Requested by a girl who I'm sure hates me for making her wait so long. Apologies - I was without internet for the past ten days.
Anyway, here's the story. Hope you enjoy it. Cheers.
--Tickled in the Sand--
“I dunno Serenity, usually I just sleep naked. It's so much more comfortable that way!”
“Sure, but what if there's a fire alarm or something? You could be really embarrassed.”
“Oh please, when does that ever happen at the sorority? I should probably also mention my boyfriend would never let me sleep with clothes on when we sleep together.”
“Assuredly. And I'm pretty sure everyone says 'there'll never be a fire here' right up until it actually happens. You never know!”
“True, true. What do you think, Melissa? Do you wear your underwear to bed because you're scared of being naked and on fire?”
“MMMPH!”
I don't know when they decided to do this – maybe when we were on the bus to the hotel, or maybe it was even before that. Then again, it could have just been a spur of the moment thing... no, that's impossible. It had to be before that. My sorority sisters – the people I THOUGHT were my friends – had to have planned this. Why else would they make me room with Millie, the muscle-bound, 3 time volleyball regional team VIP champion? She could wrestle most of the frat guys into submission if she wanted to, and made easy work out of me around midnight, straddling on top of me and making me feel so miniscule.
After she tied my wrists, she flipped me over, smiled one of those quizzical Bertha smiles, and said “shh. Be quiet.” Not like I had a choice – she immediately gagged me after that, then tied my ankles together. I struggled, but all it really did was knock my sheets off the bed. I was stuck, and the worst part was I had no idea what was going on. I had a theory that Millie was a spy, a mole sent in to kidnap us for some sort of sex slavery, and I was the first victim. Considering how ticklish I am, that may have actually been preferable. Maybe.
Millie then left the room, and I considered my options, but they were shut down immediately. Serenity and her roommate, Jules, entered the room, giggling in the way sorority girls do. They shut the door, then started shushing each other while continuing to giggle intermittently.
“Wow Millie, you really trussed her up good!”
“Oh, well, you know... down in Texas we always had time for a rodeo.”
Then they all laughed. Idiots. This clearly was not a regulation hogtie, and I tried to voice my disgust, but to no avail. Serenity even glared at me as if I were interrupting them. I never liked her.
“So, who wants to carry her?”
“I thought you would Millie – you're the strongest.”
“No way” Jules interrupted. “I want this one.”
She bent over, grabbed me, and I let out a yelp – there was no way this 5'5 110 pound girl could ever carry me! Somehow though, she got me over her shoulder, slapped my butt for good measure, and then perkily asked “ready?”.
They were.
And here we are. Me, tied up and gagged, over the shoulder of an increasingly tiring Jules, who is in the middle of a discussion with Serenity about our habits of clothing during sleep. Glad to know I finally influenced a conversation among the group. I can't see Millie – she's walking in front of the two, and my view is limited to Jules' upper back and the footprints the three are leaving in the sand.
“There they are!” Millie finally screams, interrupting a rousing argument about the possibility of getting more bed bug bites from sleeping naked as opposed to clothed. I can almost feel the ground shake as she begins to run, and can definitely feel Jules' chest rise and fall as she chuckles, “That girl.”
We're stopped. Wrenching my head to the left I can see a few elbows – there are more people here, and my heart starts beating faster. I think Jules can tell, because she's lightly pinching me now.
“You made it.”, says a familiar voice.
“Of course we made it. How hard is it to kidnap a redhead anyway?”
Then they all laugh. At least they didn't call me a ginger...
“Well, put her in.”
Before I can adequately consider what this means, I find myself unceremoniously dropped into a deep hole. My ass goes all the way down, and I'm basically sitting on my tied wrists. My legs don't fit though, and I'm finding myself flailing my toes pathetically, trying to get up out of this hole.
And then I stop. Looking up, 12 of my sorority sisters are standing around, grinning at me. What the hell is going on here?
Amanda – a big titted blonde from LA – takes the initiative to grab my ankles and pull my legs straight out of the hole, with my knees bent right over the edge of the hole. I'm too intimidated by her D cups to move, but she tells me to “stay there anyway”.
Then there's a clap – that same clap I always hear from our senior sister Katelyn, whom I abhor. Sure enough, she's standing over me, legs spread, arms akimbo, like we're playing a game of pledge volleyball.
“Alright girls, ready? Bury!”
And then, just like that, they're throwing sand all over me, burying me in this hole! One girl – I can't tell who – is working diligently on burying my legs, leaving my feet conspicuously exposed. Everyone else, however, is just shoveling snow on top of my stomach. It's cold, and I'm trying to yell out of my gag, but it's useless. Next thing I know I'm buried completely, my neck barely stickling out of the stand, and my tied ankles showing ever so slightly out of their sand entrapment.
