Sorority Sisters (F/m)

[milagros317]

This is the longest work of tickling fiction that I have ever written. It started out to be just a story, but it grew and grew until it was the length of a book. (Actually, it's over 52,000 words.)

Chapter One, below, will be post number 100,000 for me here on the TMF.

WARNING: This story contains extreme F/m tickle torture, extreme domination, and extreme corporal punishment. If any of that might offend you, then don't read it.

[milagros317]

Sorority Sisters
a novel by Milagros317

All characters in this novel are over 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is a coincidence.

Chapter 1

Tuesday, September 2, 2003

Robert immediately noticed the tall woman who sat down in the row next to him, just to his left. It wasn't her long blonde hair that he noticed, nor her athletic figure. It was her fine long legs, and, in particular, the lovely feet at the end of them.

He knew who she was, of course. Kristine Hansen was the star of the woman's basketball team at Sherman College. Not that any real NCAA basketball fans ever noticed a small private school like Sherman, but on campus everybody knew Kris, the 6'2" center of the women's team.

A computer science major, Robert was finally taking the required social science course to fulfill his core curriculum, a sociology course about crime and deviant behavior. It seemed the least boring of the choices to fill that requirement. He had never had a course with the beautiful basketball star before, which was not surprising. The athletic page of the school newspaper had run a profile of her the year before. It said she was a sociology major, and the Vice President of the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority. This would be about the only class he ever took in which he might see a sociology major. Most of his courses were in computer science or math.

He had never seen her feet before, she always wore white socks and sneakers, or boots in the winter. They were really lovely, although she didn't paint her toenails.

About size 12, Robert thought. He had been noticing women's feet all his life, as long as he could remember, since the age of 4. He had lost more than one girlfriend over the years, with a final remark of "All you want to do is play with my feet!" ringing in his ears.

About size 12, Robert thought again, long toes, but not too long, no blemishes, corns, or calluses that he could see. Toes perfectly aligned, even the pinky toe, which was twisted out of line on most women's feet. High arches, lovely creamy skin on her arches, pinker skin on what he could see of her soles.

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Kristine noticed the short man who was sitting on her right as she sat down. He was staring at her feet from the moment she came into his view. Ah, she thought, another foot guy. A classic nerd, maybe 5'6" and skinny. Maybe he could help with the statistical analysis that would be required for her senior thesis. She couldn't make head or tail of the instructions from the Sociology Department on how to use the statistics software package that they gave her.

Kristine wanted to graduate with Departmental Honors from the Sociology Department. That meant writing a senior thesis. She knew she would have no time to do it once basketball practice started, and the season would extend into early March. So she had written most of it over the summer, before her senior year. Now there remained the statistical analysis of the data she had collected.

As the professor started class, the nerd stopped staring at her feet and paid attention to the lecture. Kristine waited until about 10 minutes before the end of class to drop one sandal off her foot, making sure the the heavy wooden sole hit the floor hard. It had the desired effect, the nerd was staring at her bare foot. She flexed her toes and noticed that he was trembling in his seat. Very good, she thought, he'll do all the statistical work for me, no problem.

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Robert had to snap his attention back to the professor to get the homework assignment at the end of class. After he wrote it down, he looked to his left and saw that Kristine had slipped off her other sandal and was now barefoot. He stayed in his seat, pretending to read his notes, staring at her feet again.

"Excuse me, do you know anything about statistics software packages?"

Robert could hardly believe that she was talking to him. "Yes, I'm a comp sci major," he managed to say.

"Would you have time to show me how to use the statistical analysis package for the the social sciences? It's for my thesis in sociology. It's all written except for that. I have the software they gave me, and I don't know how to use it."

"Sure, any time you want, Kristine, I'll be happy to help."

He was blushing now, and still staring at her bare feet. Kristine smiled and him. "Is tomorrow good for you? Come by the Tau Kappa Lambda house after dinner, come at 8pm tomorrow. I'm an officer of that sorority, and I live there. You have the advantage of me, what's your name?"

"Robert Lamb, glad to meet you. I've seen stories about you on the sports page during basketball season, of course."

"Glad to meet you, Robert," she said, slipping her sandals back on. "I'll leave instructions at the front desk to let you in to our sorority house. My room is 317, on the the third floor. Once you're admitted, come right upstairs."

She got up and saw that he remained seated, so that his erection would not be too obvious, she thought. She patted him on he cheek as she left the classroom.


Wednesday, September 3, 2003

Although he had little interest in sports, Robert went online and read all could about the women's basketball team from Sherman College's own website. He thought that he might as well appear to be a fan, if the subject came up. He already knew that Kristine was 6'2", but he learned from the website that she weighed 170 pounds, came from Dallas, Texas, and wanted to play in the WNBA after she graduated.

Security was tight at the Tau Kappa Lambda house, Robert found. The tall girl at the front desk looked at his student photo ID, looked back up at his face, and phoned upstairs to verify that he was to be allowed in. He recognized her as Barbara Russo, a sophomore on the women's basketball team, described as 6'0" and 165 pounds there.

"You're expected, go on upstairs," she told him finally.

When he knocked on the door of room 317, Kristine called out, "It's not locked, come on in."

She smiled in amusement as he entered, because his first glance was down at her feet, and he looked so disappointed that she was wearing white athletic socks and running shoes. Well, he was here to do work for her, not admire her feet.

"Sit down, and let's get to work," she said, gesturing to the empty chair beside her desk chair.

It took Robert about five minutes to figure out how to use the software package, and about a half hour to explain its use to Kristine, and to explain what the answers meant. He had to look at some theses from previous years that she had thoughtfully provided for him to figure out what kind of analysis the sociology department expected to be done.

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"All those statistical terms are so abstract," said Kristine, "and now that the analysis chapter is pretty much done, could you put it into the proper language for me?"

It wasn't nearly done, but Robert knew that she meant he should write it for her. He agreed readily, saying "Sure, I can bring it to you next week."

Kristine knew better than to ask him to email it, he would clearly write it for her if he could see her again. She did want to find something out before he left. "That will be fine, bring it the same time next week, Wednesday night at 8."

As she said this, she reached around him with both arms, and gave his lower rib cage a brief tickle on both sides. She was amused that he shrieked loudly, and jumped up out of his chair. She withdrew her arms. He had been tickled for maybe two seconds.

He didn't sit back down, but remained standing with his arms protecting his sides, which amused her. He made no move to leave her room yet, though.

"My little brother was ticklish," she said, "but he's all grown up at 19 now, taller than I am. You seem to be just as ticklish as he was."

"I am, but I hate it," he said, "I just can't bear it for long."

"Aww, don't worry," she said, patting his cheek, "I was just being playful. I have other homework to do, so you better be going now."

"See you in class," he said, "and I'll be back next Wednesday with the chapter."


Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Robert arrived promptly at 8pm, was subjected to the same security procedures, and told to go upstairs. He recognized the woman at the security desk at the front door as yet another basketball player, Maria Gomez, a sophomore, he remembered from the team's website, 5'9" tall and 135 pounds.

Knocking at Kristine's door, Robert was told to come in, and was sadly disappointed to see that she was again wearing white athletic socks and sneakers. She was also wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt, but obviously no bra. Her long hair was drawn back in a pony tail. She was not sitting at her desk, but in a reclining chair near the window. She had not reclined it, it was still upright.

"Here's the statistical analysis chapter, both in hard copy and on a disk for you," he said, handing her both from his briefcase.

"Thank you, Bobby," she said, "it was very sweet of you to do it for me." She tossed both onto her bed without getting up from the chair.

"I actually prefer Robert or Bob, but you're very welcome." He made no move to sit down uninvited, but also made no move to leave.

Robert froze as he saw Kristine lift her left foot up and untie that sneaker.

"My feet are so tired, I walked so much today," she remarked, as she pulled off that sneaker, pulled off her left sock, and dropped both of them on the floor beside her chair. She rubbed her now bare left foot on the carpet and noticed Robert blushing.

Robert gathered his courage and decided to exaggerate. "I'm quite good at foot massage," he said. "I took a course in reflexology the summer after Freshman year here because my girlfriend wanted me to give her better foot massages. She swore I was really great after the course."

The only part of that which was true was that he had taken the course. He had had no girlfriend at the time, and took the course in the hopes of getting to touch women's feet. Unfortunately, the class of 20 had had 16 men and 4 women. He had only once managed to be paired with a woman for the day's lesson, a middle-aged woman with bunions and hammer toes.

Kristine smiled, unlaced her right sneaker, took it off, and peeled off her right sock. Now she rubbed both bare feet on the floor.

"I'm going to take a shower later. I'm afraid you wouldn't want to massage my sweaty feet now, you better go," she said.

"I don't mind, not at all, please, I'd be glad to soothe your tired feet," he said.

Kristine reclined the chair, so that her feet were in the air, soles towards Robert. He came forward and sat on the rug at her feet.

"I'm not sure I want to let you do this, Bobby. Let's get some things straight before you begin, it has to be done by my rules." she said. She waggled her feet at him, noting the bulge in his pants as he sat there.

"Of course, your rules, no problem," he said.

"You are to touch me only below the ankles. Only your hands are to touch me, no other part of your body. You are to switch feet or stop only when I tell you to. You are to massage only, if you sneak in a tickle I will break your arm. Agreed, Bobby?"

"Absolutely, agreed," said Robert.

"Hand me the remote, Bobby, and then you may begin."

Robert saw the remote on her desk, got up and got it, handed it to her, and then sat back down at her feet. She put the TV on and began watching a movie as he began to massage her left foot.

Robert massaged as he had been taught, using both thumbs for pressure, working on all of the areas on her sole, one by one, and then gently but firmly rolling her toes. He worked methodically, concentrating on her lovely bare foot. He couldn't believe he was actually touching it, he couldn't believe he was so lucky. Her foot was a bit grimy, with dried sweat on it, he would have greatly preferred to wash it for her first, but he kept his mouth shut about that.

He finished the standard 15 minute routine, but she had not told him to switch feet, so he started it over again. Intent on watching the movie, she made no comment as he continued to massage. After the third cycle, after 45 minutes, his fingers were quite tired and he spoke, making sure to keep massaging as he did so.

"Please, may I get a glass of water, Kristine? Maybe you want one also?"

"You're giving me an adequate massage, but you seem to have little stamina, Bobby," she said. "There's not much point in getting a massage if it only lasts a few minutes. Alright, take a break if you must. Get me a Coke from the fridge, two ice cubes, and get yourself the water you asked for. Drink it before you begin to massage again, I don't want you pausing to take sips. Oh, Bobby, one more thing. On campus, or in class, you can call me Kristine. But when you're here in the sorority house, you are to refer to me as Ms. Hansen and call me Ms. Hansen."

Robert drank some water and made the Coke as she requested.

"Here is your Coke, Ms. Hansen," he said, handing it to her.

"Thank you, Booby. Now massage my right foot. You truly don't mind that my feet are sweaty, straight out of my shoes and socks after a long day? "

"Not at all, Ms. Hansen. You're feet are very lovely and a pleasure to work on."

He sat back down on the rug and massage her right foot, going through cycles of massage over and over again, until he thought his fingers would fall off. When the movie ended, she changed the channel and watched music videos.

"Back to my left foot, it was shortchanged," said Kristine.

Robert began to massage her left foot again, without a word. His fingers were beginning to feel numb, but he made no protest and no move to stop. As she switched channels to watch the 11pm local news, Kristine spoke to him.

"You may stop now, Bobby. That was an adequate massage. I do thank you for taking the time to do it."

"You're most welcome, Ms. Hansen, it was my pleasure."

"Stand up, Bobby, facing me, and put your hands behind your head. Go ahead, do it now!"

Robert did so, and blushed as his erection was quite obvious.

"It is a great pleasure for you, you were telling the truth," she said, and laughed. "Don't be embarrassed, plenty of guys stare at my feet when I'm at the pool or in sandals. Plenty of women do, too, for that matter. Just realize that is your problem, to be dealt with when you get back to your dorm." She had pointed to his groin when she said the word that.

