Defiance

"You are fucking insane! There is no goddamn way, I agree to this!"

Original Tale: guilty! (F*/m)

Original Publishing Date: Dec 5, 2021

Original Author: Jaiseon

Original Source: Ticklingforum Website

Introduction: A F*/M tickle story taking place in a fictional world in which our protagonist Jolene is forced to undergo a small behavior correction for her misdeeds.

(Since this is my first and who knows maybe even my last tickle story and since English isn’t my first language critiques as well as spelling and grammar corrections are highly welcome.)

Guilty!

“Guilty on the count of aggravated assault! Guards, make sure the prisoner takes an X-Change Breeder pill.”

Those were the words Jo feared, but at the same time fully expected. The trial had been a complete disaster for Jo and anything but a guilty verdict was shy from being a miracle. Jo almost felt relieved hearing it. At least the constant back and forth accusations and excuses would end. After getting drunk and having an altercation with two women at a bar of which Jo remembered very little Jo found themselves in police custody awaiting the rest. For Jo to get away with a slap on the wrist would have been a sheer fever dream in this matriarchal society that Jo found themselves in. As Jo downed the pill, that would wash away Jo’s manhood, all that remained now was her punishment.

“… you are hereby sentenced to 6 months in a Behavioral Correctional Institute for Ex-Men…” Jo was not fully present while the judge announced the details of her legal punishments. The X-Change Breeder pill was quick and somewhat painful as her breasts grew large and her body shrunk. She clearly heard the blonde middle aged woman say 6 months in a BCIM. A long time ago the women in charge of the most fundamental aspects of this world decided regular prison sentences are hardly fitting to make one a decent member of society therefore they came up with numerous ways to correct the behaviors of those deemed unfit to live among rest of the population. Now Jo was one of them and she tried not to think about what might be done to her while the guards dragged her out of the court room to her new reSydneyence.

The white doors of the BCIM Jolene was placed in kept opening and closing. Since every inmate passing through the halls outSydneye of the cell blocks is automatically conSydneyered a security risk they were usually tied up and escorted by two female guards. Passing the halls unbound was strictly forbidden for former men, until they became women in every respect. Jolene feared that meant sex with men. Each of the two guards assigned to Jolene , whose hands and feet were tied together, grabbed one of her arms and dragged her to room where her ‘correction’ would take place. The halls gave off an eerie sense of sanitization and were filled with muffled sounds, which could be interpreted as screams, moaning and even laughter.

The three of them entered a windowless white room, which had a contraption in the middle of it reminding Jolene of something gynecologists would use to have a good look at their patients. Or something a male would get into for a vasectomy. The guards accompanying her started untying and undressing Jolene after which they placed her effortlessly into the chair. her arms were secured in shackles above her head. The shackles and straps rendered her almost immobile. As a result of her exposed naked state Jolene felt an uneasy sense of coldness and vulnerability. Her new large breasts felt heavy on her back, while her new shaved vagina starting tingling, no doubt the Breeder pill in action. A horrifying thought occurred to Jolene, women could get her pregnant while she was like this.

30 minutes passed before a woman wearing scrubs and a medical face mask entered. She had long red-blonde hair tied down to a ponytail and smelled of disinfectant and vaseline. She fumbled around with a bag she put on a nearby table when Jolene finally inquired “Would you please tell me what is going on here? No one has said anything to me ever since I got here.”

“You’re here for your behavioral correction Ms.W.”

“I know that, but what does that mean exactly”

“It means you are to be punished in order to make you reconSydneyer your actions. And to become a productive and fertile member of society. And since I’m done with my utilities let us begin. Shall we?”

Jolene felt her heart rate increase dramatically and pressure building in this stomach. The young woman put on some medical gloves, rubbed them with a colorless liquid, put a small chair and her bag in front of Jolene ’s bondage device and sat down. she didn’t know what to expect when she suddenly felt an intense tingle in her left foot. Then in her right foot. The staff member had one hand at each of Jolene ’s feet and wiggling her dexterous fingers producing a very uncomfortable tickle sensation.

“Hey! she ha ha ha. W-ha-hat is that? Stop it. That tickles.”

“Of course. we’d be severely disappointed if it didn’t.”

“W-ha-ha-ha-hy are you-hu-hu-hu doing that?” Jolene almost couldn’t utter the words in the mix of all the involuntary laughter and her attempts to speak.

“This is a punishment. We at BCIM have a myriad of ways to insure women like you know their place. The most common and by far most effective method is tickling the inmate for a prolonged period. When everything is said, and done no one wants to find herself back into such a building.” Said the women dryly never ceasing her assault in Jolene ’s sensitive soles.

“Ha ha ha ha. Oh plea-ha-ha-ha-ha-se stop. I can’t take much more.”

“You definitely can and you definitely will. 4 hours for two months. 6 for the next two and 8 for the last two.”

“Wha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hat? No-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.” she could scarcely believe what she was hearing. she would have to undergo such a torture for hours on end getting increasingly worse. she couldn’t bear that. Absolutely impossible.

“I beg you stop. I ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha … This cannot be happening!”

“Giving up already? You were so easy to break. Unfortunately, it won’t help you.”

After 45 minutes of constant feet tickling the young woman stopped and slowly positioned herself behind Jolene , who was anxiously awaiting an assault on her ticklish torso. She began by tickling her armpits, which Jolene was forced to shave this morning making the ordeal much more uncomfortable. Jolene laughed and wiggled uncontrollably in her chair. she begged and pleaded to no avail. The tickling wasn’t however reserved for one particular place this time. The skilled hands of her torturer poked, scribbled and scratched her armpits, her neck, her Sydneyes and her belly. Never staying on one place for too long. Never using the same movements in a row making it impossible to get accustomed to the stimulation.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha” Laughter was all Jolene could produce at this point.

It went on for another 45 minutes after which a small break of 10 minutes was granted to breath.

“Oh please. There must be another way.” Jolene pleaded.

“You haven’t even finished day 1. There are 180 days to cover. There is nothing you can say or do to make your sentence shorter. However, if you misbehave it can be increased.”

She shuddered at that thought.

The door opened again and another woman dressed in the same medical clothing as the other staff member entered. She also smelled of disinfectant and some sort of lubricant and seemed to be of japanese or chinese descent.

“You take the upper body. I’ll take care if the feet.” The red-blonde woman said.

“Wha-? No hang on a … ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

Before Jolene could protest the two women tickled her with a level of skill and ferocity that one might think they were trying to tickle some sort of confession out of her. At this point, Jolene would have confessed to anything.

Over the course of the next 1,5 hours the two women would keep tickling without any breaks or slowing down. At first the tickling focused at her feet and armpits, but not long after beginning the Asian woman just like her partner beforehand began mixing things up a little by poking her Sydneyes, focusing on her ribs for a couple of minutes, wiggling her index finger in her belly button, caressing her neck. She never stayed to long at one spot. she had no chance of keeping up with their stamina. From time to time they applied lubricant on their hands making the tickling feel more intense. Jolene kept laughing and laughing. They tickled her everywhere save for her dripping shaved pussy. The laughter became increasingly weak as time went on. By the end of the 90 minute mark it was more akin to giggling than hysterical howling or laughing.

“That’s all we have for you for today Ms. W. You still have 1 hour left. The last quarter of a session is always performed by one of our specialists. Try to catch some breath while she has yet to arrive. Tomorrow at the same time. Bye.”

As the two women left Jolene utterly exhausted dreading the thought of having to undergo more of this horrific tickle torture today. she wondered what she meant by ‘specialist’.

“If those two weren’t specialist, what qualifies as one?” she was about to find out.

The sudden sound of the door opening in front of her tore Jolene away from her thoughts. As she observed, who would deal the last bit of today’s punishment. Jolene gazed upon on an Amazon. It was difficult to estimate how old she was exactly anywhere from 25 to 75, but she had an aura of authority and reminded Jolene of her rather strict no-back-talking teacher. She wore a grey blue uniform reminisced of a nurse in WW1, but also a grey veil. This 7 foot lady seemed to be a nun. “This cannot be right.” Jolene thought.

The old nun picked up the chair from which the feet tickling was administered, placed it between Jolene ’s legs and sat down. All the while never looking Jolene in the face. Her expression seemed to indicate contempt. She was now focused on what seemed to be Jolene ’s genitals and slowly began moving her hands towards them. she didn’t dare to utter a word. Unlike the two former staff members this nun didn’t bother herself with putting on gloves or face masks.

Her cold hands pressed almost gently and tenderly on the pussy lips and her tiny mound. She then started to move them ever so meekly but at the same time quickly. This provoked an unexpected and quite intense tickle sensation in Jolene ’s most sensitive parts.

“Ahh! Ahh! Wha-ha-ha-ha-hait! Please! Cut it out! Cut it out! Cut it out!” she pleaded followed by a cascade of hysterics.

The nun was not deterred by her begging and continued as if nothing happened.

“Oh God! Enough! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Oh, god fucking damn it!” she screamed carelessly.

“Don’t you dare speak like that. This is all your own fault. Take responsibility for your actions and keep your curses to yourself” She remarked sternly.

“If I hear anymore foul language from you I’ll increase the time we spent here by 10 minutes per offense.” The nun said coldly in a threatening manner all the while tickling Jolene exposed womanhood.

“Oh, ple-he-he-he-he-he-se. it’s too much. I can’t take it.”

“Don’t try to fool me. I’ve punished countless weak girlys like you over the course of my life. Young unruly brutes, who don’t know how to behave themselves, transformed into young women. I know all about your worst spots and how to use them to teach them proper behaviors. So be quiet.”

A few minutes passed.

“The best way to make ex-males reconSydneyer their actions by becoming proper ladies is by using their womanhood against them. After all, it is their greatest source of anger, shame and lust. All of these vices need to be removed.”

Her fingers continued moving in a rapid and yet delicate manner formed by what must have been decades of experience. She used her tips, her nails even her palm to some extend to produce a masterclass of ticklish assaults. From her anus to the tip of her exposed clit nothing remained untouched. If only she would derive at least a little bit of pleasure from the constant touching of her sex, but this nun knew what she was doing and denied her any kind of release or break.

Jolene struggled and trashed as much as her tight bondage would allow her finding strength in her she would have never expected and yet it wasn’t enough to escape the torture. her mind wasn’t occupied with anything, but primitive animalistic instincts compelling her to run away. Jolene found herself further away from sanity than at any point in her life. Instead of progressively getting numb the tickling felt either consistent or even more intense as time slowly progressed. All the countless nerves fired alarms at her increasingly overstrained brain.

Jolene was less screeching with laughter as much as she was giggling. The old woman took note of that.

“You will not rest on your exhaustion. You will endure all of it.”

Just as she said that she focused her right hand on her anus region. Jolene felt another wave of manic hysterics building up in her. Again, she was laughing and screaming. she would have pleaded had she had a voice. Eager to tickle her last strength reserves out of her the nun put more vigor into her movements.

The tickling was too intense for Jolene to even cry.

As she laid in the same position she was confined to hours ago only faint rasps came out of her Jolene ’s mouth. Apparently, her torment was completed, at least for today. her bum and pussy felt as if they were on fire. A painless agonizing unbearable fire.

She approaching the large breasts and began spiralling from the Sydneyes to the nipples. Tears flowed openly as you wailed from her touch. And then the nails came out. And to your shame, hot burning liquid left your new pussy down your legs. She stopped and nodded with satisfaction. Your face was crimson as you huffed and puffed. You had wet yourself like an infant.

“I’ll return in two days. I was asked to perform my duties as a specialist on you three days per week…”, the old nun explained coldly.

Jolene felt half dead and even though there couldn’t be seen a physical reaction on her part she understood her very well.

At last the words of one of the staff member came back to her. Filling Jolene with dismay and desperation.

“There are 180 days to cover.”

Orignal Author: Milagros317

Original Tale: Win a Date With a Cheerleader (FFF/m)

Original Source: Ticklingforum Website

Win a Date With a Cheerleader (FFF/F)

This story contains extreme F/f tickle torture, spanking, foot worship, domination, and some adult material. If any of that is not to your taste, then don't read it. All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18.

"Win a Date With a Cheerleader"

by Milagros317

Friday, March 10, 2006

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Jade Lamb was reading with conSydneyerable interest the one page flyer which had been shoved under her dorm room door while she was at class. "Win a Date With a Cheerleader" was the title, in huge letters across the top. Jade, a 19-year-old sophomore at Wilson College in western Pennsylvania, attended many athletic events just to watch the cheerleading squad perform. she had an enormous crush on Karen, the captain of the squad.

She had never actually spoken to her, as she saw four large impediments to asking her for a date. One, she was known to already have a boyfriend. Two, she was two years older than she was, a graduating senior in fact. Three, at an even 6 feet tall, she was 7 inches taller than she was. And finally, she was straight and not into girls like Jade. So she just went to all the home football and basketball games, and stared at her fabulous legs in the short cheerleading skirt.

Jade didn't bother to go to the away games, as the cheerleading squad no longer traveled with the teams. That was what the flyer began with:

"In the 2004/05 academic year, you were able to see our award-winning cheerleading squad at all football and basketball games, home and away. The budget cuts introduced this year have made travel to away games impossible. During the current season, you see us at home games only. Also, we have been paying out of our own pockets for uniform repairs.

"The good news is that we have gotten permission from the College administration to resume traveling to away games for next academic year, 2006/07. But here is the bad news: We have to raise the money to do it ourselves. We don't want to have yet another bake sale. The last one raised only $320 of the $5,000 that we need.

"Instead, we are having a raffle. Three of our graduating seniors will go out on a date with three lucky winners. These dates will begin at 6pm on Friday, March 31, the day before Spring Break. Tickets will be only $10, and must be purchased by noon on Friday, March 24. As many of the squad are members of the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority, you can buy tickets at that sorority house, in the lobby."

The flyer went on to specify that the three seniors, who volunteered to date the winners, were Susan Chang, Karen Fletcher, and Anita Ramirez. It noted how generous they were to do this, as they would be graduated when the squad enjoyed the benefit of the money raised by the raffle.

Jade conSydneyered how much money she wanted to spend on this raffle. Her family was quite wealthy. Even though she wouldn't get access until age 25 to the trust fund left for her by her mother's parents, she did have conSydneyerable assets now, given to her on her 18th birthday by her father's parents. Too bad her parents made her pay her own college expenses out of those funds, but she could easily afford to buy hundreds of tickets to the cheerleaders' raffle. Not to mention, a less than legal trip to Vegas which landed her an extra $15,000.

Jade went right over to the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house, and bought 80 tickets for $800. The young woman there seemed surprised that she bought so many, but didn't say anything. she decided to stop by her bank before it closed.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

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Jade had gone back to the sorority house four more times, and fortunately four different women had been staffing the desk there selling tickets. she hoped they didn't compare notes, she didn't want to come off as a stalker or weirdo. she now had 320 tickets.

Of course, she realized that she might win a date with Anita or Susan instead of Karen. That would be alright, as both were very attractive, she knew all of them by sight from watching them perform. Both Anita and Susan were 5'9" tall and 21 years old, she had seen that on the cheerleaders information page on the College website.

If she won dates with both Karen and another cheerleader, she would graciously release the other woman from her obligation to go out with her, Jade thought. That should make her seem like a lady, she thought.

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Karen was sitting at the desk in the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house lobby. Yes, there was the little creep who always stared at her during the games, never watching the basketball court, always staring at her legs. Her sorority sisters had mentioned that somebody bought dozens of tickets. Nobody else had bought more than three. She asked for a description of the person, and it sounded like the lesbian creep. Here she was, back again. Karen forced herself to be nice to the girl. At least, her stalker had large breasts and was pretty enough.

She blushed when she saw her at the desk, but appeared to gather her courage and came forward.

"Hello, Karen, I wanted to buy some of the raffle tickets. Is there, umm, any restriction, any, umm, maximum number I can buy?"

"You have the advantage of me, I don't know your name. But to answer your question, we'll be happy to sell you as many tickets as you want. Next year's squad needs $5,000 for travel, and we could use new uniforms, too, but there's no money for that either. Worse, I'm sure the College will continue to expect us to pay for our own travel in future years. I shouldn't say 'us', I'm graduating, but I will always feel like part of the squad. Go ahead and buy all the tickets you want."

"My name is Jade, and I would really like to help the fine cheerleading squad here. Give me 100 tickets now, and I'll go to the bank and be back here in an hour with a lot more money for you wonderful girls, umm, I mean women."

Jade blushed again and put $1000 on the desk in front of Karen. It took her a while to tear 100 raffle tickets in half, and give her her halves to keep.

"I'll be here all afternoon, so I'll see you in an hour, Jade," said Karen, smiling at her.

