Jaynin
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Random story that's slightly parodic of certain hentai themes. Contains sexual-ish stuff, warning, okotowari, et al.
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There seemed to be an anticipatory silence that rang through the halls, the hush of something expected but not seen, the students talking in hushed tones to one another for no discernable reason aside from the tension that hung in the air. At that very moment, a class of seniors was changing for PE class, and even the racuous locker-room atmosphere seemed rather subdued. Everywhere, the topic of discussion was the same... "Hey... have you heard about the groper?" "Groper? Why, who did they catch groping? It doesn't even seem worth it to go all the way into town just to cop a feel... I mean, it's an all-boys school. Who is there to grope?" "No... it's a female groper. Seriously." "Are you joking? Is there even such a thing as a female groper?"
No...! Don't touch me there...
"I don't know. Girls aren't really gropers, are they? And it's not like we'd just stand there and let ourselves be groped... I mean, I wouldn't..." A nervous laugh, an uncertain smile. "Well... I heard whoever it is, she's like a ninja... you just don't see her until she's right there. Or you get locked into a lab alone. I heard that someone got caught in a tech lab last night, and the door was locked this morning... they didn't realize he was in there until they got someone to unlock the door today and found him there, collapsed and looking like his clothes were all rumpled and unbuttoned." "Are you sure about that? I heard that he just fell asleep in the lab overnight and got locked in when the janitor locked the door for the night."
Oh, please! Someone help - she's tickling me! I'm right here! Please, someone notice! I can't... I can't breathe, she won't stop!
A pair of sensitive, long ears twitched, listening to the voices of the male students, trading rumors and uncertain speculation, confusion reigning over the unusual situation... it brought a grin to her face. "Well..." the words were faint but audible to her. "We'd better get moving, time for class." There was the shuffling of feet on rubber mats, the boys filing out of the locker room, and then a pregnant hush as the door closed. All of them were gone, all but one. His eyes were wide, his mouth filled with a black ball gag that kept him silent... wrists tied above his head, legs spread as he knelt on the floor. Dim light seeped in through the small ventilation grate at the bottom of the closet door. White teeth flashed in the semidarkness, a predator's grin. The boy shook his head, but he couldn't stop the muffled laughter, the embarrassing moans as the fingers tweaked his nipples. He was so close to help, and yet as every single one of them filed out of the room to leave him trapped in this closet, he couldn't have been farther away.
My body is so hot... what's happening to me? No, no... stop! Don't tickle... don't touch me there! Please, come back! Someone help me, please! I can't take it!
"Looks like your classmates are all getting ready for class," the female voice purred in his ear, her lithe fingers sheathed in strange black gloves that seemed to somehow not inhibit her tickling at all. "How long are the classes here?" The voice went on in a conversational but wicked tone, belying the fact that her fingers were teasing in the boy's shining, oiled underarms. "Fifty minutes, isn't it? Fifty minutes before anyone else comes back into the dressing room... that's how long we'll be here." The soft chuckle made the boy arch his back and let out as loud a muffled scream as he could, but it barely made any noise at all. Fingers ran down over his ribs, making him squeal with ticklishness and go back to fighting his bonds, squirming left and right, trying to evade those relentless fingers. Fifty minutes! It was no accident that she had brought that up. It was a way of reminding her prey of how long he'd be at her mercy. How long he'd be tickled by those fingers wiggling against his ribs, stroking through the soft hair of his underarms. It tickled so badly he felt like he was going to pee himself.
She'd caught him while he was mostly undressed, just in his undershorts, and that was all he wore now, although those were scant protection against her fingers... those groping, teasing, feeling fingers that had rubbed his strangely excited shaft through the fabric, and then slipped beneath the waistband to tease his inner thighs. He groaned softly every time she did it; there was something... her gloves were slightly slick like they were oiled, and she had spent the first few minutes groping him thoroughly, just running her hands over his body and squeezing him in places, then tickling him a little... But after those first few minutes his skin had grown extremely warm, and when she pinched his nipples he had groaned with sensitvity, eyes shooting open as amazingly powerful sensations of pleasure made his skin tingle... That's when she had started to tickle, and despite her fingers being in gloves, somehow they tickled terribly.
They tickled under his arms and on his ribs; those spots were quite weak and sensitive, having been somehow made more so. They tickled on his hips and his thighs; often, her fingers would dart below the waistband and give his straining shaft a tickle or two, cupping his testicles and gently kneading them. Now his cock was burning up and ramrod-straight, a source of much embarrassment to him... but then she'd found his sides, and grinned in delight. Now, whenever she wanted to make him howl, she squeezed his sides and tickled his stomach and it just was too much. His skin was so sensitive! It was hard to keep track of how long he'd been in here; he had come to the locker room a little early, and somehow she had been there, had snatched him away to this closet before he'd gotten a good look at her, and overpowered him.
Now her fingers were going to his sides again, the tips of two fingers trailing down from his ribs, her thumbs getting into position... frantically he shook his head no, trying to somehow dissuade her with a frantic muffled plea, but then she took a pinch of flesh in between thumb and forefinger and kneaded... It sent him into ticklish convulsions, making him arch his back, then try to bend the other way and wiggle away from her fingers, but she just kept following him relentlessly, and each and every time, to the horror of his frantic brain that struggled with a weary body, his pose lapsed back into that vulnerable one where his chest was slightly arched and the skin taut, so that her groping, squeezing fingers could explore every inch of it. It drove him absolutely up the wall and through the roof, squealing and squirming with frantic attempts at evasion until he tired and left himself vulnerable...
"Don't worry so much," she teased evilly, fingers tweaking his nipples gently and grinning catlike at his moan of pleasure. "I intend to torment each and every one of your classmates... you just have the honor of getting to be second." She giggled. "Your friend was more ticklish, but you have such lovely sensitive nipples... I love boys with sensitive nipples. In fact, I like them so much that I might give you a present..." Her hot breath swirled in his ear as he laughed in stutters, trying to catch his breath, succeeding, and then letting it out again as she attacked his sides at random. For some reason, her voice was making him even more excited, a stirring in his loins that was getting hard to ignore even while she was tickling him to tears. "Have you ever had a girl give you a blowjob? You just look so delicious, wriggling around like that... I'll give you a nice blowjob and then go back to tickling you..." She grinned wider when he nodded, gasping in relief. The innocence, the naivete... he didn't recognize the predicament she was about to cause and that lack of realization simply thrilled her. Slowly her hands slid down to his shorts, and hooking her thumbs into them, slid them downward... The heated gasp, the groan of the sensation as his hot rod came free and an instant later was inside of her mouth, stirred the groper's excitement even further. She'd never promised to stop tickling him completely...
