Part 1 (Nov '05)- http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=51841
Part 2 (Jan '06)- http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=73162
Another long overdue installment of this series, hopefully you will like it!
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Robin woke up to a horrifying sight.
"Hello, Robin, nineteen-year-old sophomore, major undecided," said Shawna villainously, holding a long, white feather in her right hand. She was standing over Robin, who was helplessly bound spread-eagled on a wooden board. Leather straps nailed to the board were strapped cruelly over each of Robin's bare wrists and ankles at each corner. By shifting a little, Robin found that she was naked. Completely and embarrassingly naked. This brought a whimper.
"What...what are you doing?" Robin asked pathetically.
"I know what you're up to," crowed Shawna. "You think you can get some revenge. You think you can find a way to shut us down, or get us back. I know this." She leaned in close to Robin. Her breath smelled like strawberries. "But you can't." Shawna returned to an upright position. "You can't because every time you try, we will find you and torture you." She turned away, laying the evil on thick now. "You thought it was bad before, but you are about to find out just how bad it can be." All that was missing was the maniacal laugh.
"Please," Robin simpered. She hated acting like such a wimp, but being nude had disarmed her and she was desperate to do anything to be set free. "I'll stop."
"I don't believe you," sneered Shawna. "Now, shut up." Despite Robin's protestations, Shawna shoved a wadded up rag into Robin's mouth, then covered it with two strips of expertly placed duct tape. Shawna placed the feather down on the table next to Robin. "For later," she explained. Then Robin felt Shawna's perfectly shaped fingernails scratch and scrape the soles of her bare feet. As they all do, Shawna reflected, Robin tried not to let the tickling bother her. But she didn't last long. She couldn't. Robin was too ticklish, and Shawna was too good. It was probably five seconds before Shawna heard the muffled laughter. Shawna focused on each foot with equal care with her two hands, tickling the instep on one while working the heel on the other, then switching.
Robin's futile struggles made Shawna smile. She liked Robin. Sure, her breasts were small (barely shy of a B-cup) and she was not truly beautiful. But she had a nice hairstyle, and she was cute, so cute, especially when she was tickled. Some girls swore, some had terrible, raspy laughs. But Robin had a sweet, innocent giggle and a pure laugh, or so Shawna thought. As long as Robin continued to make herself an annoyance, Shawna would tickle her. She secretly hoped Robin would continue to be a nuisance.
Without letting poor Robin take a break, Shawna went to tickle Robin's midsection. But first, "I'm supposed to have you gagged, but I want to hear you laugh," she said, and she ripped the tape off slowly, and caught the rag Robin spit out and tossed them aside. Before Robin could say anything, Shawna dug into her sides, bringing out Robin's melodious laughter and causing her to squirm in that useless way of hers. Robin was stretched out pretty far, so even her ability to sway her torso from side to side was limited, and Shawna found it did not hinder her in any way. In fact, her stomach moved less than her feet. This meant she could be more precise with her tickling, and she took advantage, sliding her fingernails ever-so-slightly on the canvas of Robin's stomach, ribs, and sides. She poked and prodded between rib bones, bringing a giggling jolt from Robin, which pleased Shawna, every time. Shawna, not one to be shy with her tongue, licked Robin's belly button, to the torment of her victim.
Finally, Shawna let up, because she sensed Robin was starting to fade. Robin's body was starting to sweat even though the room was kept a few degrees below normal room temperature. Her breaths were taken quickly and in huge gulps, her body trying to send as much oxygen as possible to depleted cells. Shawna found Robin's right hand questing for the buckle to the strap that held it down, and even though she knew Robin had no chance of actually unbuckling the leather strap, admired Robin's tenacity. It was moments before Robin could muster up the energy to say, "No more." Shawna knew it was time to start again.
But this time, she needed the feather. After she retrieved the feather, Shawna traced circles with her finger around Robin's breasts. Shawna could tell this surprised Robin, who evidently felt Shawna wouldn't go this far with the tickling. Then she emitted a series of giggles as Shawna continued to draw, round and round, never actually touching the breasts but always running her exploratory finger just shy of actually doing so.
Then, while she did this with one finger, her other hand maneuvered the feather so it just lightly brushed Robin's genitalia. Robin said, "Ohhhhh, noo," but Shawna replied, "Oh, yes," maliciously. Robin's struggles were even more pronounced than before, despite her clear exhaustion. Shawna was not really directing the feather with any kind of purpose, figuring the feather would find enough places to get a reaction anyway. Robin, for her part, had never felt this before, and it caused a rise in emotion from the poor girl. "You know," said Shawna, as she watched Robin's cheek fill with color, "I think you like this."