I hope she wins the date with me, she thought, it will be a night that the tiny big breasted creep will never forget.

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Jade returned an hour later, happy that she had smiled at her. she already had the 200 tickets that she had originally been planning to buy, but that smile convinced her that it was nowhere near enough.

She waited while a red-haired man she recognized from her chemistry class bought one ticket. Behind her was Carla, the preSydneyent of the College's lesbian club, and she had a question.

"Can I buy a ticket?"

"Sure," said Karen, "we would never discriminate on the basis of sexual orientation in a College event. Buy all the tickets you want, we need the money. All men and women should know, though, that a first date rarely includes more than a kiss."

"No problem," said Carla, handing over a $20 bill. "I'd take my chances with you, or either of the other two. You're all gorgeous. Give me two tickets."

After Carla left, Jade went up to the desk and put down a thick wad of $100 bills, without saying a word.

Karen counted them, and seemed impressed. "Three thousand dollars, that would be 300 tickets," she said. "You must be quite wealthy, or out of your mind."

"Oh, I'm comfortable," said Jade, grinning smugly.

As Karen separated the 300 tickets into halves, she smiled, but plotted what could be done to this spoiled little brat.

Friday, March 24, 2006

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There were only about 20 people gathered on the lawn in front of the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house. It was in the flyer that you didn't have to be present to win, you could just drop by and look at the posting of the three winning numbers in the lobby the next day.

Karen spoke, as captain of the cheerleading squad.

"I'm very happy to report that we exceeded our expectations by a conSydneyerable margin. We sold 1580 tickets, raising $15,800. That will buy us all new uniforms immediately, pay for next year's travel, and leave some over for the travel fund for the future. My sister Kristine, who's a lawyer, will set up a charitable foundation to hold the money for future needs."

She paused while the small crowd applauded.

"We will now draw the three winning numbers. If you are present and wish to identify yourself and present the winning ticket stub, go ahead. Otherwise, we'll post the numbers in the lobby."

A small suitcase was brought out, and tossed against the wall four times, bouncing on the grass after each toss. It was then unlocked, and Susan Chang reached in.

"The lucky person who wins a date with me has ticket number 047," said Susan.

Nobody said anything. Karen wrote 'Susan Chang ticket 047' in large characters on a piece of blank paper.

"I'm next in alphabetical order by last name," said Karen, and she reached into the suitcase.

"I've drawn number 788," she reported.

"That would be me," said Jade, who had her tickets organized in numerical order, but discreetly concealed in her briefcase, so nobody could see how many she had. she presented the ticket to Karen, grinning like a monkey.

"Your full name and reSydneyence?" she asked.

"Jade Lamb, and I live in Scully Dorm, room 317."

"I'll be knocking on your door at 6pm next Friday, Jade. Dress casually, we won't be going any place fancy. Just be there, and let me plan the evening for us."

"It will be a great honor to go out with you," she replied, and stepped back into the crowd.

Karen wrote 'Karen Fletcher ticket 788 Jade Lamb' on the paper below what she had written before.

Anita, without a word, went to the suitcase and pulled out a number.

"Some lucky person holding ticket 355 gets to go out with me," said Anita.

Nobody spoke up. Karen wrote 'Anita Ramirez ticket 355' on the paper, went into the lobby, and taped it to the wall.

Coming back outSydneye, she thanked the crowd, and told them they had contributed to a good cause, even if they didn't win.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

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Jade had realized that she had all three winning tickets, but had kept quiet about the other two women the night before. she spent some time on the wording of the notes she would send to Anita and Susan. she was sure they would show them to Karen, and she wanted to impress her as a lady.

"Hi, Anita. I've taped my winning raffle ticket, number 355, to this page below, as you can see. I won dates with both you and Karen on the same night. I guess I bought a lot of tickets because it was such a worthy cause, but now it is embarrassing to have dates with two beautiful women on the same night. Please forgive me for not being able to go out with you. It's not that you aren't extremely beautiful, you certainly are, but Karen is even more so. Sincerely, Jade Lamb."

He put this and a similar note to Susan in envelopes, and dropped both envelopes off at the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house, where both women lived.

Monday, March 27, 2006

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Karen, Anita, and Susan were all in Karen's room, looking at Jade's notes.

"We have to plan this carefully," said Anita, "make sure that the creep gets what she deserves, and that we don't get caught in any violations of the law or the College's rules."

"Don't worry," said Karen, "when we're done with her, she'll wish she had never bought a single ticket, and we'll be in no trouble. I've got some wonderful ideas about what to do with her."

"I can't wait to hear your plans," said Susan, "this will be so much fun."

Friday, March 31, 2006

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At 6pm on the dot, there was a knock on Jade's door. Heart all a-flutter, she opened it, and was shocked to see all three women there waiting for her.

"You were so generous, buying so many tickets," said Susan, "that we couldn't cheat you out of what you had won. So you will have a date with all of us."

"Yes," said Anita, "you're entitled to the company of all three of us, and we're going to give you our undivided attention. What out and proud young lady wouldn't love that?"

"You aren't a scaredy cat, afraid of three women, are you, Jade?" asked Karen.

"No," said Jade, "I'm not afraid. I guess I'm the happiest woman in the world tonight."

But she didn't look that way as Susan and Anita each firmly gripped one of her arms as they all walked downstairs and outSydneye. Karen's car was parked in front of her dorm, and she got into the driver's seat. Still gripping her arms on either Sydneye, the other two women led her into the back seat, sitting her between them.

As they drove off campus, Karen explained that she planned a traditional first date, a movie and then dinner. Their first destination was the local multiplex, in the shopping mall not too far from the College. She asked Jade to give her $40 for four tickets.

Jade quickly got out her wallet and handed her the money, then put it back in her pocket. Karen noticed that she did it easily, and was not belted in.

"You're not wearing your seat belt, Jade," said Karen, "and that won't do. I want you to be safe. Buckle up."

Just as Jade was about to say that the two women in the back seat weren't wearing seat belts either, Anita grabbed the buckle portion of her belt, and Susan grabbed the latch portion. They belted her in, and tightened the belt an inch more than necessary.

"Don't worry," said Susan, "we'll keep her really safe."

She grabbed her right arm, and pinned it behind her, between her back and the seat. Anita did the same to her left arm.

"Hey, what are you girls doing?" said Jade. she tried to withdraw her arms, but they were both pinned very securely.

Anita pulled her shirt out of her pants, and began to poke her ribs on her left Sydneye.

Jade shrieked and tried to move to her right. she could only squirm over a fraction of an inch.

"Stop! That tickles," she said.

Susan pulled her shirt out on her right Sydneye, and began to knead her rib cage with her strong fingers.

Jade laughed and laughed as they kept kneading her ribs on both Sydneyes. Whichever way she wriggled, she was closer to one of the ticklers, and they relished her predicament. Her large breasts jiggling along as they continued.

They each kept her arms pinned with their backs, and began to use both hands to tickle her rib cage. she was obviously trying to talk, but laughing so hard that she couldn't get a word out.

"You shouldn't have called my friends 'girls', Jade, they are young women," said Karen, as she drove southward on a state highway. "I have an idea, Susan and Anita. Make sure she doesn't call you 'girls' again by keeping her busy laughing. Never let her stop laughing, keep tickling her. Never give her a moment's rest."

Anita and Susan needed no encouragement, they kept tickling her without mercy. After ten minutes, they were amused to see her face turn red, and tears begin to flow down her cheeks.

"It's so good to hear a girl’s laughter again, Jade. Let me tell you that I have a little sister, well, not so little any more, she grew up to be 6'4", and she’s going to college in Ohio. She's two years younger than I am, and I loved to tickle her when we were kids. I would pin her down, and tickle her senseless. The sound of her laughter was delightful to me. Unfortunately, she outgrew being ticklish. But you haven't. Here you are, a college sophomore, and you're obviously more ticklish than she ever was. I love the sound of your laughter, even though it is getting weaker. I just love it. Susan, Anita, don't stop. Keep her laughing until she’s blue in the face."

"Actually, her face is quite red now," said Anita, "and she’s got tears streaming down her cheeks. We have no intention of stopping, this is too much fun. I've never known a grown lady to be so ticklish."

"Neither have I," said Susan, "and I intend to enjoy it. You're very lucky that we're almost at the mall, Jade."

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As Karen pulled off the highway into the parking lot of the mall, the other women increased the pace of their tickling, until Jade was howling uncontrollably. She drove to the part of the parking lot near the multiplex, and noted that it was nowhere near as full as usual. That could be expected, the Friday night that Spring Break began. Most students had left the area to make a trip, or just to go home.

She parked near the multiplex, and Susan and Anita finally stopped tickling Jade. she continued to cry and laugh as Karen spoke to them.

“She might try to make a break for it, and take a bus somewhere. So give me her wallet, all that's in her pockets, and her glasses. Oh, her watch and rings, too."

As Jade's laughter finally subSydneyed, and the tears stopped flowing down her cheeks, the women unbelted her and emptied her pockets, giving all they contained to Karen. They then took off her watch, rings, and glasses, and gave them all to Karen, who put them in her large handbag.

"You aren't going to try to run for it, are you, Jade?" asked Karen.

Jade conSydneyered that she had no money or anything of value, and that she couldn't see well without her glasses, being very nearsighted. she conSydneyered that the women were all athletic and could run faster than she could.

"No, of course not, Karen, but how can I see the movie without my glasses?"

"It's a lousy movie anyway," said Karen, "it got awful reviews and has poor box office, too. I'm surprised it's still playing."

"But then why are we going to see it? There are 12 screens here, there must be something better."

"It's the only comedy playing here," said Karen, and she laughed at the look of horror on her face. "Nearly everybody here is going to see the new Harry Potter film, which is on 5 screens."

Karen got the four tickets at the box office, while Susan and Anita kept hold of Jade's arms. The four of them walked to the appropriate auditorium, and saw that it was nearly empty, only about a dozen people scattered between the 5th and 10th rows of seats.

Jade was not surprised when the women took her to the very last row of seats in the back, far from everybody else. she was not surprised when Susan sat on her left and Anita sat on her right. However, she was surprised when they each held one of her arms to an armrest, and Karen took some old stockings out of her purse.

Karen tied each of her arms to the armrest, both at the wrist and at the elbow. Then she tied her legs together at the knees, pulled her socks down, and tied her bare ankles together. She removed her shoes and socks, and then whispered in her ear.

"It was smart of you not to yell for help. Stay smart, and this date will be less torture than it can be. Not one word from you now. The only thing I want to hear from you is laughter, not one word. Nod if you understand."

Jade nodded, and saw Susan put a pillow on the floor near her bound ankles. she hadn't noticed her carrying it in, but she had, and now she sat down on it. Karen took her place in the chair on her left.

The lights dimmed, as the coming attractions ended. There was the stupid announcement about turning off your cell phone, and then the feature started.

Jade couldn't see the movie, but the dialog she heard was trite and not funny. The soundtrack has lots of phony laughs whenever there was what was supposed to be a comic moment on screen. Whenever that happened, Karen tickled her ribs and under her left arm, Anita tickled her ribs and under her right arm, and Susan tickled both of her feet. she shrieked and howled with laughter.

It soon became obvious that she feet were her most ticklish spot of all, and that scratching long fingernails over her soles drove her mad. The three women changed places every 20 minutes or so, and all got a chance to torment her sensitive soles.

Some of the people way in front of them turned to see what idiot thought this film was actually funny. None of her bondage was visible to them, they only saw three heads.

Some of the people left after the first half hour of the film. Jade wished that she could.

Obviously, she stayed tied in place, laughing hysterically at all the jokes and skits. Unfortunately for her, the scriptwriters believed in putting a laugh a minute into the script and soundtrack. At each laugh from the soundtrack, all three women tickled her furiously, and she laughed uproariously.

By the time the 110 minute film ended, her ribs and armpits were sore, her diaphragm ached, and her face was bright red again.

The women untied her during the closing credits, but Karen didn't give her her shoes and socks back. She carried them to the car, and threw them into the trunk, along with her other possessions from her handbag. She locked the trunk, and got into the driver's seat.

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Jade made no resistance as Anita and Susan belted her in again and pinned her arms.

"As a reward for your obedience, Jade, you are not being tickled while I explain what's next. Relish the next few minutes, of being able to breathe normally, Jade. But remember, you're still under orders not to speak. Not one word." She paused, while Susan gave her one surprise pinch on her ribs, making her yelp.

"Next, we're going to have supper, at a diner quite far from here. You may ask why go so far, but it is near to our final destination, a vacation cottage owned by my parents in the wilderness. It's about an hour's drive to the diner, and we should get there before they close, which is 10pm. After supper, we're going to spend the night in the cottage. Yes, you're going to spend the night with three beautiful women. But you may not enjoy what we intend to do to you."

All three women laughed at that.

"OK," said Karen, "now tickle her, tickle her without mercy, I want to hear her howl, all the way to the diner."

Anita and Susan dug into her ribs on both Sydneyes, and she began to laugh uncontrollably. With four hands moving endlessly over her ribs and armpits, she never stopped laughing. Her already sore ribs ached, as she laughed and squirmed. Susan began to taunt her as they tickled and tickled.

"Poor little Jade, so very ticklish, how sad for you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's so much fun to tickle you, I don't see how we can ever stop. Tickle,tickle, tickle. It's a shame that I can't get to your feet now, but there will be plenty of time for that at the cottage. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Poor little ticklish baby girl, you are never going to forget this date. Tickle, tickle,tickle, Jade."

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An hour later, Karen pulled into the parking lot of the diner. She warned Jade to not say a word, and to be on her best behavior, if she hoped for any mercy from them later. Jade nodded, catching her breath.

A woman was just about to lock the door and put up a 'Closed' sign when Karen got out of the car. The other three waited in the car.

"Are we too late? Four for dinner," said Karen.

"No, come on in, it's been a slow night," said the woman, a redhead in a waitress uniform who appeared to be about 30. "I'm Martha. You'll be our last customers, and the grill is already cleaned up, you'll have to have cold food."

The four students entered the diner, Jade being held by both arms. Martha didn't mention her bare feet, even though there was the usual sign, 'Shoes and shirt required' on the door. She put the 'Closed' sign on the door after they entered.

They went to a large booth, meant for six, so that Susan and Anita could sit on either Sydneye of Jade. Karen sat opposite her. Martha put down four menus, and asked if they wanted anything to drink right away.

"Four regular coffees," said Karen.

Martha nodded, and left the main room, going into the kitchen.

As soon as she left, Anita and Susan began to tickle Jade's ribs again, and Karen reached down and grabbed her right ankle, pulling her right foot up into her lap. She trapped it there, hooking one leg over her ankle, and raked her nails over her tender sole.

Jade was shrieking with laughter, laughing uproariously. Anita pulled her shirt up over her head, entangling her arms in it. she and Susan now tickled her bare torso, while Karen continued to tickle her bare foot.

When Martha reappeared with four coffees, they stopped tickling her, and looked a little embarrassed. Jade gasped and regained her breath, but never spoke.

"Oh, you don't have to stop tickling her on my account," said Martha, "it looks like fun, she seems so very ticklish." She put down the four coffees, leaned over the table, and gave her a tickle on the ribs herself. she shrieked with burst of laughter.

"It is fun," said Martha. "But that shirt doesn't do a very good job of restraining her arms. Let me get some duct tape for you." She went back into the kitchen.

The three women were dumbstruck at that remark, but soon saw Martha return with a roll of gray duct tape.

"Put her wrists together behind her back," she said.

Susan and Anita got Jade out of the booth, stood her up, removed her shirt from around her arms, and soon had her arms behind her back, wrists together. Martha wrapped duct tape around her wrists and forearms until they were quite secure.

"Let me get her legs now," said Martha.

She bent down and wrapped duct tape around her thighs and also around her calves, binding her legs together. she would have fallen if not for the two women holding her up.

Susan and Anita put her back on the booth between them, and Karen now put both of her feet in her lap.

"Ready to order?" asked Martha.

"I'll have ham and cheese on a roll," said Susan, "with mustard."

"I want roast beef with mustard on rye bread," said Anita.

"Give me a double roast beef sandwich on a roll, twice the usual amount of meat, with horse radish if you've got it," said Karen, "and she will just have a green salad, no dressing."

"Be ready in a few minutes," said Martha, smiling as she noted that they all began to tickle Jade again.

About ten minutes later, Martha returned with a tray with their food, and another woman was behind her, also a redhead, clearly her sister, as she looked so similar. She appeared to be about 32 or 33, and was the same height as Martha, 5'10".

They could see that Jade was red in the face, with tears streaming down her cheeks as she laughed and laughed. The three women seated had not stopped tickling her this time when Martha returned.

