Lois drank greedily from the water cooler in her office as droplets
of perspiration dribbled slowly down her forehead, cheeks, and arms and
stained her spandex aerobics outfit with dark, moist stains. These long aerobic
sessions drained the redhead but always gave her a full measure of much
needed exercise and helped keep her muscular body toned and fit. As over-
heated as she was, the ice cold water shocked her system somewhat and made
her head spin dizzily.
"WHEW !" she thought, "...I've never been this tired after a workout
before".
Gratefully, she slumped onto the overstuffed leather couch in her
office; hoping to regain a little strength before the girl's wrestling
team met in two hours.
"Those young ladies have become far too complacent and indolent
recently..." she murmured as she drifted off into a fitful nap, "... a
stern coaching session this evening will remotivate them...."
Snapping the cap back in place on her vial, Margaret backed farther
into the shadows and left through the back door of the Phys Ed coach's office.
With quiet stealth she had emptied the contents of the vial into Lois
Lee's water cooler without being detected. Even now she knew the
depressant/aphrodisiac concoction was racing through that damned redhead's
veins ! A smile of evil satisfaction creased her face as she made her way
to the girl's locker room; a pre-recorded cassette tape clutched tightly in
her hand.
With the keys she'd stolen from Lois' desk, Margaret unlocked the
door to the girl's locker room and stole inside before any of the wrestling
team was due to arrive for practice. Quietly and efficiently, she replaced the
cassette tape in the girls' deck with the one in her hand; its subliminal
messages would program the army she would need for the redhead's
comeuppance.
Before leaving, she emptied the remainder of her vial into the girls'
water cooler and snickered with an insane, evil smile.
The girl's wrestling team milled about aimlessly in the gym awaiting
the arrival of the Phys Ed Professor. In the background, the soft music from
the girls' locker room was playing; having been piped in from their sound
system. Groggily, Lois moved into the gym and made her way to the mats. She had
never felt this way after an aerobics workout before. Her head was
spinning crazily, her heart was pounding unusually fast, and a sensuous warm glow
emanated from her loins to every part of her body.
"All right ladies..." she said with apparent disinterest, "...let's
gather 'round the mat and pay attention."
Lois moved to the center of the large collection of mats and waited
somewhat impatiently as the girls gathered around her in a loose circle.
"Funny," she thought, "...they've never appeared so intent nor interested
before".
All twenty of the women had their eyes glued to the svelte redhead;
lasciviously drinking in her amazon beauty and creating wicked fantasies
involving their coach in their drug-sotted, pre-programmed minds.
"I've noticed a lack of concentration and application of the basics
in your styles recently..." Lois began, "...and today we will work some of
this slovenly technique out of you !"
With evil intent, the girls' eyes remained fixed on the redhead, who
fidgeted somewhat nervously at the vehemence and determination she saw
there. "You there, Barbara, come up here and show us all how you do a take down
from a standing position."
Barbara, a busty black haired girl of Hispanic descent, sauntered
insolently to the center of the mat and stood ready; shaking her hands to
loosen her muscles and prepare for her assault. For her, the subliminal
messages the tape contained were unnecessary and only amplified her own
dormant urges; she had her own burning desire to dominate and subjugate
the haughty redheaded professor.
Lois stretched her arms wide, fingers splayed, as she prepared to
counter the girl's first attack. Her plan was to snare whichever arm the
girl put forward, rotate, and execute a perfect hip throw; following
Barbara to the mat for the pin.
Barbara moved forward and extended her left arm as if going for a
shoulder grab to execute a half nelson. As she moved in close enough,
Lois grabbed her left arm and tried to spin.
Why was she moving so slowly ? Lois wondered. It felt as if her
lower body were immersed in maple syrup.
Barbara was not that slow. Letting Lois grab her left arm, she shot
her right arm down, slithered her hand in between Lois' thighs, grabbed a
healthy handful of the redhead's pert ass, and lifted her bodily from the mat !
With a spin and a crash, Barbara slammed the unprepared redhead
facedown to the mat. Explosively, her breath was forced from her body and her
green eyes bugged wide in amazed surprise !
"uuuuuuuuuuHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Lois gasped as she tried unsuccessfully
to draw much needed oxygen into her lungs.
Barbara pounced on the gasping redhead and body-slammed her across
the small of her back. What little breath she had managed to regain was once
again expelled as her diaphragm collapsed and she flopped feebly and
weakly under the buxom brunette's body.
