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PART 1
Autumn in Shaker campus meant pranks and pranks always meant entertainment for the onlookers.
Tonight, the Zeta Gamma sorority house had its lights ablaze, its magnificent brick façade festooned with decorative silk. A collection of boots and heels and sneakers and flip flops crowded the pink doormat where the oak double doors were thrown wide open, and light and music and laughter leaked out in the cold seasonal air, galvanizing those waiting to get in. The house was a relic, three stories of a dozen bedrooms and closets and secret passages, all with a hundred tales to tell, as old as the sorority itself when they’d bought it upon settling in California. Two wide sprawling balconies, one atop the other, snaked along the house’s exterior, bursting with plants and statues and crushed red cups and giggling drunk students.
Cassidy briefly wondered how terrible a mistake she’d made. The junior marine biology student had her hands clasped behind her back as the crowd of girls in front of her waved their entrance tickets and were led in. They wore standard sorority attire, baring their long legs and slim arms, reeking of expensive perfume. Like a clone army of Barbies, all screaming in sync through a shared hive mind.
Cassidy on the other hand wore tight blue jeans and a black silk jersey that left her biceps and back freezing. On her feet were a pair of skater shoes hugging her bare ankles. Her only real disguise was the replacement of her chunky glasses with her friend Melody’s contacts (they shared the same prescription) and the purple streaks she had nervously bled into her strawberry blonde hair. It didn’t take much from her natural geeky look and the biology student was half sure that the two sorority sisters at the door would pin her down and haul her off to the rest of the “entertainment.”
Cassidy shuddered.
An astute student her whole life, Cassidy had entered Shaker University giddy to finally meet like minded new friends in the science and research field. And it was terrific. But university life had another dark secret.
“Come in! Come in!” The redhead at the door beamed at Cassidy, snatching her fake ticket without even a glance.
“Thanks,” hiccuped Cassidy, terrified.
The redhead was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. She was slim as a beanpole, with sculpted strong shoulders and a taut, long navel where three piercings glistened. She wore what looked like torn clothes half her size, exposing her long tanned limbs. Her sea green eyes sparkled with tispy livelihood as she gave Cassidy a side-hug, steering her to her friend.
“Oh you’re new,” said her companion, who wore pastel colored glasses, a powder blue blouse and jean shorts that covered her hips and not much else. “I’m Maggie, this is Felicity. She’s a new rush.”
Cassidy shook Maggie’s hand. Maggie was famous - head of the sorority and captain of the Shaker volleyball team and also a massive slut if you believed the stories. Her parents owned half the city and the blonde bombshell had a cloud of vicious rumors of bullying and cruel tricks. Prank week on campus seemed to bleed perfectly into the she-devil’s predilections. Cassidy suppressed a flash of fear as Maggie led her hand down the hall.
“I’ll show you around, new girl. It’s a big house, easy to get lost in.”
“Bye!” the red-haired beauty called.
“Um thanks,” muttered Cassidy.
“So as you know, for the Zeta Gamma sisters, we always exact revenge on a club or student body that messed with us the year before. This year we decided to get creative. You know which poor souls we snatched?”
Cassidy swallowed, tried not to show fear. “The - the science club?”
“Yes!” Maggie crowed, pumping her fist. “Those cocky nerds are finally getting their due. And best of all, they’re complete greenhorns! No one’s ever touched them because they’re always in their labs doing math. You should have seen the first few girls we brought here, they looked like they were going to faint in front of a crowd!” The stunning blonde stepped closer, her warm lips nearly brushing Cassidy’s ear. “They have the best reactions. So weak and adorable.”
“That sounds amazing,” Cassidy said, trying to sound excited. The truth was she herself felt faint in front of this crowd. Having joined the science club herself last month, she’d been betting on the fact that she was so new no one would recognize her. But seeing the sorority up close, she wondered if her rescue mission would end horribly wrong.
I have to save my friends, Cassidy thought, steeling herself. They were counting on her to free them from this...abomination of depravity and hedonism.
“You look nervous,” Maggie laughed. “Let’s get some shots before we take the tour.”
In the basement, the main prize was on full display. A huge crowd had gathered because this one was quite famous, her name on campus associated with intelligence and brilliance. The onlookers sneered and laughed and took pictures, happy to see the haughty smart girl brought down a peg.
“Oh Kareena,” whispered Cassidy, trembling.
Kareena Shareef was typically known to don a white lab coat over her slim frame, pretty face crinkled in a mask of focus behind her glasses as she tapped a pencil on her desk, one leg crossed over the other. They had all seen her in front of newsletters now and again because she was winning scholarships or accolades. Rumor was that Harvard had sent a dozen bribes to try and steal her away but she stayed in Shaker to support her family. A brilliant mind behind a quiet, attentive smile.
Tonight, the neurology student was tied to a wooden pillar, kneeling on her knees, her arms tied behind her slim back, forearms parallel to the floor, the bottoms of her feet aimed upwards as they poked from a pair of wooden stocks locked over her ankles behind her. She was completely naked apart from a pink-and-blue leash around her neck - the colors of Zeta Gamma - and a pink and blue sock tied over her eyes. Sweat glistened brightly off her chocolate brown skin, plastering her long black hair against her bare back. Someone had diligently painted the sorority colors on her fingernails and toenails too so that the varnish sparkled in the light.