"I'm Mary, the cook here," said the other woman, "my sister and I own this place. I see she wasn't exaggerating when she told me you had the most ticklish woman in the world with you. My, she is so cute and helpless, and so very ticklish. Could we have a turn while you eat?"

"Of course," said Karen, "she's all yours. Enjoy yourselves!"

Anita and Susan put Jade on her belly on the floor, her bound arms still behind her back. Mary sat on her rump, and began to tickle her ribs. Martha sat on her bound calves, and tickled her feet.

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The three students took their time enjoying their sandwiches. They decided to eat Jade's salad, too, since she was in no condition to enjoy it herself. Slightly out of their sight on the floor, they could hear her laughing and howling, and they could hear Mary taunting her.

"Such a ticklish baby girl, so cute and so helpless. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Do you know what I wish? I wish I could tickle you all night, and all day tomorrow. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Such a ticklish baby! It's going to be hard to give you back to your friends, I'm having so much fun. Tickle, tickle, tickle."

They enjoyed their meal to the sound of her agonized laughter, and discussed their plans for after graduation. Karen was undecided about which law school to attend, having gotten in to both Wilson College's own law school, and also one in Pittsburgh. Anita was sure where she was going, to NYU's medical school. She could be near her family again while attending there. Susan was not yet sure which PhD program in computer science she would attend, but she had already received admission and research assistantships from MSU and Duke.

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Leaving her sister to continue to tickle Jade, Martha got up and returned to the table.

"Any dessert?" she asked. "I can give you half price on the chocolate cake, it being the end of the day with that cake left over. We guarantee fresh cake every day."

All three women agreed to have the chocolate cake, and Martha brought them all a slice. She put a fourth slice, in a cardboard box, on the table.

"That's the last slice, you may want to feed her later," she said, "it's on the house, because of the fun we're having."

She retuned to where Jade was, and saw that Mary was now ticking her feet, so she sat down and attacked her underarms and ribs.

As they relished the sound of her now weak and pathetic laughter, Karen smiled.

"This is working out even better than I planned," she said.

They all grinned as Martha and Mary continued to tickle her. They proceeded to eat their cake.

When they were done, Martha got up and presented the check to Karen, who paid her in cash, including a generous tip.

The three of them went into the women's restroom. When they returned, they could see that Martha and Mary were still tickling Jade, who was squirming and wriggling, and laughing very weakly.

"I'm afraid that she no longer needs to use the restroom," said Mary. She and Martha finally stopped tickling her, she flipped her onto her back, exposing a huge urine stain on her pants.

"Gross," said Susan, "tickled until she peed herself."

"I don't want that smell in my car," said Karen, "is it OK if we clean her up here? And can we put her pants and underwear into the trash here?"

"Sure," said Mary, "and there's no need to untape her and then re-tape her. I'll just get a scissors and cut her pants off."

Mary soon did so, and Jade was lying on the floor in duct tape, but otherwise naked.

"Well, I guess she’s a not a little girl in every way, look at the size of those stiff nipples," said Anita.

All five women laughed at that remark, and Jade blushed bright red.

Martha got some hot water and towels, and soon had her all washed off. Her cut, soiled pants and briefs were tossed into the garbage dumpster.

"I do think that naughty girls who pee on our clean floor need to be punished," said Mary. "Could I give her a spanking on her bare bottom?" she asked Karen.

"Absolutely, that will be fun to watch," said Karen.

They positioned Jade so that she was bent over a table, with more duct tape holding her in place. Mary patted her rump tenderly, and grinned.

"This is going to be fun. 100 from me, and 100 from my sister, you naughty girl. Are you afraid?"

Jade didn't answer, and Karen explained.

"I've forbidden her to talk. she knows that her only hope for eventual mercy from us is to obey me, in every respect."

"Very wise," said Mary, "I'm sure she has nothing much to say anyway. Although I guarantee she will soon be crying out in pain."

Mary began using her hand, spanking each cheek alternately. She gradually increased the force she was using, and she was soon crying out "Oww" with each spank.

At 50 spanks, she switched to using a wooden spoon. This had her screaming "OWWW!" with every stroke. she was crying by the time she reached 90.

Martha came up and took the wooden spoon from her sister.

"No mercy from me, ticklish baby girl. I'm the one who cleans the floors around here. All 100 with the spoon."

Martha didn't bother to count for her, just whacked her steadily with the spoon, and she was soon sobbing uncontrollably. She continued without a pause until she had gotten the full 100 spanks, and her bottom was red and sore all over.

Jade was still crying when they untaped her from the table, but left her arms and legs bound. Anita and Susan carried her to the car, while Karen stayed behind.

"What days is the diner closed?" she asked.

"We stay open on weekends, and close on Mondays," said Mary.

Karen wrote down an address for her. "Come and visit us here on Monday," she said, "if you enjoyed tickling her."

Martha and Mary both grinned, like cats who have cornered a little mouse.

"How early can we arrive?" asked Martha.

"Oh, 9am should be alright," said Karen, "see you on Monday."

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In the car, Susan had an amusing idea about how to feed Jade the cake. She put her down on the floor of back seat, uncomfortable with the drive shaft bump under her bound arms.

She then removed her shoes and socks, and smeared a bit of the cake on the sole of her foot. She ordered her to lick it off, and she did so. She continued to smear portions of the cake on her soles, and order her to lick them. off.

Anita liked this way of humiliating her, and took off her shoes and socks, too. They traded places so she could have some of the fun.

Karen congratulated Susan on a brilliant idea, and announced that Jade would eat all of her meals that way, licked off their soles, for the duration of this date.

"Just one more wonderful feature of this wonderful date that you won, Jade," she concluded. They all laughed at her as she licked the last crumbs of cake from Anita's right sole.

It was almost midnight when they arrived at the cottage, a three bedroom structure in a wooded area, far from any neighbors. The women released Jade from the duct tape, and let her use the bathroom. They led her to a bedroom, which she saw had a bed with a sturdy brass frame. she was put into an adult diaper, and then into a straightjacket. Her ankles were put into padded cuffs and then locked together. Her cuffed ankles were tied to the railing at the foot of the bed. D-rings in the shoulders of the straightjacket where tied to the brass railing of the headboard.

Karen, now ready for bed in just panties and an oversize T-shirt, climbed up on the bed and showed off her fabulous legs to her. She sat on the bed near her head, and put her thighs in her view, inches from her face.

"I have great legs, don't I, Jade? You think I didn't notice you staring at them at the games? Look how beautiful they are."

When she saw that she was drenched in wetness she climbed down. she patted her lightly on the groin.

"You will just have to go to sleep frustrated, knowing that you will never touch my fabulous legs, Jade. And I'm going to leave you in this state every single night here."

All three women laughed at her, and they left her there in her frustrated arousal.

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Jade was awakened at 8am by tickling on her feet, and saw Karen at the foot of the bed. She was still wearing just her underpants and an oversized T-Shirt. She stopped tickling her, came up to her head, and stared deep into her eyes.

"Let's get some things straight, right now, Jade. I don't like you much. I regard you as a pathetic little perv who lusts after me. If you had given money to the cheerleading squad out of generosity, that would be admirable. But you just wanted to win me, to have possession of me for the duration of a date. So it was creepy, what you did, buying all those tickets. Now I have possession of you, instead. And there are two alternatives, as to your fate."

She paused, and let her take in that she was dead serious. She could see the fear in her eyes, real fear for the first time.

"Alternative one, if you are a very well-behaved little girl, who obeys all of my orders, then you will be returned to your dorm room on the evening of Sunday, April 9, in good health, without a mark on you. We'll even give you your wallet and jewelry back. Alternative two, if you disobey me or annoy me in any way, is that I'll leave you tied up in the woods overnight. I'll smear some fresh raw hamburger on you to attract the wolves. They wolves will eat you, and all the police will eventually find will be your gnawed bones, if they even find that."

Jade began to tremble, and Karen reassured her by kissing her tenderly on the forehead.

"Not to worry, I'm sure that you'll be the most obedient little ticklish baby girl that ever was, won't you?"

Jade nodded her head vigorously. "Very good," said Karen, "and now it's time for your breakfast."

She untied her cuffs and straightjacket form the bed, but left her bound in them. she picked her up off the bed, and placed her flat on her back on the floor. She placed a chair over her, with her head sticking out in front of the seat. She sat in the chair.

"Susan, bring the peanut butter," she called out loudly.

Susan and Anita came into the room. They had gotten dressed already, and were wearing jeans and T-shirts, with pink socks and running shoes. Susan handed Karen a large jar of peanut butter.

"I'm afraid that you are not going to have much variation in your diet, Jade," said Karen. "I've decided that you will subsist on peanut butter and water for all of spring break. The former to be licked off our soles, of course."

She smeared peanut butter on her dirty sole, and put it above Jade's mouth.

"Your are to lick and lick, until I tell you to stop, whether you think it's all licked off or not. I'll refresh it when I wish, and change feet when I wish. Your job is to lick, with full tongue extension, over and over again. Go to it, ticklish baby girl.”

"You should conSydneyer yourself lucky to only be licking my size 12 feet," said Karen, after she had been licking her soles for about ten minutes, "because Anita suggested that we also make you lick it out of our butt cracks, but I told her that was too gross."

Anita looked surprised, as she had made no such suggestion, but Jade was too busy licking to notice. She nodded at Karen in understanding, that she was being used as the 'bad cop' in Karen's game.

After half an hour of licking from her soles, Karen told her to stop.

"Get her bathed and change her diaper while I take my morning run," she said, getting up from the chair. "I had a little talk with her earlier, and you should find her quite docile and obedient. Report it to me if she isn't."

After Karen left the room, the other two women got Jade out of her bonds, and removed her soiled diaper. They led her, naked, to the bathroom, where they told her to get into the tub. They told her to keep still, and they bathed her, as if she were a toddler, washing every part of her body. After ordering her out of the tub, they dried her off.

They ordered her back to the bed, and told her to stretch out with her legs together and her arms above her head. Susan put her wrists in padded cuffs, and tied each cuff to the nearest brass bedpost. She used soft rope to tie her elbows towards each other. she put a leather belt around her waist, and tied it to each Sydneye of the bed.

Meanwhile, Anita put the cuffs back on her ankles, and locked them together. She tied her ankle cuffs to the railing at the foot of the bed. She used soft rope to tie her legs together both above and below the knees. She tied these ropes to the Sydneyes of the bed with more rope. she tied her big toes together with soft yarn, and tied them back to the D-rings in her ankle cuffs. She spent some time tying each of her other 8 toes back to the cuffs also.

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Karen, in her jogging clothes, nodded approvingly at her helplessness.

"Excellent job, totally helpless on the bed, ribs, armpits, and feet exposed to our touch. This is how you're going to spend your spring break, Jade, on this fabulous date that you won. Totally vulnerable, at our mercy, and we intend to have none. You two get started with her morning tickle torture while I shower."

Susan and Anita sat on chairs near her feet, and Susan took out a box full of implements. Her feet were so sensitive that they all tickled, but they soon were able to find the ones that worked best.

Using their finger first, they found that the feathers and soft brushes were useless, not as good as their fingers in producing a ticklish reaction. The knitting needle and the ordinary toothbrushes were about the same as using their fingers. They found that the plastic pronged hairbrushes drove her wild, but nothing prepared them for her reaction to the Sonicare electric toothbrushes.

When they were each using a Sonicare on her feet, she howled and thrashed so much that the whole bed shook. Her eyes bugged out, and her laughter sounded like that of a madwoman.

"We hit the jackpot with these," said Susan to Karen, who had just come back into the room from her shower. “She goes absolutely berserk."

"So I see," said Karen, “She is absolutely in tickle hell with those. I'll call the drug store to deliver four more of them, so we call each use one in both hands later."

As Karen went to make the phone call, Anita and Susan moved the brushes over, under, around, and between her toes. she was sobbing and laughing uncontrollably, but her struggles were becoming weaker.

Karen returned, holding some things in her hands. "Stop tickling her for a moment, I have to gag her. They said they'd have the brushes here in half an hour, and I want her silent when the delivery is made."

They stopped, and she went over to her head, and waited a minute for her laughter and sobs to cease.

"Open your mouth, and stick your tongue out, Jade," she ordered.

She did so, and she took one of the socks she had just been jogging in and wrapped it around her tongue.

"I turned it inSydneye out, Jade, so that you can taste the part that was pressed up against my sole. Wasn't that thoughtful of me?"

She shoved her tongue and most of the sock into her mouth, but it was too much cloth to fit entirely inSydneye. She used a stocking tied between her teeth and around her head to secure the sock in place.

"Start tickling her again, let's see how much sound she can make," said Karen.

As the others applied the Sonicares to her arches, Karen dug into her rib cage with gusto. she thrashed and squirmed, but only a tiny muffled remnant of her laughter came out of her mouth through the gag.

"It will do," said Karen.

They tickled her without ceasing. When the doorbell rang, Karen went out to get the delivery, closing the door to that bedroom behind her. She paid a small fortune for four Sonicares, charging it on her credit card. Upon returning to the bedroom, she was pleased to see that the others had still never stopped tickling her. She removed her gag, remarking that now she wanted to hear her shriek and howl.

In a moment, Jade's helpless bare feet where subject to all six Sonicares, moving relentlessly up and down her soles. she howled like some inhuman creature, once again making the whole bed shake with her struggles.

"Oh, this is wonderful," said Anita, "we're driving her crazy."

"You hear that, Jade," said Susan, "we intend to tickle you into madness, until you go insane."

"If you don't go literally insane from the endless tickling," said Karen, "it won't be from lack of trying. Think of this, Jade, this is only your morning tickle torture. After lunch, you'll get your afternoon tickle torture. And after dinner, we intend to amuse ourselves with, can your guess?, your evening tickle torture. And all of that is just your first day here at the cottage, only your first day."

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Jade's lunch was peanut butter, licked from Susan's soles. She had been wearing her shoes and heavy socks all morning, and the peanut butter tasted sweaty. Jade wisely said nothing. They hadn't bothered to untie her from the bed, Susan just sat in a chair near the head of the bed and extended her feet to her mouth.

After her lunch, Karen told her that Susan suggested they spank her, harder than Martha and Mary had, until her bottom was all bruised and purple. But she had reminded Susan that she was to have no marks on her, as long as she behaved, she reassured her.

Susan gave her a dirty look for making this up, but not so that Jade could see it. It had the intended effect, Jade was looking at Karen with increased adoration, as her protector.

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Jade's dinner was peanut butter, licked from Anita's soles. She also put some between her toes, and ordered her to suck her toes one by one.

Her evening tickle torture was the longest session of the day, from 7pm to 11pm. They attacked all parts of her body, and found some spots where even she had not known that she was ticklish--behind her knees and on her collarbones. she felt totally exhausted, half dead in fact. she didn't know if she could survive another full week of this, until the end of spring break.

When she was tied down in her straight jacket and ready for sleep, Karen kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

"Tell me, Jade, are you sorry that you bought the raffle tickets?"

Jade nodded her head.

"Are you aware that you're going to be tickle tortured tomorrow, and Monday, and Tuesday, and so on, until next Sunday, when we finally take you back to the College?"

Jade nodded her head.

"Would you do anything that I wanted, anything, if only we would stop tickling you?"

Jade nodded her head vigorously.

Karen laughed. "What a shame, because what I want is to tickle you, to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you even more. So doing what I want is letting me tickle you endlessly, mercilessly, ruthlessly, every single day. Not that you have any choice in the matter, ticklish little baby girl. I've got you here as my tickle toy, and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

She tickled her feet with her fingers for ten minutes, just to emphasize the point. Then she fingered her through the diaper, until she was totally soaked, and left her to stew in frustration.

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On the morning of her third day at the cottage, Jade had no idea that the day would be any different from the previous two. It started off the same, with Karen waking her up with tickles, and having her lick her breakfast off of her dirty soles. Then she was given her bath and tied to the bed, as usual, by Susan and Anita.

The three women began with an all-out assault on her feet, with all six Sonicares. she was shrieking and howling, thrashing in her bonds, and once again beginning to cry from laughing so hard.

When the doorbell rang just before 9am, Jade had a surge of hope. An unexpected visitor was here, and might result in her being freed. she was surprised that Susan and Anita continued to tickle her, and that Karen left the bedroom door open as she went to the front door.

He was sure that the visitor must she hearing her loud laughter, and she was more hopeful as she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom. But her heart sank when she saw who was there--Martha and Mary, the women from the diner on Friday night.

Karen laughed at the look of disappointment and horror on her face.

