This is one of those stories I started quite a while ago, really liked writing, but had to put on the back burner when my life turned upside down. When I was able to continue it, I decided not to post any more of it until it was finished. Now it is, so no more waiting. The entire story will be posted today in this thread. If you don't see THE END keep going down until you do. Beware, it is close to 60,000 words! Hope you enjoy!
Surely the universe was mocking her. For millenia Aphrodite had waited for humans to arrive on her island. Without mortals she had been reduced from a goddess to a powerless shade. Now those humans had come, filled with the thoughts, hopes and dreams that could so empower one of her kind. They should have been her salvation. But, they were all female. That was bad.
Aphrodite cursed every ancient power she could remember. Humans! So close, but worthless to her!
Even though history had named her the goddess of love, that was really a euphemism. Calling her the spirit of lust would have been far more accurate. She was a spirit that literally fed off of carnal energy. How could a bunch of women, without a man, be used to generate the kind of sexual tension Aphrodite needed to survive? The former goddess didn't have a clue.
Still, Aphrodite watched them as they walked on the beach and made plans to set up camp. What else was she going to do?
* * * * * *
They were lost. Beth Ramsey lay in her sleeping bag, listening to the girls chit chat and staring up at the stars, wishing she could use them to pinpoint her location, just like the heroes in those spy novels she was always reading. They were lost, and in the morning, they would have to try and make their way back to civilization.
Not that the girls were concerned. They didn't worry that they were sleeping on an unknown island, perhaps hundred miles away from the one they were trying to get to. They didn't seem the least bit concerned about whatever dangers might be lurking in the blackness. They just kept talking about boys, music and going to college in the fall, all the normal things eighteen year old girls talked about.
“Relax Beth,” Daphne said, “We know we're on an island in the Ionian Sea. We have plenty of food and gas for the boat. All we have to do is sail east in the morning. We'll hit the coast of Greece before lunch time, and catch up with the rest of the group before dinner. In the meantime, enjoy the camping trip!”
“Yeah, enjoy it, right up until we get eaten by a bear!” Beth said, keeping her voice low enough so the girls couldn't hear her.
“I keep telling you, this island is too small to hold any large predators, and out camp fire will keep everything else bigger than a mosquito far away. I'm a science teacher, I should know!” Daphne gave her a playful elbow, “I don't say this often, but you should stop worrying and try and be more like your daughter.”
“Stepdaughter,” Beth mumbled. It was all Cheryl's fault she was hear, anyways. Ever since she married her dad six years ago, she had been fighting to have a good relationship with her tomboyish stepdaughter. It was so difficult when she was barely ten years her senior. That was why she had agreed to chaperone Cheryl's senior trip to Greece, so they could have some time to bond before she went away to college in the fall.
It had also been Cheryl's idea to separate from the rest of the group and take a boot out to some island resort she'd read about in a brochure. That was when Beth should have put her foot down.
“But I'm so sick of visiting these old Greek ruins!” Cheryl had begged, sounding more like twelve than a legal adult, “I'll just die if I have to take another long walk in 100 degree heat just to see another pile of rocks!” She'd gotten three of her friends to buy into the idea too. And when Ms. Daphne Clark, respected teacher and fellow chaperone, had agreed, , Beth had been left with no choice.
That, plus a broken GPS put all of them on this unknown island, waiting to be eaten by a bear. God, Beth wished she hadn't watched that “Lost” marathon just before she left.
* * * * *
The women slept now. The evening had passed with barely even a sexual thought occurring in any of their minds. The younger four, barely adults by the rules of their society, were so consumed by the excitement of being on the island, their libidos might as well have not even existed. The thrill of adventure blocked out virtually everything else. And the older two females were filled with worry and concern. They obviously considered themselves responsible for the others, and were totally focused on their safety.
Still, Aphrodite was not as filled with despair as she might have been. These women were so different from the ones she had known in the ancient times. Their minds were so much more open! Even the younger females, all still fairly innocent if not quite virginal, were capable of thought and ideas that would have been taboo to the ancient Greeks and banished to the deepest parts of their subconscious. They were so filled with...possibilities!
They were like burning embers, only needing to be stoked near a bit of kindling to burst into flames.
Even more now did Aphrodite mourn the absence of men. If these were modern females, what must the males have been like? Their libidos must have been constantly aflame! Surely if just one had been on the island, he would have been trying to lure one of the women into his arms. Aphrodite could picture the flirty glances, the brief not quite accidental touches. That alone would have fed her! And if the man had gotten one of the females to steal away with him into the night...Aphrodite could practically taste the raw, carnal energy!
Aphrodite was so hungry, starving! There had to be a way to use these women even without their men!
Then Aphrodite felt it. Lust, coming from one of the sleeping women, one of the older ones. Clearly she was having a very erotic dream! Hope again flared in Aphrodite's bosom. She reached out her senses towards the one known as Daphne. Now in a state of arousal, she had opened herself up to the goddess. It was just a crack, but it was enough.
Daphne's libido was quite strong, Aphrodite could see that clearly, yet she had no mate or even occasional lover to help her keep it in check. Daphne used her fantasy life to satisfy her desires, and now those fantasies were spilling over into her dreams. And what fantasies they were! So different from mortals considered “normal.” In the ancient times, such fantasies would have been unthinkable, a source of humiliation even when unspoken.
They weren't for Daphne. She was not have been completely comfortable with her desires, not even admitting some of them to herself, but her subconscious didn't oppose them as violently as it could have. Those desires were part of her, internalized. Daphne's subconscious allowed them to tease her libido, to tempt her in her dreams, paving a path through them into her soul.
All Aphrodite had to do was follow.
* * * * *
She reread the page in her English notebook for the third time, brushing her red hair from her brow. The dim desk lamp and uncomfortable wooden chair was making it hard for her to concentrate! The sound of loud music and voices from the hallway didn't help either. Next year she was going to move out of the dormitories for sure! But before that could happen, she had a final exam to study for.
“Daphne, you work to hard!” Her roommate said, hovering in the doorway with a drink in her hand, “come join the party. Let your hair down!” She actually reached for Daphne's pony tail before the redhead pushed her hand away.
“Damn it Leslie, I have an English final on Thursday! I can't afford to waste my valuable time right now!” She snapped. Leslie's irresponsible attitude had been driving her crazy all semester, never more so than right now.
“Thursday! Geez, Daphne, its only Monday! You've got days to do this! You really need to lighten up, and I know just how to help you...same thing I did to you last time you got like this.”
“Wait,” Daphne called out, a bit of panic in her voice, “Leslie no, not...he eh eheh eheheheheehh” Leslie's hands shot forth, tickling Daphne's ribs through the thin t-shirt she was wearing, forcing the redhead to break into melodious giggles.
Daphne stood up quickly, pushing over the chair, trying to get away, just as Leslie launched another attack. Her fingers moved lower, wiggling over Daphne's belly, causing her to giggle louder.
“He e eheh eheh noo he eh noo Leslie I hate he ehe eheh eheh hate being tickled he eheh eheheh...” Daphne pressed her arms against her sides, trying to defend herself. She backed up a step or two, retreating from the assault.
“I know, but you are just way to serious for words!” Leslie practically sand “Goochie goochie goo!”
Daphne kept laughing, backing up, trying to get away from those tickling fingers. Unfortunately for her, a dorm room wasn't much bigger than a walk-in closet. She soon backed into the bed and fell over on her back onto the soft mattress.
Leslie reacted fast. She quickly jumped on top of Daphne, straddling the smaller girl and pinning her to the bed with her weight. Then she help both her hands up in the air, wiggling her fingers with an evil look on her face.
“Now I've got you,” she said in a mock evil voice, “Its time for Daphne to experience...a tornado tickle!” With that, Leslie's hands started moving like lightning, tickling Daphne from waist to armpit, fingers never staying in the same spot for more than a second.
“ah ahah ahahah NAOOOOWWW aha ahah ahahh a stawwwp a aha ahahahahah” Daphne squealed in hysteria! Her own hands just couldn't move fast enough to protect herself. If she covered her ribs, Leslie's fingers poked into her hips. Move down to protect her hips and Leslie's fingers were already dancing around her belly button.
Aphrodite watched the scene from inside the wall. There had been a time when she could have entered the dream of any mortal, turning it to her own needs if she wished. The former goddess had only been able to enter Daphne's because of how much lust it generated. The stimulation of the school teacher's libido had given Aphrodite a pathway into her brain. Now she had to make the most of it while it lasted.
Daphne must have had serious tickling fetish, Aphrodite realized, for such a simple dream to stimulate her so much. Even in the dream, she could feel the redhead's mouth tightening and her vagina moistening. Daphne would be lucky if the dream didn't cause her to cry out in her sleep, embarrassing her in front of the others on the island.
The goddess of love wasn't sure if this was a real experience that Daphne was remembering from her college days or just something she wished had happened. But she did know it wouldn't last long. It would reach a natural climax soon, then end. And when Daphne's libido settled back down, Aphrodite would be kicked out of her mind.
“HE EHEHE EHEHEEHEHH NAWWOOOOO MOREREE HE EHEHEH EHE PLEAASEEE STAWWPPP EHE EH EHE EHE EHEHHEHEH GAWWWWWDD HE EHEH STAWWPPP LESLLLIEEE PLEAASSEE HE EH EHEHEHEH!!!!! IT HE EHEHEH TICKKLLLEESS HE EHEH SSOOOOO HE EHE EH EHEHH MUCHHHH”
Dream Daphne was screaming now. Leslie had slipped her dainty hands under the redhead's t-shirt, sliding a finger into her pert belly button and driving her mad. The dream was almost over. Whether because this was where the real world incident had ended or because Daphne's imagination refused to take the kinky fantasy any further, Leslie and in fact the entire dorm room would soon vanish.