The science club member was beset by three sorority sisters, all giggling cruelly and taunting her. One kneeled behind her, wearing a cheerleader outfit with hazel eyes, brown hair in pigtail, and spidering her long nails along Kareena’s soft cappuccino soles - not truly tickling, just teasing - as those long nails danced a hairsbreadth from the Indian girl’s trapped, helpless soles, reminding her with each sudden brush that she was entirely at their mercy. She also had a long pink feather - about a foot long - which she’d flourish for the crowd before tracing its feathery tip along the rim of Kareena’s butt, making the proud smart girl gasp and moan lightly for the stocks were so wide apart that she could not close her cheeks fully. Instead, the stocks would shudder and clank as that feather made its rotation, teasing the neurology student as it graced deeper and deeper ever so slightly, stimulating her incredibly sensitive anus. Mixing that with a quick spidering along each foot sent the poor diligent student in hysterics.
The next sorority sister was a chubby eurotrash brunette wearing a pink tank top with flowers across it. She looked bored and displeased as she twirled two slightly smaller feathers along Kareena’s sweat-gleamed breasts. Kareena’s nipples were erect and looked hard as bullets as each feather twirled aimlessly around the bud, making her gasp and pant slightly, biting her lip. There was no getting away because as the Indian girl tried to lean away for a second of respite, her tormentor would sigh and grab a fistful of her silky hair, yanking her taut, and then grab another big handful of her soft breasts, massaging those pillowy jugs while holding her helplessly still and Kareena began to beg in half-coherent, passion-rasped, whimpers for release, for mercy.
“Say you’re sorry, toy,” ordered the chubby sorority sister in her London accent.
“I’m soooooorry!” Kareena begged. “I’m a stuuuupid girl!”
“Keep your dirty toes spread, toy!” ordered the cheerleader behind her. “Don’t you ever close these weak ticklish toes in front of us, understand? Ticklish nerdy girls like you only deserve to be tickled.” She pulled back Kareena’s big toe, pulling the tendon taut, the foot imobile, and began sawing her nails up and down driving the poor girl insane.
“I’m soooorry!” Kareena sobbed. “I’m soooooorry! Pleeeaaase nooooo!”
“Is that all you know how to say?” teased the last sorority sister, smirking. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart?”
The last girl was the tallest, looking severe in a crisp white dress shirt, a pencil black skirt and Kareena’s glasses on her face. In fact, she wore the astute student’s lab coat over her back too like a cape. She was kneeling down, face level to Kareena, and stroking her tear-streaked face while teasing another long pink feather gently between the shapely Indian’s legs. Kareena’s womanhood was hovering off the ground, completely exposed and helpless, as the tanned blonde caressed it with a long feather. The feather’s tip looked slicked to a point already and Kareena’s womanhood, to the delight of the onlookers, appeared swollen with naughty lust. Whimpers and moans exited Kareena’s mouth unwillingly as the feather made its journey. Her long brown fingers dug into her own back as she gasped and trembled.
“Isn’t this one a beauty,” laughed Maggie. “She was so reasonable and calm when we kidnapped her; didn’t even try to fight us. Thought she could talk her way out of this one, what a joke! And she’s such a helpless virgin; it took our girls half an hour to turn her into our little tickle toy.”
Cassidy wished she could leap forward and save her friend. The cool and commanding Kareena, reduced to this!
A fresh high pitched squeal burst from Kareena as the cheerleader stroked her index fingers up Kareena’s helpless soles. Like most bookworms, Kareena’s feet were soft and unblemished, as tender as calfskin. They were light brown at the tops and faded to a dusty pale at the bottoms where the caramel color accentuated the wrinkles along her arch. She had high arches and long plump toes. Like a lot of nerds, she was self conscious of her body and usually never wore open toe shoes or ever went barefoot. Now, cheerleader was drawing figure eights on the conservative girl’s arches, making her scream and beg and giggle. The teasing seemed to only make the other sensual places on her body even more receptive as Kareena’s laughs took on a raspy, throaty tenor.
After another five minutes, ragged, guttural noises began bursting out of Kareena’s lips as the feathers tortured her butt and nipples and womanhood. The smell of her arousal was nakedly evident and from the tears coursing out of her sock-blindfold, she knew that everyone could tell. Still those animal grunts of lust continued to rip from her lips as she began arching her back, fingernails digging into her own shoulder blades as her body yearned for the final release.
“Wow such a dirty tickle toy,” laughed the girl wearing Kareena’s glasses and lab coat. “Do you like that sock over your face? Is that turning you on?”
“UHHAGGHHH UUAAH” Kareena moaned, gyrating her hips towards her tormentor’s feather, wanting its touch to be more solid, more pressured.
“Oh she likes my sock, it’s making her wet for the first time in her nerdy life,” sneered Maggie, now stepping forward. Everyone laughed, throwing in their own taunts and insults. The blonde sorority leader stopped in front of Kareena and roughly grabbed her cheeks with one manicured pale hand. “So you want to cum nerd?”
“I phant pho phum” Kareena sobbed between Maggie’s fingers.
“Well should we let her?” Maggie whirled on the crowd.
“NO!” came the resounding wave, amid chuckles.
“Hear that, toy? Too bad.” Maggie slid one finger into Kareena’s mouth, sliding it in and out before plucking it away and untying her sock from Kareena’s eyes. The Indian girl blinked in fear and submission at the tall blonde girl standing over her. Quickly, she was untied and without her bounds, Kareena collapsed on the ground, knees pulled tight.
“Y-you bitch,” Kareena gasped out, glaring up at Maggie, her senses evidently returning.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” Maggie ordered, yanking on her leash. Kareena fell on the floor, wincing, her butt up in the air. “Everyone’s waited so long for you to get all nice and wet for them.”