The muffled laughter seemed to vibrate down through his body, as her fingers tweaked and pinched his sides, kneading that sensitive flesh between her fingers and tickling from ribs to hips in a dexterous motion. It vibrated his stiff cock that was deep in her mouth, causing her to moan in response and begin to slide her head up and down upon his shaft, requiring one hand to hold it steady because of his frequent squirming. But as she'd predicted, the sensation of getting his dick teased by a girl's mouth, the sudden opportunity he'd been given... his body was now at war with itself, seeking to stay still for her lips to suck hard on his rod, but frantically trying to escape the ticklish touches that wandered all up and down his sides. With just a simple tweaking, flipping motion... he couldn't stand it, wiggling away from her, unable to completely escape because of the restraints. His body was burning up, the nipples so hard, skin so warm and tingling so hard that he suddenly realized that he was about to climax. A faint vestige of what he was 'supposed' to do crossed his mind, that he was supposed to last as long as he could before that. He couldn't know that in the hands of an expert such as she that his cock might as well not have been his for all the control he had over it. Simply feeling that struggle, the tightening of his abdominal muscles, made the groper grin all the more. Her mouth worked harder, sucking firmly, stroking along that length with her hand and still tickling at his hips sporadically...
He groaned in defeat; despite his best efforts, he was new and she was seasoned, and her skilled tongue had penetrated his defenses and brought him to the plateau of pleasure, lips firmly attached to the rod and not letting go until his body had slumped back, the boy dazed with pleasure and exhaustion. Slowly she slid her body forward, letting him feel for the first time the firmness of her body, the toned skin and the tight curves, the size of her breasts beneath the revealing, tight garment she wore... Despite his climax, the wiggling ass and the firm, rubbing breasts fired up his loins again, moreso because she was sitting in his lap, body pressed so firmly against his. "Do you know the thing I love about boys the most?" she whispered in his ear, lips brushing his skin erotically, distracting him from the fingers that were trailing from wrists down to elbows down to underarms. When he shook his head, her fingers detoured briefly, pulling out the gag, but sliding a finger into his mouth before the reeling boy could think to cry out. Then she whispered to him:
"They always think with their cocks." And then she kissed him, hard. She kissed him so hard that he saw stars, because she wasn't letting him breathe, and yet in the liquid blackness that suffocated him his body responded beautifully... especially when her fingers came into his underarms. His eyes shot wide open, but his vision was fuzzy; he couldn't make out more than what he guessed was blonde hair, and her face was too close to his to distinguish features. He made panicked noises; the laughter still wouldn't stop, sensitive body screaming with ticklishness, but she sucked the air and the laughter from his lips, making him realize that she wasn't letting him breathe on purpose... She was going to tickle him to death! It was so confusing, so... difficult to understand. He thought he was going to die, but he was laughing hysterically. He couldn't stop. His cock was ragingly hard, pressed against the slick material of her shorts, grinding against the hidden treasure beneath, one that he would never see from her. He still couldn't stop laughing. One of her hands came around behind his head to press him further into the kiss. His struggles, still frantic, became weaker and weaker, chest growing tight... so ticklish, so hard, so hot...!
"Wake up." All at once he came upright, his arms flailing slightly, breathing in gulps of air as if the last thing he could remember was not having enough. He was on his back, in a closet, in his underwear, sprawled on some mats. It was dim, but the door was open and some of the other boys were standing above him. "Hey, man. What happened to you? You look like... a mess." The boy blinked. His skin was hot, hair tangled and sweaty, muscles feeling weak and watery. But... "Are you all right? Did that... that..." The words became hushed. "Did that groper get you?" Worried murmurs broke out from the others gathered behind him, only amplified by the boy's response...
"I... I can't remember..."
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The graceful, slightly muscled form of a boys' swim team member cut through the water smoothly, distorted and rippled when viewed from above the water. He was staying late, after all the others had left, working hard to improve himself and striving to get better, youthful hopes and ambitions translating into hard work and a willingness to put in the effort necessary. It was simply too bad that being underwater muffled his hearing, so that couldn't hear each and every exit to the swimming pool being locked, every escape being denied to him. It was a travesty that his single-minded focus and concentration on what he was doing prevented him from seeing the figure which slipped quietly but efficiently around the room's perimeter. There was actually very little chance of him getting away for long enough to find the doors were locked; this was more a precaution against anyone coming in. All that was left open to him was the locker room, but he didn't know that yet. He couldn't see the net closing around him, and so when he finally hauled himself off the edge of the pool to sit on the side, feeling his muscles burn slightly with the exercise, he was unaware of the trouble he was getting into...
The tight, black, tiny swimsuit that he had to wear clung tightly to his body. He was silently observed as he toweled off, and then stepped into the shower room to rinse the chlorine from his body, and for the warm water to relax some of the kinks in his muscles. Then he was followed back to the place where he had his locker. There, when he had started to towel off, and the towel blocked his vision, was he attacked. It seemed innocuous at first, almost harmless... but when he felt that hand slip down the back of his suit and squeeze his rear firmly, he was so startled that he nearly fell over, tangling himself in the towel and giving off a startled cry. "Who's there?" he called, a mix of alarm and confusion when his initial flailing failed to reveal the identity of the mystery attacker. "Hey!" he called again, feeling his alarm only heighten when no one answered. Trepidatiously, he did exactly what the groper wanted; he moved away from his open locker and started to peer up and down the rows of the locker room, taking five full minutes to return. It wouldn't have mattered had he spent only one minute, but the net result was the same; when he came back, his clothes and all the rest of his personal effects had been removed from his locker. All that was there was a clear plastic bottle, unmarked, full of lotion.