Then Robin woke up for real. She was in her bed, clothed in her pajamas. She was sweaty, and she quickly noticed that her light was on and her roommate, Misha, was knelt beside her bed, an extremely worried expression on her face. "Robin," she said, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Robin, without meaning it. Even Misha, who was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, could tell that Robin was lying.
"Robin..." she said. Robin had confided in Misha about her experience with Shawna, so it was not worth hiding this from her now, she decided.
"Okay," admitted Robin. "It was Shawna. In my dream. And it was...worse. Worse than when she actually tickled me. This time it was...it was like all the stories I heard yesterday. They all combined into that dream." The previous day, Robin had met with five of the eight other victims of Shawna and her sorority's tickle torture. They had swapped stories with Robin, but none had been fondled like that by Shawna. That was something her own mind had added. "She said...she said that I liked it and that she'd get me again."
Misha frowned. "That won't happen," she said emphatically. "I won't let it happen!"
"I'm sure it won't," said Robin. "It was just a dream." She looked at the clock, and sighed when it read 4:45AM. "I don't feel much like going back to sleep," she said, shakily.
"That's okay," said Misha. "Come on, it's Saturday, let's watch cartoons in our pajamas like we used to."
Robin felt better as they went to the couch to watch cartoons. Misha was such a good friend, Robin reflected. She might not be very book-smart, but she could read emotions and comfort anyone, especially Robin. Robin wished she was as good at that as Misha, but she was not. And, Robin decided, her confidence starting to return, she needed to defeat Shawna not just for the sake of the previous victims, and the future victims, but more than anything it had to be for herself.
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Robin had gone to work and come back later in the day to quite the surprise. Everything up to this point had gone so well for Misha. But she wasn't sure what to do next when Robin came in and said, "Oh my God, what the hell?"
"I can explain!" Misha said hurriedly. She rushed over to Robin, speaking in a hushed tone. "I got info out of her!" 'Her' was the young girl lying bound and blindfolded on the floor of Misha and Robin's apartment. She had shock-blonde hair, and couldn't be older than 18. "She's only a freshman, so she didn't know much, but I got something!"
"Misha, what did you do?" asked Robin.
Misha told her story. She was angry at the Kappa Delta sorority, at Shawna, for what they did to Robin. So she had staked them out, waiting for Shawna. She was joined by her friend Lisa, who Misha knew would enjoy this sort of thing. But Shawna never emerged from the sorority. Only one girl, this girl, named Stephanie had. Stephanie was short, cute and alone. Misha had decided she needed to take action. She followed Stephanie until they were in a secluded part of campus. Then she struck, tackling the surprised girl and muffling her protests while her friend Lisa had tied Stephanie.
By bringing the car to where they had Stephanie bound, they were able to avoid being seen. Getting the girl up to the apartment was trickier, but they had managed it. They left Stephanie clothed in her jeans and t-shirt, but removed her sneakers and socks. Robin spied the footwear sitting in the 'Guest' spot of Misha's shoe rack. Then, with Stephanie's wrists tied behind her and her feet tied together, Misha demanded information.
Stephanie said she didn't know anything, she said only juniors and seniors were really told what was going on. But it was weird, and Stephanie didn't really like it. She didn't know that Shawna was going to kidnap and tickle girls when she signed onto the sorority, and now Shawna told her she was stuck. And Shawna scared her. Then she said she knew nothing else, but evidently Lisa didn't believe her.
Lisa emerged from Misha's bedroom at this point with an armful of belts and a toothbrush. "Oh, hi, Robin," she said. Looking at the prone Stephanie, she said, "Err, surprise."
"Indeed," said Robin wryly. "Lisa, those materials won't be necessary."
"I was just going to have a little fun," pouted Lisa.
"No," said Robin. "Continue your story, Misha."
Lisa sat on Stephanie's legs and tickled her feet. "Tell us more," Lisa said. Stephanie struggled and emitted only moderate giggles.
"Is she ticklish?" Misha had asked.
"Try her," Lisa said, a big smile on her face.
Misha was very tentative at first, but she poked her fingers into Stephanie's armpits. Stephanie shrieked and said, "No, I'm not ticklish there!"
"More lies," Lisa said. "Get her."
