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TQLR

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The girls of Tau Kappa Lambda were NOT happy ! What had once been the hottest party house on campus nowadays resembled a convent more than anything else. Everything had changed overnight when their new house mother, Cynthia Drew, took over.

Their old house mother was a kind old soul who looked forward to retirement. As she was known to bend an elbow just as much as the girls, she tended to turn a blind eye to their raucous carousing. But not Cynthia.

The stern 40 year old immediately set down HER rules; rules that were non-negotiable. No drinking, no smoking, and no boy friends or girl friends past the sitting room and most definitely not past 10 PM. They were to tend to their studies and dress appropriately as befit a sister of TKL. Cynthia herself was a member when she matriculated and as such, held the standards of the sorority in high esteem.

She was a tall, buxom redhead who led by example and only wore the most conservative of outfits. Her calm demeanor and strict adherence to rules and regulations had served her well throughout her lifetime. Unfortunately, they had not served her well in the halls of eros. She had dated infrequently in college as most college guys found her boring and as such, unattractive. This was indeed a shame for once one got past the large glasses and severe bun hairstyle, Cynthia was indeed a very beautiful young girl.

As she matured, she grew even more handsome. A few streaks of silver highlighted her fiery red hair but her bright green eyes and hourglass figure only added to her innate beauty. Not that one could convince Cynthia of that. She was convinced that because of her intelligence and self control that she would never find a suitable mate. At one time a sorority sister had entertained a relationship with her, but her fear of the unknown had kept her from even this chance at love.

Cynthia much rather preferred the quiet industry and thoughtful reflection of academe, which is why she literally jumped at the chance to assume the position of house-mistress for her old sorority. Well, jumped isn’t quite the word. For Cynthia, it would be more like a quiet "oh !"

In her sequestered world, she knew the girls of TKL appreciated her steady guidance and they could depend on her to be the rock from which to anchor their successes in life.

Little did Cynthia know that such was not the way the sorority viewed her ! They had little hope of Ms. Drew leaving on her own as she seemed ecstatically happy in her role as female dictator. Somehow, they had to figure out a way to get "old ice panties" to leave.

As they were well into the fall, it came time for the sorority’s annual fund raiser. This was a tradition that extended back long before Cynthia attended State. In order to balance the funds provided by the United States Chapter, it was up to the girls to raise enough money to keep the sorority house in the black. Traditionally, the girls would procure enough extra money from their wealthy parents to contribute to the sorority at the fund raiser and meet their goal. It was a win-win situation. The parents could take it off their taxes and the girls could have a fun night together.

In the past, this night was known for its raucous behavior, heavy drinking, and generally rowdy behavior. This is most probably why it was always held on a Friday night. This year however, the girls did not look forward to what was sure to be a most boring evening. They neglected to count on the determination of their President, who as a senior, wanted her final year to go out with a BANG !

Money at the fund raiser was normally gathered through good-natured betting, dares, and contests. But the one that raised the most money was "The Wheel". Traditionally, the house mother would be locked in a mock prison cell and a wheel with different monetary values on it was spun. The house mother then had to cajole the girls and promise to do tasks for them to get them to contribute until she reached her goal and was released from the cell. However, this year things were going to be a little different !

Cynthia knew that in her role as house mother she would be spending time in the cell this evening just as her house mother had done when she attended state. As such, she dressed in conservative walking shorts, a short sleeved blouse, and light sandles. She almost smiled as she remembered her own days at the sorority, yet looked back on them with nostalgia and sadness. Resigning herself to the good natured tom-foolery, Cynthia left her room to join the festivities.

The girls were quietly conversing and making a few side bets, but few contributions filled the large glass bowl displayed for that purpose. As soon as Cynthia walked into the room, she noticed something was different. Where was the cell that normally stood towards the back of the room ?

She asked this question of the President and the pretty blonde calmly and rationally responded. "It would have cost us too much to rent this year" she explained, "…rather, I was able to borrow this from the fraternity across the street at no cost to us at all !"

