Tickling traditions at the liberal arts college (part 1)
[Intro] I've been lurking on TMF for a while now. I have recently been searching for very particular themes in stories, so figured why not just write my own! Below tale includes hazing, mild humiliation, and cfnm type scenes. Part 1 is both F/F and F/M but future parts may lean more F/M. Let me know what you think of part 1!
[Megan's move-in day]
Nestled in rural Virginia, the sleepy town of Marlow has little going on outside of Marlow College. The prestigous liberal arts college of just 2000 students has an extremely low acceptance rate and was originally founded as a women's college, before deciding to open its doors to male applicants in the 1980s. Still, the college had a 2:1 ratio of women to men, and its early history as an eclectic women's college led to some...interesting traditions.
Megan, a sophomore art history major, couldn't wait for these traditions to begin as she was moving into her room in Featherly manor, the oldest of the college's 5 residential halls. Megan was a Jewish girl from Maryland, about 5'5, pale, with brown curly hair, and an average frame with large full breasts. She recalled her first week as a freshman in the same residential hall, where she first learned of Marlow's freshman hazing. Each freshman floor of 20 had an RA and a group of 3 other upperclassmen mentors, all women. One day, Megan was called into the RA's room for an "introductory meeting". Most of the meeting was fun and normal, she got to know her new mentors and talked about her academic interests. But then the girls asked her an odd question:
"How ticklish are you?"
Before Megan could answer, the four pounced on her and pulled her onto the bed, swiftly pulling off her shoes and school hoodie, leaving her in just her yoga pants and a white tank top, before the RA sat on her extended arms. Three of the four began tickling her all over her body - her armpits, neck, ribs, belly, sides, thighs, knees, and finally her feet. Megan had always been extremely ticklish, and couldn't help but scream as her supposed-mentors tickled her all over. As three of the group tickled her, the fourth was taking notes on the various tickle spots on her body - noting that her belly, sides, and armpits were the most ticklish. After the detailed examination, the four stopped and smiled at each other. the RA, Debra, spoke up.
"Wow girls, I think she's gonna be on the list!" The others giggled and looked at Megan teasingly as she was let up from the bed.
"Whats the list?" asked the timid freshman.
Debra explained that in the first two weeks of every year, the RAs and mentors chose 3-5 freshman from each floor (whoever they enjoyed tickling the most) to serve as the residential college's "tickle victims". These victims would be subject to tickle torture and hazing throughout the year, before finally being inducted into the Feather Club. Both women and men were inducted into the Feather Club, however the women had the extra perk of being allowed to serve as RAs or mentors to the next group of freshman. Technically, freshmen women could opt out of being a victim, but as Megan explained, they rarely did:
"It sounds like torture, but trust me its a ton of fun, especially once you're not a freshman anymore. And the best part is when you get to tickle the guys! Since there are so few men at Marlow, and most feel emasculated by being tickle tortured, we don't even give them a choice about joining if they're chosen. And even after they're freshman, they still get tortured alot by the upperclassmen girls until they become seniors!"
Seeing guys get tickled always captivated Megan. At her private prep school, the senior girls had a similar hazing ritual where they grabbed junior boys in the hallway every Friday and tickled them silly. Megan was too shy then to participate, but the thought of getting to tease a cute shirtless guy, and the clear popularity of the girls in the Feather Club across campus, made her agree to be a tickle victim her freshman year.
At times she almost regretted it, like the multiple times they stripped her to her bra and panties in the common room of the residential hall, oiled up her belly and pits, and made her scream "I love being tickled!" while the mentors from other floors rounded up the freshmen boys to watch. Or the times they made her get into tickle fights with other freshman victims, with the loser getting blindfolded, stripped of their shirt and socks, and tied to stakes on the lawn outside for anyone to tickle.