Robert blushed more deeply and said nothing.

"I have a proposition for you, Bobby, take it or leave it. You can come here every Wednesday and Sunday at 8pm to massage my feet. Will you?"

"Yes, Ms. Hansen, I will be very glad to," he answered, still standing with his hands behind his head.

"Very well, you may have a reward, then. You may kiss me good-bye."

Robert moved forward towards her head, and she corrected him.

"Not on the lips,Bobby, you're not my date. Not on the cheek, either. Get down on your hands and knees and kiss me good-bye on my feet. One chaste kiss on each foot, that is your reward. Chaste means you keep your lips together, Bobby, no slobbering and no tongue."

Robert got down on his hands and knees, and crawled forward until he was close to her feet. He kissed her left sole, on her arch, chastely as ordered. He did the same to her right sole.

"You may go now," said Christine. "I'll see you on Sunday night. Be at my door at 8pm, not downstairs. From now on, you are never to stand up in my room. You crawl on your hands and knees. You are dismissed."

Robert crawled to her door and out into the hall, glad that nobody was there. He stood up, and walked down the stairs and out of the sorority house. When he got back to his dorm, he did take care of that with his hand. It was the greatest orgasm of his life. He couldn't wait for Sunday to arrive. He was so happy.


Sunday, October 19, 2003

Sunday and Wednesday evenings had become routine for Robert. He showed up at the front door of the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house at 7:55pm promptly. He always said, "Ms. Hansen is expecting me," and handed over his student photo ID card. He inwardly grimaced at the knowing smile of whatever woman was at the desk, but kept a poker face as he waited for her to call upstairs and verify that he was wanted. When given permission, he walked up to the third floor and knocked on Kristine's door. She always told him to come in, that it wasn't locked.

Kristine was always waiting for him in the reclining chair, in the reclined position, already watching something on television. She was always wearing sneakers and white socks. Usually she wore blue jeans and a T-shirt or a sweatshirt, and she never wore a bra.

This Sunday, he dropped to hands and knees, as usual, as soon as he opened the door to her room. Today, as had happened twice before, a tall African American woman was in the hall watching. He recognized her from the basketball team's website as Tamika Lincoln, from Albany, 6'1" tall and 180 pounds. She had never spoken to him, and so he never addressed her either.

What Tamika did, as she had done twice before, was come up behind him as he opened Kristine's door, smack him on his rump, hard, as soon as he got down on his hands and knees, and laugh. She spoke for the first time today, but not to him, to Kristine.

"Enjoy his services, Kris."

"I always do," said Kris.

Tamika closed the door after him, so he didn't have to reach back and do it. He crawled to near Kristine's feet.

"Unlace my sneakers and remove them, Bobby."

"Yes, Mis. Hansen," said Robert, and he did so.

"Sniff each one, with your nose way inside, strong sniffs."

"Yes, Ms. Hansen," said Robert, and he did so, ten strong sniffs in each sneaker. The sneakers were really quite rank, but Robert made no comment or complaint.

"Remove my socks."

"Yes, Ms. Hansen," he said, and removed each of her socks, slowly and reverently. He noticed that they were an old pair of socks, definitely showing wear at the heels, perhaps almost ready to be thrown away.

"Turn one of them inside out."

Oh, God, thought Robert, it's going to be a gag day. "Yes, Ms. Hansen," was all he said, though.

Without the need for instruction, Robert handed her the inside out sock, crawled over to the side of the chair, and stuck his tongue out.

"Good boy," said Kristine, patting his cheek.

She wrapped the grimy, sweaty sole of the sock around his extended tongue, and shoved it back into his mouth. The part of the sock that had covered her ankle was sticking out, and his mouth was full of the lower portion, the sweaty fabric that had been against her sole pressed into his tongue. She took a ball gag from her lap, pressed the rubber ball (which was slightly larger than a golf ball) into his mouth, against the sock. She buckled the strap tightly in back of his head, so that it dug into his cheeks just a little bit. She patted his cheek again.

Without the need for instruction, Robert crawled back to her bare feet and waited. She made him wait for about five minutes, surfing through various movie channels, before she found a movie that she liked.

"Begin massaging my left foot."

Robert did so, without trying to answer through his gag. He knew that he would get no water and no breaks on a day when he was gagged, and that she didn't want to hear his muffled speech. Her foot, fresh out of the shoe and sock in the evening, was quite sweaty. The odor matched the taste in his mouth.

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Robert lost all track of time as he worked, switching feet when he was ordered. Kristine went to the bathroom only once, and didn't invite him to use it after her. His need was urgent, suppressed only by his firm erection. He wasn't sure how much time has passed, but his fingers were numb and she was well into a second movie. He kept massaging without a pause. Pausing made her angry, and he didn't want to lose his reward.

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When the second movie ended, Kristine pushed the foot he wasn't massaging, her right foot at that moment, into his face. This was a signal for him to stop, crawl back a step, and wait for orders. He did so. He knew to remain motionless as she got up, used the bathroom again, get herself a Coke, and sat back down.

"You're going to get two special rewards today, Bobby, but they both come at a price. First you'll take or refuse each reward, then I'll tell you what the price is. Go to the bathroom first, you must need to. Urinate only, Bobby, you are never to take care of that in my bathroom. And sit on the pot, Bobby, you are not allowed to urinate standing in my bathroom."

Bobby crawled to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He sat while urinating as instructed. He washed his hands. Then he crawled back to the spot in front of her bare feet and waited.

"You may remove the ball gag and take my sock out of your mouth now, Bobby."

With some difficulty, Robert reached behind his head and managed to unbuckle the leather strap. It was a relief to get the ball and then the sock out of his mouth.

"Your first reward, if you choose to take it, is this: You may keep the used, dirty pair of socks that I wore today. You may take them home. Do you accept this reward?"

"Yes, Ms. Hansen, thank you, I will treasure them," said Robert, quite sincerely.

"I'm sure you will, I can imagine what uses you'll find for them. The price is this: Bring me a dozen pairs of new socks on Wednesday. Reebok has large athletic socks that fit women's shoe sizes 10 to 12. Get me 12 pairs of their crew socks, white. You'll be able to find them at the Reebok store in the mall."

"Yes, Ms. Hansen, I'll bring them Wednesday."

"Excellent. Your second reward, if you choose to take it, is this: For the first time ever, I will allow you to lick my feet. You must lick my entire sole, from the back of my heel to the tips of my toes, with your tongue fully extended. Only your tongue is to touch me, keep your hands away. You must bestow the same number of licks on each of my soles. As many as you want, but there will be a price per lick. Do you accept this reward?"

She wriggled her toes at him, and laughed at the huge bulge in his pants.

"Yes, Ms. Hansen, thank you ever so much," Robert said sincerely.

"You many begin, first the left foot."

Robert crawled forward and began to make long, slow licks, the entire length of her left sole. He paused after each five licks and announced the total. It was wonderful, a dream come true.

"Five. ..... Ten. ..... Fifteen."

He stopped and waited.

"Alright, you must do the same fifteen on my right sole."

He did so, counting them off as before. He felt as if he were in heaven, licking her creamy, lovely sole.

"Oh, that was wonderful, thank you so much," he said.

"Now for the price," said Kristine. "Strip to the waist and lie on the rug on your belly."

"Yes, Ms. Hansen," said Robert. He did as ordered, removing his shirt and undershirt, and lying face down on the rug.

"Now keep still while I do as I wish," she said.

She sat beside him on the rug and dug her fingers into both sides of his rib cage. It was the first time she had tickled him since that one incident in September.

Far from keeping still, Robert screamed and thrashed, accidentally slapping her on the thigh as he scrambled away.

"Well, if you can't keep still to keep your part of the bargain, I'll have to find a way to make you. Lie still now."

Robert kept very still as she got up and got several pairs of old stockings from her dresser drawer. He remained still as she tied his right wrist to his left elbow with one stocking, and his left wrist to his right elbow with another, all behind his back. She then tied his legs together at the knees, outside his pants. She tied his ankles together, but pulled down his socks to do it on his bare flesh. She took off his shoes and socks. She tied another stocking around the one binding his ankles, bent his knees so that his ankles were up off the rug, and tied the end of that stocking to his arms. She added one more stocking also connecting his bound ankles to his bound arms.

"Well, Bobby, now that you are quite sure to keep still, I can tell you that the price of licking my soles is one minute of tickling for each lick. You took 30 licks, so I'm going to tickle you for half an hour."

"No, I can't bear it, I hate to be tickled!" said Robert.

"I know that, you told me that last month, but you're not supposed to like it. You loved licking my soles, and this is the price. I love to tickle. I can't tickle my little brother any more, he's 19 years old and 6'4" now. But I'm going to love tickling you."

She began with his rib cage again, digging all ten fingers into his ribs. He shrieked and howled, and wriggled in his bonds. But he was quite securely tied, and she had no trouble playing his ribs on both sides like a piano keyboard. He laughed and laughed, and his face began to turn red. Kristine decided to taunt him a bit as she kept on tickling his rib cage.

"Such a ticklish baby! Poor little Bobby, so very ticklish. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I do believe that you're more ticklish than my little brother ever was. Tickle, tickle, tickle. This is so much fun, I can't tell you how much fun it is to watch you wriggle and squirm, so futilely. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You have no hope of escape, and you're very, very lucky that I'm a fair woman, I keep my promises. I said 30 minutes, and that's all you'll get, even though I would love to tickle you all night long. Tickle, tickle, tickle, little baby Bobby. It's only been 3 minutes so far, 27 to go, little Bobby. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I wonder if I can get into your armpits?"

The bondage made it difficult, but Kristine did manage to insinuate her fingers into his armpits on both sides. As she began to poke and prod, Bobby's laughter gained new energy.

"Oh my, that really does tickle even more, doesn't it? Tickle, tickle, tickle, under your arms. Poor baby, you're laughing so hard that you're crying now. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Such a baby, tears streaming down your cheeks as you laugh and laugh. This is so wonderful, for me at least. Such a cute little tickle toy you are, baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle."

It was a bit of a break for him when she tickled his neck, he just giggled and was able to breathe more easily. She noted this, and soon went back under his arms, her strong fingers wriggling ceaselessly. She tickled and tickled him under his arms, never pausing, as he laughed uncontrollably and tears streamed down his red face.

In the midst of his hysterical laughter, Robert managed to get out one word, "Mercy."

"Mercy? Of course not, baby, you don't get any mercy. You enjoyed licking the soles of my very lovely feet, you enjoyed your 30 licks. Now you have to let me have my fun. When I'm done, you'd better thank me for keeping my promise and stopping after 30 minutes, If you know what's good for you, that is. Tickle, tickle, tickle, baby. No mercy at all, not for another 19 minutes. Tickle, tickle, tickle."

A few minutes later, she heard a knock at the door of her room. Not stopping tickling for even a moment, she called out, "Who's there?"

"It's Maria. Can I come in?"

"Sure," said Kristine.

She did so, and closed the door behind her. "My goodness, I could hear him laughing form the second floor. He must be the most ticklish guy in the world. But you've got to do something about the noise, people are trying to study for tomorrow's classes."

Kristine glanced at her watch, noting the time. She stopped tickling Robert. She found the sock that had not been used to gag him before, and turned it inside out.

"Stick your tongue out, do it now," she said to Robert.

He did so, and she gagged him as before, using that sock and the ball gag with the leather strap. Even as Kristine was gagging him, he couldn't help but notice that Maria was barefoot, and she had exquisitely beautiful feet. Size 9, he was sure.

"Can I join the fun? I'd like to have a turn tickling him insane," said Maria.

Robert gasped in horror at the thought of both of them tickling him, the sound not escaping his gag.

"Sorry, he's my personal foot slave and tickle toy," said Kristine, "I don't share him around. You should recruit one of your own, it's very relaxing and a lot of fun. Let's see, he's got 16 minutes of tickle torture left, I'm not counting the time this interruption took, he's lucky that he got the break."