I'm stuck. Tired. Nervous. And, maybe, just the tiniest bit turned on.
They're all standing around me now, staring with brimming smiles. Finally, Katelyn speaks up. “Well Millie, since you put forth most of the effort, why don't you go first?”
Halfway through this sentence, Millie moves out of the circle of girls and kneels down next to my feet. “I love your nail polish”, she says to no one in particular, before she begins running her fingers up and down my soles. Suddenly, I regret telling everyone about my terribly ticklish feet during our pledge confession time.
As much as I try to writhe away, it's hopeless. I'm buried under so much sand that there is absolutely nothing I can do, and Millie uses this to her advantage, playing mercilessly with my toes as my giggles are muffled by the cloth gag. “I know how ticklish you are!”, she taunts, as she begins to tickle my soles as fast as she can, holding onto my feet so I can't even move them in the slightest.
Just to make things worse, someone has knelt down behind me and started stroking my neck. It's almost sensual, and for relief I start to pretend that its my high school boyfriend doing it in that loving way he always used to... before the girl starts mercilessly tickling me up and down my neck, causing me to flail about, unseen, beneath my sand tomb. Even though its' 50 degrees tonight, I'm sweating profusely in my own private tickle hell.
Millie must have been looking forward to this little event – she's really enjoying what she's doing, and now she is literally licking my soles, sucking on my toes and in between them. It's the strangest sensation I've ever felt (okay, not really, but it's definitely up there), and it's ungodly ticklish. All I can do is try to scream her name over and over, begging her to stop, but all she does is glance at me for a brief second and smile the evilest smile I've ever seen on a woman.
“Don't let her have all the fun girls!” Katelyn says, gesturing toward Millie. “I'm sure if you dug her knees out you'd find it totally worth while.”
Serenity and Jules take this as their opportunity to torture me as well, and they pull my knees up from the sand. I thought this would give me enough leverage to get out, but I'm too weak to move, and next thing I know, both of them are running their fingers up and down the back of my knees, giggling to each other while I laugh uproariously and tears start to stream down my face.
Some of the other girls are now tickling my legs, which normally aren't that ticklish, but by now my whole body is simply one ticklish mass and it all feels the same to me – it's just complete torture, and I'm a hopeless victim. I'm shaking my head viciously, not trying to escape any more but just trying to get them to stop, even just for a moment – and that's when my gag falls off.
“PLEASE! STAH-AH-AHHHP! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!” Katelyn, the only person who isn't tickling me but rather just supervising the way she always does, looks down at me condescendingly, and doesn't even bother to put the gag back in. I then yell “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?!”
Hearing this, she stoops down in front of me, and for a second the person behind me (Probably Amanda, maybe Diane) stops tickling as she waits with bated breath for Katelyn to speak. “because, sweetie”, she say, brushing my hair with mock affection, “you're a bitch.” She then grabs the sandy and saliva covered gag from out of the sand and shoves it back in my mouth, which the neck tickler takes a signal to continue the torment.
I don't know how much longer this went on. I just know they stopped about two minutes after I peed myself, not that they notice – I hope. Millie was the last to stop, having switched positions with someone else and lovingly caressing/tickling my tender knees while I think it was Amanda continued to torment my oh so ticklish feet. Katelyn looked out over the ocean and said to herself “The tide's coming in”, then clapped and said, “Alright everyone! Back to the hotel!” and like that they were gone.
She was right – the tide was coming in, and there was a very good chance I was about to drown. This thought didn't really sink in though – I was so completely drained by the torture that all I could do was lay there in my own sandy sweat, trying to get a grip on myself. I watched the sun slowly rise, and when the first touch of sea water hit my neck the panic began to set in...
Suddenly, in the distance, like a wrinkled angel, came an elderly woman, walking on what I assume was an early morning stroll. The first thought that came to my mind was one of embarrassment, yet surprisingly, she just smiled at me, tied up and buried in the sand. She bent down, took out my gag, and asked, “Sorority girl?”
Wide-eyed and completely surprised, I responded, “um... yes ma'am.”
She laughed, said something like “Oh, dear”, and began to dig me out. It took her a while, bless her heart, but eventually I was able to wrench myself out. I didn't even know what to say at that point, and as I stood up I noticed the pee stain in my underwear was a lot bigger than I thought it would be, which made me blush like I never had before.
“You'd best get back, dearie. The boys come out for lifeguard practice around this time, and I'd hate for them to see a young girl like you out here.” I nodded, and as I ran off back to the hotel, she said “Oh, and dear? If you don't get them back for this they'll just assume they can do whatever they please with you.”
I turned around and looked at her – she was right. And for the first time that night I stood up with complete and total confidence in myself – there was no way in hell these fucking bitches were going to get away with this. No one plays with Melissa Van Dyne's feet and gets away with it – these girls were about to see what real tickle torture feels like.