And now Cassidy understood the crowd. With that, all the boys and girls watching surged forward, pinning the naked girl at each limb as they tickled every inch of her body. Kareena screamed, “NO NON NO HAHAHAHAHA!” As dozens of fingers wiggled, scratched and teased every inch of her feverishly hot body. Cassidy spotted two sorority girls taking turns clawing her sole, raking long white lines on the brown foot. Another gang of boys had her other leg pinned down and were licking different parts of her foot, all of her toes enveloped by hungry mouths. Others poked and prodded her taut sweaty stomach, making her jump side to side, while two sorority girls with black hair were swirling their fingers one at a time into her navel making her bounce her hips up and down. Kareena laughed and howled, tossing her head, her raven locks flying as she begged and blubbered between bouts of forced laughter.
“Laugh you stupid girl,” said Maggie dominantly. The queen bee shoved a few people aside and straddled the hot and sweaty nerd and began ravaging her armpits and sides and tickling under her lovely breasts. Kareena screamed and screamed, all composure lost, as her upper body flew up and down, pinned by Maggie’s weight.
“Oh look, she’s humping me! Pathetic!” Maggie joked as others laughed. Maggie rearranged herself so that her legs were atop Kareena’s long slender torso. Cassidy watched in horror as she began to push her big athletic soles into Kareena’s face. Kareena was soon smothered under her tormentor’s big sweaty feet, her laughter muffled as Maggie lathered the neurology student’s face with her white soles.
The tickling continued for half an hour before Maggie stood up. When she did, she frowned. The other girl - the new girl - was gone.
Cassidy raced through the Zeta Gamma house, spilling drinks and tripping over others. She was terrified and confused. She dove into the sea of bodies, dancing and making out, and nearly banged her hip on a beer pong table, shuddering the cups. The mousy brunette raced away as angry shouts berated her for ruining their game. She burst into an empty bathroom, gasping for air, and forced herself to hold onto the sink.
“So...claustrophobic,” she said. She was dizzy and hot and anxious.
Plus seeing her senior student who’d always been a role model to her beg and degrade herself like that made Cassidy feel...weird. She remembered that one time when Kareena leaned over her shoulder, the smell of shampoo fresh and clean, as the older student calmly explained a chemistry problem to Cassidy.
Just how would those caramel colored soles feel under her fingers? So soft and plush…
“No, stop it,” Cassidy said, shaking her head. What was she thinking?
The new science club member smoothed her hair and then slipped her glasses back over her eyes - those contacts had fallen out at some point. She splashed cold water on her hot face and armpits until she felt human again.
Then she looked in the mirror.
“Fuck it,” she whispered.
She popped the toilet seat up and unzipped her jeans. To no surprise, her panties were already damp, her womanhood felt tender. “Fuck,” Cassidy whispered again, sliding two fingers down to gingerly touch herself. Little lightning bolts of pleasure shot up her body. “Oh…” A few gentle rubs. “Ugh…” She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Kareena’s regal face contorted in a mask of helpless laughter as Cassidy scrolled her fingers up and down those big sexy brown soles. Cassidy bit her lower lip, imagining Kareena shouting her name, begging, as Cassidy then spidered her fingers up the beautiful senior’s lissome torso, drinking up her scent, her sweat. The fingers working her own womanhood began to work faster now, sliding in and out faster and faster. “Fuck!” Cassidy gasped, climaxing in a dizzy haze of exhilaration. “Oh my god.”
“Hello?” Someone banged on the door.
“Uh...coming!” Cassidy wiped herself weakly with a towel and zipped her jeans. Moving her legs now still bloomed faint tingles of pleasure up her waist. She forced a smile.
“Cassidy?”
“Oh…” it was the redhead who’d been at the door with Maggie. “You’re...Felicity right?”
“Yeah.” The gorgeous redhead smiled at her, dimples popping. “Hey you were hanging out with Maggie right? Don’t worry, we all think she’s a bit much.”
“Right.” Cassidy felt her mouth go dry. “A bit much.” She noticed for a quick second that Felicity was barefoot, her toenails painted white.
“Want to grab a drink? We’ve got a fire going outside.”
“Actually...I was wondering, do you know where all the other, um, toys are being kept? You know, for the sorority members and VIPs?”
“What, is our neurology student not enough for you?” Felicity teased.
Cassidy blushed. “Well…”
The redhead leaned over and jabbed Cassidy in the side. “Eek!” The petite brunette staggered and glared daggers at Felicity as the redhead laughed goodnaturedly. “No peeking at the other science club girls until tomorrow. If we let everyone play with them all they want, they’d be all spent in a few days.”
“So...you know where they are?”
“Obviously.” Felicity smirked. “My favourite is the Chu girl. Small girls with big tempers are a huge turn on for me.” She reached over and squirreled another finger into Cassidy’s armpit. Cassidy shrieked and spun around. “You got a preference?”
“Yeah,” said Cassidy, slowly. “Taller girls. With big ticklish feet.”
Felicity turned and the taser caught her just at the hip. The stunning redhead stumbled forward, pitching on her face, and Cassidy caught her just before she hit the ground. A string of drool sloshed from her perfect lips as she flopped and struggled weakly. “Shut up,” Cassidy whispered, forcing her inside the bathroom. She locked the door and then wrestled Felicity into the bathtub. Her heart was racing a million miles a second. Felicity cracked one emerald green eye and moaned. Cassidy slapped her.“Shut up, tickle toy,” she said.