"O.K., have fun with him," said Maria. She couldn't resist poking him in the ribs with her bare toes before leaving, and was gratified to see him squirm and to hear a muffled squawk. She left and closed the door behind her.

"Now for your feet," said Kristine, sitting down near him.

She held back the toes of his right foot with one hand, and scrabbled the fingers of her other hand all over his sole. Even the extreme ticklishness of his ribs and underarms didn't prepare her for the violent reaction this produced. He howled so loudly that she could easily hear him, clearly, through his gag. He bucked so violently in his bonds that she was knocked away from him.

"Oh my, your soles are so soft and so ticklish, Bobby, I guess you never go barefoot. I can see that I'll have to change your position. I have a wonderful idea."

Kristine left the room, leaving Robert hogtied. She returned five minutes later carrying a beanbag chair, which she put down just inside the door. He wondered what that was for. She was right, he thought. I never wear sandals, always shoes and socks outdoors. Indoors, I always wear slippers, even to go down the hall to the bathroom. Even in the shower, I wear flip-flops so I don't get athlete's foot from the other guys who use the dorm's bathrooms.

She removed the two stockings connecting his ankles to his arms, and he once again was prone, arms bound behind his back, and legs bound together at the knees and ankles. She picked up the beanbag chair and placed it carefully on his legs. It covered him from the buttocks to he calves, and was heavy, but not painful. Now he could see the point, his legs were immobile, and and his ankles still tied together. His soles were face up and vulnerable on the rug. He partially covered one sole with the other foot.

"None of that," said Kristine, and Robert quickly put his feet side by side again.

That wasn't good enough for Kristine, she took the laces out of one of her sneakers and tied his big toes together. She sat down next to his soles and smiled.

"16 minutes, Bobby, and your tender soles are exposed and helpless to my touch."

She began with only one finger on each sole, relishing how hard he laughed and how much he struggled. Then two fingers, then three. He was laughing harder than ever, thrashing uselessly. She began to taunt him again.

"Such tender feet, baby, you really are the most ticklish man in the world. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You can't get away, Bobby, you can't move your legs at all. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Such ticklish feet, all mine to play with. Now I'll use all five fingers on each hand. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I can't believe how ticklish you are! This is wonderful. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Damn, only 12 minutes to go, but I am a woman of my word. Tickle, tickle, tickle, baby Bobby."

Bobby was laughing hysterically now, out of breath, crying uncontrollably, and weakly struggling to pull his legs away. It was no use, he couldn't budge them under the weight of the beanbag chair. He was in tickle hell, unable to do anything about it but suffer, as Kristine tickled and tickled his tender soles. The final 12 minutes seemed like a week to him, like forever.

Finally, Kristine stopped, announcing that the time was up. She removed the beanbag chair from his legs. Even lying there in a tickle induced stupor he was amazed as how easily she picked up the heavy chair and tossed it aside. She untied his big toes and his ankles, then untied his knees, wrists, and elbows.

"That was so much fun, at least for me it was," she said.

"Thank you for keeping your promise and stopping," said Robert, "I thought I was going to die, I couldn't bear it."

"You're welcome, Bobby, I've always been an honest woman, and I always keep my word. You had no choice but to bear it, the way I had you tied up. You really are very cute when you're helpless, so cute. I love you that way, utterly helpless and so very ticklish."

Robert blushed, and then put on his socks, shoes, undershirt, and shirt.

Kristine gathered up the two sodden socks that had each been used to gag him and put them in a plastic baggy for him.

"Don't forget the 12 new pairs when you come on Wednesday night," she said.

"I won't. See you on Wednesday," said Robert. He crawled to the door, and was glad to see nobody in the hall when he closed the door behind him and then got to his feet.


Wednesday, October 22, 2003

Robert entered Kristine's room at 8pm promptly, having been told to come in as usual. He was not at all happy to see that the beanbag chair was already there, and the furniture had been slightly rearranged to accommodate it. He crawled to where Kristine was in the reclining chair, and presented her with the package of a dozen Reebok socks in the size, style, and color that she had requested.

"Thank you, Bobby," she said, after inspecting the socks, "you got just what I asked for. You may now untie my sneakers."

********

When the long foot massage was over, Robert came back from his bathroom break and waited for her orders on his hands and knees in front of Kristine's lovely bare feet.

"You may now lick my soles are your reward, Bobby, that will be our regular practice. How many licks are you going to perform?"

"Five on each sole, Ms. Hansen," Robert said with a tremor in his voice.

"What? Only five? I don't understand, I thought you loved licking my soles."

"I do, Ms. Hansen, I can't imagine any greater reward than being allowed to lick the soles of your lovely feet. I just can't bear another tickling session like on Sunday night. I was sore all day Monday, my diaphragm ached until Monday night."

"I see, you're even more of a hopeless wuss than I thought. Alright, go ahead and take your reward."

Glad that her reaction wasn't even more negative, Robert gratefully licked each of her soles five times, in just the manner that he had been told to on Sunday. He began to remove his shirt.

"No, Bobby, no need to take off your shirt. Today, I'm going to spend all my time on your delicate soles. Just take your shoes and socks off, and lie down on your belly."

Robert obeyed, and she soon had him tied as he had been on Sunday, each wrist tied to the opposite elbow behind his back, his legs tied together at the knees and ankles, the beanbag chair on top of his legs,and his big toes tied together.

Thank God this will only be ten minutes, thought Robert, as Kristine got up and got a bag out of her desk.

"I've got two surprises for your, Bobby. One is my collection of implements."

She dumped out the contents of the bag in front of his eyes. Those eyes widened as he saw a feather, a plastic comb, a plastic hairbrush, an ordinary toothbrush, an electric toothbrush, a guitar pick, a plastic fork, a ballpoint pen, an artist's brush, and a make-up brush. Kristine picked up all the implements and sat down near his feet.

"Obviously, I'm going to test them and see what tickles best on various parts of your very sensitive feet. The pen is out of ink, so don't worry about it writing on you. Oh, the second surprise. You're probably expecting to be tickled for only ten minutes. If so, that's an unwarranted assumption on your part, Bobby, that today's price is the same as Sunday's. It's not. I decided before you even got here that I was going to tickle you for a full hour, and --"

"Oh, God, no, not an hour, I'll die, I can't -"

"Shut up, Bobby, you know better than to interrupt me. Stick your tongue out."

Robert wisely shut up, and stuck tongue out. Kristine got up, retrieved one of her soiled socks, and gagged him with the sock and the ball gag. She then sat back down at his feet.

"As I was saying when I was so rudely interrupted, before you even arrived I had already decided to tickle you for a solid hour. I decided that both for today, and at the end of each future foot massage session that you give me, Bobby. I let you choose your own reward just to see how much you were willing to take. You're such a wuss, you took only five licks on each sole. That's what it will be from now on, five licks on each sole for your reward, and sixty minutes of tickling for me to enjoy."

Kristine heard Robert groan from behind his gag, and she laughed at him.

"Too bad for you, Bobby, but there's one more thing. You rudely interrupted me, and contradicted me. You need to be punished for that. Perhaps I should call Maria and tell her she can join the fun and tickle you senseless when I'm done with you. She was so eager to do that on Sunday. Maybe I should call her. No, I want to keep you as my personal foot slave and my personal tickle toy. I won't call her. Instead, I'll double your tickling for today only. Two full hours."

Robert screamed something from behind his gag, but Kristine paid him no attention. She picked up the feather, and began to stroke his left sole with it.

*********

Kristine spent the first half hour experimenting. The three softest implements, the feather, the artist's brush, and the make-up brush, were almost useless, they didn't tickle him at all on his soles, and only slightly between his toes. The toothbrushes, ordinary and electric, produced quite a good reaction, just about the same as her fingers had on Sunday, on his soles. No point in using them if they weren't better than her bare hands, she thought. Then she tried them between his toes, and that was a revelation. He shrieked and howled like a banshee, even through his gag. She found that she had more control with the ordinary toothbrush.

When applied to his soles, the plastic comb and the plastic hairbrush drove him crazy, much to her delight. He thrashed like a bronco and laughed like a madman, she was quite glad that he was gagged. The plastic fork was even better. Dragging its four tines the length of his sole, from his heel to his toes, made him shriek and thrash so much that she worried the chair would come off his legs. It wobbled, but stayed put. The ballpoint pen was not as good as any of the plastic pronged implements.

"I'm done experimenting, Bobby," Kristine said, rising to her feet, "so you can catch your breath now. The clock stops while I'm gone, you have 88 minutes of tickling left. All of it will be on your sensitive soles, just like I promised."

She went down to the first floor, to the cabinet where party supplies were kept, and get a half dozen plastic forks, identical to the one she had used. She also made a mental note to buy two new toothbrushes to add to the old one she had used.

"I'm back, baby, did you miss me?" she asked, upon returning to her room. She playfully put one bare foot on his head as she went on, "I missed you, my dear little baby tickle toy, my personal foot slave. You are so cute when you're tied up and helpless, did I mention that? So helpless, so ticklish, and all mine to play with."

Going back to his feet, she took one fork in each and went to work with a vengeance. She raked both forks on one sole, then on the other, then one fork on each. She mixed it, varying the pattern so he couldn't predict it. She never stopped, she just tickled and tickled.

Inside of five minutes, his face was red and tears began to flow. In another five minutes, his struggles became less, he was barely able to quiver, but the tears were streaming down his cheeks as much as ever.

"Just look at you baby," Kristine said, "a blob of ticklish jelly now, not even able to struggle the way you were before, laughing so hard that you're crying, just quivering and trembling at my touch, a helpless tickle-toy. Tickle, tickle, tickle, Bobby. Does this tickle you? Does it? Just a little bit? Too bad, baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Do you wish that I would stop? Do you? Too bad, baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I'm not going to stop, no, not until the whole two hours is up. Tickle, tickle, tickle. This is just the way it should be, Bobby, you helpless and utterly at my mercy, me powerful and in control of you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. I love that you want me to stop, and that you know that I won't. I love that we both know that I could tickle you all night, I could tickle you to death, there's no way you could stop me, you' re utterly defenseless, utterly at my mercy. Tickle, tickle, tickle. You're very, very lucky that I always keep my promises, Bobby, that I'm 100% honest. I will stop when the two hours up, but that's due to my character. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's out of your control, you're my helpless little tickle toy, which is just what you were meant to be. Tickle, tickle, tickle. There's 67 minutes of tickling left, and I intend to enjoy them all."

And she did.

*********

When it was finally over, Robert kept sobbing and gasping for quite a while. Kristine removed the beanbag chair from his legs. She took the ball gag and the sock out of his mouth, but she left him tied on the floor. She waited until he finally was able to stop crying and breathe normally. She pulled over her desk chair to a position where she could sit in it and use his head as a foot stool.

"Tell me, Bobby, why are your soles so sensitive? Don't you ever go barefoot?"

"No, Mis. Hansen, I never even wear sandals. They hurt my feet. I wear shoes and socks outdoors, and slippers when I undress. I even wear flip-flops in the shower, I don't want to catch athlete's foot there from the other guys in the dorm."

"You're to keep doing that, and from now on you're to rub moisturizer on your feet every night before you go to sleep. I'll give you a half full bottle of mine, and you buy the same brand when it's empty."

"Yes, Ms. Hansen."

"One more thing, Bobby. You're to have a pedicure once a week."

"What? Guys don't do that. I can't have my nails painted."

"Don't question my authority, Bobby, and don't be stupid. I don't want your nails painted, that's not necessarily part of a pedicure. I don't have my own nails painted, I'm sure you've noticed that, I see no point in it. I do want your feet exfoliated and all the rough skin scraped off, every week. You will meet Maria, you know her, she came in here once, Maria Gomez, every Friday afternoon at 1pm right in front of this sorority house. She goes to get her pedicure then, and she'll make an appointment for you also. I'll instruct her on what to tell them at the nail shop, exactly what I want done to your feet. And you'll obey me, or else you'll never see me again, and never touch these divine feet again. Understand?"