Picking it up, the swimmer's hand shook slightly, the suspicion that had only just started to fade flaring back up. "Quit fucking with me!" he yelled, trying to express with volume the frustration and anger shot through with anxiety that he was feeling. Irrationally he threw the bottle over the tops of the rows of lockers, only vaguely wondering what it had been meant for, but feeling better that he had at least some outlet for his irritation. The towel, which had been hung around his neck the entire time, suddenly came up and wrapped itself around his face. His yell was muffled this time, but in any case it quickly turned into a squeal; when his hands predictably came up to pull at the towel which was somehow tangled tightly, slick palms slid onto his chest, covered in oil or lotion, tweaked his nipples and then tickled under his raised arms before sliding down along his sides quicker than he would have thought possible and reached into his swimsuit to grope his penis. Letting out a surprised cry of laughter, he stumbled and nearly fell, only catching himself on the locker, and by the time he had freed himself from the towel he was alone again.
"I know you're out there!" he shouted uselessly, body somewhat slick where the hands had touched him. "Give me back my clothes!"There was a bang, as if someone had run into a locker somewhere, and without stopping to think he dashed in that direction. But his triumphant yell came to naught, as yet again there was nothing even remotely resembling another being's presence. "This is fucked up," he whispered to himself, and all at once it came to him: No one sees the female groper before they get attacked... Maybe they weren't being facetious or joking... maybe she was actually invisible. But how? He had to stop himself before he got carried away with impossibilities... while he stared down at the empty row of lockers, there was an incredibly strong hand that ran along his arm, oil-slicked, and got into his underarm, causing him to twist around violently... but somehow, the groper turned with him, so that he was caught in a ridiculous twirl with her attached to his back. When he tried to reach over his shoulder to grab her, the fingers found his underarm, and he had to abandon that line of attack... He caught only the vaguest glimpse of a black-clad hand diving into his swim trunks with oil glistening upon it, and before he could stop her it ran all over his groin, thoroughly coating his balls and cock before sliding out, hovering just to the side of his body malignantly, waiting for him to expose himself again...
A detached calm seemed to come over him. He suddenly knew that panicking and flailing wasn't going to do him any good, not against an opponent so clearly agile. He let his hands drop to his sides, and found that his breathing steadied as his attacker mimicked his calm, pressed against his back still, but not tickling him. She was, however, starting to rub his body with her oiled hands, getting his chest slicked up, his entire torso, all along his arms and even the palms of his hands, then down his back and his sides, into his swimsuit again to get his ass - he giggled uncontrollably when her fingers slid into the crack - but aside from that he calmly let her oil his body as she wanted, down to his knees. When she bent down to go lower, he made his move, letting his slick body work for him, and taking a quick step forward and then turning around. He slid out of her loose grip with ease, and finally became the first one to lay eyes upon the infamous groper in the light. Unfortunately, it wasn't anyone he recognized... but what stood before him was an attractive female wearing a mischievous grin.
"Who... who are you?" The normalcy of what he beheld momentarily confused him. All but her long, pointed ears was normal; the blonde hair, the green eyes, the nicely shaped body that was displayed by a form-fitting emerald one-piece swimsuit. His eyes lingered at her breasts, which were nicely sized despite being squashed somewhat by the tight swimsuit, yet it was tight enough to show that her nipples were highly prominent and rather hard. He found himself suddenly gulping, and all at once his hands crossed in front of his groin to hide the sudden erection that threatened to spring up. It didn't strike him how absurd it was to cover himself when she had already had her hand down there more than once. The look on her face definitely contributed to his sudden nervousness, though. She was... amused. Looking at him like he was a wiggly morsel to devour.
"Looks like you caught me," she said with amusement. "Oh, well. I guess it can't be helped. Since you saw me..." The blonde girl, eyes twinkling, laid back on the long wooden bench in the middle of the lockers and spread her legs, smirking to herself as the boy's eyes became huge. "Come on, don't tell me you didn't know? When you catch an elf, you get a reward... I haven't got anything to give you but myself, but even losing isn't that bad..." Looking like he was in a trance, the boy sat down, straddling the bench but sitting upright, almost unable to believe what he was hearing, and seeing. "Come closer... come on," she enticed him, giggling and beckoning with a finger, pulling her swimsuit a bit tighter momentarily so he could more clearly see the outline of what he was after... almost involuntarily he scooted closer and leaned in to look...
It happened so fast that he was still dazed when it was over; somehow, she had managed to arch her back and then spring from her position, landing upon his hips so as to pin him in place as she bent his upper body backwards, to make him lay down on his back on the bench. The shock of it was stunning enough, but somehow, she produced strong, flexible black cords from beneath the bench, and with a grunt of surprise he found both of his wrists tied together and stretched overhead, his legs spread and also tied apart, and suddenly he was on his back, arms overhead with legs wide open and the smirking elf triumphantly astride his hips. Then it hit him. "H-hey, wait! You said..." His voice trailed off as she took off the black gloves she'd been wearing, revealing her hands and fingers all tipped with short fingernails, and tossed them aside before leaning over his form, body pressed against his, and whispering softly as her thumbs found their way into his underarms...
"I lied."And with his body slicked with oil as it was, she could apply her fingernails directly to the sensitive skin, and stroke as firmly as she wanted without irritating him. The reaction, as far as she was concerned, was beautiful... that lovely, gaping expression of disbelief... the first laugh that bubbled up out of his chest, fighting against the indignant cry that wanted to express itself at such a casual betrayal. But that sense of righteous indignation would soon evaporate, for she was tickling him without mercy, and with his body slicked and sensitized by the special oil that coated her gloves, and was now all over his body, he didn't stand a chance. "I lied, because I like you. I like you enough that I want to make you laugh so hard you cry." His underarms were terribly sensitive. Unbearably sensitive. She could see that already; he was already shifting his hips, tugging frantically at the strong, elastic cords, already shifting his torso this way and that and trying to roll. She loved it when he rolled onto his side. It exhausted him so to strain against the cords like that, and simply let her tickle without opposition under his arm, and along his side and ribs, too... He was definitely more ticklish nearer the ribs and underarms, so she focused there.