"I'm sure that you remember Martha and Mary, the sisters who own that nice diner. They happened to be in the neighborhood, and just dropped by. I do believe that that they might be interested in amusing themselves here. Is there any chance that you object to them tickling you? It would be very rude of you to be so unkind to my guests."

Jade made no response to the rhetorical question, but continued to laugh uproariously as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Karen handed the two Sonicares she had been using to the sisters, and pointed towards Jade's feet.

"We've discovered that these drive her absolutely mad on her soles and toes. Do have a try," she said.

Anita and Mary now tickled Jade's left foot, while Susan and Martha tickled her right foot, all moving the Sonicares over her sensitive soles and toes.

Karen tickled her collarbones, while looking down into her eyes and taunting her.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, my little ticklish baby girl. You're really in for it today, two extra ticklers, all day long. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Let me tell you what I love most about this situation, Jade. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's that you know that you're totally helpless, utterly at my mercy, you realize that I have the power to release you, or to tickle you all day long. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And you realize that I want to tickle you all day long, and that I'm going to do just that. Tickle, tickle, tickle. The look of helpless, hopeless pleading in your eyes is like a drug to me. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It is hopeless, and you are helpless. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Utterly defenseless, and all mine to tickle. Tickle, tickle,tickle. And I intend to enjoy every moment of it. Tickle, tickle, tickle, my little baby tickle toy."

She continued to savor the helpless pleading look in her eyes, as they all kept right on tickling her. Soon her thrashing became weak, as did her laughter. After a while, she was only quivering in ticklish agony, as tears flowed down her cheeks, and an almost silent laugh came from her mouth.

"We call this the jelly state," said Susan to the sisters from the diner, "when she seems to become just like a big lump of jelly, quaking and quivering, but not moving much, and not making much noise. It's pure hell for her, I'm sure."

"And a lot of fun for us," said Martha, who had moved up to Jade's rib cage, and was playing her ribs like a piano. "She's obviously desperate for us to stop, but we won't, not for hours."

"Exactly," said Mary ,"she's being driven crazy by the endless tickling, and there's nothing she can do about, just suffer, and pray that it will end. It's so much fun to make sure that it doesn't end, that her tickling goes on and on and on. Too bad you'll all be back at school next Monday, I could get used to torturing this cute little tickle toy."

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After seeing Jade lick her lunch off of the soles of Susan's feet, Martha and Mary asked if they could be the ones to serve her dinner. Anita agreed to give up her turn, and Jade was lucky to have a dinner break that was longer than usual, licking all four of their soles thoroughly. Martha and Mary enjoyed the sensation of her tongue on their soles, as well as the idea of her being obliged to lick their feet.

Karen made up for this by extending the evening session past midnight. It was actually 1am when the cheerleaders said good-bye to Martha and Mary.

Thursday, April 6, 2006

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As Jade was licking peanut butter off of Anita's soles for her dinner, Karen and Susan were talking in the kitchen.

"My program cracked her password this morning," said Susan, "I told you not to worry. We can now send emails in her name, from her own account. It's all set. I've programmed the email I showed you to go out, recorded as being from her own computer in the dorm as well as from her account, at 5am on Monday morning."

"Excellent," said Karen, "this should really work out well, if I know Dean Heart."

They both laughed at the presumed reaction of the elderly feminist author and scholar, Dean of Students Melissa Heart, to this email when it would be brought to her attention.

"You and Anita don't mind making the final speeches I wrote for you?" asked Karen.

"No problem," said Susan. "We'll never see her again anyway. I hope your plan works."

Sunday, April 9, 2006

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Knowing that it was the last day of Jade's tickle torture inspired the three women to be more cruel than ever. They skipped her lunch as well as their own, and just tickled her without mercy from 9am until 6pm. Whenever she was close to fainting, they let up just enough to keep her conscious and laughing. They kept her in the jelly state for hours, in absolute tickle hell, quivering and sobbing as she laughed, unable to defend herself against the endless tickling.

Her session after dinner lasted until midnight, and was equally merciless. Karen kissed her on the forehead tenderly when it was over, and spoke to her.

"You have been a very obedient little ticklish baby girl, and I will keep my promise, you're going back to campus now, unharmed, without a mark on you."

After bathing her and changing her diaper one last time, they wrapped her in a blanket, and tied it around her. Her head stuck out one end, and her bare feet out the other. she was dumped into the back of the car, on the floor, for the trip back to campus.

As Karen drove, Anita and Susan took turns tickling her feet with two Sonicares, and she laughed all the way back.

Monday, April 10, 2006

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At 4am, Susan and Anita carried Jade, still tied in the blanket, up to her dorm room. Karen, walking ahead of them, opened the door with her keys. She set the alarm clock on her bedSydneye table as the other two dumped her onto the bed.

Karen showed her her wallet, with all the contents still in it, her glasses, her rings, her watch, and her keys. She put them all on her desk.

"I've set your alarm for 9am. Your first class is Chemistry, at 10am. I'll be going now. I hope that you enjoyed our date. I know that I did."

She kissed her tenderly on the forehead, and left the room.

Susan and Anita just stood there, waiting until they heard her car drive off.

"Personally, I wanted to scratch your eyes out, so you wouldn't be able to stare at any more cheerleaders," said Anita, "but Karen persuaded me to do it her way, so you're back here unharmed."

"What I wanted to do was cut your clit off," said Susan, "for staring at my legs so much. With my own knife."

She took a wicked looking carving knife out of her purse, with a serrated 8" blade. Jade began to tremble as she brought the knife towards her, and she held her breath.

She used the knife to cut the ropes around the blanket. Jade began to breathe again.

"You're lucky that Karen convinced me not to," she concluded, and she and Anita left the room.

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It was after her afternoon class in history that Jade got a text message on her cell phone. It said to come to the Dean of Students Office, immediately.

She was surprised to be ushered into Dean Heart's office as soon as she got there. She was notorious for making student wait to see her, even students with appointments.

Dean Heart pointed to a chair in front of her desk, and Jade sat down.

"You may be expelled from this college for sexual harassment. Do you have anything to say about what you've done?"

"I don't know what I'm supposed to have done. Please, I can't be expelled. My grandparents, it's vital that I graduate from here."

"Just answer some questions for me then," said the Dean. "Did you go on a date that you won by a fund raising raffle, a date with Karen Fletcher?"

"Yes."

"Did you have sexual relations with on that date?"

"No."

"What was the extend of your physical contact?"

"She kissed me on the forehead. That's all." Jade didn't care to mention the rest of what had happened, or the length of the date.

"Well, your story matches hers, so maybe we can find a way not to expel you. If you had lied, you would be a goner. I must say, though, that after this email, you certainly don't deserve any leniency."

She handed her a sheet of paper from her color computer printer. she gasped.

"Don't pretend to be shocked, young lady. Our computer services department says that went out from your account, from the computer in your dorm room, at 6am this morning. Deny it, and I will have security remove you from campus immediately, this minute, as a danger to all the women at the College. You will be expelled today if you deny it."

Jade said nothing. The paper had the title on top, "They may look hot, but these cheerleaders are all FRIGID BITCHES!"

Underneath were pictures of five naked women, holding cheerleader pom-poms. All their bodies were different, but they all had Karen's head. The photo editing was crude, and anybody could see that the heads didn't quite fit on the bodies.

"That email went out to every student account in the College. By 10am, five different student came by to give me a copy and ask me to investigate it. Karen herself came here at 10:30. She is the only reason I'm not expelling you summarily."

Jade looked very surprised.

"That's right, she argued for leniency. She said that you were really rather a sad case, pathetic rather than dangerous, with a terrible crush on her. She said you were heartbroken when your date with her didn't work out as you hoped. She did think that you should contribute to the cheerleaders' travel fund to make up for the salacious images of cheerleaders that you emailed."

The Dean paused to let that sink in.

"I told her that wouldn't be enough, that you must also agree to be some kind of training, to learn to respect women as people, not as pieces of meat for your enjoyment. Now, we may be able to work something out. But what was it you were saying about your grandparents? What do they have to do with your being so afraid of being expelled?"

"My mother's parents met while they were students here, both class of 1958. My mother went here also, class of 1982."

"And I'm supposed to keep you here because your grandparents will die of shock if you're expelled?"

"No, they died 10 years ago, together, in a car accident. They left me a trust fund, to be given to me on my 25th birthday, but only if I graduate from this college, where they met. Otherwise, my mother gets it. She doesn't need it, she got the rest of their estate. But she would never give any of it to me, she thinks I'm irresponsible. That's why I came to this college in the first place, the trust fund."

"I see," said the Dean. "I'm inclined to agree with your mother, but it's really none of my business, your trust fund. The point is that Karen is the offended party, and if she and I can agree on a program of reform and re-education for you, then I will allow you to stay here, and perhaps earn your trust fund by graduating in 2008."

"Thank you, Dean Heart, and thank Ms. Fletcher for me, when you talk to her about this. I appreciate that she is willing to give me a break."

"Not that you deserve it, but I will confer with her about this. I'm curious, though, how much is in that trust fund?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but it was over $4 million the last year when I got a statement from the bank which is the trustee."

At this point the Dean consulted her appointment book.

"Come and see me in two weeks, Monday the 24th, at 4pm. You may go now, Jade."

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There was a note under Jade's door when she got back to her room.

"Hi, Jade. It seems that Susan did a little mischief, breaking into your computer account. She told me all about it. She shouldn't have done it. I've asked the Dean to be lenient with you, without telling her that you really didn't do it, of course. I hope you don't get expelled. -Karen."

Friday, April 14, 2006

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"It's incredible, Susan," said Karen, as they sat on the bed in her room, "it has worked out splendidly. It seems that Jade has got to graduate from this college, or lose a huge trust fund. Dean Heart and I are have another meeting about what to arrange for her. I'm going to arrange it so that I own her until she graduates."

"Very amusing, Karen," said Susan, "and I wish you luck with your personal tickle toy."

Monday, April 24, 2006

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When Jade came into Dean Heart's office, there were three women waiting for her, the Dean, Karen, and a woman who looked a lot like Karen, but at least five years older, and perhaps an inch taller.

"This is my older sister, Kristine," said Karen, "she's a lawyer. I asked her to sit in on this meeting for reasons that will be obvious to you soon."

Jade shook hands with Kristine, and sat down. The Dean handed her some papers.

"I want to explain what's in those papers before you sign them. You don't have to, of course, but the alternative that you will be expelled for the sexual harassment of Karen."

Jade nodded, and waited for her to continue.

"You will be on disciplinary probation from today until the day that you graduate. My office will oversee that probation. To be allowed to graduate, you must complete the program we set forth in the document that you are holding. There are three parts to your program, all three of which you must complete satisfactorily."

Jade nodded again, and the Dean coughed before going on.

"The first part is the easiest. You will send a check to the foundation that Ms. Kristine Fletcher has set up for the Cheerleading Squad, to provide for their future travel and uniform expenses. You send it within 30 days. The check will be for $20,000. I hope that's not a problem for you."

"I'll be able to do it, I have some money that my father's parents gave me when I was 18, it will be tight, but I'll manage it."

"Excellent," said the Dean. "The second part of your program involves your part time job during the next two academic years, your junior and senior years."

"But I don't have a part time job," said Jade.

"You will," said the Dean. "You will agree to work 20 hours a week for the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority, which has most of the cheerleaders in it. That way you will learn to respect them. Karen, here, is going to go to our own law school, and will continue to live in that sorority house. She has agreed to be your supervisor for this job, which will involve work inSydneye the house. You will do whatever you are told to do, be it cleaning the toilets or painting the basement. Is that understood? If Karen reports to me that you are not completely satisfactory in fulfilling your duties, your probation will be revoked, and you will be expelled. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Dean Heart," said Jade, with a bit of fear in her voice.

"Don't worry, Jade," said Karen, "I'm quite sure that you'll prove to be satisfactory. I'll arrange a schedule with you, 5 hours a day for four days, that fits around both of our class schedules. I'll be closely supervising you all the time."

Jade nodded, and guessed that meant four long tickle torture sessions every week, in the sorority house. she wondered how many of the other women there Karen would invite to join in.

"Finally," said the Dean, we come to the third part of your program. Summer jobs, this summer and the summer after your junior year."

"But I'm going to Europe this summer," said Jade.

"If you wish to complete the program and not be expelled, you're going to cancel those plans," said the Dean. "You are agreeing, by signing this document, to take a summer job these two summers with a woman boss, which will teach you that straight women can sometimes have the leadership role. In particular, you will be working in the law offices of Kristine Fletcher, Esquire."

"Yes," said Kristine, "we will hire you for 40 hours a week, for 12 weeks, each summer. You begin on Monday, June 5. You will be closely supervised by my sister, Karen, who will also be working in my offices in the summers."

Karen smiled at her, and Jade's heart sank.

"I'll be paying you only the minimum wage," said Kristine, "but I've decided to give you a free lunch every day, even if it is only peanut butter."

Both sisters smiled at her, and Jade realized that Kristine knew.

"If Kristine says that your work is not satisfactory," said the Dean, "then your probation will be revoked, and you will be expelled. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Dean Heart," Jade said in the voice of a condemned man.

"Then sign the papers and give them to me," said the Dean.

Jade signed, and gave the papers to the Dean. She told them that she had to go meet with the Provost now, but that they could stay in her office if they needed to talk more about the details of Jade's employment that summer.

She left the office.

Kristine handed Jade her card, with the address of her law offices.

"I'll see you promptly at 8am on June 5, Jade, won't I?"

"Yes, Ms. Fletcher."

"Look, there will be two Ms. Fletchers that you'll be seeing all summer, so call me 'Ms. Kristine' and my sister 'Ms. Karen', OK?"

"Yes, Ms. Kristine."

"Don't look so glum, Jade," said Kristine, "you'll like the job, I'm sure. You'll be working from 8 to 12 in a very comfortable air-conditioned basement. It used to hold our law library, before we computerized. It was sound-proofed for that reason."

She paused, and let that sink in.

"You and Karen will be the only ones working down there. You'll have a lot of laughs together, I'm sure."

Both sisters grinned at her, like cats grinning at a cornered mouse.

"At noon, you get an hour for lunch," said Kristine. "I'll come downstairs most days and give you the free peanut butter myself."

Jade nodded, looking down at her feet. Kristine was wearing black stockings and low-heeled pumps, as you might expect a woman lawyer to wear at work. Her feet looked about the same size as Karen's. Karen laughed at the direction of her gaze, and Kristine slipped her right foot out of the pump and wriggled her toes at her. She slipped her foot back into the shoe, and continued speaking.

"At 1pm, it's back to work for you and Karen. Your day ends at 5, but if Karen needs you to work overtime, or to come in on weekends, I'm somehow sure that you won't complain, will you?"

"No, Ms. Kristine, I'll work whatever hours you and Ms. Karen want."

"Good," said Kristine, "I knew you would have the right attitude for this job."

"Most days," said Karen, "I'll probably give you your dinner break at 7 or 8pm, and let you go home by 11pm. That should give you enough time to get some sleep, and be back at 8am sharp, shouldn't it?"

"Yes, Ms. Karen," said Jade.

"As far as weekends go, most weekends I'll want you in at 8am on Saturday, and who knows how long I'll keep you, maybe until Sunday night. Is that alright with you, Jade?"

"Yes, Ms. Karen," said Jade.

Both sisters grinned at her again, and got up to leave. As Jade also got out of her chair, Karen came over and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

"You're all mine, ticklish baby girl, I own you for the next two years, and I do intend to enjoy every moment of it."

-the end-

Everything's Always OK [F/f, implied M/F, NC]

• Thread starterclean_kitchen

This story contains extreme F/f tickle torture, spanking, foot worship, domination, and some adult material. If any of that is not to your taste, then don't read it. All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18.

"Win a Date With a Cheerleader"

by Milagros317

Friday, March 10, 2006

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Jade Lamb was reading with conSydneyerable interest the one page flyer which had been shoved under her dorm room door while she was at class. "Win a Date With a Cheerleader" was the title, in huge letters across the top. Jade, a 19-year-old sophomore at Wilson College in western Pennsylvania, attended many athletic events just to watch the cheerleading squad perform. she had an enormous crush on Karen, the captain of the squad.

She had never actually spoken to her, as she saw four large impediments to asking her for a date. One, she was known to already have a boyfriend. Two, she was two years older than she was, a graduating senior in fact. Three, at an even 6 feet tall, she was 7 inches taller than she was. And finally, she was straight and not into girls like Jade. So she just went to all the home football and basketball games, and stared at her fabulous legs in the short cheerleading skirt.

Jade didn't bother to go to the away games, as the cheerleading squad no longer traveled with the teams. That was what the flyer began with:

"In the 2004/05 academic year, you were able to see our award-winning cheerleading squad at all football and basketball games, home and away. The budget cuts introduced this year have made travel to away games impossible. During the current season, you see us at home games only. Also, we have been paying out of our own pockets for uniform repairs.