She first rubbed his hair with one bare foot, then poked his chin with the toes of her other foot.

"Yes, Ms. Hansen, I understand."

"All right, then. I'll untie you now, and I'll see you on Sunday. Maria will see you on Friday, promptly at 1pm, or else."

After untying him, she gave him a half empty bottle of moisturizer.

"It's available in The Body Shop. Buy me a replacement bottle and bring in when you come on Sunday night."

"Yes, Ms. Hansen."


Friday, October 24, 2003

Robert was waiting outside the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house at 12:55pm. When Maria emerged from the door a few minutes later, he handed her a bag from The Body Shop and ran away without saying a word.

Maria frowned and looked in the bag. It contained two things, a new bottle of moisturizer and a sealed envelope addressed "Ms. Hansen." She decided to keep her appointment at the nail shop and deliver these to Kristine latter.

****************

Kristine seemed unsurprised when Maria gave her the bag later that afternoon. She put the moisturizer in her bathroom and calmly opened the envelope. There was one page inside. She motioned to Maria that she could come next to her and read it, too.

"Dear Ms. Hansen,

I adore you and worship you totally, and serving at your feet has been the greatest experience of my life. But I just can't bear to be tickled so much. I truly can't stand it. I'm sorry, but it's best if you never see me again.

Your devoted admirer, who will now admire you from a distance,
Robert Lamb"

Kristine grimaced. "I will get my revenge on that wuss, and he won't like it one bit. You will have to help me, Maria."

"Of course. We Tau Kappa Lambda sisters always stick together. We'll all help you. What are we going to do to him?"

"Nothing for quite a while, until his suspicions die down. We'll be busy during basketball season anyway, In the spring I'll tell you my plan."

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Chapter 2

Monday, April 12, 2004

Robert was surprised to get the invitation. It came via campus mail, in a plain envelope. The card inside said:

"You are invited to Kristine's birthday party!
Date: Her birthday, DUH!!! Thursday, April 22
Time: 7pm
Place: The attic of the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house
Dress: Whatever you feel like wearing
RSVP: 555-0317
Bring no presents, I just want to get together with my friends"

His times massaging Kristine's feet seemed like a dream to him, like a time in heaven. Even more so were the times he was allowed to lick her soles. But the tickling had been a nightmare, and it still was, literally. Sometimes he woke up at 4 or 5am from a nightmare that she was tickling him again, endlessly. He better not go to the party. He decided to call and leave a message of regrets before he changed his mind out of weakness.

It was wonderful to hear her voice, even the outgoing message on her phone machine. He left a very short message, though, just "This is Robert Lamb. I'm sorry that I won't be able to attend your party. Have a happy birthday."

He was shocked when she called back two hours later.

"Bobby, is that you?"

"Yes, Ms. Hansen, I'm really sorry I won't be going to your party."

"Oh, Bobby, I"m so disappointed. You don't have to call me that over the phone, you know, only when you're in the sorority house. Listen, I think I know what you're afraid of. First, let me ask you a question, and give me an honest answer. Did I ever break a promise that I made to you? Ever?"

"No, Kristine, you never broke a promise."

"I'm glad you remember that. I'm going to make two promises to you, and see if that will change your mind. First promise is that I won't tickle you on my birthday, not at all, not even one little poke in the ribs. Second promise, you can arrive early, at 5pm, and come to my room. I'll let you massage my feet for two hours, no reward, but no tickling either. Then we can go up to the attic together. OK, will you come to the party?"

"Umm, I think that just means that you'll tickle me at midnight when it's not your birthday any more."

"Oh, Bobby, don't be so paranoid. I won't. I'll expand my first promise, OK? I promise not to tickle you on my birthday, not on April 23, not any day whatsoever until after we both graduate in May. Is that good enough?"

"Do you solemnly promise that, Kristine?"

"Yes, Bobby, I solemnly promise not to tickle you at my party, nor the day after, nor any day until after we both graduate from here."

"Thank you, Kristine, being tickled insane again was what I feared. I'll be so glad to massage your lovely feet again. I missed doing that so much. I'll be knocking at your door at 5pm sharp."

"I look forward to it, Bobby."


Thursday, April 22, 2004

Robert entered the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house at 4:55pm and presented his student photo ID to Barbara Russo, who was staffing the front desk.

"Ms. Hansen is expecting me," he said.

Barbara smiled at him, and phoned Kristine's room. "Robert Lamb here to see you, is he welcome? ... OK, fine."

She handed him back his ID and told him to go upstairs. He knocked on Kristine's door, and and was told to come in. She was already barefoot, waiting for him in the reclining chair in the reclined position. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled to her feet, then waited for instructions.

"Hi, Bobby, I've missed you, I haven't had a decent foot massage since October. Just get to work, start with my left foot."

Robert was so happy to be massaging her feet again, it was like being readmitted into heaven. He had almost forgotten how pink and creamy her soles were, the arches being just a bit paler. He had almost forgotten how perfect her toes were. He massaged with a clear head, knowing that she always kept her promises, knowing that he wouldn't be tickle tortured afterwards. He loved was he was doing, and he did it with genuine enthusiasm.

********

Kristine glanced at her watch, and said, "Oh, it's 5 after 7 already, I'm slightly late to my own party."

She shoved her left foot, the one he was not massaging, into his face, the signal for him to stop.

"Use my bathroom first if you want to, then we'll go upstairs."

Robert crawled to her bathroom, urinated sitting down there, washed up, and crawled back to her. He saw that she had put on flip-flops while he was gone. He was glad that she hadn't put on sneakers and socks, that he would see her feet during the party.

"Follow me," she said, "and you may stand when we get out into the hallway."

Robert crawled after her and stood when they got to the hallway. He walked behind her down the hall to a door at the far end.

"This leads to our party room, on the fourth floor," she said, opening the door.

Tamika entered the third floor hallway from her own room, and greeted them. "Hi, Kris, hi, Bobby, wait for me, I'll go up with you."

Kristine paused, blocking the stairway which was behind the door she had just opened. Robert paused behind her, not touching her, but close enough so that her long hair tickled his nose. Tamika came up behind him and patted him gently on the rump.

As the other two went up the steps, Tamika closed the door behind her. Robert noticed that it had a layer of cork on the back, and that all the walls were covered with cork.

"What's the cork for?" he asked.

"Soundproofing, silly," said Tamika, "we have some pretty wild parties up here sometimes, and we don't want noise to disturb the neighbors and get the cops called. The whole attic is finished, ventilated, and soundproofed."

When they got to the top of the stairs, there was another door, which Kristine opened and went through, the other two following. Tamika closed that behind her also, and it was also clearly soundproofed.

Robert could see that the attic was quite large, almost as large as the whole third floor below it. There were about six or seven more women there, including two he recognized, Barbara and Maria, but no men. Also there was no sign of a party, no food or music. Several pieces of furniture against the wall were covered in sheets, so that it wasn't clear what they were.

"Hey, I don't like this, where's the party?" said Robert.

As he turned to head back to the door they had just come through, Tamika grabbed his arms, twisted one behind his back, and soon had him on the floor, sitting on his rump.

Kristine took a few steps back and just watched as he struggled, but couldn't dislodge Tamika.

"Stop! Help! Help!!!" screamed Robert.

"Save your breath, you'll need it, Bobby," said Kristine, "and nobody outside the attic can hear you anyway."

Several other women came forward and began to remove his clothes. Within minutes, he was as naked as the day he was born, and hoisted to his feet with Barbara holding one of his arms and Tamika holding the other.

Kristine took the sheet off of one of the pieces of furniture that had been covered up. It looked like a gymnastics horse, used for vaulting, but there were iron rings set into its base. Kristine pulled it towards the center of the attic, into a clear space. She placed a clean towel on top of the leather horse.

Barbara and Tamika locked padded leather cuffs around Robert's wrists and ankles. They lifted him up, placed him with his groin on the towel, and locked all four cuffs to rings in the base of the vaulting horse. His bare bottom was prominently exposed, sticking up.

A tall redhead that Robert didn't know came over to stand by his head, hanging down in front of the horse. She seemed to be at least as tall as Barbara, who was next to her, but he didn't recognize the redhead from the basketball team's website.

"I don't believe we've been introduced, Bobby," she said. "I'm Mary Murphy, president of the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority, which means that I act as judge when necessary in our sorority house. You are here because you have been charged with an offense. Our vice president and sister in good standing, Kristine Hansen, charges you with the offense of dumping her in October of last year. How do you plead, guilty or not guilty?"

"Umm, well, I did break up with her, but that's not a crime."

"You are in no position to tell us what is an offense and what isn't, Bobby. Here in our sorority house, you will learn to behave yourself. You will not question us or contradict us. In fact, you will never speak, unless your are answering a direct question from one of us, or if one of us specifically gives you permission. Now, let's get back to your case. Do you admit that you wrote to Kristine, telling her that you two wouldn't be seeing each other any more?"

As she was waving Robert's note to Kristine from October under his nose, he answered simply, "Yes, I wrote that note."

"Guilty as charged," said Mary.

She got a wooden sorority paddle from where it had been hanging on the wall. It was dark wood with leather padding on one side. The other side said "Tau Kappa Lambda, Sisterhood Forever!" in large painted letters. It was about 4" wide, 15" long, and 1/2" thick. She handed the paddle to Kristine.

"You are sentenced to paddling by the injured party, our sister Kristine. The details are left to her judgment, the number of strokes and how hard to hit you."

Kristine grinned at him, the way a hungry cat grins at an already cornered mouse. "I'll begin with just 100 strokes, not too hard. You can be sure that you'll have no bruises when we let you go, Bobby, not a mark on you, just in case you were thinking of going to the Dean of Students."

Robert had been thinking that they had to let him go sometime, and that the infirmary would be his first stop, to have his bruises treated, and then the Dean of Students would be notified. But with no marks, he would sound like a crybaby, and be the laughing stock of the campus, a guy who couldn't take a little spanking from some sorority girls.

"If it comes to that," said Mary, "half a dozen of us will testify that you and Kris spent the whole weekend in her room, screwing your brains out. And that you had a big screaming fight on Sunday night, so you're just a man scorned. We Tau Kappa Lambda sisters stick together."

Kristine approached Robert, with the paddle in position to strike him. He braced himself.

"Ow! Ow! OW!"

The strokes hurt more than he thought, although it was clear she was using much less than her full strength. She was smacking each buttock five times, and then changing to the other one. It really stung, and he cried out with each stoke.

By the 30th stroke he began to cry, but she kept right on smacking him, in an even tempo, counting out loud after each set of five.

His crying did not go unnoticed.

"What a baby!" said Maria, "My little brother can take more punishment than that without crying."

"100% wuss," said another woman, "a total sissy."

His cries of pain increased as Kristine began to aim some of the spanks at his upper thighs instead of his rump.

*********

"Ninety," said Kristine.

The last five on his right cheek were harder than before, and he screamed in pain.

"Ninety-five."

The last five on his left cheek were equally hard, and he was sobbing uncontrollably when she stopped.

"There," said Kristine, inspecting his rump and his upper thighs. "Nice and red, brick red all over, but not bruised. Just what I wanted."

She waited until he stopped sobbing, and spoke to him again. "Now you must thank me, Bobby, and do it right, with an apology, or you will get another hundred right now."

Robert gulped and said, "Thank you, Ms. Hansen, for spanking me. I deserved it for breaking up with you in October. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"You're welcome, Bobby. I'm happy to tell you that you won't be spanked again until tomorrow morning. I haven't decided yet whether your total punishment from me will be 300, 500, or perhaps more."

Robert gasped at that, but didn't say anything, remembering that he wasn't to speak unless one of the women ordered him to, or asked him a direct question.

"Put him in the chair and stocks now," said Kristine.

Three women came forward and unlocked him from the horse. They unlocked and removed his ankle cuffs, but left his wrist cuffs on.

Two other women removed the sheets covering a bondage chair and a set of foot stocks. Robert was soon carried over to the chair and seated in it. His sore bottom hurt a bit on the leather seat.

