Chris31
TMF Novice
- Joined
- Jan 3, 2019
- Messages
- 72
- Points
- 18
-Note; This is a fictional tickling fantasy narrated by a fictional character involving fictional characters.
Sorority Hazing (ffffff/f, non-con)
Sooo, my name is ** ******, and I’m telling this story because, well, I think tickling is sexy as hell and seeing it happen in front of me was a pretty great experience. I saw it happen to a friend of mine in college as a hazing ritual… and… welllllll… if you get the same thing out of tickling as I do, which is excitement, you should enjoy this!
Sooo, my friend is Robin, but the story involves another pledge named Sarah. Sarah and Robin couldn’t have been more opposite. Sarah was tall and blonde and sporty. Robin was short and mousey and nerdy, with shoulder-length brunette hair, bangs, and bold-framed glasses. Sarah came from a wealthy big-name family. Robin’s family was barely scraping by. Yet the two had become good friends in their last year of high-school.
As freshmen attending the same college, they both pledged to my sorority.
The thing about Sarah is that she was very privileged. Her older sister, Jennifer, was already a “sister” of the sorority which meant that it would be easier for Sarah to get in. Jennifer also knew the hazing ritual that the pledges had ahead of them. She knew her little sister, Sarah, wasn’t going to be able to handle it. Jennifer had tickled Sarah when they were younger and knew she absolutely hated it. All Jen would have to do was hold up the “tickle-monster hands” and poor Sarah would drop to the floor in hysterics, begging and pleading and squirming before the tickling even began. “There’s no way she’s gonna take hours of that,” she thought to herself. So Jennifer devised a plan to get her little sister out of the hazing ritual.
Because of her status, privilege, and money, Jennifer was able to simply ask the sorority to give her sister a pass on the hazing. They basically agreed to make it look like the hazing would go ahead as normal; they would pull the girls out of bed in the middle of the night, blindfold them, and take them to the sorority house where they were to be separated. Once separated, Sarah would be escorted out while poor Robin would have to stay and endure the hazing.
Meanwhile, Robin’s older sister, Haily, was working on a plan of her own. Robin’s family was lesser-privileged and not as highly connected with the sorority, so she couldn’t just ask for a pass. She knew the ritual consisted of being tied to a bed, spread eagle, and tickled relentlessly by three to six girls for hours. Each girl was given a specific safe-word which was kept secret, only the ticklee and the ticklers would know. If you say your safe-word, the tickling ends but you can’t join the sorority. The point of keeping the safe-word secret was so that nobody else could say your safe-word for you and fail you out. But Haily had something else in mind…
Haily knew she couldn’t get Robin a pass on the hazing, so she had to make sure Robin couldn’t use her safe-word. She asked the sisters to secretly give her the wrong word, so that no matter how much she tried, Robin wouldn’t be able to tap out and fail the ritual.
So Jennifer told Sarah what to expect, Haily told Robin nothing, and that night the plans all came together.
Robin and Sarah were pulled from their beds in the middle of the night, blindfolded, and taken to the sorority house. Robin was scared shitless and nervous like a little rabbit. But Sarah was given the briefing by her older sister and knew she’d be getting out of this in just a few minutes. She kept a calm demeanor and tried to reassure her frightened friend that everything was going to be fine. “It’s just a hazing,” she told Robin, “everyone goes through it. You’ll be fine!”
The smug look on her face must have bothered some of the other sisters that night. They knew Sarah was getting a pass just because her family was rich, and they got to talking amongst themselves. The only reason I know this is because I was approached that night and asked to help with a little plan to teach Sarah a bit of a lesson about using her privilege. I put out a group-text to my old field-hockey team that I played with in high-school, about fifteen or so girls…
As we discussed the details, Sarah and Robin, still blindfolded, were both led into a room where they were told to undress. Both girls looked nervous at this point, Sarah thought she would have been escorted out by now. She reluctantly and shyly took off her nightgown and panties. Robin was shaking as she slid her gown over her head, messing up her hair a bit. The thing about Robin is that she actually had no idea what was coming. If she had, she would have fought like hell and ran from that house faster than lightning. If she knew tickling was going to be involved, she would have given up joining the sorority right then and there. Tickling was a deal-breaker. Tickling was off-limits. No exception.
