"Thanks so much, I really really appreciate it!" Julie Taylor's
gratitude was genuine for a change, her degrading predicament
(exhibited in stocks and pillory in public view) notwithstanding. She
was talking to three pretty young coeds, two of who had already
performed a very perfunctory tickling of Julie's big bare feet.
"I totally sympathize!" replied a pretty redhead, selecting a
feather, "And I thought our sorority fucked us over! I don't know how
you can deal with this. My feet are like so totally ticklish ... I'd
go crazy! Are you ready? Here goes.". The redhead swished the feather twice lightly across Julie's soles, extending prominently out from the stocks. Even this minimal stimulation caused the tall blonde to wriggle her long toes and giggle lightly. "Ooooooh ... hee hee hee ... that does tickle ..." Julie tittered, then composing herself, "Listen thanks again. I really do appreciate it. Some people have been such assholes about this, I appreciate you going easy.".
"Right ..." replied one of the coeds, "So listen ... good luck, okay?"
The coed absentmindedly extended her hand withour considering Julie's
situation. After an awkward moment, she reached up and
gingerly "shook" Julie's right hand, extending out from the
pillory. "We'll see you around campus. Good luck, okay." added the
redhead, "Bye!"
As she watched the girls walk off, Julie felt something like a glimmer
of optimism. "That's six!" she noted mentally, "I can get though
this! I just hope that there are more like them. I mean ... what is
wrong with people? Can't they see this is meant as a fucking joke?
Why do they have to be such assholes? If I was ...".
"Mmmmmm ... mmmm ... mmmm ... what in the HELL is this all about?",
Julie was startled out of her thought. Standing before her was a
big tall woman, about 35 years old and well over two hundred
pounds, a dissaproving smirk on her face - Brenda Miller, a secretary in the Student Services Department of the University. Almost hourly, Brenda had to listen to the whiny complaints of spoiled students who needed help wiping their own asses. And the stuck up sorority girls were the worst - she'd just lost a boyfriend to one of these haughty bitches. "If you're this hard up for attention, girl, I don't know what!". The woman's tone troubled Julie but she needed ... "visitors", so to speak.
"Hi" Julie started cheerfully, "My name's Julie and I'm pledging a
sorority ... would you like to tickle my feet?".
"What? Tickle your feet? Now why in the hell do I want to be touching your nasty old feet?"
"Y-You don't have to touch them ..." replied Julie, "You just use the
f-f-feather ...". Julie regretted her words immediately as the woman
grinned nastily.
"Well ..." considered Brenda in a condescending tone, "I might have
just a few minutes to spare ...". She stared at Julie's helpless bare
feet. "Damn ... you got big feet. What size?".
"Uhmm ... Eleven?" answered Julie; under the best of circumstances, she was self conscious about the size of her feet (she considered them
ugly) but under these circumstances ... "Eleven D" she added, she
always felt the relative narrowness helped ... a bit ...
"I'm only eight and a half ... double E" replied Brenda haughtily, as
though her own widely splayed feet were "dainty" by comparison, then
choosing a broad firm feather, "Now ... let's check you out ... tickle
tickle tickle ...".
Brenda's strokes were slow and deliberate, meant only to gauge the
blonde's reaction rather than truly torment ... yet! Julie fluttered
her toes uncomfortably. "Ooooohh ... heh heh ... oh, that feels
ticklish ... ooooooh ... heh heh ... well, thank you for participating
and ...".
"I ain't done with you, Miss Thang!" Brenda cut her off, "We are just
getting started ...". Julie's hopeful look was replaced by one of
sheer misery!
Five minutes later ...
"... BWOOOO HOO HOO HA HA HA ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... OH, P-P-
PLEASE ... HA HA HA HA HA ... OH THAT TICKLES ... HA HA HA HA HA ..."
Julie Taylor's voice was a hoarse rasp after what seemed like an
eternity of joyless laughter, her sides ached as irresistable impulses
rocketed from her overstimulated soles to her tormented brain, " ...
AHA HA HA HA ... M-M-MY FEEEEEEEET ... HEE HEE HEE ... OH THEY'RE SO
TICKLISH ... HA HA HA HA HA ... OH, IT TICKLES ... HA HA HA HA HA ...
AHA HA HA HA HA ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAA ...".
Brenda Miller had a contemptuous smile on her face, she was clearly
enjoying the luscious blonde's comic agony. "You sorority bitches think you're all THAT!" she sneered, as she repeated a figure eight pattern over and over on Julie's buttery soft sole, "You ain't even all that ... just some skanky blonde making a damn fool of herself. Well, I've got to go, Slut ... but maybe I'll come check you out again on my lunch? You want that, Slut?".
"Hee hee hee hee ... oh ... oh yes" Julie continued to giggle for long
seconds after the actual tickling had subsided, "Whatever (gasp) ...
whatever you want ... I ... I have to thank you (wheeze) ... thank you
for tickling me ... thanks ..."
"Later, Slut!" laughed Brenda, rising and delivering a loud slap
across Julie's hypestimulated soles which snapped the blonde back to
reality. Julie watched her tormentor sashay off, a triumphant air
about her. "Fucking sadistic bitch!" Julie murmured, then, remembering the camcorder, she fumed in silence. "That was the worst yet!" she seethed to herself, "I'd like to kick her fat ass! And I guarantee ... guarantee ... that those bitches at Tau Kai Lamda are going to pay for this once I'm in!"