But Daphne's blood was also racing through her body, her heart was pounding and a thin layer of sweat was starting to cover her skin. Sexual excitement flooded through her brain. That was energy that the former goddess could feed off of, giving her strength to intervene.
Inside Daphne's dream, Aphrodite materialized, stepping away from the wall and into full view. Even in her weakened state, she was still the most beautiful of women. Her blue eyes sparkled and her long blond hair draped over the perfect milky skin of her shoulders. A skimpy outfit showed off her ample breasts, curvy hips and long legs.
“Need any help?” She asked in a sultry voice, the kind that could have made a fortune doing phone sex.
For just an instant, everything froze. It was still Daphne's dream. If her mind recoiled from that idea strongly enough, because of fear or shame, it could crush Aphrodite's plan right now, shattering the dream, ending the fantasy. If deep down, Daphne didn't really want this to happen, this whole world would come crashing apart.
It didn't. If anything, the idea only excited Daphne more, increasing her desire, her lust. That gave Aphrodite even more power, allowing her to take control of “Leslie” as well, making her say the words she wanted her to say.
“Oh, absolutely! Grab her arms, and I'll get this shirt off of her.”
“No!” Daphne screamed, resisting out of form rather than horror. She had grabbed Leslie's forearms, trying to pull her hands off of her bare belly, but her strength was failing her. Aphrodite crossed the dorm room and took hold of Daphne's wrists, pulling them backwards, over Daphne's head. Daphne fought her, but with all the effectiveness of a small child. In seconds, Aphrodite had her arms pinned against the top of the bed.
“I can't tell you how long I've waited to see these,” Leslie said. She grabbed Daphne's t-shirt and ripped it off of her like it was tissue paper. The redhead wasn't wearing a bra, and her good sized breasts spilled out.
“Leslie please, you can't do this to me,” Daphne begged, “I'm not...I'm not...”
“Your not laughing!” Leslie said, and moved her fingers towards Daphne's armpits. With her arms trapped above her head, they were wide opened, smooth as if she had just come back from having them waxed, and begging to be touched.
Leslie's fingertips descended onto those soft underarms, grazing their fingertips over that silky skin. Daphne howled at the first touch, her high pitched cackling filling the dorm room. She kicked her feet, tossing and turning her body from side to side as much as the hold on her arms would let her.
“HE EHE EHE EHEHEH LEETTT HE EHEH HEH MEEHEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO PLESESESE HE EHE EHEHEHEHEHH FREEE EHE EHEHEHEH EHH MEEHEHHEHEHHEHEHH HEHHEH LEEHEHEHEETTT GOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!”
But she didn't want to get free. Aphrodite could see that now, the hidden desires buried deep inside her. Lesbianism might not be as deep a taboo for these modern women as it was for the ancient Greeks, but the idea was still daunting to Daphne. The guilt involved in pursuing such a relationship willingly, even in her dreams, would have been too much. But helpless, pinned to the bed and tickled...well, that wasn't her fault, was it?
With Daphne's lust still rising, Aphrodite was almost completely in control of the dream now. With just a thought, her dream persona switched places with Leslie's. Now she was sitting on top of Daphne, caressing her ticklish underarms and staring into her green eyes, so filled with hysteria and delight. Daphne was either too far gone to notice the physical impossibility, subconsciously accepted the dream logic, or just didn't care.
“Your a naughty girl, aren't you Daphne,” she said, feeling those were the words Daphne wanted to hear, “A naughty girl who needs to be tickled, aren't you?” Aphrodite used her fingernails, gently scraping over Daphne's flesh, each quiver of her fingertips forcing a fresh bellow of laughter from the redhead's lips, the only answer she could give.
“What if I tickled your breasts? Or your little pink nipples?” Aphrodite teased, seeing how the nubbins had perked up as hard as rocks. “How would you like that?” Keeping the fingers of her right hand scribbling wildly in the hollow underneath her arm, Aphrodite lifted the left high. It was suddenly holding a pink feather.
Daphne gurgled in the midst of her crazed laughter, trying to answer. The thought clearly excited her. And when the feather's kiss finally brushed over her nipples, Daphne's body practically exploded. The phantom sensations absorbed her so that there was no longer room in the dream for Leslie. Aphrodite could see the illusionary woman fade. She quickly materialized handcuffs around Daphne's wrists, trapping them to the bed frame, so unwelcome freedom would not spoil Daphne's fantasy.
The goddess of love realized she could tickle Daphne like this until the school teacher woke up. In the dream, there was no danger of her passing out from lack of air or pain from sore stomach muscles. She would not need food, water or bathroom breaks, even though the tickling seemed to go on for days. And Daphne's enjoyment of it was delicious! But Aphrodite wanted more.
Aphrodite now had a feather in each hand, gently fluttering them over her hard nipples and areolas. She glided the fluffy tips down her boobs like they were skiers on a downhill run, then painted the bottom with quick strokes.
Hysteria and sexual excitement were exploding in Daphne's brain. This dream was easily the most erotic of her life. More of her mind opened up to the goddess, new memories were shown, new desires. But it wasn't enough.
A dream was, after all, just a fantasy. No matter how much Daphne believed she was being tickled, her body knew the truth. Even the greatest fantasy couldn't take the place of physical stimulation. For Aphrodite to get what she needed, Daphne's nerve endings had to be stimulated directly..
Still tickling Daphne's breasts in the dream, the former goddess concentrated on the redhead's real body, lying cozy in a sleeping bag on the island. Slowly, she lifted caused Daphne to lift her hand and slide it across her belly. Aphrodite knew she had to move cautiously. Too fast and Daphne might awaken, ruining everything.
As carefully as a thief sneaking through a crowded courtyard, Aphrodite caused Daphne's hand to move further, slipping under the waistband of her pajamas, under her lacy panties and onto her femininity. One finger poked into that moist cavern and began masturbating.
In the dream, Aphrodite was also moving. She had been using a feather in each hand to torment Daphne's breasts and belly, but now released them. In true dream fashion, they kept brushing and stroking Daphne's body on their own. The goddess then slid downwards, tickling Daphne's belly, hips and thighs with her long fingers, finally ending up in that magic spot between the redhead's legs.
With but a though, dream Daphne was suddenly nude below the waist. Her legs were now spread wide opened and cuffed at the ankles to bedposts that hadn't been their a moment ago. Aphrodite gave her mound a quick tickle, combing her fingers through dream Daphne's thick, fiery pubic hair.
“I know what you want, Daphne, what you really want. You want to laugh and scream like a little girl while you are pleasured like a woman. Well, today's the day it finally happens.” Aphrodite thrust her face into dream Daphne's pussy and began dancing her tongue over her clitoris and labia while her fingers danced over her thighs and hips, tickling like crazed spiders.
Aphrodite didn't have to worry about the sleeping Daphne's real hand anymore. With her blood burning, instinct took over. Without fully waking up, Daphne's fingers slid into her vagina and started stroking key spots with a skill gained from almost daily practice since puberty. Now real waves of pleasure began to assault her.
It is said for true pleasure to be had, both a woman's mind and body must be titillated. That was what was happening to Daphne now. Aphrodite kept weaving the dream fantasy, forcing Daphne into the situation she'd never dared admitted she wanted, bound and helpless why tickled and pleasured by a beautiful woman. And with Daphne's own finger caressing her g-spot, that magic area none of her few male lovers had ever found, the ecstasy was building fast.
She moaned, almost loud enough to wake the others, felt her tiny foot quiver in the sleeping bag and her hips thrust forward. Her muscles were as tight as a rubber band. It was glorious!
“Yes, yes YESSS!!!!” Dream Daphne screamed, “Lick me harder, harder!” There was no thought of guilt anymore, no need to be imprisoned. She wanted this, needed it more than anything ever in her life!
When Daphne's orgasm hit, it rocked her body, locking up her muscles and lighting up her brain like a spotlight. For nearly a minute, every nerve ending, every neuron, every conscious and subconscious thought was totally absorbed by the rapture she was feeling. She was wrapped in a sexual euphoria, with no idea of who or where she was. The pleasure, the sheer animal lust enveloped her.
That was the moment Aphrodite had been waiting for. With Daphne's mind was completely opened to her for those few seconds, and the former goddess entered, flooding her essence into every nook and cranny. She touched the most private parts of Daphne Clark's soul.
With a start, Daphne's eyes opened wide. The dream was over. She was back in her sleeping bag, lying with five other women around a sputtering camp fire while the cool island breeze blew through the wind in the trees. Except it wasn't Daphne anymore.
* * * * *
Aphrodite looked around. For the first time in thousands of years, the goddess was truly part of the physical world. She could feel like slight chill in the air, and the rough fabric of the sleeping bag underneath her hands, hear the wind rustling the leaves and the scurrying of tiny animals, smell the different perfumes of the women sleeping around her, mixing together with the various soaps and shampoos they all used into a heavenly new aroma. The goddess felt like dancing! She was free!
But being apart of the mortal world again was only her first step. Now Aphrodite wanted more, more power, the power to control these puny humans like her kind had so long ago. And to do that, she was going to need more than just the lust of a single female, even one with such strong desires like Daphne Clark.
She would need the others worked up into the same sexual frenzy as Daphne had been in her dream to even regain a tiny bit of her past strength. And their were still no males on the island.