But she had no idea what was in store, and honestly, neither did Sarah. The two girls were instructed to take off their blindfolds, and as they did, they were horrified at what they saw. Robin let out a gasp that seemed to have the choke of tears behind it, while Sarah froze with fear. There were two beds, set up almost like a hotel. Both beds had posts with Velcro shackles attached to each one. And there was a big painted sign hanging from the ceiling that said, “ARE YOU TICKLISH?”
Sarah began to stutter, “I was um… I was told we’d be separated…”
One of the sisters snapped back, “what did you say, slut? Did you just ask a question?”
Another sister chimed in, “yea, that bitch just spoke without being spoken to…”
“You shut the fuck up, slut! Do you understand? Or fifteen of us will tickle you until you puke!”
Robin let out a whimper. She couldn’t keep herself contained.
“Is this bitch crying?” one of the sisters asked with an evil smirk. “Haha, she’s crying already. Oh, we’re gonna tear her apart, tonight…”
The banter came to an abrupt end when the head sister began to speak, “Okay so, welcome pledges! We all know you are both little sluts. But tonight… you will be our tickle-sluts! Your sensitive little vaginas and tingling little clits won’t be getting any attention; tonight, it will be your underarms, your sides, your tummies, your thighs, and of course your feet. You will each be separated…” she paused and glared at Sarah, “you will each be separated for a period of one minute. During this time, you will receive your secret safe-word and have a small period of reflection. After this minute is up, you will both be returned to this room where you will be tickled without emotion, without empathy, and without mercy. The length of time you will remain here is undetermined. If you should use your secret safe-word, you forfeit your pledgeship. In order to affirm that you both understand, say out-loud ‘I am a tickle-slut.’”
Both girls glanced at each other nervously, as if each was waiting for the other to say something. They jumped when the silence was broken by the head sister, “well? Are you tickle sluts?”
“Y…yes… I’m… a tickle slut…” Sarah choked up. She looked over at Robin and nodded, ‘your turn.’
“I’m… um…” Robin fell silent.
“If you make us tickle you into it, we’re gonna wreck you…” threatened one of the sisters.
Sarah nudged her friend gently, “just fuckin’ say it!”
“I’m a ti…” her volume dropped, “…slut…”
The head sister looked annoyed at first but then got a smirk, “heh, good enough for now. We’ll get more out of you later. Let’s get the safe-words done so we can get them tied up.”
The girls were then taken into separate rooms. Robin sat in a chair, shaking and twitching, on the verge of tears, when one of the sisters came into the room. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face and it made Robin feel even more ill-at-ease. The sister, with her evil smirk, said, “Robin the tickle slut, your safe-word is ‘elephant.’” She giggled as she walked out, turning one last time to catch a glimpse of the poor girl she just sabotaged. Her assigned safe-word was obviously not elephant. But Robin was going to find out the hard way.
Sarah sat on the edge of her chair tapping her knee. As the door opened, she sprang to her feet and immediately began asking questions. “Did you talk to my sister? I got a pass, right? You’re going to let me go?”
“Relax, Barbie, geez! Ya,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m friends with your sister, Jennifer. She got you a pass. But here’s the deal…” the girl continued with a smirk, “you can pass on the hazing, now, but you’ll make up for it later…”
“I’ll pass,” Sarah announced without skipping a beat.
The sister’s face twisted into an evil smile. “Are you sure? The consequences…”
Sarah cut her off, “Yea, I’m sure. Fuck being tickled, oh my god… get me out of here!”
“Heh, alright, then. Sarah the tickle slut, you are free to go,” the sister said, her grin becoming more wicked. As Sarah got dressed and left the sorority house in a hurry, the head sister, three others and myself all watched out the window as she hustled off down the road. The head sister immediately pulled out her cell phone and typed, “she’s on her way…” at which point, I was instructed to strap Robin to the bed.