Misha, thus encouraged, got more into the tickling. Having never tickled anyone before, she was unsure at first, but once Stephanie was brought into an uncontrollable laughing fit by the constant sensations Misha provided with her fingers, Misha was working hard. She kept things unpredictable, varying the speed at which her fingers flicked across the girl's armpits and where they did their damage. Stephanie begged for mercy, but only received it when she relented, "Okay! I know...some more things!"
Back in the present, Misha said, "Apparently, Shawna is like 25 years old. She has been at that sorority for a long time, and she isn't even a student at the university! Plus, she has some kind of cultish thing going on."
Robin had guessed that much. "What kind of cultish thing?"
"Stephanie doesn't seem to know."
"Trust me, we tried to get it out of her," a grinning Lisa said. Robin made a mental note not to get on Lisa's bad side.
Misha continued, "But the big thing is that Shawna is planning something big. Apparently only she and her top lieutenants or whatever know what it is, but it's not good."
"What could she possibly do? Tickle a whole bunch of girls at once?" asked Robin.
"Maybe it has nothing to do with tickling. Maybe the tickling is a distraction," suggested Lisa.
Robin prodded Stephanie. "What do you think?"
"I don't know," the girl replied miserably. "Please, can I go home? It's been, like, four hours."
"Actually, we've only tickled you for a half-hour," said Lisa, her voice dripping with disapproval.
"Oh, well, it felt like more." Robin could sympathize.
Once she directed Misha and Lisa to return Stephanie to her home, she sat alone in the apartment to mull over what Stephanie had provided. 'Something big'. That wasn't vague, or anything, she thought sardonically. Perhaps if she were to stop this something big, she could get Shawna out of her dreams.
*******
"I...I only heard one name. Of the three girls," said Stephanie, awestruck by the presence of Shawna herself. She was so rarely seen by the freshmen. "Robin."
Shawna's lips curled into a smile. "Really? Oh, that makes me happy." She sent Stephanie away, and the girl was gone in good time. "You remember Robin, don't you, Alexis?"
A younger girl, a junior, who was sitting beside Shawna in the room, nodded. "She was a good one," Alexis stated.
"I think she's nosing around too much. Bring her to me." It was simply stated, but it was nonetheless a command.
Alexis felt nothing but a compulsion to obey. "I will."
"I know you will," Shawna said.
Part 2 (Jan '06)- http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=73162
Another long overdue installment of this series, hopefully you will like it!
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Robin woke up to a horrifying sight.
"Hello, Robin, nineteen-year-old sophomore, major undecided," said Shawna villainously, holding a long, white feather in her right hand. She was standing over Robin, who was helplessly bound spread-eagled on a wooden board. Leather straps nailed to the board were strapped cruelly over each of Robin's bare wrists and ankles at each corner. By shifting a little, Robin found that she was naked. Completely and embarrassingly naked. This brought a whimper.
"What...what are you doing?" Robin asked pathetically.
"I know what you're up to," crowed Shawna. "You think you can get some revenge. You think you can find a way to shut us down, or get us back. I know this." She leaned in close to Robin. Her breath smelled like strawberries. "But you can't." Shawna returned to an upright position. "You can't because every time you try, we will find you and torture you." She turned away, laying the evil on thick now. "You thought it was bad before, but you are about to find out just how bad it can be." All that was missing was the maniacal laugh.
"Please," Robin simpered. She hated acting like such a wimp, but being nude had disarmed her and she was desperate to do anything to be set free. "I'll stop."
"I don't believe you," sneered Shawna. "Now, shut up." Despite Robin's protestations, Shawna shoved a wadded up rag into Robin's mouth, then covered it with two strips of expertly placed duct tape. Shawna placed the feather down on the table next to Robin. "For later," she explained. Then Robin felt Shawna's perfectly shaped fingernails scratch and scrape the soles of her bare feet. As they all do, Shawna reflected, Robin tried not to let the tickling bother her. But she didn't last long. She couldn't. Robin was too ticklish, and Shawna was too good. It was probably five seconds before Shawna heard the muffled laughter. Shawna focused on each foot with equal care with her two hands, tickling the instep on one while working the heel on the other, then switching.
Robin's futile struggles made Shawna smile. She liked Robin. Sure, her breasts were small (barely shy of a B-cup) and she was not truly beautiful. But she had a nice hairstyle, and she was cute, so cute, especially when she was tickled. Some girls swore, some had terrible, raspy laughs. But Robin had a sweet, innocent giggle and a pure laugh, or so Shawna thought. As long as Robin continued to make herself an annoyance, Shawna would tickle her. She secretly hoped Robin would continue to be a nuisance.