Barbara snatched Lois' right wrist and bent the larger woman's arm up
painfully behind her back, keeping the floundering coach pinned face down
to the spongy mat. With a nod, she signalled the remainder of the team to
move in.
Lois' mind reeled in shock and misunderstanding. How could this girl
have so easily lifted her and pinned her to the mat in the first throw ?
Pain shot through her doubled up arm as she tried in vain to break the
brunette's grip and regain a position of advantage.
Lois was unaware of the approach of the rest of the team until she
felt her ankles clamped in the strong, two-handed grips of some of her
students. Weakly she tried to struggle against it but could not break her arm free
nor wrestle her legs from the girls behind her.
Confusion ran rampant through her addled mind, preventing the
awareness that her Nike's were being untied until she felt them popped from her
feet. Even then, the importance of that fact eluded her until she felt her white
socks sliding down as the girls peeled them off. Lois struggled as wildly
as she could under the circumstances but could do nothing save wiggle and
wriggle her now bare feet in the air.
As suddenly as the breath had exploded from her lungs when she hit
the mat, loud screeches of squealing laughter tore unstoppable from her throat
!
"HEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! NOOOOO !!!
PLEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA !!!!" Lois' screams echoed from the
walls of the gym.
Two of her students had positioned themselves next to those that held
her ankles so firmly and were wickedly raking their long nails up and down
the soft tender soles of Lois' very sensitive bare feet ! At the first
explosion of helpless laughter, they intensified their efforts, making
sure that every ticklish nook and cranny of the redhead's naked feet were
deliciously and evilly tickle-tortured !
Wildly, Lois' mind raced as her conscious thought processes began
slipping away. "Why are my feet so ticklish ??" she wondered madly as she
continued to scream her ticklish plight to all within earshot. Gales of
hilarious, tortured laughter filled the gym as each touch of a manicured
nail sent electric jolts of irrepressible titillation coursing through her
nervous system.
As helpless as a kitten in the grip of her tickling students, Lois
was unaware that two more of the women were peeling the spandex of her
aerobics outfit down over her creamy white shoulders ! As soon as they had the
straps free of her arms, two more girls took possession of the redhead's wrists
and stretched her muscled arms out painfully in front of her. Freed from her
duties as subduer, Barbara helped the other girls peel the spandex suit
down over the coach's laughter jiggled buns and down towards her captured
ankles.
Alternately, the aerobics outfit was popped from one ankle while the
other nude foot was savagely tickled, then the procedure was repeated for
the other side until the squealing redhead lay spread-eagled nude upon the
blue foam rubber mat.
Lois' clothing was whisked away by one of her students while Barbara
orchestrated the rest in turning the nude, giggling redhead over onto her
back and once again stretching her weakened limbs out in a severe spread-
eagle formation.
Lois' ribs stood out in stark relief on her taut, svelte torso and a
sheen of thin perspiration coated her entire body. To the girls' delight,
they noticed that the redhead's full white breasts sported turgid, hard
nipples of sexual excitement !
Eagerly, they moved in to ravage the ticklishly helpless coach and
attacked every exposed portion of her milky white skin.
Fingernails caressed her arms, dallied playfully in her smooth
armpits, stroked her jiggling breasts, and dug in torturously at her vulnerable
ribcage.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!" Lois squealed
fitfully as every possible part of her body was tickle-tortured by the
girls' wrestling team.
Weak beyond any resistance, the redhead was forced to endure their
hilarious assault for a full thirty minutes until her cries were hoarse,
guttural grunts of forced laughter. Despite her exhaustion, Lois could
feel her pulse pounding in her temples, nipples, and loins as her libido was
forced into unexpected arousal.
Her tormenters ceased their assault for a few precious moments and
Lois gratefully sucked much needed oxygen into her strained lungs.
Barbara leaned over with evil glee and whispered into the redhead's
ear, "You really love being tickled until your helplessly silly, don't you Ms.
Lee ?" she taunted.
Weakly, Lois shook her head from side to side, hoping to negate any
further assaults upon her vulnerable, nude body.
"Ohhhhh, now there's no point in lying to me..." Barb teased, "...I
see how hard your nipples are and how slickly wet that furry red mound of
yours
is".
Lois continued to shake her head in denial as the brunette continued
to verbally taunt her.
"I'll just bet you'd love being tickled there, wouldn't you ?" she
asked playfully as she signalled to one of her teammates.