It took me and three other girls to drag her into the room, kicking and screaming. But after about ten rough minutes of wrestling with her, we were finally able to pry her arms up get her tied nice and secure. This poor girl was a wreck before anything even began. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably like she was shivering, and you could hear her whimpers as she tried desperately to hold it together.
“Robin, the tickle slut,” the head-sister said, “we are going to tickle you without emotion, without empathy, and without mercy until a time undetermined... hehehe,” she broke character, “basically, we’re gonna tickle the shit out of you!” She got that out of her system and tried to pull herself back to her normal tone, “If you say your secret safe-word at any point, the tickling will end and you will officially forfeit your pledgeship. To begin, say, ‘tickle me!’”
I remember the horrified look on Robin’s face when she noticed the bed next to her was empty. She started stuttering and trying to say something, tugging at her arms to get them free. “Wai… wait, where’s Sarah?” was about all she was able to get out.
The head-sister rolled her eyes, “tickle her!” she shouted. And holy shit. I’ve never seen someone lose it so bad. That tiny, mousey, nerdy little thing suddenly turned into a screaming, thrashing banshee. Fuck, it was like… watching someone torture an animal. She bucked and pulled at her restraints so hard it scared some of the ticklers who backed up a few steps and giggled.
“Oh shit!” one girl remarked, “she really hates this!”
Another girl chimed in, “how long before she safe-words? I give it five minutes…”
That’s when Robin’s eyes lit up; her safe-word! She can make it stop! She can safe-word out!
“EEELLEEPH….HAHAHAHA…. ELL…EHAHAHA…” she couldn’t quite get it out.
“Awwww,” one of the sisters teased, “I think she’s trying to tell us something...”
“What’s that tickle slut? You want more?” they teased.
Finally she took a sharp breath and screamed as loud as she could, “ELEPHANT!!!” before collapsing back into a helpless fit of involuntary laughter. The girls just laughed and continued to squeeze her sides and poke at her most ticklish spots…
I remember the look of pure confusion and utter terror on this girl’s face… it was like she was screaming, “why won’t they stop?” with her eyes.
“ELEPHANT! ELEPHANT!!” she got out those two words before her breath failed her and her body went back into convulsing laughter.
“What the fuck is she saying? Elephant?” one of the girls commented. “What the fuck does elephant mean?”
Another sister laughed out loud, “oh my god, I think she thinks it’s her safe-word!”
At this, all the girls burst out laughing. “Ooooooooooh… shit! She thinks it’s her safe-word!”
One of the girls leaned in and spoke directly at poor little Robin, “what’s your safe-word, tickle-slut?”
Robin screamed through the tickling, “ELEPHANT!! EELLEEEPHAAHAHAHAAHAANTTT!!!”
“Oooh shit. Yea. Somebody played a reeeaally mean trick on you,” her smile got bigger and bigger. “That’s not your safe-word, tickle-slut…”
The absolute look of horror on Robin’s face when she heard the news… I actually almost felt kinda bad for her. Almost… The look on her face was totally priceless!
“Looks like your sister set you up,” the head-sister began, “she sabotaged your safe-word so you can’t tap out.” The poor little scared, tortured rabbit was bucking and writhing and thrashing so hard I thought she was going to break something.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” She let out a shriek so loud it echoed and made a few of the girls cover their ears.
Now, I know some of you want the actual tickling details. Like, where she was being tickled and how hard… and all I can say is… everywhere! Like, literally… every spot you can think of. There were at least fifteen or so sorority sisters there that night participating, taking turns, switching on and off. And they were SOOOOO mean! I mean, relentlessly mean! It was consistent, hard, torturous tickles… non-stop, no matter what… it was quite the sight.
