SeductiveTickle
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The English Literature department at Hampden-Sydney College was filled with an array of dynamic and creative minds. The program had a track record of churning out a reputable number of successful graduates who attained esteemed careers as authors, editors, and academicians.
Jane, a 21-year-old Junior who had just scored a coveted summer internship as a Student Researcher, was believed unanimously by her professors to be next in this lineage of talented graduates. Well on track to graduate with Summa Cum Laude honors, Jane was a natural wordsmith with a knack for dissecting verbose historical literary works as well as weaving together compelling and complex plots of her own. Jane also happened to be very attractive, with a short, slender frame, flowing dark brown hair that fell slightly beneath her shoulders, ivory skin, captivating brown eyes, and a subtly coquettish smile. A bit more reserved socially, Jane didn't dabble in the sorority life or house parties, instead immersing herself in more bookish and intellectual pursuits. Nevertheless, she had no difficulty catching the eye of men on campus who crossed her path, and she had been approached a fair number of times.
Kristy and Michele were also Juniors who majored in English Literature. Kristy, who played Catcher for the college's softball team, was tall with a thick build and gruff appearance. Michele, a carefree gamer girl with a pretty face, was shorter and on the husky side. The two had formed a friendship during their enrollment at the college while collaborating on various projects. Both had applied for the summer internship role that Jane had landed, and frankly neither had a chance, as their credentials were far surpassed by the comparatively more talented Jane.
While having breakfast together one Spring morning at the cafeteria, Kristy and Michele both observed Jane strolling slowly across campus with Brad, a fit, handsome Journalism major with promising career prospects.
Kristy miffed, "There goes Little Miss Perfect with the hottest guy in the class."
"She's so lucky. So smart, so pretty, and now it looks like she's fucking Brad", Michele replied.
"Not to mention she fucked us out of a summer internship opportunity. I'm just sick of her", Kristy stated in disgust while smearing a dollop of cream cheese on her bagel.
"Me too", Michele agreed, cutting into a greasy sausage link.
A moment elapsed, and then a mischievous grin emerged on Kristy's face. "There is a way we can get back at her", she said in a low tone.
Curious, Michele inquired, "How so?"
Ever cognizant not to divulge anything on the premises should their conversation be overheard by listeners nearby, the two reassembled in private at Kristy's dorm room at a time when none of her roommates were present. The two jealous classmates of Jane's contrived a clever scheme that would be assured to put her in her place (and then some). The deciding factor as to whether the mission could be undertaken would be Jane's willingness to attend a group study session.
Jane had spoken on a more frequent basis with the friendlier and more approachable Michele, so it was decided that she would handle the communication aspect given her higher likelihood of persuasion. To their pleasant surprise, after Michele initially pitched the idea of gathering for a study group to prepare for an upcoming exam on Themes in Literature, Jane acquiesced with no hesitation. Specifics would be ironed out, and the three would meet in a study room in the campus library the night prior. Kristy and Michele understood that this was the only opportunity they would have to unleash their envious wrath on poor Jane, so they sought to invest as much time, energy, and resources as they could muster toward this initiative.
A few days later, on the morning before to the exam, Jane and Michele confirmed that they would meet at the library that evening for 8:00 p.m. Later that afternoon, as already strategically plotted, Kristy selected the most isolated study room in the building, a seldom used afterthought tucked obscurely in a corner on the basement level. She made it a point to secure a spot there well in advance in the off chance another study group happened to claim it. After arriving there with her backpack of "materials", she took it upon herself to close all blinds entirely as a key part of the setup, restricting any visibility should someone pass by.
While Kristy and Michele were cunningly crafting together the final plans for Jane's punishment, Jane was on a coffee date with Brad, whose courtship of her was progressing along rather favorably. In an effort to strengthen Brad's attraction to her, Jane flaunted a sexy pair of skintight, dark blue low-rise jeans and a form-fitting, white cotton long-sleeve top that exposed her shoulders as well as a teasing sliver of skin along her midsection, outlining her svelte, trim physique. A stunning pair of black high heels revealed much of her smooth, glistening feet and complemented her attire rather elegantly. The outfit made her feel especially sexy and sensual, as many eyes of those around her were drawn to her alluring beauty.