Her fingers groped and tickled his nipple, and with a scream of laughter, he pulled at the bench so hard it rattled and tossed his body back and forth, causing her to grip him tightly with her thighs and cackle evilly. "That's right," she encouraged him, slowing down her tickling to a maddening flick of her fingers against each nipple. "Struggle. Strain. Try to pull free. Put every fiber of your being into those muscles of yours and pull. It's going to be the toughest workout of your life... because I will never stop tickling you... and eventually... Ooooh, mhmhm... eventually, you will grow too tired to resist." She said it with a note of inevitable finality that chilled him, and spurred him to struggle harder, turning onto his other side, but howling with hysterical laughter as she simply tickled his sensitive ribs. Harder, harder... maybe he could pull the bench free while he still had his strength! "Keep struggling... you'll grow too tired to move at all, your skin flushed with heat, slick with sweat and oil... and when that happens, there will be nothing you can do. Nothing at all to stop me while I tickle you past any point you've ever known before. You'll cry and scream, you'll beg, you'll bargain and offer everything you have and everything you are to me. And it will all be in vain, because I already own all of you, and there is nothing you can give me except your laughter." Her fingertips wiggled hard against his skin, tickling both underarms when he rolled back onto his back.
He screamed with laughter, tossing his head this way and that. "Sthahahahaha! Stop, stop! PLEHEHEehehehee! Stop tickling meeeee! Help! Pleeeheheheheheeze! Someone, help! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEEEELP me she's crazy! PLEASE!" He had the horrible, sinking feeling in his stomach that his pleas were in vain and just amused her. But he couldn't think of anything else he could possibly do. His muscles, already sore from the extended workout, just weren't up to the task of pulling the entire bench loose from where it was bolted to the floor. He could feel his strength rapidly waning, arms pulling against a tireless cord, fighting against a disadvantage in how the leverage worked... She tickled him. It was agony when she tickled his nipples, it really was. Every nerve in his body screamed ticklish murder, an alarm to his brain that he was rapidly becoming overwhelmed by this forced stimulation and if he didn't stop it soon, he was going to lose control of his body... He wondered if it was true, if his mind would become trapped in a motionless body, too tired to obey its commands anymore, a mere shell, a puppet for receiving the ticklish sensations she would inflict on him until he went insane.
His body was slick and hot, the oil making every inch of his flesh vulnerable to her fingernails. She could quite literally rake them under his arms and he would explode in laughter. "You know, a lot of guys are ticklish under their arms," she teased him softly. "When I get a few more of you too scared of me to interfere, I'm going to wander into your weight room and torture a lot of sensitive underarm flesh... mmm... in fact, soon enough I might be able to take over your whole school. And then, mm, wouldn't that be fun..." He was too busy struggling with hysteria, and laughing so hard he thought his chest would burst, and the last of his concentration struggling with the horror of what she said coming to pass, that he didn't notice how she started to slide herself against his body. He didn't realize how she had aroused herself, and whimpered slightly in arousal at her own imaginings. What he did notice was that for some reason she was suddenly spurred to tickle him, harder... and his voice rose in a scream of hysteria as her fingertips found the nerves in his underarms that drove him crazy, and focused there.
"STOOOOOOOOP stop stop please, pleheheheeheheheheheheheheze please please okay okaaaahahahahaahahahhaha okay all right pleeeheheheheheeeeze no more! Please! PLEASEHEEHEEE!!!"He mustered the strength to turn halfway, and it pushed his muscles closer to the surface of the taut skin. When her fingers tickled that spot, he saw stars. He thought for sure he was going to black out, but a timely switch to tickling his nipples sent him into laughter that interfered with his breathing, causing him to hitch his chest every other breath with giggles he couldn't stop. They didn't have a rhythm like the louder laughter did, where he could often sneak in a breath between laughing so hard. With these constant giggles he was just laughing and squealing and giggling and giggling more... no time to rest, no time to consider anything. Just about the only sensation that was penetrating at all was her slick heat rubbing against his hard rod. But, they were both wearing swimsuits. So close, and yet... she was grinding against him, whimpering slightly with the pleasure, and tickling harder the more she aroused herself... dangerously, she was focusing more own her own arousal than the state of her victim. And his increasingly helpless screams simply made her all the more horny...
"Please!" he screamed, his cheeks flushed red and tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. The devil's grin the blonde woman gave him was terrifying, and she smirked at his predicament, and tickled harder, more and more upon his sensitized skin, so much that he pleaded for any kind of release in his mind, begging incoherently. Anything to make it stop. Anything. But he knew he didn't dare hope for any kind of mercy, knew he wouldn't receive anything but more torment if he begged her. She was getting excited the more he begged. No matter what he did he made his situation worse, whirling around in a swirl of ticklish torture that didn't stop... But somehow, some way, he had to...
"Look at you," she teased him, giggling softly. "You look like you're about to break. Tell you what... I'm feeling generous so I'll make you a deal." The sight of him nodding immediately, unconditionally, pleased her greatly. "You were swift enough to get a look at me, so I'll let you keep that." Her fingers had finally stopped tickling, but she kept him on the edge by letting them hover just above his vulnerable chest. "But in exchange for me stopping... you can't tell anyone that you've seen me. Not a soul. No one. Don't even think about it - all you can do is think of me, but say nothing. If you betray me..." Her voice, already sultry, grew thick with heat as she whispered into his ear: "I'll kidnap you away to some place where I can keep you tied up forever, and then I will never stop tickling you until the mere thought of going against my wishes makes you break down in ticklish tears. Do you understand me?" He nodded quickly; he'd never needed so little time to consider a decision before. "Good." And when she leaned over, her breasts pressing against his chest, she kissed him deeply on the mouth, kissing so hard that he nearly saw stars.
He felt her weight leave him, and when he sat upright, she was gone.
This is crazy. I can't...
But he could. It was absurd. It was ridiculous. There was... no, there was absolutely no reason at all he should... He laid back down on the bench, the sight of that pretty blonde girl in his head, and his hand slid down along his oil-slicked body, resting on his stomach.
I should be calling the cops. Or telling the faculty. Anything at all besides this. Anything.