At this point I actually had to leave the room to make a few phone calls; some of my field-hockey teammates who I texted earlier had a few questions which I cleared up fairly quickly. Basically, some of them just needed directions. The plan was that all fifteen of them were going to be waiting for Sarah when she returned to her dorm-room. This story actually turns out really good… but I’m getting ahead of myself.
So I just remember having to go back into that room to speak to the head-sister and let her know that Sarah’s plan was going through. I remember the energy walking in, it was like a heightened frenzy of shouting and teasing and name-calling and tickling… all aimed at poor little Robin who was thrashing relentlessly and bucking wildly, completely out of her mind; now just a toy for their amusement. Oh. My. God. When I say they really got her bad- I mean they seriously didn’t stop no matter what. I just remember she pissed herself at one point, and they tickled her through it. Like, they didn’t stop tickling her even while she was peeing. That poor thing was sobbing. I mean sobbbbbbbing! Screaming these pathetic, high-pitched pleas for help, trying to say the word elephant over and over… Oh these girls were soooo mean to her! They laughed and teased, “what’s your safe-word, tickle-slut? Huh? We’ll stop if you can just say it…” and “nah, we owe it to Jennifer to push her through this. We can’t let her tap out! Sorry, tickle-slut!” These girls really had their fun and you could tell. No doubt they were all fueled by alcohol and caffeine… They literally kept her there until around four in the morning before untying her and by that point, she just curled up into a ball on the bed and fell asleep.
But that’s not where the tickling ends! Remember Sarah? Okay, so apparently the head-sister knew Sarah’s RA. By the time she got back to her dorm room, she not only had my field-hockey team waiting for her, but the RA had basically informed the whole building that a “tickle-party” was happening in room 107. Basically, Sarah would have been better off just taking the hazing. She was publicly tickled as a party prop until the sun came up. Literally… the sun was coming up and there were still people awake, partying, and tickling the living hell out of the snobby sorority pledge.
At the end of the day, I’m really not sure who got it worse. I wasn’t there for Sarah’s ordeal but there were plenty of videos and pictures of her crying and pissing herself… Most of my night was spent listening to poor Robin scream her brains out. I’ve honestly never seen anyone get tickled like that before, and probably never will again.
Sorority Hazing (ffffff/f, non-con)
Sooo, my name is ** ******, and I’m telling this story because, well, I think tickling is sexy as hell and seeing it happen in front of me was a pretty great experience. I saw it happen to a friend of mine in college as a hazing ritual… and… welllllll… if you get the same thing out of tickling as I do, which is excitement, you should enjoy this!
Sooo, my friend is Robin, but the story involves another pledge named Sarah. Sarah and Robin couldn’t have been more opposite. Sarah was tall and blonde and sporty. Robin was short and mousey and nerdy, with shoulder-length brunette hair, bangs, and bold-framed glasses. Sarah came from a wealthy big-name family. Robin’s family was barely scraping by. Yet the two had become good friends in their last year of high-school.
As freshmen attending the same college, they both pledged to my sorority.
The thing about Sarah is that she was very privileged. Her older sister, Jennifer, was already a “sister” of the sorority which meant that it would be easier for Sarah to get in. Jennifer also knew the hazing ritual that the pledges had ahead of them. She knew her little sister, Sarah, wasn’t going to be able to handle it. Jennifer had tickled Sarah when they were younger and knew she absolutely hated it. All Jen would have to do was hold up the “tickle-monster hands” and poor Sarah would drop to the floor in hysterics, begging and pleading and squirming before the tickling even began. “There’s no way she’s gonna take hours of that,” she thought to herself. So Jennifer devised a plan to get her little sister out of the hazing ritual.
Because of her status, privilege, and money, Jennifer was able to simply ask the sorority to give her sister a pass on the hazing. They basically agreed to make it look like the hazing would go ahead as normal; they would pull the girls out of bed in the middle of the night, blindfold them, and take them to the sorority house where they were to be separated. Once separated, Sarah would be escorted out while poor Robin would have to stay and endure the hazing.
