milagros317
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Note: This story was written for the NEST 2008 program. Given the space limitations that I was given, it is much shorter than my other stories.
All characters in this story are over 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is a coincidence.
The Tutor
A short story by Milagros317
“He did the same thing to me last year, that slime ball,” said Diane. “I can’t believe it.”
The tall blonde was shaking her head in disgust and looking with sympathy at her close friend, Shannon. Both of them had just finished their sophomore year at Wilson College.
“He kept sneaking in strokes of my bare sole while he was tutoring me, I should have warned you not to go barefoot when he came over,” Diane continued.
“Yes, you should have warned me that he had a compulsion to tickle women’s feet instead of just telling me what a good tutor he was. I really think we should teach him a lesson. We can get Keri to call him and ask him to be her tutor, he knows we’ve finished our required math course. Keri would be perfect, she lives with Shelly and Jennifer way out of town.”
“Yes, let’s get Keri to do that, she really is taking a summer course. It’s not math, but he won’t know that. When he gets there we’ll all be waiting for him.”
The two friends grinned at each other and made plans.
Joseph drove down the country road, hoping he had followed directions correctly. This is really out in the sticks, he thought, as he parked his car near the isolated house.
All five women were on him as he walked in the door. He tried to struggle, but there were five of them, and all of them were taller than his meager 5’6”. They soon had him stripped to his briefs, carried into a bedroom, and tied to the bed. His wrists, in padded leather cuffs, were stretched above his head, locked to each other and tied to the brass rods of the headboard. His ankles, also in padded cuffs, were stretched wide apart and tied to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. Old pairs of pantyhose had been used to tie his elbows towards each other and his knees towards each other. His own belt, taken off his pants, had been fastened around his waist and tied with more pantyhose to the sides of the bed to keep him from wriggling too much. His position was like an inverted “Y”.
“You like to tickle women, we’ve noticed,” said Shannon. “Now let’s see if you’re ticklish.”
Shannon and Diane each stood by one of his feet, holding his toes back with one hand and raking his soles with the fingernails of the other hand. Keri dug into his rib cage on both sides with all ten fingers. Jennifer poked all of her fingers into his armpits and wriggled them furiously. Shelly, the oldest of the women at 22, tickled his collarbones and neck while taunting him.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, little Joey. Let’s see how you like it. Did you think it amusing to tickle my friends when you were supposed to be tutoring them? We sure find it amusing to tickle you insane. Go ahead and scream your head off, the nearest neighbor is more than half a mile away.”
Five hours later, Joseph had tried everything. Gasping out words between his constant laughter, he had first threatened them with the police. They laughed and pointed out that there wouldn’t be a mark on him, and it would be his word again five of them. Later he begged and pleaded and they mocked him and tickled him even more ruthlessly. Later still he offered them money, his car, anything they wanted if only they would stop, but they sneered at him and kept on tickling. Sometimes one or even two of them would take a break, but there were always at least three women tickling him without mercy.
Finally, at the five hour mark, they all stopped and went out of the bedroom. He heard them talking but couldn’t make out the words. After ten minutes, Diane came back in the bedroom, bent over him and looked deeply into his eyes.
“We’ve decided to keep you all summer. We might let you go in September, if you’re a well-behaved tickle toy.”
*the end*
All characters in this story are over 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is a coincidence.
The Tutor
A short story by Milagros317
“He did the same thing to me last year, that slime ball,” said Diane. “I can’t believe it.”
The tall blonde was shaking her head in disgust and looking with sympathy at her close friend, Shannon. Both of them had just finished their sophomore year at Wilson College.
“He kept sneaking in strokes of my bare sole while he was tutoring me, I should have warned you not to go barefoot when he came over,” Diane continued.
“Yes, you should have warned me that he had a compulsion to tickle women’s feet instead of just telling me what a good tutor he was. I really think we should teach him a lesson. We can get Keri to call him and ask him to be her tutor, he knows we’ve finished our required math course. Keri would be perfect, she lives with Shelly and Jennifer way out of town.”
“Yes, let’s get Keri to do that, she really is taking a summer course. It’s not math, but he won’t know that. When he gets there we’ll all be waiting for him.”
The two friends grinned at each other and made plans.
Joseph drove down the country road, hoping he had followed directions correctly. This is really out in the sticks, he thought, as he parked his car near the isolated house.
All five women were on him as he walked in the door. He tried to struggle, but there were five of them, and all of them were taller than his meager 5’6”. They soon had him stripped to his briefs, carried into a bedroom, and tied to the bed. His wrists, in padded leather cuffs, were stretched above his head, locked to each other and tied to the brass rods of the headboard. His ankles, also in padded cuffs, were stretched wide apart and tied to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. Old pairs of pantyhose had been used to tie his elbows towards each other and his knees towards each other. His own belt, taken off his pants, had been fastened around his waist and tied with more pantyhose to the sides of the bed to keep him from wriggling too much. His position was like an inverted “Y”.
“You like to tickle women, we’ve noticed,” said Shannon. “Now let’s see if you’re ticklish.”
Shannon and Diane each stood by one of his feet, holding his toes back with one hand and raking his soles with the fingernails of the other hand. Keri dug into his rib cage on both sides with all ten fingers. Jennifer poked all of her fingers into his armpits and wriggled them furiously. Shelly, the oldest of the women at 22, tickled his collarbones and neck while taunting him.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, little Joey. Let’s see how you like it. Did you think it amusing to tickle my friends when you were supposed to be tutoring them? We sure find it amusing to tickle you insane. Go ahead and scream your head off, the nearest neighbor is more than half a mile away.”
Five hours later, Joseph had tried everything. Gasping out words between his constant laughter, he had first threatened them with the police. They laughed and pointed out that there wouldn’t be a mark on him, and it would be his word again five of them. Later he begged and pleaded and they mocked him and tickled him even more ruthlessly. Later still he offered them money, his car, anything they wanted if only they would stop, but they sneered at him and kept on tickling. Sometimes one or even two of them would take a break, but there were always at least three women tickling him without mercy.
Finally, at the five hour mark, they all stopped and went out of the bedroom. He heard them talking but couldn’t make out the words. After ten minutes, Diane came back in the bedroom, bent over him and looked deeply into his eyes.
“We’ve decided to keep you all summer. We might let you go in September, if you’re a well-behaved tickle toy.”
*the end*