Cynthia was impressed with the young lady’s frugality and turned her attention to the polished wood and leather contraption she saw before her. It was a set of stocks; after a fashion. A large padded bench dominated the front of it with the stocks themselves behind it. It stood on foot long legs but had a large pole which towered to about six foot high. Near the top of the pole was a set of padded leather cuffs which were obviously meant for the wrists, while leather padded holes in the stocks themselves would secure the ankles.

"Oh very well," Cynthia said imperiously, "…let’s do get this over with !" To the sound of muted applause, which Cynthia thought was appropriate for her position, she walked with the president over to the stockade. Gingerly she knelt on the padded bench as her ankles were guided into their respective holes. The redhead thought the spread to be a bit wide, but she was wearing shorts after all and wouldn’t present an undignified appearance. Once her ankles were locked quite securely in the stocks, her arms were raised over her head and firmly bound within the padded cuffs.

"Very well ladies…" the President began, "…it is now time for the bidding to begin. First let’s spin the wheel !" So saying, she gave the wheel a healthy spin and it ratcheted around and around until it finally slowed and clack-clacked its way to a resting point. "The goal is $200.00 !" she announced. Oooooh’s and Aaaaaah’s rustled through the crowd of girls as that was the highest value on the wheel.

Cynthia sighed resignedly as she knew they would bid on such onerous tasks as cleaning their rooms, washing their cars and the like. It would most likely take her weeks to complete all the tasks that would be bid upon to reach $200.00.

"Normally ladies…" the blonde continued, "…we allow the prisoner to beg and plead with you ladies in an attempt to drive up the bidding. This year however, the committee has decided on a different method.

Cynthia was unsure where this was leading when from behind her, a bandana was looped around her mouth and tied securely behind her head; effectively cleave-gagging her ! Her attempted protests of "What do you think you’re doing !!!" came out as "Hmmph duuuu fmink duuu doooooigggggg ????"

"This year we will read off a list of dares, chores, and such and open the bidding right from the onset !"

Cynthia was furious ! She was quite immobilized and now she had been gagged like a common hooker ! She was about to protest further and loudly when all of sudden her eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and she began to giggle and titter behind her gag !

"MMMMMMMMPPFFFFFheheheheeeeeee !!!!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmffff !!"

The girls assembled in front couldn’t see it, but two of the sorority girls had hidden behind the stocks and were stabbing at Cynthia’s sandle exposed feet with long, pointy pheasant feathers !

Terror rose up in Cynthia’s throat only to be pushed aside by the giggles that would not be denied escape ! She was horribly ticklish and ever since she was a teenager had hated being tickled ! She feared it more than anything else on the planet. Her fear was born of the fact that she was so helplessly ticklish that within seconds she would lose control of her body which surrendered willingly to the devious torment. And as losing control was so out of character for the mature redhead, it was a dark and dangerous place that she absolutely refused to investigate !

"OH MY GOD !" she thought in the back of her head, "…THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING TO ME ! LEAVE MY FEET ALONE !!"

As far as the girls were concerned, Ms. Drew was putting forth a good show for them by wriggling and struggling; yet she was obviously having fun with it as she was giggling like a little girl ! Off to the side and out of sight, two of the girls were pouring a fifth of grain alcohol into the punch bowl.

The President started the bidding by reading off the first task. "Okay, how much am I bid for Ms. Drew to clean up your room ?"

Dead silence greeted her. "C’mon ladies, I’ll start the bidding at $5.00. Who’ll pay $5.00 to have Ms. Drew clean their room ?"

Again, no bids came from the assembled girls as they all seemed to prefer watching Cynthia wriggle and giggle in bondage before them.

"All right, let’s try the next one. What am I bid for Ms. Drew washing and waxing your car ?"

Still, the tittering and giggling redhead kept their attention. Unknowingly, Cynthia’s writhing wasn’t helping matters as her 40DD breasts were now jouncing around quite enticingly !

The President returned to stand by Cynthia and whispered into her ear "This is not going too well Ms. Drew. We’ll never get you out of there at this rate !"

