Jane was staying at her Aunt's house over summer vacation of her senior year of college. It was June, and she was an English Major at the University of Nebraska. She thought she'd visit her aunt Joan in Lincoln for a week or so, before heading back to Chicago. She sat on the living room couch in a blue tank top, jean shorts, white socks and sneakers. Her arm was raised over her head lazily as she lost herself in her well loved copy of Jane Eyre. Being alone, the fact that she hadn't shaved her pits since moving out of the dorm didn't make her feel as embarrassed as if someone noticed. That was one of the things she felt self conscious about; the fact that sometimes she has a bit of stubble under her arms if she doesn't have time to shave them, something she can control...or the fact that she's 6'2" and has huge feet makes her constantly in the center of attention; something she can't control. Being extremely shy, she'd rather blend in as much as possible. She dressed in a way that doesn't let her stand out, her long brown hair is very average, and any extra attention makes her blush. She is so easily embarrassed, but also has a love/hate relationship with being embarrassed. As a child whenever she saw a cartoon of someone helpless, tied down or ridiculed, she had flutters in her stomach and had no idea why. She also remembers her boyfriend in college would always try to tickle her. His sloppy technique was something she didn't know was totally ineffective. He would jab her sides, squeeze her underarms, and it more hurt than anything...she wondered why he kept trying whenever he wanted her to tell him a secret or someting...it never worked, it just hurt. He wouldn't accept that she wasn't ticklish.*
Her cousin Randy was 18. He lived there, and growing up was a constant annoyance, but some of that had worn off, but certainly not all of it. He was still obnoxious, but now it was more intentional than just the nature of being young. She heard the front door open, several masculine voices laughing and joking,* and the door* closed. He was home, and he had 3 of his college buddies with him. Part of her was disappointed that her alone time was over. She'd have to leave Rochester and Jane Eyre and live in the present. However she was also suddenly kind of excited at the prospect of guys in the house, even if she was too shy to talk to them, any attention secretly aroused her.
Randy and his 3 friends, Sean, Harrison, and Colin came in the living room. "Waddup Jane! oh you're reading a book about you! Jane EERE? who's that?" she chuckled at his ignorance. "Never mind. it's an old book. You'd find it boring. what's up?" "My car is in the shop, we ubered back from campus, and want to run to the store to get some food and stuff for tonight. Can you give us a ride?" Driving loud boys to the store is about the last thing she wanted to do, having them in her presence, sure, that's kind of hot, but this was set out to be a lazy Saturday, and she intended to keep it that way. "No, sorry guys, I have a few things I want to get done here before I go out. I don't think I'll have time to drive you. Can you ask her mom? She should be home in like an hour." Sean shook his head,"But we need to get there, get stuff, and then run to the liquor store, which by the way, can you buy us booze?" Jane laughed, "no way. I'm definitely not that. Sorry guys, you'll have to wait until your mom comes home." Randy looked at her with a devilish grin. "I think we can make you drive us." she was taken aback by that approach "um, what? I said no, so I'm not going to. I'm sorry. Whatever you offer me, I'm good. Anything else?" Colin laughed, "no I think you misheard. He didn't say we will give you something if you take us, he said, we can make you...we do this to my sister all the time. This isn't our first rodeo." Jane looked at him with eyes squinting in confusion. She had no idea what he was referring to.*
Colin said "let's do it guys." He reached down, took his two index fingers and wriggled them into her squishy part of her sides. Electricity flew through her body and made her jump. This was NOT like her boyfriend would get her. It actually worked....panicked she had to escape.
She suddenly realized his touch was different than she had experienced before. It wasn't a hard jab or stabby poke, it was just the right pressure and spot to electrify her nerves, and she was extremely vulnerable. She was not ready to be touched like this, she wriggles away, gets off the couch, somehow is able to sneak past them, but as she dashes for the door, Harrison jumps over the couch, beats her to the doorway. She was trapped as all three of them slowly inch closer to her as she is literally backed into a corner. Harrison got behind her, grabbing her arms and securing her. "NO!" she screams in terror, not knowing how intense this would be, when and if they would stop, and there was a fear in the back of her mind of "how far will this go? If I'm rendered helpless, and we're alone, what else will happen?"
For a second she considered just shouting "fine, I'll drive you!", but also wasn't sure at this point it would make a difference. They may just want to go through with this. Before she could really formulate a decision on what to do, the decision was made for her. the tickling started.
Sean put his hands on her ribs, and started gently digging into them. She squealed, howled and tried to collapse, but was held up by Harrison. She tried desperately to defend her ribs from the attacks with her arms, but she wasn't quite strong enough. Even though she was as tall or taller than all of them, her muscles felt like jello because of the wiggles in her ribs. She screamed and collapsed to the floor. Harrison still had her wrists, but she just turned into dead weight hoping she could roll herself into a ball, protecting more of her spots, but collapsing to the floor couldn't have been a worse move for her.