Anyway, here's the story. Hope you enjoy it. Cheers.
--Tickled in the Sand--
“I dunno Serenity, usually I just sleep naked. It's so much more comfortable that way!”
“Sure, but what if there's a fire alarm or something? You could be really embarrassed.”
“Oh please, when does that ever happen at the sorority? I should probably also mention my boyfriend would never let me sleep with clothes on when we sleep together.”
“Assuredly. And I'm pretty sure everyone says 'there'll never be a fire here' right up until it actually happens. You never know!”
“True, true. What do you think, Melissa? Do you wear your underwear to bed because you're scared of being naked and on fire?”
“MMMPH!”
I don't know when they decided to do this – maybe when we were on the bus to the hotel, or maybe it was even before that. Then again, it could have just been a spur of the moment thing... no, that's impossible. It had to be before that. My sorority sisters – the people I THOUGHT were my friends – had to have planned this. Why else would they make me room with Millie, the muscle-bound, 3 time volleyball regional team VIP champion? She could wrestle most of the frat guys into submission if she wanted to, and made easy work out of me around midnight, straddling on top of me and making me feel so miniscule.
After she tied my wrists, she flipped me over, smiled one of those quizzical Bertha smiles, and said “shh. Be quiet.” Not like I had a choice – she immediately gagged me after that, then tied my ankles together. I struggled, but all it really did was knock my sheets off the bed. I was stuck, and the worst part was I had no idea what was going on. I had a theory that Millie was a spy, a mole sent in to kidnap us for some sort of sex slavery, and I was the first victim. Considering how ticklish I am, that may have actually been preferable. Maybe.
Millie then left the room, and I considered my options, but they were shut down immediately. Serenity and her roommate, Jules, entered the room, giggling in the way sorority girls do. They shut the door, then started shushing each other while continuing to giggle intermittently.
“Wow Millie, you really trussed her up good!”
“Oh, well, you know... down in Texas we always had time for a rodeo.”
Then they all laughed. Idiots. This clearly was not a regulation hogtie, and I tried to voice my disgust, but to no avail. Serenity even glared at me as if I were interrupting them. I never liked her.
“So, who wants to carry her?”
“I thought you would Millie – you're the strongest.”
“No way” Jules interrupted. “I want this one.”
She bent over, grabbed me, and I let out a yelp – there was no way this 5'5 110 pound girl could ever carry me! Somehow though, she got me over her shoulder, slapped my butt for good measure, and then perkily asked “ready?”.
They were.
And here we are. Me, tied up and gagged, over the shoulder of an increasingly tiring Jules, who is in the middle of a discussion with Serenity about our habits of clothing during sleep. Glad to know I finally influenced a conversation among the group. I can't see Millie – she's walking in front of the two, and my view is limited to Jules' upper back and the footprints the three are leaving in the sand.
“There they are!” Millie finally screams, interrupting a rousing argument about the possibility of getting more bed bug bites from sleeping naked as opposed to clothed. I can almost feel the ground shake as she begins to run, and can definitely feel Jules' chest rise and fall as she chuckles, “That girl.”
We're stopped. Wrenching my head to the left I can see a few elbows – there are more people here, and my heart starts beating faster. I think Jules can tell, because she's lightly pinching me now.
“You made it.”, says a familiar voice.
“Of course we made it. How hard is it to kidnap a redhead anyway?”
Then they all laugh. At least they didn't call me a ginger...
“Well, put her in.”
Before I can adequately consider what this means, I find myself unceremoniously dropped into a deep hole. My ass goes all the way down, and I'm basically sitting on my tied wrists. My legs don't fit though, and I'm finding myself flailing my toes pathetically, trying to get up out of this hole.
And then I stop. Looking up, 12 of my sorority sisters are standing around, grinning at me. What the hell is going on here?
Amanda – a big titted blonde from LA – takes the initiative to grab my ankles and pull my legs straight out of the hole, with my knees bent right over the edge of the hole. I'm too intimidated by her D cups to move, but she tells me to “stay there anyway”.
Then there's a clap – that same clap I always hear from our senior sister Katelyn, whom I abhor. Sure enough, she's standing over me, legs spread, arms akimbo, like we're playing a game of pledge volleyball.
“Alright girls, ready? Bury!”
And then, just like that, they're throwing sand all over me, burying me in this hole! One girl – I can't tell who – is working diligently on burying my legs, leaving my feet conspicuously exposed. Everyone else, however, is just shoveling snow on top of my stomach. It's cold, and I'm trying to yell out of my gag, but it's useless. Next thing I know I'm buried completely, my neck barely stickling out of the stand, and my tied ankles showing ever so slightly out of their sand entrapment.
I'm stuck. Tired. Nervous. And, maybe, just the tiniest bit turned on.