But that didn't seem as insurmountable an obstacle as it had before. Now that Aphrodite had merged with a human, she shared more than just Daphne's senses and motor skills. All that had been Daphne Clark, her memories, her thoughts, her hopes and dreams, belonged to Aphrodite as well, and with them, the goddess gained a new understanding of this modern world she found herself in and the type of females it produced.
Aphrodite saw how easy it would be to turn these women into the hedonistic creatures she needed them to be.
Then all she had to do was make sure the five of them never left her island.
* * * * *
“he ehe eh stawwp I Allison,” Cheryl giggled, “I'll he ehee drop the heh firewood again!” She twisted and turned her torso, trying to get those long fingers away from her sides.
“Party pooper,” Allison said with a grin, taking her hand off of Cheryl's ribs. The two girls had been working on gathering leaves and branches for several hours now. What should have been hot, sweaty work under the Mediterranean sun had actually turned out to be fun, with the friends laughing and joking around. Well, Cheryl had been doing most of the laughing as Allison took advantage of every opportunity to slip her a few tickles.
It was a game Cheryl had never played with her friend before, and the first time the blond cheerleader had given her a poke in the ribs had taken her quite by surprise. Allison had never been the touchy feelie type or a prankster before. She was, in fact, one of the more serious people Cheryl knew, quick to dismiss any horse play or joking around as 'childish'!
If they hadn't been stranded on a tropical island with no alcohol, Cheryl would have suspected her friend was drunk.
And who could have blamed her? It had only been three days, little more than seventy-two hours since that horrible moment when they had all woken up to find the boat gone. Three days since they had all realized they wouldn't just sail back to Greece to join the other recently graduated seniors on their class trip. The day they all realized how little food and water they had left. The day it had seemed all their lives were going to be cut tragically short.
Cheryl remembered the look on Allison's face, a mix of fear and dread, almost the exact opposite of the nearly manic expression she wore today. It would have been hard to imagine a worse situation. They had all been on the brink of tears.
But things hadn't gone nearly that badly, however, thanks to Ms. Clark. Their former science teacher had saved the day. She had quickly found a natural spring even though it was on the other side of the island and hidden by dense undergrowth. She had known which plants had berries, leaves and roots that were edible. She had designed the traps that caught a few of the rabbits and wild turkey that roamed the island. She had found the cave that protected them from bad weather.
Perhaps the reason Allison was in such a good mood was simply the euphoria caused by realizing they weren't going to starve to death or die from thirst or exposure to the elements. Perhaps Allison had finally realized that because of Ms. Clark, the time they spent on the island waiting to be rescued could be...pleasant.
Or maybe Allison had changed. Cheryl hadn't seen much of her friend the last year. When they were younger, the girls had been inseparable, but they had moved in very different circles during their senior year. Cheryl had been focused on joining the Honor Society and constantly studying to get grades deserving of an academic scholarship, while Allison had always been going to cheerleader practices or traveling with the team going to competitions. One reason why Cheryl had wanted to come on this trip was to reconnect with her friend before college.
And maybe Allison wasn't the only one acting strange. Cheryl's train of thought was suddenly derailed when her friend bent down to pick up more sticks. Cheryl's eyes were suddenly drawn to the blond's perfect, round bottom and her tan firm thighs, so visible in the tight shorts she was wearing. The urge to grab her, slide her hands down Allison's shapely legs was strong! She had to force herself to look away before her friend caught her staring.
“What's the matter with me?” Cheryl whispered to herself. She had never had those thoughts about Allison or any other woman before, but she had been having them all day! Cheryl had never had reason to doubt her sexuality before, but now...
Cheryl shook her head. She did not desire Allison! Maybe she appreciated her good looks, envied them even, but that was different! What woman wouldn't want to look like Allison, with her long, blond hair, curvy body and golden skin, especially Cheryl, was a pale, slender redhead, with only her B cup breasts to show the casual onlooker she wasn't a boy. How could she not be a little jealous?
“Do you really think your stepmother's bonfire idea is going to work,” Allison asked, standing up again, facing her friend and tossing her long, golden hair over one shoulder.
“We're in the Ionian Sea,” Cheryl said, making herself look into Allison's blue eyes instead of her full breasts, “There are major shipping lanes out there! We just have to let them know we're here. Surely they're looking for us by now.”
“I don't think Ms. Clark thought it was a good idea. If she did, why did she take Susan and Brenda fishing instead of helping out?”
“I don't know,” Cheryl admitted. For all she'd done to help them survive, Ms. Clark hadn't put forth any idea to help them be rescued. She seemed almost...uninterested in the idea, content to wait until fate took a hand.
“And since when have you ever taken Beth's side?” Allison continued, “I thought you didn't like your stepmother.”
“I...I don't” Cheryl stammered, “She's...she's a whore who stole my father!” Beth had only been twenty years old at the time, and Cheryl had felt a lot of resentment at a strange woman only eight years older than herself coming in and pretending to be her mother. Not to mention the snide jokes all her friends had made about her dad 'robbing the cradle'.
“Oh,” Allison said, her sly grin continued, “I'll bet she was one of those evil stepmothers then?”
“No...no, nothing like that, she just...”
“I'll bet,” Allison continued as if Cheryl hadn't even spoken, “She was always fatten you up, so she could cook you and eat you!”
“What!” Cheryl protested, “Stop joking around, Allison, we've got to...”
“Oh, my little pretty pretty,” Allison started doing a voice similar to the evil stepmother at the end of Cinderella, “Let's see if you are plump enough to eat!” She reached out and gave Cheryl's side a pinch.
“Eeek!” Cheryl squealed, taking a step back.
“Nope, still to skinny,” Allison continued her game, “How about here?” She gave Cheryl's other side a pinch, forcing a similar sound to escape from Cheryl's lips. With her hands full of firewood, she couldn't defend herself.
“Allison, no!” Cheryl started backing away, knowing what was coming.
“I'll find an edible spot yet!” Allison said, both hands moving towards Cheryl now. She squeezed her leg and poked her ribs, forcing more giggles out of her friend.
'Eh ehe ehe eehe eheheh, stawwp Allison, please he ehehheh donn'tt ehe ehehhh eaaatt heeh eheh mehe ehehhe!!!” Cheryl laughed, backing up farther and farther away.
“Maybe some thigh!” Allison said with a wicked cackle, grabbing Cheryl there, “Or some breast meat!” She darted a finger higher.
“Oh, no no NOOAW he eheh eheheh!!!” Not sure if she was playing along or trying to get away, Cheryl kept moving backwards faster and faster. With an armful of branches, she didn't even have a free hand to defend herself or fight back! All she could do was retreat.
“Do you think this is a laughing matter,” Allison teased, “Somebody eating you! I hope there are no cannibals on this island!” Her fingers kept tickling, pinching and poking Cheryl's soft skin from knee to ribs, forcing her friend farther and farther back. Neither one saw ground behind her start to slope downward like the backside of a hill.
“Cheryl!” Allison cried, back to using her normal voice, “Look out!”
But it was too late. Cheryl took one step to many. It was like the ground moved right out from under her. Cheryl tried to grab onto a tree, but it snapped in two, and suddenly she was plunging down the hill.
And it wasn't just Cheryl. Her fall triggered a landslide. Cheryl was in the middle of a ball of leaves, sod and rocks all rolling downward. It was like half the hill was coming with her! Cheryl desperately tried to grab onto branches and bushes, but they all broke off in her hand! She rolled over and over, the sky and ground flipping around her. She might have rolled forever if her fall hadn't been broken by falling into a hole.
The hole wasn't that big, a couple of feet deep and a couple of feet in diameter, too small to hold Cheryl's entire body. She had somehow fallen in butt first, so her cheeks rested on the bottom, while her torso and legs, folded up into a 'V' shape were trapped between the dirt walls. Only her arms, shoulders, head and legs from her knees down were outside of it. It looked like she was sitting in a bathtub so small she had to dangle her legs and arms over the side.
“Cheryl, my god are you OK?” Allison called out, running after her, sheer panic in her voice.
“Yeah, I think so,” Cheryl answered, a but dazed. She looked up and down her body. No blood, hardly any scratches, and nothing hurt! Talk about lucky! All she felt was a little squished, with her knees only inches from her breasts. Trapped as she was, Cheryl couldn't extend her legs, just kick her calves and feet and feet a bit. She felt claustrophobic for sure, but not hurt!
“Nothing broken?” Allison asked, concern evident in her face, “Are you stuck? Should I get help?”
Cheryl nodded her head no. As her heart stopped pounding in her ears and her panic subsided, she realized the situation wasn't as dire as it might have been. She could get out of this hole! Despite her body almost folded in half, Cheryl was able to put the palms of her hands and the heels, if not the soles, of both feet firmly on the ground. All she had to do was push with all four limbs and she could slowly lift her bottom out of the hole! It wouldn't look graceful, kind of like a crab walk, but it would get the job done!
“He heh heh heh,” Allison suddenly cackled, doing her wicked stepmother/evil witch imitation again, “In that case, my pretty, it looks like you've fallen into my cooking pot! I'll make soup of you yet!” Seeing her friend unhurt, her own worries forgotten and wanting to lighten the mood, Allison had quickly slid back into character, not done with the corny bit yet.
That was too much for Cheryl. Perhaps it was the adrenaline from her fall was still coursing through her veins, or perhaps it was all the stress from the last three days finally bubbling out. Either way, Cheryl lost it.
“Shut the fuck up, Allison!” she snapped, “I almost broke my neck and it was all your fault! If you hadn't been tickling me, I wouldn't have fallen! And all you want to do that damn stupid voice again! That's just retarded! If your not going to help me bitch, just go the fuck away!”