Punctual as always, Jane met Michele at the library entrance slightly before 8:00 p.m. After pleasantries were exchanged, Michele led her to a door around the corner and down a steep stairwell, the clacking sound of Jane's heels echoing loudly with each step. Michele next pushed open a door which led them to the bottom level of the library. Under noticeably dimmer lights, they proceeded past aisles of dusty, seldom-accessed bookshelves all the way toward the back near a storage closet filled with cleaning supplies. Not a single person was encountered on the way to their destination. Jane found it strange that they were convening in such a secluded room so inconvenient to access, as there was a vast number of available study spaces to choose from on the main floor.
They finally entered the room after a lengthy walk down the sterile corridor, Michele slyly locking the door from within upon closing it. Kristy was already situated at the study table, pecking away at her laptop. The three chatted briefly and placed their books and notes on the sprawling oak table, ready to pore over the literary themes that would be featured in the exam. While they were sifting through their materials, Jane made another observation: All of the blinds were completely closed. She had never been in a study room so cut off from outside contact. This was a mere passing thought, as her attention was quickly redirected to the key concepts of interest upon which she would elaborate so eloquently to her new study companions.
Steady and swift progress was made as Jane masterfully analyzed the content for which they would be responsible on the exam. The mood was collectively uplifting, as Kristy and Michele praised her for the flawless orchestration of the subject matter she exhibited. About 30 minutes into their study session, Kristy gave Michele an affirmative nod while Jane's attention was at the moment focused on her textbook.
"I like your shirt, Jane. The fabric is so thin and soft", Michele complimented while gently gliding and moving her fingertips along Jane's lower back and sides.
Jane reflexively jerked her hips, slightly embarrassed by her reaction. "Oh, thank you. I got it at Macy's", she quickly responded, hoping that neither had noticed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did that tickle?" Michele feigned concern, fully aware of the intent of her contact. Jane started to blush, the contrast of her cheeks to the rest of her pale face ever apparent. She suddenly felt vulnerable, realizing that secret part of her had been so easily revealed to her peers.
"I don't think she's that ticklish, now are you, Jane?" Kristy approached from behind Jane's chair and aggressively dug her fingers into her ribs. Jane jolted and hastily put her arms down as a natural response to this unexpected stimulus.
"Ohh it appears she is", Kristy observed. "Let's see where else you're ticklish."
Knowing how unbearably ticklish she was and sensing trouble, Jane attempted to escape the study room. But unfortunately for her, this scenario was well rehearsed. Michele was already blockading the locked door, forming a sturdy human barrier to exit. The much taller, meatier, and stronger Kristy corralled Jane and pinned her to the floor.
"Oh my God! What are you doing to me?!", Jane exclaimed in horror.
"You'll find out, Sweetie", Kristy stated smugly.
Michele extracted a roll of duct tape from Kristy's bag and ripped off a hefty piece, covering Jane's full, glossed lips to ensure no commotion would be heard from fellow students upstairs deep at study. She then unveiled a spool of rope and began the process of tying Jane up while Kristy had firm control of her. Michele firmly bound Jane's ankles together and secured her wrists behind her back. Next, with careful precision, she skillfully trussed her up into a tight hogtie. Jane tried to wiggle her way out of her bondage, but soon realized there was zero chance of escape.
"Look at Pretty Miss Jane all tied up. Were my knots tight enough for you?", Michele teased. "It's a shame Brad can't come here to save you, isn't it? If only he could see you in this little predicament you're in."
Kristy interjected, "Now where were we? Oh yes - I was just trying to find your ticklish spots before you so hastily tried to leave us. You aren't getting away that easy." Jane shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.
