Julie inhaled deeply, and took a quick look at the camcorder on the
tripod. "Hi!" she answered brightly, "My name is Julie Taylor and
I'm pledging ..."
"Haw Haw Haw ... I get it now, Helen!" guffawed the thickset woman in
the shirt reading "WOMYN'S RIGHTS NOW", pointing at the helpless
Julie, "Blondie here is pledging a sorority and the bitches are hazing
her."
"Duh, Ida!" replied Helen, then studying the sturdy pillory and stocks
that held the blonde beauty motionless, "Man, they went to a lot of
fucking trouble to haze one fucking pledge. Wonder how come?"
"Uh ... ummm ... hello?" interjected Julie and going against every
instinct, she fluttered her toes, the scarlet nails looked most
seductive, "I was wondering if I could ask a (gulp) favor of you
ladies? W-W-Would you mind ... that is ... see, I'm supposed to ask
people ... would you like to (ulp) ... tickle the soles of my feet?".
"Well, gee, Blondie" answered Ida, enjoying the gorgeous girl's obvious
discomfort, "I mean, we don't even know you ... what kind of `girls' do
you take us for ... haw haw".
"Uh ... look, no offense, okay?" asked Julie hopefully, the prospect of
being so helplessly displayed for these two women was heightening an
already severe sense of self consciousness and vulnerability. She
tried adopting a familiar tone with them, as though talking to her
girlfriends. "Look ..." she said, her voice a confidential
whisper, "Just between us ... I'm pledging Tau Kai Lambda ... and those
screwy broads came up with this crazy stunt, see? See, I've got to
convince twenty people to tickle my feet today - crazy, right - I mean,
I'm with you two, this is ridiculous. I mean, am I right? Anyway,
I've already been through a ton of shit and this is the last test,
okay? So ... if you too could kinda ... play along ... I'd really
appreciate it! Really!".
Helen played dumb; the bimbo was obviously uncomfortable discussing
this, so she'd figure she'd make her talk a little more. "So ... what
you're saying is ... you want Ida and me to tickle you, is that it?".
"No ... no ... not at all!" replied Julie with frantic urgency, then
again in her conspiratorial whisper, "I think I can be straight with
you girls, can't I? This is kinda embarrassing but ... the fact is,
well, my feet are ... kinda sensitive, y'know? They're ... well,
they're ticklish ... my feet are very very ticklish! My so called
`sisters' think it's some kind of joke or something, but ... well, it's
really, uhm ... unpleasant? Anyway, I know how we three can play a
joke on them! See, if you to PRETEND to tickle me and I go crazy
laughing and all ... well, I get credit for two persons and those dumb
broads won't know the differece, right?"
Ida laughed out loud. "Blondie, you got some fucking case, I'll say
that for you. Stuck up bitches like you strut this campus preening
like damn Miss America or something, looking at us like we're dirt!
And you have the BALLS to ask us to go easy on you? Gimme a feather,
Helen!".
"Look, girls, I don't know what your experience has been but but ... I
support gay rights and I'm not a prejudiced person and I ... AHA HA HA
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ... WHEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... OH NOT
THERE ... NOT THE TOES ... HA HA HA HA HA HA ... OH GOD YES .... HA HA
HA HA ... I-I-I LOVE IT ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE .. G-GO AHEAD ... BWOO
HOO HOO HA HA ... T-T-TICKLE MY FEET!"
Unfortunately for Julie, Helen had other ideas! She slipped around
behind the helplessly bound blonde and slipped her rough hands up
underneath Julie's T-shirt, initially tickling the girl's defenseless
ribs. After a few seconds, however, instinct got the better of Helen
and she began kneading Julie's full plump tits and simulating pelvic
thrusts.
"Man, she got some nice melons, Ida!" snickered Helen, molesting the
captive blonde. In a seemingly incongruous scene, Julie's reaction to
this unwelcome assault ... was hysterical cackling laughter! ida
applied the feather to Julie's hyper ticklish soles with fiendish skill.
"Glad to see you're enjoying yourself, Blondie!" she taunted.
"... AHA HA HA HA HA ... W-W-WAIT ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... S-S-
STOP ... HOO HOO HA HA ... THIS ISN'T F-F-FAIR ... HEE HEE HEE HEE
HEE ... Y-Y-YOU'RE ONLY ALLOWED ... HA HA HA HA HA ... T-TO TOUCH ...
WHEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... M-M-MY FEEEEEEET ... AHA HA HA HA HA!".
"Oh, man, my bad, Sweet Cheeks!" chuckled Helen, withdrawing her
roaming hands, "Better let her alone, Ida, we fucked up ... damn, I'm
so embarrassed!"
"Yeah ... sorry about the tits and all, Blondie ..." chimed in
Ida, "Look, we got a class coming up anyway but hey ..." Ida stuffed a
piece of paper into Julie's rear pocket, fondling her ass
shamelessly, "Here's our number. Give us a call when you're `free' ...
haw haw!".
"Yeah ..." added Helen over her shoulder as the two girls left, "We'll
get together ... have a few LAUGHS ... oh, man, I crack myself up
sometimes ..."
Julie Taylor, humiliated and violated, sat in the stocks and
pillory. How the hell did she ever let it go this far, she wondered.
It couldn't possibly be worth it! But if she pulled out now, all the
shit she'd put up with until now would be for nothing. Angry, she set
her jaw and looked at the camcorder with steely resolve!