Harrison lifted her arms over her head, which made her feel incredibly open and exposed, she squealed and brought her knees to her chest, immediately Randy grabbed her ankles and outstretched them and he sat on her legs. As they were pulled, she tried with all of her strength to keep them close to her, and let out a "NoooOooOOOOOOOO!' as she lost the strength and was now completely open and exposed. She was sweating already, which when Sean's fingers made contact with her underarms, it only added lubrication and ease for his fingers.
"God! do you ever shave your pits?" She was cackling, and screaming louder than anyone has ever come out of her timid mouth. She was mortified that they commented on her underarms. "eww! she's sweating! he says as he wipes his hands and digs back in, scribbling his evil fingers on her underarms as she bucks, screams, laughs, her eyes closed when laughing and then shooting open in terror when she gasps for a breath, launching into another loud, deep belly laugh that seems to never end.
She never thought she could be overpowered, She was as big as them, solid, but his evil fingers basically turned her into a weak, vulnerable, and in her mind, pathetic little damsel in distress. That wasn't her. She was an intelligent, mature, serious person, and she's being reduced to a cooing baby. On the other hand, this attention being paid to her was sort of exciting. A few really attractive guys touching her body. She hasn't had that in a long time.
Sean had just been kind of watching, but as her underarms were being covered, that left her tummy and sides exposed. He kneeled next to her and wriggled his fingers into her sides. An additional circuit of devilish electricity shot through her body. Both of their tickling techniques were so good, that it felt like she was being tickled from the inside out. Her face now totally red, tears streaming down her face and her laughter was silent, as she bucked and thrashed, the only sound coming out now was her gasp of breath every few seconds, and going back into silent laughter, then a gasp and a scream. Once her breath was back a bit more it was just constant screams and cackles. She didn't know how much she could take and started, when she could start screaming and begging for them to stop, that she would do whatever they wanted. The continued to mock her, laugh at her and a flood of mixed emotions were active in her head. She desperately needed it to stop. She discovered she's incredibly ticklish and all of these hands on her was too much for her body to take. Also, another feeling was glee that she was having such attention paid to her by attractive guys. That never happens. She had all of these hands on her, which was kind of hot. She felt so pathetic, embarrassed and helpless, being someone who was so quiet and made to be so loud, it was incredibly humiliating, but she secretly oddly enjoyed it, so while the taunting made her sweat and turn red, the humiliation surging through her body was enjoyable and almost didn't want any of it to stop.
They eventually let up, she, disheveled said "Fine, I'll take you to the store." She did. While there, they instructed her to do different things, go get things for them, ask the clerks odd questions for their entertainment, all of this was humiliating. She could sense people noticing that she was taking orders from these stupid boys, but again, that was exciting for her. When she went home and was alone, she reflected on the day. She realized she got a huge rush from that tickle attack and thought how exciting it would be if it happened again. In the days and weeks to come,
she was also very aware of her new found ticklishness. If someone put their hand on her shoulder, or got a hug, she felt the electricity flow through her body like she never had. Simply because she knew of her vulnerability.
possibly to be continued.
Her cousin Randy was 18. He lived there, and growing up was a constant annoyance, but some of that had worn off, but certainly not all of it. He was still obnoxious, but now it was more intentional than just the nature of being young. She heard the front door open, several masculine voices laughing and joking,* and the door* closed. He was home, and he had 3 of his college buddies with him. Part of her was disappointed that her alone time was over. She'd have to leave Rochester and Jane Eyre and live in the present. However she was also suddenly kind of excited at the prospect of guys in the house, even if she was too shy to talk to them, any attention secretly aroused her.
Randy and his 3 friends, Sean, Harrison, and Colin came in the living room. "Waddup Jane! oh you're reading a book about you! Jane EERE? who's that?" she chuckled at his ignorance. "Never mind. it's an old book. You'd find it boring. what's up?" "My car is in the shop, we ubered back from campus, and want to run to the store to get some food and stuff for tonight. Can you give us a ride?" Driving loud boys to the store is about the last thing she wanted to do, having them in her presence, sure, that's kind of hot, but this was set out to be a lazy Saturday, and she intended to keep it that way. "No, sorry guys, I have a few things I want to get done here before I go out. I don't think I'll have time to drive you. Can you ask her mom? She should be home in like an hour." Sean shook his head,"But we need to get there, get stuff, and then run to the liquor store, which by the way, can you buy us booze?" Jane laughed, "no way. I'm definitely not that. Sorry guys, you'll have to wait until your mom comes home." Randy looked at her with a devilish grin. "I think we can make you drive us." she was taken aback by that approach "um, what? I said no, so I'm not going to. I'm sorry. Whatever you offer me, I'm good. Anything else?" Colin laughed, "no I think you misheard. He didn't say we will give you something if you take us, he said, we can make you...we do this to my sister all the time. This isn't our first rodeo." Jane looked at him with eyes squinting in confusion. She had no idea what he was referring to.*
Colin said "let's do it guys." He reached down, took his two index fingers and wriggled them into her squishy part of her sides. Electricity flew through her body and made her jump. This was NOT like her boyfriend would get her. It actually worked....panicked she had to escape.
