The Laughing Professor - Part 2
Alicia and Bernadette were still chuckling with evil glee when they
returned to the dormitory room.
"I don't understand HOW you knew Ms. Standley would be so helplessly
ticklish !" Bernadette exclaimed.
"Remember that inside information I told you about ?" Alicia reminded
her roommate. "Well I found out about it right after they opened up the new
sports center. Remember that new masseuse they hired for the women's locker
room ?"
Bernadette nodded, indicating her memory was quite good. She still
wasn't quite sure how to take her own sexual responses to the kinky
counseling session they'd just had, but she was intrigued to hear more on the
topic.
"Well, I had just finished my shower and was behind the row of lockers
next to the table she uses. I heard her start up a conversation and what
happened next you just won't believe ...."
Susan pulled tightly on the sheet covering her massage table and made
sure that every single wrinkle was gone from its surface. She knew from
experience that even a single wrinkle leaves an uncomfortable mark on the
client. She'd been a professional masseuse for five years now, mostly
working out of her home, but she'd never expected to be sought out and hired
by a major university. Evidently they'd gotten wise to the idea that most
sports injuries can be prevented if the muscles are properly worked out and
relaxed after heavy exertion. Actually, having the University track her down
was not really that surprising. Susan "Hands" Haversham had the reputation of
having the most skilled hands in the business. Most chiropractors envied
what she could do to the human body and some had tried persuading her to take
up the profession.
She had just finished her preparations when Sue heard a timid voice draw
her attention.
"Well ! Maggie Standley, as I live and breathe !" Sue gushed
enthusiastically, "I haven't seen you since the Sorority Wars of '84 !"
Margaret stood meekly and fearfully by the door. Wrapped in a large
white towel, she had her hands clasped about her bosom and nervously rubbed
the top of one foot with her toes. Her hair was done up in its
characteristic bun and she still had her horn rimmed glasses on.
"Well just don't stand there ! Come on in !" Sue said. "Oh, don't be
afraid, what happened when we were in college is all behind us now. And look
at you ! You are absolutely gorgeous !"
Margaret blushed at the unexpected complement but still refused to
approach the table. Susan had to walk over, physically take her by the hand,
and cajole her into following.
"Now don't you worry, I may not have been much when we went to State
together, but now, I'm the best masseuse in the business. You just leave
your body in my hands !" Sue boasted.
Hesitantly, Margaret approach the table but shied away from getting on
it.
"Now you're not the sports type, Maggie. So what brings you down into
this neck of the woods ?" Sue asked.
"The D.. Dean of Women and my D.. Department Head recommended it"
Margaret stammered in embarrassment. "I've been having these recurring
headaches and they think it's due to stress. They said a good massage would
help me relax."
"Well, they're certainly right about that ! Now you just hop up here on
the table and let old Sue work you over."
Still, Margaret refused to even sit on the pristinely white table. Her
incredible shyness and fearful memories of the past prevented any action on
her part.
"Here, you're going about this all wrong" Sue said, taking charge.
"First, get rid of the four-eyes" she said as she delicately snatched
Margaret's glasses from her face, "...and I'll bet part of your headache
problem is from the atrocious way you bind your hair up like that". Turning
Margaret around, Susan's deft fingers undid the tight bun of hair in an
instant, letting the professor's long brown hair fall free around her
shoulders. "There now, doesn't that feel better already ?"
Margaret nodded in shy acquiescence.
"Now park your buns up on this table or I'll toss you up there myself !"
Sue ordered.
Gingerly, Margaret hoisted herself up onto the table, never letting go
of the towel around her and trying to keep the damned thing from exposing too
much skin.
"Well I can see you're still as modest as always. Don't worry Hon, I've
seen more naked female bodies than you can imagine; one more isn't going to
make a difference". Susan skillfully turned Margaret around, placed her face
down upon the table, and loosened the towel so it hang limply across her
body. "And besides, I've seen you naked before; remember ?" Susan said
cryptically, making Maggie blush furiously.
Susan kept up a line of inconsequential gossip as she started working on
her client's shoulders; firmly kneading the flesh and working the tight
muscles into flaccid relaxation.
Despite her embarrassment and fear, Margaret soon relaxed into a semi-
conscious euphoric state. As the tension seemed to drain from her out
through Susan's hands she began to feel a sensation of floating in thin air.
Slowly, Susan worked her way down the brunette's back; sliding the towel
a little lower as she worked. By the time her client was genuinely relaxed,
the towel was discarded entirely leaving a completely nude brunette prone
upon the table. To herself, Sue marveled at how absolutely perfect the
professor's body was. It didn't hurt to have some lesbian tendencies as a
masseuse after all.
When Sue's fingers began to work on Margaret's lower back, the staid
professor began to giggle quietly upon the table. Every prod after that
elicited more stifled giggles until finally Margaret was giggling openly like
a little school-girl.
"Ahhhh, still just as ticklish I see !" Sue remarked good-naturedly.
Fearfully, Margaret raised her head to protest as embarrassing memories
flooded back to her but Sue firmly pushed her head back to the table.
"Now don't you worry..." she said consolingly, "...I'm not here to
tickle you, just to relax you. I can't help it if it tickles a little... You
are the most ticklish woman I've ever met after all. Don't worry about it,
there's no one here but us two and a little laughter won't hurt you one bit".
It was true that Margaret was feeling much more relaxed, and she hadn't
had a good laugh in a long time. Besides, no one would know of it but Susan,
and she already knew how ticklish Margaret was.
For the next twenty minutes Susan massaged every inch of the brunette's
body and for twenty minutes Margaret giggled and laughed under the woman's
tickling fingers.
But Margaret's giggles turned into full-blown belly laughs when Sue
started massaging the woman's feet. Even the lightest touch upon her bare
feet sent sparks of hilarious titillation shooting through Margaret's body.
She felt she should protest and end this session now, but her body felt like
rubber and she doubt she'd be able to stand if she wanted to.
For ten more minutes Susan's expert fingers worked over Maggie's tender
bare feet, leaving the woman out of breath and weak as a kitten.
While Margaret still giggled and laughed upon the table, Susan leaned
over and gave her a little peck on the cheek. "It's been great seeing you
again Maggie. Don't be a stranger, I love clients who enjoy my work so much
! Come see me again soon."