Cynthia turned her slightly tearing green eyes towards the blonde with an imploring and pleading look; begging to be released from this unwanted torture ! The back of her mind screamed out "NO… PLEASE STOP !!! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME !!!" Yet all that escaped past the gag were girlish, hysterical giggles !

"I’ve got an idea !" the President said, "… I’ll get you out of there yet !" With that she moved past her field of vision and went behind the stocks.

Cynthia was only barely aware of her sandles being unbuckled as their long fingernails were just as hellishly ticklish as those feathers had been. But she knew her bare size 9’s had been exposed when she felt long fingernails dancing up and down her nude soles and she began to squeal with laughter into her gag !

The blonde returned from behind the stocks, holding Cynthia’s sandles up high, and shouted "How much am I bid for Ms. Drew’s sandles ?"

Raucous cheers and bids began to come from the girls ! No doubt aided by the spiked punch they were all guzzling greedily.

"I’ll give you a dollar !" one yelled.

"Two !! Two dollars !" squealed another.

Cynthia was quite beside herself ! Her tender feet were being fiendishly tickled and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it ! Her logic cowered into the back of her mind and complained "She can’t do that ! That’s tantamount to theft !" Her libido, however, rose up completely naked on tall 6" spiked leather boots and retorted "What a puss ! You know you’re starting to like this !"

Her sandles finally went for $5.00 when one of the girls shouted out "I bid $20.00 for her blouse !" and was greeted with loud cheers and applause !

Despite her helpless laughter, Cynthia heard that remark and her logic rolled into a fetal position and whimpered "No ! Not my clothes… they can’t auction off my clothes !" Libido barked in sharp laughter and was joined by Humiliation who stood clad in a black leather bikini and wafted a fluffy feather through the air. She stroked Libido’s bare breasts and she smiled leeringly back at the caress.

Cynthia’s blouse finally brought $45.00 and the President came towards her with a large pair of scissors.

"AHAHAAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNOOOOOOOOMMMMHAHAHAAAAAA !" Cynthia tried to plead through the gag.

With quick efficiency, the blonde snipped up one short sleeve to the collar and repeated this on the other side. Then, in a grandiose movement, grabbed both sides of Cynthia’s blouse and yanked hard ! Buttons flew everywhere and her blouse was stripped from her torso; eagerly retrieved by the highest bidder ! All of the girls gasped and giggled when they saw the expensive and very skimpy Victoria’s Secret bra that was barely able to contain the redhead’s jiggling full breasts !

Cynthia was laughing hoarsely now as the girls behind her had turned her soft bare feet a rosy shade of pink ! What little wriggling they did was not enough to escape their fiendish tickling ! Her mind was a maelstrom of emotions, but deep inside one could see who was winning the battle ! Shame came strutting up to stand beside Libido and noticed Pride trying to slink away. Swiftly, Shame grabbed Pride by her collar and with one yank stripped the emotion completely nude ! Pride squealed and tried to cover her nudity while Shame laughed evilly. Libido began to grow in size as Humiliation and Shame both began to stimulate her !

"$10.00 for her shorts !" came the next bid.

Cynthia’s pride and logic were slowly being stripped from her just as surely as her clothing ! She couldn’t stop her hysterical laughter, and worse, she became aware of how sexually aroused she was becoming ! Was she that perverse that she was getting turned on by this kind of total humiliation ? Shame and Humiliation both felt a lightning bolt of joy that they immediately transferred to Libido. The three began to feed on each other’s energy and each grew larger as a result.

The bidding was much fiercer for Cynthia’s shorts, but only netted $30.00. Soon they were snipped away and tossed out the winner. Now she quivered and jiggled in only her brief bra and even briefer matching panties. Many of the girls could tell how excited Cynthia was as her very hard nipples were easily discernible behind the sheer fabric of her bra ! And as many dry lips were licked, it was obvious that hers were not the only hard nipples to populate the TKL house that night !