"The good news is that we have gotten permission from the College administration to resume traveling to away games for next academic year, 2006/07. But here is the bad news: We have to raise the money to do it ourselves. We don't want to have yet another bake sale. The last one raised only $320 of the $5,000 that we need.

"Instead, we are having a raffle. Three of our graduating seniors will go out on a date with three lucky winners. These dates will begin at 6pm on Friday, March 31, the day before Spring Break. Tickets will be only $10, and must be purchased by noon on Friday, March 24. As many of the squad are members of the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority, you can buy tickets at that sorority house, in the lobby."

The flyer went on to specify that the three seniors, who volunteered to date the winners, were Susan Chang, Karen Fletcher, and Anita Ramirez. It noted how generous they were to do this, as they would be graduated when the squad enjoyed the benefit of the money raised by the raffle.

Jade conSydneyered how much money she wanted to spend on this raffle. Her family was quite wealthy. Even though she wouldn't get access until age 25 to the trust fund left for her by her mother's parents, she did have conSydneyerable assets now, given to her on her 18th birthday by her father's parents. Too bad her parents made her pay her own college expenses out of those funds, but she could easily afford to buy hundreds of tickets to the cheerleaders' raffle. Not to mention, a less than legal trip to Vegas which landed her an extra $15,000.

Jade went right over to the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house, and bought 80 tickets for $800. The young woman there seemed surprised that she bought so many, but didn't say anything. she decided to stop by her bank before it closed.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

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Jade had gone back to the sorority house four more times, and fortunately four different women had been staffing the desk there selling tickets. she hoped they didn't compare notes, she didn't want to come off as a stalker or weirdo. she now had 320 tickets.

Of course, she realized that she might win a date with Anita or Susan instead of Karen. That would be alright, as both were very attractive, she knew all of them by sight from watching them perform. Both Anita and Susan were 5'9" tall and 21 years old, she had seen that on the cheerleaders information page on the College website.

If she won dates with both Karen and another cheerleader, she would graciously release the other woman from her obligation to go out with her, Jade thought. That should make her seem like a lady, she thought.

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Karen was sitting at the desk in the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house lobby. Yes, there was the little creep who always stared at her during the games, never watching the basketball court, always staring at her legs. Her sorority sisters had mentioned that somebody bought dozens of tickets. Nobody else had bought more than three. She asked for a description of the person, and it sounded like the lesbian creep. Here she was, back again. Karen forced herself to be nice to the girl. At least, her stalker had large breasts and was pretty enough.

She blushed when she saw her at the desk, but appeared to gather her courage and came forward.

"Hello, Karen, I wanted to buy some of the raffle tickets. Is there, umm, any restriction, any, umm, maximum number I can buy?"

"You have the advantage of me, I don't know your name. But to answer your question, we'll be happy to sell you as many tickets as you want. Next year's squad needs $5,000 for travel, and we could use new uniforms, too, but there's no money for that either. Worse, I'm sure the College will continue to expect us to pay for our own travel in future years. I shouldn't say 'us', I'm graduating, but I will always feel like part of the squad. Go ahead and buy all the tickets you want."

"My name is Jade, and I would really like to help the fine cheerleading squad here. Give me 100 tickets now, and I'll go to the bank and be back here in an hour with a lot more money for you wonderful girls, umm, I mean women."

Jade blushed again and put $1000 on the desk in front of Karen. It took her a while to tear 100 raffle tickets in half, and give her her halves to keep.

"I'll be here all afternoon, so I'll see you in an hour, Jade," said Karen, smiling at her.

I hope she wins the date with me, she thought, it will be a night that the tiny big breasted creep will never forget.

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Jade returned an hour later, happy that she had smiled at her. she already had the 200 tickets that she had originally been planning to buy, but that smile convinced her that it was nowhere near enough.

She waited while a red-haired man she recognized from her chemistry class bought one ticket. Behind her was Carla, the preSydneyent of the College's lesbian club, and she had a question.

"Can I buy a ticket?"

"Sure," said Karen, "we would never discriminate on the basis of sexual orientation in a College event. Buy all the tickets you want, we need the money. All men and women should know, though, that a first date rarely includes more than a kiss."

"No problem," said Carla, handing over a $20 bill. "I'd take my chances with you, or either of the other two. You're all gorgeous. Give me two tickets."

After Carla left, Jade went up to the desk and put down a thick wad of $100 bills, without saying a word.

Karen counted them, and seemed impressed. "Three thousand dollars, that would be 300 tickets," she said. "You must be quite wealthy, or out of your mind."

"Oh, I'm comfortable," said Jade, grinning smugly.

As Karen separated the 300 tickets into halves, she smiled, but plotted what could be done to this spoiled little brat.

Friday, March 24, 2006

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There were only about 20 people gathered on the lawn in front of the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house. It was in the flyer that you didn't have to be present to win, you could just drop by and look at the posting of the three winning numbers in the lobby the next day.

Karen spoke, as captain of the cheerleading squad.

"I'm very happy to report that we exceeded our expectations by a conSydneyerable margin. We sold 1580 tickets, raising $15,800. That will buy us all new uniforms immediately, pay for next year's travel, and leave some over for the travel fund for the future. My sister Kristine, who's a lawyer, will set up a charitable foundation to hold the money for future needs."

She paused while the small crowd applauded.

"We will now draw the three winning numbers. If you are present and wish to identify yourself and present the winning ticket stub, go ahead. Otherwise, we'll post the numbers in the lobby."

A small suitcase was brought out, and tossed against the wall four times, bouncing on the grass after each toss. It was then unlocked, and Susan Chang reached in.

"The lucky person who wins a date with me has ticket number 047," said Susan.

Nobody said anything. Karen wrote 'Susan Chang ticket 047' in large characters on a piece of blank paper.

"I'm next in alphabetical order by last name," said Karen, and she reached into the suitcase.

"I've drawn number 788," she reported.

"That would be me," said Jade, who had her tickets organized in numerical order, but discreetly concealed in her briefcase, so nobody could see how many she had. she presented the ticket to Karen, grinning like a monkey.

"Your full name and reSydneyence?" she asked.

"Jade Lamb, and I live in Scully Dorm, room 317."

"I'll be knocking on your door at 6pm next Friday, Jade. Dress casually, we won't be going any place fancy. Just be there, and let me plan the evening for us."

"It will be a great honor to go out with you," she replied, and stepped back into the crowd.

Karen wrote 'Karen Fletcher ticket 788 Jade Lamb' on the paper below what she had written before.

Anita, without a word, went to the suitcase and pulled out a number.

"Some lucky person holding ticket 355 gets to go out with me," said Anita.

Nobody spoke up. Karen wrote 'Anita Ramirez ticket 355' on the paper, went into the lobby, and taped it to the wall.

Coming back outSydneye, she thanked the crowd, and told them they had contributed to a good cause, even if they didn't win.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

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Jade had realized that she had all three winning tickets, but had kept quiet about the other two women the night before. she spent some time on the wording of the notes she would send to Anita and Susan. she was sure they would show them to Karen, and she wanted to impress her as a lady.

"Hi, Anita. I've taped my winning raffle ticket, number 355, to this page below, as you can see. I won dates with both you and Karen on the same night. I guess I bought a lot of tickets because it was such a worthy cause, but now it is embarrassing to have dates with two beautiful women on the same night. Please forgive me for not being able to go out with you. It's not that you aren't extremely beautiful, you certainly are, but Karen is even more so. Sincerely, Jade Lamb."

He put this and a similar note to Susan in envelopes, and dropped both envelopes off at the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority house, where both women lived.

Monday, March 27, 2006

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Karen, Anita, and Susan were all in Karen's room, looking at Jade's notes.

"We have to plan this carefully," said Anita, "make sure that the creep gets what she deserves, and that we don't get caught in any violations of the law or the College's rules."

"Don't worry," said Karen, "when we're done with her, she'll wish she had never bought a single ticket, and we'll be in no trouble. I've got some wonderful ideas about what to do with her."

"I can't wait to hear your plans," said Susan, "this will be so much fun."

Friday, March 31, 2006

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At 6pm on the dot, there was a knock on Jade's door. Heart all a-flutter, she opened it, and was shocked to see all three women there waiting for her.

"You were so generous, buying so many tickets," said Susan, "that we couldn't cheat you out of what you had won. So you will have a date with all of us."

"Yes," said Anita, "you're entitled to the company of all three of us, and we're going to give you our undivided attention. What out and proud young lady wouldn't love that?"

"You aren't a scaredy cat, afraid of three women, are you, Jade?" asked Karen.

"No," said Jade, "I'm not afraid. I guess I'm the happiest woman in the world tonight."

But she didn't look that way as Susan and Anita each firmly gripped one of her arms as they all walked downstairs and outSydneye. Karen's car was parked in front of her dorm, and she got into the driver's seat. Still gripping her arms on either Sydneye, the other two women led her into the back seat, sitting her between them.

As they drove off campus, Karen explained that she planned a traditional first date, a movie and then dinner. Their first destination was the local multiplex, in the shopping mall not too far from the College. She asked Jade to give her $40 for four tickets.

Jade quickly got out her wallet and handed her the money, then put it back in her pocket. Karen noticed that she did it easily, and was not belted in.

"You're not wearing your seat belt, Jade," said Karen, "and that won't do. I want you to be safe. Buckle up."

Just as Jade was about to say that the two women in the back seat weren't wearing seat belts either, Anita grabbed the buckle portion of her belt, and Susan grabbed the latch portion. They belted her in, and tightened the belt an inch more than necessary.

"Don't worry," said Susan, "we'll keep her really safe."

She grabbed her right arm, and pinned it behind her, between her back and the seat. Anita did the same to her left arm.

"Hey, what are you girls doing?" said Jade. she tried to withdraw her arms, but they were both pinned very securely.

Anita pulled her shirt out of her pants, and began to poke her ribs on her left Sydneye.

Jade shrieked and tried to move to her right. she could only squirm over a fraction of an inch.

"Stop! That tickles," she said.

Susan pulled her shirt out on her right Sydneye, and began to knead her rib cage with her strong fingers.

Jade laughed and laughed as they kept kneading her ribs on both Sydneyes. Whichever way she wriggled, she was closer to one of the ticklers, and they relished her predicament. Her large breasts jiggling along as they continued.

They each kept her arms pinned with their backs, and began to use both hands to tickle her rib cage. she was obviously trying to talk, but laughing so hard that she couldn't get a word out.

"You shouldn't have called my friends 'girls', Jade, they are young women," said Karen, as she drove southward on a state highway. "I have an idea, Susan and Anita. Make sure she doesn't call you 'girls' again by keeping her busy laughing. Never let her stop laughing, keep tickling her. Never give her a moment's rest."

Anita and Susan needed no encouragement, they kept tickling her without mercy. After ten minutes, they were amused to see her face turn red, and tears begin to flow down her cheeks.

"It's so good to hear a girl’s laughter again, Jade. Let me tell you that I have a little sister, well, not so little any more, she grew up to be 6'4", and she’s going to college in Ohio. She's two years younger than I am, and I loved to tickle her when we were kids. I would pin her down, and tickle her senseless. The sound of her laughter was delightful to me. Unfortunately, she outgrew being ticklish. But you haven't. Here you are, a college sophomore, and you're obviously more ticklish than she ever was. I love the sound of your laughter, even though it is getting weaker. I just love it. Susan, Anita, don't stop. Keep her laughing until she’s blue in the face."

"Actually, her face is quite red now," said Anita, "and she’s got tears streaming down her cheeks. We have no intention of stopping, this is too much fun. I've never known a grown lady to be so ticklish."

"Neither have I," said Susan, "and I intend to enjoy it. You're very lucky that we're almost at the mall, Jade."

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As Karen pulled off the highway into the parking lot of the mall, the other women increased the pace of their tickling, until Jade was howling uncontrollably. She drove to the part of the parking lot near the multiplex, and noted that it was nowhere near as full as usual. That could be expected, the Friday night that Spring Break began. Most students had left the area to make a trip, or just to go home.

She parked near the multiplex, and Susan and Anita finally stopped tickling Jade. she continued to cry and laugh as Karen spoke to them.

“She might try to make a break for it, and take a bus somewhere. So give me her wallet, all that's in her pockets, and her glasses. Oh, her watch and rings, too."

As Jade's laughter finally subSydneyed, and the tears stopped flowing down her cheeks, the women unbelted her and emptied her pockets, giving all they contained to Karen. They then took off her watch, rings, and glasses, and gave them all to Karen, who put them in her large handbag.

"You aren't going to try to run for it, are you, Jade?" asked Karen.

Jade conSydneyered that she had no money or anything of value, and that she couldn't see well without her glasses, being very nearsighted. she conSydneyered that the women were all athletic and could run faster than she could.

"No, of course not, Karen, but how can I see the movie without my glasses?"

"It's a lousy movie anyway," said Karen, "it got awful reviews and has poor box office, too. I'm surprised it's still playing."

"But then why are we going to see it? There are 12 screens here, there must be something better."

"It's the only comedy playing here," said Karen, and she laughed at the look of horror on her face. "Nearly everybody here is going to see the new Harry Potter film, which is on 5 screens."

Karen got the four tickets at the box office, while Susan and Anita kept hold of Jade's arms. The four of them walked to the appropriate auditorium, and saw that it was nearly empty, only about a dozen people scattered between the 5th and 10th rows of seats.

Jade was not surprised when the women took her to the very last row of seats in the back, far from everybody else. she was not surprised when Susan sat on her left and Anita sat on her right. However, she was surprised when they each held one of her arms to an armrest, and Karen took some old stockings out of her purse.

Karen tied each of her arms to the armrest, both at the wrist and at the elbow. Then she tied her legs together at the knees, pulled her socks down, and tied her bare ankles together. She removed her shoes and socks, and then whispered in her ear.

"It was smart of you not to yell for help. Stay smart, and this date will be less torture than it can be. Not one word from you now. The only thing I want to hear from you is laughter, not one word. Nod if you understand."

Jade nodded, and saw Susan put a pillow on the floor near her bound ankles. she hadn't noticed her carrying it in, but she had, and now she sat down on it. Karen took her place in the chair on her left.

The lights dimmed, as the coming attractions ended. There was the stupid announcement about turning off your cell phone, and then the feature started.

Jade couldn't see the movie, but the dialog she heard was trite and not funny. The soundtrack has lots of phony laughs whenever there was what was supposed to be a comic moment on screen. Whenever that happened, Karen tickled her ribs and under her left arm, Anita tickled her ribs and under her right arm, and Susan tickled both of her feet. she shrieked and howled with laughter.

It soon became obvious that she feet were her most ticklish spot of all, and that scratching long fingernails over her soles drove her mad. The three women changed places every 20 minutes or so, and all got a chance to torment her sensitive soles.

Some of the people way in front of them turned to see what idiot thought this film was actually funny. None of her bondage was visible to them, they only saw three heads.

Some of the people left after the first half hour of the film. Jade wished that she could.

Obviously, she stayed tied in place, laughing hysterically at all the jokes and skits. Unfortunately for her, the scriptwriters believed in putting a laugh a minute into the script and soundtrack. At each laugh from the soundtrack, all three women tickled her furiously, and she laughed uproariously.

By the time the 110 minute film ended, her ribs and armpits were sore, her diaphragm ached, and her face was bright red again.

The women untied her during the closing credits, but Karen didn't give her her shoes and socks back. She carried them to the car, and threw them into the trunk, along with her other possessions from her handbag. She locked the trunk, and got into the driver's seat.

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Jade made no resistance as Anita and Susan belted her in again and pinned her arms.

"As a reward for your obedience, Jade, you are not being tickled while I explain what's next. Relish the next few minutes, of being able to breathe normally, Jade. But remember, you're still under orders not to speak. Not one word." She paused, while Susan gave her one surprise pinch on her ribs, making her yelp.

"Next, we're going to have supper, at a diner quite far from here. You may ask why go so far, but it is near to our final destination, a vacation cottage owned by my parents in the wilderness. It's about an hour's drive to the diner, and we should get there before they close, which is 10pm. After supper, we're going to spend the night in the cottage. Yes, you're going to spend the night with three beautiful women. But you may not enjoy what we intend to do to you."

All three women laughed at that.

"OK," said Karen, "now tickle her, tickle her without mercy, I want to hear her howl, all the way to the diner."

Anita and Susan dug into her ribs on both Sydneyes, and she began to laugh uncontrollably. With four hands moving endlessly over her ribs and armpits, she never stopped laughing. Her already sore ribs ached, as she laughed and squirmed. Susan began to taunt her as they tickled and tickled.