"...after seeing that I figured she had to be the most ticklish woman
Sue had ever met" Alicia said, "... and I knew someday I'd be able to use it
if I needed to".
Inside, Bernadette was still excited about the story Alicia had just
told her. Outwardly, she asked "but what was that about being 'still as
ticklish as ever'"?
"OOOhhhhh that !!! I didn't get the full story on that till sometime
later. After that first homecoming game, Sue was over at The Rathskeller and
she'd had quite a few too many beers. She was sitting by herself at that
point so I decided to join her and see what I could find out. I started by
saying I'd heard that her and Professor Standley had gone to State together
some years back. Well, that was all it took. For the next two hours she
told me some stories that I just couldn't believe ! That is, until tonight !
You see there was this big rivalry then between Theta Chi and Lambda Chi. It
started over one of Theta's girls stealing a guy away from one of Lambda's.
Well Sue was a Theta and Ms. Standley was a Lambda; you know, the bimbos
against the brains thing, and the Theta's were hot to find out where the
Lambda's cabin was. That was their secret meeting place and where they held
the best parties. Theta wanted to trash the place and teach Lambda a lesson.
So anyway, Sue went snooping around while everyone should have been gone...."
Sue managed to pry the lock off the basement doors and quickly swung
them open. She really didn't want anyone to see her breaking in to Lambda
House, but doubted there was anyone around. She closed the doors behind her
and switched on the flashlight. Playing it quickly around the basement, she
reassured herself that no one but her and a few mice might be in residence.
"I know they've got some old bills or receipts down here" Sue thought to
herself, "one of them got to have the address of that damned cabin on it".
Armed with that thought, she began searching the crowded basement in earnest.
A number of stacked boxes, empty luggage, and discarded furniture filled
the basement, but it was the stacked boxes that held the answer, Sue guessed.
She had to climb over crates and an old fold-up rollaway bed that blocked her
route to the boxes and the damned thing creaked and groaned loudly as she put
her weight upon it.
"WHO'S DOWN THERE !??" echoed into the basement. Sue jumped in fright
and dropped the flashlight she'd been carrying. The lens at the front
shattered with the sound of breaking glass and the damned thing went dark as
it clattered across the floor. Hoping to find a place to hide, as escape was
now out of the question, Sue scurried in behind a stack of boxes and held her
breath. If the Lambda's found her down here, she'd be in deep trouble. It
wasn't the breaking and entering that bothered her; the Lambda's favorite
punishment was to steal the offender's clothes and leave them naked in the
middle of the football field.
Trying to not even think of making a sound, Sue waited fearfully, hoping
her discoverer would go away. This was not the case. Cautious footfalls
could be heard coming down the old wooden stairs and Sue feared she'd be
caught in a few moments. Although she had a limited view, she could see
white tennis shoes and spandex covered legs working their way down the
stairs.
Fortunately for Sue, the lights to the basement weren't working, and
Maggie had to make her way down the stairs in the dark. Unfortunately for
Sue, the broken glass from the flashlight crunched under the soles of
Maggie's tennis shoes and pointed her in the right direction.
Maggie figured it would be a Theta snooping around while everyone else
was gone. She would have been absent, yet she felt it her duty to study for
mid-terms rather than spend a weekend at the cabin. Knowing now that the
intruder was hiding behind the stack of boxes, Maggie stood upon an old crate
to get a better view.
"All right ! Whoever you are, come out of there !" Maggie ordered. "I'm
not fooling, either you come out or I call Campus Security !" she threatened.
Sue wasn't about to surrender to this Lambda nerd no matter what she
said. She'd have to come in and get her. If she left to call Security, Sue
could always slip back out the way she'd come, escape before they got here,
and no one would be the wiser.
It looked as though Maggie was giving up and getting ready to leave when
fate sent a little mouse scurrying across Sue's legs ! Involuntarily, she
screeched and backed against the wall. Some of the boxes fell, telegraphing
her location.
Sue thought she'd blown it all, but Maggie was startled by her scream.
Her sudden move on the crate caused the old wood to give way and it broke
beneath her. Screaming in surprise, Maggie fell forward onto the old bed.
It may have been old and creaked and groaned with weight upon it, but it
still worked. Maggie's body fell directly across the center hinge of the old
collapsible. With that much weight in one place, the bed folded up as if for
storage, and when both ends met at the top, the securing bar clanked firmly
into place.
Maggie struggled to free herself from the bed but the bar held fast and
held her trapped between the two halves of the mattress. She wriggled and
pulled as much as she could, but only managed to get her legs out one side
and her head and shoulders out the other.
"GET ME OUTTA THIS THING !" the brunette yelled in frustration.
Sue had heard the breaking wood, and the creaking bed but didn't know
Maggie's predicament until she cried for help. Now was the redhead's chance
to get out of there before anyone else came. But instead of reacting to
fear, Sue sat down again and thought for a second. "Wait a minute, there
wasn't supposed to be anyone here in the first place. They're all supposed
to be at the cabin ! Maybe she's the only Lambda here!"
With that in mind, she sat and waited. Maggie's cries for help continued,
but after five minutes no help arrived. Seeing an advantage, Sue moved out
from the boxes to see what the bed had trapped.
Maggie struggled vainly in the bed-trap but had no chance whatsoever of
freeing herself. Delightedly, Sue went to where Maggie's head stuck out and
kneeled down next to her.
"What's the matter ? Got yourself stuck here ?" she asked.
"YES !" Maggie yelled belligerently. Then, realizing she needed help to
get out, immediately changed her tone. "I mean.. yes, this darn thing closed
up on me and I can't get it open. Please let me out and I won't say a thing
about you being here" she pleaded.
Sue smiled wickedly and put forth a proposition "tell ya what, you tell
me where the Lambda cabin is located and I'll get you out of there. Now
that's a pretty good deal isn't it ?"
Maggie began to get angry again. She wasn't about to make a deal with a
Theta bimbo, especially one who broken into Lambda House in the first place.
And the location of the cabin was one of Lambda's most closely guarded
secrets.
"Who the hell do you think you are ?" she bellowed, "...first you break
in here like a thief, and now you want me to tell you everything ? I don't
think so !" Maggie finished.