They're all standing around me now, staring with brimming smiles. Finally, Katelyn speaks up. “Well Millie, since you put forth most of the effort, why don't you go first?”
Halfway through this sentence, Millie moves out of the circle of girls and kneels down next to my feet. “I love your nail polish”, she says to no one in particular, before she begins running her fingers up and down my soles. Suddenly, I regret telling everyone about my terribly ticklish feet during our pledge confession time.
As much as I try to writhe away, it's hopeless. I'm buried under so much sand that there is absolutely nothing I can do, and Millie uses this to her advantage, playing mercilessly with my toes as my giggles are muffled by the cloth gag. “I know how ticklish you are!”, she taunts, as she begins to tickle my soles as fast as she can, holding onto my feet so I can't even move them in the slightest.
Just to make things worse, someone has knelt down behind me and started stroking my neck. It's almost sensual, and for relief I start to pretend that its my high school boyfriend doing it in that loving way he always used to... before the girl starts mercilessly tickling me up and down my neck, causing me to flail about, unseen, beneath my sand tomb. Even though its' 50 degrees tonight, I'm sweating profusely in my own private tickle hell.
Millie must have been looking forward to this little event – she's really enjoying what she's doing, and now she is literally licking my soles, sucking on my toes and in between them. It's the strangest sensation I've ever felt (okay, not really, but it's definitely up there), and it's ungodly ticklish. All I can do is try to scream her name over and over, begging her to stop, but all she does is glance at me for a brief second and smile the evilest smile I've ever seen on a woman.
“Don't let her have all the fun girls!” Katelyn says, gesturing toward Millie. “I'm sure if you dug her knees out you'd find it totally worth while.”
Serenity and Jules take this as their opportunity to torture me as well, and they pull my knees up from the sand. I thought this would give me enough leverage to get out, but I'm too weak to move, and next thing I know, both of them are running their fingers up and down the back of my knees, giggling to each other while I laugh uproariously and tears start to stream down my face.
Some of the other girls are now tickling my legs, which normally aren't that ticklish, but by now my whole body is simply one ticklish mass and it all feels the same to me – it's just complete torture, and I'm a hopeless victim. I'm shaking my head viciously, not trying to escape any more but just trying to get them to stop, even just for a moment – and that's when my gag falls off.
“PLEASE! STAH-AH-AHHHP! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!” Katelyn, the only person who isn't tickling me but rather just supervising the way she always does, looks down at me condescendingly, and doesn't even bother to put the gag back in. I then yell “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?!”
Hearing this, she stoops down in front of me, and for a second the person behind me (Probably Amanda, maybe Diane) stops tickling as she waits with bated breath for Katelyn to speak. “because, sweetie”, she say, brushing my hair with mock affection, “you're a bitch.” She then grabs the sandy and saliva covered gag from out of the sand and shoves it back in my mouth, which the neck tickler takes a signal to continue the torment.
I don't know how much longer this went on. I just know they stopped about two minutes after I peed myself, not that they notice – I hope. Millie was the last to stop, having switched positions with someone else and lovingly caressing/tickling my tender knees while I think it was Amanda continued to torment my oh so ticklish feet. Katelyn looked out over the ocean and said to herself “The tide's coming in”, then clapped and said, “Alright everyone! Back to the hotel!” and like that they were gone.
She was right – the tide was coming in, and there was a very good chance I was about to drown. This thought didn't really sink in though – I was so completely drained by the torture that all I could do was lay there in my own sandy sweat, trying to get a grip on myself. I watched the sun slowly rise, and when the first touch of sea water hit my neck the panic began to set in...
Suddenly, in the distance, like a wrinkled angel, came an elderly woman, walking on what I assume was an early morning stroll. The first thought that came to my mind was one of embarrassment, yet surprisingly, she just smiled at me, tied up and buried in the sand. She bent down, took out my gag, and asked, “Sorority girl?”
Wide-eyed and completely surprised, I responded, “um... yes ma'am.”
She laughed, said something like “Oh, dear”, and began to dig me out. It took her a while, bless her heart, but eventually I was able to wrench myself out. I didn't even know what to say at that point, and as I stood up I noticed the pee stain in my underwear was a lot bigger than I thought it would be, which made me blush like I never had before.
“You'd best get back, dearie. The boys come out for lifeguard practice around this time, and I'd hate for them to see a young girl like you out here.” I nodded, and as I ran off back to the hotel, she said “Oh, and dear? If you don't get them back for this they'll just assume they can do whatever they please with you.”
I turned around and looked at her – she was right. And for the first time that night I stood up with complete and total confidence in myself – there was no way in hell these fucking bitches were going to get away with this. No one plays with Melissa Van Dyne's feet and gets away with it – these girls were about to see what real tickle torture feels like.