Several inches of Jane's skin were now exposed between the waistline of her low-rise jeans and the bottom of her shirt. Kristy took it upon herself to indulge and began moving her thick, slightly calloused hands all over Jane's lower back, hips, and midsection. Jane squirmed and desperately tried to free herself of Kristy's active hands, but there was nothing she could do to prevent the tickling. Each time Kristy would explore a new area on Jane's lithe torso, muffled bouts of laughter ensued. She proved quite responsive to the gentle fluttering action of fingers on her ribs and underarms. Kristy continued Jane's upper body torment for a lengthy period of time, effortlessly causing her to jolt and contort with even the most subtle touch. Kristy's fingers had grown fatigued from all of the work they had done, so the tickling would mercifully cease for Jane (for the time being).
It was soon Michele's turn to join in on the fun. She patiently targeted the same upper body spots that had been exploited by Kristy. Based on Jane's responses, the effect was even more devastating; Michele happened to grow fingernails unlike her partner in crime... and she was just warming up.
Jane was a true damsel in distress personified, helpless at the hands of her vengeful handlers. This young woman whose intellectual brilliance and beauty were admired by so many on campus had been ensnared by a pair of envious cohorts whom she would have never suspected were capable of going to such great lengths to apprehend and torture her. The grace and confidence with which she comported herself just hours earlier were eroding into sheer despair and humiliation with each tickle she endured against her tight bounds.
Michele decided to delve further downward on Jane's lower body to assess its relative ticklishness. She meticulously scribbled her sharp nails all over Jane's ass and thighs, which were covered tightly in denim. The stylish layer of fabric did nothing to reduce the impact of the tickles, as Jane tensed herself as much as possible before emitting a string of suppressed giggles. Michele then started to apply slightly more intense squeezing pressure on her inner thighs, which prompted quite a volatile reaction. Jane's tight ass bounced every which way in an effort to minimize the sensation.
"This is just too easy", Michele exclaimed in amusement. Once satisfied with the amount of tickling doled out on this region of Jane's body, she administered a few firm spankings on Jane's ass, humbling her even further.
Jane's ticklers relented for awhile, giving her a much needed break. Although even when removed from the act of tickling, they enjoyed vexing her psychologically, establishing that they were the ones in full control.
"You've been awfully quiet, Jane. Anything to say?", Kristy jabbed with a smug grin. The poetically and linguistically talented scholar could only muster incoherent gibberish behind her sticky slab of duct tape, incapable of pleading or negotiating with her holders. Kristy and Michele reveled in the power they now possessed over one of Hampden-Sydney's finest gems.
"Our prized intern is speechless, isn't she?", Michele quipped. "We should snap a few photos of hogtied Jane and send them over to the research firm. Then they can see what kind of kinky slut they hired." Conniving laughter filled the room momentarily.
Kristy slowly ambled her imposing frame over to Jane, whose high heels still remained on her elevated feet. She gripped each heel and playfully commended her fashionable footwear, "What nice heels you wore for us this evening. You really shouldn't have." Jane was immediately overcome with trepidation, her intelligent mind deducing exactly where this was leading. Her feet were exceptionally sensitive, and she couldn't fathom how it would be possible to tolerate the level of tickle torture on them which these sadistic individuals were capable of conducting.
"Let's get comfortable, shall we? I imagine your feet are getting sore from being in those heels for so long." Kristy removed the heels with ease and placed them aside. A ruffling sound could be heard as Kristy pored through her backpack of tools. Jane moaned as she braced herself for the inevitable.
The moment Kristy placed her hands on Jane's delicate feet, Jane squirmed. "Oh my. It seems that your feet are also ticklish, aren't they?" Kristy unraveled a roll of string which she wrapped and tied around Jane's toes, further restricting her maneuverability and granting even easier access to her tickler(s). When finished, she lazily fluttered her chubby fingers over the bottoms of Jane's feet, eliciting instantaneous uncontrollable laugher. She adapted a fastidious technique which proved highly effective, soaking in great pleasure at the sight of the squirming belle's gyrations wrought by the simple movements of her fingers.