"I didn't think you'd see it my way. Not right now anyway. Well, if
you reconsider, just give me a shout." With that Sue walked away. Maggie
tried to follow her but her vision, and most everything else, was restricted
by the position she was in.
"HEY !, Where are you going ??" she screamed. Maggie got no response
and wrongfully assumed that the redhead was leaving her trapped in the
basement until her sisters returned from the weekend party.
Suddenly, Maggie felt a tugging at the laces to her tennis shoe. At
first, she feared that mice might be nibbling at them, but then she felt the
same tugging on her other shoe.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ???" she screamed angrily.
Sue had nonchalantly squatted on the floor by the end of the bed where
Maggie's legs stuck out. Grinning wickedly, and humming contentedly to
herself, she was delicately plucking at the girl's shoe laces; slowly untying
them and unlacing the tennis shoes.
"DAMN YOU !!! STOP THAT !!! LET ME OUT OF HERE !!!" she screamed.
"All you have to do is tell me where the cabin is" Sue sang playfully,
"...then I'll let you out of there".
Maggie's protests and pleadings died in her throat as she steadfastly
refused to be bullied by a Theta. She hoped that it wouldn't be that much
longer and one of her sisters would return to her rescue.
Chuckling to herself, and feeling a wicked sensuality building up in
her, Sue continued to draw the laces from Maggie's shoes until they both lay
before her on the cement floor. With one finger, she pulled at the heel of
the left shoe and watched in satisfaction as it dropped to the floor. "Oooooh
! Goodness ! You've lost one of your shoes !!!!" Sue teased evilly.
"CUT THAT OUT !!!!!" Maggie screamed again, "YOU PUT MY SHOE BACK ON
RIGHT NOW !!!!"
Sue ignored the empty threat but couldn't help but be even more excited
by the brunette's predicament. She wondered idly if the girl had any idea
what she intended to do. Still humming, she pulled at the heel of the right
shoe. Maggie tried desperately to keep her shoe on by wriggling her foot in
a vain attempt to keep it wedged in place. But without laces the loose shoe
followed its mate and dropped to the cold cement floor. "My my...now you've
lost your other shoe too !!!" Sue said with a little giggle.
Sue ignored Maggie's vehement protests. Using her long fingernails like
pincers, she deftly plucked the spandex foot straps from Maggie's arches and
let the elastic material snap back against the back of her heels. Then,
starting on the left, she snared the toe of the girl's sock and gently began
tugging downward.
"And what do we have under here ?" Sue hummed, hugely enjoying the slow
teasing and feeling of ultimate power she held over the trapped Lambda.
A niggling fear began to grow at the back of Margaret's mind as she felt
her sock being pulled off. She hadn't figured out yet what Sue intended to
do, but she knew it wouldn't bode well for her. She felt cold air hit the
bare skin of her sole as the first sock was stripped from her foot and felt
the beginning tugs on the other one.
In fearful desperation, she tried pleading with her captor. "Please...
let me out of here" she whined, "...I'll never tell anyone that you were
here...". Fearful visions of sharp pins or hot match tips paraded through
Maggie's paranoia.
"Oh, but I want you to tell..." Sue teased, "...I want you to tell me
where the cabin is" she said playfully as she dropped the other sock to the
floor.
Maggie wiggled her feet in vain in an attempt to either break free or
draw them into the relative protection of the mattress. Both efforts were
completely ineffectual and her bare feet remained vulnerable to Sue's
designs.
"You know..." Sue began in her teasing fashion, "...I just bet these
soft, tender, bare feet of yours are just the slightest bit ticklish. How
much you want to bet ?"
A growing terror consumed Maggie's being. She knew how ticklish her
feet were but never thought this girl would resort to tickle-torture to learn
the whereabouts of the cabin. She was so filled with a fear of being held
helpless while another girl tickled her feet that she was about to spout the
location of the cabin. She never got the chance.
With a perfectly wicked, sensuous gleam in her eye, Sue slowly drew her
long fingernails across Maggie's naked, defenseless soles !
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! Maggie giggled
as those uncontrollable sensations were transmitted throughout her body !
She wiggled and wriggled her feet but couldn't pull them away from Susan's
tortuous tickling fingers. She tried to scream in protest but could only
scream with laughter as the redhead tickled her helpless bare feet !
Susan delighted in finding every possible ticklish area of the
brunette's bare feet. She tickled under the toes, across the soles, over the
tops, and behind the heels. It wasn't long before she had Maggie sobbing
quietly with uncontrollable laughter.
"A few more minutes of this..." Sue said to herself, "and this little
nerd will tell me anything ! But I'm having far too much fun to stop now !"
At this point, Maggie would have told the redhead anything she wanted to
know. The awful tickling had stripped away any resistance and self-respect
she had ever possessed.
Sue continued to tickle Maggie's feet until the poor girl was literally
sobbing from the torment. But the feeling of power that so consumed her took
control and refused to let her stop.
As Maggie tried valiantly to catch her breath and stop the incessant
laughter that welled up from her tummy, Sue stood, grabbed both spandex foot
straps, and heaved mightily.
Maggie first felt the jerk upon her shoulders but couldn't assimilate
what was being done to her. She next felt it on her biceps, accompanied by
the sound of stressed fabric tearing and parting. Only then was she
beginning to catch her breath and blink the laugh tears from her eyes. When
she felt the third jerk, she watched in horror as her spandex aerobics outfit
disappeared from her arms ! She felt it slide down her sides, over her buns,
and across the back of her legs before she realized she had been stripped of
her clothing !
Sue strutted back to the front of the bed-trap, holding Maggie's spandex
suit like a trophy, and waved it in front of her horror-filled eyes.
"Did you lose something ?" she teased. "My goodness, you're naked
aren't you ?"
In horrified embarrassment, Maggie tried to cover her breasts which were
dangling just out of the mattress. A deep crimson flush started at her milky
white breasts and suffused her shoulders, neck and face.
"Well, seeing as you aren't using this..." Sue said as she regarded the
spandex, "... let's see if I can't put it to good use."
With a loud "RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP !!!!" Sue tore the suit in half.