A pert young blonde undulated towards the mat. In her hands, she
carried at least ten long, stiff, feathers with fluffy plumage and hard
sharp quills. Eagerly she distributed these tools of tickling torment to the
waiting team.
At a nod from Barbara, her teammates each used their feather to prod,
tease, and tickle their own little portion of the nude redhead's sensitive
body. Feathers were drawn teasingly between Lois' wriggling toes as sharp
quills were delicately scraped across her wrinkling heels and soles.
Fronds were passed across her nubbin-like nipples and traced around her large
aerolas. Feathers probed her armpits and teased her quivering thighs and
kneepits while others dug sensuously into her navel.
Lois writhed in ecstatic agony as her sensitive body was ticklishly
assailed from every direction. Hoarse laughs, tittering giggles, and
throaty moans fought with each other to escape her raspy throat. Her body
rebelled against her mental recalcitrance and betrayed her; overcome by her
steaming libido which dominated all reason and threatened to shove her over the
brink of unrecoverable ecstasy.
Caught in the throes of an escalating rapture, Lois wriggled and
twisted as the girls tickled her into complete subjugation. Her last vestiges of
control and rebellion were lost when Barbara used her feather to dust the
wispy, curly red hairs that so beautifully framed Lois' steaming mound.
Flicking gently, the brunette grazed the gentle fronds up and down
the redhead's moistly pouting lips, eliciting jerks and groans of a lustful
intensity that quickly threatened to explode into a crescendo of orgiastic
delight.
Lois began to bump and grind in a severe spastic motion as her body
took complete control of her mind. Screaming with delightful agony, Lois
gyrated wildly as massive waves of intense pleasure rocked her tortured muscles.
In complete abandon, the amazon of State College surrendered her stoic
reserves to the teasing ministrations of her students and passed out mercifully
into blissful oblivion.
Margaret stopped the recording as the girls filed obediently out of
the gym, leaving the nude body of the Phys Ed Coach in a smiling, sweaty heap
upon the mats. From the dark recesses of the gym's rafters she'd had a
most excellent and unobstructed view.
"She'll have a sweet time explaining why she was running around the
halls nude..." Margaret thought, "...and she'll have an even harder time
explaining this video when I put it on the campus TV station". Her evil
grin foretold worse things to come for her enemies as she stole quietly from
the gym.
of perspiration dribbled slowly down her forehead, cheeks, and arms and
stained her spandex aerobics outfit with dark, moist stains. These long aerobic
sessions drained the redhead but always gave her a full measure of much
needed exercise and helped keep her muscular body toned and fit. As over-
heated as she was, the ice cold water shocked her system somewhat and made
her head spin dizzily.
"WHEW !" she thought, "...I've never been this tired after a workout
before".
Gratefully, she slumped onto the overstuffed leather couch in her
office; hoping to regain a little strength before the girl's wrestling
team met in two hours.
"Those young ladies have become far too complacent and indolent
recently..." she murmured as she drifted off into a fitful nap, "... a
stern coaching session this evening will remotivate them...."
Snapping the cap back in place on her vial, Margaret backed farther
into the shadows and left through the back door of the Phys Ed coach's office.
With quiet stealth she had emptied the contents of the vial into Lois
Lee's water cooler without being detected. Even now she knew the
depressant/aphrodisiac concoction was racing through that damned redhead's
veins ! A smile of evil satisfaction creased her face as she made her way
to the girl's locker room; a pre-recorded cassette tape clutched tightly in
her hand.
With the keys she'd stolen from Lois' desk, Margaret unlocked the
door to the girl's locker room and stole inside before any of the wrestling
team was due to arrive for practice. Quietly and efficiently, she replaced the
cassette tape in the girls' deck with the one in her hand; its subliminal
messages would program the army she would need for the redhead's
comeuppance.
Before leaving, she emptied the remainder of her vial into the girls'
water cooler and snickered with an insane, evil smile.
The girl's wrestling team milled about aimlessly in the gym awaiting
the arrival of the Phys Ed Professor. In the background, the soft music from
the girls' locker room was playing; having been piped in from their sound
system. Groggily, Lois moved into the gym and made her way to the mats. She had
never felt this way after an aerobics workout before. Her head was
spinning crazily, her heart was pounding unusually fast, and a sensuous warm glow
emanated from her loins to every part of her body.
"All right ladies..." she said with apparent disinterest, "...let's
gather 'round the mat and pay attention."
Lois moved to the center of the large collection of mats and waited
somewhat impatiently as the girls gathered around her in a loose circle.