His hand slipped his swim trunks downward...
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There seemed to be an anticipatory silence that rang through the halls, the hush of something expected but not seen, the students talking in hushed tones to one another for no discernable reason aside from the tension that hung in the air. At that very moment, a class of seniors was changing for PE class, and even the racuous locker-room atmosphere seemed rather subdued. Everywhere, the topic of discussion was the same... "Hey... have you heard about the groper?" "Groper? Why, who did they catch groping? It doesn't even seem worth it to go all the way into town just to cop a feel... I mean, it's an all-boys school. Who is there to grope?" "No... it's a female groper. Seriously." "Are you joking? Is there even such a thing as a female groper?"
No...! Don't touch me there...
"I don't know. Girls aren't really gropers, are they? And it's not like we'd just stand there and let ourselves be groped... I mean, I wouldn't..." A nervous laugh, an uncertain smile. "Well... I heard whoever it is, she's like a ninja... you just don't see her until she's right there. Or you get locked into a lab alone. I heard that someone got caught in a tech lab last night, and the door was locked this morning... they didn't realize he was in there until they got someone to unlock the door today and found him there, collapsed and looking like his clothes were all rumpled and unbuttoned." "Are you sure about that? I heard that he just fell asleep in the lab overnight and got locked in when the janitor locked the door for the night."
Oh, please! Someone help - she's tickling me! I'm right here! Please, someone notice! I can't... I can't breathe, she won't stop!
A pair of sensitive, long ears twitched, listening to the voices of the male students, trading rumors and uncertain speculation, confusion reigning over the unusual situation... it brought a grin to her face. "Well..." the words were faint but audible to her. "We'd better get moving, time for class." There was the shuffling of feet on rubber mats, the boys filing out of the locker room, and then a pregnant hush as the door closed. All of them were gone, all but one. His eyes were wide, his mouth filled with a black ball gag that kept him silent... wrists tied above his head, legs spread as he knelt on the floor. Dim light seeped in through the small ventilation grate at the bottom of the closet door. White teeth flashed in the semidarkness, a predator's grin. The boy shook his head, but he couldn't stop the muffled laughter, the embarrassing moans as the fingers tweaked his nipples. He was so close to help, and yet as every single one of them filed out of the room to leave him trapped in this closet, he couldn't have been farther away.
My body is so hot... what's happening to me? No, no... stop! Don't tickle... don't touch me there! Please, come back! Someone help me, please! I can't take it!
"Looks like your classmates are all getting ready for class," the female voice purred in his ear, her lithe fingers sheathed in strange black gloves that seemed to somehow not inhibit her tickling at all. "How long are the classes here?" The voice went on in a conversational but wicked tone, belying the fact that her fingers were teasing in the boy's shining, oiled underarms. "Fifty minutes, isn't it? Fifty minutes before anyone else comes back into the dressing room... that's how long we'll be here." The soft chuckle made the boy arch his back and let out as loud a muffled scream as he could, but it barely made any noise at all. Fingers ran down over his ribs, making him squeal with ticklishness and go back to fighting his bonds, squirming left and right, trying to evade those relentless fingers. Fifty minutes! It was no accident that she had brought that up. It was a way of reminding her prey of how long he'd be at her mercy. How long he'd be tickled by those fingers wiggling against his ribs, stroking through the soft hair of his underarms. It tickled so badly he felt like he was going to pee himself.
She'd caught him while he was mostly undressed, just in his undershorts, and that was all he wore now, although those were scant protection against her fingers... those groping, teasing, feeling fingers that had rubbed his strangely excited shaft through the fabric, and then slipped beneath the waistband to tease his inner thighs. He groaned softly every time she did it; there was something... her gloves were slightly slick like they were oiled, and she had spent the first few minutes groping him thoroughly, just running her hands over his body and squeezing him in places, then tickling him a little... But after those first few minutes his skin had grown extremely warm, and when she pinched his nipples he had groaned with sensitvity, eyes shooting open as amazingly powerful sensations of pleasure made his skin tingle... That's when she had started to tickle, and despite her fingers being in gloves, somehow they tickled terribly.
They tickled under his arms and on his ribs; those spots were quite weak and sensitive, having been somehow made more so. They tickled on his hips and his thighs; often, her fingers would dart below the waistband and give his straining shaft a tickle or two, cupping his testicles and gently kneading them. Now his cock was burning up and ramrod-straight, a source of much embarrassment to him... but then she'd found his sides, and grinned in delight. Now, whenever she wanted to make him howl, she squeezed his sides and tickled his stomach and it just was too much. His skin was so sensitive! It was hard to keep track of how long he'd been in here; he had come to the locker room a little early, and somehow she had been there, had snatched him away to this closet before he'd gotten a good look at her, and overpowered him.
Now her fingers were going to his sides again, the tips of two fingers trailing down from his ribs, her thumbs getting into position... frantically he shook his head no, trying to somehow dissuade her with a frantic muffled plea, but then she took a pinch of flesh in between thumb and forefinger and kneaded... It sent him into ticklish convulsions, making him arch his back, then try to bend the other way and wiggle away from her fingers, but she just kept following him relentlessly, and each and every time, to the horror of his frantic brain that struggled with a weary body, his pose lapsed back into that vulnerable one where his chest was slightly arched and the skin taut, so that her groping, squeezing fingers could explore every inch of it. It drove him absolutely up the wall and through the roof, squealing and squirming with frantic attempts at evasion until he tired and left himself vulnerable...
"Don't worry so much," she teased evilly, fingers tweaking his nipples gently and grinning catlike at his moan of pleasure. "I intend to torment each and every one of your classmates... you just have the honor of getting to be second." She giggled. "Your friend was more ticklish, but you have such lovely sensitive nipples... I love boys with sensitive nipples. In fact, I like them so much that I might give you a present..." Her hot breath swirled in his ear as he laughed in stutters, trying to catch his breath, succeeding, and then letting it out again as she attacked his sides at random. For some reason, her voice was making him even more excited, a stirring in his loins that was getting hard to ignore even while she was tickling him to tears. "Have you ever had a girl give you a blowjob? You just look so delicious, wriggling around like that... I'll give you a nice blowjob and then go back to tickling you..." She grinned wider when he nodded, gasping in relief. The innocence, the naivete... he didn't recognize the predicament she was about to cause and that lack of realization simply thrilled her. Slowly her hands slid down to his shorts, and hooking her thumbs into them, slid them downward... The heated gasp, the groan of the sensation as his hot rod came free and an instant later was inside of her mouth, stirred the groper's excitement even further. She'd never promised to stop tickling him completely...