Smiling evilly, she proceeded to tear each half into quarters. Ever so
calmly, she made a loop out of one of the quarters and snared one of Maggie's
flailing wrists. With the elastic spandex, she jerked Maggie's left arm into
the air and tied it off to the raised end of the bed. She repeated this
procedure with the brunette's right arm until she had the girl trussed
upward. In this position, the horrified Maggie found herself arched upward,
her large breasts hanging freely in the cool air.
"OOOOOOH ! I bet those are ticklish too, aren't they ?" Sue teased. She
rummaged around in one of the boxes and produced an old paint brush which she
dangled in front of the brunette's terror-filled eyes. "Let's just find out,
shall we ??"
The first kiss of the bristles across her nipples made Maggie twitch and
giggle uncontrollably. Try as she might, she couldn't wiggle out of the
range of the brush. Soon those giggles became deeper belly laughs that the
brunette was unable to stop. It seemed her breasts were nearly as ticklish
as her bare feet !
Sue licked her lips lustily as she watched Maggie's nipples grow and
stiffen into hard little nubs. Each pass of the brush made the girl wriggle
and laugh and made Susan grow more excited.
Despite the terror that filled her tortured mind and the unbearable
tickling that reduced her to a helpless kitten, a sensuous warmth was
spreading from Maggie's ticklish tits, across her flat tummy and down into
her loins. One corner of her mind looked on disgustedly as it realized she
was becoming sexually excited from this ticklish torture. Her kicking legs
did little to alleviate the feeling; rather, her rubbing thighs served to
intensify the glow she felt building below.
When Sue had tickled Maggie into another fit of soundless sobs, she left
the girls bobbling breasts and moved back to the foot of the bed.
With the remainder of Maggie's now destroyed aerobics outfit, Sue bound
each of the brunette's ankles to the top of the bed. Elevated as they were,
Maggie's wriggling bare feet were now turned invitingly up, presenting the
wrinkled soles to her as if they were a gift.
Sue was beginning to get incredibly excited by now and resisted the urge
to rub her own steaming snatch into a state of blissful explosion. With her
blood roaring deliciously in her temples, Sue rummaged around in some boxes
and returned with an old ball-point pen. Testing it on her palm, she
verified that the implement would still write; a very nice shade of blue at
that.
"Just so you don't forget who's the boss around here,"Sue commented to
the blubbering brunette, "I think we'll leave a little reminder for you !"
Sue had intended to draw the Theta's Greek letters on the bottoms of
Maggie's feet, but the second she touched the point of the pen to the smooth
soles Maggie began shrieking once again in uncontrollable laughter. Her
violently wriggling feet made it very difficult to render very neat letters !
Sue was beginning to get light headed. Her blood was raging in her
veins from the excitement and she felt she'd burst at any moment. She also
knew that the helpless, gibbering brunette would now tell her anything she
would
ever want to know.
A flip of her wrist was all it took to release the bar that held the bed
in its upright position. With a loud CLANG ! and groaning of old springs,
the bed flopped open before her.
With wrists and ankles securely bound to the four corners, Margaret's
nude body splayed out spread-eagled on the old bed. This sensuous display
of her enemy naked and helpless before her was too much for Sue's overtaxed
libido.
Leaning weakly against a joist for support, Sue moaned softly as her
body vibrated with a muscle wracking orgasm ! With her eyes squeezed tightly
shut and her mouth wide open in ecstasy, her hands spastically rubbed herself
as wave after wave of incredible pleasure made her body jerk and shudder.
Minutes later, after the glorious feelings had subsided, Sue looked
through misty eyes at the sight that remained before her.
Still blubbering and giggling like an idiot, Maggie was trying
desperately to reveal the location of the cabin. Weakly she pulled at her
bonds. It did not gain her freedom, but set her buns to jiggling deliciously
in Susan's eyes.
Retrieving the paint brush, she began tracing the bristles playfully
across the very tender skin of Maggie's tush and exposed inner thighs.
Even though she felt she could endure no more of this delicious torture,
Maggie's body responded as jolts of teasing hilarity contracted the muscles
of her tummy and forced raw, raspy belly laughs from her dry throat.
"NO NO !!!... PLEASE !!!!.... NOT THERE !!!! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE !!!!
EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE !!!!!" Maggie squealed pleadingly.
Despite her shame and humiliation, Maggie became more and more excited
as each bristle caressed her tenderest spots. Unbidden waves of pleasure
began to build within her, threatening to wash her over the edge into
blissful oblivion.
Sue could see that the brunette was indeed becoming sexually aroused by
her ticklish teasing and used her brush in a most effective manner. Slowly,
with just the lightest kiss of the bristles, Sue teased and tickled the curly
brown hairs at the center of Maggie's being. When she felt the Lambda was at
the very edge, she rested the end of the bristles on Maggie's engorged love-
button and began raking her long nails up and down the girl's captive left
sole !
Loud squeals of hilarious laughter exploded from Maggie's lips ! In one
instant she was caught up in the uncontrollable feelings Sue's foot tickling
produced and in the next, overcome by the glorious waves of pleasure that the
brush produced.
Sobbing and squealing like a deranged idiot, Maggie felt the muscles of
her stomach tighten and release in a roller coaster ride of orgasmic delight
! Again and again her body was wracked by violent shudders as she jerked and
twitched in uncontrolled bliss ! Finally, when her tortured mind could stand
no more, she swooned into a blissful oblivion never before experienced in her
life !
Sue was more than pleased with the results of her efforts. The
exhausted girl instantly revealed the location of the cabin in a torrent of
pleading words when Sue playfully waved the paint brush in front of her face.
As she untied the helplessly weak brunette, she warned her that she'd better
not tell anyone of what happened this day.
"If I hear that one word leaks out about this, I'll make sure that every
single individual in this school knows not only how helplessly ticklish you
are, but that it turns you on like nothing they've ever seen before ! Before
you know it, everyone on campus will be trying to get you into very ticklish
situations !"
Nodding her understanding, Margaret weakly crawled to the stairs and
moved as quickly as she could away from the Theta.
"....so we never have anything to fear from Old Iron Britches again"
Alicia finished.
"Sounds to me like we should call her 'Hot Pants' now" Bernadette said
with a sly smile.