Meanwhile, Robin’s older sister, Haily, was working on a plan of her own. Robin’s family was lesser-privileged and not as highly connected with the sorority, so she couldn’t just ask for a pass. She knew the ritual consisted of being tied to a bed, spread eagle, and tickled relentlessly by three to six girls for hours. Each girl was given a specific safe-word which was kept secret, only the ticklee and the ticklers would know. If you say your safe-word, the tickling ends but you can’t join the sorority. The point of keeping the safe-word secret was so that nobody else could say your safe-word for you and fail you out. But Haily had something else in mind…
Haily knew she couldn’t get Robin a pass on the hazing, so she had to make sure Robin couldn’t use her safe-word. She asked the sisters to secretly give her the wrong word, so that no matter how much she tried, Robin wouldn’t be able to tap out and fail the ritual.
So Jennifer told Sarah what to expect, Haily told Robin nothing, and that night the plans all came together.
Robin and Sarah were pulled from their beds in the middle of the night, blindfolded, and taken to the sorority house. Robin was scared shitless and nervous like a little rabbit. But Sarah was given the briefing by her older sister and knew she’d be getting out of this in just a few minutes. She kept a calm demeanor and tried to reassure her frightened friend that everything was going to be fine. “It’s just a hazing,” she told Robin, “everyone goes through it. You’ll be fine!”
The smug look on her face must have bothered some of the other sisters that night. They knew Sarah was getting a pass just because her family was rich, and they got to talking amongst themselves. The only reason I know this is because I was approached that night and asked to help with a little plan to teach Sarah a bit of a lesson about using her privilege. I put out a group-text to my old field-hockey team that I played with in high-school, about fifteen or so girls…
As we discussed the details, Sarah and Robin, still blindfolded, were both led into a room where they were told to undress. Both girls looked nervous at this point, Sarah thought she would have been escorted out by now. She reluctantly and shyly took off her nightgown and panties. Robin was shaking as she slid her gown over her head, messing up her hair a bit. The thing about Robin is that she actually had no idea what was coming. If she had, she would have fought like hell and ran from that house faster than lightning. If she knew tickling was going to be involved, she would have given up joining the sorority right then and there. Tickling was a deal-breaker. Tickling was off-limits. No exception.
But she had no idea what was in store, and honestly, neither did Sarah. The two girls were instructed to take off their blindfolds, and as they did, they were horrified at what they saw. Robin let out a gasp that seemed to have the choke of tears behind it, while Sarah froze with fear. There were two beds, set up almost like a hotel. Both beds had posts with Velcro shackles attached to each one. And there was a big painted sign hanging from the ceiling that said, “ARE YOU TICKLISH?”
Sarah began to stutter, “I was um… I was told we’d be separated…”
One of the sisters snapped back, “what did you say, slut? Did you just ask a question?”
Another sister chimed in, “yea, that bitch just spoke without being spoken to…”
“You shut the fuck up, slut! Do you understand? Or fifteen of us will tickle you until you puke!”
Robin let out a whimper. She couldn’t keep herself contained.
“Is this bitch crying?” one of the sisters asked with an evil smirk. “Haha, she’s crying already. Oh, we’re gonna tear her apart, tonight…”
The banter came to an abrupt end when the head sister began to speak, “Okay so, welcome pledges! We all know you are both little sluts. But tonight… you will be our tickle-sluts! Your sensitive little vaginas and tingling little clits won’t be getting any attention; tonight, it will be your underarms, your sides, your tummies, your thighs, and of course your feet. You will each be separated…” she paused and glared at Sarah, “you will each be separated for a period of one minute. During this time, you will receive your secret safe-word and have a small period of reflection. After this minute is up, you will both be returned to this room where you will be tickled without emotion, without empathy, and without mercy. The length of time you will remain here is undetermined. If you should use your secret safe-word, you forfeit your pledgeship. In order to affirm that you both understand, say out-loud ‘I am a tickle-slut.’”
Both girls glanced at each other nervously, as if each was waiting for the other to say something. They jumped when the silence was broken by the head sister, “well? Are you tickle sluts?”