The muffled laughter seemed to vibrate down through his body, as her fingers tweaked and pinched his sides, kneading that sensitive flesh between her fingers and tickling from ribs to hips in a dexterous motion. It vibrated his stiff cock that was deep in her mouth, causing her to moan in response and begin to slide her head up and down upon his shaft, requiring one hand to hold it steady because of his frequent squirming. But as she'd predicted, the sensation of getting his dick teased by a girl's mouth, the sudden opportunity he'd been given... his body was now at war with itself, seeking to stay still for her lips to suck hard on his rod, but frantically trying to escape the ticklish touches that wandered all up and down his sides. With just a simple tweaking, flipping motion... he couldn't stand it, wiggling away from her, unable to completely escape because of the restraints. His body was burning up, the nipples so hard, skin so warm and tingling so hard that he suddenly realized that he was about to climax. A faint vestige of what he was 'supposed' to do crossed his mind, that he was supposed to last as long as he could before that. He couldn't know that in the hands of an expert such as she that his cock might as well not have been his for all the control he had over it. Simply feeling that struggle, the tightening of his abdominal muscles, made the groper grin all the more. Her mouth worked harder, sucking firmly, stroking along that length with her hand and still tickling at his hips sporadically...
He groaned in defeat; despite his best efforts, he was new and she was seasoned, and her skilled tongue had penetrated his defenses and brought him to the plateau of pleasure, lips firmly attached to the rod and not letting go until his body had slumped back, the boy dazed with pleasure and exhaustion. Slowly she slid her body forward, letting him feel for the first time the firmness of her body, the toned skin and the tight curves, the size of her breasts beneath the revealing, tight garment she wore... Despite his climax, the wiggling ass and the firm, rubbing breasts fired up his loins again, moreso because she was sitting in his lap, body pressed so firmly against his. "Do you know the thing I love about boys the most?" she whispered in his ear, lips brushing his skin erotically, distracting him from the fingers that were trailing from wrists down to elbows down to underarms. When he shook his head, her fingers detoured briefly, pulling out the gag, but sliding a finger into his mouth before the reeling boy could think to cry out. Then she whispered to him:
"They always think with their cocks." And then she kissed him, hard. She kissed him so hard that he saw stars, because she wasn't letting him breathe, and yet in the liquid blackness that suffocated him his body responded beautifully... especially when her fingers came into his underarms. His eyes shot wide open, but his vision was fuzzy; he couldn't make out more than what he guessed was blonde hair, and her face was too close to his to distinguish features. He made panicked noises; the laughter still wouldn't stop, sensitive body screaming with ticklishness, but she sucked the air and the laughter from his lips, making him realize that she wasn't letting him breathe on purpose... She was going to tickle him to death! It was so confusing, so... difficult to understand. He thought he was going to die, but he was laughing hysterically. He couldn't stop. His cock was ragingly hard, pressed against the slick material of her shorts, grinding against the hidden treasure beneath, one that he would never see from her. He still couldn't stop laughing. One of her hands came around behind his head to press him further into the kiss. His struggles, still frantic, became weaker and weaker, chest growing tight... so ticklish, so hard, so hot...!
"Wake up." All at once he came upright, his arms flailing slightly, breathing in gulps of air as if the last thing he could remember was not having enough. He was on his back, in a closet, in his underwear, sprawled on some mats. It was dim, but the door was open and some of the other boys were standing above him. "Hey, man. What happened to you? You look like... a mess." The boy blinked. His skin was hot, hair tangled and sweaty, muscles feeling weak and watery. But... "Are you all right? Did that... that..." The words became hushed. "Did that groper get you?" Worried murmurs broke out from the others gathered behind him, only amplified by the boy's response...
"I... I can't remember..."
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The graceful, slightly muscled form of a boys' swim team member cut through the water smoothly, distorted and rippled when viewed from above the water. He was staying late, after all the others had left, working hard to improve himself and striving to get better, youthful hopes and ambitions translating into hard work and a willingness to put in the effort necessary. It was simply too bad that being underwater muffled his hearing, so that couldn't hear each and every exit to the swimming pool being locked, every escape being denied to him. It was a travesty that his single-minded focus and concentration on what he was doing prevented him from seeing the figure which slipped quietly but efficiently around the room's perimeter. There was actually very little chance of him getting away for long enough to find the doors were locked; this was more a precaution against anyone coming in. All that was left open to him was the locker room, but he didn't know that yet. He couldn't see the net closing around him, and so when he finally hauled himself off the edge of the pool to sit on the side, feeling his muscles burn slightly with the exercise, he was unaware of the trouble he was getting into...
The tight, black, tiny swimsuit that he had to wear clung tightly to his body. He was silently observed as he toweled off, and then stepped into the shower room to rinse the chlorine from his body, and for the warm water to relax some of the kinks in his muscles. Then he was followed back to the place where he had his locker. There, when he had started to towel off, and the towel blocked his vision, was he attacked. It seemed innocuous at first, almost harmless... but when he felt that hand slip down the back of his suit and squeeze his rear firmly, he was so startled that he nearly fell over, tangling himself in the towel and giving off a startled cry. "Who's there?" he called, a mix of alarm and confusion when his initial flailing failed to reveal the identity of the mystery attacker. "Hey!" he called again, feeling his alarm only heighten when no one answered. Trepidatiously, he did exactly what the groper wanted; he moved away from his open locker and started to peer up and down the rows of the locker room, taking five full minutes to return. It wouldn't have mattered had he spent only one minute, but the net result was the same; when he came back, his clothes and all the rest of his personal effects had been removed from his locker. All that was there was a clear plastic bottle, unmarked, full of lotion.