What do you think, folks? Feedback? Julie
has a long way to go, eh?
tripod. "Hi!" she answered brightly, "My name is Julie Taylor and
I'm pledging ..."
"Haw Haw Haw ... I get it now, Helen!" guffawed the thickset woman in
the shirt reading "WOMYN'S RIGHTS NOW", pointing at the helpless
Julie, "Blondie here is pledging a sorority and the bitches are hazing
her."
"Duh, Ida!" replied Helen, then studying the sturdy pillory and stocks
that held the blonde beauty motionless, "Man, they went to a lot of
fucking trouble to haze one fucking pledge. Wonder how come?"
"Uh ... ummm ... hello?" interjected Julie and going against every
instinct, she fluttered her toes, the scarlet nails looked most
seductive, "I was wondering if I could ask a (gulp) favor of you
ladies? W-W-Would you mind ... that is ... see, I'm supposed to ask
people ... would you like to (ulp) ... tickle the soles of my feet?".
"Well, gee, Blondie" answered Ida, enjoying the gorgeous girl's obvious
discomfort, "I mean, we don't even know you ... what kind of `girls' do
you take us for ... haw haw".
"Uh ... look, no offense, okay?" asked Julie hopefully, the prospect of
being so helplessly displayed for these two women was heightening an
already severe sense of self consciousness and vulnerability. She
tried adopting a familiar tone with them, as though talking to her
girlfriends. "Look ..." she said, her voice a confidential
whisper, "Just between us ... I'm pledging Tau Kai Lambda ... and those
screwy broads came up with this crazy stunt, see? See, I've got to
convince twenty people to tickle my feet today - crazy, right - I mean,
I'm with you two, this is ridiculous. I mean, am I right? Anyway,
I've already been through a ton of shit and this is the last test,
okay? So ... if you too could kinda ... play along ... I'd really
appreciate it! Really!".
Helen played dumb; the bimbo was obviously uncomfortable discussing
this, so she'd figure she'd make her talk a little more. "So ... what
you're saying is ... you want Ida and me to tickle you, is that it?".
"No ... no ... not at all!" replied Julie with frantic urgency, then
again in her conspiratorial whisper, "I think I can be straight with
you girls, can't I? This is kinda embarrassing but ... the fact is,
well, my feet are ... kinda sensitive, y'know? They're ... well,
they're ticklish ... my feet are very very ticklish! My so called
`sisters' think it's some kind of joke or something, but ... well, it's
really, uhm ... unpleasant? Anyway, I know how we three can play a
joke on them! See, if you to PRETEND to tickle me and I go crazy
laughing and all ... well, I get credit for two persons and those dumb
broads won't know the differece, right?"
Ida laughed out loud. "Blondie, you got some fucking case, I'll say
that for you. Stuck up bitches like you strut this campus preening
like damn Miss America or something, looking at us like we're dirt!
And you have the BALLS to ask us to go easy on you? Gimme a feather,
Helen!".
"Look, girls, I don't know what your experience has been but but ... I
support gay rights and I'm not a prejudiced person and I ... AHA HA HA
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ... WHEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... OH NOT
THERE ... NOT THE TOES ... HA HA HA HA HA HA ... OH GOD YES .... HA HA
HA HA ... I-I-I LOVE IT ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE .. G-GO AHEAD ... BWOO
HOO HOO HA HA ... T-T-TICKLE MY FEET!"
Unfortunately for Julie, Helen had other ideas! She slipped around
behind the helplessly bound blonde and slipped her rough hands up
underneath Julie's T-shirt, initially tickling the girl's defenseless
ribs. After a few seconds, however, instinct got the better of Helen
and she began kneading Julie's full plump tits and simulating pelvic
thrusts.
"Man, she got some nice melons, Ida!" snickered Helen, molesting the
captive blonde. In a seemingly incongruous scene, Julie's reaction to
this unwelcome assault ... was hysterical cackling laughter! ida
applied the feather to Julie's hyper ticklish soles with fiendish skill.
"Glad to see you're enjoying yourself, Blondie!" she taunted.
"... AHA HA HA HA HA ... W-W-WAIT ... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... S-S-
STOP ... HOO HOO HA HA ... THIS ISN'T F-F-FAIR ... HEE HEE HEE HEE
HEE ... Y-Y-YOU'RE ONLY ALLOWED ... HA HA HA HA HA ... T-TO TOUCH ...
WHEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... M-M-MY FEEEEEEET ... AHA HA HA HA HA!".
"Oh, man, my bad, Sweet Cheeks!" chuckled Helen, withdrawing her
roaming hands, "Better let her alone, Ida, we fucked up ... damn, I'm
so embarrassed!"
"Yeah ... sorry about the tits and all, Blondie ..." chimed in
Ida, "Look, we got a class coming up anyway but hey ..." Ida stuffed a
piece of paper into Julie's rear pocket, fondling her ass
shamelessly, "Here's our number. Give us a call when you're `free' ...
haw haw!".
"Yeah ..." added Helen over her shoulder as the two girls left, "We'll
get together ... have a few LAUGHS ... oh, man, I crack myself up
sometimes ..."
Julie Taylor, humiliated and violated, sat in the stocks and
pillory. How the hell did she ever let it go this far, she wondered.
It couldn't possibly be worth it! But if she pulled out now, all the
shit she'd put up with until now would be for nothing. Angry, she set
her jaw and looked at the camcorder with steely resolve!
What do you think, folks? Feedback? Julie
has a long way to go, eh?
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