Cassidy tied the sorority girl’s wrists over her head with the bath curtain. Her wrists were big and veined with hours of sports and tying them proved hard with Cassidy’s petite fingers. Then she yanked off Felicity’s jean shorts and used the studded belt to lash the redhead’s ankles together and finally to the toilet pipe. The whole time, Felicity’s big bare feet were right in front of her face, their scent and heat pressed against Cassidy’s cheeks.
“You are so hot,” Cassidy hissed, stroking one nail up the redhead’s soft sole. Felicity jerked in her slumber, toes twitching.
Cassidy sat down and grabbed her own skater shoes, popping them off. Wiggling her toes, Cassidy stripped her shoelaces off and used them to bind Felicity’s big toes together before looping more laces around her knees and then connecting the two. The result was that Felicity’s feet were now forced backwards, pulled taut by her knees, her soles stretched big and pale.
“Where did that Cassidy girl go?” Maggie asked annoyed.
“I don’t know,” muttered Justin. He was currently focused on the dumb neurology student at their feet, digging his fingers into her pliant sides. She was gagged with both of Maggie’s socks, tears streaming down her face as the quarterback played her body like an accordion.
“Can you focus?” Maggie snarled, kicking him. Her bare foot bounced off his shredded chest.
“What?” Justin pouted, releasing Kareena.
“There was a new girl here. She was with me and then she left.”
“Maybe she went for a smoke.”
“Idiot. She was obviously with the science club members. Here to rescue them.”
At this, Kareena’s eyes lit up. The bound girl looked up silently at the two campus royalty. Was Cassidy really here? Shy, petite Cassidy?
“Whatever. We need to find her. She seemed…” Maggie struggled to find the right word. “....unpredictable.”
“On it babe,” Justin said. “Can I make this one cum really quick again? I like the look she makes when I do this,” he squeezed Kareena’s hips making her squeal. “But she’s on the edge.”
“Shut up.” The golden haired queen bee snapped her fingers. “Leslie. Mara. Beth. Your break is up.”
The chubby eurotrash, the cheerleader, and the dress shirt girl brandished their new feathers and their rope. “MMMPH MMMPH!” Kareena begged, scrambling back as they tied her up just like before. Once again the feathers began to tease her helpless nubile body. Once again the onlookers returned.
Felicity screamed, whipping her red hair back and forth as Cassidy raked her nails up and down her bare feet.
“Oh yeah,” taunted Cassidy. “Laugh for me.”
She began diddling her nails between Felicity’s long toes, wedging into their ticklish soft crevices. Felicity had pink, oval-shaped digits, and they were utterly ticklish, having spent much time indoors pampered by spa girls. Cassidy found that if she pulled back each toe, the soft skin underneath yielded a new pitched scream for each toe. It was a wonderful discovery, fit for a scientist of Cassidy’s stature.
“PLEAASE MERCY HAHAHAHA!” howled the redhead.
“Like the mercy you showed my friends? Like you showed Irene Chu?” Cassidy grabbed one of the scrubs in the sink and dragged it across Felicity’s soles, up and down. The bristles made rasping sounds as they slid over those big pale canvases of feet and the redhead threw back her head, laughter doubling. “NOOOO NOT THE BRUSHES!!”
Cassidy continued to see-saw the brush up and down. She had to wrestle the bigger girl’s ankles in a headlock as she scraped the bristles with methodical acceleration. God how she loved that scraping sound the brush made against Felicity’s clean white feet.
“Who’s your master?”
She spidered her fingers under Felicity’s arches.
“YOUUU!!”
“And who’s the ticklish slave?”
Cassidy scrolled her nails sideways, teasing the insteps and tendons.
“MEEEE!!”
Bolts of pleasure radiated from Cassidy’s crotch as she heard those submissive words forced out of the cocksure redhead. “Say it for me, you dumb girl!”
“You’re the tickle master and I’m the ticklish slaaaave!!”
“Good girl,” Cassidy slapped Felicity’s soles to bring some color back into them. She took a marker and wrote ‘tickle slave’ one word across each big sole as Felicity giggled and protested helplessly. Then she drew a happy face on the pads of each of her toes making Felicity shudder and gasp.
Cassidy drove her nails into the athletic redhead’s flanks, making her buck and struggle like a horse. The nerdy girl felt a rush of power as she swirled her fingers around Felicity’s navel and stomach, before reaching up and drilling her hollow armpits. This forced the athletic girl to spin back and forth, hopelessly trying to dislodge the smaller girl tickling her. Cassidy directed Felicity's movements cruelly, forcing her to leap in the furthest directions. Felicity’s face was red with laughter. She kicked her bound legs and tossed her head.
“What are you?” Cassidy barked. She twiddled her fingers down the redhead's hot sweaty ribs.
Felicity whimpered her pretty face down. “I’m your ticklish slave!”
“Yes you are, pet,” the mousy brunette whispered into her ear. She planted a kiss right between her shoulder blades making Felicity shiver.
After another hour of torment, Felicity hung slack on her bonds, her big feet reddened by tickles and tingling. Cassidy sat on the sink counter, stroking the redhead’s long beautiful hair.
“Th-that’s everything I know master,” whimpered Felicity.
“Good,” replied Cassidy. She wiggled her fingers under Felicity's neck, exciting helpless giggles. “And you won’t tell anyone about this I trust?”
“No no no no no,” her pet eagerly promised.
“Good tickle slave,” Cassidy said. She hopped off, bare feet splotching against the sweat slick floor. She felt a sudden burst of strength and unfamiliar eagerness staring at the stronger, sexy redhead tied up and helpless, a sense of assurance for the first time in her life rushing through her head. She smiled. “It’s time to get to work.”