The bidding began for her bra. Cynthia’s reasoning had long since departed her mind as she knew they intended to strip her completely naked ! Her once proud logic had been cruelly battered and beaten. All that remained now was the laughter and the undeniable lust that coursed through her shivering body ! She whimpered in silent laughter as the two girls at her feet decided to abandon their fierce tickling and began to kiss and lick her bare upturned soles !

Many of the girls bid fiercely for Cynthia’s bra but it too only netted $30.00. All of the girls now stared in wonder at the redhead’s fabulous breasts ! Huge, perfectly formed, and a stark white in color, they were interrupted only by her incredibly hard nipples and a sprinkling of freckles across the top ! They swayed and jiggled seductively as the tickle-drunk redhead writhed her hips in a lewd, sensuous dance of utter abandoned delight.

Her brief panties sold for another $30.00 and the hysterically laughing and lewdly moaning redhead was completely nude and on display for all to see. But unfortunately for Cynthia, she was still $60.00 short of her goal !

"You’ve run out of things to auction Ms. Drew !" the President whispered into ears that could barely hear her. "But don’t worry, I’ve another idea that’ll put you over the top !" (Or over the edge, she snickered to herself)

The President brought out a box of stiff feathers and addressed the crowd. "We’re renting these feathers for $5.00 for 10 minutes ! Any takers ?" She was mobbed.

All the girls lined up to rent a feather and proceeded to wickedly tease their once domineering house mother ! They sawed the feathers across her painfully hard nipples and twirled them into her totally vulnerable armpits ! Her navel and inner thighs were not spared either and Cynthia was totally lost in an apoplexy of completely helpless, hysterical laughter ! Lewdly, she ground her hips in an attempt to force a feather against her curly red mound, but the girls fiendishly avoided that spot; saving that for the final battle !

Finally it appeared that the defeated redhead could take no more without passing out. The President addressed the gathered throng and said "This final feather goes for $50.00! There is only one spot it is meant to tickle !"

All of the girls shouted their bids until it finally sold for $300.00 !

"For the final betting of the evening, book is opened on how long it will take until ticklish little red here climaxes !"

Cynthia’s humiliation was overwhelming and complete ! They were betting on how long it would take her to cum and at the rate she was going, that wouldn’t be too long ! If she could speak she would have been begging and pleading with them to finish her ! She was so close and could take no more of their torture !

Finally, the book was closed and the winner approached with stiff feather in hand. She nuzzled up to Cynthia’s ear, tongued it teasingly, and whispered throatily "I’m gonna make you cum like you’ve never cum before ! When I’m done with you, you’ll BEG me to do it at least 5 more times !"

Then she began to saw the feather up and down Cynthia’s sopping wet mound and the redhead went absolutely ballistic ! She shrieked her delight as she violently humped her hips back and forth across the feather ! She had never felt a more agonizing or delightful feeling in her 40 years on the planet ! Libido, Humiliation, and Shame all ganged up on her brutalized psyche and told her what a helpless tickle-slut she really was !

When the explosion hit, it was more intense than anyone could have imagined ! Guttural groans and squealing shrieks of joy screamed past her gag as a climax of nuclear proportions ripped through her body ! This wasn’t the pleasing shudders she’d experienced when she occasionally played with herself, this was a brutal wrenching of every muscle in her body as she thrashed about wildly in her bondage ! Her eyes rolled back into her head as she jerked and spasmed in an erotic fit of ecstasy. Furiously her muscles pumped forth the honey of her lust as she began to violently orgasm before the assembled crowd.

After ten minutes of almost epileptic activity, her mind mercilessly shut down and the helpless redhead hung unconscious in her bonds; her body still twitching and wriggling to the maddening feathers that haunted her dreams.

Late the next day, Cynthia Drew turned in her resignation. She would be leaving on the morrow for another posting. Refusing to explain, she cited "personal reasons".
 
Well done, as usual, TQLR! I love it when their eyes get "as big as dinner plates" when the tickling begins...hehehe *devilish laughter*

Many thanks again
 
Another great story! Keep up the good work.:cool:
 
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