"Poor little Jade, so very ticklish, how sad for you. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's so much fun to tickle you, I don't see how we can ever stop. Tickle,tickle, tickle. It's a shame that I can't get to your feet now, but there will be plenty of time for that at the cottage. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Poor little ticklish baby girl, you are never going to forget this date. Tickle, tickle,tickle, Jade."

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An hour later, Karen pulled into the parking lot of the diner. She warned Jade to not say a word, and to be on her best behavior, if she hoped for any mercy from them later. Jade nodded, catching her breath.

A woman was just about to lock the door and put up a 'Closed' sign when Karen got out of the car. The other three waited in the car.

"Are we too late? Four for dinner," said Karen.

"No, come on in, it's been a slow night," said the woman, a redhead in a waitress uniform who appeared to be about 30. "I'm Martha. You'll be our last customers, and the grill is already cleaned up, you'll have to have cold food."

The four students entered the diner, Jade being held by both arms. Martha didn't mention her bare feet, even though there was the usual sign, 'Shoes and shirt required' on the door. She put the 'Closed' sign on the door after they entered.

They went to a large booth, meant for six, so that Susan and Anita could sit on either Sydneye of Jade. Karen sat opposite her. Martha put down four menus, and asked if they wanted anything to drink right away.

"Four regular coffees," said Karen.

Martha nodded, and left the main room, going into the kitchen.

As soon as she left, Anita and Susan began to tickle Jade's ribs again, and Karen reached down and grabbed her right ankle, pulling her right foot up into her lap. She trapped it there, hooking one leg over her ankle, and raked her nails over her tender sole.

Jade was shrieking with laughter, laughing uproariously. Anita pulled her shirt up over her head, entangling her arms in it. she and Susan now tickled her bare torso, while Karen continued to tickle her bare foot.

When Martha reappeared with four coffees, they stopped tickling her, and looked a little embarrassed. Jade gasped and regained her breath, but never spoke.

"Oh, you don't have to stop tickling her on my account," said Martha, "it looks like fun, she seems so very ticklish." She put down the four coffees, leaned over the table, and gave her a tickle on the ribs herself. she shrieked with burst of laughter.

"It is fun," said Martha. "But that shirt doesn't do a very good job of restraining her arms. Let me get some duct tape for you." She went back into the kitchen.

The three women were dumbstruck at that remark, but soon saw Martha return with a roll of gray duct tape.

"Put her wrists together behind her back," she said.

Susan and Anita got Jade out of the booth, stood her up, removed her shirt from around her arms, and soon had her arms behind her back, wrists together. Martha wrapped duct tape around her wrists and forearms until they were quite secure.

"Let me get her legs now," said Martha.

She bent down and wrapped duct tape around her thighs and also around her calves, binding her legs together. she would have fallen if not for the two women holding her up.

Susan and Anita put her back on the booth between them, and Karen now put both of her feet in her lap.

"Ready to order?" asked Martha.

"I'll have ham and cheese on a roll," said Susan, "with mustard."

"I want roast beef with mustard on rye bread," said Anita.

"Give me a double roast beef sandwich on a roll, twice the usual amount of meat, with horse radish if you've got it," said Karen, "and she will just have a green salad, no dressing."

"Be ready in a few minutes," said Martha, smiling as she noted that they all began to tickle Jade again.

About ten minutes later, Martha returned with a tray with their food, and another woman was behind her, also a redhead, clearly her sister, as she looked so similar. She appeared to be about 32 or 33, and was the same height as Martha, 5'10".

They could see that Jade was red in the face, with tears streaming down her cheeks as she laughed and laughed. The three women seated had not stopped tickling her this time when Martha returned.

"I'm Mary, the cook here," said the other woman, "my sister and I own this place. I see she wasn't exaggerating when she told me you had the most ticklish woman in the world with you. My, she is so cute and helpless, and so very ticklish. Could we have a turn while you eat?"

"Of course," said Karen, "she's all yours. Enjoy yourselves!"

Anita and Susan put Jade on her belly on the floor, her bound arms still behind her back. Mary sat on her rump, and began to tickle her ribs. Martha sat on her bound calves, and tickled her feet.

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The three students took their time enjoying their sandwiches. They decided to eat Jade's salad, too, since she was in no condition to enjoy it herself. Slightly out of their sight on the floor, they could hear her laughing and howling, and they could hear Mary taunting her.

"Such a ticklish baby girl, so cute and so helpless. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Do you know what I wish? I wish I could tickle you all night, and all day tomorrow. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Such a ticklish baby! It's going to be hard to give you back to your friends, I'm having so much fun. Tickle, tickle, tickle."

They enjoyed their meal to the sound of her agonized laughter, and discussed their plans for after graduation. Karen was undecided about which law school to attend, having gotten in to both Wilson College's own law school, and also one in Pittsburgh. Anita was sure where she was going, to NYU's medical school. She could be near her family again while attending there. Susan was not yet sure which PhD program in computer science she would attend, but she had already received admission and research assistantships from MSU and Duke.

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Leaving her sister to continue to tickle Jade, Martha got up and returned to the table.

"Any dessert?" she asked. "I can give you half price on the chocolate cake, it being the end of the day with that cake left over. We guarantee fresh cake every day."

All three women agreed to have the chocolate cake, and Martha brought them all a slice. She put a fourth slice, in a cardboard box, on the table.

"That's the last slice, you may want to feed her later," she said, "it's on the house, because of the fun we're having."

She retuned to where Jade was, and saw that Mary was now ticking her feet, so she sat down and attacked her underarms and ribs.

As they relished the sound of her now weak and pathetic laughter, Karen smiled.

"This is working out even better than I planned," she said.

They all grinned as Martha and Mary continued to tickle her. They proceeded to eat their cake.

When they were done, Martha got up and presented the check to Karen, who paid her in cash, including a generous tip.

The three of them went into the women's restroom. When they returned, they could see that Martha and Mary were still tickling Jade, who was squirming and wriggling, and laughing very weakly.

"I'm afraid that she no longer needs to use the restroom," said Mary. She and Martha finally stopped tickling her, she flipped her onto her back, exposing a huge urine stain on her pants.

"Gross," said Susan, "tickled until she peed herself."

"I don't want that smell in my car," said Karen, "is it OK if we clean her up here? And can we put her pants and underwear into the trash here?"

"Sure," said Mary, "and there's no need to untape her and then re-tape her. I'll just get a scissors and cut her pants off."

Mary soon did so, and Jade was lying on the floor in duct tape, but otherwise naked.

"Well, I guess she’s a not a little girl in every way, look at the size of those stiff nipples," said Anita.

All five women laughed at that remark, and Jade blushed bright red.

Martha got some hot water and towels, and soon had her all washed off. Her cut, soiled pants and briefs were tossed into the garbage dumpster.

"I do think that naughty girls who pee on our clean floor need to be punished," said Mary. "Could I give her a spanking on her bare bottom?" she asked Karen.

"Absolutely, that will be fun to watch," said Karen.

They positioned Jade so that she was bent over a table, with more duct tape holding her in place. Mary patted her rump tenderly, and grinned.

"This is going to be fun. 100 from me, and 100 from my sister, you naughty girl. Are you afraid?"

Jade didn't answer, and Karen explained.

"I've forbidden her to talk. she knows that her only hope for eventual mercy from us is to obey me, in every respect."

"Very wise," said Mary, "I'm sure she has nothing much to say anyway. Although I guarantee she will soon be crying out in pain."

Mary began using her hand, spanking each cheek alternately. She gradually increased the force she was using, and she was soon crying out "Oww" with each spank.

At 50 spanks, she switched to using a wooden spoon. This had her screaming "OWWW!" with every stroke. she was crying by the time she reached 90.

Martha came up and took the wooden spoon from her sister.

"No mercy from me, ticklish baby girl. I'm the one who cleans the floors around here. All 100 with the spoon."

Martha didn't bother to count for her, just whacked her steadily with the spoon, and she was soon sobbing uncontrollably. She continued without a pause until she had gotten the full 100 spanks, and her bottom was red and sore all over.

Jade was still crying when they untaped her from the table, but left her arms and legs bound. Anita and Susan carried her to the car, while Karen stayed behind.

"What days is the diner closed?" she asked.

"We stay open on weekends, and close on Mondays," said Mary.

Karen wrote down an address for her. "Come and visit us here on Monday," she said, "if you enjoyed tickling her."

Martha and Mary both grinned, like cats who have cornered a little mouse.

"How early can we arrive?" asked Martha.

"Oh, 9am should be alright," said Karen, "see you on Monday."

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In the car, Susan had an amusing idea about how to feed Jade the cake. She put her down on the floor of back seat, uncomfortable with the drive shaft bump under her bound arms.

She then removed her shoes and socks, and smeared a bit of the cake on the sole of her foot. She ordered her to lick it off, and she did so. She continued to smear portions of the cake on her soles, and order her to lick them. off.

Anita liked this way of humiliating her, and took off her shoes and socks, too. They traded places so she could have some of the fun.

Karen congratulated Susan on a brilliant idea, and announced that Jade would eat all of her meals that way, licked off their soles, for the duration of this date.

"Just one more wonderful feature of this wonderful date that you won, Jade," she concluded. They all laughed at her as she licked the last crumbs of cake from Anita's right sole.

It was almost midnight when they arrived at the cottage, a three bedroom structure in a wooded area, far from any neighbors. The women released Jade from the duct tape, and let her use the bathroom. They led her to a bedroom, which she saw had a bed with a sturdy brass frame. she was put into an adult diaper, and then into a straightjacket. Her ankles were put into padded cuffs and then locked together. Her cuffed ankles were tied to the railing at the foot of the bed. D-rings in the shoulders of the straightjacket where tied to the brass railing of the headboard.

Karen, now ready for bed in just panties and an oversize T-shirt, climbed up on the bed and showed off her fabulous legs to her. She sat on the bed near her head, and put her thighs in her view, inches from her face.

"I have great legs, don't I, Jade? You think I didn't notice you staring at them at the games? Look how beautiful they are."

When she saw that she was drenched in wetness she climbed down. she patted her lightly on the groin.

"You will just have to go to sleep frustrated, knowing that you will never touch my fabulous legs, Jade. And I'm going to leave you in this state every single night here."

All three women laughed at her, and they left her there in her frustrated arousal.

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Jade was awakened at 8am by tickling on her feet, and saw Karen at the foot of the bed. She was still wearing just her underpants and an oversized T-Shirt. She stopped tickling her, came up to her head, and stared deep into her eyes.

"Let's get some things straight, right now, Jade. I don't like you much. I regard you as a pathetic little perv who lusts after me. If you had given money to the cheerleading squad out of generosity, that would be admirable. But you just wanted to win me, to have possession of me for the duration of a date. So it was creepy, what you did, buying all those tickets. Now I have possession of you, instead. And there are two alternatives, as to your fate."

She paused, and let her take in that she was dead serious. She could see the fear in her eyes, real fear for the first time.

"Alternative one, if you are a very well-behaved little girl, who obeys all of my orders, then you will be returned to your dorm room on the evening of Sunday, April 9, in good health, without a mark on you. We'll even give you your wallet and jewelry back. Alternative two, if you disobey me or annoy me in any way, is that I'll leave you tied up in the woods overnight. I'll smear some fresh raw hamburger on you to attract the wolves. They wolves will eat you, and all the police will eventually find will be your gnawed bones, if they even find that."

Jade began to tremble, and Karen reassured her by kissing her tenderly on the forehead.

"Not to worry, I'm sure that you'll be the most obedient little ticklish baby girl that ever was, won't you?"

Jade nodded her head vigorously. "Very good," said Karen, "and now it's time for your breakfast."

She untied her cuffs and straightjacket form the bed, but left her bound in them. she picked her up off the bed, and placed her flat on her back on the floor. She placed a chair over her, with her head sticking out in front of the seat. She sat in the chair.

"Susan, bring the peanut butter," she called out loudly.

Susan and Anita came into the room. They had gotten dressed already, and were wearing jeans and T-shirts, with pink socks and running shoes. Susan handed Karen a large jar of peanut butter.

"I'm afraid that you are not going to have much variation in your diet, Jade," said Karen. "I've decided that you will subsist on peanut butter and water for all of spring break. The former to be licked off our soles, of course."

She smeared peanut butter on her dirty sole, and put it above Jade's mouth.

"Your are to lick and lick, until I tell you to stop, whether you think it's all licked off or not. I'll refresh it when I wish, and change feet when I wish. Your job is to lick, with full tongue extension, over and over again. Go to it, ticklish baby girl.”

"You should conSydneyer yourself lucky to only be licking my size 12 feet," said Karen, after she had been licking her soles for about ten minutes, "because Anita suggested that we also make you lick it out of our butt cracks, but I told her that was too gross."

Anita looked surprised, as she had made no such suggestion, but Jade was too busy licking to notice. She nodded at Karen in understanding, that she was being used as the 'bad cop' in Karen's game.

After half an hour of licking from her soles, Karen told her to stop.

"Get her bathed and change her diaper while I take my morning run," she said, getting up from the chair. "I had a little talk with her earlier, and you should find her quite docile and obedient. Report it to me if she isn't."

After Karen left the room, the other two women got Jade out of her bonds, and removed her soiled diaper. They led her, naked, to the bathroom, where they told her to get into the tub. They told her to keep still, and they bathed her, as if she were a toddler, washing every part of her body. After ordering her out of the tub, they dried her off.

They ordered her back to the bed, and told her to stretch out with her legs together and her arms above her head. Susan put her wrists in padded cuffs, and tied each cuff to the nearest brass bedpost. She used soft rope to tie her elbows towards each other. she put a leather belt around her waist, and tied it to each Sydneye of the bed.

Meanwhile, Anita put the cuffs back on her ankles, and locked them together. She tied her ankle cuffs to the railing at the foot of the bed. She used soft rope to tie her legs together both above and below the knees. She tied these ropes to the Sydneyes of the bed with more rope. she tied her big toes together with soft yarn, and tied them back to the D-rings in her ankle cuffs. She spent some time tying each of her other 8 toes back to the cuffs also.

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Karen, in her jogging clothes, nodded approvingly at her helplessness.

"Excellent job, totally helpless on the bed, ribs, armpits, and feet exposed to our touch. This is how you're going to spend your spring break, Jade, on this fabulous date that you won. Totally vulnerable, at our mercy, and we intend to have none. You two get started with her morning tickle torture while I shower."

Susan and Anita sat on chairs near her feet, and Susan took out a box full of implements. Her feet were so sensitive that they all tickled, but they soon were able to find the ones that worked best.

Using their finger first, they found that the feathers and soft brushes were useless, not as good as their fingers in producing a ticklish reaction. The knitting needle and the ordinary toothbrushes were about the same as using their fingers. They found that the plastic pronged hairbrushes drove her wild, but nothing prepared them for her reaction to the Sonicare electric toothbrushes.

When they were each using a Sonicare on her feet, she howled and thrashed so much that the whole bed shook. Her eyes bugged out, and her laughter sounded like that of a madwoman.

"We hit the jackpot with these," said Susan to Karen, who had just come back into the room from her shower. “She goes absolutely berserk."

"So I see," said Karen, “She is absolutely in tickle hell with those. I'll call the drug store to deliver four more of them, so we call each use one in both hands later."

As Karen went to make the phone call, Anita and Susan moved the brushes over, under, around, and between her toes. she was sobbing and laughing uncontrollably, but her struggles were becoming weaker.

Karen returned, holding some things in her hands. "Stop tickling her for a moment, I have to gag her. They said they'd have the brushes here in half an hour, and I want her silent when the delivery is made."

They stopped, and she went over to her head, and waited a minute for her laughter and sobs to cease.

"Open your mouth, and stick your tongue out, Jade," she ordered.

She did so, and she took one of the socks she had just been jogging in and wrapped it around her tongue.

"I turned it inSydneye out, Jade, so that you can taste the part that was pressed up against my sole. Wasn't that thoughtful of me?"

She shoved her tongue and most of the sock into her mouth, but it was too much cloth to fit entirely inSydneye. She used a stocking tied between her teeth and around her head to secure the sock in place.

"Start tickling her again, let's see how much sound she can make," said Karen.

As the others applied the Sonicares to her arches, Karen dug into her rib cage with gusto. she thrashed and squirmed, but only a tiny muffled remnant of her laughter came out of her mouth through the gag.

"It will do," said Karen.

They tickled her without ceasing. When the doorbell rang, Karen went out to get the delivery, closing the door to that bedroom behind her. She paid a small fortune for four Sonicares, charging it on her credit card. Upon returning to the bedroom, she was pleased to see that the others had still never stopped tickling her. She removed her gag, remarking that now she wanted to hear her shriek and howl.