Picking it up, the swimmer's hand shook slightly, the suspicion that had only just started to fade flaring back up. "Quit fucking with me!" he yelled, trying to express with volume the frustration and anger shot through with anxiety that he was feeling. Irrationally he threw the bottle over the tops of the rows of lockers, only vaguely wondering what it had been meant for, but feeling better that he had at least some outlet for his irritation. The towel, which had been hung around his neck the entire time, suddenly came up and wrapped itself around his face. His yell was muffled this time, but in any case it quickly turned into a squeal; when his hands predictably came up to pull at the towel which was somehow tangled tightly, slick palms slid onto his chest, covered in oil or lotion, tweaked his nipples and then tickled under his raised arms before sliding down along his sides quicker than he would have thought possible and reached into his swimsuit to grope his penis. Letting out a surprised cry of laughter, he stumbled and nearly fell, only catching himself on the locker, and by the time he had freed himself from the towel he was alone again.
"I know you're out there!" he shouted uselessly, body somewhat slick where the hands had touched him. "Give me back my clothes!"There was a bang, as if someone had run into a locker somewhere, and without stopping to think he dashed in that direction. But his triumphant yell came to naught, as yet again there was nothing even remotely resembling another being's presence. "This is fucked up," he whispered to himself, and all at once it came to him: No one sees the female groper before they get attacked... Maybe they weren't being facetious or joking... maybe she was actually invisible. But how? He had to stop himself before he got carried away with impossibilities... while he stared down at the empty row of lockers, there was an incredibly strong hand that ran along his arm, oil-slicked, and got into his underarm, causing him to twist around violently... but somehow, the groper turned with him, so that he was caught in a ridiculous twirl with her attached to his back. When he tried to reach over his shoulder to grab her, the fingers found his underarm, and he had to abandon that line of attack... He caught only the vaguest glimpse of a black-clad hand diving into his swim trunks with oil glistening upon it, and before he could stop her it ran all over his groin, thoroughly coating his balls and cock before sliding out, hovering just to the side of his body malignantly, waiting for him to expose himself again...
A detached calm seemed to come over him. He suddenly knew that panicking and flailing wasn't going to do him any good, not against an opponent so clearly agile. He let his hands drop to his sides, and found that his breathing steadied as his attacker mimicked his calm, pressed against his back still, but not tickling him. She was, however, starting to rub his body with her oiled hands, getting his chest slicked up, his entire torso, all along his arms and even the palms of his hands, then down his back and his sides, into his swimsuit again to get his ass - he giggled uncontrollably when her fingers slid into the crack - but aside from that he calmly let her oil his body as she wanted, down to his knees. When she bent down to go lower, he made his move, letting his slick body work for him, and taking a quick step forward and then turning around. He slid out of her loose grip with ease, and finally became the first one to lay eyes upon the infamous groper in the light. Unfortunately, it wasn't anyone he recognized... but what stood before him was an attractive female wearing a mischievous grin.
"Who... who are you?" The normalcy of what he beheld momentarily confused him. All but her long, pointed ears was normal; the blonde hair, the green eyes, the nicely shaped body that was displayed by a form-fitting emerald one-piece swimsuit. His eyes lingered at her breasts, which were nicely sized despite being squashed somewhat by the tight swimsuit, yet it was tight enough to show that her nipples were highly prominent and rather hard. He found himself suddenly gulping, and all at once his hands crossed in front of his groin to hide the sudden erection that threatened to spring up. It didn't strike him how absurd it was to cover himself when she had already had her hand down there more than once. The look on her face definitely contributed to his sudden nervousness, though. She was... amused. Looking at him like he was a wiggly morsel to devour.
"Looks like you caught me," she said with amusement. "Oh, well. I guess it can't be helped. Since you saw me..." The blonde girl, eyes twinkling, laid back on the long wooden bench in the middle of the lockers and spread her legs, smirking to herself as the boy's eyes became huge. "Come on, don't tell me you didn't know? When you catch an elf, you get a reward... I haven't got anything to give you but myself, but even losing isn't that bad..." Looking like he was in a trance, the boy sat down, straddling the bench but sitting upright, almost unable to believe what he was hearing, and seeing. "Come closer... come on," she enticed him, giggling and beckoning with a finger, pulling her swimsuit a bit tighter momentarily so he could more clearly see the outline of what he was after... almost involuntarily he scooted closer and leaned in to look...
It happened so fast that he was still dazed when it was over; somehow, she had managed to arch her back and then spring from her position, landing upon his hips so as to pin him in place as she bent his upper body backwards, to make him lay down on his back on the bench. The shock of it was stunning enough, but somehow, she produced strong, flexible black cords from beneath the bench, and with a grunt of surprise he found both of his wrists tied together and stretched overhead, his legs spread and also tied apart, and suddenly he was on his back, arms overhead with legs wide open and the smirking elf triumphantly astride his hips. Then it hit him. "H-hey, wait! You said..." His voice trailed off as she took off the black gloves she'd been wearing, revealing her hands and fingers all tipped with short fingernails, and tossed them aside before leaning over his form, body pressed against his, and whispering softly as her thumbs found their way into his underarms...
"I lied."And with his body slicked with oil as it was, she could apply her fingernails directly to the sensitive skin, and stroke as firmly as she wanted without irritating him. The reaction, as far as she was concerned, was beautiful... that lovely, gaping expression of disbelief... the first laugh that bubbled up out of his chest, fighting against the indignant cry that wanted to express itself at such a casual betrayal. But that sense of righteous indignation would soon evaporate, for she was tickling him without mercy, and with his body slicked and sensitized by the special oil that coated her gloves, and was now all over his body, he didn't stand a chance. "I lied, because I like you. I like you enough that I want to make you laugh so hard you cry." His underarms were terribly sensitive. Unbearably sensitive. She could see that already; he was already shifting his hips, tugging frantically at the strong, elastic cords, already shifting his torso this way and that and trying to roll. She loved it when he rolled onto his side. It exhausted him so to strain against the cords like that, and simply let her tickle without opposition under his arm, and along his side and ribs, too... He was definitely more ticklish nearer the ribs and underarms, so she focused there.