Autumn in Shaker campus meant pranks and pranks always meant entertainment for the onlookers.
Tonight, the Zeta Gamma sorority house had its lights ablaze, its magnificent brick façade festooned with decorative silk. A collection of boots and heels and sneakers and flip flops crowded the pink doormat where the oak double doors were thrown wide open, and light and music and laughter leaked out in the cold seasonal air, galvanizing those waiting to get in. The house was a relic, three stories of a dozen bedrooms and closets and secret passages, all with a hundred tales to tell, as old as the sorority itself when they’d bought it upon settling in California. Two wide sprawling balconies, one atop the other, snaked along the house’s exterior, bursting with plants and statues and crushed red cups and giggling drunk students.
Cassidy briefly wondered how terrible a mistake she’d made. The junior marine biology student had her hands clasped behind her back as the crowd of girls in front of her waved their entrance tickets and were led in. They wore standard sorority attire, baring their long legs and slim arms, reeking of expensive perfume. Like a clone army of Barbies, all screaming in sync through a shared hive mind.
Cassidy on the other hand wore tight blue jeans and a black silk jersey that left her biceps and back freezing. On her feet were a pair of skater shoes hugging her bare ankles. Her only real disguise was the replacement of her chunky glasses with her friend Melody’s contacts (they shared the same prescription) and the purple streaks she had nervously bled into her strawberry blonde hair. It didn’t take much from her natural geeky look and the biology student was half sure that the two sorority sisters at the door would pin her down and haul her off to the rest of the “entertainment.”
Cassidy shuddered.
An astute student her whole life, Cassidy had entered Shaker University giddy to finally meet like minded new friends in the science and research field. And it was terrific. But university life had another dark secret.
“Come in! Come in!” The redhead at the door beamed at Cassidy, snatching her fake ticket without even a glance.
“Thanks,” hiccuped Cassidy, terrified.
The redhead was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. She was slim as a beanpole, with sculpted strong shoulders and a taut, long navel where three piercings glistened. She wore what looked like torn clothes half her size, exposing her long tanned limbs. Her sea green eyes sparkled with tispy livelihood as she gave Cassidy a side-hug, steering her to her friend.
“Oh you’re new,” said her companion, who wore pastel colored glasses, a powder blue blouse and jean shorts that covered her hips and not much else. “I’m Maggie, this is Felicity. She’s a new rush.”
Cassidy shook Maggie’s hand. Maggie was famous - head of the sorority and captain of the Shaker volleyball team and also a massive slut if you believed the stories. Her parents owned half the city and the blonde bombshell had a cloud of vicious rumors of bullying and cruel tricks. Prank week on campus seemed to bleed perfectly into the she-devil’s predilections. Cassidy suppressed a flash of fear as Maggie led her hand down the hall.
“I’ll show you around, new girl. It’s a big house, easy to get lost in.”
“Bye!” the red-haired beauty called.
“Um thanks,” muttered Cassidy.
“So as you know, for the Zeta Gamma sisters, we always exact revenge on a club or student body that messed with us the year before. This year we decided to get creative. You know which poor souls we snatched?”
Cassidy swallowed, tried not to show fear. “The - the science club?”
“Yes!” Maggie crowed, pumping her fist. “Those cocky nerds are finally getting their due. And best of all, they’re complete greenhorns! No one’s ever touched them because they’re always in their labs doing math. You should have seen the first few girls we brought here, they looked like they were going to faint in front of a crowd!” The stunning blonde stepped closer, her warm lips nearly brushing Cassidy’s ear. “They have the best reactions. So weak and adorable.”
“That sounds amazing,” Cassidy said, trying to sound excited. The truth was she herself felt faint in front of this crowd. Having joined the science club herself last month, she’d been betting on the fact that she was so new no one would recognize her. But seeing the sorority up close, she wondered if her rescue mission would end horribly wrong.
I have to save my friends, Cassidy thought, steeling herself. They were counting on her to free them from this...abomination of depravity and hedonism.
“You look nervous,” Maggie laughed. “Let’s get some shots before we take the tour.”
In the basement, the main prize was on full display. A huge crowd had gathered because this one was quite famous, her name on campus associated with intelligence and brilliance. The onlookers sneered and laughed and took pictures, happy to see the haughty smart girl brought down a peg.
“Oh Kareena,” whispered Cassidy, trembling.
Kareena Shareef was typically known to don a white lab coat over her slim frame, pretty face crinkled in a mask of focus behind her glasses as she tapped a pencil on her desk, one leg crossed over the other. They had all seen her in front of newsletters now and again because she was winning scholarships or accolades. Rumor was that Harvard had sent a dozen bribes to try and steal her away but she stayed in Shaker to support her family. A brilliant mind behind a quiet, attentive smile.
Tonight, the neurology student was tied to a wooden pillar, kneeling on her knees, her arms tied behind her slim back, forearms parallel to the floor, the bottoms of her feet aimed upwards as they poked from a pair of wooden stocks locked over her ankles behind her. She was completely naked apart from a pink-and-blue leash around her neck - the colors of Zeta Gamma - and a pink and blue sock tied over her eyes. Sweat glistened brightly off her chocolate brown skin, plastering her long black hair against her bare back. Someone had diligently painted the sorority colors on her fingernails and toenails too so that the varnish sparkled in the light.