The worst was the time the Feather Club booked the residential pool to host a seemingly-innocuous pool party, which turned out to be a tickling contest where all the 20 swimsuit-clad freshman victims were handcuffed to poolchairs, stretched out, and tortured in their worst spots. Every 5 minutes, the 3 victims who laughed the least were released, until finally there were just two horribly-ticklish freshmen being tortured by 4 people at once. These unfortunate souls turned out to be Megan and Kevin, a cute tall half-Asian boy that lived on Megan's floor. After a few minutes, the RAs decided to further humiliate Megan and Kevin for losing the contest, so the group untied Megan's bikini top and pulled down Kevin's swim trunks before oiling up their already-sweaty bodies. Megan was blushing crimson red. Not only since her breasts were visible to everyone, but especially since she was having her armpits tickled by a muscular tanned senior boy who couldn't resist tapping the sides of her large breasts to make them dance from side to side. Thankfully the girl at her feet chose not to alert everyone to the wet spot on her bottoms. Kevin wasn't so lucky. He was dying of embarrassment as his own RA and 3 mentors tortured his inner thighs and nipples and teased him about his twitching, hardening cock. The other freshman looked in astonishment, amused but also aware now that full-on nudity, at least for the boys, was part of the hazing and that they'd get their turn at some point.
Still, the good parts were better than the bad. Megan became close friends with her four primary torturers, as well as with the other freshman victims, and the shy girl's social life thrived. She partied every weekend, and sure sometimes the parties ended in her being tortured, but most nights it was some freshman guy who ended up stripped to his underwear and made to beg by a group of girls. And the pool party incident had a blessing in disguise too. The night after being tortured topless, Megan walked over to Kevin's dorm room to talk about it. As the two were laughing and teasing each other about their predicament, the normally shy girl leaned over and kissed him. Soon the two 18 year olds were all over each other, and she lost her virginity to him that night.
Over the course of the year, Megan also got to participate in some of the tickling of the freshman male victims, who seemed to get to brunt of the torture at the mostly-womens college. The handsome Kevin of course was her usual target (and most of the other girls), but a short 5'4 boy named Steven from the below floor was her favorite. Being the shortest guy in the residence hall, Steven was immediately targeted by the girls and was often found being tied up by his floor's mentors on one of the common room's torture tables. In the first week of the year his RA found out about his ticklish thighs and decided to tie him up, pants him, and post a picture of him in the residential hall's FB group inviting all the girls to get him. This became a weekly ritual. Even worse, the older girls bought Steven a bunch of tiny European style men's thongs, and told him if he was tied up and found to be wearing more conservative underwear, the girls would cut it off. One day, Steven tried to break the rule, and Megan was enlisted to help with the punishment. The older girls cut off Steven's boxers, revealing a short but thick and veiny cock, and began running a feather duster back and forth across his thighs and balls. Megan was told to sit beside him and stuff her large tube-top-covered cleavage in his face. Remarkably, the guy managed to last without cumming from the stimulation, but after the older girls finally untied him, the now-sexually-confident-Megan grabbed Steven's hand and walked him back to her room to see what the little guy could do.
But Megan knew that her sophomore year, as a full member of the Feather Club, would be even better. She would still have to deal with being tickled by some of the older members, but now she was a freshmen mentor and would get to torture the freshman guys whenever she pleased. After setting up her room, she walked over to the freshman side of her floor to get a look at the new blood. As usual, the freshman floor had more women (14) than men (6), but one guy immediately caught her attention. He was about 5'8, with broad shoulders, brown skin with a Hispanic or Arab look, curly black hair, and a great jawline. He was carrying his last bags from his parent's car up to his room.
"Hi, I'm Megan. I'm one of your sophomore mentors this year. Welcome to Marlow! How's your first day been?" Megan beamed.
The boy smiled, a bit intimidated by the hot older girl. "Hey Megan, I'm Neal. I just got here a couple hours ago. I'm excited to meet everyone!"
Megan helped Neal with his last few bags, and two started talking about school. Neal was from Brooklyn, went to public schools, and got a scholarship to Marlow College where he planned to study International Relations. Megan couldn't help but notice that they had immediate chemistry. Before she left, Megan decided to do a little pre-exam. As Neal was stacking his clothes in his closet, Megan crept up behind him and squeezed his sides. The boy yelped immediately, dropped the shirt he was hanging, and grabbed both of Megan's hands to stop the tickling.
"Cut it out, I'm ticklish." Neal said, smiling. "Is this supposed to be my freshman hazing" he teased (oblivious to what he really signed up for when attending Marlow).
Megan laughed, "Something like that hahaha". In her head she thought "This guy is definitely making the list".