Alicia and Bernadette were still chuckling with evil glee when they
returned to the dormitory room.
"I don't understand HOW you knew Ms. Standley would be so helplessly
ticklish !" Bernadette exclaimed.
"Remember that inside information I told you about ?" Alicia reminded
her roommate. "Well I found out about it right after they opened up the new
sports center. Remember that new masseuse they hired for the women's locker
room ?"
Bernadette nodded, indicating her memory was quite good. She still
wasn't quite sure how to take her own sexual responses to the kinky
counseling session they'd just had, but she was intrigued to hear more on the
topic.
"Well, I had just finished my shower and was behind the row of lockers
next to the table she uses. I heard her start up a conversation and what
happened next you just won't believe ...."
Susan pulled tightly on the sheet covering her massage table and made
sure that every single wrinkle was gone from its surface. She knew from
experience that even a single wrinkle leaves an uncomfortable mark on the
client. She'd been a professional masseuse for five years now, mostly
working out of her home, but she'd never expected to be sought out and hired
by a major university. Evidently they'd gotten wise to the idea that most
sports injuries can be prevented if the muscles are properly worked out and
relaxed after heavy exertion. Actually, having the University track her down
was not really that surprising. Susan "Hands" Haversham had the reputation of
having the most skilled hands in the business. Most chiropractors envied
what she could do to the human body and some had tried persuading her to take
up the profession.
She had just finished her preparations when Sue heard a timid voice draw
her attention.
"Well ! Maggie Standley, as I live and breathe !" Sue gushed
enthusiastically, "I haven't seen you since the Sorority Wars of '84 !"
Margaret stood meekly and fearfully by the door. Wrapped in a large
white towel, she had her hands clasped about her bosom and nervously rubbed
the top of one foot with her toes. Her hair was done up in its
characteristic bun and she still had her horn rimmed glasses on.
"Well just don't stand there ! Come on in !" Sue said. "Oh, don't be
afraid, what happened when we were in college is all behind us now. And look
at you ! You are absolutely gorgeous !"
Margaret blushed at the unexpected complement but still refused to
approach the table. Susan had to walk over, physically take her by the hand,
and cajole her into following.
"Now don't you worry, I may not have been much when we went to State
together, but now, I'm the best masseuse in the business. You just leave
your body in my hands !" Sue boasted.
Hesitantly, Margaret approach the table but shied away from getting on
it.
"Now you're not the sports type, Maggie. So what brings you down into
this neck of the woods ?" Sue asked.
"The D.. Dean of Women and my D.. Department Head recommended it"
Margaret stammered in embarrassment. "I've been having these recurring
headaches and they think it's due to stress. They said a good massage would
help me relax."
"Well, they're certainly right about that ! Now you just hop up here on
the table and let old Sue work you over."
Still, Margaret refused to even sit on the pristinely white table. Her
incredible shyness and fearful memories of the past prevented any action on
her part.
"Here, you're going about this all wrong" Sue said, taking charge.
"First, get rid of the four-eyes" she said as she delicately snatched
Margaret's glasses from her face, "...and I'll bet part of your headache
problem is from the atrocious way you bind your hair up like that". Turning
Margaret around, Susan's deft fingers undid the tight bun of hair in an
instant, letting the professor's long brown hair fall free around her
shoulders. "There now, doesn't that feel better already ?"
Margaret nodded in shy acquiescence.
"Now park your buns up on this table or I'll toss you up there myself !"
Sue ordered.
Gingerly, Margaret hoisted herself up onto the table, never letting go
of the towel around her and trying to keep the damned thing from exposing too
much skin.
"Well I can see you're still as modest as always. Don't worry Hon, I've
seen more naked female bodies than you can imagine; one more isn't going to
make a difference". Susan skillfully turned Margaret around, placed her face
down upon the table, and loosened the towel so it hang limply across her
body. "And besides, I've seen you naked before; remember ?" Susan said
cryptically, making Maggie blush furiously.
Susan kept up a line of inconsequential gossip as she started working on
her client's shoulders; firmly kneading the flesh and working the tight
muscles into flaccid relaxation.
Despite her embarrassment and fear, Margaret soon relaxed into a semi-
conscious euphoric state. As the tension seemed to drain from her out
through Susan's hands she began to feel a sensation of floating in thin air.
Slowly, Susan worked her way down the brunette's back; sliding the towel
a little lower as she worked. By the time her client was genuinely relaxed,
the towel was discarded entirely leaving a completely nude brunette prone
upon the table. To herself, Sue marveled at how absolutely perfect the
professor's body was. It didn't hurt to have some lesbian tendencies as a
masseuse after all.
When Sue's fingers began to work on Margaret's lower back, the staid
professor began to giggle quietly upon the table. Every prod after that
elicited more stifled giggles until finally Margaret was giggling openly like
a little school-girl.
"Ahhhh, still just as ticklish I see !" Sue remarked good-naturedly.
Fearfully, Margaret raised her head to protest as embarrassing memories
flooded back to her but Sue firmly pushed her head back to the table.
"Now don't you worry..." she said consolingly, "...I'm not here to
tickle you, just to relax you. I can't help it if it tickles a little... You
are the most ticklish woman I've ever met after all. Don't worry about it,
there's no one here but us two and a little laughter won't hurt you one bit".
It was true that Margaret was feeling much more relaxed, and she hadn't
had a good laugh in a long time. Besides, no one would know of it but Susan,
and she already knew how ticklish Margaret was.
For the next twenty minutes Susan massaged every inch of the brunette's
body and for twenty minutes Margaret giggled and laughed under the woman's
tickling fingers.
But Margaret's giggles turned into full-blown belly laughs when Sue
started massaging the woman's feet. Even the lightest touch upon her bare
feet sent sparks of hilarious titillation shooting through Margaret's body.
She felt she should protest and end this session now, but her body felt like
rubber and she doubt she'd be able to stand if she wanted to.
For ten more minutes Susan's expert fingers worked over Maggie's tender
bare feet, leaving the woman out of breath and weak as a kitten.
While Margaret still giggled and laughed upon the table, Susan leaned
over and gave her a little peck on the cheek. "It's been great seeing you
again Maggie. Don't be a stranger, I love clients who enjoy my work so much
! Come see me again soon."