"Funny," she thought, "...they've never appeared so intent nor interested
before".
All twenty of the women had their eyes glued to the svelte redhead;
lasciviously drinking in her amazon beauty and creating wicked fantasies
involving their coach in their drug-sotted, pre-programmed minds.
"I've noticed a lack of concentration and application of the basics
in your styles recently..." Lois began, "...and today we will work some of
this slovenly technique out of you !"
With evil intent, the girls' eyes remained fixed on the redhead, who
fidgeted somewhat nervously at the vehemence and determination she saw
there. "You there, Barbara, come up here and show us all how you do a take down
from a standing position."
Barbara, a busty black haired girl of Hispanic descent, sauntered
insolently to the center of the mat and stood ready; shaking her hands to
loosen her muscles and prepare for her assault. For her, the subliminal
messages the tape contained were unnecessary and only amplified her own
dormant urges; she had her own burning desire to dominate and subjugate
the haughty redheaded professor.
Lois stretched her arms wide, fingers splayed, as she prepared to
counter the girl's first attack. Her plan was to snare whichever arm the
girl put forward, rotate, and execute a perfect hip throw; following
Barbara to the mat for the pin.
Barbara moved forward and extended her left arm as if going for a
shoulder grab to execute a half nelson. As she moved in close enough,
Lois grabbed her left arm and tried to spin.
Why was she moving so slowly ? Lois wondered. It felt as if her
lower body were immersed in maple syrup.
Barbara was not that slow. Letting Lois grab her left arm, she shot
her right arm down, slithered her hand in between Lois' thighs, grabbed a
healthy handful of the redhead's pert ass, and lifted her bodily from the mat !
With a spin and a crash, Barbara slammed the unprepared redhead
facedown to the mat. Explosively, her breath was forced from her body and her
green eyes bugged wide in amazed surprise !
"uuuuuuuuuuHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Lois gasped as she tried unsuccessfully
to draw much needed oxygen into her lungs.
Barbara pounced on the gasping redhead and body-slammed her across
the small of her back. What little breath she had managed to regain was once
again expelled as her diaphragm collapsed and she flopped feebly and
weakly under the buxom brunette's body.
Barbara snatched Lois' right wrist and bent the larger woman's arm up
painfully behind her back, keeping the floundering coach pinned face down
to the spongy mat. With a nod, she signalled the remainder of the team to
move in.
Lois' mind reeled in shock and misunderstanding. How could this girl
have so easily lifted her and pinned her to the mat in the first throw ?
Pain shot through her doubled up arm as she tried in vain to break the
brunette's grip and regain a position of advantage.
Lois was unaware of the approach of the rest of the team until she
felt her ankles clamped in the strong, two-handed grips of some of her
students. Weakly she tried to struggle against it but could not break her arm free
nor wrestle her legs from the girls behind her.
Confusion ran rampant through her addled mind, preventing the
awareness that her Nike's were being untied until she felt them popped from her
feet. Even then, the importance of that fact eluded her until she felt her white
socks sliding down as the girls peeled them off. Lois struggled as wildly
as she could under the circumstances but could do nothing save wiggle and
wriggle her now bare feet in the air.
As suddenly as the breath had exploded from her lungs when she hit
the mat, loud screeches of squealing laughter tore unstoppable from her throat
!
"HEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!! NOOOOO !!!
PLEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA !!!!" Lois' screams echoed from the
walls of the gym.
Two of her students had positioned themselves next to those that held
her ankles so firmly and were wickedly raking their long nails up and down
the soft tender soles of Lois' very sensitive bare feet ! At the first
explosion of helpless laughter, they intensified their efforts, making
sure that every ticklish nook and cranny of the redhead's naked feet were
deliciously and evilly tickle-tortured !
Wildly, Lois' mind raced as her conscious thought processes began
slipping away. "Why are my feet so ticklish ??" she wondered madly as she
continued to scream her ticklish plight to all within earshot. Gales of
hilarious, tortured laughter filled the gym as each touch of a manicured
nail sent electric jolts of irrepressible titillation coursing through her
nervous system.
As helpless as a kitten in the grip of her tickling students, Lois
was unaware that two more of the women were peeling the spandex of her
aerobics outfit down over her creamy white shoulders ! As soon as they had the
straps free of her arms, two more girls took possession of the redhead's wrists
and stretched her muscled arms out painfully in front of her. Freed from her
duties as subduer, Barbara helped the other girls peel the spandex suit
down over the coach's laughter jiggled buns and down towards her captured
ankles.