Allison's face fell. She'd just wanted to was ease the tension after what had to be an embarrassing fall for her friend! And Cheryl wanted to blame her instead of her own clumsiness?! And called her a BITCH!!! A look of steel replaced Allison's hurt expression. If that's how she wanted it...
“Oh, I'll help...” she whispered, approaching Cheryl.
Cheryl missed the war of emotions crossing Allison's face. Lifting herself out of the hole was proving harder than she thought. In the position she was it, it was hard to get much push out of her legs, and Cheryl's upper body strength wasn't much. She was lifting her bottom up inch by inch, taking most of her concentration and willpower to do it.
Allison grabbed Cheryl under her shoulders, but instead of pulling she wiggled her fingers. The thin, short sleeve shirt shirt that Cheryl was wearing did almost nothing to keep those finger out of her underarms, and a jolt of ticklishness shot up into her biceps.
With a shriek, all the tension left Cheryl's arms, and she fell back into the hole.
“What was that!” Cheryl snapped, If you're going to help, pull! Don't tickle! You know I hate that!” Cheryl chastised her friend, anger making her blind to her situation. Again, she pushed herself a up.
“Sorry, how clumsy of me, Lets try this again,” Allison grabbed underneath Cheryl's shoulders again and lifted as Cheryl pushed down. Cheryl's body moved up more than six inches before Allison's fingertips suddenly slipped into Cheryl's sleeves, fingernails grazing over smooth, milky white skin, sending even more waves of tickling through Cheryl's body, causing her to jerk wildly.
“Hehe eheh eheheh Alllliiisssoooonnnnnnn ehe e,” Cheryl cried, falling back down again, “Don't You did it on purpose that time! Knock it off, whore!” Her face grew red from more than just laughter.
Allison just stared at her, her blue eyes iron cold, and as Cheryl met her gaze, a cold chill ran down her spine, replacing the anger that had been building. It suddenly occurred to the redhead that yelling at her friend and insulting her when sh was in such a vulnerable position may not have been the best idea.
“I just...I can't get out of here Allison if you keep tickling me...it's...it's too hard...” she said in a sheepish, little voice girl voice.
“Are you sure? Maybe you're just not trying hard enough. Man up. Surely a little tickling isn't going to get the best of you,” Allison whispered, the look on her face positively predatory.
So Cheryl did, quickly without warning, hoping to push herself up and roll to the side before Allison knew what she was doing. It didn't work.
This time, Allison tickled her knees, pinching just above the kneecap. With Cheryl wearing shorts that only went down to mid thigh, they were bare, and the cheerleader seemed to know the exact spots on which to put pressure, vibrating her fingertips just so.
Cheryl shrieked again, but this time didn't immediately collapse back into the hole. Even as a new stream of giggles poured from her slender red lips, she forced her leg and arm muscles to stay clenched, trying though sheer focus to force her body up.
It was a battle of wills. Cheryl tried so hard, making weary muscles work harder than they were used to. But Allison's fingers never stopped wiggling, sending waves of titillation sweeping over Cheryl, trying to turn those muscles into jello.
The look on Cheryl's face was ridiculous, half sheer determination, half giggling school girl. Still her body moved up an inch at a time, moving higher than it had before. But it was like there was a weight on her stomach, growing heavier with each twitch of Allison's fingertips. Too soon, Cheryl's muscles gave in, sending her back down.
“Oh, so close honey,” Allison mocked her, “Probably just needed to do more sit-ups in gym class!” Allison gave Cheryl's belly a few pokes, “Now try, try again. Remember the little engine that could!”
“He eh ehehe eheh nawwwooo he eheh Allison he ehehehh e,” Cheryl's giggles continued as the blond cheerleader kept jabbing so close to her sensitive bellybutton, “Ahah ahah myyhhehyhyyy frieehe eheh friieennnnddd ha hah h ahahh ahah pleeeaasseee he eheheh Alllison he eheh I can't heheh eheh do this he e eheheh!!!”
“I'm not Allison, not your friend,” the blond cheerleader said stiffly, “I'm the retarded Wicked Bitch of the West! I'm a whore! Why would I help you?”
An apology was on the tip of Cheryl's lips. She had called her friend those awful, awful names! So she would beg her friends forgiveness, try to make things right between then! But suddenly, irrationally, her anger from earlier returned, like a hot breeze. Why should she! This was all Allison's fault! Her and her damned tickling had caused this! She deserved to be called bitch and whore and several others! Cheryl would be damned if she would kiss Allison's tan ass now! Somehow, she would get out of this in spite of Allison, would rub her friends nose in it!
Pure stubbornness enveloped Cheryl. Quitting was not an option. She became that little engine who could, trying again and again to get out of the trap she found herself in. Her muscles strained like never before, every bit of her being fully determined to lift her bottom out of that hole. But it was not meant to be.
Each time Cheryl struggled, Allison met her attempt with more tickles. Sometimes she went back to stroking the redheads armpits or pinching her knees. Other times she found knew places, poking her ribs, digging into her hips or lightly wiggling that spot behind Cheryl's calves. Every tickle, no matter where Allison tried, left Cheryl laughing hysterically.
Try as hard as she could, Cheryl just couldn't get out! It was awful! She could only fight the tickling for several seconds, willing her muscles to ignore the sensations sweeping through her nervous system. Then, she'd crumble again, arms and legs giving out, sliding deeper into the hole than before!
Cheryl felt so frustrated! She never remembered being this ticklish before in her life! Not when tickled by aunts and uncles as a child, friends at slumber parties or even boyfriends! It was like every touch from Allison's delicate fingers made Cheryl's body quiver with hysteria, forced her muscles to spasm and then deflate.
It left Cheryl feeling weak, like a little girl. She resisted as long as she could, trying not to give Allison the satisfaction of winning. But even her spirit couldn't hold out.
“HE eh eheh ehe stawwp he ehe ehheeh stawp pleaaseee he eheh eheh Allisoonnnh he eh ehehehehheh let he ehe heh meheh hehehehh meeeehehehehh uppppp!!!! nawwoooo he eheh eheheheh mooorrreee he eheh eheh I can aha ahahah cannn'tttt ahah ahahh taaaahakkkeee ha ahah ahah annynanananyyyy hahahahahhahah morrreeee!!!! Jusstttt ah ahhh ahahhhahh STAWWWWWPPPPPP!!!!”
But Allison didn't want to stop. She had never meant to tickle Cheryl so much. In the beginning, she was only going to do it once or twice, a a joke, to lessen Cheryl's embarrassment at being so clumsy. Then, after Cheryl had insulted her so cruelly, Allison had planned to do it for only a few minutes, just to teach her a lesson. But now...Tickling Cheryl had turned into a major rush!
The smallest flick of her fingers had her friend helpless, unable to do something as simple as standing up, unable to stop the peals of wild, uncontrollable laughter, pouring from her red, red lips was like sweet music. And the more Allison tickled Cheryl, the more control she lost. Her arms and legs began pounding the ground, while her head swung wildly from side to side. Her pleas became more and more pathetic.
In her few sexual encounters, Allison had been the passive one, lying on her back while some hulking football player plowed her. But now, she was in charge, dominating her friend with only the smallest movement of her fingers over Cheryl's soft, warm skin. It was an experience totally new to the blond cheerleader, and totally addicting. She couldn't stop.
It was like Allison's hands were moving on their own, meeting each of Cheryl's escape attempts by finding a new tickle spot to torment. Allison watched as her fingertips wiggles over Cheryl's underarms, so smooth, massaged her belly, so flat, or squeezed her legs, so firm. The sensations traveling up Allison's fingertips were every bit as delicious as the hysterical cries assaulting her ears.
It was as if Allison was hypnotized, as out of control as her victim.
The tickling might have gone on until Cheryl passed out and the sudden quiet snapped Allison out of her tickling trance. But something else happened first . Even though Cheryl liked to keep her shoes laced tight and double knotted, the repeated impact of her feet slamming into the hard ground kicked one of her Nike's up into the air.
Both girls froze. Allison stopped tickling, Cheryl stopped kicking. Both stared at that shoe as it arched through the sir, getting several feet high before it started its descent. Only Cheryl's post tickle giggles and pants broke the silence the the Nike's seemingly slow motion journey ended in a bush.
But that didn't end the surreal moment. Once the shoe disappeared, both women focused on Cheryl's sock covered foot. The sock was pure white, not design or even a stain to mar it. It somehow seemed to reflect the morning sun, seemed to sparkle as it hung there at the end of Cheryl's leg.
“Are your feet ticklish?” Allison asked slowly, each word seeming to hang in the air, solid and merciless.
Cheryl could only shake her head 'no', fear evident in her eyes. Again, there was a long, pregnant pause, both women waiting for something. Then Allison pounced on Cheryl's feet, wrapping her arms around the ankles.
“Allison!” Cheryl begged, terror replacing even the last trace of anger or stubbornness now, “Please don't do this! Please leave them alone! I'm sorry I yelled at you! Please!” She continued screaming at her friend, struggling frantically to get out, pushing on the ground with all her strength. Cheryl tried to kick her feet free from her friends grasp, but with only her calves free, there was little strength behind her efforts. Soon Allison had her other shoe and both socks off in a pile under a nearby tree.
“But I'm a bitch,” Allison said, “Bitches don't help their friends. They don't show mercy. Bitches do what THEY want to do.” She was obviously staring at Cheryl's naked foot as she held it in the crook of her elbow! It was so small, barely even a size five, so pink, so delicate looking, with five perfect toes wiggling frantically.