A thick leather strap went over his chest, and was buckled tight, holding his chest to the sturdy back of the chair. His arms were raised over his head, and his wrist cuffs were locked to rings set in the wall. Looking up, Robert saw that there was a series of rings in the wall at different heights, starting at the top of the chair's back and going up high enough to accommodate Shaq in this chair. He looked shocked.

"Don't be so surprised," said Mary, "we use this room for our initiations. That's the real reason it's so well soundproofed. Over the years, we've built and bought quite a lot of bondage equipment. We're a well-endowed sorority with quite a few wealthy alumnae. But I don't want you looking up like that, and there's still too much movement you can make with your arms."

Getting some soft rope out of a supply cabinet, she tied his elbows towards one another. With his wrists drawn up, he truly couldn't move his arms now at all, only wriggle his fingers.

Barbara buckled a thick leather strap around his head at the forehead. The strap had D-rings embedded in it, two of which she then locked to rings in the wall at his head level. He now could not move his head.

Maria buckled two leather straps, which were a part of the chair,around each of his thighs. She then grabbed his ankles and pulled them up, so his legs extended horizontally from the chair.

Tamika brought over the heavy stocks, open and ready to receive his ankles. She placed the stocks at the appropriate distance from the chair, and adjusted the legs so they were at the perfect height for him. She locked his ankles in securely. Robert couldn't move his legs at all now, nor his ankles, he could only wriggle his toes.

Not for long, though, did he have that freedom. Tamika and Barbara now tied all ten of his toes back to the top of the stocks, where there were little metal rings screwed in for that purpose.

Kristine, who had merely been watching all this, now smiled at him, once again just like a cat. She inspected his bondage carefully, from his wrists in their cuffs locked to the wall to his toes, all tied back.

"I would say that you're in quite a ticklish situation, Bobby. Your underarms, ribcage, belly, and thighs are all open and vulnerable. You have no hope of moving away from tickling fingers or brushes."

She laughed, and grinned at his helpless predicament, but didn't come nearer.

"And your soles, Bobby, your very ticklish and very sensitive soles, they are presented to the sorority, sticking right out there, bare and vulnerable, utterly helpless, utterly motionless. Oh, poor Bobby, I almost feel sorry for you."

She went over to her purse and picked it up.

"I promised that you I wouldn't tickle you, and I keep my promises, you know that. I'm not going to tickle you, Bobby, not today, not tomorrow, not Saturday, not Sunday, not Monday before your first class. That's when we'll let you go, Bobby, in case you haven't figured it out yet, just ten minutes before your first class on Monday, which is at 11am, I looked up your schedule."

She opened her purse and walked around the room, giving two plastic forks to each of the women there. She put a pile of a dozen more on the floor near the stocks.

"I'll just watch, Bobby, just watch, I promised not to tickle you, but my sorority sisters here, I don't believe any of them made any promises to you."

"I never promised him a thing," said Mary, sitting down near his left foot.

"Me neither," said Tamika, sitting near his right foot.

"I certainly didn't promise him a thing," said Maria, taking up a position near his left side.

"Nor did I," said Barbara, standing by his right side.

"I sure didn't, I never met him before," said a cute blonde woman. "Hi, Bobby, I'm Jane." She sat down beside Mary.

"I'm Judy, nice to meet you, Bobby," said a strikingly beautiful Chinese American woman, who then sat beside Tamika.

"And I'm Juliet," said another redhead, not as tall as Mary. "I'll have the duty of being your special friend here tonight." She laughed, took a soft make-up brush out of her purse, and sat down right beside him, almost sitting on Barbara's sneakers. Robert has no idea what that meant, but he didn't think she would really be friendly.

"All right, it's just about a quarter after eight," said Kristine, "why don't you all start on my signal. Three, two, ...., one, ..., one-half, ...., GO!"

Maria began tickling his left armpit with one hand, digging all five fingers in there. With her other hand, she went up and down his ribcage, over and over again, tickling with all five fingers.

Barbara used a toothbrush in one hand to poke at his right armpit. She used her other hand, bare, to knead his ribs, slowly and vigorously.

All of the four women at his feet had a fork in each hand. Eight plastic forks were simultaneously traveling all over his soles, at different rates of speed with different pressures.

It drove him insane. He shrieked, he strained against his bonds, his eyes bugged out, his face turned red, he laughed like a madman, he broke out in a cold sweat, and, within minutes, his tears began to flow down his cheeks.

Juliet didn't do a thing for the first few minutes, just watched him go berserk. Then she began to stroke his penis and testicles with the soft make-up brush. She kept it up until he was rigidly erect. Then she stopped. She kept a watch on his turgid member, and began stroking again any time it began to droop. Any time he seemed close to a climax, she stopped.

Robert wished that he could faint, or even just die, but he didn't, he stayed conscious, in ticklish agony, in tickle hell, laughing and laughing, unable to move any part of his body except his fingers, erect and frustrated. Then Kristine walked over to him, stood near Maria, and began to taunt him.

"It's been only twenty minutes so far, Bobby, only twenty minutes. Poor baby, poor little ticklish baby, does it seem longer to you? Does it? Are you ticklish? Are you? Just a little bit? Poor baby, poor little ticklish baby boy. This will go on for hours Bobby, for hours, past midnight. Isn't Juliet a tease? Such a tease, that's her reputation on campus, the worst cock tease at Sherman College, and it's true, there's nothing she likes better than to send a date home with blue balls. This is a dream come true for her, to tease your cock like that, to watch your balls get swollen. Poor baby, poor ticklish little baby boy. I love watching this, Bobby. I'd be happier joining in, but I'm an honest woman, and I always keep my promises. So this will be my birthday present to myself, to watch you suffer, to watch you tickled into madness, to watch my sorority sisters tickle you insane. I almost do feel sorry for your Bobby, but you deserve this. Yes, yes, you do, you deserve it. You fully deserve every minute of what's going to happen to you this weekend. How dare you dump me. How dare you! I promised that you were going to be my private foot slave and my personal tickle toy. I never would have let other women tickle you, only me. But no, that wasn't good enough for you, you ran away from me like the gutless coward that you are. Too bad, Bobby, too bad. Now you're the tickle toy of the whole sorority, of all of Tau Kappa Lambda. How do like thirteen hands tickling you? Do you like it? I bet you don't, I bet you wish they'd stop. They would if I told them to, Bobby. But I'm not going to, I'm going to tell them to keep at, to never give you a moment's rest, to never let you stop laughing. Yes, Bobby, that's what you deserve, exactly what you deserve."

She paused at this point, and went to the attic bathroom. She returned and resumed taunting him.

"We've got fifteen more women downstairs, Bobby, all ready to take their turns tickling you over the weekend. If anybody here get tired fingers, or a phone call with an emergency, some are ready to take their places tonight. I can guarantee that at least five or six women will be tickling you during your tickling sessions, Bobby, and the sessions will go on whenever I say so, for as long as I say so. We Tau Kappa Lambda sisters stick together, and your punishment is our project for this weekend."

"I sure enjoy my part of it," said Juliet, stroking his penis lightly with the soft brush.

"Thank you, dear sister Juliet," said Kristine, "do keep him aroused but frustrated, that's just the way I want him. And thank you to my six other dear sisters for keeping him in the jelly state, laughing silently, barely able to breathe, quivering in his bonds like a bowl of Jell-O, helpless and in ticklish agony. Oh, Bobby, this is even better than I imagined it would be! You are so helpless, so ticklish, and it's such fun to see you tickled endlessly, ceaselessly, totally without mercy. I love you in the jelly state, quivering and unable to even beg me for mercy, which you wouldn't get anyway."

Kristine paused to kiss him on the forehead, just above the leather strap which held his head to the rings in the wall.

"Do you know what I love best about this, Bobby? That you want the tickling to stop, that you desperately want it to stop, that you know that it's in my power to stop it, and that you know that I won't stop it, that you know that I will have it go on and on, because it amuses me, because it pleases me enormously to see you suffer in this way. Oh, Bobby, I'm in heaven, this is the best birthday that I've ever had."

*********

It was a bit past midnight when Kristine finally told the other seven women to stop. Except for Juliet, they had changed positions several times, so that everybody got a chance at his upper body and at his feet. They had had to revive him four times with cold water in his face when he fainted.

When they released him from all of his bondage, he just sat in the chair, exhausted, oblivious to the world around him, tickled senseless. Barbara and Tamika carried him to the attic's bathroom, sitting him down on the toilet. After he urinated, still apparently not aware of his surroundings, they carefully placed him in the bath tub.

While the tub filled, they took the opportunity to tickle his ribs and underarms, and he howled with laughter again. As they washed his whole body, they tickled him all over, paying special attention to the soles of his feet. He shrieked with laughter, and seemed to return to reality, saying, "Please, no more."

"That's an offense, Bobby," said Tamika. "You spoke without permission. I'll overlook it this one time, just because you're so cute and I had such fun tickling you all evening. But don't ever do it again, or you'll get an extra hundred spanks, hard ones."

Robert nodded, and was able to step out of the tub when they told him to. They took a large towel and dried him off, getting in a few tickles here and there as they did so. He laughed, but remembered to say nothing.

When Barbara handed him an adult diaper and told him to put it on, he did so.

"Follow us, hands and knees," said Tamika.

Robert crawled after the two of them. He saw that all the other women except Kristine were gone from the attic, and that a bed, previously over by the wall and covered by sheets, was now set up for him. It had a sturdy brass headboard and matching footboard and side rails. Rings were embedded all over to make bondage in the bed easier.

"Stand up," said Barbara.

Kristine handed her a canvas straightjacket, an authentic one, the same as used in mental hospitals. Barbara put it on him, buckling all the straps securely, including one that went over his diaper. He laid down on the bed when instructed.

Tamika put the padded leather cuffs back on his ankles. She locked the two cuffs together by their D-rings. She then tied them, with rope, to rings in the footboard of the bed. She tied buckles on the straightjacket on either side of his waist to rings in the side railings of the bed. She tied buckles in the shoulders of the straightjacket to rings in the headboard of the bed. She stood back and smiled at him.

"I don't think that you're in danger of rolling out of bed, Bobby," she said.

Barbara laughed, and said, "I don't think so either, but let's test if he's secure."

She and Tamika each picked up a plastic fork, and sat by his feet. They each held back his toes with one hand, and raked his sole with the fork in the other hand.

Robert was soon laughing hard, and struggling as much as he could in the straightjacket, which was not much at all.

"To help you sleep," said Kristine, as she buckled a large leather blindfold over his eyes, while the other two kept tickling his soles.

She smiled at the sight of him laughing and laughing, but then glanced at her watch.

"I'm sorry, dear sisters, but it's past 1am, and we have to let him get some sleep. He has a very long, hard day ahead of him tomorrow."

Barbara and Tamika reluctantly stopped, and left the attic to go to their rooms. Kristine pulled an ordinary bed over from the wall to be next to Robert's bed.

"I'll be sleeping right next to you, Bobby, my luscious nude body inches from your scrawny body."

He jerked his head at that statement, but kept silent. Kristine smiled at the bulge in his diaper.

"Oh, you didn't know that I slept in the nude? Yes, I always do. You're hearing me take off my clothes now, aren't you? Good night, little tickle toy of the Tau Kappa Lambdas."

She kissed him tenderly on the forehead, just above his blindfold. She turned out the lights and got into her bed beside him.

"I trust that you're sorry now that you dumped me, Bobby. There will be no need for an alarm clock, you'll be tickled awake on your very sensitive soles when the time comes."



Friday, April 23, 2004

At 8am promptly, Robert was awakened by the feeling of hands holding his toes back on each foot, and several plastic forks scraping up and down each of his soles. He screamed, thrashed in his bondage, and laughed louder.

"It's a a new day, Bobby," said Kristine, removing his blindfold and kissing him very tenderly on the forehead. "Do you know what time it is? It's tickle time. For you, at least, it's definitely tickle time."

She removed his blindfold as the others kept tickling his feet.