Her fingers groped and tickled his nipple, and with a scream of laughter, he pulled at the bench so hard it rattled and tossed his body back and forth, causing her to grip him tightly with her thighs and cackle evilly. "That's right," she encouraged him, slowing down her tickling to a maddening flick of her fingers against each nipple. "Struggle. Strain. Try to pull free. Put every fiber of your being into those muscles of yours and pull. It's going to be the toughest workout of your life... because I will never stop tickling you... and eventually... Ooooh, mhmhm... eventually, you will grow too tired to resist." She said it with a note of inevitable finality that chilled him, and spurred him to struggle harder, turning onto his other side, but howling with hysterical laughter as she simply tickled his sensitive ribs. Harder, harder... maybe he could pull the bench free while he still had his strength! "Keep struggling... you'll grow too tired to move at all, your skin flushed with heat, slick with sweat and oil... and when that happens, there will be nothing you can do. Nothing at all to stop me while I tickle you past any point you've ever known before. You'll cry and scream, you'll beg, you'll bargain and offer everything you have and everything you are to me. And it will all be in vain, because I already own all of you, and there is nothing you can give me except your laughter." Her fingertips wiggled hard against his skin, tickling both underarms when he rolled back onto his back.
He screamed with laughter, tossing his head this way and that. "Sthahahahaha! Stop, stop! PLEHEHEehehehee! Stop tickling meeeee! Help! Pleeeheheheheheeze! Someone, help! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEEEELP me she's crazy! PLEASE!" He had the horrible, sinking feeling in his stomach that his pleas were in vain and just amused her. But he couldn't think of anything else he could possibly do. His muscles, already sore from the extended workout, just weren't up to the task of pulling the entire bench loose from where it was bolted to the floor. He could feel his strength rapidly waning, arms pulling against a tireless cord, fighting against a disadvantage in how the leverage worked... She tickled him. It was agony when she tickled his nipples, it really was. Every nerve in his body screamed ticklish murder, an alarm to his brain that he was rapidly becoming overwhelmed by this forced stimulation and if he didn't stop it soon, he was going to lose control of his body... He wondered if it was true, if his mind would become trapped in a motionless body, too tired to obey its commands anymore, a mere shell, a puppet for receiving the ticklish sensations she would inflict on him until he went insane.
His body was slick and hot, the oil making every inch of his flesh vulnerable to her fingernails. She could quite literally rake them under his arms and he would explode in laughter. "You know, a lot of guys are ticklish under their arms," she teased him softly. "When I get a few more of you too scared of me to interfere, I'm going to wander into your weight room and torture a lot of sensitive underarm flesh... mmm... in fact, soon enough I might be able to take over your whole school. And then, mm, wouldn't that be fun..." He was too busy struggling with hysteria, and laughing so hard he thought his chest would burst, and the last of his concentration struggling with the horror of what she said coming to pass, that he didn't notice how she started to slide herself against his body. He didn't realize how she had aroused herself, and whimpered slightly in arousal at her own imaginings. What he did notice was that for some reason she was suddenly spurred to tickle him, harder... and his voice rose in a scream of hysteria as her fingertips found the nerves in his underarms that drove him crazy, and focused there.
"STOOOOOOOOP stop stop please, pleheheheeheheheheheheheheze please please okay okaaaahahahahaahahahhaha okay all right pleeeheheheheheeeeze no more! Please! PLEASEHEEHEEE!!!"He mustered the strength to turn halfway, and it pushed his muscles closer to the surface of the taut skin. When her fingers tickled that spot, he saw stars. He thought for sure he was going to black out, but a timely switch to tickling his nipples sent him into laughter that interfered with his breathing, causing him to hitch his chest every other breath with giggles he couldn't stop. They didn't have a rhythm like the louder laughter did, where he could often sneak in a breath between laughing so hard. With these constant giggles he was just laughing and squealing and giggling and giggling more... no time to rest, no time to consider anything. Just about the only sensation that was penetrating at all was her slick heat rubbing against his hard rod. But, they were both wearing swimsuits. So close, and yet... she was grinding against him, whimpering slightly with the pleasure, and tickling harder the more she aroused herself... dangerously, she was focusing more own her own arousal than the state of her victim. And his increasingly helpless screams simply made her all the more horny...
"Please!" he screamed, his cheeks flushed red and tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. The devil's grin the blonde woman gave him was terrifying, and she smirked at his predicament, and tickled harder, more and more upon his sensitized skin, so much that he pleaded for any kind of release in his mind, begging incoherently. Anything to make it stop. Anything. But he knew he didn't dare hope for any kind of mercy, knew he wouldn't receive anything but more torment if he begged her. She was getting excited the more he begged. No matter what he did he made his situation worse, whirling around in a swirl of ticklish torture that didn't stop... But somehow, some way, he had to...
"Look at you," she teased him, giggling softly. "You look like you're about to break. Tell you what... I'm feeling generous so I'll make you a deal." The sight of him nodding immediately, unconditionally, pleased her greatly. "You were swift enough to get a look at me, so I'll let you keep that." Her fingers had finally stopped tickling, but she kept him on the edge by letting them hover just above his vulnerable chest. "But in exchange for me stopping... you can't tell anyone that you've seen me. Not a soul. No one. Don't even think about it - all you can do is think of me, but say nothing. If you betray me..." Her voice, already sultry, grew thick with heat as she whispered into his ear: "I'll kidnap you away to some place where I can keep you tied up forever, and then I will never stop tickling you until the mere thought of going against my wishes makes you break down in ticklish tears. Do you understand me?" He nodded quickly; he'd never needed so little time to consider a decision before. "Good." And when she leaned over, her breasts pressing against his chest, she kissed him deeply on the mouth, kissing so hard that he nearly saw stars.
He felt her weight leave him, and when he sat upright, she was gone.
This is crazy. I can't...
But he could. It was absurd. It was ridiculous. There was... no, there was absolutely no reason at all he should... He laid back down on the bench, the sight of that pretty blonde girl in his head, and his hand slid down along his oil-slicked body, resting on his stomach.
I should be calling the cops. Or telling the faculty. Anything at all besides this. Anything.
His hand slipped his swim trunks downward...
Really well told with some good action and insight to the characters as it unfolds. Great work as ever.