Ever adventurous, Kristy decided to employ a certain tool of interest on her subject. A buzzing sound filled the air. "I've been meaning to try out this new electric toothbrush. Let's give it a test run." She dragged the bristles of the vibrating device over her soft soles and between her toes. Unsurprisingly, Jane erupted into another bout of laughter and undecipherable gagged phrases. Her nimble, agile body hilariously twisted and torqued as Kristy's tool discovered new regions of extreme sensitivity.
"I think she likes it. It's a keeper", Kristy taunted, running the vibrating device on the bottoms of Jane's feet a bit longer before putting it away.
Michele was once again ready to relieve Kristy of her tickling duties. While Kristy had initially pitched the idea of disciplining Jane just days prior, it was Michele who truly relished her assignment. Studying Jane's receptive motions while Kristy utilized various methods of working her immobilized feet, Michele's fingers were aching for the opportunity to give her the treatment she so warranted.
It didn't take long for the effect of Michele's sharp, pointed fingernails to once again agitate Jane. Straddling her from the most advantageous position, Michele curled and spidered the tips of her fingers on both hands down her soles and arches and dug further into her heels. This caused Jane to buck and thrash profusely amid the torrent of tickles. Unable to resist, Michele then raked her nails all over Jane's highly vulnerable feet for extended intervals. Jane's laughter intensified from the exposure to this prolonged tantalizing sensation.
For Jane, the torture was absolutely excruciating, worsening as the night progressed. She had lost sense of time, feeling as though days had elapsed since she naively (and regrettably) entered the ominous confines of this study room. Would her nefarious captors ever release her? Why were they doing this to her? How much longer would the tickling persist? Would anyone come to her rescue? So many questions to ponder.
"Since you seem to be enjoying this so much, I have another surprise for you," Michele said, sensing her victim was nearing her breaking point. After building some anticipation, she slowly distributed lubrication all over Jane's feet. Just the mere act of applying the lubrication reduced Jane to a squirming mess. The slick lubricant enhanced the ticklishness of Jane's feet, which she had already demonstrated to be highly responsive. Michele vacillated the speed and pressure of her fingernail movements with the finesse of an experienced tickler, knowing specifically which combinations were most stimulating. Michele methodically continued her calculated tickles for long durations, occasionally mixing in more lubrication to create a perpetually slick environment. This would ultimately bring Jane to the brink of hysteria. She had cruelly been taken beyond her limits and broken, which was precisely the intention of this clandestine mission carried about by two seemingly harmless English Literature students on a quiet college campus.
Seeing Jane in this state, Kristy and Michele agreed that it was time to conclude her tickling. They carefully peeled the duct tape from her mouth and untied her from the rope that had so thoroughly restrained her and immensely facilitated the effectiveness of their tickles. By the time Jane was free of her bounds, it was almost midnight, over three hours since she had been tied up.
"That was fun, wasn't it? We should do this again for finals in a few weeks", Kristy jested.
"Oh yes. I never thought exam prep could be so entertaining", Michele agreed.
Jane uttered not a word, rendered silent by her emotions of dismay, shock, betrayal, and sheer embarrassment at what had transpired. She conscientiously moved her hair back into place and slid her feet, still oily from her treatment, into her heels, which would make for a squishy walk back to her dorm. Next she pulled her top back down near her waist and slid her jeans up higher on her hips, adjusting the wardrobe realignments brought about by her incessant ticklish reactions. She quietly gathered her belongings without making any eye contact while Michele opened the same door to her release that she had locked and obstructed hours earlier. Jane departed the room with a shaken and humbled psyche that contrasted visibly with the confident feminine energy she exuded upon entering it.
Jane's tag team of tormentors watched her from behind with satisfaction as she advanced down the corridor of the library's lowest level. While a future private meeting with Jane was a virtual impossibility, Kristy and Michele had discovered their niche as ticklers. With their Junior year at Hampden-Sydney still weeks from concluding, an entire summer and two full semesters loomed ahead for them to scheme and vet a new set of prospects who may one day comply with their proposal to convene for a "study session"...