Robert could see six women in the room at his feet. Two of them were each just using both hands to hold back the toes of one foot. The other four had two plastic forks, one in each hand, and were tickling his soles ruthlessly. Even in his ticklish agony, as he laughed, he could see that five of them were newcomers, he didn't recognize them from yesterday. One of the women tickling his right foot was Judy, the really gorgeous Asian woman from yesterday.

They kept tickling him, his face getting red, his struggles less vigorous, his breath shorter. Finally, they reduced him to silent laughter, his mouth making laughing motions, but not enough breath to make a sound. He was only quivering, in the jelly state again.

"Listen, he's wetting his diaper," said a short blonde woman, who was holding back his left toes.

They all laughed, and Bobby blushed even redder than he already was. It was true, he had really needed to urinate when he woke up, and they kept him bound to the bed and tickled him, what did they expect? But it was so embarrassing to have them all notice the sound of him emptying his bladder into the diaper.

"You can all stop now," said Kristine, glancing at her watch, "and get him showered. Put him on the spanking horse while I go eat my breakfast."

She left the attic, and the other women began to untie the ropes holding the straightjacket and the cuffs to the bed.

*********

When Kristine returned she was pleased to see that Robert was clean, naked, and bound to the gymnastics horse with his rump upward. One of the women handed her the sorority paddle.

"You're getting 200 spanks now, Bobby, and I know that you will cry out, and cry tears as well. But not one word out of you, or it will be 400 instead. Understand?"

Robert nodded. He wondered if they ever intended to feed him. He'd been expecting dinner at the party last night, and hadn't eaten since noon yesterday. He was starving.

"Ow! Ow! OW!"

All thoughts of food left him as Kristine began to smack his bottom, a bit harder than yesterday. She went down his left buttock from the waistline, all the way past the bottom of the cheek to his upper thigh, then across to the right upper thigh, then upward to the top of his right buttock. Then she started over again, and again, again.

"Wow, his ass is bright red," said one of the women, Robert couldn't see which.

"Bright red, but not bruised, that's what I'm aiming for, I want him in lots of pain, but with no marks to show," said Kristine.

From the way Robert was now sobbing uncontrollably, it was clear that he was in a lot of pain. And Kristine had only reached 95 in her count, 105 more smacks to come. She continued with genuine gusto.

When the 200th spank was given, she inspected his bottom as he sobbed. Brick red all over, from the waist to the point on his thighs half-way to his knees. I did a fine job, she thought.

She waited until his crying died down to whimpering, and said, "You may speak now. If your statement isn't abject enough, if you don't grovel enough, then you'll get 200 more, right now, even harder."

Robert managed to stop whimpering, and said, "Thank you ever so much, Ms. Hansen, for taking the time to teach me proper behavior. I richly deserved this spanking, and I will deserve as many more as you wish to give me. I am ever so sorry for breaking up with you, and I most humbly beg you to forgive me."

"That's a good start, Bobby, but I want to hear more, about your service in the fall, massaging my feet."

The other women all laughed, and Robert gulped and continued.

"It was like being in heaven, being allowed to massage your lovely feet. It was a great privilege. I truly admire you, worship you, and I recognize that I'm not worthy to serve at your feet, you were very kind to ever allow it. Please, please, I beg of you, please forgive me."

"Alright, Bobby, that was minimally acceptable. I won't give you 200 extra spanks now. But keep in mind that you've only gotten 300 total from me so far, and now I have decided on your appropriate punishment. What did I say it would be? Remind me. You may speak, Bobby."

"Yesterday, you said '300, 500, or perhaps more,' Ms. Hansen."

"So I did. Well, it's 'perhaps more.' In fact, I've decided that it's an even thousand. So you'll get 700 more over the course of the weekend."

Robert couldn't control himself, and started to whimper again. The women all laughed at him, quite amused at the look on his face.

"Now it's time for your breakfast, Bobby. Barbara will bring it up for you, as per my instructions," said Kristine. Turning to the women, she said, "get him into a diaper and the straightjacket, on his back on the floor, with ankle cuffs, too."

She stood back and watched as the other six women released him from the spanking horse and followed her directions.

She locked his ankle cuffs together herself, and then tied his legs together at the knees with rope. She got a comfortable armchair, and placed it over him, straddling his body, so that his head stuck out where it would be a convenient footrest for a woman sitting in the chair.

As if on cue, Barbara entered the attic as soon as the chair was in place. She had a paper bag in one hand, and sat down in the chair. She rested her bare feet on Robert's face.

"I do hope you don't mind me using your face as my footstool, Bobby," she said. "They're just one size smaller than Kristine's feet, which you love so much, they're size 11, but they're nowhere near as pretty. I never get pedicures, so they're quite callused. I go outside barefoot all the time. That's what I did this morning, did my morning jog on the grass barefoot. My soles are filthy. But I don't care, and you better not make any objection, either."

Robert wisely said nothing. He saw Barbara take a jar of creamy peanut butter out of the bag, and a plastic knife.

"Kristine tells me that you hate peanut butter, you told her that back in September, that you were given it as a kid all the time, you never liked it, and you got to hate it. Well, that's what you're going to be fed here, the only solid food you'll get, peanut butter."

Robert wisely said nothing. Barbara opened the jar, broke the seal, took a large gob of peanut out with the knife, and spread it carefully all over her left sole. She dipped her toes into the jar, and got them covered with it.

"Lick!" she said to Robert. "Lick off every speck, or I'll spank you extra."

She place her sole right over Robert's mouth, and moved it around as he licked, so that he could get to every spot. He licked and licked. He did hate the peanut butter, and the grit and dirt on her sole made it taste even worse.

The other women laughed at him, at the look on his face as he licked hard to be sure to get every speck of it off of her sole.

"Now suck!" she said, sticking her big toe into his mouth.

When it was sucked clean, she shoved her next two toes in his mouth, and then the last two. When he was done, she inspected her foot.

"Good job, Bobby, you got all the peanut butter and most of the dirt, too."

They all laughed at him. Barbara reached into the bag, and took out a bottle of cranberry juice.

"Kristine told me that she offered you orange juice in September, and you drank it, but said that apple juice was your favorite. You also told her you drank all fruit juices except cranberry. Too bad for you that you told her. This is going to be how we keep you hydrated from now on, no more water, only cranberry juice."

She opened the bottle and gave it to a woman Robert didn't know. She held it to his lips, and he drank some.

"Drink it all, or I'll spank you. My name is Susan. I may look small, but I'm strong, I'm on the gymnastics team. Drink it all, or I'll really wallop you."

Robert drank it all, and they laughed again at the expression on his face.

"Now it's time to introduce you to our prize piece of equipment here, Bobby," said Kristine. "I don't think you will like it much, but you will be laughing a lot, I can guarantee that."

Barbara got up and moved the chair away from him. Two of the women got him out of the cuffs and straightjacket, so that the was only wearing his diaper. The other women were taking some sheets off a big piece of furniture at the far end of the attic. They moved it away from the wall.

"Follow me," said Judy to him, and he crawled on his hands and knees after her towards the new piece of equipment.

Barbara and Judy lifted him up onto it, and he could see that it was a combination rack and stocks. He was lying on a leather surface about the width of a single bed, but much longer. A pillow was placed under the small of his back, so that his ribs were extended upwards. No pillow was provided for his head.

Judy grabbed his ankles and put them into the stocks that were at one end of the device. The holes were padded, as had been the holes in the stock they used yesterday when he was seated in the chair. But this stock was a permanent part of the device, attached to one end. Once his ankles were locked in, two of the women tied his toes back, all ten of them, to little metal rings screwed into the top of the stock.

Barbara put his wrists into padded leather cuffs and locked them on. The cuffs were permanently attached ot steel cables that went around a big wheel. Barbara unlocked the wheel and began turning a crank.

Robert gasped, but remembered not to speak, as the cables began to pull the wrist cuffs up over his head. Barbara kept turning the crank until he was stretched taut. She turned it twice more, and he screamed in pain, and then she retreated from those two extra turns, turning it backwards twice, and locked the wheel.

"I just wanted to show you what we could do to you, what we will do to you if you misbehave, show us any disrespect, disobey us, or try to run away. I could turn that crank until both your shoulders were dislocated, if I wanted to. I could turn it until you're ripped apart, if I wanted to. But we're quite kind, we sisters of Tau Kappa Lambda, and we only want you stretched out so that we can tickle you. Yes, just to tickle you, and tickle you, and then tickle you even more. That sounds like a good plan to me."

Without further discussion, seven of the women, everybody except Kristine, began to tickle him. They tickled his neck, ears, and nose with soft brushes. They tickled his collarbones, armpits, and ribs with their fingers. They tickled his belly with stiff brushes. They tickled his thighs, knees, and calves with both brushes and their fingers. Most of all, there were always at least two women, sometimes as many as four women, tickling his soles with plastic forks. They never gave his sensitive soles a moment's rest, never.

Kristine watched quietly, licking her lips, for the first fifteen minutes. Then she came over to his head, and leaned over, and looked into his eyes. Her big blue eyes were just two inches above Robert's eyes.

"Look right into my eyes, Bobby, yes, that's right, keep on looking into my eyes, don't you dare look away or close your eyes, not until I'm done talking to you."

She paused and smiled at him, once again the grin of a cat looking at an already captured mouse.

"Consider your situation, Bobby, here you are, utterly helpless, in the jelly state, barely able to quiver, laughing so hard that tears are running down your cheeks, laughing and laughing, unable to stop, desperate for some relief, knowing that you will get no mercy from me, none at all. You know that I have the power, all the power for now, and there's nothing you can do about it. Nobody expects to see you until Monday morning at 11am, and it's not even that time yet today, Friday."

She paused to kiss his forehead, and stared right into his eyes again.

"You're all mine, mine to torture, for three more whole days. I'll keep my promise and not tickle you myself, out of pride, because I never break a promise. It won't do you much good, though, will it? So many sisters ready to tickle you, every member of the sorority is eager to get in on it, to tickle you insane. I've always wondered whether that is just an expression, or if it could really be done. Three more days may not be long enough to find out, more's the pity. But you'll be tickled senseless, over and over, and between those times you won't like much what we do to you either."

She paused again to kiss him on her forehead, very tenderly.

"Such a fool you were, coming here, delivering yourself to my wrath. Didn't you know that 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'? Didn't you realize that I am not used to being dumped? Especially not by the likes of you, a scrawny little geek. You were lucky that I let you serve at my feet in the first place. Do you think there's a shortage of foot guys? Men are always staring at my feet when I go outside in flip-flops. You could have been my pet, my pampered foot slave and tickle toy. But you threw that away, Bobby. So now you'll be the object of my vengeance, at least until Monday."

She kissed him one more time on the forehead.

"I do admit that you're really cute when you're tied up and totally helpless. That is your saving grace. And you're the most ticklish grown man I've ever seen. Poor ticklish little baby Bobby."

She withdrew from leaning over him, sat back down in a comfortable chair, and watched with relish as her sorority sisters tickled him senseless.

*********

At 1:30pm, six more women came upstairs, expecting that Robert's lunch would be done and that he would be set up in the bondage chair and stocks for them to tickle him. That's what Kristine had told them to expect. They were surprised to see that he was still stretched out on the rack, in his diaper, being tickled ruthlessly by seven of their sorority sisters.

"Hi," said Kristine to the newcomers. "We were having so much fun here that we never gave him lunch, just cranberry juice from time to time to keep him hydrated. No restroom breaks for him either, he can stay in his soiled diaper. It's so amusing to keep him on the edge, in the jelly state, not unconscious, but wishing that he were. We never bothered to change his position. You all do deserve your turn, though, so maybe only two or three of the women here now can stay."

Some of the women left, and the newcomers joined those who couldn't bear to stop torturing Robert. There were ten women tickling him now, two at each of his feet, one at each of thighs, one on each side of his rib cage, and one at each of his armpits. He was drooling, his eyes were unfocused, tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he was quivering and trembling. His mouth made laughing motions, but no sound came from it, he was in the silent laughter state.