Then there was no more taunting or teasing, no wiggling a finger or two over the foot. Just five fingernails, suddenly and swiftly being raked over a tender sole..
Surely the universe was mocking her. For millenia Aphrodite had waited for humans to arrive on her island. Without mortals she had been reduced from a goddess to a powerless shade. Now those humans had come, filled with the thoughts, hopes and dreams that could so empower one of her kind. They should have been her salvation. But, they were all female. That was bad.
Aphrodite cursed every ancient power she could remember. Humans! So close, but worthless to her!
Even though history had named her the goddess of love, that was really a euphemism. Calling her the spirit of lust would have been far more accurate. She was a spirit that literally fed off of carnal energy. How could a bunch of women, without a man, be used to generate the kind of sexual tension Aphrodite needed to survive? The former goddess didn't have a clue.
Still, Aphrodite watched them as they walked on the beach and made plans to set up camp. What else was she going to do?
* * * * * *
They were lost. Beth Ramsey lay in her sleeping bag, listening to the girls chit chat and staring up at the stars, wishing she could use them to pinpoint her location, just like the heroes in those spy novels she was always reading. They were lost, and in the morning, they would have to try and make their way back to civilization.
Not that the girls were concerned. They didn't worry that they were sleeping on an unknown island, perhaps hundred miles away from the one they were trying to get to. They didn't seem the least bit concerned about whatever dangers might be lurking in the blackness. They just kept talking about boys, music and going to college in the fall, all the normal things eighteen year old girls talked about.
“Relax Beth,” Daphne said, “We know we're on an island in the Ionian Sea. We have plenty of food and gas for the boat. All we have to do is sail east in the morning. We'll hit the coast of Greece before lunch time, and catch up with the rest of the group before dinner. In the meantime, enjoy the camping trip!”
“Yeah, enjoy it, right up until we get eaten by a bear!” Beth said, keeping her voice low enough so the girls couldn't hear her.
“I keep telling you, this island is too small to hold any large predators, and out camp fire will keep everything else bigger than a mosquito far away. I'm a science teacher, I should know!” Daphne gave her a playful elbow, “I don't say this often, but you should stop worrying and try and be more like your daughter.”
“Stepdaughter,” Beth mumbled. It was all Cheryl's fault she was hear, anyways. Ever since she married her dad six years ago, she had been fighting to have a good relationship with her tomboyish stepdaughter. It was so difficult when she was barely ten years her senior. That was why she had agreed to chaperone Cheryl's senior trip to Greece, so they could have some time to bond before she went away to college in the fall.
It had also been Cheryl's idea to separate from the rest of the group and take a boot out to some island resort she'd read about in a brochure. That was when Beth should have put her foot down.
“But I'm so sick of visiting these old Greek ruins!” Cheryl had begged, sounding more like twelve than a legal adult, “I'll just die if I have to take another long walk in 100 degree heat just to see another pile of rocks!” She'd gotten three of her friends to buy into the idea too. And when Ms. Daphne Clark, respected teacher and fellow chaperone, had agreed, , Beth had been left with no choice.
That, plus a broken GPS put all of them on this unknown island, waiting to be eaten by a bear. God, Beth wished she hadn't watched that “Lost” marathon just before she left.
* * * * *
The women slept now. The evening had passed with barely even a sexual thought occurring in any of their minds. The younger four, barely adults by the rules of their society, were so consumed by the excitement of being on the island, their libidos might as well have not even existed. The thrill of adventure blocked out virtually everything else. And the older two females were filled with worry and concern. They obviously considered themselves responsible for the others, and were totally focused on their safety.
Still, Aphrodite was not as filled with despair as she might have been. These women were so different from the ones she had known in the ancient times. Their minds were so much more open! Even the younger females, all still fairly innocent if not quite virginal, were capable of thought and ideas that would have been taboo to the ancient Greeks and banished to the deepest parts of their subconscious. They were so filled with...possibilities!
They were like burning embers, only needing to be stoked near a bit of kindling to burst into flames.
Even more now did Aphrodite mourn the absence of men. If these were modern females, what must the males have been like? Their libidos must have been constantly aflame! Surely if just one had been on the island, he would have been trying to lure one of the women into his arms. Aphrodite could picture the flirty glances, the brief not quite accidental touches. That alone would have fed her! And if the man had gotten one of the females to steal away with him into the night...Aphrodite could practically taste the raw, carnal energy!
Aphrodite was so hungry, starving! There had to be a way to use these women even without their men!
Then Aphrodite felt it. Lust, coming from one of the sleeping women, one of the older ones. Clearly she was having a very erotic dream! Hope again flared in Aphrodite's bosom. She reached out her senses towards the one known as Daphne. Now in a state of arousal, she had opened herself up to the goddess. It was just a crack, but it was enough.
Daphne's libido was quite strong, Aphrodite could see that clearly, yet she had no mate or even occasional lover to help her keep it in check. Daphne used her fantasy life to satisfy her desires, and now those fantasies were spilling over into her dreams. And what fantasies they were! So different from mortals considered “normal.” In the ancient times, such fantasies would have been unthinkable, a source of humiliation even when unspoken.
They weren't for Daphne. She was not have been completely comfortable with her desires, not even admitting some of them to herself, but her subconscious didn't oppose them as violently as it could have. Those desires were part of her, internalized. Daphne's subconscious allowed them to tease her libido, to tempt her in her dreams, paving a path through them into her soul.
All Aphrodite had to do was follow.
* * * * *
She reread the page in her English notebook for the third time, brushing her red hair from her brow. The dim desk lamp and uncomfortable wooden chair was making it hard for her to concentrate! The sound of loud music and voices from the hallway didn't help either. Next year she was going to move out of the dormitories for sure! But before that could happen, she had a final exam to study for.
“Daphne, you work to hard!” Her roommate said, hovering in the doorway with a drink in her hand, “come join the party. Let your hair down!” She actually reached for Daphne's pony tail before the redhead pushed her hand away.
“Damn it Leslie, I have an English final on Thursday! I can't afford to waste my valuable time right now!” She snapped. Leslie's irresponsible attitude had been driving her crazy all semester, never more so than right now.
“Thursday! Geez, Daphne, its only Monday! You've got days to do this! You really need to lighten up, and I know just how to help you...same thing I did to you last time you got like this.”
“Wait,” Daphne called out, a bit of panic in her voice, “Leslie no, not...he eh eheh eheheheheehh” Leslie's hands shot forth, tickling Daphne's ribs through the thin t-shirt she was wearing, forcing the redhead to break into melodious giggles.
Daphne stood up quickly, pushing over the chair, trying to get away, just as Leslie launched another attack. Her fingers moved lower, wiggling over Daphne's belly, causing her to giggle louder.
“He e eheh eheh noo he eh noo Leslie I hate he ehe eheh eheh hate being tickled he eheh eheheh...” Daphne pressed her arms against her sides, trying to defend herself. She backed up a step or two, retreating from the assault.
“I know, but you are just way to serious for words!” Leslie practically sand “Goochie goochie goo!”
Daphne kept laughing, backing up, trying to get away from those tickling fingers. Unfortunately for her, a dorm room wasn't much bigger than a walk-in closet. She soon backed into the bed and fell over on her back onto the soft mattress.
Leslie reacted fast. She quickly jumped on top of Daphne, straddling the smaller girl and pinning her to the bed with her weight. Then she help both her hands up in the air, wiggling her fingers with an evil look on her face.
“Now I've got you,” she said in a mock evil voice, “Its time for Daphne to experience...a tornado tickle!” With that, Leslie's hands started moving like lightning, tickling Daphne from waist to armpit, fingers never staying in the same spot for more than a second.
“ah ahah ahahah NAOOOOWWW aha ahah ahahh a stawwwp a aha ahahahahah” Daphne squealed in hysteria! Her own hands just couldn't move fast enough to protect herself. If she covered her ribs, Leslie's fingers poked into her hips. Move down to protect her hips and Leslie's fingers were already dancing around her belly button.
Aphrodite watched the scene from inside the wall. There had been a time when she could have entered the dream of any mortal, turning it to her own needs if she wished. The former goddess had only been able to enter Daphne's because of how much lust it generated. The stimulation of the school teacher's libido had given Aphrodite a pathway into her brain. Now she had to make the most of it while it lasted.
Daphne must have had serious tickling fetish, Aphrodite realized, for such a simple dream to stimulate her so much. Even in the dream, she could feel the redhead's mouth tightening and her vagina moistening. Daphne would be lucky if the dream didn't cause her to cry out in her sleep, embarrassing her in front of the others on the island.
The goddess of love wasn't sure if this was a real experience that Daphne was remembering from her college days or just something she wished had happened. But she did know it wouldn't last long. It would reach a natural climax soon, then end. And when Daphne's libido settled back down, Aphrodite would be kicked out of her mind.
“HE EHEHE EHEHEEHEHH NAWWOOOOO MOREREE HE EHEHEH EHE PLEAASEEE STAWWPPP EHE EH EHE EHE EHEHHEHEH GAWWWWWDD HE EHEH STAWWPPP LESLLLIEEE PLEAASSEE HE EH EHEHEHEH!!!!! IT HE EHEHEH TICKKLLLEESS HE EHEH SSOOOOO HE EHE EH EHEHH MUCHHHH”
Dream Daphne was screaming now. Leslie had slipped her dainty hands under the redhead's t-shirt, sliding a finger into her pert belly button and driving her mad. The dream was almost over. Whether because this was where the real world incident had ended or because Daphne's imagination refused to take the kinky fantasy any further, Leslie and in fact the entire dorm room would soon vanish.
