sorority girls joined in the fun, while the others hooted and hollered at their new found tickle toy.
Missy continued to tickle Tiffany’s right foot, concentrating on the naked pale ball, while Heather and her several assistants attacked the left. Tiffany was now in silent laughter mode and Missy knew it was probably time to take it slow.
“Girls, girls,” the dark haired President addressed the assembled Sigma Gammas, “Let’s give our blonde tickle toy a break.”
With that, the tickling ended. Tiffany sobbed and shuddered from the tickling she had just undergone, the cool air licking at the naked skin of her feet, her toes still warm and hidden inside the socks. After composing herself as well as she could, she was able to muster out a pathetic plea for clemency.
“I’m (sob) sorry. Please...help me out...let me go...”
“Let you go? Not yet, not by a long shot,” Missy shot back through the ceiling, while the rest of the sorority laughed and mocked at the desperate coed, who pathetically whimpered at her predicament.
More than several of the girls, including Heather and Missy, were beginning to feel sexually excited at what they had done to Tiffany. And Tiffany, despite her agony and humiliation, had felt some sexual tremors, which had driven her to a strange mixture of shame and excitement. Heather (and a few of the other girls) had a thing for women’s feet and found the soft, pink skin of Tiffany’s feet to be quite pretty. She had never seen Tiffany’s toes and wondered what they looked like.
"Shall we take a look at the little criminal's tootsies?" asked Heather to the sorority members.
Missy answered her question in an instant: impulsively she grabbed the toe of Tiffany’s rainbow colored left sock’s toe and suddenly pulled off the sock, revealing five chubby toes which, at first, splayed apart as if in surprised by their sudden appearance, before they clenched tightly.
Missy nodded at Heather who immediately ripped open the rest of Tiffany’s right sock, revealing five more chubby cute toes, which seemed to shiver in fear at what awaited them. Heather liked what she saw: the blonde’s ten piggies were medium sized, descending in order from the big toes with their upturned ends to the cute little baby toes. The unpolished nails were trimmed short, with pink skin showing at the top of the straight cut nails. Tiffany’s toes wriggled slowly, awaiting the torture she knew was coming.
“I love your toes,” Heather said huskily, “You shouldn’t hide them, sweetie. But, now we’re going to play with them!”
“She does have cute toes,” Missy giggled as more and more girls began to tickle the trapped blonde's bare feet with reckless abandonment. As Tiffany struggled and laughed, her piggies wriggled as several girls tickled in between the toes, the balls and heels of her nude feet. Suddenly, Tiffany felt something odd. Her toes were being licked!
While several girls continued to tickle her feet, Heather, Missy and two other girls began to suck and nibble on Tiffany’s helpless toes. Heather popped in one of Tiffany’s delightfully upturned big toe into her mouth and began to suck it like a lollipop. Heather then popped in several more toes and began to twirl her tongue around the delightful digits.
Missy was busy licking between the five toes of Tiffany’s left foot while a few other girls were sucking and nibbling the other toes. Another girl's lips met Heather's at one of the big toes. The two sorority girls kissed while sucking and licking the helpless big toe.
A few girls were tickling at Tiffany’s soles, heels, ankles and the tops of the foot. Tiffany cruelly felt a mixture of ticklish agony and sexual excitation from all the tickling and loving attention her cute toes were getting. If this continued, Tiffany didn’t know if she’d pass out and/or wet herself. She also was feeling a built up of sexual energy that needed to be taken care of.
Missy was busy scratching Tiffany's right sole while lovingly kissing and sucking the big toe. Missy's tongue slurped along the bottom and twirled around the top of the toe and sucking it hard for a moment, the sorority president kissed the end a couple of times while the blonde helplessly laughed and moaned.
Suddenly, the tickling and kissing of Tiffany's bare feet suddenly ended. With great effort, the girls grabbed the blonde’s ankles and lower legs and slowly pulled her out of her trap. Tiffany, a trembling, sobbing mass of feminine humanity could barely move as she rested on the floor near the hole. She was covered with sweat and tears, completely humiliated yet turned on by what had transpired. But it wasn’t over.
“Get our tickle toy down to her bra and panties and we’ll continue our punishment,” Missy bellowed as the girls whooped and made quick work as Tiffany soon found herself in her bra and small panties.
“You’re in trouble now, sweetie,” Heather softly said into the desperate blonde’s left ear.
End of Part 1.
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