Seven ticklers down ... how much more can she take?
gratitude was genuine for a change, her degrading predicament
(exhibited in stocks and pillory in public view) notwithstanding. She
was talking to three pretty young coeds, two of who had already
performed a very perfunctory tickling of Julie's big bare feet.
"I totally sympathize!" replied a pretty redhead, selecting a
feather, "And I thought our sorority fucked us over! I don't know how
you can deal with this. My feet are like so totally ticklish ... I'd
go crazy! Are you ready? Here goes.". The redhead swished the feather twice lightly across Julie's soles, extending prominently out from the stocks. Even this minimal stimulation caused the tall blonde to wriggle her long toes and giggle lightly. "Ooooooh ... hee hee hee ... that does tickle ..." Julie tittered, then composing herself, "Listen thanks again. I really do appreciate it. Some people have been such assholes about this, I appreciate you going easy.".
"Right ..." replied one of the coeds, "So listen ... good luck, okay?"
The coed absentmindedly extended her hand withour considering Julie's
situation. After an awkward moment, she reached up and
gingerly "shook" Julie's right hand, extending out from the
pillory. "We'll see you around campus. Good luck, okay." added the
redhead, "Bye!"
As she watched the girls walk off, Julie felt something like a glimmer
of optimism. "That's six!" she noted mentally, "I can get though
this! I just hope that there are more like them. I mean ... what is
wrong with people? Can't they see this is meant as a fucking joke?
Why do they have to be such assholes? If I was ...".
"Mmmmmm ... mmmm ... mmmm ... what in the HELL is this all about?",
Julie was startled out of her thought. Standing before her was a
big tall woman, about 35 years old and well over two hundred
pounds, a dissaproving smirk on her face - Brenda Miller, a secretary in the Student Services Department of the University. Almost hourly, Brenda had to listen to the whiny complaints of spoiled students who needed help wiping their own asses. And the stuck up sorority girls were the worst - she'd just lost a boyfriend to one of these haughty bitches. "If you're this hard up for attention, girl, I don't know what!". The woman's tone troubled Julie but she needed ... "visitors", so to speak.
"Hi" Julie started cheerfully, "My name's Julie and I'm pledging a
sorority ... would you like to tickle my feet?".
"What? Tickle your feet? Now why in the hell do I want to be touching your nasty old feet?"
"Y-You don't have to touch them ..." replied Julie, "You just use the
f-f-feather ...". Julie regretted her words immediately as the woman
grinned nastily.
"Well ..." considered Brenda in a condescending tone, "I might have
just a few minutes to spare ...". She stared at Julie's helpless bare
feet. "Damn ... you got big feet. What size?".
"Uhmm ... Eleven?" answered Julie; under the best of circumstances, she was self conscious about the size of her feet (she considered them
ugly) but under these circumstances ... "Eleven D" she added, she
always felt the relative narrowness helped ... a bit ...
"I'm only eight and a half ... double E" replied Brenda haughtily, as
though her own widely splayed feet were "dainty" by comparison, then
choosing a broad firm feather, "Now ... let's check you out ... tickle
tickle tickle ...".
Brenda's strokes were slow and deliberate, meant only to gauge the
blonde's reaction rather than truly torment ... yet! Julie fluttered
her toes uncomfortably. "Ooooohh ... heh heh ... oh, that feels
ticklish ... ooooooh ... heh heh ... well, thank you for participating
and ...".
"I ain't done with you, Miss Thang!" Brenda cut her off, "We are just
getting started ...". Julie's hopeful look was replaced by one of
sheer misery!
Five minutes later ...
"... BWOOOO HOO HOO HA HA HA ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA ... OH, P-P-
PLEASE ... HA HA HA HA HA ... OH THAT TICKLES ... HA HA HA HA HA ..."
Julie Taylor's voice was a hoarse rasp after what seemed like an
eternity of joyless laughter, her sides ached as irresistable impulses
rocketed from her overstimulated soles to her tormented brain, " ...
AHA HA HA HA ... M-M-MY FEEEEEEEET ... HEE HEE HEE ... OH THEY'RE SO
TICKLISH ... HA HA HA HA HA ... OH, IT TICKLES ... HA HA HA HA HA ...
AHA HA HA HA HA ... AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAA ...".
Brenda Miller had a contemptuous smile on her face, she was clearly
enjoying the luscious blonde's comic agony. "You sorority bitches think you're all THAT!" she sneered, as she repeated a figure eight pattern over and over on Julie's buttery soft sole, "You ain't even all that ... just some skanky blonde making a damn fool of herself. Well, I've got to go, Slut ... but maybe I'll come check you out again on my lunch? You want that, Slut?".
"Hee hee hee hee ... oh ... oh yes" Julie continued to giggle for long
seconds after the actual tickling had subsided, "Whatever (gasp) ...
whatever you want ... I ... I have to thank you (wheeze) ... thank you
for tickling me ... thanks ..."
"Later, Slut!" laughed Brenda, rising and delivering a loud slap
across Julie's hypestimulated soles which snapped the blonde back to
reality. Julie watched her tormentor sashay off, a triumphant air
about her. "Fucking sadistic bitch!" Julie murmured, then, remembering the camcorder, she fumed in silence. "That was the worst yet!" she seethed to herself, "I'd like to kick her fat ass! And I guarantee ... guarantee ... that those bitches at Tau Kai Lamda are going to pay for this once I'm in!"
Seven ticklers down ... how much more can she take?
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