But Daphne's blood was also racing through her body, her heart was pounding and a thin layer of sweat was starting to cover her skin. Sexual excitement flooded through her brain. That was energy that the former goddess could feed off of, giving her strength to intervene.
Inside Daphne's dream, Aphrodite materialized, stepping away from the wall and into full view. Even in her weakened state, she was still the most beautiful of women. Her blue eyes sparkled and her long blond hair draped over the perfect milky skin of her shoulders. A skimpy outfit showed off her ample breasts, curvy hips and long legs.
“Need any help?” She asked in a sultry voice, the kind that could have made a fortune doing phone sex.
For just an instant, everything froze. It was still Daphne's dream. If her mind recoiled from that idea strongly enough, because of fear or shame, it could crush Aphrodite's plan right now, shattering the dream, ending the fantasy. If deep down, Daphne didn't really want this to happen, this whole world would come crashing apart.
It didn't. If anything, the idea only excited Daphne more, increasing her desire, her lust. That gave Aphrodite even more power, allowing her to take control of “Leslie” as well, making her say the words she wanted her to say.
“Oh, absolutely! Grab her arms, and I'll get this shirt off of her.”
“No!” Daphne screamed, resisting out of form rather than horror. She had grabbed Leslie's forearms, trying to pull her hands off of her bare belly, but her strength was failing her. Aphrodite crossed the dorm room and took hold of Daphne's wrists, pulling them backwards, over Daphne's head. Daphne fought her, but with all the effectiveness of a small child. In seconds, Aphrodite had her arms pinned against the top of the bed.
“I can't tell you how long I've waited to see these,” Leslie said. She grabbed Daphne's t-shirt and ripped it off of her like it was tissue paper. The redhead wasn't wearing a bra, and her good sized breasts spilled out.
“Leslie please, you can't do this to me,” Daphne begged, “I'm not...I'm not...”
“Your not laughing!” Leslie said, and moved her fingers towards Daphne's armpits. With her arms trapped above her head, they were wide opened, smooth as if she had just come back from having them waxed, and begging to be touched.
Leslie's fingertips descended onto those soft underarms, grazing their fingertips over that silky skin. Daphne howled at the first touch, her high pitched cackling filling the dorm room. She kicked her feet, tossing and turning her body from side to side as much as the hold on her arms would let her.
“HE EHE EHE EHEHEH LEETTT HE EHEH HEH MEEHEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO PLESESESE HE EHE EHEHEHEHEHH FREEE EHE EHEHEHEH EHH MEEHEHHEHEHHEHEHH HEHHEH LEEHEHEHEETTT GOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!”
But she didn't want to get free. Aphrodite could see that now, the hidden desires buried deep inside her. Lesbianism might not be as deep a taboo for these modern women as it was for the ancient Greeks, but the idea was still daunting to Daphne. The guilt involved in pursuing such a relationship willingly, even in her dreams, would have been too much. But helpless, pinned to the bed and tickled...well, that wasn't her fault, was it?
With Daphne's lust still rising, Aphrodite was almost completely in control of the dream now. With just a thought, her dream persona switched places with Leslie's. Now she was sitting on top of Daphne, caressing her ticklish underarms and staring into her green eyes, so filled with hysteria and delight. Daphne was either too far gone to notice the physical impossibility, subconsciously accepted the dream logic, or just didn't care.
“Your a naughty girl, aren't you Daphne,” she said, feeling those were the words Daphne wanted to hear, “A naughty girl who needs to be tickled, aren't you?” Aphrodite used her fingernails, gently scraping over Daphne's flesh, each quiver of her fingertips forcing a fresh bellow of laughter from the redhead's lips, the only answer she could give.
“What if I tickled your breasts? Or your little pink nipples?” Aphrodite teased, seeing how the nubbins had perked up as hard as rocks. “How would you like that?” Keeping the fingers of her right hand scribbling wildly in the hollow underneath her arm, Aphrodite lifted the left high. It was suddenly holding a pink feather.
Daphne gurgled in the midst of her crazed laughter, trying to answer. The thought clearly excited her. And when the feather's kiss finally brushed over her nipples, Daphne's body practically exploded. The phantom sensations absorbed her so that there was no longer room in the dream for Leslie. Aphrodite could see the illusionary woman fade. She quickly materialized handcuffs around Daphne's wrists, trapping them to the bed frame, so unwelcome freedom would not spoil Daphne's fantasy.
The goddess of love realized she could tickle Daphne like this until the school teacher woke up. In the dream, there was no danger of her passing out from lack of air or pain from sore stomach muscles. She would not need food, water or bathroom breaks, even though the tickling seemed to go on for days. And Daphne's enjoyment of it was delicious! But Aphrodite wanted more.
Aphrodite now had a feather in each hand, gently fluttering them over her hard nipples and areolas. She glided the fluffy tips down her boobs like they were skiers on a downhill run, then painted the bottom with quick strokes.
Hysteria and sexual excitement were exploding in Daphne's brain. This dream was easily the most erotic of her life. More of her mind opened up to the goddess, new memories were shown, new desires. But it wasn't enough.
A dream was, after all, just a fantasy. No matter how much Daphne believed she was being tickled, her body knew the truth. Even the greatest fantasy couldn't take the place of physical stimulation. For Aphrodite to get what she needed, Daphne's nerve endings had to be stimulated directly..
Still tickling Daphne's breasts in the dream, the former goddess concentrated on the redhead's real body, lying cozy in a sleeping bag on the island. Slowly, she lifted caused Daphne to lift her hand and slide it across her belly. Aphrodite knew she had to move cautiously. Too fast and Daphne might awaken, ruining everything.
As carefully as a thief sneaking through a crowded courtyard, Aphrodite caused Daphne's hand to move further, slipping under the waistband of her pajamas, under her lacy panties and onto her femininity. One finger poked into that moist cavern and began masturbating.
In the dream, Aphrodite was also moving. She had been using a feather in each hand to torment Daphne's breasts and belly, but now released them. In true dream fashion, they kept brushing and stroking Daphne's body on their own. The goddess then slid downwards, tickling Daphne's belly, hips and thighs with her long fingers, finally ending up in that magic spot between the redhead's legs.
With but a though, dream Daphne was suddenly nude below the waist. Her legs were now spread wide opened and cuffed at the ankles to bedposts that hadn't been their a moment ago. Aphrodite gave her mound a quick tickle, combing her fingers through dream Daphne's thick, fiery pubic hair.
“I know what you want, Daphne, what you really want. You want to laugh and scream like a little girl while you are pleasured like a woman. Well, today's the day it finally happens.” Aphrodite thrust her face into dream Daphne's pussy and began dancing her tongue over her clitoris and labia while her fingers danced over her thighs and hips, tickling like crazed spiders.
Aphrodite didn't have to worry about the sleeping Daphne's real hand anymore. With her blood burning, instinct took over. Without fully waking up, Daphne's fingers slid into her vagina and started stroking key spots with a skill gained from almost daily practice since puberty. Now real waves of pleasure began to assault her.
It is said for true pleasure to be had, both a woman's mind and body must be titillated. That was what was happening to Daphne now. Aphrodite kept weaving the dream fantasy, forcing Daphne into the situation she'd never dared admitted she wanted, bound and helpless why tickled and pleasured by a beautiful woman. And with Daphne's own finger caressing her g-spot, that magic area none of her few male lovers had ever found, the ecstasy was building fast.
She moaned, almost loud enough to wake the others, felt her tiny foot quiver in the sleeping bag and her hips thrust forward. Her muscles were as tight as a rubber band. It was glorious!
“Yes, yes YESSS!!!!” Dream Daphne screamed, “Lick me harder, harder!” There was no thought of guilt anymore, no need to be imprisoned. She wanted this, needed it more than anything ever in her life!
When Daphne's orgasm hit, it rocked her body, locking up her muscles and lighting up her brain like a spotlight. For nearly a minute, every nerve ending, every neuron, every conscious and subconscious thought was totally absorbed by the rapture she was feeling. She was wrapped in a sexual euphoria, with no idea of who or where she was. The pleasure, the sheer animal lust enveloped her.
That was the moment Aphrodite had been waiting for. With Daphne's mind was completely opened to her for those few seconds, and the former goddess entered, flooding her essence into every nook and cranny. She touched the most private parts of Daphne Clark's soul.
With a start, Daphne's eyes opened wide. The dream was over. She was back in her sleeping bag, lying with five other women around a sputtering camp fire while the cool island breeze blew through the wind in the trees. Except it wasn't Daphne anymore.
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Aphrodite looked around. For the first time in thousands of years, the goddess was truly part of the physical world. She could feel like slight chill in the air, and the rough fabric of the sleeping bag underneath her hands, hear the wind rustling the leaves and the scurrying of tiny animals, smell the different perfumes of the women sleeping around her, mixing together with the various soaps and shampoos they all used into a heavenly new aroma. The goddess felt like dancing! She was free!
But being apart of the mortal world again was only her first step. Now Aphrodite wanted more, more power, the power to control these puny humans like her kind had so long ago. And to do that, she was going to need more than just the lust of a single female, even one with such strong desires like Daphne Clark.
She would need the others worked up into the same sexual frenzy as Daphne had been in her dream to even regain a tiny bit of her past strength. And their were still no males on the island.
But that didn't seem as insurmountable an obstacle as it had before. Now that Aphrodite had merged with a human, she shared more than just Daphne's senses and motor skills. All that had been Daphne Clark, her memories, her thoughts, her hopes and dreams, belonged to Aphrodite as well, and with them, the goddess gained a new understanding of this modern world she found herself in and the type of females it produced.