Kristine came over to his head again, leaned over, and looked into his eyes.

"Can you even hear me now, Bobby, are you aware that I'm here? If you are, blink your eyes twice. I'll give you a little break if you can do that for me."

He did blink twice.

"Oh, good, I thought we really had tickled you insane. You've just lost all control of your muscles, you're drooling. Alright, you will now get a two minute break, a full 120 seconds without tickling. Enjoy it while you can. Stop, sisters!"

The ten women stopped, and Robert breathed deeply. Kristine was looking at her watch.

"This will be the last break you get until dinner time, Bobby, I just want you to know that. Your dinner will be early, at 6pm. I'll extend this little break so that you can drink a pint of cranberry juice. No complaints from you, drink every last drop."

Barbara held the bottle of cranberry juice to his lips, and didn't tolerate any stalling. She made him drink it quickly, and wiped his lips for him when he was done.

"It's been almost five minutes, a much longer break than he deserved. Start again, sisters!"

The women had changed places, to get at different parts of his body, and they all attacked him with renewed gusto. Robert laughed out loud for a while, but was soon again reduced to silent laughter, and to the jelly state.

Barbara was tickling under his left arm with one hand, and tickling his neck with a soft brush with the other hand. She spoke to him.

"Four hours until dinner, little baby Bobby. You know what your dinner will be? Of course you do, more peanut butter, licked off my filthy right sole. It was just as dirty as my left one this morning, and I've been barefoot all day besides. But dinner will be a relief for you, a break from the tickling. I forgot to have you thank me for breakfast, but I'm telling you, if you know what's good for you, you better thank me profusely when I order you to speak after your dinner."

*********

Robert wished that he could just die, that he could will himself to death. The tickling by ten women was unbearable, he thought, just unbearable. But not really, he then thought, because he was bearing it, he had no choice. His diaphragm ached and his wrists ached, and still the tickling sensations were not blocked out by his aches. They just tickled and tickled without a rest. Not really, he thought, sometimes one or two of them left to go to the bathroom or to get a Coke from the fridge. I get no rest, he thought, and there's so many of them I hardly notice that it's eight tickling me instead of ten.

He had passed out several times, and each time Barbara or Judy had poured ice water right in his face, waking him up. The women kept tickling him even while he was unconscious. so that he woke up to more tickling. They only stopped briefly, to make him drink more cranberry juice. At the rate he was crying, sweating, and pissing, he thought, he must have gone through a gallon of the horrible tasting stuff already. He wished they would change his diaper, it was soaked. He might get diaper rash. How humiliating that would be, if he had to go to the infirmary with it. Oh, Lord, he thought, please just let me die now, I can't bear the endless tickling.

There was no outside world to Robert, no state of Pennsylvania, no campus, no sorority house, even, just this one attic. The universe consisted of one huge attic room, and endless tickling from which there was no escape, no escape at all. He laughed and he cried and he ached, and he laughed some more.

*********

When Kristine told the women to stop, at about 6:15pm actually, Robert didn't hear her. It took a good thirty seconds until he realized that he wasn't being tickled any more, and that most of the women had left the attic.

He continued laughing and sobbing for several minutes, while Kristine waited patiently. Barbara used that time to unlock the wheel and turn the crank backwards to loosen him. Both of them removed his wrist cuffs, and Judy untied his toes and removed his ankles from the stocks.

"You two can get him cleaned up and feed him dinner, I'll be back after I've eaten my own to spank him again," said Kristine as she departed.

They had to carry him to the bathroom, he was too weak to crawl after them. They discarded his soiled diaper and gave him a bath. Of course, they took the opportunity to tickle him in the washing process. Judy took great delight in pretending that his soles were dirty, and scrubbing them endlessly with a stiff brush. Barbara had to hold him still so that he wouldn't splash them both too much.

*********

Secured beneath the chair, as he had been for breakfast, Robert was careful to lick every speck of peanut butter from Barbara's right sole, and to suck every speck off of her toes. When she inspected her foot, he shivered, worrying that she might find fault with his efforts.

"Very good, Bobby, you got of it off, and most of the dirt, too. Now Judy will give you your bottle."

Robert was shocked to see that a new humiliation was in store for him. Judy was holding a baby bottle, complete with plastic nipple, full of cranberry juice. She placed it in his mouth, and held it for him as he sucked it down.

"That's a good baby," said Judy, patting his cheek, "but you need to drink two more bottles." She proceeded to refill the baby bottle twice more and make him drink it all down.

Barbara said, "Now you may speak, and keep in mind what I told you before."

"Thank you ever so much, Ms. Russo, for feeding me dinner. I was very hungry and I am extremely grateful to you. It was a privilege to be allowed to lick your lovely foot as I ate."

"Are my feet lovely, Bobby? I never get a pedicure, use moisturizer, or do anything to take of them, really. And I walk and jog barefoot outside all the time."

"Very lovely, Ms. Russo, they are naturally extremely beautiful and so don't need care. I'm grateful to be allowed to lick them, very grateful."

Looking at Barbara's big callused feet, with dry heels and quite bit of dirt still on them, Judy had to laugh at this obviously false flattery.

"Well, I'll accept your thanks as adequate, Bobby, and not spank you, but you haven't thanked Judy yet."

Robert paused and looked worried.

"I'm so sorry that I don't know your last name, and I wouldn't presume to use your first name, that wouldn't be respectful, but thank you ever so much for feeding me the liquid portion of my dinner. I was quite thirsty, and I'm ever so grateful to you."

"That is adequate, Bobby," said Judy. "I'm Judy Chen, from Fort Worth, Texas. In the future, you may address me as Ms. Chen."

They got Robert out of the straight jacket then, and allowed him to use the bathroom. Then they bound him to the spanking horse, stark naked. They left him there, alone, and went downstairs to have their own dinner.

*********

Alone in the attic for the first time, Robert was in no position to try to escape. His wrists and ankles were locked in cuffs, which were in turn locked to the rings in the base of the leather padded gymnastics horse. His bare bottom was an inviting target, he realized, even though nobody was there to see it.

Another realization struck him. He hadn't seen the clothes that the women had taken off of him yesterday, or his wallet. None of that stuff was around here, they must have taken it out of the attic. He would have to depend on Kristine's promise to get him to class on Monday, presumably dressed again. But she hadn't promised that, had she? No, she had just said that they would let him go Monday. He hoped that didn't mean that he would be dumped naked outside the sorority house, with no clothes and no wallet. His gloomy thoughts were interrupted by the sound of somebody coming up into the attic.

"Hello, Bobby, I didn't forget you," said Kristine as she gave his bottom one swat with her bare hand by way of greeting.

She went to the wall and took down the sorority paddle. Without another word, she began to spank him, just as hard as in the morning.

"Ow! Ow!"

Ignoring his cries of pain, ignoring his crying, she methodically beat him, from the waist to the midpoint of the backs of his thighs, over and over again, not bothering to count out loud.

"I won't pretend that I don't enjoy this, Bobby, I love to spank you. I love doing it, and I love the way your bottom looks when I'm done, such a fine shade of red. That was 200 more, I kept count to myself, and you know how honest I am. That makes 500 total, you're halfway done with your spanks, presuming you don't misbehave."

As she finished speaking, eight women came upstairs, half familiar to Robert from previous torture sessions, and half newcomers.

"Get him in the chair and stocks," said Kristine, "and I have a new idea, I have to get some stuff from downstairs."

********

The women secured him in the chair and stocks as he had been yesterday, with his cuffed wrists again attached to rings in the wall above his head. Kristine returned, and she was holding a can of shaving cream in one hand and a safety razor in the other.

"I think his armpits would be more ticklish if we shaved them," she said.

Robert gasped, but said nothing.

"I promised not to tickle him, and the shaving process itself might tickle, so I need a volunteer to carefully shave his armpits clean."

A tall brunette, one of the newcomers, stepped over to her and took the shaving cream and razor.

"Thank you, Trish, make sure to shave him closely, I want his underarms as smooth as a baby's."

Robert giggled as Trish shaved him, slowly and carefully, proving that Kristine was correct. Wiping his armpits clean when she was done tickled him even more.

"Excellent," said Kristine, "and it's not even 9 o'clock yet. I think we have time for about a three hour tickling session."

All eight women wasted no time in digging in to his tender flesh, four at his sensitive soles and four at his upper body. It took just fifteen minutes for them to get him into the jelly state, quivering helplessly and laughing silently, as tears flowed from his eyes.

Juliet came upstairs and joined them, stroking his penis with the soft make-up brush. Soon he was both aroused and very, very frustrated.

"This is one of life's finer moments," said Kristine, "my dear sisters helping me punish this scrawny pig, this geek who dared to insult me. How does it feel Bobby? Does it tickle you? Does it tickle you just a tiny bit? Do you wish you could jerk off? Do you? No way, Bobby, no Way. You going to be kept aroused, frustrated, and tickled, tickled senseless, all evening long."

********

After they thad tickled him for three solid hours, after they had bathed him again, after they had secured him to the bed in the straightjacket again, they all left, and Kristine was alone with him. She purposely did not blindfold him, but stripped off her clothing slowly, one garment at a time, watching him stare at her.

"You never saw me naked before, Bobby. Never even topless. Lean and gorgeous, aren't I? Don't speak, it's a rhetorical question."

Robert managed to stifle his voice just in time.

"I want you to see, for a moment, what you will never get, never touch. Now, I'll blindfold you."

She did so. she then patted his diaper, feeling his erection with satisfaction. She turned out the light, and came over and kissed his forehead tenderly. She got into her bed, next to his.

"Good night, Bobby. Tonight you can picture exactly how lovely my nude body is, inches from yours. Sleep well. Oh, and Bobby? You think today was bad for you? Tomorrow will be worse."

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Chapter 3


Saturday, April 24, 2004

Robert was once again awakened by the feeling of hands holing back his toes, and plastic forks scraping and scraping on his soles. He howled and shrieked with laughter, and struggled in the bed in his straightjacket. He was surprised to see that Kristine was gone, not in the bed next to his, nor anywhere in the attic. It was Barbara, while tickling his left sole, who told them to stop after just a few minutes.

"Stop, we don't have much time this morning, we have to leave time for the contest. Help get him into position for breakfast."

They all stopped, and helped Barbara unfasten him from the bed, leaving the straightjacket on. Barbara herself lifted him gently and placed him on the floor. She put the chair over him, and sat down. She noticed a certain look on his face.

"Ah, you need to piss. Too bad, just do it your diaper. I'm going to feed you now, and there isn't time to waste. Go ahead, do it now, not while you're licking my foot."

She waited while Robert, indeed desperate to empty his bladder, urinated in his diaper. The women all laughed at the sound of it.

"Such a baby," said Susan, the gymnast that Robert remembered from the day before.

Barbara generously smeared peanut butter all over her left soles, and put more of it on and between her toes. She placed her sole near Robert's mouth, and ordered him to begin.

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After his breakfast and a shower, Robert was secured in the bondage chair and stocks. As before, a broad leather strap around his forehead was attached to rings in the wall at this head level, immobilizing his head. His cuffed wrists were secured to more rings in the wall above his head, as they had been yesterday.

He was still naked, so he presumed that Juliet would be coming to tease him again. He was not surprised to see Juliet enter the attic with Kristine.

Kristine came over to Robert and held up a pill.

"Open wide. Judy will give you another sip of cranberry juice to swallow it."

Robert took the pill into his mouth, and knew not to speak, but his facial expression told Kristine what he was thinking.

"No, it won't do you any harm at all," she said. "Some men would pay a lot for it, actually. It's Viagra. I took some from my grandfather's prescription when I visited my grandparents over Easter. I knew that even if he noticed some missing, he would be much too embarrassed to ask me about. My grandparents are quite old-fashioned, they never talk about sex."

"He's not so old fashioned that he never heard of Viagra," said Maria.

"I was surprised, he's 80 and grandma's 79, I never would have guessed they'd done it in years and years," admitted Kristine.

"Maybe it's not for doing it with your grandma," said Susan.