In a moment, Jade's helpless bare feet where subject to all six Sonicares, moving relentlessly up and down her soles. she howled like some inhuman creature, once again making the whole bed shake with her struggles.

"Oh, this is wonderful," said Anita, "we're driving her crazy."

"You hear that, Jade," said Susan, "we intend to tickle you into madness, until you go insane."

"If you don't go literally insane from the endless tickling," said Karen, "it won't be from lack of trying. Think of this, Jade, this is only your morning tickle torture. After lunch, you'll get your afternoon tickle torture. And after dinner, we intend to amuse ourselves with, can your guess?, your evening tickle torture. And all of that is just your first day here at the cottage, only your first day."

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Jade's lunch was peanut butter, licked from Susan's soles. She had been wearing her shoes and heavy socks all morning, and the peanut butter tasted sweaty. Jade wisely said nothing. They hadn't bothered to untie her from the bed, Susan just sat in a chair near the head of the bed and extended her feet to her mouth.

After her lunch, Karen told her that Susan suggested they spank her, harder than Martha and Mary had, until her bottom was all bruised and purple. But she had reminded Susan that she was to have no marks on her, as long as she behaved, she reassured her.

Susan gave her a dirty look for making this up, but not so that Jade could see it. It had the intended effect, Jade was looking at Karen with increased adoration, as her protector.

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Jade's dinner was peanut butter, licked from Anita's soles. She also put some between her toes, and ordered her to suck her toes one by one.

Her evening tickle torture was the longest session of the day, from 7pm to 11pm. They attacked all parts of her body, and found some spots where even she had not known that she was ticklish--behind her knees and on her collarbones. she felt totally exhausted, half dead in fact. she didn't know if she could survive another full week of this, until the end of spring break.

When she was tied down in her straight jacket and ready for sleep, Karen kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

"Tell me, Jade, are you sorry that you bought the raffle tickets?"

Jade nodded her head.

"Are you aware that you're going to be tickle tortured tomorrow, and Monday, and Tuesday, and so on, until next Sunday, when we finally take you back to the College?"

Jade nodded her head.

"Would you do anything that I wanted, anything, if only we would stop tickling you?"

Jade nodded her head vigorously.

Karen laughed. "What a shame, because what I want is to tickle you, to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you even more. So doing what I want is letting me tickle you endlessly, mercilessly, ruthlessly, every single day. Not that you have any choice in the matter, ticklish little baby girl. I've got you here as my tickle toy, and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

She tickled her feet with her fingers for ten minutes, just to emphasize the point. Then she fingered her through the diaper, until she was totally soaked, and left her to stew in frustration.

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On the morning of her third day at the cottage, Jade had no idea that the day would be any different from the previous two. It started off the same, with Karen waking her up with tickles, and having her lick her breakfast off of her dirty soles. Then she was given her bath and tied to the bed, as usual, by Susan and Anita.

The three women began with an all-out assault on her feet, with all six Sonicares. she was shrieking and howling, thrashing in her bonds, and once again beginning to cry from laughing so hard.

When the doorbell rang just before 9am, Jade had a surge of hope. An unexpected visitor was here, and might result in her being freed. she was surprised that Susan and Anita continued to tickle her, and that Karen left the bedroom door open as she went to the front door.

He was sure that the visitor must she hearing her loud laughter, and she was more hopeful as she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom. But her heart sank when she saw who was there--Martha and Mary, the women from the diner on Friday night.

Karen laughed at the look of disappointment and horror on her face.

"I'm sure that you remember Martha and Mary, the sisters who own that nice diner. They happened to be in the neighborhood, and just dropped by. I do believe that that they might be interested in amusing themselves here. Is there any chance that you object to them tickling you? It would be very rude of you to be so unkind to my guests."

Jade made no response to the rhetorical question, but continued to laugh uproariously as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Karen handed the two Sonicares she had been using to the sisters, and pointed towards Jade's feet.

"We've discovered that these drive her absolutely mad on her soles and toes. Do have a try," she said.

Anita and Mary now tickled Jade's left foot, while Susan and Martha tickled her right foot, all moving the Sonicares over her sensitive soles and toes.

Karen tickled her collarbones, while looking down into her eyes and taunting her.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, my little ticklish baby girl. You're really in for it today, two extra ticklers, all day long. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Let me tell you what I love most about this situation, Jade. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It's that you know that you're totally helpless, utterly at my mercy, you realize that I have the power to release you, or to tickle you all day long. Tickle, tickle, tickle. And you realize that I want to tickle you all day long, and that I'm going to do just that. Tickle, tickle, tickle. The look of helpless, hopeless pleading in your eyes is like a drug to me. Tickle, tickle, tickle. It is hopeless, and you are helpless. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Utterly defenseless, and all mine to tickle. Tickle, tickle,tickle. And I intend to enjoy every moment of it. Tickle, tickle, tickle, my little baby tickle toy."

She continued to savor the helpless pleading look in her eyes, as they all kept right on tickling her. Soon her thrashing became weak, as did her laughter. After a while, she was only quivering in ticklish agony, as tears flowed down her cheeks, and an almost silent laugh came from her mouth.

"We call this the jelly state," said Susan to the sisters from the diner, "when she seems to become just like a big lump of jelly, quaking and quivering, but not moving much, and not making much noise. It's pure hell for her, I'm sure."

"And a lot of fun for us," said Martha, who had moved up to Jade's rib cage, and was playing her ribs like a piano. "She's obviously desperate for us to stop, but we won't, not for hours."

"Exactly," said Mary ,"she's being driven crazy by the endless tickling, and there's nothing she can do about, just suffer, and pray that it will end. It's so much fun to make sure that it doesn't end, that her tickling goes on and on and on. Too bad you'll all be back at school next Monday, I could get used to torturing this cute little tickle toy."

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After seeing Jade lick her lunch off of the soles of Susan's feet, Martha and Mary asked if they could be the ones to serve her dinner. Anita agreed to give up her turn, and Jade was lucky to have a dinner break that was longer than usual, licking all four of their soles thoroughly. Martha and Mary enjoyed the sensation of her tongue on their soles, as well as the idea of her being obliged to lick their feet.

Karen made up for this by extending the evening session past midnight. It was actually 1am when the cheerleaders said good-bye to Martha and Mary.

Thursday, April 6, 2006

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As Jade was licking peanut butter off of Anita's soles for her dinner, Karen and Susan were talking in the kitchen.

"My program cracked her password this morning," said Susan, "I told you not to worry. We can now send emails in her name, from her own account. It's all set. I've programmed the email I showed you to go out, recorded as being from her own computer in the dorm as well as from her account, at 5am on Monday morning."

"Excellent," said Karen, "this should really work out well, if I know Dean Heart."

They both laughed at the presumed reaction of the elderly feminist author and scholar, Dean of Students Melissa Heart, to this email when it would be brought to her attention.

"You and Anita don't mind making the final speeches I wrote for you?" asked Karen.

"No problem," said Susan. "We'll never see her again anyway. I hope your plan works."

Sunday, April 9, 2006

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Knowing that it was the last day of Jade's tickle torture inspired the three women to be more cruel than ever. They skipped her lunch as well as their own, and just tickled her without mercy from 9am until 6pm. Whenever she was close to fainting, they let up just enough to keep her conscious and laughing. They kept her in the jelly state for hours, in absolute tickle hell, quivering and sobbing as she laughed, unable to defend herself against the endless tickling.

Her session after dinner lasted until midnight, and was equally merciless. Karen kissed her on the forehead tenderly when it was over, and spoke to her.

"You have been a very obedient little ticklish baby girl, and I will keep my promise, you're going back to campus now, unharmed, without a mark on you."

After bathing her and changing her diaper one last time, they wrapped her in a blanket, and tied it around her. Her head stuck out one end, and her bare feet out the other. she was dumped into the back of the car, on the floor, for the trip back to campus.

As Karen drove, Anita and Susan took turns tickling her feet with two Sonicares, and she laughed all the way back.

Monday, April 10, 2006

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At 4am, Susan and Anita carried Jade, still tied in the blanket, up to her dorm room. Karen, walking ahead of them, opened the door with her keys. She set the alarm clock on her bedSydneye table as the other two dumped her onto the bed.

Karen showed her her wallet, with all the contents still in it, her glasses, her rings, her watch, and her keys. She put them all on her desk.

"I've set your alarm for 9am. Your first class is Chemistry, at 10am. I'll be going now. I hope that you enjoyed our date. I know that I did."

She kissed her tenderly on the forehead, and left the room.

Susan and Anita just stood there, waiting until they heard her car drive off.

"Personally, I wanted to scratch your eyes out, so you wouldn't be able to stare at any more cheerleaders," said Anita, "but Karen persuaded me to do it her way, so you're back here unharmed."

"What I wanted to do was cut your clit off," said Susan, "for staring at my legs so much. With my own knife."

She took a wicked looking carving knife out of her purse, with a serrated 8" blade. Jade began to tremble as she brought the knife towards her, and she held her breath.

She used the knife to cut the ropes around the blanket. Jade began to breathe again.

"You're lucky that Karen convinced me not to," she concluded, and she and Anita left the room.

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It was after her afternoon class in history that Jade got a text message on her cell phone. It said to come to the Dean of Students Office, immediately.

She was surprised to be ushered into Dean Heart's office as soon as she got there. She was notorious for making student wait to see her, even students with appointments.

Dean Heart pointed to a chair in front of her desk, and Jade sat down.

"You may be expelled from this college for sexual harassment. Do you have anything to say about what you've done?"

"I don't know what I'm supposed to have done. Please, I can't be expelled. My grandparents, it's vital that I graduate from here."

"Just answer some questions for me then," said the Dean. "Did you go on a date that you won by a fund raising raffle, a date with Karen Fletcher?"

"Yes."

"Did you have sexual relations with on that date?"

"No."

"What was the extend of your physical contact?"

"She kissed me on the forehead. That's all." Jade didn't care to mention the rest of what had happened, or the length of the date.

"Well, your story matches hers, so maybe we can find a way not to expel you. If you had lied, you would be a goner. I must say, though, that after this email, you certainly don't deserve any leniency."

She handed her a sheet of paper from her color computer printer. she gasped.

"Don't pretend to be shocked, young lady. Our computer services department says that went out from your account, from the computer in your dorm room, at 6am this morning. Deny it, and I will have security remove you from campus immediately, this minute, as a danger to all the women at the College. You will be expelled today if you deny it."

Jade said nothing. The paper had the title on top, "They may look hot, but these cheerleaders are all FRIGID BITCHES!"

Underneath were pictures of five naked women, holding cheerleader pom-poms. All their bodies were different, but they all had Karen's head. The photo editing was crude, and anybody could see that the heads didn't quite fit on the bodies.

"That email went out to every student account in the College. By 10am, five different student came by to give me a copy and ask me to investigate it. Karen herself came here at 10:30. She is the only reason I'm not expelling you summarily."

Jade looked very surprised.

"That's right, she argued for leniency. She said that you were really rather a sad case, pathetic rather than dangerous, with a terrible crush on her. She said you were heartbroken when your date with her didn't work out as you hoped. She did think that you should contribute to the cheerleaders' travel fund to make up for the salacious images of cheerleaders that you emailed."

The Dean paused to let that sink in.

"I told her that wouldn't be enough, that you must also agree to be some kind of training, to learn to respect women as people, not as pieces of meat for your enjoyment. Now, we may be able to work something out. But what was it you were saying about your grandparents? What do they have to do with your being so afraid of being expelled?"

"My mother's parents met while they were students here, both class of 1958. My mother went here also, class of 1982."

"And I'm supposed to keep you here because your grandparents will die of shock if you're expelled?"

"No, they died 10 years ago, together, in a car accident. They left me a trust fund, to be given to me on my 25th birthday, but only if I graduate from this college, where they met. Otherwise, my mother gets it. She doesn't need it, she got the rest of their estate. But she would never give any of it to me, she thinks I'm irresponsible. That's why I came to this college in the first place, the trust fund."

"I see," said the Dean. "I'm inclined to agree with your mother, but it's really none of my business, your trust fund. The point is that Karen is the offended party, and if she and I can agree on a program of reform and re-education for you, then I will allow you to stay here, and perhaps earn your trust fund by graduating in 2008."

"Thank you, Dean Heart, and thank Ms. Fletcher for me, when you talk to her about this. I appreciate that she is willing to give me a break."

"Not that you deserve it, but I will confer with her about this. I'm curious, though, how much is in that trust fund?"

"I'm not sure exactly, but it was over $4 million the last year when I got a statement from the bank which is the trustee."

At this point the Dean consulted her appointment book.

"Come and see me in two weeks, Monday the 24th, at 4pm. You may go now, Jade."

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There was a note under Jade's door when she got back to her room.

"Hi, Jade. It seems that Susan did a little mischief, breaking into your computer account. She told me all about it. She shouldn't have done it. I've asked the Dean to be lenient with you, without telling her that you really didn't do it, of course. I hope you don't get expelled. -Karen."

Friday, April 14, 2006

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"It's incredible, Susan," said Karen, as they sat on the bed in her room, "it has worked out splendidly. It seems that Jade has got to graduate from this college, or lose a huge trust fund. Dean Heart and I are have another meeting about what to arrange for her. I'm going to arrange it so that I own her until she graduates."

"Very amusing, Karen," said Susan, "and I wish you luck with your personal tickle toy."

Monday, April 24, 2006

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When Jade came into Dean Heart's office, there were three women waiting for her, the Dean, Karen, and a woman who looked a lot like Karen, but at least five years older, and perhaps an inch taller.

"This is my older sister, Kristine," said Karen, "she's a lawyer. I asked her to sit in on this meeting for reasons that will be obvious to you soon."

Jade shook hands with Kristine, and sat down. The Dean handed her some papers.

"I want to explain what's in those papers before you sign them. You don't have to, of course, but the alternative that you will be expelled for the sexual harassment of Karen."

Jade nodded, and waited for her to continue.

"You will be on disciplinary probation from today until the day that you graduate. My office will oversee that probation. To be allowed to graduate, you must complete the program we set forth in the document that you are holding. There are three parts to your program, all three of which you must complete satisfactorily."

Jade nodded again, and the Dean coughed before going on.

"The first part is the easiest. You will send a check to the foundation that Ms. Kristine Fletcher has set up for the Cheerleading Squad, to provide for their future travel and uniform expenses. You send it within 30 days. The check will be for $20,000. I hope that's not a problem for you."

"I'll be able to do it, I have some money that my father's parents gave me when I was 18, it will be tight, but I'll manage it."

"Excellent," said the Dean. "The second part of your program involves your part time job during the next two academic years, your junior and senior years."

"But I don't have a part time job," said Jade.

"You will," said the Dean. "You will agree to work 20 hours a week for the Tau Kappa Lambda sorority, which has most of the cheerleaders in it. That way you will learn to respect them. Karen, here, is going to go to our own law school, and will continue to live in that sorority house. She has agreed to be your supervisor for this job, which will involve work inSydneye the house. You will do whatever you are told to do, be it cleaning the toilets or painting the basement. Is that understood? If Karen reports to me that you are not completely satisfactory in fulfilling your duties, your probation will be revoked, and you will be expelled. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Dean Heart," said Jade, with a bit of fear in her voice.

"Don't worry, Jade," said Karen, "I'm quite sure that you'll prove to be satisfactory. I'll arrange a schedule with you, 5 hours a day for four days, that fits around both of our class schedules. I'll be closely supervising you all the time."

Jade nodded, and guessed that meant four long tickle torture sessions every week, in the sorority house. she wondered how many of the other women there Karen would invite to join in.

"Finally," said the Dean, we come to the third part of your program. Summer jobs, this summer and the summer after your junior year."

"But I'm going to Europe this summer," said Jade.

"If you wish to complete the program and not be expelled, you're going to cancel those plans," said the Dean. "You are agreeing, by signing this document, to take a summer job these two summers with a woman boss, which will teach you that straight women can sometimes have the leadership role. In particular, you will be working in the law offices of Kristine Fletcher, Esquire."

"Yes," said Kristine, "we will hire you for 40 hours a week, for 12 weeks, each summer. You begin on Monday, June 5. You will be closely supervised by my sister, Karen, who will also be working in my offices in the summers."

Karen smiled at her, and Jade's heart sank.

"I'll be paying you only the minimum wage," said Kristine, "but I've decided to give you a free lunch every day, even if it is only peanut butter."

Both sisters smiled at her, and Jade realized that Kristine knew.

"If Kristine says that your work is not satisfactory," said the Dean, "then your probation will be revoked, and you will be expelled. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Dean Heart," Jade said in the voice of a condemned man.