Aphrodite saw how easy it would be to turn these women into the hedonistic creatures she needed them to be.
Then all she had to do was make sure the five of them never left her island.
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“he ehe eh stawwp I Allison,” Cheryl giggled, “I'll he ehee drop the heh firewood again!” She twisted and turned her torso, trying to get those long fingers away from her sides.
“Party pooper,” Allison said with a grin, taking her hand off of Cheryl's ribs. The two girls had been working on gathering leaves and branches for several hours now. What should have been hot, sweaty work under the Mediterranean sun had actually turned out to be fun, with the friends laughing and joking around. Well, Cheryl had been doing most of the laughing as Allison took advantage of every opportunity to slip her a few tickles.
It was a game Cheryl had never played with her friend before, and the first time the blond cheerleader had given her a poke in the ribs had taken her quite by surprise. Allison had never been the touchy feelie type or a prankster before. She was, in fact, one of the more serious people Cheryl knew, quick to dismiss any horse play or joking around as 'childish'!
If they hadn't been stranded on a tropical island with no alcohol, Cheryl would have suspected her friend was drunk.
And who could have blamed her? It had only been three days, little more than seventy-two hours since that horrible moment when they had all woken up to find the boat gone. Three days since they had all realized they wouldn't just sail back to Greece to join the other recently graduated seniors on their class trip. The day they all realized how little food and water they had left. The day it had seemed all their lives were going to be cut tragically short.
Cheryl remembered the look on Allison's face, a mix of fear and dread, almost the exact opposite of the nearly manic expression she wore today. It would have been hard to imagine a worse situation. They had all been on the brink of tears.
But things hadn't gone nearly that badly, however, thanks to Ms. Clark. Their former science teacher had saved the day. She had quickly found a natural spring even though it was on the other side of the island and hidden by dense undergrowth. She had known which plants had berries, leaves and roots that were edible. She had designed the traps that caught a few of the rabbits and wild turkey that roamed the island. She had found the cave that protected them from bad weather.
Perhaps the reason Allison was in such a good mood was simply the euphoria caused by realizing they weren't going to starve to death or die from thirst or exposure to the elements. Perhaps Allison had finally realized that because of Ms. Clark, the time they spent on the island waiting to be rescued could be...pleasant.
Or maybe Allison had changed. Cheryl hadn't seen much of her friend the last year. When they were younger, the girls had been inseparable, but they had moved in very different circles during their senior year. Cheryl had been focused on joining the Honor Society and constantly studying to get grades deserving of an academic scholarship, while Allison had always been going to cheerleader practices or traveling with the team going to competitions. One reason why Cheryl had wanted to come on this trip was to reconnect with her friend before college.
And maybe Allison wasn't the only one acting strange. Cheryl's train of thought was suddenly derailed when her friend bent down to pick up more sticks. Cheryl's eyes were suddenly drawn to the blond's perfect, round bottom and her tan firm thighs, so visible in the tight shorts she was wearing. The urge to grab her, slide her hands down Allison's shapely legs was strong! She had to force herself to look away before her friend caught her staring.
“What's the matter with me?” Cheryl whispered to herself. She had never had those thoughts about Allison or any other woman before, but she had been having them all day! Cheryl had never had reason to doubt her sexuality before, but now...
Cheryl shook her head. She did not desire Allison! Maybe she appreciated her good looks, envied them even, but that was different! What woman wouldn't want to look like Allison, with her long, blond hair, curvy body and golden skin, especially Cheryl, was a pale, slender redhead, with only her B cup breasts to show the casual onlooker she wasn't a boy. How could she not be a little jealous?
“Do you really think your stepmother's bonfire idea is going to work,” Allison asked, standing up again, facing her friend and tossing her long, golden hair over one shoulder.
“We're in the Ionian Sea,” Cheryl said, making herself look into Allison's blue eyes instead of her full breasts, “There are major shipping lanes out there! We just have to let them know we're here. Surely they're looking for us by now.”
“I don't think Ms. Clark thought it was a good idea. If she did, why did she take Susan and Brenda fishing instead of helping out?”
“I don't know,” Cheryl admitted. For all she'd done to help them survive, Ms. Clark hadn't put forth any idea to help them be rescued. She seemed almost...uninterested in the idea, content to wait until fate took a hand.
“And since when have you ever taken Beth's side?” Allison continued, “I thought you didn't like your stepmother.”
“I...I don't” Cheryl stammered, “She's...she's a whore who stole my father!” Beth had only been twenty years old at the time, and Cheryl had felt a lot of resentment at a strange woman only eight years older than herself coming in and pretending to be her mother. Not to mention the snide jokes all her friends had made about her dad 'robbing the cradle'.
“Oh,” Allison said, her sly grin continued, “I'll bet she was one of those evil stepmothers then?”
“No...no, nothing like that, she just...”
“I'll bet,” Allison continued as if Cheryl hadn't even spoken, “She was always fatten you up, so she could cook you and eat you!”
“What!” Cheryl protested, “Stop joking around, Allison, we've got to...”
“Oh, my little pretty pretty,” Allison started doing a voice similar to the evil stepmother at the end of Cinderella, “Let's see if you are plump enough to eat!” She reached out and gave Cheryl's side a pinch.
“Eeek!” Cheryl squealed, taking a step back.
“Nope, still to skinny,” Allison continued her game, “How about here?” She gave Cheryl's other side a pinch, forcing a similar sound to escape from Cheryl's lips. With her hands full of firewood, she couldn't defend herself.
“Allison, no!” Cheryl started backing away, knowing what was coming.
“I'll find an edible spot yet!” Allison said, both hands moving towards Cheryl now. She squeezed her leg and poked her ribs, forcing more giggles out of her friend.
'Eh ehe ehe eehe eheheh, stawwp Allison, please he ehehheh donn'tt ehe ehehhh eaaatt heeh eheh mehe ehehhe!!!” Cheryl laughed, backing up farther and farther away.
“Maybe some thigh!” Allison said with a wicked cackle, grabbing Cheryl there, “Or some breast meat!” She darted a finger higher.
“Oh, no no NOOAW he eheh eheheh!!!” Not sure if she was playing along or trying to get away, Cheryl kept moving backwards faster and faster. With an armful of branches, she didn't even have a free hand to defend herself or fight back! All she could do was retreat.
“Do you think this is a laughing matter,” Allison teased, “Somebody eating you! I hope there are no cannibals on this island!” Her fingers kept tickling, pinching and poking Cheryl's soft skin from knee to ribs, forcing her friend farther and farther back. Neither one saw ground behind her start to slope downward like the backside of a hill.
“Cheryl!” Allison cried, back to using her normal voice, “Look out!”
But it was too late. Cheryl took one step to many. It was like the ground moved right out from under her. Cheryl tried to grab onto a tree, but it snapped in two, and suddenly she was plunging down the hill.
And it wasn't just Cheryl. Her fall triggered a landslide. Cheryl was in the middle of a ball of leaves, sod and rocks all rolling downward. It was like half the hill was coming with her! Cheryl desperately tried to grab onto branches and bushes, but they all broke off in her hand! She rolled over and over, the sky and ground flipping around her. She might have rolled forever if her fall hadn't been broken by falling into a hole.
The hole wasn't that big, a couple of feet deep and a couple of feet in diameter, too small to hold Cheryl's entire body. She had somehow fallen in butt first, so her cheeks rested on the bottom, while her torso and legs, folded up into a 'V' shape were trapped between the dirt walls. Only her arms, shoulders, head and legs from her knees down were outside of it. It looked like she was sitting in a bathtub so small she had to dangle her legs and arms over the side.
“Cheryl, my god are you OK?” Allison called out, running after her, sheer panic in her voice.
“Yeah, I think so,” Cheryl answered, a but dazed. She looked up and down her body. No blood, hardly any scratches, and nothing hurt! Talk about lucky! All she felt was a little squished, with her knees only inches from her breasts. Trapped as she was, Cheryl couldn't extend her legs, just kick her calves and feet and feet a bit. She felt claustrophobic for sure, but not hurt!
“Nothing broken?” Allison asked, concern evident in her face, “Are you stuck? Should I get help?”
Cheryl nodded her head no. As her heart stopped pounding in her ears and her panic subsided, she realized the situation wasn't as dire as it might have been. She could get out of this hole! Despite her body almost folded in half, Cheryl was able to put the palms of her hands and the heels, if not the soles, of both feet firmly on the ground. All she had to do was push with all four limbs and she could slowly lift her bottom out of the hole! It wouldn't look graceful, kind of like a crab walk, but it would get the job done!
“He heh heh heh,” Allison suddenly cackled, doing her wicked stepmother/evil witch imitation again, “In that case, my pretty, it looks like you've fallen into my cooking pot! I'll make soup of you yet!” Seeing her friend unhurt, her own worries forgotten and wanting to lighten the mood, Allison had quickly slid back into character, not done with the corny bit yet.
That was too much for Cheryl. Perhaps it was the adrenaline from her fall was still coursing through her veins, or perhaps it was all the stress from the last three days finally bubbling out. Either way, Cheryl lost it.
“Shut the fuck up, Allison!” she snapped, “I almost broke my neck and it was all your fault! If you hadn't been tickling me, I wouldn't have fallen! And all you want to do that damn stupid voice again! That's just retarded! If your not going to help me bitch, just go the fuck away!”