Jane, a 21-year-old Junior who had just scored a coveted summer internship as a Student Researcher, was believed unanimously by her professors to be next in this lineage of talented graduates. Well on track to graduate with Summa Cum Laude honors, Jane was a natural wordsmith with a knack for dissecting verbose historical literary works as well as weaving together compelling and complex plots of her own. Jane also happened to be very attractive, with a short, slender frame, flowing dark brown hair that fell slightly beneath her shoulders, ivory skin, captivating brown eyes, and a subtly coquettish smile. A bit more reserved socially, Jane didn't dabble in the sorority life or house parties, instead immersing herself in more bookish and intellectual pursuits. Nevertheless, she had no difficulty catching the eye of men on campus who crossed her path, and she had been approached a fair number of times.
Kristy and Michele were also Juniors who majored in English Literature. Kristy, who played Catcher for the college's softball team, was tall with a thick build and gruff appearance. Michele, a carefree gamer girl with a pretty face, was shorter and on the husky side. The two had formed a friendship during their enrollment at the college while collaborating on various projects. Both had applied for the summer internship role that Jane had landed, and frankly neither had a chance, as their credentials were far surpassed by the comparatively more talented Jane.
While having breakfast together one Spring morning at the cafeteria, Kristy and Michele both observed Jane strolling slowly across campus with Brad, a fit, handsome Journalism major with promising career prospects.
Kristy miffed, "There goes Little Miss Perfect with the hottest guy in the class."
"She's so lucky. So smart, so pretty, and now it looks like she's fucking Brad", Michele replied.
"Not to mention she fucked us out of a summer internship opportunity. I'm just sick of her", Kristy stated in disgust while smearing a dollop of cream cheese on her bagel.
"Me too", Michele agreed, cutting into a greasy sausage link.
A moment elapsed, and then a mischievous grin emerged on Kristy's face. "There is a way we can get back at her", she said in a low tone.
Curious, Michele inquired, "How so?"
Ever cognizant not to divulge anything on the premises should their conversation be overheard by listeners nearby, the two reassembled in private at Kristy's dorm room at a time when none of her roommates were present. The two jealous classmates of Jane's contrived a clever scheme that would be assured to put her in her place (and then some). The deciding factor as to whether the mission could be undertaken would be Jane's willingness to attend a group study session.
Jane had spoken on a more frequent basis with the friendlier and more approachable Michele, so it was decided that she would handle the communication aspect given her higher likelihood of persuasion. To their pleasant surprise, after Michele initially pitched the idea of gathering for a study group to prepare for an upcoming exam on Themes in Literature, Jane acquiesced with no hesitation. Specifics would be ironed out, and the three would meet in a study room in the campus library the night prior. Kristy and Michele understood that this was the only opportunity they would have to unleash their envious wrath on poor Jane, so they sought to invest as much time, energy, and resources as they could muster toward this initiative.
A few days later, on the morning before to the exam, Jane and Michele confirmed that they would meet at the library that evening for 8:00 p.m. Later that afternoon, as already strategically plotted, Kristy selected the most isolated study room in the building, a seldom used afterthought tucked obscurely in a corner on the basement level. She made it a point to secure a spot there well in advance in the off chance another study group happened to claim it. After arriving there with her backpack of "materials", she took it upon herself to close all blinds entirely as a key part of the setup, restricting any visibility should someone pass by.
While Kristy and Michele were cunningly crafting together the final plans for Jane's punishment, Jane was on a coffee date with Brad, whose courtship of her was progressing along rather favorably. In an effort to strengthen Brad's attraction to her, Jane flaunted a sexy pair of skintight, dark blue low-rise jeans and a form-fitting, white cotton long-sleeve top that exposed her shoulders as well as a teasing sliver of skin along her midsection, outlining her svelte, trim physique. A stunning pair of black high heels revealed much of her smooth, glistening feet and complemented her attire rather elegantly. The outfit made her feel especially sexy and sensual, as many eyes of those around her were drawn to her alluring beauty.