The science club member was beset by three sorority sisters, all giggling cruelly and taunting her. One kneeled behind her, wearing a cheerleader outfit with hazel eyes, brown hair in pigtail, and spidering her long nails along Kareena’s soft cappuccino soles - not truly tickling, just teasing - as those long nails danced a hairsbreadth from the Indian girl’s trapped, helpless soles, reminding her with each sudden brush that she was entirely at their mercy. She also had a long pink feather - about a foot long - which she’d flourish for the crowd before tracing its feathery tip along the rim of Kareena’s butt, making the proud smart girl gasp and moan lightly for the stocks were so wide apart that she could not close her cheeks fully. Instead, the stocks would shudder and clank as that feather made its rotation, teasing the neurology student as it graced deeper and deeper ever so slightly, stimulating her incredibly sensitive anus. Mixing that with a quick spidering along each foot sent the poor diligent student in hysterics.
The next sorority sister was a chubby eurotrash brunette wearing a pink tank top with flowers across it. She looked bored and displeased as she twirled two slightly smaller feathers along Kareena’s sweat-gleamed breasts. Kareena’s nipples were erect and looked hard as bullets as each feather twirled aimlessly around the bud, making her gasp and pant slightly, biting her lip. There was no getting away because as the Indian girl tried to lean away for a second of respite, her tormentor would sigh and grab a fistful of her silky hair, yanking her taut, and then grab another big handful of her soft breasts, massaging those pillowy jugs while holding her helplessly still and Kareena began to beg in half-coherent, passion-rasped, whimpers for release, for mercy.
“Say you’re sorry, toy,” ordered the chubby sorority sister in her London accent.
“I’m soooooorry!” Kareena begged. “I’m a stuuuupid girl!”
“Keep your dirty toes spread, toy!” ordered the cheerleader behind her. “Don’t you ever close these weak ticklish toes in front of us, understand? Ticklish nerdy girls like you only deserve to be tickled.” She pulled back Kareena’s big toe, pulling the tendon taut, the foot imobile, and began sawing her nails up and down driving the poor girl insane.
“I’m soooorry!” Kareena sobbed. “I’m soooooorry! Pleeeaaase nooooo!”
“Is that all you know how to say?” teased the last sorority sister, smirking. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart?”
The last girl was the tallest, looking severe in a crisp white dress shirt, a pencil black skirt and Kareena’s glasses on her face. In fact, she wore the astute student’s lab coat over her back too like a cape. She was kneeling down, face level to Kareena, and stroking her tear-streaked face while teasing another long pink feather gently between the shapely Indian’s legs. Kareena’s womanhood was hovering off the ground, completely exposed and helpless, as the tanned blonde caressed it with a long feather. The feather’s tip looked slicked to a point already and Kareena’s womanhood, to the delight of the onlookers, appeared swollen with naughty lust. Whimpers and moans exited Kareena’s mouth unwillingly as the feather made its journey. Her long brown fingers dug into her own back as she gasped and trembled.
“Isn’t this one a beauty,” laughed Maggie. “She was so reasonable and calm when we kidnapped her; didn’t even try to fight us. Thought she could talk her way out of this one, what a joke! And she’s such a helpless virgin; it took our girls half an hour to turn her into our little tickle toy.”
Cassidy wished she could leap forward and save her friend. The cool and commanding Kareena, reduced to this!
A fresh high pitched squeal burst from Kareena as the cheerleader stroked her index fingers up Kareena’s helpless soles. Like most bookworms, Kareena’s feet were soft and unblemished, as tender as calfskin. They were light brown at the tops and faded to a dusty pale at the bottoms where the caramel color accentuated the wrinkles along her arch. She had high arches and long plump toes. Like a lot of nerds, she was self conscious of her body and usually never wore open toe shoes or ever went barefoot. Now, cheerleader was drawing figure eights on the conservative girl’s arches, making her scream and beg and giggle. The teasing seemed to only make the other sensual places on her body even more receptive as Kareena’s laughs took on a raspy, throaty tenor.
After another five minutes, ragged, guttural noises began bursting out of Kareena’s lips as the feathers tortured her butt and nipples and womanhood. The smell of her arousal was nakedly evident and from the tears coursing out of her sock-blindfold, she knew that everyone could tell. Still those animal grunts of lust continued to rip from her lips as she began arching her back, fingernails digging into her own shoulder blades as her body yearned for the final release.
“Wow such a dirty tickle toy,” laughed the girl wearing Kareena’s glasses and lab coat. “Do you like that sock over your face? Is that turning you on?”
“UHHAGGHHH UUAAH” Kareena moaned, gyrating her hips towards her tormentor’s feather, wanting its touch to be more solid, more pressured.
“Oh she likes my sock, it’s making her wet for the first time in her nerdy life,” sneered Maggie, now stepping forward. Everyone laughed, throwing in their own taunts and insults. The blonde sorority leader stopped in front of Kareena and roughly grabbed her cheeks with one manicured pale hand. “So you want to cum nerd?”
“I phant pho phum” Kareena sobbed between Maggie’s fingers.
“Well should we let her?” Maggie whirled on the crowd.
“NO!” came the resounding wave, amid chuckles.
“Hear that, toy? Too bad.” Maggie slid one finger into Kareena’s mouth, sliding it in and out before plucking it away and untying her sock from Kareena’s eyes. The Indian girl blinked in fear and submission at the tall blonde girl standing over her. Quickly, she was untied and without her bounds, Kareena collapsed on the ground, knees pulled tight.
“Y-you bitch,” Kareena gasped out, glaring up at Maggie, her senses evidently returning.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” Maggie ordered, yanking on her leash. Kareena fell on the floor, wincing, her butt up in the air. “Everyone’s waited so long for you to get all nice and wet for them.”