“Y…yes… I’m… a tickle slut…” Sarah choked up. She looked over at Robin and nodded, ‘your turn.’
“I’m… um…” Robin fell silent.
“If you make us tickle you into it, we’re gonna wreck you…” threatened one of the sisters.
Sarah nudged her friend gently, “just fuckin’ say it!”
“I’m a ti…” her volume dropped, “…slut…”
The head sister looked annoyed at first but then got a smirk, “heh, good enough for now. We’ll get more out of you later. Let’s get the safe-words done so we can get them tied up.”
The girls were then taken into separate rooms. Robin sat in a chair, shaking and twitching, on the verge of tears, when one of the sisters came into the room. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face and it made Robin feel even more ill-at-ease. The sister, with her evil smirk, said, “Robin the tickle slut, your safe-word is ‘elephant.’” She giggled as she walked out, turning one last time to catch a glimpse of the poor girl she just sabotaged. Her assigned safe-word was obviously not elephant. But Robin was going to find out the hard way.
Sarah sat on the edge of her chair tapping her knee. As the door opened, she sprang to her feet and immediately began asking questions. “Did you talk to my sister? I got a pass, right? You’re going to let me go?”
“Relax, Barbie, geez! Ya,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m friends with your sister, Jennifer. She got you a pass. But here’s the deal…” the girl continued with a smirk, “you can pass on the hazing, now, but you’ll make up for it later…”
“I’ll pass,” Sarah announced without skipping a beat.
The sister’s face twisted into an evil smile. “Are you sure? The consequences…”
Sarah cut her off, “Yea, I’m sure. Fuck being tickled, oh my god… get me out of here!”
“Heh, alright, then. Sarah the tickle slut, you are free to go,” the sister said, her grin becoming more wicked. As Sarah got dressed and left the sorority house in a hurry, the head sister, three others and myself all watched out the window as she hustled off down the road. The head sister immediately pulled out her cell phone and typed, “she’s on her way…” at which point, I was instructed to strap Robin to the bed.
It took me and three other girls to drag her into the room, kicking and screaming. But after about ten rough minutes of wrestling with her, we were finally able to pry her arms up get her tied nice and secure. This poor girl was a wreck before anything even began. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably like she was shivering, and you could hear her whimpers as she tried desperately to hold it together.
“Robin, the tickle slut,” the head-sister said, “we are going to tickle you without emotion, without empathy, and without mercy until a time undetermined... hehehe,” she broke character, “basically, we’re gonna tickle the shit out of you!” She got that out of her system and tried to pull herself back to her normal tone, “If you say your secret safe-word at any point, the tickling will end and you will officially forfeit your pledgeship. To begin, say, ‘tickle me!’”
I remember the horrified look on Robin’s face when she noticed the bed next to her was empty. She started stuttering and trying to say something, tugging at her arms to get them free. “Wai… wait, where’s Sarah?” was about all she was able to get out.
The head-sister rolled her eyes, “tickle her!” she shouted. And holy shit. I’ve never seen someone lose it so bad. That tiny, mousey, nerdy little thing suddenly turned into a screaming, thrashing banshee. Fuck, it was like… watching someone torture an animal. She bucked and pulled at her restraints so hard it scared some of the ticklers who backed up a few steps and giggled.
“Oh shit!” one girl remarked, “she really hates this!”
Another girl chimed in, “how long before she safe-words? I give it five minutes…”
That’s when Robin’s eyes lit up; her safe-word! She can make it stop! She can safe-word out!
“EEELLEEPH….HAHAHAHA…. ELL…EHAHAHA…” she couldn’t quite get it out.
“Awwww,” one of the sisters teased, “I think she’s trying to tell us something...”
“What’s that tickle slut? You want more?” they teased.
Finally she took a sharp breath and screamed as loud as she could, “ELEPHANT!!!” before collapsing back into a helpless fit of involuntary laughter. The girls just laughed and continued to squeeze her sides and poke at her most ticklish spots…
I remember the look of pure confusion and utter terror on this girl’s face… it was like she was screaming, “why won’t they stop?” with her eyes.