Punctual as always, Jane met Michele at the library entrance slightly before 8:00 p.m. After pleasantries were exchanged, Michele led her to a door around the corner and down a steep stairwell, the clacking sound of Jane's heels echoing loudly with each step. Michele next pushed open a door which led them to the bottom level of the library. Under noticeably dimmer lights, they proceeded past aisles of dusty, seldom-accessed bookshelves all the way toward the back near a storage closet filled with cleaning supplies. Not a single person was encountered on the way to their destination. Jane found it strange that they were convening in such a secluded room so inconvenient to access, as there was a vast number of available study spaces to choose from on the main floor.
They finally entered the room after a lengthy walk down the sterile corridor, Michele slyly locking the door from within upon closing it. Kristy was already situated at the study table, pecking away at her laptop. The three chatted briefly and placed their books and notes on the sprawling oak table, ready to pore over the literary themes that would be featured in the exam. While they were sifting through their materials, Jane made another observation: All of the blinds were completely closed. She had never been in a study room so cut off from outside contact. This was a mere passing thought, as her attention was quickly redirected to the key concepts of interest upon which she would elaborate so eloquently to her new study companions.
Steady and swift progress was made as Jane masterfully analyzed the content for which they would be responsible on the exam. The mood was collectively uplifting, as Kristy and Michele praised her for the flawless orchestration of the subject matter she exhibited. About 30 minutes into their study session, Kristy gave Michele an affirmative nod while Jane's attention was at the moment focused on her textbook.
"I like your shirt, Jane. The fabric is so thin and soft", Michele complimented while gently gliding and moving her fingertips along Jane's lower back and sides.
Jane reflexively jerked her hips, slightly embarrassed by her reaction. "Oh, thank you. I got it at Macy's", she quickly responded, hoping that neither had noticed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did that tickle?" Michele feigned concern, fully aware of the intent of her contact. Jane started to blush, the contrast of her cheeks to the rest of her pale face ever apparent. She suddenly felt vulnerable, realizing that secret part of her had been so easily revealed to her peers.
"I don't think she's that ticklish, now are you, Jane?" Kristy approached from behind Jane's chair and aggressively dug her fingers into her ribs. Jane jolted and hastily put her arms down as a natural response to this unexpected stimulus.
"Ohh it appears she is", Kristy observed. "Let's see where else you're ticklish."
Knowing how unbearably ticklish she was and sensing trouble, Jane attempted to escape the study room. But unfortunately for her, this scenario was well rehearsed. Michele was already blockading the locked door, forming a sturdy human barrier to exit. The much taller, meatier, and stronger Kristy corralled Jane and pinned her to the floor.
"Oh my God! What are you doing to me?!", Jane exclaimed in horror.
"You'll find out, Sweetie", Kristy stated smugly.
Michele extracted a roll of duct tape from Kristy's bag and ripped off a hefty piece, covering Jane's full, glossed lips to ensure no commotion would be heard from fellow students upstairs deep at study. She then unveiled a spool of rope and began the process of tying Jane up while Kristy had firm control of her. Michele firmly bound Jane's ankles together and secured her wrists behind her back. Next, with careful precision, she skillfully trussed her up into a tight hogtie. Jane tried to wiggle her way out of her bondage, but soon realized there was zero chance of escape.
"Look at Pretty Miss Jane all tied up. Were my knots tight enough for you?", Michele teased. "It's a shame Brad can't come here to save you, isn't it? If only he could see you in this little predicament you're in."
Kristy interjected, "Now where were we? Oh yes - I was just trying to find your ticklish spots before you so hastily tried to leave us. You aren't getting away that easy." Jane shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.