And now Cassidy understood the crowd. With that, all the boys and girls watching surged forward, pinning the naked girl at each limb as they tickled every inch of her body. Kareena screamed, “NO NON NO HAHAHAHAHA!” As dozens of fingers wiggled, scratched and teased every inch of her feverishly hot body. Cassidy spotted two sorority girls taking turns clawing her sole, raking long white lines on the brown foot. Another gang of boys had her other leg pinned down and were licking different parts of her foot, all of her toes enveloped by hungry mouths. Others poked and prodded her taut sweaty stomach, making her jump side to side, while two sorority girls with black hair were swirling their fingers one at a time into her navel making her bounce her hips up and down. Kareena laughed and howled, tossing her head, her raven locks flying as she begged and blubbered between bouts of forced laughter.
“Laugh you stupid girl,” said Maggie dominantly. The queen bee shoved a few people aside and straddled the hot and sweaty nerd and began ravaging her armpits and sides and tickling under her lovely breasts. Kareena screamed and screamed, all composure lost, as her upper body flew up and down, pinned by Maggie’s weight.
“Oh look, she’s humping me! Pathetic!” Maggie joked as others laughed. Maggie rearranged herself so that her legs were atop Kareena’s long slender torso. Cassidy watched in horror as she began to push her big athletic soles into Kareena’s face. Kareena was soon smothered under her tormentor’s big sweaty feet, her laughter muffled as Maggie lathered the neurology student’s face with her white soles.
The tickling continued for half an hour before Maggie stood up. When she did, she frowned. The other girl - the new girl - was gone.
Cassidy raced through the Zeta Gamma house, spilling drinks and tripping over others. She was terrified and confused. She dove into the sea of bodies, dancing and making out, and nearly banged her hip on a beer pong table, shuddering the cups. The mousy brunette raced away as angry shouts berated her for ruining their game. She burst into an empty bathroom, gasping for air, and forced herself to hold onto the sink.
“So...claustrophobic,” she said. She was dizzy and hot and anxious.
Plus seeing her senior student who’d always been a role model to her beg and degrade herself like that made Cassidy feel...weird. She remembered that one time when Kareena leaned over her shoulder, the smell of shampoo fresh and clean, as the older student calmly explained a chemistry problem to Cassidy.
Just how would those caramel colored soles feel under her fingers? So soft and plush…
“No, stop it,” Cassidy said, shaking her head. What was she thinking?
The new science club member smoothed her hair and then slipped her glasses back over her eyes - those contacts had fallen out at some point. She splashed cold water on her hot face and armpits until she felt human again.
Then she looked in the mirror.
“Fuck it,” she whispered.
She popped the toilet seat up and unzipped her jeans. To no surprise, her panties were already damp, her womanhood felt tender. “Fuck,” Cassidy whispered again, sliding two fingers down to gingerly touch herself. Little lightning bolts of pleasure shot up her body. “Oh…” A few gentle rubs. “Ugh…” She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Kareena’s regal face contorted in a mask of helpless laughter as Cassidy scrolled her fingers up and down those big sexy brown soles. Cassidy bit her lower lip, imagining Kareena shouting her name, begging, as Cassidy then spidered her fingers up the beautiful senior’s lissome torso, drinking up her scent, her sweat. The fingers working her own womanhood began to work faster now, sliding in and out faster and faster. “Fuck!” Cassidy gasped, climaxing in a dizzy haze of exhilaration. “Oh my god.”
“Hello?” Someone banged on the door.
“Uh...coming!” Cassidy wiped herself weakly with a towel and zipped her jeans. Moving her legs now still bloomed faint tingles of pleasure up her waist. She forced a smile.
“Cassidy?”
“Oh…” it was the redhead who’d been at the door with Maggie. “You’re...Felicity right?”
“Yeah.” The gorgeous redhead smiled at her, dimples popping. “Hey you were hanging out with Maggie right? Don’t worry, we all think she’s a bit much.”
“Right.” Cassidy felt her mouth go dry. “A bit much.” She noticed for a quick second that Felicity was barefoot, her toenails painted white.
“Want to grab a drink? We’ve got a fire going outside.”
“Actually...I was wondering, do you know where all the other, um, toys are being kept? You know, for the sorority members and VIPs?”
“What, is our neurology student not enough for you?” Felicity teased.
Cassidy blushed. “Well…”
The redhead leaned over and jabbed Cassidy in the side. “Eek!” The petite brunette staggered and glared daggers at Felicity as the redhead laughed goodnaturedly. “No peeking at the other science club girls until tomorrow. If we let everyone play with them all they want, they’d be all spent in a few days.”
“So...you know where they are?”
“Obviously.” Felicity smirked. “My favourite is the Chu girl. Small girls with big tempers are a huge turn on for me.” She reached over and squirreled another finger into Cassidy’s armpit. Cassidy shrieked and spun around. “You got a preference?”
“Yeah,” said Cassidy, slowly. “Taller girls. With big ticklish feet.”
Felicity turned and the taser caught her just at the hip. The stunning redhead stumbled forward, pitching on her face, and Cassidy caught her just before she hit the ground. A string of drool sloshed from her perfect lips as she flopped and struggled weakly. “Shut up,” Cassidy whispered, forcing her inside the bathroom. She locked the door and then wrestled Felicity into the bathtub. Her heart was racing a million miles a second. Felicity cracked one emerald green eye and moaned. Cassidy slapped her.“Shut up, tickle toy,” she said.