"Then sign the papers and give them to me," said the Dean.

Jade signed, and gave the papers to the Dean. She told them that she had to go meet with the Provost now, but that they could stay in her office if they needed to talk more about the details of Jade's employment that summer.

She left the office.

Kristine handed Jade her card, with the address of her law offices.

"I'll see you promptly at 8am on June 5, Jade, won't I?"

"Yes, Ms. Fletcher."

"Look, there will be two Ms. Fletchers that you'll be seeing all summer, so call me 'Ms. Kristine' and my sister 'Ms. Karen', OK?"

"Yes, Ms. Kristine."

"Don't look so glum, Jade," said Kristine, "you'll like the job, I'm sure. You'll be working from 8 to 12 in a very comfortable air-conditioned basement. It used to hold our law library, before we computerized. It was sound-proofed for that reason."

She paused, and let that sink in.

"You and Karen will be the only ones working down there. You'll have a lot of laughs together, I'm sure."

Both sisters grinned at her, like cats grinning at a cornered mouse.

"At noon, you get an hour for lunch," said Kristine. "I'll come downstairs most days and give you the free peanut butter myself."

Jade nodded, looking down at her feet. Kristine was wearing black stockings and low-heeled pumps, as you might expect a woman lawyer to wear at work. Her feet looked about the same size as Karen's. Karen laughed at the direction of her gaze, and Kristine slipped her right foot out of the pump and wriggled her toes at her. She slipped her foot back into the shoe, and continued speaking.

"At 1pm, it's back to work for you and Karen. Your day ends at 5, but if Karen needs you to work overtime, or to come in on weekends, I'm somehow sure that you won't complain, will you?"

"No, Ms. Kristine, I'll work whatever hours you and Ms. Karen want."

"Good," said Kristine, "I knew you would have the right attitude for this job."

"Most days," said Karen, "I'll probably give you your dinner break at 7 or 8pm, and let you go home by 11pm. That should give you enough time to get some sleep, and be back at 8am sharp, shouldn't it?"

"Yes, Ms. Karen," said Jade.

"As far as weekends go, most weekends I'll want you in at 8am on Saturday, and who knows how long I'll keep you, maybe until Sunday night. Is that alright with you, Jade?"

"Yes, Ms. Karen," said Jade.

Both sisters grinned at her again, and got up to leave. As Jade also got out of her chair, Karen came over and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

"You're all mine, ticklish baby girl, I own you for the next two years, and I do intend to enjoy every moment of it."

-the end-

Original Tale: Everything's Always OK [F/f, implied M/F, NC]

Original Author: clean_kitchen

Original Date: • Start dateSep 23, 2013

Source; Ticklingforum Website

Here's one I had knocking around in my head for a while in kind of a horror/Halloween vein.

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The job should have been easy. I had babysat and watched people's kids many times. It's not my favorite, but it's doable. And Sydney wasn't a child. At nineteen, the only reason she even needed a "sitter" was because of the accident. Actually, that's not true. The reason she needed a "sitter" was because her overprotective mom insisted on it.

She still babied the bitch. The accident had left her quadriplegic, and her mom had devoted herself to caring for her around the clock these past ten years, so I suppose I can understand it to a point. But it bordered on the creepy. In her eyes she could never do any wrong. If she ever did something that wasn't exactly how she knew she wanted it, she apologized almost desperately and promised to fix it right away. I suppose she maybe felt guilty about the cow's condition? I was never real clear on the details of the accident, and it seemed a touchy subject, so I never asked.

Her daddy, Peter, was the same way when she was around. His job required a lot of travel, so he was away a lot. That made it even harder on Jamie, who rarely had much help taking care of Sydney. She got out, of course, to run errands, but she rarely had much time to herself.

It didn't surprise me, then, when they asked me to come over that night so they could have a rare date night. Our families had been neighbors for years. I didn't know Sydney well. she always seemed a little withdrawn and depressed to me, but who could blame him? His mom insisted on calling me a "sitter," but I figured Sydney was an adult, so it just would just amount to going over and hanging out for a while.

Jamie seemed nervous when I came over, like a new mother leaving her baby with someone else for the first time. She gave me way too many instructions, and seemed reluctant to leave. Sydney barked from the living room about not having his drink nearby. It sounded rude to me. I couldn't talk to my mom like that even now. But Jamie sweetly apologized for the mistake and quickly brought Sydney's drink over to him. she didn't even thank her.

I refused the money they tried to pay me. I didn't want to take advantage of the situation. I said they could just leave some money for pizza, and we'd be fine. This led to a fifteen-minute conversation about how Sydney liked his pizza, delivered with the urgency of someone conveying a life-saving procedure. This lady was over the top. I was starting to empathize with Sydney's lack of patience with this mom.

After a final round of good-byes, they finally left. AS they walked out the door, Peter put his hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye, and said, "Remember: everything's always OK," with an earnestness that caught me off-guard. Then they were gone.

I walked into the living room where Sydney was watching TV.

"Well, they're gone," I said. "You need anything?"

"Did I ask for anything?"

"No."

"Then shut up and let me watch the show."

So that was how it was going to be, huh? If it was anyone else, I might have punched him right in the face. But seeing as it wouldn't look to good for me to punch a guy in a wheelchair, I decided to swallow it and take the calmer road.

I stood between him and the TV because she clearly had no intention of turning his eyes away from the screen.

"Look, I'm not your mom, OK? How you talk to her is between you guys. Whatever. But don't talk to me like that. I'm just trying to help out."

Sydney looked up at me without raising his head, "Everything is OK."

"No, everything is not OK. You're not going to talk to me like that!"

"I think you need to relax."

It sounded like a threat, but instead of getting angrier I found myself suddenly calm.

"Tell you what," she continued, "why don't you take that money mom left for pizza and make an appointment at the spa? You'll find the number on the inside of the pantry door. Tell her Jamie sent you. She goes there a lot."

Looking back on it, that was about the strangest thing she could have said. Who just tells someone to go make an "appointment at the spa." But at the time, it seemed like the most reasonable thing in the world to do. Of course I needed to go to the spa! What kind of crazy person would not go to the spa right freakin' now?

I went right to the pantry, called the number, and made an appointment. At first, they said they couldn't get me in until Saturday, but when I told them Jamie recommended them to me, they found a spot for me right away.

Now, before you think I'm a horrible, irresponsible person, I want to say that I knew I shouldn't go. They whole time I knew I should stay, and that I didn't want to go to some spa. That's not even a thing I do. And yet I couldn't help myself. I had an overwhelming drive to get to that spa. It was almost like I was watching myself in a movie, yelling at the screen to not be such an unbelievable idiot, but having no power to direct the outcome.

I picked up my keys and the money Jamie left. "You sure you'll be OK?"

"I'm nineteen," Sydney answered flatly, "I'll be fine for a couple hours. Like I said, my mom does it all the time."

"Well, OK then," I thought to myself, and I headed out the door.

A tiny grin crept its way onto the corner of Sydney's mouth as she changed the channel.

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It only took about five minutes to get to the spa, but it took another 5 to find it. It wasn't a big fancy place like I was expecting. It looked more like one of those manicure places you see in strip malls, but not even that nice.

I was greeted at the desk my an older gentleman. I told him my name and that I had just made an appointment.

"Oh, Jamie's friend?" The man seemed to perk up. "How's Sydney?"

"He's doing very well. I just came from there, in fact."

"Good to hear."

His tone became noticeably more hushed. "I suppose you'll want Jamie's and Peter's regular session, then?"

"Yes," I replied confidently, not knowing why. I didn't know this place, and wasn't sure I was liking the looks of it. I didn't know what Jamie and Peter came here for, but I somehow knew for sure that's exactly what I wanted.

"Gina!" The man called to the back of the shop. "I normally handle Jamie's treatment, but my wife here handles Peter. I trust that will be OK for you?"

"Perfect," I said, again much more sure of my decision than I was.

A shorter, slight woman appeared from the back. She was older --- probably in her later 50s --- but in good shape and not unattractive. She walked me to a private room in the back where she told me to undress to the level of my comfort and lay face down on a massage table in the room.

I undressed to my boxers and got on the table. I still couldn't explain to myself why I was here, but a massage might be nice. I laid down on the table.

Gina came back in. "I assume you'll want me to tie you down?"

"You know it!" I said, almost cheerily.

What. The. Hell. There was no WAY I wanted to be tied down by this lady in some spa I didn't even want to be in. I was getting scared, and yet I found I could do nothing but act like this is exactly what I wanted to happen. My brain wanted to grab my clothes and run straight out of the room. But I could not.

The table was longer than most --- long enough for her to strap my wrists at one end and my ankles at the other, leaving me stretched out and prone. InSydneye I was freaking out. The bonds were strong, so she could do anything to me. My brain tried to tell my mouth to demand to be let go, but I remained silent.

"As you probably know, this session will last for one hour, or until you ask me to stop, whichever comes first. But you pay for the whole hour either way."

"Well, stop then!" I was yelling in my mind, but somehow what came out of my mouth was a playful, "An hour it is, then."

She smiled a little smile as she walked down to the end of the table by my feet. I couldn't see her, which only added to my panic. Then, without another word from her I felt it. It was light at first, but I jumped and yelped in surprise. She was tickling my feet with her fingers!

"Oh, are you too ticklish for this?" she mocked.

"Let's see what you've got!" I challenged through the first giggles.

I couldn't believe what I was saying! There was no way I wanted to be tickled by this loon. Is this what Jamie and Peter came here for? That's fine for them, but I didn't want this.

She began tickling me for real. All ten fingers were gliding up and down my feet. I could tell it was her fingers, but I had never felt nails like that before. I don't think anything had ever tickled so bad. I tried to move away, but the bonds wouldn't let me. I tried to beg for it to stop, but my mouth wouldn't respond. All I could do was laugh like a madman.

"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

Every second she tickled my feet was a second I couldn't stand. I didn't understand why I was here or how this was happening. And that made me feel even more desperate and vulnerable.

For her part, Gina was obviously a pro. Her tickling wasn't playful or clumsy. It was precise in a way that maximized the sensation. Every new touch was more ticklish than the next. Sometimes she would settle into a pattern, keeping me in a steady stream of laughter, but it was never long until she switched to a new tactic, making me buck and scream.

After I don't know how long, she paused and asked if I wanted her to stop. God, yes! I wanted her to stop. Anything but more tickling! But again my mouth betrayed me.

"Not ... a chance! Are you going to tickle me ... or not?"

"Very well," she conceded and went back to work on my feet.

I lost it. My mind was already blown by the situation, and the tickling drove away any possibility of processing what was happening. It seemed like every brain cell was frantically screaming, "It tickles! It tickles! It tickles!" expecting me to do something about it. But all I did was laugh and beg for more.

I lost my breath for a while as Gina discovered how ticklish the tops and Sydneyes of my feet are. I didn't even know it, but it was horrible. She focused on one foot a time, holding the foot still with the heel of her hand and dancing her fingers up and down both Sydneyes of the foot. Then she pulled the toes toward my sole to get at the top of my foot. I don't think a foot has ever been so thoroughly tickled as mine was. And then she did the other one.

By now I had mostly stopped struggling from exhaustion, trying anything I could think of to block out the sensations coming from my feet, but it was no use. Al I could do was laugh and take it.

She paused again after another indeterminate amount of time. Surely the hour was almost up. I managed to twist and look at the clock and instantly wished I hadn't. Fifteen minutes. Not fifteen minutes remaining; fifteen minutes had passed. InSydneye I almost wanted to cry. I couldn't take one more minute, and I had 45 left.

The fact that I couldn't seem to ask for it to stop added insult to injury and another level of desperation. I was being tickled mercilessly by this woman, and as far as she knew I was enjoying it! I could be done if I just told her to stop. That's what she said, right? But as much as I wanted to, I just couldn't form the words. Instead I was asking for more.

"That ... was awesome. I've got to feel ... those nails ... on my legs next."

I had never really been tickled on my legs, but they were feeling especially sensitive right now. I had no idea if it would be bad or not, but at least it wasn't my feet, right?

Gina started with her nails where my legs meet my rear and drug them slowly all the way down the back of my legs, down my calves to my ankles. My God, who even knew that was ticklish? I bucked and struggled and screamed and laughed. It wasn't quite as bad as my feet, but it was still way more than I could handle.

And what was worse was that I kept egging her on in spite of myself. I was even directing her to the spots that tickled the worst!

"Just above my knee. Yeah, right therAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Her fingers danced and glided all over my legs. I had never felt anything like it, and I never wanted to again, but I kept telling her to tickle me more and more. The worse I wanted to beg for mercy the more I found myself begging for more.

She stopped again after what turned out to be another fifteen minutes. My legs weren't quite as unbearable as my feet, so she was able to go longer without giving me a break. But I was only half way done. I had already endured the worst tickling I could have imagined, and the clock told me I had to endure the same thing again.

"You're really ticklish. Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" I was too spent to give it much attention, but I could hear a twinge of concern. She wasn't new to this. She knew how bad she was tickling me. I found myself wondering if she had experienced this herself. I wondered if the old man ever got her back here and tickled the living crap out of her. Was she wondering if she could last as long as I had? Maybe she liked it as much as I was unwillingly telling her I liked it.

I didn't really care. I was just delirious from the tickling. I wanted off that table worse than I had ever wanted anything. And yet I felt an overwhelming compulsion to see it through in spite of all rational thought.

"You've been pretty good, but if you really want to get me bad, you'll have to tickle my Sides. The clock's running. Let me have it!"

Sh**! Sh**! Sh**! Sh**! What was I saying! There was no way I just told this lady to tickle my sides as bad as she could. The absurdity of the situation gave way to genuine panic as I felt her weight on my hips. I could already feel those fingers I was already giggling before she even touched me. My nipples were on fire. And when those nails hit my skin, I did everything I could to buck her right off that table.

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S IT!"

I started at hysterical and lost control from there. Her nails skittered and spidered up and down my sides from under my arms to my hips and up and down my backside. This was the worst yet. And for some reason, my pussy began dripping heavily. I wanted to jump right out of skin. She alternated between maddeningly light caresses and unbearable squeezing and prodding. At one point she found a spot on my sides just below my armpits that drove me absolutely wild. I, of course, emphasized how good a spot that was and encouraged her to stay there a while.

I honestly don't remember much more of that time. The tickles were the only think my brain could handle, shoving everything else out. I don't know, but I think it's the closest I came to passing out the whole time. There aren't words for how badly I got tickled.

I don't know when she stopped or how long she paused. When I regained my senses the clock read ten minutes left. Gina was gently massaging my back, apparently waiting for me to calm down enough to be coherent. I was exhausted, and everything inside me wanted to fall asleep. I didn't even care that I was still tied down on the "massage" table. I was too tired to even try to protest.

But once again I felt that familiar (and by now sickening) compulsion to finish the session. It seemed to give me new energy, but that wasn't a good thing.

"We're not done," I heard my self saying. "My feet need a little more attention. We've only got five or ten minutes left, so make it count."

"Only" five or ten minutes? That was more than I could take at the beginning of the session, and that's before she tortured the rest of my body. I couldn't stand it when I was fresh. What chance did I have now?

But I knew by now it didn't matter. Something had compelled me to come here. Something had compelled me to agree to a ruthless tickling. Something continued to compel me to insist that it continue in spite of every desperate desire for it to end. I knew that I couldn't take what she was about to do to me, but I knew that I asked her to do it and I wouldn't stop it from happening.

All because Sydney suggested I come here. Wait a minute ... Sydney? What if ...

The idea would have to wait for later as any remnant of coherent though was ejected from my head by Gina's nails on my feet.

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She eventually stopped tickling me when the hour came to a close. She untied me, but it was some time before I could muster the strength to collect my things and leave. I left the spa as quickly as I could without making contact with the old man or his wife.

I drove back to Sydney's house for reasons I don't understand. I became certain during the drive home that Sydney did this to me. I don't know how I'm sure, but I assume it's because she wanted me to know. Or maybe I'm crazy. I don't know. To be honest, I don't know what I know anymore.

The rest of the night was uneventful. I made a point to stay on Sydney's good side. We didn't talk about it, but Sydney would occasionally look at me, then the pantry door with the spa's number, and then back at me. We both knew what it meant.

When Jamie and Peter returned they acted nervous. When they asked how things went, I found myself glancing at the pantry door. Jamie noticed and gave me a sympathetic, apologetic look. She seemed embarrassed, but didn't say anything about it out loud. I don't blame her. Sydney said she goes to the spa often.

As Peter showed me to the door, she put his hand on my shoulder and made a point of asking how Sydney was tonight.

"Everything is OK," I replied loud enough for everyone to hear. And I left.

//CK