[to be continued]
[Intro] I've been lurking on TMF for a while now. I have recently been searching for very particular themes in stories, so figured why not just write my own! Below tale includes hazing, mild humiliation, and cfnm type scenes. Part 1 is both F/F and F/M but future parts may lean more F/M. Let me know what you think of part 1!
[Megan's move-in day]
Nestled in rural Virginia, the sleepy town of Marlow has little going on outside of Marlow College. The prestigous liberal arts college of just 2000 students has an extremely low acceptance rate and was originally founded as a women's college, before deciding to open its doors to male applicants in the 1980s. Still, the college had a 2:1 ratio of women to men, and its early history as an eclectic women's college led to some...interesting traditions.
Megan, a sophomore art history major, couldn't wait for these traditions to begin as she was moving into her room in Featherly manor, the oldest of the college's 5 residential halls. Megan was a Jewish girl from Maryland, about 5'5, pale, with brown curly hair, and an average frame with large full breasts. She recalled her first week as a freshman in the same residential hall, where she first learned of Marlow's freshman hazing. Each freshman floor of 20 had an RA and a group of 3 other upperclassmen mentors, all women. One day, Megan was called into the RA's room for an "introductory meeting". Most of the meeting was fun and normal, she got to know her new mentors and talked about her academic interests. But then the girls asked her an odd question:
"How ticklish are you?"
Before Megan could answer, the four pounced on her and pulled her onto the bed, swiftly pulling off her shoes and school hoodie, leaving her in just her yoga pants and a white tank top, before the RA sat on her extended arms. Three of the four began tickling her all over her body - her armpits, neck, ribs, belly, sides, thighs, knees, and finally her feet. Megan had always been extremely ticklish, and couldn't help but scream as her supposed-mentors tickled her all over. As three of the group tickled her, the fourth was taking notes on the various tickle spots on her body - noting that her belly, sides, and armpits were the most ticklish. After the detailed examination, the four stopped and smiled at each other. the RA, Debra, spoke up.
"Wow girls, I think she's gonna be on the list!" The others giggled and looked at Megan teasingly as she was let up from the bed.
"Whats the list?" asked the timid freshman.
Debra explained that in the first two weeks of every year, the RAs and mentors chose 3-5 freshman from each floor (whoever they enjoyed tickling the most) to serve as the residential college's "tickle victims". These victims would be subject to tickle torture and hazing throughout the year, before finally being inducted into the Feather Club. Both women and men were inducted into the Feather Club, however the women had the extra perk of being allowed to serve as RAs or mentors to the next group of freshman. Technically, freshmen women could opt out of being a victim, but as Megan explained, they rarely did:
"It sounds like torture, but trust me its a ton of fun, especially once you're not a freshman anymore. And the best part is when you get to tickle the guys! Since there are so few men at Marlow, and most feel emasculated by being tickle tortured, we don't even give them a choice about joining if they're chosen. And even after they're freshman, they still get tortured alot by the upperclassmen girls until they become seniors!"
Seeing guys get tickled always captivated Megan. At her private prep school, the senior girls had a similar hazing ritual where they grabbed junior boys in the hallway every Friday and tickled them silly. Megan was too shy then to participate, but the thought of getting to tease a cute shirtless guy, and the clear popularity of the girls in the Feather Club across campus, made her agree to be a tickle victim her freshman year.
At times she almost regretted it, like the multiple times they stripped her to her bra and panties in the common room of the residential hall, oiled up her belly and pits, and made her scream "I love being tickled!" while the mentors from other floors rounded up the freshmen boys to watch. Or the times they made her get into tickle fights with other freshman victims, with the loser getting blindfolded, stripped of their shirt and socks, and tied to stakes on the lawn outside for anyone to tickle.