"...after seeing that I figured she had to be the most ticklish woman
Sue had ever met" Alicia said, "... and I knew someday I'd be able to use it
if I needed to".
Inside, Bernadette was still excited about the story Alicia had just
told her. Outwardly, she asked "but what was that about being 'still as
ticklish as ever'"?
"OOOhhhhh that !!! I didn't get the full story on that till sometime
later. After that first homecoming game, Sue was over at The Rathskeller and
she'd had quite a few too many beers. She was sitting by herself at that
point so I decided to join her and see what I could find out. I started by
saying I'd heard that her and Professor Standley had gone to State together
some years back. Well, that was all it took. For the next two hours she
told me some stories that I just couldn't believe ! That is, until tonight !
You see there was this big rivalry then between Theta Chi and Lambda Chi. It
started over one of Theta's girls stealing a guy away from one of Lambda's.
Well Sue was a Theta and Ms. Standley was a Lambda; you know, the bimbos
against the brains thing, and the Theta's were hot to find out where the
Lambda's cabin was. That was their secret meeting place and where they held
the best parties. Theta wanted to trash the place and teach Lambda a lesson.
So anyway, Sue went snooping around while everyone should have been gone...."
Sue managed to pry the lock off the basement doors and quickly swung
them open. She really didn't want anyone to see her breaking in to Lambda
House, but doubted there was anyone around. She closed the doors behind her
and switched on the flashlight. Playing it quickly around the basement, she
reassured herself that no one but her and a few mice might be in residence.
"I know they've got some old bills or receipts down here" Sue thought to
herself, "one of them got to have the address of that damned cabin on it".
Armed with that thought, she began searching the crowded basement in earnest.
A number of stacked boxes, empty luggage, and discarded furniture filled
the basement, but it was the stacked boxes that held the answer, Sue guessed.
She had to climb over crates and an old fold-up rollaway bed that blocked her
route to the boxes and the damned thing creaked and groaned loudly as she put
her weight upon it.
"WHO'S DOWN THERE !??" echoed into the basement. Sue jumped in fright
and dropped the flashlight she'd been carrying. The lens at the front
shattered with the sound of breaking glass and the damned thing went dark as
it clattered across the floor. Hoping to find a place to hide, as escape was
now out of the question, Sue scurried in behind a stack of boxes and held her
breath. If the Lambda's found her down here, she'd be in deep trouble. It
wasn't the breaking and entering that bothered her; the Lambda's favorite
punishment was to steal the offender's clothes and leave them naked in the
middle of the football field.
Trying to not even think of making a sound, Sue waited fearfully, hoping
her discoverer would go away. This was not the case. Cautious footfalls
could be heard coming down the old wooden stairs and Sue feared she'd be
caught in a few moments. Although she had a limited view, she could see
white tennis shoes and spandex covered legs working their way down the
stairs.
Fortunately for Sue, the lights to the basement weren't working, and
Maggie had to make her way down the stairs in the dark. Unfortunately for
Sue, the broken glass from the flashlight crunched under the soles of
Maggie's tennis shoes and pointed her in the right direction.
Maggie figured it would be a Theta snooping around while everyone else
was gone. She would have been absent, yet she felt it her duty to study for
mid-terms rather than spend a weekend at the cabin. Knowing now that the
intruder was hiding behind the stack of boxes, Maggie stood upon an old crate
to get a better view.
"All right ! Whoever you are, come out of there !" Maggie ordered. "I'm
not fooling, either you come out or I call Campus Security !" she threatened.
Sue wasn't about to surrender to this Lambda nerd no matter what she
said. She'd have to come in and get her. If she left to call Security, Sue
could always slip back out the way she'd come, escape before they got here,
and no one would be the wiser.
It looked as though Maggie was giving up and getting ready to leave when
fate sent a little mouse scurrying across Sue's legs ! Involuntarily, she
screeched and backed against the wall. Some of the boxes fell, telegraphing
her location.
Sue thought she'd blown it all, but Maggie was startled by her scream.
Her sudden move on the crate caused the old wood to give way and it broke
beneath her. Screaming in surprise, Maggie fell forward onto the old bed.
It may have been old and creaked and groaned with weight upon it, but it
still worked. Maggie's body fell directly across the center hinge of the old
collapsible. With that much weight in one place, the bed folded up as if for
storage, and when both ends met at the top, the securing bar clanked firmly
into place.
Maggie struggled to free herself from the bed but the bar held fast and
held her trapped between the two halves of the mattress. She wriggled and
pulled as much as she could, but only managed to get her legs out one side
and her head and shoulders out the other.
"GET ME OUTTA THIS THING !" the brunette yelled in frustration.
Sue had heard the breaking wood, and the creaking bed but didn't know
Maggie's predicament until she cried for help. Now was the redhead's chance
to get out of there before anyone else came. But instead of reacting to
fear, Sue sat down again and thought for a second. "Wait a minute, there
wasn't supposed to be anyone here in the first place. They're all supposed
to be at the cabin ! Maybe she's the only Lambda here!"
With that in mind, she sat and waited. Maggie's cries for help continued,
but after five minutes no help arrived. Seeing an advantage, Sue moved out
from the boxes to see what the bed had trapped.
Maggie struggled vainly in the bed-trap but had no chance whatsoever of
freeing herself. Delightedly, Sue went to where Maggie's head stuck out and
kneeled down next to her.
"What's the matter ? Got yourself stuck here ?" she asked.
"YES !" Maggie yelled belligerently. Then, realizing she needed help to
get out, immediately changed her tone. "I mean.. yes, this darn thing closed
up on me and I can't get it open. Please let me out and I won't say a thing
about you being here" she pleaded.
Sue smiled wickedly and put forth a proposition "tell ya what, you tell
me where the Lambda cabin is located and I'll get you out of there. Now
that's a pretty good deal isn't it ?"
Maggie began to get angry again. She wasn't about to make a deal with a
Theta bimbo, especially one who broken into Lambda House in the first place.
And the location of the cabin was one of Lambda's most closely guarded
secrets.
"Who the hell do you think you are ?" she bellowed, "...first you break
in here like a thief, and now you want me to tell you everything ? I don't
think so !" Maggie finished.