Cassidy tied the sorority girl’s wrists over her head with the bath curtain. Her wrists were big and veined with hours of sports and tying them proved hard with Cassidy’s petite fingers. Then she yanked off Felicity’s jean shorts and used the studded belt to lash the redhead’s ankles together and finally to the toilet pipe. The whole time, Felicity’s big bare feet were right in front of her face, their scent and heat pressed against Cassidy’s cheeks.
“You are so hot,” Cassidy hissed, stroking one nail up the redhead’s soft sole. Felicity jerked in her slumber, toes twitching.
Cassidy sat down and grabbed her own skater shoes, popping them off. Wiggling her toes, Cassidy stripped her shoelaces off and used them to bind Felicity’s big toes together before looping more laces around her knees and then connecting the two. The result was that Felicity’s feet were now forced backwards, pulled taut by her knees, her soles stretched big and pale.
“Where did that Cassidy girl go?” Maggie asked annoyed.
“I don’t know,” muttered Justin. He was currently focused on the dumb neurology student at their feet, digging his fingers into her pliant sides. She was gagged with both of Maggie’s socks, tears streaming down her face as the quarterback played her body like an accordion.
“Can you focus?” Maggie snarled, kicking him. Her bare foot bounced off his shredded chest.
“What?” Justin pouted, releasing Kareena.
“There was a new girl here. She was with me and then she left.”
“Maybe she went for a smoke.”
“Idiot. She was obviously with the science club members. Here to rescue them.”
At this, Kareena’s eyes lit up. The bound girl looked up silently at the two campus royalty. Was Cassidy really here? Shy, petite Cassidy?
“Whatever. We need to find her. She seemed…” Maggie struggled to find the right word. “....unpredictable.”
“On it babe,” Justin said. “Can I make this one cum really quick again? I like the look she makes when I do this,” he squeezed Kareena’s hips making her squeal. “But she’s on the edge.”
“Shut up.” The golden haired queen bee snapped her fingers. “Leslie. Mara. Beth. Your break is up.”
The chubby eurotrash, the cheerleader, and the dress shirt girl brandished their new feathers and their rope. “MMMPH MMMPH!” Kareena begged, scrambling back as they tied her up just like before. Once again the feathers began to tease her helpless nubile body. Once again the onlookers returned.
Felicity screamed, whipping her red hair back and forth as Cassidy raked her nails up and down her bare feet.
“Oh yeah,” taunted Cassidy. “Laugh for me.”
She began diddling her nails between Felicity’s long toes, wedging into their ticklish soft crevices. Felicity had pink, oval-shaped digits, and they were utterly ticklish, having spent much time indoors pampered by spa girls. Cassidy found that if she pulled back each toe, the soft skin underneath yielded a new pitched scream for each toe. It was a wonderful discovery, fit for a scientist of Cassidy’s stature.
“PLEAASE MERCY HAHAHAHA!” howled the redhead.
“Like the mercy you showed my friends? Like you showed Irene Chu?” Cassidy grabbed one of the scrubs in the sink and dragged it across Felicity’s soles, up and down. The bristles made rasping sounds as they slid over those big pale canvases of feet and the redhead threw back her head, laughter doubling. “NOOOO NOT THE BRUSHES!!”
Cassidy continued to see-saw the brush up and down. She had to wrestle the bigger girl’s ankles in a headlock as she scraped the bristles with methodical acceleration. God how she loved that scraping sound the brush made against Felicity’s clean white feet.
“Who’s your master?”
She spidered her fingers under Felicity’s arches.
“YOUUU!!”
“And who’s the ticklish slave?”
Cassidy scrolled her nails sideways, teasing the insteps and tendons.
“MEEEE!!”
Bolts of pleasure radiated from Cassidy’s crotch as she heard those submissive words forced out of the cocksure redhead. “Say it for me, you dumb girl!”
“You’re the tickle master and I’m the ticklish slaaaave!!”
“Good girl,” Cassidy slapped Felicity’s soles to bring some color back into them. She took a marker and wrote ‘tickle slave’ one word across each big sole as Felicity giggled and protested helplessly. Then she drew a happy face on the pads of each of her toes making Felicity shudder and gasp.
Cassidy drove her nails into the athletic redhead’s flanks, making her buck and struggle like a horse. The nerdy girl felt a rush of power as she swirled her fingers around Felicity’s navel and stomach, before reaching up and drilling her hollow armpits. This forced the athletic girl to spin back and forth, hopelessly trying to dislodge the smaller girl tickling her. Cassidy directed Felicity's movements cruelly, forcing her to leap in the furthest directions. Felicity’s face was red with laughter. She kicked her bound legs and tossed her head.
“What are you?” Cassidy barked. She twiddled her fingers down the redhead's hot sweaty ribs.
Felicity whimpered her pretty face down. “I’m your ticklish slave!”
“Yes you are, pet,” the mousy brunette whispered into her ear. She planted a kiss right between her shoulder blades making Felicity shiver.
After another hour of torment, Felicity hung slack on her bonds, her big feet reddened by tickles and tingling. Cassidy sat on the sink counter, stroking the redhead’s long beautiful hair.
“Th-that’s everything I know master,” whimpered Felicity.
“Good,” replied Cassidy. She wiggled her fingers under Felicity's neck, exciting helpless giggles. “And you won’t tell anyone about this I trust?”
“No no no no no,” her pet eagerly promised.
“Good tickle slave,” Cassidy said. She hopped off, bare feet splotching against the sweat slick floor. She felt a sudden burst of strength and unfamiliar eagerness staring at the stronger, sexy redhead tied up and helpless, a sense of assurance for the first time in her life rushing through her head. She smiled. “It’s time to get to work.”