Several inches of Jane's skin were now exposed between the waistline of her low-rise jeans and the bottom of her shirt. Kristy took it upon herself to indulge and began moving her thick, slightly calloused hands all over Jane's lower back, hips, and midsection. Jane squirmed and desperately tried to free herself of Kristy's active hands, but there was nothing she could do to prevent the tickling. Each time Kristy would explore a new area on Jane's lithe torso, muffled bouts of laughter ensued. She proved quite responsive to the gentle fluttering action of fingers on her ribs and underarms. Kristy continued Jane's upper body torment for a lengthy period of time, effortlessly causing her to jolt and contort with even the most subtle touch. Kristy's fingers had grown fatigued from all of the work they had done, so the tickling would mercifully cease for Jane (for the time being).
It was soon Michele's turn to join in on the fun. She patiently targeted the same upper body spots that had been exploited by Kristy. Based on Jane's responses, the effect was even more devastating; Michele happened to grow fingernails unlike her partner in crime... and she was just warming up.
Jane was a true damsel in distress personified, helpless at the hands of her vengeful handlers. This young woman whose intellectual brilliance and beauty were admired by so many on campus had been ensnared by a pair of envious cohorts whom she would have never suspected were capable of going to such great lengths to apprehend and torture her. The grace and confidence with which she comported herself just hours earlier were eroding into sheer despair and humiliation with each tickle she endured against her tight bounds.
Michele decided to delve further downward on Jane's lower body to assess its relative ticklishness. She meticulously scribbled her sharp nails all over Jane's ass and thighs, which were covered tightly in denim. The stylish layer of fabric did nothing to reduce the impact of the tickles, as Jane tensed herself as much as possible before emitting a string of suppressed giggles. Michele then started to apply slightly more intense squeezing pressure on her inner thighs, which prompted quite a volatile reaction. Jane's tight ass bounced every which way in an effort to minimize the sensation.
"This is just too easy", Michele exclaimed in amusement. Once satisfied with the amount of tickling doled out on this region of Jane's body, she administered a few firm spankings on Jane's ass, humbling her even further.
Jane's ticklers relented for awhile, giving her a much needed break. Although even when removed from the act of tickling, they enjoyed vexing her psychologically, establishing that they were the ones in full control.
"You've been awfully quiet, Jane. Anything to say?", Kristy jabbed with a smug grin. The poetically and linguistically talented scholar could only muster incoherent gibberish behind her sticky slab of duct tape, incapable of pleading or negotiating with her holders. Kristy and Michele reveled in the power they now possessed over one of Hampden-Sydney's finest gems.
"Our prized intern is speechless, isn't she?", Michele quipped. "We should snap a few photos of hogtied Jane and send them over to the research firm. Then they can see what kind of kinky slut they hired." Conniving laughter filled the room momentarily.
Kristy slowly ambled her imposing frame over to Jane, whose high heels still remained on her elevated feet. She gripped each heel and playfully commended her fashionable footwear, "What nice heels you wore for us this evening. You really shouldn't have." Jane was immediately overcome with trepidation, her intelligent mind deducing exactly where this was leading. Her feet were exceptionally sensitive, and she couldn't fathom how it would be possible to tolerate the level of tickle torture on them which these sadistic individuals were capable of conducting.
"Let's get comfortable, shall we? I imagine your feet are getting sore from being in those heels for so long." Kristy removed the heels with ease and placed them aside. A ruffling sound could be heard as Kristy pored through her backpack of tools. Jane moaned as she braced herself for the inevitable.
The moment Kristy placed her hands on Jane's delicate feet, Jane squirmed. "Oh my. It seems that your feet are also ticklish, aren't they?" Kristy unraveled a roll of string which she wrapped and tied around Jane's toes, further restricting her maneuverability and granting even easier access to her tickler(s). When finished, she lazily fluttered her chubby fingers over the bottoms of Jane's feet, eliciting instantaneous uncontrollable laugher. She adapted a fastidious technique which proved highly effective, soaking in great pleasure at the sight of the squirming belle's gyrations wrought by the simple movements of her fingers.