She suddenly realized his touch was different than she had experienced before. It wasn't a hard jab or stabby poke, it was just the right pressure and spot to electrify her nerves, and she was extremely vulnerable. She was not ready to be touched like this, she wriggles away, gets off the couch, somehow is able to sneak past them, but as she dashes for the door, Harrison jumps over the couch, beats her to the doorway. She was trapped as all three of them slowly inch closer to her as she is literally backed into a corner. Harrison got behind her, grabbing her arms and securing her. "NO!" she screams in terror, not knowing how intense this would be, when and if they would stop, and there was a fear in the back of her mind of "how far will this go? If I'm rendered helpless, and we're alone, what else will happen?"
For a second she considered just shouting "fine, I'll drive you!", but also wasn't sure at this point it would make a difference. They may just want to go through with this. Before she could really formulate a decision on what to do, the decision was made for her. the tickling started.
Sean put his hands on her ribs, and started gently digging into them. She squealed, howled and tried to collapse, but was held up by Harrison. She tried desperately to defend her ribs from the attacks with her arms, but she wasn't quite strong enough. Even though she was as tall or taller than all of them, her muscles felt like jello because of the wiggles in her ribs. She screamed and collapsed to the floor. Harrison still had her wrists, but she just turned into dead weight hoping she could roll herself into a ball, protecting more of her spots, but collapsing to the floor couldn't have been a worse move for her.
Harrison lifted her arms over her head, which made her feel incredibly open and exposed, she squealed and brought her knees to her chest, immediately Randy grabbed her ankles and outstretched them and he sat on her legs. As they were pulled, she tried with all of her strength to keep them close to her, and let out a "NoooOooOOOOOOOO!' as she lost the strength and was now completely open and exposed. She was sweating already, which when Sean's fingers made contact with her underarms, it only added lubrication and ease for his fingers.
"God! do you ever shave your pits?" She was cackling, and screaming louder than anyone has ever come out of her timid mouth. She was mortified that they commented on her underarms. "eww! she's sweating! he says as he wipes his hands and digs back in, scribbling his evil fingers on her underarms as she bucks, screams, laughs, her eyes closed when laughing and then shooting open in terror when she gasps for a breath, launching into another loud, deep belly laugh that seems to never end.
She never thought she could be overpowered, She was as big as them, solid, but his evil fingers basically turned her into a weak, vulnerable, and in her mind, pathetic little damsel in distress. That wasn't her. She was an intelligent, mature, serious person, and she's being reduced to a cooing baby. On the other hand, this attention being paid to her was sort of exciting. A few really attractive guys touching her body. She hasn't had that in a long time.
Sean had just been kind of watching, but as her underarms were being covered, that left her tummy and sides exposed. He kneeled next to her and wriggled his fingers into her sides. An additional circuit of devilish electricity shot through her body. Both of their tickling techniques were so good, that it felt like she was being tickled from the inside out. Her face now totally red, tears streaming down her face and her laughter was silent, as she bucked and thrashed, the only sound coming out now was her gasp of breath every few seconds, and going back into silent laughter, then a gasp and a scream. Once her breath was back a bit more it was just constant screams and cackles. She didn't know how much she could take and started, when she could start screaming and begging for them to stop, that she would do whatever they wanted. The continued to mock her, laugh at her and a flood of mixed emotions were active in her head. She desperately needed it to stop. She discovered she's incredibly ticklish and all of these hands on her was too much for her body to take. Also, another feeling was glee that she was having such attention paid to her by attractive guys. That never happens. She had all of these hands on her, which was kind of hot. She felt so pathetic, embarrassed and helpless, being someone who was so quiet and made to be so loud, it was incredibly humiliating, but she secretly oddly enjoyed it, so while the taunting made her sweat and turn red, the humiliation surging through her body was enjoyable and almost didn't want any of it to stop.
They eventually let up, she, disheveled said "Fine, I'll take you to the store." She did. While there, they instructed her to do different things, go get things for them, ask the clerks odd questions for their entertainment, all of this was humiliating. She could sense people noticing that she was taking orders from these stupid boys, but again, that was exciting for her. When she went home and was alone, she reflected on the day. She realized she got a huge rush from that tickle attack and thought how exciting it would be if it happened again. In the days and weeks to come,
she was also very aware of her new found ticklishness. If someone put their hand on her shoulder, or got a hug, she felt the electricity flow through her body like she never had. Simply because she knew of her vulnerability.
possibly to be continued.