Alternately, the aerobics outfit was popped from one ankle while the
other nude foot was savagely tickled, then the procedure was repeated for
the other side until the squealing redhead lay spread-eagled nude upon the
blue foam rubber mat.
Lois' clothing was whisked away by one of her students while Barbara
orchestrated the rest in turning the nude, giggling redhead over onto her
back and once again stretching her weakened limbs out in a severe spread-
eagle formation.
Lois' ribs stood out in stark relief on her taut, svelte torso and a
sheen of thin perspiration coated her entire body. To the girls' delight,
they noticed that the redhead's full white breasts sported turgid, hard
nipples of sexual excitement !
Eagerly, they moved in to ravage the ticklishly helpless coach and
attacked every exposed portion of her milky white skin.
Fingernails caressed her arms, dallied playfully in her smooth
armpits, stroked her jiggling breasts, and dug in torturously at her vulnerable
ribcage.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!" Lois squealed
fitfully as every possible part of her body was tickle-tortured by the
girls' wrestling team.
Weak beyond any resistance, the redhead was forced to endure their
hilarious assault for a full thirty minutes until her cries were hoarse,
guttural grunts of forced laughter. Despite her exhaustion, Lois could
feel her pulse pounding in her temples, nipples, and loins as her libido was
forced into unexpected arousal.
Her tormenters ceased their assault for a few precious moments and
Lois gratefully sucked much needed oxygen into her strained lungs.
Barbara leaned over with evil glee and whispered into the redhead's
ear, "You really love being tickled until your helplessly silly, don't you Ms.
Lee ?" she taunted.
Weakly, Lois shook her head from side to side, hoping to negate any
further assaults upon her vulnerable, nude body.
"Ohhhhh, now there's no point in lying to me..." Barb teased, "...I
see how hard your nipples are and how slickly wet that furry red mound of
yours
is".
Lois continued to shake her head in denial as the brunette continued
to verbally taunt her.
"I'll just bet you'd love being tickled there, wouldn't you ?" she
asked playfully as she signalled to one of her teammates.
A pert young blonde undulated towards the mat. In her hands, she
carried at least ten long, stiff, feathers with fluffy plumage and hard
sharp quills. Eagerly she distributed these tools of tickling torment to the
waiting team.
At a nod from Barbara, her teammates each used their feather to prod,
tease, and tickle their own little portion of the nude redhead's sensitive
body. Feathers were drawn teasingly between Lois' wriggling toes as sharp
quills were delicately scraped across her wrinkling heels and soles.
Fronds were passed across her nubbin-like nipples and traced around her large
aerolas. Feathers probed her armpits and teased her quivering thighs and
kneepits while others dug sensuously into her navel.
Lois writhed in ecstatic agony as her sensitive body was ticklishly
assailed from every direction. Hoarse laughs, tittering giggles, and
throaty moans fought with each other to escape her raspy throat. Her body
rebelled against her mental recalcitrance and betrayed her; overcome by her
steaming libido which dominated all reason and threatened to shove her over the
brink of unrecoverable ecstasy.
Caught in the throes of an escalating rapture, Lois wriggled and
twisted as the girls tickled her into complete subjugation. Her last vestiges of
control and rebellion were lost when Barbara used her feather to dust the
wispy, curly red hairs that so beautifully framed Lois' steaming mound.
Flicking gently, the brunette grazed the gentle fronds up and down
the redhead's moistly pouting lips, eliciting jerks and groans of a lustful
intensity that quickly threatened to explode into a crescendo of orgiastic
delight.
Lois began to bump and grind in a severe spastic motion as her body
took complete control of her mind. Screaming with delightful agony, Lois
gyrated wildly as massive waves of intense pleasure rocked her tortured muscles.
In complete abandon, the amazon of State College surrendered her stoic
reserves to the teasing ministrations of her students and passed out mercifully
into blissful oblivion.
Margaret stopped the recording as the girls filed obediently out of
the gym, leaving the nude body of the Phys Ed Coach in a smiling, sweaty heap
upon the mats. From the dark recesses of the gym's rafters she'd had a
most excellent and unobstructed view.
"She'll have a sweet time explaining why she was running around the
halls nude..." Margaret thought, "...and she'll have an even harder time
explaining this video when I put it on the campus TV station". Her evil
grin foretold worse things to come for her enemies as she stole quietly from
the gym.