“ELEPHANT! ELEPHANT!!” she got out those two words before her breath failed her and her body went back into convulsing laughter.
“What the fuck is she saying? Elephant?” one of the girls commented. “What the fuck does elephant mean?”
Another sister laughed out loud, “oh my god, I think she thinks it’s her safe-word!”
At this, all the girls burst out laughing. “Ooooooooooh… shit! She thinks it’s her safe-word!”
One of the girls leaned in and spoke directly at poor little Robin, “what’s your safe-word, tickle-slut?”
Robin screamed through the tickling, “ELEPHANT!! EELLEEEPHAAHAHAHAAHAANTTT!!!”
“Oooh shit. Yea. Somebody played a reeeaally mean trick on you,” her smile got bigger and bigger. “That’s not your safe-word, tickle-slut…”
The absolute look of horror on Robin’s face when she heard the news… I actually almost felt kinda bad for her. Almost… The look on her face was totally priceless!
“Looks like your sister set you up,” the head-sister began, “she sabotaged your safe-word so you can’t tap out.” The poor little scared, tortured rabbit was bucking and writhing and thrashing so hard I thought she was going to break something.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” She let out a shriek so loud it echoed and made a few of the girls cover their ears.
Now, I know some of you want the actual tickling details. Like, where she was being tickled and how hard… and all I can say is… everywhere! Like, literally… every spot you can think of. There were at least fifteen or so sorority sisters there that night participating, taking turns, switching on and off. And they were SOOOOO mean! I mean, relentlessly mean! It was consistent, hard, torturous tickles… non-stop, no matter what… it was quite the sight.
At this point I actually had to leave the room to make a few phone calls; some of my field-hockey teammates who I texted earlier had a few questions which I cleared up fairly quickly. Basically, some of them just needed directions. The plan was that all fifteen of them were going to be waiting for Sarah when she returned to her dorm-room. This story actually turns out really good… but I’m getting ahead of myself.
So I just remember having to go back into that room to speak to the head-sister and let her know that Sarah’s plan was going through. I remember the energy walking in, it was like a heightened frenzy of shouting and teasing and name-calling and tickling… all aimed at poor little Robin who was thrashing relentlessly and bucking wildly, completely out of her mind; now just a toy for their amusement. Oh. My. God. When I say they really got her bad- I mean they seriously didn’t stop no matter what. I just remember she pissed herself at one point, and they tickled her through it. Like, they didn’t stop tickling her even while she was peeing. That poor thing was sobbing. I mean sobbbbbbbing! Screaming these pathetic, high-pitched pleas for help, trying to say the word elephant over and over… Oh these girls were soooo mean to her! They laughed and teased, “what’s your safe-word, tickle-slut? Huh? We’ll stop if you can just say it…” and “nah, we owe it to Jennifer to push her through this. We can’t let her tap out! Sorry, tickle-slut!” These girls really had their fun and you could tell. No doubt they were all fueled by alcohol and caffeine… They literally kept her there until around four in the morning before untying her and by that point, she just curled up into a ball on the bed and fell asleep.
But that’s not where the tickling ends! Remember Sarah? Okay, so apparently the head-sister knew Sarah’s RA. By the time she got back to her dorm room, she not only had my field-hockey team waiting for her, but the RA had basically informed the whole building that a “tickle-party” was happening in room 107. Basically, Sarah would have been better off just taking the hazing. She was publicly tickled as a party prop until the sun came up. Literally… the sun was coming up and there were still people awake, partying, and tickling the living hell out of the snobby sorority pledge.
At the end of the day, I’m really not sure who got it worse. I wasn’t there for Sarah’s ordeal but there were plenty of videos and pictures of her crying and pissing herself… Most of my night was spent listening to poor Robin scream her brains out. I’ve honestly never seen anyone get tickled like that before, and probably never will again.