Ever adventurous, Kristy decided to employ a certain tool of interest on her subject. A buzzing sound filled the air. "I've been meaning to try out this new electric toothbrush. Let's give it a test run." She dragged the bristles of the vibrating device over her soft soles and between her toes. Unsurprisingly, Jane erupted into another bout of laughter and undecipherable gagged phrases. Her nimble, agile body hilariously twisted and torqued as Kristy's tool discovered new regions of extreme sensitivity.
"I think she likes it. It's a keeper", Kristy taunted, running the vibrating device on the bottoms of Jane's feet a bit longer before putting it away.
Michele was once again ready to relieve Kristy of her tickling duties. While Kristy had initially pitched the idea of disciplining Jane just days prior, it was Michele who truly relished her assignment. Studying Jane's receptive motions while Kristy utilized various methods of working her immobilized feet, Michele's fingers were aching for the opportunity to give her the treatment she so warranted.
It didn't take long for the effect of Michele's sharp, pointed fingernails to once again agitate Jane. Straddling her from the most advantageous position, Michele curled and spidered the tips of her fingers on both hands down her soles and arches and dug further into her heels. This caused Jane to buck and thrash profusely amid the torrent of tickles. Unable to resist, Michele then raked her nails all over Jane's highly vulnerable feet for extended intervals. Jane's laughter intensified from the exposure to this prolonged tantalizing sensation.
For Jane, the torture was absolutely excruciating, worsening as the night progressed. She had lost sense of time, feeling as though days had elapsed since she naively (and regrettably) entered the ominous confines of this study room. Would her nefarious captors ever release her? Why were they doing this to her? How much longer would the tickling persist? Would anyone come to her rescue? So many questions to ponder.
"Since you seem to be enjoying this so much, I have another surprise for you," Michele said, sensing her victim was nearing her breaking point. After building some anticipation, she slowly distributed lubrication all over Jane's feet. Just the mere act of applying the lubrication reduced Jane to a squirming mess. The slick lubricant enhanced the ticklishness of Jane's feet, which she had already demonstrated to be highly responsive. Michele vacillated the speed and pressure of her fingernail movements with the finesse of an experienced tickler, knowing specifically which combinations were most stimulating. Michele methodically continued her calculated tickles for long durations, occasionally mixing in more lubrication to create a perpetually slick environment. This would ultimately bring Jane to the brink of hysteria. She had cruelly been taken beyond her limits and broken, which was precisely the intention of this clandestine mission carried about by two seemingly harmless English Literature students on a quiet college campus.
Seeing Jane in this state, Kristy and Michele agreed that it was time to conclude her tickling. They carefully peeled the duct tape from her mouth and untied her from the rope that had so thoroughly restrained her and immensely facilitated the effectiveness of their tickles. By the time Jane was free of her bounds, it was almost midnight, over three hours since she had been tied up.
"That was fun, wasn't it? We should do this again for finals in a few weeks", Kristy jested.
"Oh yes. I never thought exam prep could be so entertaining", Michele agreed.
Jane uttered not a word, rendered silent by her emotions of dismay, shock, betrayal, and sheer embarrassment at what had transpired. She conscientiously moved her hair back into place and slid her feet, still oily from her treatment, into her heels, which would make for a squishy walk back to her dorm. Next she pulled her top back down near her waist and slid her jeans up higher on her hips, adjusting the wardrobe realignments brought about by her incessant ticklish reactions. She quietly gathered her belongings without making any eye contact while Michele opened the same door to her release that she had locked and obstructed hours earlier. Jane departed the room with a shaken and humbled psyche that contrasted visibly with the confident feminine energy she exuded upon entering it.
Jane's tag team of tormentors watched her from behind with satisfaction as she advanced down the corridor of the library's lowest level. While a future private meeting with Jane was a virtual impossibility, Kristy and Michele had discovered their niche as ticklers. With their Junior year at Hampden-Sydney still weeks from concluding, an entire summer and two full semesters loomed ahead for them to scheme and vet a new set of prospects who may one day comply with their proposal to convene for a "study session"...