Without letting poor Robin take a break, Shawna went to tickle Robin's midsection. But first, "I'm supposed to have you gagged, but I want to hear you laugh," she said, and she ripped the tape off slowly, and caught the rag Robin spit out and tossed them aside. Before Robin could say anything, Shawna dug into her sides, bringing out Robin's melodious laughter and causing her to squirm in that useless way of hers. Robin was stretched out pretty far, so even her ability to sway her torso from side to side was limited, and Shawna found it did not hinder her in any way. In fact, her stomach moved less than her feet. This meant she could be more precise with her tickling, and she took advantage, sliding her fingernails ever-so-slightly on the canvas of Robin's stomach, ribs, and sides. She poked and prodded between rib bones, bringing a giggling jolt from Robin, which pleased Shawna, every time. Shawna, not one to be shy with her tongue, licked Robin's belly button, to the torment of her victim.
Finally, Shawna let up, because she sensed Robin was starting to fade. Robin's body was starting to sweat even though the room was kept a few degrees below normal room temperature. Her breaths were taken quickly and in huge gulps, her body trying to send as much oxygen as possible to depleted cells. Shawna found Robin's right hand questing for the buckle to the strap that held it down, and even though she knew Robin had no chance of actually unbuckling the leather strap, admired Robin's tenacity. It was moments before Robin could muster up the energy to say, "No more." Shawna knew it was time to start again.
But this time, she needed the feather. After she retrieved the feather, Shawna traced circles with her finger around Robin's breasts. Shawna could tell this surprised Robin, who evidently felt Shawna wouldn't go this far with the tickling. Then she emitted a series of giggles as Shawna continued to draw, round and round, never actually touching the breasts but always running her exploratory finger just shy of actually doing so.
Then, while she did this with one finger, her other hand maneuvered the feather so it just lightly brushed Robin's genitalia. Robin said, "Ohhhhh, noo," but Shawna replied, "Oh, yes," maliciously. Robin's struggles were even more pronounced than before, despite her clear exhaustion. Shawna was not really directing the feather with any kind of purpose, figuring the feather would find enough places to get a reaction anyway. Robin, for her part, had never felt this before, and it caused a rise in emotion from the poor girl. "You know," said Shawna, as she watched Robin's cheek fill with color, "I think you like this."
Then Robin woke up for real. She was in her bed, clothed in her pajamas. She was sweaty, and she quickly noticed that her light was on and her roommate, Misha, was knelt beside her bed, an extremely worried expression on her face. "Robin," she said, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Robin, without meaning it. Even Misha, who was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, could tell that Robin was lying.
"Robin..." she said. Robin had confided in Misha about her experience with Shawna, so it was not worth hiding this from her now, she decided.
"Okay," admitted Robin. "It was Shawna. In my dream. And it was...worse. Worse than when she actually tickled me. This time it was...it was like all the stories I heard yesterday. They all combined into that dream." The previous day, Robin had met with five of the eight other victims of Shawna and her sorority's tickle torture. They had swapped stories with Robin, but none had been fondled like that by Shawna. That was something her own mind had added. "She said...she said that I liked it and that she'd get me again."
Misha frowned. "That won't happen," she said emphatically. "I won't let it happen!"
"I'm sure it won't," said Robin. "It was just a dream." She looked at the clock, and sighed when it read 4:45AM. "I don't feel much like going back to sleep," she said, shakily.
"That's okay," said Misha. "Come on, it's Saturday, let's watch cartoons in our pajamas like we used to."
Robin felt better as they went to the couch to watch cartoons. Misha was such a good friend, Robin reflected. She might not be very book-smart, but she could read emotions and comfort anyone, especially Robin. Robin wished she was as good at that as Misha, but she was not. And, Robin decided, her confidence starting to return, she needed to defeat Shawna not just for the sake of the previous victims, and the future victims, but more than anything it had to be for herself.
*********
Robin had gone to work and come back later in the day to quite the surprise. Everything up to this point had gone so well for Misha. But she wasn't sure what to do next when Robin came in and said, "Oh my God, what the hell?"
"I can explain!" Misha said hurriedly. She rushed over to Robin, speaking in a hushed tone. "I got info out of her!" 'Her' was the young girl lying bound and blindfolded on the floor of Misha and Robin's apartment. She had shock-blonde hair, and couldn't be older than 18. "She's only a freshman, so she didn't know much, but I got something!"