"Oh God, no, he'd never commit adultery. He hasn't spoken to my father, his own son, for over ten years because it come out in the divorce that my father cheated on my mother, with prostitutes. Called him a degenerate hippie, a hopeless sinner, disinherited him again, and hasn't spoken to him since. It will be eleven years in June since my parents' divorce."

"What does adultery have to do with being a hippie? Was your father really a hippie?"

"Nothing to do with it, I guess, my grandfather has called him that since he got busted and expelled from college for selling marijuana. That was the first time he disinherited him, back in the 1970's. Then they made up when my father got married, and I was born. Their first and favorite grandchild."

Kristine sighed, and motioned to Maria, who gave Robert a sip of cranberry juice.

"Open wide, so I can see that you really swallowed it," said Kristine.

He did so, and she satisfied herself that the pill was not hidden under his tongue or in his cheek.

"You'll be getting Viagra all day long, Bobby," she informed him, "and Juliet here will be seeing to it that you're rock hard, completely aroused, and utterly frustrated, all day."

Juliet grinned at him, and his heart sank. It had been bad enough, being teased by her under ordinary circumstances.

"And now for our contest," said Kristine. "I'll be the judge, since I'm keeping my promise not to tickle you, Bobby. It's a tickling contest, in case you haven't guessed. It will be done in four parts. Ribs, underarms, feet, and elsewhere. We have three contestants. Two of them will leave the room while the other one works on you, otherwise the contestant who went last would have the advantage of watching what worked best."

Surely, Robert thought, by now they all had ample opportunity to see that. As if reading his mind, Kristine answered that thought.

"So far, you've mostly been gang-tickled. It's hard for any one tickler to know how much of your reaction is from her tickling, and how much from the other 7 or 8 women. The contest will be in solo tickling. Each contestant is free to use the implements we have on hand, or to bring something of her own to use. Did you three choose the order in which you'll go?"

"Yes, I'm first," said Maria, "then Barbara, then Susan."

Susan and Barbara left the attic, and Maria stood beside Robert with her fingers poised at his rib cage.

Kristine looked at her watch, and said "Start! You have ten minutes."

Maria dug into his ribs on both sides, using all ten fingers. She worked methodically, up and down his ribs. Robert laughed loudly, struggling in the chair, straining against the straps. His laughter became softer, and his face got red. He was not quite in the jelly state, still laughing audibly, when the time ran out.

"Stop!" said Kristine. "Quite good, Maria, I'm awarding you an 8, on a scale of 0 to 10. Send Barbara in now."

Even after Maria stopped tickling, Juliet, sitting on the floor near the legs of the chair, kept right on stoking his penis, stroking it until it was fully engorged, and then stopped. She kept an eye on it, ready to stroke again if necessary.

Maria left the attic, and soon Barbara came up. Robert used the interval to catch his breath.

"Don't tell her what score Maria got," Kristine said to the women, "the contestants aren't to find out until the end. Ready, Barbara? OK, start!"

Barbara had placed her large hands, easily able to palm the basketball, so that her thumbs were behind Robert's back, between the back of the chair and his back, and her other fingers were in front of his ribs. She simultaneously squeezed his rib cage and wriggled all of the fingers, on both sides.

This technique proved to be devastating. Robert shrieked like a madman, and his eyes bugged out at the sensation. He laughed so hard that he was crying after just two minutes.

Barbara never let up, and he was clearly in the jelly state, quivering and in ticklish agony, unable to do anything but quiver and make silent laughing motions with his mouth.

"Stop!" said Kristine. "That's clearly 10 out of 10, fantastic job, Barbara."

"I can do that, my hands are big enough to get my thumbs way behind his back like that," said Mary.

"That's the whole idea of the contest, to find better techniques, to be able to tickle him more effectively, to drive him mad with tickling with all of you using the best techniques. You can send Susan up now, Barbara."

Robert's strict bondage in the chair had kept him still enough for Juliet, patiently watching his genitals, to stroke him into maximum erection again. She continued to tease his organ in the interval between ticklings.

Barbara went down to the third floor, where Susan and Maria were waiting, and told Susan to go up to the attic. The little gymnast, at 5'4" even shorter than Bobby, thought Barbara, wouldn't have been helped by watching me, her hands are too small.

When Kristine bade her to start, Susan began to play Robert's ribs like a piano. She had in fact had years of piano lessons as a child, which she had hated. She played his ribs with vigor, just like she had been forced to play her scales.

Robert laughed and laughed, but was grateful that this wasn't like what Barbara had been doing to him. His tears began to flow after eight minutes, but he never approached the jelly state.

"Stop!" said Kristine. "Very good, Susan, I'm awarding you 7 on a scale of 0 to 10. You can tell Maria to come back up now."

After Maria had arrived, Kristine noted with displeasure that there was hair stubble growing already in Robert's armpits.

"Trish, could you please shave him clean again? I want his armpits as smooth and ticklish as possible for the next round."

Trish got some fresh disposable razors and the can of shaving cream, and soon had his underarms as smooth as could be. She patted him on the cheek, and tickled him under his chin for just a few seconds.

Even during the shaving, Juliet never ceased teasing his penis, driving him mad with desire and frustration.

"OK, Maria, you can start. Now!" said Kristine.

Maria tickled under his arms with her fingers, with ordinary toothbrushes, and with electric toothbrushes. She found the ordinary toothbrushes to be most effective, and stuck with them for the remainder of the ten minutes. Robert was reduced to silent laughter and mere quivering just as her time ended.

"Stop!" said Kristine. "Excellent, Maria, I'm awarding you a 9 for that. You really had him going there. Go get Barbara now."

When Barbara was told to begin, she started with just one finger in each armpit, then two, then three, then four, then all five. Not satisfied with the result, she switched to plastic forks, then toothbrushes. Those being quite effective, she stayed with them, but never quite achieved the jelly state.

"Stop!" said Kristine. "Very good, Barbara, I'm giving you an 8 for that. You can tell Susan it's her turn again."

Susan began tickling Roberts armpits with toothbrushes, then tried her fingernails, then plastic forks. She quickly went back to toothbrushes, and tickled vigorously. Robert lapsed into silent laughter just as her time was ending.

"Stop!" said Kristine. "Excellent, Susan, I'm awarding you a 9, you did really well. You can tell Maria to come start on his feet now."

When she had left, Kristine consulted her scorecard. "Barbara leads, but only by 18 to 17 to 16. I'll take a restroom break, tell Maria to wait for me."

Maria come up to the attic and waited patiently, one plastic fork in each hand, until Kristine came back and told her to begin. She decided to just stick with the forks, and found that both on one sole was not as effective as one on each sole. She tickled methodically, with an even tempo, driving Robert crazy, and succeeding in reducing him to the jelly state with about a minute left. She kept him that way, quivering in ticklish agony, until that last minute expired.

"Stop!" said Kristine. "Excellent work, Maria, a clear 9. Well done. Tell Barbara to come on up now."

Barbara had used duct tape to put forks together in groups of three, making a triple-wide implement that was just as wide as Robert's foot. She had one of these in each hand, and also two toothbrushes with her. When told to start, she began raking the triple-wide implements on each sole. Robert howled in surprise, as he hadn't seen what she was holding at his feet. She had him reduced to silent laughter and mere quivering in five minutes flat. She tried using only one of the implements on the sole of his right foot while stroking the pads of his right toes with a toothbrush. That made his eyes bug out and the tears flow down his cheeks faster. The women all broke into spontaneous applause, as Kristine noted that the time was up.

"A clear 10, and we've learned something new, it's best to get his soles and the bottoms of his toes at the same time. Thank you, Barbara, that was wonderful."

Barbara left smiling broadly, and sent Susan upstairs to the attic.

Juliet was smiling broadly also, her work pleased her enormously. Teasing a helpless man, teasing him into blue balls, and then teasing him some more, was what she enjoyed doing most.

Susan worked on Robert's feet much as Maria had, with one fork in each hand, and with a similar result, a score of 9.

After she had left, Kristine noted that Barbara's lead had increased, now at 28 to 26 to 25. She expressed the hope that somebody would find a new ticklish spot during the last round.

At first, Maria didn't have much luck in doing that. She tickled his kneecaps and behind his knees, but he only giggled. She tickled his belly with her fingers, and inside his navel with a soft brush, and he laughed, but nowhere near as hard as when his feet were tickled. She got close to Juliet's territory and tickled his testicles, but he only giggled again. She finally struck pay dirt on his collarbones. He had very, very ticklish collarbones, and stuck with that, tickling them with all ten fingers until her time ran out.

"Stop!" said Kristine. "Very good, Maria, I'm awarding you a 7 for finding a good new spot, his collarbones, even though most of your time wasn't used to good effect. You can tell Barbara to come up here now."

Maria left, and Barbara entered the attic holding a very strange looking device. Even Juliet stopped stroking Robert's penis for a few seconds as Barbara held it up and explained what it was and why she had brought it.

"This is called a Whitehead gag," said Barbara, holding up a metal contraption with a leather strap attached so that it could be buckled around somebody's head. The metal part had two pieces attached by hinges to each other, designed to fit over the upper and lower front teeth. There was a ratchet mechanism to lock the two metal pieces a fixed distance from each other.

"I got it from an online adult medical toy store. It's like the device that oral surgeons use to keep a patient's mouth open during surgery, so they don't get bitten. But it has a strap, so it can be attached to an unwilling prisoner. There's a story behind why I brought it to the tickling contest. About a year ago, when I was having my cleaning from my dental hygienist, she accidentally applied that rotating brush to the roof of my mouth when shifting from one side of my mouth to the other. It tickled, it really tickled a lot! I never knew I was ticklish on the roof of my mouth. So I tried it on my girlfriend."

Robert looked up at her, surprised at this.

"Yes, I'm a lesbian, you didn't know that?" she asked him. "None of your business anyway, I don't advertise it in the newspapers, but it's no secret, either. I've never any use for men, sexually, but it is fun to tickle them, I've discovered, thanks to Kristine."

"Glad you enjoy what we're doing to Bobby," said Kristine.

"Oh, I do," said Barbara, "enormously, I wouldn't have thought men could be any fun in a physical way at all. But tickling a helpless man is quite enjoyable, even better if he hates it, like little Bobby. Anyway, I hate to be tickled, but that incident at the dentist's office gave me an idea. I had my girlfriend, Sally, open her mouth for me, and I tried tickling her on the roof of her mouth, with an electric toothbrush. Wow, it worked too well, she bit the toothbrush so hard that the removable head broke. Claimed she couldn't help it, it ticked her so much. So I went online, and found a medical equipment fetish site. The Whitehead gag is just what I needed. Poor Sally dreads it, but I love it. I do it to her once a week only, that's all she'll stand for. I've tried tickling the roof of her mouth with all kinds of things, and what works best on her is a Q-tip. I've brought all the implements that might work to try on Bobby here."

She stepped forward, put the metal gag into his mouth, and adjusted it until he was forced to open wide, but not painfully so. She locked the ratchet, and then wanted to strap it around his head. This was difficult with the thick leather strap around his forehead, so she had to unlock that from the wall, strap the Whitehead gag on, and then lock the thick strap back to the wall. With his head again immobilized and and the Whitehead gag secure, the roof of his mouth would be helpless to her touch. She just hoped it would prove as ticklish as Sally's.

"Well, that looks like a very interesting experiment," said Kristine. "He is drooling, though."

"Yeah, I have a picture of Sally drooling wearing that gag, she hates that it makes her drool. Almost as much as she hates being tickled on the roof of her mouth."

"Too bad Sally isn't here to see this. You told me, but I forgot, why is she away from the sorority house this weekend?"

"Her sister's wedding was last night, back in Chicago," said Barbara. "Her family was probably asking her why her boyfriend isn't with her. She hasn't come out to them yet, they think I'm a guy named Bart. She ought to be back here late tonight. Can I get started on Bobby now?"

"Sure, ready, three, two, one, start!" said Kristine.

Barbara first tickled the roof of Bo