"I didn't think you'd see it my way. Not right now anyway. Well, if
you reconsider, just give me a shout." With that Sue walked away. Maggie
tried to follow her but her vision, and most everything else, was restricted
by the position she was in.
"HEY !, Where are you going ??" she screamed. Maggie got no response
and wrongfully assumed that the redhead was leaving her trapped in the
basement until her sisters returned from the weekend party.
Suddenly, Maggie felt a tugging at the laces to her tennis shoe. At
first, she feared that mice might be nibbling at them, but then she felt the
same tugging on her other shoe.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ???" she screamed angrily.
Sue had nonchalantly squatted on the floor by the end of the bed where
Maggie's legs stuck out. Grinning wickedly, and humming contentedly to
herself, she was delicately plucking at the girl's shoe laces; slowly untying
them and unlacing the tennis shoes.
"DAMN YOU !!! STOP THAT !!! LET ME OUT OF HERE !!!" she screamed.
"All you have to do is tell me where the cabin is" Sue sang playfully,
"...then I'll let you out of there".
Maggie's protests and pleadings died in her throat as she steadfastly
refused to be bullied by a Theta. She hoped that it wouldn't be that much
longer and one of her sisters would return to her rescue.
Chuckling to herself, and feeling a wicked sensuality building up in
her, Sue continued to draw the laces from Maggie's shoes until they both lay
before her on the cement floor. With one finger, she pulled at the heel of
the left shoe and watched in satisfaction as it dropped to the floor. "Oooooh
! Goodness ! You've lost one of your shoes !!!!" Sue teased evilly.
"CUT THAT OUT !!!!!" Maggie screamed again, "YOU PUT MY SHOE BACK ON
RIGHT NOW !!!!"
Sue ignored the empty threat but couldn't help but be even more excited
by the brunette's predicament. She wondered idly if the girl had any idea
what she intended to do. Still humming, she pulled at the heel of the right
shoe. Maggie tried desperately to keep her shoe on by wriggling her foot in
a vain attempt to keep it wedged in place. But without laces the loose shoe
followed its mate and dropped to the cold cement floor. "My my...now you've
lost your other shoe too !!!" Sue said with a little giggle.
Sue ignored Maggie's vehement protests. Using her long fingernails like
pincers, she deftly plucked the spandex foot straps from Maggie's arches and
let the elastic material snap back against the back of her heels. Then,
starting on the left, she snared the toe of the girl's sock and gently began
tugging downward.
"And what do we have under here ?" Sue hummed, hugely enjoying the slow
teasing and feeling of ultimate power she held over the trapped Lambda.
A niggling fear began to grow at the back of Margaret's mind as she felt
her sock being pulled off. She hadn't figured out yet what Sue intended to
do, but she knew it wouldn't bode well for her. She felt cold air hit the
bare skin of her sole as the first sock was stripped from her foot and felt
the beginning tugs on the other one.
In fearful desperation, she tried pleading with her captor. "Please...
let me out of here" she whined, "...I'll never tell anyone that you were
here...". Fearful visions of sharp pins or hot match tips paraded through
Maggie's paranoia.
"Oh, but I want you to tell..." Sue teased, "...I want you to tell me
where the cabin is" she said playfully as she dropped the other sock to the
floor.
Maggie wiggled her feet in vain in an attempt to either break free or
draw them into the relative protection of the mattress. Both efforts were
completely ineffectual and her bare feet remained vulnerable to Sue's
designs.
"You know..." Sue began in her teasing fashion, "...I just bet these
soft, tender, bare feet of yours are just the slightest bit ticklish. How
much you want to bet ?"
A growing terror consumed Maggie's being. She knew how ticklish her
feet were but never thought this girl would resort to tickle-torture to learn
the whereabouts of the cabin. She was so filled with a fear of being held
helpless while another girl tickled her feet that she was about to spout the
location of the cabin. She never got the chance.
With a perfectly wicked, sensuous gleam in her eye, Sue slowly drew her
long fingernails across Maggie's naked, defenseless soles !
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! Maggie giggled
as those uncontrollable sensations were transmitted throughout her body !
She wiggled and wriggled her feet but couldn't pull them away from Susan's
tortuous tickling fingers. She tried to scream in protest but could only
scream with laughter as the redhead tickled her helpless bare feet !
Susan delighted in finding every possible ticklish area of the
brunette's bare feet. She tickled under the toes, across the soles, over the
tops, and behind the heels. It wasn't long before she had Maggie sobbing
quietly with uncontrollable laughter.
"A few more minutes of this..." Sue said to herself, "and this little
nerd will tell me anything ! But I'm having far too much fun to stop now !"
At this point, Maggie would have told the redhead anything she wanted to
know. The awful tickling had stripped away any resistance and self-respect
she had ever possessed.
Sue continued to tickle Maggie's feet until the poor girl was literally
sobbing from the torment. But the feeling of power that so consumed her took
control and refused to let her stop.
As Maggie tried valiantly to catch her breath and stop the incessant
laughter that welled up from her tummy, Sue stood, grabbed both spandex foot
straps, and heaved mightily.
Maggie first felt the jerk upon her shoulders but couldn't assimilate
what was being done to her. She next felt it on her biceps, accompanied by
the sound of stressed fabric tearing and parting. Only then was she
beginning to catch her breath and blink the laugh tears from her eyes. When
she felt the third jerk, she watched in horror as her spandex aerobics outfit
disappeared from her arms ! She felt it slide down her sides, over her buns,
and across the back of her legs before she realized she had been stripped of
her clothing !
Sue strutted back to the front of the bed-trap, holding Maggie's spandex
suit like a trophy, and waved it in front of her horror-filled eyes.
"Did you lose something ?" she teased. "My goodness, you're naked
aren't you ?"
In horrified embarrassment, Maggie tried to cover her breasts which were
dangling just out of the mattress. A deep crimson flush started at her milky
white breasts and suffused her shoulders, neck and face.
"Well, seeing as you aren't using this..." Sue said as she regarded the
spandex, "... let's see if I can't put it to good use."
With a loud "RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP !!!!" Sue tore the suit in half.