The worst was the time the Feather Club booked the residential pool to host a seemingly-innocuous pool party, which turned out to be a tickling contest where all the 20 swimsuit-clad freshman victims were handcuffed to poolchairs, stretched out, and tortured in their worst spots. Every 5 minutes, the 3 victims who laughed the least were released, until finally there were just two horribly-ticklish freshmen being tortured by 4 people at once. These unfortunate souls turned out to be Megan and Kevin, a cute tall half-Asian boy that lived on Megan's floor. After a few minutes, the RAs decided to further humiliate Megan and Kevin for losing the contest, so the group untied Megan's bikini top and pulled down Kevin's swim trunks before oiling up their already-sweaty bodies. Megan was blushing crimson red. Not only since her breasts were visible to everyone, but especially since she was having her armpits tickled by a muscular tanned senior boy who couldn't resist tapping the sides of her large breasts to make them dance from side to side. Thankfully the girl at her feet chose not to alert everyone to the wet spot on her bottoms. Kevin wasn't so lucky. He was dying of embarrassment as his own RA and 3 mentors tortured his inner thighs and nipples and teased him about his twitching, hardening cock. The other freshman looked in astonishment, amused but also aware now that full-on nudity, at least for the boys, was part of the hazing and that they'd get their turn at some point.
Still, the good parts were better than the bad. Megan became close friends with her four primary torturers, as well as with the other freshman victims, and the shy girl's social life thrived. She partied every weekend, and sure sometimes the parties ended in her being tortured, but most nights it was some freshman guy who ended up stripped to his underwear and made to beg by a group of girls. And the pool party incident had a blessing in disguise too. The night after being tortured topless, Megan walked over to Kevin's dorm room to talk about it. As the two were laughing and teasing each other about their predicament, the normally shy girl leaned over and kissed him. Soon the two 18 year olds were all over each other, and she lost her virginity to him that night.
Over the course of the year, Megan also got to participate in some of the tickling of the freshman male victims, who seemed to get to brunt of the torture at the mostly-womens college. The handsome Kevin of course was her usual target (and most of the other girls), but a short 5'4 boy named Steven from the below floor was her favorite. Being the shortest guy in the residence hall, Steven was immediately targeted by the girls and was often found being tied up by his floor's mentors on one of the common room's torture tables. In the first week of the year his RA found out about his ticklish thighs and decided to tie him up, pants him, and post a picture of him in the residential hall's FB group inviting all the girls to get him. This became a weekly ritual. Even worse, the older girls bought Steven a bunch of tiny European style men's thongs, and told him if he was tied up and found to be wearing more conservative underwear, the girls would cut it off. One day, Steven tried to break the rule, and Megan was enlisted to help with the punishment. The older girls cut off Steven's boxers, revealing a short but thick and veiny cock, and began running a feather duster back and forth across his thighs and balls. Megan was told to sit beside him and stuff her large tube-top-covered cleavage in his face. Remarkably, the guy managed to last without cumming from the stimulation, but after the older girls finally untied him, the now-sexually-confident-Megan grabbed Steven's hand and walked him back to her room to see what the little guy could do.
But Megan knew that her sophomore year, as a full member of the Feather Club, would be even better. She would still have to deal with being tickled by some of the older members, but now she was a freshmen mentor and would get to torture the freshman guys whenever she pleased. After setting up her room, she walked over to the freshman side of her floor to get a look at the new blood. As usual, the freshman floor had more women (14) than men (6), but one guy immediately caught her attention. He was about 5'8, with broad shoulders, brown skin with a Hispanic or Arab look, curly black hair, and a great jawline. He was carrying his last bags from his parent's car up to his room.
"Hi, I'm Megan. I'm one of your sophomore mentors this year. Welcome to Marlow! How's your first day been?" Megan beamed.
The boy smiled, a bit intimidated by the hot older girl. "Hey Megan, I'm Neal. I just got here a couple hours ago. I'm excited to meet everyone!"
Megan helped Neal with his last few bags, and two started talking about school. Neal was from Brooklyn, went to public schools, and got a scholarship to Marlow College where he planned to study International Relations. Megan couldn't help but notice that they had immediate chemistry. Before she left, Megan decided to do a little pre-exam. As Neal was stacking his clothes in his closet, Megan crept up behind him and squeezed his sides. The boy yelped immediately, dropped the shirt he was hanging, and grabbed both of Megan's hands to stop the tickling.
"Cut it out, I'm ticklish." Neal said, smiling. "Is this supposed to be my freshman hazing" he teased (oblivious to what he really signed up for when attending Marlow).
Megan laughed, "Something like that hahaha". In her head she thought "This guy is definitely making the list".
[to be continued]
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