Allison's face fell. She'd just wanted to was ease the tension after what had to be an embarrassing fall for her friend! And Cheryl wanted to blame her instead of her own clumsiness?! And called her a BITCH!!! A look of steel replaced Allison's hurt expression. If that's how she wanted it...
“Oh, I'll help...” she whispered, approaching Cheryl.
Cheryl missed the war of emotions crossing Allison's face. Lifting herself out of the hole was proving harder than she thought. In the position she was it, it was hard to get much push out of her legs, and Cheryl's upper body strength wasn't much. She was lifting her bottom up inch by inch, taking most of her concentration and willpower to do it.
Allison grabbed Cheryl under her shoulders, but instead of pulling she wiggled her fingers. The thin, short sleeve shirt shirt that Cheryl was wearing did almost nothing to keep those finger out of her underarms, and a jolt of ticklishness shot up into her biceps.
With a shriek, all the tension left Cheryl's arms, and she fell back into the hole.
“What was that!” Cheryl snapped, If you're going to help, pull! Don't tickle! You know I hate that!” Cheryl chastised her friend, anger making her blind to her situation. Again, she pushed herself a up.
“Sorry, how clumsy of me, Lets try this again,” Allison grabbed underneath Cheryl's shoulders again and lifted as Cheryl pushed down. Cheryl's body moved up more than six inches before Allison's fingertips suddenly slipped into Cheryl's sleeves, fingernails grazing over smooth, milky white skin, sending even more waves of tickling through Cheryl's body, causing her to jerk wildly.
“Hehe eheh eheheh Alllliiisssoooonnnnnnn ehe e,” Cheryl cried, falling back down again, “Don't You did it on purpose that time! Knock it off, whore!” Her face grew red from more than just laughter.
Allison just stared at her, her blue eyes iron cold, and as Cheryl met her gaze, a cold chill ran down her spine, replacing the anger that had been building. It suddenly occurred to the redhead that yelling at her friend and insulting her when sh was in such a vulnerable position may not have been the best idea.
“I just...I can't get out of here Allison if you keep tickling me...it's...it's too hard...” she said in a sheepish, little voice girl voice.
“Are you sure? Maybe you're just not trying hard enough. Man up. Surely a little tickling isn't going to get the best of you,” Allison whispered, the look on her face positively predatory.
So Cheryl did, quickly without warning, hoping to push herself up and roll to the side before Allison knew what she was doing. It didn't work.
This time, Allison tickled her knees, pinching just above the kneecap. With Cheryl wearing shorts that only went down to mid thigh, they were bare, and the cheerleader seemed to know the exact spots on which to put pressure, vibrating her fingertips just so.
Cheryl shrieked again, but this time didn't immediately collapse back into the hole. Even as a new stream of giggles poured from her slender red lips, she forced her leg and arm muscles to stay clenched, trying though sheer focus to force her body up.
It was a battle of wills. Cheryl tried so hard, making weary muscles work harder than they were used to. But Allison's fingers never stopped wiggling, sending waves of titillation sweeping over Cheryl, trying to turn those muscles into jello.
The look on Cheryl's face was ridiculous, half sheer determination, half giggling school girl. Still her body moved up an inch at a time, moving higher than it had before. But it was like there was a weight on her stomach, growing heavier with each twitch of Allison's fingertips. Too soon, Cheryl's muscles gave in, sending her back down.
“Oh, so close honey,” Allison mocked her, “Probably just needed to do more sit-ups in gym class!” Allison gave Cheryl's belly a few pokes, “Now try, try again. Remember the little engine that could!”
“He eh ehehe eheh nawwwooo he eheh Allison he ehehehh e,” Cheryl's giggles continued as the blond cheerleader kept jabbing so close to her sensitive bellybutton, “Ahah ahah myyhhehyhyyy frieehe eheh friieennnnddd ha hah h ahahh ahah pleeeaasseee he eheheh Alllison he eheh I can't heheh eheh do this he e eheheh!!!”
“I'm not Allison, not your friend,” the blond cheerleader said stiffly, “I'm the retarded Wicked Bitch of the West! I'm a whore! Why would I help you?”
An apology was on the tip of Cheryl's lips. She had called her friend those awful, awful names! So she would beg her friends forgiveness, try to make things right between then! But suddenly, irrationally, her anger from earlier returned, like a hot breeze. Why should she! This was all Allison's fault! Her and her damned tickling had caused this! She deserved to be called bitch and whore and several others! Cheryl would be damned if she would kiss Allison's tan ass now! Somehow, she would get out of this in spite of Allison, would rub her friends nose in it!
Pure stubbornness enveloped Cheryl. Quitting was not an option. She became that little engine who could, trying again and again to get out of the trap she found herself in. Her muscles strained like never before, every bit of her being fully determined to lift her bottom out of that hole. But it was not meant to be.
Each time Cheryl struggled, Allison met her attempt with more tickles. Sometimes she went back to stroking the redheads armpits or pinching her knees. Other times she found knew places, poking her ribs, digging into her hips or lightly wiggling that spot behind Cheryl's calves. Every tickle, no matter where Allison tried, left Cheryl laughing hysterically.
Try as hard as she could, Cheryl just couldn't get out! It was awful! She could only fight the tickling for several seconds, willing her muscles to ignore the sensations sweeping through her nervous system. Then, she'd crumble again, arms and legs giving out, sliding deeper into the hole than before!
Cheryl felt so frustrated! She never remembered being this ticklish before in her life! Not when tickled by aunts and uncles as a child, friends at slumber parties or even boyfriends! It was like every touch from Allison's delicate fingers made Cheryl's body quiver with hysteria, forced her muscles to spasm and then deflate.
It left Cheryl feeling weak, like a little girl. She resisted as long as she could, trying not to give Allison the satisfaction of winning. But even her spirit couldn't hold out.
“HE eh eheh ehe stawwp he ehe ehheeh stawp pleaaseee he eheh eheh Allisoonnnh he eh ehehehehheh let he ehe heh meheh hehehehh meeeehehehehh uppppp!!!! nawwoooo he eheh eheheheh mooorrreee he eheh eheh I can aha ahahah cannn'tttt ahah ahahh taaaahakkkeee ha ahah ahah annynanananyyyy hahahahahhahah morrreeee!!!! Jusstttt ah ahhh ahahhhahh STAWWWWWPPPPPP!!!!”
But Allison didn't want to stop. She had never meant to tickle Cheryl so much. In the beginning, she was only going to do it once or twice, a a joke, to lessen Cheryl's embarrassment at being so clumsy. Then, after Cheryl had insulted her so cruelly, Allison had planned to do it for only a few minutes, just to teach her a lesson. But now...Tickling Cheryl had turned into a major rush!
The smallest flick of her fingers had her friend helpless, unable to do something as simple as standing up, unable to stop the peals of wild, uncontrollable laughter, pouring from her red, red lips was like sweet music. And the more Allison tickled Cheryl, the more control she lost. Her arms and legs began pounding the ground, while her head swung wildly from side to side. Her pleas became more and more pathetic.
In her few sexual encounters, Allison had been the passive one, lying on her back while some hulking football player plowed her. But now, she was in charge, dominating her friend with only the smallest movement of her fingers over Cheryl's soft, warm skin. It was an experience totally new to the blond cheerleader, and totally addicting. She couldn't stop.
It was like Allison's hands were moving on their own, meeting each of Cheryl's escape attempts by finding a new tickle spot to torment. Allison watched as her fingertips wiggles over Cheryl's underarms, so smooth, massaged her belly, so flat, or squeezed her legs, so firm. The sensations traveling up Allison's fingertips were every bit as delicious as the hysterical cries assaulting her ears.
It was as if Allison was hypnotized, as out of control as her victim.
The tickling might have gone on until Cheryl passed out and the sudden quiet snapped Allison out of her tickling trance. But something else happened first . Even though Cheryl liked to keep her shoes laced tight and double knotted, the repeated impact of her feet slamming into the hard ground kicked one of her Nike's up into the air.
Both girls froze. Allison stopped tickling, Cheryl stopped kicking. Both stared at that shoe as it arched through the sir, getting several feet high before it started its descent. Only Cheryl's post tickle giggles and pants broke the silence the the Nike's seemingly slow motion journey ended in a bush.
But that didn't end the surreal moment. Once the shoe disappeared, both women focused on Cheryl's sock covered foot. The sock was pure white, not design or even a stain to mar it. It somehow seemed to reflect the morning sun, seemed to sparkle as it hung there at the end of Cheryl's leg.
“Are your feet ticklish?” Allison asked slowly, each word seeming to hang in the air, solid and merciless.
Cheryl could only shake her head 'no', fear evident in her eyes. Again, there was a long, pregnant pause, both women waiting for something. Then Allison pounced on Cheryl's feet, wrapping her arms around the ankles.
“Allison!” Cheryl begged, terror replacing even the last trace of anger or stubbornness now, “Please don't do this! Please leave them alone! I'm sorry I yelled at you! Please!” She continued screaming at her friend, struggling frantically to get out, pushing on the ground with all her strength. Cheryl tried to kick her feet free from her friends grasp, but with only her calves free, there was little strength behind her efforts. Soon Allison had her other shoe and both socks off in a pile under a nearby tree.
“But I'm a bitch,” Allison said, “Bitches don't help their friends. They don't show mercy. Bitches do what THEY want to do.” She was obviously staring at Cheryl's naked foot as she held it in the crook of her elbow! It was so small, barely even a size five, so pink, so delicate looking, with five perfect toes wiggling frantically.
Then there was no more taunting or teasing, no wiggling a finger or two over the foot. Just five fingernails, suddenly and swiftly being raked over a tender sole..
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