"Misha, what did you do?" asked Robin.
Misha told her story. She was angry at the Kappa Delta sorority, at Shawna, for what they did to Robin. So she had staked them out, waiting for Shawna. She was joined by her friend Lisa, who Misha knew would enjoy this sort of thing. But Shawna never emerged from the sorority. Only one girl, this girl, named Stephanie had. Stephanie was short, cute and alone. Misha had decided she needed to take action. She followed Stephanie until they were in a secluded part of campus. Then she struck, tackling the surprised girl and muffling her protests while her friend Lisa had tied Stephanie.
By bringing the car to where they had Stephanie bound, they were able to avoid being seen. Getting the girl up to the apartment was trickier, but they had managed it. They left Stephanie clothed in her jeans and t-shirt, but removed her sneakers and socks. Robin spied the footwear sitting in the 'Guest' spot of Misha's shoe rack. Then, with Stephanie's wrists tied behind her and her feet tied together, Misha demanded information.
Stephanie said she didn't know anything, she said only juniors and seniors were really told what was going on. But it was weird, and Stephanie didn't really like it. She didn't know that Shawna was going to kidnap and tickle girls when she signed onto the sorority, and now Shawna told her she was stuck. And Shawna scared her. Then she said she knew nothing else, but evidently Lisa didn't believe her.
Lisa emerged from Misha's bedroom at this point with an armful of belts and a toothbrush. "Oh, hi, Robin," she said. Looking at the prone Stephanie, she said, "Err, surprise."
"Indeed," said Robin wryly. "Lisa, those materials won't be necessary."
"I was just going to have a little fun," pouted Lisa.
"No," said Robin. "Continue your story, Misha."
Lisa sat on Stephanie's legs and tickled her feet. "Tell us more," Lisa said. Stephanie struggled and emitted only moderate giggles.
"Is she ticklish?" Misha had asked.
"Try her," Lisa said, a big smile on her face.
Misha was very tentative at first, but she poked her fingers into Stephanie's armpits. Stephanie shrieked and said, "No, I'm not ticklish there!"
"More lies," Lisa said. "Get her."
Misha, thus encouraged, got more into the tickling. Having never tickled anyone before, she was unsure at first, but once Stephanie was brought into an uncontrollable laughing fit by the constant sensations Misha provided with her fingers, Misha was working hard. She kept things unpredictable, varying the speed at which her fingers flicked across the girl's armpits and where they did their damage. Stephanie begged for mercy, but only received it when she relented, "Okay! I know...some more things!"
Back in the present, Misha said, "Apparently, Shawna is like 25 years old. She has been at that sorority for a long time, and she isn't even a student at the university! Plus, she has some kind of cultish thing going on."
Robin had guessed that much. "What kind of cultish thing?"
"Stephanie doesn't seem to know."
"Trust me, we tried to get it out of her," a grinning Lisa said. Robin made a mental note not to get on Lisa's bad side.
Misha continued, "But the big thing is that Shawna is planning something big. Apparently only she and her top lieutenants or whatever know what it is, but it's not good."
"What could she possibly do? Tickle a whole bunch of girls at once?" asked Robin.
"Maybe it has nothing to do with tickling. Maybe the tickling is a distraction," suggested Lisa.
Robin prodded Stephanie. "What do you think?"
"I don't know," the girl replied miserably. "Please, can I go home? It's been, like, four hours."
"Actually, we've only tickled you for a half-hour," said Lisa, her voice dripping with disapproval.
"Oh, well, it felt like more." Robin could sympathize.
Once she directed Misha and Lisa to return Stephanie to her home, she sat alone in the apartment to mull over what Stephanie had provided. 'Something big'. That wasn't vague, or anything, she thought sardonically. Perhaps if she were to stop this something big, she could get Shawna out of her dreams.
*******
"I...I only heard one name. Of the three girls," said Stephanie, awestruck by the presence of Shawna herself. She was so rarely seen by the freshmen. "Robin."
Shawna's lips curled into a smile. "Really? Oh, that makes me happy." She sent Stephanie away, and the girl was gone in good time. "You remember Robin, don't you, Alexis?"
A younger girl, a junior, who was sitting beside Shawna in the room, nodded. "She was a good one," Alexis stated.
"I think she's nosing around too much. Bring her to me." It was simply stated, but it was nonetheless a command.
Alexis felt nothing but a compulsion to obey. "I will."
"I know you will," Shawna said.