Smiling evilly, she proceeded to tear each half into quarters. Ever so
calmly, she made a loop out of one of the quarters and snared one of Maggie's
flailing wrists. With the elastic spandex, she jerked Maggie's left arm into
the air and tied it off to the raised end of the bed. She repeated this
procedure with the brunette's right arm until she had the girl trussed
upward. In this position, the horrified Maggie found herself arched upward,
her large breasts hanging freely in the cool air.
"OOOOOOH ! I bet those are ticklish too, aren't they ?" Sue teased. She
rummaged around in one of the boxes and produced an old paint brush which she
dangled in front of the brunette's terror-filled eyes. "Let's just find out,
shall we ??"
The first kiss of the bristles across her nipples made Maggie twitch and
giggle uncontrollably. Try as she might, she couldn't wiggle out of the
range of the brush. Soon those giggles became deeper belly laughs that the
brunette was unable to stop. It seemed her breasts were nearly as ticklish
as her bare feet !
Sue licked her lips lustily as she watched Maggie's nipples grow and
stiffen into hard little nubs. Each pass of the brush made the girl wriggle
and laugh and made Susan grow more excited.
Despite the terror that filled her tortured mind and the unbearable
tickling that reduced her to a helpless kitten, a sensuous warmth was
spreading from Maggie's ticklish tits, across her flat tummy and down into
her loins. One corner of her mind looked on disgustedly as it realized she
was becoming sexually excited from this ticklish torture. Her kicking legs
did little to alleviate the feeling; rather, her rubbing thighs served to
intensify the glow she felt building below.
When Sue had tickled Maggie into another fit of soundless sobs, she left
the girls bobbling breasts and moved back to the foot of the bed.
With the remainder of Maggie's now destroyed aerobics outfit, Sue bound
each of the brunette's ankles to the top of the bed. Elevated as they were,
Maggie's wriggling bare feet were now turned invitingly up, presenting the
wrinkled soles to her as if they were a gift.
Sue was beginning to get incredibly excited by now and resisted the urge
to rub her own steaming snatch into a state of blissful explosion. With her
blood roaring deliciously in her temples, Sue rummaged around in some boxes
and returned with an old ball-point pen. Testing it on her palm, she
verified that the implement would still write; a very nice shade of blue at
that.
"Just so you don't forget who's the boss around here,"Sue commented to
the blubbering brunette, "I think we'll leave a little reminder for you !"
Sue had intended to draw the Theta's Greek letters on the bottoms of
Maggie's feet, but the second she touched the point of the pen to the smooth
soles Maggie began shrieking once again in uncontrollable laughter. Her
violently wriggling feet made it very difficult to render very neat letters !
Sue was beginning to get light headed. Her blood was raging in her
veins from the excitement and she felt she'd burst at any moment. She also
knew that the helpless, gibbering brunette would now tell her anything she
would
ever want to know.
A flip of her wrist was all it took to release the bar that held the bed
in its upright position. With a loud CLANG ! and groaning of old springs,
the bed flopped open before her.
With wrists and ankles securely bound to the four corners, Margaret's
nude body splayed out spread-eagled on the old bed. This sensuous display
of her enemy naked and helpless before her was too much for Sue's overtaxed
libido.
Leaning weakly against a joist for support, Sue moaned softly as her
body vibrated with a muscle wracking orgasm ! With her eyes squeezed tightly
shut and her mouth wide open in ecstasy, her hands spastically rubbed herself
as wave after wave of incredible pleasure made her body jerk and shudder.
Minutes later, after the glorious feelings had subsided, Sue looked
through misty eyes at the sight that remained before her.
Still blubbering and giggling like an idiot, Maggie was trying
desperately to reveal the location of the cabin. Weakly she pulled at her
bonds. It did not gain her freedom, but set her buns to jiggling deliciously
in Susan's eyes.
Retrieving the paint brush, she began tracing the bristles playfully
across the very tender skin of Maggie's tush and exposed inner thighs.
Even though she felt she could endure no more of this delicious torture,
Maggie's body responded as jolts of teasing hilarity contracted the muscles
of her tummy and forced raw, raspy belly laughs from her dry throat.
"NO NO !!!... PLEASE !!!!.... NOT THERE !!!! DON'T TICKLE ME THERE !!!!
EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE !!!!!" Maggie squealed pleadingly.
Despite her shame and humiliation, Maggie became more and more excited
as each bristle caressed her tenderest spots. Unbidden waves of pleasure
began to build within her, threatening to wash her over the edge into
blissful oblivion.
Sue could see that the brunette was indeed becoming sexually aroused by
her ticklish teasing and used her brush in a most effective manner. Slowly,
with just the lightest kiss of the bristles, Sue teased and tickled the curly
brown hairs at the center of Maggie's being. When she felt the Lambda was at
the very edge, she rested the end of the bristles on Maggie's engorged love-
button and began raking her long nails up and down the girl's captive left
sole !
Loud squeals of hilarious laughter exploded from Maggie's lips ! In one
instant she was caught up in the uncontrollable feelings Sue's foot tickling
produced and in the next, overcome by the glorious waves of pleasure that the
brush produced.
Sobbing and squealing like a deranged idiot, Maggie felt the muscles of
her stomach tighten and release in a roller coaster ride of orgasmic delight
! Again and again her body was wracked by violent shudders as she jerked and
twitched in uncontrolled bliss ! Finally, when her tortured mind could stand
no more, she swooned into a blissful oblivion never before experienced in her
life !
Sue was more than pleased with the results of her efforts. The
exhausted girl instantly revealed the location of the cabin in a torrent of
pleading words when Sue playfully waved the paint brush in front of her face.
As she untied the helplessly weak brunette, she warned her that she'd better
not tell anyone of what happened this day.
"If I hear that one word leaks out about this, I'll make sure that every
single individual in this school knows not only how helplessly ticklish you
are, but that it turns you on like nothing they've ever seen before ! Before
you know it, everyone on campus will be trying to get you into very ticklish
situations !"
Nodding her understanding, Margaret weakly crawled to the stairs and
moved as quickly as she could away from the Theta.
"....so we never have anything to fear from Old Iron Britches again"
Alicia finished.
"Sounds to me like we should call her 'Hot Pants' now" Bernadette said
with a sly smile.
